#luche x reader

[mysunshinetemptress]

Luch

(Lil McCabe Universe)

Katie McCabe x Lil McCabe

Warnings: Part of the unseen series this part focuses more on Katie, it’s got angst and is like a little background and a way to go forward with Katie and Lil McCabes relationship

Katie didn't quite know when you fell through the cracks and faded into the back. She could still remember you being born, though. She was seven, a whirlwind of freckles and laughter, so excited to have a new baby in the family. It had become a tradition in their house, this older sibling adoption. The eldest would take the youngest, showering them with attention, teaching them everything they knew. A miniature mentorship program, filled with scraped knees, shared secrets, and an unwavering bond.

For Katie, it was her turn. She was going to be the best big sister ever. A boy or a girl, it didn’t matter. She’d teach them everything, from the best hiding spots in the garden to the correct way to tackle a football. She’d introduce them to her friends, share her toys, and protect them from the world.

She remembered the day you arrived, a tiny, wrinkled bundle. You fit perfectly in the palm of her hand. She was careful, so careful, as she held you, her heart pounding with a mixture of love and responsibility. She’d named you ‘Squishy’ that day, a name that stuck for a few weeks before you graduated to something more...permanent.

What was it, why can't she remeber it now, its the only thing she called you, the only thing SHE called you.

There are gaps in her memory now, like pieces of a puzzle missing. You were there, a constant in the chaotic tapestry of her childhood, and then you weren’t. It’s as if someone had gently peeled you away, leaving an indistinct shape where you once were.

She remembers your laughter, a clear bell-like sound that would fill the house. She remembers the way your eyes would light up when she read you stories. And she remembers the day you took your first steps, holding onto her finger for dear life.

She dressed you in tiny football jerseys, her favorite team’s colors blazing against your soft skin. She taught you the alphabet with the help of her toy animals, her patience endless as you struggled to pronounce the letters. Weekends were spent at the park, Katie pushing you on the swings, her laughter mingling with yours as you soared through the air.

But then, the memories start to blur. There are fragments, snapshots, like a photo album with missing pages. You’re there, but you’re also not. You morph into Ella and Lauryn, She starts being unable to tell what memories are with you and what memories are with them.

Cheeky, no thats what she called Ella

Sometimes, late at night, when the house is quiet, Katie will close her eyes and try to remember you. She’ll see a small figure, a blur of color, a sound. But then, the image fades, and she’s left with an aching emptiness.

Munchkin, no thats what she called Lauryn

The name was on the tip of her tongue, a phantom word dancing just beyond her grasp. It was a small thing, a trivial detail, but in the grand scheme of her fading memories, it was a cornerstone. Squishy was a placeholder, a temporary label for a child who had become an integral part of her life. The real name, the one that fit perfectly, was buried beneath layers of time and confusion.

It was a name whispered in countless bedtime stories, shouted in shared laughter, and softly murmured in moments of comfort. A name that held the weight of a world, a universe contained within a single syllable. Now, it was a ghost, haunting the corridors of her mind.

The blurring of memories was a cruel thief, stealing the clarity of childhood. Ella and Lauryn, the subsequent additions to the family, had cast long shadows, their presences eclipsing you. Yet, there was a part of Katie that refused to accept this erasure.

The name was a whisper in the wind, a phantom echo in the chambers of her mind. Katie clutched at the edges of her memory, desperate to grasp the elusive word. It was a puzzle piece, missing from the grand tapestry of her childhood, a void that gnawed at her with an insistent hunger.

Days turned into weeks as she delved deeper into the recesses of her mind. She revisited old photo albums, the glossy pages filled with smiling faces. There you were, standing at the back sometimes only the top of your head only visible, a tiny speck in a sea of laughter, your eyes holding a spark of mischief that mirrored her own. But the name remained out of reach, a tantalizing mirage in the desert of her recollection.

She tried talk to your parents, hoping they might remember. But your mam still refusued to talk to her and your da was no help not even remembering if her himself had given you a nickname like he had the rest of his kids. She tried your siblings but they were no use each either shouting out random names or asking "Wait Y/n had a nickname, i thought it was just Ella and Lauren." It was as if it had been erased from the family history, a forgotten chapter in a well-loved story.

Desperation crept into her heart. She was losing you, she had lost you. Katie remembered, the fearless, protective big sister role she used to proudly play, but your part was fading if not already gone.

One evening, as she sat alone in the quiet of her living room, a flicker of memory ignited within her. She closed her eyes, focusing on the sensation of warmth, the smell of baby powder, the sound of soft giggles. And then, it came to her, as clear as day.

"Luch."

The word slipped out of her lips, a whisper in the still air. It was perfect, simple, and utterly fitting. Luch it was mouse in Irish something she had just learned in school and it fit you perfectly you were as quite as a mouse even as a baby and she used to laugh at the way you scrunched your nose just before you cried. It was the name she had given you, the name that had defined your place in her heart.

You were her baby sister. Her first responsibility, her first love. And somewhere along the way she had failed to even notice you slip through the cracks, she had turned into the person she had sworn to protect you from at just seven years old and she didn't know how to fix it.

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“So you should go say it or you’ll regret it forever.” Shinobu smiled with an all knowing look.

You raced out of the room with Kiyo and Naho hot on your trail. “You’re not supposed to be out of bed!” They called behind you.

You swung the Butterfly Mansion gates open. You spotted Giyuu a little ways down the path with Muichiro and Obanai. You heart pounded against you chest, the girls trying to pulled you back inside. You summoned all your courage and yelled, “GIYUU! I LOVE YOU!”

Everyone else in the world faded away, it was just you two. You see from a distance how his face heated up. It took a (rude) shove from Obanai for him to start walking back towards you. Feeling a new found confidence and excitement you continued, “I loved you for so long now! So you have to fight and win so you can come back to me okay! When you come back!-”

He stood inches away from, he hesitantly took your hands in his. “(Y/N), I-”

You leaned up and kissed him on the cheek. His face turned and even brighter red. You smiled, “Tell me after you win. You are coming back to me, aren’t you?”

“Of course,” he smiled. He kissed you lightly on the forehead and turned back to Obanai and Muichiro. You felt the familiar tug of Aoi now dragging you back inside, scolding you in the process.

Shinobu sighed to herself, grateful you two can now stop with the schoolyard crush.

[andywinter16]

Okay okay okay hear me out, luche, Nyx, and drautos having to saying goodbye to their lover because things are getting too dangerous or an even more heartbreaking scenario…. Saying goodbye because their love is dying from a terrible injury!

OMG! You want to make me cry, don´t ya? .... I absolutely know what you mean, let me get to it! It will be mix of both kind of, I just need to decided who I want to break with what plot. ... I hope you have a tissues, anonie?

Okay, gn!reader as always :)

WARNING!!! Lots of angst, mentioned death, betrayel, injury, fatal illness, kinda toxic relationship

If anything of the things mentioned above triggers you, do not read it , please!

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Luche Lazarus:

"Luche, you´re alive!" you run into his arms at full speed, both of you fell hard on the floor. He seemed genuinely suprised, until his eyebrows knitted together and his lips were pursued just in thin line. You knew what this gesture meant. Displeased.

"What are you doing here!? I send you investigate to Leide. Fuck, this can´t be really happening." he pushed you away from him, making space between you two. You didn´t understand it at all. "Luche, I came back, because I discovered that some of our comrades want to betray Insomnia. So listen to me!" the distress in your voice was palpable.

Luche abruptly stood up. His usually soft features are now graced with sorrowful look . " It´s true, Y/N. Most of us betrayed the king." your jaw dropped. You shook your head in disbelief at that revelation. Luche wouldn't do this, he wasn't like that. Yet you knew him perhaps too well. Luche as any other refugee was despised by Insomnians, and no matter how many people they saved or how many battles they won in the king´s name, Insomnians never accepted them among themselves. Many times you have defended them against rude Insomnians with their snark remarks. But you were just one kind spirit among many assholes. Luche´s intesive stare locked you in place.

" I didn´t wanted you to be caught in this crossfire Y/N. That´s why I send you away on that mission. " he smiled ruefully at you, " But you and your unsatisfied curiosity, always causing trouble." You struggled to get up, it felt like a bad dream that came from the worst nightmare. It's like your mind stopped working, only thing that spinned your mind was betrayl. Luche continued to speak in his soothing voice, giving you a false hope.

" Hide somewhere away from Insomnia, and I will find you Y/N. You´re after all too precious for me to lost." He pulls his gun out, pointing it straight at you. Stunned. Confused. You just stood here frozen in place. Until you finally found the strength to answer him.

" Please, Luche. Stop this madness, this isn´t you! Come with me, we can hide together before the Empire!" you pleaded. He was tempted, but abandoning his cause and be runaway with you, still at cost turning his back toward his people and home? Luche knew it woudn´t go smoothly with you. " It´s too late Y/N. I made up my mind long time ago."

" I am not doing that! Come with me." Luche shakes his head, the gun was still pointed at you. If It can't be the easy way, then you can do it the hard way. " Luche!" you lunged to grab him by the arm in which he holds the gun.

" Go away Y/N!" the trigger was pulled and the bullet bit into your shoulder. Pained scream leaved your lips. It's like time has stopped all of a sudden. You started slowly backing away from him. This is not the Luche you knew and loved. Before you was a cold-blooded man capable of doing anything to succeed in his plan. Tears streamed down your face like a river. Fear possessed you, you heard yourself spoke but it felt like it weren´t your words or even your body.

"You´re not the man that I once loved. You´re just a fucking cruel monster! I wish I would never met you " you throw at him the last thing of your searing bond, the unspoked goodbye. Turning your back at him, you ran as far as possible to safety . Adrenaline coursed through your veins. Even though the injury awfully throbbed, you wanted to be away from such heartless man.

You didn´t turn your back to see those shivering hands which picked your engagement ring. Or how his face was twisted in stabbing pain and cheeks were wet from tears. In that moment you took Luche´s heart with you, and he knew he would never be whole again. Luche became an empty shell, a broken shadow of his formel self.

Nyx Ulric:

Nyx rushes from HQ to the hospital as fast as he could, when he heard the bad news from your doctor. He was so worried for you, yet pissed at why you didn´t told him about your health problem. You dated for five years for Astral´s sake! The recepcionist welcomed him and asked what he needed. " I need to know the room of Y/N S/N. I am their partner, Nyx Ulric." said hastily. She typed something in her to small computer. "It´s room 237 on the six floor, sir." answered the kind woman behind the counter. Nyx went straight to the elevator. Oh, how he hated hospitals.

Finally after some searching, he´s got in to your room. Which was so sterile and white, ugh! Nyx internally cringed. Next to the window was your bed. You were hooked to some beeping machines, your lower half covered in blanket. When your gazes met across a room, a weak smile barely made it on your lips.

" Why didn´t you tell me!?" his outburst suprised you, but it was not unexpected. "Nyx, I don´t want you to see me like that." suddenly your hands looked more interesting that this conversation, "You had already so much on your plate with the Kingsglaive. I didn´t wanted you to be worried for me too." Nyx frowned. " Are you kidding me? Is that why you were distant these few months?! I could have been there for you, by your side. Together we could have endure it. But it seems to me, you chose for both of us." you didn´t miss the bitter tone in his voice. With all your might in your body left, you sharply answered. "If somebody wasn´t always holed in his work or on party with their friends and flirting with everybody there. And then avoiding me like a plague! That is the reason I didn´t tell you, I am not sure I can´t trust anymore." you looked him deeply into eyes at your last sentence. That was the last straw for Nyx. After everything you´ve been through. The anger took better of him.

" Fine! You want it that way, then so be it! I am leaving you, if you can´t trust me enough Y/N! It´´s over, I hope you´re happy!" Nyx stormed off your room, slamming the door shut. " Nyx, wait!" you yelled after him in vain, tears threatened to spill. The pain in your chest intensified, you couldn´t breathe.

The anger made him see bloody red. Nyx slumps to the ground, his palm was balled into a fist, it drawed a blood. He felt so miserable and helpless, just like when Selene died. Nyx lost her and then he´s supposed to lost you too?! He couldn´t stop crying even if he wanted. It was too much.

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Libertus found him a hours later, on the same spot where Nyx dropped. He had an absent look on his face, usually his stormy blue eyes full of energy were now hollow and puffy. His chin rested on his knees, which he hugged losely to his chest. Nyx looked so defeated, just like when his sister died. Libertus heart broke with grief, at the condition of his almost brother when Nyx uttered his way a single line.

" They´re gone, Libertus."

Titus Drautos:

The blown thrown him harshly at the remnants of concrete wall. Nyx reflexes were too slow from exhaustion, so when his head hit the wall Nyx vision went instantly black. Glauca saw his body slide to the ground, unmoving. Cautiously he went closer to finish his enemy off, while Nyx was still unconscious. Glauca yanked him roughly by his hair, maneuvering him into a semi-sitting position, preparing him for an execution. He let the sword rest on his shoulder, in pose of final victory.

" I commend you for standing by your word, Ulric. But this fight comes to an end."He raised his sword in a final strike. Glauca´s voice sounded somehow strained through his helmet. " Goodbye, Nyx Ulric."

" ARGHH!" a kukri was tossed precisely at Glauca´s head. He at last second ducked and rolled from the way, leaving poor Nyx abandoned on the ground. Glauca quickly scrambled to his feet, eyes frantically searching surounded area for the attacker. His mind quickly analyzed the situation. The kukri came from the right side of that debris. The attacker´s probably light on their feet, so someone from glaives was probably still alive. A shadow flashed in the right corner of his eye. There! So the attack comes from ... A figure dressed in glaive´s battle armor emerged from shadows on his left. Guided by his honned reflexes, he stabbed without remorse. But it was too late when his brain registred who did he stabbed. Y/N fell down on their knees, blood gushed from the stab wound like a waterfall. Glauca horiffied by his own action, took down the helmet. And in his place was Titus Drautos, the trusted captain of the glaives and your lover. He was the traitor, you were looking for among your ranks.

"Titus ... Why?" you tiredly managed to say. The blood loss started to take a heavy tool on your body. Breathing became raspy and beads of sweat were forming on your forehead.

" NO, NO no! Don´t talk Y/N, fuck! I need you to preserve your strenght, okay!" he tried to steady himself to appear calm. Shit, he didn´t have a flask of healing potion on him. Titus managed to apply the first aid, in a vain attempt to keep you alive. He saw too much wounds to knew the outcome, but he will try to do his damn best.

"You´re idiot, you know that? I'd hit you for that kind of stupidity...." You briefly paused. The strength in your body was rapidly dwindling." I would have followed you through a hell, if you asked me." The cold began to spread across your whole body. Titus gave a disheartening smile. " I know you would, love. But this was too much even for you. I had to bear it alone." He squeezed your hand soothingly. You could feel the inevitable coming, yet you weren´t ready to say goodbye.

" I love you, my silly captain ..." was the last thing you said, when Lady Etros took you in her land.

"No, stay with me Y/N! Fuck! Precious, don´t do this to me!" Your eyes became glassy and lifeless, when you took your last breath. Meanwhile Nyx has shaken himself out of the injury, rage boiled in his veins at the sight of your corpse. Titus touched affectionately your cheek, while teary - eyed he whispered his last goodbye.

"I will meet with you on the other side, dearest."

[cenittxnadir]

Lunch Box SingleDad!Miguel O´Hara x Reader

I think i'm going to make a small serie of SingleDad Miguel. Its going to have small fics, drabbles and headcanons. This is the second one I make, but is not a sequel so can read it any order you want.

You have been dating Miguel for awhile now and everything was perfect. Gaby and you got along quite fast, a little too fast. But she loves you and you love her.

Her favorite thing is the weekend, that means that you would stay at their house, so she has you and her dad for two whole days. She knows that Miguel has a time consuming job yours was a little more flexible but still.

Miguel loved how things were going, he was really happy but he couldn't help to feel a little bit jealous about the little bond you made with her daughter. Don't get him wrong, he loves you both, of course his type of love is different from one to another. He loves how you care for Gabriela and how she loves to spend time with you, but sometimes he feels that he's left outside. He just couldn't help it, he wants to have that communication that you have with her daughter, she tells you things that probably she would never tell him about, on the other side, he wants to have your full undivided attention only for him. There are days when he doesn't want to share his daughter and others when he doesn't want to share you.

You knew about it, he gets all grumpy when he hears you talking low in Gaby's room when you have your "girls night". He has tried to walk "by accident" in the middle of your chat only to get a "it's nothing" in response and then a few giggles when he leaves the room. Gaby and you use this to bother him.

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It had just past one of those weekends, and now it was monday, your day off, so you didn´t left.

Miguel heard his alarm sound, he turn it off with a groan and turn his boby to reach you, but he felt your bed space empty he got up quickly from his place looking for you, you were nowhere in the bedroom, all lights where out except for the little light that came out under the door meaning someone was on the kitchen or living room.

Against his will he got up, he felt cold without your presence. He rubbed his sleepines off his face with his hands. He didn´t want to get up yet, he would dragg you back to bed and sleep late until he had to "call sick" so he can spend more time with you.

When he arrived to the kitchen he saw you there, looking for something in the freezer, you were still in pijamas wich was pretty much some shorts and a shirt courtesy of Miguel's closet. He can hear the sizzle of the pans on the stove and the smell of whatever you were cooking.

"What are you doing up? It´s 6:15 am" His voice was low and groggy.

You gave a little jump, you didn´t expected to see him awake you turn to see him with a hand in her chest. "Dios mío Miguel, give me a warning." He just kept looking at her waiting for an answer. "Oh, I´m making a lunch box for Gabriela"

"Why? She eats at school" He look at you more confused

"Oh, well hehe, she told me that last week there was an insect on her smash potatoes"

"Why I didn´t knew about this?" An insect on his daugther´s food!? That was unacceptable, he would definitely change her from school.

"Because she didn´t want to worry you, besides i´m more than happy to cook for her, its not the first time I make her a lunch box, I usually made them in my apartment and bring them to her school in my luch hour" You star packing everything in her lunch box - funny thing: it was from Spiderman-

His eyes never left you, he followed every movement you made until his stomach rumbled in the middle of the silences. You looked at him. "I´m going to start breakfast. Go get ready."

He gave one last look to the lunch box then he turn to you standing in the middle just like a small kid. "Hmmm... Love? Can i get..." he lower his voice.

You turn to see him "You can get what?"

"I said if I could get..." Again. He wisper

"Mi amor habla más fuerte, no te entiendo. ¿Qué necesitas?"

"Que si puedo tener una yo también" He exchange looks between the lunch box and you.

"A lunch box? You want me to make one for you?"

"Yes please"

You couldn't keep yourself from smiling "Claro que si mi amorcito, I can make you one" You grab his face "Go get ready for work"

Minutes later everyone had finished eating Gabi clean the table while Miguel was getting his stuff in the trunk once he was done he told Gabriela to get in the car and wait for him.

He ran back to the kitchen to grab his lunch box in the counter.

"Wait Miguel, you forgot your dessert" You handle him a small box similar to the bigger one which contains the main food only that this one was cold. "Keep it cold until dessert time my love, its a surprise"

"Gracias"

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He can´t concentrate in work, he was constantly looking to the small freezer that he kept in his office, far from Hobie - he tend to stole his food- checking allmost every minute his watch hoping time moves faster so lunch time could arrive and finaly eat whatever you made him.

Finally lunch time arrived and he enjoy every single bite of his food, he felt like a kid again, eating home food in peace. Once hi finished his food he began to clean everything until he found the small box, he was full but he didn´t care it was his dessert, made by his lovly girlfirend, of course he´s going to eat it.

He opened the box, it took him a while to process what was happening, he grabbed what was inside lifting it up to get a better look. It was a strawberry, a blue one, with something red on it. Once he took a better look he almost let a squeal scape his lips, they were straberries covered in blue chocolate with some marks made with red chocoalte pretending to be his Spiderman mask.

He was definitely going to hide them from Hobie.

[imagines--galore]

Hello!

could I get number 13 on the prompt list with Edmund Pevensie?

Summary: He was a King. You were no Royal. You were his friend, as he was yours. And despite the fact the people kept saying there was something more, you denied it. For a King could never love a commoner. Could he? Pairing: Edmund Pevensie x Reader Rating || Genres || Warnings: T. Romance. A/N: Yay! First request for Edmund!

"Really, Your Majesty! This is just too much!" You said, running your hand over the fabric of the dress the youngest Queen of Narnia had forced you to put on.

"It is not." The Queen stated with the stubbornness of a teenager, which she was. "And how many times I've told you to call me Lucy."

"Multiple times, Your Majesty." You responded with a cheeky grin, prompting Lucy to roll her eyes in a rather un-queenly manner.

Luch walked up to straighten the thin satin belt that rested around your waist. The dress truly was a work of art. Made of a material that you were sure cost more then the wages you received, it was soft and delicate to the touch. Not to mention the work down the front of the dress seemed to sparkle in a way that made you feel like a princess. And the color? A grey that almost appeared silver. A rather unusual color but somehow familiar.

You were sure you had seen that color before, just not sure where.

"The seamstress made a few mistakes with the measurements, and I don't want it to sit in the back of my wardrobe. It is simply too stunning to never see the light of day." You let out a small hum of agreement as you allowed yourself a moment of admiration. The mirror in front of you showed a figure dressed in a gown that was surely out of a fairy tale.

Then again, you had seen grander and more beautiful gowns, and the one you wore was rather simple in comparison. But in your eyes, it was perfect. You twisted where you stood, hoping to catch a glimpse of the details that adorned the back. Lucy smiled at your obvious admiration.

"Maybe if you wore it to the ball next week, Edmund will finally notice you."

The words jolted you out of your little haze of admiration.

Turning your gaze towards the now smiling Queen, you blinked. "Notice me?" You asked, though you knew the answer before it came. Had heard it one too many times from so many people and creatures you knew.

"As in confess that he loves you, just as much as you love him." You blinked. The effect of her words were immediate as a blush turned your cheeks a bright red. The sight of which had Lucy smiling even wider.

"I-I do-don-" You were cut off by Queen Susan, who had been sitting at a nearby writing table and going over the final preparations for the Winter Ball.

"Lucy, you mustn't assume such things, it is rather rude." Her younger sister pursed her lips in a stubborn line. "Though I must admit Y/n." The Gentle Queen continued, now looking towards you. "Edmund does seem to show more affection towards you then he does anyone. Even us."

Annoyance had being told off forgotten, Lucy chimed in. "And we're his siblings!"

You shook your head as you reached behind you to undo the dress, anything to occupy her hands and hide her face lest the two Queens see the blush on your cheeks. "Your Majesties are mistaken. King Edmund and I are simply friends. And even that is a miracle given how I'm a simply maid and he is a King."

Lucy frowned. "And what does that matter? Love should not have anything to do with it." Having stepped out of the gorgeous gown and into your everyday clothes, you shook your head. "No, but that is it, Your Majesty." Your words sounded unconvincing, even to your own ears. "I am not in love with your brother."

A lie.

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You were in love with King Edmund.

Had been in love with him since the moment you had seen him.

Of course, you hadn't realized it then. Had not picked up on the fact that perhaps your heart raced because he was so near. How your heart leaped in your chest when he smiled at you. Or even how everything just seemed a little more magical when he was around.

You had met him by chance. Having finished your duties for the day, you had chosen to go down to the beach and collect some shells. You already had quite the collection but you always found new beautiful pieces to add to your collection. You had just straightened up from picking a rather pretty pink shell when the sound of an approaching horse had you looking to your left.

There he was, sitting atop a horse, with no saddle or rein, no entourage or crown adorning his forehead to show his status. The speed at which he rode his horse had you stepping back before he was even near you.

For reasons known only to Aslan, he came to a halt as he neared you. You had returned to your little expedition and was already digging through a small patch of sand where you had spied a star shaped shell. The sight of it had a bright smile forming on your lips, your eyes alight with joy at such a small, insignificant yet beautiful creation.

And Edmund had felt his heart clench at the sight of your sweet smile. A strange urgency bubbled in his chest. One he had never known before. One that compelled him to dismount from his horse and approach you. Though he stood a good few feet away as he watched you straighten and place the shell in your basket.

It was then that you became aware of him. You stood there as well, your basket tucked at the side.

He had stopped at the sight of you. And the both of you had simply looked at each other.

It was rather strange looking at a complete stranger in the eye. Normally you kept your head down and went about your work. But there was just something about him that had you meeting his gaze.

Him in his simple breeches, shirt and shoes, black hair swept away from his forehead, blowing gently in the salty air. Eyes alight with a light that you would see for months to come whenever you would run into him.

He knew it was not proper to stare, but he could not help himself.

You in your simple dress, with the hem wet from the waves that kept tickling your bare toes. The braid you kept your hair in, hardly able to keep the strands in place given how hard the wind was blowing. Your cheeks were flushed from being out in the sun for so long.

And yet Edmund had never seen a more prettier sight in all of Narnia.

Slowly, you smiled at him in a friendly manner. "Is there something that you needed?" You asked.

He shook his head. "I apologize for disturbing you on your outing My Lady, I was just curious why a young maiden would venture so far away from Cair. Assuming, you are from there." He quickly added, not wanting to make any false assumptions.

Giving a small nod, you confirmed his suspicions. "Yes, I'm from Cair. I work as a maid there." The both of you glanced down the length of the beach to where the castle shone brightly in the light of the slowly setting sun. "You're a little far out aren't you?" He asked with a smile to which you gave a sheepish one in return.

"To tell you the truth, I love to collect shells." You held up your basket to show the small collection you had gathered in the hour you had been at the beach. "And there aren't quite that many close to the castle, so I have to venture a little further ahead."

Meeting his eyes once more, you allowed yourself to admire how handsome he was. Surely he was a lord or something of the sort. Perhaps a visiting noble from Archenland? Edmund's line of sight shifted to the setting sun just behind you.

"May I escort you back to Cair? It is near sunset and the tide will be coming in." He offered, not wanting to leave your presence just yet. You glanced over your shoulder as well, before turning to give him a nod. "That would be appreciated thank you." You paused. "I do not believe you told me your name."

Edmund's smile faltered a little. He knew if he told you his name you would recognize him. Clearing his throat he decided on a little white lie. Or rather half-truth. "My name is Ed. And may I ask you for your name, My Lady?" You waved a hand in a dismissive manner. "I am hardly a Lady, but you may call me Y/n, Ed." It was a rather strange name, but then who was she to say anything.

With the horse following after the both of you at a slow pace, you and Ed began the walk back to the castle.

                                          ————————–

It took you longer then normal to return to the castle. Probably because the both of you were so lost in your conversation. You hardly noticed when his horse actually bypassed you and reached the back entrance of the castle by himself. You didn't care that you were late.

It wasn't everyday you met someone you could talk to like you were with Ed. It was strange. You wanted to tell him everything. And for someone who was very private with their thoughts, this was a huge surprise.

And you weren't the only one doing the talking. Edmund had always felt a little alone, even in his family. Before going to war, his father had been the only one to understand him. After coming to Narnia his siblings had begun to understand him too, but it just wasn't the same.

But then here you were. Someone he had just met, and he had never felt so understood in all his life. It was a little scary, how you were so inquisitive and were able to pick up on cues and read between the lines of every word that came out of him. You were sharp, clever and smart.

Yes, he knew all three words were synonymous, but he didn't care. They described you perfectly.

"Well I should head back inside." You finally said, once there was a brief lull in the conversation. You really didn't want to, but you had to get to sleep so you could work the next day. Ed gave a small nod. And was it your imagination, or did he look a little disappointed as well.

"I had a lovely time talking to you." You admitted with a bright smile. "And I shall be surely on the lookout for the book you mentioned. Perhaps I may find it in the local library." You had begun to climb up the stairs leading towards the backdoor. He would have to enter from the other side where the stables were.

Edmund continued to look at you as you ascended the stairs. You walked backwards so you could look at him even as you departed. Suddenly, he realized he didn't want you to leave. A burst of courage, one that would make his younger sister proud, had him bounding up a couple of stairs, reaching out and taking your hand in his.

A startled gasp left your lips as you looked down at him. He was still a few steps away, but even that distance felt intimate.

"Will I see you again?" He asked. The young King had no idea where this new side of him was coming from. He had always preferred solitude, and he was sure that the moment he left your presence he would revert back to his old self.

But for now, he would act on every impulse he could.

Just so he could be in your company again in the future.

You stopped short, a surprised look crossing your features as you blinked at him. Your gaze dropped from his face, to the hand that gripped yours. And though you were cautious around people you just met, something in you reassured you. Had you believing that you could trust him.

So you nodded, and the smile that lit up the entirety of his face was one that stayed with you till the next time you met.

                                          ————————–

It didn't take long for you to become aware of Ed, or rather King Edmund's true status. And though it did shock and embarrass you, not being able to recognize one of the Monarchs of your beloved country, the only thing that changed in your friendship were the titles. You began to call him Your Majesty, or King Edmund, whatever the situation asked for. And him, out of spite and knowing how much you hated it, called you My Lady.

Everything else stayed the same.

Your friendship. Your ability to know what was bothering one another. The fact that the both of you knew when the other was going through a hard time. He with his duties as a King, and you with your own problems.

The whole castle slowly became aware of your friendship, especially when Edmund would seek you out and would speak to you about the most recent book the both of you had read. He, like you, was an avid reader. Any book would do really.

Sometimes you would stop in the middle of your task, and simply stand with the King in the middle of the hallway, as the both of you discussed some new scientific theory being proposed by some cranky old centaur.

Other times you would burst into his study, frantically gesturing as you let out your frustrations concerning a character in whatever adventurous tale you were reading. He would put aside his work and just listen to you with that knowing smirk on his face.

Once he had let you rant for nearly ten minutes before handing you the second book and saying that hadn't been the ending. You had once thrown a book at his head for that.

He'd learned to not test you when it came to books after that.

Still, over the months your friendship had grown stronger. You had even gotten to know his siblings. And while you were friends with them as well, the level of intimacy you shared with Edmund, was one you could never reach with anyone else.

It was not surprising when the residents of Cair Paravel began to assume that the King of Narnia was courting a simple maid.

And though no one ever said it outright, everyone thought the same.

                                          ————————–

The Winter Ball was a grand affair.

Since the defeat of the White Witch Queen Susan had taken every step to ensure that the Winter Ball was the grandest of celebrations. Not only because it was Christmas but because she wanted to wipe away any negative memories the Narnians had when it came to winter.

As a half-dryad, partial to spring and summer, even you could not help enjoying the festivities.

But from afar.

You were keeping to the shadows, hiding in an alcove that overlooked the beach you and Edmund had walked along for hours at a time. Queen Lucy had gotten what she wanted. You attending the Ball. She'd actually dragged her brother into the conversation. And when he had asked if you were going to attend, you knew you were trapped.

He had looked so hopeful that all you could do was say yes.

You never could say no to him. A weakness he exploited sometimes when it came to getting away from Cair Paravel, during work hours, and just wandering around in the Woods or walking along the beach. Your Supervisor knew of your getaways, but since you had always been an efficient worker, she never complained.

At the moment, you were dressed in the same dress Lucy had given you, with your hair in an elegant braid, adorned with flowers you had picked from garden earlier that day.

You wore a necklace with the gown, a piece of jewelry that had been gifted to you by a certain King. Your fingers lifted to the gorgeous piece, lightly tracing the outline of the necklace, a small smile pulling at your lips as your mind wandered to the one who had gifted it to you.

"Lady Y/n?"

Speaking of which.

You spun on your heel, having forgotten that there was a side entrance to the alcove you were hiding in.

"King Edmund." You responded with a quick curtsy. You smiled at him as you straightened up. Silence followed, one where your smile slowly faltered, and your cheeks to grow red under his unwavering gaze. You adjusted the skirts of your dress nervously as you cleared your throat.

"Queen Lucy was gracious enough to lend me the dress, though I insist in returning it once I am done attending the Ball." You said as a way to start the conversation.

It was then, when your eyes dropped to his chest, that you suddenly realized why the color of your dress had been so familiar.

Every Monarch had their color. For King Peter, it was gold and blue. For Queen Susan it was two different shades of blue. For Queen Lucy it was red and blue. And for King Edmund, it was silver and blue.

The exact shade of the dress you currently wore.

If it didn't mean treason, you would surely kill Queen Lucy for playing such a hand.

"You look beautiful." His words prompted you to meet his gaze, which still hadn't left your face. Skin flushing, you reached up to push a stray strand of hair behind your ear. "Th-thank you. You look good too. Did your sister threaten you into coming in proper attire?"

Edmund rolled his eyes. "She said she would lock me out of the library if I wasn't dressed right." You couldn't help but giggle at his expression.

"May I ask, why you're not out there, dancing?" He asked, moving to stand next to you so that the both of you could look out at the various dancing pairs. You shrugged. "I prefer the company of a select few." He nudged you playfully with his elbow. "I hope I'm included in that list."

You hummed in contemplation. "I believe you are number three. After your sisters." You responded, to which he pressed a hand over his heart. "Your words wound my My Lady. How shall I ever survive your cruel intentions."

This was what you loved liked about Edmund. He was always ready with a joke of some sort. It was rather refreshing, to have a friend who made one laugh.

A comfortable silence settled between the both of you, as you stood there and just watched everyone dance and enjoy themselves.

"Do you remember that day when I found out you were a King?" You suddenly spoke up, your gaze just as soft as your voice as the memory of that day rose to the front of your mind.

Edmund chuckled beside you. "Oh yes, I remember. I was talking to Peter about something, and you saw me." You nodded. "And I came over and ask how close of a friendship you shared with him because you punched him on the shoulder."

Turning your head slightly, you looked at him out of the corner of your eyes. "You decided to have some fun, saying you were quite close. And when I asked how close, you said he was your brother."

Edmund couldn't help himself. He burst out laughing, while you blushed furiously at the remembrance of your embarrassment in that moment. "Your expression was hilarious." He said once he paused for breath. "And then you said but that would make me King. Though I was rather offended you knew that Peter was King."

You scowled at his grinning face. "Thats because I had seen him give a speech in public before. It is hardly my fault that you barely leave your library or your office to go out and meet people."

He made a face. "Now why would I want to do that?" You rolled your eyes at him. "One would think as King, you would prefer to at least show yourself in public sometimes." You reprimanded, prompting Edmund to point a finger at you. "Did Susan tell you to say that? She's always going on and on about how I should spend some time with people so that I don't forget how to talk."

A teasing smile pulled at your lips as you flicked his finger away with your own. "Well she's not wrong. I love reading books just as much as you do, but at least I go out and talk to people."

Edmund rolled his eyes. "I talk plenty. At least with the people who matter." As he said that, his gaze flicked towards you and you smiled, reaching out to loosely loop your arm through his. "I am truly honored to be one of those people."

He smiled, his fingers intertwining with the hand that wrapped around his arm.

"You have no idea how much."

So saying, he brought up the hand he held, and pressed a gentle kiss to the back of your hand. And since you'd forgone gloves for the night, you could feel the press of his warm lips against your skin.

Your heart beat rapidly against your chest, and you were sure your cheeks were a permanent shade of pink with how much you were blushing.

Suddenly his eyes lit up, as if he had just remembered something.

And he had.

"I almost forgot! I went down to the beach a few days ago." So saying he reached inside his pocket and pulled out a rather pretty shell. "I found this while I was down there, thought you might like it."

With your free hand you took the shell, examining the pretty colors that nature had painted it with. It was truly beautiful. But that wasn't what you were focusing on.

He'd been at the beach for his own purpose, whatever it had been. But he had thought of you. You were on his mind when he saw the shell. You were who he remembered when he picked it up knowing you would like it.

How could he be so sweet and kind at the same time?

And how, oh how could you not fall in love with him if he were to keep showing you such sweet gestures?

The sight of the shell, and the aftereffects of the conversation you had just had with him, was what compelled you to do what you did next.

It was a simple maneuver really. One that required you to push yourself up on your toes, and tilt you head forward a little bit.

A simple series of movements.

And yet the outcome of it had Edmund's eyes widening as he felt the result of your gesture against his mouth. But it didn't stop there. His entire body stiffened for a brief moment, before he relaxed and tilted his head a little to better return the gesture. The hand that was not gripping yours, came up to rest the tips of his fingers under your chin.

Slowly you pulled back, your eyes opening so you could look at him. He was smiling. He was smiling at you so tenderly that you were sure your heart wouldn't be able to recover from the beauty of it.

Of him.

And his eyes. You actually had to look away because of how intense they were, as if he could see to the very inner most corner of your heart.

The fingers on your chin pressed lightly against your skin, coaxing you to turn your head back.

Edmund couldn't help it. He couldn't help himself and not look at you. He had to look at you.

You with your kind smile and gorgeous eyes. The way your hair would dance in the breeze and your whole face would light up when you talked about something you were passionate about.

Finally, after a few moments of simply looking at one another, he spoke. "You know there have been rumors going around. Rumors saying that I'm courting you."

You pursed your lips to suppress a smile. "I've heard about them, and I don't understand how people would think that." Even as you said it, you couldn't help but smile, knowing exactly why people would think that. He grinned as well, knowing exactly what you were thinking.

"Well how about, we add wood to that fire and play a little game by giving them a little hint every now and then?" He asked, his eyes alight with that spark he got whenever he was thinking of some clever plan that would outwit anyone involved.

Luckily for Edmund, you shared his love of deception and pranks, so you smiled. "I think I would enjoy that."

He laughed softly, before leaning down to press his lips to yours in a brief kiss.

"Though I want you to know, that whatever hint or gesture I may show you, they come from my heart and hold true." He whispered against your lips, prompting you to nod.

"As will mine."

Suffice to say, the next morning, when Edmund kissed you in the open courtyard where a lot of creatures had gathered to clean up after the Ball the night before, the entire castle buzzed with gossip and speculation.

Though one thing was for sure.

In Mrs Beaver's words, the both of you were truly meant to be.

[luveline]

Maybe a baby blurb featuring miguel x spidergirl reader? Just miguel being all lovey dovey nd soft y'know.

thank u for ur request! fem!reader

You're dozing. He could speak to you and rouse you if he liked, but Miguel wants you to sleep, and sleep well. He puts his tablet frame on the nightstand and eases down into the pillows, careful where he's holding you not to jostle your head. 

"Miguel?" you mumble. 

He shushes you gently. 

"Miguel," you say again, hand curling over his stomach searchingly. You blink with heavy lashes, your eyes bleary. "Did I fall asleep?" 

"Barely." He reciprocates your embrace, laying an arm coiled with hard muscle over your softer hip.

"It's 'cus you're so quiet." 

You rub your nose into his chest. It isn't solely Miguel that's quiet. Your bedroom is silent —and Miguel has given up on calling it his, your things, your clothes, your bracelets, you, bursting from every corner— beside the thrumming of the standing fan at the end of the bed. He can hear the sound your fingertips make brushing over his shirt, the microfibers crushed by whatever shapes you choose to draw. 

"Are you okay?" you ask. 

Miguel loves you. "Fine. You're tired, cariño. No luches contra eso." 

"What does that mean?" you whisper, the hooks of fatigue beginning to pull you under once again. 

"It means 'don't fight it'. Sleep." He presses his lips to your temple. The kiss he gives you is precious, as though you're a girl of sugar paper, easily hurt. He knows you're made of harder stuff, but a certain serenity comes from treating you with care. 

He closes his eyes, leaning every closer, the tip of his nose smushed to your skin. 

"Not fighting. Just want to fall asleep at the same time," you say. 

"Yeah? Why's that?"

You struggle to answer, the sensation of his hand petting your shoulder and his warm body by yours a lulling you're too tired to fight. "You… stay up late, if I'm not…" You drift off. 

Miguel understands what you're trying to say. It's the truth. If you fall asleep first, he pulls a tablet into his hand to keep working. Eventually he sleeps, usually when the light of day that migrates in from between the blinds annoys him too much to stay awake, or your arms become too inviting. 

Tonight, they're impossible to ignore. 

Miguel uses some unnatural strength to pull you close and as on top of him as you can be. Your leg slips between his, your face into the sharp incline of his trap muscle that climbs from shoulder to neck. He turns your face in his loving hand. He can count your lashes three times over before he sleeps most nights, even in the dark. 

Your arms tighten around him with sudden unexpected life. "Please sleep," you mumble. 

He laughs softly into your temple. Miguel should make many, many promises to you. He should, and he can't, but he can give you this if it's what you want. 

"I'll sleep." He closes his eyes, savouring your weight atop his chest. "Goodnight, baby." 

[gatitties]

Can you do a strawhats with a hyper feminine crewmate and take ur time i love ir writings

─Strawhats x reader

─Summary: You stand out for your features and actions, being hyperfeminine.

─Warnings: none

─ You are the envy of every person who wants to look feminine and you are not even trying.

─ Nami adores you, she asks you about your skin routine and about all the care you do to have your skin so soft, your hair so silky… she needs to know your secret to looking so attractive!

─ Honestly, the most likely thing is that Nami, Robin and Sanji are the only ones who notice your very feminine features and charms, the rest of the crew does not usually pay so much attention to how a person looks or at least they do not give it as much importance.

─ Brook may occasionally ask you something about how to keep your hair as beautiful, fluffy, straight, braided… it doesn't matter how you style it, how you have it, even if it's wigs you wear, they need certain maintenance to make you look beautiful.

─ Perhaps Chopper and Usopp pay more attention to your melodious voice that also stands out instead of the physicality, being a caress to their ears, your tone makes them calm down a little when they are being threatened.

─ Zoro doesn't usually notice people to that level, however, your fighting style is completely something he will notice, although your combat technique can be improved, the movements are done with such grace and elegance that he can stay for hours staring at you.

─ Luffy sometimes compares you to a doll, your skin seems to have no imperfections, at least not to him, you wear pretty clothes that highlight your figure, although that doesn't interest him too much, Luffy just needs you to smell good, and he loves that shampoo you use!

─ Don't let him find it, he will try to eat it.

─ Jinbe thinks that it's admirable to survive having so much elegance with a crew like this, the easiest comparison is at luch time, on one side his captain eating with his hands (if he could he would eat with his feet too) like an animal and on the other hand on the other side you, gently chewing your food cut into small pieces.

─ Franky is fascinated by your figure, without a doubt he is not a stylist, but if he can he will go shopping with you just because he enjoys seeing how the different outfits look on you, although in his eyes everything will look good on you no matter what.

─ They don't really give it that much importance, but each one appreciates every little aspect of your feminine traits in their own way,but no matter how you look or act, if you are part of the crew they will always adore you.

[sopiao]

hey!! i love your writing so so much oh my god. your account is just perfect– if it's not too luch to ask (and forgive me if this is a little long) can i request headcanons with taskforce 141 + masc reader???

reader's kind of distant from the rest of the task force. they all get along with him just fine, does what he's asked to do on missions and all that, but he just feels kind of... absent. nobody really gets what his deal is, but they've gotten used to him. (BONUS POINTS IF HE ALSO WEARS A MADK HE DOESNT TAKE OFF THAT OFTEN... i wanna be cool too </3)

one day he wakes them up, and (to their surprise) tells them that he had a nightmare. this is the softest his voice has ever been and the most he's ever opened up– just. fluff and comfort lolz :p

FIRST TIME WITH FLUFF OR COMFORT!!!

i’ve always had a hard time writing this kind of stuff but i’m cleaning out my inbox so.. ^^

SORRRYYY IT TOOK ME FOREVER TO GET TO THIS >3<

it sorta implies angst?? like the nightmare is something serious of an issue?? idk

(Callsign will be Anon to make it easier for me ☹️)

Anon has always been distant, keeping some space and never really contributing to any of the conversations x But they still treasure him just as much as each other. They understand that some people just have a hard time with stuff like that or just don’t wanna get into it in general.

Soap and Ghost always makes constant visual checks to see if he’s still part of the group, since he’s always quite as a mouse it’s hard to keep track of him. Price would make sure to save a seat for him whenever he’s a little late. And Gaz would always check up on you from time to time.

They make sure you felt part of the team. Just because Anon doesn’t really have a deep connection with any of them doesn’t make him any less one of them.

—

In the middle of a mission they all had to sleep in a safe house for the night. A rather small one since they had to share a room together. Sleeping bags all lined up across the room. One soldier found it hard to get at least a wink of sleep. Price’s and Soap’s loud and grumbling snoring didn’t really disturb them since it was practically white noise to him now.

After half an hour Anon finally found the ability to be carried into rest. It was peaceful for a while. Until he woke up violently, body twitched when he woke up from how intense it was. He found that it was hard to keep his breathing under control and try to focus on one thing. Physically and emotionally.

He put this off as a last resort and tried everything to calm himself down. But when all else failed he turned to Ghost beside him. Reaching for his mask and hastily pulling his mask over his head, hesitating before bringing his hand up to shake Ghost awake, he’s a light sleeper anyway.

“What? What happened?” After a second to comprehend what was happening he sat up and looked around, thinking something happened, like someone broke in or someone found them. But once he saw his comrade’s, somewhat, relaxed but worried eyes and stopped.

Sitting up fully and comfortably, he asked if everything was alright. Judging by his lack of response Ghost nodded, immediately understanding and not making a big deal out of it since this is way out of his comfort zone.

“Go on.” He nodded his head, sitting next to him and relaxing against the wall, still half asleep but still willing, very willing, to listen and comfort if needed. Ghost listened intently as Anon began to explain and mumble out what happened in his sleep.

“Uhm.. Fuck— Now that I’m thinking about this, it sounds stupid—” Looking down and fiddling with the edge of his sleeping bag Anon’s interrupted by Ghost.

“Just tell me. You’ve already got me up” He’s probably not the best one for comfort, but he knows he’s trying, not the best with his words, but he’s willing to listen.

It stuns him for a second with his bluntness, but chuckles lightly, knowing that he really does wanna listen. He starts to explain, second guessing himself every couple sentences, but slowly he gets more comfortable with sharing.

Halfway through Soap starts to stir and move in his sleep, making both stop and just stare. Turning around to see both sleeping bags empty, Soap immediately sits up and searches for them, only to see them off the side, sitting together.

“Oh.. shit..” He calms himself down, both Ghost and Anon look at each other before looking back at Soap. He slowly sits up and crawls over to where they are, next to Anon so he’s between Ghost and Soap.

“What’re you two doin’ up?” Somehow his accent is deeper when he’s half-awake. Slouching back against the wall, almost leaning on Anon’s shoulder.

“I couldn’t sleep after.. a.. uhhh… nightmare” Anon was hesitant to explain, wondering if waking up his friends were really worth it, hoping that they wouldn’t make fun of him. Soap just hums in response.

“Nightmare? Al’right. Continue” To Anon’s surprise, Soap wants in too. He looks back to Ghost who just shrugs and nods, silently telling you that it’s up to him whether he wants to share or not.

Before Anon can even start again, both Price and Gaz wake up, both confused as fuck, but following along, dragging their sleeping bags over to him. They were all now wide awake, Price laying back in his sleeping bag, arms crossed, half-awake but still lucid enough to understand stuff coherently.

Anon started to explain again, relaxed to see how supportive his teammates are with how little they really know about him. Once he got to a certain part of the nightmare, the part that really made it a nightmare, his lungs felt tight once again.

Suddenly his mask felt so thick and concrete, he had to lift it up to his nose to breathe. Blubbering out apologies between breathes as they tried not to stare too much.

“Nah, nah. You’re fine” Ghost reassured him through his mutters, rubbing his back to try and soothe him. It didn’t, but it was something. Something that they were there to listen.

“Don’t force yourself if you don’t wanna tell” Gaz nodded, not wanting to force Anon to go too much out of his comfort zone, in the chance that he changed his mind and wasn’t okay with sharing this kind of stuff.

“I’m fine.. fine” Anon nodded his head, realizing how much of his face he exposed and tried to cover it up with his hands so he can still breath. But for those couple seconds that his lower half of his face was open. A large, old, scar decorated his lips, diagonally going from the top right to bottom left, almost reaching his chin.

With something so unexpected being exposed, the fact that Anon even reached out, it made them all alert to watch out for his emotions and how he’s feeling. But what was most surprising for them, was how he talked. It was usually so stern and short, always getting straight to the point. Almost robot like. But now, it’s softer, more warm but sorta confused, he fumbled in his words a little but it was just so different than how he is out on the base.

An hour has passed, but now that all of that is out of Anon’s head, and everything, almost everything, was off his chest, the sleepiness started to catch up to him. In the midst of Ghost explaining how he was feeling and the possible reason for it, Anon was already asleep, snoring softly as he struggled to keep up.

They knew that this was something you’d never do. So it was a sort of shock for him to break his blocked off demeanor. But it made them feel good that Anon even considered venting. Even if it was something small like a complaint or something annoying, they wanted him ti let it out.

(this has been in my drafts for forever T-T)

[pochipop]

＃OVERWATCH !! ♡ — LION TAMING (MOIRA X READER).

#. synopsis! — here you are again. there she is. but at what cost? and just who has she become while she's been so far away? and worse yet, what happens if it just doesn't seem to matter?

#. characters! — moira .

#. warnings! — angst, explicit and substantial age gap, mentions of bodily wounds + war .

#. word count! — 4.4k .

#. others! — navigation & masterlist .

#. alt accounts! — @ddollipop (nsfw), @hhoneypop (moodboards) .

It’s been a long time since you last saw Moira, —before the fall of Overwatch, before the world divulged into more madness than anyone knew what to do with. It’s been years since you were taken off duty, but not a day has gone by that you haven’t felt like a soldier. Wherever you go, the memories linger, and they tie you down like cinder blocks always trapped around your feet. You’ve tried therapy and medications, yoga and meditation; even flew out to some tropical island unmarred by the vestiges of war for a while, only to find that it wasn’t a matter of where you were or what you were surrounding yourself with.

No, in the bitter end, the truth was that it was you.

You and your mountain of feelings that no psychologist could shave down, because you didn’t know where to begin. You and the itch that lingered during times of peace, because you yearned for conflict, even if you’d spent too much of your life now trying to snuff it out. You and your incessant inability to thrive without feeling like a time bomb.

Now, the scientist you first met when you were both younger and a bit less wise, stands before you. . . Or, above you anyway, leering down at your form, taking your face in as if she’s trying to recall where she knows you from. She’s as intimidating as ever, those sharp, dual-colored eyes and that scarily pointed stare directed right at you. Once upon a time, it felt nice to be the center of her attention. You were fresh faced and newly twenty one, and she was a few years over forty, though she didn’t look it. You stood with your back painfully straight, posture perfect, eyes directly ahead, and she’d seen right through all the training and the uniform you wore with such a stupid amount of pride.

Her tone is much the same as it was back then as she leans down now, crouching at your side.

“Long time no see, luch beag.”

You can’t help but scowl at the nickname. You never protested it before, content to be her precious, foolish little mouse when the barracks got too full for your liking and you’d shack up with her in the Overwatch laboratories. She’d go on and on about new discoveries and shimmering breakthroughs, —and you’d sit there on the edge of her desk, just listening and nodding along. Your skills were in reconnaissance, mostly, though you had an okay eye for sniping if it came down to the wire, and your close combat was acceptable in spite of its mediocrity. A few times, you’d even done espionage missions with varying degrees of success. All of that to say: Moira’s work was above your pay grade.

Still, you never minded giving her an audience. She was good at putting on a show, so endlessly enthusiastic about her work and all the ways she was bending the world around her. You wish she’d have been even half as enthusiastic about the way she wore you down.

“Talon?” You question, venom in your tone. “Really?”

You’re disappointed, but can’t say you’re surprised. Moira always had an uncanny ability to move through the world like it was hers to mold and snap and kiss just right under dim computer lights—

“Spare me the lecture,” she answers bluntly. “You’re hardly in any position to be passing judgement.”

Her eyes trail from your face to the wound you’re clutching on your abdomen. When the first of many explosions had gone off, you’d been separated from the rest of your group. It was some stupid vigilante sector working to take back control of Oasis. A pointless pipedream, and you knew it, but you needed the rush, needed to be out on the field again, working, doing something. Discharge had left you stir crazy, and you were done trying to find yourself in tattered self-help books that insisted drinking more water and spending more time with the friends you didn’t have would make you happy enough to leave this life behind you.

That was the problem, really. . . You didn’t want to leave it behind. You liked the adrenaline and the thrill of knowing your life was on the line, and even now, with some big chunk of metal embedded in your stomach, you enjoyed this. In some strange, twisted way, this was where you felt at home.

“You never did know when to quit,” she tells you, a smirk pulling at the edge of her lips.

“Oh, and you do?” You retort.

Her smirk fades, and you almost wish you hadn’t said that.

“I at the very least have a sense of self-preservation,” she answers plainly. “Something you still seem to lack. Severely.”

“Whatever, Moira,” you mutter, letting your tired head drop back onto the rubble behind you.

“Very mature,” she says, sarcasm dripping from her tongue.

Even now, a part of you wants to lick it off.

“On a scale of one to ten, how much pain are you in?”

You huff a little, staring up at the late evening sky. Stars have timidly begun to emerge from behind whisping clouds, and you’re reminded that this little unit you traveled here with couldn’t have cared less about you. They held no loyalty to you. You were expendable. . . And worst of all, you don’t even have the energy to be upset about it.

“Like a six,” you shrug.

You’ve definitely been through worse.

She raises a brow, reaching out to gently pull your hand away. The jostling, slight as it may be, makes you wince.

“Okay, Jesus, maybe a seven,” you correct, taking a sharp breath in.

The air is chilly against your skin, and especially so against the jagged gash in your clothing that gives way to the explosion’s cruel momento lodged in your skin. Moira’s nimble fingers gently explore the area, making use of whatever shreds of daylight are left. A sizable piece of metal is embedded in your stomach, roughly an inch above your belly button. The wound is angry and inflamed with dry blood crusting around the edges. She doesn’t ask how long you’ve been stuck here, and you’re trying not to think about it.

Moira sighs in both frustration and what you can only assume is concern. Maybe it’s all frustration and you’re just holding onto the past, —but either way, she looks toward your face again to speak.

“It’s obviously not fatal, but I can’t imagine it feels very nice,” she states.

“No, it feels like there’s metal in my stomach,” you answer sarcastically.

“Lovely to see your sense of humor hasn’t gotten any better since we last spoke,” she comments.

“Oh, so sorry,” you roll your eyes, “it’s just that if I laugh, I think this fucking thing might puncture one of my kidneys.”

“Small intestine would be more likely.”

You have to bite your lip to stop yourself from giggling, and once again you’d really like to think there’s something just short of fondness flashing in her eyes.

She moves with clinical precision, checking you over, trying to do as little damage as possible in the process.

“You always did have a knack for finding trouble,” she comments, tone a curious blend of amusement and camaraderie.

For a minute, it’s almost too easy to pretend like you’re still that young recruit seeking shelter from your training and the gossip of the barracks in her lab, or the corporal who snuck away to lie in her bed at night. Those were really the glory days, —when your life was always in the balance, hanging by a thread, waiting to be snapped by either an enemy bullet or a quick slice from one of Moira’s long, pointed nails.

“Trouble has a way of finding me,” you muse, offering a half-hearted shrug that sends a twinge of pain bursting through your abdomen.

You grimace, then find your voice again.

“I’m just trying to keep it entertained.”

She laughs, low and from the chest, shaking her head.

“You’ve certainly excelled at that,” she remarks.

There’s a brief silence as she continues to check you over, assessing the damage. As she so gracefully pointed out just a bit ago, it’s not fatal. It’s not deep enough to leave you bleeding out, —but it damn sure doesn’t feel nice. Aside from that, you’re no doctor, but you’re pretty certain a wound like this open in a war-torn city is just a recipe for utter disaster, especially given its placement.

“So then,” she muses, “how’d you get yourself in this position?”

“Take a wild guess,” you reply, gesturing to the blown up buildings and roadways around you.

“That much is obvious,” she answers. “I’m asking why you’re even here in the first place. You must know how dangerous this area is. I’d like to think you’re not naive enough to have been working with that ragtag bunch of so-called rebels.” 

You frown. It’s hard not to when you know she’s right. You’re better than this, —better than putting your neck (and apparently your abdomen) on the line for people who would leave you behind without a second thought. Nobody came back for you. Either they all failed and were blown to pieces in record time, or they’d gone on without you and couldn’t have cared less about the person they left sifting through the wreckage to survive.

“We all make choices,” you mumble bitterly.

“Clearly. I just never pegged you as someone who’d make such a stupid one.”

You don’t answer.

“Did you really miss all of this so horribly? Enough to come out here, underprepared with a pack of morons who don’t have two braincells to rub together between them?” She questions.

“I needed something,” you snap a little. “I was losing my mind. Call me what you like, but I’d rather be here with this shit stuffed in my gut than be back home doing nothing. It doesn’t even matter what I’m fighting for anymore, just as long as it scratches the itch. I thought the chaos might give me some goddamn purpose, and I feel like you of all people should be able to understand that.”

She looks unimpressed by the reply.

“And now?” She presses. “Found your purpose, or just more chaos?”

You purse your lips into a tight line for a moment.

“Definitely more chaos, and not even the good kind,” you admit. “At this point, I’m less of a person and more of a walking disaster. Just a casualty of my own recklessness.”

Moira seems almost sympathetic as she regards you now, for whatever that’s worth coming from her.

“You’re not the first to fall for the high of it hook, line, and sinker, and you won’t be the last,” she says. “War has a dastardly way of distorting motivations. You’ve turned your personal desires into misguided ideals. But. . .” she pauses, offering you the slightest hint of a smile, “you’re still alive and breathing. That has to count for something.”

“Can’t say it feels like much right now,” you answer honestly. “Just look at me. A heartbeat away from strung out, left for dead by the same people I knew along would turn and run with their tails between their legs from the start. Some accomplishment.”

“Yes, well. . . I’m not sure I’m the right person to be offering you any comfort,” she stands to her full height again.

“I get it,” you reply. “You’re disappointed in the person I turned out to be. That makes two of us.”

Moira shakes her head.

“Let’s get you up.”

“Huh?” You utter, dumbfounded by the mere insinuation. “Up? Do I really look like I’m in any condition to be going anywhere?”

“Well I can’t very well kneel here and pull that thing out with my bare hands and no medical equipment, can I?” Moira questions in return.

“You could.”

“It would be foolish,” she states plainly. “In any case, will you be taking your chances here on your own, like this, or would you rather give yourself a fighting chance and come with me?”

“To where?”

“My laboratory,” she replies.

You’d have laughed if you’d been certain it wouldn’t drive that piece of metal into your small intestine.

“Talon gave you a laboratory?” You question. “And just what have you been up to for you to have worked your way into their good graces like that?”

“Nothing that proves to be of any concern to you,” she answers coldly.

Well then.

That’s certainly a far cry from the woman who used to enthusiastically usher you into her little realm in the late hours of the night to have you perch on the corner of her desk and listen as she rattled on and on about anything. It’s a far cry from the Moira who used to sneak her hands beneath your shirts just to feel the warmth of your skin beneath her palms.

“Are you coming with me, or would you prefer I leave you alone to lament in the rubble?”

The choice was easy. She helped you to your feet, let you lean on her slender (but surprisingly sturdy) shoulder, and by the skin of your teeth, you managed to make it back with her before that so-called seven rose to a ten. At the very least she had the decency to try and numb the area before carefully pulling the shrapnel from your gut and cleaning the unpleasant wound it left behind. You knew that look she wore on her pretty face and kept your mouth shut as she worked.

This new lab of hers is sterile, —a stark bit of contrast to the chaos outside. It’s hidden underground, but it was easy to forget that once you stepped inside with all the sharp, fluorescent lights that shone in the halls. The tech and machinery is wildly different to the type Overwatch had provided her with. You couldn’t be sure, but you were definitely willing to bet it was something close to state of the art. The air smells heavily of antiseptic now as she sits you up slowly, pausing when you wince as pain shoots through your abdomen.

Looking up at her now, there’s a clinical detachment that wasn’t there before, and you can’t say you like it.

Lost in the motions, she doesn’t seem to notice the way you stare, and you’re thankful for it. Her hands move with practiced precision, but you can’t shake the memories that have wriggled back up to swallow you whole, feasting like maggots on whatever rot she’s claimed inside you. You’re both different now, but this proximity, this touch, —her eyes raking over your skin. . . It all feels strangely familiar.

For the briefest of moments her eyes met yours, and you could almost swear you caught a glimpse of something beyond the stiff exterior she was presenting you with. Whether it was regret or desire, well, that was still up in the air. As quickly as it was there, it was gone, replaced by the mask of composure she chose to don like armor, even in your presence.

“Try not to move too much,” she murmurs, those nimble fingers adorned by prettily painted nails tracing the edges of your jagged injury as she wound bandages around your waist.

The contact was cold and dispassionate, but you couldn’t shake the lingering sense of intimacy that persisted, dancing between what was and what could have been. Maybe if she’d stayed a little longer after Overwatch fell, things wouldn’t have ended up like this. Maybe if you’d been less destroyed by the disbandment, had perked up earlier, —things would have been different. But here you are, Moira nursing you back to health again. . . And it feels nice. As nice as it can be to have a woman you loved once (and quite possibly still do, albeit differently now) taking metal from your gash and patching you up in the wake of it.

There was tension now between yourself and her that just didn’t feel quite right. You felt the weight of all the loose ends you never thought you’d have the opportunity to tie up, and it made the silence all the more palpable.

“Do you ever miss it?” You inquire, though you’re not sure if it was spurred more by curiosity or by the desire to put a cap on the quiet. “The time before Overwatch fell.”

She pauses, in the midst of winding some unused bandage wrap back around itself to store it away.

“You know my opinion on that organization quite well,” she answers markedly.

She’s right. You do. Overwatch had provided you with an outlet, had awoken something difficult to manage inside you, —but something they fed so deliciously everytime they sent you out into the field. For Moira, though, she felt they stunted scientific progress and refused to let her ideas thrive, skimping on resources for the research and experimentation teams. It wouldn’t be a stretch to say she loathed Overwatch, and you always knew she wasn’t sad to see it go.

“So no,” she adds. “I can’t say that I do.”

It’s probably not as personal as you’re taking it, but hearing her say that really throws a wrench in the whole ‘I think I’m still in love with you’ thing you’ve got going on.

“Still,” you say, voice cautiously casual, “do you ever think about it?”

In the time it took you to find the nerve to speak again, she’d finished wrapping the bandage and had begun reaching for the kit she claimed it from.

“Nostalgia is a luxury we can seldom afford in times like this,” she comments. “And I prefer my conversations more to the point. Just what is it you’re trying so hard to ask without asking?”

Her response leaves a bitter taste in your mouth. The time before was far from perfect, but it was such a delicate mix of pain and pleasure. Now, it just feels far too much like Moira is determined to bury both beneath the rubble of the present.

“Just. . .” you hesitate, feeling the words die in your throat the minute she meets your eyes.

You swallow their corpses like bile and try again.

“What we had. . . Did it mean anything to you?”

Oh, joy. Now you’re fairly certain that you’re just coming across like some lovesick little girl who never got over her first crush. It’s embarrassing enough to make your insides churn a little, although thankfully only in a metaphorical sense, because you’re pretty sure that would have hurt fairly badly on its own, and that pain would only be amplified by the wound on your stomach.

“What we had?” She echoes, one of her thin brows arching.

A part of you is almost expecting her to laugh at you, but she doesn’t.

“It served its purpose,” she shrugs, tone even.

“And that’s all?” You press, even though sirens are going off in your brain, begging you to reel the conversation back in or try to steer it in another direction entirely.

There just has to be something more beneath the surface.

“We both got what we needed, did we not?” Moira questions. “You got to rest your weary head on a warm body, and I had someone to speak with, —even someone to take some frustration out on. Nothing more, nothing less.”

What she said was true, but it still made your chest ache to hear it out loud.

“And now?”

“Now what?” She inquires.

“What’s our relationship now?”

Moira pauses, her gaze lingering on your face as if she’s weighing her options in real time. The sterile air of the lab seems to thicken with your anticipation, and you brace yourself for her reply. 

“Now?” She muses, tone cool and detached. “We’re. . . Acquaintances, of a sort.”

“And that’s all?”

“That’s all.”

Acquaintances. It’s a word that feels more distant than the war-torn landscape outside, and it shreds your stupid little heart like it's been raked over a cheese grater. It fucking stings. A woman you used to run to seeking solace and what always felt like protection is now something less than even a friend. You’ve been reduced to some kind of footnote in her life story.

At this point, all your pride has gone out the window. Or, it would have done so if this place had any, but being underground, that wasn’t exactly a reasonable ask. Instead, it’s wilting in front of you like a discarded rose, shriveling up all the more when you decide to open your mouth again.

“Do you ever think about it? About me?”

Moira stills for a moment, as if the question caught her off guard.

“What’s there to think about?” She answered your question with one of her own.

“Us. What we had. How it felt.”

Silence lingers, stretching into uncomfortable territory before she finally fixes her tongue to say: “I try not to dwell on the past.”

She’s diplomatic, even in her evasivness.

“Dwell on me then,” you dare. “I’m here now, aren’t I? That’s hardly what I’d consider a thing of the past.” 

She busies her hands with something on a table nearby.

“I try not to dwell on any one thing for too long,” she revises. “Lots of things require my attention. Stagnancy is hardly a luxury I can afford.”

You can’t help it that her vague replies make you well up in frustration,

“You can’t just pretend like it didn’t happen.”

“I could,” she states, letting her gaze rise to snag yours. “But I didn’t. I told you; what happened between us served its purpose. Now, it’s time to adapt and move forward.”

“Adapt and forget?” You challenge.

“Adapt and survive,” she corrects.

“Neither of us are exactly the type to just want to survive and leave it at that,” you remind her. 

Moira drops the tool in her hand and looks at you pointedly. You flinch at the noise it makes as it clangs against the table.

“What exactly are you fishing for?” She questions, frustration seeping into her tone. “Some kind of senseless confirmation that you were more than just something familiar?”

“I don’t know. Maybe something like that,” you admit, and immediately a part of you wishes you hadn’t, and yet you continue. “Maybe I just wanna know that it meant something to you beyond serving a purpose.”

“You want to hear me say that I loved you.”

Your blood sort of runs cold, but you don’t bother to deny it. That is what you’ve been clawing for this whole conversation, —you just hadn’t expected her to put it so bluntly, even if that’s just within her nature. Still, there’s a vulnerability on her face that you hadn’t quite expected.

“Love. . . Love is a complicated word. It carries weight, and expectations, and a host of things we never explored. What we had was different. But in saying it’s different, I don’t diminish the significance. It’s a differentiation, but not one I feel matters more than the facts at hand. It was mutually beneficial, and I have a great deal of fondness for you as a result.”

“A deal great enough to think of me as an acquaintance,” you say.

“At the moment,” she states. “But in the past, which I’m still not keen to be dwelling on, —we were something more. I don’t let mere acquaintances sleep in my bed.”

“In the past,” you echo, seeming almost disenchanted by it all now.

“Things change,” she tells you. “You and I know that better than most. Circumstances evolve. I’m not negating or denying what we shared, —I’m telling you that the present demands a different perspective.”

That’s a hard pill to swallow, to say the least of it.

“So what now then?” You ask. “You stay here in this lab alone, and I go back out there? Maybe we cross paths every once in a blue moon, and we stay acquaintances forever?”

“If that’s what you need to give yourself some closure on the matter, then I suppose so,” Moira replies.

“I don’t need closure,” you tell her. “I don’t want it. What I want is. . .”

You pause. What exactly do you want? Something close to what you shared with her those few years ago? Something more, something less? Maybe it’s just that you miss the way she’d kiss you, because nobody has done it since then. Maybe you’re just touch starved and feening for the only woman who ever knew how to push all your buttons in all the right ways.

You swallow, steeling yourself to finish.

“What I want is you.”

Moira’s lips twitch into a small smile.

“You always were stubborn,” she notes.

“Only when it matters,” you reply, not bothering to bite back a grin.

“And you think it matters now?” She asks.

“I think it matters now more than ever,” you answer, tone earnest. “I miss what we had, Moira. I miss you.”

She studies you for a moment, as if she’s weighing the sincerity of your words. Finally, she breaks the silence.

“You do realize that things won’t be the same, correct?” She questions. “I don’t know where you’ve been or who you’ve become in the time we’ve spent apart. Not that I’m unwilling to learn, —just to say that it won’t be exactly how it was. Not now, not for quite a while, and perhaps maybe never.”

“I know things won’t be the same,” you confirm. “But maybe that’s not such a bad thing. Maybe this can be something better.”

Moira can’t deny that the possibility intrigues her. She loves a good hypothesis, after all. Her analytical mind seems to weigh the pros and cons, calculating the risks involved and the potential for something grander than what it once was at its inception. Something more than a stifled set of hookups and entangled nights. A hint of a smile graces her lips.

“I’m willing to take the risk if you are,” she concedes. “But I make no promises about the end result.”

You remove yourself from the table, feet hitting the cold floor of the lab, emboldened by the diluted pain and the urge to be closer to her now more than ever. She nearly opens her mouth to advise you to sit back down, but doesn’t in the end.

“I don’t need promises,” you insist, reaching out to take her hand. “I just need a chance.”

She smiles honestly, and it’s like watching all her sharp edges soften. Her free hand cups your cheek, cold to the touch even as it warms your heart. Her thumb caresses your skin gingerly as she leans down slightly, speaking softly.

“Granted.”

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The push broom

Richard Muñoz x GNReader

Summary:-

Both you and Richard are invited to the wardens Halloween party, and you come up with a couples' costume idea nearly giving Richard a heart attack of the middle of it.

Pure Fluff, gender neutral, no mention of readers looks. I love Richard. I did some research and couldn't find the dogs name. Also looked into American prison library info and found that the staff call the inmates patrons as it gives a more relaxed atmosphere. Also, the libraries tend to be underfunded, and some library staff are happy to take book donations.

It's my first time writing for Richard and for Halloween, so I hope you enjoy.

Please feel free to comment and share

Word Count:- 4348

🎃 HAPPY HALLOWEEN 🎃

Sometimes, you didn’t see Richard on your break. Working in a prison in different departments and remaining professional despite being married wasn’t difficult to miss each other. But today in the staff canteen, Richard sat hunched over his lunch in deep concentration as the cheese in his sandwich fell onto the table.

Walking over to him and gently laying a hand on his shoulder, to which you felt the tension.

“I’m sure the table is enjoying your sandwich that your loving wife prepared for you” amusement filling your voice.

Richard looked up at you, his big brown eyes looking like a deer caught in the headlights. His sweet voice filled your ears as he took a few minutes to comprehend what was happening. But his face illuminated when he saw that it was you. You take a seat opposite him, smiling at him.

“Sorry my love” his cheeks flushing as he looked at his sandwich.

You smile lovingly at him he’s too nice for his own good. Sometimes, you think to yourself.

“It’s only a sandwich sweetheart, is everything OK?”

“yes of course, my love. It's just that....” Richard trailed off looking agitated.

Richard stands up all 5ft 9 of him stretching as he pulls a card out of his back pocket and hands it to you.

“We’ve been invited to a Halloween party” he grumbled

You read the invitation addressed to both you and Richard from Irene. Richard wasn’t keen on the idea of going. You can see it on his face, but I’d conflict as it’s from the warden.

“It’ll be fun sweetheart” as you take his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“We can do a couples costume sweetheart” giggling as you think of ideas for the both of you.

Richard mumbles something to himself about preferring to stay home with you and your dog. As much as you were introverted, you enjoyed Halloween and were looking forward to the party.

“trust me to marry an introverted extrovert” Richard laughs as he tidy’s his luch away

“I’m weird, but you love me anyway” you smiled up at him.

“for my sins I do” he looks around and sees no one’s watching and bends down, kissing the top of your head. “I love you”

You blush at his affectionate nature with you

“Elephant stew you too” You both laugh as Richard heads back on shift, and you finish your lunch heading back to the prison library to set up the patrons book club.

You’re sitting in the lounge with a cup of tea and working through a folder for work and a box of donated books a neighbour had handed you for the prison library patrons, when you hear Richards key in the door. Rosie looks up from next to you on the sofa, giving an annoyed bark as Richard walks in, mumbling in Spanish as his rucksack catches on the outside screen door.

“Hi love, you alright” he looks tired but has a soft smile on his lips “your dinners in the oven love” you stand stretching walking over and planting a tender kiss on his lips stroke his cheek as he nuzzles into your hand.

“I’m happier now I’m home with you, my love” he kisses you back a little more needy. Unbuttoning his shirt and gently rubbing his shoulders as he hums contentedly.

“Go get changed, and I’ll bring your dinner through love”

Nodding his head as he walks away to get changed, you bring his dinner out getting him cutlery and a drink setting it down for him and switch the tv channel as you make more tea familiar tune starts playing and you squeal in delight as an almost naked Richard runs back into the lounge panting panic evident on his face.

“My love is everything alright. Are you alright?” As he leans on the door frame, watching you carefully.

“I know our costume idea, my love” smiling excitedly at him, your eyes sparkling in delight.

“You nearly killed me for a costume idea” he frowns, then starts laughing. “What idea?”

“Bob and Linda Beltcher. You’ve already got Bob’s push broom” laughing as you walk over to him, taping his moustache.

Mumbling “it’s not a push broom” as he tries to look annoyed but fails miserably as you cuddle him tightly.

“You’re more handsome than Bob, my love” you purr, stroking his cheek.

Richard shakes his head, going back to the bedroom to finally get changed. Minutes later he returns in his pj’s sitting down next to you wrapping an arm around you and pulling you close to him as he proceeds to eat his dinner and you both watch Bob’s Burgers and then both laughing uncontrollably when Rosie starts snoring and kicking her back legs as she Dreams.

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Hello! Thank you so much for answering my other ask:) I do appreciate it, it was lovely! 🥰 I was wondering if you have done very many little fics for Cash? I finally saw all of Black Friday/The Kidnapping in full, TIG plays such a bad guy but.... he's so hot about it 😅 I know I've read some about Cash but I don't recall who's account I saw it on. If you could please, if you have the time, maybe write something sweet about Cash and his love? I feel he's conflicted in the movie, he wants to do good and be good but he's so far in it's too late to turn back. I'd like to see someone like a new neighbor come into his life and steer him away from the crime so that gorgeous face doesn't get locked up 🥹 thank you so luch for the content you post, it brings me life 🖤

Aww thank you so much 🥺 that's so sweet of you 💚 I have written Cash stories on my page before, if you wanted to check them out all you have to do is go to the search icon at the top of my profile and look up #Cash or #cash x Reader. My bestie @larabiatasstuff also writes for Cash and you can do the same thing to check out her content, she's a brilliant writer and I think you'll love her stories too. I can certainly try to do this Cash story for you, I hope you enjoy 💚

Moving to a neighbourhood was never easy, especially when it was just you. That's if you exclude your little puppy of course. You moved away from your parents as quick as you could as soon as you were an adult, let's just say it wasn't the best environment to grow up in, and you were glad to be out of there. You had lived in a flat for about 5 years once you left your parents, but you wanted to buy your own home and have a place to call your own instead of just renting. And after many long years of working all the jobs you could at once, and doing all the hours under the sun, you managed to finaly buy and own your own home. And that was exactly where you were going today, it was a wonderful moment to be in, driving with your last little box of things, including your puppy, on your way to your house. This house was in a cosy little culdesack, and it had a little park along the distance and one or two corner shops. After working all the jobs you could, you now had a comfortable job working in your house on the computer. You had your own office ready to go and you were so excited, plus it was easier to work from home when you had a puppy to care for too. You never wanted kids, and you were single. But you did say that once you were settled, you would happily have a dog and raise it from a puppy, and now you were.

You pull up outside and walk up to the front door with your puppy, unlocking the door, you felt this wave of relief and safety all throughout your body, just having your own home made the biggest diffrence in the world. Opening the door as your puppy ran inside to look at the new surroundings and smell anything he could, you take a step inside and take in a breath, knowing this was a great new start. It had been a few weeks since you moved in, and everything was going so well. You had installed a doggy door so your puppy could go out in the garden whenever he liked, and he was now completely trained which was just wonderful, he was a quick learner. One morning, you were sat in your office after grabbing some food shopping, and you had nearly finished an assignment for your boss at the office. You sipped your coffee and your puppy happily slept at your feet as you had just sent your now all finished work to your boss. That was all you had to do for the day, and as you leant back in your chair, you look outside to your garden, and wonder what you could do with it. However, it seemed your puppy must have heard something outside that caught his attention, and he ran out into the garden quicker than you thought he could run.

This wasn't like him, so you follow him out into the back garden to see what he was so interested in. You see your puppy trying to get into the garden next door, it appeared there was a broken part of the wooden fence, and he was looking worried, wining very much. "What is it?" You ask as you approach him, you look over the broken fence where he was trying to get in, and that's where you realise why he's trying to get over. There on the grass of the neighbor's garden, appeared to be a man, unconscious on the floor. "Oh my god!" You leapt over the fence and immediately went into first aider mode, checking what happened to him and weather he was ok, thankfully he was alright, but he was unconscious and by the looks of it, he was going to have a very nasty bruise on his head. He didn't respond to you when you tried to wake him, so you made sure he was in a safe position and waited for him wake up while the ambulance was on it's way. You called them as you grabbed an ice pack in your house and placed it gently on his head, but he still wouldn't wake up. He was an interesting looking man, you have never met him before and he wasn't your average guy. For starters, he looked extremely tall, well built yet slim too, and strangely, his hair was white. Not grey or silver, but white, and it actualy suited him. You wondered how he got hit on his head so badly?

But maybe he would be able to explain once he woke up. After 5 minutes, the ambulance crew turned up, asked you what happened and got your information, then took this man to the hospital to make sure he's safe. You watched in confusion as the ambulance drove down the street, that was something you weren't expecting to happen on a normal day, you hoped he would be alright, he was in the best place now. The hospital called you a few hours later to tell you he was awake and he was doing well, no sign of concussion or bad injuries, but he was being kept overnight. You were happy, and headed to bed and slept as usual, ready for your day of work the next day. Everything was normal after you finished your online work the next afternoon, so once you had finished, an idea poped into your l head. That man won't want to fix that fence after being in the hospital, you have some tools, why not give it a try yourself. You grabbed your little tool box and headed outside to the fence, closely followed by your little puppy keeping you company. It didn't seem to difficult, and you tried to put the wood back together and connect it, however, you may have bitten off more than you can chew. You were knelt down holding a tool when it slipped out of your hand into the other garden.

You tried to reached through to grab it, but it was just out of reach. When very surprisingly, a mans hand takes it and hands it to you. You look up, and see that it was the same man who you sent to the hospital, he was back, and he was ok. "This must be yours" "Oh! Hello" "Hi, are you ok there?" He asked as you stood up to talk to him properly. "Yeh yeh I'm fine, I was just trying to fix this fence" "That's very kind of you, but there's no need, I'll handle it" "Well I didn't want you to come home from the hospital and have to deal with this fence" ".....your her aren't you?" "Pardon?" "Your the neighbor the nurse told me about. She said my neighbour checked on me and called the ambulance. That's was you wasn't it?" "Yes, I'm your new neighbour. Oh I'm sorry, where are my manners. I'm Y/N, it's lovely to meet you" You hold out your hand and he happily shakes it. "Hi Y/N, my name's Cash" "Just Cash?" "Yeh, my full name is boring, I like to be called Cash" "That's fine with me. Are you feeling ok after coming home?" "Yeh I'm alright, just a little sore on my head that's all" "May I ask what happend?" "It's a long story" "Well, why don't I make us a coffee? It wild be nice to get to know my new neighbour" "That sounds nice"

You invited him over and made him a coffee, you both got on really well, he even made a cute little bond with your puppy. You told him how you found him that day, then he explained how he got into that position. Apparently he got into an alteration with his former work colleague Glen, he wanted to force him to do something and Cash didn't want too. So Glen hit him and left him in the garden, where you found him, and that's where the story ends and many more conversations occur between you and Cash. Many coffees were had between you both as a small coffee break turned into hours of non stop chatting and laughter, you both surprisingly got on like a house on fire. There was more similarities you shared with Cash that anyone you've met before, it was like two long lost friends finaly meeting for the first time. "So what's it like working as a police officer?" "It has its ups and downs, but it's a good job to keep you busy" "That's really nice" Your puppy starts pulling at your trouser leg and he has his lead in his mouth too. "Oh sorry Cash, it seems it's time for someones walk" "Ah that's ok, I'll leave you to get kn with your day. Thank you for the coffee, and of course, thank you for...this" He says pointing to his forhead with a very impressive bruise. "It's no problem Cash, anyone else would have done the same" "Not in this neighbourhood, you'd be suprised. I'll see you around"

He gave you a kind smile, headed back out to the garden and slipped back into his own through the fence, where he started fixing the part that was broken. You went about your day, walking your puppy, doing the dishes, washing clothes, the usual stuff. And you were quite happy sat down on the sofa during the evening, with your puppy asleep on your lap as you watch TV. And it just so happens, that Cash slipped into your mind, why was that? Was it because he was so nice and down to earth? Or was it that he was so sweet to you and your puppy?....his eyes were lovely though....they were a beautiful colour. Like a pale sapphire blue, so deep and so....illuminating....Snap out of it Y/N, yes he was a very attractive man, but he's your neighbour, and this is only the first day you've really met him. But...you had been talking for nearly 4 hours with no awkward silences or pauses, that wasn't something you'd expected from a stranger, well, not a stranger anymore. He told you all about his life and you did the same, you were almost friends at this point, but you brought yourself back into reality and decided to get to know him more before you called him a friend. And it turned out, you didn't need to try and make a bond, it was clear that it was wanted on both sides.

Over the next few weeks, you would bump into Cash as you either came back from the shops or were walking your puppy, and again, the conversation was always on point. You started hanging out on purpose sometimes too, with you inviting him over for dinner and him inviting you around for either the same or a film night. This even became a regular thing now, you'd chat and have a drink every couple of days, and on the weekend, you would have a film night, and cook dinner together. You even thought him how to cook at some points, he wasn't the best. But it was a really fun experience, especially when you were making fajitas one night and you were play fighting, resulting in him getting tomato sauce all over his shirt. You didnt mind, not even when he took his shirt off infront of you to grab another one....you can't say you didn't enjoy the view....Weeks turned into months, and you were now quite happy to say that Cash was your friend, and it was absolutely wonderful spending time with him.

One evening, Cash had come over your house to watch a film, and it was cold in your house. The heating company weren't able to put it on until tomorrow, and you had to wrap up in a blanket. "Your cold?" "Yes, arent you?" "Nah I'm fine" "Cash it's freezing in hear, how can you not be cold?" "I've always had a good tolerance for the cold, and I'm surprisingly warm a lot of the time. Hear, feel"

He takes your tiny hands in his, and it was like holding a radiator. "Ooooohh that's so nice. Your like a hot water bottle" He laughed at what you said, giving you a kind smile. "I'll tell you what, I'll keep you nice and warm for the rest of this film" He tapped the blanket in almost an asking way, and you accepted. You pull a corner away and he slipped under it too, giving you a cuddle and warming you up little by little, it was wonderful. "That's soooo much better, thanks Cash" "No worries, anything to help" The film continued and you felt lovely and warm in his arms.....and slightly more happier. His arms were so muscular and strong, you felt safe, and you couldn't deny it was extremely attractive. But one of the sweetest things was, during the film, he could feel your hands were still cold. So he gently took them into his and held them, making them feel warm too, my god this whole moment was amazing. Once the film ended, you reach over to turn off the TV, and once you do, you say "That was a great film Cash, and what did you think about that character.....Cash?" It was one of the sweetest things you had ever seen, Cash was fast asleep on your sofa, he looked so calm and relaxed. You thought this was so cute, and you didn't have the heart to wake him up, so instead, you slipped out of his arms and gently laid him down on your sofa, putting your blanket over him too. He looked massive on your sofa, but deep down you liked that about him, in more ways than one...But for now, he can sleep happily hear and you could head up to bed too, which you did, and withing mear minutes, you too were fast asleep.

When you came downstairs the next morning, he was still fast asleep on the sofa, but now it appeared he had company. Your puppy must have seen him this morning and slipped onto the sofa for snuggles, they were both so cute. You went and made two cups of coffee, and brought it into the living room to sit on the end of the sofa next to Cash. You put the cups down and gently rested your hand on his arm, moving him ever so slightly. "Cash?" You ask gently and quietly. "Cash, time to wake up" His sleepy voice was so deep and sexy, it almost hypnotized you. "Hmm? Time to what?" "Cash, it's morning" "Morning? How...wait, did I sleep hear last night?"

"Yeh, you fell alseep during the film. Hear, I've made you a coffee" He sits up and stretches out his arms, you could see a little of his muscle too when he did that, and that noise he made when he stretched, sublime. "Thank you" he said with a yawn. He took a sip of the coffee, and he smiled in suprise. "What's in this coffee?" "Oh, I added a little caramel coffee sweetener" "That's a really nice flavour, thank you" He offered to make breakfast as you were kind enough to let him stay the night, and you happily accepted. He was the king at breakfasts as you remember from previous mornings, it was a treat with him doing it in your home though.

After you both ate, you were sat on the sofa with your puppy, putting the world to rights, when Cash gets a call from his phone.

"Oh, I'm sorry Y/N it's Glen. I need to take this" "That's fine, you go ahead" He smiled and stood up to answer his phone, he walked into the hallway to talk with Glen, it sounded private, so you didn't listen. However, that's didn't mean that you couldn't hear the tone of his voice, and it sounded like he was worried, almost nervous. When he came back, that sweet smile was now replaced with a look of worry. "Cash? What's the matter?" "Nothing, it's...it's nothing" "Are you sure? You know you can talk to me if something is bothering you" "Y/N, I....no I'm sorry, I can't get into this right now. I'm sorry, I have to go" And within a few seconds, he was out of your house before you could say goodbye, what happend on that phone call that's spooked him like that? He didn't speak to you or come buy the house for about 3 days after that, you did text him and ask if he was ok, but there was no response, you were worried about him. One night as you were sleeping, you had a terrible dream, a dream about Cash. Your friends in the past always joked around that you could dream about a future events because that had happend many times with no explanation, and tonight felt like one of those dreams.

You were in this street you didn't recognise, just walking along, not knowing what was going on. When you hear a commotion in a parking area of someones garden, and you run over to see what's happening. It's there that you see Cash kneeling up from off the floor, with a woman and her child infront of him, and the woman was holding a gun.

He approached her, and she shot him! You screamed out his name, but for some reason your voice was completely silent. That's when you woke up in a frightful state, heart racing and sweat on your brow. Your little puppy was trying to comfort you, but that dream felt so real, was Cash ok? The next morning you weren't yourself, you felt really worried about Cash, and he still wasn't answering your texts, you hoped he was ok, and that you'd see him soon. You had just finished up your last email and sent it off, when you get a knock at the front door. You opened it and see Cash standing there in the door way, your body worked faster than your brain because before you could say anything, you hugged him, and he hugged you back just as tightly. "Cash where have you been? You haven't answered any of my texts, I was worried about you" "I know Y/N, I'm really sorry. Please can I come in? I need to talk to you about what's been going on"

"Of course, come on in" You both take a seat on the sofa in the living room, and Cash looks really on edge, you instinctively hold his hand, and he ever so slightly feels a little less tense.

"I didn't want to tell you about this before Y/N, but I need to come clean about this" "Cash what is it?" "....You know my former police partner Glen?" "Yes" "Well, the last day I was around hear, he called me, and....he tried to get me to do something. You see he's got this secret client I didn't know about, and he owes him a lot of money, money he doesn't have" "Ok, so what did he try to get it off you?" "No...much worse...he invited me over to discuss a plan that may be dangerous. That's why I had to leave so quickly, I had no idea what he was up to, and if I know Glen, it was going to be very bad" "So what happened?" "I arrived at his place, and he drove me to a remote and run down old house that was all boarded up, and he said this is where we're going to hold a deal. I asked him what deal? He said I needed to kidnap a little girl! And hold her hostage in this house in order to get money from her mother who is in charge of the national banking system" "Oh my god, what?!" "I know! I refused out right, but he threatened me. He said if I don't do this I'll loose my job and go to prison. I've stayed away from him and anyone else for days because I've been so worried about what will happen. I don't want to kidnap anyone! Let alone an innocent little girl! Y/N I don't know what to do, I don't want anything bad to happen"

"Hey hey it's ok, I can see that you don't want to do that, and you told him you wouldn't, you should be proud about that. But there is a child and mother out there who will potentially be in danger, we need to go to the chief of police about this" "But they might say that I'm responsible for this situation too for not coming clean about it right from the start" "Cash, Glen threatened you, and you still said no. And you didn't kidnap this girl, so it will be ok" "But he said if I don't do it, he will" "And that's why we need to contact the person in charge, ok? Trust me on this" He breathes out a big breath, almost like he didn't realise he had been holding it in, and you give his hand a gentle squeeze. "Your right, I know your right.....ok, should I call the chief?" "I think it's better to go in and see him, and bring with you any evidence of the truth with you too, your going to need it" You both drove to his police station, and had an emergency meeting with the chief of police, where he was very understanding and knew that Cash wasn't in trouble, having come forward and told the truth. "And where did you say Glen was going to take this little girl Cash?" "To this address sir" Cash said pointing to an area in a small map. "Alright, so what we'll do-" The chief is suddenly cut off by an officer barging in. "Chief! We have a report about a little girl who has been kidnapped, her mother is Rachel McKenzie, the child name is Hannah" "Chief, that's the girl! Glen's got her!"

"Alright everyone, let's get this girl back" Everyone including you drive to this area, you and Cash went in his personal car as the officers followed the directions to the address. Once they arrived, you and Cash got out with the officers and suddenly....this is where something struck you....this was the house from your dream....the house where Cash was shot! You grab Cash's hand and stopped him going any closer. "What's wromg" "Cash, I'm begging you, please don't go any closer. Please just stay hear with me" "Ok ok...I won't go any closer" He gives you a comforting hug, he can see how scared you are, and he stays with you by the police cars. The chief and the other officers demand Glen brings out Hannah, he very slowly does that, and Hannah runs towards the closest officer. "Your under arrest Glen" "I'm not going to prison!" He shouts right before he pulls out a gun, he tries to aim it at Cash, but he is shot down before he can even shoot a bullet. It scared the life out of you, not only because Glen just tried to shoot Cash, but because Glen died in the exact same position as Cash did in your dream. "Cash? Your relieved for the next few days, you did good coming to us and helping to save this girl. I'll see you back in work on Monday" "Thank you sir, come on Y/N, I'll take you home" Cash took you back to his car and drove you back to your house, holding your hand to help you feel safer after what had just happend.

Time went quite slow back at your house, Cash was kind enough to cook you dinner as you sat on the sofa, but you felt frozen. You saw someone die today, being shot right infront of you, and that's something you had no idea that would affect you so much. The worst part was, that it could have been Cash, and that kept running around and around in your mind. You were sat like a statue on the sofa, and Cash saw this, he didn't want you to suffer this on your own, it was a situation he brought you into, and the last thing he wanted was for you to be upset by this. Your swirling thoughts suddenly stopped when you felt Cash take your hand. "Y/N?" "Hmm? Did you say something?" "Y/N you were zoned out, you were sat like that for god knows how long. Are you ok?" "I....I don't know Cash.....everything that happend today, it....it was difficult to go through" "I understand, and I'm sorry you saw all of this, and Glen-oh god you saw Glen's death didn't you?" He thought you were looking away at the time, but now he realises why your like this, so he takes you into his arms for a cuddle, hoping it will help ease any pain or worry you were feeling. "Y/N I am so sorry you saw that, I didn't think you were watching" "It's fine Cash....it wasn't just Glen's death that's getting to me" Then what is it?" "The other night, I had this really bad dream...it involved you" "Do you want to talk about it?"

"Cash I dreamt about that exact house! And instead of Glen getting shot...it was you" "What? But how? You didn't even know about that place or the situation before I told you" "I know that, but I still dreamt it, and it was you getting shot by what seems like the mother of that little girl. Its almost like I didn't have a dream exactly, more like a-" "Like a vision of what could have happend if I'd had gone through with it" "Yes! It terrified me dreaming that Cash, I had been so worried about you for days when you didn't text me back...and I....god i just really missed you" "Oh god Y/N I'm so so sorry, really I am" He continued to give you warm and comforting cuddles as he helped you through everything you thought over those last few days, and you were just happy in the knowledge that Cash was safe, the little girl is back home with her mother, and Glen isn't going to manipulate Cash anymore. Cash was so sweet and kind to you the whole night, even offering to take your puppy for a walk so you didn't have too. You asked if he could stay with you tonight and he happily accepted, he didn't want you to be on your own either. You made up a spare room for him, and the night you both sat on the sofa, cuddled up again and watched a funny stand up show on Netflix together. It was about 9 o'clock now, and you were still in Cash's arms watching TV, when you could feel his hand move down and interlock his fingers in with yours.

He was so gentle and protective of you, and being in physical contact with him made your heart melt. The thought of loosing him today really put your true feelings into perspective, watching the TV, you suddenly feel Cash kiss the top of your head, it was so sweet. You repositioned yourself so you were now looking up at him, and you say "You missed" "What do you mean?" "I mean...you missed..." Your hand gently stroked along his cheek and jaw line, making his eyes flutter shut at the feel of you. He then looked right into your eyes as you pull his face closer, and press your lips against his. They were so soft, so warm, and he kissed you back with the same want and desire as you had craved all this time. His arms held you closer as your hand cupped his face, having an incredibly sensual makeout session, his kiss was addictive and absolutely incredible. You even run your fingers through his soft fluffy white hair during this, it made him smile against your lips and envy slip in some tounge, my god you were melting in his touch. The kiss broke after a about a minute or so, but you both still lingered, just hovering your lips against eachother, not wanting it to end. "Cash..." "Too long....I waited to long to kiss you" His thumb ran along your bottom lip, and he was about to kiss you again, when your puppy jumped up on you and Cash, getting right in between you. It made you and Cash laugh as your puppy just wanted to play with you both, it may have stoped the moment, but it was a cute way to do it. "It seems someone wants you all to themselves Y/N" "It definitely seems that way. Listen Cash, this kiss.... I've wanted it for a long time too" "You have?" "Yes, and I want to do this right, I'm not the kind of woman who must jumps into bed with-" "Oh I didn't think you were like that at all" "But I really want to see where this goes. I really care about you, and I want to do this right" "I feel the same way, in fact, I would like to take you out for a date. What do you say?" "I'd love to Cash" "I know we may have gone the opposite way from the date, usually the kiss happens after going out, not before" "Yeh your right, but that doesn't matter. So....if I give this little guy a treat to chew on..." "Yes...." "Maybe you could kiss me like you just did again?" "Oh Y/N, I'm going to kiss you like there's no tomorow....."

[sardonic-the-writer]

Hey hey hey

May i request some tf2 x reader headcannons please ?

The mercs and how they would react when they find out their s/o is very luch into taxidermy/osteology/vulture culture in genreal ?

Either male or gn reader

Thank youuuuu :3

my requests aren't open right now sorry

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Masterlist

Noctis Lucis Caelum: 

Noctis Romantic Headcanons

{Fluff} I Like Me Better When

Prompto Argentum: 

Prompto Romantic Headcanons

{Angsty fluff?} Lose My Head

Ignis Scientia: 

Ignis Romantic Headcanons

Gladiolus Amicitia: 

Gladiolus Romantic Headcanons

Nyx Ulric

Nyx Romantic Headcanons

Luche Lazarus

Luche Romantic Headcanons

Tredd Furia

Tredd Romantic Headcanons

Pelna Khara

Pelna Romantic Headcanons

Songfics Series:

{Fluff} Galaxies (Prompto Argentum)

{Angst} Home (Noctis Lucis Caelum)

{Fluff} Started With a Romance Novel (Gladiolus Amicitia)

{Fluff} Enchanting (Ignis Scientia)

{Fluff} Beauty (Nyx Ulric)

{Angst} Easier (Luche Lazarus)

{Angst} Bet (Titus Drautos)

{Angst} Layers (Tredd Furia)

{Angst} Not About Angels (Pelna Khara)

{Fluff} Meetings (Cor Leonis)

Random Headcanons Series:

Noctis Lucis Caelum

Prompto Argentum

Ignis Scientia

Gladiolus Amicitia

Nyx Ulric

Libertus Ostium

Crowe Altius

Pelna Khara

Luche Lazarus

Tredd Furia

Titus Drautos

Cor Leonis

Aesthetics:

Prompto Argentum

Noctis Lucis Caelum

Gladiolus Amicitia

Ignis Scientia

Crowe Altius

Tredd Furia

Nyx Ulric

Lunafreya Nox Flueret

Aranea Highwind

Cindy Aurum

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13 OF THE ANGST/FLUFF LIST WITH LUUUUCHE???!

“I won’t let anyone hurt you, you’re safe with me.”

It was supposed to be a fun night out with friends, but a few belligerent, drunken strangers managed to turn your plans entirely upside-down. You weren’t a fighter yourself, but keeping company with a group of Glaives had its advantages. The minute the fighting began Crowe and Tredd had leapt into action, but nobody had counted on guns being brought in. The moment he sees the silver flash of a gun Luche warps to your side, knocking you to the floor and pulling the table down as a makeshift shelter. When he sees the fear in your eyes he grasps your shoulders.

“Listen to me. I won’t let anyone hurt you. You’re safe with me.”

He leans out to check the situation outside, but a gunshot has him pulling back immediately as a bullet blasts a chunk off the table. He fires off an ice spell blind, smiling grimly as the man who’d shot at him yelps in pain somewhere further out. 

The fight is over not long after that–Tredd and Crowe overpower the troublemakers and arrest them, grumbling about having to work on their night off.

“I’ll catch up with you guys after–I’m gonna take Y/N home.” The smirk on Tredd’s face prompts Luche to punch him in the arm. “Shut the fuck up. She’s shaken up.”

Neither of you speak on the way out, or even in the cab to your place, but Luche never takes his arm from around your waist. He seems determined to keep you close, even within the relative safety of the cab. When you finally arrive at your door, he watches as you fumble for your keys in your purse. He breaks the silence then.

“I’m sorry,” he blurts. “That bar can be kinda dicey sometimes, but I never imagined you’d have to see something like that. I should never brought you there.”

“It’s fine…” You reach out to touch his arm, to reassure him, but he grabs your shoulders with shaking hands.

“No it isn’t! If I’d been even a second later, you…” He swallows thickly. “I couldn’t take it. You’re too important to me. I’d have lost it.”

The sincerity in his eyes touches you to your core. Perhaps you’re presuming, but the emotion of the moment is too much to resist, and you lean forward to kiss him. He’s clearly caught off-guard at first, but he responds quickly, his strong hands leaving your shoulders to grasp your waist and pull you in closer. When you finally break away from him his eyes are still closed. He sways forward for just a second until your voice jars him from his reverie.

“I know you have to go back and deal with all of that, but… would you like to come inside, Luche?”

“Tredd and Crowe can cover for me. I’ll make my report tomorrow morning.” He gives you a dazzling smile. “Lead the way.”

[alia-turin]

Hello, hello ! #8 "I wish this moment could last forever…" with Luche x Reader please ? I wish you a nice day =)

There you go love, hope you enjoy it. A bit kinky, a bit angsty everything that Luche deserves.

Fic Title: SoonRating/Warnings: M (NSFW, sex) Pairing: Luche/ReaderSummary: Luche surprises his s/o after deploymentNotes: I don’t know what is with me, Luche and showers, but somehow he ends there naked having sex eventually. Oops.

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Tagging: @birdsandivory @lazarustrashpit @jojopitcher @yourcoolfriendwithallthecandy (I know it might not be your cup of tea but you are my MVP any day) @kairakara101 @ladychocoberry @themissimmortal @akiza-hades-rose

You first reaction was to panic, you were supposed to be aloneand the sudden movement of the bed and someone’s weight on top of you woke upalarmingly fast. Took your eyes a moment to adjust to the darkness and realizenobody was trying to rob you and kill you, it was just Luche.

“Bastard, you scared me.” You hit him teasingly in the chestwith a fist, with no strength, but it was enough to show your protest.

“I didn’t want to wake you up.” He smiled showing that itwas exactly what he wanted.

“When did you come back…” your brain is slowly starting toregister things. He was still in his uniform, the smell of smoke and blood was slowlysoaking the room.

“About an hour ago. Had to sit in a debriefing, would havebeen home forty minutes ago otherwise.” He leaned over you and kissed yourforehead. “Take a shower with me.”

You looked at the clock on your nightstand, it was six pastthree in the morning. You had to work tomorrow, but he had been deployed for aweek, you missed him more than anything.

He moved away from the bed and started undressing you justwatched him. His clothes were dirty and you could see splashes of blood. Youdidn’t ask what happened or how it went, you knew that eventually he would cometo tell you, in his own time. After he took his t-shirt off you could see anasty bruise on his back.

“Let me guess I should see the other guy?” you got off thebed and ran your fingers over the black and blue skin, not pressing at all itdid seem painful.

“Yeah, you should have seen him kicking my ass across the field.”Luche turned around and smiled. “For the record, I did kick his ass.”

“Mhm…before or after he kicked your back?” you liked teasinghim about stuff like that when he was in the mood. It was funny seeing his egoreact.

“Come here.” He turned around and grabbed you, carrying youto the bathroom, ignoring your protest and laughs.

As he was holding you he started the water and walked underit still holding you.

“Luche!” you laughed and bit his shoulder teasingly.

He let go of you, his hands still on your waist pulling youclose to him. The water was running over both of you, damping your hair andpushing it over your eyes but you didn’t care much, you were just happy he washome in one piece.

“I missed you.” He said as he removed the wet hairs fromyour face and pushed them back. “I really wish that deployment wasn’t so long.”

You just smiled there was nothing that you could tell him.Yes, you wished he was home earlier and that he never left again, but that wasall a pipe dream. You both knew that his deployments could last from a day toweeks and he had no control over it. You didn’t doubt that he preferred to behome rather than being kicked in the back by the six knew what.

You continued to stay in silence, only the running waterechoing in the bathroom. You reached for the soap and slowly started rubbing itover his chest and abs. There were smaller bruises here and there, some a bitolder from trainings some fresh and dark coloured. No serious cuts this time,just his old scars. You moved your hand down to his abs, his breathing wasgetting a bit heavier.

“There won’t be much showering if you continue like that.” Hesmiled and leaned forward, his lips finding yours easily. Your hand moved tohis back and he suddenly pulled away from you his pain twisted in pain.

“I’m sorry!” you totally forgot about his injury.

“It’s okay.” He was trying to pretend it was all good, butthe pain he was feeling was obvious. “Let me do that.”

He took the soap from your hand and turned you around, yourback pressing against his chest, his growing erection firmly against your ass.His rough hands were touching your body in strangely gentle manner, his lipsstarted kissing your neck.

“I missed you.” He moaned as he dropped the soap on the groundand pulled you closer to himself. “You think we can stay in the shower forever?”

“I potentially see few problems.” You giggled as he gentlypushed you forward, his hand finding its way between your legs, his fingersgently pushing in you. Your moan filled the bathroom, you missed him so muchthat just being naked with him made you wet.

“Maybe.” He kissed your neck and moved slowly to yourshoulders and back, his fingers moved out of you which made you moan in protestbut were quickly replaced by his dick pushing hard into you. You almost screamedfeeling it, his fingers at the same time moved to your clit and began rubbingit with the same pace his was pushing in and out of you.

It wasn’t gentle, it was pure desire and need coming fromboth of you. He fucked you hard and fast and you were pushing your hips eagerlyagainst his body wanting to feel him even deeper. He had his free hand wrappedaround your throat, not chocking but pulling your head toward him. You camehard, your whole body shacking but he was holding you firm and didn’t slow hispace even for a second which just made it even more intense. After he came,neither of you moved, you just stood there, close to each other, the waterstill running over your bodies, the bathroom was filled with both of youpanting and drops falling on the ground.

“Are you okay?” you asked as you turned around in Luche’sarms, he pushed his body closer to yours, his chest pressing against yours.

“Yeah, just tired.” He placed his head on your shoulder. “Iwish this moment could last forever. Just the two of us, no demons, no kings…”he wrapped his hands tighter around you pulled you even harder.

“Soon.” You automatically responded knowing that ‘soon’ wasvery relative term.

“Yeah, soon…” there was something strange in the way he saidit, but you ignored it and attributed it to him being tired and needing rest.

[andywinter16]

Hello again! I say bingo! date night with Libertus and Nyx! Thank you very much in advance! :D

 Hi again! @stars-chan :D Uuuuu, I had some cute ideas for these boys and their date nights! Let´s dig in :D (also hope you don´t mind that I made the reader neutral? I just want everyone to enjoy :) ) I am also sorry, it took me so long ( work and other projects kept me away) 

galadh words used: 

*alowene - heart of hearts

tewe týchy - my luck

tewe selenaís- my moon

Libertus Ostium: Little Galadh echoed laughter of it´s inhabitants. In the air was happiness that was´t felt since the fall of Galadh. It was magnificent sight to whoever found it´s way down there. Whole district lighted up with colours of a banners, air saturated with exotic perfumes and spices. The refugees of Galadh dressed in their homeland colourful garb, hairs styled into intricated braids. Merchants were shouting from their stalls to attract customers, lively as ever those people of Ramuh. You were so fascinated with the Rain´s festival, you stumbled over and started to fall down. Luckily two strong hands covered in scars catched you first.

 “Well, look at you, I just turn over for a sec and you´re off somewhere!” teased lightly, his warm breath brushes over your neck. “I am sorry Lib, it´s just ... I never saw Little Galadh so alive before. Also” you turn around in his tender embrace,” you look so stunning in your celebration garb, how would I not fall ?” you winked. Libertus cheeks turned dusty pink. Nobody would believe you, If you told them that this man blushed so easily at your genuine compliments or act of kindness. He kissed your forehead softly, adoration obvious in his stormy eyes. “ Then what are we waiting for alowene, the night is too young. I want to show you all that Rain´s festival has to offer.” 

He lets you go from his embrace, and puts his arm around your waist. Always so protective of his precious. Lib let´s you lead to whatever stall catches your interest first. He was mesmerized when your eyes lit up like a child in toy store when you were trying something new. Your mood was so contagious, Libertus wasn´t even grumbling much, when some food wasn´t completely authentic. There was also lot of festival games like water rings, pin the coeulr´s tail or hidden marlboro. Lib excelled especially at the last one, from which he won you a big plushy Marlboro. You dubbet it affectionaly Libertus the Second. At his raised eyebrow you just simply explained: “When you´re not home with me I get lonely , so I could at least cuddle him” Lib envelops you in needy hug, glarings slightly at the plushie. “Now now tewe týche, you have a real deal right there” You laugh at his antic, kissing his temple softly. 

Libertus then took you on one of the bigger terrace in the district. It was around midnight. There were prepared comfy chairs for spectators for whatever show was suppose to happen. (You had some idea) Lib sat down pulling you with him into his lap. His warm was comforting in the chilly night. “And now for the best part.” Like from another world sparkly fireworks began to appear in the sky. You were so mesmerised by the sight of the lights. Libertus felt tug at his heart when he watched you, he shall cherish this moment till his last breath.

Nyx Ulric: “Nyx,” you whispered” why are we again sneaking around the halls of the citadel on our date night”? your silly boy flashed you a mischievous grin. You were currently hidding in one of the niches behind heavy baldachin. When the Crownsguards passed by your spot Nyx took your hand and lead you to the jammed door. It leads to dimly lighted hallway lined with paintings. “Nyx, seriously what are you planning, you goofball?” you were naturally curious. 

For these past few weeks Nyx was either deployed on frontlines or busy with other Kingsglaive duties (and let´s be honest having to work extra shifts for insubordination). You knew what you were getting into,no one really said it wouldn´t be easy. You felt like at some point that maybe he was avoiding you. What if he had found someone else? Those ugly thoughts flodded your mind, even though you knew they were silly. Nyx blessed be his hearth and intuition, stops in his tracks. “Tewe selenaís, what is wrong?” he scoops you closer, your forehead touching in a familiar gesture. “Nyx, it´s ... nevermind, just me being silly with my thoughts” you cares gently his scarred face. He doesn´t buy it in slightest. Instead Nyx pushed the door open, revealing hidden gem inside the walls of Citadel, the royal gardens. It catches your breath away. “Oh, and there I thought it was me, who stealth your breath away.” he grins like a cheshire cat, crashing your lips together. “Now come on, I didn´t bribe Luche with my chocolate, just for nothing” grumbles a little. The thought of Nyx parting with his chocolate and giving it to Luche was so amusing. ( Luche was well known for his sweet tooth, especially for chocolate)  You went hand in hand with Nyx through the beautiful well kept garden. The path was lined with many deciduous trees mainly beeches, oaks, elms some of which you didn´t even recognize. The air was full of fragrance from the various flowers that grew here. Nyx pointed at one of the flowers that catched your attention “ That´s hydrangea, it is native flower on our islands. Galadh is perhaps inhospitable, but these thrive there like no other”  he explained briefly. Your walk ended at little pond whose surface glittered like jewels in the moonlight. Around him were lovely ducks sleeping.

“Please, have a seat sweetheart”  he softly smiles and gestures to blanket with pillows. It was lighted with candles, plates were full of delicious food and on the sides were prepared glasses with beverages. “Nyx, that´s ... oh my god, I am  truly speechless. You put so much effort into it, love”  Nyx treated you with a blissful smile. You both dined in silence, enjoying each other's presence.

“I hope whatever plagued your mind is gone” he started sheepishly” I know these few weeks I wasn´t the perfect boyfriend for you. I was scared Y/N, every damn  time i left your embrace for a war, I was afraid i wouldn't come back to you. I had to get it right in my head first. And it was thanks to my friends that I didn't make the worst decision of my life.” The kiss he gave you was different from the previous ones, he put all his love and adoration into it. You melted into him, every dark thought forgotten. You then laid on the blanket and looked at the stars, hugging each other lovingly. Because these moments are worth any hardship.