#anyway. I’m still a bit fixated on him but it’s mostly out of boredom now tbh

[beatledumpster]

A melancholic troubadour sings his songs to whoever will listen…

[tooweirdforyou]

OP Boys & Surprise Kisses

A/N : I’m not taking requests but give me some ideas for like reactions that I can do in headcannons and such. This is kind of fun! I was mostly inspired by a Haikyuu writer here, @ haikyuuphilia I think was their user.

Their headcannons for stuff is really adorable!! And then ones by other writers that were like tiktok based? AMAZING! 😂

It’s the Strawhats :p if you want the others, let me know who- USOPP’s IS A LITTLE— all of them are rushed.

Summary : ONLY FOUR of the one piece boys receiving or giving surprise kisses.

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LUFFY gives a wide grin as he jumps down from standing on Sunny’s head and onto the main deck, where you stood. “[Name]!”

“Captain! What’s up?” The soft smile you gave and the brushing of your hair behind your ear sent the smallest amount of butterflies into his stomach as Luffy smiles wider.

“You wanna eat a snack with me?” He eagerly asks, a gleam of excitement running in his eyes.

You glance at the sky for a moment before chuckling at Luffy. “Dinner’s almost done, do you think Sanji will let you eat a snack before dinner?”

Luffy began to pout at your question. “He doesn’t have to know.. please! Captain’s orders!” He suddenly gave a smug look in victory.

Rolling your eyes a bit at his childish antics, you couldn’t suppress the smile that came. “Fine.. if I must. What snack would you like to eat together, Captain?”

“Pocky!”

“Ah. Sure.”

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“Where’d you get this anyway?”

Luffy hums as he chews the stick, chomping away until he reaches the end and went to grab another piece.

“The cabinet. It had a sticky note, saying Nami’s name but I’m sure she won’t mind!~” he sang, making you sweatdrop, just thinking of the red-head’s fury if she found out her precious snack was taken.

Sighing softly, you only chewed your piece quietly, letting it stick out as your lips brought it into your mouth more, each bite you took.

While Luffy ate chocolate, yours was [ flavor ]. “It’s almost time for dinner. Are you going to have the appetite to finish everything Sanji made?”

“Look who you’re talking to, [ Name ]! Have a little more faith in me.” Luffy laughs and you chuckle, relaxing at his comment. “You’re right.”

“Hey, is that any good?” Pointing to the stick hanging from your lips that quickly disappeared at the last bite, you shrug. “It’s pretty good.”

Grabbing another stick, you put it into your mouth and then showed him the box to offer him some.

Luffy blinks as he glances at the box and then at you, continuing to eat the new piece and up until it was halfway into your mouth, he smiled widely.

Leaning forward, Luffy opens his mouth to bite off the end sticking out from your lips and went further enough until your lips just grazed, but enough that it touched.

Your eyes widened in shock as Luffy quickly bites off the end and pulls away, chewing happily and awed at the taste. “It’s delicious! Let me have another one!”

Luffy didn’t seem to realize what he just did, practically having kissed you, or perhaps he didn’t care. His cheeks were pink, so obviously he knew what he did, but he just grinned.

“Uh.. sure, here.”

Unsure of how to react, you only blush lightly at the action as you held up the box, looking away as Sanji calls everyone for dinner, Luffy’s cheeky laughter filling the air.

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ZORO, sitting in his training room, sat casually. One hand with a manga opened and the other lifting up some heavy weights with ease.

“Zoro.” Knocking on the door twice before letting yourself in, you see him training once again in his room and sighed.

“[Name].” He grunts a bit as he sets the weights down and looks at you towards the door. “How’d you get in?”

Instead of responding, you simply held up your own key to his apartment and Zoro narrows his eyes before closing them. “Right.. what’s up?”

“Nothing much. Went to the movies but it was boring, so I’m crashing here.”

Making your way over towards his bed, you drop your bag on the ground and plop yourself on the soft sheet-covered mattress.

Zoro’s brow visibly twitched at your actions as he sighed once more. “Whatever.” He knew he couldn’t stop you anyways so he didn’t bother to argue. “I’m going to keep training.”

“Sure.” Reaching over to the drawer table and grabbing a magazine, you lazily opened one up and skimmed it.

Meanwhile, Zoro began to do sit-ups, moving his weights and manga aside and placed his arms behind his head.

With ease, Zoro began to do sit-ups, counting inside his head silently.

Finding no particular interest in the magazine, you groan inaudibly in boredom and sigh, turning to face Zoro working out.

You swing your legs back in forth in the air, watching him before slowly getting up off the bed.

Finding a bag of chips on the ground, you pick it up and unravel it open, waddling over to Zoro before kneeling by his feet, watching him sit up and give you a look as he did so.

“What are you doing?” He mutters as he continues his sit-ups.

You simply shrug as you pop a chip into your mouth, chewing it quietly and sat cross legged in front of him. “Eating. Want one?”

Zoro furrows his brows, ignoring you. You didn’t say anything as you sat and ate peacefully, examining the bag to see the flavor. “These are pretty good, where’d you get these?” You hum.

“Did you only come over to annoy me and eat my food?”

You puff your cheeks and swallow your bite. “Of course not. I’m trying to find myself some entertainment. You working out isn’t too entertaining but it’s better than nothing.”

Zoro scowls for a moment, stopping as he sat up to narrow his eyes at you. “You’re distracting me. Get out.”

“No.”

Irritated, Zoro pulls the bag of chips away from you and tosses it behind him, not caring if it spilled everywhere, his eyes fixated and glaring a bit at you.

“You’re a pain.”

“Thank you.”

You smile at his annoyed expression as he began to proceed his session, as you watch him.

Then, as he went back down onto the ground, you lean forward and position yourself between his legs.

As Zoro sat up, accomplishing another sit-up, he met face to face with you, inches apart.

“What?”

You smile innocently and tilt your head, pressing your lips against his in a swift movement.

After the quick peck, you pull away and gave him a cute grin.

“Hi.”

Zoro pauses for a brief moment, and in that moment, heat began rising to his cheeks, reaching the tips of his ears. He sat stiff, processing your action.

“Want another one?”

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USOPP, working away at his desk as he played around to tweak at one of his newest creations, suddenly stopped when he saw the classroom door open.

“Oh, hey [Name]! Did you finish your lunch?” His cheery smile was contagious enough to bring one onto your lips, giggling at the sight of him.

“I did. I was wondering where you were. You usually don’t miss lunch, it’s one of your favorite times of day, since it’s a break from classes.”

Usopp chuckles at your response, not really offended since it was true. “Well I wanted to use this time to work on this.”

Gesturing to his hand-made work in his hands, you awe at it. “Impressive, as always.” You hum and Usopp gave a bashful grin, shutting his eyes.

“It’s nothing really, just another piece of work using my amateur skills, is all. I’m no professional or anything~”

“Still, it’s pretty incredible regardless.” You compliment and Usopp felt his heart skip a beat.

Clearing his throat, Usopp didn’t say anything else as he watched you pull up a chair beside him.

“By the way, do you want a kiss?”

Usopp, distracted, barely registered what you had just asked him. “H-Huh?”

“A kiss?” You repeated, reaching into your pocket as Usopp continued to misinterpret your words. “H-H-Hey, now! What’s gotten into you? I—“

“What are you freaking out about, Usopp? Here.”

Feeling the familiar shape in your pocket, you pull it out and held it in front of him, quickly shutting him up as he stared at it in shock and disbelief.

It was a Hershey kiss.

Usopp’s eyes widened in realization as a dark blush began to take over his cheeks. “...Oh..”

“You want one?” You hum, beginning to unwrap it and placed it into your mouth, reaching for another one in your pocket. “I brought some to lunch but since you didn’t come, I thought I’d give it to you here.”

Stuttering since he was obviously embarrassed, Usopp turns down to his creation and cleared his throat. “S-Sure.. I thought you meant..” he trailed off, biting his tongue to keep from saying more.

Though, part of him was just a bit disappointed. He didn’t say anything though.

You heard him and chuckled a bit. “You thought I meant a real kiss?”

Usopp didn’t say anything and somehow, his face only became darker in response.

Continuing to search your pockets, only to become empty handed, you sigh, frowning a bit, which your long-nosed friend noticed. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m out of chocolate.”

Usopp blinks before smiling lightly. “It’s okay, I didn’t want one that badly anyways.” He assures, seeing you continuing to look.

You only frown more as you kept the chocolate in your mouth, making sure you didn’t bite it before widening your eyes and humming. An idea came to your head.

“Hey, Usopp?”

“Yeah?”

Turning to you, Usopp didn’t even blink before seeing you grab his chin and tilt your head, leaning close.

And then lips connected.

Since you gripped his chin, you pulled it down a bit to let his lips part and using the best of your ability of your tongue skills, you tried to maneuver the chocolate in your mouth over towards Usopp’s.

Usopp didn’t know what was going on. His heart was beating a million beats a second, he was ready to die, his heart ready to burst.

It wasn’t until he felt the sweet chocolate in his mouth, melting on his tongue, did he snap back to reality and realize what was happening.

And by then, you had already pulled away and was now smirking at him cheekily, leaning on your palm, elbow on his desk.

“Tasty?”

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SANJI added the finishing touches to his dish before giving a heavy sigh of satisfaction at the sight.

“Another day, another successful new dish prepared.”

Wiping his hands against his apron, Sanji gave a proud smile as he set it on the counter, just as the door opened, ringing the bell that hung.

“Hello! Welcome to the Baratie Diner.” His eyes widens when he sees you before his lips curves into a warm smile.

“Welcome back, [Name]-dear! It’s always a pleasure to see you~” Sanji sang and you chuckle, waving to him as you place the bag in your hands on top of the countertop in front of him.

“Glad to be back, Sanji. I’m surprised no one’s here.” You say and Sanji chuckles. “It’s usually slow on these days, but it’s a nice change of pace. What do you got here?”

“Latest bakes from my bakery. Thought I’d give you a piece to try. Do you mind?”

“Of course not, anything for you.” He assures, unwrapping the bag and seeing the small box.

Delicately pulling off the ribbon that tied it, he watch the box unfold itself to reveal the cupcake you baked earlier today.

“It’s just a little something I made, but everything is from scratch! From the wrapper, to the cream and sweets on top.” You hum and Sanji vividly awes.

“This looks stunning, [Name].” He mumbles and you gave a bashful smile, chuckling. “Thanks.”

You then notice the plate beside the box and hum. “What’s this?” You curiously peek at it and bit your lip at how delicious the aroma was.

“My latest dish. Would you like to try it?” He laughs heartily, noticing your action and temptation. “Go ahead!” He grins, grabbing a fork for you to use which you gratefully took.

“Don’t mind if I do.” You giggle and scooped up a piece of the dish and brought it to your lips, eating it hungrily. “Oh, wow. Incredible as always!”

Sanji, flattered, just grins widely and childishly at your compliment. He then turns to the cupcake and smiles softer, picking it up carefully.

“And I’m sure this one will be just as tasty.”

Gently, Sanji brought the cupcake closer to his lips and bit down on it.

Now usually, he’d put it on a plate and eat with a fork, but he was pretty impatient to try it.

Sanji widens his eyes as he began to chew, pulling the cupcake away. “[Name], this tastes amazing!” Pure amazement and stars filled his eyes, not realizing the frosting stuck to his upper lip.

“Really? I’m glad!” You smile cheerfully, looking to him before laughing lightly. “Sanji, you have a little something there.”

Gesturing to his lip, Sanji instinctively licked his lower lip, which made you laugh further.

“Here.” Reaching over, you pull him closer and used your finger to wipe it off.

Seeing it gone, you nod approvingly and sat back as you brought your finger to your lip and licked the frosting off.

Sanji’s cheeks warms at the action, inducting a shy smile from him as he set the cupcake down. “[Name], you have a little something too.”

“Yeah?” Bringing your hand up to wipe it off, Sanji grabbed your wrist to stop you. “Let me, my dear.”

And so, he leaned in and softly pressed his lips against yours, eyes shutting and a soft smile present.

Seconds later, he pulls away and smiles warmly.

“I got it.”

You were definitely flustered and surprised to say the least, his amused smile widening at the sight of your pink cheeks.

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A/N : Yahooo~ hope this was okay! Particularly proud of Zoro’s idk why. I definitely rushed this though.

If you want more or reactions or tiktok couple stuff, let me know!

I’m a little upset because I might have to cancel the lunar year event thing :/ I only did one day, which is Law.. which isn’t even that good lol.

[latent-thoughts]

The Pursuit of a Simple Life (Chapter 2 - Pizza My Heart)

[Co-Authored with @emeraldrosequartz​]

Rating : 18+ (there be lots of citrus here).

Warning: None

Pairing: Loki/Original Female Character

Summary: Three years after returning to Earth with the other Asgardians following Ragnarok, Loki finds himself working for SHIELD, truly just trying to fight the boredom. While on an undercover mission, he unexpectedly begins to fall for his co-worker, Gemma, and she seems to feel the same way…about Dave, his alter ego while in disguise. Can Loki continue a relationship with her while keeping his true identity a secret? How many lies can the 'God of lies' spin to keep his pursuit of a simple life?

[Post-Thor: Ragnarok (2017); THOR IS A GOOD BRO AND TOTALLY NOT HOW HE WAS IN RAGNAROK, THNX; Infinity War Doesn't Exist; Everyone lives]

A/N: Gemma and 'Dave' get to know each other a bit more over 'doggy style' pizza. And then she discovers certain things about him which are just too-good-to-be-true.

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IMPORTANT NOTES:

Bold Text = Loki's POV

Normal Text = Gemma's POV

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She took his hand, hoping he couldn’t feel her shaking. She felt like she was in a daze. Of Dave. A Dave Daze...

The restaurant - called “Pizza My Heart” (how awkward!) - was only a block away, so they walked over and found a booth next to the salad bar where the table wasn’t dirty or sticky.

After a few giddy minutes, Gemma finally relaxed enough to enjoy their conversation after her first slice of the “Doggy Style” pizza - Dave insisted he didn’t know what the term meant, but Gemma had her doubts. Still, she couldn’t bring herself to actually say what it meant.

And they talked...for hours. They talked about how stupid their jobs were, mostly. But he asked her so many questions about herself...she felt... special. Dave made her feel interesting and funny and cool. And as she got more comfortable with him...she started seeing him as less intimidatingly handsome and more...approachable. Like he might actually be more than just a distant infatuation.

Suddenly, the waiter told them that they were closing. Gemma looked around--they were the only ones left in the restaurant, and she hadn’t even noticed.

And it was two in the morning.

“Oh my GOD! I’m going to be a wreck tomorrow...” she groaned, but with a very happy smile on her face. “That’s ok. It was worth it. Best dinner I’ve had in a long time. Thank you, Dave!”

She raised her plastic soda cup in a toast.

Loki nudged his soda cup to hers, smiling widely. "I, for one, am very glad that I got to monopolize your time today. Finally got to know the girl who I only knew the name of. Though a beautiful name it is, I wanted more."

He watched the red creep up her peachy cheeks in response to his words. Really, making her blush was so much fun, it was almost like a game to him now.

What else could he say next to make little Gemma go red? It gave his overactive mind something nice to do, when it was not thinking about the mission.

Still, he knew that he couldn't afford to think too much about Gemma, or he'd... fixate. He had this odd habit of becoming near obsessive over things and people he developed a liking for. Moderation wasn't in his nature, Thor had once commented on it after settling on Midgard, seeing him develop an obsession over Midgardian climates and their corresponding architecture.

Oh well... for at least three years he had kept himself busy enough to not fixate on anything. The SHIELD missions were enough stimulation for his needy brain.

But now, seeing the smiling, blushing pretty face of Gemma, he was getting the feeling that his brain needed another type of stimulant.

Or was it his body?

Her brightness and endearing awkwardness contrasted him so much, it was hard not to be drawn to her. He was so full of dark thoughts, many of which had manifested during his rampage across Midgard not long ago, brought to the surface by the Scepter. While he was a churning storm, Gemma was like a fluffy fair-weather cumulus.

As they got out of their booths and headed back towards their company office, he briefly wondered how it would've been had he met Gemma back in 2012. Norns, he probably would not have shown the restraint he was showing now; he would've ended up doing something very, very bad.

Like abduct her and keep her with him. Like a pretty trinket.

But Gemma is not a possession, he reminded himself. Gemma is a person. She decides what she does, not me.

And yet, a tiny part of his psyche still wanted to possess her. He strangled that part quickly.

"So, I was thinking I should drop you home," he said, grasping her delicate hand as she headed toward the nearby, empty bus stop. "It's pretty late, and I don't want you traveling alone."

He used his very persuasive tone with her, knowing that it worked well with Midgardians and Asgardians alike. And his request was earnest as well. He actually felt protective of her and didn't want her to be vulnerable.

She was a good girl, after all. So sweet and well mannered, not a single blemish marred her gentle heart.

“But...I...it’s fine, really. I take the bus everywhere. And frankly, I’m still totally wired on caffeine. I think I’ll probably be up all night anyway...”

Oh, she knew what he was doing. But after the hours of friendly banter, she was feeling...secure. And as much as she swore she would never sleep with a co-worker...come ON. This was turning out to be the makings of a story she would remember for years to come, about how she --the humble, awkward little Gemma--slept with her hot British co-worker. And besides, the way he talked, it sounded like he was already looking for jobs at other companies, and she couldn’t blame him. This job sucked.

“Um...would you mind...if I came over for a drink? I don’t have anything at my house...”

Oh, that was a lame excuse. But she hoped it worked.

Loki grinned at her as she fumbled with her words again, still not letting go of her hand.

"Sure, I'm glad you mentioned it. I could use another drink as well, I think. And at my place, you'd be spoiled for choice."

He led her to his car then, while still mentally admonishing himself for taking this step. She was not a permanent fixture in his life, and he simply shouldn't take things in the direction he was taking them.

Alas, he was a selfish man, and he wanted to indulge himself.

Once settled in the car, he made sure to fix her seatbelt for her before getting started. Midgardians needed that bit of safety measure. Always.

As he pulled the car out of the complex, he decided that he'd probably share a drink or two with her, and then he'd... and then he'd let her be.

It was for the best.

Gemma slid down into the black leather seat of the nicest car she had ever seen. It was not just “clean,” but perfectly so, like it had been driven from a showroom. It was a beautiful white--even in the harsh yellow of the parking lot lights it looked amazing. The Jaguar XF had obviously been customized to his exacting standards, from the elegant emerald green trim on the interior, to the intricately carved details in the dashboard.

And he put her seatbelt on . She was vibrating with excitement as he walked around the car and got in, turned the ignition, and pulled out of the empty lot.

“I like your car,” she said, feeling dumb. What she wanted to say was Holy SHIT this is the fanciest car I’ve ever seen in my life! But, thankfully, she resisted. “You must be a pretty good salesman.”

"Thank you, I had purchased it back in London," he replied warmly, liking the fact that she looked as mesmerized by the interiors as she was with the exterior.

Loki was used to the attention that his cars received. He had chosen this one in particular for this mission, for he had to build a life for himself as marketing personnel, someone with a good lifestyle and a lot of extra income.

Not that he got a car for each of his missions... but SHIELD was pathetic in building this kind of a charade for the lack of funds on their part.

Loki certainly had no lack of funds, and using them on his missions was like a hobby of his.

"You have an interest in cars?" he asked conversationally as he maneuvered the vehicle easily on the now near empty roads.

“I do now!” she said, running her hand over the dashboard. It felt like silk under her fingers, and she noticed that the carvings were inlaid with gold.

Her mind drifted off, imagining what it would be like to fuck him in the back seat...

Woah, girl...it was just pizza.

She laughed silently to herself, then watched the streetlights pass over his face as they drove.

“What’s London like? I’ve never been there...”

“It's mostly quieter than New York, and parts of it really take you back in time," he replied, giving her a wink and turning his eyes back on the road. "I still have some ties to it. My family cottage on the outskirts and my house in West Brompton. I think you'd like it there."

Why was he talking to her about his life? Those actually were his properties in London, but he should not be imparting that information to her.

Well, it didn't jeopardize the mission in any way, so it was fine. Fury would never know, and even if he did, what could he do about it?

Loki knew that he was now a valuable asset for SHIELD. Fury would never do anything to change that.

As they pulled up to his apartment building, Gemma stared up and up and up the glass sides. It was massive, gorgeous, and right in the heart of downtown Manhattan. He glided up to the entrance, then got out and handed his keys to the valet before walking around and opening her door.

Gemma felt weak in the knees...and INCREDIBLY underdressed and out of place in her Avengers gym shirt and work skirt. If she had known asking to come to his place meant coming here...she would have at least wanted to touch up her make-up.

But then...he looked at her. He smiled at her! He held her hand gently and led her from the car into the enormous, luxurious lobby. Her expression probably made her look like an idiot, and if there were anything she could have done to stop it, she would have.

Unfortunately, she was well and truly dumbstruck by his apartment building. “What floor are you on?” she asked breathlessly as he led her toward the elevators.

"Oh, you'll see," he answered impishly as they entered the elevator.

He pushed the button for the penthouse, then turned to witness her reaction. She was already looking so nervous about being here, it was so very... cute.

Gemma hugged the walls of the elevator, eyes flicking rapidly between Dave’s face and the button he pushed. She honestly thought he might be messing with her, and she was waiting for him to laugh and hit the button for a lower floor. But he didn’t...and the higher up they went, the harder her heart pounded.

“Wow...I am in the wrong line of work...” She gasped, eyes wide as the elevator slowed to a stop. She heard a soft ding, and the doors opened.

Loki chuckled as he led her out of the elevator and into his penthouse apartment. Really, seeing her this impressed, he was very tempted to take her to France and to lead her into the castle he had there.

Her reaction to that would be something else...

"It's not all about the work, I come from a line of old money," he stated as he turned the lights on. "I've been very... lucky in life."

Well, at least in terms of having monetary stability and luxury…

Gemma hadn’t let go of his hand since he had helped her out of the car, but now she took a few steps away, looking at him suspiciously.

“Why the hell are you working at PAC & Co? Do they seriously pay you enough to keep doing that shitty job when you have all this?”

As impressed and amazed as she was, this just wasn’t making sense. A few hours ago they were stuck late in that crappy office with a malfunctioning printer...now she was looking out over the New York skyline from his penthouse.

Oh dear... he should've expected her sharp and curious mind to reach its own conclusions about him. This was why he had never fraternized or made friends on his missions.

This was why bringing her here was unwise. But now, it had been done, and he had to do some damage control.

It wasn't like his other missions, where he could just kill off an inconvenient loose end. Gemma was an innocent...

He let out a loud laugh at her suspicious question. "Gemma, why do you think I'm here, if not for a transitional job that won't break my job experience and give me enough time to find a better one?"

She narrowed her eyes at him, still unsure. But GOD, was she hoping he had a good reason, because she was definitely going to fuck him if he could convince her.

“What’s a transitional job? Transitioning from what?”

"I told you, I came here from London. That kind of move requires a lot of transition, no?" he asked, stepping up to her and grasping her shoulder gently. "I didn't want to be without a job during this time, for it would reflect poorly on my resume."

He had turned his voice deeper and deeper as he explained his situation to her, hoping to distract her with it.

"Do you feel differently about me now, than when we were at that pizza place?" He frowned as he asked that question, wondering why he would care so much if indeed she were to think him... what?... snobbish and obnoxious for being wealthy?

He WAS indeed wealthy. He was still a prince by his true title.

Also... if she was so suspicious of wealth, how much would she judge him if she learned his true identity? He was known all over Midgard as a wicked, unscrupulous and cruel man, after all.

“Of course I do!” she said, looking around at the luxurious furnishings. “I’m...I’m just...a little overwhelmed...” She touched the wall behind her just a bit to regain her balance.

“Maybe that drink would help?” She smiled softly, really trying to pull herself together. Dave was... amazing . Almost too good to be true...

"Sure," he responded, pulling away and leading her to his spacious, plush sofa. That monstrosity took up nearly half of the living room, and he hadn't used it much during his three month stay here.

From here, the view of the city was fantastic, displayed finely in the floor-to-ceiling windows that occupied the whole western wall of the living room. He loved watching the sunsets from here.

His bedroom was made in a similar fashion, but with east facing floor-to-ceiling windows. All in all, it was a nicely made apartment, by Midgardian standards.

"What would you like? Wine? Vodka cocktail? Beer? I'm myself going for a whiskey."

“Beer sounds great.” Her voice was small as she continued to look around the lavish apartment. So...he was from old money. In London. And this job was just helping him transition to living and working in New York. Ok. Cool.

She wanted to believe him so badly...and so she pushed down her other questions and that gnawing feeling in her gut that told her that there was more to his story.

He handed her a chilled glass of some sort of amber ale, and taking a sip of the cold beverage instantly relaxed her.

“Ahhhhh,” she sighed, settling back on the sofa. “You better be careful. I could get used to this.”

Loki could see that she was still doubting his 'old money' story about his wealth, and he had to praise her sharp mind for it.

Doubt was always healthy... especially when it came to him.

Still, he put the charm on her to keep her distracted. "Ah, then maybe I'd be tempted to spoil you."

He sipped his single malt and kept his eyes on her, which he knew, from experience, unnerved many people. For her benefit, he toned his gaze down so that she'd not feel uncomfortable, but still, made sure that she knew she had his full attention.

"So, tell me more about your family, Gemma. You talked very little about them. Do your parents visit you here? What about your sister?"

The way he looked at her over the rim of his glass sent shivers down her spine...and what did he mean he might be “tempted” to spoil her...was that...could this be more than a one-night stand? She decided not to think about it; better to just appreciate this crazy experience for what it was and not hope for anything more to come of it.

Then he brought up her family. Uuuggghhh...

“Oh, yea. They don’t...they’ve never come out here to visit.” She laughed nervously, rubbing her hand on the back of her neck, under her mousey blond ponytail. “They prefer my hometown...and they don’t understand why I moved here. My sister feels the same - she hasn���t even brought the kids over, even though I’ve invited them. But that’s how it goes sometimes, you know? Stupid perfect older sister...Mom and Dad just love her and her perfect husband and her perfect house that’s just down the block from them and her perfect life. Me, I’m just the weird one. I couldn’t wait to move out. I thought living in New York would be a lot more exciting but...well, I didn’t realize it would be so hard being on my own...”

Holy SHIT why am I SAYING all this? Way to kill the mood, Gem...

Loki couldn't help but relate to her. Younger child, perfect elder sibling, unrelatable family, loneliness...

Even though his life had its own complications, and he had contributed to his problems to some extent.

But really, he was quite surprised that Gemma's family was cold towards her. She wasn't even adopted!

"I must say, I'm very curious to know what kind of family it is that just... ignores their daughter. A daughter who is but a mix of sweetness and kindness," he murmured, putting his now empty glass away. Grasping her hand once again, he shifted closer to her to give her his earnest support. "I can see that you're taking it upon yourself, thinking that there's something wrong with you, but there isn't. You're perfect."

His sudden flattery took her by surprise, and her brain short-circuited a little. THE Dave just said she was... perfect?!

Even with all the red flags and warning bells going off in her head...she wanted him to keep saying nice things about her. It had been so long since she’d tried to flirt or gotten dinner or had drinks with someone...was he just playing with her, or...could he really mean that?

No, there were far too many layers of self-consciousness and doubt for her to accept his words at face value. She was sure he was trying to get into her pants--well, her skirt--but that wasn’t a bad thing. She appreciated what he said anyway.

And she flushed red, smiling shyly. “Stop it,” she giggled. Then she took another sip of her beer. “What about your family, Mr. Moneybags? Why did you move away from London?”

Loki sighed heavily, squeezing her hand as he looked down. Now, the lies would come pouring out of his mouth as usual. Par for the course...

"My parents died a few years ago. Rainy day, slippery road." He glanced up to see if she was going to doubt him again, but so far, she seemed to be listening intently, her beautiful chocolate eyes wide and dilated. "I have no siblings, and the extended family isn't very warm. The aunt I used to have a lovely relationship with had also died a long time ago, due to illness. So basically I was very alone and kind of depressed."

He laughed without humour, then, hoping that she'd buy his story, for the sadness in his eyes was real. He was indeed lonely. Had been for years.

"I knew that I had to do something about it before I just succumbed to it. Moreso, I knew I had more work related opportunities here in the US. So I jumped over the pond, trying to start a new life for myself."

His already frayed conscience screamed at him as he leaned towards her, locking his gaze with her intimately. She knew nothing about his true identity and he was drowning her in his charm, essentially fooling her. She'd hate him for it if she somehow learned the truth.

Oh... but she was so beautiful and pure of heart… he felt an inexplicable pull towards her.

His hand reached up and cupped her cheek.

So warm and soft...

He'd had no lovers in so long...

"I can now say that I'm glad I moved here." He moved in and nuzzled her neck, wondering if she'd pull away and reject him. Reject Dave, that is.

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Imagine: You had just been transformed into a vampire and commited your first kill, which induced you to turn off your emotions in order to help you cope. Yet, being so close to the Mikaelson family, they would not allow you to stay that way for long. However, despite how hard they try, the only one who manages to break down your walls is Kol Mikaelson.

Warnings: lights descriptions of torture, mostly fluff and swearing. no biggie. 

Word Count: 2503

I fell onto the cold, hard ground, finally realising what I had done. Blood was spilt across my face and my body, proving it was not just some twisted dream fabricated by my mind to punish me for becoming a vampire; no, I had actually killed all those people. Their limp forms were scattered throughout the dark room, their necks broken due to my brutally. A growing pain took over me, leading to a strangled, loud gasp to crawl out of my lips. The guilt was too much for me to overcome it so easily.

“Y/N?” A deep, somehow soft too, male voice cut through the devastating silence. “What happened here?”

“I murdered them.” I managed to blurt out, tears already streaming down my warm, red cheeks. “I was angry, scared, hungry. I-I couldn’t control myself, Kol. I just couldn’t.”

“Oh baby.” He whispered in a soothing tone, one I did not deserve. “I hate to see you like that! It was a mistake. You’re new, it happens.”

“No, no, no. I ripped these people from their lives. I shouldn't… I can’t!”

“Y/N, listen to me!” My eyes were screwed shut, yet, the salty teardrops kept descending, reaching my bottom lip. “Don’t be so hard on yourself.”

“Turn it off.” Someone else said, coming from behind Kol. “You don’t have to suffer because of this. Just turn it off.”

“Are you insane, mate?” The tall, brown haired man yelled, obviously mad at the proposition. “She’s not going to do this!”

Damon smirked, tilting his head slightly, whilst graciously leaning against a covered with scarlet blood wall. Although it was a entirely crazy idea, my Salvatore friend had a point. Turning my emotions off could be really helpful, for it would rule out of the game all distractions. It would help me develop as a vampire. Plus, if I experience even one more ounce of this crushing pain I have inside now, I would surely break.  

For one second I felt everything rushing through me, every bit of feeling, like pure energy was flowing inside my veins, and then it was over. I did not feel a thing. Not guilt, not sadness. Absolutely nothing. Solely void was left behind.

“Y/N, please tell me you didn't…”

A bright, wide smile curled my lips, revealing there was nothing that the mighty Mikaelson could do, except enjoy this new side of me.

“I did, honey bunch.” I winked at him, getting back on my own feet. “Now, if you excuse me, I have a few business to solve.”

“You’re not going anywhere.” Kol stated, grasping my wrist and forcing me to stay where I was. “And Damon, you better disappear before I have the chance to rip your heart out.”

Those words said, it took less than a split  second for the plain white room to get suddenly crowded. Stefan and Elena went to Damon’s side, gently clutching his arms, assuring he would stay in place; yet, they did not come alone, for Rebekah, Klaus and Elijah rapidly approached their reckless sibling as well. I sighed, starting to get utterly bored from this whole situation.

Klaus cleared his throat, moving one step ahead and shooting a fierce look towards the Salvatores. He was obviously not happy to be seeing this horrific scene.

“Alright, who is going to explain what has happened here​?”

“Why was Kol threatening Damon?” The brown haired doppelgänger quizzed, quirking an eyebrow. “I thought we had decided to call a truce. For Y/N’s sake.”

“He pushed Y/N into turning off her emotions.” The younger Mikaelson brother said, narrowing his eyes and still keeping me under his tight grip. However, even though this dialogue was annoying as hell, I could not care less about what was on the verge of happening. “Is it enough or you fellas need me to find another reason to be mad at the glorious Damon Salvatore?”

“You mean she…” Rebekah’s voice died out before she finished her sentence and her sibling replied with a weak nod. Man, those people were simply pathetic! “Let’s go home, then. We need to get Y/N back as soon as possible.”

Ultimately, I pushed Kol’s hand away from my upper arm and went to the centre of the room, staring each person standing in there. They had quickly formed a circle around me, perhaps thinking they could avoid my escape. Fools.

I chuckled, sustaining their strong glances at me and crossing my arms on my chest.

“Uh, if I may have a say on my own life, I don’t want to turn back on. I’m actually feeling pretty good the way I am.”

“I’m sorry, love, but you have no idea what you want right now.”

“Out of everyone, Klaus, I really thought you would appreciate this new version of me.” Licking my lips, I walked smoothly to where the Hybrid was whilst hearing everyone’s breathing hitch on their respective throats. “I was obviously wrong.”

“No, darling, you were wrong to get closer enough for me to this.”

Then Klaus, piecing his blue eyes on my own, got hold of my neck, his hands soft on the skin he grasped; sharing one last look, he swiftly twisted it, killing me where I stood. Yet, even though darkness engulfed me pretty quickly, I still formed one last thought: the blond Hybrid was totally right.

The room I woke up to was bright. And amazingly beautiful. Like it belong to a king. Or a queen. Its walls had a miscellaneous set of colours while the expensive furniture was perfectly positioned, like it had been made to that exact spot. The whole thing was simply perfect. However, whatever amazingness I should have been caught into, it was broken the second I realised I was chained up. Urgh, why couldn’t they just let me go? This is so boring!

“She’s awake.” Rebekah muttered, swinging the tall white doors open. “Hello, Y/N.”

“Oh, hello, munchkin.” An ironic smirk lied carelessly on my lips. “Such a nice day, isn’t it?”

“I definitely hate turned off Y/N.” She rolled her eyes, annoyed, yet, I could still see sadness playing on her gorgeous traits. “Come on. I want to try it first.”

“Poor Rebekah, always trying to save the ones she loves.” I said, staring at her emotionlessly. It was odd, though, for the memories of our friendship were still fresh in my mind.  I was not able to care, though. “Don’t you get tired?”

The blonde soaked a small blade in a transparent, thin liquid, right before she dug it into me. I could sense the stinging pain, yet, it was not enough. I smiled faintly at her failed attempt to flip the switch back on.

“Try harder, Bekah!” It was teasing. Oldest trick in the world to get people mad. The ones who cared, anyway. “Come on! Fight for me.”

“God, you are such a spoilt brat!” The original snarled, burying the knife deep within my flesh. “Why don’t you obey, for once, the elders?”

“Enough, sister.” Klaus put his hand on her shoulder, stopping her to go any further. “Let me handle it. I might have a better chance.”

“Uh, I feel so especial! The mighty Hybrid caring for me.” A maniac smile changed my traits, giving it a crazy gleam, as he took his sister’s place, removing the blade afterwards. “Well, I should, shouldn’t I? I don’t. I feel nothing. Or does boredom count?”

“Look at me, Y/N.” I raised my chin, defying him by fixating my eyesight on his. “Now pay attention: you are loved. By everyone in this family. We would risk everything for you. Do anything. You’re a Mikaelson just as much as I am. Why don’t you try for us? Me, Rebekah, Elijah, Kol…”

“Really, Niklaus? That’s the trick you are using? Trying to make me feel like I belong?”

“You do belong, Y/N.” He stroke my cheek, his slim fingers tracing my cheekbones. “You are family. Come back to your family.”

“Nah, I don’t think that’ll break me.”

Klaus allowed a tired exhale to slip, shaking his head. I could bet he thought this was going to be easy: just appeal to her loyalty towards her family and she’ll be right back on track. Not exactly, Nik. I bit my bottom lip to avoid a sneer laugh. .

“Don’t make it so difficult, sweetheart.”

“I wouldn’t if you just let me go.”

“You see, darling, that’s not happening. You either flip back on or flip back on. There’s no other possibility.”

“Now what is it? Rage? Or is it pity? Doesn’t matter. It won’t do the trick, Niklaus.”

My last remark had done it for the Hybrid, because the anger within his irises announced what he was going to do next: snap my neck. For the second time. It must be my lucky day.

Simply marvellous!

“Are you awake now, love?” Someone questioned, tenderly massaging my arms, bringing me to a rather spinning reality. I blinked quickly, adjusting to the new found darkness. “Are you okay?”

“I am fine. Perfectly fine.” My voice sounded hoarse, probably due to the hours I spent “asleep”.”I imagined you would be their last resource. The reckless Mikaelson. My boyfriend, or is it ex? I don’t quite know.”

“Oh dear, it’s going to take a lot more than a humanity switch off for you to get rid of me.” He chuckled, bitterly. “I didn’t come here to convince you that this is wrong. I’m afraid you already are aware of it.”

“Then what?” I whispered, fighting against the tiredness. It was getting harder and harder to not feel anything. The emotions were scraping the walls of my head, crawling back to where they belonged. Nevertheless, I would not allow them to surface it. No. Never. “What do you want, mighty Mikaelson? Torture me some more? See if you, out of everyone, can make me flip back on?”  

“Nah, I just want to talk to you.”

“Care to be more specific, sweetheart?”

“I want to tell you a story.” He clarified in a smooth tone, his lips dangerously close to mine. His mint scented breath fanning all over my face, making me want to kiss him, to taste that mouth. Urgh. “About a relationship I had in the past.”

“Oh, I see. You do want to bore to death.”

“Quit being a brat and listen!”

“Fine.” A soft sigh escaped as I nodded, agreeing. “Go on.”

“Before I met you, I was madly in love with this girl called Davina Claire. Damn,  she was perfect! In every way.” Kol paused, swallowing thickly; perhaps he was struggling with the memories of his old ex girlfriend. “However, when she brought me back to life, it came with a price. I was cursed with an unbearable thirst. I tried to resist! It was worthless, for in the end, she died by my hand. And, God, it hurt like hell! I mean, I had lost the only thing that had ever made me feel something. I killed the only person that had ever touched my soul.”

“Is this supposed to be touching?”

“Oh come on, I’m not finished.”

“Proceed, then. At least it keeps me distracted from this knife buried in my skin.”

“I beg your pardon.” The brown haired Mikaelson smiled, gently, and pulled the blade off, winning a relieved gasp from me. Klaus must have put in back on to keep my blood flowing. “Now, as I was saying, I had lost everything. My magic. My Davina. Then I was bitten by Marcel and put into a slumber.”

“Didn’t you ever live? All your stories end with you in boxes.” The statement slipped and I widened my eyes, surprised. I did not care, why should I be asking stuff?

“I blame Nik for that, but you are right. My life kind of sucked and with Davina gone, it all became pointless again. That was when you, my tiny witty human, showed up.”

“I’m not tiny. Nor witty. Not even human.”

He laughed, clearly amused.  

“Yes, you’re still tiny and witty. For me anyway. And I love you. So much.”

“Can’t do anything about it.” I shrugged clumsily, still restrained by the chains soaked in vervain. “This is ridiculous, don’t you see? All of you? I won’t get my feelings back.”

Kol, suddenly, cupped my cheeks, his eyes filled with everything mine lacked. It was hard to sustain the intimate exchange of looks, for tears began to well up on that chocolate sea. If I kept staring, I knew I was not going to be able to resist any longer.

“I don’t want to lose you too, Y/N. You’re the only good thing in my life right now and I can’t afford it. I won’t let you destroy yourself because of a reckless mistake. Because I wasn’t around to teach you.”

I chewed my bottom lip, finally caving in and feeling the energy of my emotions flooding back in. All of it. Pain, guilt, rage, love. Love! I had hurt so many people I loved! How dared I say so many hurtful things to them?

Salty teardrops fell down my cheeks with the realisation of the evil I had performed in the time I spent off. No one should forgive me for what I did or said. I was not worthy of it. A cry rumbled in my chest as I absorbed, bit by bit, the enormous acheness from my previous actions.

“Baby?”

“I’m so s-sorry, my love.” Those words came out mingled, stuttered, strangled. I closed my eyes, avoiding the silky, reassuring look I got from my boyfriend when I voiced a coward apology. What good have I done to have someone so sweet to look after me like him? “The pain… It took over me. Made me do things. I thought I was going to break!”

“Hush, sweetheart.” His warm digits silenced me, resting against my mouth delicately. “First let me get you out of these chains.”

“How can you trust me, Kol?”

“We’ve been together for a while now and I got to know your eyes, those sweet Y/E/C eyes, very well. I know when you’re lying.” He broke the iron that held me up, which lead to a clumsily stumble, for I was unable to stand on my feet properly. The brown eyed Mikaelson picked me up, carefully placing me on his toned arms as if I weighed nothing. “Thank you for coming back to me. I don’t what I’d do without you.”

“Oh, Kol.” A goofy sigh slipped. “I will always come back to you.”

“Always?”

“Always.”

Afterwards, a smirk still enlightening his traits, he stole a kiss from my lips. It was just a peck, yet, it made me feel warmer. Of course my guilt, self loathing, hate, the whole package, remained, nonetheless Kol managed to shake it all off, forcing me to concentrate on the present and, for now, that was all I needed.

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Paris - One

Summary: It's 1977 and Jyn Erso is taking advantage of every bit of her newfound freedom after graduating from high school, trying to figure out who she is and what she wants to do with the rest of her life. During her long roadtrip across the states with her best friend Bodhi, the pair take an extended stay in New York City with their friends Luke and Leia, where Jyn runs into Cassian Andor, an aspiring and very talented photographer who chooses Jyn as his new muse, and an unexpected love story unfolds between the two of them though they never wanted love to being with. 

A/N: This is a combination of AU's I've seen on tumblr really, I've seen one for the 1970's and I've seen several for photographer and just combined the two, thanks to listening to The Chainsmokers new song "Paris" on repeat! It's a really good song and I suggest you listen to it since I listened to it even more while writing this fic :P Either way, you can thank @wonderrbat for this because she encouraged me to write the photographer au and I just added my own spin on it. I hope you guys like it! <3 

Pairing: Rebelcaptain (Jyn x Cassian)

Words: 2,328

Rating: M

AO3: (x)

paris / ‘pa-res / n 1: a sentimental yearning for a reality that isn’t genuine. 2: an irrecoverable condition for fantasy that evokes nostalgia or daydreams.

1977

    There was nothing Jyn loved more than the feeling of freedom, she’d waited so long to finally be free - free of her parents, free of school, free of anything that could tie her down to one place. On the day of her graduation she grabbed her best friend Bodhi, hopped into a van, and started going wherever they wanted to go, seeing anything and everything. They stayed in some places longer than other, depending on what they wanted to do or if they had to take a job to earn some quick cash (despite Jyn’s father being more than supportive of her harnessing her freedom and taking the world into her hands). New York City had turned into one of those places, they had a place to crash with Jyn’s long-distance friends, Luke and Leia, and while Jyn hated to sound so cliché, the city was electric. She loved the commotion and that something was always happening, Bodhi seemed to love it too, and Leia loved having company around that wasn’t just her brother.

    “It’s like...an artsy kind of thing.” Leia was trying to explain over lunch, only the four of them being home while Mr. and Mrs. Skywalker out on some sort of vacation for the week.

    “Oh great, not another one of those.” Luke grumbled.

    “Don’t listen to him.” Leia swatted at her brother. “It’ll be fun.”

    Jyn looked over to Bodhi for approval, they hadn’t been to a “party” yet since they arrived in the city, and Leia seemed excited enough about it. Bodhi gave a slight shrug of his shoulders and Jyn took that as permission enough to take Leia up on the invite.

    “Sure, yeah, it sounds like fun.” Jyn agreed with a nod.

    “You won’t be saying that later when you’re ready to pass out from boredom.” Luke mumbled and Leia swatted at him again.

    “No one said you have to come!” Leia said with an exasperated sigh.

    “If I don’t who is going to keep an eye on you?” Luke asked.

    “Jyn will be there with me, and so will Bodhi.” Leia protested.

    “You and Jyn will be talking to guys after you slip Bodhi somewhere in the party.” Luke stated, almost as if he knew what Leia would do, and judging from the sigh of defeat that came from Leia - that was exactly what she planned on doing.

    “Fine, but don’t be such a downer this time, okay? I want Jyn and Bodhi to have some fun.” Leia explained.

    Jyn could understand how it might not have been the most interesting type of party in the entire world - it was in some darkened gala with too many people who didn’t know what they were really talking about, and the air was filled with a mixture of cigarette smoke and secondhand weed; she didn’t know whether she wanted to cough her lungs out or head straight for the snacks. But it was different, certainly different from any party she had been to before, and if nothing else, at least the pictures hanging on the wall were their own form of entertainment.

    “So, what do you think this one is supposed to be?” Bodhi asked, his head tilted to the side as he tried to figure out what exactly the abstract blob in the middle of a photo was supposed to be.

    “Honestly, everything right now looks like food to me, I’m starving.” Jyn sighed, the smell of pot in the air didn’t exactly help either, she was hungry before she got here and even more so after inhaling the stuff for the past hour. “Where are Luke and Leia?”

    “I’m not sure, I think they went over that way? Towards the sculptures maybe?” Bodhi was questioning himself.

    “You go over there, I’ll look over here more, we’ll meet back here at...this strange blob picture in ten minutes.” Jyn decided. “I’m dying for a cheeseburger.”

    “Oh, god, now that you mention it I could go for one too.” Bodhi added.

    “Good, all the more motivation to find them faster.” Jyn laughed. “Go on, I’ll see you back here in ten.”

    Jyn wandered off through the crowds of people, trying to tune out all of their voices into only mumbles which surprisingly wasn’t too hard. Some of the photographs caught her eye, mostly for their odd subject matter, until she’d somehow stumbled into the “normal” side of the photographs, or what she considered normal anyway. They were just of people - not supermodels, not people lounging naked somewhere, just...people, and there was something captivating about that. She must have zoned out and lingered too long by one of them since someone decided to walk up and strike a conversation with her. Jyn wanted to be annoyed, she wasn’t exactly an artsy person, she was logical - despite her free spirit - and didn’t really take joy in, well, whatever they took joy in. She was about to say she didn’t want to be captured in some hour long pointless conversation about something cheesy like “how awesome it is that we exist here on this planet at the same time”, but her voice got caught in her throat when she looked up.

    He fell into the classic kind of handsome type, tall and kinda mysterious looking, dark brown eyes that were just fixated on her, studying her and every freckle on her face. But there was also something about him that wasn’t that classic kind of handsome, but still handsome in it’s own right between that messy black hair and those slight crinkles around his eyes when he smiled despite him not looking all that old, a few years older than Jyn at the most. Jyn couldn’t help but think that in that moment, she would talk about whatever the hell this guy wanted to talk about.

    “Uh, hi.” Jyn managed to finally mumble out to him.

    He smirked and Jyn automatically wondered if she already managed to embarrass herself, she wasn’t exactly experienced in the department of guys - her expertise started and ended with Bodhi, and that was just friendship. She was always more concerned with actually learning while in school, as shocking as it was to most. When he didn’t answer back, Jyn was completely sure she had managed to make a fool of herself.

    “...Can I help you with something?” Jyn pressed on, wondering if this incredibly attractive man beside her was either losing his mind or had just smoked too much of whatever was going around in the place.

    “Sorry, sorry, it’s been a long night, I’ve just been in and out.” He finally spoke, a smile still on his face as he shook his head and glanced away, only for a moment before returning his gaze to Jyn; either way it was enough for Jyn to hear his accent and enough of it to determine somewhere in her haze that it was incredibly sexy. “Either way, I was just thinking that I wish I had my camera with me, you look amazing in that light, the smoke adds something too.”

    “Oh, so you’re one of these then.” Jyn gestured towards the pictures in front of her. “You’re not going to go off into some strange conversation where I have to make up an excuse to leave in order to get out of it, are you?”

    The pot had gotten to her, she knew it for the past half hour, but she also knew she wouldn’t blurt out half the things she was saying to him right now if she weren’t at least incredibly contact high.

    “No.” He laughed. “What kind of people have you been stuck talking to in here tonight?”

    “You don’t want to know.” Jyn sighed. “It’s been a long and weird night and all I wanna do right now is find my friends and go grab a burger.”

    “Three blocks over, the place is called Jabba’s Hutt, it has the best burgers in the city.” He offered up.

    “I just might have to head over there.” Jyn smirked before noticing Leia in the background, her eyes scanning the room for a scapegoat and Luke sitting on a nearby bench, trying to contain his laughter. “I should go save my friend over there, but my name is Jyn by the way.” She offered up her hand for him to shake, surprised by him grabbing it and pressing a kiss to the top of her hand instead.

    “Cassian Andor.” He replied with a charming smile, something that should have been straight out of a storybook. “Do you live here in the city? I’d hate for this to be the last time we meet.”

    “Well, aren’t you charming.” Jyn giggled.

    “It’s a combination of the pot and the alcohol telling me to be brave for once and to ask a girl out.” Cassian admitted, a slight blush to his cheeks telling Jyn that he was telling the truth.

    “Oh, so you’re asking me out? Well, why didn’t you say so.” Jyn grinned. “Do you have a pen?”

    Cassian took one out of his pocket and handed it to Jyn; she grabbed one of his hands and scrawled the Skywalkers home phone number onto it.

    “I’m staying with my friend at the moment, so how about tomorrow after the high is gone and your hangover has passed, you give me a call and ask for me, then we can talk about a date.” Jyn finished off the number before handing the pen back. “You might wanna write that down somewhere else before you pass out too, I’ve lost many numbers that way.”

    “I’ll remember that.” Cassian smiled back at her. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow Jyn.”

    “We’ll see.” She promised with a wink before flitting off into the crowd, a smile on her face, all while she was trying to get to Leia and save her from her horrible conversation.

    They got their burgers that Jyn wanted after she so valiantly came to Leia’s rescue while Luke saved Bodhi from hurting himself too much trying to figure out what a certain sculpture meant. They ate at Jabba’s per Jyn’s request for being the hero of the night, and Cassian Andor was not lying when he said they were the best burgers, they were amazing burgers, even Luke and Leia had to agree. Then they proceeded to get very, very drunk off of the Skywalkers stash, both Jyn and Bodhi promising to replenish it before the parents would get home. But for the meantime, they were horribly drunk; Luke was unconscious and half on the sofa and half on the floor, Bodhi was belly up on the carpet, leaving Jyn and Leia the only ones awake, sitting on her bed and gossiping like a bunch of teenagers (though in Leia’s defense, she was still one technically).

    “So, you have to tell me, who was the hot guy you were talking to tonight?” Leia asked with a smirk and a slight slur to her speech, taking another swig from her drink.

    “Cassian Andor.” Jyn stated, taking her time to say his name like it was something to savor before grinning like a fool. “I think he’s a photographer or something, he wanted to take pictures of me.”

    “Nude pictures?” Leia questioned mischievously, a broad grin on her face.

    “What, no? God no.” Jyn laughed.

    “I think I’ve seen his stuff before, the name sounds familiar.” Leia mused, her face twisted in concentration as she tried to think. “He’s got like...an accent right? I mean, not like yours but...different.”

    “Spanish, you mean?” Jyn asked with a giggle, they were both far too drunk to be having any kind of conversation, they should have been unconscious like the boys.

    “Yeah, that’s it. God, I think I’ve reached my limit.” Leia groaned, setting her drink on the table. “Shit! Cassian Andor! I have heard it before!” She exclaimed, jumping up off of the bed excitedly.

    “Whoa, whoa, slow down there, just tell me.” Jyn was startled by Leia’s sudden joy, even more startled when Leia grabbed her by the wrist and started dragging her through her family’s rather large apartment.

    “You’ll see, c’mon.” Leia insisted.

    She dragged her out of the room, past the boys, and upstairs to her mother's study. The room had a variety of pictures and paintings in it, Jyn vaguely remembering Leia telling her earlier that her mom often bought artwork from those up and coming artists to support them. Leia guided her to simple black and white photo, it’s subject being a beautiful woman wrapped up in a sweater just a bit too big for her, leaning on a windowsill and looking straight into the camera, her crossed arms in front of her trying to cover a smile. There was something incredibly enchanting about it, and incredibly intimate; it must have been a girlfriend or something, of course he’d date beautiful women like that, Jyn couldn’t help but think to herself, though she couldn’t bring herself to look away.

    “It’s beautiful.” Jyn mumbled out, still in awe of the picture in front of her.

    “It’s my mom’s favorite, she says he really captured...something about her, I’ll remember in the morning.” Leia yawned. “Let’s go to bed before I crash right here.”

    “You go ahead, I’ll be there in a few.” Jyn assured her.

    “Suit yourself.” Leia shrugged before walking out of the room, a slight waiver to her step though she still held herself up tall and proud.

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Security Risks | Harry & Draco

Pulling my thread with hawthorneandunicornhair over here from the side blog~ My next response will be reblogged directly from your blog to this new one!

Harry had thought he’d be over the whole “first day at the new job” nerves thing by now.  Or at least, not this job. He’d been training on the force to be a real law enforcement officer.  Not to babysit a kid.  Even the Prime Minister’s not-so-young kid.

Harry bit the inside of his cheek and chided himself.  He could be out on his arse with nofuture, and he was sitting in some antique chair opposite a desk instead.  Because the captain had put in a good word even after his incident at the academy.  He should be grateful.

“You’ll be part of a detail of three men, charged with the security of Mister Malfoy in rotating shifts,” the Prime Minister’s chief of staff told him.  He was a tall man with a long nose, which seemed to give him great aim when he was looking down on everyone else.  Harry decided to call him Jenkins.  Silently, of course.

Clearing his throat, Harry asked, “Has my shift been assigned?”

Jenkins looked like he was chewing on his tongue before he answered.  “ The other two men on the detail have seniority and therefore get their first choice of shifts.  You will take whichever is left.”  Harry wondered what kind of chief of staff had time to speak so slowly.  “The details of your specific duties, your salary, and termination clauses are in your contract.”  The man slid a stack of paper across the desk to him, just thick enough that a stapler didn’t suffice and a binder clip was secured to the top of the page instead.  “I suggest you read it thoroughly.”

Harry nodded and took the stack off the desk.  “When do I start?” he asked as his eyes skimmed the Terms of Service titles.

“I would suggest today.”

Harry looked up and blinked.  “Today?”

“Perhaps it would be a good start to your working relationship with Agents Weasley and Diggory if you relieved them of another twelve hour shift.”

Harry checked his watch.  It was already 13:15.  He stood abruptly, actually glad to get on his feet and have something to do rather than go back to his flat and wait for a start date.  “Of course, yeah, uh–thank you!”  He reached out his hand to shake the man’s, though Jenkins looked unamused at Harry’s sudden flurry of movement.  “Very much.  For this opportunity.  Sir.  Uh, where can I find them?”

“You ought to start at his quarters.  There’s a map included in your contract.”

Harry forced a polite smile and nodded.  “Great.  Thanks again!”  And he dashed out as quickly as he could manage without looking like he was actually fleeing.

It was a really good thing he’d just picked up his uniform from the dry cleaners that morning because he definitely hadn’t expected to actually get a shift today.  After some careful navigation via the tiny map he had indeed found in the stack of paper now strewn all over the passenger seat of his car, he found the security parking and jogged inside just ten minutes before shift change.

He had to ask directions from a few service people to actually find them, but he finally saw someone with bright red hair and an identical uniform standing outside a door.  He strode over and had barely stuck his hand out and opened his mouth to introduce himself before the man gave an audible sigh of relief.

“You’re the new guy, right?” he asked.  “I’m Agent Weasley– Ron.  So glad that old goat listened to me when I said to put a rush on your paperwork.  I can’t take another twelve hour shift with this git.”

Harry closed his mouth to try to keep from gaping at someone who refer to their client that way, but he shook the clasped hand anyway.  “I’m Agent Potter.  Harry.  I figured I could cover second if you wanna introd–”

“A bloody angel’s what you are.  Hang on, let me get him out here.”  He turned and rapped on the door twice, and shouted, “Hey, Malfoy, the new security guy’s here!  Are you decent?”  He sighed under his breath with a murmured, “Are you ever?”  Harry tried not to extrapolate on that.

A certain amount of benefit came with being born of privilege. The Malfoys were a political family – there had been a Malfoy in the House of Lords for as far back as Draco didn’t wish to recall. Of course, it was his place to do so, and just as hipsters could rattle off complicated beverages to baristas, the young Malfoy could tell you what Lord Malfoy did in the middle ages.  Because he was expected to do so. Now that Lucius had broken from Parliament and was the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom, there was an ever greater responsibility being in the public eye…and much opportunity for embarrassment.

Draco Malfoy was becoming a bane to Lucius’ political existence. There had already been several pay off of different media outlets, for some of the antics the cocky man pulled. But in a society where media was now at every citizen’s fingertips, a detail was now needed to keep the chaotic blond in check. From drunk driving to ecstasy tripped raves to general public indecency because “fuck it, I’m Draco fucking Malfoy” the Malfoy heir had tipped off the deep end. Instead of getting Draco actual help (which to Lucius would be seen as a weakness, even Mad Mortimer Malfoy in 1796 hadn’t sought the council of psychiatrists), the heir now had “bodyguards” which were more like “babysitters.”

Nobody was quite sure, either, what had gone wrong. Draco had an impressive record at both Cambridge for his A-Levels, and Oxford for his Bachelors in Political Science…to follow the family line…of course. Private education, boarding schools, a plethora of opportunity, and yet…the phone call would come for someone to come fetch Draco from the latest catastrophe.

Lately it had been a string of handsome young men, looking for payoffs to not go running to the media with sordid details. Lucius himself was not necessarilyhomophobic, and with the social climate of the times now it was important to show solidarity and support to the LGBT community – apparently the Prime Minister did quite well with the gay community being charismatic and handsome as he was – he just didn’t particularly want those ideas associated with his son. Support was one thing. Embracing Draco’s phases that popped up because he sought attention was another.

The security detail had one job: keep Draco out of the press. No news was good news, and if need be, the Prime Minister’s PAs could be called in the case of a payoff. It didn’t stop Draco in the slightest – nay, it kind of spurred him on.

Luckily for poor Harry Potter’s first day, there wasn’t an anonymous suitor that had to be ushered out. Most of the time Draco got their names…most of the time. In fact, the afternoon was just starting, which meant that Draco was getting out of bed. He heard The Weasel knock, and smirked to himself, shaking his head. Quite naked, he made his way to the door opening it up. His weight shifted on his hip so that the door…mostly hid his bottom half (the best parts at least) though that was mostly just fate attempting to smile on Harry rather than any sense of decency on Draco’s part.

❝Why on earth would I be decent to meet new security detail, Weasel?❞ Icy blue eyes drifted to Harry’s before tilting his head to the side. ❝Best to just push him into the deep end so he knows exactly what he’s getting himself into…❞ Draco smirked. ❝Or out of…❞

Harry was neither surprised nor prepared for his new client to answer the door naked, and it was rather baffling to be caught between those two states. He immediately averted his eyes – though he could see in his peripheral vision that Draco Malfoy wasn’t making any attempt to hide his interest – and actually, he was newly astonished by the glare his coworker fixated on their charge.

“I swear he does this just to be obnoxious,” Ron told Harry while he glowered at Malfoy. Harry had known that the Prime Minister’s son was a bit of a trouble maker. He didn’t keep tabs on trashy scandals, but now and then, the blonde managed to land himself in a credible newspaper article that fell onto Harry’s doorstep. He was getting the picture already that Draco Malfoy liked to provoke people. And it was his job to be unprovoked.

With that in mind, he mentally prepared himself not to react to the man’s state of nudity, trained his features to neutrality, and looked him dead in the eye. Alright, he wasn’t prepared for that icy gaze either, but he almost managed to look unfazed by it. Instead, he cleared his throat and nodded to his client.

“Agent Potter, sir.”

Ron made some kind of noise between a scoff and sigh, then passed his radio to Harry. “Well, seems like he can swim.” He gave the new recruit a sympathetic look and a pat on the shoulder. “Good luck, mate.” Harry watched him go for a moment, not sure whether he should be amused by a joke or apprehensive about a warning.

Turning back to face Malfoy, he tried to keep his eyes on the man’s face – or just anywhere but the rest of him would do. Fixing the radio to his belt, he cleared his throat again to remind himself to speak.

“I’ll… be right here, sir, when– if you need anythi– if you decide to leave.”

Brilliant. Very “unprovoked.” He shut his mouth tight before he could embarrass himself further and hoped by some miracle that he was imagining the warmth of color in his face.

  There was a certain joy Draco got from pushing the ginger’s buttons, and he did it as often as he could. He would put good money on the fact that Weasley was straight, but it didn’t stop the blond from throwing himself at Ron for the sheer reaction of it. It would surprise Malfoy more than Weasley, likely, if Ron did anything to reciprocate; as far as Draco had over heard in boredom he had some bookworm nobody at home darning his socks and prattling on about anniversaries and birthdays. Still, it didn’t stop the fact that the very bisexual man teased his “captors” for entertainment factor.

 He seemed to enjoy it far more than they did, and that was the game of it.

 Icy grey eyes slid from the glowering ginger to the man with jet back hair. Draco had to give it to him…he did place a nice mask of professionalism down quickly, but not quickly enough for Draco to miss the initial reaction, and that…well that was a new toy to privileged son. There was a glint in Draco’s eye as he held Harry’s gaze, the corner of his mouth upturned as if daring the other to say something as the blond waited expectantly.

 Draco’s eyes narrowed slightly when the most he got was a polite head nod and a clearing of the throat as if to say “this is highly inappropriate.” He was well versed in those noises. They came from his father and associates close to the family that knew Draco “behind the scenes” aware of just what he was up to. Even as the seasoned guard excused himself, Draco’s gaze trained on Harry’s, ignoring the ginger completely.

 The corners of Draco’s mouth upturned as Harry stumbled over his words. It seemed that the man put on a good appearance, but when put to the test, showed his unrest. With a raised eyebrow, Draco smirked. ❝I’ll just get dressed then. I have a feeling tonight will be very…eventful.❞ Trouble shown in the greys of his irises. Without further ado, Draco turned around (flashing his ass without bothering to close the door) and walked into his closet to choose something fitting for the evening.

 ❝So…Potter was it? What did you do before you landed the unfortunate position of being my babysitter?❞

Harry’s heart was racing just from the intensity of the blond’s gaze, and the mischievous curve of his lips, the peeks of smooth, pale skin–

He had to actually turn away when Malfoy deliberately – he was positive it was deliberate – flashed his exposed ass to his new security guard. The asshole prick – dammit – brat was enjoying his new toy far too much already, and Harry had to get himself under control. Although, considering the way Malfoy had said tonight would be “eventful,” Harry suspected the blond had no intention of making that any easier as his shift went on.

He checked his watch. Seven hours and forty seven more minutes to go.

If his nerves weren’t already fried by the anxiety of the interview, the pressure of the first impression, and the exhilarating relief of getting a job, he’d be mad. Actually, if Draco Malfoy wasn’t a client, Harry would already hate him. When the newspaper featured articles about the prime minister’s son, he always rolled his eyes and skipped them. He found the attention-seeking behavior obnoxious. But he hadn’t quite been prepared to learn that Malfoy was actually just like the reporters described him, in person. Even when there weren’t any cameras to impress. This job wasn’t going to get any easier at all.

Harry almost groaned, and then remembered he’d been asked a question.

“I just graduated from the College of Policing,” he answered. “I’ve been a probationary constable for two years.” After a moment, he added, “Sir.” It felt weird to call someone his own age “sir,” but it was part of the job description.

That’s right, he thought. He’d been training for years to be composed and unfazed. He couldn’t let Draco Malfoy get to him if he had any hope of joining a real law enforcement agency in the near future. Lifting his chin and straightening his posture, he took his idle stance by the door and fixed his gaze straight ahead.

“Should I call for a chauffeur, Mr. Malfoy?”