Although it was quite late, the large man was still awake, his comically small glasses compared to his large hands sat on his bumped nose, as it’d been broken in his youth. On his side of the bed the green colored lamp that they’d bought together when they first purchased their home stay lit, dimly lighting the dark room with a warm yellow tone. It sat on the old side drawer, the lights bounced off the dark forest green sheets gifted and made by Mikhail’s mother a few years ago.
Herbert had just finished wrapping up work, tired and exhausted from completing the medical reports of Jeremy’s 9 children. He adjusted in bed next to his husband, taking off his glasses and placing them to the side. He was always very cold, and on rare occasions surprisingly hot. But as it was a cold winter night in December, he was likewise freezing. Herbert raked his hair out of his face with his fingers, letting out a long sigh after a long day of work.
“Are you alright, my dove?” Mikhail asked, marking his page in his book and placing it to the side. Although his hands were large and scarred from their previous days as mercenaries, they would now carry gentleness and softness.
“Ah, ja. Was just a long day. Nothing else, really,” Herbert nodded, his eyes looking at the lamp. It was starting to hurt his eyes, as he’d spent the last couple of hours staring at writing under the fluorescent lights of the small family clinic he now worked at.
“Mm, da. Had to break up fight at work. College students, can you believe?” He mumbled, as Mikhail moved without question, taking off his own reading glasses and switching the small trigger so the light would shut off. Now, they were in the dark, and all that could be heard was the shuffling of them both moving closer towards each other. Herbert felt Mikhail’s strong arm wrap itself around him, the warmth radiating off of him like a giant bear.
“College students? A fight? Vhat did they do vhen they saw you coming, run like babies?” Herbert joked, and the other man let out a soft chuckle in response. “Basically. I’m sorry your day was long. Must be boring, sitting at desk and not doing fun.” He shook his head. “Vas okay.”
The two sat there in silence, comforting silence, the type you grew to have once you’d known each other for years.
Herbert gently stroked Mikhail’s cheek, feeling his beard, and then his lips, connecting his with them. It wasn’t a longing kiss, one that had lust or need. Just a soft kiss, one that brought comfort and peace to the two. When they parted, Mikhail gave a few more kisses on his husband’s face, gently and quietly. Both of their eyes had closed by now, but lying in the dark together and hearing the soft gust of the winter wind had nearly lulled them to sleep.
Before Herbert knew he was going to drift away, he whispered into Mikhail’s chest, “Ich leibe dich, Mikhail.”
And in return, Mikhail leaned into Herbert’s hair and murmured, “Ya tozhe tebya lyublyu, Herbert.”
Then, soft snoring and breathing could be heard too.
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Pairings: Draco Malfoy x fem!Reader (husband and wife)
Word count: 1.7kish
Warnings: Cheating on spouse, crying, angst train (sorry), anything else? Let me know!
A/N: Hi 🫶🏻 I randomly thought about this scenario a couple nights ago during work… and ended up writing it in my docs app. If you’ve read my other works, you know I’m a whore for angst. 😔 Song inspiration: “I’m not the only one” by Sam Smith
All mistakes are my own. Please do not repost or translate my fics on any other side nor this one.
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Your breathing was even, your heart was beating steadily, warm tears fell down your cheeks in a slow pace, you held your hands together in your lap, gently picking at the skin around your nail beds, your lips quivering slightly, and you only felt numb.
Numbness.
That’s how your entire body feels right now. You feel as if you’re looking down at yourself from above. Feeling completely disconnected from your mind.
You watch Draco kneeling in front of you. You never thought you’d see this sight.
His hands on your knees, big fat tears rushing down his red stained cheeks, his nose is running, his lips are almost bleeding from the amount of times he’s bitten them, his voice is hoarse and rough from all the crying he’s done.
Yet… looking at the man whom you once believed was the love of your life… you felt nothing towards him. Only numbness at his words. His pleas for your forgiveness. His sorry excuses for what he did to you. All of it means nothing to you.
He means nothing to you.
Or at least that’s what you’re trying to convince yourself of.
You found out just merely two hours ago that your husband of almost two years slept with your best friend at your birthday party six months ago.
And the only reason you found out was because Hermoine-fucking-Granger told you. She had seen them and was completely torn about it since. She wasn’t sure what to do, she had been acting off towards you since the party, avoiding you in between your lessons when you’d usually chit chat throughout the day since her classroom was next to yours, and when you confronted her in the library.. she confessed it to you in tears.
You felt embarrassed. You felt incredibly stupid. You felt sick to your stomach at the thoughts of Draco touching someone else. His skin rubbing against someone that wasn’t you. You felt disgusting. You wanted to claw off your skin because you had never stopped being intimate with Draco.
That was the one thing that you loved about your relationship with him. The intimacy between you two never burned out.
Now… knowing that he had been with someone else… made you want to burn this place to the ground.
You wanted to quit your job at Hogwarts and never look back. But you knew you couldn’t do that. Not now. Especially not now.
His voice sounds muffled in your ears, the ringing doesn’t stop when you look down at him, his lips are moving, you can see him sobbing, and you inhale deeply.
“What?” You whisper at him, voice broken and feeling empty.
“I.. I said… I said I made a mistake,” he sniffs, rubbing his tears away, then proceeding to wipe at his nose, “I made a mistake.”
“You didn’t make a mistake when you shoved your dick inside of her,” you state casually, venom filling your tone.
He flinches at your words, lips frowning, and he cries out again.
“Did you…” you pause. You close your eyes at the question in your head, heart rate beating faster, and you know… you know that secretly you don’t want the answer to this question. But you have to know.
Draco waits for you to finish. The silence around you is intimidating.
“Did you wear a condom?”
His eyes bulge out of his head, his hands gripping your thighs tight, you feel too tired to shove him off, already feeling drained from all the yelling and crying you’ve done, and you wait for his response.
“Did I- what- why would you- I..” his voice trails off as he tries to figure out what to say.
You feel fire within you. You instantly grip his chin in your palm, he whines out in pain as your fingernails dig into his skin, and you bare your teeth at him.
“Did you think of me.. and my safety before you fucked her?”
You hold his chin in your grip even though he’s fighting you a bit to get away, not wanting to look at you, tears falling down his cheeks still, and he fishes for words while avoiding your hard stare.
You grip harder, “Answer me!” You yell out in frustration and agony.
Draco’s bloodshot eyes met yours and you instantly knew. You know just by looking at him and his expression.. you know he didn’t wear a condom. Your face falls, you let your hand fall from his face, and you let out your first agonizing sob. It escapes your lips before you can even hold it back.
You cover your eyes with the palm of your hands, trying to control yourself as your sobs take over your entire body, your sobbing uncontrollably, loud whining from your lips, your chest is starting to heave, you inhale deeply, and try to calm yourself.
You hear Draco blubbering nonsense under you, still trying to explain himself, and you just cry. Big fat tears fall down your cheeks in a rapid speed, you wipe them away hastily, and you almost feel like you want to throw up.
“Was she better than me?” You cry out at Draco, gripping his hands in yours so he has to look at you. Your nails dig into his palms.
His eyebrows furr in confusion, a groan comes out of his mouth, he wipes his tears away on your pajama pants, and he looks pained at your question.
“Why would you ask me that?”
“Because I want to know if she is better than me. I want to know if she fucked you better than I ever have.”
You hold his gaze, sniffing, and lips trembling.
“Nobody has ever been better than you, baby.” His own lips trembling, his voice shaking as he speaks.
“Fuck you,” you spat at him as you roughly shove him off of your thighs, he tumbles onto his back in a loud bang, and he scrambles to his feet when you stand up. You push yourself up from the rocking chair, he tries to help you, but you shove him away quickly.
“Don’t touch me!“
He puts his hands up in the air, weeping.
You start to pace in your bedroom, crossing your arms over your chest, you turn to face him and a snarl crosses your face at him.
“You knew what you were doing. How many times did you fuck her?”
You hold your head high as he races to you, putting his hands on your hips, and looking into your eyes.
His tears have stopped, but his face is still blotchy red and bloodshot eyes. You hate how he looks right now.
“Baby, I swear… I-I swear it only happened, only happened, once. Once, baby. And it was my biggest mistake, my biggest fucking regret, baby.”
You look at him, taking in your lips to try to not cry anymore, you roll your eyes at him, and put your hands on his.
“You knew it would hurt me,” you whisper. His face fills with anguish. “And you still did it.”
“You…” you look away from him, your heart feeling extremely heavy in your chest, “You fucked her on my birthday six months ago,” you whisper.
You groan loudly not even believing the words coming out of your mouth. Your brain is not wrapping around the fact that your husband did this to you.
The one person you believed would have never done this to you.
“You did that to me… and still managed to cum in me every single day since.”
Draco winces at your words, hanging his head low, and covering his face with his hands. You didn’t care how blunt you were being right now.
“Fuck!!” He yells out at nothing. You scoff, your hand moving to wrap it around your semi-bulging belly.
“All those times you said you were breeding me to have your baby, did you tell her that too?” You accuse him, his eyes meet yours frantically.
“No!! No!! Never, baby!! I don’t want her, please. It was a mistake,” he cries, his hands reaching out to hold your belly, “Please, please. I’m so sorry, baby. Please forgive me. Please.”
You hold eye contact with him, staring into his beautiful gray eyes that once made you feel butterflies in your belly, and made your skin feel flushed.
You only feel disgusted now.
You slap his hand away, “I can’t even look at you. You disgust me.”
You turn around, go to your side of the bed, and sit down.
“You should go,” you say as you wipe your face with a tissue.
“What?” Draco whimpers out.
“I want you to leave,” you state, pausing to look at him, he’s distressed as he only stares at you to see if you’re being serious, and you hold his gaze. Not changing your stoic expression.
He opens his mouth to say something, closes it, lips frowning, he nods rapidly, and goes to collect his things. You can hear him shuffling around the room and even just his breathing is annoying you.
“Please hurry. I have a sonogram appointment tomorrow and it’s late.” You ignore his cry as you start to get comfortable in your bed. You lay on your back, pulling up your oversized shirt to expose your belly, and you pump some moisturizing oil to your hands.
You ignore Draco’s stare as you rub your belly completely with the oil. This was his job. He’s been doing it since you first started showing last month.
Not anymore.
You sniffle and don’t look up when you feel his presence next to you.
He leans down, placing his lips on your forehead gently, you close your eyes to not react to his touch, and keep your focus on your belly.
Draco walks towards the door to your bedroom, looking back at you, “I won’t leave the house.. I can't leave you here all alone..” he pauses. You don’t say anything. “I’m going to stay in the guest room.”
You don’t reply, you can’t even look at him, you only reach over to his side to grab your favorite pillow, and adjust yourself on your side comfortably. Facing away from him.
You hear him shuffle in his steps.
“I love you, Y/N.” He sounds pathetic.
You grip your pillow with new tears forming in your eyes, he leaves the room, shutting the door behind him gently, and you slowly start to cry again.
What are you supposed to do now?
How are you supposed to bring a baby into this broken family?
You place your hand on your stomach, rubbing it softly, and you cry harder.
Summary: Through shared moments in the kitchen, you delve deeper into your relationship with Yoongi. Yoongi, who uses the form of cooking as a way of self-expression, showered you with affection the moment you step home from a rough day at work.
Genre: Fluff, Idolxreader, established relationship, married au
Chapter Warnings: None
WC: 1158
You were not having a good day. From being piled up with more work as an intern got fired to being humiliated in front of your coworkers for submitting a spreadsheet late. Today was not a good day at all.
You shrugged off your shoes and coat, placing your keys in the bowl at the door. Groaning, you gave Holly a scratch behind his ears and walked to put down all your bags on the sofa. You were wondering if Yoongi was home when the aroma of spices and ingredients filled the air as you entered the kitchen.
To your surprise, Yoongi was standing at the kitchen island, too busy chopping vegetables with a focused expression on his face. You watched in awe as he moved with practised precision and a sense of purpose evident in every movement. He was so focused that he didn’t even notice you standing there.
“Yoongi,” You called out. “I didn’t know you’d be cooking today.” Your eyes shined with curiosity.
Yoongi looked up from the chopping board, a smile lifting at the corner of his lips. “Hey, Jagiya. I didn’t hear you coming home.” He momentarily stopped his chopping and washed his hand, coming over to give you a kiss on your hair.
“Hmmm, seems like you were too engrossed in cooking to realise I’ve been standing here for a while now.” You snickered. It was true. Yoongi was much too engrossed in chopping up the ingredients needed for his special-of-the-day meal but you were equally engrossed in watching him cook.
As Yoongi moved back to the chopping board to continue, he said, “Why don’t you go take a bath first? Dinner should be ready in thirty minutes or so.” He looked at you from the corner of his eyes.
You sighed and walked up the stairs, fully agreeing with what he said. You really needed to wind down. Holly followed you to the bedroom, jumping onto the bed and curling up.
“You shouldn’t be sleeping now, right?” You chided the brown toy poodle that now lay in between the pillows at the head of the bed.
You stepped into the shower, soaking in the heat of the water that cascades down your back. You sighed, bringing your hands to your head. You decided to take a short shower, curious about what Yoongi may be whipping out for dinner. Holly followed you out of the room and into the kitchen, standing in front of his food bowl.
“Okay, okay. Coming.” You left your hair towel on one of the dining chairs, going over to the storage room to get Holly’s kibbles. After feeding Holly his dinner, you approached the counter, intrigued by how Yoongi transforms the ingredients into a colourful array of vegetables. And the way his hands moved was mesmerising - an intricate dance that seemed to mirror his musical talents.
Even as the dish started to take shape, Yoongi’s concentration was unwavering. The kitchen was his soundboard, each ingredient was a beat of creativity. He moved around the kitchen with fluid ease, adding a pinch of this and a dash of that, all the while humming a tune softly to himself. His movements were like a melody that carried a sense of contentment.
You were, too, more than content to sit back and watch your husband move around. After a while, he turned to you with a grin, gummies all showing. “Care to be my taste-tester?”
You nodded eagerly, all the waiting around and the delicious wafting of sauces have gotten you hungry. “Not that your food will ever be bad.” Your taste buds tingled with anticipation. With a flourish, Yoongi presented you with a beautifully plated dish.
The first bite was a revelation - a burst of flavours that exploded on your tongue. You couldn’t help but let out a satisfied sigh. “Oh, it’s good. Yoongi, please come home and cook more often.”
Yoongi chuckled and ducked his head, cheeks slightly tinged with a blush. You took that time to tease him. “Aw, Yoongi. Five years and still can’t get used to it?” You wiggled your brows at him.
Yoongi groaned. “Jagiya,” he wined. “Stoooppp.”
You snickered and shoved a mouthful of rice into your mouth. As you savoured each bite, you could feel the passion infused in every dish. It was as if Yoongi’s emotions were intertwined with the flavours - a symphony of tastes that spoke of care and dedication.
As all the dishes were set on the table and Yoongi took a seat opposite you, you chatted about cooking and food, sharing stories and memories. The kitchen was always been one of the places where the both of you connected easily. It was a place where two souls intertwined over shared experiences and mutual appreciation for the culinary arts.
As the evening turned into night, you stood beside each other, washing dishes as a comfortable silence settled between you. Yoongi’s fingers brushed against yours and you exchanged a meaningful glance. It was in these simple moments that rekindled the depth of your connection with him.
“I’m glad to have met you in this universe,” Yoongi admitted in the silence, his voice soft.
You smiled, heart warmed by his sudden honesty. There are not many times where he would so vulnerably lay his heart out to you. Yoongi always wanted you to see only the best in him. “And I am grateful to have found you. What if I decided to ditch the fan meeting that day?” You teased him.
The corners of Yoongi’s lips lifted into a smile. “I would have been doomed.” At that moment, time seems to be at a standstill, the dim lights of the kitchen setting a scene. You shared a moment that went beyond words - a puzzle piece that pulsed in place, forged by the years of fighting for each other and the act of sharing.
As the night continued, you and Yoongi shifted to the bedroom, a final cup of tea in hand as the now empty teapot sat on his side of the bedside table. You finished off the last drop and snuggled into him, covers draping over the both of you. A sense of contentment settled over the both of you.
As Yoongi’s fingers found yours, his caress was gentle and reassuring. “Whatever the future, we’ll get through it together.”
You intertwined your fingers with him as you looked up and kissed his jaw. “Together. Thank you Yoongi, for sharing you with me.”
“God that was corny, Jagiya.”
You laughed. Under the soft glow of the moonlight seeping through the bedroom curtains, you and Yoongi sat in comfortable silence, soaking up the presence of each other. It was these little moments that you treasured so much, the connection deepening with each passing moment. It was a night filled with flavours, emotions, and soft, deep intimacy that only comes from sharing the secrets of one’s heart. The simple joy of being together.
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