#mr love queens choice oneshot

[imagineanime2022]

What Are You Afraid Of?

Shaw X Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1446

A/N: This was not requested but I really wanted to write this, also if says fem at the top but I'm not sure that there is anything that is inherently female about the reader so do with that what you will.

You and Shaw had been friends for years, you had met on the first day of Uni and hit it off, you were definitely closer than friends would normally be and your friends definitely noticed that was where the problem started.

It was at lunch one day you were sending a quick text to Shaw to tell him that you had gotten to lunch okay, he was weirdly adamant about it. “You texting skater boy again?” Jess, your friend, asked. “Huh?” You asked. “Shaw.” Hannah supplied. “Oh yeah, he just wanted to make sure that I got here okay.” You answered. “How did he know you were coming?” She asked. “We were at his last night gaming, I ended up staying.” You answered. “Wait, you stayed at his place?” Jess asked. “Yes.” You answered, the conversation was interrupted by the waiter coming over to take out orders, you thought that it was over but the moment that the waiter walked away, your friends pulled your attention back to them. “You're wearing different clothes, so you have clothes at his place?” Jess asked. “Just from staying there a few times.” You answered. “Has he stayed at your place?” Hannah asked. “Yes.” You answered. “But you're not together?” Jess asked. “No. We’re friends.” You answered. “Yeah friends.” She nodded. You looked at her and waited, you knew that something was coming. “What Jess?” You prompted when you finally got sick of the silence. “I’m just saying, you stay at each others houses, you go on dates-” “We play games together.” You corrected. “And he makes sure that you're okay all the time. Have you ever noticed that if you need anything he’s the first person to offer you help?” She explained. “He’s just being helpful.” You argued. “He doesn’t help anyone. Shaw hates helping anyone who isn’t you.” Hannah said. “Can we talk about something else?” You asked.

You sighed as you opened the door to your apartment, kicked off your shoes and walked towards the living room where you sat on the sofa, your eyes catching on the hoodie that Shaw had left there the last time that he had been around, you meant to take it back to him yesterday. Your phone rang a few minutes after and you didn’t even have to look at it to know who it was “Hello?” You asked. “Are you home?” Shaw asked. “Yeah, why?” You asked. “Just making sure… What’s wrong with you?” He asked. “Huh?” You grunted. “You sound tired.” He answered. “Gee thanks.” You mumbled as you shuffled so that you were laying across the couch. “Did something happen?” He took on a concerned tone as he seemed to be moving around. “No nothing, are you out?” You asked. “Hm oh yeah, just running a few errands.” He answered. “Oh, why don’t you call me when you get home then, we can talk then.” You answered, you could hear that he was going to say something else but you hung up before he could say anything else.

Jess and Hannah had started you thinking about everything that had been happening with Shaw, as it stood you thought that you were happy with the friendship but the truth is, you liked Shaw a lot more than that. You had never had anything like this before and there had never been a relationship built on love in your life that had been right. Your father had left when you were young and while you were sure that your Mum loved you she was never very good at it and when you turned 18 she became more focused on finding a boyfriend for herself, which was probably the reason that you found yourself in Uni in the first place. Either way the events in your life made it hard to trust anyone who claimed to love you. This lead back to Shaw, the fear that travelled through you at even the thought of someone loving you was indescribable. You didn’t want this to ruin what you had, you knew that you needed to get yourself together before you had to see him again, because after all of this he might not even think of you that way.

You don’t even remember falling asleep, but you were woken up by knocking at your door, you looked at the clock, 19:30. You walked to the door and opened it “There she is.” Shaw smirked as he leaned forward on the door frame, his eyes travelling over you before stopping on your face. “Have you been crying?” “No.” You answered frowning as you touched your face, you don’t remember crying and by now your face is dry but if he had asked it must have looked like you had been. “What’s going on with you?” He asked. “Nothing.” You answered. “Well I know that’s not true because you haven’t invited me in yet.” He smirked, you stepped to the side allowing him into the house, it was then that you realised the bag in his hands, your favourite take out place. “You bought food?” You asked. “Well I don’t intend on leaving until you tell me what’s going on.” He shrugged. “Nothing is going on!” You answered a little more defensively. “Uh huh.” He grunted as he looked through your cupboards grabbing plates and cups and putting them on the table. “What the hell is your problem?” You asked. “There’s nothing wrong with me, there is however something wrong with you.” He answered as he finally turned to look at you, no hint of a smile or smirk, no cocky tone or sarcasm. “I don’t know what to tell you…” You answered softly, he slowly moved towards you, closing the distance. “Tell me the truth.” He said softly, taking your face in his hands, moving it until your eyes connected. “You wouldn’t be saying that if you knew what the truth was.” You could feel the tears welling up in your eyes, there was nowhere to go, no way to change the subject, you had to approach it. “Come on, you have to tell me what you're so afraid of.” He pleaded. “I can only protect you from it.” “That’s the problem!” Your hands lifted into the air as you pulled away now pacing the living room “I shouldn’t be afraid of this, I shouldn’t need protection from this!” “From what?” Shaw asked, his voice soft almost as afraid of scaring you out of talking. “Loving you!” You answered, in all honesty saying it out loud made you feel better but the silence that followed made you stop dead in your tracks. “See I knew this would happen, everytime love is involved it ruins everything. Just forget that I said anyth-” as you turned you came face to face with Shaw. “Shut up.” He ordered softly before pressing his lips to yours, pressed forward so hard that you almost stumbled. He was quick to wrap his arm around your waist pulling you into his chest, every part of him was touching you and you didn’t know what to do with your hands. “What are you doing with your hands?” He asked, he only pulled away enough to speak. “I don’t know. Where am I allowed to put them?” You asked, he took your wrists in his hands before pressing them to his chest before moving them up to his shoulders. “You can put them wherever you want.” He said softly “I don’t mind.” “S-stop!” You ordered, forcing yourself to breathe as he chuckled. “Look at me for a second.” He said softly. “I might collapse.” You mumbled, he didn’t even take a second to breath as he lifted you sitting on the sofa settling you to straddle his waist. “This isn’t better.” “Focus.” He ordered, causing you to look back at him “you don’t need protection from this, I promise that I have no intention of hurting you.” “I don’t think anyone ever did.” You answered, you jumped as you felt a small static shock through your waist where his hands rested. “Give me a chance.” He pleaded. “Can we go slow?” You asked. “How slow because that was a pretty good kiss and half your clothes are in your wardrobe.” He smirked. “Shaw!” You whined and he smirked, leaning forward and pressing another kiss to your lips, this one shorter, softer, more loving. “We can go as slow as you want.” He answered. “Thank you.” You mumbled. “Pleasures all mine. Come on their food to eat and then movies to watch.” He squeezed your waist as you stood both heading to the kitchen to eat the food that he’d bought for you both.

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Day 7 ~ Remembrance & New Beginnings

AN: My contribution for day 7 of @silmarillionepistolary and quick side note: I am aware that the Hobbits are said to stay on Tol Eressëa, but I prefer to hc that they went to the gardens of Lórien to hang out with Irmo and be healed by Estë and possibly visited other locations in Valinor as well.

𓂃🖋 Characters/pairings: Bilbo & Manwë 𓂃🖋 Synopsis: Bilbo receives an invitation from the Elder King himself. 𓂃🖋 Warnings: / 𓂃🖋 Oneshot (~600 words) | AO3

Dear Mr. Baggins,

I hope you are well and enjoy your stay in the gardens of Lórien. 

It has come to my attention that, during your time in Middle-earth, you wrote a book about your adventures. Now, I hear that you didn't take said book with you on your journey — which, as sad as it may be for those among us who love and cherish such stories, myself included, was a wise choice. It appears that written records are currently the safest and most convenient way to preserve tales and knowledge for future generations of Ilúvatar's mortal children. 

Even so, your memories remain, and I have been wondering if you would like to tell us about your adventures. My wife and I, as well as our friends, would love to listen. Your stories could, if you wish, also be recorded for the libraries of Valinor — though do not worry, you will of course not have to write everything down again, our dear friend Vairë and her Maiar would be happy to do so for you. 

I am certain you have wonderful tales for us, Mr. Baggins, and my birds tell me that you are a very entertaining storyteller as well. What they have told me over the years was lovely already, though their record of events would naturally pale in comparison to yours. 

Please let me know if you would be willing to entertain such a request. Either way, we would be honoured to have you as a guest, should you choose to visit us on Taniquetil — or, alternatively, we can also visit you in Lórien. The other Ring-bearers are, of course, welcome as well; after all they have their own stories to tell. 

I look forward to hearing from you. 

King regards,  Manwë Súlimo 

Pleased with himself, Bilbo folded the letter and caressed the fine paper. He reached out with his free hand to pet the bird that had delivered it to him — some species of falcon, if he wasn't mistaken — and smiled when it leaned into his touch without question. 

Even the animals are different here in the Undying Lands.

"Well, wouldn't you know that," Bilbo mumbled, addressing no one in particular, "who would have thought that an old Hobbit like me could get a letter from the Elder King himself?" 

He omitted the fact that he hadn't been entirely sure of his existence at times and instead thought of the birds Manwë had mentioned. So he had heard bits and pieces of his grand tales before, brought to him by them? Bilbo thought about the birds he had seen in the Shire, mostly tiny songbirds, and how they may have listened to idle Hobbit gossip and brought it home to their esteemed lord. 

To think that the Elder King may have heard us argue about silverware... The thought made him chuckle, and he carefully pocketed the letter. 

As for Manwë's request, Bilbo already knew what his answer would be. Of course he was going to seize the opportunity to tell the King and Queen of Arda about his adventures — especially when at least one of them seemed curious, which was quite flattering to say the least. And he would be able to leave another book behind, one that would be written and kept by immortal hands in an immortal land. 

He would leave this world one day, but his tales would remain. 

The bird stayed where it was even as he headed for his desk, watching him attentively. Perhaps it was going to wait until he had composed his answer, Bilbo thought, and sat down to do just that. 

"A long and wonderful tale indeed," he mused aloud, "and at the beginning, I would have never thought that an old wizard knocking on my door would one day lead me to the Elder King's palace."

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Since I know if I ever actually do get asks they're probably going to be purely Miraculous related... I'm just gonna leave a little list of other media I actually enjoy not entirely related to the Miraculous show because I am really quite done with talking about the show since it seems to only delve into negatives for me and contrary to popular belief, I do actually prefer to talk about what I like:

Miraculous PV (I am completely fine with this since there's no real actual media to make me upset)

Link Click (awesome freaking show)

Sonic the Hedgehog (comics, games [haven't played many due to lack of ability to do so but I still know a lot about most of them], shows)

Free! (yes the swimming anime, I really like the darn swimming anime)

IDOLiSH7 (I've only seen the anime and I am just finishing season 3, I doubt my phone has room for the game)

Rising of the Shield Hero (sure, season 2 was iffy but it came back around near the end, aside from a few setbacks in season 3 it was great too)

Takt: op Destiny (I've only seen the anime, I don't even know if I can get the game and, again, I doubt my phone has room)

Genshin Impact (been busy with work so have only gotten as far in the story to like the first arc of Sumeru so any Fontaine characters I would not freaking know about I only played one event for them and only got a basic idea of how they work)

Tears of Themis (Am no where near finishing the main story we have so far but I've read almost every card I have so I got a pretty good idea of these idiots)

Mr Love: Queen's Choice (Also ain't anywhere near finishing this story but I still love them, I have also seen the anime which kind of sucked but I digress, at least it was fun)

Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (I've seen all of this, including the movie and I adore it)

Ben 10 (I have seen all 4 previous shows before the reboot, Ben 10, Ben 10: Alien Force, Ben 10: Ultimate Alien, and Ben 10: Omniverse. I have not seen the reboot beyond the first two episodes which I did not enjoy. I am still thinking about trying but it's hard)

The Grimm Variations (this was freaking great, I freaking love fairy tales)

Raven Saga (Webtoon, highly recommend)

Operation: True Love (also a Webtoon I recommend if you like those fun little romance dramas)

My Summer of You (a manga I very much freaking enjoy and I have every volume so far)

Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur (I adore it and have finish what is out so far)

Oneshot (freaking brilliant game, loved every second of it)

Ever After High (I watched the entire series and own almost all the books, though I've only read a few through)

Alien Stage (that series of music videos which has piqued my interest fully. Plus music being used as a story is my jam)

Solo Leveling (still haven't finished season 1 but I'm trying! I have the game, haven't read the manwha unfortunately) Jurassic World: Camp Cretaceous and Jurassic World: Chaos Theory (both were way too much fun) Also if anyone has any good cartoon/anime/donghua or any other form of animation to recommend please feel free to tell me. I try to avoid anything with angels in it and anything with demons is a bit iffy (but you can certainly try).

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Waste My Time (Gavin x Reader)

Character: Gavin

Fandom: Mr. Love Queen’s Choice

Categories: Female!Reader, Songfic, Fluff, Pining

Warning: Tooth-Rotting Fluff

Word Count: 2,7k words

Summary: Y/N has been thinking about Gavin a lot lately, and one day after he walks her home, she gathers the courage to ask him to stay with her for a little longer.

Notes: I have been obsessed with this song for a while (I recommend listening to it while reading!) because the singer is one of my faves, and it also reminded me of Gavin so I had the urge to write this little oneshot for him. Back at it again with the Gavin fluff! I hope that you enjoy it, please remember to reblog and comment if you do! Also, feel free to fangirl about this dreamboat of a character with me :P

Links: AO3

The silence established as they made it to her apartment building. It was a comfortable one, warm and familiar. Y/N looked up at Gavin, smiling to herself thinking how he insisted on walking her home like he always did.

The two of them stopped before the door, turning to face each other and about to say their goodbyes as usual. Gavin dedicated her a soft smile and fondly patted her head.

“Thanks” She said, feeling butterflies in her stomach under his tender gaze.

“Sure, no problem” He stood there for a moment, then turning to leave.

“Wait” Y/N found herself saying, holding his hand to keep him back. She found his company too pleasant to let him go. “Want to come in?”

Gavin’s eyes grew wide, and a faint flush appeared on his cheeks, spreading all the way to his ears. He then frowned a little and looked away, covering his mouth with his hand and clearing his throat.

“I-I mean…” She chuckled nervously at the misunderstanding. “Will you stay with me?”

“Yeah…” He watched her, his confusion turning to curiosity. “Any reason in particular?”

“Not really” The girl shrugged, already walking in as he followed. “I just want to be with you”

Too embarrassed to look back at him, Y/N came into the house. If she had looked over her shoulder, she would have seen Gavin grinning to himself. He never really wanted to leave her side either, so he was beyond delighted that she invited him in.

The soft silence from before evolved as they both sat on the couch, side by side. It was suddenly heavy with an unknown feeling. Of yearning, perhaps. Of fondness.

While Gavin leaned back on the seat and rested his back on it, Y/N sat up straight. Her leg was brushing against his, causing her heart rate to pick up. She wondered if, despite his usual calm and cool demeanor, he was feeling something similar. That nervousness and giddiness at the same time, that impulse to hug him and tell him all that her heart concealed as a secret, everything that she was too afraid and too shy to tell him… To confess how exhilarating it was to be with him and how much she missed him when he wasn’t around.

Giving in to her impulses, Y/N rested her head on Gavin’s shoulder and finally relaxed a little. His pleasant voice interrupted the stillness that had settled.

“You okay?” He asked, slightly taken aback by the sudden gesture.

“Yeah!” The girl cheerfully replied, a smile present in her voice.

Gavin tried not to move, afraid that she would pull away if he did. Looking down to her, he noticed she didn’t seem scared. Or sad, or upset. Truly, she just seemed… calm. There, with him.

His heart started speeding up at the thought that she wasn’t looking for his protection or comfort. Y/N just wanted him for himself, to be with him. Nothing less, nothing more.

The implications of this desire of hers made his mind race. Could she possibly be thinking what he was? Feeling that constant need to be together? He chastised himself for getting his hopes up even for a second, knowing how affectionate she could be in a daily basis. It didn’t mean anything special.

“Uh…” He muttered for a moment, soon recovering his confidence. “How about some music?”

Gavin slightly leaned forward, picking up the remote from the table. She didn’t move from the spot, still resting over him. Trying not to think about that and how much he wanted to hold her in his arms just then, the boy turned the stereo on.

A soft upbeat song came on, filling the quietness that flooded the room. The loudness of it had been deafening him, presenting so many unanswered questions and unsaid words.

They lingered in that position for several minutes, too comfortable to move.

Just as the song was ending, Y/N held on to his arm, engulfing him. Her head on his shoulder had lowered down to his chest, settling over the scar on his collarbone. Her ear was dangerously close to his frantic heart that he tried to calm, worried that she might hear.

She felt absolutely peaceful, oblivious to his train of thought. Y/N felt like they were the only people in the world, like anything could be happening outside her window. Nonetheless, it didn’t concern her if it didn’t concern him. If it didn’t concern them.

The song changed just then. The shift from upbeat to slow contrasted in the ambiance of the room. Y/N smiled to herself, endeared by the emotions it instantly evoked in her.

Hold on to me,

like we’re the only ones that see

The sky above us falling down

And breathe in my ear,

Like we’re the only ones that hear

The mountains crashing down

The lyrics were tender and romantic. They flustered Gavin, but he didn’t show it.

“You know” She dared to say, breaking the sacred quietness. “This song reminds me of you”

Gavin took several seconds to say something back. He gulped nervously, but quickly regained his composure. He ordered his frantic heart to quiet down, and his empty arms to remain in their place.

“You sure you’re okay?” He whispered in her ear, sending chills down her spine at the softness in his voice. “You’re never this… cuddly”

“Never better” Y/N replied simply, closing her eyes and enjoying each second of such closeness.

The boy took a deep breath in. His hopes returned, making him think that maybe he was right after all. Maybe, just maybe, she felt something similar. And he was willing to test it.

“Let’s dance” He muttered, cautiously moving to make sure she didn’t mind.

“What?” She allowed him to pull away, surprised.

When their glances met, it felt like magic. Like the world had stopped spinning for them. Like they hadn’t really looked at each other before. Not like that.

A small yet playful smile played on Gavin’s lips as he stood up, taking her hand in his to pull her up, and positioned himself with her in the center of the room.

Flustered, Y/N stared at him as his arms delicately wrapped around her frame. Her hands automatically moved to his shoulders as they both started swaying to the slow rhythm of the song.

I have wasted all my life

Playing games that I knew I’d lose

But let me sing to you, just sit here, don’t move

I just want to waste some time with you

A burning blush surfaced in her cheeks when Gavin’s smile widened. The lyrics of the song were telling, and the mere thought that he caught on to what she was hinting to before made her heart skip a beat. Why did he want them to dance to that song precisely? The one that reminded her of him, as she had admitted.

“G-Gavin…” She mumbled without realizing, but he just grinned once more.

He didn’t do or say anything, just looked at her. Almost reading his mind, she remained quiet to his silent wish. No unnecessary words, just silence filled with music.

His delicate grip on her waist changed so he was holding one of her hands again, now at shoulder length. The warmth of both their palms pressed together made the intimacy of the moment all the more evident. Relaxing a little into his touch, Y/N smiled up at him. His heart fluttered at the sight and he nearly melted at the gesture dripping with sweetness and innocence.

Take my hand, I don’t understand

How they kept us apart for so long

And smile so I can see

That it’s really you in front of me

‘Cause that’s still just so hard to believe

As they looked into each other’s eyes, they felt a unique connection. Their souls seemed to be coordinated, now more than ever. Their hearts were beating as one, racing at the same time and halting at the unison, if just for a second. Their minds seemed aligned, like they didn’t need any further words to communicate anymore.

That playful smile from before returned to Gavin’s lips, foreshadowing something unexpected. This time, though, it had a rare mischievous hint to it. Y/N’s stomach filled with butterflies as she watched him carefully, attentive to his next movement.

Indeed, Gavin moved his hand to the small of her back and gently pushed her closer. She gasped as their fronts graced, but didn’t pull away. Instead, in a mixture of compliance and embarrassment, she hid her face on his shoulder. Her nose against his scar felt gentle as she gingerly nuzzled it.

I have wasted most of my life

Playing games that I knew I'd lose

Let me sing to you

Just sit here don't move

I just want to waste some time with you

Y/N’s knees felt weak as she looked up at him, so close that his breath touched her nose. However, his hands holding on to her promised to never let her go. His eyes were filled with an absolute devotion and adoration that made her flustered.

He felt vulnerable as he looked down at her, yet the strongest he had ever been at the same time. All his walls were down, all his defenses paused to make the most of that perfect moment. His shoulders were relaxed and his hands were soft around her.

Gavin arched his eyebrows slightly, giving her that small warning before he moved again. Y/N yelped when he gingerly dipped her as the song momentarily came to a halt. Blindly trusting him to support her, she arched backwards and laughed as he leaned her forward again. The girl was still giggling even after she returned to her previous position, now holding on to his arms.  

He couldn’t help chuckling as well at the wonderful and contagious sound of her adorable laughter. Flustered by the way his confidence was building up and hers crumbling, Y/N sheltered in the safety of his shoulder again.

When her laughter died down and the lyrics took over the room once more, the both of them turned slightly sad upon hearing them. They could have had this before. They had wasted so much time being apart when they could have been happy together.

“Gavin…” She began, suddenly feeling the need to speak up. He hummed in reply, promising to listen to her. “Back in high school… I shouldn’t have believed any of it”

“What do you mean?” The boy whispered, afraid that his voice would break the magic that floated in the air.

“All those rumors and lies, I… I don’t understand how I could ever think they were true” Y/N kept her glance down, staring at his scar and taking in his scent. “You are far too kind to be what they said you were. You are too good in your heart”

He breathed out when her hand gently rested over his chest to demonstrate. The incredibly warmth radiating from him only seemed to be testament to her statement.

When she dared to lock glances with him, his amber eyes were shining with withheld emotion. Overwhelmed with too many feelings to speak them all.

Gavin couldn’t help to think back to those days. How even back then, she managed to make such an impact on him as soon as he saw her. Those days, he just wanted to be with her, protect her and care for her. However, there he was now. Holding the girl of his dreams in his arms and slow dancing with her. Silently confessing to each other all those feelings that had been building up ever since they were reunited. And all those moments of pain, of craving and loneliness… They were suddenly all worth it.

“It’s okay” He finally muttered, heaving a sigh filled with relief and content. “We’re here now, that’s all that matters”

“Yeah…” Her tone matched his, low and hesitant. “I guess you’re right”

Still in unison, their hearts began racing at the intensity of their locked gazes. They were extremely close, and their lips were mere inches apart. The pause that followed was torturous, delaying a profoundly awaited moment. It seemed to take ages until it arrived.

As their eyes closed, they didn’t know they threatened to spill. All of those feelings, repressed and bottled as they had been before, were now turning into sentimental heaviness in the best of ways. Until they encountered in a mutual kiss and everything seemed to fall into place.

Forcing back the tears

Over all the years

Boarding up the door

Throwing my hope to the floor

I could not forget, now it all makes sense

That you’re here with me

And I never ever want to leave

For several beats, they didn’t pull apart. It felt impossible to break away and leave that feeling behind, that exhilarating rush of emotions and reciprocation. That pleasant warmth that enveloped them and made them tingle all over. That intimate closeness as their bodies were glued together and their hands clutched on to each other. His on her back, hers lowered from the back of his neck to his chest.

After several seconds in which the kiss only seemed to deepen more and more, mouths open to drink from each other’s essence, they paused. Their eyes opened at the same exact time, falling on each other. Twin smiles occupied their faces, even if they gasped for oxygen. Her fingers tightly held on to his shirt for support while her brow furrowed at the recent sensation. His rested over a sliver of skin on her lower back, exposed during the heated exchange.

Gavin chuckled, experiencing an incredible happiness that made him feel lucky, as Y/N looked down to the floor.

“You’re not using your Evol” She muttered, resting her forehead against his as she still caught her breath. “I thought I was floating”

The boy laughed a little, squeezing her in his arms. He understood the feeling to perfection, because for a moment he was afraid he had lost control of it when he also felt like he was flying himself.

Gavin’s chest heaved up and down as he finally calmed down. She did too, feeling that connected with him still.

“I don’t really need my powers” He piped up, talking lowly. “I feel like that every time you’re with me”

That familiar flush arrived to her cheeks once more, and the girl tried to take a step back. They both chuckled, Y/N timidly and him in glee. Not allowing her to give in to her embarrassment, Gavin gently tightened his arms around her. The sight of her blushing made him giggle.

I would have wasted most of my life

Never even knowing you

Now you sing to me and I still don't believe

That you wanna waste some time with me

As she rested against him, this time by the force of his arms attracting her frame closer to him, Y/N pouted up at him. He grinned, admiring her cute expression.

There was no space between them whatsoever as they held gazes.

“Gavin…” She whined, lightly pushing her hands against his chest.

“Just a little longer” He leaned his cheek on her head, squeezing her once more.

Holding her in his arms like that was something he had dreamed about for so long. It felt too nice to end it so soon. Despite her shyness, Y/N melted into his touch and sighed happily.

His lips on her hair startled her slightly. The kiss nearly echoed over the music with the absolute devotion he poured into it. She reciprocated by carefully kissing the exposed skin on his neck, sending shivers up his spine.

They were doing nothing, just standing there and lingering in their embrace. They had stopped swaying a long time ago, but that didn’t seem to bother either of them. Time wasn’t wasted as long as they were there. The couple was happy just holding on to each other and quietly singing along to the song. Together.

Let me sing to you

Just sit here don't move

I just wanna waste some time with you

And now you sing to me and I still don't believe

That you wanna waste some time with me

[zomaeliet]

A cold wind battered against your skin, your cheeks rosy from the cold as minutes ticked by. The bus was late due to the frozen roads. The bench was too cold to sit on, feeling practically like burning against your exposed thighs from beneath your skirt. You should have prepared more for the weather, but you hadn't expected it to get so cold today. The weatherman said it was going to be nearly 60°F today, but instead it was below freezing because of a sudden cold front no one was expecting.

Right as you were giving up on the bus showing up and steeling your nerves for a long trek home, two arms wrapped around your torso and gave a gentle yet excited squeeze. You were momentarily stunned before you glanced behind you, a cheeky grin on the young man's face.

He spoke tenderly, "You look cold, here, I'll warm you up." As a long scarf wrapped around your neck, you suddenly felt much warmer. Not because of the clothing, but the warmth and affection that flowed through every one of his actions. A soft kiss was placed on your cheek as your fingers laced together, he spoke again, "Let's go home."

For characters like: Kaminari Denki, Kiro Zhou, Hinata Shoyo, Yoosung Kim, and Hanta Sero.

[simplyotometrash]

Blind Dates

Gavin x MC

Warnings: None

Gavin and MC go on blind dates....just not with each other

All of my MCs are written with they/them pronouns unless otherwise asked!

Minor set him up on a blind date. Without him even consenting to it. Gavin hated the very thought of going on a date with someone who wasn’t them. It wasn’t as if they were dating, he hadn’t gotten his nerve up enough to ask. Getting shot at and stabbed and being in overall dangerous situations were way easier than asking the one person he had feelings for out on a date.

“You’re gonna like her! She’s super cool and fun and very athletic!” Minor had said when he dropped the news. 

But it wasn’t MC. He’d been head over heels for MC since high school. Since they saved him. After high school, he honestly didn’t think he would actually see MC again. Fate lead them back into his life. He intended to keep them there this time. He wasn’t going to sit back and watch them walk out of his life. He wanted to ask them out. He’d meant to the last few times they spent time together. Yet something always kept him from getting those words out. It was as if they would get trapped in his throat. They never came out. If he wanted to say something, it could never be the words he wanted to say. 

So why was Gavin going on this blind date exactly? Because Minor had already set it up with the girl and he didn’t want to be rude. Gavin would have to simply explain the misunderstanding and apologize to her for wasting her time. He just hoped she didn’t get to upset. He wasn’t good when people cried. Comforting people had never really been his strong suit.

Gavin sighed and adjusted the cuffs of his jacket.. A dinner date of all things. Why couldn’t it have been a simple lunch date? Dinner seemed so formal and fast. Lunch or maybe coffee would have been better. He was tempted to kill Minor for the blind date later on. Gavin didn’t want to be in that position. His heart belonged to MC and yet he was set up on a date with someone else entirely. It was not even fair to the poor girl he got set up with. She didn’t even have a chance.

“Gavin?” A voice, clear as a bell, interrupted him from his slightly brooding thoughts.

MC. They were waiting at the same restaurant he was. Oh. They looked stunning. Far more dressed up than he was. Their clothes accented their frame nicely, hugging their body in the right places. The bracelet he had given them dangled on the wrist and it caused his heart to skip a beat.

“Hey, MC. What’re you doing here?”

They laughed. Oh that laugh. It was so beautiful that even angels would stop to listen. “Kiki set me up on some blind date. I didn’t want to come but I couldn’t just turn it down, you know? I figured it couldn’t hurt to humor her and go on this date.”

That was a relief. They weren’t on a date willingly with someone. “Minor did the same thing to me.”

“What’re the odds! I hope you have fun tonight.” They smiled at him, tucking some hair back behind their ear. “Anyone on a date with you is lucky!”

I could say the same thing about you. He thought dismally. Even if they didn’t want to be on the date necessarily, he couldn’t help the sinking feeling in his heart. He wanted to be the one they were on a date with. Not some other guy. What if they took a liking to this other man and actually started dating him? Gavin would lose his chance before he ever got up his nerve.

“Mr. Bai? Sorry for the wait, your party is already at your table. Please, right this way.” A host led him away from you. And his heart felt like a stone in water.

He walked to his table to be greeted by a woman in a beautiful dress, her red hair chopped off short, freckles adorning her skin. 

“Hi, Gavin, right? Minor’s told me about you.” She smiled at him as he sat down. “I’m Eliza. It’s a pleasure.”

“Yeah, hello. I’m Gavin. Funny, Minor hasn’t said anything about you. He wouldn’t even tell me the name of who he set me up with.” The chuckle that left his throat sounded happy but was laced with malice. Oh he could kill Minor for this.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw MC and tall, dark haired man in a flashy suit walk to a table a little ways away.. Could you say tacky? It made him feel...angry. Just pure anger. The guy was peacocking, trying to make you like him by looking flashy. Hmph.

“So, uh, Eliza,” Gavin cleared his throat, “Minor said you play sports. What do you play?”

This was how the entire night went. Gavin and Eliza trying to make small talk, albeit awkwardly at first, while Gavin kept watch over you out of the corner of his eye. It looked like you hadn’t gotten a word in all night. You looked pained as you faked a smile. He could tell it wasn’t genuine. Your smile never once reached your eyes during your date with that guy. Gavin could relax knowing that the other guy was not doing too well. That was when things began going much better with Eliza.

“I can tell you weren’t really interested,” Eliza laughed as he escorted her out of the restaurant.

Gavin went so red that it reached the tips of his ears. “I’m so sorry. I tried to not be rude. Minor had-”

“It’s okay, man, I understand. I didn’t get much choice in saying no to him either. He thinks because I’m single that I must need help finding a guy.” She mussed up her red hair with a bit of an eye roll. “Truth is, this was never going to work out. I’m a lesbian.”

“Oh.” That was all he could think to say. It wasn’t a bad thing. Just not what he expected to hear at the end of a date. He must have sighed though because she laughed again. 

“Yeah “oh”. You’re cool, though, we should play basketball together some time.” She was waiting to hail a taxi. At least he knew should get home safe. Eliza was a nice woman. Gavin was ready to walk her home if she didn’t take a cab or have a ride. “By the way, I think you should go make your move. The girl you were eyeing all night. She’s the one whose got your heart in a knot, right? Go get her, tiger. Text me and let me know how it goes.”

Eliza got into her cab with a wink and a wave, having already handed him her number. Right. It was now or never. He needed to go to you and tell you how he felt. That whole date ordeal proved it to him. Gavin couldn’t do anything if he never confessed. He didn’t have a chance in high school, he couldn’t lose his chance this time. 

Once he’d made it down an alleyway, Gavin took off up into the sky. The less time wasted the better. Flying would get him to your place in record time. He only hoped that he had a chance. If not, maybe being told so would help him finally let go. Closure helped the heart heal after all. The wind whipped his hair and clothes as he soared, the air felt good on his skin. It had been stuffy in the restaurant. The fresh air is where he belonged. He and the wind were connected. 

Upon landing and making it up to your door, he tried to make himself look presentable. Though he didn’t think it was working. If only he knew how to calm down the racing of his heart. It was beating so hard that it felt as if it might break bones. Waiting for you to open the door felt like an eternity. He could hear your TV, he knew you weren’t asleep. Not to mention your lights were on as far as he could see.

“Gavin?” You blinked at the sight of him. “Come in, what are you doing here? It’s a bit late, you know!”

“I could ask you why you’re still awake,” he snorted, sliding his shoes off upon entering. 

“I just managed to finish a proposal for work! I’m going to have Anna review it tomorrow. It’s the first time in a while I’ve been doing before I have to present to Victor.” You pulled him to sit on your couch. 

“How did your blind date go?”

Your smile faltered and you failed to suppress a groan.

“That bad, huh?” He smiled apologetically and patted the top of your head.

“The guy wouldn’t let me speak! Every time I tried, he would cut me off to talk about himself some more. He kept flaunting his fake watch at me trying to get me to notice. I could tell it wasn’t expensive, it was some knock off store brand. He tried to order my food for me without even knowing what I wanted, saying he knew better!” You continued to vent about your awful blind date. 

Gavin felt awful that you’d had such a bad time, but he couldn’t contain his smile. You were so expressive. So cute. It was like you were in your own world while you ranted about everything the jerk had done throughout the night. It was shame he couldn’t rescue you from that. At least you were safe. He was thankful for that. 

“Enough about my god awful night. What about you? She was very beautiful.” Was that a hint of envy in your voice?

“Eliza was cool.” He gauged the look on your face. You were bad at hiding things. “But there isn’t going to be a second date. We’re going to play basketball sometime as friends, she just isn’t interested in dating.” It would be wrong for him to tell you that she was interested in women. It wasn’t exactly his place to say that to anyone after all. Not without permission from Eliza.

“I’m sorry. You two looked nice together.” 

“I wasn’t interested in her, either.” Gavin took in a breath, Now or never. “To be honest, I wished all night that I had been on a date with you instead. I...I’m in love with you. I have been for a while now and- wait! Why are you crying? Please, MC, please don’t cry.”

You wiped your eyes, laughing as more tears spilled. “I’m not upset, Gav! We both went on dates with people we didn’t want to when the person we wanted to be with was on the other side of the restaurant!”

His face went bright pink. That meant you...felt the same way? “You...you...”

“I’m in love with you, too, silly!” You smacked his arm with a throw pillow, making him fake wince with a grin on his face. “I wanted to tell you but you’re so handsome. You have beautiful girls throwing themselves at you. I didn’t think I stood a chance.”

“Come here,” he gently urged you to move into his side. He planted a kiss on the top of your head. “No more stupid blind dates. Next time, I’m taking you out.”

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[apocalypse-shuffle]

MISCELLANEOUS 

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IMAGINES / ONESHOTS

Derek Morgan (criminal minds)

“Relax” You just wanna show Derek a good time in his new office. He’s been so stressed lately, after all. (NSFW, 18+, fem!reader)

Penelope Garcia (criminal minds)

“As Always” You reassure Penelope about her choice in outfit for y’all’s group night out after she gets a little too in her own head about her appearance. As far as you’re concerned though she looks fine…very fine. (SFW, fem!reader)

Queen Maeve (the boys)

“The Usual” You and Maeve run into each other after you’ve been accepted to The Seven. You get along so well that she starts to feel bad about how Vaught treats you, and warns you about them. Your reaction is…something. (SFW, fem!reader)

Mother’s Milk (the boys)

“For Forgetting” You’ve been separated for months and yet he still comes back to you. (SFW, fem!reader)

Black Noir (the boys)

“Pandora’s Melody” It’s your first Christmas Benefit since working for Vought and your starting to chafe a little at all the rules. Least the music’s finally getting good. (SFW, fem!reader)

“Promotion” Being Black Noir’s new handler and him becoming obsessed with you since Mr. Edgar himself assigned you to him. (SFW, fem!reader)

“Just a Trim” In a spur of the moment move you offer to do Earving’s hair in order to spend more time with him. To your shock, he takes you up on the offer. (SFW, gn!reader)

Kayla Watts (jurassic world: dominion)

“The I Got You Series” A rewrite of Dominion where Reader is Kayla’s wingwoman. (SFW, fem!reader, series) *on hiatus*

- parts: two

Peter Hale (teen wolf)

“Depend Again” You’ve been fighting The Alpha on and off for days now, but what do you do when his actions suddenly start to make sense? (SFW, gn!reader, supernatural)

“A Different Breed” With Lydia (& Allison) unwilling to help, and Peter unwilling to let himself be pushed around and fucked over by children, Peter finds other means to unlocking the secrets trapped in his late sister’s claws. (SFW, fem!reader, supernatural)

Jason Statham Characters

Lee Christmas (the expendables): “A Different Direction” It’s the bar scene from part two, but Lee doesn’t get back with Lacy in this version. (SFW,fem!reader)

Alec Hardison (leverage)

“Break” You visit Alec to let off some stress and to get out of your own head. (NSFW, 18+, fem!reader)

Alcide Herveaux (true blood)

“Formality” Rikki left you with a task to fulfill: train Alcide how to fight your pack’s way. Unfortunately for you, though, the man is about as irritating as he is nice to look at. (SFW-ish, 16+, fem!reader/werewolf!reader, supernatural)

Damon Salvatore (the vampire diaries)

“Terms and Conditions” Damon helps you get ready for the Founder’s Day “festivities” but can’t help damning himself after a few too many instances of putting his foot in his mouth. (SFW, fem!reader, witch!reader, supernatural)

CANON / ORIGINAL CHARACTER (OC) FANFICS

- canon (gen) fics: canon based fics, typically canon divergence, absent of a reader-insert or original main character/original main love interest.

- original character (oc) fics: fanfics without a reader-insert present that I’ve created an original “self insert”-esq character for (sometimes), inserting them into the canon storyline with a name, fully conceived backstory, and vivid appearance.

Mae-ho Aniseya (the acolyte)

“The Destiny’s Master Series” Everyday that she’s breathed Mae has been devoted to little else than she has her twin. What happens — after everything: the death of their mothers and coven, and now Osha’s seeming resurrection — when she’s forced to contend with their differences in a new light that she might not be able to fight against? And who will Mae turn to after her sister’s dismissal? (SFW, 16+, mature themes, mae-centric, maemir rewrite, gen!fic) oneshot available

HEADCANONS / SPURTS

Alec Hardison (leverage)

Five times he finds himself falling for you w/ ALEC•H (SFW, fem!reader) spurt#9

parts: two spurt#10 three spurt#12

Mae-ho Aniseya (the acolyte)

Good!Acolyte AU w/ Mae•A (SFW, ft. Qimir, narrative/character study, gen!fic) spurt#13

[mirkwoodshewolf]

A heavenly reunion pt. 2; Queen x reader

*Author's note*

And here's the last part of our last chapter of the Rock Angel series.

First of all I just wanna thank ALL OF YOU for your support. This was the FIRST fic I wrote that got me into the Queen/BoRhap fandom and (much like my Bad Wolf series) "Set it all free" was just gonna be a one-time oneshot. But YOU, the people on tumblr inspired me to make this into a series, so thanks to you guys for your lovely support of this series, cause without you, I don't know if I would've continued on after a few chapters till it might've caught up with "Set it all free". But thank you all, you guys are BEYOND AWESOME and I love each and every one of you.

Until the next update :)

ALSO LISTEN TO THE MUSIC CHOICES BELOW. CAUSE THIS PART IS A HEART-PULLER/TEAR-JERKER.

*Final ROCK ANGEL taglist (sniffles sadly)*

@plethora-of-things

@waddles03

@psychosupernatural

@ixchel-9275

@simonedk

@sparkleslightlyy

@starswin

@onebigfangirlworld

@labessieisallama

@naturalswifty89

@5sos-wdw

@isabella-bby

@ssa-sadboi

@bohemiansweede

@jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels

@queensdivas

@queendeakyy

@queen-paladin

@geek-and-proud

@wormzteef

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"(Y/n), (y/n)." I felt someone shake my arm gently trying to wake me up. I looked up and I turned to see Brian sitting by my bedside.

"What Bri?" I tiredly groaned.

"Come downstairs with me, there's someone else the guys and I want you to meet."

"Do I have to get dressed?"

"I think you'll be just fine love. C'mon." He helped me get up and wrapped an arm around my shoulders guiding me down the stairs since I was still bloody tired.

We soon arrived in the piano room right where I had first met David and Elton. The first thing I notice was the other three queens all grinning at me, like they were keeping something from me but wanted to tell me.

"What's going on here?" I asked wearily.

"Darling, as I'm sure Brian told you, we have some people we'd like you to meet." Freddie spoke up.

"Guys if it's any of the singers that have long passed before my time, I think I met them all last night at the concert."

"Well these two are artists you haven't met." He finished for me. At this point I was confused. It was then Roger spoke up.

"It took us several meetings with the 'Big man' himself, to allow you to meet these two who have been waiting an eternity to see you again."

"Again?" I asked. They all smiled widely at each other and that's when Deacy opened up the slide in door and two figures came walking in.

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Two figures I had not seen, in a very, very, very long time. The man looked to be in his mid-30's with shoulder length (h/c) and (e/c) eyes, he was semi built not overly muscular but not quite twig-like thin. The woman was around her early 30's if not late 20's the youngest being 28 with midback (h/c) and bright (e/c).

"Again." The man said. I was gaping, my body froze and I felt like collapsing there crying hysterically.

For standing there before me were none other than my parents.

"We've been waiting a long time for you (Y/n)," my mum started off.

"It's been far too long but now you're finally here." I felt a lump in my throat and my eyes began to fill with tears as I choked out.

"After all this time you two were both here just waiting for me to finally arrive just so that I can fall to the ground and cry hysterically. Dreaming of the day when I—I would try to figure out what to say to you both when I would see you if I ever saw you. And now it—it's finally happening. You two standing before me....." as I spoke, both my parents slowly walked toward me with soft eyes. "And I can't even......I just can't believe it. You two are actually here?"

"Yes my darling little cub, every day for your whole life." My mum said as she cupped my face in her hands. Tears of happiness glistened in her eyes as she praised me through a lump in her throat, "And we are so, so proud of you." I looked down but she still kept hold of my face.

"Oh mummy, daddy!" My mum immediately hugged me as tight as she could as we both wept. I nuzzled my face into her chest as she held onto me so tightly while stroking through my hair.

*3rd Person POV*

As they watched the two women hug each other, Freddie and Deacy who stood side by side each other couldn't help but have their hands over their hearts at such a moment. They all have heard the stories of her parents and whatever photos she had saved back home, so they knew what her parents looked like.

But now finally seeing (Y/n) reunite with the parents she had lost at such a young age, forced to being verbally abused by her aunt and uncle it was just heartwarming yet heartbreaking to see this touching and well-earned reunion.

After being tightly embraced and kissed beyond oblivion by her mum, (Y/n) felt a hand at her shoulder and saw it was her dad. He smiled and allowed his tears to fall as he embraced his daughter.

Roger and Brian, being the father figures for her down on earth were all smiles and teary eyed at seeing their surrogate daughter finally reunited with her real father once more. They had the privilege to help protect her in her young adult life, but they knew they'd never compare to the actual love this man had for his little girl.

(F/n) cupped his daughter's face gently in his strong, calloused hands and wiped away his daughter's tears before giving her a kiss on the nose, like he's done in the past. A move that Brian never knew her own father did, but was honored to have given (Y/n) a piece of affection that her real father had done.

By the end of it all, (Y/n) ended up sandwiches between her parents by the end as they were now on their knees. Her head buried into her father's chest as his arms were wrapped around her back while her mum rested her head against her daughter's and had her arms wrapped around her daughter's waist. (F/n) looked up at the four band members and said gratefully.

"Thank you." The four queens nodded and Deacy said.

"We'll give you three some privacy."

"No, please stay!" (Y/n) whimpered out. "I want my whole family here right now." At hearing that statement, who were the boys to deny their Rock Angel. With acceptance from the parents, the four men all got in on the group hug.

(Y/n) once more surrounded by the people that had loved her the most.

With some major convincing as well to bring her parents here to the 'Rock heaven' Queen and the Rock Angel had here, they also managed to move a quiet little cottage just up the road for (f/n) and (m/n) to live in.

When (y/n) and the boys went to visit the house, (y/n) was amazed to see that it looked exactly like her childhood home before she was forced into the hell house of her aunt and uncle. It was all the same, the tan wallpaper, the curtains, the bookshelves, the little TV, everything.

*My POV*

Wow, my parents and my boys together. I can't believe how lucky I am. Now my heaven really is the best of both worlds. And I never want to be away from it again.

We were all gathered around the dinner table for some well deserved breakfast. My mum was cooking in the kitchen with Deacy helping her out while me, my dad and Brian were setting up the table and as for Fred, Roger and my dad were out talking in the backyard.

"Breakfast is ready!" my mum called out from the window. Her and Deacy began bringing in the dishes and even Brian helped out with some of the biscuits.

"Mhm, mum this is so good. Just as I remembered breakfast being." As I took a bite of my pancakes.

"I'm glad you still love it dear. I was worried I had prepared it wrong."

"Nonsense, your cooking is superb (m/n) darling!" Freddie proclaimed.

"That's what I've always told you love." My dad said.

"You're just saying that because I was the cook of the family. Poor man can't even boil an egg without setting it on fire."

"Well that's one thing you and Rog have in common." Deacy teased.

"I got better didn't I?"

"Ten years later, the guy tried to poison us one time during our Japan tour." Brian spoke up.

"You know what Brian?" Roger started as Brian gave him a mocking look.

"Alright boys enough. No fighting at the table!" My mum scolded.

"Sorry Mrs. (l/n)." they both said. Even though they were technically older than my mum, she still had them on their toes. My mum maybe a sweetheart but I guess I inherited my fierceness from her. Screw with her and she blows up and attacks like a lioness.

"Anyways I can't tell you how proud we were of your performance last night (y/n)."

"You both saw the concert?"

"Of course. The Heaven rock and roll concert is open to everyone in heaven that has passed on. So long as you have a love for music and respect the artists that go up there, anyone is welcome to watch. And you were amazing up there love." My dad said.

"Taught her everything she knows, poor dear completely changed after I helped her gain some confidence to own the stage." Freddie said as he playfully ruffled my hair.

"Oh don't we know it, she was always such a shy girl." Mum said.

"Mum." I groaned out.

"In fact, wait right here." She stood up and went over to the bookshelf and pulled out a familiar red album book.

"Oh my god." I muttered.

"Now I have seen that you boys have been neglected in seeing your beloved Rock Angel in her childhood years."

"Mum, mum no!" I begged her. She then turned to Roger and said his name with a wide smile. "Mum, mum please don't!" It soon turned into an all breakout of me trying to take the album away before anyone could reach it, while my mum and the guys were all saying yes.

My mum and I were having a bit of tussle with her trying to give the album to Roger and me trying to stop it. But Roger soon intervened and grabbed the book and it was then I was screwed. I let out a groan and tapped out.

"Okay that's it, goodbye. I'm outta here."

"Oh no you don't, come back here dear." I was pulled back by Fred who kept me in his lap as the album was opened and the guys all either pulled pictures out from the album or passed the book along. My parents each explaining what either photo meant or how old I was in the picture.

Freddie had the picture of me petting a goat and riding a pony. He fawned over the pictures and flipped it over to see that those pictures were from my 5th birthday at petting zoo that was located on a farm about 20 miles away from our house.

"She always wanted to be a ballerina when she was 3 years old." My mum explained as Deacy soon turned a picture over to show me a picture of 3 year old me in a princess tiara and ballerina outfit and tutu. Giving me that pouty face of his almost as if saying 'look at you baby sister.'

"That girl never took that leotard and tutu off for a straight week. Even slept in it every night." I buried my face into my hands as I heard the boys laugh.

Oh god this was embarrassing!

This is why I never wanted the boys to see this album but I should've known that if my parents were in heaven, they'd have this album with them.

I don't know how long the torture was but I was relieved when it finally ended. Of course the boys kept fawning of just how adorable I was and why I kept the fact that I was such a cute child from them this long.

"Alright you all done now?" I asked impatiently as I finally stood up from Fred's lap.

"Oh come off it love, do you have any idea how long we have waited to see these pictures?" Brian stated.

"Too damn long. Now I've got eternal blackmailing against you sister dear." Deacy tormented as he came over to me and got me in a headlock and gave me a noogie.

"Mum! Deacy's trying to blackmail me!" I whined out.

"Tattletale." He grumbled.

"Now, now Deacy don't go blackmailing my daughter." My mum stated firmly as she and Brian began cleaning up the now finished breakfast plates and pans.

"Sorry Mrs. (L/n)." Deacy said. But Roger stood up and whispered something in Deacy's ear and I could see the mischief in both their eyes as they shook hands with each other.

God I only knew trouble was going to come from this, whatever it was that they had planned.

As the day went on, we were back at Garden Lodge studios merely relaxing under the warm sun out in the gardens. I was sitting with Brian and Freddie going over our next concert game plan for tonight's show.

Occasionally I was petting either Bucky or Freddie's two cats Oscar and Romeo who were lying right side by side with Bucky. While Roger and Deacy were playing frisbee with Sammy.

"Something troubling you darling?" asked Freddie. I turned toward him and Brian who were both looking at me concerned.

"I guess."

"You guess?" questioned Brian.

"This may sound silly but....how do you check in on the family and friends you've left behind?"

"You miss Jack and the kids, don't you?" Freddie said. I looked down solemnly.

"It was just so painful for them to see me as I was in my final years. I—just want to make sure they're all okay, especially Jack." They nodded and that's when Freddie said.

"There is a way. Come with me darling." He stood up and helped me onto my feet and we walked back to the house.

We were up in the basement studio and said as he stood in front of the window separating the booth and the lounge area with the controls.

"If at any time we need to see the ones we love, the way to them is through the thing we love. Touch the glass and it'll show your heart's desire." I looked at him like he was crazy but he just nodded telling me to do it. I placed my hand on the glass and said.

"I'd like to see my husband and children, please." Soon the glass shined a light and soon an image of Jack came up.

He was lying in what looked like a hospital bed and I saw our four kids surrounding him, looking like they were about to break down crying.

"Jack." I muttered sadly. "Is he....."

"I don't know darling. He may or he may not. We cannot determine that. All we can do is watch. It pains me because I had to live it so many times seeing you, the lads, David, Elton and my family pass on."

"But he promised me he'd watch out for them after I was gone."

"Guess he couldn't live without the love of his life." The image then disappeared leaving me feel empty and heartbroken. "Oh (y/n)." he softly cooed before I felt his arms wrap around me and I buried my face into his chest as I softly wept.

By around supper time we were back at my parent's place all getting ready to sit down and eat. I was sitting between my dad and Roger while in front of me was Deacy.

I was currently piddling around with my mashed potatoes suddenly not having an appetite after what I had just witnessed.

"Everything okay love?" I heard Roger say.

"Hmm." I hummed.

"Use your words baby girl, now c'mon what's going on?" asked my dad.

"I—I guess I'm not in the mood for potatoes."

"I've got a nice apple pie cooling in the kitchen." Suggested my mum.

"No thanks mum." I set my fork down and sighed solemnly as I leaned against my chair. Before any other questions could be asked we heard the doorbell ring. I felt Rog gently tuck a strand of hair behind my ear before standing up giving me a gentle peck on the top of my head and heading towards the door.

I felt my dad wrap his arm around me allowing me to lean against him.

"Hey (y/n)." I heard Roger say. I looked up at my dad and he told me to go on before kissing the top of my head just like Rog did and I walked from the kitchen over to the front hallway. "Someone's here to see you." He stepped aside and standing there was Jack.

He looked about the exact age when I first met him. The short sandy blonde hair, same outfit, and those same gentle greenish-blue eyes that made my knees grow week.

"Hey (y/n)." I walked right up to him and didn't say a word. "I—god I didn't expect to be here like this but.....look at you. It's like you hadn't aged a day. I—" I gave him a firm slap across the face. He looked at me in shock and I snapped.

"I thought you promised to take care of our kids! The grandkids!"

"I'm sorry but I....when I told you on the day we sailed to Capri for our honeymoon that I would die rather than live a lifetime without you, I literally meant it. I did try to be strong but the stress of the press of them bringing you up. Hounding our children and grandchildren just....." I cut him off by cupping his face and kissing him.

He was stunned for a moment but he relaxed as I felt his arms wrap around my waist and he deepened the kiss. I felt him pick me up and spin me around along the front porch before finally setting me down.

"I've missed you." I whispered.

"I've missed you. I've missed you soo much." I could just see the pain in his eyes. He wasn't just meaning after my death. Since he's had to suffer for 3 years due to my dementia making my mind deteriorate, making me forget him most days or who our kids were. He cupped the side of my face and captured my lips once more.

"So this is the young boy who stole my little girl's heart in the end?" we were forced to separate as not only my parents but the rest of Queen now stood by the front door entrance. Jack looked at my mum and dad wide eyed and said.

"Are—are those two....."

"Jack darling, there are two very special people you haven't met yet. I'd like you to meet my mother (m/n) and father (f/n). Mum, dad this is Jack." Mum was the first one to walk up to Jack with a warm smile.

"So this is the famous Jack Kline. Let me get a good look at you," she placed her hands on his shoulders forcing him to separate from me just a bit as she observed him. She nodded and said with a warm smile, "I'm glad I can finally say this to you in person (Y/n), you definitely picked yourself a handsome young man."

"Thanks mum."

"Thank you Mrs.—"

"Please Jack we're family. Call me mum." She said as she gently cupped the side of his face. He smiled and said.

"Okay.....mom." She hugged him and even though he was at first shocked, he gladly embraced my mum back.

After their embrace he came back towards me and he whispered in my ear, "You look so much like her."

"That's what the guys have been saying all day." I whispered back.

"So glad to see you here with us Jack darling." Freddie said.

"Freddie!" Jack said happily as the two of them hugged each other. Freddie kissed both of my husband's cheeks and said.

"You've done good Jack dear. I've been watching you along with that beautiful wife of yours. And thank you for naming your last baby after me."

"It was really (y/n)'s idea. I just agreed to it. It—felt right at the time."

"Well I appreciate it nonetheless." Jack then turned to Brian who smiled at my husband and the two of them embraced each other as Brian also ruffled my husband's hair.

"Good to see you again Jack."

"And you too Brian. It wasn't the same without you. I still never got the chance to beat you at Scrabble."

"And you never will." Brian bragged.

"It's true my dear, even I have yet to beat him once again, you bastard!" Freddie pipped in. When Jack finally turned towards Deacy, I thought he was going to just breakdown.

"Jack."

"Deacy, I—is it......"

"Who else did you expect, John Lennon?" Jack softly choked out a laugh before Deacy brought him into a hug. I couldn't help but awe at the sweet reunion.

I knew Jack had waited so long to be reunited with his brother, his mentor and dearest friend.

He blamed himself after Deacy's death thinking had he been there for him more, he could've somehow prevented him from dying, even when I assured him that there wasn't anything he nor I could do.

So this was his closure, and I was happy to see that he got it.

After they separated from each other, Deacy playfully ruffed Jack's hair much like Brian did in that typical 'big brother' kind of way.

"I'm sorry. If I—had I know I could've....."

"Hey, it wasn't your fault okay Jack. Listen to me, okay? None of it was your doing. You understand that?" he nodded and embraced Deacy once more.

"I missed you Deacy."

"And I missed you too, my little protegee." It was then the only person he had yet to meet face to face was my dad.

My dad approached him and eyed him up and down as well as circled around him a few times like a lion circling its prey before going for the kill.

"I have seen everything that's happened with my little girl." He told him straight forward.

"E-everything?" Jack choked out nervously.

"Oh yes, everything. But if I had to say out of any guy that tried to win my baby girl's hand. I'm glad it was you son." It seemed to ease Jack's nervousness that was until, "and I was thankful to have another set of eyes looking after my little girl the way I would see fit of the situation, don't you agree Roger?"

"Indeed (f/n)." Roger stated smugly as the two of them clasped hands with each other.

"Dad!" I whined out which made both my real and surrogate fathers chuckle. "But we don't need to worry about this one. He's a good chap."

"Alright enough with the interrogation. Now that we have an extra guest, let's adjust the table and get him some good quality food." I smiled and we all returned back inside for a good meal and some long catching up and family bonding.

Now I won't deny it but I refuse to state that Jack finally got his wish of seeing all of my baby pictures and of course the guys wanted another look at them along with Jack as both my parents told every embarrassing story they could remember from when I was 2 till before the crash.

About a month later the theme for this coming concert was a 'cover performance'. Each artist got the chance to do an entire set based off of their own cover versions of different artists songs. The boys and I got to do songs from Bowie, Elvis, and the Beatles and right now we were gonna take things down a notch.

Brian and I stood by the piano, me sitting on top of it and he sitting at the benches.

"Right first of all we'd like to thank you all once again for coming to see us, it's really been a blast. This next song was written by the wonderful, talented and legend Diana Ross. This song was written for an animated film that hit number 1 in Japan. This is 'If we hold on together'." Brian then began playing the piano and he looked right up at me as he began the song first.

PLAY VIDEO

I joined in on the second bridge staring right back at him before the two of us joined in together in a beautiful duet. His high range angelic voice and my mellow but soft alto voice blended like a beautiful concoction.

*Brian*

Don't lose your way With each passing day You've come so far Don't throw it away

Live believing Dreams are for weaving Wonders are waiting to start *Me*

Live your story Faith, hope and glory Hold to the truth in your heart

*Both*

If we hold on together I know our dreams will never die Dreams see us through to forever The clouds roll by For you and I

Bri and I touched forehead with each other smiling lovingly at each other. The spotlight shined once again but this time on Roger as he lead the next verse gently beating on the drums before being accompanied by Freddie's voice.

*Roger*

Souls in the wind Must learn how to bend Seek out a star Hold on to the end Valley, mountain There is a fountain Washes our tears all away Waves are swaying Somebody is praying Please let us come home to stay

*Roger and Freddie*

If we hold on together I know our dreams will never die Dreams see us through to forever As clouds roll by For you and I

Freddie soon took over for a brief solo, his powerful voice moving the crowd before Rog and Bri joined in. Showing off the three voices that helped make most of the Queen songs as powerful as they were.

*Freddie*

When we are out there in the dark We'll dream about the sun *Freddie, Brian and Roger*

In the dark we'll feel the light Warm our hearts, everyone

Much like Deacy always did whenever they performed Liar, he came right up beside me up close to my mic and the two of us sung together the brief duet before the other three members joined in. And I couldn't help but wrap my arm around my big brother as the two of us sang, and I even felt his arm go around my waist as out heads touched each other's lovingly.

But as we reached the final part of the song, Freddie and Roger joined Brian, Deacy and I at the piano. The five of us coming back together as a family as our voices sung in perfect harmony.

*Me and Deacy*

If we hold on together I know our dreams will never die *All*

Dreams see us through to forever As high as souls can fly The clouds roll by For you and I

We all looked at each other before finally embracing each other in a loving group hug. I patted Roger and Deacy's backs rubbing them as the crowd roared with applause and if anyone had no heart, I'm betting everyone was probably crying, just like we all were at this very moment.

"I love you guys." I said to them into my microphone.

(A/N GO TO 1:37)

The five of us were gathered at the top of a cliffside hill right by the old oak tree with a swing set that once was near my childhood home back on Earth. We all were sat along the edge of small cliff just looking out toward the sky, speaking not a word just enjoying the company of just being together.

As the sun began to rise, the guys all looked down at me and I looked up at them. All four of them just smiling lovingly down at me. Brian pulled me up onto his lap resting his chin on my head, giving it a kiss, Roger rested his head against my left shoulder wrapped his arm around me as he nuzzled against my head kissing my cheek or temple every now and then, I soon felt two different pressures on my lap.

I looked down to see Freddie and Deacy laying head to head of each other on my lap. I stroked through their hairs and down their faces and I felt each of them kiss either my palm or the back of my hand. While they each lifted up a hand to caress my face or wipe away a hidden happy tear that wanted to escape.

This is how I wanted every post-concert performance, every day, every eternity to be like. Here with the four boys that weren't just rockstars to me, but family.

If there was anything I had to say about all of this; if you had told me to describe my life in three simple words, I would always tell you this.

Best. Internship. Ever.

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They Realise They Are In Love With You

Kiro X Reader, Gavin X Reader, Victor X Reader, Lucien X Reader, Shaw X Reader

Requested: Anon

Request: Headcanons of how Victor, Shaw, Kiro, Lucien, and Gavin would realise their feelings for reader?

Kiro

🎤 Kiro had always found it easy to get along with people, it was part of his job after all but actually making friends with someone was something that was far more difficult, when he met you for work (you designed a lot of his looks) he realized that there might be something more when he actually looked forward to working with you. 🎤 “Are you short-sighted or far-sighted?” “Huh?” “I’ve seen you wear glasses in your dressing room and around set short or far?” “Short.” “Will having your glasses in your outfit help?” “Yeah… Actually, that would be really helpful.” 🎤 No one had ever asked his opinion about anything to do with his career, he often had to demand things, but they were never usually made with him in mind. Her was forced to cut things out of his diet and you would often supply him with the snacks he missed while he was in the chair  🎤 The moment he realised that he was in love with you was the moment that he realised that you protected him more than you did yourself.

No matter how close Kiro was with someone he always worried about that chance that they would betray him so whenever he heard a team member's name on the news or saw their name in print, he worried that something about him had been sold to the media. It was one of the days that he had been told to rest up, he was lying across his sofa scrolling through his phone, some movie playing in the background, his eyes fell on the report that centered around you and him. There were pictures of the two of you outside of work, you had been spending more time together and it seemed that you weren’t being as discreet as he had hoped.

Kiro quickly skimmed the article and found that you had refused to talk to anyone, there was a short video attached to the article that showed their attempts at interviewing you and much to Kiro displeasure that were more than a little bit physical, he almost begged for you to tell them something so that they would leave you alone, the video ended with you seeming to get away from them but that wasn’t good enough for him, he threw on some clothes and headed to your place to check on you.

He knocked on the door and waited for you to answer, when you opened the door your eyes widened “I was just about to call you.” You informed him, his eyes moving over your body looking for any indication of injury. “I’m sorry about that article I haven’t ruined anything for you have I?” 

“What?” He asked eyes moving back to connect with yours as he stepped closer “you haven’t ruined anything, are you hurt?” He asked.

“Hurt?” You asked.

“I saw the video, they pushed you around a little bit, are you hurt?” He explained as he took your hands looking over them, it was then that he saw the brace on your wrist. “You are hurt.” 

“Just a sprain, I’ll be fine.” You promised and he frowned, it was here in this moment that he realised how important you are to him, he hated seeing you hurt and he never wanted to leave you if this was what was going to happen.

“I promise I’m never going to let this happen again, you’re too important.” He said as you laughed and stepped to the side allowing him in.

“Kiro, there are other costume designers and hair and makeup specialists.” You reminded him.

“I know that but that’s not what I meant.” He said as he gently took your face in his hand. “You're important in a different way.” He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. “Don’t worry I’ll show you and while you didn’t say anything you leant into his touch not at all deterred by the kiss he pressed to your head.

Gavin 

🍃 Gavin is one of the most emotionally constipated people you will ever meet, mostly because he doesn’t see why anyone would ever want him. You never understood that he was kind and protective. Anyone would be crazy to let him go. 🍃 When you first became friends he was sure that you were going to disappear from his life when you realised that he wasn’t all that interesting but no matter what he talked about you always seemed fascinated. 🍃 “I’ll be home soon” “Good I miss you, be careful.” “I always am, see you later.” “See you later, love you.”  🍃 You and Gavin had been dating for a month and he hadn’t said that he loved you despite the fact you reminded him that you loved him every day. He had been on a pretty long mission and expected to go home and crash on the sofa, he had completely forgotten that he had given you a key in case you went out and his place was closer than yours.

Gavin kicked off his shoes and dropped his bag on the floor, he walked into the kitchen, hoping to find something to eat before heading off to bed if he even made it that far. Gavin opened his fridge and frowned, he swore it was more stocked up than it had been when he left, he noticed the small tupperware box with a note on it and took it out ‘dinner… I know that you won’t eat otherwise. - (Y/N)’. He gave a soft chuckle before taking the food and putting it in the microwave to heat up. As he waited for his food to heat up he realised that the TV was still playing in the living room, he walked into the living room to see you asleep on the sofa, he walked over to you and crouched in front of you gently moving your hair from your face. Your eyes fluttered open and you smiled softly “your back.” You said softly.

“What are you doing out here?” He asked.

“Well, I was waiting for you, I wanted to make sure that you were okay when you got back and I fell asleep out here I guess.” You answered with a shrug.

“Why don’t you go to the bedroom, you can change into one of my shirts if you want… I’ll be there in a minute.” He suggested and you shook your head. 

“I don’t want to intrude, I just wanted to make sure that you were okay.” You stretched and stood up.

“Where are you going?” Gavin asked.

“Home.” You answered.

“Right… You're not doing that.” He argued as he watched you rub your eyes and yawn again and he realised just how much he loved you “I love you but that’s the stupidest idea you’ve ever had.” 

“Huh?” You asked.

“It's almost 2am and I'm not letting you go home.” He finally said and you sighed before sitting back on the sofa, he walked into the kitchen grabbing his food from the microwave, when he walked back in and sat down next to you, he started eating, it wasn’t long before you fell asleep, he glanced over at your sleeping face and smiled before pressing a kiss to your forehead and carrying you to bed with him.

Yeah he was sure that he loved you, you were the one that had taken his heart and he’d do anything to protect you.

Victor 

⌚ Victor liked to pretend that he had no time for things like love and so he never looked for it but as we all know Victor liked to bend the truth in his favour. ⌚ You appeared in Victor's life very abruptly, and his love for you developed in the same manner. He doesn’t know for sure when his feelings changed when you changed from an annoying coworker to an ideal partner in work and in life. ⌚ Victor was hard to please, he was aware of this, so he found it impressive that you had managed to make yourself the main focus of his day when he was actively trying to concentrate on something else. ⌚ “Hello?” “I swear I’m on my way, I’m just running a little bit late.” “Mm, are you okay?” “Y-yeah I’m just around the corner.” “You're lucky that I don’t have any meetings after this. I’ll wait.” 

Goldman led you to Victor's office like you hadn’t been there a million times but this time he was a little worried about you, you were wearing a face mask and you looked a little frazzled “are you sure you're okay?” He asked for what must have been the 3rd or 4th time.

“Yeah… I just have to attend this meeting then I’ll go home and rest up.” You nodded and he sighed.

“Maybe you can tell him that you're not well.” He suggested.

“I can’t postpone this, if I do we can start the new project, at least I can trust the others to get started on planning even if I’m sick.” You explained.

“This is going to end terribly.” Goldman mumbled to himself as he knocked on the door announcing your arrival and then allowing you into the office.

“You had better have a brilliant presentation considering you're late.” Victor said as he continued writing on the documents in front of him before stacking them and putting them to the side.

“Sorry about that.” You said after clearing your throat and handing him the report he had requested before sitting in front of his desk ready to start the meeting. Victor finally looked up at you and frowned. 

“What’s wrong with you?” He asked.

“What?” You asked.

“Are you sick?” He asked, glancing at the face mask and your droopy eyes. He stood from his seat walking around the desk to put his hand over the top of your head “you have a fever. What are you doing out of bed?” 

“We had a meeting.” You mumbled, he shook his head.

“Idiot.” He muttered, as he crouched next to you “it doesn’t matter how important the meeting is the only way that you are going to be able to run your company efficiently is if you are taken care of.” He pulled you from the seat effortlessly.

“I can get home myself.” You informed him “you shouldn't be this close to me, you might get sick.” 

“You can’t get home on your own, you clearly need someone to take care of you dummy.” He muttered.

Victor took you back to his place so that he could keep an eye on you, he was working at his desk in his bedroom every time that you moved he worried, his eyes watching you until you settled again, he knew that he’d have to wake you in a moment to get you to eat something and take some medicine. He realised that he really couldn’t wait for you to get better he hated how quiet you were, he’s never cared for someone like this and as he made the soup that he was going to give to you he knew that he loved you and there was nothing else that he could do but tell you when you were well enough to understand.

Lucien 

🔬 You were just a neighbour for a long while, that is until one night when he bumped into you and you started talking. You started leaving small meals and presents on special occasions when you noticed that he started early and ended late. 🔬 His real interest in you started when you asked him what he did for work and immediately called him out on the lie. 🔬 “You’re a liar.” “Excuse me?” “Well you bend the truth, the lab isn’t your only work is it?” “What’s gotten you so curious, hmm?” “Don’t dodge the question.” “I can’t answer that right now… Will you wait until I can?” 🔬 Lucien should have moved after that conversation, it wouldn’t have taken much to distance himself from you, but he never did. He told himself that it was curiosity, a scientific experiment but the truth is he fell for you that day, it just took far longer for him to realise it.

The problem rose when those in Black Swan noticed Lucien’s distraction, he wasn’t completely dedicated to his mission anymore and you were the problem. You were going to be easy to get rid of so they sent two agents to make you disappear. You had been at home cooking when there was a knock at your door, you walked over to the door opening it, you didn’t even get halfway through opening it before it was kicked, knocking you back and causing you to let out a noise of pain. “(Y/N) (L/N)?” One of the men in front of you asked.

“She's nothing special.” the other said “guess she won’t be that difficult to get rid of.”

“Is that what you thought?” You all looked behind them and saw Lucien standing at your door “I heard you cry out and thought I’d check on you.”

“Lucien?” You asked as he lifted his hand a force field appearing around you

“You will leave her be.” Lucien ordered and they looked at you before looking at him.

“Hades ordered-” 

“Do you value your life?” Lucien asked. They both nodded “then I suggest you leave now! And you tell Hades to talk to me if he has a problem with this.” They both back away as Lucien stood the side allowing them both to leave before he moved over to you the force field flickering away as he took your face in his hands. “Did they harm you?” 

“What is going on?” You asked.

“My other job comes with some danger.” He answered.

“What did they come looking for me?” You asked.

“It seems that you’ve distracted me more than I thought.” He answered as he helped you stand one hand still bracketing your face.

“I… What?” You asked.

“The time I’ve been spending with you, has not gone unnoticed by those I work with.” He explained. “There’s something about you that makes me want to spend all of my time with you.” 

“Lucien?” You asked.

“I’ll explain everything some other time all you need to know for now is that you are the most important thing to me, I need you to be safe, will you promise that you’ll stay safe?” He asked.

“I promise Lucien.” You nodded “I promise.” 

Shaw

🛹 Shaw literally bumped into you on the way around the Uni campus but after that interaction he noticed you everywhere that he went. 🛹 “Are you following me?” “What?” “You’re everywhere I am, are you following me?” “Honestly I don’t even know your name, lady.” “(Y/N).” “Huh?” “Names (Y/N).” “Shaw.” “See you round stalker.” “I’m not stalking you.”  🛹 Shaw enjoyed a joke so every chance he got he jumped out on you and before long you were close friends, he helped you study and flaunted his amazing grades in your face all the time. 🛹 He realised that you might be more than a friend when you were selected to go to another country for study purposes and you went, he wasn’t going with you and the whole time that you weren’t there he was insufferable and he would not admit that it was because he missed you.

You were getting off the plane when you realised how much you missed home, you took your phone out of airplane mode and texts started coming through from Shaw informing you that he had managed to get hold of a car to come pick you up, you smiled at the message before informing him that you were getting your bags.

The moment that you walked out of the gate, his eyes were on you, you waved at him and he walked over taking a bag from you and wrapping an arm around your shoulder, he surprised you by leaning down and whispering “missed you more than I thought I would.” 

“I missed you too.” You admitted and he took your hand leading you back to the car. You both settled in the car and for a second it was quiet, Shaw had music playing in the background but it was comfortable. “Oh!” 

“What?” Shaw asked glancing at you.

“I picked up some sweets that we can try together when we get back to the dorms.” You said as you pulled out packets a huge smile on your face.

“You are so cute sometimes.” He smiled as he took your hand in his.

“Did you just call me cute?” You asked. “Did something happen while I was gone?” 

“I realised something, that's all.” He answered.

“What?” You asked.

“I know that you can figure that out.” He teased.

“What? Can you atleast give me a clue?” You asked.

“Mm.” He hummed, he stopped at the red light leaning over to you and pressing a quick yet passionate kiss to your lips. “There.” 

“Umm.” Your face was completely red as you stayed frozen in your seat. “Is this a joke?”

“Would it be better if it was?” He asked.

“I would be a pretty bad joke.” You informed him and he smirked.

“Lucky it’s not a joke.” He squeezed the hand that he was holding and continued home.

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[beneathashadytree]

STIFF - GAVIN BAI X READER

Warnings : semi-nudity, gets a little steamy towards the end but nothing NSFW, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : domestic fluff, a little spicy at the end though!

Word count : 1.1K words

Synopsis : Shower time with Gavin could become an interesting thing in the future.

Additional notes : this is completely based off those new karmas that dropped in the CN server (I am SWEATING!!) and not at all proofread lmfao. I dedicate this one to my beloved Cheri, who’s been tirelessly working on making content all the time, and who always deserves the special treatment with some Gavin loving ❤️ @cheri-translates hope you enjoy this! Sending you all the love ❤️

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A mild curse and a hiss came from the bathroom, causing them to look up from their seat in front of the coffee table, where they’d been lounging in the soft silken robe provided by the inn, with a nice warm mug of chamomile tea cradled in their hands. Setting the mug down on a coaster with something akin to worry on their face, they pushed themselves up to pad across the sitting room and to where the sound had come from.

They knocked twice on the door, tentatively calling out, “Gavin? Everything okay in there?”

“Um, yeah,” came his reply, a few seconds too late to be reassuring, the waver in his voice only convincing them more that something was wrong.

Their frown deepened. “I’m coming in,” they announced, barely waiting for his choked complaints and the sounds of rustling before entering.

He coughed a little awkwardly, and through the vapor filling the shower cubicle they could see his silhouette scrambling to pull a towel around his waist.

“A few seconds of warning would’ve been nice,” he managed to say, although they could almost envision his red-tinged cheeks as he did.

With a chortle, they rolled their eyes, “Nothing I haven’t seen before,” they settled down on a small wooden bench in the corner of the bathroom, “You alright? You sounded like you were having some trouble in there.”

“Er, not exactly.”

“Gavin.”

The stern voice they were using against him wasn’t one they were unaccustomed to using; after all, their boyfriend was prone to hiding injuries and the like under the pretense of being fine, and only when they used this tone did he usually crumble and admit the truth.

“Y-yes?” he sounded a little hesitant now, almost as though he were already aware that there was little he could do to prevent them from weaseling the truth out of him.

With a resigned sigh, they pushed up from their seat, “I’m getting in with you, you infuriating man. Have to check for myself.”

“No need for that, honest,” Gavin rushed to protest, and they could see the vague outline of his palms pressing against the cubicle’s door handle, “It’s just a pulled muscle. I’m a bit stiff, that’s all.”

Eyeing the door skeptically, they asked again, “Are you sure?”

“I promise,” his voice softened at that, just barely audible over the sound of the shower running, before he added, “It’s only because I was trying to wash my hair that I twisted in an odd position, I think.”

“Fine,” they relented, but still walked up to where he stood, “But don’t stop me from getting in with you.”

“Why?” he had a confused look on his face, but he seemed to not have much of a protest against them, seeing as he’d removed his hand from the handle.

They didn’t bother giving him an answer, opting to slide the door open and step in under the warm drizzle with him. The brunette looked a little surprised as they did, taking in their attire of choice, and watching as they quickly got drenched under the showerhead where they fumbled around.

“You’re soaked to the skin,” he worriedly pointed out, all care for his semi-nudity thrown out of the window as he reached out to them, “You’ll catch cold if you get out like this.”

“I won’t,” they insisted, “I’ll dress into your shirt or something,” they turned to him with the opened bottle of shampoo in their hand, “Can you bend down a little?”

“Ah,” Gavin finally realized what they were up to, a light blush dusting his cheeks as he obeyed, before he thought back on what they’d said before that, “But what about pants? You can’t walk around without any.”

Though a good part of them wanted to ask him why on earth couldn’t they, and torture him through having to answer, they only quipped, “Well, my boyfriend happens to be almost six feet tall, and practically any shirt I steal from him happens to serve as a dress.”

Just as they suspected, Gavin only blushed harder to the tips of his ears as they began to lather his hair, seemingly more than pleased with the idea of them dressed in his clothes. It was rather amusing to watch him still get flustered over the smallest of things, even after being together for quite a long while. Though they had to admit, as they gently massaged his scalp, this almost-showering together was a step forward they wish they’d taken sooner.

With deft hands, they conditioned the thin strands, making sure to be careful as they untangled the knots in his hair courtesy of the wind. His normally-alert amber eyes were heavy-lidded in relaxation, and he let out a delightfully soft noise from the back of his throat that showed just how much he was enjoying the treatment—a sound that they admittedly found a little too distractingly delicious to be able to ignore.

Feeling their own cheeks warm up as they rinsed his hair, they were suddenly all-too-aware of how the water ran down Gavin’s body, every drop tracing the planes of his taut muscles and descending below where his towel hung dangerously low. The view was almost tantalizing, and they had the sudden urge to cross their legs at the thought.

Brought back to their senses as they saw him slowly sweep his fringe to the side and stand upright, they returned the showerhead to its place with burning cheeks as their thoughts continued to race south.

Their boyfriend furrowed his eyebrows, not quite able to decipher the silence and leaning in a little closer to eye their expression closely, “What’s wrong?”

Clearing their throat, they turned their back to him, feeling more than just a little flustered under his intense gaze and pretending to reorganize the bottles to the side.

“How about we… have a little fun in the shower?”

A moment passed without a response, the only sound interrupting the silence being that of the drizzling water. Before they could turn around and check they hadn’t stunned him into fainting, a strong pair of arms wrapped around their waist, and his low breathing was louder than before as his head dropped.

“I’m not entirely opposed to the idea,” came a soft murmur, his freshly-cleaned hair tickling the side of their jaw as his lips softly pressed against the warm skin of their neck.

And as one of Gavin’s arms reached out to press against the foggy glass of the cubicle while his other calloused hand began to slowly push their drenched robe off their shoulder, they knew that they would be making joint showers a frequent thing very soon.

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Last Christmas //Draco Malfoy

Request:  hii can you do like a draco x reader (preferably pre-voldy lol) where draco is spending christmas at the manor and the reader is sad because she knows how much he hates it there so on christmas she comes to the manor to surprise him and he’s just really happy and it’s rly cute and fluffy

A/N: Happy Holidays! I hope you enjoy this little oneshot, I find it quite cute and comforting. It is a bit similar to my Ron one, but adorable all the same. Also, it's snowing where I am!!!!

Summary: Y/N surprise visits Draco on Christmas morning.

Warning(s): None. Fluff.

Word Count: 1k

{Not my gif}

Y/N stood outside of the doors of the Malfoy Manor. It was early in the morning, December twenty-fifth, and snow was falling fast. She knew her boyfriend and his family were just beyond those doors, and she couldn’t wait to get inside. However, she was nervous. She had decided to surprise Draco with her presence because before he had left Hogwarts, he’d mentioned that Christmases at his home were rather bleak. This was evident from just the tree in the window. It was completely white and decorated with black ornaments. While it certainly matched that Malfoy’s aesthetic, it didn’t spark that pure joy that most trees do. Y/N couldn’t help but wonder if the rest of the home was even decorated.

But to find that out, she’d have to knock. Inhaling deeply, she raised her fist and rapped her knuckles against the wood. Scuffling was heard from within the manor, and she prepared herself to be greeted by Mr. Malfoy. Yet, to her shock, the doors opened to reveal none other than Draco. He was dressed in a dark green crew neck sweater paired with black pants. His hair was wavy, as if he’d just gotten out of bed. Y/N thought he looked downright adorable.

When he registered, it was her standing on his doorstep, his face lit up.  “Y/N! What’re you doing here? Nevermind that, get inside. It’s freezing out there,” he said while ushering her into the foyer. He then shut the doors,  brushed the snow off her shoulders, and helped her out of her coat. All while still in shock that she was here, but also in caring-boyfriend mode. Y/N smiled up at him and held out her arms.

“Surprise! Happy Christmas,” she said happily. Draco shook his head in amazement and brought her into his warm embrace, where he squeezed her tight.

“How did you even—” he was cut off by a voice from further within the manor.

“Draco,” it called; it sounded feminine. “Who is it?” they asked. Y/N assumed it must be his mother, Narcissa. Draco’s face grew grim, and Y/N could tell he was panicking.

“Will they be upset?” she asked him. Regret was starting to build in her stomach. But Draco shook his head vehemently.

“Doesn’t matter, it’s Christmas, and frankly, I don’t care if they don’t want you here because I want you here. And you’re not leaving no matter what they say, okay?” he assured her, kissing her head and rubbing her arms. Then, he took her hand, led her into the home, turned a corner, and entered the dining room where his parents sat. They were eating a lavish spread of food but had very little on their personal plates.

“Mother, Father, this is my girlfriend. Y/N, these are my parents,” he introduced her. Y/N, unsure of what to say, waved her hand. The Malfoys, however, didn’t wave back. An awkward silence hung in the air before Draco cleared his throat. “We’ll be in the front sitting room,” he told them firmly. Narcissa nodded her head and turned back to her food. Her husband, Lucius, glared at the couple as they walked out of the room.

Draco gripped her hand tightly and led her all the way to a tall room wherein the center sat the Christmas tree Y/N had seen in the window. Beneath it sat only a few presents. Around the room were various chairs and side tables, all adorned with lamps and tablecloths. It was very clean, very stiff. Not Christmas-like at all. Draco let her go and walked over to a long table with a black record player sitting on top of it. He turned it on and gently guided the arm to the now spinning disk. There was momentary static before Last Christmas by Wham! began playing. Y/N smiled as her boyfriend walked over to her, his body bouncing. He held out his arm.

“May I have this dance?” he asked a smirk on his lips. Y/N giggled, placed her hand in his, and was promptly pulled to his chest. “Oh!” she yelped. But Draco only laughed as he lifted her arm and spun her around. Y/N began humming along to the melody as he pulled her around the room.

"Last Christmas, I gave you my heart, but the very next day, you gave it away,” Draco sang. Y/N’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. But she soon joined in while the boy yanked her towards his chest.

“This year, to save me from tears, I’ll give it to someone special.” The pair repeated the chorus as they danced around the room together, smiles plastered onto their faces. Y/N’s heart felt so full. Just seeing her lover laughing and grinning on what, in the past, has been a sad day for him made her believe her goal was met. She quit singing after the second chorus, but Draco kept going until the song ended and the next one began. Y/N’s head was now resting on his chest as they hugged each other, swaying side to side.

“I’d give you my heart,” he said suddenly. Y/N chuckled at him.

“Does that make me someone special?” she replied, making Draco laugh as well.

“I’d say so,” he agreed. Then he planted a kiss on Y/N's head while squeezing her tight. “Thank you for coming, darling. I really appreciate it.” She lifted her head and gazed up at her boyfriend. His eyes were tender, and he had a double chin from looking down. She instinctively reached up and poked it, making a ‘boop’ sound. Draco, being the drama queen he was, rolled his eyes and let his head fall backward. “You’re an absolute child, you know that?”

“Yeah, but you love me,” Y/N retorted. Her lover nodded and smiled softly. He was looking at her as if she was the only person in the world.

“I do. I love you very much. And for the record, I’d never give you away,” Draco joked. Y/N gave him a look of confusion. “Your heart,” he said. She realized he was still referring to the song. With a groan, she pushed away from him and crossed her arms. Draco couldn’t control his laughter and even bent over from it.

“Who’s the child now, huh?” Y/N teased. But she felt fuzzy inside from his words. She knew she’d made the right choice by coming to the manor today. The genuine smile on Draco’s face was worth it. He was worth it.

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Rizzo

Oneshot about how Sirius obtained his motorcycle. Prompt by @daylily-evans.

I should add, to all my non-UK readers, I use the word f*g in this as a slang word for cigarette, which is what it’s commonly used for over here, especially at the time the oneshot was set. I tried not to use it, but eventually it was impossible, and unrealistic, for the characters to not use it, so I apologise for the use of the word and I promise in this context it is not a slur word, and is only a slang word for cigarette. Anyway, hope you enjoy!

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~

When Sirius graduated Hogwarts, he really had no idea what he wanted to do. Short-term wise, he wanted to go on missions for the Order, help out in any way he could and take down the death eaters one by one until only You-Know-Who remained. He couldn’t wait.

But long-term, after the war had ended, he was clueless. Truth was, he hadn’t planned that far ahead, just in case he didn’t survive to see it. But he was beginning to see that having a job now would be beneficial in a number of ways. Maybe as a cover-up, or a hiding place, or at least an opportunity to earn some well-needed money.

Dumbledore wanted him to get a job at the Ministry, to try and collect any inside information. But this suggestion made Sirius angry enough to ignore it completely. For starters, he didn’t care about what Dumbledore wanted. He tried to hide this of course, as he didn’t think the others would approve. But he’d lost his taste for obeying the old man ever since Dumbledore had forced Remus to live among the werewolves. And while Sirius could vaguely understand why it was useful, he couldn’t forgive Dumbledore for placing Remus in such a horrible situation, away from his friends, and possibly making Remus feel like the monster that Sirius knew he wasn’t. When Dumbledore had first suggested it, Sirius had been absolutely livid, and it was only Remus himself who managed to stop Sirius from marching down to Dumbledore’s office and giving the guy a piece of his mind. Remus had calmed Sirius down, but Sirius knew that he’d never shake off the resentment he had for the headmaster.

The other reason that he was angry at Dumbledore’s suggestion, was because he hated the Ministry. It was full of people like his parents, making rules to oppress anyone who wasn’t a pureblood wizard. And after having grown up with Remus, watching as the boy had to work for a future he didn’t have because of the Ministry, the last thing Sirius wanted to do was work for the bastards.

But what other jobs were there in the Wizarding World besides a ministry job? Hogwarts teacher? There wasn’t anything he could teach, and he certainly didn’t have the patience to deal with a bunch of teenagers, and nor did he want to give Dumbledore an opportunity to keep a close eye on him. Healer? He couldn’t think of anything less suited to him, though maybe Moony wouldn’t mind seeing him in a healer’s skirt and cap.

No, the problem was, wizarding jobs didn’t suit Sirius. So perhaps he needed to look outside the Wizarding World for a job.

Sirius wasn’t exactly familiar with muggle jobs, at least not first-hand. He’d seen plenty of them before. He, James, Remus and Peter had been to a few muggle clubs and bars together, and Sirius had spent all night chatting up the male bartenders, until he was quite knowledgeable on the job itself.

Sirius thought he’d be a great bartender. All he had to do was serve drinks, listen to music and chat up hot guys. And okay, so there was probably a little more to it than that, but he had the people skills, and he could easily learn about all the different muggle drinks.

Yes, he decided. I can be a bartender. I’ll be safe in the muggle world, I can still go on missions, and I can earn some money for the Order, or at least to support myself and Remus.

Sirius even knew about a bar that had an opening, since he’d been there so many times. He had to walk there, since he couldn’t apparatus, or floo there, and he still didn’t know how to use the muggle bus. But it wasn’t too long a walk, and it was a nice day at least. Sirius liked muggle towns, especially the underground-type, diverse, grunge places such as the one where the bar was situated. The streets were lined with music shops, pubs and all things that screamed rock n roll in the 70s. Sirius loved it.

When he was almost at the bar, he suddenly got distracted by a shop he hadn’t noticed before. He noticed it this time because Queen was blasting out of the speakers of some tinny radio from inside.

Sirius looked at the exterior: Lomax Motorcycles said the sign at the front. Another, smaller sign, stuck onto the window said: job vacancies with some smaller writing underneath that Sirius couldn’t read. But he was intrigued enough to go inside.

The interior- Sirius was quick to notice- was incredibly cool. There were two adjoining rooms, all filled with motorbikes. Sirius had seen motorbikes before, mainly in the films that he watched with James, Remus and Peter, but he hadn’t realised how much he liked them until he looked at them up close. These ones were all slick and shiny, some with patterns of fire along the side. They were like broomsticks, but with a muggle twist, and from Sirius’s limited experience, they were always ridden by punks in leather jackets. Sirius could definitely see himself riding one.

The shop itself was dimly lit, but he could see a number of framed posters lining the walls, of muggle bands that he loved: Pink Floyd, Ramones, Blondie, Joy Division. Not to mention all the cool-looking accessories that hung above the motorcycles.

Just then, the owner of the shop walked out.

“Alright, mate?” Greeted the man. Sirius nodded, taking the guy in. He looked around his late thirties, with a dark brown mullet, a badge-covered sleeveless jacket, leather gloves, at least twenty different piercings and full sleeves of tattoos. Sirius looked like Sandy from Grease compared to this guy.

“Yeah, hi.” Sirius replied, immediately intimidated.

“Looking for a bike?” The man walked behind a counter against the wall opposite to Sirius and started restocking a container of different locks.

“Nah, I’m just looking. I’ve never actually driven a motorbike before.” The man looked him up and down.

“Really?” Sirius nodded, awfully self-conscious. The man took out a cigarette pack and lit one up. The shop was quite smoky, but Sirius actually enjoyed that about it.

“I saw you had a job vacancy sign in your window,” Sirius plucked up the courage to mention.

“You looking for a job?”

“Yeah.” Sirius of course hadn’t intended to try for a job here, but since he had the opportunity he thought he might as well. See how far he could take it before the man asked him to leave. The man exhaled smoke out of his nose.

“You haven’t even driven a motorcycle.”

“I can learn. I pick things up quickly.” He realised that he sounded inexplicably uncool. It was typical. Around his friends he was effortlessly punk. Laid-back and relaxed, cigarette balanced between his lips, fluent in witty remarks and sarcasm. But here, in front of an almost carbon-copy of his cool persona, Sirius was sounding like someone who’d only recently entered the punk scene and had no clue on how to act.

“How old are you?” The man asked.

“Eighteen.”

“Pretty young, you even out of uni yet?”

“Oh, uh... I’m not going to uni.” Uni. University. Remus said that muggles went there to learn even more. Sirius didn’t see the point of it.

“I didn’t go either,” replied the man. He seemed very friendly, which certainly didn’t match with his overall appearance. “Didn’t interest me. Started working here instead. It was my dad’s.”

“Oh.” Sirius wasn’t sure how to respond.

“I’m Darren by the way. Darren Lomax.”

“Oh right, like the name on the shop. I’m Sirius.”

“Sirius? Never heard that name before. It’s cool.”

“Thanks?” He’d never thought of his name as being cool before. It was run-of-the-mill in the Wizarding World. In fact there were already two other Siriuses in his family. He was Sirius the Third.  “If you’re interested in motorbikes, I can take you on as an apprentice if you want. Give you a bit of money. Teach you how to fix up these babies.” Sirius blinked.

“Really?” He hadn’t expected any kind of offer. His resume wasn’t exactly impressive, especially not to a muggle. An inexperienced eighteen year old with no muggle qualifications and less knowledge of motorcycles that literally anyone else who could’ve walked through that door. Sirius wouldn’t hire himself.

“Yeah why not? If you’re shit I’ll get rid of you. We’re not a professional garage. Really we just piss about fixing engines, listening to music and smoking. That your style?”

“Yeah, blimey.”

“Great. You can start tomorrow. Fag?” Darren offered him his cigarette pack, and Sirius took one. Darren lit it for him.

“Cheers.”

~

Dumbledore wasn’t happy with his choice of job.

“How are you planning on gathering information for the Order if you’re spending your days working in a muggle shop?” The man asked. Sirius had no intention of being guilted by him.

“Isn’t the information that Remus is gathering enough for you? I should hope so, considering everything he’s going through to get it.”

“Mr. Black, in case you haven’t noticed, there is a war going on. You can’t spend your life thinking about yourself and Mr. Lupin and no one else.”

“I am thinking of everyone else! And what everyone needs is money. And I can get them that money, as well as staying safe in the muggle world. I’m not exactly useful if I’m dead am I?” Dumbledore sighed as if he was talking to a child. The old man was pleasant with everyone, but with Sirius there was a slight curt undertone to everything he said. Dumbledore knew that Sirius wasn’t happy with him at all, and it showed. Sirius didn’t care. Dumbledore hadn’t done shit for him. He didn’t owe him anything.

Sirius was taking that job.

~ His first day went well, in the sense that he got along with Darren and he enjoyed the environment of the shop very much.

Because of his very limited knowledge of how to fix a motorbike, Sirius’s main job was at the front desk, talking to customers. He really did have great people skills, as he quickly discovered, and he put this to his advantage, bagging more sales in a day than Darren achieved in a week. So even if Sirius was shit at the mechanical side of things, he certainly wasn’t going to be fired any time soon.

At the end of the day, when the shop closed, Darren asked if Sirius would like to stay late and learn his way around the motorbikes. Sirius, who hadn’t been assigned any missions, and therefore didn’t have much going on, agreed immediately.

Darren showed him the engines of one particular motorbike that was in rather a lot of disrepair.

“Completely useless she is,” explained Darren. “Not likely to get her running any time soon, probably won’t even be able to fix her. Engine’s blown, parts are missing, tyres are a wreck.” Sirius knew that she’d easily be fixed with magic, but obviously this wasn’t an option. So he was sad that she’d never be ridden. But even if she was little more than a shell, she was a good example for Darren to use as an introduction to the inner workings of motorcycles.

Sirius listened intently to everything Darren had to say, learning how to change the oil, how to change a tyre, how to know when a motorbike needed new spark plugs (and learning what spark plugs were in the first place).

Outside of the workshop, Sirius tried to research more on the motorbikes he was working with. When he wasn’t spending time with the Order, or talking to customers in the shop, or following Darren around like a puppy, he was at the library reading up on all the different motorbike types, how they worked and how they were made.

Whenever Remus was permitted a break from staying with the werewolves, breaks that usually only lasted a few days maximum to avoid any suspicion, Sirius proudly took him down to the shop and showed him all the motorbikes that he helped to fix.

Darren greeted Remus happily, commenting on his name too. “The weird name couple” he called them. Darren, being the punk anarchist that he was, that was so prevalent in the late 70s, didn’t give a shit about Sirius and Remus’s relationship. Sirius didn’t need to hide it for very long, especially since he hadn’t tried to hide his sexuality in the first place.

Remus was very interested in the shop, and as soon as he stepped foot in it his first response was “Shit, Pads, this place was made for you.”

Sirius showed him the motorbike that was “unfixable”, but that Sirius had still been determined to work on as much as possible. The engine was still a bust, but he’d at least changed the tyres, and given it a new paint job (red and black). Sirius felt very close to the bike, especially once Darren had struck up a deal with him, saying that if he could fix the bike he could have it: “even if it’s fixed, it’s a shit model. No one’ll want it, believe me. Besides, I’m already paying you fuck all, so consider it a raise.” Darren was paying Sirius, but it was apparently much less than the usual muggle wage, since Sirius was still technically an apprentice. However, the current muggle to wizarding exchange rate meant that Sirius got a lot of galleons for his pounds. So, he was perfectly able to support himself, and if he ended up with a free motorbike in the process? Well, he almost couldn’t believe his luck.

Sirius fixed up the engine as much as he possibly could, until it was simply a case of the engine just not working. It had been months now since he’d first started, and the engine was the only thing left. The motorbike looked good as new, and despite Darren claiming it to be a shit model, Sirius had fallen in love with it. He’d even named it Rizzo, after Betty Rizzo from Grease.

Sirius was absolutely determined to have Rizzo, and deciding that the engine simply needed a boost, he risked using magic out of sight of Darren. Darren would never know, and Rizzo would have a new lease of life.

“Fucking hell, you actually got her working!” Exclaimed Darren the next day, as Sirius showed off the brand new humming engine of his prized motorbike. “How the fuck did you do that?”

“She just needed a boost, that was all. Good as new.” A boost with a little bit of magic, thought Sirius. Darren was shaking his head in disbelief.

“Well, shit. I guess a deal’s a deal. She’s all yours, mate.” Sirius couldn’t refrain himself from grinning. He patted Rizzo’s paintwork proudly. She was all his. He couldn’t wait to show her off to Remus and James and Peter and all the others. James was dying to get a glimpse of her: Sirius had been bragging about his motorbike for weeks now, annoying the hell out of the others.

“This motorcycle better be fit for Merlin himself, Pads, or I’m gonna be pissed,” James had semi-joked. Sirius assured that she was even better than Merlin. “She was made for me,” he claimed.

When James did finally see Rizzo, he was very impressed, but then again, he was as knowledgeable about motorbikes as Sirius was when he first started at the shop. Sirius probably could have put a mound of metal in front of him, moulded into the vague shape of a motorbike and James would still have been impressed.

“Can’t believe you named her Rizzo,” James laughed. “You’re such a fucking nerd.”

“Yeah, well. I have a motorcycle and you don’t, so jokes on you.” James put his hands up in surrender.

“You’re right. I’m just jealous.”

~ Sirius had a lot of fun with Rizzo. He rode her everywhere, through muggle and wizarding towns alike. It felt even more freeing than a broomstick. He could weave in and out of traffic, the wind in his hair and the roar of the engine blocking out everything.

There was also room for two. Or at least, two was the legal amount. But Sirius could be rather lax with the law sometimes, especially muggle law. So it wasn’t uncommon for all four of the marauders to squeeze onto the back of Rizzo and go driving off into the night.

Eventually though, Sirius decided that four people on one seat could damage Rizzo, which was the last thing he wanted (and he supposed it could be dangerous as well). So he splashed out some of the money he’d saved on a sidecar. James was particularly keen on it.

Remus on the other hand nearly always opted to sit on the back with Sirius. Sirius loved these journeys the most. Just he and Remus, the man holding tightly onto him as they zoomed down roads, ending up in country lanes. He could feel Remus’s arms around his waist, and Remus’s head on his shoulder, and after everything Remus was going through, as well as the risk of sudden death around every corner for both of them, when the two were pressed together on the little black and red motorbike, roaring through the countryside without a care in the world, it felt like the most precious moment of their lives.

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I know I already requested earlier but Kiro/Helios and 24 for prompt list 5 if you're up for it (I'm also a simp for the sunshine boy)

Of course! I’m always happy to write about my sunshine! I’m garbage at Helios, so I won’t write for him ^^; this prompt could be a huge ouchie and I’m in a good mood so I’m not gonna let it be an ouchie!

* Mx is an alternate title that nonbinary and agender people use instead of Mr. or Miss. I personally use it so I wrote it here.

Kiro x Reader

Warnings: None! 

“I needed you! I needed you!”

Video game nights with Kiro were usually so laid back. They were calm and filled with laughter, sometimes throwing candies or popcorn at one another. They started out as an alternative to going out on dates since it was hard for Kiro to properly take you out without getting spotted. Even the best disguises could be seen through if someone got a good look at him. Kiro was the sweetheart that was sweeping the nation. His fans could spot him easily. His disguises weren’t meant to keep him out and about for long periods of time. Just to help him go places quickly without being mobbed.

Tonight was not your typical game night. Tonight Kiro had suggested that you two co-op a game together instead of playing against each other. Work together! 

“It’ll be fun, Mx* Chips!” Your boyfriend had said, ready to pull the puppy eyes on you if you still didn’t agree. Of course, you had agreed to it. How could you deny such a bright and happy smile?

Oh if only you had known what was to come.

Kiro was usually such a happy gamer to play with. He wasn’t the type to get angry or be petty. He liked playing fair and he liked just playing to have fun. But those had not been co-op games.

“I needed you! I needed you!” He groaned and dropped his controller.

Playing co-op was a mistake

“I’m sorry, babe!” You button mashed, hoping you could make a comeback long enough to revive your boyfriend. Which didn’t happen. You also got killed.

Now that the game returned to the menu screen, you set your controller down and crawled into Kiro’s lap.

“Kiroooo.” You poked out your bottom lip, trying to get him to look at your face. 

You could tell he was trying not to look. You both knew he would immediately start to gush over you if he looked at your face. He wasn’t really angry at you. Sometimes he just got really into his video games and could actually be a sore loser. Who would have thought, right? 

“Kirooooo,” you tried again. This time you gently moved his face with your hands. “How about we play something else? Something that isn’t stressful and we can both have fun with? I don’t think this was a good idea.”

His frumpy frown broke the second he looked at your face. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing his lips against your jaw. “I know a few things we could do, Mx. Chips.”

Thanks for reading!!!! I know this one is short but sometimes short and sweet are good!