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workingforitallthetime · 28 days ago
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kristy mcneill is a genuis for orchestrating that b*rst**l umich video and getting it to drop at basically the perfect time. witness:
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(via frank serevalli at daily faceoff, not linking bc the article is infuriatingly misogynistic)
naur is going big game hunting, and that video shores up michigan’s biggest recruiting weakness by lavishing attention on the (palatial) shared athletic facilities. so what if yost doesn’t have the training/recovery facilities that hockey arenas at other schools do? you can still run on an aqua treadmill and watch the nfl in the hot tub with nine of your bros just across the way.
naur, looking directly into the camera and reminding players that at a certain point in their career the CHL’s not even a serious option. it’s the NCAA, or maybe riding the bus in the AHL. oh, and don’t forget we have football at the big house. god, kristy, you’re a genius.
note also that the recruiting targets have been significantly upgraded. previous chl defectors are not being invited back to the fold:
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sorry kiddo, find another school. naur’s giving your spot to gavin mckenna.
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erodasfishtacos · 3 years ago
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ST. PAUL
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warnings: smut, daddy kink, 18+
Harry loves being the center of attention.
It’s really no surprise at this point that he enjoys when tens of thousands of people are watching him perform.
He also secretly loves that people love his wife as well. He swore sometimes he thinks his wife is more popular than him during tour.
YN was didn’t come out from backstage to stand and watch the show right away like she usually did - she was working through some merch issues with Jeff.
Harry noticed that the fans were continuously looking back to where his wife would usually stand for the show.
Between one of the sets, Harry goes about ready some of the posters that fans have brought and he huffs out a faux affronted remark as he reads one out loud.
“I’m only here for your hot wife.”
He jokingly glares at the fan as the crowds laughs, “M’gonna have t’have a talk with security about these posters! Y’hitting on m’wife in front me! She’s not even out here, tough luck mate.”
Then he shimmies away as another song comes on.
A few minutes later, a sign pops up that says, “I want to taste YN’s watermelon sugar.”
Harry gives the person holding the sign a look of disbelief and shakes his head in disapproval at the poster before turning away.
“Should I text him?”
Harry reads from a fan’s board, he holds up his left hand and wriggles his ring finger that is donned in his wedding band, “Y’asking the wrong person, love. I’ve been locked down f’eleven years, don’t know much about the new age of dating!”
He goes on to say, “My only advice is if he’s playing games - don’t do it. Trash, trash, trash. Not for you.”
When YN finally arrives to her usual spot, everyone tries to get a glimpse from where they’re at. It was a thing, everyone wants to not only get a glimpse of Harry Styles’ wife but also her outfit.
There were hundreds of instagram accounts now dedicated to their matching tour outfits.
The short dress she was wearing was made of the same material and color as his shirt *** and she looked stunning as always.
The singer notices all of the attention dart to the side of the arena, where he also spots his beautiful wife smiling with Glenne as they go to their usual spot.
When She ends, Harry walks down the catwalk with a exaggerated pout on his face, giving his wife a pointed look, “I just want to remind everyone, this show’s about me! I’m quite the narcissist so I know m’wife is gorgeous but we’re here f’me!”
The crowd erupts in laughter and playful ‘boos’ as a dimply smile spreads on his face as he adjust his in-ears.
YN bites the inside of her lip, holding back her own giggles at her husband’s boyish antics before she joins along in the boos.
“Alright, alright, no booing me now,” Harry titters like the comedian he is, “Just remindin’ y’who this is all about. Me! But let’s give a round of applause to m’wife who deals with the narcissism on a daily basis!”
The arena does so, thousands of fans capturing their interaction on their phones for people to coo over later.
YN rolls her eyes, laughing at some Glenne says before and then Harry is starting his next song with a few glances over to her until they meet eyes and he blows her a kiss which she returns.
And then a poster pops up in the pit that Harry knows he has to snag - gets a brilliant idea so he asks the fan to pass it forward.
He props his mic back into its stand before turning the poster around and showing it to his wife on the side.
“Show us your tits, respectfully.”
YN flips him off with a giggle before teasing at the collar of her dress which makes Harry’s jaw drop dramatically and he gives her a surprised look before shaking his head. ***
“Don’t y’dare flash the goods! I’m just jokin’ around, this is a family show….” He pauses before prompting the crowd, “Or is it?”
As he performs Lights Up, YN steps forward to the barricade to call over one of the fan who is awestruck as she stumbles over to YN.
“Could I borrow your sign?” YN asks the fan - who was dressed in a sequined suit that looked amazing and she had to compliment her on that too.
“Uh…yeah. He-here,” The girl stutters nervously, passing over the posterboard with shaky hands at meeting YN.
She was sooooo pretty up close, smelled like chanel number five, and smiled warmly enough to make the fan feel comfort.
“Thanks, I’ll give it right back,” YN assures her, stepping back over to Glenne, they giggle together before YN holds it over her head.
“Choke Me Daddy.”
Harry spots it in a mere minute, reading it over and unable to hide the moody, dark expression that flashes across his face before he covers it up by looking elsewhere.
Just the reaction she wanted.
Harry stay away from that side of the stage for a little, YN knows it’s to prevent a very public boner from her behavior.
YN hands it back, agrees to take a few pictures with the girl and her friends before they go back to enjoy the concert.
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The girl who lent her the sign goes on to make tiktoks about the meeting.
“She was super nice and giggly.”
“She let us take a ton of selfies.”
“When she held it up, Harry like instantly got pissed or turned on or something because he gave her this look and it was intense.”
“Harry was staring at her like the whole concert after she held up that sign.”
“It seemed like YN was purposefully ignoring his signals to make him even more annoyed.”
“Her ring was so pretty.”
“I couldn’t tell who was more attractive, Harry or YN, I think they’re literally the hottest couple alive.”
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When the concert ends, Harry bolts off stage - waving and blowing kisses to his adoring fans before disappearing into the back.
YN is waiting patiently by the entry, where she usually was, her stomach was tight and bracing for her husband’s reaction.
She wanted to play.
They both knew it.
Hell, the whole arena had known she wanted it.
And to her absolute disappointment, Harry arrives back stage and pulls her into a tight hug. He pulls back gently to kiss her with his large palm cupping her face.
“Hi baby, m’exhuasted. I’ll shower at the hotel,” Harry rasps, peppering a few more soft kisses before intertwining their fingers.
YN has to hide her disappointment that it wasn’t Harry coming back stage, shoving her into his dressing room, and giving it to her hard for the sign she held up.
Nope, during the ride to the hotel, he was cuddly and like a puppy - whining until YN massaged his neck and allowed him to lay his head in her lap.
He doesn’t bring up the sign, just relaxes quietly until they get to the hotel and then just grabs her hand to lead her to their room.
YN tries to settle down the itchy arousal in her belly when Harry goes to shower.
She changes out of her dress into one of Harry’s shirts and goes about folding and organizing both of their suitcases.
After the shower stops, YN hears Harry moves around for a moment until he’s opening the bathroom door.
“Do you want to order room service? I’m star-“
She’s cut off when her husband’s hand reaches down and intertwines into her hair - gentle by firmly pulling her to stand by it and tugging her back into his hard chest.
“Harr-“
“I don’t think so, baby. I think s’daddy, yeah?” Harry hisses against the shell of her ear, “Do y’think I’d forget about y’holding up a sign that said choke me daddy?”
It’s easy for her to slip in a fuzzier, submissive state because she knows her husband will keep her safe and always take care of her.
“You showed that sign fir-“ YN begins to argue back but Harry pulls at her hair to silence her.
“Y’want t’argue or do you want t’be a good girl f’daddy?” Harry asks lowly, his voice threaten and void of any of his normal warmth, “I think ten is a good number, hm? Ten t’your arse?”
“But-“ YN loved to push him, she wanted those ten but she also liked to rile Harry up which was even better when he was adrenaline high from a show.
“Say ‘yes daddy’ or I’ll add five,” He warns, his voice had a delicious rasp from singing and he wraps his hand into her thong and rips it - making her yelp as the elastic snaps against her skin.
YN’s heart is pounding out of her chest, usually she was the one who took Harry by surprise - not the other way around.
Her skin was aching already from the brush burn of the fabric being torn from her sensitive skin, scalp pulsing from the tension on her hair.
“You were so obvious on stage, H. Once I held up that sign, your face gave everything away - that you’re so easy f’me - it’s embarrassing. I’ve been locked down for eleven years,” She imitates his accent in a bratty bite.
Harry snaps, nearly picking her up as he manhandles her over to the large hotel bed and she finds herself on her belly with Harry landing a hard slap to her right cheek.
“Y’think you’re s’fuckin’ cute? Don’t act like it doesn’t get y’soaked seeing all those fans cry f’me and I come home t’you,” He chuckles meanly, “And y’want to call me desperate? Look in the mirror, love.”
YN wriggles a bit but doesn’t have much time before the second and third hit with his rings still on - making it hurt even more.
“Count f’me, sweetheart,” Harry hums, thumbing open her cheeks to lean down and teasing lick her tighter entrance before letting go to land the fourth one.
“F-four,” She chokes out, feeling herself drip onto the sheets and her nipples tighten against the cotton fabric of the shirt she still has on.
“Four what.”
The air in the room is thick, humid as she mumbles against the pillows, “Four daddy.”
“Louder.”
“Four, s’four daddy,” YN moans, tacking on the fifth to her words when he lands on her left cheek and she can tell how sore she’ll be in the morning already.
“Gonna give me fifteen, baby? Or are y’done?” His voice is cautious, checking in to see where she’s at - if they add five more that means she really wants to play. If he stops at five, they both know that means she only wanted to be roughed up a little bit for the night.
“More, please.” YN gasps, shaking her bum in his face before it’s caught with the hardest hit yet and she yelps in a mixture of pleasure and pain.
After they reach fifteen, Harry is flipping her on her back and tugging her shirt off until her breasts spill out and he tugs roughly at a nipple.
“Daddy, please, please,” She whines, her thighs were damp and she was absolutely pulsating for his touch on her.
“I think I deserve an apology f’your behavior tonight,” He whispers against her puffy lips, his cock slipping against her mound lazily, “Desperate f’me even in front of tens of thousands of people. It’s quite cute, darling.”
“Fuck me, fuck me,” YN presses her lips to his eagerly, moaning when he slips between her folds and his tip bumps against her clit.
“Y’have no fuckin’ manners, pet. I think I’ve spoiled y’too much,” Harry admonishes with faux disappoint, pulling back until their centers aren’t touching and landing a smack to her mound.
Then he’s reaching down to thumb at her bud with a relentless pleasure but as soon as she starts to lift her hips into the feeling - he pulls away and tucks two fingers up inside her - repeats that quite a few times.
She felt like she was on fire, she needed him so badly that she wasn’t able to take much more of the teasing.
They usually played for longer, hours sometimes but on tour - it was hard to, both of them bone-tired and knowing they have to get up early and do it again tomorrow.
Harry knows his wife like the back of his hand, knows when she needs more and when she’s hit her limit for the night.
When he sees hot, fat tears spilling from the corner of her eyes, lips full and swollen, and she’s mewling, “Daddy.”
He knows she’s nearly at her limit, he slips inside her with no resistance and has to push for a moment because it feels that euphoric.
“Baby, fuck. Always feel s’fuckin’ good. This body was made f’me, yeah? S’addicitng, s’warm and tight,” Harry praises his wife, kissing her before tugging on her bottom lip with his teeth.
“S’for you, all of it. Ha-Daddy, I’m so close already, do it - c’mon,” She begs, legs wrapping around his narrow waist and pressing her heels into his bum.
They both know what she wants but he wants to hear her say it.
“C’mon, tell me. Say it and I’ll give it t’you,” He rumbles as he thrusts in with loud, smacking noises echoing through the room.
She blinks up at him with twinkling doe eyes, a small smirk on the side of her lips, as she says in a kittenish voice, “Choke me, daddy.”
And like that, his hand is collaring her throat and lightly pressing down until her breathe catches in her throat.
“Come f’me, m’desperate lil’ thing. All those people with those nasty signs and all I can think about it y’perfect cunt,” He murmurs in her ears, pressing just a bit more and then just like clockwork - she tenses and begins to come and he lightens his grip and releases when he follows soon after her.
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sorryjustafangirl · 2 years ago
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swain (noun)
a/n: this is from @antoineroussel 's surprise prompts challenge! i had a fun time getting back into writing, especially with someone who i hadn't written before - it was nice to get out of my shell :) my word was swain (n.) meaning a male admirer or lover.
word count: 1.1k+
pairing: pierre-luc dubois x gn!reader
warning: nothing i can think of
disclaimer:  this is a piece of fiction and real person fiction so if that doesn’t vibe with you, please don’t read! also, gif is not mine, all credit to the amazing creator.
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“Flower delivery!” Your boss called out to the floor and every coworker you had turned their head to look at you. It was already strange to receive flowers considering you worked at a hockey arena in Winnipeg but for this to be the fifth time an arrangement came for you? Your face already felt hot before the courier came, a gorgeous bouquet in hand. 
You quickly signed for it, thanking them, before placing the flowers – red roses like always – on your desk. Nicole, the coworker sharing a cubicle wall with you turned work best friend, had already popped her head over to stare at you, a knowing smirk on their face. 
“Someone definitely has an admirer,” they said in a sing-song voice and you felt heat rush to your cheeks. 
“Until I know who they’re from, it doesn’t really matter if I have an admirer or not. All I know is I am blessed to get fresh flowers.”
“Maybe they’re from Duby.” Her words made you stop admiring the roses and think. 
Duby. Pierre-Luc Dubois. Center for the team you worked for. 
A friend. 
Right?
Yeah no, a friend. Definitely a friend. The two of you had met when you nearly ran him over outside the parkade. In your defense, who waits for a taxi in front of the garage door? You’d given him a ride back to his place (the least you could do really) and the next morning, he dropped off a coffee at your desk as a thank you. You’d been talking at work and texting outside of it, sure, but it was all platonic. Coffee between friends. Walks back to your apartment because it isn’t considered safe to walk alone in Winnipeg. But there were no hidden touches, no double meaning words – nothing he’d done indicated anything more than wanting to be friends. 
You, on the other hand, were totally falling for the Quebecois and Nicole knew this. Their simple words had heat rushing to your cheeks and you turned away from her to hide your blush. 
“Pierre-Luc wouldn’t send flowers.”
“Oh, so it’s Pierre-Luc?”
“That is his name,” You said, giving them a pointed look. 
“Maybe. But you’re the only one here who calls him that.” She winked and ducked their head back to her cubicle. 
You didn’t get a bouquet of roses for a few weeks, but you didn’t mind. Work had kept you extra busy as the end of the season neared and you’d been spending more time with Pierre. You’d visited the art museum together just last week and you swore you caught him staring at you a few times, but he’d always point out the artwork behind you and your heart would drop a little. 
“What’s this?” You asked Nicole one afternoon, holding up a small cream envelope with your name scrawled on it. The two of you had come back from lunch and it wasn’t there when you left.
“Only one way to find out,” she said, leaning over the cubicle wall. You ripped open the envelope and found a note inside. No card, just some scrawny handwriting. 
“What’s it say?” They asked impatiently. When you flipped the note around to show her, their smile grew. 
Tu es plus belle que toutes les fleurs dans le monde.  
“Okay, that is French. Duby is the only one who is French. Thus,” They spread their arms out. “Your admirer is him.”
You scoffed. “I’m sure he’s not the only one here who speaks the other official language.”
“You never know, he could be!”
“For the last time, it’s not him.”
“But–”
“Enough!” You took a deep breath before standing up to match her eye line.  “Nicole. Enough. Seriously. I appreciate how supportive you are of my crush on one of our team’s highest paid players, really I am. But I am tired. I am tired of your constant optimism when it is so obvious he doesn’t like me like that, okay? Every time we’ve hung out, he’s been nothing but polite and friendly. I can’t even call it leading me on because anything that might be more than platonic could be me overthinking it. If it was going to happen, it would’ve by now. So, please just stop. He’s not my boyfriend or beau or admirer or swain or whatever word you want to use, he’s not it.”
“But I want to be.” 
You spun around at the oh-so familiar voice of Pierre-Luc and your jaw dropped when you saw him carrying a bouquet of red roses. Just like the past arrangements. 
A thousand thoughts were swirling through your head but all you could muster was a meek, “What?”
Pierre cleared his throat and stepped closer to where you were standing in your cubicle. NIcole had conveniently (and thankfully) dipped out of sight. 
“I want to be. Your boyfriend or beau or swain or whatever you want to call it. I want to be that person for you.” When you continued to stare at him, your jaw slightly open, he continued. “Only if you want me that is. I can- I can pretend this never happened if you want.”
The man standing in front of you wasn’t like the one that you saw on the TV, the slightly cocky version, no, he was more like what you saw. A softer side, one that took a call from his grandpa in the museum, one that walked on the road side of the sidewalk, one that only you were used to seeing. But here he was, at work, holding red roses for you, his smile a little shaky and his cheeks already flush. That seemed to shake the shock out of your system. “Please don’t. Please don’t pretend this never happened. I just…I didn’t think you were interested, that’s all.”
“Amour, believe me, I’m interested,” He said breathlessly. “You just make me a little nervous, that’s all.”
“You’re over six feet tall and play on knife shoes but I make you nervous?” At your question, his face got almost as red as the roses he still carried. 
“I can afford to mess up the hockey thing but I really only get one shot at this.” Oh my gosh, was he trying to melt your heart? 
“Good thing you didn’t mess it up then,” you said, trying to suppress a smile while he let his show. 
“Really?” You nodded and he stepped closer to you, placing the bouquet in the vase you’d started keeping at your desk. 
His smile seemed to settle and his confidence came back. “In that case, would you like to go for dinner tonight?”
“I’d love that Pierre.” 
“I gotta get to practice but I’ll pick you up at seven, okay?”
“See you tonight,” you said, biting your lip to stop smiling so wide when he winked at you before leaving your cubicle. 
“I told you the flowers were from him!” Nicole said from her side of the cubicle wall. You told them to shut up but there was no malice in your voice. You went to gush to them about what just happened when his voice popped back. 
“Oh, and just so you know, I plan on keeping that vase full.”
You could only blush. “I’ll look forward to getting flowers from my swain then.”
translation: you are more beautiful than all the flowers in the world
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wygolvillage · 3 years ago
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REVIEWING EVERY CASTLEVANIA BASED ON HOW CONVENIENT IT WOULD BE TO LIVE THERE
CATEGORIES
-Food: does the castle have a kitchen? a dining room? places to eat? (food items do not count for this.) this is the category most consistently not met.
-Sleeping Quarters: literally any bed, sofa, or anywhere soft to cozy up counts for this
-Entertainment: anything like a library, a coliseum, a ballroom, etc. how fun is this castle?
-Aesthetic Appeal: how pretty is the castle?
-Overall: just overall how good of a life you’d have. also includes anything that doesnt fit into any categories
SYMPHONY OF THE NIGHT
Food: there’s not much here, apart from the dining table in the castle keep, and the table in olrox’s boss room, which don’t have any food on them anyway. they are still recognizable as dining tables specifically, so i will count them though. the table in the observation deck on the outer wall could count as a place to eat dinner, with a nice centerpiece and two comfy chairs, but i feel like counting every table for this category is a bit too broad. if you’re REALLY hungry you could count the room in the coliseum with the gory, bleeding hunk of meat as food, but as it stands the sotn castle doesnt have anywhere to prepare food and hardly any places to eat it. 
Sleeping Quarters: there are plenty of nice chairs, but no beds. the best place to sleep would probably be the two cozy chairs in the library next to the little table with the green flame (i think u get the stone mask there?). they just look very comfy. the outer wall’s observation deck could be a nice sleeping spot, but the only chairs in there are a lot more rigid and not nearly as comfortable. drac’s throne could be ok too tbh, but having to go through the clock tower every time you want to leave doesn’t sound very fun lol (alternatively you could go through the chapel, but theres generally just a lot of climbing going on here). your options arent the worst, but they could be a lot better.
Entertainment: the castle’s got a huge library full of books to read, a coliseum to watch monsters fight to the death, a telescope, boat rides in the caves, and so on. I guess olrox’s quarters also can be seen as a ballroom. tbh i think in terms of stuff to keep you occupied in ur daily life sotn’s got you pretty covered.
Aesthetic Appeal: well it’s symphony of the night, of course it’s gorgeous! obvious points of interest include the marble gallery, the chapel, honestly just the whole thing. this game is very pretty
Overall: eh. ok, but could use some work on the essentials. needs a kitchen and a bedroom
CIRCLE OF THE MOON
Food: i’m actually impressed. there’s absolutely nothing that fulfills this category even in the broad sense. even if we were counting food items it’d lose out since they’re all stupidly rare drops.
Sleeping Quarters: ehhhh... maybe the throne room? other than that ive got nothing
Entertainment: ballroom in the observation tower, i guess using the observation tower in general could be counted as entertainment. there’s also some bookshelves in the warehouse, but going into a dingy old storage room to do some light reading sounds not very fun. the battle arena could be fun to watch though
Aesthetic Appeal: this castle leaves a lot to be desired with its drab color scheme. I think the chapel tower and eternal corridor are probably the nicest looking areas of the castle, and some paintings on the walls look pretty nice. probably the worst castle for this category lol
Overall: the worst. carmilla wtf. also may i please bring up the safety concerns of the extremely contaminated water and the huge hole in the floor with a potentially fatal drop
HARMONY OF DISSONANCE
Food: not much here, but juste’s decoration room does a lot of heavy lifting. there’s a table to dine at, silverware, plates and tea. not much, but it’s there, and more furnished for a meal than the ones in sotn. a decent choice. no place to actually prepare food, however.
Sleeping Quarters: thank goodness there’s an actual bedroom!!! up in the throne room, where lydie was kept. not only that, juste’s decoration room also has a delightfully comfy-looking bed. one of the best choices of castles to sleep in.
Entertainment: THIS CASTLE HAS A GIANT PINBALL MACHINE which surely counts for a lot. there’s some books, a radio, and a phonograph in juste’s room. other than that, not much. but its pretty decent!
Aesthetic Appeal: this might be divisive but i think harmony’s castle is really pretty. standout places include the wailing way and the chapel.
Overall: decent! ...if you spend most of your time in juste’s room, lol. If we disqualified it, hod would be much less appealing... and of course, the convenience is certainly hindered by the constant locked doors and weird interconnecting teleporters. not the worst though
ARIA OF SORROW
Food: there are drawers full of plates and stuff in the inner quarters, and waiter skeletons to serve you food. (i hope you like curry!). the basement underneath the dance hall also seems to have barrels full of food, as well as meat hanging in there. i think we can call that a kitchen area, right? there are even butchers to help prepare it. The garden could also be used to grow produce. your food situation is very good.
Sleeping Quarters: there are some comfy looking chairs in the inner quarters- and a very nice chaise lounge in the headhunter’s boss room. this is your best option for sure, and not bad at all!
Entertainment: there’s a pleasant garden, a ballroom, a coliseum, a study full of books, and so on. on par with sotn, maybe even better
Aesthetic Appeal: it is a nice looking castle, very pretty. i find harmony’s more visually appealing, but aria is pretty good. standout areas include the chapel, the gardens, the forbidden area,
Overall: pretty good! necessities are covered, there’s a decent room to sleep in, and there’s definitely stuff to keep you occupied. It’s also the only castle that actually has a bath! I considered making this its own category but i think aos is the only game that actually hits this requirement so it seems superfluous
DAWN OF SORROW
Food: similarly to aria there’s a garden where you could grow your own food, other than that there’s not much which is unfortunate. had the lost village been populated it’s possible you could’ve bought food from local sources, but that’s sadly not an option. the waiter skeletons are back though! enjoy your curry.
Sleeping Quarters: a sofa or two in the demon guest house, and most importantly- a couple of GIANT BEDS :D
Entertainment: there is a giant piano!!! and ballrooms!!! there’s like... slot machine thingies, also? there’s also nice walks through the garden, and there’s at least one toy duck iirc.
Aesthetic Appeal: very pretty castle imo, the pinnacle, dark chapel and the demon guest house are the prettiest areas imo
Overall: not bad but a step back from aria’s high caliber. very clear winner in the bed department though
PORTRAIT OF RUIN
Food: portrait comes with the important distinction that the titular portraits don’t count. areas outside the castle proper have been disqualified- it must be considered to be the same map (otherwise ooe would win immediately via having a nice cozy village, lol). the reason i bring this up is because the “city of haze” portrait has shelves upon shelves of food and a cake shop AND a bar, but because of this criteria i have chosen to disqualify it- the portraits, in addition, are not real locations, but manifestations of the artist’s will. it is hard to quantify this. anyway, portrait’s got a nice dining room where you fight the vampire sisters, piled high with fancy food, but there’s no real kitchen (a running theme, you’ll notice, lol). on par with harmony.
Sleeping Quarters: this castle has a pretty comfy looking throne room imo. other than that, not much. there are beds in the forest of doom iirc, if you count portraits, but i dont, and it seems kind of inconvenient to travel through dimensions just to find a place to sleep.
Entertainment: this castle has motorcycles which rules. surprisingly lacking in entire sections that could qualify, though. not even the usual library! behemoth’s boss room is a mini-coliseum though so i shall count it.
Aesthetic Appeal: it’s decent. not my fav looks-wise, but i think the great stairway, the throne room and the master’s keep are pretty nice. the windmill at the tower of death is also a highlight. and there’s definitely plenty of paintings to look at, lol
Overall: eh? not as good as dawn. im kinda questioning my decision to disqualify the portraits themselves but i think its fair.
ORDER OF ECCLESIA
Food: THERE’S A KITCHEN!!!! there are butchers to prepare the food, too, and lots of it. if anything ooe definitely wins in this category
Sleeping Quarters: pretty much just the throne room lol, yet again
Entertainment: the library is absolutely flooded with books, and eligor’s arena... exists. honestly if anything ooe’s castle seems more set up for war than day-to-day pleasures, with areas like the weapons depot and barracks being more utilitarian. as a result, it suffers in this category.
Aesthetic Appeal: HOT TAKE but i think ooe has THE PRETTIEST CASTLE IN THE SERIES. The entrance and the library and the view from the mechanical tower and just asdkjsdfhkjsdf its all so good.
Overall: it has its pros but definitely its cons, the biggest among them being no real place to sleep. mixed bag.
FINAL WINNER: ARIA OF SORROW
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wonder-womans-ex · 4 years ago
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See It In Your Eyes
The sequel to ‘Cause Boy I was Made for You 
When Finn O'Hara was eleven years old, he got two things for Christmas: an Iron Man action figure and a telling off. There were probably other things, too, but in ten years (or eleven, or twelve, or even thirty for that matter) he wouldn't be able to remember them. 
But the action figure had been the one he'd eyed in the toy store window for the past seven months, and the telling off had been from his Aunt Isla. 
"There are two things you must never ask a lady," she had scolded. "Her age, and to see the mark on her wrist. Remember that, Finnegan." 
(For the record, he hadn't asked to see her wrist. He had asked her to pass him the stuffing, and he'd said "What's that?" when her sleeve got bunched up around her elbow.) (Not like she cared.)  
***
When Logan Tremblay was eleven years old, he nearly broke his jaw. One of the boys on his team tied his shoelaces together after practice and he fell and smashed his face on the locker room bench. 
After three and a half hours in the ER, he met his own eyes in the bathroom mirror, cheek swollen comically huge, and thought, don’t let it get to you, even though it already had. 
***
When Leo Knut was eleven years old, he got his first job. Sure, it was only a paper route, but to Leo, it was everything. Not only was he making money (real, actual money; his dad couldn’t tell him his Monopoly skills were just pure luck anymore) but he was the first in his family to learn anything interesting. One morning, halfway through his rounds, he flipped to the sports page. The words Local Team Manager Loses Job over Sexuality glared up at him. 
At lunchtime, when his parents asked about the news lately, he merely shrugged and took another bite of his taco. 
*** 
When Finn O’Hara was fifteen years old, he fell in love for the first time. Not with a person, no, but no one could deny that he was in love—by the fourth rewatch of Mamma Mia, his mother was resigned to promising him extra dessert if he would please, for the love of God, just sing anything else.
***
When Logan Tremblay was fifteen years old, he and his sister Noelle woke up at five in the morning on April Fool’s to rig their house. Noelle, admittedly, was behind most of it, but Logan came up with five spectacular (if he did say so himself) pranks: baking soda in the cereal and vinegar in the milk, which caused his father’s breakfast to fizz and explode the moment he poured it out; semi-permanent hair dye in his mother’s shampoo (her hair kept the blue tint for almost a month); all the hard-boiled eggs in the fridge swapped out for raw ones and vice versa; glue in his father’s shaving cream; and, just because he felt like it, all the toilet paper in the house hidden in the downstairs freezer. The day was a bright spot in a patch of darkness—it had been only a week before that he had found the tumblr post about anxiety symptoms and thought, maybe…
***
When Leo Knut was fifteen years old, he quit baseball—for good this time. His coach was confused as to why anyone would give up an 84 mph fastball and a glove that could catch any pop fly in favour of the ice, but Leo was sure. Hockey was his destiny. The pitcher’s mound had nothing to offer him, not anymore. 
***
When Finn O’Hara was eighteen years old, he met Logan Tremblay. His first thought—though he would not accept it until years later—was, He has very nice lips. I would like to kiss them. His second, mere moments later, was, Wait shit no fuck no dammit shit fuck.
***
When Logan Tremblay was eighteen years old, he began to wonder who his soulmate was. Maybe she would have coffee-brown eyes and a gap between her front teeth, the perfect height for him to rest his chin on top of her head. Maybe she would be taller, with wide hips and sharp elbows and long eyelashes. 
He tried to shake his fantasies of fiery red hair and gorgeous grins, because Logan was a hockey player and hockey players weren’t queer. 
*** 
Leo Knut is eighteen years old, and he is being pulled down a dimly lit hallway by Finn O’Hara. His wrist is warm beneath Finn’s grasp, his heart beating a little too fast for his liking. 
“Where are we going?” Logan asks from his place at the end of Finn’s other arm, but he gets no answer. 
Finally, they reach what Leo assumes is their destination: the…. Well, Leo isn’t sure where they are, actually. Some sort of storage room, he guesses, judging by the net in the corner. 
He still has no idea why they’re there. 
Logan is looking at Finn expectantly, a curious expression on his face. He looks like he knows what’s happening, and the thought bites at Leo’s heart. Great—he’s the only clueless one here. 
Finn takes a deep breath, and then another. “Hi,” he begins, and then stops. 
Not sure which of them he should look at, Leo focuses on a spot on the wall between Logan’s and Finn’s heads. He senses one of them watching him. He doesn’t check which it is. 
“So,” Finn tries again. “Ugh. I’m bad at this.”
“What exactly is ‘this’?” Logan’s brow, when Leo sneaks a glance at him, is furrowed, only a sliver of green eyes visible beneath his squint. 
There’s a thunk as Finn lets his head fall back against the wall. “This is me finally deciding to man up and tell you I’m in love with you.” 
Leo’s head turns to look at Logan so fast his neck hurts. He sees Logan blink once, and then twice. 
***
Finn meets Logan’s eyes. He can practically feel the electricity crackling between them. 
Because Logan knows.
He has to. 
He has to know that Finn’s heart nearly beats out of his chest every time Logan smiles. He has to know that sometimes he’ll be talking to someone, anyone—Cap, or Coach Weasley, or the press—and he’ll think about Harvard and he’ll forget how to breathe. Logan is half of Finn’s heart. 
But whether or not Logan knows it, the look on his face says he feels the same. Finn feels his lips start to curve into a smile. 
And then Leo says, “Why am I here, then?”
There are a hundred ways Finn could answer that question. One of them is ‘Why wouldn’t you be?’ and another is ‘I don’t know.’ He could be passionate. He could be tactful. He could be poetic or blunt or gentle or any of those things. 
What he goes with, in the end, is philosophical. 
“Who decides it’s wrong?” Finn says to the floor. “Any of it. The feeling. The wanting. The having, even. If it’s real, then how can it be wrong?”
He can’t see Logan’s face, nor Leo’s, but he imagines they must be confused. He goes on, not entirely sure he knows what he’s saying and not entirely sure he cares. “And maybe it’s destiny. And maybe it isn’t. Why does it matter? If it’s real and painful and there for the taking, why bother about whether it’s supposed to be?” 
Finally, he looks up. He senses that one of them is going to say something, and whichever it is, he cuts them off. 
“Maybe it’s not you. Fuck, maybe it isn’t either of you, and maybe I’m the only one who thinks it should be. But it has to mean something, doesn’t it? Because if it doesn’t… why bother at all?” 
And maybe, Finn thinks, I’m going to start crying.
***
Logan, mind still wheeling, is the only one who gets an inkling of what Leo is going to do before he does it. Finn certainly doesn’t, and he’s not quite sure Leo does either. 
He grabs Finn by the collar and pulls him up, their faces smashing together, red and gold curls tangling between their foreheads. Logan watches them slowly break apart, far enough away to lock eyes, yet still so close they’re breathing into each other’s mouths. His heart surges—with jealousy, yes, but also with something fiery and sweet. Something akin to excitement, or—dare he say—love. 
“Whoa,” he says out loud, not realizing it until Leo and Finn both glance over at him. His cheeks start to colour.
Then Leo places a hand on his shoulder and leans down to kiss him, too. This one is more gentle by far that the previous; a dance rather than a battle. It makes sense—Finn’s always been the brash one, the impulsive one, while Logan is tentative, sturdy—and it seems fitting that Leo is the one to remind them of that. 
Logan still doesn’t know what they’re doing there. 
Well, he knows what they’re doing, of course. They’re kissing. But he doesn’t know why Finn picked now to haul them halfway across Hogwarts arena and make it happen. Maybe if he really thought about it, something would come to him. 
But of course he’s not going to think about it, because Leo is still kissing him. 
When one of them finally pulls away—Logan isn’t sure who—Leo reaches one hand up and touches Logan’s lip. They stay there for a long moment, neither of them moving, before calloused fingers carefully skate across his waist. He turns towards Finn. 
They surge forward together, meeting in the middle. One of Finn’s hands fists in Logan’s hair, the other slipping under his shirt, as they kiss for the first time in nearly four years. 
He can taste salt. One of them is crying; it’s probably him.
When Logan starts to break away, desperate for air, Finn chases his mouth. Within a few seconds, though, he’s pulled back, too. It’s almost simultaneously that they remember there’s another person in the room. 
Leo’s lip is between his teeth as he worries at it. He doesn’t speak for a long moment; the silence, before it shatters, if practically tangible. “You two have history,” he says, like it’s a question he already knows the answer to. 
“We do,” Finn answers easily. There’s something fierce in his eyes. “But it’s the future that matters.”
Logan wishes Finn would stop sounding like Plato. Or Socrates. Or Aristotle. One of them, anyway. Finn is an American in his 20’s, not a 2000-something-year-old Greek. In any case, mystery is decidedly not Finn’s colour. 
Leo shakes his head. “That’s not what I meant.”
“What do you mean, then?” 
“I mean you guys are—you’re practically—” he breaks off. One of his hands moves towards Logan, only stopping when it hovers mere centimetres from his wrist. “May I?” 
“I—sure.” Logan’s heart skips a beat when their fingers brush. Leo gently turns his hand so Logan’s palm is up, and it’s not until Leo starts to push his sleeve away that Logan realizes what he’s doing. 
But by then it’s too late—those three paw prints he spends so much time agonizing over are on display, no longer private, no longer just for him. For a split second, he considers covering his wrist again and leaving. But he does no such thing. 
Because if he can’t trust Finn and Leo, he can’t trust anyone. 
Finn’s mouth opens slightly in surprise. “It’s—” he says, and there’s barely any hesitation before he’s pulled his sleeve up, too. 
It takes a moment before Finn’s soulmark registers in Logan’s mind. When he does, he starts to smile. 
They’re soulmates. 
***
Leo feels his jaw clench. He knows he should be happy for them—and he is, really. They’ll smile at each other, and they’ll kiss again, and they’ll go on with their lives as that one couple who are so in love it hurts to look at them. 
He turns away when tears start to pool in his eyes. He’ll go back to the locker room; they obviously want to be alone right now. “I’ll just… yeah.”
Just as soon as he takes his first step towards the door, Finn grabs his arm. “Wait,” he says, and Leo stops. 
“Logan and I are soulmates,” says Finn, all in one breath, “But there are three prints. Not two. And I know that it’s rare, but Re—but I’ve been told it’s possible. That it’s happened before.”
Leo thinks he knows, but he has to make sure. “Do you mean—do you think we’re—”
“I know you’re only eighteen,”  Finn continues. “And I know there’s no way of knowing for a while. But does it matter? Even… even if I’m wrong? I love you—I love both of you—soulmates or not.” 
Leo waits for one of the others to say something more. When neither does, he wonders why, and quickly comes to the conclusion that it’s because they’re waiting for him to say something. 
“Who told you?” he asks the moment it pops into his head. It’s not the best thing he could say, but it’s not the worst, either. 
“Told me what?” 
“You said someone told you it was possible to have two soulmates. Who was it?”
There’s a pause as Finn cracks one of his knuckles, deep in thought. “Loops,” he whispers, but not until Leo has decided he’s not going to say anything at all. “I was talking to Loops yesterday, and I told him I thought… anyway, he said I should tell you.”
“You told him we’re soulmates?” Logan’s eyes are wide and fearful. “He knows we’re…?”
“Not you guys, no. Well, Leo, maybe. I just said you were both on the team, that’s all.”
“But you would have had to say something about my age,” Leo concludes, the dots starting to connect in his head. “And I’m the only one who’s not nineteen yet.”
“Yeah.” 
Logan swallows, the almost comical gulp audible in the quiet room, and he crosses his arms over his chest. There’s something about the gesture, however, that tells Leo it’s an act of protection, not defiance. “He’s not going to… tell anyone, is he?”
“No. And if he doesn’t, I won’t.” 
“What?” Leo thinks he might be missing something. 
“He won’t tell anyone we’re… gay.” It’s the first time any of them have said it—that three-letter word that, in their profession, could ruin everything. “Because he has his own secrets. There’s a difference between being ashamed of something and wanting to keep it private.” 
Logan’s eyes widen slightly. “You mean… we’re not the only ones?” His voice is incredulous, choked with emotion, and Leo reaches out a hand to him. 
“I don’t think we ever were.” 
***
Finn feels as though he’s floating. No—this is better than floating. This is dreaming. At any moment, he’s going to wake up staring at the ceiling of his bedroom with Leo asleep just a wall away. A mile away. 
It’s like he’s watching, not experiencing, the way Logan’s fingers twine with Leo’s, love overflowing from the gaze they share. He’s imagining the kiss Logan leans forward to plant on his cheek. Leo’s arm wrapping itself around his shoulders is all in his head. 
But it isn’t. Without having to speak, the three of them make their way out of the storage room and back into the hall—blond and brunet hand in hand, blond holding redhead so close it seems he’ll never let go. Finn leans into the warm body to his side, and he feels Leo stagger slightly as Logan does, too. They seem as though they would be perfect on the cover of a book, or a movie poster—Three’s Company, his mind provides, and he files it away just in case he ever decides he wants to sell the rights to his life story. 
He’s a long way from that, though. After all, it’s been barely half an hour since they started to unravel this knot they’ve spent so long tangling themselves into, and right now all Finn needs to do is try his best to make sure they don’t get tied up again. 
The locker room is almost abandoned. Pascal’s packing up the last of his stuff, and he smiles when they enter. Logan, for one, stiffens slightly in fear, but it doesn’t seem like there’s any need to. Indeed, the only thing Pascal says as he does up the zipper of his bag is, “Be good to him,” and none of them knows who he’s talking to, so they all nod. 
Finn waits until they have the room to themselves to pull Logan close to him. “It’ll be okay,” he says. “I promise.”
“But if people find out—”
“Then we’ll have to deal with that—all of us will. But you don’t have to be afraid. The team’s family. And family means no one gets lost behind or forgotten.” 
Logan nods, chewing his lower lip. It’s obvious when the gravity of Finn’s words clicks in his head—the expression on his face twists into one of confusion. “Wait a second—why does that sound familiar?”
“Because it’s from Lilo and Stitch.” 
Swiveling his head towards Leo, Finn stage whispers, “Shhhhh!” This gets a smile out of Logan. 
“I knew I’d heard it before somewhere. Shame on you, Finn—plagiarizing the words of an innocent blue alien!” He stops, blinking. “There’s something I never thought I’d say.” 
Finn smiles. This is his life now. He thinks he’ll have a lot of fun getting used to it.
***
Skates swishing over the ice, Logan lets the world fall away. He stops thinking about everything—even Finn’s contagious laughter and Leo’s broad grin fade from his mind as he gets closer and closer to the goal. 
Almost there, almost there—
He shoots. The puck whizzes past Kasey’s elbow, only barely missing him. 
“Nice one, Tremblay!”
Moody is nodding in approval. Logan feels a rush of pride—it’s an easy, everyday drill, something he’s been able to do in his sleep since he was a kid, but praise is always a good thing. When he can’t have a cheering crowd, he might as well have a coach who admires his talents. 
“Merci!” he says, beaming, and then, on second thought, adds, “I’d be surprised if it wasn’t!” 
Out of the corner of his eye, he notices Finn and Leo bump shoulders. His heart swells—they love each other, and he loves that they love each other. Somehow, he finds it hard to believe it’s only been a day since the storage room and the kissing and—
“Tremblay!” Logan is shocked back out of his thoughts by Coach Weasley’s (albeit slightly amused) shout. “Stop daydreaming and take another shot!”
“Yes, Coach.” 
He’s sweating by the time he’s finally allowed to sit down again. He takes a swig of Gatorade, watching Finn try and sneak up behind him. 
“Boo!”
“Hi, Fish.”
“Dammit.” Two red eyebrows lift and fall again. “How’d you know I was here?”
“I saw you. You’re not inconspicuous.”
“You don’t just love me so much you could sense me from halfway across the world?”
Logan can’t help it—he glances around furtively, heart pounding, hoping desperately that no one heard Finn’s comment. “Well, that, too,” he adds, once he’s sure everyone else is sufficiently distracted. “But mostly that ginger head of yours just sticks out like a sore thumb. I call you mon rouge for a reason, you know.”
“Fuck you.”
"Peut-être plus tard.”
“In English, please?”
“...Maybe later.”
“But I want to know now.”
(If only he knew.)
Logan feels giddy as he realizes they really do have time for ‘maybe later.’ They have time, and they’ve earned it. After all, it’s been a day. It’s been eight years. 
It’s been forever. 
***
It’s almost a year later that Leo wakes up in an empty bed. He yawns, stretches, arches his back and hears his joints pop. For a moment, he wonders where his boys—even now, the thought that they really are his boys makes him unbelievably happy—are. 
Then he hears the voices from the kitchen. A smile spreads across his face at the exclamation of “Oh, shit!” and he swings his legs over the side of the bed, placing his feet on the floor and preparing for whatever disaster may greet him. 
(Honestly, who thought letting Finn and Logan cook was a good idea?)
And true enough, the moment walks into the kitchen he’s greeted by two things: the grinning faces of his boyfriends, and the smell of smoke. 
“What’s burning?”
“The bacon.” 
“Of course it is.” He reaches over, taking the pan from Finn, and scrutinizes it. “Salvageable,” he declares, “But please never try to make anything other than instant ramen again.”
Logan nods sheepishly. “Sorry,” he says. “We just wanted to make you something special. Y’know, for your birthday.” 
Right. 
His birthday. 
He’d actually forgotten about that. 
He’s not sure how—it’s all he’s been able to think about for almost a month now it’s here and he knows all three of them have the same thing on their minds. Sure, he’s excited, but right now, he’s leaning a little more towards terrified. Today’s the day. 
But he knows, when he lets a very real grin spread across his face, that they won’t pressure him. They know it’s his choice, and they’ll respect that. He has nothing to worry about except for the fact that the smoke detector is around six seconds away from going off. 
“Here,” he instructs Logan, putting the frying pan down on the stove. “Grab the fan from the bathroom—the little portable one—and bring it in here if you don’t want the fire department racing lights-and-fucking-sirens down our street.”
“Oui.” 
“Finn… just try not to set anything else on fire.” 
The hustle and (incredibly mild, all considering) panic only lasts for a few minutes. Finally, Leo presses a kiss to the top of Logan’s head, ruffling Finn’s hair, and opens the fridge. “Thanks for the breakfast, by the way.”
“Anytime.”
“...Or not.”
They all laugh at this, and when Leo grabs the milk and pours out three glasses, he watches them. He sees Finn pull out Logan’s chair with an exaggerated bow, glancing over and smiling when he and Leo lock eyes. 
It’s the classic movie dilemma. Will he, won’t he. Won’t he, will he. 
He waits until they’re all seated to bring it up. In the meantime, he rubs his wrist through the long-sleeved shirt he wore to bed yesterday for this very reason. It meant he was warm last night, but at least he gets a choice this morning. 
“So.”
Finn and Logan both look up. “Yeah, Peanut?” one of them asks—probably Finn, but Leo’s mind is too far away to give it much thought. 
“Are we going to talk about it?”
This time, it’s definitely Logan who responds, shrugging and poking at his bacon before saying, “Do you want to?”
“I think so.”
Here Finn cuts in. “I only have one thing to say, and that’s that whatever’s on your wrist? It doesn’t change anything. You’re mine—you’re ours—no matter what. We don’t have to be soulmates to be in love.” 
“I know that. I just… I used to feel like I was missing something, you know? It’s been ages since I did, but at the beginning I felt like this was your relationship, and I was just an extra part of it.” 
“I… I didn’t know you felt that way.” Logan’s eyes are earnest, emotional. Leo thinks he might see tears there. “I’m sorry.” 
“Don’t be. No, really—I felt that way, sure, but I don’t anymore. I know you guys love me. That’s what matters. I’m just tired of having the ability to tell myself I don’t belong, and this… this is what confirms it either way. 
“I want to know. I really do. But I can’t help being afraid of the answer.” 
Finn opens his mouth to speak, but Logan beats him to it. “It’s your choice. Whatever you decide to do, we’re here for you. You can do it today, you can do it tomorrow, you can do it in a year, you can do it never. Je t’aime, mon amour. Toujours.”
Time seems to slow down in the instant it takes Leo to reach into the deepest recesses of himself to gather all the courage he can find, take a deep breath, and pull up his left sleeve. His hands are hidden under the table, so neither Logan nor Finn knows what’s happened until Leo’s face spreads into the widest smile he’s ever worn and a choked, happy sob escapes his lips. 
He can see in both their eyes the instant they realize—Finn first, Logan following mere instants later—and he rubs a thumb over the golden print. Somehow, he knows that one’s his. 
He’s already seen this mark a hundred thousand times, but it feels so much more real there on his skin, blue and golden and green and—
“Yeah.” They know what he means. He wants to shout it out loud, sing it boldly as he walks down the street, because they’re his soulmates, and the only thing that matters more than that is that they’re in love. 
thanks to @peggyrose19 for betaing and @lumosinlove for the incredible characters <3
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slashersmasherlover · 4 years ago
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Summer Dates
Billy Lenz x reader fluff for @nightmarewritings​
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It was summer. Classes were no longer in session, and very few students were seen around. It was this time of year that you loved the most. Not because of the weather, but because you could finally spend some one-on-one time with your boyfriend. Of course, you still had a job so that you could buy food and other essentials for staying alive though. Most of the year, because there were other women living in the building, Billy would refuse to come down from the attic. But in the summer? You were the only one left living there. You took the task of cleaning over the summer so that you could FINALLY go on dates with Billy without being seen by anyone else.
Billy was, well, not exactly who you thought you’d end up with. If you told your past self that your college boyfriend is going to be a man who murders sorority girls, your past self would have started laughing hysterically.
You met him around Christmas a couple years ago. Billy was prank-calling as usual, and you, being the “weirdo” of your sisters, were intrigued. Of course, you were (secretly) turned on by his obscene comments, but it was your kindness to him that stopped him from killing you.
Neither of you had ever been in a relationship before, but you got along just fine. You helped him through his mental breakdowns and held him close at night. And then – fuck, you were falling for him. Billy noticed this when your touches became lingering and you did not want to let go. And the rest is history.
One night, when you were wrapped in each other’s arms, the thought came to you. Since it was summer, and there were less people on the campus, why don’t you plan little dates out with Billy?
Date #1
After staying in bed all morning, you got up and went to the kitchen. You prepared some sandwiches and took the bottled waters from the refrigerator.  You also grabbed a nice blanket. “Billy! I have a surprise for you!”
Running down the stairs, he stopped at the bottom, out of breath. “A surprise for Billy? What is it?”
“Follow me!” You grinned. When you opened the door, he hesitated. When you noticed, you walked toward him. “Don’t worry, we’ll be alone. There won’t be anyone else there.” You reached for his hand, and he slowly took it, following you outside to your car.
The drive took about ten minutes, and you parked on the side of the road near an open field.
“What’s this?” Billy asked, confused.
“A picnic!” you replied, opening the door.
Picking a spot, you laid out the blanket and put down your bag. Reaching inside, you pulled out two sandwiches, handing one to Billy, who immediately sat beside you. You also took out the waters.
It was a gorgeous day out, with the sun burning bright in the sky. Billy was stuffing his face with food nonstop, and you laid your head on his shoulder, making him jerk in surprise before patting your head lovingly.
“How do you like it?”
“Billy loves it!”
“(Y/n) loves Billy.”
He blushed before grabbing you into a bear hug.
“So, do you want to do this more often?”
Billy hummed in response.
Date #2
Billy plopped down onto the couch beside you with a humph. You closed your book, looking toward him.
“What’s wrong, babe?” you asked.
“Billy is bored.”
“Well, what do you want to do?”
He thought for a moment. “I want to go out.”
You tried to not look surprised. “Are you sure?”
Billy started to bounce on the couch cushion. “Billy is sure.”
You stood up. “Alright then, let’s go!”
The drive took about fifteen minutes before you arrived at your destination. The Roller Arena.
Billy looked at you questioningly. “What is this place?”
You tried to explain how it works. “Think of shoes with wheels on them. This is where you go to wear them.”
Entering the building, Billy gawked at the place. There was loud music, colorful lights, and the smell of food.
You paid for the rental shoes and showed Billy how to properly tie them tight enough.
“Now try standing up.” Billy did and nearly fell over before you grabbed his arm.
“Hold onto me, I’ll help you get the hang of it.” You spent the next twenty minutes helping Billy move around without falling before he let go of your hand and started to skate on his own. He had so much fun, even when he fell down a few times he still had a grin on his face.
“That was so much fun!” Billy gushed as the two of you sat down to eat dinner. He stuffed his face with a corndog and fries, making you laugh when you saw the ketchup all over his face.
“Best! Day! Ever!”
Date #3
“Do you want to get pizza and watch a movie tonight?”
Billy lifted his head off of your chest to nod vigorously.
You mentally went through different movie options. Comedy? Romance? Action? Horror? Something different? You finally settled on The Princess Bride.
A few hours later, you reached for the phone to order pizza. “What kind of pizza do you want tonight, Billy?”
Billy sat up straight, brow furrowed in thought. “Pepperoni? No…mushroom? No, can Billy have both?”
You nodded, dialing the number to order the food. After that, you set up the TV station to watch the movie. The pizza came in about half an hour after the movie started.
Seeing Billy laugh so hard was a rare but amazing sight to see, his eyes lit up with excitement and a toothy grin. And you laughed along with him, putting your head right on his shoulder when it got hard to keep sitting up straight.
If only the world would see him this way, a redeemable, loving man.
While you were thinking this, the movie came to an end, and you found Billy once again in your arms, this time stealing a kiss.
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darkestdesired · 5 years ago
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The Gladiators Prize
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@bugmanor
Warning:Smut,Water sex,swearing,Felix being a sexy and clingy Beast,Poor little reader never stood a chance.
Request: NSFW Felix x Innocent/Shy S/o.
An:I am so so so sorry this is so late,I hope this is ok! It's been a while since I've written smut but i am kind of happy with how this came out.
Gladiators had always been my favorite thing to study in history class,they were usually more beast than man.The stories always ended two ways but always with death,Either the lion or the man were leaving that arena alive.
Most of the time it was the lion.
But i never thought I'd actually get the chance to meet one in real life,That was until i found out that my entire college history class was going to the city of Volterra to visit some of the many wonders it had to offer. I was absolutely stoked,i was living by myself and had been wanting to move there my whole life,I was even saving up and nearly had enough.Might as well see what it had in store for me.
The plane ride over was exhausting but i was so glad when our bus finally arrived,Mrs.Gillard whistled to get everyones attention."Alright everyone,our hotel rooms aren't ready yet so why don't you all check out the shops while we wait." There was a wave of relief filled sighs throughout the group causing her to roll her eyes.She was always such a mean woman. I wondered around next to a few shops before deciding to lean against the wall of an alley,pulling out my favorite book about gladiators and blocking out the ouside world.
"Hello there gorgeous,what is someone as stunning as you doing here all alone?" I heard a deep voice ask,Looking up my face heated up immediately as i saw the devilishly handsome man infront of me.He was like a giant compared to me,but he seemed a bit starstruck as well as our eyes met.
"I-I uh.." It was as if my brain had completely shut down,he didn't seem to mind though since he chuckled."Didn't mean to surprise you cara mia,I simply saw a living goddess and wished to introduce myself." He reached over and gently took my hand in his before bending down and making a show of keeping eyecontact as he kissed my knuckles."You smell absolutely heavenly my dear,and what might your name be?" He said in a gruff sultry voice causing my knees to grow weak. "My n-Name is (Y/n)" i said like the utter mess that i was. He smirked down at me and stepped closer,i dropped my book and tried to move back but i was already against the wall.He listed his arms and successfully trapped me between his hulking body and the brick,The cape he wore blocked me from view from the wondering people that walked around outside.
"Such a lovely name..(Y/n).." My name rolled off his tongue like it was his lifes mission to make me faint from bliss. "My name is Felix Volturi Cara Mia,I suggest you remember it." I gulped,"And why is that..?" His eyes chuckled as what sounded like the mix between a growl and purring erupted from his throat."Because you will be screaming it soon enough."
This is it..This is how i die,i thought as he leaned his face closer,his eyes dark with lust."You are mine.." He purred.Something in me urged me to let go and live in the moment,But the sound of one of my classmates yelling my name broke me out of my trance. With a flustered face i quickly moved his cape and dove under his arm,not even attempting to look at him in fear that i might fully lose control.
He watched as i ran out of the valley and out of sight,bending down he picked up my book.He sniffed the book and purred at my scent,He chuckled when he saw the title of the book."Mmm we are destined my little flower,You can not hide from me."
Tossing and turning in bed i huffed before sitting up,I had been lucky enough to not have a roomate,but even that joy couldn't suppress the events of the day.I couldn't get felix out of my head,I had never had someone so attractive talk to me before,and especially not like that.Thinking back on it he looked a lot like the gladiators in my book,if i didn't know any better i would have assumed he was one.
Realizing i wasn't going to be falling asleep anytime soon i decided a nice bath in the tub that seemed more like a pool compared to mine back home would get rid of the heated fantasies that brought a blush to my (S/c) cheeks,Tredding my way into the gorgeous bathroom i undressed on my way there,not even bothering to pick them up on the way, before hopping into the nice steamy water.
I guess that's why i didn't hear the sound of the window opening.
Felix sniffed the air,causing him to lick his lips when he could still smell the traces of my lust,he thanked the gods when he saw my cute but sexy black panties laying onthe floor.Not even hesitating he picking them up and breathed in my scent,barely stopping the growl that threatened to escape.He stuffed them into his pocket before getting undressed,setting his clothes on a chair.There he leaned against the doorframe and watched as i played with myself,i forgot to shut the bathroom door.Since the tub was round i sat with my back to him,Not even realizing the danger i was in.
Sighing in pleasure i added another finger to my tight pussy,"Ah..Mm...Felix..." I moaned. Biting my lip i leaned my head back against the edge of the bath."That's right,say my name again Cara mia." My eyes shot open and i saw Felix standing over me with a sly smirk. Gasping i quickly turned and sat on the other side ,Blushing furiously when i saw the state he was in. "Do not be frightened my love,I told you you are mine." He stepped into the tub until he was knelt between my thighs.
"H-How..How did you get in here..?" I asked,Shaking despite the warm water that engulfed me. He chuckled,"I have my ways,Now let us continue where we left off,Shall we?" Leaning in he captured my lips,he started off gently and waited as i froze with wide eyes.It only took a a few seconds before i melted in and began kissing him back.
From there the kiss got more and more heated,His strangely cold hands grazed at my fragile skin from my shoulders to my breasts,He swallowed my moans as he kneaded my breasts and piched my now perky nipples.My hands held on his braud shoulders for support,Knowing if i let go i would likely sink into the water. Pulling away he licked his lips hungrily as he saw my blazed out expression,"Look at you,So needy for your gladiator hm? Does the idea of such a strong man claiming you turn you on? You are my prize for all of my victories my dear,it is time to claim what is rightfully mine." He pushed his knee forward and smirked,obviously pleased as i began to rut against his thigh involuntarily."That's it,Give into the pleasure." He grinned when he pulled away his knee,eliciting a whine."Do not worry my dear,I will give you what you desire." Grabbing my thighs and wrapping them around his waste he wasted no time in guiding his large member into my aching core.
He hissed and clenched his eyes tight in ecstasy when he was fully sheathed in my warmth,"Fuck..You are so tight my goddess..Tell me..Am i the first man to taint your sacred flesh? Tell me! For i shall hunt down any who has dared to take what is mine." He growled while mercilessly pounding into me once i had gotten used to his size. "N-No..I..I was.." He grinned widely,his dark red eyes glowing as he drowned in the beautiful sound of my moans."You are mine! Do you hear me? No one will dare to even think about taking you from me once i am done with you! Tell me you are mine!I will treat you like a queen." He reached down and grabbed my chin,not to hurt me in the slightest but to force me to look deep into his eyes."I-I am yours! Please Felix..Ahn..hah.." Tears poured down my cheeks,wrapping my arms around his neck he nipped at my neck,causing me to wriggle.
Now that i had accepted him he was going to ensure that i would not be able to walk for the next month.Leaning back he pulled me with him so that i was now riding him,He opted to watch as i bounced on top,enjoying the sight of my breasts bouncing.
"Forget all about the life you have lived before my innocent little mate,i am never letting you go again." I was so blissed out that all i could do was nod,running my hands down his stunning abs.
"Fe-Felix..I'm so close..Please..!"He licked a a stripe up my throat,relishing in the shiver the visibly rolled up my skin."As am i cara mia,Come for me!" With a few more harsh thrusts i felt my body spasm in the most amazing pleasure i had ever felt before.I could hear his grunts as his hands tightened on my thighs,"Fuck...(Y/n)!" He hissed.
I kissed his forehead before burying my head in his shoulder,letting exhaustion take over."All mine." Was the last thing i heard before darkness consumed me.
When i finally awoke i was dressed in an unfamiliar bedroom with my back pressed against a cold chest,arms secured protectively around my waist."Go back to sleep my love,You are home now." Felix's deep comforting voice said against my shoulder causing me to smile."Hmm.." Was my only response as i buried myself deeper into him and drifted back to sleep.
My gladiator kept his word,He never let me go.
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lovingmyselfcore · 4 years ago
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Skate Into My Heart: Prologue
Solangelo AU
This is slightly short than I wanted it to be😕 but I wanted to get it up. I have no idea how many chapters this will be but it’s here! This is for you @the-love-yourself-journal
"Hey Annabeth," Nico padded across the lobby toward the edge of the rink, his skates clutched in one hand.
Annabeth was sitting on the bleachers, unlacing her skates, but she paused and looked up at him.
"Yeah?"
"Do you think it would be okay if I stayed after hours to get some extra practice before sectionals?"
"Oh," Annabeth smiled, "I'm sure it would be fine. I'll cover with the all-powerful Olympians," She rolled her eyes, "If necessary." She pulled off her skates and tossed them in her bag.
"Thanks," Nico sat down next to her to put his skates back on.
Annabeth stood up, tossed her bag over her shoulder, and opened her mouth to say something but was silenced by her phone ringing. She dug it out of her pocket, "Hey," She paused, and Nico could hear Percy's voice but couldn't tell what he was saying, "Yeah, I'm on my way out now," She smiled, "I'm excited to see you too, only a few hours you. Yeah, yeah, I love you too, Seaweed Brain," 
She then hung up, sticking her phone back in her pocket.
She was at the door when she looked back at Nico, who was now stretching against the wall, "Nico?"
"Yeah, Annabeth?"
"You are going to kill it at sectionals in my place,"
Her voice was so genuine he looked down, his cheeks dusted pink.
Nico couldn't see, but Annabeth was smiling.
"Tell Percy I say hello,"
"I will. I'll see you in a few weeks. I wish I could see you kick everyone's asses,"
Nico let out a genuine snort, "You'll be in my heart," He held his hand to his chest.
She smirked and flipped her hair over her shoulder with exaggerated arrogance, "I know."
Nico just shook his head with an eye roll and a small smile.
Her phone buzzed, and she glanced at it and laughed, "Okay, so Grover's outside waiting for me so he can take me to the airport, and he is getting very impatient."
"You'd better go then,"
"Yeah. Nico, seriously, you're going to do great."
"Not as great as you would do,"
She just shook her head, "I'll leave you to your practicing but don't spend so much time you overexert yourself, okay?"
"Okay,"
And then she was gone.
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Annabeth had left at seven pm, and it was now ten. Nico was definitely getting tired, but he had to keep practicing. Sectionals were in two days. Nico has participated in many figure skating sectionals, regionals, and even nationals. However, none without Annabeth by her side, and definitely no solos, and he wasn't sure he could do this without her.
"You know you're really not all that great,"
Nico lost his footing and slipped on the ice, falling on his ass.
He looked over to see a man leaning against the doorway.
"Who the hell are you?" He exclaimed, pushing himself off the ice with a scowl.
He walked forward, looking completely at ease and confident, and Nico knew he already despised the man.
"My name's Bryce Lawrence," He held out his hand, and was looking at Nico with a look that made him immediately uncomfortable, and knew he didn't actually want a handshake.
"Why are you here?" Nico was still scowling.
Bryce lowered his hand, "No name? Okay, sure. I was playing with my friends," 
He jerked his head in a vague direction, "But they left, and I was about to, but the lights were on in here, and I saw you, so I stuck around and watched." He shrugged as if he wasn't just being very, very creepy.
"Playing?" That's when Nico took note of the jersey and narrowed his eyes. "Ice hockey, the uncivilized ice sport. And not even this city's team? What are you doing here?"
"'Uncivilized ice sport'? So we're playing that way, sure I can do that. And very astute of you," His eyes had also narrowed, and his posture got very stiff. "I'm friends with Will Solace, who's friends Travis Stoll, who's dating Katie Gardener, who is friends with Annabeth Chase, who told us it was chill if we played in your other rink."
"Wow, nice name dropping," His voice was pure venom, and he wasn't entirely sure why. He wasn't so supportive of his city's ice hockey team that he detested the other players on sight. And though their coach frequently drilled into them that ice hockey would never be as good as figure skating, they're uncivilized brutes with no grace in the rink, he'd never entirely bought into that either.
"Thanks," His smile was all fake. "Nice to know that you figure skaters still think you're above us and that you support your local hockey team so aggressively," His voice was dry and every syllable grated on Nico's nerves. "Wait," He paused and scrutinized him, and Nico knew that whatever was about to come out of his mouth, he wouldn't like.
"You're going to be performing at your, um-"
"Sectionals," Nico growled.
"Right, that. Well, you'll be oh so pleased to hear that I'm going to be there."
"Wonderful,"
Bryce smiled nastily, "You haven't even been practicing for this for a while right?" 
He cocked his head to the side, "You only just got handed the solo?"
Nico gave a grudging nod.
"Well then, I'll leave you alone to practice, you'll probably need it."
Nico watched Bryce leave with a burning taste in his mouth. He skated for a few more hours, with much more intensity than he'd originally intended.
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"How the hell do you manage to make enemies so fast?" Reyna was sprawled across his bed. His room at his Dad's house was the perfect summary of him, dark and hopeless.
"It's a gift," Nico called out from his closet.
Reyna was basically his sister who had been the one to successfully pull him out of his ruthless practicing with her never-ending phone calls threatening him that if he didn't come home she would kill him in a, particularly painful fashion.
"Right. Look, Nico, don't let what this random stranger said get under your skin. You're good. Really good. Your coach picked you for a reason, you know."
"Yeah," He mumbled, jumping onto his bed next to her.
"You belong in that rink, Nico. They all think so."
At the look he gave her, she sighed and pulled him against her, "You belong, hermanito. You belong."
Reyna had been there for him through nearly every bad thing that had happened in his life, and he was so grateful for everything she did for him, which is why he allowed himself to fall asleep in her arms, her humming a Spanish lullaby under her breath.
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"Alright, pay attention!" Coach Hedge exclaimed.
Nico looked up. Coach Hedge was a strange man. He knew absolutely nothing about figure skating, Coach wasn't one for the delicate appearing sports, but they're usual coach, Annabeth Chase's cousin's friend Thomas had to leave thanks to a family emergency, so they were stuck with Hedge.
"I'm an ice hockey coach! Not this," He made wild gestures with his hands.
His sister Hazel leaned over and whispered, "Why is he always yelling?"
Nico just shrugged helplessly.
"I need a volunteer! Someone who really knows their stuff!"
Hazel glanced at him, but Nico did what he did best. He shrunk himself down to hide in the shadows.
"Me! Me! Me!"
Hedge looked over to see who was talking and pursed his lips. Leo Valdez, a hyperactive teddy bear with slight homicidal tendencies. He was only here for his girlfriend, Calypso. They both joined to support their friends but found they actually liked skating, so they stuck around.
Leo was practically out of his seat, Calypso's arm wrapped around his waist, the only thing that kept him from tumbling headfirst down the bleachers.
"Valdez," Hedge said gruffly, "Lovely."
He scanned the team once more, his eyes landing breifly on Nico before sighing and motioning Leo forward, "Show me what you got."
Leo leapt off the bleachers, paused at the bottom to slip his red skates on then launched himself out into the rink.
Leo was actually extremely good when he didn't get too excited. In his excitement, he usually tripped over his own skates and flew off into the distance, which was one of the only reasons Leo was not going to skate with Nico at sectionals.
Nico looked back at Calypso, who was grinning as she watched her boyfriend, which made Nico unreasonably sad and jealous.
Coach Hedge clapped and called Leo back, looking surprised. "Well done, Valdez, well done."
"But now," Coach's voice echoed through the arena, "I was hoping our star would demonstrate some of his moves."
At his words, the team turned to stare at Nico, who buried himself deeper into the shadows.
Nico was saved from responding when a man burst through the doors. The first thing Nico noticed were his eyes, bright blue, gorgeous, and panicked.
"Coach," He called, brushing his blonde hair out of his eyes.
Hedge turned and groaned, "What happened Solace."
"The Stolls and Clarisse,"
"Of course it was,"
"You'd better see what they did Coach, it's not good."
Hedge followed the boy out the door, slamming it behind them with a shouted, "Behave!"
"So," Hazel said, grinning.
"What?"
"He was pretty cute,"
Nico blushed, hoping she didn't see, "Really? I didn't notice."
"Sure," Hazel nodded. "You weren't staring the entire time?"
"Nope. Shut up,"
"Good cause he's a hockey player," She wagged her finger at him, "Forbidden."
He just rolled his eyes.
"Sectionals are tomorrow."
"I know,"
"You feeling ready?"
"Sure,"
She looked at him with raised eyebrows, "Nico, you're going to be amazing. You're going to win for us."
He sighed, "I hope so,"
He also hoped he'd see that cute blonde hockey player again.
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sad-sweet-cowboah · 5 years ago
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Buckle Bunny Bonanza
Summary: Arthur is a barrel racing trainer in which Michelle and Allie are his students and also secretly in a poly relationship. A scuffle at a rodeo leads to some fun in the trailer.
Authors Notes: Collab fic with @horsegirl1h ! This started with a conversation about how both Allie and Michelle would be barrel racers in a modern AU. Somehow this fanfic formed out of that discussion.
Tags/warnings: polyamorous relationship, D/s tones, smut, some violence, sexual tension
The late evening sun cast long shadows across the outdoor arena. The fairgrounds were alive with others wandering around with their horses or turning in their trailers for the night.
Allie could feel the burn in her torso and down her legs from what felt like her hundredth practice run. She brought her mare to a stop after crossing the timer. Her eyes locked to the two beings who stood at the end of the arena. One of them walked up.
"That was good, but still a couple seconds off your last run," Arthur said as he studied her frustrated expression. "C'mon, you both need a break." Arthur nodded towards the direction of the horse trailer. Allie hopped down, Arthur's hand on the small of her back as she landed.
He walked Allie to the trailer and stood beside her as she began unsaddling the horse, the mare nudging Arthur to give her attention. Arthur chuckled and scratched the mare’s forehead before looking to Allie.
"Don't stress yourself, you're doin’ good."
As Allie finished untacking her horse, Michelle had sidled up to the both of them. A small smile crossed her lips, reaching over to pat Allie’s shoulder. “Hey, just breathe. You’ve placed multiple times before, you can do it again.”
“Just gotta control those jitters, sweetheart.” Arthur added as he offered the mare a treat, in which she gladly took. “Get some rest tonight, we’ll be up bright n’ early for the show.”
Allie sighed softly. "I think I'll turn in early then so I have a clear head in the morning." A relieved smile came across her face and she kissed each of them on the cheek before stepping into the living quarters of the trailer.
*****
The morning sun shone bright with the promise of a gorgeous day. The arena grounds were riddled with horses, riders, and spectators alike. With hundreds of participants meant a little bit of down time for the three of them after taking care of the morning chores.
They’d scarfed down a quick meal after making sure the horses got theirs. As they wandered out into the open, Michelle and Allie took a look at their surroundings.
"Now there's a couple girls here that are gonna give us a run for our money, so just keep your heads in the game." The girls listened intently as Arthur spoke. Other competitors had been wandering around the trailers, on and off horseback alike.
Allie looked past Arthur with a scowl on her face. "Apparently a run for our money for something else."
Arthur turned to see who Allie was giving a death glare to, and his eyes rested on another girl a few yards away.
She was beautiful; no doubt about that. Her bejeweled Wrangler jeans hugged her hips a little too tightly, outlining the curve of her waist. Her tank top sat low and the obvious push-up bra stood out against the thin fabric. Blonde hair pulled up in a high ponytail, soft curls spilling across her back. It was a "buckle bunny", who also happened to be one of the other competitors. However the way her eyes pulled toward Arthur, observing him as if he were a five star meal, set Allie’s teeth on edge.
Arthur took care not to meet her gaze, turning to give Allie a subtle but reassuring smile. “She can stare all she wants,” he whispered. “It ain’t gonna get past that. For now, just focus on outrunnin’ her.”
Allie nodded but Michelle tugged on her arm to keep Allie's temper in check. “I know, I wanna swipe that look off her face too. But Arthur’s right; we gotta focus.” Michelle said.
“Right,” Arthur said with a nod. “We can’t practice poor sportsmanship by throwin’ punches. Prove yourselves like champions.”
Michelle gave a smirk. “Can’t promise nothin’ if they try touching you, though. Then it’s fair game.”
He only shook his head accompanied with a slight eye roll. “Behave, alright? It ain’t gonna come to that.”
Allie couldn't help but mirror Michelle's smirk. "I'll do my best to behave, but I can't say I don't agree with her."
Arthur chuckled at Allie’s comment. “You two are somethin’ special, ya know?”
“Just count yourself lucky you got two women who are more than willing to throw some hands in your honor!” Michelle joked, and then glanced over at Allie. “Anyway, I ‘spose we should be tacking up now, huh? Almost time for us.”
"Yeah, maybe I'll outrun you this time." Allie laughed as she nudged Michelle playfully with her elbow, earning an amused smirk from Arthur.
"Alright you two, I'll see you both after you run. I'll be watchin' from the usual spot."
“Yes, sir.” Michelle said, offering him the two-fingered salute he favored himself. She wrapped her arm around Allie’s shoulders, fresh determination overcoming her as the two headed to their horses.
It didn’t take long for them to tack up and change into their show gear. The warm up arena was bustling with dozens of other riders, attempting to warm up their horses in the crowd.
Michelle has always been used to this; having grown up on horseback and began racing at a young age. A novice would be intimidated by this setting, yet she felt right at home. Her gaze swept over the crowd to find a decent spot for warm-ups, eventually spotting a nearly untouched corner. She turned to Allie and gestured toward the spot, urging her gelding to trot forward once a path opened up.
Allie followed not far behind and trotted alongside her for a bit. She took in the scene around her, adrenaline coursing through her. She lived for the rush she felt coming down the alley and the feeling of her and her mare becoming one as a team is something she couldn't describe.
Her mare knew the routine and she was already becoming excitable. Allie cantered in circles, switching the direction every couple of times. She slowed her down to a walk after a bit, falling back into place beside Michelle.
Allie loved watching Michelle run. Sure, she loved the feeling of running herself, but when she watched Michelle she was mesmerized. Although she'd grown up on horseback as well, both Michelle and Arthur had taught her quite a bit and she'd only improved from it.
Once the horses were nice and warmed up, the girls waited patiently while the others took their runs one by one. It was tough competition, the top times only mere milliseconds apart. Michelle was up next, and that familiar feel of adrenaline began to sear through her system.
Michelle approached the alleyway, a calm expression on her face while her gelding pranced with controlled power underneath her, head up and ears forward. Once his feet passed the gate, she pushed her hands forward. With an explosive start, her horse rocketed into the arena. Wind whipped past her as she approached the first barrel, turning it with ease before launching toward the second.
All the while, she heard Arthur shouting from the sidelines, encouraging her to run faster.
With the remaining two cleared without an issue, the run back home was her favorite. Everything has been a complete blur as her steed carried her across the arena at what felt like breakneck speed. As she crossed the timer and slowed him down, the high from the run lingered.
Clean run, beautiful turns. Her time was easily matched with the others. Michelle shot a smirk as some of the competitors looked on with jealousy flashing in their eyes. Passing them by, she returned to Allie’s side.
Allie could hardly contain her excitement as Michelle came back over next to her. 
"That was amazing! I hope mine goes that smooth." She uttered breathlessly as the next rider made her way down the alleyway. Allie watched with bated breath as her nervousness started creeping in.
What Allie thought to be over all too soon, the rider crossed the timer and Allie got into position, giving Michelle an anxious smile. She repeated Arthur and Michelle's words in her head from the past couple days and let out a breath.
Her mare was more than ready, dancing and tossing her head a bit waiting for Allie’s cue. Moving past the gate, Allie moved her hands and the mare surged forward. She could feel the adrenaline run through her as she focused on the first barrel. 
They went around the first two effortlessly, Allies eyes now trained on the third. She could hear Arthur's encouragement from the sidelines as she turned around the third and ran for home, her mare giving it her all.
Shaking from excitement, adrenaline and nervousness all at the same time, she made her way back over to Michelle and listened for her time, stroking her mare’s neck.
To Michelle’s surprise, Allie’s time was incredibly close to her’s with just milliseconds in separation. This made her smile, knowing how far Allie had come after coming to train with her, and under Arthur’s wing. She flashed Allie a thumbs up, giving her a wide grin. “Hey that was awesome! I think you might’ve even placed in one of the divisions!” she complimented, moving her gelding along the side of the mare to calm their still-hot temperaments.
Allies face lit up with both surprise and excitement as she took in Michelle's words. "That would be so awesome. I'm sure Arthur will be happy about that." 
*****
Back at the trailer, Allie and Michelle talked excitedly about the outcome of their runs and how well they did while they untacked their horses. Arthur stood closeby, loading the saddles and bridles back into the trailer. As Allie started grooming her mare, she caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of her eye. 
The girl from earlier that day had apparently decided she would try her luck by coming up to Arthur and getting too close for comfort. Michelle noticed Allie had suddenly stopped grooming and followed her line of sight where Arthur was standing.
“Easy now,” Michelle warned. “Arthur’s a big boy, he can handle himself.” though she kept her eyes on the pair like a predator. One wrong move and she’d have two cats to scrap with.
The blonde girl’s eyes swiveled toward Allie and Michelle for a brief second. It was as if she knew her actions were irritating them. She was giggling obnoxiously, angling her body toward him as she smiled and batted her fake eyelashes at him. Arthur seemed to be taken by the conversation, but from the way he stood made it obvious that he wasn’t interested. That however didn’t stop her from reaching out and placing her hand on his chest. He leaned away from her touch slightly, stepping backward and folding his arms.
Needless to say, the bitch stepped in tune with him, keeping the gap between them as small as possible. Arthur definitely seemed a little uncomfortable now; holding his hand out to try and dismiss her attempts to lure him. A sickenly sweet smile crossed her lips as she draped her hand across his exposed forearm.
An audible growl rumbled from Michelle’s throat. This bitch was crossing the line. Before her brain could even think, her feet moved forward and Allie was right alongside her.
“C’mon now, cowboy,” the bunny said in a sickenly alluring tone as they approached her. “Lemme show ya how a real cowgirl can treat ya.”
“No,” Arthur said sternly. He caught the eye of the others and shot them a quiet warning glance. “I ain’t interested.”
Allie caught Arthur's glance but by this point she couldn't hold herself back. She stomped up to the girl, mere inches from her face. "What part of he's not interested that you do not understand?" She clenched her fists at her side, her nails digging into her palms.
That smile returned to the bunny's face as she folded her arms, looking them both up and down with scrutiny. "And what are you? His keeper?" she challenged.
Allie saw red at her words and shoved the girl back. Michelle stood rigid, arms tensing in case something else were to happen.
As the other girl stumbled to regain her balance, a hot glare on her face for a moment before a smirk crossed her lips. “What’s wrong? You angry that you’re not as pretty as me?”
“Allie. Michelle. Back. Down.” Arthur hissed underneath his breath, placing his hands on each of their shoulders.
“Are you that insecure about yourself that you have to hit on someone who ain’t interested?” Michelle growled, ignoring Arthur’s words and folding her arms to glower at the bunny. “Back off, bitch. You’re not wanted.”
“Insecure?” she laughed in a disgustingly haughty tone. “Please. Look in a mirror. Y’all have a fine piece of a man for your trainer, probably cause you can’t find one yourselves!”
Arthur’s grip tightened on them, as if trying to physically hold them back from lashing out. “I think you need to go,” he said in a firm tone. “You ain’t welcome here.”
The bunny rolled her eyes, yet offered a sultry smile, dipping her head slightly to give him a sensual look. “Offer’s still up, cowboy. C’mon and ditch these losers, if ya wanna know how high society cowgirls like to play.”
And at that moment, Michelle’s entire body sprung forward in a flail of fists. It almost would have taken Allie by surprise had she not almost went after the girl herself. Her instinct told her to listen to Arthur's warning, but her anger was beginning to control her and she knew she'd probably pay for it later. Arthur shouted Michelle’s name, only to have it fall upon deaf ears as the spicy Latina whaled on the other girl. Her fists connected with flesh over and over.
Allie watched as punches went flying, grabbing the girl from behind trying to pry her apart from Michelle's unforgiving swings. Allie shoved the bunny back, knocking her on her ass. "Maybe you'll listen next time? Or do I need to give you one of mine for good measure?" she countered.
With her perfectly made-up face now swollen, inflamed spots soon turning purple with bruising. The bunny wiped a drop of blood from the corner of her mouth. She shot a glower of deep hatred at Michelle, who only had a prideful smirk on her face. “You absolute bitch!” she snarled, scrambling to stand up. “You messed up my face!”
“We’ll mess up more if you don’t high-tail it outta here,” Michelle growled. “I will count to three, bitch. One.”
As Michelle held up one finger, emphasizing it with power in her voice, the bunny only scowled.
“Two.”
“Fine, ain’t worth my time anyway.” she huffed, turning on her heel and storming away.
Michelle watched her leave, the scowl on her face remained. She cracked her knuckles, knowing they’ll most likely be sore later on. “Hijo de perra,” she sighed. “Wasn’t expecting a fight this weekend.” She turned to look at Allie and Arthur, expecting to see a look of anger or disappointment on his face. He instead had his eyebrows slightly raised, staring at the both of them in a look of wonder.
“Um, Arthur?”
"That sure was...somethin'." Arthur chuckled as he looked at them both, stepping closer to them and lowering his voice. "Why don't you two meet me back at the trailer when you get yourselves together?" Allie could only nod in response, taken by surprise at Arthur's reaction.
Michelle definitely was not expecting that reaction. The adrenaline and anger from the fight had died down to confusion. She looked at Allie’s equally confused expression and shrugged, trying to think of what was in store for them.
After getting the horses groomed and back into their stalls, the girls approached the trailer with slight apprehension about what was going to happen. Arthur didn’t seem angry, but he left them without much else of a clue.
They entered the living quarters and saw Arthur sitting at the dining table. He smiled at them as they stepped in, standing up to meet them halfway.
“What’s up, Arthur?” Michelle asked. “Sorry I started that fight…”
Arthur however, still had a smile on his face. “It’s alright, sweetheart.” He peered at them with half-lidded eyes. He reached to gently caress Michelle’s cheek. “Now, y’all know I don’t condone violence. Any other event and I woulda yelled at ya for it.”
Michelle stared at him in confusion. “Why didn’t you?”
His eyes turned dark, the smile slowly turning into a smirk. He peered over at Allie, lifting his other hand to caress her cheek. “You jumped in n’ defended me. I coulda handled it myself without throwin’ punches. But seein’ you both, all riled up for me, that was sexy.”
Allie couldn't help but to lean into his touch, sending a shiver down her spine. "You know how we are over you." She leered back into his eyes, swallowing hard at the dark gaze she found there. She felt heat rise to her cheeks and she became flushed at the realization of what was on Arthur's mind.
“‘Course I do, that makes it even better,” he chuckled. He drew Allie in for a kiss before passing over to Michelle. “So how ‘bout we blow off that steam?”
Michelle’s eyes widened, glancing over at Allie and then to Arthur. Excitement began to build within her. “Here? Now?��
Arthur nodded, his hand moving from Michelle’s cheek to her waist, drawing her in close. “I’ll try n’ keep you girls quiet, but I can’t promise nothin’.”
Heat brushed Michelle’s cheeks at that statement, but the ever-growing need that slowly filled her was beginning to take over. She leaned on Arthur as he drew Allie in too, his hands wandering down to their asses to selfishly cop a feel.
“My girls…” he murmured, enjoying the feel of them in his hands, earning a squeak and giggle. “Undress, please.”
As if a switch had turned on, both Allie and Michelle obeyed, stepping back to shed their clothing one by one. Arthur’s watchful eyes were on them, drinking in the sight of their now nude bodies, both beautiful and unique in their own ways. It wasn’t the first time they were his personal girls at the same time, and it certainly won’t be the last.
Arthur looked at Allie, smiling at her as he gestured for her to come close. She swaggered over into his arms, meeting his lips for a deep kiss. Threading her hands into his hair, she moaned as she nibbled his bottom lip. She could feel the tension from just minutes ago begin to melt away.
Keeping well into the kiss, Arthur’s eyes swiveled to stare at Michelle. His gesture was slight but easily understood. She approached him and unbuckled his jeans, sliding them down to reveal what lay waiting underneath. He was only half-hard, yet with Michelle’s mouth eagerly taking him, it didn’t take him long to become completely erect.
His hand stroked Michelle’s hair, while the other explored Allie’s delicious curves. Rough fingers feather-light against her soft skin, tracing patterns against the swell of her hips. He squeezed her ass once more before sliding down to her lower lips, discovering the welcoming moisture.
“Wet for me already?” He asked, his voice slightly disjointed from his own pleasure. “Ain’t you eager?"
Allie flushed at his statement and bit her lip before responding, her voice husky. "Doesn't take much coming from you." She rolled her hips on his hand, eager to get relief from the ache between her legs.
He chuckled. “Oh I know, sweetheart.” He teased her slowly, working his fingers along her center, sliding against the sensitive bundle of nerves. Arthur watched Allie’s face contort with the pleasure he gave. “Both my girls...doin’ so well already.” He praised, his chest rumbling with a deep groan. His other hand had a grip on Michelle’s hair, guiding himself further into her mouth.
His fingers began to explore Allie’s inner walls, curling them to hit those spots he knew so well. The moan she elicited was like music to his ears. Another moment passed before he pulled out, staunching her whine of protest with a soft kiss. He released Michelle as well, stepping back from her inviting mouth. Peering at both of them with a mischievous gleam, he gestured to the bed, where it sat in the neck of the trailer. “Climb on, both of ya.”
They didn’t have to be told twice. Allie and Michelle scooted themselves up and on the bed, facing him with expectant and eager looks on their faces.
“Allie, eat Michelle out, would ya?” He asked politely as if it were the most nonchalant question in the world.
Allie smirked as she looked at Michelle with an eager glint in her eyes. She moved to put her hands on Michelle's knees and spread them apart, laying between her legs. She ran her hands down the outside of Michelle's thighs, while kissing her way down to her core.
Michelle’s body trembled underneath Allie’s touch. Leaning back as Allie made her way down, a soft moan escaping her lips as a tongue slid through her folds. Her head rested against the pillows, letting herself melt into the slowly growing pleasure from her core. Allie hit her nerves with practiced precision, building another and louder moan.
Arthur watched, eyeing his two girls with a nearly predatory gaze. After a few moments he climbed onto the bed with them, taking position behind Allie. His hands smoothed against her back. His fingers found their way to its prize again, briefly testing before prompting her to kneel up. She did so, bending herself into his touch like a cat in heat. His rock-hard cock rested against the divide of her ass, sliding it up and down sensually before sliding himself right in to his root.
The three of them were in-sync, Michelle’s body arcing while Allie’s tongue moved faster, Allie trying to focus while Arthur fucked her slowly from behind. Michelle’s hands smoothed through Allie’s hair, whispering a praise of how wonderful her tongue felt. Her eyes swiveled up to meet Arthur’s lustful gaze, mirroring the smile that crossed his face.
He leaned over, kissing up Allie’s neck and nibbling on the shell of her ear. “Ya like takin’ my cock with a face full of pussy?” he growled, etching his marks across her back.
Allie could only let out a lewd moan as a response, gripping Michelle's hip as one hand came down to tease her entrance while her tongue still worked against the other girl’s clit. Allie watched Michelle's expression as she slid two fingers inside her, moaning against her when she felt her slick on her fingers. She picked up the pace with her hand, curling her fingers ever so slightly.
Michelle’s entire body twitched and writhed within Allie’s grip, trying hard not to buck her hips into Allie’s face. She uttered a swear, her hands digging into the bedsheets. “Oh, God…” she moaned, her voice trembling. “More, please.”
“Make her cum, Allie.” Arthur instructed, his voice low and breathless while he continued to fuck Allie, gradually increasing his speed. His hand reached around to fondle her tits, squeezing and tweaking her nipples, sending a deep shudder across Allie’s body. She didn’t object, moving her fingers and tongue faster and faster, chasing for Michelle’s pleasure.
Michelle was close now, tilting her head back to sing out another moan. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” she mewled, pressing herself slightly closer to Allie’s mouth. Within seconds her climax hit, a burning explosion that radiated across her abdomen and through her limbs. As the intensity ebbed away, her body fell limp, her chest heaving slightly with attempts to catch her breath.
“Good girls.” Arthur praised, reaching his hand to caress Michelle’s waist briefly before focusing on Allie once again. He began to thrust harder into her, using both hands to play with her breasts. “Your turn, darlin’. Lemme hear it from ya.”
"Oh, fuck." Her mewls turned into loud moans, gripping the sheets as she arched her chest further into Arthur's hands while she pushed back against him, taking him deeper.
Arthur growled as Allie pushed him deeper within her, and his hands gripped her tightly, driving himself faster into her. He was relentless with his pursuit of her peak. “C’mon, sweetheart,” he grunted. “Give me your pleasure.”
Allie's lewd moans filled the walls of the trailer as her orgasm surged through her body. She cried out his name as her walls clenched around him, breathless whimpers leaving her as she slowly came down from her high.
Arthur pushed himself deeply as Allie released her orgasm, milking her of every last drop before slowly pulling out. His arms wrapped tightly around her, pulling her upright and cupping her face to pull her into a deep kiss, enjoying the taste of Michelle in her mouth. He held it for a long moment before releasing her. “That’s my girl,” he rumbled, rubbing his thumb on her chin. “Now…”
He lay down onto the bed, smiling over at Michelle and caressing her face. “Ride me, my lil’ cowgirl.” he growled to her, running his thumb over her lips, to which she trapped in her mouth and pulled her lips off with a pop. She wordlessly followed his instruction, straddling him and hovering over his length, gripping the base and guiding him inside her, soon seating herself comfortably on top of him.
A soft moan escaped Michelle’s lips as she began to grind on him, her hips rounding in a smooth motion. Arthur’s hands gripped her hips, letting out a low groan when he looked over at Allie, gesturing for her to come over.
“Sit on my face, darlin’.”
Allie obliged, bracing her hands on the wall in front of her as she straddled him. Still sensitive from earlier, she let out a gasp when his tongue found her clit, throwing her head back and rolling her hips slightly against him. "Oh...god, Arthur." She whined, already trying to pace herself from reaching her peak again, wanting to draw it out as long as she could until Michelle and Arthur came. 
Arthur gripped Allie’s thighs hard while he ate her like a delicious meal. The pleasure rolled in tandem with all three of them. The bed squeaked while Michelle rode Arthur as if he were a bucking bronco. Her high moans mixed with low groans and Allie’s whines, carrying through the trailer.
Michelle reached forward to rake her nails down Allie’s back, adding to the marks left earlier by Arthur. She gripped on Allie’s shoulders for more leverage, sliding her inner walls fervently against Arthur’s thick length. Her mouth landed on the back of Allie’s neck, sucking and nibbling at the skin. Her one hand reached around to play with Allie’s nipples.
“Let us feel you cum again,” Michelle whispered breathlessly, squeezing the hardened flesh between her fingers. “But ask him before you do.” Just as Michelle said that, Arthur freed his hand to slide a finger along Allie’s slit, toying once again with her entrance before letting her walls engulf it.
The plethora of sensations made Allie writhe and moan even more. She arched her chest into Michelle's touch as Allie's thrusting of her hips became erratic. "Arthur I'm...so close..." 
Her whines and mewls became louder as she became closer to reaching her peak.
"Can I cum, Arthur? Please.." She bit her lip to distract herself as she waited on his answer.
Arthur’s relentless pursuit of Allie’s pleasure did not let up. He hummed to her in approval, running his fingers along her thigh in approval. His tongue worked harder against her clit, throwing her into orgasm at full force. The trailer was filled with the song of Allie’s climax as it overtook her body for a third time. Arthur drew out the last waves as his tongue and fingers worked the last of their magic on her. He teased her slightly, and her hips bucked in oversensitivity.
His mouth left Allie’s folds, peering up at her with an amused smile on his face. “Easy, girl. Take a break.” he rumbled, smoothing his hands on her hips as she trembled on top of him. Michelle released Allie and allowed her to get off. Allie leaned up against the wall, breathless and hot, for recovery.
With his hands free, Arthur’s attention turned to Michelle once again. His hands grabbed her hips, thrusting up hard into her while she rode him strong. Michelle threw her head back to moan beautifully and shout a swear to the heavens. She rolled and ground her hips sensually like a dancer.
“F-Fuck, Arthur...I’m gonna cum again!” she whined, her fingers finding purchase on his chest. Arthur sat up immediately, wrapping his arms around her and drawing her into a deep kiss. Her mewls were drowned by his eager mouth, her body trembling in his grip while her own climax washed over her like a tidal wave.
Once it ebbed away, Arthur removed Michelle from his lap and laid her onto her back. He smirked down at her, reaching for her legs to rest them on his shoulders. His thoroughly soaked length prodded at her entrance, teasing out a small moan from her before allowing her to engulf him once again.
He took a deep breath, thrusting slowly and deeply within her, dragging along her G-spot. As Michelle gave a moan akin to a pornstar, he looked over at Allie and smiled at her. “I’m gettin’ close,” he started breathlessly, “I need ya both on your knees when I say.”
Allie gave him a smirk, an eager glint in her eyes as she waited for his instruction. She lazily ran her hands over her body as she kept her eyes locked with Arthur's, casually letting a hand wander over to Michelle's chest to play with her nipples.
Michelle was a moaning mess beneath Arthur’s solid body. She shuddered when Allie began to play with her nipples. She could only look up at him while he fucked her mercilessly, her mouth open to form nearly incoherent swears. Arthur smiled down at her, drowning her moan out with a deep kiss while he increased his pace, pistoning into her with relentless pursuit of his own climax.
A few more moments passed before Arthur suddenly pulled out, hand around his cock. “Now girls,” He ordered, stepping down from the bed ledge. “Mouths open.”
Michelle rolled over immediately, lightly landing on her feet on the floor below. Allie followed suit, both of them kneeling down in front of him in a hasty retreat. They waited patiently, staring up at their master while he pumped his length. His half lidded gaze soon contorted as he reached his peak, releasing hot streaks of his spend onto their awaiting tongues. He stopped rubbing as they swallowed dutifully.
Arthur breathed heavily, the last of his seed dripping from his softening cock. He gazed down at the two of them, a lazy smile crossing his lips. “Mind cleanin’ me up?”
Just as he said that, Allie and Michelle leaned forward to carefully run their tongues along the glistening skin of his length. He twitched as one of them caressed his sensitive head, cleaning him of the pearl that remained. Once their job was done, they rose to their feet, though their legs were trembling.
Arthur gave a small smirk at how the girls struggled to keep upright. He opened his arms and drew them in, giving each one a deep kiss. Locked in a few silent minutes of passion, he pulled back. “You did wonderful girls, as always.”
Michelle gave a smirk of her own in response. “As per usual, Mr. Morgan. We don’t disappoint.”
Allie mirrored Michelle's smirk and chuckled softly. "The shower might be small, but I'm taking one if anyone wants to join." She winked at the both of them before strutting off to the shower stall, a sway in her hips as she went.
Arthur watched her go with hungry eyes, though he knew it would be a fruitless effort. “If that shower were big ‘nough for all three o’ us, I wouldn’t be lettin’ you girls go til tomorrow.”
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Ima subtly tag @verai-marcel for the idea of the silly ass title.
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chibimuiwritesstuff · 5 years ago
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Ex-MMA Fighter Xie Lian AU
A super random AU I thought up in the shower (because that’s where all our best thoughts come from). Essentially borne from my amusement at how Xie Lian, in his youth, was super obsessed with really good fighters (a tidbit that I feel goes woefully unmentioned in fandom and even by the author later in the novel). Posting because I need to get the idea out of my head and possibly actually start writing it.
(Also I don’t actually know anything about the MMA world, especially competitively - I just dabbled in Judo/Karate in my late teens, but that’s about it).
So basically. Imagine, XL is a super sweet but clumsy department head at Heavenly Officials Ltd. (I have no idea what kind of company this actually is, ideas are welcome), whom his staff all adore but also kind of worry for cuz omg is he super air headed and clutzy and fucking hopeless. Just the other week he managed to spill coffee all over his laptop--his third one of the year and it’s only March! But he is literally so nice, and despite his clumsiness is actually super competent at his job and his department always gets stellar results (what department are they? I have no clue, I know nothing about the corporate world).
What none of his staff/coworkers know is that their ridiculously clumsy boss used to be a champion mixed martial arts fighter in his university days. Or that he would even be interested in something as brutal as MMA cage matches since XL is a known pacifist who will go out of his way to catch bugs and place them safely outside when he has the time. But then one of the IT guys - in the process of fixing his laptop and restoring his hard drive finds a folder filled with videos and pictures of MMA cage matches all featuring the same fighter... you guessed it, Hua Cheng (I know MMA is not wrestling, but let’s pretend stage names are a thing in the competitive MMA world as well so HC is his fighter name in the arena)! The gossip spreads like wildfire, but everyone just thinks XL is just a fan of this ridiculously attractive fighter and don’t really think beyond that (although they do think it’s kind of adorable that XL  seems to be such a huge fanboy of this gorgeous, gorgeous man).
And the thing is - the staff have heard vague snippets from XL himself about his husband, “San Lang” who they have yet to meet because apparently he is often busy in the evenings and is therefore unable to attend corporate events. But they don’t make the connection that the adorable San Lang who cooks and pampers their boss could be the incredibly brutal and violent HC (his staff all decided to review some videos just to see who has captured their bosses interest and most of them are erm... quite surprised).
Then of course, someone does find out that SL and HC are the same person and this is when shit really hits the fan because the thing is - the staff generally knew that XL and his partner could be quite *ahem* adventurous and coupled with XL’s inherent clumsiness they had gotten used to seeing random marks and bruises on their boss that they probably shouldn’t be witness too, but whom he always insists are ‘nothing’. But when they learn that his partner is a potentially super violent MMA fighter his staff get awfully protective and worried because... could their boss be in an abusive relationship that they aren’t aware of???? This opinion is not helped by the fact that when they try to discretely ask FX and MQ about HC they ofc give some pretty bad impressions (because both of them can’t stand HC--but the feelings are pretty mutual).
So of course, they must staff an intervention! And a perfect opportunity comes up--as part of some charity event their company is partnering with the local MMA organization to hold a friendly exhibition charity match and surprise-surprise, they’re bringing in their big gun, HC and he’s apparently going to fight some old veteran whose fighter name is “His Royal Highness”. (google reveals a fighter who constantly wore a mask to hide his identity). This is their chance to meet the bosses partner and maybe subtle-y threaten him enough to let him know that their boss is cared for and they will protect him at all costs if necessary.
(side note: Feng Xin and Mu Qing don’t bother to correct anyone because a) they generally stay out of gossip surrounding XL because b) they respect Xie Lian’s privacy c) they hate talking about HC in any capacity and d) they have an on-going bet to see when ppl will learn their ‘adorable clumsy boss’ could theoretically take out an entire swat team without batting an eyelash if he really wanted to--he was nearly recruited to be a special ops agent, but anyway)
So. The day of the charity match arrives and XL is... nowhere to be found??? Perhaps he’s somewhere else, VIP seating with the CEO (Jun Wu) or something since HC is his partner after all. Anyway, they watch the fight and it’s... Wow. But also a bit different? HC doesn’t seem as wild or brutal as he seems from online videos, although there is still this energy that everyone can feel in the fight that they can’t really place. But wow is it a fight and in the end HC surprisingly loses????
Ref blows the whistle and the staff all clamber down hoping to get in a word with HC when they all stop short because “His Royal Highness” suddenly rips his mask off and flies into HC’s arm and... and is that THEIR BOSS???
Minds are blown. Jaws are dropped. The two of them are practically three seconds away from full-on making out on the cage floor before FX/MQ yell at them to “stop being fucking gross, you’re in public damn it” and then XL snaps out of it and remembers, oh right, his entire staff team from work is here and they all just scream at him and he’s just like ???? because... well...
He hadn’t been trying to keep this a secret at all?
But now that the cat is out of the bag he is super happy to introduce HC to everyone, and then hopefully drag his partner off to the nearest secluded space because half the reason XL retired was a) he was done uni and was offered a nice position by Jun Wu (CEO of HO Ltd) - who was also an ex-fighter and trained under the same master as XL so they know each other pretty well - so he had less time and b) he felt he had found his match with HC and so the thrill of fighting others wasn’t as big anymore and c) ...after getting together cage matches were just another form of foreplay and it made things rather... ah... difficult to say the least. So XL bowed out without any issue. HC stayed in the profession because he knows XL likes watching him fight :)
Also just because XL doesn’t compete anymore doesn’t mean they don’t still spar on the regular in private. There is just something about the atmosphere of competitive cage matches that just got their blood flowing more than just sparring on the side for fun (although that would often lead to sex afterwards too, but at least in that case there wasn’t an audience).
So. There you have it.
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fairiesherefairiesthere · 5 years ago
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(Fraxus) The Duel-ity of man
Title’s a pun, not a misspelling :D
This was a request by @useless-slytherclaw, who requested Laxus realising he’s in love with Freed! Thank you for the request! Fic under the cut
Maybe, just maybe, the reason Laxus hasn't thought of Freed as dating material up till now because the man gives him so much more to think about, although he's never able to dwell upon those thoughts for very long because the man is a whirlwind of brilliant activity. If Laxus' thought were a neat pile of papers (a very hypothetical situation), then Freed is a cheeky spring breeze, luring those papers outside, scattering them in every direction that man wants them to go.
Perhaps Freed is more like a matchstick, inconspicuously landing on those imaginary papers and setting them ablaze without being conscious of the furnace he's created. One of the things Laxus is sure of, is that he's no good at neither analogies nor poetry and that he should stop trying to encapsulate the essence of his best friend in one image, because no image he could possibly conjure could live up to the man himself.
Said man is currently distracting him from trying to form coherent thoughts. Nothing new there and as the truly wise people say, thinking is overrated anyway. "What's got you thinking so hard?" Freed asks, tone teasing as he places himself on Laxus' desk, legs crossed. Effortlessly, he paints a picture of elegance that Laxus would never dare to attempt to try himself. "I don't think", he answers.
Dignity. A gift that isn't bestowed upon any member of the Dreyar family, but Laxus hopes that at least his pokerface can save him from selfinflicted embarrassment.
His pokerface doesn't stand a chance against Freed's ages of knowing and the other man raises a brow in retalation. Granting him some mercy, Freed shakes his head with a little smile. "Apparently so", he grins and Laxus thinks about throwing him off his desk. It wouldn't be that hard, Freed isn't that heavy. He knows because he's carried him before, which was all in all a nice experience.
"You're really out of it today, what's up?" There's no escaping Freed's perceptiveness and knowing this like no other, Laxus doesn't even attempt to. "I am having thoughts." Seeing the grin reappear on Freed's face, Laxus throws a paper ball in his direction. "Asshole", he mutters and the bastard has the nerve to shoot him a wink. "I'm having a crisis, but I don't know about what. Not yet, really."
Freed hums at that and gives Laxus a once over, lingering at his eyes. As they wordlessly gaze at each other, Laxus swallows dryly. He thinks he can take this tension, until Freed reaches out and tilts his chin up. Involuntarily, he shivers and his eyes quickly flits from Freed eyes to his lips and back.
Just when he's about to ask what Freed is doing, the man lets go and jumps from his desk. "Being cooped up in here isn't going to help you methinks. Darling, will you join me for a walk? Or are you gonna stay in this musty ass place, bitch?"
The difference in tone and wordchoice kicks Laxus in the teeth and damn it, he doesn't like to be on the receiving end of Freed's verbal whiplashes. "Yeah, I'm coming", he says and follows the man outside.
Freed is first and foremost, a trickster. A conman, if he must, a charming piece of man only following his own rules. Without a doubt, Laxus can say that he knows no one quite as wellspoken as Freed Justine. Without a doubt, he also knows that no one can even try to compare to Freed when it comes to cursing someone to hell and back. The man is a master of language and applies it however he wishes, pulling people in with pretty words or provoking them with vicious insults.
Whatever he wants, he will get and Laxus finds it a fascinating process to watch. (Or sometimes, plain disturbing. Once, Bickslow had been showcasing the language of the youth these days he learned while getting kidnapped by a travelling circus and Freed and him had talked in this foreign language for three whole weeks. It was awful.)
Most of the time, Laxus is merely a witness of Freed's sharptongued, quickwitted vocal charm. Whenever he's subjected to it, it leaves him a bit stumped. It probably paints him as a dim fool in Freed's mind. Sure, he isn't the brightest mind around here (how can he be when Freed's walking right next to him), but he'd like to be a tad bit better than that. He resolves to not let himself be played with that easily next time.
"Here." With a careful gesture, Freed hands him an icecream. "You're spacing off again and since you didn't answer when I oh so considerately asked you if you wanted some icecream, I took it upon myself to get you some anyway."
"Oh. Thanks." Awkwardly Laxus takes it. "Strawberry, because you have the taste of a first grader on a schooltrip", Freed smirks, sticking his tongue out like an actual first grader. "Put that tongue back or I'll give you something to do with it."
"Oh yeah?" Freed asks, voice teasing with a hint of breathlessness, lips slightly parted. Unceremoniously, Laxus shoves Freed's own icecream into the man's mouth. As the man sputters and coughs, Laxus pats him on the back.
After the coughing fit, Laxus, feeling a bit bad, finds them a scenic place in the park to sit. The trees grand them some relief from the sweltering sun and Freed ignores the perfectly fine bench to spread his jacket underneath him and lay down on the grass. His long green hair is arranges itself like a halo around his head and Laxus twirls a few strands of it between his fingers as he sits down next to him. Looking at Freed, he gives the other man a barely there smile (he's been told he's not that good at smiling).
"Camouflage", he jokes and Freed rolls his eyes. "Whatever", he says and puts a few strands of gras between his lips, like some sort of really white cowboy. "Cannibalism", Laxus whispers obnoxiously close to his ears. Freed's brows twitch in irritation and the man opens his mouth. Nothing comes out and he purses his lips together instead. With a huff, he lays his head down in Laxus' lap and closes his eyes. "I'm not acknowledging that, I'm going to take a nap instead."
"You do that captain", Laxus snorts and moves Freed's a bit, so it's more comfortable for both of them. Although he's using the title mostly jokingly in the moment, Laxus truly respects the work Freed does for their little ragtag group of friends. All of them are powerhouses in their own right, but Freed's the mastermind behind their teamwork. Laxus doesn't think that anybody in the whole world could juggle their personalities and abilities as well as he can.
For someone who looks so unassuming, Freed is a beast of a man. Most of the time, he puts his effort in making sure their team works efficiently together, disappearing in the background. It's whatever Freed in the shadows that makes them able to pull through. But on the few occassions that Laxus has seen him showcasing his strength, he's been left astounded.
Freed's an allrounder in more ways than one. On the battlefield, he's their biggest defense player, one of the best closerangers and he can take care of longer ranges too. Often he doesn't need to, because his strategic mind allows him and his team to win battles without too much trouble. He's a menace and often more brutal than Laxus dares to be.
Off the battlefield, he's the only reason none of them have died of food poisoning. Basically, Freed's what keeps them going.
With soft gestures, Laxus takes it upon himself to decorate Freed's hair with nearby flowers. As he places white and pink flowers in green tresses, he can't help but note how handsome the man in his lap is. The serenity of his expression brings out his youthfullness and as Laxus stares at this accumulation of grace, strength, beauty, competence, brilliance and so much more, Laxus finds his mind to be completely peaceful.
Although they both are men of action, Laxus wishes that moments like these wouls occur more often. A flash of Freed in a fight, deadly power contained in a smirking man, is always enjoyable but such moments are too short to truly relish in. Right now, he can breathe peacefully and stare at Freed as long as he wants. The man's not doing anything special right now and yet Laxus still feels a thrilling admiration when he looks at him. All Freed's competences and abilities are neat, but they are not the core of his being, not the exact thing Laxus is attracted to.
"Hey Freed?" he murmurs, as he feels like speaking in a louder tone will shatter this picture perfect moment. "What would you do if you liked someone?" Without opening his eyes, Freed answers, a dramatic tone colouring his voice.
"Why my dear Laxus, I would challenge them to a duel. They would accept the challenge, but little do they know, it's not a fight in an arena. Nay, we fight in the streets of the city that has seen us grow together and as we give each other little nicks with our knives, we come to the conclusion that we are deeply and madly in love. We will elope and become pirates and as the sun sets above our ship, we kiss, because we waited untill marriage for any kind of physical contact."
His gorgeous blue eyes snap open and Laxus feels pinned into place. "Then the kraken will drag our ship down and eat us alive. Reverse sannakji."
"That's awful."
"Thanks, it was pure improvisation."
Laxus sighs a bit disappointedly and Freed closes his eyes again. "I don't know. Probably ask him out for icecream." There's no misunderstanding his smile and Laxus rushes to get the words out. "I love you", he nearly spits out and Freed smiles a little wider. "I know", he says and the calm, warm tone settles any restlessness that might've still been in Laxus' body. Softly, he presses a kiss to the back of Laxus' hand. "I love you too."
He says the words like they're the easiest in the world. Laxus can't wait till he can say them that naturally as well. For now, he puts a few more flowers in his lover's hair, hoping that actions speak louder than clumsy words, although he's got a feeling that Freed will get the message nonetheless.
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sunshinejs · 5 years ago
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Meet Cute
Requested by @kbearr12 :  hi! Can you do one where Connor and y/n bump into each other at Shawn’s Grand Rapids concert and they say sorry. Then she goes back to her seat and he asks a security guard to go find her. He finds her and brings her backstage to see Connor and they properly meet each other and exchange numbers. He has to leave the next day and he promises to reunite with her at the Detroit concert. The day arrives and they go on a date and then he kisses her and they become a couple.
I loved this idea sm!! It turned out longer than I expected and I changed it up a bit but I hope you like it xx (also it’s like almost 2am where I am rn but the coffee from today is not letting me sleep d o n e)
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“I cannot believe you made me drive all the way here” You grumbled in exhaustion as you plopped down on the bed, face down on the pillow “I’m fucking tired”
 Amber laughs from beside you and poked your side “Come on, y/n! We couldn’t get tickets for the Detroit show so this is the next best alternative” She rolled her eyes playfully “At least say thank you! Remember how long it took me to find someone who was reselling these tickets?”
 You spoke up, your voice muffled by the pillow “Thank you, best friend”
 You lifted your head and shot her a look “Still wouldn’t kill you to drive for half the journey, you know?”
 She rolled her eyes again, “I’ll drive tomorrow, okay? Now stop complaining so much! We’re seeing Shawn in a few hours and it still hasn’t hit me yet”
 “Right?” You gushed dreamily “We’ve waited a whole year for this and I cannot believe it’s really happening”
 Amber nodded in agreement “You can take a nap if you want to, babe. We don’t leave for the arena in a couple of hours”
 You let out a groan and sat up lazily “I want to but I’ve got that assignment to work on. I should at least do some research for it”
 “You brought your uni work with you?” Amber asked amusedly “Who the hell even are you?”
 “I have that stupid proposal Professor Smith wants us to submit next Monday” You rolled your eyes as you walked over to the table where you left your shoulder bag “I haven’t started anything and I would be so screwed if I delayed it anymore”
“Right,” Amber nodded “Lily said he’s a nightmare, huh?”
“The absolute worst” You snorted “I saw a coffee shop across the street so I’m just going to grab a cup and work there. What time do we want to leave again?”
 “Around 5 pm?” She suggested “We can grab dinner first then take a cab to the arena. I don’t think driving is an option for us”
 “Sounds good” You nod “I’ll be back by 4pm to shower and change then we’ll head out”
 “Take care, babe!” She called after you as you walked out of the hotel room.
When you got to the coffee shop, it was quiet as there weren’t that many customers inside the place.
 “Hi!” The cashier greeted cheerfully as you walked up to the front “What can I get you?”
 “Can I get your biggest size of hot latte with extra shot?” You asked, letting your eyes wonder to the chiller where they displayed different muffins and pastries “And a blueberry muffin for having here, please”
 She nodded in respond, picking up a paper cup and a sharpie pen “Your name?”
 “y/n”
 “Okay, so that’s $6 in total” The cashier said, punching in the buttons on the cash register.
 You unzipped your bag, shuffling through your belongings for your purse. As you couldn’t detect it in your hand, you begin to grow nervous because you were starting to look like a completely idiot for walking into the coffee shop without your wallet.
 The cashier picked up on your expression and you could see the annoyed look on her face as you took your time. You sighed heavily, “You know what, forget my order. I’m really sorry”
 Out of nowhere, someone came up beside you and placed his card on the table as he spoke “Can I get a large iced americano and I’ll pay for whatever she ordered”
 The cashier nodded; her mood instantly returned to cheerful as she took the card from the table.
 You turn your head to thank the stranger and when you finally did; you were caught off-guard. The man who stood beside you was incredibly handsome, probably the most good-looking guy you’ve ever met. And not to mention; his set of eyes were the prettiest shade of blue you’ve ever came across.
 “T-Thank you” You stuttered out, cheeks turning rose-y pink because you were probably staring at him longer than you should have.
 “And your name?” The cashier interrupted before he could even speak.
 “Connor” He glanced at the cashier for a second then turning to you, with a smile forming on his face “And you’re welcome”
 “Here’s your card and you can wait for your order at the other end” The cashier handed Connor the receipt and his credit card, flashing him a smile in the process.
 You slowly trailed behind Connor as he walked to the pick-up counter.
 “You really didn’t have to pay for me” You shyly spoke up as you two stood side by side, waiting for your orders “But thanks again… Connor, right?”
 Connor nods, “Hey, it’s not a problem at all”
 “You can give me your details and I could venmo you the money later?”
 He chuckled and shake his head “Honest to God, we’re good. You don’t owe me anything. I insist”
 You looked at him hesitantly. Why was he being so nice when he didn’t even know you? “Okay….” You dragged before holding your hand out “I’m y/n, by the way”
 Connor accepts your shake, grinning as he said “Pretty name for a pretty girl”
 You blushed furiously at his compliment “Thank you, that’s very nice of you”
 “Okay, I’ve got a hot latte and blueberry muffin for y/n” The barista placed the tray on the table “And an iced americano for Connor”
 “That’s us, thanks you” Connor said politely to the barista, grabbing his cup off the tray “Well, y/n, this has been nice but I really gotta run”
 “Right,” You nod “Thanks again for the drink. I wish I could return the kind gesture to you, though”
 He flashed you a smile “Next time!” Connor said as he started heading for the door.
 You called after him in confusion “I don’t live here!”
 Connor turned around, smirking a little “I don’t too but if it’s meant to be, we’ll meet again!” He said, winking before he walked out of the shop.
 You couldn’t stop thinking about Connor as you were in the middle of writing your proposal. What were the odds of you meeting someone so kind and insanely gorgeous like him?
 But then you thought about it realistically and a frown appeared on your face. It’s me we’re talking about You thought to yourself My luck with guys is as good as zero. I don’t have his number and we’re both not from here. There’s no way I’d ever see him again.
 xxx
 “What the fuck?” Amber asked dumbfoundedly once you two were sat in your seats in the arena.
 You were so engrossed in your work earlier at the coffee shop today; you didn’t notice you were late to meet Amber back in your hotel room and was rushing to get ready for the concert. You only brought up your little cute meet with Connor to Amber when you were waiting to get into the arena.
 “So, he just left?” She pressed “No number or whatsoever?”
 You sigh, shaking your head “Nope. Just told me if it’s meant to be then we’ll meet again”
 “We don’t even live here, how the hell is that going to happen?”
 “That’s what I said!” You pouted “Whatever, I don’t care. There’s no way I’d ever meet him again”
 “How cute was he?” Amber smirked “Like really cute? On a scale of 1 to Shawn?”
 You shrugged, “He’s definitely up there with Shawn, for sure. Can’t believe this is happening to me. My luck with guys fucking sucks, Am”
 “Awww, babe” She cooed “I’m sorry that happened, sweets. But I promise; you are going to meet someone!”
 You rolled your eyes at her attempt to cheer you up “I highly doubt that, Am, but thanks for the kind words”
 “Hey, I kind of need to go to the bathroom” Amber announced a few moments later “Do you think I still have time before Alessia’s set?”
 “I think so” You answered, checking the time on your phone “We’ve got about 20 minutes or so. I need to go as well so let’s quickly go and come back”
 After standing in que for about 10 minutes, you and Amber were finally set to head back inside the arena. You could already see the doors were flooding with fans entering, groaning to yourself because you’d have to wait again to get in.
 You were talking to Amber; not really looking where you were going when suddenly someone bumped into your shoulder but thankfully not strong enough to make you fall and look like an idiot in front of everyone.
 “I’m so sorry!” The person quickly said and you swore you’ve heard his voice before. Looking up, your jaws nearly dropped to the floor when you saw who was standing in front of you, holding a camera in his hand.
 Connor blinked a couple of times to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. He looked at you amusedly, stuttering out your name “y/n?”
 “Connor?” You asked unbelievably with wide eyes “What… What are you doing here?”
 He held his camera up, indicating his purpose of being here tonight “Working for Shawn”
 “Wait a second,” Amber butted in, interrupting the moment as she looked between you and Connor “Connor? This is the meet cute Connor you were talking about?” She asked shockingly.
 He caught on her words, smirking at you “Meet cute Connor, huh?” He teased.
 “Shut up!” You hissed to Amber, nudging her ribs lightly so she would get the signal to back away. She raised her hands defensively and took a few steps back.
 “I didn’t know you worked with him” You admitted shyly.
 Connor chuckled “Well, we didn’t really get to say much to each other so it may have slipped my mind, y/n. Where are you sat, by the way?”
 “Section 107, row A” You answered.
 “Oh cool” He nods “I’m sorry but I’ve gotta run now… Can I come see you later?” He asks hopefully.
 You nod without hesitation “Yeah, I’d really like that”
 He waved to you once last time before he sprints down the hall. You walked up to Amber, who was giving you a look “What?”
 “You never told me the meet cute Connor is Connor Brashier, dumbass!” Amber hissed, slapping your shoulder.
 “You know him?” You asked amusedly as you two got in the end of the line to enter the arena again.
 “How the hell do you not know him?” She retorts, clearly offended that you didn’t have a clue who he was “He’ s Shawn’s videographer! Everyone knows him, y/n!”
 “I’m sorry” You answered defensively “I don’t spend that much time on Twitter, you know that!”
 “What did he say?” Amber asked “Did he finally gave you his number? Are you two going to go out? Are you gonna get married?”
 “Amber, shut up!” You cried “1. He didn’t give me his number, 2. We’re not even going out so there’s definitely no weddings, thank you very much and 3. He said he’d come by later”
 “That’s so cute!” She cooed “He likes you!”
 You blushed “He doesn’t even know me, Am. How the hell could he like me?”
 Amber rolled her eyes “And? It’s probably love at first sight or whatever”
 xxx
 Connor could not believe it. He couldn’t stop thinking about you ever since he left the coffee shop and he was 99.9% sure he was never going to see you again since neither of you lived in Grand Rapids.
 I’m an idiot He thought to himself Why didn’t I just ask for her number instead of saying ‘if it’s meant to be, we’ll meet again!’? You’re a dumbass, Connor. Did you really think you lived in a Disney fantasy?
 But then it really did happen. He bumped into you again in the place he’d least expect and he’s sure the universe was trying to tell him something about this girl, and who was he to deny that? He didn’t even know a thing about you, besides your name, and he already was attracted to you. Was that normal?
 Connor was actively moving around; running from one end to another to get different shots of Shawn from multiple angels for the documentary they were in the process of creating. Every time he moved to a new position; his eyes scanned through the crowd in hopes to find you there.
 He finally caught a glance of you when Shawn was doing his set at stage B. You were singing along to ‘Like To Be You’ loudly with the crowd, waving your hand in the air from left to right; the lit-up wristband illuminating a soft pink shade from your wrist.
 Connor wasn’t going to miss this opportunity again. He ran up to the tech booth and so happens stumbled across a pen and Shawn’s set list for the night. He ripped off a small part of the paper and scribbled down meet me backstage later? x Connor then folded it neatly.
 He would’ve walked up to you there and then to pass it to you but Shawn’s fans started to recognize him and adored him in the fandom that he didn’t think it was a good idea. So, he went up to the nearest security guard, Mike, and slipped the paper in his hand.
 “Do you see that girl in section 107 at the front row, wearing the blue sweater?” Connor asked loudly as the guard looked over to the said section and finally spotted you, nodding “Pass this to her and escort her to backstage during the last intermittent break?”
 Mike nodded and wondered off to your spot. From a distance, Connor could see the confusion written all over your face but when he pointed to Connor’s direction, he saw a smile forming on your face as you nodded.
 xxx
 During the last break, Mike escorted you backstage and you nervously trailed after him. You could feel your heart beating at an irregular pace in your chest. You didn’t even know this boy and he was giving you all sorts of feelings.
 Down the hall, you finally spotted him. He sat on a large box, his equipment right beside him. And when his eyes landed on your person, his smile widens.
 “Thanks, Mike” Connor told the security guard who only nodded in reply then wondered off.
 “So, why have I been summoned backstage?” You asked teasingly “Are you going to drag me through the backdoors and have me killed, Connor?”
 Connor rolled his eyes “Like I’d ever kill a pretty lady like you, y/n”
 “Where are you from?” He asked a few moments later.
 “I’m studying in Detroit” You responded as you crossed your arms over your chest “My best friend and I were trying to get tickets for the Detroit show last year but it sold out quickly so this was our next best alternative”
 “Well, I’m glad that happened” Connor smiled, before adding shyly “Sucks that you had to travel a distance but I did meet you twice today, and I guess that’s fate”
 Okay he is definitely flirting.
 You nodded in agreement, smiling “Yeah I guess that’s fate”
 “Okay, so, you owe a coffee date” He announced, pulling out his phone from his pocket “But only when we get to Detroit in August because I leave Grand Rapids tomorrow. Deal?”
 You took the phone out of his hand, and pretended to think about it for a second, clearly teasing him “I don’t remember saying I’d go on a date with you, though”
 “It’s been decided, y/n” Connor smirked “When you said ‘I wish I could return the kind gesture to you’ a few hours ago”
 “Did I?” You faked a gasp as you begin to type your number in his phone “I don’t really recall saying that but if you insist on this little date then I guess I’ll have to go along with it, huh?”
 “Guess you do” He teased, retrieving the device from your phone.
 xxx
 You and Amber finished your last class together and was walking out of campus to head back to your dorm after having back to back classes for the past 5 hours. You weren’t in the mood to do anything else besides sleep at this point.
 “Are you going to that party tonight?” Amber asked as you two walked down the steps outside the main entrance “The one at Kim’s?”
 “I don’t think so,” You groaned sleepily “I just want to order pizza tonight and watch a bunch of movies on Netflix. Sounds like a deal?”
 Amber nodded without hesitation until she saw the sight in front of her. She turned to you, smirking “y/n, you might want to reconsider your plans”
 “Why?” You asked confusingly before your eyes trailed to where she was looking at. Your jaws dropped at the sight of him standing not too far away from you, with a bouquet of flowers in his hand, instead of being on the tour bus.
 That little shit.
 “I, uhm-,”
 Amber rolled her eyes playfully at your shocked state and nudged you forward “Stop being a weirdo, idiot!”
 You slowly approached him, noticing his smile widening as you got closer “Hi” You said softly.
 “Hey, there” He greeted sweetly “You’re looking kind of shocked there, y/n. Are you okay?” Connor asked with a grin.
 You leaned forward and wrapped your arms around his neck; squishing the flowers between your bodies. Connor chuckled and wrapped his arms around you “I missed you too, honey”
 “You lied to me!” You whined, slapping his chest playfully after pulling away from his embrace “Still on the road,” You air quoted his text message from half an hour ago “Really?” You asked in annoyance.
 “It’s obviously called surprises” He rolled his eyes playfully, then his eyes trailed over your shoulder, greeting your best friend who he’s met frequently over Facetime calls and grown to be friends with “Hi Amber!”
 “Hey, Con” Amber smiles as she stood beside you “So, I see that you and y/n have plans for the evening so I’m going to head home and catch up on sleep” She announced as she trailed her eyes down to the bouquet “I can take those home for y/n and put them in a vase if you want?”
 “That would be great, thanks Am” Connor nodded gratefully, handing it to her. He held his arm for you to take “Shall we go?”
 “I guess I don’t have a choice” You exaggerated a sigh as he rolled his eyes playfully at you. You looped your arm through his then waved to Amber “Bye Am!”
 “Have fun you love birds!” She teased before walking in the other direction.
  2 hours later, you and Connor were full from having burgers at your favourite diner and were just wondering around town as you showed him your favourite places to shop and etc.
 You finally took him to the big park in your campus neighbourhood and led him to your favourite spot by the big oak tree, where you spent your free times reading, listening to music and just surrounding yourself with nature.
 “So, how’s the tour?” You asked as you two sat by side, leaning back against the trunk of the tree “Everything okay?”
 “Everything’s going great” Connor answered without hesitation “A little tired from all the staying up I have to do but I’m doing what I love, so I can’t complain”
 “Do you have that much to edit?” You frowned “Can’t they let you continue the next day or something?”
 “That’s totally my decision, y/n” He chuckled “They’re not forcing me to do whatever. I just prefer to get everything done on the same day so when I go through it again the next day, I can cut and edit some things that I end up not liking”
 “Can you try to cut down the staying up till 4/5am, though?” You asked softly “It’s not good for your health, Con. You know that, right?”
 Here’s the thing. Everyone who knew you or Connor separately knew you both weren’t in a relationship from the way you talked about each other. But they also knew that didn’t necessarily mean that you were single. After that night in Grand Rapids, you and Connor texted and FaceTime each other almost every day. You two got to know each other better and discovered habits of one another, and may have developed feelings for each other in that process.
 Crazy huh? To be liking someone you’ve only met once? But to y/n and Connor, it was different. It already seemed like they were together and were in a long-distance relationship because neither party went on dates after that night.
 You could say they were taken by each other without actually putting a label on their relationship.
 “I’ll try” Connor promised.
 And at that moment, when Connor was looking at you up-close, instead of behind his laptop screen; seeing that beautiful smile on your face in real life gave him the courage to speak up “Can….,” He swallowed his saliva and nervously continued “Can I kiss you?”
 You nodded shyly as he leaned in closer to you and you mirrored his actions; feeling his nose bumped yours slightly before you felt his lips pressed against yours softly.
 You’ve had your fair shares of kisses but damn. Connor was one heck of a good kisser.
 It feels like everything has stopped and while you could hear kids laughing and running around in the background, it felt like it was just you and Connor in the world.
 You rest your hand on his cheek after as he rests his forehead against yours. Connor’s hand was on your clothed thigh, rubbing small circles on the fabric of your pants.
 You bite your lower lip, a smile forming on your face as you stared into his eyes “Wow”
 Connor laughs softly and nodded in agreement “Wow indeed”
 “I really like you, y/n” He added “I’m crazy for you and I’d really like it if you would be my girlfriend”
 “Con,” You frowned slightly “How do we make it work? You’re busy traveling the world and I’m here in Detroit”
 “We can figure it out later, y/n” Connor said reassuringly “All I know is that I don’t want this with anyone else and I knew that instantly from the day we met”
 “It’s fate, isn’t it?” He continued when you didn’t say anything “It sounds unrealistic to believe how we met but I can’t deny there’s something going on between us”
 Connor laced his fingers through yours, “We have something special… And I don’t want to lose it before we even give it a try” He said softly.
 He’s right and you know it. You didn’t want to lose whatever it is that’s going on between you two.
 “Okay”
 He looked at you for clarification “Okay?”
 You smiled, bringing your intertwined hands up to your lip and pressed a soft kiss to his knuckle “Okay, I’ll be your girlfriend”
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a-d-curtis · 5 years ago
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Trust - Kataang Week 2019
A/N: As you can see, these all seem to exist in their own separate worlds. In the last one, Aang and Katara were married young; in this one, they are still not married. But that’s the beauty of fanfiction, right? Anyway, hope you enjoy.
……….
Katara was pretty used to the way women looked at her boyfriend by now.
Aang had always been cute: big expressive eyes in an almost cherubic face. But in the last few years he had definitely moved from the “adorable” phase of childhood and even through the “everyone-goes-through-it” phase of early adolescence to now being a very attractive young man. Katara definitely appreciated what Aang had grown into, and in a smug sort of way, self-congratulated herself on her “foresight” to snag him when he was still so young and awkward (although that choice had really had very little to do with “snagging” him, and everything to do with having fallen in love with her best friend.) But even she would admit to herself that the fact that he was such a looker now was satisfying.
Aang had a very distinct look – from his shaved head to his uniquely air nomad facial features (which now equated to one-of-a-kind), to his orange and yellow robes and his blatant blue full-body tattoos – everything about him was exotic and striking. It was pretty much impossible for Aang to go anywhere in public without being recognized. Even when he did try to “cover up” to blend in, that generally led to strange clothing (hard to cover hands and foreheads up nonchalantly) and something about it bothered him; he didn’t like doing it. Sometimes it beat being mobbed, but most of the time Aang just went through life as himself, which came with the natural consequence of too much attention.
Katara knew that Aang was gregarious and enjoyed meeting new people. But sometimes it did get pretty annoying to deal with her boyfriend being continually fawned over by fan-girls. Aang, for his part, was often oblivious; when he did catch on that a girl was into him, he instantly got awkward, self-conscious, and a bit bumbling.
Katara considered herself a much better gauge for flirtatious behavior than Aang. Even now at nearly seventeen, Aang often erred on the side of guileless and overly trusting; probably since his view of the world was similar to the way that he himself behaved. He was pretty guileless, so his natural assumption was that everyone else was as well. Even after years of political meetings and debates, Aang’s basic MO was to be transparent and honest. He wasn’t stupid (as a boy he hadbe manipulated and pawned in the political arena by conniving leaders with forked-tongues and personal agendas, but since then he had wizened up and learned to stand his ground); however, he still opted for openness and sincerity in his own dealings. And being a bit shrewder in politics did not necessarily translate directly into social and romantic arenas. And when it came to women, Aang could be infuriatingly naive sometimes.
Like the time last year when the daughter of their host in a small village inland from the foggy swamp had waited for Aang in Appa’s stable. When he came to feed Appa, the girl started untying her sash and taking off her robe. And what had Aang’s response been? “Oh, I didn’t know you were changing in here… I’ll just go then…” Katara had dropped her head into her hand in exasperation when he told her about it. Aang, what were you, raised by monks in an all-male monastery or something?
Or like right now, how Aang sat surrounded by three very forward, uppity Ba Sing Se noble girls; the girls were dressed to the hilt, but with the way they were leaning into him, they looked like they were not committed to staying so… Katara huffed as she approached their table at the outdoor café. She and Aang had both donned Earth Kingdom green, in an effort to blend in just a little. But Aang had not worn a hat, and even if he had, he was likely to be discovered anyway.
As Katara approached the table with two small bowls of soy sauce and vinegar in her hands, she saw that one of the girls was in her seat. Her blood started to simmer as she shouldered her way to the table, setting down the sauce bowls.
“Oh hi, Katara! Girls this is my girlfriend, Katara! Katara, this is Qing, FengFeng and Miling.”
The girls smiled, regarding Katara with veiled distain, looking her up and down before tossing their heads and turning their giggling attention back to Aang.
“Your girlfriend, huh?” one of them said.
“We’ve heard so much about you... Katara, was it?” the one sitting in her seat spoke with a fake smile and sickly sweet voice. “I didn’t realize you two were stilltogether.” She said the word “still” like it was some great annoyance.
Katara matched her tone, the two understanding each other perfectly, “Yeah, we are stilltogether. And you three are interrupting our date.” Then with an even sweeter voice, “Now run along now!”
The girls huffed and shuffled to leave, telling Aang how “happy they were to meet him!” and how they “hoped to run into him again sometime soon!”, touching his arms, and one of them even running her hands along his shoulders as they jingled away.
Aang rubbed the back of his neck as Katara sat down, “You didn’t have to be so rude to them, Katara…”
Katara’s jaw set, “well you didn’t have to be so nice.”
“They just said they wanted to thank me for ending the war. You know how that kind of thanks makes me uncomfortable, but it would be ungracious not to hear them out. Besides, I think they were just being friendly.”
“Uh-huh. Right. And what about that girl last night? What was it she asked you? Where exactlyyour tattoos go?Aang, don’t be naïve. These women all have ulterior motives.”
Aang blushed, “yeah, thanks for rescuing me last night. I was afraid she was going to ask to see them next…”
“See them? Aang, come on, she wanted a whole brail tour.”
Aang sunk deeper in his seat, his whole face turning red. “Katara! Why would you assume that?!”
“Aang, I just don’t get it. These girls hound you all the time. Would it kill you to just tell them to back off?”
“I don’t think they mean anything by it. They’re just curious. I don’t want to offend anyone…”
Katara grunted in disbelief. Aang was the ultimate people-pleaser: way too polite and worried about causing disagreements. This went beyond the Air Nomad cultural principle of pacifism; this came down to Aang’s own personality. He cringed at conflict and was always quick to step in as a peacemaker. Even when it came to women who threw themselves at him with varying degrees of blatancy, Aang had been known to go to ridiculous efforts to avoid confrontation with them rather than deal with it head-on.
“They are notjust curious, Aang. They are flirting with you! I don’t want to be the jealous girlfriend here, but come on! One of us has got to have her head screwed on strait!”
Aang somehow managed to look simultaneously disbelieving and guilty. But then his expression shifted to a wicked smirk. “You think Idon’t get it? But what about you? What about how guys are picking up on you all the timeand you act like you don’t even know its happening? Seriously, Katara, talk about calling the tea-kettle black!”
“That rarely ever happens. And besides, they don’t mean anything by it.”
Aang hooted in disbelief, “What?! How can you even saythat? What about just this morning in the market on our walk over here? I let go of your hand for one minute and the vulture-wasps descended!”
“Aang, I was shopping. Its their job to wait on me – they want me to buy their wares.”
“Uh-huh. Now who’s naive? That one guy didn’t have to stand there stroking your hand just to help you put on a bracelet.”
Katara looked a little shocked, “Aang! He was just doing his job; and besides, he was way too old for me.”
“Doesn’t matter. He was hitting on you. And not even subtly. Man, Katara, I can’t believe you couldn’t see that!”
Katara sat puzzled for a moment as Aang continued.
“All I have to do is look around; guys are checking you out all the time. I know I can’t really blame them (I mean, who wouldn’t? You’re gorgeous, Katara!), but it still bugs me. I want to tear their eyes off you and tell them to stop thinking what they’re thinking.”
“And how do you know what they’re thinking? You’re just getting worked up over nothing.”
“Believe me, Katara, I know what they’re thinking.” Then he looked away shyly, a guilty blush rising to his ears.
Katara melted a little. Aang was so adorable when he was jealous. Katara reached out her hand, placing it on his. He turned his palm up to meld with hers, bringing her hand up to his lips for a moment; an air of sobriety falling between them.
Katara ducked her head to catch his eye. “But none of that matters. We trust each other, Sweetie.”
Aang looked at her, more intensity in his eyes than she expected, “I trust you. Its themI don’t trust...”
“Exactly!” Katara jumped on this, “That’s exactly how I feel when I see these grasping women swooping down on you, while you act completely non-the-wiser!” She blew out a forceful breath, “and with this separation coming up… I just… I don’t know.” She struggled to put her feelings into words, “I guess I just can’t help but feel… apprehensive.”
Tomorrow morning Katara would be leaving Ba Sing Se for the South Pole. The ten-year anniversary of her mother’s death was coming up, and in the Water Tribe, that was a ceremonial year. All the loved ones of the deceased needed to gather for Ten Days of Remembrance, each day being specified with specific activities for honoring the dead. The final evening, the closest family members would convene in the tent of the Shaman who would lite incenses made from special herbs and perform the Final Ritual. People were sometimes known to see the souls of their deceased loved ones on this special night. But it was believed that after this ten-year milestone, the soul finally left this world for good, never to visit again. This was an important and sacred ritual, and she needed to be there – for her Dad, but also for herself.
Aang had to stay here in Ba Sing Se. The new Fire Nation Ambassador had figuratively burned a slew of political bridges in the Earth Kingdom, offending nearly everyone in King Kuei’s advisory cabinet. The woman meant well, and she wasn’t wrong in her opinions actually; but she was brash and outspoken, and like her element, pretty hotheaded. Things had gotten so heated in the last meeting that Aang had sent for Iroh to come from his teashop to talk some sense into his Nation’s ambassador and try to smooth over some bristling Earth Kingdom egos. As much as he didn’t like it, his life was not his own, and he simply could not leave Ba Sing Se right now. And frankly, he was over due for a scheduled meeting with Zuko in the Fire Nation as well; so as soon as he felt that the tenuous situation here was safe enough to leave, he would go directly there. So any thoughts of going to the South Pole with Katara were doubly out.
So the two of them were looking at anywhere from a month to two months away from one another. They had not spent this much time apart since… well since before they met.
Aang squeezed her hand, “Yeah, I feel apprehensive too. I hate being away from you, Katara.” Aang picked up his stool and brought it around the table, so the two could sit closer, his knees flanking hers as they sat facing one another. “But I don’t want you to worry about me and… other girls. That’s just ludicrous! You know you’re the only girl for me, Sweetie.”
Katara grasped both of his hands, looking at them as she placed them in her lap, “I know. I trust you, really, I do. I guess… I guess I would just feel a little better if you didn’t, I don’t know, let them flirt with you like that. I don’t like it when I’m here, but… I mean what will they be like when I’m not here to chase them away?!”
Aang brought his hand up to her face in affection. “What can I do to make you feel better?”
A sly smile crept up to Katara’s mouth, “you could try using firebending to make yourself hot so they can’t touch you…”
“Make myself hot…?” Aang asked incredulously.
“No! I mean you’re already hot… (that’s kind of the problem…) No, what I meant is make your body hotter so that…” Katara groaned as she dug herself deeper in this faux pas. “That doesn’t sound right! I mean, just… just burn them if they touch you! Or, heat up your skin so they burn their hands if they touch you… or something…” she trailed off lamely.
Aang laughed right out loud. Clearly amused by Katara’s mis-speech implying that somehow “being hotter” would help with his lady problems. “You want me to start burning people…? If they flirt with me…?”
Eventually Katara laughed too, admitting that her idea was ridiculous. But her feelings were genuine and she wanted to communicate that with Aang. “Ok, so no need to… burn anyone. But Aang can you really try to be a little more direct with these girls? Yes, they are being way too forward, and you aren’t exactly inviting them to hit on you, but… well, you aren’t exactly discouragingthem either…”
Aang sat back a little, stunned that Katara felt that way. Katara spoke again, “I mean, think about this in reverse, Aang. If I had been sitting there and three handsome guys were hovering around me when you went for sauces… how would youfeel?”
Aang sat for a moment, eyebrows drawn as he contemplating that.
Katara went on, “and how about if they were putting their hands on me like those girls did with you?”
Aang answered immediately, “I’d be steaming.” Then cocking a smile, “Most likely literally.”
“See! Well that’s how I feel!”
Aang looked at her again, kindness emanating from him, “I’m sorry, Katara. I hadn’t thought about it like that, from yourpoint of view. I don’t like them flirting with me either, but I just don’t want to offend anyone…” He took her hands in his again, “but I guess I amoffending someone when I let it happen. I’m offending you, and you’re the last person I want to hurt, Katara!”
“Aang, I know you are loyal to me, and I trust you. But I don’t like feeling jealous, and I do think there are things you could do to lessen the problem.”
“Okay. I’ll be better. I’ll be more upfront in discouraging women who hit on me.” Aang looked at her with a crooked smile, “and what about you? If I’m supposed to burn these girls, does that mean you have to freeze the guys that hit on you?” Aang added cheekily.
Katara laughed, and Aang added, “Then when we are finally back together after this time away from one another we can compare casualty-counts; sound fair?”
“Deal!”
………....
A/N: Anyone else feel like Aang is a little oblivious to girls flirting with him? We saw it in the show a little, and even more in the comics. I think that Katara would have a problem with this (and you can’t really blame her too much, right?)
Anyway, please leave me your thoughts!
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dirtierhockey-blog · 6 years ago
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hampus lindholm; low key-ish
for @bahharrington28​
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you don’t meet Hampus at the arena, you’ve never so much as seen him in passing there but you know who he is the second he slips in beside you at the crowded bar
you’re at a bar with some co-workers from the Honda Center after a long work day so you hadn’t scouted out the crowd when you got there, but you’re kicking yourself for it now
you flash him a smile, assuming he’s grinning at you out of politeness while he waits for the bartender to come over too- but then he’s introducing himself and asking if he can buy you a drink
that hopeful smile is so cute it makes your stomach flip
you only take a second to glance back at the table full of your co-workers and mull over the pros and cons of ditching them before you’re accepting, turning fully towards him with a flirtatious grin
conversation starts and flows easily, he’s funny and flirty in a way that’s obvious but still undeniably charming
you lean into him with a hand on the crook of his elbow and you try to keep collected but you’re sure your face just looks like a tomato when he compliments you
you stay at the bar like that for so long the bartender probably gets sick of you taking up the space but you don’t notice, you don’t notice all of your co-workers(aka ride possibilities) leave either
what must be an hour or so after you first started talking, one of his apparent friends interrupts you to bid him a goodnight with a bro-handshake
Hampus looks around then and chuckles when he realizes his group’s completely gone as well, and you admit you should sober up so you can walk back to where you left your car and drive home
he chews on that distracting bottom lip and then he asks if he could walk with you, he’d need to catch an Uber anyway and he says “I don’t think I’m ready to stop talking to you”
you go bright red again but you nod and tell him you’d appreciate it… when you’re out of the bar and you’re left with only silence around you for the first time that evening, you tell him you weren’t ready to stop talking to him either
that makes him beam like he won a prize and you have to look away to shield your own huge grin from him
it not too long of a walk but you fill the time with passing questions back and forth, the shimmer of something new surrounding the two of you bumping shoulders down the sidewalk
you’re just about there when he asks what you do, and you point towards the arena while you tell him, you were just about to anyway because he got on the topic of enjoying his career so far in Anaheim, he gets so excited he makes you stop in your tracks
“Does that mean I can take you out on your lunch break when I’m done skating there- or, wait, do you come to a lot of the games? Would you?” Hampus grabs your hand, your fingers interlocking easily and giving you butterflies
“I-I’d like that but I don’t know if you can, I don’t know if there’s a thing about inter-company… canoodling,” your teeth worry at your bottom lip, ignoring how he poorly hides a giggle, “Or if we count as co-workers even…”
“Hey, hey,” he eases you in an effortlessly calming tone before you can begin worrying about if that would stop whatever this is before it really gets started, “We can be… quiet, low key? We won’t meet at the office, or anywhere in the building, if you don’t want to. You don’t have to tell anyone that we left together tonight. None of our friends were there to see, right… don’t worry. This’ll be good.”
something about his confidence unleashes the butterflies back into your stomach, the soft smile he’s had for you all night making you want to believe him so badly you do
you’ve never clicked with anyone so quickly as you have already with him, and you’d never typically kiss a guy the first time you meet him... but you keep getting told that you won’t get what you want out of life unless you go for it and this tall, gorgeous blonde man is everything you want right now-
instead of telling him that or even that he’s right you surge forward to kiss him, having to pull him down a bit awkwardly to get there but your mouths meet in a sweet but not at all chaste kiss that’s just as good as you’ve been thinking it could be
he brings his free hand to cup the back of your head and kisses you again and again with just teases of his tongue along your bottom lip, his thumb sweeping back and forth over the back of your hand
it takes you much longer than it should to get home that night, kissing each other through the parking lot like stupid teenagers, Hampus convinces you with his mouth at the corner of yours that he should take an Uber because he’s going the opposite way, and you know one of you wouldn’t get home if you gave him a ride
you exchange numbers just as his ride pulls up and keep looking back at each other until his Uber turns the corner and you’re left to catch your breath in the driver’s seat before you can even start your car
there’s a text waiting for you when you get home, he saved his name with a kissy face and an orange heart: I can’t wait to see you again, goodnight
you can so vividly imagine his voice, his breath over your cheek like it had earlier in the night and you don’t remember ever feeling this way, especially not with anyone you’d just met and you text him back the same sentiment with a grin on your face and it doesn’t fall for the rest of the weekend
you text each other as much as possible over the next couple of days and when you go into work on Monday you get that giddy feeling just from parking
you text him that, and you know he won’t be back in the building until the next game day but you’ve already memorized when it is and you can’t wait
it’s not too long of a wait, and soon the day’s come and you’re walking back into the building from you break with a coffee in hand when your phone rings
the second you answer Hampus tells you he found an empty room and he absolutely needs to see you before the game tonight or he might just die, and you can hear the huge grin in his voice and you can’t help but let your own match it
you know you’re going to be late back to your desk, but you don’t care and go find him anyway
the second you find the right door he’s pulling you into the room and into him, laughing with you as he presses his nose to yours and you both let the intense moment before your mouths meet stretch out
“It was so nice to see you,” you whisper when you finally pull back, hands flattening his t-shirt back over his broad chest from where you bunched it up. you’ve never had much self control and it takes every ounce of it to really make yourself leave after he says the same, licking his lips and looking at you like he can’t get enough of your face and you know the feeling
when you get back to your desk you make a pretty wild excuse for your twenty minute detour but you can’t bring yourself to care if anyone minds
the second you’re off work Hampus calls you like he was waiting by his phone for the clock to strike 5:01 despite probably having stuff to do before his game
“Let me take you out tomorrow night, I have to go away for a couple days after that but I need to take you on a real date before I go, please,” he starts with that, probably not even aware yet that it makes you smile so wide your cheeks strain
“Yes, yes, please, I’d love that,” you tell him, trying to stay focused while you walk to your car but smiling like an idiot the whole time while he tells you that he wants to wine and dine you and show you he’s more than just a ‘spectacular kisser’
you have to laugh but you can’t deny it, he really is a great kisser
it’s the best date you’ve had in years, not to mention first date- you feel shy and nervous in the lead up but it’s not awkward for a second, again caught up in each other, but you keep the little touches on the way in the restaurant and from across the table innocent
you share dessert with your feet tangled together underneath the table and when he drops you off, he kisses you at your doorstep, leaves you wanting so much more but the promise of more when he gets back to Anaheim leaves you practically floating on Cloud 9 while you get ready for bed
every time he gets the chance to be in the Honda Center while you’re working he finds a way to get you alone, but it’s not like you do much to stop him
you never imagined it’d be so hard to keep it up, but you still can’t help yourself from going to see him when he’s just so close and tempting… you don’t have the guts to ask your manager about what the policy is...
though you maintain a constant stream of texts, snaps, and IG messages of various funny and adorable things even when he’s in Anaheim, he calls you almost every away game day to tell you he’s thinking of you, and you wish him luck
(one day you send him a snap of you in his shirsey you picked up on a whim just before a game in LA and he nearly loses his mind, which is a confidence boost to say the least)
you get him to come into your apartment after your third ‘official date’, you had already spent most of the movie you went to cuddling into each other in the far corner with exploratory touches and as much kissing as you could keep quiet and keeping the conversation open without words-
-you don’t fuck that night but you get each other off with your hands, kisses slowed to sharing breaths and moans
he has to leave too early the next day for practice but you still walk on air all morning, knowing you’ll hear from him once he’s done
the first person to find out about your relationship is one of his teammates; you met in a spot that’s now become pretty frequent for the two of you and he’s just pushed your panties aside with his hand all the way up your skirt, his mouth panting against your neck and you’re just distracted enough to not notice but he does catch the bit of a gasp from the doorway a few feet away
“Rickard!” Hampus lifts his head to bark, curling over you and using his frame to shield you entirely from view, “Get out!”
“Sorry, sorry!” the man laughs and backs out immediately, seemingly not bothered but you’re frozen in embarrassment, never having come that close to being caught with someone’s fingers inside you
Hampus apologizes as much as he can before he has to go back to his team and you to work, late that night he comes over to assure you Rickard wouldn’t spill a word, but he’ll be more careful about being seen wandering off on his own
in all truth, all of your friends have been wondering what’s going on, having heard so little from the two of you basically since the night you met. you’ve been noticeably happier but even your best friends hear little of your life lately, they just know you’ve been suspiciously busy
you don’t know if it’s the fear of rumours about you in the workplace, the possibility of your relationship being frowned upon by management, or the possibility of it shattering under reality but you’ve kept a solid force field between what’s going on between you two and anyone or anything else…
you remember when you kissed him the first night you met and how nervous you were to do that too and you ask him, “Would… would you want people to know? I know I really like you, and I think I want this to be more… real-”
“It doesn’t feel real because we sneak around the arena?” you immediately shake your head, moving closer to him where you two are on the couch, putting both hands on his forearm
“No, no, it is so real, I didn’t mean that I just, I think I want my friends to know why I’m so happy now, and I want to tell my mom about you and I’ve been at my job less than a year I can find another one if it’s that big of a deal-”
he’s grinning already and you break your train of thought to look down and smile too, biting hard into your bottom lip to try to contain it enough to continue
Hampus cups your face in one hand and leans in to kiss you softly before you can, “Will you be my girlfriend? I’ve been waiting to ask you, only because I’ve been too much of a chicken, but I want to tell everyone I know that you are mine…”
you nod your head, a little too choked up to speak but you share a loaded smile with him before you’re wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him until he picks you right up off the couch and walks you to your bedroom
he undresses you both and lays you out on the bed, kisses you until you’re practically melted into the bed, until you can feel him rock hard against your thigh every time he presses down into your body and your entire core aches with the need to have him inside you finally
he fucks you slow with your legs wrapped around him and his forearms framing your head to keep his torso just pressed into yours, you cum with your eyes locked on his until he thrusts hard into you with his own orgasm and they squeeze shut as you shake with overstimulated after shocks
you fuck again, you on top this time, right after your alarm goes off in the morning
Hampus gives you a ride to work and since you’re already late you spend another five minutes kissing him silly
your co-workers don’t seem impressed by your lack of punctuality but they’re suitably distracted when you drop that your boyfriend held you up; you don’t give them anything else for the rest of the day but they do bug you to hell over it when a gorgeous bouquet comes for you an hour later from ‘H;)’
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