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Niffty girl and Alastor
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The king and his princess
His Greatest Creation
Niffty girl and Alastor
Art done by @alastorsart
Check them out they got amazing work!
The king and his princess
His Greatest Creation
Behind Closed Doors: A Study in Boundaries
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When Feyre overhears Nesta informing Cassian that the family's teasing has gotten to be too much for her, she realizes that there are many things about her sister that she may not know. That she is not privy to. Things, perhaps, that are reserved just for her mate.
In an effort to understand the eldest Archeron better, her family attempts to investigate, only to come upon soft moments between Nesta and Cassian instead.
Cassian, however, wants nothing more than time to dote on his mate in private.
Or, 5 times the Inner Circle witnesses Nessian behind closed doors, and one time they're truly alone, based on the theme of respecting boundaries and learning healthy communication.
A submission for @nessianweek 2024 Day 5: Behind Closed Doors
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BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! Once you are given this award you're supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing happens, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you're beautiful inside and outđ€
I didn't expect it, it's really too cute, thank youu! đ„°
Awww so sweet
đ„čđđđđ Iâm crying
Flowers for Hawl!!
(Thatâs what I call you in my head at least, because I always read your user wrong đ . I read it as âyour archaic wastelandâ. So I hope hawlâs okay!)
YOONIEEEEE TT youâre so sweet :( thank you thank you. i needed the flowers today. (sister left today and it was my first time seeing her in a year) đđđ
(just realized iâm a day late but flowers are still much appreciated)
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summary. gojo navigating fatherhood. | wc. 700+
cw/ tw. fem!reader, their daughter is an oc, fluff, parenthood, pregnancy
an. I know I promised the other part today, but it's kinda gotten away from me atm, so please accept this <3, comments and reblogs are appreciated àŒâ§âË.
Gojo canât say heâs ever really wanted kidsânever considered himself to be anyoneâs dad before, didnât think heâd be the right person for it. So the thought hasnât even crossed his mind, not until you came out of the bathroom one day, a plastic stick in hand and a nervous smile lifting the corners of your mouth.Â
âA baby?â he asks, as if the blurry plus on the too-small screen could mean anything else, no matter how many times he blinks down at it.
âYes, Satoru,â you say, in a tone indicating nobodyâs going to jump out of the hall closet and confirm itâs all a prank. âA baby.â
He says it again just to make sure, letting the three syllables weigh heavy on his tongue until heâs silent for a beat too long that your smile drops from your face. âIâItâs good. This is good.â
And itâŠchanges things.Â
Stuck in the morning rushâred tail lights stretching block to block that if he stares hard enough, it becomes a single fused lineâhe starts thinking about it. He thinks about his childhood, how he knows what itâs like to have parents who say theyâll be there and then suddenly arenât. That thereâs a chance he could turn out the same.
Itâs the sadder, more pathetic twin truth heâs been running from for as long as he started to understand that postcards from holiday trips donât quite equate to a phone call, and family dinners require more than one person to be there.
If thereâs anything heâs thought of, thatâs one of them.
He watches you sort through the baby clothes from your mom, at odds with how you can look so calm about it, while his stomach instantly twists into knots after he picks up a sock no bigger than his pinky, wondering how heâs meant to protect and equally hold something that small.
It gets worse over the next couple of months, that insistent feeling in his gut that keeps telling him heâs not ready, especially after the first time he feels a kick of a tiny foot against his hand while youâre cuddled up between his legs on the couch.
He's so startled by it that he stops mid-sentence. âWas thatââ
You hold his hand against your stomach until the kicking stops. âI think she likes the sound of your voice.â
He thinks his blood pressure spikes. âShe?â
âHm. Itâs just a hunch.â
Gojo spends more time at work, and the rest of his free time goes to baby-proofing the apartment. He buys baby locksâwhy donât they call them toddler locks? Babies donât even walkâand somehow locks himself out of the liquor cabinet because they apparently work for adults too.
Being an only child means heâs never witnessed pregnancy up close growing up; never watched anyone assemble a crib or pick out car seatsâhow do you know which one will keep the baby safe?âor go through a book of baby names.Â
So no.
Heâs not the epitome of calm the night your water breaks, even though he holds your hand the entire time and tells you everything will be okay. Doesnât know if it will be as he listens to the babyâs heartbeat echo around the triage room while you happily eat ice chips.Â
There are still so many things he can mess up, that heâs not sure heâll get right, no matter how hard he tries. What if his kid grows up and doesnât like him? What if heâs not a good dad?
Gojo thinks about this the whole walk to the delivery room, feeling like heâs holding your hand for support rather than offering it. And the doctor starts speaking, and, andâ
Mio fits perfectly against his chest, small and round in her blanket, with soft tufts of hair on the top of her head. He counts all ten fingers and toes and canât stop tracing the sweet curve of his daughterâs cheek. She coos in her sleepâhis fussy baby appeased by a tummy full of milkâholding his pinky in her tiny fist.
So small, he keeps thinking.Â
âSheâs wrapped you around her finger already,â you whisper, head leaning against his shoulder.
He hums, transfixed, and from the corner of his eye, he can see the smile you hide in the sleeve of his sweater.
âYouâre going to be a good dad. I already know it.â
âYeah?â
âNever doubted it for a second.â
You lean up to kiss his stubbly cheek, and heâs content.Â
howdy!! can i request anything fluffy involving tbb echo x reader? đ„ș
Fluffly Echo Headcanons
A/N: I LIVE..... but like seriously I am alive and I plan to make writers block my little bitch
-Echo was a hopeless romantic both before and after the CitadelÂ
-first it was Fives who made constant fun of him for it
-then it was the entire Batch
-well maybe minus Hunter because he too is a hopeless romantic
-however that never stopped him from being affectionate with youÂ
-so when the batch landed on a desolate planet he jumped at the opportunity to take you on a little picnicÂ
-Echo is totally the mom of the group so this was going to be hands down the best, cutest, and most well stocked picnic youâve ever been on
-Water canteen- CheckÂ
-Blanket- Check
-Plates- Check
-Your favorite foods (no matter how hard they were to find, Echo always did the most for you)- CheckÂ
-however Echo is terrible at keeping surprises, so he enlisted the batches help, well mostly Omegas, he noticed you had a hard time telling the little blonde no
-Omega was eager to please
-and to help Echo and his hopeless romantic tendencyâs was a dream come true
-so she responded to Echoâs request with a simple coo of âOoooo how romanticâ
-So with Omega keeping you occupied Echo carefully set up the blanket, plates, lanterns, the whole nine yards for your little surprise date
-So after a few hours of being aimlessly led around by Omega, Echo came and fetched you.Â
-With a gentle hand Echo led you through the planets terrainÂ
-The spot he picked left you breathlessÂ
-The spot was near a creek that happened to look over a field of the planets natural faunaÂ
-âDo you like it?â
-âOh Echo itâs perfect.âÂ
-The two of you ate in silence just enjoying one another's presence, seeing that peace and quiet was all too rare nowadaysÂ
-As the planets suns set the temperature drop Echo took the blanket the two of you were using yo now wrap it around your joined frame
-âLook,â Echo whispered in your ear while pointing to the sky.Â
-Shifting your attention to the sky above meteors flew above cascading the night sky in bright streaks of white, yellow, pink, and blue light.Â
-âTech mentioned something in passing about the meteor shower, so I thought it be the perfect chance to steal you away for the nightâ Echo sheepishly admitsÂ
-Turning to face the man behind you, you gently cup his cheeks, âOh Echo I love it.â
-âI love youâÂ
-âI love you more,â you admit placing a sweet liss on his lips to seal the night.Â
Hello love, I had a thought after the new episode about Crosshair x reader where sheâs been with Hunter and wrecker trying to find Omega (and him) and when crosshair steps out of the ship she just runs to him <3 maybe it also includes them talking on the marauder after about whatâs happened. I hope this sparks interest for you!! I love your writing :)
Forgiven
Crosshair x Reader
Summary- You reminisce on the first time Crosshair fought against you and his brothers. He thought you'd never forgive him, but he is surprised when you reunite.
A/N- So sorry this one took so long! I'm still sick but was determined to get this out! Thank you for requesting!! I hope you like it, please let me know if there is anything I can do to improve.
Word Count- 2,276
You remember the first time you realized you lost Crosshair to the Empire. The memory plagued your sleepless nights...
"I know what you're going to do, but please- don't." Omega begged Crosshair. You turned to listen to them, but couldn't figure out what she was talking about. What was he going to do? And how did Omega know about it?
"What do you know?" He remarked.
"I know you can't help it..." She rested a hand to his shoulder. The act warmed your heart, but anxiety rested in the deep pit of your stomach.
You couldn't place exactly why. I mean, you were all imprisoned. But, really, it was nothing the squad hadn't been in before. This was the kind of anxiety that rushed your veins. The kind that appears out of no where and strikes you.
At this feeling, you stood up to move and sit on Crosshairs right. He wasn't very affectionate in public, but you knew the proximity would ease your nerves.
Your hand gently ran down his arm as you sat, he straightened up at your touch. He was on edge as well.
The small gesture of him spreading his right leg slightly wider, to touch you, made you smile. Even in a cell, he could make you feel at home.
He didn't turn to look at you, but took your hand in his, holding it in his lap.
Just seconds later, a masked group of clones arrived.
"CT-9904, you're coming with us."
"Excuse me?" You stood, Hunter was quicker than you though.
"Oh no no, no. We stay together." The clone immediately rammed the butt of his gun into Hunter's stomach. He doubled over in pain.
"Stand down!" The clone yelled. You still advanced, determined to stick together.
A hand grabbed at your wrist. It was Crosshair, still looking down.
"Stop, you'll just get into more trouble." He then looked up at you. He stood, still holding onto you. Your breath hitched, scared for him. What would the Empire do to him?
"Wait!" You called out, he turned around just before stepping out of the cell.
You leaned up and gave him a quick kiss on the lips, somewhat of a 'goodbye.' You could see his face get visibly softer. You pulled him closer for a hug, your face in his neck. "Whatever happens, try to meet us at the Hangar..." You whispered. Only he heard.
He nodded his head at you, then turned to follow the clone. The jail wall went back up.
You watched him walk away, the clones right behind him. "He'll be okay. We'll find a way out." Hunter reassured, a hand on your shoulder.
He was right. You all did find a way out. In an attempt to retrieve everyone's armor, you all rushed to the Hangar. Just before putting your last arm piece on, you stopped. "Where's Crosshair! He should be back by now!" You had hoped he found a way to escape the clones that took him. Looking around again didn't help.
"Tech, power up the ship. The rest of us will go look for Crosshair." Hunter commanded.
No one had a chance to respond, the large doors of the cabin opened to reveal him. He was leading a large squad of troopers.
"Uhh, I don't think we'll have to go far..." Omega spoke.
Your breath hitched, but you weren't scared. Crosshair would never do anything to hurt you. Nor his brothers, right?
"Cross!" You went to meet him, you didn't care about the other clone troopers next to him.
However, Hunter blocked you with his body. You stopped, wary but trusting his extreme senses.
"Best stand down sergeant." Crosshair said, rifle at the ready. "Make it easy on yourself... And your team." He looked you in the eyes, then back to Hunter.
"Have you lost your mind!" Hunter interrogated.
The two of them argued back and forth, though neither side made an official attack.
You were so confused, why would Crosshair turn on everyone. Why would he turn on you? Tears prickled, you placed your helmet on so no one could see.
"Now surrender." Crosshair tried, deep down you didn't think he wanted to injure anyone.
Blast fired everywhere.
Omega covered her head- barred down. You rushed to her, giving her cover. Hunter joined your side, now he was guiding Omega back to the ship.
You, Wrecker, and Echo fought hard, which gave Hunter enough time to usher Omega safely to the ship.
Hunter barely had time to run back out, guns firing, when all the overhead lights went off. The storm outside did nothing to help the lighting.
You crouched down to collect your thoughts, looking through your visor you saw many heat signatures. It was hard to tell who was who, but identified Wrecker by his size and Echo by his arm.
You blasted at the on-coming troopers, distracted by a new wave of them coming in. Someone had called for backup.
A loud scream let you know Wrecker had been shot, you weren't close enough to help him. A glance back showed you Echo and Hunter pulling him to safety.
The second you turned back around the barrel of a gun was pointed at your head. A figure sat inches in front of you, also crouched down.
"Don't say a word." It was Crosshair...
You pushed your helmet off, suddenly desperate for some air. You stared at him with glossy eyes. He wouldn't really shoot you, would he?
"Follow them back to The Marauder. Do not tell a soul I let you." He commanded you, lowering his gun. Was he telling you to escape now?
"Cross, I don't-"
"It's not safe here. You have to run."
"Bu-"
"It is too late for me, but you need to go. Now." When you didn't get up, he raised his rifle at you.
"Go!"
You nodded, shoving your helmet over your head. You wasted no more time as you ran to the ship. Tech closed the ramp and door behind you.
The ship roared off, jumping into hyperspace immediately.
You were left dazed, confused, and heartbroken. How could you lose him so fast?
It had been a long time since you all had to run. Not a day, or night, went by that you didn't think about Crosshair. No matter what he thought about you- he was always going to be your true love.
You could only hope he still felt the same deep down.
While you secretly prayed that you'd run into him again, all your prayers were soon taken up. They shifted to be about Omegas safety, ever since she was physically taken from your arms on Ord Mantell.
They didn't stop until you, Hunter, and Wrecker received a coded message. It contained an abandoned planet's coordinates, sent by 'Lula.' You knew it was Omega, no one else knew about Wreckers (turned Omegas) stuffed doll.
Hunter couldn't fly the ship fast enough, you three soon arrived at the location.
At the sound of another ship landing, Wrecker went to see who it was. Just in case it was some kind of ambush.
Seconds later, you both heard giggles from Omega and laughter from Wrecker.
Hunter looked down at the floor, ashamed.
"Hunter, so see her." You said, resting a friendly hand on his knee.
He was silent for a moment, gaze still down. "What, what if she is ma-"
"Omega loves you, she's not mad at you for anything. Please go see your daughter." You smiled at your own words, and the fact that his face turned red.
He rose and walked out to see her. You followed behind, hugging Omega after she and Hunter had their moment.
"How... how did you escape?" Hunter asked, addressing the elephant in the room.
"I had help." Your smile dimmed, watching the empire ship door closely. A figure walked down, the second you copped a good look- you were running.
A gasp barely had time to leave your mouth, your feet hit the ground in quick strides. You didn't stop until you were met with his body.
He stumbled back, but caught you. Your arms immediately wrapped tightly around him. Like he was going to fade away.
You let out a single sob when his hand lifted to caress your hair, then back. "Cross..."
He didn't say a word, he just squeezed you tight. It told you all you needed to know.
In that moment you forgot all that he did. Heck, you didn't care about any of it. He was here, alive, safe, and not trying to attack anyone.
"I'm sorry.... I'm so, so sorry." He repeated himself, mumbling apologies over and over.
You pulled away, forcing his forehead down to touch yours. "Shut up." You silenced him with a kiss, your eyes closed.
It was an awkward few hours on The Marauder. Wrecker and Hunter were still wary on Crosshair. Truth be told, they had a right to be. Omega defended him when she could, but everyone needed to accept the change on their own time.
That Crosshair's days with the Empire was now in the past.
Omega soon fell asleep on Hunter, you could tell she needed a good nights sleep. One where she wasn't constantly looking over her shoulder, or scared someone would come in her sleeping quarters.
As Hunter put her to bed, Wrecker found himself on the verge of sleep too. He headed to one of the two cots hidden in the back.
"Hunter, go to bed." You gently suggested.
"You sure you'll be okay?" He eyed Crosshair, still not trusting.
"I'm a big girl Hunter. Plus, I don't think Cross would be dumb enough to go against all of us with no weapons." You tried to joke, but the tension was so thick you could cut it. Both men raised an eyebrow at you.
You sighed, "Go to bed. I'm fine, really." He nodded and headed off. That left you and Crosshair alone in the cockpit.
It was quiet for a minute, both of you were scared to speak first. It was all so... real, so serious all of a sudden.
"How bad was it?" You asked, turned away from him on purpose.
"Worse than you can imagine." He didn't mean to, but he broke your heart at his words.
You turned to face him, quickly taking note of how his hand shook. You looked from his hand to his face, he tried to hide it.
"Uhm, I guess i'll take the first watch if you want to get some rest." You were so uncomfortable. There was an unspoken thought dancing around the room. While you wanted to kiss and hold him, there was a weird air that surrounded you both. It made you question every move, like it was your first date all over again.
"Right..." Was all he could muster. He was terrified of saying the wrong thing.
He bit this fear back with his next words. "I wish, I wish I could go back. Do things... differently."
"I know. Me too." You tried to meet his gaze, but he stared at the wall.
You were tired of this. What happened to the two of you?
"Crosshair."
"Hmm?"
"What's wrong."
He stared.
"Cross, if you don't love me anymore just tell me. Don't beat around the bush."
This made him snap his head at you. "What? You have no idea what you're talking about."
"Really? Because after I kissed you, you haven't touched me! We used to tell each other everything, now we can't hold simple conversation! I Know a lot happened, I am so sorry you went through what you did. It shatters me just thinking about you getting hurt... but please, talk to me." You pleaded.
He grunted and sat up straight. "You deserve someone better! That's why. Because you shouldn't want to be with someone who turned on his brothers. Who abandoned his team. Who tried to kill the person he loved most. Maybe I should stop beating around the bush, you'll realize what I really am. Disposable."
You blinked up at him, heart beating fast. You didn't know what to say.
Crosshair 'humphed' and slouched back in his chair.
You rose to your feet, standing in front of him. You took his shaking hand in yours. "The man I love came back. He saved Omega. I know deep down you are the same Crosshair I fell in love with. The man that, even when controlled by an inhibitor chip, managed to let me run free. You could have killed me, that's what the chip told you to do... but, you didn't. Crosshair, I won't- I can't blame you for doing anything under the control of your chip."
"I did awful things after that chip was taken out..." He still thought he was unworthy, trying to make you agree.
"You can't push me away. You can't push away the people who love you." You still held his shaking hand in yours, raising your other to rest on his cheek.
"I forgive you... I truly do. I know it will be a long time until you forgive yourself, but I will be right here when you do. The guys will come around, just wait. I promise everything will be okay."
He closed his eyes, leaning into your palm. You moved down, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. At his, he rested his hands on your hips and pulled you to his lap.
You curled yourself up, finally feeling that warm comfort you always felt in him.
You kiss him again, slowly this time.
"I'll do better..." He croaked.
"I know you will."
A/N- Thank you so much for reading! I have fr been sick for a whole week, like give me a break, body! When I am feeling 100% I will come back and fix any grammatical errors. Thank you for your patience and understanding!
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Sweets anyone đ?!
THERES SO MUCH FLUFFFFFFFFFFF!!!!!!!!!!!!
I LOVE THIS. WOULD ADORE A PART 2 OF THISâ€ïžđ©·â€ïžđâ€ïžđ©·â€ïžđ
Can I get some fluff of Alastor finding reader listening to old jazz songs from when he was alive and he makes us dance with him? :)
It's Been a While... (Alastor x GN! Reader)
Ahaha, I need more work on fluff, I hope you like it! There is SOME mentions of risque activites, but it's super brief, and nothing insanely explicit! Promise! I was honestly just writing to write, and figured this little blurb that fell out of me would be fitting enough. UNO REVERSE... We get ALASTOR to dance! Fuck yes!!!
Songs mentioned: In The Mood - Glenn Miller / Sing, Sing, Sing - Benny Goodman (both are bops I used to play when I was in jazz band houhosjknskhdj-- SURPRISE, you also get Danny Lore as a treato!)
Alastor's tense, heavy sigh sounds in the air, prompting you to crane your head up. You took in his disheveled state and instantly knew: he was exhausted. You stood from your plush armchair, abandoning it to walk toward his desk.Â
"Alastor?" was all that was needed for his flattened ears to perk up. Your sweet voice was a much needed comfort during a particularly grueling evening.Â
"Yes, dearest?" he replied, his smile hardly an upturned slit. You come up behind him slowly, waiting for his permission to touch. Alastor looks back to your hovering hands, and nods gingerly. He returns to facing his desk, allowing his eyes to lose focus as he zones out. When your arms wrap around his neck, his shoulders slump heavily, a pleased hum vibrating his chest. You smiled sweetly at the sound, a welcome pleasantry as you kissed his cheek.Â
"You're getting frustrated again, my love..." you pipe up, continuing to pepper his cheek with chaste, innocent kisses. Your lover laughs bitterly, but leans into your musings all the same.Â
"Well, I suppose you're right... leave it to my sweet, observant partner to know what's wrong... and when," he adds, a tired hand reaching up to rub slow circles into one of your arms. You grin against his cheek, your kisses slowing," I may also have a solution to your problem, if you'll hear me out~"Â
Alastor hums in approval, grasping both of your hands when you continue to pamper him with sweet, physical adoration.Â
"Dear, you are nothing if not full of brilliant ideas... I would love to hear them out," he muses, turning his head to plant a singular, sincere kiss to your lips. You were giddy at the affection, but capped your glee. You tugged on his hands, eager to make your little plan work.
"Come on, come on... you'll have to get up for this one," you quip, forcing a dramatic sigh from your partner. Alastor throws his head back, laying it on your shoulder like an ill peasant woman. He would fan his face weakly, had your hands not been so warm. Â
"My love, I have been stricken, and cannot get up~ Won't you let an old man rest?" he fired back. But truly, had you asked: he would happily jump into acid rain with nothing more than his dignity.
You roll your eyes at his theatrics, smirking," You? Old? I wouldn't figure... No, you old geezer, I need you to stand so we can use your legs. They're very important for what I want to do." Alastor blinked, gears turning in his mind. Only with you would his mind wander to dirtier, carnal ideas.Â
"Dear, if I had wanted to do that tonight, I'm afraid your back would've already been bent out of shape--"Â
"Oh for Fucks Sake, Alastor--" you cackled, tugging on him with more insistence.Â
" Come oooonnnnn, please~? It's one of your favorites, I promise! Nothing dirty, no tricks!" Alastor's interest is instantly piqued, resulting in an immediate hop up. Even with his motion, his hands were still in yours. You huff, exacerbated but grateful you didnât have to lift him yourself.Â
"Ahh, if you would have led with that, I may've been more urgent to attend to you, dear," Alastor chuckles, not missing the flush that flashed across your cheeks. You pull away from Alastor long enough to turn on the radio, flicking through several frequencies and stations to find just the right channel. Alastor watches you in amusement, arms crossing in front of his chest. He was more than content to watch you struggle, shifting his weight onto one foot.
"Well, I have to keep some of the suspense, don't I?" you replied, grinning at him in a way that made Alastor's black heart beat wildly. He did quite enjoy your mischievous nature... But your attempts to work his radio almost had him pitying you... Almost.Â
He scooted in behind you, resting his crossed arms over the top of your head," You could request a song, you know... I don't mind putting on something you enjoy--"Â
"I'd rather it be something weâd both enjoy," you interject, huffing as you became an armrest for your demonic partner. Once you found the right channel, you swiveled under Alastor's arms to face him. Then, you reach up to hold his elbows, shaking them around playfully.Â
"Alright, sir... It's been a long, long time since we've done this... I want to do this properly."Â
Alastor relents, allowing you to push his arms off of your head. He tilts his own toward you, expressing confusion. In that moment, he finally hones in on the song itself. In The Mood, popularized and recorded by Glenn Miller. It was one of the few songs that came to mind when you thought of "Alastor's Time" in the 30s. Said demon blinks in surprise, grinning. He had listened to this recording a bit after coming to hell, and was particularly fond of it. Ahh, you had picked the perfect station!Â
"Glenn Miller? Oh, you spoil me, love," Alastor coos, caressing your face as he kisses your forehead," Whatever did I do to deserve this?"Â
You sway your hips, bouncing in place to the tempo with the old tune," I know the recording's after your time... but-- He's just-- GOOD, y'know?" You bite your lip as you pull Alastor's hands off of your face," Now come on, Al... let's dance!" What a perfect distraction to break his tension and troubled mind! Alastor just knew he would enjoy your little idea...Â
His hands settle on you, both lightly caging your hips as yours held onto his wide shoulders. As the main motif began, the both of you started bopping along to the music. You watched Alastor's face morph fully into a relaxed state; smile still present, but much softer than his manic glee. You had to use every fiber in your being not to kiss him in that instant, instead squeezing his shoulders. Alastor's ears twitch as you draw soothing circles into his tense muscles, a shudder being torn from his entire frame.Â
"Relax, Alastor... I want you to forget about everything, except for this...," you coo, making him sigh with acceptance. He came close to you, flushing your bodies together in a tight, intimate sway. You could only sigh as he settled his chin onto the top of your head.Â
"Oh darling, if I relaxed anymore, I would be putty in your hands...," Alastor chimes, the tail end of his sentence wandering off as you press harder. Alastor huffs pleasantly, his hands holding your hips more firmly," Sweetheart, you really will be my undoing..."Â
You chuckle as you settle your hands, allowing Alastor a moment of reprieve. He rolls his shoulders, one hand seeking to grasp your opposite hand. Once he drew your arm out with his, his other hand shifted to the small of your back. You saw him grinning, playful and energetic," If it's a dance you want, then it had better be a good one, hmm? So let's jive~"Â
You squealed as Alastor practically whisked you off of your feet, spinning the both of you elegantly around his bedroom. The sounds of cicadas and frogs croaking in the distant, swampy marsh of his extended bedroom accompanied the sweet jazz that filled the air. Truly, it was tying everything together seamlessly. You had it all: a nice scene, nice music, and a relaxed, precious beau to spend all night with. You would have patted yourself on the back, were it not for Alastor's telltale sign of a 'big dip' move. You looped both arms around his neck, hanging on as Alastor swung you down, his monocle threatening to slip off his face. You laughed as you casually adjusted it. You stared, enthralled as you lay your hand over his racing pulse. However, the moment didnât last long before you were brought back to your feet. But you thought now would be the best time to be a bit closerâŠ
Getting bolder now, you pulled Alastor in for a kiss via his bowtie, eager to finish the dance off strong. Alastor, of course, had no protests, as he looped his arms around your waist. The two of you embraced like this for what felt like an hour, unable to pull apart your mingling, eager lips. But, with the song ended, leaving you both in silence, you managed to pull away. You looked up to Alastor with knowing eyes, your smile reflected in his deep, red irises.
"I loved that, Alastor, thank you... And I hope you don't mind me whisking you away from work..."Â
The Radio Demon rolled his eyes, an imitation of your look from earlier. He leaned down to kiss your cheek, his lips still puffy from your kiss," My love, you must whisk me away more often... In fact, I think I'd like another dance, if you'll join me?" Of course, you agreed silently, stepping on to the very tips of your toes to seal it with a kiss.Â
"I'd love nothing more."Â
Alastor grins with a deep chuckle, the radio pumping out a new song. Sing, Sing, Sing, popularized by Benny Goodman. You blink in surprise as this number moves... MUCH faster. And, from the sound of it, it will get you to sweat. You laughed nervously as Alastor brought you in again, his hand directing your hips to sway with his. You couldnât help but become a little flustered as he closed the gap between your bodies, a playful, coy smile sent your way.Â
"Hold on tight, love. Some recordings of this song could last up to ten minutes~"Â
"WHAT--"Â
Alastor practically cackled as you trapped yourself within a saucy dance, one of many that would fill your evening with sweat, laughter, and best of all: an Alastor whose smile finally reached his eyes.Â
children of divorce â a lee heeseung social media au (completed)
#summary: months after your breakup with heeseung, your friend groups are tired of avoiding each other (partly because they miss hanging out with each other, but mostly because they think you and heeseung are meant to be). to reunite your previously happy family, they join forces to get the two of you back together again. letâs just say that things donât exactly go according to their plan.
#pairing: lee heeseung x kim y/n (she/her pronouns, sunooâs older sister)Â
#genre: exes to lovers, high school au, friends who canât mind their own business but mean well, humour, romance
#warnings: swearing (not excessive but just a warning in case that bothers you), sarcastic jokes about death/murder (âi want to kill youâ or âi almost got killedâ etc.)
#start: september 17th 2021
#end: february 24th 2022
#status: completed
#update schedule: every four days at 3pm pst
#tag list: closed! you can check if youâre on my tag list at the end of this post and also here
#disclaimer:Â for the sake of inclusivity the reader is sunooâs adoptive/not blood-related older sister (but itâs not really mentioned in the story bc itâs not super relevant). also, iâm not going to be using any pictures of thin korean girls as the reader so you can picture yourself as you are!
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Congrats on 300, wifey!!! đșđđșđ Heres a lil Jisung prompt for your event, cuz we simps :))
-âWanna go out with me sometime?â âWeâve been married for five years?âÂ
-âYouâre my person.â
I can see him saying this and now I'm not okay-
Anyway, congrats wifeyy!! đđșđđ
hello my madz luthercat, thank you so so much!! for the congrats, for the request, and for the most adorable pictures i've ever seen. (the left pic is one of my all-time favorite jisung photos by the way, him in glasses just kills me.) anyways, i hope you enjoy, i'm still not the best at writing fluff but i hope you find some enjoyment in this drabble!!
PAIRING | han x reader
IDOLS FEATURED | han jisung, lee felix, bang chan
WC | 836
GENRE | fluff, married au
WARNINGS | drinking, alcohol, jisung is tipsy
MASTERLIST | EVENT MASTERLIST
The atmosphere was warm, stuffy even, especially considering the temperature difference from inside the bar when compared to the outsideâautumn had decided to come quite early this year, with summery days full of constant sunlight, but bitterly cold nights that forced you to snuggle under the covers extra deep with your husband. You smiled a little as your thought drifted to him, the love of your life. You still remembered the first day that you met, how heâd caught your eye immediately with his toothy, heart-shaped smile and big brown eyes that caught the light perfectly, making your young heart skip a beat as he locked eyes with you. Youâd admired his confidence too, how he wasnât afraid to walk right up to a stranger he found attractive and crack a bad joke to try and entice you, even though it was evident you were already enamored by him.
There were plenty of things you loved about Jisung, anyone who knew you could probably recite a mile-long list by heart just from how much you talked about him subconsciously, so in love with him that you managed to sneak him into conversations that were completely off-topic. Maybe it was a little annoying sometimes, but really, your friends were just glad that you were happy, if that was a good enough word to describe how much you really loved Jisung.
He was the same way with you, of course, never shutting up about your looks, your personality, your laugh, your sense of humor⊠heâd even managed to change a conversation about Hyunjinâs dog to you, sighing dreamily as he mentioned how you once wanted a dog just like Kkami, making all of his friends shake their heads and give each other knowing looks. But they were the same as your friendsâhappy that he was happy, and they couldnât help but adore you and the way you loved Jisung endlessly.
You swirled your drink around in your glass, chattering away happily with Felix and one of your old friends from high school, recounting a quirky tale from one of your many vacations with Jisung. Just then, the man himself plopped down in between you and Felix, one hand on his hip and the other holding up his face, flushed reddish-pink from the alcohol. âHey,â he said flirtily, wiggling his eyebrows, âwanna go out sometime?â You covered your mouth with your hand, giggling as Felix groaned and walked off, muttering something about catching up with you later, dragging your old friend along with him so she wouldnât have to suffer through Jisungâs horrible attempts at being cute.
âWeâve been married for five years,â you sang, sipping your drink, not playing his little game. He picked up on it immediately, frowning and scooting closer to you, putting an arm around your shoulders and whining in your ear.
âJust play along,â he slurred, and you shook your head, smiling playfully as you pinched his chubby red cheeks.
âI think itâs time we go home,â you noted, finally noticing the way Chan was motioning to a large collection of empty glasses, all presumably from your tipsy husband. âYouâve certainly had quite a night.â Your tone was light-hearted, and Jisung perked up when he heard your teasing tone, burying his face in your chest as he hugged you.
âWill you help me to the car?â he asked sheepishly, his senses coming back to him just a little.
You hummed in approval, holding his hand tightly and guiding him to the exit, making sure to wave at your friends to let them know of your departure. You helped Jisung to the car, making sure he didnât trip over his own feet in the dark parking lot, and slid into the driverâs seat, adjusting the mirror so that you could see properly. You sighed, looking over at Jisung with admiration as he drew little hearts on the fogged up window.
He kissed you on the cheek as you began pulling away from the bar, whispering, âThank you for helping me. Youâre my person, you know that?â
âI know,â you teased once more, and he scoffed, reaching for your free hand and lacing his fingers with yours.
âI love you,â he said seriously, squeezing your hand gently, âIâm so lucky to have you in my life.â
âI love you too,â you said back, bringing your entwined hands up to your mouth so you could kiss the back of his hand, your lips grazing his knuckles and making him flush. Even after five years, he still felt butterflies in his stomach every time he looked at you, he never once questioned his decision to live his life with you. He was so lucky to have you, and he promised to make sure you would never forget how much he loved you.
Little did he know, you were thinking the exact same thing about him, smiling to yourself as you flipped through your memories, your heart surging with warmth as you thought about the love of your life.
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