#zen fanfic

[zensations35]

It's Manual Fucking Labor (Luci/fer)

Been working on this one for a bit. I love the delicious rivalry between Al and Luci, so I toyed with that a bit and made it spicy with some snz. I also am really enjoying the text flair I'm getting to play with for all these characters, so I hope yall are liking that. Ahaha. Enjoy!!

“That one needs to go over here!” Charlie points as she heaves one of the freshly slated planks of wood for the hotel revamp. “Can you cut three more for us, dad?” she smiles sweetly at Lucifer who sits crosslegged in front of a pile of wood.

He nods, dragging the back of his arm across his forehead.  “I, uh, I’ll go head and do that, sure.” 

Her eyes are bright and full, like the sun he never saw. “Dad,” she beams at him, “thank you for this.”

He tilts his head, “For what, Char Char?”

“For helping. For putting in so much effort. For,” she pats one of the planks, “for wanting to do it this way.”

Lucifer’s brows rise. “Th-this way?”

Charlie strides off before he can ask her to elaborate. His eyes flick back to the uncut wood and his lips tip down in a pout. 

“Problem?” A staticky trill sends Lucifer’s hackles up. 

“What?” Lucifer snaps, grabbing one of the slabs of wood, dragging a sharp claw deftly down the middle and cutting it as if it were a razor saw. Small fluffy flakes snow the air around him, making his cheeks fuzz. “Hhhfff…” his brow scrunches and a flush spreads from the circles on his cheeks. “Hieh--HiSFFH!” 

Alastor skips over, peering down in amusement as sawdust skitters all around the fallen angel.

“Hm, quite shoddy,” the Radio Demon observes, tapping his cane against the plank with a squeal of feedback.

Lucifer finishes cutting the planks and coughs, wringing out his hands. “It’s manual labor, Alastor. I doubt you’d understand how to even do it.”

“Ooooh I see.” Alastor leans dolefully on his cane, “bonding with our dear Charlie with handmade projects?”

Lucifer sniffles, scrubbing his face with his whole fist. “Mh-hyep.”

The smugness surges by 60%. “Ohh, are we having trouble??” 

“No! Of hh-c-course n--” Lucifer’s voice starts to pitch higher and higher, “Hig’Sshieu!” 

Alastor lets out a keening laugh.

“Fuck off, Alastor, before I make you,” Lucifer growls.

Alastor tuts at him. “No need to be cranky, your highness.”  He pulls out a red and black handkerchief, but Lucifer waves it off with a cool huff. 

“I don’t need your hanky panky.”

A whistle of radio silence whines in their ears. Lucifer cocks a black eyebrow.

“What? What’d I say?” 

Alastor sighs and tucks the cloth back into his suit pocket. “Not that you’d use it without a nose, anyway.”

“Hey!” Lucifer snaps, fangs glinting. “It’s complicated!” 

“Far be it from me to inquire how your…extremities manifest.”

“You--snf--you--hieh!” 

Alastor cups a hand over his ear, patiently waiting for the rest of the sentence, nothing but sass in his daggerlike smirk. 

“I-I’m gonna--hhg’HGx’SHIeu!” This time, several puffs of flame escape from between his fangs, and Charlie finally realizes something is going on with her dad. 

She hurries over after setting down what she was working on. “Dad, what’s wrong?”

Lucifer palms the spreading flush on his cheek and gives an unconvincing bray of a laugh, “Noh-huh-thing! Nothing at all! Perfectly fine!”

Alastor hums, lifting one of the smaller slabs of wood, his stance casually askew. “Of course he is, Charlie!” he saunters toward Lucifer, ever the helpful little elf. “He was just about to get started on--oh, my, let me just…” the Radio Demon scrapes his hand across the wood, brushing the powder from the last sawing off of it and directly into Lucifer’s fucking face. “There we are! Oh dear…” Alastor feigns concern as small spirals of smoke begin to coil out of Lucifer’s snarled lips. 

That fuck! He did that on phhh-pur-hhh!

His face scrunches, fangs peeking, rimmed by an orange glow as he lets out high pitched whines, “Ieh hiiih! HIP’CHSS’IEψ!” flames mist like aerosol, catching the flakes of wood shavings and motes of dust in its heat, cooking them into flakes of gray ash. The hellfire rejoices but the King sighs. 

He wipes away fresh tears and lets a vague chuckle out. “Ah, Charlie, sweetie, perhaps we could speed up the process? I could just, ah,” he angles his elbows and dances his arms, “Zap a bap!” he does a little finger gun shot. “Yeah?”

“Ah, poor, Charlie,” Alastor clucks his tongue, fingers drumming across her shoulder, “I know how excited you were to do this by hand with your father--what was it you said? A bonding moment?” his voice is anything but altruistic. “But if he can’t handle it, I suppose it would be best to do things the easy way…” his teeth clack caustically.

Lucifer seethes. his teeth warping and curling. “I’m fine,” he decides, fighting back a throatful of air. 

“A-are you sure, dad?”

Lucifer flaps his hand dramatically. “Absotively! Don’t w-Huh! Worry!” 

Charlie doesn’t look one hundred percent convinced but if he says he’s fine, and wants to continue, then they’ll continue. She gives him two more boards to cut and hurries off to work on another section. 

Lucifer turns back to the unfinished planks, his shoulders simmering with translucent fog. Alastor continues to observe in silent amusement.

“Are you going to help at all?” 

“Maybe.”

Rrgh. Lucifer throws himself to a standing position, muttering under his breath. I swear to me, if Charlie didn't like that guy I would…

Well, there’s a lot he would do. Especially if he were…”Hiiet--” 

Fuck me to here!

 He needs to get a handle on the fucking fire. “Hgk…” Lucifer gulps the throatful of heat, his body taut with a shiver. His fingers squeeze the plank he’s holding and… ”Hi-ih-IEH⛧GHSHHIEUψu!” 

Instead of flames, five feathers pop out and flit around the short King, catching the breeze and running off into the wind. A couple of them float near Alastor who looks irritated at them, waving them away with a chop of his hand and a staticky, “How very uncouth…”

Lucifer’s pride flares and his grin grows wicked.

“Weelllll,” he unfurls his six wings, exaggerating them with a flex. “I better get this installed up there.” 

Lucifer quakes his wings and smacks them down, clouding the ground below his knees with dust and shavings. He shoots into the air, spinning away from the source of his allergens as he rubs at his teary eyes and flushed cheeks. 

Fuck Alastor, that prick. He deserves a bit of karma. Would Lucifer really be at fault if he were flying and he just happened to lose a few feathers? If they just by chance were to fall into that jackass’s face??

As Lucifer flies, a few feathers wilt from his wings--by accident of course! And, as predicted by divine oracle, they just happen to float down near the red haired Radio Demon, currently distracted while helping Charlie with something frivolous, Lucifer is certain. 

The feather drifts…soft downy catching the dying light in a soft pink glow. Slow, deliberate. It coils, totally by accident of course, right down beside the Radio Demon, and nudges the left side of his nostril. He blinks, now distracted from his work. His crimson eyes flit up but another brush of the cottony down makes his lids ripple shut.

“Hh-hh!” 

His shoulders spike and he thrusts a hand up to shoo away the feather, “Ss٨ﮩﮩZH! Hgk٨ـﮩﮩ” 

“Alastor!” Charlie spins in surprise when his mic clatters to the ground. 

He gives a feeble attempt to wave her away but she puts an arm around him comfortingly. 

“Are you alright? Maybe you should sit down. You just recovered after all--” 

Lucifer watches with an indignant pout as his daughter comforts the wrong person. He doesn’t miss the not-so-subtle flash of Alastor’s smug grin as he allows Charlie to lead him away, leaving Lucifer to finish the rest of the work by himself.

God fucking dammit.

#I haven't done sawdust allergies like EVER #and it's been on my mind since hubby did some manual LABOR AHAHA #so yeah i had to do this #next fic will likely be my ocs because i'm very nearly done with that LSSR fic #but for my haz/bin fam thank yall for pushing me to finish this!! #what a ride!! #snz #snz fic #zen fanfic #haz/bin #luc/ifer #al/astor #allergies #sawdust allergies #snzfic #zenfic

[graytalents]

I’m on day 8 of my good ending route for Zen, and my heart is swelling at every interaction I have with him. Here’s a short blurb about what’s going on so far. My teeth feel like they’re rotting from how sweet he is. This is a first kiss kinda story?

An alternate ending: what if you didn’t leave the first night that you met?

“I want to stay the night with you.”

That one sentence is all he needed to make his decision. Fuck the driver that that goddamned Jumin sent. He could wait out there for the next 20 years if it meant he could stay with you a little longer.

He meets your hopeful gaze and gently smiles.

“And who am I to decline your wish?”

The both of you made your way down the stairs. Zen holding onto you as you cautiously took each step.

“God, I know I heal quickly, but my ankle still hurts a little bit,” he pouts.

After the two of you made your way back into Zen’s apartment, you partake in domestic activities. The two of you cook a relatively simple meal. It’s not that you’re not hungry, it’s that the butterflies in your stomach don’t allow for much appetite.

After eating and chatting about Zen’s past acting jobs (“You had to perform while you had food poisoning? Zen! Stop pushing yourself like that!”), Zen decided to show you his favorite film.

He gingerly made his way to the couch and collapsed into the soft cushions. You followed suit, taking care to sit a bit away from him. Yes, you were smitten, and yes, you wanted nothing more than to know exactly what he felt like. But you had only just officially met, and you didn’t want to cross any lines he may not have told you about.

Zen, on the other hand, did not appreciate this. With the arm draped over the back of the couch. He made a come-here motion and slightly frowned. He waited so long to see you, and now you were acting all shy? Understandable, of course, but he wanted you. He wanted to know everything about you, from the way that you smelled to what you thought about his cooking. Which was decent, given that he’d been cooking for himself since he was a teenager.

Slightly nervous, you made your way over to his side. He stretched out his hand and wrapped it around you shoulder, brining you in closer. He smelled woodsy and sweet, like soft forest earth and sweet red wine. There was a subtle undertone of cigarette smoke, given his habit. There were layers to his scent, just like there were layers to his persona. It was the kind of smell you could smell forever, and like something you could never forget. You knew, in that moment, that if he ever left your life, you’d never fill that void again.

“This is my favorite part,” he mentioned, his voice low and close to your ear. His voice raised goosebumps all along your neck and arms. The film was fine, but it wasn’t like you were paying attention. Your senses were in overdrive, hyper aware of the way he felt next to you, what his apartment looked like, and how he was perceiving you. The heat behind your neck that had crept up to your cheeks and ears had found a home there, as his every move flustered you.

It’s been a while since you had a crush on someone, much less been this smitten with them. Zen was everything to you right now. You had gone to sleep thinking of him, he invaded your dreams, and you had awoken to his messages and calls every morning. And now that you’re finally here … it was almost too much to handle.

His hand gently moved to your lap, where your hands were clasped together. Slowly, he made his way between them, and laced your fingers together. Your heart, if it was even possible, beat even faster.

You glanced up at him, through your eyelashes. And there he was. Beaming at you with his charismatic smile.

“I can’t tell you how much I’ve thought about you,” he began. “We’ve been talking so often for the past few days, and I just couldn’t wait to see you anymore. I’d stare at your picture before I went to sleep sometimes. Should I say that…?”

He trails off, rubbing his thumb over your hand absentmindedly, and laughs.

“Anyway, I know we’ve spoken over the phone, but I couldn’t help but wonder what you sounded like. What you really sounded like, in real life. And you’re here!”

You stare at your hands together. He doesn’t even seem to mind that your hand is ever so slightly damp, both from his body heat and from your nerves.

“Zen, I really can’t believe it either,” you reply. “When you first told me about yourself, I thought there was no way a guy like you would take interest in someone like me. You’re an actor! You have fans! This feels like a fairytale, if I’m honest.”

He chuckles, surprised. “A fairytale, huh? I love you for thinking that in my half basement apartment with shitty beer.”

You stare at him, mouth slightly ajar. Love? Love you? Surely he means it as a hyperbole, right? Maybe you’re reading too much into it, but your expression doesn’t budge, no matter how much you try.

He takes one look at your surprised reaction and quickly tries to put you at ease.

“I did say love, huh? I mean, that’s, you know? I love that particular thing about you? Ignore what I said, I don’t, um, I just uh—“

He’s taken aback as you face him and wrap your arms around him. You know this situation is odd, and you know that both of your feelings are intense. Because of this, you know it’s up to you to break the tension, and any discomfort you may have caused him.

He, in turn, is taken aback. Here you are, in all your being, comforting him. Because of his upbringing and experiences, you figured he had it all together. He had the looks, the talent, the life experience. He wasn’t just some pretty boy with the help of mommy and daddy. No, he knew what it was like to experience hardship, and he knew what it meant to work hard to realize your goals. And still, he remained kind and thoughtful. Because of this, you fell for him hard, and you fell for him fast.

“Zen…” you spoke quietly. “It’s okay. I feel the same way. Don’t worry.”

He nervously chuckles, unsure if he’s allowed to embrace you in return. “I think you should use my real name by now, no? Call me Hyun.”

“Hyun.” You let him go, and sit back on your knees, still facing him. You like the way his name feels in your mouth. “Hyun, Hyun. I really like you, Hyun.”

His cheeks and ears reddened.

“Say is again,” he mumbles. “Say my name again.”

“Hyun. Hyun. I really like you, Hyun. I think I.. I think I love you, Hyun.”

Your face was a few mere inches from his, and you were deeply looking into his eyes. You weren’t straddling his lap, nor were you standing, but somewhere in between. Your hands on the couch behind him, knees propping yourself up. His hands were chivalrously on your hips, keeping your balance. You repeated yourself.

“I… I love you, Hyun.”

And your lips met.

And there were no fireworks, and there were no cheers. You rested your body on his lap, and your hands gingerly cupped his face. It was simply you and him.

“I love you,” he murmurs as he pulls away. “Thank you. You’ve been my rock, and I’m grateful to have met you.”

He pulls you in for another kiss. And another. And another.

Fuck the driver, you thought, the last twinge of guilt fading away. You kissed him back, deeply, making sure to wrap your arms around his neck, and press your body closer to him. He, in turn, embraced you by the waist.

After some time, he lets you go.

“It’s getting late, you know? I’ll make sure the bed is ready, it’s been a while since I had guests.”

Before you could ask, he continues.

“I’ll stay on the couch. As much as I want you to never leave my side, I want to take it slow.”

He grins, and kisses the tip of your nose.

“Besides, even though I’m an actor, I’m a horrible liar. Someone is bound to ask where you slept tonight, and I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from bragging if we did sleep together.”

You laugh, and kiss him once more.

“It’s okay! There’s always tomorrow night.”

#the ending is a bit rushed sorry #zen #mysme #zen x reader #zen fluff #hyun ryu #mystic messenger #zen fanfic #zen fanfiction #and I WILL add a read more cut I’m just on mobile rn :/

[serede986]

Boyfriend Jumin HCs~

Gets you a bouquet of roses on every date. When he first saw your excitement on receiving the first bouquet, he got addicted to your happiness, although he refuses to accept it.

Speaking of dates, he arrives exactly 30 minutes before meet-up time. You're not aware of it, so shhh.

He is learning new breakfast recipes from the chef for whenever you stay over. He would wake up early, and prepare to serve you breakfast in bed.

Matching pajamas are ordered for you, him and Elizabeth the third.

Drops Elizabeth in your care, whenever he's out for a business trip and he can't take you with him. He trusts you and no one else.

Neatly folds your clothes and keep it next to his, whenever you visit him for a few days or travel with him.

Will take your advice over every new merger his company makes.

Is obsessed with your voice. He'll listen to you talk for so long, you think he's not invested in your topic of conversation. But believe me, he is. Imagine that love struck look on him.

Loves it when you put his head on your lap and play with his hair or massage his scalp. Count to 100 and he'll be out in a deep sleep.

Kisses your forehead every time one of you leave to part ways.

Will read every favorite romance book of yours, just to learn how to swoon you.

"Elizabeth the third, we need to talk about when your mother comes over. You're precious to me, and so is your mother. But your mother has taken the first place in my heart."

#mystic messenger #mm zen #cheritz #hyun ryu #jumin han #jaehee kang #mm jumin #mm jaehee #mm 707 #mysme jumin #mystic messenger yoosung #mystic messenger jumin #mystic messenger x reader #jumin imagine #jumin fluff #jumin fanfic #jumin fanart #jumin x mc #jumin route #jumin x reader #saeran x mc

[kangjaehee]

RFA + sex headcanons

because i am in a Mood. minors do not interact

content under the cut

YOOSUNG.

SUBBY.

like... very. He likes it when u take control.

He likes it when you’re mean to him, when you demand, when you give him no choice but to do as you say if he wants to be a good boy for you.

Humiliation is his shit kinda... he says he doesn’t like it when you highlight how sensitive he is but you, who sees how he trembles at every word you say, you know different.

And on that regard... he’s sensitive. Like, the slightest touch and the right words can crumble him into a whimpering mess within seconds. You’re actually quite shocked. But you absolutely love it.

And he’s loud, too. Doesn’t at all hold back his cries, which sound oh so beautiful to you.

Very into pet play. Likes when you take care of him, likes the element of humiliation that comes with being treated like an animal.

Make him do the gross embarrassing things. Make him eat from a bowl and bark. It gets him off.

Surprisingly, he’s not that much into physical pain or impact, just the control element of it all. He likes it as part of something else, but not in and of itself.

Actually he gets off more in the concept of punishment than the act itself... it urges him on. You think it’s cute. It makes him harder to hear your little dismissive laugh after he whines.

He finishes quite fast but my god does he have stamina. He can go for rounds and rounds that leave you asking for a break.

it turns out all those lolol all nighters he pulled did actually mean something....

Also: the idea of you taking care of him while he’s in the middle of a game??? and not letting him cum until he wins????? GOD it makes him melt.

Very kissy during aftercare. Also very talkative.

You actually have no idea how a person can have this much energy after cumming so many times but hey this is Kim Yoosung we’re talking about.

He doesn’t sext but he does call you to tell you how needy he is. Over the line, you hear him stroke himself to your voice. It makes you lose your mind.

ZEN.

this man has 1 goal and 1 goal only: making you feel good

service top pleasure dom whatever you wanna call it. He just wants you to feel loved and sexy and give you the orgasm of your life.

He likes feeling you. Groping your thigh, manhandling you, kissing you red and raw.

(of course, all while he praises you and tells you how unbelievably gorgeous you are...)

And you absolutely love it. It makes you feel wanted, powerful.

Active sex drive. Y’all do it every other day or so. Not always for long. But it’s an integral part of your relationship. 

He’d do it anywhere. In the kitchen, living room, bathroom, car... He doesn’t need to be comfortable, he just needs his hands and your body to touch.

But don’t misinterpret him, he loves planned affairs too. Especially when you go out of your way to set the mood with lighting and scents and stuff.

LOVES it when you dress up for him. Put on some cute lingerie and sit there, watching as he turns beet red and his breath deepens.

And send him pics. be the biggest tease you can be. Anything relating to you drives him crazy. In his eyes, you’re the sexiest being on the planet, no matter what anyone has told you.

Although keep in mind that he Will warn u about the power u have over him and The Beast potentially coming out at an unwanted moment...

You always tell him to be patient and wait, as if that’s not exactly what you’re after. The Beast always comes out when he gets home though, with him absolutely devouring you in kisses.

Stamina for days... like come on let’s be real he’s a musical theatre performer. He’s Never done.

Not very kinky but has a thing for breeding? creampieing? He wants to claim you, to have something of his inside you.

...And you don’t hate the idea but Babe don’t you think we’re... too young for kids?

Oh my God sorry I didn’t mean it like that... But, hey, don’t you think I’d make a good dad ;)?

You roll your eyes and laugh.

Also he’s not so opposed to the idea of bondage... to have unrestricted access to your body like that (or you to his...)

Surpisingly likes toys. If they make the experience better for you... (and he wants to try them too, though he’s not gonna admit it).

He’s not very keen on being on the receiving end. Doesn’t exactly like not being the one in charge, but he relents every once in a while.

He particularly loves blowjobs. He thinks you look so stupidly sexy while doing them, and the way he flusters and bites his lip... it’s so cute

(One day you’re gonna get him on his knees for you, one day.)

JAEHEE.

Although the tension between you two and the desire you harbored for each other was undeniable, it took you quite a while to get intimate.

When you crossed that threshold, though... Well, let’s just say there was no return.

Lots of kissing. Before, during, and after. She kisses you intensely, with purpose, like she wants to eat you whole. It’s a bit overwhelming. Makes you wonder for how long she’s been saving this.

Quick, does not hesitate. Teases very little, goes straight to it, and has you shaking and remembering nothing but her name in a matter of miniutes.

Stupidly skilled with her hands. They’re good for so many more things other than kneading dough...

Absolutely loves to hear your moans and other sounds. It urges her on. Please be as loud as you possibly can.

The sight of her large honey eyes looking up at you while she’s eating you out has to be one of your favorites.

But while she absolutely adores being the one to take care of you, she actually pefers it the other way around...

And you do too. Because, my god this woman is the cutest being in the universe when she’s flustered. And it’s extremely easy to fluster her.

All it takes is a smile, a kiss, a remark on how wet she is for you... and boom. You’ve reduced her to a mess of whimpers. She’s sensitive and easy to crack.

And it’s funny because all the while you’ll see her trying desperately to hold onto the propriety that she’s so known for. But soon enough it’s gone and she’s cursing and pleading.

You love to tease her because of this. She groans like she hates it but actually doesn’t, actually wants you to do it, draw this out as long as you can. It makes her climax much more satisfying.

She loves when u play with her boobs. Bite them, mark them, grab them, pinch them, maybe slap them if the occasion requires it...

Two words: Praise. Kink.

...Yeah she very obviously has it.

Tell her how well she’s doing no matter what it is that she’s doing. How good she is at taking your fingers down her pretty wet cunt. How well she’s sucking on your clit. It makes her feel like she’s in heaven.

And of course, tell her how she’s a good girl, how she’s your good girl. And watch her fucking dissolve.

(...yeah she’s quite a sub).

She’s into some other stuff... classics like bondage and the occasional spank, more adventurous stuff like wax play.

She likes sexual experimentation. She’d try most things once, just to have the experience, as long as they’re safe, sane, and consensual.

She has quite a bit of stamina and can last long, although she doesn’t exactly like cumming many times in a row or overstimulation in general. Instead, she prefers being edged until she can barely hold it in.

She also cries. It shocked you the first time, but... she cries when cumming.

And after you’re done, she’s always extremely tender and soft, wanting to cling to you for long. You always reassure her, tell her how good she did. Often you like to shower after, or eat something together. Cuddles after sex are mandatory but always remember to get up and do your necessities.

You guys don’t do it often, and don’t like to do it quick. The Jaehee motto is “If you’re going to do anything, do it how it’s supposed to be done” and that applies to sex. But that just makes the encounters you do have all the more special.

JUMIN

for someone whose only experience is having explored his best firend’s body once out of “curiosity” he’s surprisingly very good.

(JUMINV REAL i will die on this hill. i am cheritz actually.)

instinct-driven. doesn’t hesitate. takes you in whole.

composure and propriety thrown out the window, he will make you his. he’s gonna make sure that you forget your own name and only remember his, that you forget everything else but the feeling of his hands on your body and how he pounds inside you.

It’s not hard to get him going. Like at all. Just kiss him deep the way he likes it, grind agaist him, and bam.

He likes to tease verbally, you like grinding against my thigh, love? but not a lot. Eventually his desire to just have you wins him over.

It’s possessive, yes, but it’s his way of showing you just how much he wants you and no one else. You think of it as almost a privilege to be loved so deeply by someone.

Loves marking you, biting into you and then seeing the pretty purple bruises that from, that mark you as irrevocably his. Kisses you a lot during and after. A lot of You’re mines coming out of his mouth.

Also, he loves hearing your moans. And you love hearing his.

It’s actually very funny to tease him, because it’s very easy and he tries to make it subtle. Just push out your shoulder, watch as his face gets red and he swallows, struggling to keep his poise.

And then God save you, because he will not hold back...

You guys do it often. It’s a way for him to destress, so it’s almost a daily affair. A little quickie before bed and after waking up never hurt anyone...

Doesn’t like doing it in public, likes it when it’s just the two of you, though he for sure likes teasing you in public... You’ve given him a handjob in the limo in more than one occasion.

He’s averagely kinky. Likes bondage. Likes calling you his kitten. Likes slapping your ass when you’re both really into it. Not much beyond that. 

The dominant position is comfortable to him, he can let his desires run wild and free, and you like how he exerts his power, how he’s so confident. It almost lights you up.

Though he also has a strange, almost hidden desire for the other side of the coin... he likes being the one with the power taken away, too.

It always oddly attracted him, but he never paid attention to those desires, as they made no sense. But then you suddenly decided to be more dominant one time, and oh boy something awoke in him.

It’s not very easy for him to submit and let go. But it’s extremely liberating once he does so. For a man who has to be thinking and making decisions and bearing more responsibility on his shoulders than any person could imagine, being in a position where he doesn’t have to make any of the decisions is almost cathartic.

He likes being your kitten. Likes the sight of you above him, holding him by a leash and smiling, just as much as he loves the sight of you under him.

Likes impact quite a bit, actually. More on him than on you. It’s a little humiliating to imagine the heir of one of Korea’s biggest conglomerates being spanked raw. But that’s inexplicably a turn-on.

Likes latex a lot. The sight of you on it is pure art.

Also into shibari. Likes the intricacy of it, the protocol, the fact that it’s an art form.

Lot’s of stamina, doesn’t cum easily. Will always make sure you’re the one to finish first or with him. Prefers to cuddle after, sometimes for hours, tightly and in silence or with just a few words exchanged. It’s the act of bodies becoming one, of feeling being not said but expressed in the way his skin contacts with yours.

SEVEN.

Okay so wbk this man is a menace. This applies to sex too.

Most of the time, it’s sloppy and imporvised. Undeliberate, hands everywhere, kisses all over the face. He doesn’t think, and you don’t either. It’s almost funny.

A tease, just because he absolutely loves to see you riled up and begging for it. But, do it a bit aggressively. He’s a bit of a brat. He pushes, and wants you to push back and push harder.

He doesn’t need things at all to be fancy, he can have fun with very little. He’s creative.

But you know what his absolute shit is?? Roleplay.

He does it almost naturally. Has fun with it. Likes the performance element, the not being himself, the play. It’s a way for him to take advantage of all the costumes he’s kept form his agency days.

You’ve found him on more than one occasion just weasring a maid dress and pretending to clean... The indirect was caught and enacted upon.

He’s kind of a jack of all trades. He can top, he can bottom, he can take the strap and rail you until walking is an arduous task.

freak in the streets and the sheets. Truly willing to try anything once.

Pain enjoyer. Likes spanking you, and likes you doing it to him too.

Also likes overstimulation. Edge him, then let him cum, and do not let him stop... just let him go off like that.

Lots and lots of stamina. And also just fucking dies after. Does everything and then five minutes after he’s absolutely fucking spent. To you, it’s shocking. To go from being so loud to being so still...

Likes to kiss during foreplay, but not much during or after. Prefers to tease with words or just let the actions speak for themselves.

One thing about Choi Saeyoung: he’s a romantic partner and extremely entertaining lover. You can trust that stuff will never get repetitive on him. Always switching it up... in all ways possible.

#mystic messenger #mysme #mm #mysmes #mysmen fanfic #mm fanfic #mystic messenger fanfiction #rfa #mm x reader #yoosung kim #kim yoosung #mysme yoosung #mm yoosung #yoosung x reader #yoosung x mc #mc x yoosung #mystic messenger smut #zen #hyun ryu #ryu hyun #mm zen #mysme zen #zen x reader #zen x mc #mczen #jaehee kang #kang jaehee #mm jaehee #mysme jaehee #jaehee x reader

[tonberry-yoda]

*Rats surries across floor*

"We request smooches from genji and Zenyatta"

hello my rat friends!!! of course you may get smooches from the lovelies!!

You were the only one who was ever allowed to see Genji's face anymore. He was too scared to show anyone else the scars he had obtained, but you? No, never you. He knew you would look past the scars and still call him beautiful. He knew you would cup his face and tell him just how much you loved him, not caring about the gnashes in both his skin and his life.

"You wanna go to the arcade?" Genji rushed into your room, throwing the door open.

"Please?!" You stood up quickly as Genji began putting on his mask.

Before he was able to put it on, you moved it down and pressed a kiss onto his lips, shocking him a little bit into a smile.

"Stawp." He blushed as you wrapped your arms around him into a hug.

"Ready for the arcade?" You asked, quickly pulling away from said hug.

"Yes, but one moment." Genji covered your face in little kisses and dragged you to the arcade, slipping on his mask as you sighed lovingly with goo goo eyes.

"Can we go on that date yet?" You whispered to Zen.

Zen shot you a look, but chuckled. "I'm meditating. Give me one second please?"

You just nodded and sat in silence, quickly getting bored. You scooted closer to Zen. And then closer. And then closer.

The omnic sighed heavily and turned to you. "y/n, please."

"Sorry." You said, trying not to giggle.

After a few more moments of that terrible silence, Zenyatta wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close. "Thank you for your attempted patience, y/n. We can go on that date now."

"Yay!!" You hugged Zen back and kissed him on his cold cheeks while he nuzzled against you before helping you up to go on your date.

~~~~~

<3 if you want character smooches, my inbox is open! <3

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#i hope you enjoy :) #these two are everything #asks #writing #fanfic #my writing #<3 #fanfiction #tonberry answers #anon #rat anon #overwatch #overwatch x reader #genji #genji shimada #genji x reader #genji shimada x reader #zen #zen x reader #zenyatta #zenyatta x reader

[slytherinshua]

　　　tws masterlist ⟡₊ ⊹

⋆˙⟡ = author's pick !

　　　　junghwan

nothing yet . . .

　　　　dohoon

your racing thoughts ⋆˙⟡

genre: hurt/comfort. | wc: 556

　　　　youngjae

nothing yet . . .

　　　　hanjin

nothing yet . . .

　　　　jihoon

nothing yet . . .

　　　　kyungmin

nothing yet . . .

#divider by cafekitsune #﹒slytherinshua 𓈃 ⵌ #tws #shinyu #dohoon #youngjae #hanjin #jihoon #kyungmin #shin junghwan #kim dohoon #choi youngjae #han zen #han jihoon #lee kyungmin #tws shinyu #tws junghwan #tws dohoon #tws youngjae #tws hanjin #tws zen #tws jihoon #tws kyungmin #tws fluff #tws fic #tws fanfic #tws x reader #shinyu fluff #dohoon fluff #youngjae fluff

[cheriewatch]

where are all the character study fics about Ram and Zen and them just being siblings together GIVE ME THE FAMILIAL BONDING AND THEM BEING BROTHERS THE AO3 IS SO EMPTY RIGHT NOWWWWW

#i dont mind ppl shipping zen and ram romantically but i just prefer them being siblings and would like more fanfics depicting them as such #i need more ao3 content the tag is so bare #overwatch #overwatch 2 #ramattra #zenyatta

[danininodigital]

🖤My biker boy Zen🖤

(If anyone know of a good fic of him could you leave it in the comments plis uwu✨🖤 thnks💕✨)

#art #cute #digital art #my art #original art #my artwrok #fanfic #mysme zen #zen x mc #zen #darling zen #hyun ryu #mysme luciel #mysme #mystic messenger #mysme jumin #jumin han #707 #mysme saeyoung #saeran after ending #saeyoung choi #saeran #saeyoung #mysme yoosung #yoosung #mysme jaehee #jaehee kang #jaehee

[sorensouls]

My fav thing about the demon slayer fandom more specifically the fic writers and some artists all collectably looked at zenitsus (animie/manga) lack of character development and said "WE CAN DO BETTER" and did just that we have created more lore, backstory, character development not including aus for this Lil guy then the creator ever will and I love that ❤️

#fandoms #fandom #if demon slayer didn't have a character problem and had enough time id like to think they might have worked on him more #demon slayer zenitsu #demon slayer #fanon #demon slayer fanfic #demon slayer fandom #fanfiction #fanfic fanart #fanart #i hate how they treat zen #zenitzu fanart #zenitsu agatsuma #au

[moonstruck-writing]

Zen Gaho | Wearing his clothes

Pairing: Zen Gaho x reader | Paradox Live CWs: fluff, domestic fluff, established relationship, gender-neutral reader, suggestive (M), jealousy, light angst, comfort, reader is smaller than Zen Word count: 1.5k Summary: Zen wakes up to you wearing his clothes.

Reader wears their clothes series: Zen - Part 1 - Part 2 (coming soon) | Satsuki (coming soon)

There were very few days in which Zen wasn’t the first one to wake up in the Suiseki clan’s household. Many of those involved him rolling in bed, palming the mattress to find the warmth you’d left, but finding no other trace of you.

He opened his eyes, looking around the dimly lit room. The stubborn morning light that couldn’t be controlled by the bamboo blinds only revealed you weren’t there. Zen yawned and rubbed his eyes, sitting up on the bed.

Before he could make it his mission to go and find you, you were back from the bathroom.

“Morning, babe,” you chirped with a wide smile on your face. However, Zen was too distracted to greet you back. His senses were paralysed the moment he saw you wearing his white shirt. He could only think of the way the piece of clothing hung from your shoulders, how it was long enough for you to use it as a dress, and how it seemed to highlight your soft skin and tender form.

“Did anyone see you?” He asked in a worried tone. You chuckled as you approached the bed. You didn’t understand the question or the way he had phrased it.

“No? I didn’t see anyone, why?” You pulled aside the covers, getting inside.

“Good.” That’s all the explanation he gave you before sliding a hand on your cheek and planting a good morning kiss on your forehead. You giggled, but before you could stretch yourself to kiss his lips, he hugged you and pulled you down with him, making you lie down on top of him.

“What’s going on?” Zen was a very affectionate person but seeing him act like that felt different from usual. It was almost as if…

“You aren’t allowed to wear my clothes outside our bedroom.” The pout and puppy voice made it impossible to not laugh at his declaration. Then, the warmth filled your mind. ‘Our bedroom’. It was only Zen’s, but you spent so much time there, that he had started to make accommodations. You nuzzled your face on his chest, basking in the feeling of being treated as special.

“Why?” You looked up to find Zen had his eyes closed.

“You don’t know how dangerous you are.” He pulled his arms tighter around you, effectively anchoring you in place. “Or how dangerous the world can be.”

“And why is everyone so dangerous this morning?”

You heard him sighing through his nose, and you knew he wasn’t going to tell you. At least, not now. Instead, he moved one of his hands to gently play with your hair.

“Are you trying to make me fall asleep again?” You weren’t complaining – his fingers felt delicious massaging your scalp – but you also knew Zen’s routine. “Shouldn’t we be getting up and getting ready—” Before you could finish your sentence, the hand Zen had around your back trailed down to the thigh you had on top of him.

“Everyone knows you’re here.” He caressed the back of your thigh, kneading slightly. His movements were gentle and slow, but deliberate. “And you’re only wearing your underwear,” he whispered to himself, opening his eyes in frustration. “Didn’t you bring a pair of pyjamas the other day?”

“Yes?”

“Why aren’t you wearing them?”

You hesitated, unsure of what was going on, but sure that the conversation was getting heated for some reason.

“Are you angry at me?”

Zen closed his eyes, and you saw his nostrils flaring. When he opened his eyes again, he had a gentle smile to show you.

“Sorry. I—” he chuckled slightly, embarrassed. “I got jealous and scared.” You felt him give your thigh a soft squeeze.

“Of what?”

The smile widened like he couldn’t contain whatever your perplexity was producing inside of him. His arms circled back around your back, and he pulled you tightly against him like he needed to confirm you were there, and you weren’t going anywhere.

“You’re not going to like it.” His chest rose and fell as he spoke, and his grip on your frame relaxed, setting you free to adjust and dig your chin on him so you could look at his face again.

“I’ll be the one to judge that. I still want to know.” When you felt his smile falter, you felt your heart flutter painfully. Was it so bad? You trusted Zen and knew him deeply. Was there something he had never confessed?

“I am…so disgustingly scared that someone will see you and snatch you away from me.” He squeezed you in his arms. “Not that I think you wouldn’t be loyal!” He quickly added, seeing the way your gaze was swimming in sadness. “I know you love me, I feel it, and I hope you know and feel my love for you. It’s just… You are way more attractive than you think you are. And that scares me. You don’t know your power. But you also don’t know how other men react to you.” He lowered his gaze, his voice trailing down to a whisper. “Sometimes I think I must be the luckiest man alive, for having found you first, before anyone realised your beauty – outside and inside.”

The tears fell from your eyes onto Zen’s bare chest, and his embrace loosened. You heard his gasp and felt the way his body buzzed with worry.

“Sorry, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to—” his voice softened even more, making it difficult to hear him through the overwhelming emotion.

“Zen,” you sobbed, not wanting to make a scene, but not knowing what else to do. “I love you.” Those were the only words that came out, and maybe they were the only ones that accurately represented the mess that was moving inside of your heart.

“Oh, baby,” he muttered, holding you gently and pulling you closer to his face. He managed to rest your head on his shoulder, touching his head to yours. “I love you, too, so much.” He took one of your hands and placed it on top of his beating heart. The gesture stripped your throat of a new set of sobs. “Those are… happy tears, I hope?” He asked with a breathy voice. You nodded and freed your arms from under your body and from his gentle hold, linking them around his neck.

You stayed in that position for a while, Zen drawing abstract forms on your back with his fingertips. When you calmed down and it felt like a regular cuddling session, he spoke again.

“On a lighter note, I think I need to say,” he removed some hairs from your face, “you look too sexy in my clothes.”

You laughed and he felt the vibrations on his torso. Then, your eyes met and you moved to trace his lips with your finger. He kissed the tip and pretended to bite it, while you felt his hands roaming from your back to your bottom.

The familiar warmth of desire trickled through your bodies, and you moved slightly on top of him, accommodating to be able to kiss him.

Suddenly, a few sharp knocks made you jump and frantically pull away from each other.

“Zen, I regret to be the one to have to retrieve you from your lovers’ nest, but we had this meeting today, remember?”

Zen cursed under his breath.

“Waka, just give me a minute—”

“I’ll give you ten, ‘s best to make sure to leave satisfied, yeah?” The sound of his wooden sandals echoed away with a loud chuckle.

You looked at Zen as he quickly picked up his overalls and began pulling them up. As he zipped them and buckled his belt, you noticed the bulge his underwear was barely able to contain couldn’t be successfully hidden with the new layer of fabric either.

“Like what you see?” He teased lovingly when he caught your gaze. You looked away instinctively, but then you thought maybe he needed the shirt you were wearing.

Before you could take it off, he caught your hands, kissing them.

“Keep it.” He squeezed your hands before letting go. “Maybe just… don’t go outside only wearing that?” He took his black tank top from his wardrobe.

Once he was wearing it, you approached him, and you melted in a slow, sensual kiss. He pulled your body closer to his, and you felt his hardness against your waist.

“We still have some time…” you suggested, pressing against him. He chuckled shyly and proceeded to pepper your face with pecks.

“I’ll think about something else, and it’ll go away.” He lowered his head to rub your noses together. “Besides, we’ll have something to look forward to later, then…”

He winked and pulled on your clothes, teasing.

“I love you,” he kissed you goodbye, leaving you a bittersweet feeling and the throbbing anticipation of something more.

“I love you, Zen.”

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A/N: It’s been so long since I last wrote fanfiction, plus it’s the first time I've written Zen, and idk if this feels OOC or if it’s just me :/ but then again, it’s just my headcanon.

Hope you enjoyed! Interactions are highly appreciated <3

Masterlist | AO3

Please do NOT repost. Reblogging is okay! Characters belong to their rightful owners, the plot and content here belongs to @moonstruck-writing

#zen gaho x reader #zen gaho #paradox live x reader #paradox live fanfic #paradox live #akan yatsura #akyr #pararai #paralive #luna writes

[lis4ux]

Update announcement ‼️

Hey all!

Thank you so much for reading Together and Game of Love this week, I know it was intense and emotional, on both spectrums, believe me! Thank you for hanging with me on it.

That being said, I've decided to not post this week. The last couple weeks have been exhausting for me in more ways than one and honestly I need to protect my emotional/physical health. Writing is such a huge part of my life but this week I've been burning both ends pretty hard with a lot of personal stuff and really need to just rest.

The last thing I want is for writing to feel like a chore and so I am listening to what my mind and body need and letting off that pressure a moment so I can continue to write in the future.

I hope you understand and please know I am not at all stopping either story. I just do not have enough of either fic written to feel good about posting this week. I am confident that I'll be back next week though. Just need to take a moment and breathe.

I love you all

-Lis 🖤

#chapter updates #rest #relax #zen #I need to sleep for a day and a half straight #jiara #jiara fanfic #rest so you can write

[zensations35]

Technical Difficulties (Al/astor)

OK HERE IT IS Seriously the audio took me longer than I expected but rrrghhh I think it came out SWELL YUSS? I really had to push because I don't do a lot of fan voicing and I'm nervous but >.< I promised!! Enjoy!!

 Alastor lounges over his vibrant crescent desk, his planned skit stacked on the red wood. The Radio Demon leans languidly toward his scepter--the microphone now powering the studio, with his help of course.

He flicks a few switches and curls the knobs with pointed claws until the soothing whine licks his ears, making them shiver.

Yes. The good stuff. The correct method.

“Hm~” Alastor hums as he finishes gearing up the system. 

The display lights up and--go! 

“Welcome, welcome listeners! To another radio show! Today I’ve been sent a request--which I shall graciously grant. I hope you enjoy this gift. Aren’t I generous?”

The click of a switch marks the start of the queued song and Alastor begins to bob his head along. Mmm~ Not exactly what he would have picked, but it’s nice and jaunty. He shuts off his mic so no one can hear him as he flips through the stack of papers, planning out his next few songs. He grins when he sees the lineup.

Alastor rises, hands clasped behind his back, as he observes the new gear in his studio. He had to wait so long to see all of his new toys. Well, new to him. Technically these mechanisms aren’t new. He prefers it that way.

He skates past his neatly arranged desk, shoes clicking like ice cubes on the hard floor, until he pauses next to a bookshelf. A few tomes have been moved, one leaning against another, and a not so thin layer of dust (dust!) has formed over it. 

A snarl lifts under his nostril and he can feel the bubble of anger fizzing in his chest. He reaches to swipe across the top of the book and comes away with a disgusting clump. He growls with indignant offense. 

Who in all the visible hells is responsible for--

Snf!

Oh fucks no. Fucking hells no.

Alastor’s dark eyes jerk toward the still rolling song. His snarl stutters, causing the sound to fizz. Fuck fuck fuck.

He pinches his nose with his clean hand, cinching the air in his throat, “HX-٨ـﮩZz!” 

The song flutters and Alastor has more than one reason to punish whoever cleaned--or didn’t clean--the station before he came.

Forgetting all else, he picks  up speed, heading toward the gear and holding his hands above it, as if his magic could prevent it from further disturbance.

There. It’s fine. He just n-eeds t-to…

“H˚〰gk!” 

The song crackles, jumping forward by at least half a minute, “H’ZN٨ـﮩKw!” his teeth chit together and the static buzzes with new life. 

A violent hiss seethes from the Radio Demon as he threatens his nose with a violent smush to stamp out the tickle. Enough of that. 

The song finally ends and he glides back to his seat, voice trilling once more.

“Apologies, folks! Technical difficulties. But! I shall make it up to you, dear caller. I have quite a refined ear--makes for a good host, no? Let’s find some--h٨ـﮩhhh--something with a bit more punch, hm?” he ignores the pops from the speaker and flicks on the song. 

He knows he should be gracing his listeners with more of his voice, but first he has to deal with this goddamn dust. 

After one more sweep of the station, the Radio Demon finds five more patches of grime. Five! Filthier than a hellhound’s gullet, this is! 

Even movement as simple as turning around has him bumping into a shelf of old cobwebbed shelves, spitting granules of dust into the air. The air Alastor is breathing for fuckwave’s sake!

He cups his  nose and mouth with a claw as his eyes water. Muffled hitches warm his cheeks and spackle his fingers with moisture. 

“Hih٨ـﮩh-XZ٨ـﮩST!” 

Godfuckingdammit!

The song on the station warps and a bud of rage burns Alastor’s core. His breaths are beating against his chest, hungry to get free.

“Hh-hmn KZZ٨ـﮩZZH! H٨ـﮩH-FUCK! TZ٨ـﮩZH-IY!” 

Alastor stumbles back behind the desk, flicking switches and knobs. Only the clicks and plinks of the switches signify he’s done anything. His left hand covers his face in an attempt to muffle the crackling hitches, but they whine through the janky song regardless.

“H-ih! IH!” The waves bump and leap, Alastor’s fingers wobbling as he fights with himself while trying to regain control of the show. There’s a faint sound, the hint of leftover bandwidth. Then, “HY-X٨ـﮩZZH٨ـﮩH-Y٨ـﮩH!” 

A siren pop! The station whirrs, then lets out a final gasp before it loses the last dregs of power. 

Alastor freezes in the dark, now silent tower. He gives the switches another flaccid flick. 

Nothing’s working. Everything seems to have shorted out. His fist curls, shivering with barely concealed violence. 

Alastor rips his hand from his face and whirls to wrench the rotary phone from its cradle near the wall. Thank fucks for landlines. 

He dials, eyes black and heavy as he speaks into the phone’s shell.

“I want a new cleaner. Fire the other one.”

A pause. Then, “She sounds perfect. Send her over.” This one better be good.

He scoffs at the next question, “I really do not care what you do with the old cleaner.” He hesitates for a moment, his eyes crawling over the studio, his radio show cut before it even really began. His lips curl, shadows dancing and splitting behind his back. “Actually,” his voice crackles and blares down the line, “I do.”

#aiiihhhh I will be working on getting the radio voice better in the future #but liek #man that laugh was fun af to do #guhhh all of my words and braining went into doing this so i'll just leave this here on your doorstep like a cat #other fics coming later i just wanted to pump this out today #snzfic #snz wav #snz audio #zen audio #snz #snzblr #haz/bin #haz/bin ho/tel #hazbin snz #al/astor #al/astor snz #allergies #zen fanfic #snz kink

[wrrrenff]

Mystic Messenger: Valentines Day Head Cannons

What these guys would do with you for valentines day! With valentines coming up, what better time to start putting out some valentines related content. There may be some references to the valentines dlc but mainly my own interpretation of what they'd each do/say. Also some of these will take place in the after endings and some wont.

Yoosung:

You're his first valentine so boy is STRESSED trying to plan something perfect

Will go to Zen for advice and takes detailed notes

Saves his money for a month or two to take you out to a really nice restaurant

Gets you a big bouquet of roses

When you've sat down for dinner this poor boy is sweating and a little shaky

He just want everything to be perfect

When you grab his hand and reassure him that anything he did would've been perfect because it was him, he starts to calm down

"MC you're the best thing that's ever happened to me. I just wanted to make this night as perfect as you!"

After dinner, he will take you to and ice cream shop for dessert and then take you to a park nearby to walk through while eating

He'll pull you to a bench nearby and share a nice stargazing moment

Excitedly explains some of the constellations and which stars are actually planets

Ends the night back in the apartment with cuddles and kisses

Jaehee:

Valentines isn't one of Jaehee's favorite holidays but she knows you enjoy it

Decides to plan a nice valentines day in since you both have been so busy at the cafe lately

Cooks your favorite meal for dinner and pairs it with a lovely wine

Followed by you favorite dessert and a cup of after dinner coffee

Feeling a little buzz from the wine, you throw on some slow romantic music and you slow dance with each other for a bit

"I'm so lucky to have met you MC. You changed my life."

Ends the night by falling asleep on the couch cuddled up with both of your favorite one of Zen's musicals playing in the background

Zen:

If there was a competition for most romantic, he would win by a mile

Wakes you up with breakfast in bed

Takes you out to do a couples spa day

He usually treats you like royalty but today especially

Gets a call from his 'manager' and has to go to rehearsal last minute to rehearse an important scene

Super apologetic but reassures you the valentines celebration of you will continue later

Sends you to the movies to keep you busy

Flash forward and Zen is picking you up from the movies and takes you to his secret spot that overlooks the city

You notice there is a whole elaborate sunset picnic set up waiting for you

"I'm sorry I had to lie about work. I just wanted to make today as special as you are"

After your picnic you head home and find the whole house dimly lit by candles and rose pedals leading to the bedroom and covering your bed

The man really is a huge romantic

Jumin:

I feel like he keeps his valentines plans pretty classic

He did want to do something extravagant with you like travel out of the country was a little confused when you said you couldn't accepts something so big like that

Ultimately after some explanation from you he understood and dialed it down

Takes the day off of work to spend as much time as possible together

Asked his private chef to make you a special breakfast

In the afternoon, you go have lunch on his yacht

And for dinner, he gives you a gorgeous outfit personally tailored for you, and takes you out to and extremely upscale restaurant

After an incredible dinner and a few glasses of wine he takes you home and you guy get a little hot and heavy

After certain activities take place, he draws a nice relaxing bath for you both to end the night

"You really are an amazing person MC. I can't imagine the rest of my life without you."

Seven:

Like Yoosung, boy is nervous and has never done this before

Does a ton of research on perfect valentines dates and romantic gestures to do for your partner of valentines day.

He decides to take you to a cat cafe!

But not before surprising you with roses first

He read he's supposed to do that and he's so relived when you love them

After the cat cafe, you go check out the new show at the planetarium

When it comes to dinner, he felt too much pressure going out to a fancy restaurant, he orders in some really nice food

To really help with the romantic atmosphere, he dims the lights, lights some candles, and starts playing some of your favorite music

He looks at you with so much love and adoration throughout the night

"Being with you feels right. Like I found where I'm supposed to be. I will never get tired of being with you. Thank you for loving me MC."

You finish of the night by having a movie marathon all cuddle up on the couch snacking on honey buddah chips in true Seven fashion.

#fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #fanfic writing #my fanfic #mystic messenger #headcanon #mystic messenger headcanons #mysme zen #mysme 707 #mysmes #mysme #mysme saeyoung #yoosung kim #jaehee kang #mysme yoosung #mysme jumin #mysme jaehee #zen mystic messenger #jaehee #mystic messenger 707

[shewrotesomething]

The Day He Realized He Wanted to Marry You (Zen)

Despite his confident demeanor, Zen had plenty of insecurities about his looks. After all, years of verbal abuse won’t disappear overnight. 

No matter how many times he would tell everyone he was perfection embodied, a little snake in his head would always tell him he’s just fooling himself. That all along, his parents had been right and he was on the wrong path. 

These fears will never be voiced, especially not in front of you. 

Even on the days he would ask you, “Jagiya, isn’t your boyfriend especially beautiful today?” and you’d look at him with a delighted smile, that snake would come slithering into his head a few moments later.

There was a day, however, when that voice… Well, it wasn’t silenced completely, but at the very least, it gave him a foothold for bad days.

He still remembered that morning. It was a particularly warm day. He had rehearsals for a movie, and you were off to meet with an old classmate.

“I mean, do you really have to go?” he asked.

You were in the mirror, fixing your hair. “Hyun, it’s not a date. It’s business. He has a fiance for crying out loud!” you shouted with a chuckle.

“You can never tell until the knot is tied… and even if it is you can’t.”

You looked over to him with half a glare. “Our party is in a month and he has excellent connections. Connections that will make excellent guests.”

That was exactly why he felt uneasy about it. If he had excellent connections, he’s probably a rich businessman who’s got a way with words.

“It’s going to be an hour tops and then I’ll drop by your set. We can have dinner together.”

“Promise?”

“Absolutely,” you said, sealing the promise with a kiss on his cheek.

And so, you two went off to your own businesses. 

It was strange though. He knew it would take you more than an hour to get to the set, but he didn’t expect you to be 3 hours late. Besides, whenever you were going to be late for anything, you never failed to update him.

The director called a wrap and so he called you. You didn't answer. He called and called and called. Each time that your phone went into voicemail, he was growing more paranoid. 

What if… you enjoyed your childhood friend company too much?

All those promises he said after the incident. That he’d protect you. That you were the most important thing to him. That he wanted nothing more than to be with you. That his biggest fear would be for you to disappear… What if that was coming true today?

Stay calm. Your phone could be faulty, out of battery, you could be at home.

He was about to rush home when one of his co-star’s personal assistant’s stopped him.

“Thank goodness I caught you.”

“I’m kind of busy, what is it?” he asked, a bit too harshly.

“The hospital called us, they said your partner was in an accident, they’ve been trying to reach you but they don’t exactly know how.”

He took a cab to the hospital immediately fearing the worst. Hating himself even more to even consider that you were off having fun with someone else.

“Ah yes. There’s no need to worry. There was a collision with a biker and resulting in a dislocated kneecap but the doctors were able to fix it with no problem. The anesthesia is wearing off so go ahead.”

And he did. There you laid on the bed talking to one of the nurses. The nurse had a smile on her face.

“All I’m saying is… like… you know like fruit? Yeah… like, if fruit takes like...like... more than 2... if it takes a lot of steps for you to do the thing, what do you do?”

“You eat it?” asked the nurse.

“Yeah yeah yeah yeah. That. If it takes more than like… yeah 2 steps to get to good stuff. Not fruit… It's bad fruit.

The nurse spotted him. “I think someone is here to see you,” she walked towards him. “Just a heads up. Anesthesia has a way of making people a bit too honest,” she warned before leaving.

“Thank goodness you're okay,” he told you with a sigh of relief.

Your eyes squinted to look at him. Your hands stretched out your hands and he held out his own, but you swept them away. Instead, you gestured for his face to come closer. 

Zen knelt down to do as you wished. With both hands cupping his face, your eyes lit up in recognition. “Ah… I know you.” 

He chuckled. “I certainly hope you do.”

You nodded to yourself. Pleased. “Uh-huh, you’re my beautiful boyfriend. My beautiful boyfriend is here.”

His heart melted at that. “I’m here.” Placing his hand over your own, he found the absence of a ring an issue to be remedied. 

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[hecalledme-jagi]

The Ponderings of a Man In Love

I've had this FanLore for Zen strewing in my brain for a little over a year and finally decided to write it out into a one shot!

Enjoy!

What does it mean to experience first love? 

Zen wondered as he watched you doze off beside him to the sound of a movie you both had forgotten about halfway through. He smiled to himself softly, gently brushing away a strand of hair that had fallen over your face, planting a tender kiss on the top of your head. The comforting gesture caused you to snuggle further into his side, cozy and loved. Treasured and wanted.

Zen often thought about the meaning of first love when he was with you. He always felt a pang of guilt over dating other girls before you, even if you weren't bothered by it. He knew you were his yesterday, today, and tomorrow--his dusk and dawn. His moon and stars--leaving him with the fact that you weren't his first, which felt wrong in every way imaginable. So there he sat wondering, and really pondering, what it meant to experience first love. Had he experienced it before? If so, that idea devastated him, leaving his heart aching, poking, splintering, and desperately wanting your comforting. Hoping all his wondering meant nothing. 

He snuggled in close, soaking in your warmth, soothing his self-inflicted wounds, nuzzling your hair, blinking back the sting of tears.

Slowly he doze off to the sound of your steady breathing, calming his anxiety. Slowly learning to bask in the simple pleasures of a quiet evening. 

His breathing steadied, finding rhythm with your own, and in complete unison, your chests rose and fell. 

He found his peace in his small basement apartment.

But absolutely and entirely, he found his peace here with you.

And in his slumber, there came a dream. Or, more accurately, a nearly forgotten memory.

Zen was younger here, much younger than you knew him now. His hair barely reached past his shoulders, fashioned into something of a mullet. His leather jacket just a size too big, but in a year's time, it would fit him perfectly. And he stood in a place filled with familiarity. His secret mountain hideout. The view was the same as it had always been, and somehow, that comforted the young boy, here now, and the man he would come to be. 

The cold evening air nipped at his cheeks and nose, a gentle breeze passing through his hair with the faint smell of cigarette smoke. Following the scent with his eyes and nose, he found a scene this young boy very well knew but was far from the scene his adult counterpart adored. There stood a girl who simply wasn't you.

Ji-an, a younger, much more boyish Hyun, recognized with an air of giddiness coating his thoughts, and in like manner, she was viewed with rose-tinted glasses. 

He admired her long black hair as it gently swayed in the passing breeze, her sharp and unusually dark eyes staring down at the view he found so much comfort in, reflecting nothing of the setting sun or the city lights flickering on one at a time. And her lips turned in a slight frown with a lit cigarette in hand. Ji-an was a girl made entirely of mysterious beauty, and for a long time, Hyun might've considered her the most beautiful girl he'd ever met. She was in the same gang as Zen, that's how they had met. She was older than him, but only slightly, maybe sixteen or seventeen. She was a force to be reconned with, a calm before a storm. Freedom and rebellion. Anger and desperation. Loneliness and devastation. But other than that, she was a total mystery. Hyun never knew more about her than she let him see, and maybe that was part of why he clung to her so helplessly. Or maybe it was because he envied her and how free she seemed to be. Maybe he wanted to live reckless abandoned where he was allowed to be who he wanted to be, the way Ji-an seemed to. Or maybe it was because bad habits always seemed more attractive than good ones at the start.

Ji-an sucked on her cigarette, holding the smoke in her throat until it burned. 

“You know,” she began as she turned to look at Hyun, “I think if we had met before everything hit the fan, I would’ve fallen in love with you for real.”

Hyun watched and admired the rugged elegance she exuded. Marvalling, despite how her words cut him deeply. His heart secretly wondering--when will anyone ever truly love me?

“For one thing, you’re a real looker,” she leaned in and kissed Hyun's lips softly, leaving the faintest taste of cigarette smoke and strawberry lip balm on the tip of his tongue. 

Is that all I'll ever be? A pretty face barely worth loving? Another secret wonder he wouldn't discover until much later.

“You’re not so bad of a guy either,” she reached out, with her free hand and gently played with the fringe that hung over his forehead. “If I wasn’t so damaged, I’d probably be able to appreciate that heart of yours,” she poked his chest playfully and with a tone of self-mockery, sucking another puff of cigarette tar into her lungs. 

“But instead, here I am, giving you cigarettes, beer, and bad memories,” she scoffed. 

Hyun took a step closer to Ji-an, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with her. He peered into her face, hoping to read the meaning in her words by seeing her expression more clearly, but there was nothing he could see. Her eyes continued to stare dispassionately at the scenic view, and not for a moment did she meet his searching gaze, nor did she acknowledge his presence at her side. Instead, her brow furrowed, and irritation fizzled in her vacant eyes.

"We shouldn't have met," she said, tossing her cigarette onto the ground and stomping it out under her boots. 

Hyun felt his heart drop.

Ji-an turned on her heels and walked towards her motorcycle.

"W.. wait! Ji-an, where are you going?" He called.

There was no answer except the loud roar of a motorcycle engine starting.

"Ji-an!"

She paused, looking towards Hyun, with more emotion in her eyes than Hyun had ever seen before, "Get out of here. Become something." 

And that was it. 

She rode off, the rumbling of her motorcycle fading the farther she got. And Hyun could only watch, confused, lost, and entirely too alone for a boy his age.

Zen jolted awake, beads of cold sweat running down his back and his heart dropping into his stomach, leaving his chest feeling hollow and unbearably lonely until he heard you.

"Hyun?" you said, coming back into the living room with a glass of water, "Are you okay?"

He looked at you, and the frenzy in his eyes became calm. A deep breath entered his lungs, and it was exhaled smoothly.

And that's when his wondering all made sense. 

Zen realized it then as his hysteria calmed at the mere sight of you. He knew then that perhaps in all possibility, before you came and before he had forgotten what life was like in your absence, he would've considered Ji-an his first love experience. And in some way, maybe she was. Maybe she was his first love, but that thought didn't seem to bother him so much anymore. Because maybe love was more about changing than firsts and lasts. 

(Although, admittedly, he was perfectly enchanted by the idea that you would be his last. You would hold all his ending chapters, and perhaps, that was far more important than keeping all his opening phrases.)

Ji-an encouraged his flaws but neglected his strengths. He knew now that they were bad for each other, beasts ravenously hungry for love and acceptance. In love with their shared self-pity. Wanting each other because of the addictive nature of cigarettes, loving the nicotine clinging to their clothes and mingling in their mouths. Loving the faint taste of strawberries after every kiss that made the bitter taste of tobacco seem pleasant and sweet. But even still, she inspired his drive for freedom.

And you? You came and captivated him.

You nurtured his strengths and loved his flaws, and for that, he loved you, but as his feelings began to grow, he wanted to be better for you. He wanted to change. So maybe, just maybe, it was for the best that you came at this moment in his life. You came at the point in his life when he still had room to grow but was mature enough to treasure you wholeheartedly. Perhaps now was the best time to love you--not to say it was the only time he could love you, nor was it the perfect time, for he knew that if he had met you ten years ago or ten years from now, he'd be ready to love you precisely and honestly--so now as Zen looks at you, finally finding his moment of lost peace, he realizes that all this wondering about "first love" was for not because all that matters is that he loves you.

Zen nods, gently grabbing at your waist and pulling you in. He rests his forehead against your torso, hugging your waist tightly.

 "Never better, honey~"

˚✧₊⁎𝒥𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑎⁎⁺˳✧༚

I do not own any characters, all ownership goes to Cheritz. Thanks for reading!

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[shivunin]

barges into your ask box!! hello/goodbye hugs that linger for fenris and maria 👀?

Can't barge in if the door is open! Thanks, Zen c: I'll have you know that this was originally two thousand words longer before I reconsidered, so...here is the happy version instead c: (the prompt list)

(Words: 2,548)

A Fond Farewell

In the early days, Fenris cataloged Hawke’s mannerisms out of suspicion. She was a mage, after all, for all that she’d helped him without the promise of recompense. It mattered little that she seemed to wear her heart on her sleeve. There might be some trick to her—no, had to be some trick—and it was wisest to watch her so he would be warned if the betrayal ever came.

So: Fenris watched her smile at the others, the way she would wrinkle her nose when Varric told an especially bad joke, the way she tipped her chin back and laughed with her whole body when she was pleased. He watched the way she fought, as if she’d been born doing it and it came as an afterthought to her now. 

But most of all, Fenris saw the way Hawke was always reaching out for someone.

In the beginning, she would pull in Carver whenever she told a story about Ferelden, elbowing his side or resting a hand on his shoulder while she gestured with the other. Her brother seemed used to the contact and did not react at all when she did so, as if this behavior was to be expected from her. 

Fenris didn’t understand it, but he didn’t need to; in the beginning, it was enough just to note that it was a habit of hers and move on.

Over time, her casual contact branched out to the others: she would drape her legs over Isabela’s lap when she was tipsy, and lean against Merrill’s side. She linked arms with Aveline when they walked, or rested an arm around Varric’s shoulder when one of them was telling a story. In those early days, there was plainly some awkwardness between her and the human mage—all of them saw it—but soon enough that faded, too, and she would prod Anders' shoulder when making some point or other as they walked.

It was as if she couldn’t help herself, as if she was actually reaching for something else and forever finding it in contact with others. 

More than any of these, Hawke always, always hugged her friends goodbye. 

Every one of them…except Fenris. 

On one of those early days, when they’d said long goodbyes outside the Hanged Man, she hugged the others and paused before him. Fenris stood on the periphery, watching her with narrowed eyes, and she surveyed him with a tilted head. 

“G’night, Fenris,” she said after a pause, smiling brightly, and reached behind her for her brother’s wrist, “Come on, Carver. Told you that girl wasn’t interested, or she’d be here by now.”

“But she said—” her brother began, already irritated, and the two of them walked away still arguing. 

Fenris, only mildly surprised, walked away without any further fanfare. He was not impressed by her decision to leave him be; he’d been indicating with every syllable of body language he had that he’d no desire to be touched. That she’d honored the unspoken request was good, but nothing especially notable—though, of course, he did file the interaction away with his other observations.

For a long time, this was how they parted: she would hug the others, perhaps even kiss their cheeks, and then she would pause before Fenris, smile at him, and say her goodnights. 

If he wondered what it might feel like to be touched by her, however briefly, outside the context of healing—well. He was the only one who needed to know what he wondered about when the lights were doused. 

It was at least a year before this habit changed, not until well after the disaster in the Deep Roads and the loss of her brother to the Wardens. There was sorrow, and a frantic span of time in which she adjusted to her newfound wealth and moved her mother to Hightown. During that time, Fenris began to wonder if she might be done with her old friends entirely. But no: only a few weeks after the move had commenced, Hawke was barging into Varric’s quarters with all the subtlety of a summer storm just she always did, and discarded her cloak over the back of a chair instead of on the coat rack. 

“Sorry,” she told the table at large, and settled onto the bench beside Fenris, “Didn’t mean to be late. Had to help a girl find her lost doll.”

“And you didn’t get mugged over it? Color me impressed, Hawke,” Varric said, dealing her in without a pause, “Haven’t missed much yet. Bela was telling us about her conquest of the week.”

“Oh, I’ve finished now,” Isabella said, rolling her eyes and lifting her tankard, “Not that I had any help, if you take my meaning.” 

Some small, hidden worry gradually lifted from Fenris’s shoulders at Hawke’s presence. It wasn’t that he didn’t care for the others; some of them were perfectly tolerable. It was just—Hawke made sense of their group. If she had left for good…Well. He’d begun to wonder if it was wise to stay in the city; that was all. Such considerations seemed less reasonable when she was sitting at the table, nudging Bela with her elbow while she described her mother’s choice in decoration. 

In the small hours of the morning, when they finally parted ways, the group exchanged their long, messy goodbyes as usual. Only—this time, Fenris stepped forward and set a hand on her elbow when he might otherwise have stood at a distance.

“Goodnight, Hawke,” he said, immediately regretting the change when her eyes went wide at him. 

“Oh!” she said. It was foolish, it was absurd, but for a moment it felt like the whole world hung in the balance. 

Then, just as she had with the others, Hawke reached for him. She did not embrace him, but instead set a hand on his shoulder and took a step closer. They were rarely so near each other unless one of them was bleeding, and then they usually had more urgent things to worry about. Fenris wondered how he’d never noticed before that her eyelashes were so dark and fine, or that smile line bracketed her mouth even when she wasn’t smiling. 

“Goodnight, Fenris,” she said, the lines around her mouth deepening, and then she dropped her hand and turned away, reaching for Aveline’s elbow. 

“Aveline,” she was already saying, unperturbed, “I have a question about a fine point of city law.”

“Maker, what now?” the other woman asked warily. 

“If one is nude in one’s own courtyard—” Hawke began, her voice trailing off as they walked away. 

Fenris stood for a moment, watching them, abruptly aware that he would need to walk up the same set of stairs to go home. Usually, he would be well up them before she even finished saying goodbye to the others. It felt…odd, somehow, to trail her home, if only because she followed the same route he did now. 

Best wait a moment, he thought, and caught the dwarf’s speculative glance when he turned. 

“What?” Fenris asked, pausing, and Varric shook his head. 

“Oh, nothing at all,” he said, turning for the door, “Goodnight, Fenris.”

“Yes,” Fenris said, and decided it would be best to round a corner before giving Hawke a lead up the stairs. 

It had been fine. 

It had been—it had just been a goodbye. She did it constantly; it meant nothing, and it meant nothing that he stood around the corner for nearly fifteen minutes thinking about what her hand on his shoulder had been like, and what he might have felt if she’d touched bare skin instead. 

In nights that followed, Fenris decided that it would be stranger to go back to the way they'd been. He would simply have to accept that cursory touches were part of his evenings from now on. Aveline was increasingly busy with the guard, and it seemed increasingly foolish to trail behind Hawke like a lost pup at the end of the night. Fenris walked with her instead, all the long way up the stairs to Hightown, parting at her door. This was not a problem; he’d have to walk that way regardless, and Hawke was good company. 

Goodbyes took place at her front door, between the two of them alone. The longer this remained their routine, the more casual it felt to talk with his hand resting on her shoulder or elbow. She went from carefully touching his shoulder to patting his chest or nudging his hip, and Fenris didn’t stop her. When she finally reached up to embrace him, it felt natural, normal, even inevitable. 

But here was the problem: Hawke had a habit of continuing conversations while she hugged the others goodbye, and Fenris was no exception. If she was midway through a point about something when she reached for him, she would keep on talking into his ear until she was finished or one of them pulled away. 

One of them—it was always Hawke who pulled away; Fenris found that he did not have the urge to let go of her so quickly, even if she’d wrapped her arms around his shoulders for several minutes. It was nothing; just another quirk of hers. There was no doubt in his mind that this was true. 

One evening, after nearly two years of this, she embraced him to say goodbye and spent at least ten minutes explaining one of the finer points of the horrible play they’d just finished watching. 

For his part, Fenris had missed much of it, so focused on not looking at Hawke that he hadn’t heard any of the dialogue and had only minimally absorbed the actual events onstage. He’d no idea how he’d wound up in this position after all that; he felt hot and itchy now, desperate to dance away and put distance between them. The longer she held on, the stronger the feeling grew, until at last he cleared his throat and interrupted her. 

“Hawke,” he said, and just that. 

It was easy enough to grasp her waist and set her away from him, and she let go without protest, wincing faintly. 

“Sorry!” she said, taking several steps back. 

In the light of the flames outside her front door, he could see the flush on her cheeks. 

“It is…fine,” he said, also taking several steps back, “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” she said faintly, and spun on her heel for the door. 

Fenris walked away before he had to think any harder about the interaction, but it was no use. He could still feel her breath against his neck, the lines of boning in her bodice pressed against his hands, and he couldn’t seem to banish the foreign urge that had seized him while he’d held her. He didn’t want to kiss Hawke—did he? 

He paced in his room for a time, scowling hard at his own feet over the broken tile. 

His clothes smelled like her. 

No; he would not think of it.

Hawke should be seeing someone else, someone who wasn’t on the run. Surely there was someone out there who could give her a better life, who would make her happy.

She’d blushed. He’d never seen Hawke blush. 

No, no; think of something else.

Surely she did the same thing to the others when she was in the middle of some explanation; surely this had meant nothing in particular, even if she had flirted with him in the past. 

Why could he still feel her in his arms? 

Frustrated, Fenris dragged a hand back through his hair. This was—it was simply an aberration. That was it. The next time they saw each other, she would say goodbye in her usual manner and that would be—it would be fine. 

More than fine. Yes. This would not be a problem.

Later that week, the two of them walked together up the stairs from Lowtown, companionably discussing the benefits of upgrading one’s armor to a higher class of steel. It seemed an ordinary enough evening, but when they reached her door she immediately turned toward the manor. 

“‘Night, Fenris,” she said cheerfully, and shut the door behind her. 

Fenris froze, hands slightly raised, and stared after her for a moment. 

This was…fine. 

Fenris had gone a very long time not touching Hawke. It should matter very little now that she hadn’t said goodbye. It shouldn’t bother him, and she was not obligated to—to—well, she could do whatever she wished. That was all. It was none of his affair. 

But she walked away without touching him the next night, and three days after that when they all met for drinks, and…

He’d had no idea how important that simple gesture had been to him until it was gone, and now he felt its absence as keenly as he felt the absence of his blade when he set it aside at night. The next time they saw each other, Fenris approached her door with grim determination.

“—and that’s why it never made any sense to me at all that there could be werewolves in Ferelden,” she was saying, waving a hand as she spoke, “I don’t care what the stories say, it’s illogical at best.”

“Quite,” Fenris said stiffly, and she glanced up at him, blowing a black curl away from her forehead. 

He wished, intensely, that he’d never noticed the way her lips pursed when she did that. 

“Everything alright?” she asked as they paused at her door. She was already angled toward the door, ready to walk away from him. Fenris sought an answer, but came up with nothing; he stepped forward and embraced her instead, his body moving before his mind could properly disagree. 

She sucked in a breath when he wrapped his arms around her shoulders, but she returned the gesture readily enough. It was different holding her like this; she was slightly shorter than him, though Fenris rarely noticed. When she wasn’t reaching up for him, the top of her head rested just below his chin. 

There was—there was a scar on the top of her head that he’d never noticed before, arching across the center part of her hair. For a strange moment, Fenris was seized by the urge to press his lips to the point where the two lines met. He pressed his cheek to the top of her head instead, and she relaxed against him all at once. 

It was…nice. 

He admitted it to himself, tightening his arms slightly. It was pleasant to hold her; he enjoyed it. He liked the place where her arms had settled around his back. He liked how warm she was where the exposed skin of his upper arms touched hers. He liked the way her hair smelled, and he particularly liked the way she was holding him—as if she liked it, too. 

This was…Fenris needed to think about this. Slowly, reluctantly, he loosened his grip and stepped back. 

“Goodnight,” he said, his voice rough, “Hawke.”

“Goodnight, Fenris,” she said, her hands falling slowly until they rested at her sides again. 

Fenris took a deep breath, considering and discarding several other things to say. Instead, he smiled faintly—the best he could manage under the circumstances, just a quirk at one side of his mouth—and turned to walk away. 

He could have sworn he heard her sigh behind him—but perhaps that was only wishful thinking.

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