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Birthday Boy

“Nothing?”

“Mhm,” Yoongi nods.

“You want nothing for your birthday?”

“Right.”

You drag a hand down your face and sigh. “You’re impossible.”

He could only crack a smile as he watches you pace back and forth in front of the coffee table in your oversized sleep shirt turning nothing into..well, something. The both of you had barely been out of bed when Yoongi wandered into the living room to shake the sleep off and you followed, asking him all about his special day coming up.

“It’s the one day of the year about you. You could have anything you want and-” “I have everything I want,” he interrupts. 

You sit down next to him on the plush couch. He was right. You didn’t have a logical argument against him but you really liked celebrating birthdays. Holidays in general. You liked celebrating anything. You admit all this in a loud sigh.

Yoongi can practically hear the gears in your brain trying to think of a counter opinion and he is amused by your silence until your gaze falls to the floor, effectively giving up. 

“M’kay,” you concede. Your lips unconsciously move outwards, pouting in defeat. The only sound he could hear now was the clock ticking from the wall and he hates it.

“Don’t do that,” Yoongi starts as he turns his body in your direction. He bends a pajama-clad knee behind your back and both of his arms wrap around your shoulders, fingers intertwining and resting on your bicep. You keep your arms to yourself but find yourself leaning into his chest automatically. You could honestly fall back asleep right here in his hold.

“I do have everything I want," he starts to explain his blunt answer from earlier, "I’m fortunate to be in a position to purchase anything I wish. And I have a girlfriend who, somehow, will treat me better and more special that day then she does every single day.”

Staring at the floor, your lips crept up into a smile and you were secretly wishing he would elaborate on that. 

“I bet you already got me something.” He was guessing, but not really. He knows how you are. Every year there was an argument to put the Christmas tree up earlier and earlier and you already had the members gifts planned out for the whole year. 

You push yourself up off him immediately, flashing a big grin “I wrapped it yesterday! You’re gonna love it.”

He smiles at how quick your mood improved. So much excitement for the morning. You practically bounced with enthusiasm just now and it was endearing, he couldn't deny that. “There you go. I’m gonna have a good birthday whether or not I want to with you around.”

You stare into his brown eyes and ruffle his fringe a little, still messy from sleep. He always knew what to say to ease you. You were pleased with his assessment of your celebratory attitude. “You could still give me ideas. I want the day to be great.”

He doesn't even pause before answering. “I don’t have any. I don't need any. You always come through. I could ask for nothing or ask you to wish me ‘happy birthday’ every hour this month and you would somehow make it great.”

You shake an impressed finger at him for finally contributing. “That is an excessive and great suggestion. Now you’re talking.”

He rolls his eyes and swats your finger away from his face. You both share a light laugh at his exaggerated idea before serendipity kicks in and the clock on the wall chimes pleasantly, announcing a new hour.

Your mouth widens in excitement and he catches on immediately.

“Don’t,” he deadpans, lowering his eyes on yours.

Your hands are already above your shoulders and your voice ready to raise four octaves before his warning. “Happy birthday, Yoongi!!”

You don’t know BTS at all!

You distract Yoongi with a quiz on his own group.

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The sun was shining brightly through the windows of the living room, flooding the open space with a natural illumination. The light was especially noticeable flicking off their coffee mugs and some glossy photos that littered the coffee table.

Yoongi and Hoseok were seated on the adjacent couch in their sweats, shifting between various relaxed positions all morning while sorting through the images. They were piecing together booklets for the deluxe version of their new album and along with the images, had markers, lyric sheets, stickers, scissors; several supplies spread on the table to help them customize the blank pages of the booklets they’ve been assigned.

They had been in the living room working all morning and it was early in the afternoon when you finally made an appearance.

You walk into the living room, dressed just as comfortable and casual as them. “Hey Yoongi?” you ask in a soft voice, breaking the silence.

“Hm?” He hums in response to both your question and acknowledging your presence while doodling on the corner of a page with thick blue marker.

“What’s Jimin’s favorite color?”

“Umm...red.” His eyes never leave his drawing as he answers and it sounds like he had trouble thinking of a color in general at the moment, fully entranced in his handiwork.

Hoseok furrows his brows in disagreement to his answer but doesn’t say anything, still focused on putting his selected pages in order.

You write down his answer in the magazine you’re holding before seating yourself on the arm of the chair across from the coffee table.

“What’s is V’s favorite movie?”

“Titanic.” Yoongi answers without thinking and you can tell he isn’t making any effort to answer.

This time Hoseok scrunches his face up in disagreement, staring at Yoongi in surprise. Yoongi catches his glance and shrugs his shoulders quickly. They both know that is wrong.

Yoongi caps his marker and leans back, wondering where this sudden pop quiz on his bandmates came from, but of course, still answers because you’re the one asked him. “When he sits down and his thighs spread to twice their size.”

You again write down his answer and turn the page of your magazine.

“Okaaaaay,” you smooth the page out, creasing the center. “What scares Jin the most?”

You almost choke on your laughter. He definitely isn’t trying now. Hoseok’s head falls back and his pages fall to his lap at the response and now is laughing with you as Yoongi sits there expressionless looking back and forth between the two of you.

“You’re not even trying, Yoongs,” you finally spit out when you are finished snickering.

Your boyfriend has all but forgotten about his booklet now, focused on you and your little questionnaire. His lips curl up as he realizes how your presence lights up the whole room. Hair half up and sweats rolled up to your calves, you silently demand his attention. He wonders how he’s gotten through the day so far without you.

“What is this all about, y/n?” The question was blunt, but his soft expression at you indicates you are a welcomed distraction to their task-at-hand.

You stand back up, promptly flipping back to the title page to get the title correct “This is the ‘How well do you know your favorite idols BTS?!’ quiz.”

Hosoek is fully invested in the exchange now, his legs pulled up to his chest, his organized sheets left for later on the table. “What’s the next question?,” he is curious to know what other random factoid a random magazine had dug up on his crew.

“Jungkook has a black belt in which martial art?” You spare a glance to each man in front of you, waiting for a response.

Yoongi’s eyes turn to his left to the younger man next to him, wordlessly inviting him to answer first.

Hoesoek shakes his head, refusing to help. “Oh no, these are your answers.”

Yoongi sighs, he wanted to hear someone else play along but enjoys his small audience’s reactions to his dumb answers. “Fishing.”

Hobi drops his jaw, pretending to be offended. “I’ve never even been to Jamaica!” He smacks Yoongi and the two swat at each other for a few seconds. You smile at how the grown men revert to small children when they get on each other's nerves.

You snort and write down his obviously fake answer anyway.

“What is J-Hope’s favorite vacation destination?”

Your boyfriend moves into the protection of a corner of the couch, rubbing an itch on his arm. “Jamaica.”

“You call yourself a fan?! You don’t know BTS at all!!” You read out the highlight section headlining his results in a dramatic voice while the men burst into laughter. Hobi can hardly keep himself on the couch, clapping and bouncing with cackles Yoongi’s laugh is low but the movement of his bouncing shoulders shows how entertaining he finds it.

You decide to cut the quiz short, realizing that they still actually had work to do which they were working diligently until you arrived.

“Alright let’s add up your points.” You check the front and back of the page Yoongi answered then skip ahead a couple pages in your magazine to where the quiz results are.

“0 to 5 points,” both men smiled in anticipation of the obvious failure that awaited Yoongi.

The two members in your living room finally stop laughing, letting out heavy breaths and wiping tears as they calm down from their hysterics.

You continue reading the text of his result in your pronounced voice while they’re still laughing. “You know nothing about our precious Bangtang boys! You’re the opposite of RM in the intelligence department and had no business taking this quiz in the first place.”

You gasp at the harsh words. “Wow, that’s brutal,” you critique aloud but your voice barely resonates above the guffaws still coming from the couch.

Yoongi’s lips flatten and embarrassment creeps up, him refusing to return your gaze he just knows you have settled on him. No matter how long you’ve dated, you never get tired of him flushing so quickly.

“You should Google them,” Hoseok suggests to his bandmate, winking at you to play along and of course you do:

“Definitely. Especially that Suga guy. He’s amazing.”

“Yeah, he’s such a good rapper.” Hoseok and you were a teasing team and Yoongi was trapped.

“He’s so handsome,” - you finish with a bang - “and don’t get me started on how smart he is.” Yoongi’s cheeks turn bright red as you and Hobi share a grin of accomplishment. Teamwork makes the dream work.

Your grin of tag-team accomplishment settles into a smile of personal satisfaction. Your little check up on the duo was a success and you got to embarrass Yoongi in the process. You turn your focus back to the hallway you came from, returning to the bedroom you and Yoongi shared, leaving the bandmates and friends to do their work once again.

“Alright, alright,” Yoongi dismisses all of your compliments, reaching for the pages of his booklet-in-progress and a sticker sheet, not wanting to look at either of you.

Hobi follows suit, returning to his work. His personalized book was nearly completed.

Promotion

The reader gets a promotion and tells Yoongi...in a clumsy way.

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The moment you park your car, you are practically running towards the apartment the members of BTS share. You came over straight after work, brimming with glee. While moving forward, you attempt to retrieve your ID but the guard near the front of the building complex recognizes you and waves you through with no problems.

You make your way to the unit in record time and knock furiously on the front door. Seconds later Jungkook grabs the knob and swings the door open, immediately standing back from the entrance inviting you in. “Hey! What are you doing here?!”

“JK!” Your voice is high and your grin is wide - it is very obvious that you are elated. Jungkook finds himself grinning back, not yet knowing the reason but your energy is contagious. 

You clap your hands near your chest and jump up and down as you promptly tell him the news: “I got the promotion!”

“That’s great!” He starts bouncing with you, making a dance of it, swinging his shoulders and hips. You have been around all the guys enough over the last year and they knew you were in contention for this position, so his excitement was genuine.

“Thanks! I’m thrilled about it! I gotta tell Yoongs.” The moment you finish your sentence, you’re off in a mad dash towards your boyfriend's room to relay the news.

“Yeah he’ll want to hea-” Jungkook stops mid-sentence as he remembers something important, his doe eyes widening in fear “WAIT!” 

But by the time he yells for you, you are out of eyesight. He bolts after you, hoping to catch you before you find your target.

You reach Yoongi’s room faster than lightning. The open door gives you the ability to quickly peek inside, realizing he isn’t there. Less than a blink later and you are off running again, your overall excitement giving you boundless energy and now an adrenaline rush from your tiny manhunt.

Since you got inside the residence, you noticed he wasn’t in an open area: kitchen, main room; patio so your last thought is the soundproof room the guys often recorded in.

Your legs are zealous as you once again make haste to your destination and fling the door open “Yoongs guess what?! I go---” You pump the brakes upon your admission into the room, having to grab the door frame from falling forward fully into the web camera's view. You have barged in on Yoongi recording a Live and he’s now watching you through the monitor. Your lips purse and widen your eyes, looking just like a kid who just got caught with their hand in the cookie jar. 

“Sorry I didn’t kno-”

While you were quick enough to stop yourself, Jungkook is not. The full speed and momentum he has built up from chasing you around the apartment abruptly crashes into the back of your form, knocking you both into the room. The two of you propel forward into the wall before toppling over onto each other on the floor.

Yoongi sits in silence, watching the scene behind him on the computer screen. You and the Golden Maknae are groaning and rubbing your affected body parts.

You are holding your wrist to your chest, grimacing at Jungkook. “Think you broke my wrist, dork.” He didn’t of course, but your wrist hit the wall first and it did hurt. Just like Kookie’s head, which had hit the floor first before the rest of him.

He’s rubbing his head apologetically and to alleviate the pain, slowly getting up. “I was going to tell you Suga-hyung was doing a Live.”

You hold out your palm highlighting the scene in front of the two of you - the scene being Yoongi at the computer desk with the camera on, monitors up and comments rolling so fast it would take a superhuman to read them. “I can see that,” you answer sarcastically. 

Yoongi is still watching from the screen, not acknowledging you or the now millions of people who were undoubtedly trying to focus on the events unfolding behind him. He was simply letting the scene run it’s course.

“We should celebrate later,” Jungkook casually suggests, either not remembering or not the least bit concerned with interrupting Yoongi.

“If you guys don’t have anything planned...Let’s get dinner!” You agree with a smile while taking the hand Jungkook offers to help you up off the floor.

“If you idiots don’t mind,” Yoongi finally speaks up in a vexed voice, wanting to get back to his Live.

Jungkook chuckles to himself, used to Yoongi’s comments, and starts re-rolling the sleeves of his shirt back up as they’d come down in his pursuit of you.

“Hey, this idiot just got promoted, thank you,” Your response is swift, reminiscent of the hectic energy you contained just minutes ago.

Your boyfriend spun around in his chair, wanting to congratulate you face to face and not on a digital screen. His expression softens when his eyes locate yours. “Really?! That’s great! I knew you were going to get it.”

“You told me to prepare for failure, Yoongs.”

“In case you didn’t get it,” he defends “I didn’t want you getting upset. I know you worked hard for this.”

You can't help but lovingly smile at the soft tone he had taken and his sudden wave of kindness. He knows more than the others how hard you tried to make a name for yourself. Many times he’d come home late and you were still awake, reeling from your day's efforts, or studying, or wondering if your undertaking of extra tasks would ever pay off.

You shake off your affectionate thoughts when you realize he is still recording. “Well, I’ll let you get back to it. Did you share the song with them yet?” He finished a demo recently and told you one night he was going to share it on Live, unfortunately he didn’t tell you when.

“Was just about to hit play.”

“Okay, we’re leaving.” You quickly point at Yoongi, remembering to give him both an invitation and a demand: “Dinner later, mister.” He nods his confirmation at once.

“Sorry guys!” You yell into the general direction of the desk not sure where the mic you’re raising your voice for even is. Jungkook mouths a “Sorry” as well and you both wave quickly at the reflections of yourself on the screen, dismissing yourselves. Your hand finds the younger man's bicep, him already having caught on and leading you two out of the recording room.

“Proud of you,” Yoongi whispers as the door closes and he spins his chair back around, once again facing his forgotten audience.

He waits for the blush to leave his face, trying to regain composure before speaking again. He glances over at the comments, coming in by the page full, before staring at the camera, resuming his broadcast. “Hopefully you guys will enjoy this track as much as you enjoyed that…”

The Business

The reader and Yoongi fall asleep to a crime show. Criminal sleepy talk ensues.

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You and Yoongi have turned in for the evening. The apartment is dark, the only sign of life remaining in your shared bedroom. A Netflix show is playing from the television in front of the bed you are both lying in, the light from the screen flooding the space, outlining your forms in a soft glow. Both of you were on your phones, flipping through apps, winding down from the day, waiting for sleep to hit you. It was a comfortable silence apart from a random yawn and the whisper of the British narrator of the show. The voice was carrying on about numerous crime scenarios solved with the help of forensic science, detective work and...

“What an idiot.”

Yoongi’s comment pulls you away from the mobile card game that is barely keeping you awake. You spare a glance at the television presenting evidence photos of broken windows before looking down at him for an elaboration. Your boyfriend was lying next to you dressed in loose navy pajama pants and a white shirt. Having migrated to your side of the bed, he was balancing his head on an elbow barely an inch from your side. You notice he had paused whatever video he was watching on his phone before throwing it behind him, now fully engrossed in the show in front of him.

“He broke into that family’s house and didn’t wear gloves! Of course they’re going to find fingerprints. Good job, you wore a mask and covered the markings from your boots but your fingerprints are identifiable!” He is staring at the television with furrowed brows, like he's waiting for the narrator to apologize. 

While turning off your phone and placing it on the nightstand, you laugh at Yoongi’s tone. He sounds like he's actually offended at this amateur burglar but you try an explanation anyway: “Maybe it was a spur-of-the-moment thing and he just decided to pick a random house to ransack.”

Yoongi drops his arm and looks up at you, squinting his eyes in disappointment. “He had a whole kit, Y/N. He was prepared for this.”

“It was his first job,” you continue to defend the intruder just to rile your boyfriend up. 

It seems to work as he glares and pushes his lips out at you. You are the picture of innocence, rubbing your tired eyes in one of his oversized shirts with mussed up hair, but he isn't backing down.

“Well if this is going to be his job he should just get some acid and burn his prints off otherwise he’s not gonna get far in the business.” Suddenly he is an expert. 

“The business” you repeat in a mocking tone. You slide down lower on your pillows, bringing yourself to his level, coming face to face with his brown, expecting eyes. You can’t help but ruffle his black fringe when you get this close to him, and he always lets you, scrunching his nose in faux-disgust until you finish.

Your hand leaves his hair and he grabs it, mindlessly tracing the sides of your fingers with his own. “Yeah, the business,” he begins, talking through a yawn. “The whole crime syndicate. It starts with petty things like burglary and stealing from corner stores but then once you’ve proven yourself, you can start laundering money and tracking people.” The fact he is smirking by the time he finishes proves he is just talking for the sake of talking, trying to stay awake.

"You sure you're not getting confused with the mafia?" You start laughing as the program shows pictures of the petty criminal. This ungloved culprit definitely wasn't mafia material.

"Well..." Yoongi pauses to watch the same pictures flash the screen, "the mafia is a business. And we don't forget our gloves."

“We?" You burst out in drowsy laughter and he joins you, not registering his choice of words until they were already spoken.

"I didn’t realize I was dating a criminal," you joke when you finally finish laughing. 

Yoongi leans forward, head now on your stomach. “Oh, I’m pretty sure you’ve killed someone.”

“Not if they can’t produce a body.” You grin innocently, wagging your index finger at him.

Yoongi flashes a proud gummy smile while chuckling “That’s my little killer. We could use someone like you at the business. ”

You smile as you grab at the comforter, readjusting your position and pulling the fabric higher. Yoongi scoots up, making himself comfortable after you settle, deciding being on his side with an arm around your middle will be his sleeping position tonight. "I bet you even wore gloves," he says with utmost certainty, nuzzling his head below your shoulder.

Despite your amusement, you let the comments fall, impending slumber not allowing you to continue. "Good night, Yoongs."

He yawns one last time before humming in acknowledgment. " ‘Night, killer."

Missing Pieces

The reader refuses to go to bed until a jigsaw puzzle is complete. Yoongi gives a helping hand.

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Yoongi rolls over and checks the time on his phone. It is late but it hasn't yet hit midnight. He is all tucked in and ready to fall to sleep but the empty space next to him is keeping him awake because something is unfinished, like a missing piece gnawing at him. When he said he was going to bed, you replied you were right behind him. That was over half an hour ago. 

He sighs and pulls back the covers, leaving the comfort of your shared bed behind to see what still has you so occupied.

His bare feet slowly bring him into the dimly lit living room, where you’ve been all day. He had had a day of studio work so you resigned yourself to a puzzle you purchased months ago. Before you two separated earlier in the day, you mentioned that you were determined to finish the thousand-piece challenge before the day’s end. It appears you were serious.

“Are you coming to bed?” Yoongi asks as he makes his way around the furniture to get a better view of the spot you’ve taken over with your fragmented picture. You’re spread out on the floor, legs behind you with elbows holding you up on a pillow, weariness hovering around your form. He can see that the jigsaw is nearly complete with its depiction of a scenic landscape, but pieces of solid blue are still splintered around you and causing you distress from the cross look that has settled over your features.

“This sky!” The tone of your response is one of frustration and you even make a fist as the words leave your mouth. 

“Come to bed,” Yoongi commands softly, rubbing his stomach under his pajama top. “They’re just blue pieces,” he adds dismissively, implying that you’ve done quite enough for the day.

But you hate the idea of giving up. The azure bits are practically mocking you, being so few in number compared to what you’ve already put together.

“Yoongiiiiiii” you whine, collapsing onto your arms as they fall forward on top of the finished half of the puzzle. “I’m almost done.”

“You can finish tomorrow.” He knows this is going to be a losing fight. You are almost as stubborn as he is. But he is ready for bed and gives it a shot anyway.

“If you cared about me you’d help me with this sky," you tease with a playful pout. It is obvious you’re as tired as he is, but you’re still poking the blue pieces together, determination fighting with fatigue in your slowing actions.

Yoongi rolls his eyes. How are you this stubborn, this frustrating and this adorable at the same time? He tugs up on the legs of his sleep pants before carefully lowering himself to the floor, occupying the spot next to you. 

“Fine, but we’re going to bed after this,” he warns you with a glare.

You meet his tired eyes and agree with a quiet "Promise."

His slender fingers start reaching out to gather the few pieces that are now keeping you both from sleep. You release a yawn and assist him, surrendering the couple you were still holding onto, watching the pile of blues growing in his palms. 

Silence settles over the two of you as the trial and error with those shades of blue begins for Yoongi. A smile replaces your frustrated features as you watch him work. Barefaced, lips slightly parted as he leans forward over the image, black fringe swinging above his concentrated eyes while he tries to help you reach the finish line.  He huffs after a particularly confident choice turns out to be incorrect and flattens his lips into an annoyed scowl. You laugh quietly at this and how quickly he descends into obstinacy, where you found yourself before he walked in. Frustrated hums now sound frequently from his throat. This is going to be harder than he initially thought. 

Even though his eyes are fixed on the vista spread before him on the floor, Yoongi can see you in the corner of his vision. As minutes pass and your random comments cease, he notices when your eyes finally grow too heavy for you to observe him anymore. His lips curl up as your body relaxes next to him while you drift to sleep, your head still resting on your outstretched arms and your sky still a work-in-progress.

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After time, there is a nudge to your shoulder followed by a gentle rocking motion.

“Finished.”

Your boyfriend's voice causes you to flinch and raise your head up from your stiff limbs. You aren't sure how long you had been asleep but the sky - and the landscape - are indeed finished.

You groan and use his shoulder for leverage as you pull yourself up. Once upright, you take in the full image and grin happily. Green, lush rolling hills sprinkled with meadows of yellow and red flowers sitting happily under a vast, clear blue sky; a scene that would make The Sound of Music jealous. 

A sense of pride washes over Yoongi as his eyes watch your sleepy features light up. He could have just turned around and went back to bed but he stayed on that floor next to you for who knows how long. “Aww, you do care,” you tease again as your arms circle his torso in a show of thanks and admiration. 

Yoongi had momentarily let his mind wonder how much time had actually passed while he was completing this picture but the look of glee on your face and your grip around his middle quickly dissolved the thought. Definitely worth it.

“If putting a sky together for someone isn’t love, I don’t know what is,” he points out candidly, flashing a soft smile that indicates you should never have doubted him. He would’ve made a sky for you any day.

You remove your arms from him, bringing your hands in front of you to clap softly in overall triumph. You knew he could do it. And you knew you could finish the puzzle before the day’s end. Even if you did get a little help, you still count it as a victory. Take that, blue pieces.

Yoongi joins in your little celebration, clapping a couple times before yawning loudly. If he was honest, he was proud he finished it too. He probably never would have heard the end of it had he not, he thinks with a smirk.

With the landscape fully constructed and admired, he begins to lift himself from the floor. Once upright, the passage of time hits Yoongi and he suddenly is reminded of the missing piece of his own puzzle and how he couldn’t fall asleep without you at his side. He turns and reaches out for your hands, ready to pull you up to him. “Now let’s go to bed, Y/N. You promised.”

Hello again! I say bingo! date night with Libertus and Nyx! Thank you very much in advance! :D

 Hi again! @stars-chan :D Uuuuu, I had some cute ideas for these boys and their date nights! Let´s dig in :D (also hope you don´t mind that I made the reader neutral? I just want everyone to enjoy :) ) I am also sorry, it took me so long ( work and other projects kept me away) 

galadh words used: 

*alowene - heart of hearts

tewe týchy - my luck

tewe selenaís- my moon

Libertus Ostium: Little Galadh echoed laughter of it´s inhabitants. In the air was happiness that was´t felt since the fall of Galadh. It was magnificent sight to whoever found it´s way down there. Whole district lighted up with colours of a banners, air saturated with exotic perfumes and spices. The refugees of Galadh dressed in their homeland colourful garb, hairs styled into intricated braids. Merchants were shouting from their stalls to attract customers, lively as ever those people of Ramuh. You were so fascinated with the Rain´s festival, you stumbled over and started to fall down. Luckily two strong hands covered in scars catched you first.

 “Well, look at you, I just turn over for a sec and you´re off somewhere!” teased lightly, his warm breath brushes over your neck. “I am sorry Lib, it´s just ... I never saw Little Galadh so alive before. Also” you turn around in his tender embrace,” you look so stunning in your celebration garb, how would I not fall ?” you winked. Libertus cheeks turned dusty pink. Nobody would believe you, If you told them that this man blushed so easily at your genuine compliments or act of kindness. He kissed your forehead softly, adoration obvious in his stormy eyes. “ Then what are we waiting for alowene, the night is too young. I want to show you all that Rain´s festival has to offer.” 

He lets you go from his embrace, and puts his arm around your waist. Always so protective of his precious. Lib let´s you lead to whatever stall catches your interest first. He was mesmerized when your eyes lit up like a child in toy store when you were trying something new. Your mood was so contagious, Libertus wasn´t even grumbling much, when some food wasn´t completely authentic. There was also lot of festival games like water rings, pin the coeulr´s tail or hidden marlboro. Lib excelled especially at the last one, from which he won you a big plushy Marlboro. You dubbet it affectionaly Libertus the Second. At his raised eyebrow you just simply explained: “When you´re not home with me I get lonely , so I could at least cuddle him” Lib envelops you in needy hug, glarings slightly at the plushie. “Now now tewe týche, you have a real deal right there” You laugh at his antic, kissing his temple softly. 

Libertus then took you on one of the bigger terrace in the district. It was around midnight. There were prepared comfy chairs for spectators for whatever show was suppose to happen. (You had some idea) Lib sat down pulling you with him into his lap. His warm was comforting in the chilly night. “And now for the best part.” Like from another world sparkly fireworks began to appear in the sky. You were so mesmerised by the sight of the lights. Libertus felt tug at his heart when he watched you, he shall cherish this moment till his last breath.

Nyx Ulric: “Nyx,” you whispered” why are we again sneaking around the halls of the citadel on our date night”? your silly boy flashed you a mischievous grin. You were currently hidding in one of the niches behind heavy baldachin. When the Crownsguards passed by your spot Nyx took your hand and lead you to the jammed door. It leads to dimly lighted hallway lined with paintings. “Nyx, seriously what are you planning, you goofball?” you were naturally curious. 

For these past few weeks Nyx was either deployed on frontlines or busy with other Kingsglaive duties (and let´s be honest having to work extra shifts for insubordination). You knew what you were getting into,no one really said it wouldn´t be easy. You felt like at some point that maybe he was avoiding you. What if he had found someone else? Those ugly thoughts flodded your mind, even though you knew they were silly. Nyx blessed be his hearth and intuition, stops in his tracks. “Tewe selenaís, what is wrong?” he scoops you closer, your forehead touching in a familiar gesture. “Nyx, it´s ... nevermind, just me being silly with my thoughts” you cares gently his scarred face. He doesn´t buy it in slightest. Instead Nyx pushed the door open, revealing hidden gem inside the walls of Citadel, the royal gardens. It catches your breath away. “Oh, and there I thought it was me, who stealth your breath away.” he grins like a cheshire cat, crashing your lips together. “Now come on, I didn´t bribe Luche with my chocolate, just for nothing” grumbles a little. The thought of Nyx parting with his chocolate and giving it to Luche was so amusing. ( Luche was well known for his sweet tooth, especially for chocolate)  You went hand in hand with Nyx through the beautiful well kept garden. The path was lined with many deciduous trees mainly beeches, oaks, elms some of which you didn´t even recognize. The air was full of fragrance from the various flowers that grew here. Nyx pointed at one of the flowers that catched your attention “ That´s hydrangea, it is native flower on our islands. Galadh is perhaps inhospitable, but these thrive there like no other”  he explained briefly. Your walk ended at little pond whose surface glittered like jewels in the moonlight. Around him were lovely ducks sleeping.

“Please, have a seat sweetheart”  he softly smiles and gestures to blanket with pillows. It was lighted with candles, plates were full of delicious food and on the sides were prepared glasses with beverages. “Nyx, that´s ... oh my god, I am  truly speechless. You put so much effort into it, love”  Nyx treated you with a blissful smile. You both dined in silence, enjoying each other's presence.

“I hope whatever plagued your mind is gone” he started sheepishly” I know these few weeks I wasn´t the perfect boyfriend for you. I was scared Y/N, every damn  time i left your embrace for a war, I was afraid i wouldn't come back to you. I had to get it right in my head first. And it was thanks to my friends that I didn't make the worst decision of my life.” The kiss he gave you was different from the previous ones, he put all his love and adoration into it. You melted into him, every dark thought forgotten. You then laid on the blanket and looked at the stars, hugging each other lovingly. Because these moments are worth any hardship.