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thegetoufather · 3 years ago

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FAN SERVICE • PORCO GALLIARD

porco galliard x f!reader

w/c: 1.1k

warnings: smut/18+, minors and ageless blogs dni, dry humping, mentions of anal and double penetration, masturbation

a/n: this was an ask that got away from me but a concept ive been dreaming for for a while. thank you to @lostinwildflowers for asking for more rugby player porco. and thank you @dilfphobes & @erwinsvow for being on this scream journey with me.

Porco doesn't know what awaits him on the other side of the door.

The way Pieck giggled when she dropped the keys of your shared apartment didn’t bode well, waving him off before he could pester her about the surprise you had planned for him.

The possibilities are running through his mind as he presses the key into the lock, and surprise washes over his features when he swings the door open to find the apartment entirely empty.

“Babe?” He calls out. “I’m back! Pieck told me to come see you so —”

His voice trails off when you come into view, a big grin stretched across your face when you see the boy you had been missing for the greater part of the week.

If Porco stares at you any harder, he’s pretty sure his eyes will bug out of his head.

You pad across the hardwood floors so gracefully, hips sauntering as you put one knee high socked foot in front of the other as you move to where he stands in the living room. The silky material of his jersey does nothing to protect you from the chill of the room air, Porco’s jaw dropping when you come close enough for him to see how your nipples have peaked under the fabric.

“Hey there, big boy,” you laugh, leaning forward to kiss him hello. “I’ve missed you.”

“Whats — what’s all this for?”

“Oh, this?” You twirl for him, showing off the large number 7 under the name Galliard that's emblazoned across your back. “Heard my favorite rugby player is back in town and I wanted to surprise him, think he’ll like it?”

Porco really doesn’t have the words to describe the way the sight of you makes him feel.The deep burgundy of the Warriors can flatter anybody, but Porco always thought it looked best on you. He loves the way you coordinate your lipstick to match the shirt on game days, always running off from the rest of the team to the stands to pull you into a good luck kiss so the same color can decorate his cheekbones. It’s so that the crowd knows he’s taken, that he’s yours, because on the stands, you are one in a dozen girls wearing his jersey.

But here, in this living room, with nothing on underneath the shirt that bears his name, Porco can revel in the fact that you are entirely his.

He moves to a tackling position, leaning down to throw you over his shoulder as you yelp, delivering a swift spank to your ass when he’s stood up.

“I think he’ll love it, babe,” he announces playfully, carrying you towards the bedroom as you giggle in response.

He deposits you with an unceremonious drop on the bed, Porco stripping his shirt off as you spread your legs further to make room for him. He’s clambering over your body, latching on to the junction of your neck. He’s missed you more than he can take, inhaling your sweet scent and whimpers as he sucks at the soft skin, biting back a groan when you start threading your fingers through his hair.

“M-missed you, ohhhhh,” you moan, gyrating your hips to rub against the tent in his briefs.

“Yeah, I can feel how much baby,” He moves his hands down to your hips, pulling you closer to him to press your dampened core further into him. “You’re so wet for me already.”

You give him a hazy smile, leaning upwards so you can tug at the shell of his ear with your teeth “Wanna show you just how much,” you giggle. You tighten your legs around his waist for leverage as you flip him over, Porco landing on the pillow beneath him with a thunk. His brows furrow with the solid contact, reaching underneath him to pull out the dildo you had tucked away.

“Fuck,” you laugh, hands coming up to cover your face as you laugh at your boyfriends confusion. “Sorry about that, I thought I put it away.”

“What is, what is this?” He holds it in his hand as though his grasp will reveal the phallus’s secrets, fingers running up and down the length of it as he assesses the size and shape. The silicone is smooth in his hands, save for the veiny details added on the sides. The touch of realism is odd, he thinks, given how it's mint green, grasping it at the suction cup at its base to watch how it moves when he thrusts it in the air.

“It's a dildo, Sir Lancelot, now put away before you take my eye out just waving that thing around.”

“Oi,” he states, jabbing you in the chest with the rubber tip. “We fuck pretty much every time we see each other and you’ve never brought this up. How often do you use this thing?”

“When I haven’t seen you in a while.”

“I’ve been gone for four days.”

“Like I said, a while. Are you jealous of a rubber dick?”

“No!” He huffs, blush blooming on his cheekbones. He’s no fool to your needs, but he’s always imagined you with thinking about him with your pretty little fingers stuffed in your cunt, unable to fill yourself the way that he could.

“Porco,” you purr, hand moving forward to reach for the object in his hands. “I don’t need it now that you’re here.”

But he does.

Porco needs to see it for himself, the way you split yourself on this pathetic imitation of him while you whine for him to come back to you. He wants to see the way you cream around it while you cry out his name. He wants you so thankful and desperate for him that you’ll take everything he gives you, he might even take it so he can stuff both your greedy little holes full because you missed him that much.

So Porco does what any reasonable man in this situation would do — he holds it above your head to ward off your advances.

“Porco,” you say, firmer this time. “This isn’t funny, give it back.”

He flips you back over on the bed, knees pinned your spread legs apart. Porco pushes your panties to the side, swearing softly as he watches gossamer strands sticking to the fabric break. You watch with wide eyes as he lines the toy up with your entrance, the tip starting to stretch that first ring of muscle.

“You wanted to show how badly you missed me, right? Go ahead and give me that show.”

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avonne-writes · 3 years ago

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Reminisce

Pairing: Nick/Charlie

Word count, rating: 5086, M

Summary: The day of Nick's five-year class reunion brings some surprises.

Link to the AO3 post

As their car turns onto the familiar streets leading to Truham, Charlie's heart jumps. Here we go. Back after four long years. He looks at Nick's hands on the steering wheel and sighs. Nick's knuckles are going white.

"We can still turn around and just go down to the beach instead." He suggests, putting on an encouraging smile because he can feel the tension rolling off Nick in waves.

The resolute little wrinkle that Charlie loves so much appears between Nick's eyebrows. "No, we RSVP'd."

"Come on." Charlie coaxes him, rubbing Nick's thigh with his right hand. "They won't even notice we're not there."

That's an outright lie. Everyone will notice if Nick isn't there. Mister "Rugby King". And by association, they would also notice Charlie's absence, because everyone and their dog knows that he was the one who Nick went out with for the better half of his high school years. But as indifferent as Charlie is towards this reunion, he knows that Nick doesn't want to be there. Something has been off about him for weeks now.

With an ashen face, Nick steers the car into a spot in the parking lot and kills the engine. He checks the watch Charlie gave him for his twentieth birthday. "I guess we're early."

He reaches for the door handle, but Charlie grabs his other hand to stop him. "Hey."

Some of the colour returns to Nick's skin. He turns in his seat, away from the school's entrance, and leans closer to Charlie. "Hey."

Charlie puts a hand on Nick's cheek and strokes his temple. "What's wrong?"

It's a tell-tale sign when Nick looks down, then away. Over the years, Charlie has become fluent in these looks, knows the shade of each one. The guilty side-glance, the flustered back and forth when Nick is turned on but doesn't know if Charlie's game, the dark stare when he's angry. This is the scared puppy version, and it tugs at Charlie's heartstrings.

"Seriously, we don't have to go in. Most of these people don't have any influence on our lives anymore."

"I know." Nick says, frustrated. "It's not that."

"Then what?"

Nick's mouth opens, then closes. He grimaces. "Not just that."

"Okay." Charlie waits it out.

"Okay, so one part of me just keeps thinking about all the bad memories, like, you know, Ben and Harry and stuff, and I know that it's not relevant anymore and they may have grown up or something but I feel like I'm in a time machine. That I'm about to step into a situation where I'll have to fight to protect us. Does that make sense?"

Sometimes, Charlie can barely take it, the way Nick makes him feel. "Yeah. I understand."

"But." Nick swallows and blows out a long exhale. He seems calmer already, now that he has voiced what's bothering him out loud. He smooths a hand over his burgundy shirt. "I know I have to do this to get over it. I think replacing the images I have of them might help, you know?"

Charlie smiles. "I know."

Nick nods, visibly more relaxed now. He squeezes Charlie's hand. "How are you so calm about this? I thought you'd be the more anxious one."

Charlie shrugs. It would be a bad idea to say he has enough experience ignoring bullies. "I guess you're nervous enough for the both of us." When Nick smiles at his lame attempt to lighten the mood, he adds "And I know that if it's really bad, we can leave anytime. It's not exactly a luxury we had seven years ago."

Nick's smile widens. "Seven years. God. Can you believe it?"

Charlie mirrors Nick's expression and leans close enough that their noses brush. "It feels longer to be honest." He presses a chaste kiss to Nick's lips. "Nick?"

"Hm?" Nick steals another kiss.

"Do you think we could pretend to be like a high school couple again?"

Nick snickers. "Nooo, we were so awkward in high school."

Grinning, Charlie winds his arms around Nick's neck and pulls him closer. He can feel one of Nick's hands on his waist. "We're still awkward."

Nick leaves a trail of sticky kisses on Charlie's neck and cheek. "I'll let you know that I'm a… suave gentleman, Mister Spring."

"Right." Charlie drawls, and they have to break the next kiss because they're smiling too hard.

~°~

As far as Charlie knows, five year reunions aren't all that common - his year certainly isn't planning to have one - but some of the more sociable guys in Nick's class collaborated with people from the girls' school and this idea came to life. A joint reunion. On school grounds, no less, because they thought it would be nostalgic. Charlie would rather call it torturous, but even he has to admit it'd be kind of nice to see some of his and Nick's go-to spots. Like the art room. Or the nook behind the gym building where he touched Nick's bare stomach for the first time…

It's a funny thing that suddenly, he remembers that with great clarity, even though it wasn't pivotal in any way. He wonders what Nick thinks about as they walk through the old, familiar hallways hand in hand under the papier-mâché decorations.

"Do you think we're the only ones who came?" Nick whispers, which pretty much answers Charlie's question. It's eerily quiet. Their steps echo on the tiles as they approach the door that leads to the pitches outside.

Charlie pushes it open and comes face to face with Ben Hope. "Oh."

"Sorry." Ben says automatically, taking a step back before realizing who he's talking to.

His face twists then, but Charlie can't read it. All he can see is flashbacks to petty hatred and jealousy. He freezes. At the same time, he can feel Nick tense. His hold on Charlie's hand tightens, and he steps forward, trying to angle himself in front of Charlie. He must have been aiming for subtlety, but his broad shoulders and the narrow doorway make it impossible, and Ben's eyes snap to him immediately.

Ben blanches. He looks lean and pretty as ever, but it looks like a facade to hide the struggling within. Or maybe that's just the way Charlie sees him after everything he went through and witnessed in school. "Hello."

"Hi." Charlie manages to croak, pulling Nick to the side. "Sorry, we're in your way."

Ben averts his gaze. He clears his throat. "No problem." Without another glance, he rushes inside the building.

Nick's free hand is balled into a fist. His fingers clench and unclench in that awkwardly frustrated way that Charlie finds way more endearing than he should. "Didn't we agree that you wouldn't say the s-word to any of your bullies?"

Charlie looks at his feet. "S-"

"No."

A laugh escapes Charlie's mouth. "Oh, fine! It was just a courtesy, okay?"

Nick sighs. He gives Charlie a slow smile, then lets go of his hand only to throw his arm around Charlie's shoulders. "Let's find those picnic tables."

The reunion buffet is set up by the rugby pitch, with tiny, tasteless sandwiches and petit fours. It's surrounded with a few picnic tables for those who want to sit down, and some girls from Higgs are already mingling around. It's a mild, sunny afternoon. Charlie's content to soak in the warm light like a cat while Nick holds polite small talk with two lads from the rugby team. It seems as though they've grown even larger since graduation, their muscles bulging and sculpted with sharp lines. As conventionally attractive as that is, Charlie's glad that Nick's not obsessed with the gym like these two must be.

"I'll get us something to drink." He tells Nick and disentangles himself from his embrace.

He should also eat something, he figures, but old habits die hard - the thought of taking even a single bite in front of these people makes him queasy. He grabs a paper cup and gets himself some coke. Knowing all too well that if they're drinking different things Nick will just try to filch Charlie's, he pours out another cup and turns to head back. He stops dead in his tracks though, when someone approaches him directly.

"Charlie Spring!" It's Harry, loud and obnoxious as ever, but his grin doesn't feel mocking this time. He claps Charlie on the arm, almost making him spill one of the drinks in his hands. "All right, mate? Haven't seen you in ages."

"Yeah. Um. Nick and I have moved to Leeds." Charlie replies. His insides clench from the dread of an imminent homophobic comment, but Harry's trademark cruel grin doesn't make an appearance.

"You two still going strong? Glad to hear that, real glad, mate." He nods, still in the habit of using 'mate' as a punctuation mark. "I shacked up with my girlfriend in Kensington, can you believe it?"

Very much so, Charlie wants to roll his eyes, but he offers a polite smile instead, suspecting that Harry's disbelief refers to him having a steady girlfriend, not him living in one of the poshest neighbourhoods possible. He's right, because Harry launches into a gushing monologue about his girl that seems to come from genuine happiness and not a need to brag.

It's weird, having a normal conversation with Harry. The atmosphere between them never defrosted during their school years, even after the overt bullying stopped. But, it seems, Harry either can't remember any of that or chooses to ignore it. All things considered, Charlie realizes he prefers this to Ben's avoidance - but yet again, Ben has always been a coward.

After about twenty minutes of this surreal experience, his eyes wander back to Nick, missing the solid support of his hand on Charlie's back and the shield of his good-natured smile in the face of uncomfortable topics. It's evident that Nick is in a similar state. He's crowded by a circle of old classmates and some girls who probably used to have a crush on him, and his eyes are darting around in what Charlie identifies as panic. There's a ninety-five percent chance that he doesn't know how to say no and excuse himself from the conversation because he doesn't want to offend anyone.

A fond smile tugs at Charlie's lips. "So-" He bites back the second half of his sorry, remembering Nick's words. "I think I have to go rescue my boyfriend."

Harry follows his eyes. "Good idea, mate, we should join the lads!"

They have to skirt around the tables in a way that puts them behind some of the louder guys standing in Nick's group. Apparently, they have a vested interest in Nick's love life. It must be fascinating to them, Charlie guesses, but that doesn't make their questions less annoying or intrusive. He can feel the blood drain from his face when the first one reaches his ears.

“But isn’t it boring to only have sex with one person your whole life?”

"Yeah, don't you ever think about trying it with a girl? You're bi, after all, aren't you? You're missing all the fun at uni."

"I -" Nick draws his shoulders up defensively. "That's a shallow way of looking at it -"

It's their saving grace that Harry, with his usual penchant for drawing attention to himself, crashes the party. He greets all his old friends with complicated - and ridiculous - handshakes and throws in a story about his girlfriend, and just like that, everything else is forgotten. For once, Charlie feels thankful for his insatiable need for admiration.

He manages to shoulder his way through to Nick, who's still frowning in displeasure, and presses a drink into his hand. He puts his free hand between Nick's shoulder blades.

"Charlie!" Nick says in relief. "I've been looking for you."

Charlie gives him a weak smile. "I know." He looks around the group, and the guys who commented on their relationship earlier avoid his gaze. He spots Ben at another table. When their eyes meet, Ben looks away too.

"Can we go sit down?" Charlie asks Nick. Dark thoughts batter his mind, suggesting that people hate him, that they don't want to be in his company - he thought five years would have been enough to change that.

Looking concerned, Nick guides them to a bench at one of the tables. The early summer breeze blows his fringe into his eyes. "You okay?"

Charlie nods. He picks Nick's hand up and plays with his fingers, noting that the number of freckles on them has already increased in the marigold light. He thumbs at the base of Nick's fourth finger and wonders if this really is for life between them. He wants it to be - they've made it through the tough transition between high school and university without a break-up after all. They can make it through anything. But he can't help but be scared sometimes that he limits Nick's life. That he holds him back from experiences he'll regret not having later on in life.

"Okay. What?" Nick leans in closer, his mellow brown eyes focused on Charlie. "I can see you spiralling."

"Nothing. It's stupid." Charlie worries at his lip. He can't put the weight of his insecurities on Nick when Nick's already so tense from meeting some of the people he used to hate.

Nick, however, doesn't let it go. "Charlie." He whines, hugging Charlie close and rubbing his stubble on Charlie's face until he's pushed away.

"Oh my God, stop, stop." Charlie laughs. He blushes crimson.

Nick smiles back, utterly unashamed. "You asked me to act like we're in high school."

"You never acted like this in high school."

"Not in public."

Charlie laughs again. When Nick just sips his coke, watching him above the rim of his cup, he sighs.

"I was wondering if… if it really doesn't bother you that you never…" He runs a hand over his face. "I mean, you did miss out on some stuff. And you've been acting strange lately. Ever since you submitted your dissertation."

"What did I miss out on? Meaningless hook-ups and walks of shame? No." Nick shakes his head, frowning like the very idea irritates him. "One of these days I'm going to convince you not to ruminate over crap other people say about our relationship. Who cares about their opinion?"

Charlie smiles and rests his head on Nick's shoulder. "You're right. I let it get to me again."

Nick curls an arm around Charlie's waist. He's relaxed, but a second later, a strange tension spreads through him. He clears his throat. "Just for the record, that's not why I've been a bit out of sorts lately."

Charlie raises his head to look at him with wide eyes. "Then why?"

Nick returns his gaze for a moment, then leans down and kisses Charlie's shoulder through his shirt. "I'll tell you tonight, okay?"

Charlie's heart struggles to beat through the ice that seems to surround it. "Okay." He says faintly.

Nick's hand tightens on his side. "Oh, look, that's Miss Singh! Let's go say hi."

Mustering a smile, Charlie nods and stands up.

~°~

Overall, despite that little hitch and Ben's continuous awkward behaviour around Charlie, they have a reasonably good time. It cheers Nick up when he catches up with old friends he didn't stay in touch with, and Charlie gets to have a long conversation with Mr Ajayi, which makes it all worth it to be honest. They stay long enough that the afternoon sunshine bites Nick's fair skin and leaves him whining about his sunburn all the way to the hotel. Charlie laughs at him, and once their room's door is closed behind them, he pushes Nick on the bed and presses his cool lips to Nick's pink cheeks and nose until he can't stop giggling.

“Tell me again, why aren't we staying in your old room? Or mine?" Charlie asks, combing his fingers through Nick's hair. They're lying side by side on the covers, him on his stomach and Nick on his back with an arm outstretched to let Charlie press up close.

Nick's eyebrows curve up in the middle just like they do when he's about to ask Charlie something he cares deeply about, but he seems to think better of it in the end. "I kind of wanted to go down to the beach."

Charlie frowns and huffs a confused laugh, because it doesn't make sense, but Nick puts a hand on his nape and pulls him down into a kiss, and then it doesn't matter anymore. They make out in comfortable silence. He tastes the lingering sweetness of coke in Nick's mouth and shares wet, languid kisses with him. In the amber rays of the setting sun that stream in through the window, Nick's hair and eyelashes glow golden. His lips are soft and pliant, and his palms are a steady pressure on Charlie's neck and the curve of his back. He's so peaceful like this that Charlie just wants to warm himself on him, in Nick's love and the sense of belonging he feels in his arms.

He draws his kisses from Nick's lips to his neck, over his stubbly jawline to his pulse point, and he sucks the faint saltiness of sweat away from his skin until Nick squirms and pulls his shirt off.

Charlie's hand goes to Nick's pecs immediately. "What about going to the beach?" He asks playfully.

Nick bites his lip. "Maybe tomorrow?"

Charlie snickers.

They undress each other slowly, enjoying the moment. As though they haven't done this a thousand times before. How can it still be so mesmerizing after seven years? It never fails to amaze Charlie. Once they're both naked, he settles himself between Nick's legs and caresses the hills and valleys of his torso as if trying to memorize them, just like he did during their first time. He loves Nick's body. Loves that he's strong and thick but not sinewy like the adonises they cast in TV shows, he loves that Nick is hairier than he is, that he has freckles all over and a little layer of soft fat on his abs. He leans down and paints kisses on the skin he has just caressed, down along Nick's sternum, to one nipple then the next, then down to his stomach. When he reaches Nick's belly, he nips the supple skin there. Nick's hand tightens in his hair.

He looks up to meet Nick's half-lidded eyes. "I've been thinking about this all day."

Nick's chest expands around a deep breath. "Going down on me?"

"No, about your stomach."

Confusion looks ridiculously adorable on Nick's face, if someone were to ask Charlie. "Um, okay."

"I don't know, I just really like it." He kisses Nick's stomach again, running his fingertips over the spot that makes Nick snort a laugh.

"Charlie!" Nick captures his fingers.

"I'm serious." Charlie laughs back, then sits up and watches Nick until his grin fades. "So…" He raises an eyebrow playfully. "Do you want me to go down on you?"

Nick groans. His free hand is already clenched in the sheet. "Please."

Charlie smiles again. He settles in a comfortable position and takes Nick's cock in a gentle hold, casually stroking it while he has his fun adoring Nick's hipbones with kisses and bites. It's a game they play sometimes, to see who caves into desire first, who cuts the teasing short. Nick has already said please, so technically, it should be Charlie's win, but he doesn't argue his case when Nick lets out a quiet, breathy laugh at the first touch of Charlie's lips on his cock.

"Shut up." Charlie swats at him before mouthing his way up the side of Nick's cock.

Nick grabs his hand. He continues to snicker until Charlie wraps his lips around the head and sucks.

"Ah, that's so good." He sighs then. One of his hands strokes Charlie's hair. "So good."

Giving Nick head is one of Charlie's favourite things in the world. There's nothing quite like reducing him to a babbling, flushed mess with a few well-placed flicks of pressure. He likes to feel the muscles around Nick's hips jump to thrust but not move until he says it's okay, he likes to hear the hitches in Nick's breathing and taste his pleasure on his tongue. It's something he's become really good at over the years, and something about doing it in a new place makes it even more exciting.

When he pulls off, Nick's trembling. He tugs at Charlie's arm. "Charlie."

They kiss, long and deep, running their hands all over the familiar planes of each other's bodies until rubbing against each other isn't enough. With a needy noise, Nick pulls one of Charlie's legs over his hips. "Straddle me?"

Charlie only pauses for a split second to think it over. "Okay."

It's still not his favourite position to have sex in but he knows it when Nick needs to relinquish the weight of control. He can ride Nick if that's what he wants. He reaches for the lube in their bag to prepare himself while Nick strokes his thighs. Sometimes, Nick likes to bottom, but this isn’t one of those nights and quite frankly, Charlie prefers it that way. He enjoys the way Nick does it, how he holds and fills Charlie in the best of ways, and how sated they both are after.

"Ready?" He asks when he is, gripping Nick's cock again, trailing slippery fingers up and down its length.

Something about that question still makes Nick flush from anticipation. "Yeah."

It starts out as a slow ride, something sweet and comfortable instead of the rushed quickies they used to have in Charlie's last year of high school, when they were long-distance. Charlie doesn't even know why those memories float back to his mind but he can't help comparing the confidence in Nick's touches to those earlier days. He can't stop his brain from bringing back the memory of their first time when Nick was so nervous he almost cried. He has to slow down to a rocking movement because a giggle bubbles in his chest. Even without knowing the reason, Nick starts laughing along with him in ragged, panting chuckles, rubbing Charlie's arms and then grabbing his waist to flip them around.

He gives Charlie a messy kiss. "Hi."

Charlie's lips curl into a smile again. "Hi."

Nick laces both of their hands together and pulls them above Charlie's head. He takes a moment to let his gaze roam all over Charlie's flushed face. "I love you."

Charlie wraps his legs around Nick's waist. "I love you too."

It doesn't take long to reach the peak after that. As he often likes to do, Nick presses his face to Charlie's neck when his thrusts start gaining strength and speed, and Charlie lets the sensations of it wash over him, those rhythmic jolts of electricity and the gradually building heat. He can hear that Nick is on the precipice, recognizes the stutter in his moans and the rapid bounce of the mattress, so he wriggles a hand free and strokes himself to completion.

"God, you're so hot." Nick whimpers as Charlie gasps through it. Their mouths crash together again, sloppy and distracted, and Nick still keeps going, on the brink but unable to tip over it.

Charlie wraps his arms tight around him and starts whispering into his ear. “Come on, sweetheart.”

"Ah." Nick cries out, snaps his hips and stills, shuddering from the rapture of it, his chest damp and heaving against Charlie's. He all but collapses when the last ripples are over. "Oh, Charlie. That was…"

"Yeah..." Charlie closes his eyes. He walks his fingertips down Nick's spine, then back up. He kisses Nick's ear. "Admit it, you have a thing for sweet nothings."

Nick just hums and hugs him tighter, his nose still tucked into the crook of Charlie's neck. Charlie shakes him. "Hey, no falling asleep on me."

Moving as little as possible, Nick pulls out and shifts his hips off Charlie, but keeps his torso draped over him. "Better?"

Charlie grimaces. He can feel the wetness between his legs and he hates the sensation. This is the reason why they still use condoms sometimes. He tries to crawl out of Nick's embrace. "I'm going to take a shower."

Nick makes grabby hands after him. "No, stay with me a little longer."

"I'll be back in, like, ten minutes."

"Charlie…"

"Ten minutes!"

He doesn't look in the mirror because seeing Nick's marks on his body is a double-edged sword, sometimes it makes him happy, other times his self-conscious nature takes over, and he doesn't want to deal with that tonight. He climbs into the shower and rinses himself off, relishing the hot water on his skin. He's about to finish up when he hears the shower stall open, and Nick's hands touch his shoulders.

He laughs, unable to turn in the tiny space. "We don't fit, you dork."

"We can try."

He bats Nick's hands away and gets out. "You're so clingy today."

It's the wrong thing to say, perhaps, because Nick goes quiet, and Charlie has to dry himself in the awkward silence. But just when he's about to apologize, Nick pipes up on the other side of the shower's wall. "Char, can we go down to the beach after all?"

"Now? It's an hour-long drive. We won't catch the sunset, if that's what you're thinking."

"I still want to go."

Charlie breaks into a confused smile. "Okay."

~°~

The sky is purpling blue with billowy grey clouds when they arrive at the beach. Their beach, with its rocky shore and colourful huts. They take a walk along the empty bay while the water laps sluggishly at the shore. The wind teases the curls of Charlie's hair and makes Nick zip up the hoodie he stole back from Charlie's side of the wardrobe. They're quiet, and the lack of conversation worries Charlie. It wouldn't, normally, but Nick seems lost in thought again, and he said he had something to tell Charlie. What could it be?

At a spot near the water, Nick stops and they take a moment to watch the town's lights play on the waves. Then, he takes a deep breath, looking at Charlie then away again. Charlie doesn't know what it means.

"Charlie?"

"Yes?"

"This isn't really how I planned to do this, but uh…" He puts his hands in his pockets and turns one of his feet on its side. Charlie's eyes zero in on that movement, but he still can't put it together. "There's something I've been wanting to talk about for a while now."

"Don't - Don't say it." Charlie interrupts, panicking. They can't break up, he doesn't want to - everything was fine until Nick started behaving like this last month. What if it's a quarter-life crisis? "We can work it out, I'm sure, just let me know what's wrong and I can -"

"Charlie." Nick removes one hand from his pockets to squeeze Charlie's shoulder. "Nothing's wrong."

"Are you sure?"

The answer is an incredulous laugh. "Yes."

"Oh. Okay."

There's a pause when they try to read each other's expressions and fail.

"What?"

Charlie hides his hands in the sleeves of his sweater. "Just. You've been quiet in the past couple of weeks. A bit distant sometimes."

"Oh." Nick's eyes go round in genuine surprise. "I didn't notice. I'm sorry if I came across like that. Just had a lot on my mind, really."

Charlie nods, waiting with his heart in his throat. He doesn't expect Nick to step close and stick his own hand into the sleeve of Charlie's sweater to hold Charlie's fingers.

"You're my best friend." Nick starts. His palm is clammy. "You're everything I've ever wanted in a partner, and… I kind of prepared a speech but I'm too nervous -" He stammers.

Charlie's heartbeat races for an entirely different reason now. He feels like he's back in that empty room at Harry's sixteenth birthday party, leaning in to kiss his crush and hoping he isn't dreaming. It's surreal to see the same wildly nervous light in Nick's eyes and the determination in his jaw to barrel through his fears nevertheless.

"I just love you so much." Nick says, leaning even closer. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

Charlie has to squeeze Nick's hand not to faint. Nick gives him a long, hopeful look, then pulls his other hand out of his pocket. There's a little box in it, and when Nick pops it open between their chests, Charlie sees a ring.

"Will you marry me?"

Charlie doesn't think it's embarrassing that after the emotional rollercoaster he put himself through, he bursts into tears.

"Yes." He laughs. "Obviously."

He barely keeps himself from sobbing into the kiss Nick presses to his lips. He continues to smile and cry at the same time as he watches Nick's trembling hands put the ring on his finger. When it's finally on, he throws his arms around Nick and hugs him tight. Nick's face presses into its usual place on Charlie's shoulder. "I never thought this would happen to me."

Nick clutches him tighter. "Me neither."

"I can't believe you asked me after your class reunion."

"I told you I didn't plan it like that! I just couldn't keep it a secret from you any longer. You were already catching on."

Charlie strokes Nick's hair. "You really want to get married?

There's a second of silence, then Nick pulls back and laughs. "Yeah. Isn't that obvious?"

Charlie opens his mouth, but he can't say anything, he's grinning too hard. With a fond smile, Nick shakes his head and presses their foreheads together. "Do you want me to pick you up and shout it out loud?"

"Please, don't." Charlie chuckles, but Nick's already running into the sea, spreading his arms and turning towards Charlie.

"I love Charlie Spring, in a romantic way, not just a friend way!"

From one of the houses closest to the beach, someone hoots. Charlie covers his face with his hands. He can hear the squelch of Nick's shoes - he's going to be the one to drive them back to the hotel now, isn't he? "My God, you're so cringe."

Nick's laughter rumbles in his ear. His arms wrap around Charlie's waist. "You love it."

Charlie sighs, but the kiss he lays on Nick's lips is soft and tender. "I really do."

🍂End🍂

#heartstopper fanfic #nick nelson #charlie spring #heartstopper #narlie #nick x charlie #my writing

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Surprising Sir Grumps-A-Lot

Pairing: SanSan Rating: T Summary: It was a medieval inspired men’s attire that, in his humble opinion, made him look terrible. But Sansa wanted to go in couples costume to the medieval faire, and well, it wasn’t too bad. She did try and get into his hobbies (bad at motocycles, excellent rugby cheerleader), so it was only faire that he try to get into hers. Even if it was for only one day Words: 1366 Notes: My 100th ASoIaF fic. A gift for @thefeatherofhope, hope you like it! Tagging: @mousedetective

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Sandor grumbled at the outfit that Sansa had chosen.

It was a medieval inspired men’s attire that, in his humble opinion, made him look terrible. But Sansa wanted to go in couples costume to the medieval faire, and well, it wasn’t too bad. She did try and get into his hobbies (bad at motocycles, excellent rugby cheerleader), so it was only faire that he try to get into hers.

Even if it was for only one day. So, he could do it. And he stared at what Sansa had chosen, dark, almost black breeches, a white shirt and burgundy… coat? Overcoat? Vest? Whatever the seven hells that was called and of course, knee high boots. Where had Sansa had gotten those, he could not say, but he was both impressed and worried. But over all, the outfit wasn’t bad. Just not his thing.

He dressed carefully, no need to upset the Little bird by tearing the clothes up, so he dressed and when he was ready, he gave himself a once over in her full length mirror. He looked… well, fine. It was surprising really, he had not expected to look good on the outfit, instead, he looked like he belonged.

And when Sansa came out of the bathroom, dressed like a Princess (and looked quite like one of those fairy tales and legends she loved so much), and saw him, well, the radiant smile and squeal she let out was worth it. And he couldn’t help it, he smiled at seeing her so happy.

“You look beautiful, Little bird.”

Sansa beamed at him. “And you quite handsome. Ready to go?”

He nodded. He really wasn’t overly excited at the thought, but, he loved Sansa and what harm could do to wander around a medieval faire, watching some shows, eating and drinking? None. So, he put his complaints aside and braced himself. He could do it, for Sansa.

And so, they made their way to the faire.

“By the way,” Sansa told him as they pulled to the lot where the faire had been erected. “We might cross paths with my friend, Brienne.”

“Fine.” He looked at the place and watched as people of all ages were forming a line to pay and access it. He took a deep breath and then released. He could do this. “Let us do this.”

Once more, Sansa beamed at him and opened her car door and got out. He followed her and they made their way towards the line. While Sansa had insisted on paying, he had still brought some cash and his cards to make sure he had money in case they needed it. Sansa paid and she promptly took his hand and rushed inside, he followed without trouble.

They began to wander around, he simply followed Sansa’s lead. And she tended to stop at most stalls and watch the crafts and other things. She would sometimes show him things she thought he might enjoy and it wasn’t so bad. Much to his surprise, he found himself enjoying the outing. More like, enjoying Sansa’s enthusiasm with everything, and he did not complained much.

And then, Sansa decided they should enjoy the games. They walked around the maze holding hands, and trying to get themselves out fast. He found that he was very good at throwing axes and won a small prize for Sansa. He and Sansa competed at ring toss, to his surprise, Sansa won that one. He however took a prize for test of strength, and he was quite intrigued by the game of archery. He wasn’t bad at it, Sansa had barely been able to shoot, and wasn’t that an interesting discovery, finding that he was very good with weapons?

They began to fill hunger, so they made to the food stalls. They opted for one that was called ‘Inn at the Crossroads’, Sansa opted for a chicken sandwich and he for a brisket one; for their drinks, Sansa got wine and he a large tankard of beer. The food was well served with fries and corn on the cob on the side. He had no complaint of the food, the portions were large and filling. Sansa took a bite of his sandwich and he of hers. And even when they were full, they still went to the bakery stall and got a lemon cake for Sansa and he opted for a cherry tart.

They were so full, but still in a good mood. It surprised him how he had not found much to complain about, not that he was expecting to hate it, but he was sure this was not something that was for him. But he was having fun, specially with Sansa’s enthusiasm and how she encouraged him to take part on the ‘manlier’ parts of it. To rest their food, they took in the entertainment and had a good laugh with the jester and the comic theater show.

He found himself shocked when he saw a man in full length armor carrying a broad sword. Sansa saw him staring and nudged him with her elbow. “He’s part of the knight show. But I understand that they welcome people who want to learn to use the broadsword. You should give it a go.”

He turned, his brow raised. “For the show?”

Sansa laughed, “No silly, the show is for professionals only. But you can join the club, they teach every Friday I believe. And after, those who want can join the show.”

“Sounds interesting.” It was, he wasn’t going to deny the appeal of learning how to wield a broadsword. Because if there was something he discovered about himself, was that he had a good hand for sharp objects. “I might give it a go.”

“You really should.” Sansa nodded. “I think Brienne is in the class. She speaks about it, I wanted to tell you, but I wasn’t sure if you’d like it. But look at you today, you won the games with weapons.”

He frowned and began to rub his chin with one hand, “You might be right.” He nodded once, “I’ll ask about the classes. They sound interesting.”

Sansa began to pull him towards the tourney show. “Come on. We still have one more show to see.”

He followed and sat next to Sansa and took her hand in his. Sansa turned and gave him a smile and he returned it. The day had passed quite quickly, and it had not been bad at all. Maybe they could do it another time. And they watched the show and he found it interesting.

And then something happened, as the show ended, a man walked into the arena. “My Lords! My Ladies! We thank you all for coming, and before we say our farewells, we have a special moment, would Lady Sansa Stark rise!”

He turned to see Sansa stand, and then, much to his surprise, she went down on one knee and pulled something from her purse. His eyes grew wide.

“Sandor, I love you.” Sansa started and she pulled a man’s watch from her purse. “And I do not want to let you go. You are the best man I have ever known. And I’m quite selfish, but I want you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. You’re the only one for me, what do you say, will you marry me?”

His eyes blurred and he did his best to blink back tears. His throat tightened, but somehow he managed to swallow, and then said, “Yes. Little bird, I will marry you. If you’re sure that you want me.”

“I do. I want you.” Sansa’s face was soft and hopeful. “So that’s a yes?”

“It’s a yes.”

Sansa squealed and all but leaped into his arms, he held her and kissed the top of his head. But Sansa pulled him down and planted a kiss. One that he returned quite eagerly. And they simply held each other, while around them, people clapped and cheered.

When they separated, Sansa grinned and said, “Well, Sir Grumps-A-Lot, our fairy tale and song is starting.”

He snorted a laugh, and said, “Yes. This will be quite the song indeed.”

#sansan #sansa x sandor #Sansa Stark #Sandor Clegane #ASoIaF #asoiaf fic #au: modern westeros #established relationship

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