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«born of a star»
𝕕𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔻𝕀𝕃𝔽 𝕃𝕚𝕒𝕞 𝔾𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕒𝕘𝕙𝕖𝕣
my sweet angel with his soft & pretty hair
these pics give the exact same vibe
What will be the reader's routine when Liam Gallagher gets married? What will the wedding or lovemaking be like? Especially when the reader has children, Jane and Lennon. I love your writing so I hope you write this even if it is short. 😊🫡
Hey! Hope you liked it ♡
The morning light began filtering through the curtains, casting soft shadows across the room. The world outside was only just waking up, but inside this space,everything felt suspended in time. The only sound was their gentle breathing, tangled together beneath the sheets.
Liam was the first to stir, his warm body pressed against hers. With a lazy sigh, he slowly opened his eyes and smiled as he saw her, still peacefully asleep beside him. Her hair was a tousled mess, her face softened by sleep, and he felt a wave of affection swell within him.
Without rushing, he traced his fingers over the bare skin of her waist, drawing slow, lazy circles, just to see her shift. She sighed softly, still lost in her dreams.
"Morning, love," he murmured, his voice rough with sleep.
She mumbled something unintelligible and curled further into the sheets.
Liam grinned, leaning in to press a slow, lingering kiss to her shoulder. "Wake up, woman. I’m getting bored."
She let out a sleepy laugh, eyes still closed. "And what exactly do you expect me to do about that?"
"Give me attention." He let his lips brush over the curve of her neck, his voice laced with playful mischief. "Or I’ll have to take drastic measures."
"Drastic measures, is it?" She finally cracked one eye open, meeting his teasing gaze.
"Exactly." He smirked, letting his lips wander down her neck towards her shoulder.
She sighed at the feel of his warm mouth against her skin, the way he took his time, savouring every second, always leaving her breathless.
"You wake up with far too much energy," she murmured, shivering as he nipped lightly at her shoulder.
"Not my fault my wife is irresistible," he murmured against her skin, his lips tracing a slow, teasing path back up her neck.
"Also, you should know by now… I’m a man who enjoys a good morning routine."
She let out a quiet laugh, her fingers threading through his hair. "Oh, so this is part of your routine now?"
"Every single day." He pressed a lingering kiss to her collarbone before moving back up, his scruffy beard grazing her skin and sending shivers down her spine.
She opened her eyes and met his—deep blue, intense, filled with that familiar mix of pure adoration and undeniable desire. He always did this—looked at her as though she were the only thing in the world that mattered.
"You should let me sleep a little longer," she teased, running her hands over his shoulders.
"I should," he admitted, a lazy grin tugging at his lips. "But where’s the fun in that?"
Before she could answer, he captured her lips in a slow, teasing kiss—one that started soft but quickly deepened, making her forget everything else. She melted into him, pulling him even closer.
The bedroom door suddenly burst open.
"DAD! MUM!"
Lennon and Jane came charging in, leaping onto the bed without warning. Liam flopped onto his back dramatically, clutching his chest.
You laughed as the two little bodies landed on the bed, Lennon already clambering into your lap, his tiny hands gripping your arm.
"And what do you two want at this hour?" you asked, looking at Lennon’s grinning face.
His eyes sparkled with excitement. "Pancakes!" he declared as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
Jane, now snuggled beneath the duvet beside you, nodded eagerly. "With loads of chocolate!"
Liam let out an exaggerated sigh, rubbing a hand over his face. "So let me get this straight… You woke your parents up—who were sleeping perfectly well—just for food?"
Lennon tried to keep a straight face, but a giggle escaped before he could even answer. "We also wanted to see you..." He paused dramatically. "But we also really want pancakes."
You laughed, pulling Jane closer and pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
"At least they’re honest."
Liam crossed his arms, pretending to be unimpressed. "And why exactly should I make pancakes for you two?"
Jane crawled over to him and cupped his face with her tiny hands. "Because you’re the best dad in the world."
Liam sighed, feigning defeat. "Alright, alright. But you’re both helping, understood?"
The two cheered, immediately scrambling off the bed and dashing towards the kitchen.
You looked at Liam, who was still sprawled across the sheets, his expression a mix of frustration and amusement.
"Definitely not how I wanted to start my morning," he muttered, rolling over to hover above you, his lips barely brushing against yours.
You smiled, running your fingers through his hair. "That’s parent life, love. Better get used to it."
He sighed dramatically, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose. "I’ll get used to it… as long as we can pick up where we left off later."
You laughed, playfully pushing him away. "If the kids go to bed early."
He narrowed his eyes, determined. "I’m making them run around all day."
With one last stolen kiss, he rolled out of bed, pulling on his crumpled t-shirt before following the kids to the kitchen.
You stayed there for a moment, listening to the sound of laughter echoing through the house, and smiled.
The End
HIS SMILE AWWW
And the cake 😭❤️
No me gusta en realidad
₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊ Random Liam hcs ₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊
ꨄ Whenever he’s doing some chores around the house, he’s always talking to you. Rambling on about something that happened, even when you’re in a different room.
ꨄ︎ Sleeps with one leg dramatically hanging off the bed.
ꨄ︎ He tries to help you cook but fails miserably and probably ends up just putting on a tune and dancing around the kitchen, acting silly.
ꨄ︎ He has a favorite mug for his tea.
ꨄ︎ Tries to surprise you by doing chores but ends up failing terribly, one time he tried to do the laundry and ended up shrinking a bunch of socks.
ꨄ︎ Always sits with his legs way too wide open when he’s sitting on the couch.
ꨄ︎ Forever telling his mates how great you are. “I’m telling you she’s fuckin’ incredible”
ꨄ︎ Constantly singing along really loudly to songs.