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Hi, if you could send them, I would definitely try to write them.

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Hold me tight

Summary: azriel is awoken by a nightmare in the middle of the night and reader helps him down from it.

Warnings: none

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In the middle of the night, you lay flat on your back and stared at the ceiling. You and Azriel had gotten into bed at ten at night; currently, it was one in the morning. Sleep eluded you, leaving you listening to Azriel’s quiet snores as background noise while your thoughts varying from training to clothes to the chocolate chip cookies in the kitchen cabinet blared front and centre. Finally, unable to take this anymore, you carefully removed the arm draped around your waist, peeled the covers back, and headed to the living room. 

The fire in the hearth had long burned out, leaving embers glowing in the ashes, giving the room an orange glow. You grabbed a big, cosy blanket, a cup of tea, and a book and settled on the comfy leather sofa. The next bit was spent reading, the house around you completely silent save for the sounds of your breathing and page-turning. The character in your book had nearly drowned, coming to the surface and taking deep, gasping breaths. 

Wait, you could hear that. Your eyes widened and you abandoned your book on the sofa, running into your bedroom to find Azriel sitting upright.

Shadows swirled frantically around the room as if mirroring the turmoil of Azriel’s mind. They cleared a path for you to get to their master and contain the mess of his mind. Through the moonlight filtering in through the mirror, you spotted Azriel sitting upright in bed. His wings were pulled taut behind his back, the moonlight illuminating his sweat-slicked skin. If it weren’t an emergency, you would have taken your time engraining this picture in your mind. 

Azriel’s gasping, laboured breaths met your ears as your eyes landed on his heaving chest, his quivering arms braced beside him for support, the sheets bunched into his fists, the furrow of his brows, and the pain etched into his features. You set beside him on your knees and placed a tentative hand on his shoulder to prevent startling him.

“Az?” you whispered, so quiet you barely heard it. 

Azriel’s face turned to you then, the pain, the scars turned to open wounds, the horror, all right there on his face. Your heart broke. He simply looked at you for a moment, like he was trying to make sure it was you he was seeing, then reached out a hand to rest on your cheek. You leaned into his hand, rubbing his shoulder in reassurance. 

“I’m here,” you said. 

“You’re here,” Azriel repeated as if in a trance. “You’re real,” he said before breaking down completely. 

Without wasting a second you wrapped your arms around him, cradling the back of his head while it rested in the crook of your neck. He sobbed loudly and with each cry that escaped him, your heart broke a little more. Your tears broke free until you were crying with him, going through all that pain with him. Yet he was your priority so you reigned your tears in and stroked his wing comfortingly. 

“It’s okay,” you said reassuringly. “I’m right here, baby,” and kissed his head, then his shoulder. 

You held him tightly to your body, slightly rocking him back and forth while alternating movements between stroking his wing, running your fingers through his hair, and rubbing his back, till he wasn’t sobbing anymore. Once Azriel was calmed down enough, you pulled back, hands braced on his shoulders and looked into his watery eyes. 

“Baby,” you rested a hand on his cheek. “What happened?” you asked. 

Azriel shook his head. “I-it was the cellar all over again,” he said with a quivering voice. “But it was you this time, Y/n, your hands on fire,” he spoke with horror in his face as if he saw the whole scene replay in front of his eyes.

Your eyes widened slightly, brows rising as Azriel spoke.

“Th-he was laughing and I tried- I tried saving you but I couldn’t move, Y/n. I’m so sorry I couldn’t save you,” Azriel cried.

You shook your head, reaching for him.

“I’m okay, Azzy. It wasn’t real,” you reminded him while rubbing his back. “Everything is okay, my love.”

You leaned forward to kiss his forehead. Azriel closed his in comfort at the feeling of your lips on his skin. You stayed there for a second, stroking his cheeks with both your hands, then pulled back. 

He cleared his throat, looking around and getting reacquainted with his surroundings. “Where were you?” he asked, sniffling. 

“Living room,” you answered. “Couldn’t sleep.” You took a moment to look at his face, the still shaken look in his eyes, his tear-stained cheeks, and the sweat that made his hair stick to his forehead. You gently brushed the hair back before bringing your hand back to rest on his shoulder. 

“Can I get you anything?” You asked. “Some tea maybe?” Chamomile always calmed Azriel down after a nightmare when he’d refuse to sleep in fear of it coming back. 

Azriel nodded slightly but as you moved to get up, he wound his arm around your waist, halting your movement. 

“Just- in a couple of minutes?” He requested, vulnerable eyes meeting yours. 

You smiled. “Of course,” and settled in beside him, pulling his head to your chest and whispering words of reassurance in his ear. 

A few minutes turned into 30 with you holding Azriel and before you knew it, you heard Azriel’s gentle snores again. You smiled to yourself, kissed his crown, and laid back with his head still on your chest. Sleep found you soon after. 

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•plant dad!Hoseok x reader

•5k heartfelt plant puns

•fluff, romance, established relationship, slice of life

•no warnings 🤷🏽‍♀️

•inspired by this gorgeous Hobi shoot

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This is so fluffy and cute 😍. Cassian is an absolute baby and we must protect him.

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Early morning shenanigans

Cassian x reader

Summary: you and Cassian in the morning

Warnings: my attempt at tooth rotting fluff?

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Maybe it was the love shooting down to you through the bond or the feeling of someone looking at you, but you slowly opened your eyes to the sun leaking through the window and directly in your face. You groaned at the sunlight, squinting in an effort to block it out, and turned away from the window. You were met with the hard chest of the general of the Night Court, whose stare you could still feel on your face. Peering up at him, you found Cassian staring at you with a lovesick smile on his face as he brought his wing up to shield you from the sun. You hummed in comfort at the shade, sending your gratitude down the bond and closing your eyes once again.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty,” Cassian greeted.

“How long have you been staring at me?” you asked in a husky morning voice. Your eyes remained closed but you knew Cassian was grinning at you.  

“Since I woke up,” he replied, leaning in closer to kiss your forehead.  

Your brows furrowed with a smile of amusement tugging at your lips. “Which was when?” you inquired, now opening your eyes to peer up at him.

Cassian hummed in thought. “Don’t remember,” he shrugged. “I was too lost in thought looking at my beautiful mate.”

You blushed, playfully rolling your eyes and pushing Cassian away from you. “You’re so cheesy.” He only laughed in response.

You rolled onto your back, stretching and rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.

“What time is it?” you asked.

A mischievous smile took over Cassian’s face and you gave him a look that said ‘Don’t do what you’re about to do.’

Cassian wrapped a muscled arm around your waist, pulling you close until there was no space between the two of you. You yelped, handing flying up his chest, and you looked annoyed at him.

“It’s time for kisses!” Cassian announced before leaning in to attack your face.

You shrieked loudly, laughing at the ticklish sensation caused by his lips. Just as Cassian was about to kiss your lips, you put a hand over his mouth. Cassian huffed in annoyance, giving you a questioning look.

“Not until I’ve brushed my teeth,” you declared and removed your hand.

“But baby, I don’t care if you have morning breath,” Cassian whined.

“I do,” you retaliated and moved to remove the covers off you so you could get out of bed.

Cassian put a firm arm over your waist, stopping your movements. You looked up at him sheepishly and he gave you a devilish smirk. “Where do you think you’re going, princess?”

“To the bathroom,” you replied simply, an innocent smile on your lips.  

“Oh no, you aren’t. Not until I get my morning kisses,” he announced and moved to kiss you again, this time holding your arms firmly so you couldn’t stop him. You turned your face away at the last second, laughing, making the general whine, which made you laugh harder.

“Y/n, stop laughing,” Cassian protested and you finally turned to face him with a bright smile that made his eyes light up. The look he gave you made the playful grin shrink to a flustered smile, and Cassian smirked at the effect he had on you.

You wiggled your arms free from his grip to reach up and cup his beautiful face in your hands. You lifted your head off the pillow to kiss Cassian’s nose which made his face scrunch up adorably, making you giggle.

Cassian kissed your forehead in return, then both of your cheeks, then your nose. Finally, he bent down to peck your lips but you freed yourself from under him before he could, quickly running into the bathroom while laughing devilishly.

“Hey, no fair!” Cassian huffed in protest.

 A few minutes later, you came out of the bathroom, your hair in a beat bun, face washed and teeth brushed. Cassian was sitting on the bed, arms crossed with an adorable pout on his face that made you crack up and wanna kiss him all over simultaneously.

When you approached the bed, Cassian pointedly turned away from you, huffing loudly. You had to hold in your laugh from escaping.

You sat on your knees behind Cassian, mindful of his wings, and wrapped your arms around his neck, leaning to kiss his cheek.

When Cassian turned his head away from you, you gently stroked his wing and he shuddered, leaning slightly back into you. You kissed his temple this time, hand traveling to the other side of his face to caress his cheek.

The general hummed, turning his face towards you and capturing your lips in a sweet kiss. You reciprocated, hands running over his shoulders and into his hair, as he turned his whole body towards you, arms winding around your waist and pulling you onto his lap.

“Good morning, general,” you smiled and nudged your nose against his.

“Good morning,” he replied, stealing a few more kisses before you had to get out of bed.

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i’ll marry you with paper rings || k.mg

“AND I’LL MARRY YOU EVEN WITH PAPER RINGS”

PAIRING || Mingyu x Female Reader

GENRES || Best Friends To Lovers AU, Fluff, Angst, Childhood Friends To Lovers AU, Slow Burn, Love Triangle (not exactly), Marriage Pact AU, Humour

SUMMARY || When the two of you were little, you and Mingyu had made a marriage pact, agreeing to marry each other if both of you remained single till thirty. Of course, it was just a joke between the two of you and you both went about in your own ways, the silly promise pretty much forgotten. You soon had a huge list of ex-boyfriends and it became a routine for Mingyu to be your human tissue after each breakup. It was a tiresome job, taking care of you, but if the said best friend in love with you didn’t do it, who would?  

Or, in which, even twenty years later, Kim Mingyu finds himself running to your every beck and call, despite telling himself he won’t fall for you anymore.  

WARNINGS || minors dni, swearing lots of swearing, alcohol consumption, wonwoo is an ass (sometimes), mingyu’s friend circle bullies him because what even is new, reader has a obsessive ex, down bad gyu (and yes this is a warning), switch!mingyu, switch!reader, soft sex its more of making love so there aren’t really any dynamics, unprotected sex (do not do this), pet names for both (love, baby, angel, princess, sir), riding, sofa sex. [let me know if i missed anything pls]

WORD COUNT || 28.3k (what happened here-)

A/N || OMG ITS FINALLY HERE. AFTER 8 MONTHS OF TURMOIL, 8 MONTHS OF HATING IT AND LOVING IT, HAVING A WRITERS BLOCK AND CRYING OVER IT ITS FINALLY HERE. This was a huuuuge journey to write this and I hope you guys enjoy it because this fic is truly my baby that I raised. Special thanks to @wonumatics for helping me with the fic (and also making a cameo) and @thepoopdokyeomtouched​ .

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“Mingoo.”

The boy ignored your words as he continued with his drawing, hoping you would stop calling him and get back to your own work. The two of you had been drawing and colouring since morning so it wasn’t really surprising to him that you were already bored, but his art teacher had claimed that he wouldn’t be able to draw well since he was left-handed and he was determined to prove her wrong. 

“Mingoo. Mingoo! Look at me!”

‘Mingoo’ looked exasperatedly at you, clearly unamused by your antics. You had placed the entire colour pencil box on your head, balancing it as you tried climbing up the arms of the sofa where the two of you were seated. No sooner had you lifted a leg, your whole body shook and the pencil box came crashing down, spilling its content everywhere.

“Hey!”

You had begun to laugh but immediately stopped when you saw how upset he was. Sitting down beside him, you gave him a sad pout as you gently patted his back.

“What’s wrong, Mingoo?”

“I told you not to call me that! Just call me Mingyu!” He huffed, going back to his drawing.

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