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Love you too (modern!au!rhys x reader)

a/n: thus begins the collection of fanfics all in modern times and Rhysand x reader. yeah.

warnings: rhysie

wc: 475

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Rhysand trudged up the River House driveway, all the while regretting letting his brothers design such an elaborate house. It must be fit for a boss, they’d said. It was fit for a boss and unnaturally beautiful. And he did particularly enjoy the great balconies with outstanding views, but the god damned driveway was way too long.

However, Rhys smiled at the thought of the person waiting inside the big, elaborate house in question. You, who he’d found working at the local post office that was closing down. You, who he’d offered a place in his home because he’d heard you ranting on about how your apartment was being torn down for some stupid ass technology business.

Said technology business was run by him. He’d never felt so much soul-crushing guilt then in that moment. He’d almost asked the builders to stop destroying the already destroyed apartment building but you’d laughed, and reassured him that the owner was an ass and deserved it all.

So you’d secured a new job at the Velaris bookstore that payed well enough yet you hadn’t moved out. Whether it be the nice house or just not wanting to find another apartment and move out, Rhys was glad for it.

All that had been almost a year ago.

Rhys unlocked his front door and stepped in, ready for the usual sound of a sizzling hot meal and the smell of fresh made food, instead all he heard were snores. A frown made its way to his brows and he dropped his bag on a hook before heading down the hallway. As he passed each room he glanced in to see nothing even slightly different from this morning when he’d left. When he reached the sitting room his frown melted and a smile instantly curved his lips. There you were, curled up with a book resting against your nose, fast asleep.

He pulled out his phone, dialing chipotle and asking for your regular order before grabbing your book and setting it in the table, not before marking your page, he’d made that mistake before. He found the nearest blanket and was pulling it over your shoulder when a few harsh knocks and impatient doorbell rings were heard.

“Hurry up, you idiot, it’s laser tag day.”

He cursed softly having forgot all about his weekly boys night. He quickly sent a text to Az asking for a minute and to calm Cassian down.

Rhys kissed the crown of your brow softly and murmured a gentle, “I love you.”

He froze, he’d never said that before… but he’d definitely thought it. It didn’t matter, you were asleep anyway. He grabbed a jacket and headed out.

What he didn’t see was your secretive smile as you opened your eyes and the door slammed close, you whispered into the empty room, “I love you too.”

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a/n: Sorry for the nonexistent updates. Love you guys.

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Darling

Summary: Rhysand has been overworking himself lately and reader offers to help him out

Warnings: none

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In the middle of the night on a Friday, normally people are out at clubs, out on dates, or even sleeping, but not you and Rhys. No, you both sat in his study at midnight working through the massive piles of paperwork on his desk that never seem to get smaller.

Rhys sat in the big, leather desk chair, scribbling away at the pages, then passed them on to you. You sat opposite him in a recliner, proofreading the text, then filed them in their respective folders. Every once in a while, you'd sneak a glance at your mate, frowning at his dishevelled state. His hair was messy from the times he ran his hands through it, his shirt was untucked and crumpled with the top few buttons open, and his eyes that are normally sparkling with mischief were cloudy with fatigue which was emphasized by the tired bags under his eyes.

he had been working more than usual lately, spending his nights in the study, trying to work through all the papers. When you found him earlier in the evening, Rhys looked about ready to rip his hair out of his scalp. You'd suggested he take a break for the night and come to bed, but he had adamantly refused. Still, you didn't want to leave him in there, miserable, drowning in piles of paperwork, so you'd offered to help him out a bit, and he'd reluctantly agreed.

So, for the past three hours, the two of you had been working in silence, falling into a comfortable rhythm. The only sounds in the room were the crackling of the fire in the hearth, Rhys scribbling on paper and the occasional sounds of you opening and closing drawers.

That was until you heard loud scratching of pen against paper, and glanced up at Rhysand to see him frustratedly scribble out something he wrote.

You set down the sheets of paper you'd been reading through and rested your hand on top of his to stop his movements. "Stop," you commanded gently. Rhys looked up at you with the same frustration, but you knew it wasn't directed at you.

"Drop the pen."

Rhys set the pen down and huffed in irritation. You put your other hand out on the table, next to the first, and gestured to Rhys. He brought his other hand to yours and you took it, running your thumbs over his knuckles.

He stared down at his hands in yours, a tired expression on his face, shoulders drooping.

"I'm sorry," he muttered.

You shook your head. "Don't be. There's no need to get frustrated," you said in a soothing voice. "Breathe with me, baby," you instructed and took a deep breath in.

Rhys followed suit, closing his eyes and inhaling deeply.

"And out."

Both of you exhaled at the same time. Rhys opened his eyes and looked at you, some of that frustration gone from his face now.

"Now, how about we take a little break?" you suggested with a small smile, giving his hands a squeeze of persuasion.

Rhysand sighed and nodded.

"Thanks," he said, meeting your eyes again.

"No problem." You smiled. You moved to sit back in your chair, but Rhysand tugged on your hands. You got up as he pulled you to him, and sat you down on his lap. You put your arms around his neck and allowed him to rest his head on your shoulder.

He breathed you in, the tension further releasing from his body. You rested your cheek against his forehead and ran your hand along his spine. Rhys melted more into you, holding you a little tighter, and burying his nose in your neck.

"I'm tired," he muttered.

You looked at the watch on your wrist and turned to him. "Maybe it's time to call it a night?" you suggested. "We've been working for four hours and we got through quite a lot of the papers, didn't we?" You turned to the significantly smaller stack of papers on his desk.

Rhys looked at the papers and then smiled up at you. "Wouldn't have been possible without you, darling," he said with a sleepy smile.

You smiled too, leaning down to peck his lips. You stood up then holding his hands, and tugged him up from his seat. His body cracked loudly, making you both laugh.

"Guess we have been working for quite a while, huh?" Rhys laughed.

You nodded in agreement, then wound your arms around his torso and rested your head on his chest. "Yeah, but I had fun working with you."

Rhys held you tight, humming in acknowledgement. "Perhaps enough fun that you'd be willing to do it tomorrow again?" he suggested.

You let out a sound of fake grumbling to which Rhys squeezed you tighter, then looked up at him and smiled. "Anything for you, darling."

Rhysand grinned, kissing your lips. "Sounds way better when you say it."