#technically I only do it to track and fluff my hours

[nice-bright-colors]

Smells like (2) hours to me. After all, tomorrow’s will smell like about (4) hours.

[reidmania]

sharpest tool | s. reid

(chapter two, feels like)

‘I would do whatever you wanted we don't have to leave the apartment, met you at the right time,this is what it feels like. Livin' in a movie I've watched and funny 'cause I couldn't have called it, met you at the right time, this is what it feels like’

summary; the more time you spend with spencer the more you find yourself opening up even if its to the littlest things, you let him know you, and he loves it.

warnings; fem reader, mentions of bad relationship history, reader is closed off, avoidant!reader, lowkey a friends w benefits situation but its so much more, reader is lowkey so real; fluff, 18+ suggestive content. it is not the date i said id publish this, i was peer pressured (by my multiple personalities)

taglist; @gghostwriter @lavonee e @guiltyyassin @spencersinonlygf @criminalmindssworld @iknwreid @fortheloveofgubler @yokaimoon @sapphirecobalt-1 @eddiesdrummergf @livvyliv15

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You weren't sure how long you had been at Spencer's apartment for, if someone told you had been there for hours you probably wouldn't believe them. You didn't completely understand why but everytime he was around it was like time slowed, yet it seemed to only go so much faster. Hours with him felt like minutes. It was like you and him existed in your own little bubble away from the rest of the world, you loved that.

Everything with him seemed calm. Maybe it was his way of making you see the positive in a bad situation, or maybe it was how carefully and gentle he handed when your emotions got a little too much for you to bury away like normal, maybe it was how gentle and warm his hands felt against your skin, grounding you when you got a little too in your head about something, or maybe it was the way he would ramble off facts to distract you.

You weren't sure. You didn't know how someone could be so calm, all the time. Then you would connect it back to what he did for work. It was technically his job to remain calm in stressful or overwhelming situations. You wondered if that was why he handled you with so much care, as if you were a valuable he was afraid would break. Its not like he walked on egg shells around you, it was just that he saw you with so much value, he treated you so delicately.

Maybe thats why you had lost track of time.

You were perched up on his lap, your knees placed on either side of his thighs, straddling him. One of his hands was tangled beneath the softness of your hair, cupping the back of your head as his fingers curled against your scalp, while the other was wrapped around your waist, pressed against the small of you back. Hold you aganist him as his lips tangled with yours.

Your hands were cupping his jaw, every now and again your fingertip would trace the sharpness of his jawline and he would shiver and press you closer against him. He kissed you like he needed it to breath, you could feel the air leaving his nose against the skin of your cheek every now and again.

You felt lightheaded, in the best way possible. Whether it was from the very minimal amount of air you had been able to breathe in since he started kissing you, or if it was simply from the feeling of his lips against yours.

The air around you smelt sweet and full of him. Maybe thats why you loved being at his apartment, because everything there was so.. Him. The way it was organised and decorated, the smell of him that hid in the air between the walls, the colours of the cushions on his couch, it was all so him.

You pulled away from the kiss briefly as a thought crossed your mind, there was almost a shaky gasp for air, now that you were able to properly breath. He smiled lazily as he leant his head back against the couch, watching you. Probably admiring the flush of your cheeks, and the swell of your lips.

"Are you okay?" He asked, a smile still on his face yet his eyebrows were pinched in concern. Spencer's hand untanging from your hair, both of his hands moving to settle on your hips, his thumbs nudged up the hem of your t-shirt and slipped underneath them to rub gentle circles against the skin on your sides, his eyes never leaving yours.

You nodded, your hands dropping from his face to rest against his shoulders. You weren't sure if you were blushing, but you defintely felt like you were. You couldn't remember the last time a guy had this sort of an effect on you.

You looked down sheepishly, your hands gently brushing over the fabric of his t-shirt. "Im- Im just thinking about sugar cookies." You huffed out. Was it silly? Yes. But there was something about Spencer that made it feel so safe to say those silly things too, without judgement. Your eyes lifted to meet his, seeing the concern on his face was replaced with amusement.

He raised his eyebrow, a smile on his lips. "Kissing me makes you think about sugar cookies?" He asked, your eyes widened slightly at his tease, you instantly shook your head lips parting as you let out a huffy breath.

"No!" It came out high pitched and defensive and made Spencer burst into laughter. If you weren't blushing before you were now. You didn't know if you love or hated the fact that Spencer could make you feel so soft, so small, so loved. You partly hated the fact that he had that sort of power, yet if you were going to trust anyone with that sort of control over you, it would be him.

He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against him as he buried his face into your neck. Your arms wrapped around his neck, moving up to run gently through the back of his hair as he pressed soft kisses against your neck. The sensation causing you to instinctively tilt your head to the side to allow him more access to the space.

"We can go get sugar cookies" He mumbled gently, against the skin of your neck, pressing another kiss there before he pulled back, looking up at you. “If you want sugar cookies we can go get some”

You smiled at him, tilting your head a little. “I didn’t say I wanted them. I just said i was thinking about them” You quipped back. You did want sugar cookies, but did you want to leave the warmth of Spencer’s apartment to get them? No. Did you want to have to make him go out of his way just to get you sugar cookies? Also no.

“But you do” He replied, raising his eyebrow in amusement. Maybe he knew you better than you thought. “You wouldn’t have mentioned it unless you wanted them.” He replied in a slight - matter of factually way, as if he was proving you wrong.

You huffed, “We don’t have to go to the shops just to get sugar cookies. I can get some on my way home later.” You mumbled, knowing your house was technically in the other direction to the closest shops. You also didn’t entirely want to think about having to go home yet, you didn’t have to, not for a few hours more.

He sighed dramatically as he raised his eyebrow, a smile of amusement on his lips. “What sort of almost- boyfriend would I be if I let you stay here craving sugar cookies?” He teased, you smiled.

The title he had given himself didn’t offend you in the slightest. Instead it made your heart warm slightly and your cheeks flush. You sighed dramatically like he had moments ago, pretending to think about it for a moment, before shrugging.

“A horrible- horrible one.” You answered, a smile on your lips, giving in — because you were really craving the sweet treat. He let out a breathy chuckle, shaking his head before he pressed his lips gently against the top of your forehead.

“Well we can’t have that. I’m trying to win your heart here.” He mumbled, voice full of fondness while he teased, as you moved off his lap. You let out a hum of agreement, as you got off the couch, he followed behind you, standing up and reaching to hold your hips as you walked towards the front door.

If you weren’t so focused on the task at hand (getting sugar cookies and clenching your craving) you might’ve admitted he didn’t have to try to win your heart. You were pretty sure it had his name written over it months ago.

“I didn’t know there were so many different types of sugar cookies” Spencer mumbled as he looked over the multiple different brands and flavours of cookies placed neatly over the grocery store shelf, his arms we’re wrapped tightly around your waist, his chin placed on you shoulder as you tried to decide which ones you wanted.

You let out a hearty laugh, “They don’t have any normal ones” You half pouted as you looked over the shelves, unable to find the ones you were specifically craving. You leant back slightly to further press your back against Spencer’s chest.

“What defines normal sugar cookies?” Spencer asked, tone laced with confusion. Clearly he wasn’t a sugar cookie fanatic. Your head turned slightly to face him, the awkward position causing a slight ache in your neck but it was worth it at the sight of his eyebrows pushed together in confusion as he looked over the variety of packaged cookies.

“The.. normal ones?” You shrugged, he let out a chuckle as he placed a gentle kiss against your clothed shoulder. You weren’t sure how you could better describe the cookies. You didn’t want the chocolate ones, or the strawberry ones, or the matcha ones which looked cool — but unappealing, you just wanted the normal authentic ones.

“Oh yeah— My bad. I should’ve known that” He huffed out half sarcastically, the other half of his tone was full of fondness. As he pulled away from your shoulder, turning you slightly in his arms so he could look at your face, there was a playful smile on his lips.

“Well- no! i meant- Like the normal ones” You weren’t helping your case, or him understanding. He just mhm’d and nodded unconvincingly, the playful smile remaining on his lips. He was teasing you.

You huffed out, “I hate you” you muttered, pushing yourself away from his arms to further prove the statement you both knew was a lie. He apologised quickly and reached out for you, holding you close in place, wrapping his arms around your waist, pressing you close against his chest as he hugged you.

“You are so mean to me”

It came out mumbled against the fabric of his shirt, and caused a laugh to pass through his lips. “Im sorry. Let’s go find somewhere with the cookies you want.” He said, his hand rubbing up and down over your back.

“We can just get one of these.” You mumbled. He had already gone out of his way to take you to get sugar cookies and the last thing you wanted to do was make him go someplace else just because they didn’t have the specific ones you wanted.

He shook his head as he leant away, not before pressing his lips against your forehead. “We can get both. We can get whatever you want.” He said, looking down at you as he continued to run his hand gently up and down your back.

Every expectation you once had of a relationship was squashed by Spencer’s existence. Any standard you had in your mind he surpassed with flying colours, he was better than any guy you could make up in your head.

Every broken piece of you seemed put back together at the gentleness of his hands, the warmth of his body, the sweetness in his words, or the feeling of his lips against your skin. It was weird, feeling so secure in something so unofficial.

You opened your mouth to reply but you were cut off by the sound of Spencer’s name being called. You watched his eyebrows furrow in recognition of the female voice before his head turned slightly, towards the direction the sound came from.

You followed his gaze, seeing a blonde girl walking towards the two of you. Her arms were stacked full of items, rather than getting a basket or a cart for any of it. She was wearing a bright pink dress with designs over it. Her smile was infectious.

Spencer looked back at you for a second, his arms dropping from your waist, you would’ve felt the pang in your heart if his hand didn’t instantly reach out to interlace with your own. “Garcia, Hi.” He smiled, almost nervously.

You stood silently as the blonde woman looked between the two of you, a wide smile on her face as a gasp left her lips. “Oh my gosh! Who’s this? Is this your girlfriend? The secret message sender?” She rambled out excitedly.

You watched with a warm smile as Spencer’s cheeks tinted red. You only assumed you had developed that nickname because you had texted Spencer while he was working a few times.

“Uh- Shes.. Yeah- uh.” Spencer spluttered over his words, he didn’t know what to address you as and you understood why. Although he called himself your almost- boyfriend a number of times, telling his friend you were his almost - girlfriend wasn’t quite the same. The situation you were in didn’t quite have a title. Him not denying you were something to him, was enough for you.

You saved him the embarrassment and smiled at the woman, offering her your hand with a warm smile as you introduced yourself. She almost squealed in excitement, instantly shaking your hand enthusiastically.

“I’m Penelope! I work with boy genius here— Oh my gosh. Do you know he basically dies every time you text him. I mean I have never seen him smile so—“

“Thats- enough. I think she gets it” Spencer cut Penelope off, his cheeks now bright red and his voice was laced with embarrassment. It only made your smile widen because of the way it further proved what she was saying. The idea of Spencer simply smiling at your messages while he was away made your heart warm.

“Theres no normal sugar cookies.” You mumbled out, not really knowing what to say. You wanted to slap yourself in the face afterwards. Then Penelope looked over the shelves and a pout formed on her lips.

“What! Thats the whole reason I came here!!” She frowned dramatically as she looked over the shelves and any embarrassment you had felt washed away because she was so sweet. You had heard about the people Spencer had worked with before, he never failed to tell you the silly stories or conversations that were shared between his team.

“Us too.” Spencer smiled, squeezing your hand gently. You relished in the silent reassurance he offered. Then his phone started to ring, causing a slightly annoyed huff to leave his lips as he pulled it away from his pockets, his other hand staying interlocked with yours.

Your eyes stayed on him as he answered the call, you listened to him mumble a few words of agreement before the call ended just as quickly, before he could ever say anything, Penelope’s phone started to ring. She struggled to pull it out over the amount of items in her arms, but successfully did before you could offer to help.

“We have a case” Spencer mumbled gently to you, his thumb brushing gently over the back of your hand. You looked up at him, eyebrows furrowed in a mix of disappointment and understanding. He looked just as disappointed, if not more. “Thats okay.” You said gently, Penelope seemed to be finding out the same news.

“I’m sorry” Spencer apologised as he broke his hands holding with yours to wrap his arms around your shoulders, you melted into the hug as your arms threaded around his torso. Breathing him in.

“It’s okay. It’s your job.” You reassured him.

His arms held you tighter for moment before he pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head and then another. “I’ll take you home first, pick whichever sugar cookies you want from here and I promise when I get back I will return with normal sugar cookies” He said gently into your hair.

“Pinky promise?” You asked, he let out a warm laugh, kissing the top of your head against your hair again.

“Pinky promise.” He confirmed.

[luvkyu]

Hi! Can I request a poly Bangchan x male reader x Felix fic where they're all cuddled up together and reader is bigger then them and it ends up with Felix koala hooked on to readers back while reader and Chan dance together!

nights like this ( bang chan + lee felix )

chan x male!reader x felix

chan and felix spend a relaxing night with their boyfriend after a tiring day.

content : 0.7k words, fluff, reader is taller/larger than chanlix, bub pet names

( a/n ) thank you for the req :D i hope its what u wanted <3

chan sighed in content, his head laying comfortably in his boyfriend's lap. he'd been watching y/n play video games for a couple hours now. the familiar sounds of the controller's joysticks filled his ears while he relaxed in y/n's embrace.

chan smiled up at him, almost entranced. he loved watching the way y/n's eyes would focus and his brows would knit together in determination.

"are you staring at me?" y/n asked. despite the sudden question to his partner, his gaze refused to break from the tv in front of their shared bed.

"always assume i'm staring at you, yes."

y/n laughed.

"stop being cute. you'll distract me."

chan was about to protest until one of y/n's hands left his controller to gently stroke his hair. chan's eyes closed at the sensation. his boyfriend's fingers trailing through his hair never failed to bring a relaxed grin to his lips.

"when did felix say he's getting off work today?" y/n asked before he brought his hand back to his controller.

"mm, at seven i think. he should be home soon," chan answered.

"he's home now," felix's voice suddenly joined.

both the boys' heads whipped around to see their other boyfriend standing at the open bedroom door. felix threw his work bag aside and flopped down beside them on the bed.

"baby! we didn't even hear you come in," y/n chimed. felix let out a silent laugh before exchanging kisses with both of them.

"how was work, love?" chan questioned, laying his head back on y/n's lap. felix sighed and laid his own head on y/n's chest, all three now cuddling up together.

"tiring. customer service is tiring. i need a night to recharge with you guys.."

y/n looked down at felix with a small frown. he set his controller aside after exiting his game, done for the night.

"what do you wanna do tonight then, bub?"

"mm.. cuddle. just cuddle," felix replied.

"i think we can arrange that," chan joked. "are you done with games, y/n?"

y/n nodded while hanging one arm over felix's torso, the other going back to chan's hair.

"yeah, i'm done. the rest of the night is for my favorite boys."

the opposite two could feel their hearts swell at y/n's answer. it always seemed to them that y/n constantly knew the right thing to say to comfort his partners, even if it was only a few words. it drove the pair crazy in the best way.

a comfortable silence now drifted over the three, with the exception of their speaker playing softly nearby. y/n and felix began to drift off into a light sleep while chan enjoyed the music.

when a calm, classical song started playing, an idea came to chan. he swiftly left y/n's lap to get up and off the bed. his movement brought the other two back to their senses, their eyes shooting open.

"what is it, bub?" y/n asked.

"dance with me," chan said happily. y/n and felix exchanged smiles, obsessed with their boyfriend's cuteness.

as y/n started to get up from the bed, he felt a weight hold him back a bit. he turned his head to see that felix had latched himself onto his back as if he were a koala.

"lix? you gonna dance?" y/n asked the smaller. felix shook his head and adjusted his arms around y/n's neck.

"if i stay here, i'm technically still dancing with you," he replied. y/n and chan grinned at the cheerfulness in his voice. even after a hard day at work, felix still remained their happy boy.

y/n linked hands with chan while felix stayed put, the three soon swaying to the sound of the soft music. nights like this were unmatched in their eyes. losing track of time, only invested in each other, and all the worries of real life forgotten.

[floral-force]

Lay Me Down to Sleep

Simon "Ghost" Riley x GN!Reader

summary: Insomnia plagues you during your first night on-base with Task Force 141. A little midnight stroll leads you to the imposing masked lieutenant you'd been warned about. Maybe a common struggle can lead to comfort...

words: 1.8k+

warnings/tags: just really soft stuff here (but my work/blog is always 18+ only), this one goes out to my fellow insomniacs, insomniac!simon "ghost" riley, pride and prejudice mention, all fluff, technically pre-slash, soap is a lil shit

a/n: hi, hello, I am back (sort of). I took a long hiatus bc of work/life stress but I cranked this out a while ago and finally feel confident enough to post it. thank you for reading and sticking with me &lt;3

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You stared up at the ceiling of your room, rubbing the heels of your palms into your tired eyes. Hours had passed since you’d gotten into bed to rest up before a briefing in the morning. Sleep still hadn’t found you yet. Maybe it was the time difference—you had flown into England from the States not even 12 hours ago—or maybe it was the stiff mattress. Or maybe it was the way you still thought of the masked lieutenant at Price’s side when you’d gotten off the heli. 

Whatever it was, you needed to get over it. You’d read online that sometimes leaving bed to do something other than try to sleep helps, so maybe it was the perfect time for you to check out that tiny little excuse for a kitchen the Scottish private—nicknamed Soap, he’d told you with a wink—had shown you earlier. With a sigh, you got up and wiggled out of your sleep shorts and into more modest sweatpants, anxiously pulling at the hem of your shirt as you stepped into your crocs and walked out of the door.

Your eyes finally adjusted to the bright fluorescent hallway light as you reached the kitchen, surprised to see a light on when you opened the heavy door with bated breath. You peeked inside and saw a broad man sitting at a table, absolutely dwarfing it with his size. 

“Can’t sleep, eh?” 

You jumped at the deep voice and nearly let the door slam, catching it right before impact and slowly closing it. “Uh, no.” You chuckled, walking behind him to the right side of the table.

You reached the chair, then stopped in your tracks when you lifted your gaze off the floor. 

It was him—the masked lieutenant. 

You could barely make out a quirked-up eyebrow under the shadow of his sweatshirt’s hood as he took a sip from the mug his large hand dwarfed, his fabric mask scrunched up over his nose. Your heart raced and you looked down at the seat of the crummy plastic chair in front of you. The kitchen was now the last place you wanted to be, but you were too tired to make up some shitty excuse to flee. 

So, you stood awkwardly in front of the chair, hands in your pockets, biting your lips.

“I’m—” you cleared your throat, “I’m guessing you can’t either, Lieutenant?”

“Never can these days,” he replied gruffly. 

There was the sound of another sip from his mug, a thump when it was lowered to the table, and then silence. It was heavy and awkward, and you were certain you’d never felt more embarrassed in front of a commanding officer before, even though you’d fainted in front of one during a basic training run.

There was a heavy sigh. “Christ, ‘m not gonna fuckin’ bite ya.”

“Soap told me you would,” you quipped back.

Soap had warned you about the masked man—Ghost, he’d called him—and told you not to bother him much. “That’s my job,” he’d laughed. 

Right now, you felt like you were definitely bothering him.

“Figures,” he grumbled. 

You finally looked back up at Ghost, meeting his brown-eyed gaze for the first time since you’d entered the room. He looked at you with curiosity, not malice; somehow, that made you feel a little better, even if it still made your heart race and your palms sweat. 

“I just—I can’t stop thinking,” you blurted out, finally responding to the question he’d asked when you’d opened the door with a solid answer beyond your meek “no.” 

“I get nightmares.”

It felt like a confession, and you pulled out the chair, cringing when it squeaked across the linoleum floor. You sat down to hear more, crossing your arms on the table and resting your chin on them. Ghost’s eyes tracked your movements, even as he took another leisurely sip from his mug. Now that you were closer, you could smell that its contents weren’t coffee, but tea, the herbal notes reaching your nose. 

Before you thought better of it, words rushed out of your mouth. “It’s stupid, but when my insomnia is really bad—like it is now—I call my best friend and ask them to read to me. I’d do it now, but they’re at work.” You shrugged your shoulders. “Gotta love the time difference.”

Ghost shook his head. “Tha’s not stupid at all.” He took a long drink from his mug and set it down. “Whatever works. I jus’ make myself a cuppa, then see what happens.”

“And what’s happening next?” you probed.

He nudged his thumb against the mug and tilted his head. “I think ‘m gonna try reading.”

“Y’all keep books in the kitchen?” you teased.

“Hell no,” Ghost scoffed. “Did’ya bring any wi’you?” he asked.

You pursed your lips and squinted as you thought. “I think I brought Pride and Prejudice with me. I told myself I’d start rereading it since the plane ride over here was the perfect opportunity…but I fell asleep.” You sat up and smiled at him. “Why do you ask?”

He shifted in his seat and his hood fell, revealing short hair and red-tinged ears. “Could I read a bit of it?”

You blinked, a bit stunned at his shy question. Ghost, a man with a taste for Jane Austen? Something about a man like him wanting to read a period romance novel lit a tiny fire in your chest.

“Um, sure.” You stood and took a few steps, pointing at the door. “I can go grab it—”

“No, no, I’ll go wi’you, save you the trip back, yeah?” He rushed to his feet, and you stopped in your tracks at his side, gulping at the way he towered over you. 

“If you say so, Lieutenant.”

“Ghost,” he nodded.

“Ghost,” you repeated with a soft smile, leading him to the door.

The walk to your room was silent except for your footsteps tapping on the floor; his boots and your crocs mixing into a twilight harmony. Ghost kept up behind you. Your cheeks burned at the thought of him seeing you in your ratty sweats and shirt and crocs—fucking crocs—as you finally reached your door. You fumbled with your keys, swearing under your breath.

You unlocked the door and hurried across the room to flick on the lamp at your bedside. Ghost closed the door, then loomed over you as you crouched down and rummaged through your backpack. You hummed in triumph when you finally pulled out the beat-up and well-loved book, turning and reaching up to hand it to him. You stood and sat on the edge of your bed, expecting him to leave. Instead, he pulled the chair from the desk across the bed over to your bedside, settling in as he read the back cover. You were suddenly aware of his musky, amber scent because of the short distance, and you would be lying if you said it didn’t feel inviting, much unlike the person it clung to.

“Making sure you like it?” you asked with a nervous chuckle.

“Do you like it, love?” Ghost’s eyes flitted up to meet yours.

The pet name and Ghost’s suddenly soft voice caught you off guard. You reminded yourself it wasn’t personal, that it was a common British thing, that he didn’t mean anything by it, that it was colloquial. It didn’t feel bad or gross—it felt like a warm hug, a gentle kiss on the forehead, a thumb softly stroking across your cheek. 

You swallowed and dug your nails into the mattress. “Yeah, yeah! I’ve—I’ve read it, like, twice now.” You silently cursed yourself for stumbling over your words.

He nodded. “Have you ever listened to someone read it?”

“No,” you answered hesitantly.

“Would you like to?”

You nearly choked on your breath. You couldn’t stop your eyes from widening and your lips from parting. Having Ghost read to you would be absolutely unreal—his voice was strangely soothing, washing over you with a gentleness you didn’t think he’d be capable of. And yet, here he sat, staring you down as his thumb stroked the front cover of one of your favorite books, his offer dangling in the air.

“You said being read to helps you fall asleep,” he continued. “You’re gonna need the sleep to handle Price’s brief, I promise you that, love.”

“I mean, yeah,” you replied. “But I don’t want you to think you have to or need to. I’m a big girl, I can force myself to fall asleep if you say Price is really that bad.”

Ghost shook his head. “Nah, I want to.” He reached for the lamp and jerked his head at you. “Get settled, love. You can still get a decent amount’a sleep in.”

“What will you do?” you asked as he dimmed the light.

“Me?” he shrugged as you lay down. “I’ll live.”

“Then I should stay up too.”

“No, sleep. That’s an order,” he said, the command stern yet playful and stoking the fire in your chest. You swore he winked at you, but it could’ve been a trick of the light. 

“Fine,” you huffed. You closed your eyes so you could focus on the silky tones of his voice.

“Now then,” he cleared his throat. “Pride and Prejudice, by Jane Austen.”

You smirked. “Off to a great start already, Ghost.”

There was a low chuckle. You smiled, hoping he was looking at the page, but also secretly hoping he was looking at you. Maybe he was, but you could already feel your mind relaxing even though he’d only read the title. There was something in your gut telling you that Ghost was softer than he seemed. The imposing, threatening lieutenant was just a man that enjoyed tea and struggled with insomnia—and apparently, he was a bit of a softie underneath his vest and mask.

As he read, you began to let your mind drift off into dreamland, lulled by Ghost’s dulcet tones and the way he tried to engage with the text, varying his intonation and even chuckling at some of the dialogue and sentences. If he truly didn’t care, you couldn’t tell; he seemed to get more wrapped up in the book the more he read. 

“..but his friend Mr. Darcy soon drew the attention of the room by his fine, tall person, handsome features, and noble mien, and—”

“Hm, like you,” you mumbled to your pillow, thinking of Ghost.

There was a pause, then he continued, sounding amused. He probably hadn’t heard you. He was probably just smirking at the next sentence about Darcy’s money, not your sleepy comment. You yawned, your eyes heavy and brain finally quiet enough for sleep to overtake you right as Darcy commented on Elizabeth’s appearance, Austen establishing their complicated and dramatic love-hate relationship.

Ghost wouldn’t tell you he’d blushed at your comment. That would be his sleepy secret.

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[wheeboo]

fighting! | boo seungkwan

SYNOPSIS. in which seungkwan gives you a boost of morning motivation. PAIRING. boo seungkwan x gn!reader GENRE. fluff, established relationship WARNINGS. mentions of food WORD COUNT. 1.01k

booseoksoon ‘second wind’  track 01: now playing ‘fighting!’ track 02: lunch  track 03: 7pm

Buttoning up the final button of your outfit, you give a glance at yourself in the mirror and let out a tired sigh. It was too early in the morning for this𑁋to be called into work on a day you expected to have off only to go home at the late hours of the evening. There wasn't much to be done about it, and when you told your boyfriend about it, he nearly called your workplace to threaten with a complaint since he had initially made plans to spend the day with you.

Luckily, you stopped him.

You exit out of your shared bedroom, greeted with the pleasant aroma of coffee and breakfast to your nostrils. Making your way into the main living area, you catch a glance of Seungkwan hovering at one of the large windows, his signature iced americano in his hands as he basked in the morning sunlight. A smile crosses your face as you make your way towards him, wrapping an arm around his waist.

You place a brief kiss to his cheek. "Good morning, boo."

"Good morning, sweetheart," He turns towards you, noticing your half-opened eyes. "I made you some pancakes and coffee."

"You know me so well." You sit yourself down at the dining table, taking in the sweet sight of the pancakes and coffee, just the way you like it.

The two of you sit across from each other as Seungkwan rambles on about his plans for the day since he will basically be alone for most of it since you will be at work. You could only listen to his sweet voice, chuckling quietly to how he expressive he is, like how his hands move as if conveying his words. This was something you always looked forward to when spending time with him𑁋just listening to him talk is as joyful as everything you two do together. And it's even better now that you live together.

Well, in a way, you technically have been living together if you count all the times Seungkwan has claimed a spot in your former apartment. You wanted to take a nap in your bed? Sure, let's take a nap in our bed. Seungkwan claimed he is rarely possessive, but you both know that was a bit of a white lie.

"I'm sorry I wasn't able to free today up. I know you made plans for us together," You say, taking a sip of your coffee. "I just wish they, you know, communicated with me. I mostly have this day off, but they clocked me in just yesterday."

Seungkwan shakes his head and reaches over, placing his hand over yours. "My plans are going nowhere, Y/N. We have tomorrow off, so don't worry too much, okay?" Hearing his voice all soft and soothing makes your heart swell. He always knew the right words to reassure you, even if he playfully scolded you at times for not taking care of your health or for worrying too much about little things. "Plus, I'll make a special lunch delivery for you."

Your eyes widen to his words. "You'd do that for me?"

"Why wouldn't I? I'm not letting you sulk in that office chair for the next ten or so hours. Besides, it gives me an excuse to visit you, and you know I would never pass up that opportunity."

The serious yet playful tone on his voice elicits a chuckle from your lips, and it gives Seungkwan a boost of satisfaction. He knows you aren't a morning person like he is𑁋the most he can do is to try and make you feel motivated or just the tiny bit of happiness. After all, he is the self-proclaimed moodmaker.

"And tonight, I'll run a warm bath for you and relieve all that tension and stress so that tomorrow, you can be freshened up for our date. I have a lot of things planned for us and I know you wanted to try that new restaurant that opened across the city."

Your posture perks up to his ideas, catching a glimpse of the proud smirk plastered on his face. Now you know you had to get through the day in order to come back home. Gosh, he really is your human vitamin.

"Thank you, Kwannie," You bring his hand up to your lips, pressing a small, grateful kiss to his knuckles. "I love you so much."

Seungkwan feels his ears trickle red. He would never admit the effect you have on him. "I love you too."

Once you finish breakfast and putting your plate away, you swiftly grab your bag and belongings as Seungkwan cleans the table and approaches you right after. You look at yourself on the camera of your phone before noticing Seungkwan right in front of you.

"How do I look?" You ask him.

Seungkwan takes a long, observant look over your outfit from the top of your head and ends of your toes, tilting his head cutely in thought. Then he steps closer and pushes back some hair from your face and adjusts your collar, before meeting his lips with yours for another kiss, catching you off-guard. For a moment, you nearly forget about all the worries you had for today.

"Absolutely stunning as always and ready to conquer the day," he responds, hands rubbing comfortably on your forearms. "Text me when you get there, okay? I'll meet you up later during your lunch break."

You nod in response, giving him an appreciative smile. It took everything in your power to not throw your bag down on the floor and just stay inside with him, but you knew you couldn't do that. There was a rush of motivation flowing within your veins that you just have utilise before it disappears entirely. And all of it stemmed directly from Seungkwan.

He unlocks the door for you and watches you step out. You look back at him a few times, offering a wave of your hand.

"Fighting, baby!" You hear Seungkwan call out loudly, as if announcing to the entire word his formidable and underlying love and affection towards you. "You'll do great today! I love you!"

[resowrites]

The Fight Before Christmas (part 2) - oneshot.

Summary: All is finally revealed, but will Henry and his girlfriend’s relationship ever be the same? (follow on from this oneshot, but can be read as a standalone story).

Pairings: AU!Henry Cavill x Girlfriend!OC

Warnings: 18+ only (adult themes), angst, fluff, relationship difficulties/argument, brief mention toxic family dynamics, brief mention of illness/end of life care, brief allusion to smut, dialogue heavy, time hopping/vignette style, language, pet names, nondescript OC body type/appearance, hastily written/lightly proofread.

WC: 4549

A/N: Phew, here it is folks. Sorry it’s a little rushed. This week’s been crazy and I ran out of time. I hope you all enjoy and as ever, please let me know your thoughts. This piece is a big bowl of happy/sad soup, please take care when reading as I know it can be a difficult time of year. I wish all of you a safe, peaceful Holiday - R x

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The Fight Before Christmas (part 2) - oneshot.

Saturday 12:38 am

Henry hurried back inside, dazed and confused about what just happened. A rhythmic thumping noise then stopped him in his tracks. It was Kal plodding down the stairs. He usually hid in Ollie's office during the colder months, the warmth of the radiator under her desk providing a cosy place for naps. He crouched down and cuddled his boy. He must have heard the arguing, gone into their bedroom like he normally did at that time, and found them both missing. He wracked his brain for what to do. If he did go after her, she might not come back at all. But he just couldn't fathom why she was so determined to get away. He knew it wasn't anything he'd done, it was now technically the weekend which also meant he was officially off work until January. He'd been so looking forward to spending Christmas with her. Kal nudged at the hem of her coat, which dangled from the hook above them and whimpered. She'd left without it.

He shot back up and tried to find his phone, eventually realising it was still in the kitchen. He knew she probably wouldn't pick up, but he had to try. "Hi, this is Ollie. I'm sorry I can't take your call. Leave a message and I'll get back to you, thanks!" Just hearing her voice made his stomach drop. He tried to stay calm and think logically about where she might be headed. The nearest hotel was only a b&b and took a good two hours to get to, even at that time. Her only friends within an hour's distance were Rachel, Laura, and Claire. Laura used to be a nurse, but she also had young children. Would she bother her at that time? What if Laura didn't pick up and he couldn't reach either of them? His mind carried on racing until he felt something warm slide across his hand. Kal had followed him into the kitchen and was licking his fingers. "What am I gunna do mate, eh?" Kal's head merely tilted from left to right. He sighed and noticed the glass still spread out over the counter. He'd tidy up, keep ringing round for a bit, and then make up the sofa just in case she came back. But his plan didn't reassure him for long. Not when he actually looked around and knew that, already, the house seemed to have changed completely. He stared back down at his phone and decided to try texting her as well.

***

Saturday 8:06 am

"Oh Laura, thank God. Is she alright?"

"She's fine, didn't you see my text? I'm sorry I missed your calls--"

"She needs to get her hand stitched!"

"Don't worry, I've already taken care of it--"

"Well where is she? Can I talk to her?"

"Henry, calm down. I promise you, she's alright--"

"Good, then I'm on my way now." She hesitated.

"I'm not sure that's the best idea…" Henry's hand hovered over his car keys.

"What do you mean? I need her home, Laura." The worry in his voice made her heart pinch.

"I know, but I think she should stay here for a bit. What the hell happened? She was in a complete state… are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine - and I still don't bloody know! She's been acting strangely and I pushed too hard trying to find out why. I think something's up with her job, but it's not like her to just run off… something else must have happened. I've never seen her like it before, she got so angry she smashed a bottle she was holding. Has she really not said anything to you?"

"No, but then you know how stubborn she is. Don't worry, she's welcome to stay but I'll try and get her home as soon as I can. Right, I better go ring round and see if I can get some antibiotics, her hand will be okay but I don't want it getting infected."

"Yeah, sure, sorry I'll let you go. Thanks for all of this though and I'm sorry you were disturbed so late. How are Jack and the kids?"

"Yeah, all good. He'll be back in time for Christmas so my mum's looking after them while I sort out the house."

"Oh God, I'm sorry we're bothering you."

"Nah, I'm enjoying the company actually. I haven't seen her in ages so it'll be good to catch up. Please don't worry yourself, though."

"Easier said than done. To be honest, I'm afraid she won't want to come back."

"Don't be silly, she adores you. All will come right eventually, okay?"

"I hope so. Please keep an eye on her though, I'm worried about her state of mind. She isn't eating, either." She hesitated again, wondering whether or not to tell him Ollie hadn't touched her breakfast.

"I will, and I'll keep you updated. Take care of yourself, alright? And stop worrying."

"Okay, you take care as well… and give her my love." She gave her assurances and they said their goodbyes. She then peered through the kitchen door. Ollie was still sitting in the armchair, staring into space.

***

Friday 8:11 pm

"Ollie? Wh-what are you doing here?" She was in no mood for stupid questions and quickly but carefully pushed past her mother. "Ollie, don't go up there… he won't want to talk!" She let her mother's voice bounce off the stairs. When she came to the right door, she found herself holding her breath.

"… Dad? Dad, it's me, Ollie." He lifted his sagging head from the pillow and blinked until his eyes came into focus.

"W-why… why are you here?! Get out… now! Go on, go…" His rage quickly dissolved into a coughing fit.

"Dad, please. I've been trying to see you for weeks. I even had mum leave the phone by your bed so I could ring. B-but that doesn't matter now, how are you?" For several minutes he didn't respond, choosing instead to keep his cold gaze fixed on her face. Eventually, she looked away.

"Thirty-three."

"… I-I'm sorry?"

"Thirty-three years of age… and what do you have to show for it?" Her mouth went dry. "You should be a director at that company, and what are you? A glorified calculator. Why don't you toddle on back to him, while you still can? He'll get bored of you eventually…"

"That's not true."

"Oh, but it is. He doesn't love you. You're a failure, my girl. My biggest disappointment." There was no use countering his words with the same arguments she'd made time and time again. Compared to her sisters, she'd always been treated unfairly. And that wasn't about to change.

"… I-I just came to say, I'm sorry. For everything. I forgive you as well. Please, be at peace Dad. I love you." She then hurried from the room, almost bumping into her mother who it appeared had been listening in the entire time. They stared at each other for a moment. "I… wish you could have done more to help us." Her mother went to speak, then stopped herself. Ollie looked to the floor, her tears blurring her vision. "Goodbye, mum."

***

Monday

"Are you warm enough, darling? Here, let me put the seat warmers on…"

"I'm fine, love. Honest." Henry stopped fidgeting with the dials and the pair locked eyes for a moment. She cleared her throat. "… Thanks for coming to get me. And I'm sorry, for all the… theatrics." He smiled softly.

"Don't be daft. I'm just glad you're alright."

"No, I mean it. I shouldn't have handled things the way I did or said--"

"Darling, it's alright. And I'm sorry too. You said you needed space and I should have listened." An idea then popped into Henry's head. He didn't know if he could pull it off, but he'd look into it the minute they got back. "Christ, have you ever seen so much traffic on these roads? I'm sorry, I'll try and get us home as quick as I can."

"Don't worry, I don't need to be back for nine."

"Oh? Okay, well we should still be back before ten." Henry shifted awkwardly in his seat. It was less than a week until Christmas and although he was desperate to know more, he wasn't about to risk asking questions.

"It's fine actually, I won't be working again until January. I've… decided to go freelance." There was a long pause.

"Ollie… did you lose your job?" She sighed.

"Not exactly. Do you remember that presentation I had to give?" He nodded eagerly, trying to balance his attention between her and the road. "Well, it was to suggest some better ways to balance the books… the company's bracing for recession. Anyway, afterward, my new boss thanked me for my 'little talk,' but said he'd decided just to merge my department instead. I could either take a pay cut or redundancy. I gave notice right there and then. The cheeky fucker even asked if he could take me out for a drink and see whether he could find something else for me." She sniffed hard and wiped her face.

"Oh, my darling…"

"No, it's fine. Really. I know someone else in the company who went freelance about a year ago. They've already let me know they're happy to help me get set up. It'll be tough at first and I'll need to be close to my client base… but in the long term I should have greater flexibility." She tried to smile convincingly but Henry could see the fear in her eyes. At that moment, her phone pinged.

"Well, I'll be here for you every step of the way. I'll always support— darling? What's wrong?" She quickly shut off the screen.

"I, uh… nothing. It's nothing."

"… Ollie, what's going on?" She swallowed back the lump forming in her throat.

"It's nothing, darling. I mean, nothing that's worth discussing at the moment." The rest of the journey home was silent.

***

Boxing Day

Things had more or less returned to normal and they spent a lovely, if hectic, couple of days with Henry's family. They travelled back late Christmas day night so they could spend Boxing Day together. They even waited to exchange gifts. It was a tradition they'd kept from the beginning of their relationship. No matter their plans over the holidays, Boxing Day was just for the two of them. And this year Ollie was more grateful for it than ever before. She wasn't normally awake before Henry, but she took the opportunity to curl into his chest and feel the warmth of his skin against her own. "Mmmm g'morning… do I take it I'm getting my Christmas present before breakfast?" He growled into her neck, the sensation making her squeal.

"Oh behave yourself, I was cold… that's all."

"Mm-hm, I believe ya…" Henry climbed on top of her, pulling down the waistband of her pants while he smothered her with kisses.

"Henry! S-stop it!" He harrumphed, collapsed on top of her, and buried his face in her neck. "Er… what are you doing?! Get off, I can't breathe!"

"You said you were cold so I'm keeping you warm! Mmmm you've got your baby smell…" Henry breathed deeply, refusing to budge. She sighed.

***

"Hey, wait a minute, where're my bloody presents?" Henry's nose had led him straight into the kitchen, where she was making a cooked breakfast. He then tried to lift a slice of bacon straight out of the frying pan, causing her to swat his hand.

"OW! I only wanted a nibble… am I to be starved of a Boxing Day morn as well?"

"Oh shut up. How many times do I have to tell you? No eating until I've plated up. And your presents are under the tree, santa obviously didn't check his list twice this year." Henry smirked and shuffled off into the living room. "Hey! No bloody peeking!"

***

"There you are my sweet boy, is that good?" She watched as Kal dived into the bowl of cooked giblets, smoothing down the knitted Christmas jumper she'd made for him, over his back.

"Hey, why does he get to have his presents before me?"

"Cos he's not a whiney little shit. That's why."

"Well, it's a good job I'm the forgiving sort. Heads up!" Henry lobbed a present straight at her, almost conking her on the head.

"Jesus Henry, you almost took me out!" But he just grinned and carried on munching away at some leftover toast.

"W-what… what’s this?" She opened the box to find a large, plastic magnifying glass.

"Well, you know how you're really vain and won't get glasses--"

"I'm vain?!?!"

"… I thought it might come in handy," Henry then reached over and clicked a button on the side, "see? It lights up and look, it even folds in half…"

"Oh? Well then you know where you can stick it…" He struggled to hold in his laughter.

"What? That's a lovely gift! I bet you didn’t put as much thought into mine…"

"Well why don't you open it and see? I'm tempted to throw it but I might strain my wrist…" Henry lifted the heavy box onto his lap.

"Christ, what did you get me?" He ripped away the paper.

"It's a Hollywood mirror, like the ones you get in your trailers. Now you can be the star of the show, even at home…" Henry rubbed his jaw, trying to hide his smile.

"Well, d'ya like it?" He nodded, still unable to look straight into her deadpan eyes. "Oh good. You got any more for me?" Henry pointed towards another box. She gasped the minute she opened it.

"You got me new headphones?! Oh, Henry… these must have cost a fortune!"

"Do you like them? They're proper noise-cancelling ones."

"So I don't have to listen to you anymore?! Oh my God, I love them! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" He chuckled.

"Well?!"

"Well, what?!"

"Where's my kiss?" She sighed and plonked herself next to him, pecking his fuzzy cheek. "Is that last one for me?" Henry eyed the final box beneath the tree. She gulped. Normally they promised only to buy each other a couple of joke presents. She reasoned that he spoiled her enough, even though they both knew that wasn't quite true. She'd never let Henry spend much money on her. She felt she had enough of her own and more to the point, it made her uncomfortable. But she hadn't anticipated the headphones. Uneasily, she watched as he ripped open the paper. Henry stared down at the gift for several moments. A boxset of Witcher books.

"I, er… thought you might want to double-check the source material." To this day, she didn't know how she managed to keep a straight face. He cleared his throat, put the books aside, and got to his feet. "What are you doing?"

"You've got a five-minute headstart."

***

Henry spent most of the next hour chasing her around the house, culminating in sex which lasted a further two. "Hey, do you remember our first Christmas?" He whispered eventually, his body still wrapped around her own.

"Mmm, you mean where you broke the oven door checking on the turkey?"

"I was just seeing if it was done!"

"… Or to make sure it was cooking evenly."

"Well what can I say, I'd yet to fully appreciate your culinary prowess. I think even my mum's turkey can't beat yours."

"It did that year." Henry chuckled. "But thanks for the bargaining chip. I've got something to hold over you now if ever you should cross me…"

"Ollie, look at me." She turned her head. "You've got to learn to be more forgiving…" She swatted him on the arm. "Right, come on, we can’t lay here all day."

"Oh, I thought you'd want another round?"

"Always. But come on, get dressed and then meet me in the car."

"Why? Are you throwing me out? On Boxing Day?! Oh, Henry. It was only some books." Henry ignored her deadpan face.

"Well, as deserved as that might be, it's actually so I can give you your last gift. Just put together a bag of any extra stuff you want to bring, your clothes are already packed."

"What d'ya mean? Where are we going?"

"You'll see. Come on, shift it." He spanked her backside and pulled her out of bed.

"Well hang on, I better get some knickers as well. I know you won't have packed them." Henry smirked.

***

She jogged downstairs, her rucksack already on her back, only to find Henry still in the living room. "Oh no, don't tell me the car won’t start? Didn't you only just fill it up?" The look on his face was unreadable and his arms remained crossed. "Henry, what is it?"

"Your mum just phoned." A pit opened in her stomach. "She's been trying to get hold of you since Monday. Your father’s been moved into end of life care."

"Yes, I know." She dropped her rucksack to the floor and began rooting around it, more for something to do at that moment than anything else.

"Apparently he's been sick for a while."

“I only found out last month."

"… And you didn't think to tell me?" She moved her chargers to another pocket, concerned they'd scratch her tablet. "Ollie?"

"What, Henry?" She snapped back up, exasperation now lacing her voice. He had to tread carefully.

"Why didn't you say anything?!" She sighed.

"Because you'd just given me the promise ring and found out you were playing Superman again! Things were so happy that I wanted to wait, but then they told you they were recasting, and after that came Christmas. When exactly was I meant to tell you?!"

"Don't make excuses Ollie, there's never a right moment for that sort of news and you know it. I mean I knew something was wrong, but I never suspected it was this. You've spent all this time with it weighing on you, and for what? If it was my father you wouldn't have been able to do enough for me!"

"Your Dad's not like mine!" She tried desperately to hold back her tears. Henry rushed towards her. "No, stop! I’m okay, really."

"For God's sake, stop it! No, you're not. None of this is okay! Is that where you were Friday? What the hell did he say to you?!" Relief washed over her. At least her mother hadn't told him that much.

"Nothing, we said our goodbyes and parted peacefully. I was just exhausted by the time I got back, it was a bloody long day."

"Stop lying to me, Ollie. And why aren't you talking to your mum? You can't just cut off your family— "

"Henry, enough. I'm not discussing it. Today's supposed to be our day." Henry sighed and bowed his head.

"… I just wish that, for once, you could trust me enough to be honest. That's all." He kissed her forehead, picked up her rucksack, and headed out the door.

***

For the first half an hour, the journey was mostly silent. Eventually, she couldn't stand it anymore. "I'm sorry, okay? I hate that part of my life, and I didn't want any more of it bleeding into everything we've built together--"

"Ollie, you never have to hide anything from me!"

"Just let me finish. I thought I was protecting us from all of it but… clearly not. So, in the new year, I'm gunna get some help."

"What, you mean like… therapy? Darling, I'm not going anywhere, surely you know that?"

"It's not just for us, I need some help trying to process everything better as well." Henry's heart sank.

"Okay… but please know that I'm here for you. I mean it Ollie, there's nothing you can't talk to me about. Will you let me pay for the sessions? What else can I do?"

"My savings will cover it, darling. And you do enough for me, you always have." Another silence descended over the car.

***

After an hour and a half, they finally arrived at a little cottage, perched along with its neighbour in the corner of a meadow that rolled down to a private beach. "Oh my God, is that the sea?!" Ollie clasped her hands together in delight. Henry just smiled, grabbed their bags, and led her into one of the most beautiful living rooms she'd ever seen. Low oak beams and a large, roaring fireplace framed the neatly whitewashed walls, all currently adorned with holly and ivy. "So… first impressions?"

"It's beautiful," She ducked in and out of the other rooms, her excitement only growing, "I could stay here forever!" His smile grew wider.

"Well that's lucky… cos it's yours." Henry winged a set of keys right at her, the shock of what he'd just said almost causing her to drop them.

"You what?!"

"I've still got some paperwork to sign, but it's yours darling."

"I, I…" She fell to the sofa, struggling to comprehend what was happening. He gently took a seat beside her. "Henry… you can't buy me a house!"

"Why not?" She jumped to her feet and quickly started pacing about.

"Because it's too much! We already have a lovely house! Oh my God, it must have cost the earth, at least me pay half--" Henry climbed to his feet and rubbed her shoulders in a vain attempt to calm her down.

"You're not paying a bloody penny. Consider it our holiday home if you must, but I wanted you to have a place to go when you need space. I know you find being at home tough when I'm away, so this can be a change of scenery. You love the sea and I'll feel a lot better if I know you're safe and comfortable here. And don't worry, there's a lovely older couple next door, they've already told me they're happy to help look after the place when we're gone." She was so overwhelmed she couldn’t speak. He wiped the tears from her eyes and cradled her face, "will you please accept it?" She dashed back into the hallway and Henry could hear the unzipping of her rucksack.

"… Only if you accept this. It doesn't quite compare to a house, but I hope you'll like it all the same."

"You got me a Christmas card?" She ignored his deadpan face and snatched back the envelope. She then took a deep breath.

“Henry William - and one I still can't pronounce - Cavill. You live to irritate me," Henry's look of confusion was replaced by a set of pursed lips, "you somehow manage to make more mess than Kal, as well as shed twice as much hair--"

"Is this actually leading somewhere?"

"And I'll be amazed if I don't lose all of my hair by the time you lose the rest of yours. All that being said, I don't want to miss another second of any of it, ever again. Will you marry me?"

"… What?" His voice was small and confused.

"I said, will you marry me?!" Henry blinked a few times and took a couple of steps back, rubbing his forehead as he chuckled.

"Are you serious?" She nodded eagerly. "No… you want to marry me? For real?!"

"Yes!" He then rushed towards her. Before she knew it, she was in a fireman's lift being wildly spun about while Henry whooped and cheered at the top of his lungs. Poor Kal could only bark in confusion.

"HENRY! P-PUT ME DOWNNN!" By the time he stood her upright, she was close to falling down. Henry grabbed then her cheeks, which gradually helped the room stop spinning.

"Are you sure though, darling? You were adamant about not getting married. You're not just doing it because, well… I mean a lot's going on at the moment."

"Henry, whether it be love or demonic possession, I truly wish to marry you--"

"But you're not just asking because I bought the house, are you? Are these actually Playstation vouchers?" He picked up the envelope that had dropped to the floor in all the chaos.

"Oh… I thought you wanted Xbox ones?" Henry's mouth fell open, causing her to snicker. "Why don't you just open it?" He eyed her suspiciously before tearing open the envelope. "As I was the one to propose, I thought you'd probably want to pick out the rings. So… is that a yes then?" Henry's vision blurred as he looked down at the invitation for a fitting at a bespoke jeweller.

"Henry?!" She wiped the tears that spilled down his face as he nodded.

"… But what about our promise rings?"

"Well, they can be our engagement rings." Henry chewed his lip, still struggling to believe what was happening.

"So are you going to be a 'Mrs?' And take my last name?"

"Mm-hm."

"Are you gunna wear a dress?"

"Mm-hm."

"Can I call you 'wife,' now? All the time?"

"Mmm… let's say twice a day. Once in the morning and once at night. And only after we're married."

"Okay well let's circle back to that… can we have guests? Not too many but a few? Where are we going to have it? And when?!" His face was so eager and bright that she couldn't help but smile.

"Well… this place looks like it's got a nice little garden. Why don't we have it out there as soon as the weather's warmer? We could then go back to ours and have a garden party, that way more people could attend afterward--" Henry quickly pulled her into a tight hug.

"… You don't have to do this just to make me happy." She smiled against the middle of his chest, the weight of his arms around her only adding to her comfort.

"I'm doing it because of how happy you make me, you silly sod."

"I love you, my darling."

"Right up until you leave more for an eighteen-year-old?" Henry tutted.

"Look at me, I'm not going anywhere. How could I ever leave my wally Ollie?"

"But what if my arse gets bigger?"

"… How big are we talking?" She bopped him on the arm. "Well I suppose I can always have the doors widened," she rolled her eyes, "don't worry! As you said, I won't have much hair left by then, no one else will want me." She sighed. "I love you, my darling."

"And I, you. Fuck knows why."

"Well, maybe this'll also help. I'm not leaving in January."

"What? Why?! You said I could have this place to myself!" Henry roared with laughter.

"I thought you'd be pleased!"

"Well… I suppose. But what happened?"

"Filming got pushed back." She eyed him warily.

"Henry--"

"Darling, I want to be with you--"

"But you can't just turn down work! What will--" Henry gently clamped his hand over her mouth.

"Ah, much better. Now, are you gunna say it back or what?" She shoved his hand away.

"Say what, you arch idiot?"

"You know what!" She sighed again.

"I love you too. There, happy?" Henry tilted her chin and kissed her deeply.

"More than any man on God's green earth."

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December 5th

pairing: Pero Tovar x reader

warnings: fluff, some light smut (thigh grinding)

words: 1.2k

a/n: as always, a bit longer with Pero and it's also set in the vague past. inspo from the quote prompt "I totally definitely did not just watch you chop wood outside” from @toomanystoriessolittletime's winter writing challenge ❄️

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“If you drop one more egg, I’m going to make you muck out the stables instead of him,” your sister, Martha told you, looking pointedly between you and the hired hand that was currently outside chopping wood. 

You wrenched your attention away from the way his body moved to look at her, heat creeping up your neck. Still, you avoided, “Instead of who?” 

“Oh, do not try to deny it, I’ve been watching you watch him for the past half hour. And you’ve lost one egg and only barely managed to save another you’re so distracted,” she impugned. 

“You have two dozen chickens, it’s not as if we are hurting for eggs,” you muttered, sheepish at having been caught. 

“Regardless, I will not have needless waste in my house because you are staring at the hired hand.” 

“He has a name,” you reminded her, thinking that Pero deserved to be referred to as such. 

“Fine,” Martha acceded. “Stop trying to picture Pero’s nude body and get back to baking. 

Your mouth dropped open in shock that she would even say that aloud, but Martha just laughed loudly and ushered you away from the window. 

___

An hour later, with the cake in the oven and Martha keeping an eye on it, you had been sent to collect the eggs and skim the milk for cream. Skimming the cream was one of your favorite chores, quiet and meditative. The shed it was kept in had an open doorway that faced the house, but from where you were standing, all you could see was the stacked firewood. 

And then a couple minutes later, you could also see Pero, back again with the ax and a cord of wood over his shoulder. He made it look effortless, but you knew it must be ridiculously heavy. The thought of what else he could do with those strong arms made you shiver. 

You lost track of what you were doing for several seconds, just watching him starting to do… whatever it was he was doing. You weren’t paying much attention to the technicalities. 

So you also didn’t notice when Pero looked up and caught sight of you through the doorway. Which meant you just about jumped out of your skin when he spoke. “I hear you are making an almond cake.”

You gasped loud, hand coming to your heart and splashing some of the milk. Luckily it wasn’t the cream or else Martha would have your hide. 

Pero’s eyes got wide and he looked so sweet and sorry you couldn’t help but adore him, “I am sorry, I did not mean to scare you.” 

You stood, having actually finished the skimming while you were distracted, and you wanted to move on before you embarrassed yourself. 

“It’s fine, I was just woolgathering. Um, yes, almond cake, do you like it?” you asked, getting the subject back on track and moving out into the open air. Hopefully the chill would help you think straight. 

“Yes, it reminds me of home,” he told you softly and when you looked up, his warm brown eyes were deep, just asking you to fall into them. 

“What are you— I mean, you were cutting wood earlier, so why are you cutting more now? Do we really need that much?” you laughed awkwardly. 

“This morning I was chopping the logs into pieces and now I am splitting them so they are the right size for the hearth,” he explained, gesturing with his large hands and you got distracted again, wetting your lips as you looked at them. 

Pero noticed your stares, had noticed them for weeks but was waiting for you to decide what you wanted to do. After all, you were the sister of his employer and he was only planning to stay in the area for a few months longer, getting food and board on the way to his own brother. William had a farm with both of their names on it waiting just a mountain away from where you lived. 

In Pero’s distracted daytime fantasies, he pictured wedding you and taking you home with him, coming home to you everyday. 

And in his nighttime fantasies, he pictured what you would feel like under him, how sweet you would taste, the sounds you would make when he touched you. Like how he wanted to touch you now, with the hands you couldn’t stop staring at. 

The two of you were broken from your separate albeit related reveries by the loud squawk of a chicken. 

“I— I have to go collect eggs!” you said, unnecessarily loud and hurried away. 

“Yes, of course,” Pero replied, watching you practically run away from your desire. 

___

That night, long after Martha and your brother-in-law, John, were asleep, you snuck downstairs, avoiding the creaky steps, because you needed one more sliver of the spice cake. Martha had finished it with her famous orange marmalade icing and it might’ve been the best thing you ever tasted. 

The fire in the hearth had dwindled, leaving just coals, but you didn’t need the light to find your way, you were more than familiar with the layout of the house. What you weren’t expecting was to trip over a pair of boots as you walked past the chair closest to the fire. 

For the second time that day, your hand flew to your heart and Pero apologized for scaring you. 

“I must have fallen asleep reading. The fire is low, I should build it before I return to my quarters,” he said, referring to the loft that was on the far end of the house from the other bedrooms.

As he spoke, he relit the candle he must have been using to read, just about an inch of it left but enough that it became very clear that he was fully dressed and you were in your white cotton nightgown. It wasn’t revealing, but it was intimate enough that you felt heat creep up your chest and neck in embarrassment. 

“I don’t know, it feels pretty warm in here to me,” you don’t know what possessed you to say that, but his soft, sleepy eyes and the warmth of his face in the candlelight had your heart beating faster. 

“Well maybe you are feverish, because I am cold,” he said with a chuckle. 

“Maybe… maybe I can help you with that,” you told him and took a step forward. And then another. You leaned forward and then, with his help, climbed onto his lap. 

Your hands rested on his shoulders for balance, one knee between his and the other pressed into the side of the overstuffed chair. The skirt of your nightgown had to be rucked up by his rough hands, and you held your breath as you waited for a rip, but he was surprisingly gentle. His hands came to your hips when he was done and you settled your weight down, breathing in deeply when his thigh pressed against the most intimate part of you. 

“Pero,” you breathed, and then he was kissing you. 

His full lips pressed into yours, your arms wrapped around his neck, and he tugged you closer until your chest was flush with his. The thin fabric of your nightgown let him feel your warmth easily, and he moaned into your mouth when he felt your hips move against his thigh. 

He helped you along, moving you in a slow grind until you had to pull away to gasp a quiet whine of his name and your body shook in his arms.

After a couple shaky breaths of calming yourself down and trying to regain some semblance of dignity, you asked, “warmer yet?” 

Pero laughed lightly and kissed your cheek, “Almost, but I think I want more of your heat.”

🌨️🌨️🌨️

[localplaguenurse]

Chex's Masterlist

A list of the fics or headcanons I’ve written! I may have missed a couple of headcanons here and there because they were just one off questions from the ask box. Mostly wanted to keep track of the long lists. 

Some of my fics have suggestive or mature content. Read the tags, proceed with caution, and if you can’t read this stuff for one reason or another, best to move on. Also, in case you're wondering why a lot of my oneshots have to do with Pantalone; I love him and he is my muse.

Have fun!

Ongoing Fics

You've Got My Eyes: Zhongli/Reader slowburnish fic where Reader is a single mom in Inazuma after a one night stand with the man of the hour; ongoing

the capillaries in my eyes are bursting: Dottore/Reader angst fic, aka the "dottore divorce fic" where Reader is sick of feeling neglected and unappreciated by her husband; ongoing

you are someone i have loved, but never known: Pantalone centric fic where Arlecchino finds a baby left on the steps of the House of Hearth; ongoing and slow to update

Falling Head over Heels: Pantalone/Male Reader where Reader is an author with retinitis pigmentosa (hereditary degenerative eye disease), pt 2, pt 3, pt 4, pt 5, pt 6, pt 7

Complete Fics

it’s all that i can give to you, my dear: Pantalone/Reader smutfic, a sequel to take all you can, give nothing back; completed

As Gold as the Ginkgo Trees: Morax/Reader arranged marriage slowburn set during the Archon War; completed (see also: the ginkgo trees masterlist with all my other headcanons/fics/aus)

Oneshots

Little Helper: Pantalone family fluff oneshot, technically Pantalone/Reader but it’s not really the focal point

Catch of the Day: Zhongli/Reader Mermay oneshot

that is enough: Fear and Hunger angst oneshot where Cahara returns home after... everything goes wrong. Please read the tags before reading.

Hold on Tight: Pantalone/Reader smut oneshot where someone goes a little overboard during sexy times.

Pretty in Pink: Hwei/Reader smut oneshot, and the only league fic I'll write

zero days until the party: My take on the bite of '83, child death warning

Have Your Cake and Eat It Too: Pantalone/Reader smut oneshot I wrote for my birthday where Pantalone gets bored at his own party

Playing strip poker with Pantalone: Self explanatory. Not really smutty, mainly silly, but still suggestive so you know the drill

The Price for Greed: Dragon Pantalone smut oneshot that has been sitting in my google docs for too damn long

an act of kindness: Pantalone oneshot where he's too tired for sex, so you give him a bubble bath. Starts spicy but doesn't go full smut, mainly domestic fluff.

Or You Lose: Modern era oneshot where Pantalone is a nightclub owner, and you're tasked with assassinating him.

i lie in your arms tonight: Pantalone oneshot where you're training a new recruit and things go horrifically wrong. Character death and angst heavy.

Stress Relief: Trans Pantalone/Male Reader smut, horrifically self indulgent

Keep Your Ego in Check: Male Harbinger Reader/Pre-Fatui Pantalone smut that is porn with wayyyyyy too much plot

"It fits you.": Short Pantalone/Reader request where he's jealous

Last Minute: Pantalone/Virgin Reader smut

An Unexpected "Guest": My submission for the 2024 Fatui Con "x reader" fic category

A Debt Repaid: You rescue young orphan Pantalone

Original Writing

a stone in the wall: Original horror story about walking through a serial killer's house, please mind the tags

Headcanons/Ramblings

Pantalone health headcanons

Assorted Pantalone headcanons

Pantalone domestic fluff

Assorted/sorta modern Dottore headcanons

Pantalone being husband material

Pantalone appearance/self care

Modern Dottolone

Arlecchino/Pantalone/Reader NSFW

Casper First Time NSFW Headcanons (A Date With Death)

Kinktober 2024

Week one: Spider Arlecchino/Fem Reader (ao3) (tumblr)

Week two: Pyramid Head Capitano/GN Reader (ao3) (tumblr)

Week three: Mothman Dottore/Fem Reader (ao3) (tumblr)

Finale: Vampire Pantalone/GN Reader (ao3) (tumblr)

[skzstoryvault]

Erase and Rewind (angst, fluff, smut - Hyunjin - Part 3)

F!Reader

ex!Chan

good friend Hyunjin

multi chapter story

this chapter: light fluff

Chan broke up with reader

Reader is moving on

Hyunjin is being a supportive friend

Featuring insecurities, internalised misogyny and self-hate

This is in no way meant as a commentary on the real persons depicted here. They all deserve the world.

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*** Part 2

It’s been a year. You lost a lot of yourself during this time - some select shit beliefs, the ability to give a fuck about other people’s feelings on your decisions, ten kilos of your weight.

You gained a lot, too. A new, wonderful home, closer to Hyunjin’s dorm and in a better part of the city. The will to keep it tidy and presentable. The zest for life. Abs and thighs of steel. And it’s all because Hyunjin invited himself into your life and forgot to leave. Or maybe, just maybe, he really likes you even after he discovered more of you. 

He has a way of being inspiring without being pushy, and close without it feeling creepy. He also chose you for a sort of casual intimacy you’ve only ever seen him display with Felix. The more you think of it, he’s given you a gift you thought was not in any human’s power: the elusive self-confidence you’ve been struggling to acquire since you were a teen. And he wasn’t direct or forceful about it - he just taught you how to dance like him. You remember the first time he dragged you into the practice room. You felt under pressure, because Hyunjin is a choreography god. But, unlike with Chan, who used to intimidate the living soul out of you in his capacity as an idol and a band leader, with Hyunjin you felt safe to goof off and weren’t afraid to mess up. The stakes were comfortably low and he created an atmosphere where it was expected to have fun first and be technical later. 

“Just follow my movements in the mirror,” he had said, and after a short time of getting used to him and the way he led, you found out you were way better at it than you thought. That was months ago. It was so much fun, that neither of you noticed the hours spent sweating together adding up. “What are you two doing in there? I hope nothing that requires an NDA.” Lee Know remarked at some point. “Hyunjin, you sound and look like you had a Spanish Fly milkshake, without fail.” “Not a word to her, everyone. If you have issues with how long we are in there and how often we hang out, address them to me.” Hyunjin said, unusually serious. “I mean it.” Usually, the members  roast one another endlessly, and Hyunjin is not excluded. But that one time, they listened and no one made a single remark since. Soon came the dance challenges - Hyunjin in the front, you at the back, both or just you with caps and masks and hoodies with the hood on. Some of the videos ended up on Hyunjin’s tiktok but no one batted an eye. You are halfway between Chan and Hyunjin, height-wise, and your recent pastime melted the fat off your hips and other areas. You easily pass for a guy in baggy clothing and everyone assumes you’re one of the backup dancers or some other idol from the same company who is just friends with Hyunjin - so that’s not even an issue. 

You discovered that dancing comes easily to you, especially when Hyunjin is choreographing. Most of the time it’s K-Pop songs, not just Stray Kids ones, and you like them just fine, but every now and then you bring a dirty trap song or an Afrobeats one that you vibe to privately and Hyunjin feels challenged to design a dance to go with the track that you like so much. On one of those days, he went to his notes, drawing more stick figures and annotating his sequence, leaving the song playing in a loop. You were feeling yourself and you were still in front of the mirror, so you busted your most carefree C-walk footwork and leaned into it. “Baby! What is that??? That’s awesome, where did you learn to do that?” Hyunjin said, looking up from his papers. “Oh? This? This is the C-walk, the C stands for Crip and rappers like Snoop Dogg and Blueface include these moves in their videos. There are people all over youtube doing improv with these steps… But they’re not complicated, I just default to this because it’s the most fun way to move. Plus it looks cool,” you explained. “Show me! Teach me, please. Slow it down first.” Hyunjin said, coming up to stand next to you. 

After that, he made sure to always bust a C-walk move or two in content for fans or in behind the scenes videos. He even told you he began feeling cooler and more laid back, not trying so hard and not living for approval. He leaned in one time and said “every time you see me happy, doing my little gangsta steps, it means I’m thinking of you!” 

You giggled, finding no words, delighted that you had something to give to the god who had everything. Looking back, you realise that in the past year plus, you forgot to be angry, hurt and ashamed about Chan breaking up with you. You saw Chan and his new girlfriend often at the dorm, but it was casual and it caused no reaction in you. Something strange also happened. Back before you began dating him and during that time, you used to think he was dizzyingly gorgeous and your body was frantically cycling through all the reactions it knew in response to how attractive you found him. Now you can tell that he’s a beautiful man who works out and cares about his appearance, and someone who is smart, brilliant and loyal as a friend - but your insides are not rioting about it. 

You’re not sure how you feel about the nothingness stretching out inside you. A part of you is questioning the lack of interest in potential partners, especially since you’re surrounded by some of the most beautiful guys in the world. Another part of you fiercely protects the scarred part of your soul which only knows the pain of having been abandoned. Because that was it, wasn’t it? You weren’t just blue because of a break-up, although that in itself had come as a blow for you. You were mourning the immediate withdrawal of Chan’s warmth towards you, like a punishment for choosing something he had not had time to accept. You were sure that he didn’t see it the same way, and maybe by now he was more assuredly childfree than back in the day. But you could not rule over Chan’s feelings, just your own.

Final part

[astralisbelle]

Silk For Armor 2 - An Offer He Cannot Refuse

Silk For Armor Masterlist tags: dancer!reader, singer!reader, reader has backstory, s3 not canon, diverges around TBOBF, half fix-it fic, half super self-indulgence, original locations and lore, eventual reveal of reader backstory, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, eventual smut

chapter summary: The Mandalorian receives a strange request. He begins to suspect that there is more to this job and dancer than meets the eye. WARNINGS: attempted assault, attempted SA, coercion, major violence

note: WHEW It's been a while since I uploaded. I'm so excited to share this very long chapter with you all but PLEASE PLEASE mind the warnings. Thanks!!

“Kidnap me.”

The Mandalorian jerks himself back, startled by the bold request. The wording also throws him off, but that’s the least of his worries right now. “E...Excuse me?”

“Kidnap me!” she echoes. “Please. You have to take me away and take me away soon.” She clasps her hands in front of her chest, a burning desperation in her eyes.

“Why?”

“Kaslur. He’s… getting impatient.”

“Impatient for what?” She drags her gaze away, looking at the floor. Din’s eyes widen behind his visor. “What… is going to happen to you?”

She shakes her head. “I’m not entirely sure, but Kaslur has been begging me to quit dancing to go live with him. We’ve been playing this game for years, but the fuse is wearing thin.” As the realization sinks in for him, he thinks about how a girl like her has little options in a place like this. No one can help her. No one would, lest they wanted to incur the wrath of a crime lord, himself included.

“And if I do? He’d come after me. Might even chase you to the ends of the galaxy.”

The dancer pouts. “I… I-I’ll help you. Or, when you take me back home, I’ll make sure you’re properly compensated.”

“Home?” He thought someone like her was out of place here. “And where is home?”

She straightens her posture. “...I will tell you if you agree to this.”

“Now’s not the time to be keeping secrets.”

“If you knew my secrets, then you’d know why I keep them.”

He stares at her, scrutinizes every bit of her. How confusing this dancer is… She carries herself with a certain grace that only performers of her caliber are capable of. Her manner of speaking is eloquent. Yet, there is a certain spark in her eyes that wouldn’t be found on anyone else on this planet, not after its corruption takes hold. Beneath the humble clothes, behind the extensive makeup and costumes, there is someone who clearly needs his help.

“...I don’t know,” he says with a sigh. “I can’t make any guarantees.”

“In that case, I’ll sweeten the deal.” She smiles with confidence. “Let me help you on this job that Kaslur has for you.”

“And how would you help?” She doesn’t look like a fighter, but this girl is full of surprises.

“First of all, you’re new to this planet, aren’t you? Tebin Ramm operates a certain way and I can help you navigate through the channels. Second of all.” She glances around. “You need a place to stay the night where you can actually get some sleep, right? Unfortunately, most of these hotels charge by the hour if you understand my meaning.” He nods. “I have a flat above the theater. It’s… cozy. And since it’s my place, it’s technically protected.”

Din holds up his hand. “Won’t Kaslur object?”

“What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” She reaches into a pocket and pulls out something small, popping off the cap and twisting the bottom. Before he asks what it is, she presses the red wax to her lips and applies it, bringing out the color of her skin. Then, she rubs some of it on her fingers. “Give me your arm.”

“W-Why?”

“You just walked into a working hotel. It’d be strange if you didn’t come out with marks.” She holds out her hand. “C’mon, it washes off easy with just some water and it’ll cover our tracks.” Mostly hers, he’s guessing. With a sigh, he gives her his arm. The dancer smudges the cosmetic onto his beskar then makes another smear on his chest. “And now…” She steps forward. “For the final touches.” She closes her eyes and plants a quick kiss on his chest armor, leaving a red mark. Din is about to stumble back, but she leans up on the tips of her toes and catches him, kissing the bottom of his visor.

“H-Hey!” He lifts a hand to wipe it off, but she shouts.

“Don’t! Not until you get to my place.”

Din groans, his hand finding it hard to leave all those marks in place. “I look ridiculous.”

“So does everyone else on this forsaken planet.” She glances back at a clock on the stand. “We’re almost out of time. You leave first. Tell no one I was here. When Kaslur’s men have ditched the front door, just enter the theater and I’ll take you to my place.” With that, she pulls the hood of her cloak over her head. “I’ll go now. You wait ten minutes, then go back to the theater.”

“...Fine.”

Din can’t remember the last time someone got that close to him and lived. The last — and only — person to touch his face was Grogu. Each time he thinks of his companion, his heart yearns. Though, he is thankful that Grogu does not have to see any of this planet. As he walks back to the theater, escorts and bystanders call out the marks, flushing red to his cheeks. This better work as an alibi.

He returns to the theater, finding that it has emptied itself of gangsters for the time being. Workers wipe down the tables and stage and when the last of them has gone, the dancer reappears. She takes him around the back and up the stairs into a loft that overlooks the entire red-light district. It’s a humble apartment, but it is kept tidy and clean. “Are you hungry?” she asks, putting her cloak on a coat rack.

“I am. But I cannot eat with you.”

“I know.” She points to a covered plate on the counter. “I warmed up some soup for you. I’m going to change, so I’ll close the door. Knock when it’s okay to come out?”

This girl… she has everything so perfectly planned out. From the meeting, to taking him in, right down to his food. Din stares at her for a moment. Who is this woman? And what is she doing in a shithole like this?

“...Sure,” he replies. He watches her go into the bedroom and waits a few seconds to confirm that she is gone before walking over to the covered plate. Sitting at the counter, he hesitates, but he takes off his helmet finally and sets it next to him. Steam touches his face from the noodle soup, its salty scent wetting his tongue. He isn’t polite about practically inhaling it, shoving large wads of noodle and beef into his mouth and swallowing the broth. Din eats fast, as usual. When he finishes and cleans his face, he puts his helmet back on and puts the dishes in the sink, noting its cleanliness as well. He wanders to the room and knocks.

“Come in!”

Come in? That throws him off. He opens the door and walks in. There is a single, rickety bed inside the room along with at least two different dressers. Various dancing costumes hang about with special accessories. Her room is a flourish of color that distracts him momentarily from the sight. She reaches for the top of one of her dressers to place a jewelry box back in place, her short robe showing off those shapely legs that he spotted earlier. When Din catches himself staring, he mentally berates himself and looks away. “How was dinner?” she asks, turning back around.

“D-Delicious. Thank you.”

She nods, her hands resting on her hips. “Alright, well, I know this is kind of a mess.” She laughs, looking around her room. “But, I made the bed for you. Talk to you tomorrow.” Just before she can leave, Din holds out his arm, blocking her from the door.

“I’m sleeping in here?”

“Yes, but don’t worry, I have a couch.” She tries to go; he stops her again, this time by holding her arm. The dancer tenses.

“You’re going through an awful lot of trouble for me.”

She lifts her chin. “Because I hope that you’ll do the same for me.” Kidnap me. “It’ll be dawn soon, Mandalorian. Please, get some rest. The sooner we find Kaslur’s man, the sooner we can both get off this awful planet.”

“I haven’t entirely agreed to take you.”

She grins. “Then I have a whole day to convince you.” She lifts her hand, thumb swiping some lipstick off his helmet. Shit, he forgot that was there. “Red’s a good color on you.” He lets her go immediately and she leaves the bedroom all to him. Now, Din is alone with her bed and her army of costumes surrounding him. As he removes his armor to clean off the makeup, he takes in the sight of every piece. Some outfits are… more revealing than others. He recognizes the one she wore earlier and then his eyes wander to some of the accessories: fans, feathers, all sorts of fun things. Din wonders how she uses them.

Just before he settles into bed, he has half a mind to look around. This woman is more than dancer, that much he can surmise, but to what extent? He’s curious, but he knows better than to violate her privacy, especially when she has been so considerate of his. When he settles into bed, her scent assaults him: clean and flowery. It oddly calms him and lulls him to sleep fast.

“So, who is the unlucky fellow?” she asks, sitting at the counter and eating a piece of bread. Din remains standing and slides the puck towards her, turning it on. Her brows lift in recognition of the Weequay. “Huh, that’s Mazarg Eq.”

“You know him?”

“Used to be an enforcer for Kaslur a few years back. Last I heard, Kaslur caught him in one of the spice dens, getting high on the boss’s supply. He’s not dead? That’s… lucky?”

“Kaslur mentioned something about him having a necklace.”

“A necklace?” She strokes her chin. “Don’t know anything about that. But, if I were Eq, I’d likely still be hooked on spice. Unfortunately. But I can’t get high at any of the dens that are supplied by Kaslur. So… I’d have to go to a rival’s supplied den. You know, for sanctuary.” Din slowly turns his head so the T of his visor faces her directly, as if asking how in the hell she ascertained that. The dancer shrugs. “That’s just the way things are around here.”

“...It would make sense. Also, if that’s true, then that’s the reason why Kaslur can’t send any of his own men. He’d start a turf war.” Din stands up, swiping the puck off the table and sliding it into his belt. “Would you know where these rival dens are?”

“I would.” She stands too, grabbing her cloak. “It’s not gonna be pretty.”

Once again, she is correct. Din’s throat tightens as she leads him through the district. Nearly everyone he sees is either stumbling, passed out, or expelling some body fluid in some way right in the street. No one seems to care. But, when he comes in, shiny expensive beskar on his chest, the junkies take notice. They lick their chapped lips, gaze with blood-shot eyes and fantasize about how much spice they can get with just a scrap of his armor.

Din is ready for someone to try to take it, but he hopes his imposing walk will hold them off.

He glances towards the dancer, her hood up as she stays close to him. “You being spotted here won’t be a problem, will it?” he asks.

“Technically, no. I’m not affiliated with anyone. That being said…” She scans the area. “I’d rather Kaslur not find out I was here.” She taps his shoulder. “In here.” He follows her into an alleyway with a single door, a faded neon sign blinking on and off above it. As soon as the door slides open, the foul stench of spice assaults his senses, even behind his helmet.

Smoke fills the den and makes it so hard to see that Din adjusts his visor to seek out heat instead. He sees red and orange shapes lounging on couches, taking long drags from pipes, and draping on other people. He prays that Eq is here, because he doesn’t want to comb through another one of these.

A Twi’lek man approaches them. “You gotta pay up before you take a seat.”

“We’re not here for spice,” she says. “We’re looking for Mazarg Eq.”

The Twi’lek flashes a look at the Mandalorian then back at the dancer. “And who is looking for him?”

“A friend,” she responds. She tilts her head up, giving the Twi’lek a glimpse of her face. “I know how this works.” She folds her hands together in front of her. “We need an address. How much?”

He grins. “...How about some of that beskar?”

Din leers at him. “Try again.”

She steps forward. “You deal with me, not the Mandalorian.”

“I don’t know what you can offer me, sweetheart.”

The dancer closes the gap between them, leaning in. “Tell you what.” She holds him close. “If you stop by…” She whispers, giggling and drawing shapes on his chest. The Twi’lek’s eyes bulge as she sweet talks him, ending her offer with a kiss on his cheek. She steps back with a polite smile. Without another moment to lose, the Twi’lek blurts out an address that Din commits to memory.

“Thanks… sweetheart.” She blows him a kiss. “Tomorrow right, remember.”

And with that, they leave. Once they’re out of the den, Din turns to her. “What did you offer that man?”

“You don’t want to know.”

“...You’re not seriously going to do it.”

She laughs. “We’ll be on a Razor Crest tomorrow night already in Hyperspace. C’mon, let’s go find our guy!”

One of the benefits of his helmet is being able to scope and scan any person of his choosing with discretion. Din sneaks in a few glances at the dancer as she walks with her hands behind her back. She hums, reminding him of the powerful vocals she displayed the other night. She is remarkably odd in a place like this. She is so… normal. Her demeanor, her manner of speaking doesn’t fit in with the rest of the people on Tebin Ramm.

Din wants to ask about her, but he isn’t curious enough to actually open his mouth. In fact, he knows it’s for the better. He’ll get her off this planet and drop her somewhere and that will be the end of that. Everyone that entered his late Razor Crest had their own stories — some he knew, some he didn’t, but most of the time, he didn’t care what they were. The dancer will simply be the girl that helped him get his ship.

Daylight does not last long on Tebin Ramm and the veil of space is nearly done creeping over their heads. Not that anyone can see any of the stars through the pollution. They wander further from the city’s center, finding crumbling buildings and tiny shacks for housing. The air is deathly still, but the stench of bodily fluids and trash wrinkle their noses. She pulls the collar of her cloak up to cover up her lower face.

“Stay close,” Din says, his hand hovering over his blaster, ready to draw.

“You don’t have to tell me twice.” She walks closer, their shoulders brushing against each other. They close in on the address given to them, standing before a tall building with cracks along its walls and broken signage. “He must be squatting here.”

“C’mon.” This shouldn’t be hard. When he first began bounty hunting, Din felt pity for the easy targets. That changed when every target became easy. They entered and went up the stairs, passing by bodies (asleep or dead?) sprawled on the floors and against the walls. He feels her hand cling to his cape. Din doesn’t wait anymore and he draws his blaster as they creep towards the marked door. “Stay here,” he says to her at the end of the hall. She nods.

The Mandalorian takes a few hunkering footsteps towards the door. Before he knocks, he gives it a nudge to see if it’s open. It is. He inhales fast and kicks it open, brandishing his blaster. On the floor, a Weequay yelps in surprise and stares at the tall mass of silver beskar in front of him. He scrambles backwards until he hits the wall. “Mazarg Eq?”

“Wh-who’s askin’?” The Mandalorian says nothing. Instead, he pulls out the puck and clicks the button, showing Eq’s face. “Aw shit… who hired you?” he asks between hyperventilating breaths.

“None of your concern.”

“It was that fucking prick Kaslur, wasn’t it?” he asks, voice panicked. “Shit, sending a fucking Mandalorian after me.”

Din continues, voice cool and collected. “You’ve got a necklace. Or did you hock that for spice?”

Eq laughs, body trembling. “Oh, that’s what you’re after! Look, if I hand it over, will you leave me alone?”

Din’s pulled this trick before. “Where is it?” Eq wobbles as he crawls a few feet away to where Din sees a crowbar. He’s ready for Eq to swing it at him, but to his surprise, the Weequay uses it on the floor instead, prying open the floorboards. Inside a secret compartment are a few credit chits, a handful of spice bags, and a black box. Eq crawls back to the Mandalorian, presenting the box to him. “Take it. If it gets Kaslur off my back, just take it!”

He holsters the blaster, giving the Weequay a false sense of security. Din takes the box and opens it. His brows furrow at the contents. It doesn’t look like a necklace, it looks like a small, metal collar with a small crystal charm. Kaslur described it as having the finest jewels… was that a lie? He goes to the door-frame and beckons the dancer over. “Necklace.”

She takes the box and looks down, peering at it. “Really? This? But it’s so… simple…” Shrugging, she closes the box. “Get Eq. We’re almost done. You go to Kaslur, I go home and grab my things.”

“You think it’ll be that easy?”

“Been thinking about it the entire way.” She smiles and steps back. “Do your thing.” Once she is a safe enough distance away, Din looks back inside.

“So… is that it? You said you’d leave me alone, right?”

The Mandalorian stalks forward. “Never did.”

Din drags Eq’s unconscious body through the halls and down the stairs. Kaslur would give him more credits if he brought him in alive, and fuel isn’t any cheaper these days. The dancer carries the black box for him for now, but something in his gut tells him that there is more to that “necklace.” He can’t worry now.

Soon, he tells himself. Soon, a new Razor Crest. Soon, off this awful planet.

The dancer opens the door to the outside and freezes. She gasps, finding a crescent of mobsters surrounding the exit. Din keeps a calm head, already running his eyes over their blasters and conjuring strategies if they cannot talk their way out of this. But then he sees Kaslur there in the center, tall and wide. He claps slowly, an unfriendly grin on his face. “Well done, Mandalorian. Well done. Though, you can’t take all the credit for this job, can you?” His eyes gloss over to the dancer’s, an uneasy stillness within them. All Kaslur has to do is gesture with his head and two mobsters dart forward. One yanks the black box away from her while the other grabs her arm.

“Hey!”

“Stop!” says Din. “Don’t punish her. I’m the one that needed her help.”

“Punish? My precious doll?” The mobster drags her over to Kaslur. “She helped you. Which meant she helped me.” He turns to her, stroking her cheek. “And I know the perfect reward. Mando, hand over Eq.” The Mandalorian hesitates, eyes flicking towards her. She nods. He steps forward and shoves the Weequay forward who barely registers what is going on. Another two thugs hold him up by his arms while Kaslur opens the black box. “Don’t you love it?” he says, presenting it to her.

She bites her bottom lip. “It… is very lovely.”

“I know it’s simple. But I went through a lot of trouble to acquire this for you, darling. You want to see what it does?” She remains silent, eyes flashing to the Mandalorian. Kaslur takes the choker and walks up to the moaning, half-awake Eq and clips it around his neck. “Hm. It doesn’t look as great on him as it will on you, my dearest. But you see, this collar is made of kyber crystal.” Her eyes widen and her skin pales. Kyber? Din thinks. “And I have its sister right here.” Kaslur presents a small bracelet around his fat wrist. “And with a touch of a button… it can do this.” He presses it.

It happens in the matter of seconds. Eq’s head falls clean off and topples to the ground as the inside of the choker fills with a hazy white light. It too falls to the ground, having cleanly sliced the flesh it wrapped around. She lets out a horrified shriek and Din knows that he cannot let this go on a second longer. He brandishes his blaster but gets more than a few barrels pointing at him. As if that would stop him.

“I’m sorry, darling,” says Kaslur. “I didn’t mean to frighten you. But we could have prevented this.” He holds her head, not caring that she is the one having panicking breaths now. “I’m tired of waiting. You’re coming with me.” She shakes her head with a whimper that he shushes. “Don’t worry, love. I won’t press the button if you do as I say.”

“Not happening,” says Din behind gritted teeth. “Step away.”

Kaslur lifts his head. “Look around you, Mando. It’s five against one.”

“I like those odds.”

He laughs. “Of course you would, you fucking Mandalorian.” Kaslur stands up straight, his hand falling on her shoulder. “’Course if you did, then there’s no way you’re leaving here alive, much less on a Razor Crest. That was the deal, wasn’t it?” He snaps his fingers and a gangster brings him a comm device. With a few button clicks, it displays a hologram of a Razor Crest. “Walk away now and I transfer all ownership of this ship to you. My men will let you ride off into Hyperspace.”

Din freezes. The Razor Crest was the only reason he came to this planet in the first place. He needs it. It’s right there in front of him; the hard work is done already. But then his brown eyes flash back towards her.

She breaks the uncomfortable silence. “Just go, Mando,” she tells him. “Go. Take it.”

“I-I…”

“Go.” She forces a smile, tears welling in her eyes. “One of us should get off this awful planet.” And just like that, Din watches the tears streak down her cheek as she gives up her dream. His hand shakes as he lowers his blaster as the weight sits uncomfortably on his chest and shoulders. Someone walks over to grab the choker off the ground, placing it back in the box.

“I’ll get that nice and cleaned up for you,” says Kaslur. He presses a few buttons more before the hologram disappears. “Alright, she’s all yours. Congratulations.”

Din wants to punch him right in the teeth. He stands still as a statue as the mobsters move out, dragging along the dancer. She does not resist, she doesn’t even falter in that smile. One of us should get off this awful planet.

Most bounties leave a somewhat bitter taste in his mouth, but only one made him feel vile and wretched. Now, that number is two.

Din starts in the direction of where he can pick up the Razor Crest. Kaslur’s men greet him with ease and show it to him. They go over the details, but honestly, Din cannot concentrate on them. With every explanation, every demonstration, he sees her face. He sees her smile as the tears stain her cheeks. He hears the horrified scream she let out when they saw the collar.

And he imagines it on her neck. Always present, always a threat. He imagines a broken smile on her lips as she does everything Kaslur asks of her, too afraid to refuse.

The men leave him alone in the Razor Crest. He sits in the pilot’s seat and thanks to muscle memory is able to power it on and go through the motions. Good, he succeeded, he has a home for the time being. Yet, any thought of celebration is rebuked with disgust.

And her smile.

He knows what he has to do.

Never before had a choker had a more apt name. The dancer sits at the end of the fancy table in Kaslur’s dining room in his penthouse overlooking the city. Across from her, he tears at his food, getting juices stained on his chin and shirt. Her body trembles and she stares at her untouched plate. The thought of swallowing against the choker vanishes her appetite. “I’ve already sent for your things,” he tells her, startling her. “No more dancing for ungrateful twigs.”

She keeps her hands on her lap. “Am I… never to dance again?”

Kaslur laughs. “No, my dear. You will simply dance for me. And only for me.” His voice lowers to a certain register that makes her skin crawl. “And this time, darling, everything is going to come off.”

“E...Everything?”

Kaslur wipes his lips with a napkin. “Come, I’ll show you your room.”

With wobbling knees, she stands and follows him. Kaslur takes her hand and leads her through the large space of his penthouse, opening the door to an ornate bedroom. The windows are ceiling to floor and the bed is large with plush pillows and a canopy. He shoves her inside and closes the door.

Oh no.

“I’ve been dreaming about this day for years,” he starts. “The day I finally claim you… how should I do it? Should I make you dance for me? Or sing? How you seduced me every night with your voice, your body…” He creeps closer to her as she steps back. “I don’t know where you come from, my love, but I know a one-of-a-kind woman, especially on this shithole of a planet.”

She gulps. She feels the choker around her.

“Haha… I digress. So I was thinking, how do I want this night to go? Then, I realized… it doesn’t matter.” He laughs. “You’ll do every single one. Tomorrow, you’ll dance. The day after, you’ll sing. On day three, I want you crawling to me, offering your body.” Kaslur shoves her onto the bed. She tries leaving, but he rests a knee on her legs. “For every fucking year you made me wait for this, you’re gonna do everything I want, understand?”

“P-Please—”

Kaslur grabs the fabric of her dress and tears it off with a loud rip, making her scream. “And don’t give me that look! You’re gonna enjoy every second of it.” He seizes her breast, twisting the flesh and making her whimper in pain. “If you don’t, if you’re not enjoying it, there’ll be consequences.” He groans. “Fuck, your body is so beautiful.”

She shuts her eyes. She wills time to turn faster. How foolish she was to think that she could escape this place, escape him. More tears well up in the corner of her eyes, but she is afraid of crying. His hand curls around her neck as he tears away more of the fabric. She thought she heard the sound of a door sliding open, but Kaslur does nothing about it. He forces his hand between her legs and she is about to cry out.

Something knocks Kaslur to the side. In a flash of activity, she sees a blur of silver and sees Kaslur tumble to the floor. A blade of pure black light materializes and stabs right through Kaslur, choking him and expiring his life. The dancer sits up, her eyes taking in the sight of the Mandalorian sheathing his weapon and standing over him. He turns his visor towards her before quickly looking away from her state of undress. “I-I’m sorry. I wasn’t here in time.”

It takes her a second to process what has happened. When she realizes that she was rescued, that she didn’t have to endure what she braced herself for, she chokes out a sob. She lunges forward and hugs the Mandalorian despite her nakedness. He lifts his hands before looking around the room, finding nothing. With a sigh, he takes off his cape and wraps it around her shoulders. “We don’t have a lot of time. We have to go now. I’m sorry.”

“We...We’re going?”

“Yes.” He steps back, away from her. “I’m getting you off this planet.”

“I’m…” Elation fills her expression. “Wait.” She leans down and grabs the bracelet from Kaslur’s wrist. With bated breath, she clicks the other button and just prays in that split second she doesn’t die. Then the collar falls from her neck. The relief almost brings her to tears. With that, she takes the cape and holds it around her torso. Then, she gives one last look at Kaslur's corpse. With a rare scowl, she kicks his head. “Okay, let’s go.” She turns away, her expression softening.

“Do as I say,” he says. “This will be rough.”

“Okay.” She follows him. “Thank you, Mando. Thank you…!”

[laalaaisqueen]

I got distracted so here's a bunch

Lenny, high key offended: you called the soldiers before you called me?

Guardian: I’m supposed to call you first when I find a dead body??

Lenny: YES

-

Lenny: Do you want to explain the text you sent me last night?

Guardian: It was autocorrect.

Lenny: Autocorrect wrote "You're so hot. Please step on me."?

Guardian: Yes.

-

Lenny: Time for plan G.

Guardian: Don’t you mean plan B?

Lenny: No, we tried plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over plan C due to technical difficulties.

Tinky Winky: What about plan D?

Lenny: Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago.

Robin: What about plan E?

Lenny: I’m hoping not to use it. Finn could get killed in plan E.

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Lenny, heavy sigh: we're late, it will take us 20 minutes to arrive

Anne: I'll get us there in 15 minutes or less :)

Lenny: NO!

-

Lenny: Snowball, can you help with the buttons of my coat? 

Guardian: Sure, Len. 

Lenny:

Guardian:

Lenny, rolling his eyes: Up, Guardian.

Guardian: Yes, sorry-

-

Guardian: The next time Lenny is angry, I'll drape him in a cape and say, “Now you're super angry."

Guardian: Maybe he'll laugh. Maybe I'll die.

-

(Five years into the Cure AU)

Guardian, to Dipsy and Laa-Laa: Have we learned a lesson from all this?

Laa-Laa: Look, I know you want to hear yes, but given our track record-

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Guardian: I truly go into housewife mode when I’m someone’s boyfriend, like, I will make you pancakes and bacon every morning. Lenny: This is a lie. Lenny: I am literally dating this man. This is a lie. Lenny: He got his own fluff in the pancake batter and I almost died.

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Gary: Aren’t you going to say, “Have a nice day?”

Lenny: I don’t care if you have a pulse, much less a nice day.

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Anne: Can you turn the lights on?

Laa-Laa: I don’t need to. You’re the only light I need in my life.

Anne: Little kitty, I love you, but I can’t see.

-

Anne: Truth or dare?

Lenny: Um..Truth

Anne: Do you-

Guardian: I dare you to kiss me!

Lenny: *seriously confused but kisses him anyway*

Anne, to Conor: He said “truth”, right?

-

Cave: You’re a horrible person! Finn: Maybe. But I’m rich and I’m pretty, so it doesn’t really matter.

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Miles: You gotta look inside yourself and say, "What am I willing to put up with today?"

Miles, pointing at Anne not moving out of the way: NOT FUCKING THIS!!!

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Miles: I wish I could crawl under your skin so we can be together all the time Anne: nah bro wtf

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Finn: Top reasons to get married? Guardian: Firmly saying "That's my cute husband!" and knocking someone out in one punch. Finn: ??? Guardian: And love, I guess.

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Laa-Laa: Are you drinking enough water?

Tinky Winky: Sometimes my tears get in my mouth.

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Laa-Laa: oh of COURSE "miss"demeanor and murd"her" are illegal. just admit you hate to see women having fun….

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Laa-Laa: I saw ye in me dream Dipsy: Was I gettin’ treasure? Laa-Laa: Nay Dipsy: Then t’was not me Extra Tinky Winky, shaking with tears in his eyes: What are you two even saying?!

[sabo-has-my-heart]

Scenarios 13, dialogue fluff 4, character Ace.

So I tried to write the other one, but I couldn't come up with something and wanted to get one out, so here's the Ace one. though at the rate my event is currently going, I'll end up writing the other character later.

Warnings: mentions of death, killing, perhaps a little melancholy 

Word Count: 1260

     How long had you been alive now? Decades? Centuries? You’d lost track long ago, lost track of how long you’d been alive, your age, all of it. It had been interesting at first, not being able to die. Not even a bullet through the head or a literal knife to the heart could kill you. Neither freezing nor burning, not age or blood loss, nothing would kill you. You still felt pain, you still felt the flames on your skin or the knife in your heart, the blood leaving your veins, or the water in your lungs, but death never came for you. He never came for you because he was angry with you. No, angry didn’t cover it, he was livid. You hadn’t meant to piss him off so badly, hell, you’d loved him once, but a single argument had kept him away from you. At first you’d enjoyed it, being able to do reckless shit without having to worry about dying. Pain, maybe, time to heal, sure, but not death. Then you’d started taking out the ‘evils’ of the world, killing people to try and make the world better. Murderers, crime lords, and drug cartels, the occasional dictator or tyrant. But that, too, had eventually become tiresome. Death still technically came for them, but only after you’d left. They would only die after you were gone, so strong was his anger with you. After this little discovery and after you grew tired of killing, you decided to save people. You became a doctor, no patient died when you were around. Successful, life saving surgeries and treatments, your mortality rate of 0 instantly marking you as ‘the best surgeon of the generation’. None of them knew the truth, which was fine with you, but again, that grew tiring and once again, you moved on. Each new thing grew tiring after a while and now, even immortality had grown tedious and exhausting. So you did everything in your power to find death, to see him. If you could just fix things, maybe he’d finally let you die. It wasn’t necessarily that you ‘wanted to die’, just that immortality wasn’t as great as people made it out to be. Besides, you missed him, of all the things you’d let go of over time, your feelings towards him weren’t one of them. So instead you spent your time in the company of death, so to speak. People with terminal illnesses, out of control fires and war zones, anything to try to see him again. But he was as hard to catch as ever. Looking down at the summoning circle, you glared. It had taken so long to find the right spells, to find the right materials, but it would be worth it if this worked. A spell to summon death. Not a demon, nor an angel, not monsters, eldritch beings, or gods, but death himself. A binding spell stood on standby in the off-chance that he tried to escape, in the chance that he tried to get out of this. 

     Ace stood, confused, in the middle of a summoning circle, looking around for a moment before his eyes landed on you. Instantly, his eyes narrowed, glaring at you. He’d been avoiding you for centuries, doing anything not to go near you. Unlike you, he remembered the argument, remembered why he avoided you and why he refused to take you. It had been a ‘simple’ conversation, something that you hadn’t even thought about. What would happen to you when you died? Where would he take your soul? It was something he hadn’t wanted to think about, he was Death, he took souls, but yours was one he never wanted to take. You were the one person he never wanted to die. You should always be alive, skin warm and inviting, eyes bright and full of life, you should never feel cold, should never have to be taken from the world. The two of you had argued for hours about how he’d have to take your soul sooner or later, it was his job, to take souls to the afterlife, to take those who should be dead. But he wouldn’t, he couldn’t, not to you. Now, staring at you for the first time in centuries, he felt a lump form in his throat. You were just as beautiful as the day he’d last seen you, more tired, clearly exhausted, but still beautiful. Despite his hard look, tears began to gather in his eyes, he didn’t want to take you, yet at the same time, he wanted to hold you close again.

     “Ace, I’m sorry.” you said softly. The first words to him in so long and they were an apology, “I’m sorry for the fight we had, but please, please stop avoiding me. I’m tired of immortality, I’m tired of not seeing you… I still love you. Even if you hate me, even if you never want to see me again, I still love you.” you whispered, looking down at the floor. Ace immediately gathered you up in his arms, holding you close. 

     “I don’t hate you, I could never hate you. I love you, I know I’ve been avoiding you and it seems like I hate you and that for some complicated reason I refuse to see you, but I love you. It’s as simple and terrifying as that.” he admitted, trying to hold the tears back.

     “Then why do you do it? Why do you avoid me? Why do you refuse to see me?” you whispered, your arms wrapped around him.

     “Because I don’t want to lose you. If I go near you, if I see you again, I have to take you. Humans… they aren’t meant to live for so long and you’re the one person I don’t want to take. I love you too much.” he said, burying his head into the crook of your neck. His words stabbed at your heart, and having been stabbed in the heart, you knew exactly how that felt. Closing your eyes, you were silent for a moment, you loved him too, more than words could say. 

     “Then don’t. Find another way. You’re Death, surely you can come up with something. Some other way to bend the rules or avoid taking my soul.” you offered, pulling back, caressing his cheek. Ace leaned into your touch, your hand still as warm and comforting as he remembered, if not a little rougher. 

     “I was already bending the rules by avoiding you, besides, you were the smart one, the one who always came up with all the great ideas.” he said with a chuckle, making you laugh slightly as well. Things felt almost like they had before your immortality, back when you’d sit on the couch together, cuddled up together. 

     “Then take me with you, you have to take me with you, no one ever said you had to deliver me.” you suggested, a mischievous smirk making its way across your lips. Ace laughed, picking you up and spinning you around before pulling you in for a passionate kiss. 

     “See? I told you, you were the smart one.” he said with a wide smile.

     “It’s temporary while I figure out something more permanent.” you said softly, happy to be with him again. 

     “Well until then, you’re not leaving my side. You’re not allowed to.” he said teasingly, still holding you tightly.

     “Why would I ever want to leave your side? I love you.” you said. You were reunited with your love, you never wanted to leave him again, so you wouldn’t.

[dxncingwithastrxnger]

i knew from the first time, i'd stay for a long time (Inotan)

A/N: Tada!!! Day 3!!! Super late and since it's past midnight for me, technically not posted in time, but oh well!! I actually really love this one more than I thought I would, tbh, and I actually finished up the majority of this just in the last few hours cause I was determined to get it finished and posted tonight so that I'll have all day to focus on tomorrow's story!! This one is just filled with fluff all the way through, so enjoy!!!

Pairing(s): Inosuke x Tanjiro, Zenitsu x Nezuko (Implied, kinda?)

Prompt: Day 3: Meet-cutes

Summary: Tanjiro's day is full of disasters that leaves his head reeling, but just when he thinks he's officially experienced the worst day of his adult life, something very special happens.

Tag(s): Fluff, like honestly that's the only tag I can think of to add, besides Tanjiro being an absolute disaster himself 💀

Word Count: 2,731

Song Inspiration: I Like Me Better By Lauv

Not beta'd, all mistakes are my own.

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At first, everything was going fine. It was great, even. Tanjiro was going about his day just as he usually does. He wakes up at six, starts a pot of coffee, jumps into the shower, gets dressed, makes breakfast, feeds his new dog, Axel, lets Axel into the backyard for awhile, checks his email, and calls Nezuko. All perfectly normal things for a Wednesday during summer break.

Then, on a call with Nezuko, he calls Axel back inside, puts on his shoes, grabs his wallet and keys, and leaves the house to run some errands. He listens to Nezuko catch him up on everything she’s been up to for the past week, Zenitsu occasionally making comments in the background, and Tanjiro enjoys his day so far.

But it all starts turning to shit when he steps into the grocery store and…immediately trips and falls flat on his face. Groaning in pain and face red from embarrassment, he pushes himself up and grabs his phone, which had slid about a foot away from him, grateful the screen isn’t cracked.

“-jiro? Everything alright?” Nezuko’s asking when he puts the phone back to his ear, brushing dirt off of his knees.

“Yeah, I’m fine, Nez, just tripped and fell. Dropped my phone, too.” He explains with a pout as he walks over to the cart and tugs one out.

Nezuko giggles, the sounds of dishes being washed as she cleans up from the breakfast that Zenitsu had made earlier. “You and your two left feet, brother.”

“Hey, it’s not that bad anymore, okay? I’ve been doing really well at not falling over this week.” He points out stubbornly, forcing himself not to whine like a child.

“Yes, because it’s perfectly normal for someone to keep track of how many times they fall in a day.” Nezuko quips teasingly.

“Tanjiro, don’t make me get out our old fall counter board, we haven’t had to use that since middle school.” He hears Zenitsu call from somewhere nearby Nezuko.

Tanjiro groans again, throwing his head back in exasperation as he pushes the cart towards the back of the store. “Guuuyyysssss!” He whines, unable to help himself. Both of them laugh, finding amusement in his misery. Reaching for a few bags of soba noodles and udon noodles and placing them into his cart, quickly stopping a bowl of pre-made ramen from falling off of the shelf before continuing down the aisle.

“Oh, hey, Tanjiro.” Zenitsu suddenly says in his ear, as if he’s taken the phone from Nezuko. “Have they sent you the email about the new P.E. teacher yet?” He asks.

“Huh?” He raises an eyebrow at the question as he reads the label on a box of crackers. “No, I don’t think so, though it may have just been delayed. I’ll check my email for it again later today, though. Why?”

Zenitsu scoffs. “Apparently the guy’s been in America for the past decade, just moved back to Japan recently. He needs a reminder on how things work in our schools, I guess, and Himejima wants us to be his, like, “buddies”, help him out a bit.”

“Wait, really?” He questions, surprised. “That’s new. Not everyday we get someone who’s been away from Japan that long. Was he born here, do you know?”

“Yeah, he was born here. Don’t know much else though, not like he’s gonna give us the guy’s whole life story or anything.” He hears something on the other end that sounds a lot like sweeping.

“Yeah, I know, I was just curious. Seems like a nice way to make a new friend, though.” Tanjiro hums, adding soy sauce into his cart alongside rice, chocolate mochi, beef, and eggs.

“Yeah, says the guy who’s managed to befriend literally all of our coworkers since we’ve started working there.” His best friend snorts.

“Not all of them.” Tanjiro frowns. “Still haven’t been able to win over Shinizugawa. Either one of them.” He sighs.

“Screw the Shinizugawa brothers, they’re both assholes.” The blonde mutters and Tanjiro can hear the pout in his voice.

“You’re just upset because Sanemi won best teacher over you.” Tanjiro rolled his eyes with a smile.

“He’s the rudest person I’ve ever met, Tanjiro! There’s no way that his students like him that much! Those results were rigged and I’ll accept nothing less!” Zenitsu exclaims indignantly.

He laughs at his friend’s argument, but it quickly dies down when a container of panko slips out of his hand and to the floor, bursting open and spilling all over the place. “Ah, shit!” He curses.

“Tanjiro Kamado, what a dirty word that’s come out of you.” He hears on the other end of the phone, a voice that he vaguely registers as Nezuko again, but he’s only halfway paying attention as an employee comes over, bringing a sign to place over the mess until a broom can be brought over to clean it up.

“I’ll pay for it.” He promises, placing a hand over his phone mic. The employee shakes his head, reassuring him that it’s not necessary no matter how much he insists. He internally sighs. The second disaster in the past hour, not exactly a great start to what he knows is already gonna be a long day.

He takes a moment to speak on the phone again. “Listen, guys, I got some more errands to run and I don’t wanna run out of phone battery, so I’m gonna go. I’ll call again later or tomorrow?” He asks.

“Yeah, of course, Tanji, do what you need to do.” Nezuko reassures him.

“Okay, great. I love you guys.” He says warmly.

“Love you, too!”

“Love you. Give Axel lots of treats for me, okay?”

Tanjiro rolls his eyes. “You’re not supposed to spoil my dog more than me, Zenny.” He points out. All he gets in reply is a laugh and he shakes his head at the man as he hangs up the phone and puts it in his pocket.

The rest of his errand run consists of many more incidents, each one worse than the other. Knocking over a display of boxed snacks, almost accidentally running a red light when it changed too quickly, dropping a few books and grabbing the attention of everyone inside the small bookstore he was browsing, tripping and falling again, this time gaining a few new cracks on his phone. Then, it starts raining in the middle of him walking through a parking lot towards his car, the clouds pouring down on him, a bag of dog food splits open at the pet store and that time, he did pay for it, then his usual lunch place closed early and once he finally made it home, his car decides to inform him that one of his tires has started to lose some of its air.

Pulling into the driveway of his house, he parks and turns it off before throwing his head back and running his hands down his face, moaning out his misery. The universe is truly testing him today. Hopefully, he can still turn it around. He gets out of his car and starts the long process of getting all of his bags of food and other items into his house, thinking the whole time about how much easier the whole thing would be with two people rather than just one.

An hour later, everything now inside and completely put away finally, he stands in the kitchen and looks out the window, enjoying the view. Despite the earlier downpour, it’s still very nice out and the sun has made its way out of the clouds once more. He looks down at Axel, his two year old mixed breed laying on the floor and staring up at him.

He smiles at him fondly. “C’mon, Axel, how does a walk sound?” Tanjiro asks him, patting his thigh and walking towards the front door. Axel immediately perks up and follows him, nails clicking against the floor as he trots out of the kitchen and across the living room. Tanjiro grabs his leash from the hook beside the door and bends down to hook it to his collar, making sure he still has his phone, keys, and wallet on him before stepping out the door and closing and locking it behind him.

Tanjiro hums softly to himself as they walk through his neighborhood and a few blocks farther, going at a steady, easy pace as he makes his way to one of his favorite parks. Axel thoroughly enjoys the walk, panting and trotting along, occasionally barking or yipping as he watches everything around them.

Once reaching the park, they wander around for awhile, Tanjiro smiling softly at all the families and kids running around, watching the animals skitter about, stopping and admiring a few plants and flowers that have started to bloom since he was last there.

He’s been out for about an hour and a half now when, suddenly, Axel starts barking and pulling at his leash roughly, causing Tanjiro to stumble forward as he holds tight to his dog’s leash and tries to keep him in place. “Hey! Axel! Calm!” He orders, though it seems as if Axel didn’t even hear him. He looks around to look for anything that could’ve made him act this way, but he sees nothing out of place from just a few minutes ago. Thankfully, Axel’s reaction doesn’t seem violent, exactly, just excited, but he still needs him to calm down.

Axel tries even harder to get away now, twisting and jumping, gaining the attention of people nearby and Tanjiro starts to panic slightly. “Axel, baby, please, calm down.” He says gently, hoping for a different reaction than before but there isn’t a single change in Axel. And then, right as he reaches out to touch the reddish-brown canine, Axel twists, faces his head downwards, rears back, and suddenly his neck is bare, having managed to slip out of his collar, and Tanjiro is now gasping as his dog starts running full speed across the park.

“No! Axel!!” He shouts, keeping hold of the leash and collar as he sprints after Axel, that small panic he felt before increasing tenfold. He runs as fast as he can after him, praying that there aren't any other dogs around right now. Other people? Axel gets along great with. Other dogs? Not so much. Tanjiro’s learned that the hard way. It’s why they don’t go to dog parks anymore.

Damn this day, damn it all. He curses mentally, completely hating every second that he hasn’t caught up to his dog yet. Every single bad scenario ran through his head, all of them leading to him losing his dog and the pain that rocks through his chest at such a thought makes him grit his teeth.

Finally, finally, he sees Axel coming to a stop. But his relief is quickly wiped away when he realizes that Axel is stopping right in front of another dog. “Shit. Axel!!” He shouts once more, stumbling to a stop right behind him, bending down and placing his hands on his knees as he tries to catch his breath, never taking his eyes off of his dog.

“Uh, hey, dude, you good?” Someone asks, most likely the owner of the other dog.

“N-no, Axel, h-he’s not-” Tanjiro pauses, straightening up as he realizes. A fight hasn’t broken out yet. Axel hasn’t attacked. He looks at his dog and watches as Axel simply sniffs curiously at the other dog in front of him, which appears to be an all white husky. “...not good with other dogs…” He trails off, watching the interaction with disbelief.

“Well, seems like he likes my Senshi just fine.” The other man says.

Tanjiro finally turns to look at him and is immediately stunned. Standing in front of him is a man a few inches shorter than him with long, black to blue ombre hair pulled up into a loose bun and the brightest green eyes he’s ever seen. The man is wearing a gray, sleeveless, hooded sports vest with blue outlining and accents, the zipper only halfway up, and a pair of loose, blue track pants. He’s got one hand in his vest pocket and the other hanging by his side, holding onto a purple leash. Tanjiro gulps as his eyes trace over the man’s muscular arms, quickly looking back to his face.

“S-Senshi?” He speaks up, looking to the man’s dog and back to him again. “That’s the pup’s name?” He asks curiously.

“Yep!” The man confirms, popping the ‘p’ with a grin. “She’s gorgeous, isn’t she?” He turns to his dog, looking at her with pride. “She’s part husky, part wolf.”

Tanjiro raises an eyebrow at him. “Seriously? That’s awesome.” He says. He looks to Senshi and Axel and watches as the two of them circle each other slowly, before sniffing at each other’s faces, getting so close that their noses are nearly pressed together. “Axel doesn’t usually get along with other dogs, no matter the gender. I’ve never seen him be so nice to one before.” He admits.

He turns back to her owner as he shrugs. “That’s just Senshi, she’s good at making friends.” The man informs him.

“Usually I am as well.” Tanjiro sighs, taking a step forward to bend down and stop Axel’s friend making just long enough to put his collar back on, feeling much more relieved once it’s secure. “I’m Tanjiro. Tanjiro Kamado.” He stands back up and holds his hand out to the black-haired man.

“Inosuke Hashibira.” Inosuke grabs his hand in a firm, strong grip, shaking it once and lingering. If Tanjiro didn’t know any better, he’d say that there’s a hint of flirtation in the other man’s eyes as he continues. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Tanjiro feels warmth in his cheeks as he pulls his hand back, smiling warmly. “The same to you, Inosuke.” His eyes flicker to the dogs who have now started yipping and playfully pawing at each other, chewing his lip thoughtfully. “You know…considering Axel doesn’t usually make friends, it’d be kinda nice if we could have some playdates every once in awhile with the two of them.” He suggests shyly, looking away from the other man. “I-If that’s something that you’d be o-okay with, it’s not like you have to say yes o-or anything like that.” He fidgets with his hands, holding them in front of him.

Inosuke lets out a deep chuckle that fills Tanjiro up with a warmth he’s unfamiliar with, but it’s not unwelcome. “That sounds like a lot of fun. Besides, I just moved back here not that long ago, it’d be nice to have someone to help me get used to how things work around here again.”

That time, there’s no mistaking the flirty tone of his voice and Tanjiro knows his cheeks are pink as he looks back at him. “Well, I am a teacher, so I suppose it wouldn’t be too difficult to reintroduce you to the basics.” Tanjiro flirts back, as rusty as he may be with such a thing.

There’s a sparkle in those green eyes that pull him in, the feeling only increased with every word out of the other man’s mouth. “What a coincidence, I’ll be starting out as a P.E. teacher in the fall at the high school a few blocks away from here.” Inosuke informs him.

Tanjiro’s eyes widen at his words. “Wait, no way, you’re the new P.E. teacher my friend, Zenitsu was telling me about?” He questions. “Him and I are supposed to be your learning buddies once the school year starts back up again!” I tell him. “He was just telling me about that earlier today.” The redhead laughs at the coincidence.

Inosuke’s eyes light up with surprise as well. “Well, damn, look at that.” He laughs lightly, Tanjiro joining in his amusement. “I can’t wait to get a head start on that, then.” He says.

“Yeah?” Tanjiro asks.

Inosuke steps forward, closer to him. “Yeah. We get together, let the pups play. And then you and I, we can spend some time together.” He says, his voice quieter than before. “Get to know each other a little better.”

Tanjiro bites his lip as a giddy grin spreads across his face. “Sounds good to me.” Maybe today wasn't so bad after all.

~*~

A/N: What did you think?? Inotan first meeting and getting straight to flirting just makes me feel all warm and fuzzy, hehe. But also, since I didn't find a way to mention in the actual story itself, Axel is a mix between a rhodesian ridgeback, an australian cattle dog, and a chow. I used to have a dog with those exact same breeds and he was the sweetest. And to anyone who doesn't know, Senshi is actually "warrior" in Japanese. Seemed like a pretty fitting thing for Inosuke to name his dog, imo. But anyways, I hope you enjoyed and thank you for reading!!!

[tierneysodegaard]

Dirty Secrets - Pierre Gasly x reader - Part One

Pierre Gasly x female!reader

Summary: Being the golden girl of Mercedes was easy when your dad was Toto Wolff. You’d been his Personal Assistant for a while with no problems until Pierre Gasly started to sneak around with you. Toto would kill him if he found out he was sleeping around with his daughter. Let’s just hope you have a good concealer to hide those marks Pierre leaves on your neck every night. 

Word Count: 3.7K

Warnings: Fluff, Swearing, mentions of parents leaving, sexual innuendos, sexual tension 

AN: This series will contain smut ;) It is also fast-paced and set in 2020 but for the sake of the fic we are going to pretend covid didn’t happen, I’d rather not think back to that time either.

—

Mercedes had a golden boy in the form of Lewis Hamilton and they also had a golden girl in the form of you. The only difference is you didn’t drive around a track at hundreds of miles an hour. Instead, you had the role of being your Dad’s assistant, constantly gathering files for him, always making sure he had coffee when he needed it, scheduling the meetings for him, and ensuring things ran smoothly for him. Everyone on the grid including the workers knew that you were off-limits yet even if Toto didn’t care who looked at you they would still back away from you, no one wanted to be on Toto’s bad side. 

Everyone but Pierre Gasly. 

You were the one thing he couldn’t have but he didn’t care, he still wanted you.

Pierre would always see you in the paddocks and garages, he was fascinated with you. To him, you were the innocent good girl that never went out very often, always stayed late to finish up work and was always at work early. You always looked neat and clean, your hair, make-up, outfit, everything was always done to perfection. Not to mention you were the daughter of Toto Wolff, the same man who wasn’t exactly Red Bull’s biggest fan and although Pierre no longer drove under Red Bull he did drive for Alpha Tauri which technically was managed by Red Bull and was a part of them. 

You weren’t hard to look at, Pierre always found himself staring and jumping into a conversation with you whenever he could. Charles had always snapped at him for it. Always complaining that one day he would get caught and Toto would make sure he was dealt with, even if it was for just talking to you. 

“I have everything you need for your meeting in this folder.” You held out a folder for Toto to take. The two of you were standing in the garages, going over what he needed for the last-minute meeting before the race started that afternoon. 

“Perfect.” He took the folder from you, scanning it to make sure everything was in fact there. “I won’t be in the meeting long.” He looked from the folder to you, smiling as he did so. “Thirty minutes maxim.”

“No worries, I will see you when you’re done -”

“Could you bring some coffee when the meeting ends? I’m shattered.” 

You smiled at your dad, a light laugh escaping your lips as you replied. “Of course, does Susie, Lewis or Valterii want any?”

“I’ll ask and text you.” He replied. “Right,” He checked his watch. “I’ll be back in thirty. Be careful and if anyone even tries anything with you come straight to me.”

“I’ll be fine.” You turned on your heel. “Good luck!” You called back with a smile on your face as you walked past all of the other garages.

It didn’t take long for a familiar French accent to grab your attention. “Is that the Mercedes golden girl I see? On her own as well? What a rarity!”

“Good morning Gasly, I see you haven’t lost your charm if you could even call it that.”

“Would never lose it for you love.” He joined your side, looking down and sending you a wink. “How are you?”

“Good, are you?”

“Perfect now I’ve seen you.” You rolled your eyes at his comment. 

“Charming well I’ve got work to do so -”

“Oh that’s a lie, just saw your dad disappear to a meeting with your mum, meaning you have nothing to do for like what thirty minutes  -”

“She’s not my mum.” You cut him off. 

“She’s not?” 

“Nope, I’m the odd sibling out.” You replied, clearly forgetting you were now having a full-blown conversation with Pierre Gasly. 

“How many do you have?”

“Three and including me there’s four of us. Two with Dad’s first marriage and one with Susie. Dad had me with another woman but she left him with me years ago.”

“That’s a shame.” He gave you a light smile. “At least you’re close with Toto.”

“So close he doesn’t let another human near me.” You returned the smile. 

“Everyone but me.” He smirked. 

“Especially you.” 

“Why me?” 

“I mean you do basically drive for the rival. Not to mention how you stare at me all the time.”

“You finally noticed.” 

“Rather hard not to Gasly.” You gave him a side look. “I can always feel your eyes on me, all the bloody time.” You huffed, speeding up your walk in the hopes of getting away from him. 

“Can’t help it when a girl as pretty as you is standing in the garages.” 

“Gasly is there a reason you’re still talking to me?” Your eyes scanned through the crowds before you, hoping to catch an eye of a Mercedes worker but just like your Dad, the majority of them were all in meetings. 

“Am I not allowed to talk to you?”

“It’s not that you're not allowed to talk to me it’s more that you probably shouldn’t.”

“Why? Do you think I’m scared of your Dad?” He gave you a cheeky smile as he continued to speak. “He doesn’t scare me -”

“Is that why you never approach me when he’s alongside me? I only ever seem to talk to you when I’m on my own.”

“I do it so I can have your full attention.” He winked as he looked down at you.

You’d always caught the eye of Pierre Gasly. Ever since you started working at Mercedes and he caught yours. He was an attractive guy but for you he was just too cocky, not to mention how he drove for Alpha Tauri and you worked for Mercedes and things like that never ended well.

The first time you ever spent time alone with him was when he lost Antoine and lost his seat at Red Bull that same weekend. You were walking through the garages late at night after finishing up some work for Toto when you saw him sitting outside, head in his hands and light sobs coming from his mouth. You just walked straight up to him and took him in your arms, soothing him as best you could. From that day on Pierre was never far from you, his gaze always looming over you whenever you worked, 

“Very smooth Gasly.” You checked the time. 

“You’ve got plenty of time until that meeting finishes.” 

“Do you stalk everything I do?”

“I try not to but you basically did confirm that they went to a meeting.”

You turned to give him a side glance, a small smile tugging on your lips as you kept walking. “You have a point but don’t you have a meeting to go to? Last time I checked you are also racing today.”

“I am but I’ve already had my meeting this morning.” He smirked over at you. “I did want to ask you something… what are you doing tonight?”

“Sleeping.” 

“That means you’re free tonight.” His smirk grew. “Do you want to come out with me and a few other drivers? We’re heading to a club just outside the track and if you’re free I’d like you to be there.”

I’d like you to be there. 

He knew what to say. 

“What time?” 

“We’re leaving at ten.” 

“I’ll think about it.” 

“That means yes -”

“No, it doesn’t!” 

“Well then give me an answer.” His tone was cocky. You hated it but it was hot. 

“I’ll see you at ten.” Huffing you picked up the pace once again but this time Pierre let you walk off, he’d gotten what he wanted. 

—

The drivers were currently completing their formation lap and you were sitting alongside your Dad. Toto was sipping on the coffee you’d bought him, eyeing over every screen in sight. “Are you having dinner with Susie and me?”

“Tonight? Depends, what time.”

“Don’t stay here too long, you need to stop overworking yourself.” 

“No I’m not working tonight, I actually have plans.”

“Who with?” 

“Umm… a few of the drivers -”

“Absolutely not.” 

“Oh don’t be like that, come on I’m an adult -”

“And?” He snapped his head towards you. “I don’t want you crowded around all those men.” 

“y/n?” Susie’s voice grabbed your attention. “Go out tonight darling, you never take time for yourself.” She then turned to Toto. “She isn’t your little girl anymore -”

“I’m still her Dad -”

“And she’s an adult.” 

Toto huffed, picking up the headset for the radio. “Lewis?” He spoke. “I know it is not a good time but are you free tonight?”

“Oh for God’s sake Dad!” You spat trying to pry his hand off the radio button. 

“Toto…” Susie's tone was a warning sign but he didn’t care. 

“Lewis will go with you tonight -”

“I don’t need a babysitter.”

“I’m aware but I don’t want you going on your own.”

“I won’t be on my own, I’ll be with Charles and Pierre… and the rest of them…”

 “You’ll have someone responsible with you at least.” 

You huffed, leaning back in your chair as Susie looked between the two of you. It wasn’t uncommon for you and Toto to argue about boys. He was naturally protective of you, you were his first child and unlike the rest of his children, you had no mother, just him. Sure Susie was basically like your mother and so was Stephine, Toto’s first wife, but you never called either of them Mum. However, Susie was very much the person who would pick up the pieces for the two of you and mend everything. 

The woman leaned down and whispered in your ear, her hand on your shoulder as she spoke. “I’ll talk to him, you just focus on the race.” Nodding you followed suit with her wishes, watching as the race started. 

Bottas had got away rather well, leading the race as Verstappen and Norris followed whilst Lewis trailed behind them. In lap nine Lewis overtook Albon, taking him to third. In lap eleven Max had to retire the car due to a loss of power, which made Toto a little happier. He always knew that Red Bull and Ferrari were the main rivals and if those drivers had to retire it made his job easier. Lewis had now managed to get into P2, Bottas was still in P1. On the thirty-first lap, Vettel was clipped by Carlos, making him spin out. Another smile on your Dad’s face grew, knowing he had both drivers on pole. Your eyes kept flicking to see where Pierre was, hoping he wouldn’t get into any incidents. 

In lap fifty-one, George had to retire his car. You glanced over at Toto who seemed to be taking notes. He’d mentioned that he taking notes on the young lad, clearly impressed by his talent but there was no sign that Toto wanted to sign him anytime soon. Toto’s expression turned sour when he saw the safety car come out onto the track. 

“Fuck sake…” He spat, bouncing his leg up and down in frustration. 

“It won’t be long, Bottas and Lewis will be fine.” You spoke up. “They both have the pace and the tyres will be fine.” 

“Yes, but others have pitted -”

“And they’ll need time to warm up their tyres, the safety car won’t be out for long.” 

Susie smiled, looking between you both earning a glare from Toto. “What?” He asked her. 

“You can tell she’s your daughter.” Smirking she planted a kiss on his head as the race got underway again. There were only twenty laps left, Albon had overtaken Perez and was trying his best to close the gap between him and Lewis but that didn’t last long when Kimi had an incident, allowing the yellow flags to wave. 

With ten laps left Albon attempted to overtake Lewis and that didn’t end well. Lewis held his ground and Albon ended up clipping Lewis which sent him spinning into the gravel but Lewis was still on track to place second which prompted an investigation. 

Thankfully Bottas secured P1 which meant your Dad was ecstatic but unfortunately Lewis came P4. Pierre finished in P7, a small smile appeared on your lips when you saw he was in the points.

During the ceremony, you could feel a pair of eyes on you. It didn’t take a genius to work out who was staring at you. Pierre kept looking over at you, a smirk on his lips as you finally caved and looked in his direction, hoping your Dad wouldn’t catch on to who you were looking at. Pierre winked at you, his eyes trailing up and down your body as best he could through the crowd. 

“You could do worse,” Susie whispered in your ear. Snapping your head to the side you met her gaze as she flickered between you and Pierre. “Don’t worry I won’t tell your Dad -”

“It’s not like that!” You gave her your full attention. 

“Oh come on, I know your Dad is a bit slow on these things but I’ve seen him staring at you.” 

“And it isn’t like that.”

“Did he ask you to go out tonight?” 

“Yes.” 

She smiled at your words. “Just be careful around him because if Toto finds out he’ll be six feet underground.” 

Replicating her actions you looked back at the podium. “It isn’t like that. The most we are is friends. We just speak around the paddocks and that’s it.” 

“Hmm…” She smirked as you all watched Bottas receive his trophy. 

—

“I’m sorry you have to come out with me tonight.” Lewis was sitting on your bed in your hotel room, watching you put on your heels for the night ahead. “Toto was -”

“You don’t have to apologise.” He gave you a warm smile. “I get why he’s on edge and hey I don’t mind. I’d rather tag along and be a little bored than not go and you get into trouble.”

“I don’t know why he’s so against me going, I’ll be with the other drivers.”

“That’s why he worries, he just knows a few of them have a little reputation and you’re a beautiful girl.” 

“Aren’t you a charmer?” You smiled. “Thank you, Lewis.” 

“Besides I think there’s a driver who has his eyes on you.” 

“If you’re going to say, Pierre -”

“Oh, so you do know.” 

Rolling your eyes you grabbed your bag and started to walk towards the door. “How many times do I need to tell everyone this… there’s nothing between us, we just talk occasionally.” 

“And he stares at you all the time.”

“Who else knows?” You opened the door, narrowing your gaze as he followed you out. 

“Only me, Bottas and Susie.” 

“As long as Dad doesn’t catch him staring that’s all I care about. I’d rather him not kill Pierre.” 

“Looking out for him already?”

“Nope, more looking out for Toto.”

The majority of the grid was at the club, the lot of them all drinking their weight in alcohol. Even Lewis who thought he wouldn’t have a good time, sat in a booth chatting away to Daniel with a drink in his hand. This left you alone without the watchful eye of Lewis. A perfect window for Pierre to jump in. 

“Christ…” Pierre’s voice made you turn your head as the Frenchman walked past you before standing in front of you, his eyes trailing up and down your figure as you leant against the bar. “I would have asked you to come out a long time ago if I knew that’s what you looked like under your uniform.”

You gave the man before you an unamused look. “I’m not naked Pierre, I’m just wearing a dress.”

“Yet…” He mumbled. “And you look beautiful in it.” 

“Thank you.” You gave him a little smile, your eyes flickering over to Lewis. 

“Am I that bad you need to call for your babysitter to come and get you?”

“He’s not my babysitter… okay maybe he is here to look out for me but he’s not here to babysit me just to keep an eye out so my Dad doesn’t lose his shit.”

“Can’t say I blame him, you look stunning any man here would want you.”

“Doesn’t mean I want them.” 

“Oh, I can tell.” He looked over at the bar behind you. “Can I get you a drink?”

“I wouldn’t turn down a free drink.” 

You and Pierre spent the majority of your nights at the bar, the pair of you both finishing every drink put in front of you. You’d started to let your guard down around him, after all, you didn’t have to worry about Toto catching either of you and it was clear the others knew that Pierre had his eye on you. 

“So what’s the plan for you?” Pierre smiled. “You just going to be your Dad’s assistant until the end of time?” 

“Nope.” You took a sip of your drink, slowing down your alcohol consumption. “I want his job, I want to take over from him one day or take over another team and battle against him one day.”

“Yeah? You think you could do that?” He propped his head up on his hand, giving you every drop of his attention. 

“I know I could do it, I’ve watched him over a million times, I’m the one who plans meetings and organises everything for him, I could take over tomorrow if I wanted to.” 

He let out a light chuckle. “I admire your confidence, it’s hot.”

“I am hot Gasly.” 

“I’m aware.” 

“What about you? Planning to race until the end?”

“Hope so, I would like to win a Championship, maybe join one of the bigger teams one day and win one there. Then when I can I’ll retire and hopefully have a wife and kids to spend it with. Have you ever thought about something like that?”

“Nope, I’d rather be successful than settle down fast.” 

“Who says it needs to be fast?” He arched his brow.

“Fair point Gasly… I guess if I found the right person then sure but I would be nine months pregnant and still doing my job at the side of the track.”

Pierre laughed at your words before his stunning glass eyes met yours again. “I admire your attitude to things.” 

“Could say the same about you.”

“Oh yeah?”

“After what you went through last year well, you deserve the most respect out of anyone on that grid.” 

His eyes softened at your words, a small genuine smile appeared on his lips. “Thank you y/n, means a lot coming from you.”

“Why me?”

“You work with Lewis Hamilton, the bloke is a legend and self-made.” 

“So are you.” 

“Done your research on me?” He shifted closer to you, a smirk on his lips. 

“Oh come on it’s not hard to work things like that out and don’t say that as if you haven’t done your research on me.”

“It’s hard to stay away from your Instagram account.”

“It’s hard not to notice when you like everything.” The pair of you shared a smile. 

“Can’t help it when you’re posing in those lingerie sets.” His voice went dark, his hand skimming across your bare thigh.

You knew what photo he was talking about. Being the daughter of Toto Wolff had its perks and one of those perks was companies asking for you to model for them whilst promoting their clothes. A small brand reached out to you and asked if you’d promote their new set of lingerie, you accepted but the one thing that stood out was that you could have your partner's name displayed in the lace material. 

“Oh yeah?” You leaned closer, teasing him as his hand went higher up your thigh. “Thought about your name on my underwear Pierre?” It was the first time you’d referred to him by his first name and it sounded like heaven falling from your lips. You were right though, Pierre had found himself staring at those photos countless times, imagining his name displayed in the material. 

“The golden girl has brains too…” His eyes flickered down to your lips and back to your eyes. “Good girl for noticing.” 

Fuck that sounded good coming from him. 

Those words and the added pressure on your thighs making your legs shift at the feeling in your stomach made your words run dry. Pierre leaned closer, tucking a hair behind your ears. “What’s that matter mon amour? You were so confident earlier..” A smirk grew on his lips as he took in your flustered state. “Was it that easy?” 

“Oh fuck off Gasly.” You went to stand but he grabbed your wrist, tugging you towards him so you crashed into his body, your hands on his chest whilst his arms wrapped around your waist. Your face was inches away from his, his hair falling slightly, covering his right eye but that didn’t stop them from adoring your face. 

“Such harsh words coming from that pretty mouth of yours.” His thumb moved up to your bottom lip, swiping it in a teasing way. “Maybe I should teach it a lesson.” 

A surge of confidence swam through your veins as you spoke. “You wouldn’t know how.” 

That’s all Pierre needed. He moved his head closer until there was no air between the pair of you, connecting his lips to your soft ones. The kiss started slow, the pair of you moving your lips against one another before Pierre started to quicken his movements. He swiped his tongue along your bottom lip before groaning in frustration that you wouldn’t part your lips for him to get closer. 

“Oh, you’re in for it ma douce.” Pierre grabbed your hand and dragged you out of the club, not caring that you were under the watchful eye of Lewis. 

Was it the alcohol talking or did you really want to fuck Pierre Gasly?

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Read Part Two here

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Note: So just a heads up me and Roma are doing a collab where one person gives a prompt and character and the category and that person writes it and same thing with the other! Please read his (it’s Rengoku)

COME AGAIN?

Character(s): Muzan Kibutsuji

Type of reader: M!Reader

Collab with: @reallyromealone

Prompt: Soulmates

Category: Fluff

Warning(s): None

Edited: ❌

At a certain age, a red string would be attached to the index finger of both soulmates.

The longer the string the further they are from you. Your string was abnormally long. Once you had finally turned 20 you decided to find where the hell your soulmate was.

"Be safe sweetheart, here's some demon repellent, food & water." Your mother spoke and handed you a light purple bag filled with wisteria and a larger bag filled with food and water.

"Alright, love you mama see you soon." You smiled and kissed her cheek before taking your leave. You spent days following the path your string left you. Yes, you were tired, but you were dedicated to look for your soulmate one way or another. At one point while you were walking you could feel yourself doze off a little.

"I guess I could take a small nap." You said to yourself and sat underneath a large tree. Before falling asleep, you did a small tug on the string so your soulmate knows you're on your way. Once you fell asleep the other end of the string had also been tugged.

After hours of napping, you woke up ate some of your food and began your journey once again. "Hm? The string is getting shorter..." You mumbled to yourself before your eyes widened in realization. "The string is getting short!!" You exclaimed, this giving you a boost of energy as you walked much faster than before.

You had stopped in your tracks when you heard two voices making you hide behind a tree quickly. "Is your soulmate getting closer, master Muzan?" Akaza asked as he watched his master stare at the string that tugged once again.

"Yes, they're much closer this time." Muzan said and glanced over at the tree you hid behind. 'Shit shit shit! My soulmate is the king of demons!!' You mentally kicked yourself not knowing why him of all people was your soulmate. "So my soulmate is a mere human? Pathetic." Muzan muttered as he stared down at you from your side. A let out a yelp and quickly jumped back.

"W-...Who says I'm your soulmate?" You squeaked out. Muzan looked down at the string that showed 5 feet of string connecting the two of you. "The string wouldn't lie. Now come, we have things to discuss." Muzan said and grabbed your hand leading you to who knows where. A wave of slumber washed over you rather quickly.

When you woke up, you were neatly placed in a bed which confused you since you didn't remember any houses near where you were.

"I see you've awakened." Muzan said, startling you. "Now that you're awake here are the rules to being my soulmate; 1. Don't interfere with my work or bother me while I'm working. 2. Don't get clingy with me, I'm not one for being in 'relationships'. And 3. Don't get yourself in trouble." Muzan explained as he got up from the chair not even allowing you to ask a simple question.

"Rude much." You mumbled. The time you've spent with Muzan was...how should I put it? Monotonous. The two of you rarely spoke to each other making you feel like something that was there taking space. It annoyed you. So eventually, you decided to try and get to know Muzan more.

You'd make dinner without him asking, chat with him occasionally even if he only spoke a word or two, make him a bath, even beg for the two of you to sleep in the same room even though demons don't technically need sleep, and would even tell him you loved him which wasn't a lie at all.

From the time you've spent with him you've grown an attraction to him. Muzan was weirded out by your change of behavior, but he also liked how you treated him since he hasn't been treated like this in decades.

"I'm going to get started on dinner, love you, Muzan." You said with a small smile as he put drops of some liquid into a tube. You knew he wasn't going to say it back so you began walking till you heard something.

"I love you too, Y/n."

Your heart flutter around in your chest just by those four words along with your name rolling off his tongue. A small giddy laugh left your mouth as you made your way to the kitchen. Muzan could feel how happy you were which made him feel happy.

It had also caused a small smile to creep onto his lips that he didn't dare to hide.

[vinnival]

Hi, first time requesting something. How about some fluff with main 3 + mag torture +tricky and a pacifying reader? Like they have the ability to stop anyone in their tracks and calm down. Love your writing and you :)

HELLO yes I will deliver!!! Sorry 4 the long wait!!! I LOVE U TOO

as a pacifist I will ascend writing this 🧘‍♀️

Aggression? No, A Love

Session!

HANK

Oh hon u're one of the best people for this mf....

Like if you knew him since before the boombox incident you'd have saved Nevada from the Nightmare it was about to go through by calming Hank down

Unfortunately, you met him by literally defending yourself from him- he was about to slaughter you, but your magical ass self just. stopped him

It- it jarred him up badly too, one minute he felt intense urges to shed blood, and the next, it all vanished into thin air

He thought you were very interesting for that, and forced you to return to base with him

You're like... his therapist now

Technically, everyone's therapist (everyone is fucked up) but we won't talk about that

I can see him immediately coming back from a mission and just zipping straight to your room for solace

He doesn't even say anything, you can just Tell

Which he doesn't complain about, less talking from him so :]

He just loves pets.........

SANFORD

100% wants to find out how you can do such feats

One time you snuck into the van for a mission and managed to pacify everyone to sleep when you got there- before any of the 3 could start killing

He's been entranced with you ever since

Loves watching you calmly walk through enemy buildings, sweeping through the MAGs and Grunts with your soothing voice and gentle hands, calming them and making them friendly

"What kind of witchcraft..."

LOVES it when you calm him down too

Like when he's too riled up by Deimos or smth you'll immediately be there to reassure him

He was already a big cuddle bug before, but now? Can't go an hour without cuddling. (unless in a mission, but as soon as you two return home he will scoop u up and cuddle)

All 3 of them are fiercely protective of you, but Sanford is the most obviously protective- always close to you, trying to make himself a meat shield for you, teaches you good self-defense skills

DEIMOS

This man will never leave you alone

"Can you teach me can you teach me can you teac-" *is knocked out by you*

At first he couldn't tell why/how you're so effective, but after all the Purgatory bullshit, he suddenly VERY MUCH understood

You were so skilled in calming everyone down form panic attacks, violent outbursts, etc

"It's my turn on the therapy session"

The three of them fight like dogs trying to decide who can get your calming sessions for the day

Of course it's you who has to go in and stop it HAHAHA

Okay, now you have 3 baby men (/hj) to deal with and soothe, which isn't bad! They're all warm when you all cuddle up together and watch a movie so you enjoy it

AGENT TORTURE

Once again you're the perfect mf for this guy

He's been through too much shit please just make him happy and feel calm holy shit

The way you met? You weren't assigned to taking care of him, in fact, you were all the way across the building from him, as a simple security watch person

He broke out and went on a rampage today, but when he got to your side of the building, you were the first person he bumped into

Instead of picking you up and crushing you like a tin can, you two only stared at each other intensely

You were trying to display as much "you can trust me" vibes as possible

It apparently worked, because he knelt down to get eye-level with you

And in a cliche hiccup-toothless moment, you reached out your hand and he pushed his head forward for you to lay your hand on his cheek

He started purring too!! You have The Magic Touch (tm)

And literally the entire half of the facility witnessed it

Well, now you were a hero AND a someone personally assigned to Tor to keep him calm

Get ready for a very territorial boy

You'd be sleeping, he'd be curled up around you, and if anyone dared to get close, they'd get very menacingly growled at

No one even TRIES to be mean to you or anything because you, the happy magical ray of sunshine, had a giant, very protective shadow right behind you at all times

TRICKY

God pacifying reader is fit for anyone here huh? Guess everyone truly is fucked up

You very stupidly stepped in the middle of a fight between him and Hank

You very luckily have cool powers

You managed to stop them from killing each other yet again

Hank ran off without a second thought, leaving you alone with the clown

Good thing you calmed him, otherwise you would've been a sliced up body

He stared at you confusedly, "HOW DO THAT?"

Instant besties

If he ever catches someone talking shit ab you/being mean to you, or anything like that...

get their funeral ready LMAOAA

No one hurts his bestest friend !!!!!

Especially a magical bestie

He sees you as very special and loves how you always manage to calm even the most dangerous individuals (other than him)

Actually, his personality seems to adjust to be more kinder in a way? Like, he'll be more considerate and patient with others instead of straight up impulsively killing them

This was all thanks to you teaching him how to calm himself down !

btw he hugs you

a lot

like a heckin lot

some would argue way too much but let's be honest. clown hugs best hugs

speaking of clown ! He pulls out ALL the circus tricks and jokes to make you happy,,,, he loves hearing you laugh augh

ok so basically: you now have a very protective army of friends who all care you