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[midnight thoughts: jongseong + domestic life]

pairing: park jongseong x gn!reader [ig implied fem!reader, but it isn't rly specified where jinsol comes from,,,, if u,,, catch my drift ig LMAOO] genre/warnings: domestic fluff bc i need to marry park jongseong asap >:( !!! / food cw !, corny flirting bc i love playful banter, misleading title bc i posted this in the evening lolol, also i finished this at 3am again so the end is prob a bit ramble-y (?) wc: ~0.9k (this is pretty short considering i could talk abt jay 4ever) a/n: inspired by jay's weverse post where he told engenes to eat more fruit <////3 (i love him so much it's literally not even funny) / i also have no idea where "jinsol" came from ?? i've never had baby fever in my LIFE??? but oh to have a happy little family w park jongseong :'''''') / also i listened to seasons by wave to earth while writing 10/10 recommend

humidity weighs heavy in the summer air as a bead of sweat threatens to trail its way from the valley between your shoulder blades down to the small of your back. the weather would be unbearable if not for the large bowl of freshly cut fruit in your lap and the angelic bouts of laughter spilling from your daughter's lips. a fake tiara is poised atop her tiny head, the bottom of her fairy costume is stained with dirt from the garden, and she's poking your husband with a magic wand you recently purchased for her birthday.

you giggle as you spot jongseong pretending to be some fantastical monster; he chases your daughter back and forth through the park with a menacing twitch of his nose and an undeniable fondness twinkling in his gaze. relishing in this moment of peace, large clouds billow out into the sweeping, blue sky to offer a temporary reprieve from the sun's unyielding heat. however, even in spite of the shade, condensation pools in your lap as the bowl of fruit succumbs to the sweltering temperatures.

"oh, princess jinsol!" you call, having to suppressing a chuckle as your daughter's face immediately lights up at the new title. "the fruit's going to be all warm if you don't catch that big, scary beast soon!"

jongseong shoots you a playful glare as an exaggerated pout is etched into his features. while jinsol is still distracted by trying to figure out how to defeat her father-turned-sworn-enemy, he scoops her up into his arms and peppers an array of kisses all over her face. another spell of that same, ethereal laughter graces your ears as the two of them draw closer; your daughter is squirming in jongseong's hold, and as soon as she escapes from the "monster's" clutches, she buries herself into your side to nuzzle her forehead into the soft fabric of your sundress.

"daddy's so silly—huh, babygirl?" you say, running two knuckles along the soft, rounded expanse of her cheek. as you move the bowl out of her way, jinsol nods into the crook of your hip; she seems to find solace in the damp cotton and the hypnotic patterns you're tracing into her skin. "never goes easy on his princess, hm?"

jongseong brushes his fingers through jinsol's hair before reaching up to pinch your cheek. "hey—i let her win, sometimes ..." he protests, glancing down at his daughter; her chest rises and falls in a rhythmic pattern, and the fatigued fluttering of her eyelids mimic the butterflies accompanying your summer picnic. jongseong places a loving kiss to the crown of your head while admiring the little masterpiece napping atop your thighs. your lover lowers his voice to a careful whisper, "i just felt like i had to live up to the title of 'big, scary beast' that was bestowed upon me."

"oh, i see ..." you hum with a playful lilt, "what were you even trying to be—a troll?"

he snorts, "an ogre, maybe?"

"some sort of mortally wounded dragon?" you offer, basking in the feeling of his shoulder bouncing against yours. jongseong leans into your side as he carefully reaches over you and jinsol to grab a piece of watermelon, but you're quicker. ever the bringer of mischief—you snatch the bowl away from him with an impish grin dancing at the corners of your mouth. "maybe instead of stealing the princess, though," you simper, wiggling your eyebrows in the way you know makes him laugh, "you could steal a kiss from me?"

your husband scoffs, but lets his fingers waltz up the length of your arm nevertheless. "hilarious," he deadpans, quirking an eyebrow to stare at you over the rim of his sunglasses. "you're pretty bold to assume that one kiss would satisfy a super strong, super awesome dragon with sexy shades."

"ugh, you're so lucky i love you," you groan, faking a gag before succumbing to his charms—regardless of the strange ways that they may manifest in. "how about two kisses and i give you the watermelon?"

"haggling, now, are we?" jongseong chuckles, hooking his index finger under your chin, "i'll raise you ... three kisses, the watermelon, and another picnic next weekend."

"you've got yourself a deal, park jongseong."

your husband moves forward to press a gentle kiss against the tip of your nose; it forces a symphony of giggles from your mouth, but everything goes quiet when his lips meet yours in a conjunction that mirrors the sensation of ice cold lemonade gliding down your throat on a warm, summer's afternoon. the way jongseong kisses you is light and refreshing; he never fails to send shivers up your spine, and his lips are always sure to leave you dazed when he pulls away. jongseong draws back, stopping for a moment to graze the pad of his thumb over your cupid's bow before craning his neck up to place one more lingering kiss to your forehead.

"can i snag a piece of watermelon, now?" jongseong asks, that same exaggerated pout reappearing on his face.

you laugh, "anything for you, dear."

there's a beat of silence. a delicate summer breeze coaxes a sweet melody from the leaves that hang on the surrounding trees. as you watch jongseong feast on a mouthful of fresh fruit, you card your fingers through jinsol's silken hair. your princess is safe once more, sleeping soundly beneath the hidden stars in the evening sky. perhaps, in the future, she will face dragons more dangerous than the one her father pretends to be—but, for now, she is peaceful in your arms. mesmerized by the sheer adoration swelling in your heart, you don't actively register your husband's soft hand squeezing at the back of our neck. instead, it's a comforting pressure, it's a quiet reassurance that everything is okay, and it's a resolute promise to protect his happy, little family until the end of time.

it's love.

and, really, what more could you ask for?

Fan’s Choice Outlander Challenge: Ellen Fraser’s Pearl Necklace or Claire Fraser’s Silver Wedding Ring

╭﹐❣︎﹕His Scar ﹒〣 - 𝖳𝖮𝖩𝖨 𝖥𝖴𝖲𝖧𝖨𝖦𝖴𝖱𝖮

cw/tw. fluffy, soft!toji, black!reader

an. thought about this idea and decided to write it 😋.

summary. - you were curious about his scar and wanted to know more about it but…resulted into you sleeping by yourself.

You were always a curious person when it came to stuff you found interesting. Like for starters your lovers scar that was placed on his lip, you always asked yourself- how did Toji get the scar in the first place? You knew in the past he was apart of the Zenin clan but other than that that’s all you knew, he never really talked about his past with the clan which you didn’t understand why.. your curiosity always got the best of you which resulted you sleeping in the bed alone. In the dark. Without. Him. You stared at the ceiling with a small pout on your face as you thought back to the mini argument you guys had, you had asked Toji about his scar which he instantly brushed off but you being stubborn and not taking that as an answer you asked again which ticked him off.

You do admit..you’re at fault here..you shouldn’t have pushed his buttons and dropped it the moment he brushed it off. You huffed starting to feel bad for what happened..it seemed like it a very sensitive topic for him and you just brushed it off like it was nothing, you bit your bottom lip feeling your heart break a little, feeling a rush of guilt go through you, you huffed clenching your fist into the comforter tearing off the blankets and getting out of bed making your way to the living room, when you walked down the dark hall you heard small snores coming from the couch as you approached closer to him, when you stopped in front of the couch you saw how he was spread out like a grizzly bear sleeping soundly. You hummed to yourself walking closer to him plopping yourself on top of his bigger body snuggling close to him feeling his arm wrap around your waist holding you tightly with a small groan, he shuffled a little under you fluttering his eyes open at the weight on him. His eyes squinted at the ceiling adjusting to the darkness before moving his gaze towards you, you were snuggled up against his chest trailing along his shirt with small breaths.

Toji raised a brow but decided to not say anything squeezing your waist, feeling him squeeze your waist you shot up from his chest staring into his eyes as he stared back with a bored expression, you gave him a small smile sitting up now straddling his waist. “Good morning sleepy head.” You tried to joke with a small grin but in response you got a grumble. You bit your lip looking down at his chest continuing to trail along it, “Are you still mad at me?” You whispered, for a few second Toji didn’t say anything but grumble in response taking his hand to be placed on the back of his head staring up at you, you frowned not getting a response slouching a little. “Baby..” Toji yawned with a big sigh, “Mhm?.” He questioned making you furrow your eyes brows clenching his shirt, he acted like he didn’t hear you. But instead of getting mad you breathed in and out, “I asked if you’re still mad at me.” You said again, Toji raised a brow with a shrug. “Not anymore really. It’s not serious.” You shook your head not taking that as an answer. “But it is serious, if it wasn’t you would be in bed with me right now.” Again he sighed now sitting up keeping you on his lap, “Guess you got a point.” He said playing with the hem of your shirt looking down, you could tell it still bothered him by the way he’s acting, looking down, fiddling with your shirt- he would only do this when he’s upset. 

You sighed once more placing your hand on his cheek, rubbing your thumb on his soft skin feeling him lean into your touch, “Toji, I know you’re still bothered about what happened earlier.” You started, “I’m sorry for not listening and not dropping the topic the moment you got defensive about it, it seems like it’s a sensitive topic for you and i’m sorry for brushing it off.” You said hearing a small hum in response, hands wrapping fully on your waist. You trailed your thumb to the scar on his lip softly caressing it, “You also shouldn’t be ashamed about it..it’s unique. You should love it like i do.” You whispered leaning down to kiss the scar with a soft smile looking back at him. Toji felt his heart skip a beat feeling a small wave of heat on his face, hiding it between your neck holding you much closer. You chuckled feeling his soft breathes tickle your neck, playing with the back of his hair. “You’re such a big baby.” You said with a small smile as he smiled too. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Absolutely amazing 🏳️‍🌈🫶🌈

🙏 with Simeon?

"Plead, sinner. Plead to god for me." - Simeon

Note: This story makes some references to my previous Simeon fic, God-Fearing Faith. It's not strictly necessary to read that one first, but it'll add a lot if you do!

Simeon thought he was prepared to fall.

He'd thought about it for a while, and decided. He was prepared to fling himself between the realms for the ones he loved. He would stand for what he believed in; he'd take a stand on behalf of Lucifer and the demon brothers this time. If your worlds tried to tear you two apart, he'd sooner tear himself apart to be with you instead. When the time would come, he'd bear the cost. He'd be the sacrifice. It would be worth it.

But falling is not always an epic stand-off, a grand symphony, a choir of angels reaching a fever pitch as you're cast out.

Sometimes falling is a quiet, graceless thing.

It came unexpectedly one evening, as he was closing up after the last customers at the cafe finally left -- feathers shedding from his human-like skin, a bath of white wings coming apart like they'd been unstrung. A heaviness settled in his body, an unfamiliar weight that pulled him groundwards. And his whole body felt like it was aflame.

Like it had been back then.

His throat tightened as he realized what was happening; breaths came shallow and broken, recalling the feeling of chains whose scars still lingered upon his wrists and neck. Panic pricked at his skin, a chill on the searing heat spilling from his tenuous form. Helplessly, he grasped at the wood of the cafe tables, searching for anything that would ground him. And then, in the back of his mind, the thought of the sweet, innocent child who could walk in on this at any moment.

He had to get out of here.

Vision blurring, he stumbled his way out of the doors of the Angel's Halo, as he felt his own halo shattering apart, falling down his back in sharp jagged edges. He dared not look behind him, to see the pieces littering his path as he made his way unsteadily towards a nearby alley. Perhaps he could hide there; perhaps no one would see his inhuman transformation.

Without the angelic bindings on him anymore, he could feel the demonic parts of him growing now, both inside and out. Every arrhythmic breath seemed to pulse with new waves of rage and anguish, fury overtaking the edges of his vision -- at the Celestial Realm, at Michael, at their father, at the rules, the hypocrisies, the cruelty, at the illusion of light and goodness he'd been encased in until this moment.

But most of all, at himself.

Wasn't this what he had wanted? Wasn't this what he'd prepared himself for? He'd been so miserable for so long, numb and empty and scarred for centuries. Hadn't he told himself that he would fall? Hadn't he accepted it?

Would the demon prince and the brothers accept him this way, having fallen just by falling? No grand statements, no taking a stand to prove himself? He couldn't let Luke see him this way. Was he alone now? Would he be? He couldn't take it back now; there would be no turning back from this.

Distantly, past the fog of his brain, he realized a man was speaking to him. Across the man's face, a cruel and vicious smile. And in his hand, a gun, pointed squarely at Simeon's forehead.

The wrath bubbling up in him was just about ready to burst.

With his rage focusing in now on a single point, he stood up with new stability, growing as he did so until he towered over the man, a demonic shadow filling the entire space of the alley. Great wings of black flame unfurled from his back -- three sets, each flickering wildly behind him like a mockery of his long-gone seraph form, as he extended newly clawed hands, gripping the man's meager skull between fingers long and sharp as talons.

"Wretch, you threaten harm against me?" he mocked, a new dark undertone reverberating through his voice. "You are nothing compared to what I fear."

The man let out an imperceptible shriek, too terrified of the beast before him to make sound, as thick onyx fire erupts suddenly through his entire body. It was almost comfortingly familiar to Simeon -- unholy embers were not so different from holy ones, after all.

"Plead, sinner. Plead to god for me," Simeon murmured quietly, any shred of mercy or grace gone from his voice, as he watched the man reduce to ashes beneath his fingertips. "Plead so I can see for myself how he ignores our cries."

NOBODY TOUCH ME

eddie mustache this eddie mustache that mustache as a storytelling device FINE what about buck tummy what about buck being comfortable in his own body since he started dating a man tummy storytelling device what about tommy loving every part of buck including the soft parts buck tummy, huh???? what about it!!!!!

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