flour boys

Chivalrous Man

"You have pasta sauce on your nose," Y/N giggled; her husband wrinkled his nose up, his eyes darting downwards as he attempted to get a view of the saucy culprit.

"Really?" Chan asked. "I can't see it."

Laughing at him, Y/N leaned across their small table and swiped her thumb across his nose, her fingers resting gently on his cheek as she did so. Then she sat back and grinned at him, wiping her finger on a napkin. "All gone."

Chan huffed and forked another mouthful of pasta into his mouth as he looked at her comically, the shadows in the dimly lit restaurant creating amusing hollows in his face. "Making me feel like a child."

"Well, sometimes you really remind me of a child," Y/N grinned.

Chan stuck his tongue out at her. A split second later he exhaled heavily, dropping his fork into his plate.

"You know … " Chan coughed, his eyes suddenly watering. He reached for his glass of water, the icy beverage doing nothing to quell the slow burn of fire that spread across the surface of his tongue. "It's … kind of … spicy."

"Really?" Y/N cocked her head to the side. She forked pasta up from his plate and chewed it slowly, her eyebrows furrowing. "It's really not bad."

Chan wheezed; he tried hard to regain his posture in such an elegant setting but failed the next moment when tears dribbled down his cheeks, his tongue escaping his mouth as it seeked relief.

"It creeps up on you," he sniffed aggressively. "At first it was fine … now I'm dying."

"Baby," Y/N laughed. She pushed her plate towards him. "Here, have mine. Let's swap."

Chan's eyes softened and took on the characteristics of puppy eyes. An endearing contrast, with his smart suit and shining cufflinks on the sleeves. "But you're not good with spice either."

"I'm better with spice than you," Y/N grinned. "It's okay. Have mine."

Ashamed, Chan pushed his plate towards her. "I owe you."

"You don't owe me anything," Y/N tutted as she began to tuck into her husband's pasta; in truth, she was already beginning to feel the repercussions of the spice from her first mouthful. But she hated seeing her husband not being able to eat the pasta that he was so excited for all evening … the joy on Chan's face as he began to eat her pasta was more than enough to quell her tongue.

"Well," Y/N said, chewing slowly. "Another date would be nice."

Chan grinned apologetically as he twirled spaghetti around his fork. "I know right? We haven't been out in ages. I'm sorry, baby girl."

"You wouldn't have to be sorry if you weren't sick for so long," Y/N rolled her eyes in a joke; Chan sighed pointedly, making them both into playful laughter.

"Yeah, yeah," Chan's eyes glinted at her over the rim of his glass. "Ky was the one who gave me that cold. She actually clings to germs so hard."

"Like everything she does," Y/N agreed. "Either a hundred percent or nothing."

"I wonder who she got that from?" Chan asked innocently as he smiled around another mouthful of spaghetti.

"Oh, no idea," Y/N sipped her drink mischievously. "Probably Hannah."

Chan lets his eyes fall shut, his tongue pressed up against his cheek, lips spreading into a contagious smile. Y/N laughed at him, satisfied with her joke.

"I'm joking," Y/N said. "It's definitely from you."

He grumbled over his pasta. "That's what I thought."

As they giggled at each other, Y/N couldn't help but feel like she was transported to nearly two decades ago, when herself and her husband were in their early stages of being together. Chan had started the treasured tradition of going on a date every week, and so far they had managed to keep it up pretty well; apart from a few minor instances, such as recently when Chan had gotten the flu which had prevented him from leaving the house.

Y/N smiled at him then, her eyes sparkling with love and affection for him. The two of them shared such a huge portion of their lives with each other, and they had so many precious memories stored away in their hearts … watching him now, with his eyes twinkling under the ceiling lights, Y/N's heart fluttered. The same smile that had been engraved into her soul since the first time she ever saw it shone on his ever handsome face and Y/N had the strong urge to throw herself at him and smother him with all of her love.

"I love you," Y/N blurted out softly instead. She was sure that it was likely her eyes now resembled little love hearts, bulging in her sockets.

Chan mildly choked. He cleared his throat, his cheeks and nose flushing crimson. "All of a sudden?"

Y/N hid a smile. She wonders if her husband will ever get used to her telling him she loved him.

"Just felt like telling you," Y/N shrugged, trying to finish her pasta. It had begun to ignite bonfires inside her stomach, and she made a mental note to ask Chan later if they could get ice cream.

Chan rested his chin on his hand as he looked back at her with mirrored love hearts in his eyes. "I love you more."

Y/N flushed. She wondered if she would ever get used to him telling her that he loved her.

Chan reached across and gently squeezed her cheeks with a single hand; then he went back to eating his pasta, his feet under the table pressed up against Y/N's like a hug.

Once they finished their food, Chan slipped his hand into Y/N's and together they headed towards the door. Chan's face was painted with a content smile, as was Y/N's, despite the frenzy the spice was creating inside of her. She squeezed Chan's hand harder, the man seeming not to notice anything amiss.

"What do you want for - " Chan's question was cut off suddenly as he slammed his face into the glass door; he missed it completely, his hand pressed on the door and his eyes wide with shock.

"Chris!" Y/N squealed, a bubble of mirth rising up inside of her just as her husband took on the hue of a boiled lobster. "Are you okay?"

Chris fumbled for the door handle and quickly pulled open the door, pulling his wife out into the night air with him. Embarrassment creeping up on him, Chan moved towards the nearest wall and rested his forehead against it, pretending to sob against the brick as his wife laughed in the background.

"I thought it was a push door," Chan whined; his forehead had begun to throb slightly and he wrinkled his brow, wincing at the pain.

The sound of Y/N's laughter had suddenly stopped and Chan looked over at her. She was doubled over with her hands on her knees, breathless as she continued to silently laugh, humour painted all over her face.

"Oh my God," she breathed, trying to stand up properly again. "I'm going to pee myself."

At that, Chan couldn't help but laugh too. "Stop laughing then."

"I can't," Y/N wheezed out as she stumbled over to her husband in the dark. It was a cold night, and her flowy dress should have made her legs cold but her fit of laughter had warmed her completely. "You should have seen your face."

She grinned then, inhaling deeply as she looked up at the night sky. The stars winked down at her with their mysterious glow. "You're so cute."

"No," Chan groaned. "It hurt."

Walking up to him, Y/N cupped his face in her hand and carefully examined his face. "You're getting a bruise, baby."

She cupped his cheeks before gently dropping a kiss over his forehead. Then she smiled and leaned forward, locking her lips over his. "The kids are going to love this story."

As Chan started to laugh all over again, Y/N slipped her hand back into his and squeezed his fingers.

"What were you going to ask me though? You know, before you body slammed the door."

Chan cleared his throat, shaking his head. "I was going to ask what you wanted for dessert. What do you want? It can be anything."

"Ice cream!"

"Ice cream? Really? You don't want something more … fancy?"

Y/N shook her head as Chan opened the passenger door to his car for her. "I need ice cream. The pasta was spicy."

Chan's eyes widened and he stopped in his tracks. "You said it wasn't spicy!"

"I know," Y/N giggled. "I don't like seeing you suffer."

"Baby … " Chan whined, looking sad. "What am I going to do with you?"

"Hmm … eat ice cream?"

Chan shook his head before wrapping his arms around his wife, the woman leaning back against the car as she looked up at him with adoring eyes. "Was it really spicy?"

Y/N nodded.

Making a comical sound, Chan hugged her tightly and kissed her lips. His eyelashes fluttered against her cheeks as his eyes fell shut, and Y/N clutched at his shirt as she kissed him back.

"I can taste the spice on your tongue," Chan half laughed, half sobbed as he held Y/N's face gently in his hands. His lips had begun to throb just from the kiss, and he felt a pang inside of him. "You should have told me. I'd have gotten you a different one."

Y/N shook her head. "Then the other one would have gone to waste."

Chan sighed, his eyes softening. He kissed the tip of her nose. "Come on. Let me get you a huge ice cream."

A short while later, the two of them sit on a park bench with their huge ice creams cradled in their hands. The tall vanilla swirl almost shone with a pearlescent violent sheen under the moon, turning the simple ice creams into something more magical. They sat there for a long time in the chilly breeze, the warmth of their laughter fuelling them as they finished their ice cream with sticky fingers and sticky lips.

Once they got home, the first thing Sky noticed was the golf ball sized bruise on her father's forehead.

Five minutes later after the couple recalled their evening to their children, Sky fell to the floor, shrieking with laughter.

"Is this a new chivalry tactic, dad?" The thirteen year old laughed like a hyena as Noah smiled fondly in the background. "I thought you were supposed to open the door for the lady, not throw yourself into it."

Chan sighed and scooped his daughter up into his arms. "Ha-ha, you're so funny."

"I can't wait to tell my friends tomorrow," Sky giggled. "I'm going to tell them that my dad is the most chivalrous man to ever grace the earth."

Chan's lips twitched. He knew this was the beginning of a very, very, long night of teasing.

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Lana And Eugene

"Oh, you're fucking kidding … " Noah groans as he quickly scoops up the nail polish brush that he dropped on his bed; it's left behind an undignified splodge of black, and the nineteen year old scowls, trying to rub at it.

It just makes the stain worse. Noah sighs before reaching into the top drawer of his desk, scrabbling around for an identical bottle. He finds his white nail polish and decides to paint two tiny dots on top of the black sponge, his face contorting into an amused grin when his mess takes on a goofy face.

"Noey, mama said dinner is ready soon," Sky calls from outside his door as she knocks. She pops her head around the door and squints at her brother who is looking at his bedding with comical interest. "What are you doing?"

Noah grins. He beckons her to come inside and Sky shuts the door behind her, wrinkling her nose as it adjusts to the scent in her brother's room.

"It smells like perfume and nail polish," Sky comments. "Shouldn't it smell like stinky socks and boy germs?"

Noah chuckles. "Just because I'm a boy it doesn't mean my room has to smell. I like nice smelling things."

"But it smells different to last time," Sky says. "Last time it smelled like flowers."

"Yeah, because last time I had flowers on my windowsill," Noah nods towards his windowsill where a pot of dried flowers sits. "Well. Fresh flowers."

Sky raises an eyebrow. "What's this new smell?"

"My reed diffuser," Noah points towards something matte black and ceramic. "Matty got me it."

Sky picks the diffuser up with curiosity, examining the bottom of it. "Cedarwood and patchouli? Matty got you this? As in … Matty who only wears TNs?"

"Yes, that Matty," Noah rolls his eyes as he begins to paint his nails again. He rests his right hand against his knees, his curls falling onto his eyes as he covers his nails in black. "He makes diffuser scents in his spare time."

Sky suddenly giggles and the fourteen year old flops down on the bed next to her brother, making him jump. "Really? He makes things?"

"Yeah," Noah smiles, playfully kicking Sky as she wraps her arms around his legs, peering at his nails.

"You're wearing nail polish again," Sky observes. "And you're listening to Lana. Are you sure you don't have a girlfriend?"

Chuckling, Noah blows at his nails as he screws his bottle shut. He sets it down on his counter before leaning back against the wall, the window opposite casting a golden glow on his face and turning his eyes into honey. "I don't have time for a girlfriend, Ky-Ky. I tell you this every week."

"Yeah but I don't believe you," Sky leans closer to him, so close that she could count the freckles across his fair skin if she wanted to. "What's her name?"

"Ky," Noah groans in mild exasperation before picking up his nail polish. "Her name is 'quick dry nail varnish in Cosmic Black'."

Sky giggles and begins to shake him energetically, her hands clutching at his shirt. "Noeeeeyyyyyyy."

"Kyyyyyyyyyy," Noah huffs back, his head bobbing side to side with how aggressive his sister is being. He then suddenly reaches out and traps her with his own arms, placing her in a gentle headlock that has her squealing with laughter as he jokes, "you're so annoying. Like actually so annoying."

"I know," Sky laughs maniacally and slides out of his grip. She settles herself near the foot of his bed and reaches for his ukulele, absentmindedly tugging at the strings in a tuneless fashion. "It's fun being annoying."

Noah shakes his head as he smiles. He wiggles his fingers in front of him, his slender fingers cascading shadows over the wall beside him. "Do these look okay?"

Sky nods. "Yeah. Same as always. You're way better at nails than me."

"Nah that's not true," Noah reaches out and lightly flicks his fingers against her forehead. "You're so good at doing those intricate frogs."

"Frogs are easy," Sky shrugs. "Fat dot, two smaller dots, and then more dots."

Then she scrambles off of his bed and sets his ukulele down again before running out of his room. She then pops her head into his room again, pointing her finger at him. "Don't put the top coat on yet."

Noah watches curiously as she disappears. He can't help but smile … he'll never understand why guys his age treat their sisters like crap. He loves his sister more than anything.

She comes back with a small box and she dumps it on his bed. Slipping the green scrunchie off of her skinny wrist, she messily ties her long hair back in a knot atop her head before sinking down onto his bed again.

As she moves the box, her gaze lands on the nail polish stain from earlier. She learns closer, narrowing her eyes.

"What's this?" Sky laughs. "It looks like a spider."

"Yeah … I dropped nail polish," Noah grins, running his fingers over it. "I put a face on it so it doesn't look weird."

"You're weird," Sky retorts as she pulls out some bottles of her own nail polish. "I'm calling him Eugene."

"Eugene?" Noah repeats in amusement. "Really? Why Eugene?"

Sky shrugs. "I don't know, he looks like a Eugene. A Eugene who likes Lana too."

"What a classy spider," Noah laughs, his eyes crinkling up like his father's. "Does he play an instrument?"

"Electric guitar," Sky says proudly. "No but seriously … wouldn't it be easy for a spider to play guitar? They have so many legs."

"Ky they have eight," Noah snorts. "We have ten fingers."

Leaning back, Sky taps a thin nail brush against her hand. "I still think they'd be better at it. Give me your hand."

"Which one?"

"Whichever."

Noah holds out his left hand and Sky takes it in her own. She dips her bottle into a royal purple bottle of varnish, before leaning close to his delicate hand. Up close, his fingers are red around the nails, calloused and cut from guitar stings, and Sky frowns.

"Your hands look exactly like daddy's," Sky comments as she begins to paint carefully on the nail of his ring finger. "It's weird. They're just bigger."

"How so?" Noah asks curiously. He rests his head against the wall, his eyes falling shut as the setting sun shines too brightly in his face.

"They're all cut up and scarred," Sky says.

"Thank the guitar," Noah yawns. He cracks open an eye as he looks at his sister's bent head. "What are you doing?"

"Making your nails not boring," Sky replies as she moves to another finger. "You have a gig tomorrow, right?"

"Yeah."

"In the dark?"

"Yeah. Why?"

Sky looks up. She smiles devilishly at him before looking down again, leaving Noah slightly perplexed.

"Kids! Dinner is ready in five … what are you two doing?" Chan's voice grows nearer as he approaches the bedroom, popping his head in curiously. "Can I come in?"

"Sure," Noah smiles as their father joins their little congregation. "I was painting my nails and Ky is doing something I don't know what."

"I'm making them better," Sky declares as Chan sits beside her, peering over her shoulder. His eyes light up in awe as he takes in his daughter's art, and he restrains himself with some effort from hugging her, in fear of messing up her work.

"They look pretty, Little Cloud," Chan settles for instead. "Do you have a gig tomorrow, Noey?"

"I asked him that already," Sky grins. "He does."

"Yeah," Noah nods, turning to face Chan. "It's late."

"Have fun kiddo," Chan says, before his eyes catch sight of his ukulele. He picks it up, his fingers toying with the strings just like Sky previously, and the resemblance between them both makes Noah smile. "Be safe. You know how I feel about drugs but if you're going to do them then … "

"I'm not going to do drugs, dad," Noah laughs fondly. "Don't worry. You know I hate them as much as you do."

"Wrong," Sky intercedes. "You like painkillers. Painkillers are drugs."

Noah sighs just as Chan starts chuckling. "I hate recreational drugs, smart ass."

"Yeah, yeah."

Chan smiles as he watches his kids. As he does so, his fingers find the old chords of the song he used to love, and before he knows what's happening, he starts to play the opening of it.

"Oh here we go," Sky giggles as she draws over her brother's last nail. "I'm Yours, for the billionth time."

Chan bursts into shy giggles, his nose turning red. "I can't help it. It's the only song I know on here."

"Come to my gig tomorrow and maybe I'll play it too," Noah says, wiggling his eyebrows under his hair. "I'll dedicate it to you."

Chan perks up at that. "Sold. When does it begin?"

"At ten," Noah replies. Then he laughs, suddenly shy. "Are you really going to come?"

"Of course I am," Chan sets the ukulele down beside him carefully, picking up a cushion instead. He starts tugging at the seams the way he always does when he's holding a cushion. "I need to come and be the embarrassing dad."

"Oh my God," Sky snorts. "I'm done, Noey. Wait I'll put the top coat on."

"Thanks Ky," Noah grins.

Soon she's done and Noah holds his fingers hands out infront of him. Using neon colours, Sky has painted tiny things on each fingernail; music notes, stars, goofy smiley faces … they're bright against the stark black and Noah's mouth forms a little 'o' as he examines them closer.

"Woah," he breathes. "See what I mean? These are fucking amazing, Ky."

Grinning, the boy reaches over and playfully squishes his sister in an affectionate hug. She kisses her cheek, relishing in the way she squirms away from with a dissatisfied groan.

"If you do that again I will kill you," Sky rolls her eyes despite the smile spreading across her face. "And I'll get Eugene and Lana to kill you too. Oh, by the way they're glow in the dark. For the gig."

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Twinning souls

"Ooh this is nice," Y/N pulls out a hanger from the rack of clothes, revealing a dark blue jumper. She holds it out in front of Noah, furrowing her eyes as she tries to gauge the size and fit of it. "Do you think your dad would like it?"

Noah looks down at the item of clothing. "It's not black."

Y/N laughs, pulling it away from him. She looks at it intently, gently touching the small buttons at the collar. "Well that's true. But the man needs to wear some colour … I'm sick of seeing him in the same ratty t-shirt."

Noah laughs. He loves his parents; he loves the way they constantly joke about each other with pure affection. "It would look nice on him."

"Right?" Y/N adds the jumper to her already overflowing basket. Granted, most of it is black - she knows her husband would practically die without some sort of black clothes.

She also knows there's no way he would shop for his own clothes … not when he seems to be constantly busy, even when he's not busy.

"I like it too," Noah says. "It's soft."

"You do?" Y/N smiles. "Do you want a matching one?"

The seventeen year old smiles softly. "Sure."

"Let me see if they have your size," Y/N hums, moving back to the previous rack. "You've grown so tall the past few weeks … I don't know where you get it from, honestly."

Noah grins and rubs the nape of his neck, shy. "I'm the anomaly."

Y/N smiles. She stands on her tiptoes and ruffles the bit his curly hair that pokes out from under his hood. "A very lovely anomaly."

"Mum … " Noah mumbles, flushing red.

"You're just like your father," Y/N grins, holding out a jumper. It seems big enough so she adds it to the basket on top of the jumper for Chan. "He can't deal with compliments either. Especially not in public."

"Well, who can?" Noah asks, covering his freckled face with his long hands. "It's mortifying."

Giggling, Y/N walks around to the other side of the shop. She grins when she sees a funky looking pair of shoes, a strange combination of plastic and transparent vinyl.

"Can you see your father in these?" Y/N laughs, waving the neon shoe in the air. "I'm not sure what these are even supposed to protect."

Noah visibly blanches and sinks into the heavy material of his hoodie. "They're ghastly."

"Really? You don't fancy wearing them on stage with your band?" Y/N teases, making Noah chuckles. He shakes his head, trying to avoid picturing himself standing in those shoes infront of a crowd.

"No thank you," he looks down and wriggles his heavy boots. "These are more than fine."

"Do you want a new pair?" Y/N suggests. "They're looking a little rugged … honestly Noey, don't take after your father when it comes to clothes. You're allowed to get new clothes, you know?"

Noah shrugs, examining his shoes. He has to admit … the leather is more than vaguely scuffed, and the soles have begun to come away from the bottom of the boots. "I know. But I just don't see the point in getting new things when the things I have work completely fine."

Sighing, Y/N smiles at the boy before kneeling down infront of him. She frowns when she sees just how battered his shoes are. "Are these completely fine?"

"Yeah … " Noah smiles uneasily; he reaches out and gently grabs a hold of his mother's hands. "Mum they're fine. Don't waste your money."

Incredulous, Y/N stands back up. "Noah Bahng … take back what you just said."

Noah tilts his head to the side. "What did I say?"

"You told me not to waste my money. You think you're not worth getting things?" Y/N asks softly, searching the boy's eyes.

Noah gives her a crooked smile in response. "Well … yeah."

Exasperated in the sudden frustrating resemblance between her son and her husband, Y/N places her basket on the floor before cupping the boy's cheeks, ignoring his shy protesting.

"Listen to me Noey, my darling," Y/N says, caressing his skin. "You're worth more than anything in this world to me. I know you take great pride in being humble but let me spoil you, okay? Let your old mother buy you things," Y/N says, determination painted all over face. "Okay?"

Noah smiles at that. He leans forehead and kisses his mother's forehead. "You're not old."

"You're flattering me," Y/N says. She pats his cheek. "Let's go get you some shoes, hmm? And next time, don't be afraid to say if you need something, okay?"

Noah nods. "Okay mum."

Slipping her hand into his, Y/N picks up her basket again and moves towards the shoe section. She heads to the back where the huge boots line the walls, knowing they're the only shoes he'll want to look at.

"See anything you like?" Y/N asks. She leans back and lets her son explore the racks, his nimble fingers tracing over laces and buckles and zippers. He comes to a halt infront of a pair of platform Dr.Martens, and his eyes widen at the small details along the heels.

"I like these," he says softly. "But they're really expensive."

Y/N smiles. "That's okay. Which ones?"

Noah brings over the right boot. Y/N takes it and examines it, smiling when she reads the name.

"Jadon Max, huh?" She grins, examining the yellow laces. "I had a pair like this when I was in school."

Noah's eyebrows shoot up into his curly fringe. "Really?"

"Really," Y/N nods. "It took me ages to save up money for them, and I bought them instead of using the money for food," she laughs at the memory, wistful.

Noah smiles. "Who needs food, huh?"

"Who needs food," Y/N repeats, grinning up at him.

"Can I pay for these?" Noah asks. "They're really expensive mum. Let me."

Y/N shakes her head. "Absolutely not. You save that money … I'm going to buy you these. Ah, no buts," she says, and Noah closes his mouth again before he can say anything.

A small while later, one of the workers in the store hands Noah a box of the shoes; he takes them and tries them on, pulling the size nine boots onto his feet. His previous boots look even worse now that he's taken them off, and Y/N gapes at the sight of them.

"Noey! Goodness me … forget those other ugly shoes … what exactly were these boots protecting?" Y/N holds one up, spotting at least three holes. "How did I not notice the state of these before?"

Noah stands up in the new boots and walks up and down a little, seeing if they fit. "Because I always kept them in my room and put them on just before leaving the house," he shrugs. He flexes his feet now, zipping up the boots. "What do you think?"

Y/N smiles as she takes in her son's tall frame. Dressed in an all black outfit comprised of an oversized hoodie and skinny black jeans, the boots seem perfect. "You look lovely in them darling. Do they fit well?"

Noah nods. "They're comfy too."

"Alright, you keep those on and I'll pay for them," Y/N smiles. Then she frowns at him. "I don't want to see you in these old boots again."

Noah chuckles, and he quickly hugs his mother around the waist. "Okay."

"Promise?"

"I promise."

After paying for her things, Y/N and Noah step out of the shop and into the main centre. It seems much busier than it was earlier, people bustling up and down the place. Suddenly hungry, Y/N squeezes Noah's hand.

"How does breakfast sound?" She asks him.

Noah grins at that; for years now, the two of them have been eating 'breakfast' at the most random of times.

"Breakfast sounds good," Noah agrees. "Pancakes?"

"Pancakes," Y/N nods. "And coffee."

"Oh, a hundred percent."

The two of them head over to one of their favourite cafés; being the only two in their family who actually likes coffee, they come here often, drinking as much coffee as their hearts content.

"Flat white?" Y/N cocks her head to her side as she asks her son while waiting in the small cue.

Noah nods. "Always."

Y/N grins. "I think I'll have a caramel macchiato today."

At that, Noah snorts with humour. "Someone's missing her husband."

"Don't be cheeky," Y/N says, making the boy laugh. "Can't I drink sickly … sweet … caramel drinks in peace?"

"Sure," Noah says innocently. "Except the only time you drink sickly sweet drinks like that is when you're missing dad."

Y/N sighs in defeat. She orders for the both of them before sliding into a little booth in the corner.

"What can I say?" Y/N says, placing her bag on the seat beside her. "I hate being apart from him."

Noah chuckles and leans back in his seat, stretching his long legs out under the table. "That's gross. And also very cute. Never change."

Y/N smiles. "I don't think we will."

They're soon brought over their coffees and pancakes, and after sending teasing photos to both Sky and Chan, Noah and Y/N dig into their pancakes. Y/N's plate is decorated with strawberries and cream, meanwhile Noah has everything on the spectrum from dark chocolate to caramel, funnily enough.

"This is disgustingly good," Noah says, swallowing his first bite. "I should bring the guys here. I always forget."

"Do they like pancakes?" Y/N asks.

Noah looks at her, puzzled. "Who doesn't like pancakes?"

Shrugging, Y/N forks a strawberry. "I had a friend once. She hated them."

"What happened to her?"

"I cut her off," Y/N laughs.

Noah grins. "No wonder. Not liking pancakes is a huge red flag."

They grow quiet after a while, continuing to eat their pancakes, taking sips of their coffee every so often. It's a soft atmosphere, and not for the first time is Noah grateful for having parents who he truly feels comfortable with. He feels sorry for some of his friends … they aren't close enough with his parents to experience small things like this.

"Mum?"

"Yes, love?"

"Thank you."

Bewildered, Y/N almost drops her fork. "What for, Noey?"

Noah shrugs. "Just … for everything? Thanks for being the best parents, I guess. You and dad."

The backs of Y/N's eyes prickle. "Are you trying to make me cry in public? Is this payback for earlier?"

Noah laughs and shakes his head. "No! Don't cry mum … or i'll end up crying too."

Y/N blows her nose hard. "We can't have that, can we? We'll both have eyeliner tracks down our cheeks."

The two of them giggle at the thought; recently Noah has begun to draw black rings around his eyes along with his bandmates … something Sky jokes about at every given opportunity.

"Feel free to thank me when we're at home though," Y/N jokes, and Noah chuckles, shaking his head.

The two of them decide to head home after their pancakes; it doesn't take long, and as soon as they enter their house, Chan throws himself at Y/N.

"I missed you," he immediately peppers the woman's face with kisses, his playful nature evident as he hugs her.

Unzipping his shoes, Noah smirks. "Mum missed you too, dad."

At that, Chan raises an eyebrow. "Really? Did you miss me?"

Y/N rolls her eyes. "Of course not."

"Mum, you're a terrible liar," Noah comments, making his mother giggle.

"Okay, maybe," Y/N admits. She loops her arms around Chan's neck and kisses the man's cheek softly. "I guess I did miss you."

"Really?" Chan asks again as his eyes light up.

Y/N giggles. She messes his already messy hair up and tugs at the fizzy curls. "Stop saying that as if I don't miss you at all. I tell you I miss you as soon as you leave the room."

Chan laughs, and he leans forward to press a kiss to his wife's nose.

Then Chan grabs for Noah, pulling the surprised boy into his arms. "You're not escaping my hugs, Noey. I saw you, trying to escape."

Noah might be taller than his father, but his father still has a way of engulfing him in warm hugs that makes him feel like a small five year old again. He hugs him back and grins.

"We bought you new clothes," Noah says. "Some aren't black."

Chan gasps. "What'd you do that for?"

"Because," Y/N lifts one of his arms up and mischievously sticks her finger through a hole in the side of his top. She tickles his smooth skin, making him yelp with surprise. "Your clothes are so old. You need new ones."

"But these are fine," Chan groans, clasping his hand over the hole.

At that, Noah coughs. "Don't even try that dad. I tried and it didn't work … mum bought me new boots."

Peering down, Chan's mouth forms a little 'o'. His face breaks into a grin as he grabs Y/N's arm. "They look like what you wore to school!"

"I know," Y/N smiles. "He has my taste."

"They look good on you, kiddo," Chan grins. "Maybe I should get a pair too."

Noah suddenly chuckles. "We got matching jumpers."

Chan's eyes widen. "Show me. You know that means we have to wear them together, right?"

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Anger Management Class

The picture burns uncomfortably in Sky's mind. The sixteen year old chews on her lower lip, drumming her fingers on the desktop as she glares at the back of her best friend's head, drilling lasers into her pretty hair.

She waits impatiently for the last ten minutes of the lesson to tick by. She's too hot, and she tugs at the tie around her neck, agitated as she pulls open the top buttons of her shirt. Anger bubbles up inside of her, and Sky breathes heavily, stirring the paper on her desk.

Discreetly, Sky pulls her phone out of her pocket and switches it on under the table. It unlocks onto the picture that feels like a punch to her stomach, and not for the first time does she wonder who the anonymous sender is. But she barely cares; the two laughing faces in the picture are as clear as day, as is their bare skin.

As soon as the bell rings, Sky scrapes her chair back and shoves her equipment into her bag. She slings it over her shoulder and completely ignores her friend's sweet smile as she turns around to face her.

"Sky! Fancy grabbing some ice cream?" The girl asks, her eyes crinkling up at her.

Sky clenches her jaw. "No. Thank you."

Confused, Ella stares at Sky. She's about to say something to her when Sky brushes past her and storms out of the classroom, the door slamming behind her.

Sky's heart thuds in her chest as she thunders down the stairs. She knows exactly where her boyfriend will be, and she bursts through the doors to the canteen as her veins continue to swim with anger.

He's in the back of the canteen, strewn like a sack of potatoes across a chair. His friends laugh as they lounge around him, the heady scent of smoke lingering around them and not for the first time does Sky wonder why on earth she agreed to date this guy.

Harry looks up as she approaches, and when he smiles at her, it's a genuine smile. It's a smile that mingles horribly with the image glued to the insides of her eyelids, constricting her breathing, and Sky shuts her eyes briefly as she tries to gather her thoughts.

"Sup, Sky?" Harry says. "You eating lunch with me?"

Sky reaches into her pocket for her phone. She tosses it onto the table, the picture glowing up at the intrigued boys.

Harry leans forward, removing his arm from the back of the seat. He frowns as he tries to make sense of the image; his eyes widen suddenly and he grabs the phone, bringing it closer to his eyes.

"Where did you get this?" Harry asks, looking up at Sky. "Who sent this to you?"

Scoffing, Sky leans forwards and snatches her phone back from his hand. She tucks it into her pocket. "Let me remind you of something," Sky says, folding her arms across her chest. She refuses to answer any of his panicked questions. "You asked me out. You begged me. For months. Literally fuck you, you two faced, ugly, son of a bitch."

"Hey, don't talk to him like that!"

Sky whirls around, incredulous as her eyes land on a sneering Ella. Sky's gaze darkens.

"Why? Should I talk to you like that instead?" Sky takes a step closer to the girl. "Fuck you, you two faced, ugly, son of a - "

The entire canteen falls silent when a crack echoes in the room; Sky freezes as her cheek rings with a stinging pain. It buzzes through her body and snaps something inside of her.

She can't help what happens next; in a fit of rage, her fist connects with Ella's jaw and the girl's head snaps back as she stumbles into a table.

"Oh shit," someone whistles just as Ella screams and charges at Sky.

She grabs at Sky's hair, pulling and tugging; Sky pushes her off only for Ella's hand to connect with her lip, her nail dragging across her skin. Ella is crying now, and Sky tries to push down the sudden bubble of laughter rising up inside of her. But it doesn't work, and she bursts into manic laughter, making the watchers around her giggle too.

"You're a bitch," Sky states in a matter of fact manner that makes Ella seethe. "Some kind of best friend you are … do you really have such shit luck with guys that you have to sleep with your best friend's boyfriend?"

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↬ genre; fluff & angst for a lil bit woo

↬ warnings; talk of perinatal depression, cursing, n labor 

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Spice One, Daddy Zero

"Mummy?" Sky jumps up onto a stool with a little difficulty as she joins her mother at the breakfast far. Y/N smiles and after wiping her hands on her apron, she kisses her eight year old on the head.

"Yes baby?" Y/N asks.

"What's for dinner?" Sky questions her mother.

Y/N leans against the counter. "What do you want for dinner?"

"Ramen!" Sky grins, her hands suddenly curling up into excited fists. "Ramen, ramen, ramen!"

Staring at the fresh ingredients she had previously set on the counter, Y/N sighs, folding her arms across her chest as a smile forms at the corners of her mouth. "Ramen? Instant ramen?"

"I agree," Chan sidles into the kitchen and wraps his arms around his wife, resting his chin on her shoulder. "Instant ramen sounds good right now."

"Really? You too?" Y/N gives him a slide glance, and when the man smiles identically to his daughter, it's all Y/N can do to give in to her family.

"Okay. Instant ramen it is then," Y/N opens a cupboard and pulls out a multipack of her family's favourite ramen.

She pulls out two saucepans; one for most of the ramen, and another specifically for her husband.

"Actually," Chan looks smug as he folds his arms across his chest. "I'm going to eat the spicy ones today too."

Y/N raises an eyebrow. "Are you?"

Chan nods. "Yeah. I can one hundred percent eat spice today."

"Are you feeling okay?" Y/N asks, her incredulous face making Sky burst into a fit of giggles. "Do you need to see the doctor? I think there's enough time, I can book you an appointment."

"Ha-ha," Chan says dryly, rolling his eyes. "I'm fine. I'm just able to eat spicy things now."

Y/N purses her lips, trying not to laugh. She clears her throat as she puts one of the saucepans away again, side glancing at Noah knowingly who's just come down the stairs. "Okay."

Noah stares at his father. "You're going to eat spicy food? Today?"

Chan nods proudly. "Of course I am."

"Are you sick?" Noah asks, making Y/N laughs as she opens up the ramen packets.

Chan sighs, folding his arms across his chest as his gaze flits between his wife and his son. "You're both mean. Have a little faith in me."

He then smiles down at Sky who's watching everyone in mild interest; she's too focused on chewing raw noodles to care about anything.

"Do you believe in daddy, Little Cloud?" Chan playfully asks his daughter as he caresses her hair.

Sky blinks up at him. "Are you not real?"

Y/N and Noah both laugh at that, Chan chuckling as he crouches down in front of the confused girl.

"Of course I'm real," Chan laughs. "I mean, do you believe that daddy can eat spice?"

Sky nods placidly. "Sure."

"That means no," Y/N snorts, and Chan sighs expressively as he scoops Sky into his arms. He takes the empty noodle packet from her hands and tosses it into the bin.

"Don't turn her against me," Chan sticks his tongue out at his wife, making the two kids laugh at their parents.

Once Y/N has finished cooking the ramen, she sets the saucepan down on a coaster in the middle of the breakfast bar and they gather around on the stools, each of them taking their favourite bowls. Chan helps put noodles into Sky's bowl, and Noah helps himself as Y/N sets down a glass beside her husband.

Chan squints at the milk. "I don't need any."

Y/N smiles secretly as she sits down beside him. "Well, we'll see."

"I'm not joking," Chan says seriously. He pushes the milk away in defiance. "I don't need milk."

Resisting the urge to laugh, Y/N hides her mirth by shovelling noodles into her mouth. She watches over the rim of her bowl as Chan does the same, sounds of joy escaping his mouth upon his first bite.

Y/N waits. She fixes her gaze upon her husband through her lashes, watching as his chewing slows down. She waits for it … three … two … one …

Chan clears his throat. Once. Twice. He violently shakes his head, before taking another mouthful. This time he sets his chopsticks down over the bowl and he covers his mouth with his hand as his eyes start to water.

"Everything okay?" Y/N asks innocently, continuing to hide her amusement as she drinks the milk her husband has vacated. She can't handle spice at all - she doesn't hide it though, casually drinking half the glass.

Chan's eyes glint as he stares at his wife. "Everything is great."

Noah watches quietly as he dumps more ramen into his bowl. Oblivious as always, Sky kicks her legs chaotically under the table as she chews her ramen as if she's eating the least spicy thing in the world.

"How's the ramen babies?" Y/N asks Noah and Sky. "Noey, do you need some milk?"

"I'll have some afterwards," Noah replies, inhaling deeply. "Dad, are you okay? Your face is going red."

Chan grunts. He coughs slightly. He blinks rapidly. He attempts a third mouthful, only to choke violently, his hand immediately going to his chest.

"Okay," Chan wheezes, haphazardly trying to breathe more air in. "Y/N, did you put extra spice in this to fuck me over?"

"Christopher Bahng, mind your language," Y/N scolds her husband as Noah grins the way he always does when his father forgets to speak … respectfully. "And for the record, no I didn't."

Chan whines, clutching his head. "You're lying."

Sky suddenly giggles, excited as her father begins to rock backwards and forwards on his stool, the furniture tapping against the floor. "Daddy I don't believe in you anymore."

"I don't believe in me either," Chan breathes heavily as he scans the table; his eyes land on the milk next to his wife and he reaches for the glass, clumsily downing the last of the beverage, half of it spilling down his chin in his eagerness to put out the heat building inside of him.

Y/N tuts at his unusual messiness. She leans over the counter and grabs a tissue before leaning towards him and gently mopping up the milk off of his face. "You're a literal child."

"Daddy's five," Sky declares, one of her uncle Seungmin's favourite phrases coming to mind. "Five year old vs spice. Spice one, daddy zero."

"Stop," Chan squeaks, his fists shaking atop the table. "This must be a prank."

"No, you're just weak," Y/N giggles; she can't stop herself anymore, not when her husband looks like a crimson steam train. "I thought you said you could eat spice now?"

Chan groans as he angrily slurps up the remains of the noodles in his bowl. He glares at the bowl as he wipes his mouth with the back of his mouth. "The spice betrayed me."

The spice hits him harder than before and he doubles over; his children laugh at him with no remorse, knowing this was going to happen all along.

Shaking her head fondly, Y/N gets up from her seat and heads to the fridge. She retrieves the milk and pours it into the empty glass before pushing it towards him, Chan gratefully gulping it down as though it's oxygen.

"I'll make you the mild ones," Y/N cracks up all over again as Chan sighs with momentary relief. She reaches for the cupboard but Chan shakes his head.

"No, don't," Chan says. "There's no point … I'll just eat these."

"And be locked up in the bathroom for the whole of tomorrow?" Y/N quips, the children shrieking with laughter all over again as Chan bristles with embarrassment.

He makes a mental note to somehow get his wife back later when the children are asleep.

"Yeah, no thanks," Y/N continues, reaching for another saucepan. "Don't you dare touch anymore of those. Kids, if he tries to eat that ramen, you have my permission to stop him."

Noah and Sky giggle as Chan sags in his seat like a defeated puppy. But he smiles with secret relief; if he's completely honest with himself, he really couldn't stomach another bite of the sadistic food.

"Love you," he calls over to his wife.

Y/N smiles. Then Sky pipes up, making her snort heavily.

"Daddy, how does it feel to be beaten by an eight year old?" She asks smugly, brandishing her empty bowl at Chan. "I finished all my noodles and I didn't need any milk."

Chan sighs, though a loving smile spreads across his face. "Where did you get your love for spice from, hmm? It definitely wasn't from me or your mama."

"Aunty Banana," Sky says proudly. "Aunty Banana always gives me spicy ramen when we go over."

"That's true," Chan laughs, remembering the amount of times his sister and his daughter teamed up together to eat spicy food without the rest of the family. "You're both crazy."

"And you're five," Sky says simply. "I'm three years older than you."

Chan stares. He's not sure how to respond to such a bizarre statement, so he pats her head and pushes the saucepan of ramen further away from his reach.

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My Universe

Chan's large arms slide around your waist as he deposits himself on the floor behind you; you lean back into him in surprise, turning your head to look at him.

"Can I do your makeup?" Chan asks you, gesturing to your makeup products laid out on the floor infront of you.

You blink. "What?"

Chan giggles, cuddling you closer to him. "I always watch the makeup noonas do everyone's makeup and I want to see if I'd be good at it."

"Alright," you grin, turning around to face your husband. "Go wild. Knock yourself out."

Chuckling, Chan slides himself into your lap, his knees on either side of you. You look up at him, his position making him a lot taller than you, and you can't help but grin at his face; he leans down and gently cups your jaw, his soft lips tracing your own in a soft kiss.

"Probably best to get it all out before I have lipstick on me," you murmur against his mouth, and Chan laughs, biting on your bottom lip. You hum against him and you pull him into you, holding his waist against your stomach.

"Okay, okay," Chan pulls away a few minutes later, rolling his eyes. "Gosh, stop distracting me Y/N."

"Excuse you - "

Chan cuts you off with another kiss and a mischievous laugh as he winks at your aghast face. You sigh dramatically at him and drop your head against his chest, the man reaching for your makeup.

"This is primer right?" Chan holds up a bottle, and you snort, taking the bottle away from him.

"Yes Chan, that's a primer," you nod, pushing it away from him. "But it's not a face primer. It's a canvas primer."

Chan bursts into laughter. "Why do you have that in here? You don't paint in here."

"I don’t know Channie, I don't know," you giggle, pressing a different bottle into his hand. "Here."

"Okay this is definitely for your face right?" Chan teases you, and you poke him in his sides, making the man yelp. He grins goofily as he pumps the liquid into his fingers before rubbing them together.

Then, eyebrows furrowed in concen, Chan starts rubbing the product onto your face; his fingers are adorably gentle against your skin, the slight roughness of his fingertips making you smile fondly to yourself. You mentally make a note to give him a little manicure later.

"Have you done with caressing my face yet?" You tease your husband, who's eyes have started to soften as they state at your face. You're sure you can even see tiny hearts floating around in his pupils, his thumbs stroking your cheeks every so softly.

Chan splutters. "I was not."

"You were. Hearts in your eyes and everything," you point out. Clearing his throat, Chan flushes a dark shade of pink, his lips curving up into a shy smile as he rumbles around your things for his next item.

"Anyway," Chan clears his throat again as he picks up a little compact which he flips open. "Ooh there's a mirror. Hello Chris."

You giggle at his inner child coming out to play at the sight of a mirror. "You're so cute."

"No, you are," Chan counters. "Stop trying to distract me. I'm working."

"Oh right. Sorry. My bad, makeup oppa," you immediately cringe as the word leaves your mouth, and you tangle your fingers into the soft material of Chan's hoodie. "Damn. Makeup noona sounds way better."

You sigh as Chan has to put down the compact, his body shaking as he laughs at you, his hands rubbing over his face. "Makeup oppa? Really?"

"No, definitely not," you whine, slapping him on the arm as he continues to laugh at you, his forehead dropping onto your shoulder in silent laughter. "I hate it here."

"Just call me makeup noona," Chan wheezes, rubbing his teary eyes. "Makeup noona Chris."

"Makeup noona Chris?" You repeat, eyebrow raised.

"Yes?"

You roll both your eyes up to the ceiling in defeat. "Oh gracious."

With another giggle, Chan picks up the compact again and slips his fingers through the little puff. He pats it into the foundation, and slipping his index finger under your chin to lift your face up, he gently starts patting the puff onto your skin.

"You don't even need foundation," Chan pouts, pressing the foundation in a light layer over your forehead. "You're pretty without it."

"You little fuck, I say that to you all the time when you whine about looking better with your makeup," you groan as Chan continues to pout at you.

"Yeah but you're actually pretty without it, I'm not," Chan mumbles, and with a sigh, you slide your fingers around to the nape of his neck and pull him down do you can kiss him firmly on the lips.

You pour the words that you can't say out loud into the kiss, hoping he'll feel what you want him to. You slide your fingers up his hoodie and smooth them over his back, his muscles taut under your touch and his skin as soft as ever.

Pulling away slightly, you let your kisses trail over his jaw, over his bare cheeks and his forehead, before you press a soft kiss to his nose. The man is now properly blushing, his fair skin the hue of a ripe tomato and you giggle as you nuzzle your nose against his.

"You sir, are beautiful," you murmur, lips grazing his. "I've told you that about a million times, and I'll continue to tell you even when you finally understand just how beautiful you are."

"Y/N … " Chan whines, dropping his head to hide in the crook of your neck. "Stop making me shy."

You smile at that as you rub your husband's back, resting your cheek against his shoulder. "Then stop saying such silly things."

Mumbling something about annoying wives, Chan sits back up with a soft smile on his face, his hands coming up to cup your face. "I thought I told you to stop distracting me."

"And I thought I told you to stop calling yourself ugly," you counter, making Chan chuckle as he leans down to kiss your forehead.

"Okay, okay, touché," Chan chuckles, as he settles himself against your lap again. You lean back against the wall, watching as Chan rummages around for a particular brush.

Finding it, he picks up a small palette and without saying anything, he begins to dust powder over your cheekbones.

You planned on watching everything your husband is doing, but after a while, you get distracted by the concentration on his face; there's something so endearing about the lines near his eyebrows, the constant pursing of his lips and the flattening of them as he sits back to survey his work. His eyes thin out into little slits before they widen again and sparkle as he picks up something else, his palm hiding it from your view.

"Do you have a tiny brush?" Chan asks suddenly, fingering your range of brushes. "Like a little paint brush."

"Hmm," you reach for your huge makeup case near you and pry open the lid before pulling out the rest of the brushes. "Any of these good?"

"Woah," Chan's mouth falls open at the rest of your makeup. "So this is why you're broke every month. Now it all makes sense."

"Hey!" You laugh indignantly, swatting at him. "That is not true."

Chan winks as he reaches for a thin pencil brush, and he starts rifling amongst the other things in the box. With a couple of interested noises, he pulls out a few things and sets them down beside him. "Close your eyes, baby girl."

You do as you're told, and you soon feel him sliding the soft bristles over your eyelids. A while later you feel the brush over your cheeks, and you can't help but open your eyes.

"What are you doing?" You ask curiously.

Chan shrugs, a shy expression coating his face. "Making a mess."

"I swear, if you're drawing dicks - "

"I'm not!" Chan protests, making you laugh. "Though if I did you'd still look beautiful."

You scoff. "You're a flatterer, Mr Bang."

"Only for you."

You shake your head and let him continue, gradually growing impatient; he's been doing thus for ages now, and you long to see what sort of makeup he's done on you.

"Okay last thing," Chan says suddenly, as if sensing your thoughts. He screws open a bottle of lip gloss and points it towards your mouth just as you move, the applicator skidding across your lips and into your mouth.

"Ew," you aggressively drop your tongue out of your mouth just as Chan bursts into more laughter, his thumb coming to wipe away the stray gloss from your face. "Actually, it doesn't taste that bad."

"Y/N if you're hungry you could have said," Chan shakes his head, swiping the gloss over your mouth. "No need to eat the makeup."

"Ha ha very funny," you giggle. Chan reaches for a mirror after he closes the lip gloss, and he holds it up to your face, bottom lip caught in-between his teeth in apprehension.

You blink at yourself in the mirror as your mouth drops open; you look … stunning. Your skin is completely flawless, the prettiest shade of pink sweeping over your cheekbones, and the perfect amount of glow emanating from your skin. But the things that catch your attention the most are the tiny holographic stars glittering over your cheeks and your eyes and freckles, each one twinkling a different colour as you move your head side to side. They're so perfectly drawn on that you start to tear up and you look up at Chan, adoration painted all over your face.

"No, baby don't cry! I only just finished," Chan yelps, gently dabbing at your eyes. "Is it bad? Do you … not like it? I'm sorry I - "

"Chan," you grab at him in exasperation, looking him in the eyes. "Chan it's beautiful, you doofus. You did amazing baby. Thank you."

Chan's shoulders sag in relief as a huge grin spreads across his cheeks. "Wait really? Do you really like it?"

"I love it," you grin as you lean forward and slide your arms around him, hugging him tight. "But why all the stars?"

Chan looks sheepish then, a blush creeping across his cheeks as he rubs the nape of his neck. "Well … every universe has stars. And … and you're my universe."

It takes a few minutes for his words to set in, and when they do, your eyes start tearing up again. Chan notices first and he starts laughing nervously, cupping your face in his hands.

"Y/N your makeup!" He repeats, giggling as you start aggressively blinking the tears away. You both start laughing and you lean your forehead against his, staring at his eyes reflecting the stars on your cheeks.

"I'm your universe?" You ask him softly, tracing your fingers over his cheeks as he nods against you, the very tip of your noses touching.

"Of course you are," Chan hums, pulling you closer to him. "All mine."

"You're my universe too," you whisper, and Chan giggles, bumping your forehead against yours.

"I am?"

"You are," you nod, and then you reach for the same brush he used for your stars. "You need matching stars. May I?"

Chan grins, handing you the pot of glitter. "You may."

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Runaway Princess (M) ~Bang Chan

Pairing: RoyalKnight!Chan x Princess!Reader Themes: Angst, Smut, Fluff, Strangers to Lovers, AU - Mediaeval Setting Warnings: mentions and depictions of domestic abuse (unrelated to Chan), graphic depictions of intercourse (smut warnings under the cut). hope i didn’t miss anything Word Count: 16822 | AO3 Summary: Your best friend has sent her most trusted knight to help you escape your abusive home, an intriguing man with many facets you can’t wait to uncover.

Author’s Note: this piece started as just the mountain scene… but before i knew i wanted to expand more on it, blacked out, and suddenly it was twice as long. anyway, if you’re reading this, hope you enjoy! know that feedback is always appreciated.

Where The Sun Don't Shine

Her tongue sticking out of the corner of her mouth in concentration, Sky glares at herself in her mirror. She tugs at the stripey fabric around her neck, crossing the two sides over each other. It slips up and over her shirt's white colour and she sighs, dropping the tie to the floor in defiance.

Just then, there's a knock on her bedroom door. "Sky? Princess, can I come in?"

"Yeah," the eleven year old sighs and the door opens revealing a grinning Chan holding a goofy mug; it's ceramic and sports little frogs all over it, Sky's favourite.

"I brought you some Milo," Chan says, setting the steaming mug down on her little desk. "And your mama has made you some 'good luck' pancakes."

Sky raises an eyebrow curiously. "How are they different from normal pancakes?"

Chan chuckles and sits down on the edge of his daughter's bed. It's unmade, and he reaches for her frog plushie, absentmindedly running his hands over the soft fur. "I have no idea."

Then his gaze flits over Sky's new uniform and his face breaks into a sudden grin. "My baby girl looks all grown up today, huh? She's a big girl now."

"I can't do my tie," Sky scowls and she points to the tie on the floor. "It's too slippery."

Chan can't help but laugh. "Come here, I'll do it for you."

Bending down to pick the tie up from the floor, Sky stomps over to her father in her new shoes. They're heavy and look awkward on her feet, her socks already falling down her shins. She holds the tie out to Chan and the man takes it from her, slipping his hand into hers and pulling her closer.

"The first thing you need to do," Chan says gently as he takes a hold of her collars. He flips them up, and the stiff material creates a little barrier around Sky's neck that makes the girl giggle. "Is this."

"Why?" Sky asks.

"Well, the tie is supposed to go under the collar, right?" Chan asks. She nods. "If you turn the collar up first, you can tie the tie and then flip it back down afterwards."

He slips the tie around her neck. "Now, one side has to be longer than the other … like this," he tugs at the right side, making sure that side is longer than the left. Then grabbing a hold of both sides, he crosses the right side over the left.

"You tuck this longer piece in through this gap," Chan brings the right piece through the middle before wrapping it to the right. "And then you wrap it around and tuck it in from the front … "

He then wraps it around to the left and brings it through the gap again. "Now, see this little pocket we've made here?"

Sky looks down and watches as her father tugs at a little gap in the fabric. She nods.

"You tuck this end through here," Chan tucks it in the gap and pulls at it from the other side. "If you pull at the bottom piece of the tie, it'll make the knot tighter. And if you tug at the top … " He does as he says and pushes the Windsor knot up to her neck. "It tightens the tie as a whole. Now, you just flip the collar down, give it a little wiggle … done!"