#i poke your thomas. give me your thoughts boy

[vxiphoid]

EXIXIR OF EMOTIONS

❨ summary ❩ genshin › more than friends? moments. is he feeling too much or too little?

tags ✧ gn!reader, fluff, modern au (?), friends to lovers, y’all are dorks, the sweetest of feelings.

amanuensis’ message ⊹ y’all are not just friends babes, smooch.

⌜ O.7+ ⌟

♫ lover boy - phum viphurit

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CUDDLING.

“you’ll put me to sleep at this rate.”

“its not like i’m going anywhere anytime soon. i like you here, in this moment. just sleep.”

— there’s absolutely nothing better than hearing your beating heart while he rests over you. no better feeling than your hands carding through his hair, braiding a few small pieces he was sure not to remove. he listens to your absentminded humming, your muted whispers about how soft his hair is, and the delighted thrum of your heart. his hand finds your unoccupied one and you were quick to interlock fingers, a reassuring squeeze following shortly after. maybe a small nap wouldn’t be so bad, little did he know you weren’t that far behind him.

AETHER, kaveh, WANDERER, zhongli, shikanoin heizou, BAIZHU, ayato, gorou, venti.

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LATE NIGHT TALKS.

u up? ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀2:23 am (read)

been up ever since i heard your ringtone, are you alright? ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ 2:23 am (read)

— you have a different ringtone from everyone else in his contacts for times like this. honestly, it doesn’t matter if you want to rant, call, or even plan something like going for a walk, his answer will always be yes. its the yearning need to hear you laugh over the phone, even if he did see you three hours ago. babble on about the first thing that comes to your mind, watching you light up as you spoke. he’s sure he has heart eyes as his pupils as he takes you in for the umpteenth time tonight.

XIAO, DILUC, childe, kaedehara kazuha, shikanoin heizou.

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LISTENING TO HIM GEEK OUT.

“sorry, i’m talking your ear off.”

“no, keep talking. i love your voice. what happened then?”

— its the complete adoration and love swirling in your eyes that makes him lose his train of thought. he notices when he turns to see if you’re still following, the smile adorning your face spreads wider under his gaze. what are you trying to do? give him a heart attack? don’t look at him like that (please do, he’s literally in shambles.) you’re so willing to listen to him even when you dont understand the topic. give me a night, ill have it all memorized and we can talk about it together, you’d say. how could you be so perfect?

ITTO, KAEYA, thoma, ALHAITHAM, tighnari, CYNO.

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D.I.YING CLOTHES TOGETHER.

“and then the needle goes through here…”

“please don’t poke yourself—”

— you texted him about some moss embroidery on a sweater you had saw on pinterest and he was already on his way to pick you up and run to the nearest store for yarn and string. he found two old similar sweaters in the depths of his drawers and you were quick to get to work. he could barely pay attention to his own stuff because your shoulder kept brushing his… by the end of it, made with your hello kitty bandaged fingers, on the very end of his sleeve was his own embroidered moss and your initial.

AETHER, BAIZHU, albedo, VENTI, kaveh, zhongli.

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DANCING TOGETHER.

“no but, what if i fall? that would be embarrassing.”

“i would catch you. always.”

— having his hand interlocked with yours has never felt so faultless, he’s been close but never this close. the amount of times he’s wanted to play with your hands but refuse because of the fear of making you uncomfortable yet you seemed so at ease grabbing his hands to mess with his knuckles at any given time. your hand that was splayed out on his chest traced little hearts into the fabric while you studied his face. for a second, he swore you leaned in.. that was until you stumbled on his foot. instincts kicked in quicker than he could react, tugging you flush against him. well that was embarrassing… even then, both your laughter, firstly stiffed, echoed throughout the atmosphere.

ALHAITHAM, ayato, DAINSLEIF, tighnari, KAEYA, THOMA.

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KISSING HIS SCARS.

“why do you do this?”

“i want you to know i accept every part of you.”

— weither that be his hands, his arms, back, neck, waist, there’s no place that your lips don’t leave a tingling feeling upon his skin. it’s how you say hello, its how you say goodbye, it’s so frequent he finds himself counting the mere seconds of the intimate interaction. how you lingered for a second longer one day or a second less the next. you’ve found scars on him where he didn’t even know he had-including the invisible scar you insisted he had on the corner of his mouth that you’d pecked last.

AETHER, albedo, childe, CYNO, dainsleif, DILUC, gorou, itto, KAEDEHARA KAZUHA, XIAO, WANDERER.

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin x reader #genshin fluff #genshin headcanons #genshin fanfic #genshin imagines #genshin shenanigans #aether x reader #alhaitham x reader #albedo x reader #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #cyno x reader #dainsleif x reader #diluc x reader #gorou x reader #kaeya x reader #xiao x reader #itto x reader #kazuha x reader #wanderer x reader #baizhu x reader #ayato x reader #heizou x reader #tighnari x reader #venti x reader #thoma x reader #kaveh x reader #nb!reader

[intimacyequalsdeath]

Will you be my Valentine?: Sugar Day 1 Thomas Hewitt

Welcome to day one of my Valentines fic event! This event will last 7 days and end very obviously on Valentine's day itself. Each of these fics will be simple cute little fluffy fics to celebrate the holiday. I hope you all enjoy <3

Notes: Minors DNI, Fluff, SFW, No real warnings. No specific descriptions of reader or pronouns are used. If pronouns are ever used, reader will go by they/them.

On most days, the gas station was boring. Boring as hell to be exact though you'd never say that around Luda. You sat there all day in hopes that some stupid lost college kid would roll into the middle of nowhere gas station desperate for directions of any kind to get the hell out of here. A shame really that the only directions you knew were to the Hewitt household.

The rusted old bell above the door chimed to alert you that someone had entered the station. Your head snapped up from the outdated magazine that you were flipping through for the hundredth time in hopes for whatever dull human interaction you could get from whoever rolled in. When your eyes met the patron though you were even more thrilled.

"Tommy!"

You squealed as the giant of a man lumbered into the station. He walked right up to the counter you were stood at as the slightest smile could be seen through the mouth portion of his mask. You leaned over the counter to press your lips against his and he welcomed the gesture.

"You came to see me, must be slow with the meant at the house?"

Tommy shrugged and gave a sort of "I guess so" look before holding up a finger as if to say "give me a second" as he turned to head back out to the front of the station. You watched with curiosity as he walked out of sight and then returned with a small cardboard box.

Over the top of the brim of the box you could see a bundle of some of the wildflowers that grew in the unmanaged field beside the house. You smiled as Thomas once again made his way back to the counter.

He produced the bouquet first. Handing it to you with a smile grunt and a fierce red blush poking through his mask.

"Oh tommy their beautiful!" You squealed taking the flowers from him and inhaling their scent. You loved the smell of the flowers that grew by the house that even Luda insisted on always having a vase of them on the dining room table, even if Hoyt bitched.

"Tell me you didn't get more grass stains on your pants that I'll have to wash out picking these though?"

A look of guilt took over the blush, and you couldn't help but to laugh.

"Tommy! I just got the stains from the last bunch of flowers you picked out!" you teased him.

You tried to sneak a peak over what else he had in the small cardboard box, he noticed this and softly moved the box out of your line of sight before pulling something else out from it.

There, now sitting on your counter from the cardboard box was a small teddy bear. It had mismatched eyes and various random patches of fabric covering holes in it's fur.

"Oh Tommy..." You cooed looking at the small plush bear. "He's adorable!"

You looked at Tommy and thought that if it was possible for him to get any more red he might actually explode.

"You did all this for me Tommy? Why?"

Tommy gave half a headshake and then pointed over to the old calendar on the wall. The calendar was the only thing that Luda kept up to date in the station since it helped her keep up to date with her far and few between doctors appointments in the next town over.

You walked over to the calendar and unhooked it from the wall. When you placed it down on the counter Tommy pointed to the 14th of February.

"This is what you got me for Valentines day then?" A smile etching your face.

Tommy nodded enthusiastically. Luda Mae must've told him about Valentine's day, and planted the idea for him to do something for you for it. When you rolled in and Luda finally was able to see a future for her beloved boy she was thrilled and would do anything to help you two along.

"I love them Tommy, thank you honey"

Tommy gave a "You're Welcome" grunt and a head nod. He took one of his giant hands and reached across the counter to cup your cheek, you leaned into his warm hand as he caressed your face.

The shrill ring of the rotary phone on the wall brought the two of you out of the trance, you walked over and picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Goddamnit is that blockheaded boy down there at the station?!"

Hoyt all but screamed down the line, you turned to look at Tommy who could obviously hear Hoyt yelling.

"Yeah Tommy's down here, why?"

"He just up and fuckin left! We have meat down in the basement to get cleaned up but as soon as he heard somethin' about goddamn Valentine's day he wandered off"

You smiled slightly and fixed Tommy with another look. Tommy shrugged and you could make out an up and down motion in his shoulders almost as if he was laughing.

"I'll tell him to head back Hoyt, Don't worry"

Before Hoyt could answer you had hung up. You made your way back over to the counter and put your hands on your hips.

"Thomas Hewitt" You playfully scolded the giant of a man. "Did you ditch your work to come and give me Valentine's day gifts?"

Tommy looked at you for a moment before nodding with an obvious smile peaking out from underneath the mask.

"Well, my shift here is done for the day, would you like to accompany me back to the house?"

Tommy gave an eager nod as you collected your flowers and the cute little bear and walked around the counter. He offered you his arm, as you tucked the bear underneath the one holding the flowers, and you happily accepted.

The rusted bell above the door dinged in notification as Tommy opened the door for you to step outside first. You stepped out into the warm February Texas afternoon as Tommy followed and reoffered his arm.

"If you get home and get your work done, I'll make you a very special Valentine's dinner for all your hard work?" you asked, looking up at him as you walked.

Tommy eagerly nodded as the two of you made your way down the abandoned road back toward the Hewitt house together. With nothing but the warm Texas sun, the breeze that cut through the humidity and a cute little patch work bear.

#slasher x reader #slasher fandom #texas chainsaw massacre #thomas hewitt #thomas hewitt x reader #texas chainsaw 3d #thomas brown hewitt #valentines day

[seehisbriefs]

Thomas's heart sank as he heard Mike's words, his stomach twisting with dread. Hang out with Mike's friends? In nothing but his tighty whities and socks? The thought was too humiliating to bear.

"N-no, please," he stammered, backing away from Mike with his hands raised defensively. "I-I can't let anyone else see me like this. Please, Mike, just give me my clothes back and I'll go home."

But Mike just grinned, a wicked gleam in his eye. "Aw, what's the matter, Tommy boy?" he taunted, moving towards Thomas with a predatory slowness. "Afraid to show off those cute little undies of yours? I bet the guys would get a real kick out of seeing you like this."

Thomas shook his head frantically, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew he had to get away, had to escape before Mike could make good on his threat. But before he could take more than a few steps, Mike lunged forward and grabbed him around the waist.

Thomas yelped in surprise as he was lifted off his feet, his legs kicking helplessly in the air. "N-no, please!" he whimpered, his voice cracking with desperation. "D-don't do this, Mike! I-I'm begging you!"

But Mike just laughed, hoisting Thomas up onto his hip like a toddler. "Oh, hush," he said, giving Thomas's bottom a patronizing pat. "You're acting like such a baby. It's just a little harmless fun, that's all."

Thomas could feel the tears streaming down his face as Mike carried him towards the door, his bare legs dangling embarrassingly in the air. He couldn't believe this was happening - how had he let himself get into this situation?

As they stepped outside, Thomas could feel the cool breeze on his exposed skin, making him shiver with humiliation. He buried his face in Mike's shoulder, too ashamed to even look at the world around him.

But Mike wasn't about to let him hide. With a grin, he bounced Thomas on his hip, making sure his tighty whities were on full display for anyone who might be watching. "Come on, Tommy," he cooed, his voice dripping with mock affection. "Let's go show off those cute little undies of yours. I'm sure the guys will be impressed."

Thomas could only whimper in response, his face burning with shame. He felt like a complete fool, being carried around like a child in nothing but his underwear. He knew that anyone who saw him like this would never take him seriously again - he would be forever branded as Mike's pathetic little tighty whitey boy.

As they approached Mike's friends, Thomas could hear their laughter and catcalls, could feel their eyes raking over his exposed body. He wanted to die, to sink into the ground and disappear forever.

But Mike just held him tighter, bouncing him up and down like a baby. "Look who I brought, guys!" he called out, his voice filled with cruel amusement. "It's little Tommy, the tighty whitey boy! Isn't he just adorable?"

The guys erupted into laughter, their voices filled with mocking derision. Thomas could feel their fingers poking and prodding at his underwear, could hear their taunts and jeers ringing in his ears.

And as Mike paraded him around like a trophy, Thomas knew that his life would never be the same. He was a laughingstock now, a pathetic little boy in a man's world. And there was nothing he could do about it.

All he could do was cling to Mike, his face buried in his chest, and pray that somehow, someday, he might find a way to escape this never-ending nightmare. But deep down, he knew it was a futile hope - he was Mike's property now, and that was all he would ever be.

#tighty whities #eum #embarrassed underwear #fotl

[gulnarsultan]

Can you do Separately what The Yandere Tudors Men (Edward Seymour, King Henry VIII, Charles Brandon and Thomas Boleyn) would give their Wife a really, REALLY expensive necklace either as a wedding present, a just because present or something following the birth of one of their children?

Hello. I hope you like it.

King Henry had passed many difficult trials to marry you. You will never forget the moments of lust and desire you experienced on your wedding night throughout your life. King Henry shed tears of joy when he received the news that you were pregnant. He took very close care of you throughout your pregnancy, unlike usual. Not even a minute was left outside the door of the room where you gave birth for hours. He was praying to God for you and the baby to be delivered safely. When the birth was finally over, he quickly entered the room. You were tiredly smiling at your husband with your newborn son in your arms.

"My King. We now have a male heir."

King Henry came to you and kissed your forehead. It wasn't hard to understand that he was happy and proud from the look on his face when he held your son in his arms.

"My son."

King Henry proudly kissed his newborn son's forehead.

"Our son's name will be Edward. Prince Edward."

You smiled at your husband's words. King Henry gently placed Prince Edward in his crib. He handed you the box in his hand. Surprised, you take the box and open it. Inside the box was a necklace decorated with Tudor symbol roses and made of expensive jewellery.

"My King. This is beautiful."

"Not as much as you."

King Henry took the necklace out of the box and placed it around your neck elegantly.

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You were Charles' third wife. Honestly, you never thought that an arranged marriage would turn into love. Charles was a possessive and passionate husband. Even though his love was suffocating at times, you had learned to cope. Charles did not yet have a son. This meant that a big task was on your shoulders. You got pregnant shortly after the wedding. You honestly thought your husband would move away from you and take mistresses. But it didn't happen as he thought. Months later, you gave birth to healthy twin boys. You would never forget the smile on Charles' face. He held his sons in his arms and wasn't afraid to talk about how proud he was. One of your sons was named John and the other Edmund. After naming the babies, Charles gave you a very dazzling necklace as a gift. From what you heard from your bridesmaids, Charles paid a really large amount of money for this necklace.

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Your wedding to Thomas Boleyn was modest. You came from a noble and powerful family. Frankly, your mother and father were not very keen on this marriage. After all, Thomas Boleyn did not promise great possibilities. After months of conversations, you had finally managed to gain your family's approval. You were getting ready in your room on the wedding night. Thomas slowly pokes his head through the door.

"I got you something, honey. Your wedding gift."

"There was no need, my dear. It is a great gift for me to know that we can spend our lives together now."

"My beautiful wife. I am truly a very lucky man."

Thomas holds out the box he keeps behind his back. You slowly take the box and open it. There is a really expensive necklace inside the box.

"Thomas. This is too expensive."

"I couldn't have a big wedding that suits you. I should have at least bought you a gift that suits you."

"Thank you, Thomas. I will keep this necklace for the rest of my life."

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Your wedding to Edward Seymour was beautiful. It was literally like a fairy tale. Queen Jane had spared no expense for her brother's wedding. The wedding hall was decorated very beautifully. A luxurious wedding dress and a wonderful flower bouquet were prepared. After you put on your wedding dress, the bridesmaids did your make-up and hair. You were waiting for the ceremony to start. There is a knock on your door.

"Come in."

Edward comes in. Edward has a look of admiration on his face.

"Oh my God. You look like an angel."

"Edward, you're embarrassing me."

"I came to give you a gift. I hope you like it."

When you open the box, you are surprised to see the expensive necklace inside.

"Oh. Edward, that's beautiful."

"I'm glad you liked it, my beautiful."

#yandere the tudors #house of tudor #yandere tudors #yandere tudors characters #the tudors #yandere edward seymour #yandere edward seymour x reader #yandere charles brandon #yandere charles brandon xreader #yandere thomas boleyn #yandere thomas boleyn x reader #yandere henry viii #yandere henry viii x reader #yandere king henry viii #yandere historycal characters #yandere male

[the-fiction-witch]

I Will Eat You

Media IRL

Character Thomas

Couple Thomas X Reader

Rating Cute

I laid in bed wrapped up tightly with blankets and pillows trying to keep myself warm, keep myself steady so I didn't throw up or worse. I felt terrible so I did my best to try and settle myself to rest and relax. 

"Hey, little lady," Thomas spoke up as he poked his head through the door 

"Get out!" I whined 

"I know you're not very well, but if I may ask a little question?"

"What?" 

"Would we have... a little sexy time?"

"No."

"But before you say no!"

"I've already said no."

"But... please consider, I have been cleaning out the kitchen today"

"Really?" I glared poking my head out the covers "You feel so entitled, that you literally feel like you deserve a blow job for cleaning the kitchen?"

"I mean... I'm not gonna say no. But while I was cleaning I found some chocolate at the back of the pantry, and because it was almost out of date.... I ate it. And now have discovered it was that horny chocolate we bought and forgot about." 

"So now?"

"So now I can't think straight because my dick is overriding all over thoughts in my brain" 

"No. if it's that much of an issue go jerk off in the bathroom."

"But I wanna have fun with my little lady."

"No!"

"Fine" he sighed going back to... whatever it was he was doing before he came to the bedroom, so I got myself cosy and cuddly trying to fight away my sickness for what felt like a good hour or two "Y/n?" He cooed 

"Hummm?"

"Did you want a little sexy time now?"

"No thomas."

"Aww, please?"

"No."

"What if I just came and gave you a little cuddle to make you feel better?" He asks coming closer to the bed

"You come near me I will eat you" I warn

"Okay, what if I brought you a snack?"

"What kind of snack?" I asked poking my head out a little 

"Pringles, and jelly-filled marshmallows you're favourite"

"Where did you get marshmallows?"

"I found them at the back of the cupboard, they fell down the back you must have thought you ate them all" 

I took the marshmallows and pulled them into my little tent "You may sit. for five minutes"

"Thank you very much little lady" He laughs giving my forehead a little kiss as he sat "Also do you have any idea where the pup is?" 

"Here" I answered moving the covers to reveal our puppy lying with me inside the covers 

"Oh I've been looking for you" He laughed giving the pup a stroke 

"He's here making me feel better."

"Why do you get all the cuddles?"

"Because he knows I'm sick. so he's here to make me better."

"I'll cuddle you to make you feel better."

"No. You have ulterior motives" I glared 

"I mean... you're telling me the puppy doesn't? he humps stuff way more than I do."

"Not anymore, he's a good boy he doesn't hump things now he's had his appointment" I cooed "Maybe we should do that to you" 

"Nahh I need Mine!" He complained

"Do you? really?" 

"Fine, you get some rest." He smiled before he headed off elsewhere 

So I got cosy and cuddly trying to get some sleep for a good while

"Awwww... she's so cute, what a wute wittle wady, all sweepy" He cooed coming and petting my hair but I flicked my eye open to glare at him "ahhh! she's awake!" 

"What do you want?" I glared 

"I brought you McDonald. to make you feel better."

"Did you get nuggets?"

"Nuggets, chicken burger, milkshake and a happy meal as they have the cute toys you wanted. You gonna come out your little tent now?"

"Alright" I sighed getting out of bed but keeping the duvet and blankets around me as I shuffled away 

"Well... your out of bed" He shrugs "As I got you Mcdonalds... can we have some sexy time?"

"Later." I sighed

"YES!"

"But slow, because you move me around to fast and I throw up you cleaning the bed."

"Deal" 

#tbs #thomas brodie sangster #thomas sangster #tbs smut #thomasbrodiesangster #tbs imagines #thomas sangster imagine #tbs imagine #thomas brodie sangster imagine #thomas brodie sangster smut

[slasher-male-wife]

Slashers with an s/o who makes and wears bone jewelry

I know this is specific but I made some bone jewelry with some animal bones today and I kept thinking about my bone boys. So I thought this would be a cute little headcannons I hope you enjoy

Warnings: murder, dead animals and bones mentions 

Includes: Lester Sinclair, Thomas Hewitt and Bubba Sawyer 

Lester Sinclair 

When he first met you and he saw the bones on your necklaces rings bracelets earrings etc he fell in love

He’d make some stupid joke like “You’ve got nice bone structure.” Or something dumb like that

Once you start living with him he’ll be eager for you to make more things with his bones, cause I feel like this man just has them laying around.

He’d wear whatever you make him all the time. Necklace with a part of a raccoons jaw? Wearing it right now darlin. Ring with some deer teeth? Oh boy he’s wearing it like a wedding ring. 

If you make earrings you might find this fucking himbo trying to pierce his own ears too. Bo is also a himbo dont @ me

He’ll give you whatever supplies you need and even drive into town for them. If Bo comments in a negative way on your jewelry Lester is quick to defend you. “Well you’ve always got that damn tacky ring on but ya don’t see me commentin on it.” 

Thomas Hewitt

This man would first see you sitting at the table with whatever bone jewelry you have on.  I like to think you’d be wearing a necklace and he’d pick it up while you’re wearing it and look at it. 

Once he knows you’d be staying he’ll always be watching your jewelry. He loves how it looks and moves and how at home it makes him feel around you. 

He’ll start to give you supplies to make things with like jump rings and pliers and chains. Also well small bones too. He’ll drill holes in them if he has to. He likes the idea of nothing in the house going to waste. 

If Hoyt or Monty poke fun at you for it he’ll stick up for you. They mess with him enough but they won’t mess with his s/o. 

He’d also probably saw up bigger bones for things and he might start to use the bone marrow in the food. 

If you made him anything he’ll wear it but keep it hidden. He adores you so much and he loves that you’d do that for him. 

Bubba Sawyer 

He would absolutely not kill you when he sees your bone jewelry. He always is trying to show off a feminine side to him because of his genderfluid identity but his brothers are fucking cocks so he can’t really do much. But with you he can have some fun. 

He’ll bring you small animal bones and teeth and whatever else you need. He’ll even convince Drayton to get you more supplies if he can find them. 

He’ll watch you while you make them. Looking at the process and watching your hands as you work with the wire and chains and bones, making it into art. Kinda like how he turns faces into masks for art. 

I feel like if you have Jewelry to Bubba he would never in a million years take it off. He doesn’t care what his brothers say to him he love it so much and the fact it was made by you makes it even better. 

He’ll probably ask you to make some for Nubbins too because I feel like he’d be the most supportive brother out of all of them and kinda show support for Bubba with a little tooth bracelet. 

Bubba will probably also steal bones from the road kill Chop Top and Nubbins find just for you. 

#lester sinclair #lester sinclair x reader #Thomas Hewitt #thomas hewitt x reader #bubba sawyer #bubba saywer x reader #house of wax #texas chainsaw massacre #texas chainsaw the beginning #slasher #slashers #slasher x reader #slasher fanfiction #slasher community

[giggly-bun]

Merry christmas!! Have a joyful holiday!! For the event, can I request lee thoma with ler itto? The sentence starter is up to youu hihi

{Bun’s Festive Fics Event❄️- closed}

A/N: gosh i didn’t even realise i hadn’t posted this, my upmost apologies hun! but i hope you enjoy this - bunny 🔮

“Was that a snort?”

Thoma shook his head furiously, but couldn’t verbally answer, due to the humiliating noises that were constantly leaving his mouth. Itto just laughed heartily, watching his childhood friend giggle his head off. It was only meant to be a small catch up between the two; they had met up in a cherry blossom tree field and quickly got to talking about life had been since they last met. Of course, the topic of their childhood had come up and they began reminiscing on how they used to play as kids.

“Hey remember when we were younger and you used to be so anxious all the time. Man, i used to tickle all of those nerves outta ya!” Itto had jokingly reminded, and the comment made Thoma’s face light up.

“W-Well, I wouldn’t quite put it like that-“

“Are you kidding? You used to cackle just from a few pokes to the side! Hey, are you still ticklish? Can I see!” Before Thoma could protest, Itto was already clambering towards him and sitting comfortably on his thighs. Thoma was terrified.

“I-Itto this isn’t necessary- I can assure you I’m not t-tick- sensitive anymore.” The blond stuttered out. The Oni just scoffed playfully.

“Well we can always try, can’t we?”

And his hands descended quickly. Itto wasn’t a trained tickler of sorts, but he was agile, his hands moved sporadically all over the shorter’s torso, focusing on squeezing up and down his sensitive sides. Thoma flinched harshly, immediately attempting to hold back his laughter by pursing his lips and weakly slapping Itto’s hands away.

“Oh, cmon Thoma, you’re not hiding your laugh, are you?” Itto teased, drilling his fingers in the boy’s lower ribs that had him arching his back.

“I-I t-tohold you I’m- mhmhm I-I’m not tihicklish” He struggled to get out. Suppressing the giggles was harder than Thoma thought, and he was just hoping if he could hold out long enough, maybe, just maybe, Itto would give up. But of course, he’s not that lucky is he.

“Hey, Thoma, is your tummy still ticklish?”

“Wha- no nohohohoho gohohod dahahamn it! ihihihihitto stahahap!”

“And we have lift off!” Itto cheered, using his long nails to lightly drag up and down Thoma’s tummy. The light tickles were absolutely unbearable, it had the boy thrashing his head like crazy, his hair becoming disheveled instantly. Itto was grinning like the cheshire cat.

“Now what’s all this, huh Thoma? I thought you said you weren’t ticklish anymore. This looks like it tickles pretty bad to me!” He said with a teasing lilt to his voice that made Thoma want the ground to swallow him up. God, how could he let this happen.

“Dohohohon’t- plehehease ihihihitto-“

“Please what? Please amp up the tickling? You got it, bro!”

“NO! nohohohoNOHOHO DON’T- NOHOHOHOT THEHEHERE!” Thoma suddenly cried out. Itto had began to vigorously vibrate his fingers at the sides of the blond’s tummy, the change in tactics sending shock waves around his entire body. Thoma screamed, screeched and snorted through endless amounts of laughter.

“Was that a snort?”

The blond shook his head furiously, but couldn’t verbally answer, due to the humiliating noises that were constantly leaving his mouth. Itto just laughed heartily, watching his childhood friend giggle his head off.

“IHIHITTO PLEHEHEASE I CAHAHAHANT! MY STOMAHAHACHE OHOHO ARCHONS!” Thoma cried, and with one final squeeze, the Oni brought his hands away from the poor boys quivering tummy. Almost as quickly as it started, but not quick enough for Thoma, who was currently lying limp on the floor, panting for the oxygen he had been momentarily deprived of.

“Man, you sure know how to laugh, Thoma, it’s good to hear it after all this time!” Itto cooed, patting the shorter’s shoulder. The other just took the taunting on the chin, because he knew that even he needed a break like this.

#tickle fic #tickling #genshin tickle #lee!thoma #ler!itto

[c-world]

“You Know Nothing…”

description: Jean and Thomas have an what started as a small differences of opinion that turned to something worse

a/n: english is my second language; kinda short /: This is just a snipped of a story! Comments are appreciated <3

Please enjoy!

Their arguing could be heard from inside of the Garrison beside the rumbling thunder. The door burst open, Thomas entered followed by an angry Jean, their clothes wet from the rain. Thomas wiped away the blood running from his nose.

„You can‘t do that all the time, Thomas!“, Jean grabbed his jacket to turn him around, not bothered by Arthur and John sitting at a table sipping their whisky. „I don’t know what you mean.“, Thomas shrugged about to grab a bottle of liquor from behind the bar. „Oh you know exactly what I mean!“; she said angry and pushed his shoulder so he would face her again, „You can’t just start a fight with some random man on the streets, just… just because he looked at you in the wrong way!“, Jean stated angry. Thomas held his hands up trying to get some space between them, he did not want to hurt her by accident but boy was her angry, his blood was boiling in his veins. „You“, Thomas started and pointed at her in anger, „You know nothing, Jean! Nothing!“. Jean glanced at him. „Don‘t start that again, Thomas. We all know you went to France!“, Jean raised her voice, Thomas had nothing to say to that, giving her the space to let her anger out. „Don’t act like your the only fucking man that got hurt by war! I don‘t know what happened to you or the others and I can‘t imagine.“, she was just above screaming at him, „But you are not the only one, okay!? YOU ARE NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO WENT THROUGH HELL! Do you hear that?!“, Thomas looked everywhere but her, „You weren‘t on the field Jean, you know nothing!“, he said in an alarming calm tone. „Trust me when I tell you I went through hell too, Thomas. It might have not been same as yours but their ghost haunt me at night the same way they do it to you.“, Jeans eyes were watery, fighting against the memories flashing through her head. „Guess you never had spend a thought about us, I didn’t, too many dead men!“, he said, clam but with anger flooding his veins, „I SAW DEAD MEN TOO, THOMAS. SO MANY MEN WHO SUFFERED! AND EVERY DAY, EVER FUCKING DAY I WAS SCARED I WOULD HAD ONE OF YOU ON MY TABLE!“, Jean screamed at him, fully telling the truth. Jean had to turn away from him, his silence almost killed her. When she turned back to him, he raised a cocky brow, she had enough. „You know what? Think what you want, Thomas. Because you are the ONE that knows fucking NOTHING!“, Jean went closer to him and poked his chest while speaking, to make her point clear. Jean grabbed her pair of gloves, she had slammed onto the table when they entered, before Thomas could say a word. Thomas let out a deep sigh watching her leave. „Fuck it!“, he said in a whisper to himself. It was the first time he looked at his brothers who watched their argument with patience. „What?!“, he asked annoyedly, pouring himself a whiskey. „Nothing.“, John shrugged, keeping his thoughts to himself.

#love #thomas shelby fanfiction #thomas shelby #thomas shelby imagine #tommy shelby #peaky blinder headcanon #peaky blinders fanfic #peaky blinders imagine

[ticklystuff]

Hello!! Would you mind writing lee itto and lers ayato + thoma? (Can be fic or ficlet up to you hehe, the spot is also up to you but I don't really like foot~ ehehe)

request a ficlet!

sorry this took so long! i hope you enjoy uwu

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"Tickling? You wanna tickle me?"

Ayato nodded with a short smile. "It's simple enough, right? If you can hold your laughter for five minutes, the onikabuto is all yours."

"Five minutes is nothing," Itto chuckled to himself, waving his hand in confidence. "Might as well hand over that onikabuto now to save yourself the trouble."

"It's admirable that you hold yourself in such a regard," Ayato replied, handing the cage containing the purple beetle to Thoma to set away, "but I'm always up for a challenge."

"Well, bring it on then pretty boy," Itto said with a smirk, gesturing for Ayato to begin anytime. Ayato was known to be a formidable onikabuto trainer himself and Itto almost considered him to be somewhat of a rival. Although the thought of asking for assistance from another onikabuto trainer would never cross Itto's mind, he wouldn't refrain from adding another potential combatant to his beetle squad and all he had to do was be tickled? What a steal.

"If you could please raise your arms," Ayato beckoned to Itto, sitting to the right of the oni. "Ah, and Thoma, go ahead and take the other side."

"Wait, my lord-"

"Hey, I thought it'd just be you!" Itto interrupted the blond, though, it seemed like the two shared the same thought, based off the reluctance on Thoma’s face.

“Don’t worry, Thoma’s not a particularly skilled tickler,” Ayato said with a wink in Thoma’s direction. Itto nearly missed the blush that creeped across Thoma’s face. “Besides, for someone like you, one more person would hardly hinder your chance at success.”

“Hell, just have the whole Kamisato Estate tickle me! Won’t matter in the end,” Itto proclaimed as he lifted arms over his head as told earlier, ignoring how his voice wavered towards the end and the hairs on the back of his neck standing up out of apprehensiveness.

“Itto, I-I’m not sure you know what you’re get-” Thoma stuttered, but suddenly shut his mouth when Ayato looked at him. Itto looked between the two as a brief sense of nervousness washed over him, but anything for the prized beetle. Plus, it was just a little bit of tickling, nothing an oni couldn’t handle.

Ayato flashed what almost looked like a taunting smile, tilting his head slightly as he did so. “Well, be careful what you wish for.”

The fingers hit his skin without warning, sending dozens of tingly shockwaves that traversed from the nerves of his right underarm and instantaneously flooded his brain. The sensations were much more intense than Itto was expecting and the oni’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head as the squeal that nearly escaped his mouth was forced back, replaced by a heavy gasp. Maybe things wouldn’t be as easy as he’d hoped.

“Ah, what was that I just heard?” Ayato asked almost teasingly as his fingers continued to dance across Itto’s underarm.

“Th-That didn’t count!” Itto struggled to speak, restraining the snickers that threatened to leave his throat.

“Very well. I’ll let that one slide.” Ayato added his second arm into the mix, blending his underarm tickles with pokes to Itto’s side, making it difficult for him to keep still. “Thoma, why haven’t you started yet? Do you wish to swap places with him?”

“A-Ah, apologies my lord,” Thoma stammered hurriedly, giving Itto an apologetic look before hopping in with his own tickling.

“GYAHAhahaha! Nohohoho!” Itto’s heavy laughter bellowed throughout the room once Thoma’s hands were added to the fray, shocking himself at how easily they managed to break him. He screwed his eyes shut to avoid the triumphant look that Ayato most certainly wore on his face.

“Restahahahart! Give me another chahahahance!”

“Sure, you can have all the chances,” Ayato said as he continued to tickle the giggly oni, his voice laced with mischief, almost pleased with Itto’s decision.  “We’re going to have a lot of fun, Itto.”

#itto #ayato #thoma #genshin impact #tickling

[glazelilyy]

the little things

pairings (separately!)- diluc ragnvindr, kaeya alberich, albedo, childe/tartaglia, zhongli, xiao, kaedehara kazuha, scaramouche, dainsleif x gender neutral reader (modern au!)

word count - 1770

genre - fluff

format- drabbles

warnings - none!

summary - a collection of cute, brief modern moments with the boys :)

a/n - if you've been around long enough on my account, you might know that i absolutely adore modern aus hehehehe so this post is just one big giant self indulgence :P also first post with thoma!! :D i love my sunshine boy he's so sweet :P

diluc—☆

THE LITTLE THINGS ARE WHEN you arrive home, exhausted and tired expecting to met with an empty and bleak living room. but, instead, are greeted with the scent of fresh, sweet roses and the gentle, albeit scratchy hum of an old record player. flickering candles decorate the apartment, and in the middle of it all stands your prince charming. clad in his dress clothes from the office, tie loosely hung from his collar and black dress sleeves rolled up to the elbow with sleep deprived bags under his eyes to compliment the look, you've never seen a man more handsome. and just as a prince does, his hand stretches forwards and with your acceptance he sweeps you off your feet for a night of dancing in your cleared out living room to old, romantic songs in tandem to the sound of your synchronized heartbeats.

kaeya—☆

THE LITTLE THINGS ARE WHEN your mind scrambles for purchase amidst draining thought after thought while you toss and turn in bed, and your stomach growls at an impossible time of night. it's almost as though kaeya has a sixth sense or something, because just minutes later there are stones hitting against the glass of your bedroom window, and lo and behold on your front lawn stands kaeya with two takeout bags in his hands and that all too familiar boyish smile on your face. he'll lead you by the hand, sneakily and quietly as if you were stalking amidst forbidden shadows of the night, up to the roof, where constricting ceilings fall away and above you lay a blanket of stars. the jagged roof tiles dig incessantly into your skin, but his cheesy stories and antics of stealing bits of your food are enough to soften and ease the many thoughts that had poked at your mind. his shoulder is warm, warmer is his smile and warmest are his lips against yours.

albedo—☆

THE LITTLE THINGS ARE WHEN the weight of school trembles heavily against your back, but he's there to soothe you. "allow me, love," he says, and scooches in beside you to read over your course material. his voice sounds of the sweetest symphonies, even when he's recounting the most boring of equations and facts to you in simple and precise manners. he's always managed to make things easier for you. under the illumination of your desk lamp and the faded stars from outside your window, he appears to shine so bright. brighter than the most luminous of stars, a beacon in your darkest times. but your thoughts remain snug in your head, which manages to loll onto his shoulder as your eyes shut and your consciousness drifts off to the comforting lilt of his voice. he looks down at you with a fond smile on his face, and presses a kiss to your forehead before shutting the textbook and switching off your desk lamp.

childe—☆

THE LITTLE THINGS ARE WHEN his hands snake so suavely and sneakily around your arms and maneuver your flour-covered hands because he's just "showing you how to stir the bowl properly" and not trying to fluster you, apparently. your kitchen is nothing short of a mess from an earlier flour fight, empty bowls once filled with cake batter, there's smidges of cake frosting on his cheek and a fragrant sweetness of sugar in the air. you let him lick the spatula—"just this once," you say, but you know you'll let him do it again. his arms wind tightly around your waist, frosting smidged cheek nestled tight into the crook of your neck and you give in to his sways and gentle hums of childhood lullabies against your neck and the soft tune of his spotify playlist in the background. he kisses you and it tastes impossible sweet, and you're sure it's because of how sweet he is rather than the frosting he had devoured earlier.

zhongli—☆

THE LITTLE THINGS ARE WHEN dawn breaks through the threshold beyond the horizon and glimmers of golden light pour onto your entanglement of limbs. you're snug, body secure in his arms and face comfortably nestled in the crook of his neck, safe and shielded against the outstretched arms of the waking world. "just one more minute," you mumble, but it's too late to slip back under and you peel your eyelids open to be met with glimmering pools of golden eyes that peer ever so lovingly back at you. there's a faint flicker of amusement in his eyes as his warmth leaves you vulnerable and bare in your shared bed, where you end up trotting after him out of bed. he's already prepared two steaming cups of tea by the time you've freshened up and stumble into the kitchen. his phone comes alive with hinderances of board meetings and closing deals, and the sounds of car horns scream up from the streets outside, and yet he takes his place beside you at the kitchen counter and raises his cup in greetings, to a morning with you by his side.

xiao—☆

THE LITTLE THINGS ARE WHEN you beg him to teach you the ways of navigating your most dreaded enemy: the skateboard. his hands would be firm in your own as you tremble on baby deer legs on his board, wobbling to and fro like a spinning top. he's patient, ever so calm with a slight hint of annoyance whenever you do make a teasing remark at how gentle his teachings are. under faded, dim streetlights with the scent of burnt concrete and adrenaline in the air, his hands would find their way around your hips and propel you forwards as you squawk and scream for purchase and security on his body. admittedly, he much rather prefers when your back is pressed tight against his chest and your feet are planted on the harsh black of the board, while he propels it forwards and keeps his arms wound tight around your waist. as a treat for your hard work, bubble tea is your reward, and your cup is emptied in the dead of night in an empty parking lot, sitting on an empty curb. your feet and his feet rest upon the board, rocking it back and forth and your head lolls on his shoulder with his secure arm around your waist.

kazuha—☆

THE LITTLE THINGS ARE WHEN all is quiet and tranquil save for the gentle rustle of parchment and paper gliding against once another like gentle waves. light streams in through the translucent blinds attached to the high ceiling and allow in a pleasant breeze from beyond the glass panes. shoulder to shoulder, a book in each of your laps, phones long discarded save for yours, ignorant to the incessant whining of cars and chatter outside. his hand is akin to a gentle, blazing fire as it rests within your own, brilliant vermillion eyes trained on the text in front of him with his free hand skimming over the various faded words in the leather bound book. a lone earbud rests within the cavity of his ear, and you share the matching piece, where gentle melodies and soothing voices coax you into a state of tranquility. he squeezes your hand when the song ends, and you return your focus back to the book in your lap with an equally gentle squeeze right back and a loving smile on your face.

scaramouche—☆

THE LITTLE THINGS ARE WHEN you clamber into his home office and ask him for just a moment's reprieve from his work. "can't, busy," he replies, but you're stubborn—if not more stubborn than him, and soon he finds himself being dragged away from the endless cycle that was his work and nudged down onto the living room couch. he mumbled strings of profanities and grumbles of objection, but you're apparently having none of it. with every sour word that comes out, a loving kiss is instead pressed to his temple, then nose, cheek, eyelid, and, of course, lips. he's gone stiff on the couch, unsure of what schemes you've come up with as you rummage through a nearby bin of items. a pair of headphones and his preferred controller were tossed his way, along with your blindingly beautiful smile. the tv screen before him lights up, and your weight flops down beside him, donning your own pair of headphones and controller. "the reports can wait," he thinks, first he has to demolish you in a game of your choosing.

dainsleif—☆

THE LITTLE THINGS ARE WHEN you catch him tenderly caring for the gentle roses and carnations growing in his backyard. each flower was tended with love under dainsleif's watchful eye. many would think it was quite amusing: dainsleif, no doubt a giant of a man, finding solace in such a fragile pastime. you, however, know how much of a gentle teddy bear he is beneath his hardened exterior. you come up beside him and whisper in hushed voices as if the blooming flowers could overhear your conversations. there's an affectionate douse of tranquility in every one of his precise movements, ridding his flower beds of weeds and carefully inseminating the earth with fresh plants from your recent trip to the hardware store. he picks his most beautiful flower: a luscious, wine red rose that drips with the sweetest aroma, and tucks it behind your ear once its thorns had been clipped off. he smells of fairy forests and daydreams, and his lips taste of magic when you dive in to feel all of him, with his flower nestled securely behind your ear.

thoma—☆

THE LITTLE THINGS ARE WHEN the seasons have shifted and spring cleaning has come around. dusty boxes and old trinkets covered in a thick coating of dust lie around your house, brooms and pans and a lone vacuum sit tight against a nearby wall. no cleaning has been done, which would usually leave thoma in an antsy mood. but he's never felt such peace, allowing you into his lap while he sits cross legged on the floor and leans against a nearby wall of your apartment. in your lap is an old photo album containing the many memories that even thoma could still recall in vivid detail. a photo of you holding up your pet dog, taroumarou, on the day he was adopted. a photo of him striking a silly pose next to an equally silly advertisement you'd found while taking a midnight walk. a photo of you and him during a trip up north, where all you saw for miles were blankets of stars. "the cleaning can wait," he mumbles with a faint, nostalgic smile, and picks up the next of many, many albums and allows you to turn the first page.

date published: october 29th, 2021

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #diluc x reader #kaeya x reader #albedo x reader #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #zhongli x reader #xiao x reader #kazuha x reader #kaedehara kazuha x reader #scaramouche x reader #dainsleif x reader #thoma x reader #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact scenarios #genshin x reader #diluc ragnvindr x reader #diluc #diluc ragnvindr #kaeya alberich x reader #kaeya alberich #albedo #childe #tartaglia #zhongli #xiao #kazuha #scaramouche #dainsleif

[that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main]

Gorou Crushing on you Headcannons

Note: Gorou- Come home like Albedo did

Here's the Dump ◇◇ Genshin Masterlist

What a cutie

Tail wags everytime he sees you, and he tries to hide it

"Is your tail wagging?" "WHAT!? NO- I HATE YOU! HAVE A GOOD DAY!"

You think its absolutely adorable

He doesnt actually hate you, he's deeply in love with you

He wants all the headpats

Please please please PLEASE give him all the headpats

Dreams about you either they be day dreams or regular dreams

Often brings you small gifts, like perals he found on his patrols or flowers

He's not the only one trying to grab your affection

Lot of people both men and women see you as exotic since you're a vision user from Mondstat

Often sees large gifts in your office, you dont care for them much but they still intimate him just a bit

Always are happy to receive his gifts

When he got you the first set of perals on his journey you regifted them back to him no less in the form of handmade jewerly and ortiments for his armour

He honestly thought it was such a sweet gesture and almost cried

Introducing him to your mondstat buddies

"Oh this is Razor! Razor this is Gorou say Hi!"

Growling

"Boy what-"

Would become super jealous of Razor

Would become super jealous of anyone tbh, but keeps it hidden, and secretly pouts

Didn't know you were Diluc's and Kaeya's sibling so when he seen them bother you he went angry

Drabble:

"You! You can't treat Y/n like that!" Gorou shouted marching up to the two who were poking fun at you, Kaeya with a strand of your hair in his hand, trying to convince you to dye it dark blue, like his hair.

"And who are you?' Kaeya spoke with a smirk.

"I am General and second in command of the Watatsumi Army!" Gorou demanded, "Now I suggest you stop picking on Y/n or else!"

Kaeya covered his mouth, trying to hold in a laugh, Diluc soon followed.

"This! This isnt funny!" Gorou shouted, "You are not only disrespecting but also disturbing one of the most important people in the-"

The two finally burstes out laughing, angering Gorou even more. Y/n sighed, handing the paper work over to Gorou he grabbed it- more of snatched it- in anger, still shouting at the two.

"Okay that's enough." Y/n spoke.

The two cried in pain, Y/n pulling on there ears painfully.

"Ow! Ow! Okay! Okay!" Kaeya complained.

"Sorry! Sorry!" Diluc protested.

Y/n dropped there ears, they rubbing them painfully.

"General. Meet my brothers."

"...brothers...?"

"Yep."

"As in...family?"

"Mhmm why?"

He think his chances with you are really screwed now

He apologizes to both them and you profoundly

You tell him no big deal

Was super close to asking you out till someone waddled your way and asked for help

You went to help

F to Gorou

Everytime he tried to ask you out someone always got inbetween

But when he finally got the time alone with you he was to nervous to ask

Thoma ended up walkin up and asking you out infront of him to hot pot

Mans HEARTBROKEN

AND YOU SAID YES

"What did you wanna ask Gorou? You seemed pretty worried about it." "Ah! Nothing nothing! Have fun at dinner!"

Turns out you and Thoma just went as friends

Yeah you and Thoma are hotpot buddies

"I know you're with Thoma but I really like you and wanted to tell you because I really really like you!" "What? Me and Thoma? Oh you mean my hotpot buddy?" "What-"

Litterally dies

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #genshin gorou #genshin impact gorou #gorougenshinimpact #gorou imagines #gorou headcanons #gorou genshin impact #genshin impact headcanons #headcannons #gi headcanons

[minty-fanfic-corner]

I just got the covid vaccine today and I'm here to ask ( If I may ) For Modern! Genshin boys when their S/O is scared of needles. I thought it would be a bit funny

( Please have a nice Day and/or Night)

Hello!

Ask and you shall receive!

Also, I'm proud of you for getting your vaccine! I'm terrified of needles so that was kinda funny to write hehe

Warning: Mention of needles, but nothing graphic!

Characters: Diluc, Childe, Kaeya, Zhongli, Thoma & Kazuha

A/N: Tried to make it genderneutral as always! Don't hesitate to tell me if there's any big mistakes!

Diluc

You were sitting on the tiny plastic chair and your heart was pounding in your chest. Even if you knew that vaccines were good, you couldn’t help but be terrified of needles. The simple idea of one poking your arm was just… Horrible let’s say it. You were bouncing your legs to shake your stress away, without much success. Suddenly, you felt someone taking your hand and squeezed it lightly.

You opened your eyes to see your red-haired boyfriend, Diluc, holding your hand. He was stroking the back of your hand gently with his thumb, a reassuring smile on your face.

“You’re okay love, I promise. I’m here.”

Childe

You woke up, laying down on one of those small and low emergency beds. Your vision was still blurry, and you were confused. As you started to remember, your boyfriend’s face suddenly appeared in your vision, and he exclaimed: “(Y/N)! You’re awake!”

Childe was all smile, and it was evident that he was relieved to see you awake.

“Do you need anything? Do you want me to go grab you something to drink? Maybe some juice to help you recover or-“

“Sir! Please give them some space to breath!”

You turned your head to the side to see a nurse scolding him. You laughed a bit at the sight.

“I wouldn’t say no to some fruit juice…”

Kaeya

You both were sitting in the car after you got your shot. You were moving your arm in small circular motions to ease the future pain, grimacing a little as your arm still felt stiff. Kaeya laughed a little as he saw you make this silly face.

“Come on love, the worst is behind you now.” He stated as he started driving.

“I know, but my arm still hurts…” you pouted.

Kaeya only answered you with a “hm” before getting on the road. He didn’t say anything else, and he looked like he was thinking about something else. As you were still focused on your arm, you didn’t notice that Kaeya wasn’t driving you home. You only noticed that he drove to an ice cream bar when he parked the car there.

“Huh… Kaeya? This isn’t our house…”

“I know love. But I also know that you’re terrified of needles, so let’s celebrate you overcoming your fear, ok?”

Zhongli

“Zhongli, I can open the door by myself…!”

“(Y/N), you almost fainted back there, let me help you, please.”

You had just came back from the medical clinic with Zhongli, and him being his overprotective self was doing everything for you. And by everything, I really mean EVERYTHING. Opening the car door? He would do it for you. Brushing your hair? He would do it for you. Pouring yourself a glass of juice? He would do it for you.

Now, the two of you were just sitting on the couch and he wrapped you in your favourite blanket. You wiggled a bit to scratch your head, but you were immediately stopped by your boyfriend:

“Do you need anything? Can I do something?” “No, I just need to scratch my hea-“

“Oh, I can do it for you love.”

You giggled to yourself, knowing it would be impossible to change his mind. Still, you didn’t mind the attention he was giving you.

Thoma

You opened your eyes slightly as you felt something cold touching your forehead. Thoma noticed it and he spoke in a hushed voice.

“How are you feeling (Y/N)?”

You groaned and closed your eyes again for a second before you answered:

“As if I was beaten up by a baseball bat.”

You heard your boyfriend chuckling as he moved some hair out of your face. He then put the wet towel away too before helping you to sit up in your bed.

“I know it’s not easy… Between fighting your fear of needles and now the side effects… But hey, you’re luck! You’ve got me to take care of you!” he claimed.

You couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle as he stated this.

“Maybe I should get sick more often then.”

Kazuha

As the medical clinic only allowed one person at the time, you had to go alone. And that meant… Having to face the needles alone. It took longer than expected, due to your fear of needles, but you were proud of yourself for beating your fear. Kazuha didn’t think the same way you did, though. He actually wanted to celebrate this with you.

So, as you pushed opened your appartement door, you were greeted by a stuffed teddy bear, just waiting in the entry.

“Kazuha?” you called as you picked the bear.

Soon enough, he came out of the kitchen holding two cups.

“Kazuha, you didn’t have to do all this for me…” you said with a small smile on your face. You truly felt bad that he troubled himself to do all of this for you.

“I don’t mind at all (Y/N). I thought you would know this. I wanted to do this for you. I’m proud of you, you know?”

#genshin #genshin impact #diluc ragnvindr #childe genshin impact #tartaglia #kaeya alberich #genshin zhongli #thoma genshin #kaedehara kazuha #kaeya genshin x reader #genshin fluff #genshin headcanons #diluc x reader #childe x reader #kaeya x y/n #thoma x reader #kazuha x reader #gender neutral reader #genshin x you

[onceuponaoneshotfanfic]

Here Comes the Sun

Neville serenades his beloved plants- and the reader.

Neville x Reader

876 words

Author's Note: I've been listening to a LOT of Beatles music lately and this seemed like a cute idea! Enjoy!

“Have you guys seen Neville anywhere?” You bit your lip as you waited for the Gryffindors in front of you to answer. Unfortunately, they all shook their heads.

“Sorry, Y/N,” Dean Thomas replied with a shrug. “He didn’t sit with us at dinner tonight.”

You frowned. “Oh. We were supposed to meet to work on my herbology paper.”

The boys exchanged a knowing look.

“Try the greenhouses,” Seamus Finnigan suggested.

You nodded. “Right. Right, the greenhouses.” Your face lit up a little. “Thanks guys!”

The Gryffindor boys waved and hollered their goodbyes as you dashed out of the library.

When you arrived at the greenhouses, you were initially disappointed to find how dark they were. Just before you turned to head back to the castle and admit defeat, you heard something strange. You followed the sound to the farthest greenhouse, where you noticed a soft orange light.

You quietly tiptoed to the greenhouse door and nudged it open, grateful that it was one of the few that didn’t squeak. As you poked your head in, you realized that someone was playing guitar. Silently, you stepped inside and closed the door behind you. The words wafted over to you:

Little darling, it's been a long cold lonely winter

Little darling, it seems like years since it's been here

Here comes the sun do, do, do

Here comes the sun

And I say it's all right

Oh. Your eyes widened as you realized the voice was Neville Longbottom. He sat on a stool in front of a row of plants, strumming at the guitar in his hands. His voice wasn’t perfect, but it was gentle and gave you a warm feeling in your chest. The color in your cheeks darkened. You felt yourself looking at Neville in a completely new light.

Feeling like you were intruding on a private moment that would probably embarrass Neville to the ends of the earth if he knew anyone was watching, you took a step back, intending to sneak out and wait for Neville in the library, like you’d originally planned. However, your elbow hit an empty pot and-

Crash!

The guitar and singing stopped immediately.

“Y/N?!” Neville blurted out, standing up and attempting to hide the guitar behind his back. “W-What are you doing here?” His face was bright red.

You awkwardly took a couple steps forward. “Sorry. I… um… well you didn’t show up at the library, so I kind of…” You shrugged. “I went looking for you,” you finished quietly, playing with your hands.

Neville smacked his forehead with his free hand. “The library. Merlin, Y/N, I’m sorry ‘bout that. I got sidetracked…” He gestured to the plants behind him. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s fine!” you assured him. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” You eyed the guitar behind him. “So… what were you doing anyway?”

The blush returned to Neville’s face with a vengeance. “I was, um, well…” He chuckled awkwardly. “I was singing to my plants,” he admitted with an embarrassed chuckle. “I read in a Muggle gardening magazine that it can help them grow, so I thought I’d give it a try.” He looked up at me, insecurity playing in his eyes. “Pretty silly, right?”

You felt your heart melt at Neville’s eyes begged you not to judge him. “That is so sweet!” you gushed with more enthusiasm than you intended. But your excitement paid off; a grin spread across Neville’s round face.

You pulled up a stool next to his. “Y-you should finish your song,” you encouraged Neville, gesturing for him to return to his seat. “I think your plants would be disappointed if you didn’t.”

Neville chuckled and sat beside you. “Okay. But promise you won’t laugh?” You nodded earnestly; you knew you’d never laugh at this. He cleared his throat and lifted the guitar back into position. He began strumming the tune you had interrupted. Glancing at you, he took a deep breath. He turned his attention back to the plants and began to sing:

Here comes the sun do, do, do

Here comes the sun

And I say it's all right

You closed your eyes and listened. Neville’s sweet voice filled your ears and warmed your heart. When you opened your eyes, Neville was facing you, a small smile playing on his lips.

Little darling, I feel that ice is slowly melting

Little darling, it seems like years since it's been clear

Here comes the sun do, do, do

Here comes the sun

And I say it's all right

Here comes the sun do, do, do

Here comes the sun

And I say it's all right

Neville strummed the guitar for another moment, then set it down. He turned to you, his hands fidgeting on his lap. “How was that?” he asked nervously.

“I loved it,” you murmured, leaning in close. “Really Neville.”

A smile spread across his face as relief flooded his eyes. “Thanks, Y/N.” He paused a moment, thinking. “Y-you know, if you want, you could come back tomorrow.” He looked up at you shyly. “We could even sing a duet if you want.”

You reached out and grabbed one of his fidgeting hands, giving it a small squeeze. “A duet,” you repeated. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

#neville x reader #neville longbottom fluff #neville longbottom oneshot #neville longbottom x reader #harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #neville longbottom fanfiction

[huggybug]

Can you do something Luke Hughes for dilf day

happy dilf day!

You grunted as you lugged the stroller off of the plane as you tried to balance your bag and baby in your other arm. The flight to Minneapolis felt longer than it actually was and you knew Jackson was happy to be back at a normal altitude. He wasn’t too fussy on the plane, as calm as a one year old could be.

“We’re going to surprise Daddy, bud” You mumbled as you dug through your bag as best you could while still holding him. After your first attempt, you gave up and stood him up beside you as you got everything situated.

“Dada?” He asked in response, looking around for Luke.

“Yeah come on babe, we’ve gotta go” You originally planned this trip with Jim and Ellen but something came up and they couldn’t make it, instead watching the championship game at home in Michigan but your ticket was non-refundable and you had already arranged your schedule around the trip so you managed alone.

Only a couple of the guys knew you were coming. You had to tell them so that they could get you a pass for the game so Nick was there waiting for you at the door when you arrived.

“Hey Y/n, how was the flight?” Nick asked as he pulled you in for a hug. “Hey buddy!” He waved at Jackson who was all smiles.

“Good, felt long though” You chuckled as Nick guided you through the arena and down to the locker rooms. “Are you sure it’s okay I come down here before the game?” You didn’t want to distract any of the boys or throw them off before a game this important.

“Oh yeah Jacky’s our good luck charm, the guys will be fine” You nod as Nick leaves you in the hall, ducking in to check that everyone was decent before coming to let you in. “Alright boys we’ve got a surprise visitor!” You stepped out from behind the door and Jackson jumped when the room erupted in cheers. Luke practically sprinted over to you, almost taking you down in a hug.

“I thought you weren’t coming” He mumbled into your ear.

“I wanted to surprise you” You said back before moving away so Jackson could see his dad. He immediately reached out for Luke and he took his son quickly, always excited when he reached for him.

“Hey buddy, you ready to cheer for us?” Luke poked his stomach which made him giggle like crazy.

“Dada!” His words were few and far in between but Luke didn’t care as he knew ‘Mama’ and ‘Dada’ and that was enough for now.

“Oh let me see the little monster” Thomas came up behind Luke and gently wrestled Jackson out of his arms as Brendan came up to give you a hug.

“Thank you for coming, means a lot to Luke… and all of us” With the finals being away, you knew there wouldn’t be many Michigan fans in the building so every person counted.

“Of course Bren” You smile at him, squeezing his arm before Luke pulled you away again. Looking around, you watch as your baby is passed between the members of the team. The ones who know him a bit better like Dylan, Mark, and Eddy spending a little more time with him than others but everyone got their turn in.

“Thank you for being here and with Jackson especially, I know it wasn’t easy to do alone” You shook your head, hugging your boyfriend tightly.

“Doesn’t matter, as long as I’m here for you, I don’t care how far I have to go” You kiss him quickly before running over to Matty to grab Jackson so that the boys can get back to their pregame routine.

bonus:

They won. They actually did it! You had to wait for the crowds and initial ceremony to end before you even tried to make your way down to the ice. Luckily, Luke’s coach was a big fan of your son so he let you come down to the bench after the game, sending one of the team helpers up to retrieve you from your seat. When you got out to the ice, Jackson was clutching tightly to your chest, somehow still wide awake after the long day but he did nap during most of the game which explained a lot.

Luke skated over when he saw you, removing himself from the guys. He leaned over the boards to kiss you and then bent down to kiss Jackson who giggled and clapped in pure happiness.

“Can I take him for a minute?” Luke asked, eyes wild and he was sweaty which really was what led you to Jackson.

“He’s your kid babe” You smiled as you handed your son over to Luke and then laughed as he skated him over to the boys who were still going crazy. Now, with the trophy and Jackson raised high in the air, the celebrations truly commenced.

Luke had him for a few minutes before he brought him back to you, the boys were all leaving the ice and you took Jackson down the hall to kill some time before Luke was ready. They were headed back to Michigan tonight but your flight wasn’t for a couple hours after theirs so you weren’t in any rush.

“Wanna bring him in for pictures?” Luke poked his head out of the dressing room where you didn’t hear as much commotion as compared to before. You nodded, carrying your son who was once again full of energy into the room where the boys were suddenly swarming. Briss grabbed him for a picture with Matty and Bords before handing him off to the freshman who took a group photo. Then, Luke had you take a photo with just him, Jackson, and the trophy which you totally sent to Ellen as soon as possible! Then, Owen snagged your baby from Luke to get a picture with Kent. Safe to say, Jackson was in probably up to 100 photos and by the time he got back to Brendan, he was grumpy. His bottom lip stuck out and Briss knew what that meant, he rushed across the dressing room and plopped Jackson back in Luke’s arms.

“All yours bro” Brendan ran off, leaving you and Luke with your grumpy baby. Luke was able to calm him down shockingly fast, another one of his talents and then you took him so Luke could finish getting ready to go.

“Okay, I’ll see you at home?” You ask, shifting the carrier that now held you sleeping baby, in your arms.

“Yeah, thank you again for today” You shook your head, playing it off since it was no big deal. You gave Luke a final congratulatory kiss and hug before bidding the rest of the boys goodbye.

You got to the airport and sat around with Jackson, hoping it was quiet enough that he’d stay asleep for as long as possible. Having plenty of time to kill, you started going through the photos from tonight, sending the good ones off to Luke and his parents.

#happy dilf day! #luke hughes x reader #luke hughes imagine #dad au #umich wolverines #hockey writing #hockey fic #nhl fanfiction #nhl players

[amitlee]

Hi! I saw your request where open. And I’ve been having sever brain rot. What about a Ler! Karlnapity and Lee! Tommy fic? If not that is absolutely ok. Your writing it awesome!

Reassurance

Warnings: Panic attacks, tickling.

Summary: Tommy has a panic attack and Sapnap finds him. He brings him over to his shared house to ensure he’s alright.

Just a fair warning, I didn’t proof read this.

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The weather outside was beautiful. The sky was clear with the occasional cloud, the cool temperature of fall wrapped around Tommy as he sat on the grass. Which would’ve been nice on a normal day, but this was not a normal day. There was nothing special about today itself, just an off day for Tommy.

For him, the sky was mocking him, the sun causing him to need to shield his eyes. The weather was just cold enough to cause chills to run through his system. The leaves crunching beneath every foot step taunted him, telling him the sad story of a boy and a beach.

Tommy felt his throat tighten as tears stung his eyes. The familiar feeling of not being able to catch his breath caught up to him and before he knew it, he was seated on the ground, rocking himself back and forth.

His thoughts swirled into a hideous symphony of untrustful men. Dream, Techno, Wilbur, even his own father. He was betrayed by them all. He had no one to call his family, practically orphaned for his own safety.

He held these people in his thoughts as he sobbed and gasped for air. He knew he should’ve known better than to come out on a day like this. He was always prone to overstimulation and had never learned how to deal with such intense feelings.

His nails dug into the palm of his hand from where he had them in fists. He hit the ground, suddenly overcome with anger, only to hit a pinecone and feel pain shoot through his hand.

He broke down even more, of course that pinecone had to be placed right where he chose to sit. What kind of idiot doesn’t realize what’s around them? How could he have been so foolish as to physically lash out in his anger fueled haze? He screamed, completely overwhelmed. And, that’s when a light appeared at the end of the narrow tunnel.

“Hello?” An unknown voice called out from somewhere in the woods.

Tommy’s head shot up, “H-Hello.” He called back to them. His voice was quieter than he anticipated and rough from the past few minutes.

He heard the crunching of leaves getting closer to him and couldn’t help but feel hopeful that it may be someone who would love him. At least for a little while.

“Oh my god.”

Tommy turned his head to see who’d spoken. The figure of Sapnap stood in the vision. The man looked slightly frightened.

“Sapnap,” Tommy cried as he pushed himself up to his knees. Sapnap met him half way, taking the boy in his arms as his body, once again, was wracked with cries.

Sapnap held Tommy tightly in his arms. If he had it his way, he’d never let go of the broken image in front of him. “Shh, shh. It’s alright, Tommy. It’s all going to be okay.” He tried to calm the boy. He gently rubbed his back, hoping to help ground him.

“I’m so sorry,” Tommy stuttered out, feeling guilty for taking Sapnap’s time.

Sapnap shook his head, “Don’t be sorry. Please let me help you.” He tightened his embrace around Tommy as if scared he’d disappear.

Together, they went through calming exercises such as counting and knowing your surroundings. Once Tommy had calmed down, he was absolutely exhausted. Him and Sapnap sat on the forest floor and Tommy laid down to set his head in Sapnap’s lap.

Sapnap carded a hand through Tommy’s hair as he leaned back on a nearby tree. “I’m proud of you, Tommy. That was a hard thing to go through and you got through it.” He said genuinely.

Tommy wiped at his eyes, but weakly smiled nonetheless. “Thank you.” He sniffled, “Everything just got up to me, I guess. It’s so loud and it’s cold, and it’s too bright sometimes, and no one will stay with me.” He rambled on, feeling his breath puck back up.

Sapnap set a hand on Tommy’s shoulder, squeezing it. “I understand, things can pile up. But you have to talk to someone, Tommy, and I’d be glad to be that person.”

A pink hue dusted Tommy’s cheeks at the kind words. “Yeah. That’s good with me, or whatever.” He cleared his throat, looking away from his friend.

Tommy heard Sapnap laugh and felt a hand ruffle his hair.

“Alright.” Sapnap clapped his hands, “We’ve got to get you home, you’re absolutely freezing.”

Sapnap felt his heart tug at the scared look on Tommy’s face. “You can stay with us for a bit, we don’t mind.” He patted Tommy’s shoulder and guided him to stand.

The pair walked to Sapnap, Karl, and Quackity’s shared home. They exchanged small talk about various topics on the short walk. In no time, they’d made the journey.

Tommy was nervous. He didn’t know how Quackity and Karl would feel about him intruding in on their private time like this. He was prepared to be turned away to his own house as Sapnap opened the door.

“I’m home! And we have company!” Sapnap shouted to his fiancés. He gave Tommy a reassuring smile.

Karl was the first to greet them, running down the stairs and into Sapnap’s arms. “Sap! How was the trip?” He broke from their embrace and laid his eyes on Tommy.

“Tommy!” Quackity exclaimed, walking into the room with open arms. He took Tommy into a hug, squeezing him quickly before letting go.

“I didn’t see you there, Tom.” Karl said, also giving the boy a quick hug. “What brings you here?”

Tommy looked to Sapnap, who took the hint and answered for him. “Tommy is going to stay with us for a little. I’d feel better having him here with us, if that’s alright with you two of course.”

Quackity’s eyes lit up, “Of course! Thomas, a man after my own heart! Let me show you around.” He swung an arm around Tommy and proceeded to show him around the house. Luckily, the trio had a guest bedroom that was always ready to be used for times like these. Surprisingly, Tommy wasn’t the first person to come to their house under similar circumstances. All three of the men knew what was up, even if two of them were a little confused.

Karl and Sapnap stood by the door, Sapnap waited until Tommy was well out of earshot to explain to Karl what had happened. Karl was very sympathetic, completely understanding and vowing to cheer the boy up as much as he could.

Quackity was later filled in after dinner on the entire situation. All four had eaten together, Karl and Tommy left the other two to do the washing up. Quackity’s reaction was similar to Karl’s, very understanding. He promised to make Tommy feel as comfortable as possible.

Later that night, the four were watching a movie in the trio’s two king sized mattresses that had been pushed together. The bed had plenty of room for the four of them to fit comfortably. Sapnap was beside Tommy, who was beside Karl, who was beside Quackity. Sapnap had made the joke that it was a Tommy and Karl sandwich as he took his spot.

Tommy had been purposely placed beside Karl because he was the touchiest of the group, and therefore would provide the most comfort to the teen.

The atmosphere was calm as the movie played. Everyone was engrossed, well, almost everyone. Karl had gotten bored and decided to cause some light mischief.

He used his hand that had been around Quackity to move closer to the man’s sides. He stayed still for a moment to avoid suspicion before poking once at the skin.

Quackity flinched, looking at Karl, who had turned his attention back to the TV. Quackity leaned further into his fiancé and did the same.

After a moment, Karl moved so his hand was in the same position on Tommy’s side. He poked the boy’s side just how he’d done with Quackity.

Tommy flinched with a quiet squeak, quickly covering his mouth and looking at Karl. Karl had a fond smile on his face, even as he turned back to the movie. The reaction was undoubtedly adorable.

Karl didn’t wait very long to pinch once at both of their sides. Tommy yelped, curling slightly. Quackity batted at Karl’s hand, a giggle seeping out.

“Kaharl,” Quackity said, “You’re being mean,” He whined.

Karl gasped. “Mean. Mean? This would be being mean.” He skittered his hand across Quackity’s belly, paying close attention to the spots that made him squeal.

“KAHAHaharl! My lohohove, plehehease!”

Karl awed but shook his head. “I’m just demonstrating.”

Tommy was flustered to say the least. Seeing someone get tickled to pieces right beside him was not something he was expecting. He yelped as Karl’s hand started to move to his belly as well.

“Don’t worry, Tommy. I didn’t forget about you.” Karl said, digging gently into the flesh.

Tommy quickly dissolved into giggles. The spot and method being quite pleasant. He melted into the touch, not making much of a move to get away.

Sapnap cooed at Tommy’s obvious compliance. “Look at you! All giggly and sweet.”

Tommy shook his head, “ ‘M nohohot gihihiggly!” He covered his face to try and conceal the light pink that dusted his cheeks.

“I dohohon’t knohow, Toms. Yohohou seem gihihiggly tohoho mehehe.” Quackity teased between his own laughter.

Sapnap scoffed, reaching over the squeeze Quackity’s side, “You’re one to talk.”

Now that Sapnap was leaning over Tommy, his entire torso was left vulnerable to the boy, which Sapnap didn’t take note of until he felt nimble fingers prodding at his ribs. He yelled, almost collapsing, and resigned himself to laughter. Tommy had unknowingly stumbled upon one of his death spots.

“TOHOHOMMEHEHE, NOHOHO-“

Tommy had gained confidence, now wiggling his fingers between the bones.

This came to a halt when he felt a squeeze to his knee. He gasped through his giggles. “NOHOho! Nohohot there!”

Sapnap chuckled. “Why, does it tickle?” He moved himself away from Tommy’s reach and began to quickly squeeze the muscle right above his knee.

Tommy convulsed, the sensations much stronger than the ones on his stomach. He tried to lean up, only to be blocked by Karl’s arm wrapping around him.

“I think you deserve this after the stunt you just pulled, mister.”

“I DOHOHON’T! IHIHI DOHOHON’T!” Tommy’s childlike laughter burst into the room, bouncing and filled with squeals. He brought his knees up to his chest. A squeal tore through his throat when Sapnap squeezed his hips, causing him to curl onto his side. “Plehehease, not my knehehees,” He covered his face after the plea, thoroughly flustered.

Sapnap nodded, removing his hands. “We’ll spare you, this time.” He teased.

Karl had stilled his hands on both Quackity and Tommy once the shriek had flooded the room. Leaving Quackity to recover enough to be able to reach across Karl and scratch lightly at Tommy’s neck, making the younger scrunch up with more giggles.

“I won’t!” Quackity said jokingly, his free hand going to skitter across Tommy’s lower back.

“Quackithehehe!” Whihi- NOHOHOT THEHEHERE Q PLEHEHEAHAHA-'' Tommy was lost to laughter once Quackity had drilled his fingers directly in the middle of his back. The tingles erupting and spreading up his spine.

“Awww, little Tom Tom has a ticklish back? How cute.” Karl teased.

Tommy arched his back, sticking his stomach out to be perfect for Sapnap’s hand to vibrate onto. With the tickling on both sides, his laughter went silent and he tapped Karl’s arm, signaling he was done. Karl signaled for the two to stop and cradled the boy in his arms. Sapnap and Quackity rubbed the ghost tickles off Tommy.

Tommy turned around, giggling into Karl’s chest and wrapping his arms around the man. “Thahahank yohou.”

Karl hugged him tighter, “You’re very welcome, Tommy.”

“You can come to us anytime.” Quackity explained, saying that even if they were busy, they’d all have time for him.

Before Tommy fell asleep, he caught Sapnap’s eye. Mouthing a thank you and getting a wink in return along with a kind smile.

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Sorry I didn’t proof read, I wrote this all today and I’m too tired to do it. But I wanted to get it out and I really enjoyed writing it. Thank you so much for the prompt and I hope you enjoyed 💕

#mcyt tickle #mcyt tickle fic #tickle fic #ticklecommunity #lee!tommy #lee!tommyinnit #Ler!sapnap #Ler!karl #Ler!karljacobs #Ler!quackity #Ler!karlnapity #dsmpticklefic #dsmp tickle fic

[lumosinlove]

Vaincre

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Part ii: August

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For the hope of it all

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The river was crowded, but the pier was their own.

Happy Birthday Harzy, was spelled out in big balloon letters, turning in the summer breeze, backwards and bumping.

Logan stood at the waterfront and looked at Leo’s—as it was mostly Leo’s—handiwork. Lobster rolls and soft-shell crab buffet, corn bread and iced tea. Chilled white and orange wines. Summer dresses fluttered and crossed each other as people talked, making new patterns, and Logan let himself settle into the laughter. He had a bad habit of taking peace and worrying it away. He didn’t want to do that today. He wanted to watch Finn enjoy himself, his team, his family. Logan had spent every one of Finn’s birthdays with their Harvard team, and then there had been that one, horribly absent year when Finn had been in Gryffindor and he hadn’t—not yet. He wanted to watch the way Leo put his long arms around his friends, in the same way his mother did, warm and strong. Logan wanted to watch without feeling that sharp tug of worry. He couldn’t have even said what he was worrying about. It was vague.

He’d done a lot of watching this summer. He loved it to the point of never wanting to do anything else. Finn and Leo were alike to each other in more ways than Logan would ever be. Whatever rapid-fire conversation they were in the middle of would often quickly leave Logan behind, but Logan didn’t care as long as he got them stumbling and laughing over each other to try and explain it to him—a book, a TV show, some sort of video game. He knew they liked telling him about it, and Logan loved watching them love things—including himself. Logan had never thought of himself as acting as a grounding point before. That had always been Finn or Leo. He always felt too wild in his own head, unsure, reserved. Vague. But Leo had said it to him this summer.

“When me and Finn lived together, we stayed up so late just talking,” Leo had said one early morning on the beach when they had left Finn sleeping. Logan wouldn’t be quick to forget the feeling of just being able to hold Leo’s hand for so long, in such an open space.

Leo had kissed the back of his palm too many times for Logan to think he’d be forgetting it, either.

“And you and I did the same thing, you know?” Leo continued. “On roadies.”

“Playing cards,” Logan smiled. “And our sundaes.”

Leo nodded, and his smile grew a little softer. He stared at his toes digging into the sand. “And I knew how connected you two were. Well, I guess not how connected, but I knew you two were better friends than anyone on the team, even Sirius and James. Even if you didn’t always act like it. I feel like good friends can do that, handle distance and snap back into place.”

“And?” Logan remembered asking playfully. “Which long talks were better?”

Leo just laughed. “No, no. Not better. Finn talking is like…wild. Like wind. Talking to you is stillness. I love both. The point is, that was…that was my connection. To both of you.” He had cleared his throat then, and given Logan’s hand a squeeze. “My mama always says if you can talk to someone forever then—“

“They’re yours forever,” Logan finished. “My maman says the same thing.”

Leo’s answering smile had been blinding.

An arm circled his waist, another pressing right over his heart.

“Nice party,” Finn said softly into his ear, and Logan only had a moment in that warmth before it was gone, wary of prying eyes. It made Logan miss France, and their brief stay at his mother’s family home that summer.

No one had known them there, and Leo had adored the markets, cooking elaborate meals while Finn and Logan had sat on the counter, watching him and loving him. They’d eaten out on the stone patio, overlooking the sea.

Finn looked a little like he had there, cheeks sun-hot. Logan wanted to reach for them, as he had then, cool them with his thumb. Finn smiled, making the sun-kissed skin crease a little.

“What?” he asked.

Logan shook his head. “Remember that picture?” he asked. “The one of us. It was on your wall at Harvard, you were standing behind me, hand on my chest.”

Finn’s mouth quirked, and he nodded. Logan hesitated for a moment, realizing that Finn was wearing his NASA t-shirt, the same one he had worn the day he’d left Harvard for good, leaving Logan behind. Logan stared at the logo, then looked away, back up to his brown eyes. Bambi, the boys at Harvard had called him.

He took a sip of his drink and shrugged. “I don’t know where it went. I know you packed it, took it with you, but I can’t find it. Do you know…”

Logan trailed off, as Finn had taken out his wallet. He set his beer on the pier ledge, flipped the worn leather open, and slipped out a folded piece of paper, thick, and well-loved. He held it out to Logan, biting his lip, and then leaned back against the railing, as if waiting.

Logan let the photo fall open in his fingers, and exhaled a shaky, steadying breath. There was a laugh in it somewhere.

“Oh,” he said.

“Didn’t know you were looking for it,” Finn replied, and trailed his fingers, cold from his beer, over Logan’s wrist, then reached up to fiddle briefly with his necklace.

Logan traced his eyes over the same, gaudy string lights in the photo, their same smiles—the one Logan knew he wore more freely these days.

Logan folded the picture closed again, and slipped it back into its place in Finn’s wallet.

“You want it, Lo?” Finn asked.

Logan shook his head. “I like that you have it.”

Finn stretched out a foot, ankle hooking around Logan’s, pulling him a little closer again, to stand nearly between his legs.

“I had it all that first year,” Finn smiled. “On my own.”

Logan narrowed his eyes. “Don’t.”

Finn grinned, singing off-key. “Pretending he’s beside me—”

Logan groaned, shoving his shoulder a little. “Okay, D’accord, I walked into that.”

Finn laughed loudly, and then swung his arm around Logan’s shoulders. “Let’s go find Le, get more food.”

They strode towards the tables.

“Hey!” Evgeni called out. He was standing with Olli and Jackson, his looming form leaning over the pier. “Ten bucks I jump!”

“Kuns, you don’t want to swim in this river,” Finn said.

“He’s going in whether you pay him or not,” Jackson shook his head. “At some point tonight.” He grinned, the scar that ran down one of his cheeks dimpling when he smiled. “Bet you twenty.”

“Nado,” Evgeni gasped, slapping his arm. “We split. Even.”

“No fucking way.”

Logan let Finn lead him away from their bickering, towards where he could immediately spot Leo, standing with Remus and Thomas. Logan felt everything just—soften.

“Do you ever think you could just find him?” Finn asked softly, the hand around Logan’s shoulders gesturing in Leo’s direction. “I mean, even if you couldn’t see him. You know?”

“Ouais,” Logan said, voice just as soft. “I know.”

Leo was mid-laugh when he spotted them, too.

“I gotta say,” he said as he met them halfway, hand on his hip, sunglasses in his hair. “I did a pretty damn good job.”

Logan huffed out a laugh. “You did. Really good.”

Finn snorted. “Way to take the credit, Nut.”

“He deserves it,” Logan said. “I was just here.”

“Lo’s the gift master,” Leo swung his arm around his shoulders. “And I’m the food master. Sounds about right?”

Logan patted Leo’s chest. “Are you going to jump in?”

Leo raised his eyebrows, squinting out at the water. “Do I want to swim in this water?”

“I’d swim if it was with you two,” Finn said. “I’d risk the murky monsters of the deep.”

“You gotta wait twenty minutes after eating,” Leo said. “And I haven’t tried the soft serve yet. They have swirls, they have mango, I mean, come on. I did so good.”

Finn laughed. “And I’m going to kiss you stupid later.”

“And I’m going to hold you to that,” Leo leaned in a little. “Birthday boy.”

They found Sirius holding a cone out to Remus by the machine, and Remus wrinkling his nose.

“C’est la vanille!” Sirius was laughing. “Quoi? Really? You don’t like vanilla?”

“You do?” Remus shook his head.

“Y’all we’ve caught the couple splashed on the front of every magazine in a, dare I say,” Leo paused, “fight?”

“First it’s pineapple pizza, now it’s vanilla,” Remus reached up, pushing Sirius’ chin length hair out of his eyes. “What did I sign up for?”

“Carrying his hair ties for him, apparently,” Finn reached out and snapped the tie around Remus’ wrist.

Remus rolled his eyes, and Logan thought Sirius might have blushed. When Logan reached up to poke at his cheek, he slapped his hand away and Logan laughed.

Sirius dragged Remus away towards where Julian, Remus’ little brother, was calling them over to the beanbag toss, and, momentarily tucked behind the shade of the soft-serve station, Logan felt Leo pull the both of them closer.

“Pretty good beginning to the end of the summer,” he sighed, licking his own cone.

“It was a damn good summer,” Finn grinned. “Hey, give me.”

Logan watched Leo hold out his cone to Finn, and agreed. It had been more than a good summer. It had been a perfect summer, and something in that made Logan stupidly worried. Sun and salt, and cold wine, and hot bodies pressed together as the moon rose. Logan closed his eyes for a moment, tucked between the two of them, and tried not to ruin this peace by thinking about all the times peace hadn’t been there.

This was Finn’s day. This was their season. Logan tilted his chin up and let the sweet mango of Leo’s ice cream sweeten his thoughts.

~

Noelle wasn’t at Finn’s party, and Thomas could feel it. He fiddled with the new, thin gold hoops she’d gifted him, barely circling away from his ears, the left one with a pearl strung along.

I’m the lucky one who found you, she’d said.

And he’d had to go and ruin it by trying to be funny, even while tears were pressing up as close to him as she was.

What does that make us, oysters?

She’d laughed, looked happy, but Thomas wished he’d said something else. He wished he had gotten something for her. He wished she wasn’t so far away.

I miss you, he tapped out on his phone, and that felt perfectly honest. Simple. Enough.

The three dots popped up and then went away. Thomas tried not to let it mean anything. She deserved to be busy. She worked just as hard—harder—than he did. Still, something like relief flooded through him when a long string of pink hearts answered him.

I miss YOU, T baby. Good party?? Tell Harzy happy bday for me.

Thomas blew out a breath. Will do. Say hi to the girls for me.

“You look like sad sunshine,” Natalie’s voice came, and he looked up to see her walking towards him, taking a sip from a honey colored beer with a lime wedged into it.

“I’m a little sad, Sunshine, like it or not,” Thomas laughed softly, pocketing his phone. “Where are the boys?”

“Canoodling,” Natalie sighed, hopping up onto one of the stools beside him under the umbrella. She had her long blond hair swept up into two french braids. “We’re both getting in our last drops of Alex, I think.”

Thomas nodded. “Hey, I never really asked, Nat. That just…happened this summer, or what?”

Natalie smiled. “Well, when I met Kasey, he hadn’t made it big yet, still on the Rangers farm team, but Alex had been on the Rangers for…maybe about a year? I can’t quite remember. I think Kase had only gotten called up a few times, so they’d met. But anyway, we start dating, two years later he gets a big boy contract with the Rags, and we get to know Alex. I saw him at team dinners only at first.” She smiled. “I was like, cutie, look at those freckles. But I had Kase, you know? I was pretty confused when I started looking a little closer. I mean, I was so happy.”

She pushed her sunglasses into her hair, leaning an elbow on the table and fiddling with a gold necklace at her throat that had the number 30 strung across the leather cord. Thomas wondered if she was going to add a 28 to that, Alex’s number, or if she’d get another one. He wondered if Noelle would want something like that. Maybe they could wear each other’s. He liked the thought.

“Well,” Natalie said. “I was confused until I noticed Kasey looking, but he wasn’t pulling away from me and I thought, hey…maybe this is something?”

“But that was how many years ago?”

Natalie took another drink. “No, yeah, nothing ever happened. Actually, I think they kissed once or twice. Roadies, you know? But Kasey gets traded, and then Finn arrived and we were like, wow, cruel joke.”

Thomas laughed. “I bet. But it meant Alex comes around again.”

She grinned. “That it did.”

Thomas held his drink up for a cheers. “Guess we owe those Cubs a lot.”

She clinked their bottles together. “Life’s weird. But, yeah, it happened this summer officially. Went to the O’Hara Hampton house, and I think we just loved being together. I forgot a little, how wonderful Alexander is. But,” she was smiling wildly again. “I woke up one morning and the boys had gone on a walk, they got back three hours later holding hands, Alex kissed me, and something changed. Maybe they worked through some history of theirs. We’re his now, he’s ours, whatever you want to call it.” She laughed. “Pretty good for a morning’s work.”

“Pretty good,” Thomas repeated.

“I’m worried it’ll be hard, though,” she sighed, chest rising and falling dejectedly. “He’s all the way in Florida and we’re here, together.”

Thomas glanced back down at his phone. “Yeah.”

“I bet that makes me sound like a snob to you,” she reached out and squeezed his hand.

He waved her off. “No, no, I just…we’re new, me and Noelle. Sometimes I worry that we’re too new for…for this.”

Natalie shook her head. “I think distance is distance. And, if it doesn’t work, it isn’t the physical space between two people. It’s a different sort of far away.”

Thomas tapped his fingers against his glass. “You just have something to say for everything, huh, Nat?”

She grinned. “Pretty mouth, gotta use it.”

Thomas snorted. “You’re not wrong.”

“Come on,” she said. “I’m going to whip your ass a ring toss.”

“Yeah fucking right.”

~

“Apparently they closed down a bunch of streets,” Remus was saying, still bleary-eyed and waking up as Sirius made the coffee. “That’s awesome.”

“It’s a parade. Of course,” Sirius said as he pushed the lid of their french press down.

Remus looked up to see him smiling and rolled his eyes, laughing, “Okay, sure, but it’s still crazy. They say it’s going to bigger than the Cup Parade was in June.”

That made Sirius’ eyebrows raise. “Really?”

Remus hummed in agreement, clicking his phone off and popping his back. “Well. I know Pride is in June, but I’m happy we get to do this, too.”

Sirius nodded, sliding onto the stool beside Remus with two waiting mugs. “Captain gets the Cup last. I don’t make the rules.”

Remus just yawned and let his temple fall against Sirius’ shoulder, closing his eyes as Sirius’ warm palm came to brush over his hair and neck.

“September is in two weeks,” Remus mumbled. “How the hell did that happen?”

Sirius poured their coffee and pressed a kiss against Remus’ hair. “You’ll be fine.”

“Hm?”

“I know you’re nervous for training camp. You’ve seen it a million times, though.”

“Yeah,” Remus sighed and sat up pulling his steaming mug close. “Seen it.”

Sirius laughed, going to the refrigerator for the milk. His hair was in dark, glorious tangles, and Remus vaguely wondered how much time they had before they needed to get ready.

“I meant,” Sirius leaned over the island and poured them both milk before capping it again and going for the brown sugar. Remus smiled when he realized that Sirius had picked that up from Remus’ mom, Hope. “I meant that you know it never comes across like…like some insane competition for spots.”

Remus raised an eyebrow. “It is, though. I mean, not for the Sirius Black, but…”

“D’accord,” Sirius nodded. “Okay, okay. But you know what I mean?”

“I’m not worried about the team,” Remus said as Sirius came to sit down again. “I’m worried I’m not going to make the team.”

Sirius shook his head, set his mug down, and all but pulled Remus off of his stool to gather him close. Remus mumbled something about cold coffee, but smiled as he let himself be kissed good morning, kissed calm, kissed loved.

“I’m not worried,” Sirius whispered, and kissed him some more.

Remus had barely shut his car door—having opened it to cheers—before he was getting an armful of his little brother.

“Oof,” Remus grunted, but squeezed him, lifting him off of his feet. “Nice outfit, Jules.”

Julian jumped back, his Lupin Lions Pride jersey actually fitting him for once. “Thanks, dad found it for me.”

“He insisted on wearing it,” Hope Lupin smiled as she walked up. “But you’re going to roast so tell me when you want your t-shirt, baby, it’s in my bag. Hi, Re.”

“Hi, mom,” Remus let her kiss his cheek a few times.

“Salut,” Sirius grinned from beside him. Remus watched them hug, warmed more deeply than by the heat. Hope patted Sirius’ chest where a faded rainbow twelve was printed on his t-shirt. Remus was going to steal that thing as soon as he took it off.

“What a party!” Hope grinned. “Is someone grilling? Thought I smelled it.”

Remus nodded. “Yeah, they got this restaurant downtown to bring BBQ.”

“Is there ice cream?” Julian said, huffing. “I’m hot.”

Sirius plucked at his jersey jokingly. “Mais, ouais, it’s almost ninety!”

Hope laughed, and put a hand on Julian’s back. “I’ll get him cooled off. Your dad’s around here somewhere with Pascal. Meet you on the float in ten. And make sure you’re wearing sunscreen!”

Remus watched his family wind their way through the colorful, crowded streets, felt Sirius’ fingers lace through his own, and smiled.

The sun did beat down hot, but Remus didn’t mind so much, not when they were filed onto the float that was equipped with a red and gold Lions head roaring at the front and rainbow streamers at the back, like an extension of the mane. The Cup sat on a high pedestal between them, strapped in shining.

The crowd was wild. People were hanging out of the tall parking garage that lined one side. The pavement was painted in thick strips of rainbow in some places, and red and gold in others.

Gryffindor loved their Lions. It almost made Remus want to cry, seeing how happy Sirius was. Half of the team was on their float, some of them walking beside. Remus spotted Logan sporting a rainbow brimmed hat walking with Kasey and returned the peace sign Logan sent up.

“Everyone is decked out, man,” James shouted in Remus’ ear from beside him, Harry on his hip. He and Lily had returned in time for Finn’s birthday. He was wearing a Lions Pride shirt, and Harry had a tiny one to match and a sunhat that practically covered his entire body that Lily kept coming over to adjust. James grinned. “Damn. Good Cup Day.”

“It’s not my Cup Day,” Remus laughed. “But I do sort of feel like this is my day.”

James just smiled, pointing at people for Harry to wave at. “Maybe won’t have to make that distinction next year, eh? Look, Har, see the flags? You want one, bud?”

“Re,” Sirius leaned in, and Remus felt his hand on his back. “Want to walk a bit?”

Remus nodded, eyes finding where Leo, Jackson, Evgeni, and Olli were walking together, keeping time with the floats and talking to the crowd. Leo had a rainbow flag painted on one cheek, Natalie’s work.

Remus felt for his own hat, flipping the colorful brim backwards as he hopped down.

“Hey,” Jackson grinned, throwing an arm around Remus’ shoulders. Evgeni had one of Sergei’s daughters in his arms, chatting with the crowd. He wasn’t wearing Jackson’s rainbow-striped shirt, but it looked like one of the kids had stuck two stickers on one of his cheeks that he wasn’t bothering removing. Remus wondered if he was worried, about his family, or his country, like he had told Sirius. It sent a wave of thankfulness through him, the fact that he was here.

“Nado,” Remus hugged Jackson. “Jesus, seriously, what did you do this summer? You look fit, man.”

“You see him,” Evgeni called over, handing a sharpie back to someone wrapped almost entirely in a flag covered with glitter. “Stare in the mirror, in love.”

“I don’t,” Jackson protested.

Evgeni just shrugged, spinning Sergei’s daughter around. “I’m see you.”

“Well, hand some over,” Remus said.

Jackson just gave him a shake. “You’re going to make the team.”

“Maybe,” Remus groaned out a laugh, knocking him away.

“No maybes,” Sirius said, sidling up to Remus’ side and replacing Jackson’s arm.

“Sirius! Cap!” someone called, and Remus felt Sirius tense a little, as he always did in crowds, or media.

The person calling had short brown hair and seemed to have tailored a loose jersey of Sirius’ into a form-fitting dress. The sleeves were cut and hemmed by the twelves on the sleeves.

“Salut!” they said, accent stiff, and laughed. “I tried.”

That seemed to ease Sirius a little, and Remus tugged him to a stop.

“Salut,” Sirius smiled. “Wow, that’s my jersey?”

They nodded, eyes sliding over to Remus. “It is. My girlfriend was hoping to have a Lupin one so we can match, but…”

The girl beside her, black hair tucked up in a bandana, smiled and threw her hands up. “When are they stocking those! I have two hundred bucks I’m ready to drop, I mean, let’s go before I second guess myself!”

Remus laughed. “Oh man, I’ve been there.”

“With my jersey, ouais?” Sirius grinned was teasing as he signed an autograph and Remus blushed.

“Here,” Sirius took out his phone. “You can give me your phone number, if you’re okay with it, and I’ll get you one? Yeah?”

“Oh…are you kidding?” the girl put a hand over her mouth. “Oh my God, I…yes, Cap, you can have my phone number, sure fucking thing.”

They moved along the crowd easily. Sirius grabbed the Cup at one point, walking it along for people to touch just as their entire team had in June. Remus stayed well away.

“No jinxes here,” an older man in a Lions Pride shirt laughed, his arm around his son. He held out his hand. “My entire family’s been Lions fans for generations. Glad to have you on the team.”

His son, the very image of his father, smiled and tentatively held out a sharpie. “Would you sign my shirt? I’ve seen your tapes and everything, I…you’re my favorite. I was thinking about getting out of hockey before you.”

Remus blinked. “I…” he took the sharpie, swallowing around the tightness in his throat. “I’m glad you’re staying. Are you a defenseman?”

He lit up. “How’d you know?”

Remus shrugged, smiling. “You hold yourself like one.”

“I hope that’s a good thing!” Remus heard Olli call from a little ways down.

He laughed. “How did you hear that?”

Remus signed the boy’s shirt, thanked him, and jogged a little to catch up with Sirius.

“I’ll take that,” Jackson grinned, and plucked the Cup from Sirius’ grasp.

“It’s my Cup Day!” Sirius laughed, but wrapped his arm around Remus instead. “Hi.”

“That was my first signature,” Remus said softly, to Sirius only, and Sirius squeezed his shoulders.

“The first of many.”

It was a bit of a blur after that. Natalie brought them ice cream and cold lemonade, which turned Sirius’ kisses even sweeter when they made it back home, out of the heat and stumbling, happy and sun-kissed. Sirius’ entrance hall was dark to Remus’ unadjusted eyes, and he focused on his palms, splayed over Sirius’ broad back. He yelped when a voice rang out from the living room.

“We’re on the couch!” Regulus shouted. “Just so you know!”

Sirius broke the kiss, looking flushed and dazed. “What…why?”

“I live here!” Regulus’ voice called back.

Remus suppressed a smile, and leaned his forehead against Sirius’ chest, trying to calm his breathing and any flush of arousal that had been beginning to stir up.

“Fuck,” Sirius swore. “How did he get home before us?”

“Who’s we?” Remus called out.

“Howdy,” Leo’s voice came.

Sirius sighed. “It’s my Cup Day.”

Remus gave his hip a short pat before walking down the hallway and rounding the corner to find Leo and Regulus slouched on the couch, AC on full blast.

“Right,” Remus nodded. “You’re suppose to be helping Reg pack for school.”

Regulus glanced up from his phone. “There’s twenty different gifs of you jumping down from the float and turning his hat backwards on Twitter.”

Remus blinked. “What?” He didn’t even remember doing that.

Leo nodded, crunching a potato chip. “And we’ve only been looking for ten minutes.”

“Huh,” Sirius said, turning towards the kitchen. He stopped, hesitated for a moment, and turned back. “Let me see.”

Remus huffed out a laugh. “I need water.”

“Donne-moi!” Sirius demanded of Regulus, grabbing for his phone.

“You have your own phone!” Remus made out Regulus’ reply in French.

Remus filled his glass, downed in, and was filling it again when Leo came into the kitchen, rolling his eyes and smiling.

“Thought I’d leave the brothers to fight. Can’t believe I used to be scared of both of them.”

Remus laughed, too. “Right?”

Remus watched Leo grab a glass, spinning his own slowly around on the counter. “Are you…”

Leo glanced up. “Hm?”

Remus took a breath. “Tell me if I’m overstepping, but I know today must’ve been a little…” he took his hat off, the colorful bill bright against the dark stone of the counter.

Leo nodded in understanding, sliding onto a stool. “It wasn’t…hard. It was actually good to see all of the support. I could see it in Finn and Logan, too. Logan is nervous.” He nodded to himself. “More nervous than me and Finn. Understandably. I mean, you know how long he and Finn…” Leo shook his head. “I was happy he got to see that. And Finn was happy, I know, too. Maybe we’ll start making plans. I mean, this summer was just fucking heaven. Just being together. Like, I don’t think I’ve ever been so happy.”

“Me too,” Remus sat on the stool beside him. They smiled at each other, then laughed. “I’m happy for you guys.”

“I am, too,” Leo grinned. “All right, I think me and Reg have to actually put his clothes in suitcases now.”

“Good luck.”

“That boy owns, like, five t-shirts,” Leo drained his glass and put it in the sink. “Shouldn’t be too hard.”

Remus grabbed a third glass and followed Leo back into the living room where they found Sirius leaning over the back of the couch, squinting at Regulus’ phone. He did a double take when he spotted Remus.

“Hey, where’s your hat?”

Remus snorted. “I’m not a twitter gif. C’mon, I need a shower.”

Regulus raised a teasing eyebrow. “And you need him for that?”

Remus stuck out his tongue. “Yeah.”

Sirius flicked the back of Regulus’ head. “Go pack.”

Remus tugged his t-shirt off on their way up the stairs. “That was wonderful, but fuck do I wish it wasn’t a thousand degrees.”

“I don’t know,” came Sirius’ reply from behind him as they entered their bedroom, followed by his hands on Remus’ hips and his lips against his neck. “When it’s hot, your hair sticks to your neck just…” he kissed just by Remus’ ear gently. “Here.”

Remus bit back a smile. “With sweat.”

“It’s handsome, I think.”

Remus laughed, turning in Sirius’ arms. He was summer tan and happy. Remus didn’t think he’d ever get tired of seeing that grin, one that was more and more present lately. Sirius laughed and made small talk with fans who asked for pictures—even today, he had seemed to almost enjoy the crowds and the media. Remus touched his number twelve necklace. He brought it to his lips. “You’re handsome.”

They stepped into the shower together and stood in the peace and quiet of the beating down water, turned cool against their heated skin. Remus rested his head against Sirius’ chest, and smiled when he felt Sirius lace their fingers together. It wasn’t exactly a new thing anymore, but it still felt new. It had been that way when James, Lily, and Harry had first arrived home and Sirius had done it on the table between them at the restaurant, just as it had been early in June, when Sirius had done it while they waiting in line to board their plane.

Remus looked up, squeezing his hand, and Sirius bent to take Remus’ mouth against his own again. It was softer, but Remus felt just as giddy from the day’s events. A parade. A Cup Day.

He wanted one of his own.

“Love you, mon loup,” he smiled. “Thank you for today.”

Remus ran his hand over Sirius’ broad shoulders. “I didn’t do anything.”

“You did everything,” Sirius whispered back. “You are part of me allowing myself things.”

Remus felt his expression soften.

“Heather explained it that way,” Sirius said. “I thought it was well put.”

Heather, the team’s sports psychiatrist. Remus had only actually met her a few times, but Sirius valued her highly, had called her a few times during the off season.

“I like it, too,” he said, and let Sirius pull him close again.

They threw the windows open to let the cooling breeze in once they were back downstairs, and Sirius put steaks on the grill for the two of them.

“Where’d Reg and Nut go?” Sirius asked.

“I think out with some of the boys,” Remus said, and followed as Sirius went back out to the patio. He notched his hip against the door frame. “Hey, do you want to go to the rink tomorrow? All this Cup talk has got me wanting to skate, like, now.”

Sirius tilted his head back and laughed. “With you? Always.”

Remus grinned and padded back over to the counter where the salad was waiting for dressing.

“I’m glad we didn’t end up having everyone over,” Remus said as he tossed it. “As much as I love them.”

Sirius hummed, sliding the screen door of the deck closed. He set the plate and tongs down before wrapping his arms around Remus.

“As much as I love them,” he repeated quietly, lips brushing against Remus’ neck. “I want you all to myself right now.”

Remus leaned back against him. “My thoughts exactly, baby.”

Sirius smiled against his skin. “Glad we’re on the same page. Vanilla hater.”

Remus pinched his arm. “Pineapple hater.”

~

Cole woke up to the smell of bacon and eggs wafting down to his room from the kitchen—and Katie Dumais curled up at the foot of his bed.

He jumped a little, and then sat up slowly. It took him a moment to realize that she wasn’t asleep, but that she was fiddling with a little charm bracelet, her eyes down.

He cleared his throat. “Uh, hi, Katie.”

She looked up, and a grin lit up her face. “Mom says breakfast is ready. I didn’t want to wake you up, even though she told me to.”

He sat up a little more. “How long ago was that?”

Katie wrinkled her nose. “Maybe four hours?”

Cole blinked, and picked up his phone from his nightstand. It was eight-thirty. He glanced back at Katie.

“Can you tell time?” he asked slowly.

“Not really,” she sighed happily, and kept fiddling with her bracelet. “You still have rainbow paint on your face.”

Cole laughed, rubbing a hand over his cheek, where Lily Potter had painted a flag the day before, for the parade. Where the Stanley Cup had been.

It still all felt surreal to say.

“Okay. Um, tell her I’ll be up in a second, okay?”

Katie nodded. “Okay!”

Cole listened to her footsteps scamper all the way up the stairs before he flopped back down on his pillows and chuckled to himself. He gave his teeth a quick brush and followed.

“Bon matin,” Celeste smiled as she flipped a few more pieces of bacon onto a plate. “How did you sleep? I think that heat yesterday tired everyone out.”

Cole slid onto a stool beside Marc and Louis, Katie to his right. “Really good, thanks.”

“The air conditioner isn’t acting up again?” Celeste asked. “Logan was always having trouble with that thing.”

“It didn’t turn on right away, but I fixed it,” Cole smiled when she set a steaming plate of eggs, bacon and fruit in front of him, and then another plate with toast. “My mom’s big with her tool kit, so, I mean, if you ever need anything around the house, I know some stuff. Just so I can…help out. Thank you for letting me stay.”

Celeste beamed. “Oh, sweetheart, we’re not just letting you stay. We’re very happy you’re here. Someone your age shouldn’t be alone, especially with all the pressure that comes with this job. But I will absolutely take you up on that. You wouldn’t know how to build me some planters, would you? Pascal bought the wood ages ago,” she turned back to the sink, waving a spatula. “Always saying he will take care of it, and yet there it sits!”

Cole laughed softly. “Yeah, I can do that. Sounds good.”

“Well, good,” Celeste smiled, pulling her purse over her shoulder. “Now, Pascal is with Sergei for an ice session—which you’re always invited to, he says, by the way—I’m taking Louis to tennis, and Marc to space camp. Layla will be here soon, but do you mind looking after Katie until she gets here? Adele’s up in her room if you have any questions. She’ll know.”

Cole nodded, trying to swallow the eggs quickly. “Of course. No problem.”

Celeste smiled. “She loves you enough already, she’ll be no trouble.”

“She’s always trouble,” Louis mumbled.

Celeste tisked, but kissed his head. “Come on, up. Cole, you have some of the boys’ numbers, too, right?”

“Um,” Cole thought of Sirius Black’s number in his phone from when he called him. “Yes?”

“Good. I know you don’t have a car yet, and you’re always welcomed to ours when it’s available, but if you ever need a ride anywhere, I’m sure any one of them will drive you.”

Cole, for the life of him, didn’t think he would ever be able to bring himself to call Sirius Black up and ask him to drive him to, what, Target? Jesus.

“Right,” Cole tried for a smile and knew it came out nervous. “Thanks.”

Katie did turn out to be a pretty easy kid. Even if she did seem to switch activities at a rapid pace. She drew, and then she watched half of a TV show, and then she was hungry, but she did all of it herself. After less than 30 minutes she had parked both of them on the couch where they were stringing beads for necklaces.

“I’ll make you Lions colors,” she said seriously.

That had been Cole’s best—and only—idea. He glanced at the multi-colored kit. “What colors do you want?”

“Surprise me.”

Cole smiled. “All right. What’s your charm bracelet?” He nodded to the small silver ring around her wrist.

“It’s from Tremzy,” Katie thrust her wrist forward. “He gets me one every one of my birthdays. There’s a hockey stick, because we love hockey, and an ice cream cone, because we love ice cream, and this is a book because we read together, and—”

There was the ding that told Cole that Layla had arrived, coming in from the garage, and Katie was off again.

“Hi,” Cole said, leaning against the kitchen doorframe.

Layla looked up from trying to put her things down and hug Katie at the same time. “Hey, Cole.”

“How’s it going?” Cole asked, feeling decidedly more prepared this time. Layla was in a green tank-top today, but her same shorts and gold rings.

“Busy,” she laughed. “I actually have my first orientation this evening, at the rink.”

Cole nodded. “Nice. I’ve never actually been inside. Well, not yet, I guess.”

Layla straightened at that. “Well…I’m driving over once Celeste gets home, just to see the place first.” She seemed to take a breath. “Do you want to come with?”

~

They didn’t have full gear, but the chilled rink was a relief against the sweat they worked up anyway. Remus borrowed a helmet—his own hadn’t been sent out yet—and used his old, worn in CCM skates.

“I can still beat you in these,” Remus panted as he skated backwards, tapping the puck back and forth and trying to gauge which way Sirius was going to dodge first.

“Oh, I know,” Sirius said, then lifted his right foot and went left.

Remus knocked the puck out of his stick towards the boards, and it sent them both chasing it.

“You use that trick too much!” Remus laughed, it echoing across the empty rink, as he shoved Sirius against the glass, the puck trapped between his skate blade and the foot of the boards.

“What about this one?” Sirius said, and turned to press their mouths together. Remus smiled into it, and it was enough to allow Sirius to steal the puck back.

“No!” Remus laughed as Sirius carried the puck expertly across the blue line, winding his stick up and taking a deadly slap shot, notching it perfectly in the upper left corner of the empty goal.

He dropped to a knee, sliding into a celebration before wrapping around the goal with a final whoop and crashing back into Remus for another kiss.

“Wanna run plays?” Sirius asked. “I’ll be your center if you’ll be my winger.”

Remus smiled as they reset themselves, pushing the used pucks towards the boards. “That might not happen.”

“Maybe I have more pull than you think.”

Remus raised an eyebrow. “Not that much, baby. What’s going to happen is I’ll start on the fourth line, go from there. Anything else and every journalist in the city would go batshit crazy.”

Sirius just scooped another puck into the goal, then hooked his arms over his stick, the body behind his neck. “Wouldn’t be our first time causing that.”

Remus smiled. “True.” He nudged Sirius towards center ice. “Face-off.”

Sirius took his helmet off to push his hair back. “Let’s do it.”

Remus was just tugging off his shirt, smiling as he listened to Sirius rattle of plans for the season, when he heard two voices laughing from the hallway. Sirius’ smile dropped, and he narrowed his eyes at the door.

“Don’t know,” Sirius said. “Hey, where are we meeting the guys for—”

“Should we check out the locker room?” one of the outside voices said—higher. “Do you think it’s open?”

“Non,” Sirius mumbled under his breath, grabbing for the back of his own shirt.

The door opened hesitantly at first, then wider, revealing Layla and Cole.

Cole flushed, and Layla’s mouth opened, then closed.

“Oh my god,” she said. “Sorry, we didn’t think…”

Remus glanced at Sirius, but when he didn’t say anything, just pretending to fiddle grumpily with his bag, he waved them off.

“Hey, we were just swinging by for a quick skate. It’s not our locker room,” he smiled. “Well, not only ours. You guys have the same idea?”

“Not skating, maybe,” Layla replied, twisting one of her braids around her finger. She looked up at Cole, who still looked like he thought he was in the wrong place, and smiled. “But neither of us have really gotten to look around yet, so, we thought we would.”

Remus smiled, using his dirty t-shirt to wipe sweat from his brow. “Nice. Well, maybe Cap and I can give you a tour or something some time.”

Sirius glanced up. “Marls does that.”

Remus tried to send Sirius a look with his eyes, but Sirius just glanced mournfully towards what Remus thought might be the video review room.

“Well…” Remus said hesitantly.

“We’ll keep looking around,” Layla said quickly. “See you guys around.”

Remus watched them to make sure the door was closed, then turned and punched Sirius in the arm.

“Quoi?” Sirius asked.

“Grumpy.”

“I liked it just us,” Sirius mumbled. “I thought we could plan plays or—or watch tape.”

Remus laughed, pressing his forehead to Sirius’ chest. “You’re such a baby.”

One corner of Sirius’ mouth raised. “So?”

“You wanted the rookie to stop making moon eyes at you,” Remus said. “Here’s your chance.”

“D’accord,” Sirius’ grin spread as he gathered Remus closer by his hips. “But will you keep making moon eyes at me?”

Remus leaned up for a gentle kiss. “I’m going to ask them to lunch. Wait here, Captain, you scare the rookie.”

“I don’t,” Sirius sighed, and Remus pushed out the locker room door.

“Hey,” Remus jogged to catch up as Cole and Layla turned at his voice. “Us and some of the other guys are planning to get lunch. How about it? You, too, Layla.”

Layla blinked. “Seriously?”

Remus laughed. “Team lunch isn’t a team lunch without the PT. Or, one of them, at least.”

Layla grinned. “Right. Well, I’d love to.”

Cole nodded quickly. “I—yeah. Yeah, cool. That rooftop place again?”

“You’re already picking up on team favorites, I see.”

Cole smiled sheepishly. “Kuny makes us go there every time.”

“It’s the sushi,” Remus laughed. “He’s a man obsessed. Well, cool. Meet you there in twenty?”

Layla jingled her keys. “See you there.”

“Sushi,” Evgeni all but moaned as he picked up a piece of yellowtail.

“Jesus, Kuns,” Jackson said. “You can’t eat all of that by yourself.”

Evgeni was chewing with his eyes closed. “You don’t know.”

“All right,” Thomas leaned forward, folding his sunglasses into his shirt in the shade of their umbrella. “What do we think this season, boys? Predictions, let me hear them.”

They all looked to Sirius first, who leaned back in his chair, one arm over the back of Remus’. He took a sip of his iced tea.

“Rangers,” he said finally.

“Uh-huh,” James nodded.

“Same,” Layla said, taking a spoonful of her miso soup.

“Caps, maybe,” Sirius continued.

“Definitely,” Remus said.

“I’m feeling Avs?” Thomas offered. “And I don’t want to say Snakes, but…yuck.”

“More like Vegas,” Remus said.

The table paused, and Remus just shook his head.

“It’s true,” he said, glancing at Cole and Layla, trying to decide if they’d noticed the shift in the air. He had to be able to talk about this. About him. "They’re deep this year.”

“Yeah,” Cole said softly. “Greyback’s killer.”

Remus felt the entire table tense and felt immediately guilty. Cole didn’t know what he had said, and Remus all but watched him wonder if he’d said something wrong.

“And us,” Thomas grinned, slapping Cole on the back. “We’ve got Lupin now. We’ve got Reyes.”

Remus rolled his eyes, but laughed. He tried to express his thanks silently, and Thomas winked at him.

This felt different. He had known it would. Team dinners would be his dinners now, not a friendly tag-along invite. Driving to practice with Sirius, they would go through almost the same routine, not split off for his office and the locker room. These were his teammates. He’d win and lose with them, and they with him, in a way they hadn’t before. Sitting there, in the sunshine that was going to turn colder, Remus looked forward to a year of this.

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