Lilies and Lotus'

Obey me!

Somplace Only We Know- (Mammon x Reader)

a small, fluffy date on the beach with Mammon

Dusty Bookshelves and Stale Thoughts- (Solomon x Reader)

hurt/ comfort with Solomon. overwhelmed reader

When In Doubt- (Lucifer x Reader)

insecure reader, hurt/ comfort, protective Lucifer

Rage Inside- (Lucifer x Reader)

reader has a mini breakdown and struggles with supressed rage

Mystic Messenger!

Latte Art!- (Saeran x Reader)

small fluffy drabble

Weekend Blues- (Saeran x Reader) + ending

“That sounds reasonable… there’s not much left anyway.” You mumble, tilting your head to the side as you think.

“I don’t know about you angel, but a day where we spent on the couch watching movies sounds very appealing.” Saeran smiles and reaches out to hold your hand with his free one. Both rakes are still held tightly in the other.

You let him lead you to lean against him, letting out a defeated strangled sigh -a sound that sounded very akin to a dying cat- as the image of doing nothing but cuddling floods your mind. Yesterday, Saeran did the laundry so you know that your favorite sweatshirt and comfy pants are there just calling your name. There also are a few movies that you had been meaning to show him and now would be the perfect time to do so.

It also looks like it’s going to rain later today, the clouds are that thick dark gray and the air smells heavier. Short but strong gusts of wind have been blowing through the yard as you both have been standing. Those kinds of winds that throw your hair in your eyes or move you around if you aren’t braced for them. When you looked out the window this morning it looked like it was going to be a nice day from start to finish. Even when breakfast was being made, the sun was peeking out over the horizon. You suppose you lost even more time when you were kissing Saeran in the kitchen. His lips always derail your mind and you lose track of time, but who was going to argue about you kissing your husband? No one that’s who. 

Still, you knew the moment that Saeran mentioned his wants for the day was the moment that your fate was sealed. Besides… cuddles on the couch means kisses and possibly even a nap. Saeran was the only person you could nap with and not feel like you’ve died when you inevitably wake up, you also are able to sleep when it’s time for bed which has never happened before. You blame it on how safe his arms feel and how calming the rise and fall of his chest are. Instant KO. Everytime. 

“Well if we want to beat the rain we should start now.” You grumble but make no moves towards the yard. 

“My love, if you keep pouting I’ll have no choice but to kiss you.” Saeran chuckles, bringing his hand up to touch your protruding lip. In response to this, you exaggerate your pout and bat your eyes at him expectantly. 

You feel his reaction before you see it. His chest hitches and shoulders shake before he snorts and starts laughing. His eyes are creased as he watches you, still laughing. It takes a couple breaths for him to settle back down, a few chuckles instead of full chested laughter. He hums and leans down to give you what you were waiting for. 

You can feel his smile as he presses his lips against yours. You hum happily, the rest of the stress melting away from your mind and your shoulders relax. Parting slowly to breathe, he chases after your lips. Pressing soft kisses against your lips, he finally lets you lean back and chuckles when he sees how pink your cheeks are. 

“Okay, okay. If we keep going nothing is going to get done. You’re dangerous.” You say, lightly pushing him away and grabbing a rake from his hand, flustered.

Saeran has an Anemo vision. Something baby Saeran, Ray, Suit, Unknown, and Saeray have in common is their desire for freedom and how that was the only thing keeping them going when everything else seemed to be against him.

He gained his vision when he was a kid, after Saeyoung took him outside to eat icecream and they made their promise. 

Saeyoung has an Electro vision. His drive and desperation to protect Saeran no matter the cost is what got him his vision, something that he later uses to protect his other friends.

He gained his vision from a younger age, probably after their mom had a blow up and Saeyoung was helping Saeran.

Yoosung has a Hydro vision. His need to prove himself to the people around him and keep up appearances is a strong factor into how he got his vision. 

He gained his vision a little after he met Rika for the first time, when he truly started working with others and tried to help them. Meeting Rika was the turning point in his life.

Zen has a Pyro vision. He is passionate about his hobbies and the people he cares about. He is very in touch with his morals and the things important to him, not afraid to fight if something important to him needs protecting.

Him gaining his vision is what really caused him to drop out of school and run away from home. It was after he got it that he realized how great it felt to be himself and he vowed to never change himself for other people.

Jumin has a Geo vision. He has goals and plans on how to get them, while also keeping things he enjoys close to his chest unless you are someone close to him. 

Jumin got his vision at a very young age, around grade school when he really started to notice how different everyone was to him in how they thought.

Jaehee has a Dendro vision. When Jaehee wants to know about something she is relentless in getting that information until there is nothing left that she can do to get that information. She is also very adept at changing conversations and taking control of topics that she does not want to talk about.

She got her vision a little after her parents died and she started living with her uncle; determined to gain knowledge to make it on her own.

V has a Cryo vision. He didn’t realize the love he had for his mother until it was too late and he took that hard and has not recovered, trying to show someone else the love his mother was trying to show him. 

Weekends were never really a relaxing thing in your house growing up. It was the two days that your parents had the day off from work so it was prime time to catch up on all the chores that had accumulated over the week. Saturday was the inside of the house, vacuuming and scrubbing the floor, dusting all shelves, laundry, cleaning windows, and once a month you’d be forced to help move around the furniture. Sunday was always the day you and your siblings dreaded the most because that was yardwork day- or if the world really wanted to spite you- cleaning the garage as well. 

Weekends consisted of waking up at 6:30 and getting a quick snack before working until 3 or 4 in the afternoon. It didn’t matter that the place wasn’t messy and everything you all did was done the week before either, it had to be done again like it hasn’t been cleaned in years and people were coming over.  Needless to say, weekends weren’t something you really looked forward to, it was always stressful and after those days of cleaning, it was back to school until the next one. When you got older and got your first couple jobs, you were almost glad that you worked on the weekends because at least then you’re getting paid while being on your feet all day moving back and forth. But like most everything else in your life, Saeran was able to make something you hated into something you looked forward to.

Now on the weekends, it doesn’t matter when you wake up or who wakes up first, you both would stay in bed until the other would wake up and be ready to get up. More often than not it’s Saeran who wakes up first- although the days when you manage to wake up before him are your favorite because you get to see him wake up with his morning hair and sleepy eyes- with you waking up soon after. You both slowly wake up, basking in the other's presence and listening to the birds outside chirp and sing as they start their day.

There is never a rush to get up and start working. Never stress or guilt or dread for staying in bed for just a few more minutes. When you both managed to roll out of bed (which changes on each weekend. There are never enough cuddles) you still take your time walking to the kitchen, planning the day’s agenda and what you both wanted to eat.

“Ah, I forgot I left the bread out last night to make french toast. Does that still sound good to you, lovey?” You say, yawning in your hand as you look at the french bread slices laid out on the table. 

“That still sounds delicious, my love. Do you want any help making breakfast?” Saeran smiles, touching the small of your back as he passes you. 

“Uhhh not with the food, I got that. Do you want to start boiling water for tea? I’m craving that one oolong drink I made a while ago that you still need to try.” You follow Saeran’s touch, flicking on the overhead light as you both enter the kitchen. He nods before grabbing the blue kettle from its spot in the cabinet. 

The sun is still coming up when you glance out the window. No one else is going to wake up for a while -which is perfect- it gives you both time to enjoy each others company without Saeyoung giving you both kissy faces or Yoosung and Zen cringing at how ‘lovey-dovey’ you both are being, not that them being around changes how you both act around each other and you both know the teasing is good natured anyways.

“Do you wanna turn on some music? Or just want to listen to the birds outside?” you ask, looking over your shoulder and gesturing to the speaker with your elbow and walking over to the fridge. There are multiple tiny speakers spread around the house. Some of them are in normal places you know, where you would expect speakers to be, beside the doorway to the kitchen, on the wall beside the window, and one on the dresser in your shared room. The others though… are in questionable places at best. There is a speaker in the shoe/coat closet, in the doorway leading down stairs, under the table in the living room, and even one where you keep the towels?? To be perfectly honest though, the one under the table might be there for prank purposes (Yoosung being the primary target) and because your brother-in-law saw no reason for there not to be a speaker in the places he put them.

“We should listen to music, I’m sure there are songs on your playlist I haven’t heard yet.” Saeran laughs as he turns the stovetop on and puts the water filled kettle on top.

Patting your pockets as you continue to look in the fridge, you pull your phone out of the pants you borrowed- stole- and unlock it with your finger. You glance at the top playlist before connecting it to only the kitchen speaker before pocketing your phone again and pulling out the milk and eggs from the fridge. A familiar tune starts to play as you set the things in your hands on the counter and turn around on your heel to grab two big bowls.

“Why hello there, handsome.” you smile as Saeran stands in front of the cabinet you needed to reach. He smiles as he grabs your hands and guides you over to him. 

“Hello angel.” He hums and holds you tightly. You sigh and lean against him just taking in the morning and the feeling of being in his arms. It’s your stomach that brings you out of the moment.

“Not that I don’t enjoy this lovely, but I do need to get the bowl that's behind you.” You smile, rubbing your finger on Saeran’s cheek as you talk.

“Really? The one behind me? Are you sure?” He smiles cheekily, pretending to think for a second.

You knew he stood there on purpose just so he would have the excuse to hold you. Rolling your eyes playfully you nod.

“Yeah, unless you want me to try making the batter on the counter or on a plate, which I would not recommend, that would be a huuuuge mess.” Your nose wrinkles in distaste just thinking about the mess that would make.

“Well, we wouldn’t want that.” He sighs but still doesn’t move.

“Mhm, a tragedy. Are you gonna scooch?” You lean closer to his lips.

“That depends. I’m pretty comfortable here, my love. I might need a little motivation.” He smirks, dramatically pouting.

Humming slowly you lean in to kiss him, knowing that’s what he was hinting at and what he truly wanted. He eagerly leans in, chucking as he does so. Whenever you two kiss the rest of the world disappears, it’s just you two in the moment. Only the love you two feel for each other. When you pull away- mainly because you need air; you would kiss Saeran’s cute smug little face any day forever if you could- Saeran moves both of you away from the cupboard (you still needed to get into) his cheeks red and eyes happy.

“You know,” you start to say, giving him quick kisses between every few words, “if you wanted a kiss you could have asked. I’m never going to say no.”

“I always want to kiss you, angel. There’s nothing else in the world I would rather do. I love you.” He murmurs against your lips.

“And I love you, with everything I am.” 

* * * * *

You crack the eggs into the wide glass bowl, pour a little bit of milk, vanilla, and a lot of cinnamon into the mixture, before starting to whisk it together. Saeran stands behind you, holding your waist and watching with his hand on your shoulder. This is a recipe you haven’t shown him yet, it’s your dad’s recipe and while you can’t make it taste exactly how your dad does you haven gotten close enough with how often you used to make it.

“Do you have a preference between more eggy or more milky?” You ask, tipping your head back.

“How does adding one change when it’s all finished?” He murmurs, kissing your shoulder once more.

“Hmm, actually? I don’t know? I just remember my dad liking it more milky and my mom more eggy. Maybe when it’s more eggy it’s more firm?” you ponder out loud and sprinkle some more cinnamon into the bowl. You feel his chuckle in your ear before he leans back to think.

“Is there a way you prefer it? We could try that one this time and then the other kind next time.” He suggests, watching the tiny cloud of cinnamon disperse.

Now you stop to think before putting two more glugs of milk into the tan mixture. You whisk slower now to see if any of the egg yolks hadn’t been broken up yet. When you don’t see any lumps then you turn to the cookie sheet of bread that’s across one the stovetop and then the skillet.

“Could you check the skillet?” You ask, dropping a few extra drops of vanilla in.

You look over your shoulder when Saeran’s hands leave your waist. He walks over to the pan and holds his hand over it to check its temperature. You take this opportunity to admire him. Even though you both have been awake for a little while, his hair still looks like he just rolled out of bed, it’s sticking up in different directions. His pajama shirt has the top two buttons undone, letting his collarbones show [ most likely because he knows you’re weak to the sight]. You love how confident he looks when he is in his element, it’s a great look on him. He cocks his head to the side and hums in thought.

“I’d say it’s ready, my love.”

The crisp air immediately bites your nose as you step off the back porch, it almost makes you want to sneeze. The brisk breeze blowing causes more red-orange leaves to fall off the trees. The branches are almost all barren, only handfuls of leaves are left, gently swaying in the wind until they too, fall off. The smell of the outside stirs the memories of taking hikes when you were a child, collecting leaves and laminating them to make bookmarks or wall art. It reminds you of the autumn fairs your father used to take you to, the carnival games and the huge farm tractor filled with hay that would take you to the different parts of the farm. The smell reminds you of the annual family photos you guys would take, with the falling leaves surrounding you. Autumn was truly your favorite time of year.

The apple, peach and plum trees are empty, those being the first to be empty, the fruit being used to make cobblers, jam, pies, or flavored butter. The berry bushes are barren and the flower beds are empty (fully weeded and everything) to let the soil rest. 

You turn when you hear the back door close shut behind you, signaling your husband finally found where his gloves are and is now ready to help. The small meow also is telling that your kitten has followed him out. You both are bundled up with handmade gloves, scarfs and hats. You have on a blue puffer coat and brown boots and Saeran has on a pink puffer coat with black boots. The fluffy maine coon kitten is wearing a plaid bandana on his neck, his kitten fluff causing him to look like a spiky dust bunny.

“What are we starting on?” Saeran laughs, looking around the yard and at Bramble who is now chasing a falling leaf. His bandana is all you both can see.

“Well, we don’t have much left to do… how about we take care of the leaves that have fallen so then we can plan where we want to put up decorations.” You sigh, talking in the smell of fall around you.

Nodding in affirmation, Saeran starts to walk over to the shed where you two keep all your tools. It’s a pretty big shed, you never really knew how much space some of the tools took. The shed itself is mauve with hand painted designs on it, courtesy of you, Saeran and Seayoung. Saeran had wanted to make it completely unique and original, so all three of you spent a few afternoons in the past painting it. In the end, the building was covered in things that shouted ‘Choi Household’, your designs, Saeran’s flowers and bees, and Saeyoung’s constellations- pretty hectic all things considered but still yours. Whenever you look at it, you feel the happy moments you guys had painting it which never failed to make you smile. 

The doors are simple black double dutch doors, the kind that can open at the top while still staying shut. An unfortunate circumstance involving Bramble is what encouraged you both to install one and overall, it is very handy. If you are ever cleaning in there it’s very nice to have the top open to let the breeze in while not having to worry about stray chickens wandering in. The doors always stay locked if either of you aren’t working outside just as a precaution.

Inside is full of every garden tool you’d think you need but doubled. Bags of soil and fertilizers sit in the corner. Pitchforks, hatchets, rakes, and shovels line the walls each on its own hook. A wheelbarrow with handheld spades and shovels, gloves and knee pads hanging off the sides is tucked next to the door for easy access. The older flower pots are stacked in the opposite corner of the bags of soil, close to the deck flower beds and the hanging baskets. There is a tall shelf pushed against the far wall and on it are garbage bags (the heavy-duty ones), chicken scratch, rubber boots, and other tiny miscellaneous items. The overall smell of the shed is very earthy, like you are in the middle of a dense forest, surrounded by nature. The other tools are in the garage, so Saeyoung could have easy access to them whenever the mood to tinker and build hits him.

You grab both rakes with one hand and attempt to grab a couple garbage bags with the other. The rakes however, decide they don’t want to cooperate, slipping out of your fingers while you try to find the endings of the bags in the box. They fall over and land on the ground with a solid thunk and a rattle of the metal one as the prongs collide with each other. Now with an extra hand, you have no problem grabbing the offending garbage bags.

“Why me.” You deadpan, rolling your eyes when you hear Saeran snort behind you.

With a small giggle, Saeran moves to pick up both rakes. He smiles sweetly at you before turning to leave the shed with the rakes in hand quickly- probably so you wouldn’t try to pick them up one handed again- You follow after him, unlatching the top part of the door and pulling the bottom shut behind you.

“Wanna each do half?” You ask, standing next to your lover as you both look over the yard again, this time to make a game plan.

“Hmmm, how about we do a half together, take a short break and then tackle the last half?” He suggests, watching Bramble chase a bird across the yard.