#not pictured: the other childe starting off by sitting next to me and telling me i look good
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A sparkle in the night
Fandom: Hazbin Hotel
Pair: Alastor and Vox. A bit platonic, a bit romantic, could be read in different ways.
Disclaimer: Nothing other than it’s a SFW tickle fic. They are also slightly ooc but tbh we don’t really know since I’m describing a moment that happened before the series takes place sooooo… who knows (but honestly, Alastor is much too sweet to be canon).
Also I had fun with some fonts I found online, I don’t know if that is a problem so if you find difficulties reading please tell me and I’ll change it!
Vox is stressed and wants to reminisce old times, old friends, old feelings.
I got the idea for this from this fic by @starlight-write. I wanted to explore Alastor and Vox’s relationship before whatever happened between them.
I hope you all enjoy it!
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Hell had changed a lot since Vox first arrived. He had met many Overlords who now weren’t ‘alive’ anymore, killed by Angels or by other sinners. He had seen Hell change its geography, different shops rising and then succumbing to nefarious fate.
He had met friends along the way, and he had lost them too.
Vox had learnt that the afterlife was just as complicated and confusing as his past life: people were hard to read, it was hard to understand their needs and, honesty, he wasn’t very good at accommodating them. Of course it was easy to solve people problems work wise (most of the times he was the one creating a fake problem and giving the public a new product as a solution), but when it came to personal business he couldn’t just hypnotise everyone. Well he could but…
He was alone in his personal room, monitors all over him, phones and computers all around him. Even if he was alone he was constantly under the spotlight. He knew he had to prove he was stronger. That he wasn’t scared of anything or anyone.
That’s how he would spend the majority of his afterlife: surrounded by his constant eyes, recording every movement he himself ever made.
So that’s why he felt so excited when he turned off every single monitor except for the bigger one in front of him. He shut down every camera or microphone around him. Unrecorded. Unregistered moments.
A shiver ran down his spine.
After seeing that ghost of his past back again after seven years of absence he had to see something. Something that was his and his only.
What he was looking for was an old memory, one that he had to update digitally from his old headset.
Everything was meticulously categorised so it didn’t take long before he found what he was looking for.
The video started.
And he was almost 45 years younger, he had a different - and much heavier - headset and an ‘old pal’ next to him.
They were in the middle of an animated conversation in a remote bar in the pride ring. Everybody was keeping their distance from them and the moody bartender kept sending them drink after drink.
«Television is much more than photography you radio obsessed demon. Television is alive, it’s thrilling!» Vox exclaimed standing up and stomping his foot on the chair in front of him. Alastor looked at the action with little to no reaction, his usual smile plastered on his face.
«You, young man, are as loud as a cow at the slaughterhouse. That is in no way an Overlord behaviour.» he said squeezing his shoulder and inviting Vox to sit again.
Vox blinked in confusion - and slight worry because of the metaphor - before pouting as a scolded child. He got himself back on the high stools next to the counter dangling his feet.
Alastor poured another whiskey in his glass.
«I admire your enthusiasm, but you have to understand that Hell is different from Earth. You cannot show demons your… moving pictures and expect them to simply follow you. You need to plan. To be strategic. Logical.» he offered the drink to Vox, who looked at the goldish liquid with skepticism.
Alastor’s smile grew bigger. «A peace offer?». Vox sighed and gulped it down in one shot, much to Alastor’s disapproval.
«I think you’re complicating your life too much! I can hypnotise people!» he pointed at his eyes as the pupil changed, but Alastor was unfazed.
«It doesn’t work on me.»
«Yeah I still have to understand why…» he sighed as his head started to spin. His face became a bit foggy, just for a moment.
That made Alastor grin wider. «Is the strong and powerful aspiring Overlord feeling a bit dizzy?»
«Fuck you I am not. You’re just-» he looked down at his empty glass and grabbed the bottle to refill it. «I am an Overlord! ‘M not aspiring to be anything you pompous-» but he was cut off by Alastor cupping Vox’s hands with his and helping him pour the drink. Vox’s heart skipped a beat as his antennas sparkled.
«You were saying?» he hummed, fully aware of what he was doing.
«Fuck you.»
Alastor’s smiled softened «Charming.» and Vox smiled back, rolling his eyes.
They had these kind of conversations every time they hang out. They would go to a bar and sit far away from everyone, start bickering, try to get a deal one from the other only to call it even and repeat this cycle every few days. Vox kept convincing himself that these encounters weren’t a big deal but things like that, like that genuine smile, made him doubt that.
Vox drank his whiskey quickly, just to see Alastor’s ear flicker in dismay, a gesture Vox had learnt to recognise over the years.
He took the bottle and refilled his and Alastor’s empty glass.
«You do not understand what it means to be an Overlord just as much as you do not understand how to enjoy your drink.» Alastor said turning on his stool and leaning with his back on the counter.
«AH! Alcohol gets you drunk. That’s the big meaning behind it.»
Vox was about to chug down his whiskey when he felt something brushing over his side. As he yelped Alastor snickered, trying to camouflage it with a cough.
«AÆl- he glitched - what are you doing?»
«As you can see I am not doing anything.» he said raising his hands to prove his point. Vox straightened his back, looking at his surroundings in confusion.
His fogged brain was trying to process whether there was a threat or not. He felt electricity build up in his body.
As he raised his glass, he felt it again, something brushing his side, just lightly, but, when he turned, his eyes could only scan thin air.
«What is going on?» he mumbled putting the drink down.
Alastor didn’t answer, but he was having fun. Vox could see it by that stupid tail of his that was slightly wagging.
If it was his doing… oh no.
The tendrils came out of nowhere and wrapped around his torso, caressing his stomach and sides slowly.
Vox felt electricity between his fingers and in his antennas. He clamped his mouth shut with his hands, slightly kicking his feet.
«Is everything alright Vox?» Vox shook his head, little sparkles all around him. That fucker…
One of those tentacles circled around the center of his tummy, caressing the blue skin. He could feel the tip lightly scratching the sensitive area, making his body tremble.
It was so agonisingly slow. The gesture felt both sweet and mean, as if it were Alastor’s fingers toying with him.
Then he increased the pace.
Vox’s face started trembling, the image of his expression danced on the screen for a moment, deforming his flat features. Alastor came closer to his prey, enjoying every second.
«Maybe it would be better if you just let yourself…-» the tentacles that were around his stomach changed direction and dug in his hips «…Laugh.»
Vox giggles sparkled, as static electricity vibrated around him. He tried so hard to contain himself, but once the first chuckle was out he could not stop.
«AHAHAHAHL nohohoho.»
«No? But I’m not doing anything my dear! I think you had one too many of these.» he said sliding away the man’s drink, saving it from being destroyed.
«Yohohou knohow dæ-ámňņ well what you’re dohohoing.» Vox managed to say while trying to push his tentacles away.
«Of course I do.» he got closer, more tentacles coming from all around him. Vox felt his heart pounding in his chest, his face a mixture of fear and excitement. A stupid wobbly smile was plastered on his screen.
«And you’re enjoying every single second.» had Vox been a little less drunk he would have probably tried to retort, but all he could do was stare at Alastor’s tendrils.
Two of them wrapped around his wrists, raising his hands.
«Oh noho don’t y҉̗͚͚̯̋̏̍̑O̸͎͕̒̽͐̏U҉͓̦̰̘̌́̏̾͆ DARE ALASTOR!» the tentacles danced in front of him, circling around his underarms. Two of them were near his sides, and no matter how hard he tried to pull at his restraints he couldn’t free himself.
«Oh how I like seeing you like this.» Alastor sighed «So helpless.»
«Ahahahahahl Ihihi ha-hatehehe yohohor stupid gahames.» he protested. He was still sat on his absurdly high stool, his feet trying to touch the floor to push himself back. But there was nowhere to run.
Every demon in the place had already fled, believing that the Radio Demon had found his new victim. Well they weren’t completely wrong.
«Do not lie to me.» Alastor caressed Vox’s screen with a single finger, and fake sweat flashed on his face. «You love my games. And besides, a powerful Overlord like you should laugh at the face of danger.» that actually made Vox titter.
Anything said by Alastor made him laugh.
«Let me see your smile.»
All of the tentacles attacked at the same time, some caressing his skin, some scratching at the fabric of his clothes. They were under his arms, on his stomach, meaningly attacking his hips.
The laugh that left his throat gave Alastor goosebumps. It was loud, the loudest he had ever heard from him and it was so… carefree.
All the sense of control, the pressure of becoming a powerful Overlord, the high standards the man held on himself all crumbled down. And he was just helplessly laughing in front of his friend, eyes closed, not afraid to be hurt.
Unfortunately for him he was definitely too sensitive though and the moment a tendril flicked his antenna he started to glitch.
«NOHOHOHOHŒĦØ-»
A spark of electricity made the entire place blackout for a moment, before the lights came back on. Alastor looked at the display of power both amazed and awed.
The man was really strong.
«Be careful my friend-» Alastor’s voice came from much closer than before «We wouldn’t want you to short circuit would we?»
He decided to give him a little break.
The moment the tendrils freed him, Vox turned his back and held the counter with both of his hands, looking for stability.
He could not stop the giggles and titters leaving his body, feeling even drunken than before even though the alcohol was starting to wear off.
However, before Vox could stop laughing, a single tentacle snuck under the his shirt, through his sleeve, slowly and gently caressing his underarm with its tip. The small movement was driving Vox mad.
He collapsed on the counter, laughter now pouring out of him. His feet were kicking the air. The free arm was pounding on the surface, not lucid enough to try to free himself.
He let his head rest on the table, the screen tilted toward Alastor.
«Yohohouh bihihihitch.» he giggled before trying to pry away a new tendril that was slipping under his shirt, targeting his stomach.
His feet kicked harder and quicker as he started to hiccup. «Ihi- IHĮĦĮ- chahaæn’ț.» his voice changed and distorted.
Alastor drank another glass, closing his eyes and enjoying the flavour.
«Sooo» he stood up next to the giggling mess. «Do we wanna make a deal?» he asked making his tentacles stop their torture and back away.
Vox took a few seconds to compose himself before lifting his head and facing the other demon.
Giggles were still stuck in his throat, threatening to leave his body at every word. «A deahal?» he straightened his back and fixed his shirt, now turning his entire body towards the friend.
«I’m not selling my soul for some T̵̲̫̈́̉͗̂͆-tickles. You can’t be that stupid.»
«I am not, my friend. And for once I do not care for your soul! Oh no no no! I would like…-» he let the anticipation roll on Vox’s nerves as he approached him with twitching fingers. «-for you to never drink whiskey in such an inconsiderate way. You either taste your liquor or you don’t drink at all. You do not gobble your alcohol. You understand that young man don’t you?» and as he pronounced the last sentence, he started tracing invisible circles on Vox’s sides.
Vox closed his eyes and the giggle that escaped his lips was a mixture of ticklish agony and amusement.
«Are you finding my request funny?» his fingers danced on his sides.
«Oh c’mohohn Ahahal.» he kicked his feet again, very careful not to hit the demon in front of him. «Ihiht is fuhuhucking hilariohohohus.» he managed to say.
Alastor was not amused.
«Well if you think this is hilarious I cannot imagine what you’d think of t̷̥̲̒̈́̔��͇̤h̵̳̪̰͋̊ȉ̵̭̦̰̊̉̒s̶͈͉͙͕̥̅̚.» as his voice distorted he drilled his thumbs in Vox’s hips, scratching slightly under his clothes.
Vox’s face became black for a few seconds, before returning to his loud self, pounding with his free hands on Alastor’s chest.
«Such a sweet sound.»
«Ḍ̷̙̙̪̏́̏̒͊e҈̫̓̓̈ͅĥ̴̤̖̪̓́͗̀a҉̤̩͙̏̿ĥ̴̤̖̪̓́͗̀a҉̤̩͙̏̿ĥ̴̤̖̪̓́͗̀a҉̤̩͙̏̿l̸̳͓͔͇̗̋͌̈ ḍ̶̣͎͍͇̐̂̉̿̎e̷͎̘͌̈a҈̫͎͆̏̇l̵͉͚͓̃̄ ḍ̶̣͎͍͇̐̂̉̿̎e̷͎̘͌̈e҈̫̓̓̈ͅĥ̴̤̖̪̓́͗̀e҈̫̓̓̈ͅĥ̴̤̖̪̓́͗̀a҈̫͎͆̏̇l̵͉͚͓̃̄.» his glitched and distorted voice came so soft to Alasto’s ear.
Alastor stopped with a chuckle.
«You enjoyed it.» he said before stepping away.
«Oh well don’t think I didn’t notice your tail wagging.» the tv demon whispered with a smile on his face.
Alastor turned himself, hiding his back and his stupid soft tail, a small blush colouring his cheeks.
Vox laughed again, a genuine laugh, and then grabbed his own glass. The older man way eyeing him, fingers ready to summon his power once more.
Vox drank slowly, feeling the warmth of the alcohol. He closed his eyes, enjoying the taste.
Alastor smiled at him, the genuine smile reserved to these late night, where the alcohol in their veins made their heads lighter and their words easier to leave their lips.
The words Alastor pronounced forty-five years ago echoed in the empty room. They sounded sincere, no filter altering them, just honesty and liquor on his tongue.
«You’re like a sparkle in the night Vox. You make this dark world brighter with your smile. Remember that»
Vox closed his eyes and let out a sight. He hugged himself for a moment and let those words sink in, burning his soul.
He allowed himself to feel this way for a few seconds, before turning everything off and straightening his jacket.
He had to go now.
He needed to find out what that pompous old prick was planning.
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I feel like I’ve been working on this fics for a month, but it’s actually been a couple of weeks.
I loved exploring Vox and Alastor’s dynamic and showing Alastor being kind of a mentor for Vox.
Initially Valentino had a part in this fic, but in the end his role got cut off, but who knows! I might explore their relationship and how it affected Vox and Alastor in future fics! In this universe (yeah, the one I created pretty much for this single tickle fic) Al and Vox originally had a strong relationship, something between platonic and romantic, that got ruined when Vox met Valentino and started hanging out with him (Even though I strongly believe that in the serie Vox was the one that fell in love and Alastor was just trying to get something out of him and eventually got tired of Vox and left him)
The first scene felt really like when Hamilton and Burr go drink together at the beginning of the musical ahahahaha.
I don’t know when will I publish the new fic, it will take me a long time before I am able to write so much again.
Let me know what you think guys 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻
#tickle fic#hazbin hotel tickle#lee!vox#ticklish!vox#ler!alastor#i hope it’s well written I’m stressing so much#i started writing with no idea for a plot#but i can totally see Alastor getting mad for not drinking in tge ‘right way’#and Vox being an impatient little shit about it#idk I love them so much#and really I need to get lee!vox out of my system
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Yesterday's Windtrace session was utter chaos but it peaked with this game. Why play by the rules when you can *checks notes* go on a double date.
#not pictured: the other childe starting off by sitting next to me and telling me i look good#force of chaos#genshin#zhongchi#... zhongchi²#i love when other players pick matching characters#literally the first game i was with a wanderer and a nahida and we just hung out like 'how's retirement' 'im with my new mom'#if i have tartaglia the odds of someone picking their zhongli are SO high i live for it#another game i was with 3 raidens#unfortunately couldn't make it 4 since i don't have her myself#a bit that made me laugh on the same map with another game: round with a lumine and a zhongli#the lumine very excitedly follows me around and sits next to me#spots the zhongli and goes#'I STOLE YOUR BOYFRIEND'#windtrace am i right#if anyone is wondering what's being said in russian in that first screenshot#it's basically 'this is beautiful'#so really we were all on the same page
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tattoos
simon riley x reader
summary: you colour simon’s tattoos during a briefing.
tags: secret relationship, soap being soap, ghost and soap’s bromance bc they need more content together, tattoos, me going feral over simon’s tattoo bc slfnndkdhsbrkci, rudy is reader’s bestie, alejandro is grumpy, he’s just not a morning person, gaz is just there
wow 2 posts in one day 😍
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simon’s sat down, eyes scanning over the room. price was waiting for everyone to get in the briefing room and settle, reading over his notes which gave simon a brief time to settle in. sitting in crowded rooms always made him anxious, even though he knew everyone in the room, it was still nerve-racking. you take a seat next to him, giving him a wide and friendly smile as soap takes the seat on his left. rudy, being close to you, sits on your other side and simon gives him a short nod. the two weren’t close, rudy always got uncomfortable around simon, but you two were best friends so simon tried coming off more friendly. the spanish man smiles awkwardly, looking at his lap as he fiddles with his pen. you snatch up the highlighters in the middle of the table, as per usual, and start doodling slightly on your notes.
soon enough, price starts the briefing, yet simon’s watching you. you’re drawing a little frog, colouring it in with the highlighter, then you glance up at johnny and add on a little mohawk. simon smiles at the sight of the soapfrog drawing. you carefully peel the sticky note from the pad, pushing it over to soap who accepts it and smiles a little, trying not to laugh. on the note below it, you start doodling a little stereotypical sheet covered ghost. simon rolls his eyes, looking back up at price, who sounds tired considering it’s 6 am. the feeling of a pen on his forearm makes simon jump a little, and he looks down. you’re colouring his tattoo with expert precision. the flames decorating his tanned skin are now highlighted orange, and simon moves his arm a little over to allow you more room. you smile at him, and his heart skips a beat. he sits completely still, as if he moved anymore than breathing would disrupt your work. you shuffle a little next to him, nudging your chair closer so you had more room to colour him in. eventually, you tap his wrist and he flips his hand over, pretending to roll his eyes as you start on the other side of his hand. the feeling of the cool tip of the highlighters was rather calming to him, albeit the smell was making him a little dizzy.
the briefing is taking forever due to some technical difficulties and everyone’s getting restless. price had stepped out to get someone more suited with tech, and you had moved on from highlighting simon’s tattoos to doodling upon the back of his hand. johnny notices, smiling a little. “can i have a go, l.t?” he asks teasingly, making alejandro and rudy glance up from their phones, gaz had his head down on the table and you all assumed he was asleep. “no.” simon deadpans, and you snort a little. “aw, but l.t-“ johnny is cut off by a glare, and he raises his hands in fake surrender. “draw on these, johnny.” you say, pushing your sticky notes over. johnny nods, drawing a poor image of you, rudy, simon and alejandro as stick figures. simon glances down at his hand, you’d drawn a tiny version of him, it was cutesy and he adored it. (he silently makes a note to take a picture of it later in private so it wasn’t lost forever). you had also drawn a cat wearing his mask as well as a little bar of soap next to the cat. “you have a notepad, y/n.” alejandro tells you, and you nod. “i know.” you reply, voice rather innocent considering alejandro was speaking to you as if you were a child drawing on the walls.
“ghost isn’t a notepad.” alejandro scolds, and you shrug. “he doesn’t mind, do you simon?” you smile at him, and he shakes his head. “look at his forearm.” you grin, holding his hand up so everyone in the room could see. “jesus christ…” rudy mutters, hiding a laugh behind his hand as he looks at alejandro’s unimpressed expression. the older man sighs, running a hand over his face. “look.” soap says, showing his tiny drawing of the crew. “aw that’s so cute.” you laugh, and johnny grins. “is that meant to be me?” alejandro asks, accepting the drawing from the sergeant. he shows rudy who laughs fully. “you’re built like a square, coronel.” rudy teases, pointing to the little angry face on the drawing. “i can see that, pendejo.” alejandro gently whacks rudy with the notepad, and he laughs more. you’re laughing as well, and simon presses his knee into your leg. you look at him and smile, hand slipping under the desk to rest upon his thigh. your fingers run soft circles over his pant leg, massaging the muscle. simon practically relaxes right there, leaning into you a little more. it wasn’t that obvious, so you nudge him back playfully. “how do you have so much energy in the morning.”
“me and rudy have been up all night, we’re both piped up on 12 energy drinks- each.” you reply, smiling brightly. “jesus christ… get some sleep tonight, yeah?” simon tells you, his hand squeezing yours. “i can’t when you’re not there.” you respond, frowning. simon feels his heart squeeze. “i’ll see what i can do.” he mutters, the room falling silent as price steps back in. “right, shall we carry on?” the captain asks, and everyone mutters in agreement. gaz raises his head groggily, letting out a soft “wha’..?” price rolls his eyes, continuing with the briefing. simon sits silently, hand encasing yours. occasionally, he glances down at the doodles on his skin. he was truly in love with you and all the weird little antics you had harboured over the years. no matter what, the two of you would always belong to each other, and you could always draw upon his arms.
#simon riley#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley x reader#ghost x reader#mw ghost#ghost cod#cod x reader#cod mw2#cod mwii#:// 🍨 rudyyyy <33#// 🍨 vcnillazelda#// 🍨 call of duty
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I love a man in shorts - Oscar Piastri x Wolff!Reader
Masterlist
summary: when people start to notice Oscar only owns one outfit they start calling him out for being a dad and you can’t help but see it too.
f1updates
Austin, Texas
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f1updates Oscar has arrived in Austin Texas this morning. He was all smiles and giggles greeting the local Papaya fans.
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f1stansss I‘m convinced this man doesn’t own long pants
user355 right? he needs a stylist
f1god he is a simple man
piastriii Y/n is there toooo
user355 she should try to get him dressed better
f2starter the guy owns two outfits; mclaren gear and shorts and shirt
user37 right he gives off sich dad vibes
landonorris @y/n.wolff this is your man?
y/n.wolff @oscarpiastri you’re being attacked broooo
oscarpiastri shut up Lando
y/n.wolff
Austin
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y/n.wolff dads :)
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lewishamilton ?
y/n.wolff the girls that get it, get it.
user345 hahaha not her confusing sir lewis hamilton
user221 the way lewis is sitting has me dead
oscarpiastri aha, getting the reference ;)
f1troll shorts and shirt king
f1lover oscar has me dead, he is truly such a dad
georgerussell63 lewis is looking horrid in those pants
lewishamilton you didn’t even make the slide show shut up
mclaren Oscar is truly dad material
landonorris more like daddy
y/n.wolff LANDO!
toto.wolff ??
landonorris
Austin
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landonorris @mclaren, next time Oscar gets to bring his child I‘d like a warning
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mclaren loud and clear Lando
oscarpiastri wow, what a great picture really did me well
y/n.wolff i love it, especially the cup, thanks lan :)
oscarpiastri don‘t
user457 uhh daddy coming through
pierregasly was it bring your child to work day?
charles_leclerc someone tell Carlos he can finally bring his
y/n.wolff gasp
f1troll so the RUMOURS are true?
y/n.wolff
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y/n.wolff texas had my heart, let‘s go halloween and mexicooo, thanks for the sippy cup lan :)
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landonorris stunning (the last picture)
toto.wolff the first picture is not very nice
lewishamilton don’t embarass her
y/n.wolff daaaaad
kellypiquet you look absolutely stunning
user456 y/n‘s so cute, oscar really won
f1update fav wag
user676 wag and dad
charlottesine miss you lots :(
y/n.wolff miss you too, see you soon though :)
mclaren
Mexico
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mclaren dad off grid, daddy on grid
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y/n.wolff dead
mercedesamgf1 totos throwing his headphones again
user233 the second photo damn
f1troll hot right
f1 the famous stance though
piastrilovers my poor oscar is getting so much hate :(
landonorris nah he loves the attention
oscarpiastri thin ice lando
f1gossip
Mexico
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f1gossip Lewis when asked about his newly earned „dad“ title by teamboss daughter Y/n
„I personally don’t really get it. But people think it’s fun right. But I love Y/n, she’s a treat to have around.“
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user566 awww he‘s like a big brother
f1troll lewis and y/n are the real father daughter duo
f1fans crazy to think Lewis has watched her grow up
user456 yes he‘s always loved her so much
landonorris Oscars probably throwing his phone hehe
piastrifans ariana? what are you doing here?
user455 Lando is just as involved in gossip as we are
landonorris
Checos hometown
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landonorris mexico con papa 🍼 (y mama)
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oscarpiastri
Texas
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oscarpiastri the only thing that makes me a dad is my „ipad kid“ girlfriend
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user345 wait this makes actual sense hahah
y/n.wolff wow horrid pictures
oscarpiastri you look as lovely as always
f1troll 1:1 Oscar
y/nstans she is truly an ipad kid
landonorris good one osc
y/n.wolff shut up Lando
mercedesamgf1 googles what an Ipad kid means
user355 the best couple on the grid
georgerussell63 couple of children right
lewishamilton y/n and a cow? she‘s scared of them?
y/n.wolff
Mexico
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y/n.wolff mexico was a treat, i love you @oscarpiastri
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lewishamilton awww the first one
oscarpiastri move about two steps two the right and you‘re right where you belong
georgerussell63 you built the LEGO WITHOUT ME?
mercedesamgf1 its mclaren George?
user455 its mclaren georgie
toto.wolff too much orange but you look beautiful
mclaren parents
landonorris what a viewwwww damn
y/n.wolff talking bout yourself again huhhh?
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Hobie Headcannons cs some of y’all be treating this man like he’s some white goth nga that’s never had black experiences 😭😭 these are js off the top of my head so don’t tweak out… JUH VIBE
He’s most likely Jamaican/British or African/British because he’s from the UK
He has had multiple people try to force him into playing basketball at least once because he’s 6’5
“Man, so you telling me you ain’t never tried going D1?”
“Never even played.”
“NIGGA WHAT?”
Has gotten his hand popped multiple times from touching his hair while getting it done
“How many do you have left?”
“Boy move that damn hand.”
Gives horrible advice then says “but I don’t kno, thats just me”
“She cheated on me bru. Like cheated. Called me ON FACETIME while they was hunchin.”
“Me personally I would find the guy and start a gas leak in their house while his family is sleeping. But ion kno, that’s just me tho.”
Played soccer as a kid with a makeshift paper soccer ball
Was one of those kids who were forced to finish their plate before leaving the dinner table so he would sit at the table till the next day playing with his food
Illegally listens to and downloads most of the music he likes
“Wanna do a Spotify blend?”
“Y’all use that shi?”
“who df are you bro…”
Will side eye you till you burst out laughing if you both see something crazy in public
Sung chi-chi man religiously as a child before he knew what the song meant (iykyk)
Takes pictures of white people with braids or locs
Hobie: Attachment: 1
disgusting creatures…
Hangs trash bags on his doorknobs around the house
Had entire debates as a child with older people at the cookout on why he should be able to eat ribs instead of hotdogs
“These steaks for the adults, go grab a lil hotdog and a juice.”
“But why? Can’t we both eat and enjoy the same things without you having to dehumanize me and view me only as a child without preferences for food?”
“Boy go get that fuckin hotdog and caprisun get out my face.”
Had his hairline pushed back astronomically far when he was little (Nigerian boy canon event)
On the other hand he probably never had his hair cut as a kid and started free-forming when he was young (I’m conflicted between both)
Constantly had a smart mouth as a kid (he still does), like CONSTANTLY. Once he got his lips snatched and balled into a fist
Would steal, get caught and say is “it cause I’m black?”
“Yo, were you stealing back there?”
“Why bruv? Cause I’m black?”
“Nevermind.”
Touches hot ass food with his bare hands. Like he will flip pancakes with his hands.
Can literally sleep anywhere.. like anywhere. People in his band have pictures of him hunched over on sinks, sleeping on bathroom floors, in bathtubs with the curtains wrapped around him, on the bus. Anywhere you can think of.
He doesn’t spend much money on birthday gifts or gifts in general. He likes to make things by hand even if he has to spend a few weeks
After his shows he loves to meet people in the crowd, even if they freak out. He isn’t really for the idolizing so he doesn’t know how to express his emotions too much on that.
“OH MY GOD HOBIE!?!”
“i aint think i was that special but thanks luv”
• His jacket makes HELLA noise and he doesn’t realize it. Just like if he had beads in his hair.
“imma get bro good this time..”
“Hobie don’t even try to scare me, i hear that big ass jacket thumpin down the hallway.”
• The first time he kissed a girl with lip piercings like his, they got caught on each other. They sat there for almost half and hour trying to untangle each other without hurting each other.
• He’s definitely been called a few different celebrities before, none really looked like him.
“Are you playboi carti?!”
“Bruv.”
over.
“Your that rockstar dude lancey right?”
“bru…”
and over.
“you Opium?”
“I’m starting to feel this is lowkey sterotypical…”
and over again.
• When he’s in the pit at concerts he looks out for the younger people towards the front to make sure they don’t get thrashed around too hard.
“you good young’n?”
“I CANT FEEL MY FACE”
“that’s cool too”
• He only really steals from big corporations, not small family owned places. Just out of respect. Even when they say he can take things for free he still pays, maybe a few dollars over budget.
• He loves collecting trinkets and little things he finds on the streets or backstage. He has multiple spoons, buttons and scrap fabrics laying around
• When he first learned about capitalism he realized it everywhere, like EVERYWHERE. That boy was pissed.
• He loves girls who can beat him tf up, like whoop his ass. Or girls who will cuss him tf out. Sometimes you both will be arguing and he’ll just sit back and let you go off on him.
anyways yawl that’s it lmk if I should drop some more this was fun asl to make 😛
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christmas in monaco - cl16 [2]
Trying to even bring up boys with Max ends up in a fight. You and Charles have a heart-to-heart. Daniel and Carlos help you devise a plan.
warnings/notes: comparing Max to Jos during the fight, mentions of shit parents, one (1) jab at Kelly, the chapter is serious and then Daniel shows up and that goes to shit, the last bit of set up before i go full scooby-do search party through the doors on you guys
verstappen!reader x charles leclerc, secret dating/brothers best friend
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You know you're in for it when you open the door to Max's apartment, groceries tucked lazily in one arm and coffees in the other and he's staring at you.
"What?" You ask as if you have no idea what he wants. You can see Penelope laying on the floor, coloring while some cartoon you've never heard of plays, and thus immediately switch to Dutch.
"[Why do you look like you're mad at me?]" You say, walking over to where he sits on the kitchen island, plopping down the groceries, and handing him the coffee you'd bought. Kelly's off doing god knows what today, leaving the two of you to watch Penelope before you return to your apartment next door.
"[Who is he?]" Max asks, taking the coffee with a nod of a thank you as he helps you organize the groceries. You knew posting that picture would cause this conversation, you and Charles had spoken about easing Max into the fact you were dating at all, and maybe it wasn't the best idea. Max had been fiercely protective over you since you were kids, you don't know why you assumed he'd stop now that you were adults.
"[I haven't told anyone yet. We're keeping it hush.] Okay?" You speak softly, setting down some things for dinner. Simple pasta, since Penelope had picked that over pizza--as long as you made her meatballs as well. You pluck the ingredients from the mess of other groceries, making sure you have everything as Max leans back in his seat.
"[Oh, so I'm just anyone now?]" Max lifts his hands in agitation, the same accusatory tone of your father's ringing in Max's voice. You swallow your vitriol, crossing your arms taught over Charles' hoodie you wear as you cross the room, then you tug up the red sleeves of the hoodie as you set down the ingredients for dinner by the stove.
"[Max, come on.]" You urge, hoping he'll drop it. But he's as stubborn as your father and as impatient as him too.
"[No, I feel like I have a right to be upset over this, how long have you two been seeing each other?]" His pointed glare at you as you whisk out a pan from under the stove makes your skin burn hot. You pause, mouth opening and closing as you slowly slide the pot onto the stove. If you say two years, does that link you to Charles too quickly? But if you lie, will Max see right through you? And you can't dodge the question, not here, not now.
"A couple months." You say. Yeah, twenty-four of them, then you scoff when Max makes a face, "[Stop acting like a child.]"
"[And how come Danny knows?]"
"[He found out on accident, and honestly I remember now why I didn't wanna tell you.]" You huff, filling the pot with water and clicking the burner on. You tie your hair up lazily, looking over at Max as your crack-open fridge next to the stove and then turn to grab the ingredients to make the sauce, "[you're treating me like a toddler.]"
"[You're my baby sister, I feel like I am kinda... obligated, to be concerned?]" Max's voice is sharp as you start to whip up the same sauce you've been making since you were fourteen. Max stands up and crosses the room to stand next to you, "[And I'm not treating you like a toddler. It's my job to protect you as your brother.]"
"[I'm a year younger than you! I'm not a baby, you just don't trust me, which is fucking stupid because I'm not the one dating a woman almost a decade older than me!]" You huff as you turn to Max, who tries to stammer some defense to his situation but you don't give him a chance to, "[and I don't know why you think I can't date drivers, by the way, you trust those guys with your life but not my heart?]"
"[Those guys are cheaters, I don't want you hurt.]" Max runs a hand through his hair, watching as you continue making the sauce. You can tell, just by his eyes, that he's thinking of the times you used to make him pasta after races growing up. You try to not think about the past.
"Who?" You ask, looking at the sauce and burning the red color into your retinas, mentally praying that he's not catching onto you.
"Lando, probably." Max huffs, stepping back, "Charles."
"Charles?" You hum, hating that you come to his defense immediately and not Lando's, "[The guy who just announced the girl he's been dating for two years?]"
"[He's done some interesting things.]" Max says in his defense and you can't help but laugh. You knew before Charles met you he had been a bit of a womanizer, or 'man-whore' as your friends so kindly said. But with you, it was like Charles was a brand new person.
"[You're so overdramatic.]" You deadpan, turning to add the noodles to the sauce and Max scoffs.
"[I'm trying to protect you so you don't end up with someone like Dad!]"
"[You haven't even met my boyfriend yet and you're assuming the worst! Why are you being such a dick, Max!?]" You slam the spoon down and then flinch, remembering Penelope is in the other room the second you do it. It takes a few seconds, and then her little head peeks around the doorway.
"Are you fighting?" She asks sweetly and you shake your head.
"No, Penny, it's fine." You try to smile at her, but Max seems to have taken another level of offense to everything.
"Y/n. [Go fuck off to your mystery boy, why don't you?]" Max takes the spoon off the counter. His cold shoulder isn't something new, but it's the way he says it, sounding like the harsh whispers your father would pass at you in public, makes you swallow hard. You walk across the room, grabbing your purse and car keys off the table before kneeling down in front of Penelope and kissing her hairline.
"I'll see you tomorrow, okay honey? Sorry if I scared you when I slammed the spoon down." You squeeze her in a tight hug, closing your eyes as you feel Max's eyes burn into the back of your head.
"Okay, Tante Y/n." She smiles, throwing her tiny arms around you, "And it's okay, I thought you dropped it."
You step back, kissing her hairline again, before getting up and leaving the apartment in a breeze, coffee forgotten. Your hands fumble with your phone, finding Charles' contact and sending him a quick message as you try and calm your anger.
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You have a spare key, and as you jiggle your phone and keys in your hands to find it, the door swings open and two arms wrap around you. Laughing softly, you bury your face into the fabric of Charles' sweater and sigh heavily. He's warm, smelling of the usual cedar cologne you'd bought for him a while back. He also smells weakly like his hair products and if you try to search for it, your perfume lingers on his neck.
"Hi, amour." You murmur into the fabric and he bends at the knee enough to scoop you up to carry you the few inches inside before popping you back on your feet as he uses one hand to push the door shut.
"Hi." He says back, stepping back and squishing your cheeks in his hands and peppers soft kisses to your hairline, "Sorry about Max."
"It's fine. He's just being overprotective again." You kick off your shoes and follow Charles to the living room, flopping down on his couch and burying your head in your hands.
"You know if..." Charles sighs, hand coming through his hair and then pausing as he scratches at his neck, "If it's gonna be easier for you, I can try and talk to him?"
"No... I should tell him, he's my brother. I just don't think now is a good time?" You say as Charles pops down next to you on the couch and you shift so you can lay his head in your lap as you kick your feet onto the coffee table to rest, "he just seems so... agitated."
"Because you're dating?"
"He's afraid I'm gonna end up with someone like Dad. That's the problem. He doesn't trust anyone with me and gives them no chances. He thought Jolie was a drug dealer for like, six months!"
"She's a teacher?" Charles turns to you and you can't help but just laugh because that's Max.
"I know!" You huff.
Silence lulls for a while, and then Charles sits up and grabs you to unceremoniously pull you against his chest as he lays you both down on the couch. your face squishes against his hands as he peppers soft kisses to your hairline, the apples of your cheeks, and your nose, before pressing one long kiss to your lips. Pulling back just enough to murmur,
"I wanna spend Christmas with you, properly, this year." He says against your lips, your eyes fluttering before he presses his thumb to your pulse to draw you back enough to make eye contact, "I want to be able to post you, to talk about you with everyone because you're so fucking amazing, and I wanna meet your siblings and your mom and go on holidays with you guys and have our moms meet because Maman and Arthur both adore you and..."
Charles drawls off for a moment, hands coming up to cup your face as he thumbs along the warm, delicate skin of your cheeks, "I want, one day, to be able to get down on one knee and give you my whole heart."
Your pulse rams under his touch, cheeks dusted red, eyes wide but happily smiling as he leans in to lock in a long kiss, then he peppers some pecks on the corners of your mouth.
"The problem is, I can't do anything without Max knowing about us. Two years of us dating without telling him is already bad enough and he's been in my life since we were kids--even if we absolutely hated each other at first." Charles sighs, pressing a final quick kiss to your lips before letting you rest your head on his chest, "I feel terrible he doesn't know."
"But you know what he said." You sigh, closing your eyes against the warm fabric of his sweater--the grey one you'd bought for him a while back.
"I know, but we're either going to tell Max, or Max will find out." Charles sighs, "I prefer the first if I'm honest."
Even as you nod in agreement, you feel sick. The bubble of you and Charles had been safe for so long, that you weren't sure if you wanted to let Max in. But he was your brother, a year and fifteen days older, and you had told him everything up to this point. You'd be lying if you said you didn't also feel like shit for keeping Max out of the loop, but yet you feel like you have to.
"How'd Daniel find out?" Charles asks after a moment and he looks at you with those big eyes that make your heart thrum under your skin, love, and adoration seep from him and you don't understand at that moment how he could've ever been a womanizer when he looks at you like you hung the moon and stars just for him.
And then a small smirk peeks across his lips, "Because I know how Carlos did--"
"That one was your fault, Leclerc." You poke his chest, "Not locking the driver's room door was stupid."
"It was! But we're lucky it was Carlos."
"We're lucky we were only kissing."
"[We could've done more.]" He teases, making sure to really ramp up his accent as he speaks French so it's a bit harder for you to follow along, but you get the gist and whack his chest.
"Daniel saw me leaving, he was in the area doing media stuff." You explain, "I guess he saw me leaving."
"Oh, I thought it was because he moved in downstairs last week." Charles hums and you snap your eyes open and exclaim--
"What?!"
"Mhm. And Carlos lives in this building too." Charles looks over at you from where his eyes had been burning a hole in the ceiling, "Mon chéri, a lot of the drivers live in Monaco."
"I'm gonna lose it." You grumble, then pause, sitting up so you're hovering over Charles, one of his hands slides to support your waist immediately so you don't slide off.
"Carlos and Danny know." You say.
"Mhm."
"And... Carlos is your best friend--"
"--Arguably--"
"--and Danny is arguably Max's best friend, behind you."
"Uh-huh."
"...What if we ask them for help?"
"Absolutely not am I asking those two," Charles says and you huff.
"Come on! We clearly can't do it ourselves!" You exclaim, bouncing yourself on him with your arms, making him grunt as your body weight hits him.
"Daniel will tell us to do some sort of skit and Carlos will say for us to just say it!" Charles grips your waist and pulls you closer, "I don't need their shit advice."
"Maybe we need their guidance, and I promise it won't be bad! I promise! We can invite them over, have some wine and dinner, and voice our concerns--maybe they know something about Max we don't! Maybe they'll know he won't be mad or something."
"Y/n." He sighs, tilting his head back and closing his eyes.
"Charles!" You whine, "Look, if they give us shit advice, we kick them out and go back to the drawing board."
"Fine. But I'm holding you to this."
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"I'm going to kick Danny out in about five seconds." You hiss to Charles and he laughs.
"Dude!" Danny shouts from where he sits on the floor, "I'm just saying, Max likes Charles. We all see it!"
"Believe me." Carlos hums into his wine, "There's a reason that... what is it... Lestappen shit is so popular. He's not gonna be mad its Charles. If it was like... me? Probably. Charles and Daniel are probably the only two drives you could date."
"And Yuki." Charles hums, "I don't think Yuki could do wrong."
"He might stab someone with the chef's knives he got for Secret Santa." Daniel points out and you snort.
"But you seriously have nothing to worry about." Carlos nods, "Honestly, you both are so stressed about it, I don't think either of you can think clearly."
You huff, "I feel like I can be stressed though. Max will either be fine with it or hate me forever."
"No, not forever, étoile." Charles hums, pressing a kiss to the side of your head as he draws you close.
"I don't think Max can physically hate you. I think he'd explode." Daniel hums, "Remember when you were sick and he thought you were ignoring him but you just literally couldn't hear out of one ear and he almost had a crisis?"
"You remember that?" You blink at Daniel. That had been only shortly after you'd met Daniel, the first race of that season. You were so delirious you couldn't remember most of the weekend, but you remember Christian and Daniel holding that over Max's head for weeks after.
"I do because he almost lost his mind for like four hours thinking you were mad at him and ignoring him. And then you rolled over and woke up from your nap." Daniel finishes the unceremonious story and Charles and Carlos burst into high-pitched laughter.
"He didn't think to like, shake her shoulder?" Carlos asks between laughter, finishing off his wine and grabbing a bottle from the little makeshift bowl cooler you put on the floor. He pours himself another glass and then tops everyone else off before putting the bottle back.
"He knew she was sick, and Y/n specifically told him not to touch her or go near her while she was sick." Daniel explains, thanking Carlos before taking a sip of the wine, "It was ridiculous. And then he made her promise that she wasn't actually mad."
"It was pretty funny." You grin and Carlos nods.
"So then Daniel is right, Max can't stand you being angry at him. So he can't be angry with you. If he is, he's a hypocrite, and fuck him, obviously." Carlos raises his glass in mock toast as sarcasm bleeds through his sentence halfway through, "But I can't say he won't be mad. He might be furious when he finds out, you have explained how protective Max can be, but I think he'll feel better knowing it's Charles."
"Charles is like his best friend," Daniel hums, "if you're dating someone he trusts I'm sure he'll feel better about it."
"Didn't we just make this point?" Carlos turns to Daniel who nods.
"Yeah, but it's a good one, so make it again."
"Max trusts Charles so it's fine," Carlos says and you laugh, waving your hands.
"Okay, so how the fuck do we do this?"
The plan is simple but effective. And it takes a few words to describe; be exactly the same, but a bit less secretive.
And the best way to start that is via social media. Once again.
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y/nverstappen: he called me his star <3
joliejolie: CYOOTIE PATOOTIE WHHAAAT
user1: caption??? GUYS?? CAPTION??
maxverstappen: i still don't know who
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charlesleclerc: never getting rid of this camera.
user2: get me someone who will do this for me.
danielricciardo: DUDE THERE ARE KIDS HERE.
⤷ landonorris: im covering oscar and logans eyes
⤷ logansargeant: yeah ok.
⤷ charlesleclerc: ill get worse
⤷ oscarpiastri: pls no
⤷ carlossainz: ill buy u wine if you do
⤷ danielricciardo: DONT ENCOURAGE THAT WE DONT NEED A FUCKING HOMICIDE ON OUR HANDS??? CARLOS???
⤷ ynverstappen: why is DANIEL on damage control??
user1: why is this the sweetest thing ever?
ynverstappen.jpg: make a jpg coward
⤷ charlesleclerc.jpg: who says i dont have one.
⤷ landonorris.jpg: its just priv.
⤷ danielricciardo: unpriv coward
⤷ charlesleclerc: ok ?
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charlesleclerc.jpg: in her own world.
arthurleclerc: vomiting. put clothes on.
y/nverstappen: TWO shirtless photos. BRO.
⤷ charlesleclerc: oops.
maxverstappen: so she takes after you with not wearing a shirt?
⤷ charlesleclerc: low blow
⤷ ynverstappen: accurate blow tbh
landonorris: where is ferrari's pr manager.
⤷ carlossainz: no one can help her.
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y/nverstappen.jpg: some fuckin gems in my camera roll recently
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danielricciardo: WHEN WAS THAT TAKEN I DO NOT RECALL
⤷ carlossainz: shit talk night w her and charles
⤷ danielricciardo: after the advice?
⤷ ynverstappen.jpg: yes and u still owe me a new shirt >:(
maxverstappen: can you ever post a nice photo of me on here?
⤷ y/nverstappen: nope <3!
charlesleclerc: the banana is so old why now
⤷ ynverstappen.jpg: comedy
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And by god, it starts working.
You're walking with Charles, hands intertwined as you wiggle through the tiny stalls in the small market that's popped up for the holidays. You both find a small corner to hide, stealing a chaste kiss and then you pop a chocolate strawberry in his mouth.
"Oh, damn." He hums, "You are right, these are amazing."
"I told you!" You grin, peeking behind your shoulder to see if anyone is watching. You swear you make eye contact with Max, but the longer you look the less the guy looks like Max so you turn back around.
"You good?" Charles rests a hand on your waist and you nod, taking a strawberry into your mouth and sighing.
"Mhm. Just hate hiding." You lean into his touch, letting him wrap a firm arm around your waist as he peppers a few kisses to your hairline.
"Hey, think about it this way." Charles says, "Soon we won't have to."
As you step back and agree, Daniel pops up next to you with big wide eyes--and not the usual excited ones you're used to seeing.
"Hey, Max, on your six." He pokes your shoulder and you make a face, before Daniel waves his arms around in some sort of odd gesture and hisses out to you, "Clock direction!"
"Oh-!" You whip around as Charles' hand moves off your waist and walking towards you is none other than your brother. Offering a soft smile and wave.
"Hey! Didn't think you'd be here!" You call and he pokes your arm, crossing his arms over his chest as you, Charles, and Daniel kinda scramble to make it look like nothing was going on.
"Kelly wanted to grab some flowers for the kitchen," Max hums. The two of you hadn't really apologized for anything said during the argument. In your family, arguments were never really apologized for, you kinda of just moved on from everything. So even if there was still a bit of an awkward twinge, nothing was said.
"Oh! Somehow Charles and Daniel haven't had the strawberries so I brought them here to try them." You smile, and someone's hand comes to your jaw. You blink as Charles uses one of the napkins to poke your cheek.
"You got chocolate on your face, somehow." He murmurs and you laugh, grabbing his wrist and taking the napkin into your own hands.
"Thank you, Charlie." You blot where he says the chocolate is and you notice Max giving you a weird look. Looking over at your brother, you go to say something before Daniel pulls Max away to look at something, mouthing to you both,
"Be more discreet, maybe?"
And you can't help the giggles that leave your mouth as you lean into Charles and he wraps an arm around you, laughing out apologies.
Yeah, Max was gonna catch on.
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and now you and Charles had to get real good at lying and dodging watchful eyes. Monaco was a small little country, and now that it would be filled with more people who knew you, it was about to become a real challenge to see if you could make it through the holidays without anyone knowing or noticing.
Oh, especially when your Christmas Eve dinner was now going to have the Leclerc's stopping by as well.
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alanna kennedy, “my left side is my best side”, golden hour beach
golden hour II a.kennedy
"mac gimme a piggyback!" you launched yourself onto the taller girl who grunted and stumbled forward slightly, hurrying to grab your legs as your arms wrap around her neck.
"can't your girlfriend do this?" the goalkeeper sighed, alanna a hundred or so metres ahead deep in conversation with ellie and hayley.
"don't act like you don't miss me when we're not on camp maccy." you cooed pinching her cheeks, the other girls turning to make their way down the stairs and onto the beach.
you'd grown up playing football with the goalkeeper and it was her who introduced you to alanna long before the two of you even started dating, but from day one you couldn't help but be drawn to the tall blondes confidence.
"right freeloader off! rides over." mackenzie dropped you down to your feet, racing onto the beach after caitlin who had taken peach off the leash, all of you playing a friendly in wollongong against portugal the coming weekend.
"don't you dare!" you stopped mid step, foot hovering above the sand as your girlfriend appeared. "my vintage dunks are not getting sandy or wet." alanna warned sternly as you gave her an innocent smile, forever raiding her extensive closet which may as well have been just as much yours as hers.
"piggyback then? turn around." you gestured as the blonde simply scoffed. "yeah you wish babe, sit." you nearly fell backwards as her hands fell to your shoulders and pushed you to sit on the stairs.
"lani!" you protested as your girlfriend pulled your shoes off, swatting your feet away as you tried to kick her away. "seriously? i'm not walking around barefoot its freezing!" you scowled as she shrugged.
"stop stealing my shoes then." the blonde smirked, holding them hostage in one hand as the other was extended for you to take. "give me yours then, they're already sandy." you bargained nodding down to the shoes on her own feet.
"why should i walk around barefoot? like you said babe, its freezing." the blonde scoffed as you fixed her with a firm look. "would you like to get laid in the next two weeks alanna?" you warned, her smile dropping and you could have laughed at the speed in which her shoes were stripped off and shoved onto your feet.
"you're like a horny teenage boy." you shook your head in disbelief, accepting her hand up. "well when your girlfriends as hot as mine is, you just can't help it babe." alanna smirked, lightly smacking your ass and stealing a kiss before you could tell her off.
stepping down onto the sand you watched a look of disgust cross the blondes face as she did the same. "why didn't you take your socks off you freak!" you laughed as she groaned.
"fuck i don't know i didn't think about it." she moaned in annoyance, handing you the shoes you'd previously been wearing and bending down to slip her socks off. "lani!" you shrieked as she tossed them at you with a grin.
"you're such a child." you shoved the shoes into her chest and took off walking, hearing her follow after you with an amused chuckle.
"work it for the camera, work it!" caitlin yelled out in a funny accent, mackenzie off running with peach and ellie as hayley posed for photos in front of the water and you all gassed her up. "oi el!" the brunette yelled as the defender zapped past and pushed her, sending her tumbling onto her ass.
"fuck now my jeans are all wet. ellie!" hayley took off after her with a growl, peach sprinting with them. "let me guess. you want trio photos?" you sighed as three phones were thrust toward you, the sunset meaning for optimal lighting as the mostly empty beach was bathed in a soft golden glow.
"would you like me to take these before its dark?" you smiled in amusement as the three girls bickered back and forth about how to pose and who to stand, finally falling into some sort of agreement as you snapped at least fifty pictures.
"okay. our turn!" alanna clapped, grabbing your hand as you hastily passed the phone to caitlin before you were dragged into your girlfriends strong hold.
"c'mere sexy." you squealed as suddenly your legs were wrapped around her waist and you clung onto her shoulders as she teasingly pretended to drop you. "now kiss me like you love me." the blonde grinned before puckering her lips expectantly.
"wait! my left side is my best side." alanna pulled back right before you could kiss her, your eyes rolling as did her best friends as she turned so her left side faced the camera.
"babe that was your cue to go 'oh lani baby you don't have a best side, they're both equally as gorgeous'." your girlfriend reminded, making a face as she clearly awaited the words to fall from your mouth which only curled into a smile.
"just shut up and kiss me you freak."
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girl at home | mat barzal | part 4
pairing: mat barzal x fem!reader
summary: you’re eighteen when you find yourself pregnant after Mat leaves for hockey. nearly eight years later, Mat finds out about your daughter and you have to deal with the consequences of not telling him about her.
warnings: not edited, angst, mentions of alcohol, pregnancy, food
word count: 1.3k
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After your unexpected heart-to-heart with Mat, you begin to realize that you’re starting to tread on some thin ice with your relationship with him. Letting those feelings you’d tucked away start to come back was a recipe for disaster because you had Nora to think about. If he really wanted to be a part of her life, the two of you couldn’t start a relationship because if it went wrong, it would ruin the opportunity for him to be in her life comfortably.
However, the problem is how perceptive Nora can be.
Letting yourself have ‘just one moment’ with Mat last night was a bad idea because you wake up on the couch the next morning, Mat holding you close, and a grumpy six-year-old demanding breakfast.
“Eggs please,” Nora demands, curious eyes watching you and Mat. When you make no move to get up off the couch and get her breakfast, she stomps a foot and crosses her arms.
“Grandma said I could have eggs for breakfast,” she says and then pauses before adding: “and she said I could have pancakes. Chocolate chip pancakes.”
“You’re not at grandma’s, are you?” you reply, watching her frown.
“Well then can you bring me to grandma’s?” she replies without missing a beat.
You open your mouth to tell her no, you won’t be bringing her to grandmas with that attitude when Mat interrupts.
“I’ll make some pancakes,” he mumbles sleepily, sitting up and pulling you with him. You turn to tell him no but your mouth goes dry because you forgot how good he looks in the morning. You’re staring long enough that he notices and a smirk tugs at his mouth but he doesn’t say anything, instead standing up and offering a hand to Nora.
“Let’s go make mom some pancakes,” he says and she smiles up at him and it’s just so damn domestic that you want to cry.
You watch them walk over to the kitchen and start preparing the ingredients while you sit there, trying to pull yourself together. He’s falling so seamlessly into being a parent that you can’t decide how to feel. His attentiveness and patience with her could be temporary and then when he realizes how hard being a parent really is, you’ll be left to clean up the mess he leaves behind. On the other hand, he might be serious about the entire thing and everything could work out.
Nora's giggles catch your attention and you look to see Mat cracking an egg on her forehead like the video he had sent you a few days ago, claiming that he would try it on Nora. Almost as if he can sense that you’re watching them, he looks up and catches your eye and grins, tilting his head slightly.
“You wanna help or just sit there all morning?” he teases so you stand up and make your way to the kitchen to stand next to Nora, kissing the forehead when she grins up at you.
“How can I help?”
. . .
It was inevitable that the hockey world would catch wind that Mathew Barzal had a child. Whether it was his now ex-girlfriend, or just someone from home that spilled the beans, suddenly all the sports sites had articles up about it. They can't legally say Nora’s name or show photos of her because she’s still a minor, but they can definitely dig up old high school pictures and find your instagram.
It wasn’t hard to put the pieces together for people to realize that you were his baby mama. You had to turn your social media accounts private because you were suddenly having people comment on your photos, and sending DM’s. Most of them weren’t the nicest, accusing you of kid-trapping Mat and while you knew that it was useless to be upset over it, it was hard. They didn’t and would never know the details but it bothered you to no end, and unfortunately, you took your frustration out on Mat, who took whatever you threw at him. You said things you regretted the next morning and he would just smile and tell you it was fine.
But it wasn’t, and everything crashed down about two weeks after the first article was posted. You woke up to your phone buzzing, calls and texts from your mom, Jax, some other friends and even Liana.
And a single text from Mat that had just two words, and a link attached.
baby daddy: I'm sorry. instagram.com/matbarzal
It was a statement, clearly written by a PR Manager from the Islanders organization. The statement basically said that Mathew Barzal did not in fact have a child. It was just a rumor floating around that a disgruntled fan spread. A lot of people called it bullshit, saying that it was PR cleaning up a mess, which technically they were doing. Then, there were the fans and journalists who did believe the statement and tried to take back whatever they may have said that was mean.
It wasn’t the things other people were saying about it though, it was what Mat wasn’t saying. After the post, he ghosted you for four days, ignoring all the texts and calls even when they were about Nora. Liana and Nadia still asked to see Nora on the weekend that she normally does so you dropped her off Friday evening, noticing that Mat’s car was nowhere to be seen. Nadia and Liana didn’t say anything about the situation, just thanking you for letting Nora stay over for the night and promising to call if anything came up. You didn’t have anything planned so you went back to your apartment, hoping to catch up on some overdue work you’d been letting pile up.
Halfway through writing a draft for a chapter, there’s a knock on your door. You’re once again suspecting it to be Nadia or Liana with Nora but you come face to face with Mat.
Again.
His eyes are trained on the ground, refusing to meet yours. There are a thousand things you want to say, most of them not nice at all but what comes out is: “beer?”
His head shoots up, clearly not expecting that response from you but he nods his head and walks in when you step to the side. He toes off his shoes and walks straight towards the kitchen. By instinct, he opens the fridge to get himself a drink and then pauses, looking at you sheepishly.
“Beer?”
“Water,” you reply and he nods, passing you a bottle of water. You both sit at the kitchen island, drinking your respectable drinks in silence until he clears his throat.
“I’m sorry,” he says. “I didn’t know that they were going to write that. Our public relations manager wrote it and just told me to post it. My agent asked her to clean things up a little because it was getting out of hand. I didn’t want to hurt you or Nora, I swear.”
“It’s too late for that,” you say sharply. “You said you want to be in Nora’s life but she can’t be a secret, Mat! You can’t say you want to try, and then turn around and tell the world that she’s not yours. If you’re not going to be in this one-hundred percent, then you shouldn’t be here at all.”
He must take your last statement as a dismissal because he stands up, slips his shoes on and leaves, closing the door a little harder than necessary.
You sit in silence far too long, part of you foolishly hoping that Mat will come back but you know he won’t. Not today at least. So, you go back to working on your draft but you can’t focus. Part of you wants to try and put yourself in his shoes, to try and understand why he didn’t fight harder against what public relations wanted but you can’t. You can’t imagine not being Nora’s mom and you wonder if maybe this is the way out he was hoping for. Maybe he decided that being a parent was fun for a little while, but when he understood the real consequences and struggles that come along with it, he realized he didn’t want it. That he didn’t want Nora.
Maybe this is his out.
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bad idea - from the start
pairing: bodyguard!jungkook x richdaughter! reader
summary: jungkook’s introduced as your new bodyguard, no matter how much you try to get rid of him, you can’t seem to do so, but he doesn’t seem too bad when he takes care of you after your hangover anyways.
word count: 2k+
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“I swear I won’t go over my budget again, just please, I don’t need one!” You raise your voice a little in frustration, as your father sitting across the table from you gives you a warning look.
You sink back into the uncomfortably hard dining chair in response. You truly believed you didn’t need a whole bodyguard to watch over you, after all, you weren’t a child anymore. So why was your father so persistent in getting you one?
“Look, it isn’t about your budget or your spendings sweetheart,” He sighs, placing down the fork in his hand onto the designer plate in front of him. “It’s also going to be convenient for you, I wouldn’t have to pay the driver to send you places, since the bodyguard I’ll get for you would be able to drive you anywhere, anytime, and it’s a little company in this huge house! He’ll be able to hold the million shopping bags you bring home each time too,”
You roll your eyes at your dad’s joke, a smile slowly creeping onto your face in response.
“And it’s for your own safety too ___, you know what happened to me before I got my own guards,” he tells you.
You nod in response, even though you still felt as though it was not necessary for you to have someone watching over you.
You’ll do whatever it takes to get rid of the bodyguard.
-
That’s how you find yourself standing in front of Jungkook, as you study his figure up and down while your dad rambles on about the stuff Jungkook has to do.
His boots are unnecessarily chunky, you feel. The cologne he was wearing hits your nose as you studied his face, tall nose, huge eyes, lip piercing, tattooed arm, veins tracing his arms.
“___, are you listening?” You snap out of your daze, head whipping towards your father who was currently sitting in his office chair, frowning at your distracted state.
“Sorry, what did you say?” You send him an apologetic smile, as he shakes his head, repeating himself.
“I was saying, Jungkook here has a car, so he’ll be able to take you shopping later since you had mentioned that earlier,”
“What? I can take the driver, I don’t need him to follow me,”
“I’m banning you from the driver, I need him to commute me to my office and home so he’s off limits,” Your father only laughs as he watches your jaw drop.
“Dad, you can’t do that!”
“Yes I can, I just did, so now Jungkook will be your driver, go on,” He points towards the door, signaling for you to get out of his office.
You can only huff as you trudge out of his office, hearing Jungkook’s boots thud against the floor loudly as he follows you from behind.
Walking towards the other end of the hallway into your bedroom, you halt in your steps as you realise the thudding of a certain someone’s boots has stopped.
You turn around to see Jungkook, standing stiffly outside the door frame, watching you with his big eyes.
“Fine, come in,” You sigh, as Jungkook smiles at you, entering your room.
He scans the place, the walls are white, there’s some polaroid pictures of you and your friends, he presumes, stuck on the wall. There’s a vanity placed in the corner of your room and you have a whole walk-in closet at the other end of your room. There’s a desk next to your vanity, a small portrait of a young girl, probably you, framed up on it. Your bed is pretty big for one person, but he isn’t surprise, considering your dad was the CEO of a top company, you for sure had been spoiled by him.
Jungkook watches as you walk to your vanity, turning on the lights that surround the mirror as you sit on the chair. You look up and make eye contact with him through the mirror, as Jungkook stiffens up.
“You can like- I don’t know, sit somewhere you know? You don’t have to be like at full attention as if there’s going to be someone kidnapping me or something,” You tell him with a straight face, but Jungkook only smiles at that, taking a seat at the chair next to your desk.
It’s still awkward for the both of you, Jungkook doesn’t know what to do, he only stares at his hands, fingers tracing over the tattoos on his hand. His legs shake as if he’s extremely nervous, contrasting to his bold demeanor.
You turn on your music, connecting your phone to the speaker in the ceiling of your room. Jungkook watches as you put on your makeup, and you feel his gaze from behind.
“I’m gonna do a lot of shopping today, just warning you,” You look back at him through the mirror as he sends you an amused smile.
“I’ll have a ton of bags to bring home, are you sure you can carry them?” Hopefully he chickens out from not wanting to carry the millions of bags you mentioned and maybe Jungkook will not follow you to the mall.
“Yep,” He pops the last sound, “I’ll carry all the bags you want,”
You slump in your chair in defeat, it was worth the try.
-
“What kind of song is this,” You grumble as Jungkook laughs, turning up the volume of the Arctic Monkeys song.
“Hey, don’t be mean, it’s my favourite band,” He looks over to you when the car stops at the traffic light.
You’re currently sitting in the passenger seat of Jungkook’s Mercedes, as he drives you to the mall. The lavender scent is strong, probably from the million scent packets Jungkook has hidden in the car.
“Well, I have better taste in music than you for sure,” You tell him, grabbing the phone connected to the aux as you switch songs.
“Pfft, Taylor Swift? Come on,” He rolls his eyes before averting his gaze back to the road once the light turns green.
You gasp, “What are you implying? I’m planning to go to her concert next month and since you don’t like her music, frankly I think you can skip out,”
Jungkook only chuckles at your attempt, “Nice attempt there, I’m still following you,”
Second attempt failed. Nice one, ___.
“Then you better get used to liking her music, I’m gonna play it everywhere now, maybe you’ll get sick of it,” You taunt him, but it has barely any effect on the man.
“Sure, maybe I’ll even become her superfan after hearing her music a thousand times, then I’ll be so eager to go to her concert with you,” He raises his eyebrow playfully at you as you roll your eyes.
This was going to be a hard one.
-
Jungkook has at least ten shopping bags in his hands, yet he doesn’t seem like he needs a break. He looks like he can hold ten more and still be able to hold another ten.
“You sure you’re not just shopping to try and get me to hold all these bags and eventually give up?” Jungkook calls out from behind, as you whip around, sending him a glare.
Your actual reaction would be, ‘How are you reading through my plans so easily?’ But obviously you don’t tell him that.
“No, it’s because retail therapy is my thing, I need to get as many things as possible to unbox when I get home,”
Okay, if you were being honest, you were only doing it to spite him, in hopes he would give up. But the further you shop, the more you realise Jungkook is not giving up easily.
That’s why you aren’t at designer stores to shop, but rather at the cheapest shops you could possibly find to buy the most random and unnecessary things possible.
Perhaps Jungkook could see right through your plans, but you weren’t giving up either.
-
As you begin to lay out all the items from your shopping trip on the floor of your room, Jungkook is commenting on your purchases a little too much for your liking.
“A bird figure? You’re afraid of birds aren’t you?” He laughs, picking up the ceramic bird as he scans its face, the eyes of the bird slightly misplaced.
“How do you know that?” You look up in surprise at him,
“Your father told me everything you were scared of, but birds? Really?” He laughs further, making you scowl at him.
“You can have that, I don’t want it anymore,” You look back at the shopping bags, grabbing another item as you tell him.
“Thanks, I’ll put it on my bedside table as a reminder that every time a bird flies our way, I’ll make sure to protect you and take cover,” He jokes, placing the bird on the desk in front of him.
Jungkook notices the picture of you when you were a toddler, framed on your desk, picking it up, he looks at the picture.
You’re squatting in a puddle, a raincoat that was far too big for you covered your small body, there’s a huge smile on your face as you hold up a finger to pose for the picture, probably wanting to hold up a peace sign but you couldn’t, so you resorted to your index finger alone.
Jungkook chuckles at the picture, catching your attention, as you walk up to him and snatch the frame away.
“Hey!” The picture is now placed facing the wall, so that Jungkook can no longer stare at it. You send him a glare as you trudge back to your original position on the floor, unpacking more of your stuff.
“You know there was a pigeon in the corner of the picture?” He taunts, and it was true, he had noticed the small bird hidden in the grass behind you.
“Shut up,” You laugh, rolling your eyes at him.
You don’t think much of the interaction between you and Jungkook, but he does. You finally laughed for the first time in front of him, the smile on your face replicating that in the picture. He thinks it’s cute.
-
“Where are we going tonight?” Jungkook questions, noticing your outfit, as you sit yourself in front of the vanity.
“Dinner with my friends, we booked an extra seat for you but if you really really don’t want to go, you’re free to stay home,” You smile sweetly at him through the mirror, and Jungkook doesn’t take your bait.
“Hah, nice try, I’m going,” He tells you, heading out of your room to change into nicer clothes.
“It was worth the try,” You whisper to yourself, leaning closer to put on mascara.
-
“Are you sure he’s just your bodyguard?” Yeji taunts you, gesturing to Jungkook who’s currently sitting next to you at the table.
“Yes, stop stirring up stuff, let’s talk about other stuff,” You groan, rolling your eyes at her. Jungkook doesn’t participate in the conversation, he only sits and listens attentively as you converse with your friends.
“I’m just saying, if he’s up for grabs-“ She starts, but you immediately cut her off.
“He’s not. Don’t you dare,” You scowl at her, a frown forming on your face. Jungkook raises an eyebrow at your reaction, he holds back his laugh.
“Yeji, that’s her man, stay away,” Chaeyong laughs next to Yeji, patting her on the back. She only shakes her head and sighs dramatically.
“Let’s order more soju,” You tell them, raising your hand to catch a waiter’s attention.
“___, you’ve drunk enough, I’m pretty sure you don’t need more,” He tells you, pulling your hand down.
“I wanna have fun Kook, please,” You’re definitely drunk by how you don’t spit back at him, the nickname and the whine you give him takes Jungkook by surprise. But how can he say no when you’re practically giving the biggest puppy eyes to him?
-
He regrets letting you order more alcohol, right now you’re slumped against his chest, intoxicated and unable to even balance on the chair.
“I’m bringing Yeji home, you can take care of her right?” Chaeyong tells Jungkook, as he quickly nods, bowing as she leaves.
“Come on, let’s go,” Jungkook isn’t even sure if you’re conscious, by the way your body is practically limped against his.
“Mm,” You hum against his chest, not budging.
With a sigh, he wraps his arm below your knees, lifting you up and carrying you into the car, and you stir slightly when he clicks the seatbelt over you in the passenger seat.
You’re passed out fully, even when Jungkook brings you up to your room and tucks you under your blanket. He can only sigh and hope for the best for the hangover coming to you tomorrow.
-
Jungkook isn’t surprised when he enters your room the next morning, seeing your curled up figure under the blankets as you shuffle uncomfortably.
“___? Want me to bring your breakfast here?” He softly asks, as you peek up from the blankets.
“No, not hungry,” Your voice is croaky, and it’s evident that you aren’t handling the hangover too well.
Jungkook only sighs, making his way to sit on the edge of your bed. “I told you to not drink so much-“
“Stop nagging,” You groan, pulling back the covers to cover the bottom half of your face.
Jungkook reaches to touch your forehead using the back of his hand, making you hiss at the cold contact. “Shit, you’re definitely having a fever,”
“I’m fine, I’ll be better in like an hour,” You croak out, as Jungkook frowns.
“I’ll bring medicine and hot soup, eat it and you’ll feel better,” He doesn’t give you time to reject his offer, making his way out of the room and to the kitchen.
Why was he being so nice to you? To be fair he was a bodyguard, he didn’t have to do all these to make you feel better. Although you definitely weren’t complaining about the princess treatment from him.
It takes a little effort from Jungkook to persuade you to swallow down the medicine and soup, but you end up giving into him, it was nice being spoiled by him anyways.
You watch as Jungkook brings in a bowl of water and a towel, setting it beside your bed. You peer over the covers, watching him soak the towel in the water and fold it into a rectangle, before looking back at you.
“Lay back down,” He instructs, gently wringing the towel so that the water would not drip from it.
You comply, plopping your head back onto your pillow as you wait for his next move.
“That’s cold!” You whine when the towel makes contact with your forehead, as Jungkook pushes the hairs away from your face, gazing down at you in sympathy.
“It’ll make you better quicker, trust me,” He tells you, setting the bowl of water on your bedside table. You simply close your eyes, nodding your head slightly as Jungkook smiles at you being so compliant.
-
“Wanna take a walk outside? Maybe it’ll make you feel better,” Jungkook suggests, his weight sinking one side of your bed as he sits down on your mattress.
“It’s like 10pm,” You tell him, “But sure,”
He smiles at your response, reaching out his hand as an offer to help you get out of your lying position on your bed.
It’s quiet and dark as both you and Jungkook walk in silence, only the occasional crickets sounding out fill the air.
“This is my usual spot to sit, when I come out at night to sit by myself,” You tell him, settling down on the rocks near the beach.
“It’s peaceful here,” He sighs, settling down next to you as you hum in response.
“I used to sneak out of the house when I was younger to come here and play on the beach,” You laugh, reminiscing the old memories.
“So you were a rebel?” He teases, looking at you.
You roll your eyes at him, nudging his shoulder. “I wasn’t that bad, I’m pretty sure you’ve done worse,” He raises an eyebrow at that, laughing.
“You think?” He laughs, “The worst I’ve done is probably steal my dad’s car,”
“That’s bad!” You gasp, turning to face him as he stares at you in amusement.
“You should smile more, it’s much prettier than you scowling at me,” He smiles at you, as your breath hitches in surprise.
You can’t even look into his eyes anymore by how flustered you’ve become, as you simply stare at your lap.
“You can’t just say things like that so suddenly,” You whisper, still not looking up at him.
“Why?” He teases you more, leaning closer to you. “Can’t take it?”
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SOULMATES - GAVI
summary: you find out you're pregnant with Gavis child and you tell his family and him.
a/n: someone asked me to write this but i cant reply on the request idk why
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You stared anxiously on the turned around pregnancy test in front of you on the bathroom counter. You looked at your phone every two seconds to check if the time was up already.
Everytime you checked your phone you still had a little bit of time left. After the clock turned to 17:10 your face lit up, that was what you were waiting for.
You grabbed the pregnancy test slowly and exhaled deeply as you turned it around. You looked at the two red lines. Pregnant.
You started smiling and slapped your hand in front of your wide open mouth. You immediately took some pictures of it and then you put it into your bag.
"Amor can we go?" Gavi knocked on the bathroom door. You two were just going to his family's house for dinner.
"Yeah, we can." You opened the door and immediately pulled him in for a kiss. You were smiling widely and that lead him to look at you weirdly.
"Why are you smiling like this?" He asked as his lips also slowly curled up into a smile because he looked at you.
"Oh it's nothing, I'm just excited." You tried to shake it off and go outside to his car. You two sat inside and then Gavi began to drive to his parents house.
As you two arrived you jumped out the car and made your way over to the door. You tried to calm down a bit because it would be weird. Gavi then wrapped his arms around your waist from behind and kissed your neck.
You turned around to face him and kissed him on the lips, and then you turned towards the door and pushed down the doorhandle. The door swung open and you could hear his family talking and laughing already.
You two made your way inside and then took off your shoes. By quickly looking at Gavi you smiled and then walked into the living room.
"Oh hello, looks who's here." Aurora said and walked over to you to pull you into a hug. You wrapped your arms around her tightly and smiled.
You already had an idea how you can tell them. "Hey." You mumbled and then Gavi tapped Auroras shoulder.
"I'm kinda hurt that you like her more than me." Gavi told his sister and you smiled as she pulled away from you and then hugged her brother.
"I like her better, you're right." She winked at you which resulted in a smile. You went over to his mom who also pulled you into a hug.
"Hello dear." She said and put her head onto the back of your neck.
"Hey, it's really nice to see you again." You said snd then placed you bag onto the chair next to you. You knew that Aurora would be sitting next to it.
"Ah Y/n, hello." His dad also greeted you with a big smile on his face. You also said hi to Javi, Auroras boyfriend and then you all sat down to eat.
Gavi was sitting next to you and next to Gavi was sitting his dad. On the other side of the table, his mom, Javi and Aurora, on Auroras left was your bag.
"Hey Aurora." You said and gained her attention immediately. She looked up at you with a smile.
"When you open my bag, im the right pocket, there's a tissue. Can you give it to me please?" I asked her and she nodded while turning around to your bag. She opened it and you were already smiling at her.
You knew that she found it as soon as he lips curled up into a wide smile. She looked up at you again and you gave her a nod that she could say it.
"You're pregnant?!" She said loudly and Gavi's head immediately flashed up to look at the pregnancy test. Everyone was looking at Aurora with a huge smile.
Then you felt Gavi look at you and he then he jumped up and ran over to Aurora. You also stood up walked after him. As he saw the two lines he turned around to look at you and pulled you into a hug in the matter of seconds.
"Oh my god." Gavi said with a big smile as he held your face in his hands. "You're pregnant." He said and then kissed you on the lips multiple times.
Gavi's family looked at you two in admiration. They've always loved how affectionate you two were with eachother and right now they couldn't be anything less than happy for you two.
They had known that you two wanted to be young parents but there was always the fear that you wouldn't get Pregnant.
Gavi then looked at you again and you saw him tearing up. "Awh, don't cry." You said as you wiped away those two tears that were going down his face.
"You're pregnant. My god." He repeated and pulled you into a hug again, his family was smiling as they stood up too, to congratulate you.
"I'm so happy for you two." Aurora came over to you and hugged you first. Your bond was always the strongest with her out of Gavi's family. Besides Gavi of course.
You saw Gavi go over to his mom and hug her as she cupped his face. Then everyone congratulated you two and then everyone quickly finished their meal.
Aurora and Javi told Gavis parents that they'd clean up the kitchen. They had to argue a bit but then they let them do their thing.
You and Gavi were sitting outside at the pool, we'll you were laying on one of the sunbeds and Gavi snuggled himself up to you. He put his hand over your stomach and then smiled up at you.
"What are you doing?" You asked and his jaw dropped. He put his ear to your lower stomach.
"I can feel it's heartbeat already." He said as he looked up at you. You laughed a bit at him as you went throught his hair.
"I don't think that's the childs heartbeat." You smiled as he looked up at you again.
"I don't care, I'll love him anyways." Gavi said and rested his head a bit further up your stomach again.
"Him?" You raised and eyebrow.
"Yep, I heard the gender." Gavi said and you couldn't help but burst out laughing. Gavi looked at you and then moved further up so that he could kiss you.
Whike you two were talking outside his parents were watching you two from inside. They have always loved how affectionate you two were with eachother.
They have loved you from the first second Gavi interduced you to them and you were grateful for that. They've never said it out loud but they were hoping that you two could live your dreams and be young parents.
They couldn't imagine anyone better for Gavi than you.
"You know, I was thinking. We could go shopping tomorrow, buy diapers and those cute little clothes." Gavi suggested and you just smiled as you looked at him.
"Gavi we still have to wait like 9 months until he's here, you know that right?" You asked sarcastically with a big smile on your face.
The things you felt when you imagined him with your child in his hands were unbelievable.
"My god, I can't wait that long." He groaned and put his head on your chest. You kissed the top of his head and then kept playing with his hair.
"Time is gonna be the death of me sometime." Gavi groaned out again and you couldn't helo but smile at every thing he said. You were like taht little teenage girl again the first time you met him.
"I love you" You said and he looked up at you.
"I love you more."
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DICK GRAYSON & JASON TODD | BATFAMILY (assorted canon)
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“Long Overdue: Epilogue” (Dick Grayson & Batmom!Reader), (Jason Todd & Batmom!Reader) and (background Bruce Wayne x Batmom!Reader)
| Reader was with Bruce in the past but grew distant after Jason’s death. No one tells her when he comes back from the dead until Bruce is forced to bring her in on a raid when they’re overwhelmed. -Jason and Batmom!Reader reunion.
| SFW, canon typical action/violence, cursing?, mentions of grief, past death of a child
| This is like half fanon half UTRH/Batman:Hush. I’m really just fucking around with canon rn. Also the pictures used are just for aesthetics and have no contextual meaning to the story. (pic source: Gotham Knights video game)
| 2k+ words
| parts: one, spurt, two, three, four, five, six/six point five, seven. (series masterlist)
You walk out of the weapons cache lighter than how you walked into it and head directly for your eldest.
“Dick what the hell?”
Said man, halfway through what looks like calf stretches, sits up and throws a slight frown your way.
“What? What’d I do?”
And bless him but he’s actually thinking it over. Eyes sliding to the side and lips pursing and everything. Racking his brain over what mess he forgot to get himself out of this time.
Somewhere behind you Jason starts laughing at Dick so when he passes by you flick him on the arm. The drama queen then makes a whole show of blowing you off with a half assed ‘ow’. Your eyes meet the dark depths of the cave ceiling for a second as you beg for strength before they lock on Dick once more.
From there all you have to do is purse your lips and raise a brow for him to catch on. His arms fling into the air.
“He said he’d ‘take care of it’, and I haven’t seen you since then. Fuck me for thinking he actually did it! And he only felt the need to tell me three nights ago so it’s not like you’re the only one.”
Your shoulders start to shake and you move closer until you can nudge him. His arms drop and he huffs.
“Easy, little D, I’m just teasing. Don’t beat yourself up over your father’s horrible communication skills, okay?”
“Don’t worry I won’t,” he says.
You do catch the nasty look he throws the cave entrance with despite what he’s said, and the easy tone he’s said it with, however.
“Actually,” Jason pipes up, helmet back on and voice once again skewed. “I’m still hung up on your shit communication skills. Nightfall? Since when has that been a thing?”
He jabs a finger in your direction while pacing around to Dick’s other side. Dick doesn’t do anything but follow the younger’s antics with his eyes.
You laugh, shrugging, and lean back on the cave wall beside the desk. You're still within spitting distance of the boys but you can’t bring yourself to travel any further.
“I’ve been in the game longer than Bruce has, but mostly under an independent contractor. It wasn’t till I came to Gotham that I changed my suit and started calling myself Nightfall; that gimmicky shit is contagious after all.”
“Immensely goddamn contagious,” Jason mutters darkly. He throws a glare Dick’s way that translates pretty perfectly even with the helmet to get him to knock off the staring, but you get the feeling the older only looks away because grilling you is a more pressing matter.
In the next moment Dick snaps his fingers, “You know what I still don’t get? How come we never found out? I mean you didn’t tell me until I was in Blud already.”
That question you can’t shrug away as easily. A grimace crosses your face and Jason makes an intrigued ‘ohh’ sound that honestly makes you want to flip him off. How are you being cajoled by your children right now?
“Well…” you kiss your teeth. “I was in love.”
The “Gross,” Jason lets out is instantaneous and he holds a hand up - it's a flawless reminder that 19 is not yet fully grown. “Forget I asked.”
You roll your eyes. “It’s not that damn bad. It’s just that when we first got Dick Bruce thought it’d be best if he had a greater sense of normalcy out of the cape, and I agreed; one vigilante parent was enough. Then we just kept that same dynamic when we got you,” you gesture to Jason and he tilts his head.
“I’m still not seeing how that relates to the completely unnecessary ‘in love’ comment you made earlier.”
“Jason,” you scold. “I’m getting there, goddamn.”
Dick poorly muffles a laugh and you give him a hard look before rolling your shoulders.
“Back in the day, before Bruce stopped acting like we were a unit and more like I was a casualty of war in the waiting-” you take a deep breath and cross your arms, closing your eyes against the white lights of the cave.
You can hear the way the boys falter, likely glancing to one another to figure out what to do before they each take a step forward.
“Mom-” Dick calls.
“You don’t have to-” Jason’s saying at the same time, their voices overlapping, and you shake your head.
“It’s fine,” you say. You blink your eyes open; both brothers have stilled but they’re balancing forward like they think you’re gonna drop. You huff. “Point is, there was a time where he could’ve convinced me of anything. He used to look at me like I hung the fucking moon just to provide people free light to see, you know? So at a certain time I chose not to tell you two because I didn’t want to challenge the perception of me that you had gotten from Bruce. That’s why you didn’t know, I didn’t want you to think I was as bad as the people you were fighting every night; the people who took away your parents from you. Dick running off was what made me finally spill, but you died years before I would’ve been ready to tell you, Jay.”
Jason clears his throat, “Uh. That why you and hi- Bruce separated?”
“Not really,” you sigh, shaking your head. “It wasn’t Bruce before…it was Bruce after. After you died we didn’t just bounce back…so eventually things between us soured. I loved him but expecting someone to put up with you constantly pushing them away isn’t fair,” you shrug. “How Bruce saw me stopped mattering as much after that.”
Dick nods, lining up what you’ve said to his own memory of the aftermath and coming up with a corresponding connection.
“Yeah, you and Bruce argued for hours after you met Tim that first time…and then some more when Stephanie became Robin. Hell, even by the time I’d gotten back earthside you and Bruce were down right frosty when you were next to each other even though you were trying to hide it from us.”
“Yeah,” you grunt. “That’s all we tend to do now. Stay mad.”
Staring off into the distance Dick nods and Jason catches your eye, or maybe the other way round.
Whatever expression he is looking at you with is impossible to place but he is definitely watching you. Uncannily all the boys had Bruce’s tendency to look at things, and by extension people, like they were puzzles to solve. Which came with the added bonus of the recipient of said stare being able to feel it. Feel the weight of being dissected and picked apart as if it was a physical thing.
Most buck under that level of analysis. Wholly used to the originator of that stare though you continue on as usual. If he wasn’t going to ask then you had nothing to say.
After it becomes clear you won’t be coughing anything more up Jason backs off, pushing the conversation towards lighter material until Dick and him are carrying the back and forth together. They play off of each other in stunted stops and starts, and barely concealed hostility on Jason’s part, but their awkward attempts at light hearted banter still get your mind out of the gutter you’d landed in.
Ten minutes of forced jokes and almost insults later and Jason starts giving less than subtle hints at wanting to head out. After that it doesn’t take long before he comes over, and he doesn’t reach out to you but he does softly knock your shoulders together.
“See you later, Ma,” he says for your ears alone.
“Goodbye Jason,” you respond even though you’d rather never have him leave your side again.
You watch him go and are drastically reminded that your eyes have been incessantly brimming with tears this whole time when a few slip down your face with little prompting.
A few more beads follow the path of the others after you catch sight of the truly cracked look on Alfred’s face when Jason comes up to him before there’s an arm slinging across your shoulders and Dick’s urging you into a hug.
You take it. You raised some good kids, you’ll give yourself that much. Even if there were some major fuck ups along the way.
“It’s kinda surreal, isn’t it?”
“Oh absolutely,” you croak. “I like it though.”
Dick shrugs, “Yeah. It wouldn’t really be us if things got too predictable anyway.”
He waits a beat and then, “So who’s updating Babs?”
“Let me guess,” you deadpan, “he told you two at the same time?”
“Pretty much. Which that, combined with everything that happened with Steph and The Birds, and having to break all this to Cass means her fuse is waaay shorter than usual.”
“Not it,” you proclaim.
Dick’s mouth drops open, his gaze snapping to you.
“What? That’s not fair.”
“Says who? I’m not cleaning up after Bruce anymore than I already am, and she’s your friend, Dick.”
“It’s still unfair,” he grumbles. He brushes it off quickly though. “So….I heard you and Cass ran into each other a few days ago.”
“Yeah. Last Sunday.” You side eye him. “Right after you almost started a grease fire in your new apartment.”
Dick holds his hand to his chest, tone barely upset enough to sound like true hurt. “Don’t look at me like that, I can cook.”
You nod slowly, “I know you can cook,” then shake your head in the same manner. “But you cannot fry.”
“It’s not my fault the oil fights back. I get enough shit in my nightly life. I don't need it when I’m at home on top of that.”
He smiles but the way it doesn’t reach his eyes churns your stomach.
“Maybe pan frying just isn’t for you,” you murmur but your hand goes up to touch his arm. “How’re you feeling?”
Dick shrugs. Gaze locking somewhere over your shoulder.
“As good as I can be,” you give him a sideways look and he forces a chuckle, rocking back from your touch. “Seriously I’m fine. Please don’t stress out about me. Are you okay?”
“Uh huh,” you grunt before pushing him towards the benches on the other side of the cave. “Sure. I’m fine. Now come on, let’s go sit.”
“Mom-”
“Nope. Move before you pass out or some shit.”
“Ah,” he gasps. “You said a bad word.”
“Dick,” you curb the urge to roll your eyes.
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Whatever conversation Jason’s just had with Alfred doesn’t seem to have left him any more tense than he already was, which is good. You and Dick stop mid sentence to watch him walk off from your new position on the floor.
You with a foam roller and your first child dramatically cringing every time you go over the area just above the hole in his calf. Part of it you’re sure is him trying to cheer you up but the other you're certain are actual expressions of pain because he went out on a literal bullet wound even though you’d told him to stay his ass home.
“I don’t know why he’s under the impression that I can’t shoot without killing someone but he’s wrong,” Jason’s saying. He pats the occupied holster at his thigh while making his way towards the vehicle pathway. “Anyway, I’m gonna get outta here. The later I see you Bats the better.”
“Jason!”
“Except for you, Ma! I’ll call you tomorrow!” He yells over his shoulder, running his fingers over the handle of the bike closest to him.
“You’d better,” you yell back. You’d be happy to reinstate another child that would lament the drama in their lives to you on your call list.
“Uh oh,” Dick says under his breath.
You turn to look over at him for barely a second, brows raised and mouth partially open, when the sound of a motorcycle revving answers your unasked question for you.
Looking back at the bikes shows Jason’s already peeling out of the cave with a yell of: “I’ll leave this somewhere you can find!”
You blink after him, not sure if you want to laugh or not.
“That’s not good,” Dick murmurs. When you turn to him he’s grimacing and seeing your expression he nods to the now empty spot. “That was Tim’s bike.”
“Oh.” For the first time since finding out the implications of Jason being Red Hood really hit you. Your lips purse. If he’d really been at that confrontation Tim came out of with a (mild according to him) slit throat during the Hush debacle, and been the one to infiltrate Titans Tower and lay Tim out a few weeks back you had a situation. “Oh lorde.”
“Yeah,” Dick gets up in one swift motion, hands on the roller. “We can’t have regular family problems. Nope.”
Unfortunately he’s right. A sigh falls past your lips. Either way, that was one down. You stand, addressing Dick while he’s putting the foam back.
“Excitement aside, before you head back to New York you want to come help me make dinner?” You incline your head. “Tim can come too.”
He smiles at you. You know he understands you not wanting to get too close to the teen but appreciates you including him in stuff anyway.
“Yeah, Mom, I’d love to. Just let me get my stuff and I’ll call him.”
“Okay.”
Dick leaves and you settle in to wait just as the Batmobile comes rumbling into the Cave. You cut your eyes at the vehicle but otherwise don’t acknowledge as Bruce gets out of it, heading immediately to change.
Alfred comes up to your side a breath later. The two of you nod in greeting.
“Sorry for taking the kids from you.”
“That’s quite alright, Mistress Y/n,” His voice drops to a whisper. “Between the two of us I believe Master Timothy may resort to camping in the woods behind the estate if he’s stuck here a moment longer. I’ll gladly allow you to take them both. You go deal with yours and I’ll deal with mine.”
“Have fun,” you croon lightly. The butler gives you a wry look in response. You shrug. “Oh, and if you wouldn’t mind could you tell Bruce to meet me at the Wayne Plot?”
A nod from the old butler.
“Is there a specific time you would like for me to convey as well?”
“He’ll know,” you say simply.
Alfred gives a curt nod.
“Certainly then. Farewell, my dear.” Alfred arches a brow at Dick as he comes back with a duffle swung over his shoulder. “And do try to express upon Master Richard the necessity of wearing his winter gear this year.”
“Alfred,” the man huffs.
You laugh and flick said man in the side. “I don’t think I’ll have to. He should have learned his damned lesson with that two week cold.”
“And I really did,” he bats your hand away and then speeds off. “I'll be upstairs.”
“Bye!” You laugh after him.
This was something you could work with. Putting time into your relationships with your boys and Tim. Solid plan. You say your farewells to Alfred and then follow after your eldest. Your gripes with Bruce could wait, you had dinner to make and two boys to feed.
Fin.
NOTES: I don’t know how severe the implications of a two week cold are but whatever. Hope you enjoyed!!
Thank you all for embarking on this journey with me, this is the first long form series I’ve actually finished so I’m very excited to cap it off!!
Anyway, long overdue is done but I will also write extras to this series at some other time in the future (if you’d like to be tagged in those then tell me).✌🏾
And yes I did my best not to have to write Tim or Cass yet, I can barely write Dick as is. Also let’s just assume Reader had the decency to actually inform Dick about Jason’s death and as such he wasn’t forced to dig for that information himself behind Bruce’s back.
btw: if you’d like to leave a comment I’d very much appreciate it. this is a sideblog tho so I won’t respond.
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courting rituals III
Diasomnia Edition
Summary: Driven by infatuation and love, the boys try and court you in their own ways.
A/N: I’m sorry to say this is the end…of this mini-series. I’m excited to continue writing and with all the positive review, I feel motivated to do so much more. As of now I don’t have anything else planned, so please leave me a request if you want anything specific. Also, sorry if Zebek’s a little long, I have a soft spot for him.
Characters: Malleus Draconia, Lillia VanRouge, Sebek Zigvot
Malleus Draconia (Dragons) :
Dragons are some egotistical creatures, theirs flirting is insults and flattery, however their insults are just a test to see if their potential mate is strong. After Malleus realizes his feelings for you, he’s constantly switching between complimenting you and making fun of you. His compliments are so sweet on the ears while he spits insults out like fire.
“Ah, it brings me joy to see you got rid of that hideous dress, this one suits you much more.”
Dragons are as materialistic as they are egotistical; they like shiny things, why not put shinies on the apple of their eye? As of recently, you notice necklaces, bracelets, earrings, and jewels appear on you counter and you knew it was him. When Malleus saw you wearing the emerald necklace he had left on your counter the night prior, his heart swelled so much. He honestly felt like it would burst.
“That necklace looks gorgeous on you.”
Dragons always want to be right and so does Malleus, even if that means twisting your mind so that you agree with him however he likes when you argue with him. Malleus loves that fire in your eyes when you when you know that you’re right. He wants a future with someone as strong as you; he wants one with you and he knows it.
“You are still intent on arguing with me on this aren’t you, Child of Man.”
Lillia VanRouge (Bats) :
Bats like to follow around and guard whoever they seek as a mate. Lillia is usually found near Malleus’s side however whenever Malleus is off doing his own things, Lillia is found right beside you. While you’re laughing at some dumb joke he made, Lillia is glaring at some students who are taking a look at you.
“Maybe we could go to the library, its too crowded here.”
Bats use sound for lots of thing, one of those things just happen to be for attention grabbing. Lillia was getting annoyed that you were playing more attention to your studies than him. So what could a little squeak do?
“You’re so jumpy, khee hee hee.”
Let me tell you this next one might take you out…nose boops. Bats like to boop each others noses. Picture this, you sitting down eating while studying and suddenly Lillia is standing over you. The second you bring your head up to meet his eyes, he’s right in your face. Boop
“Your face is absolutely adorable, little one.”
Sebek Zigvolt (Crocodile) :
Crocodiles are furious beasts, when they see a mate; they stalk them. Things are differnet with Sebek, he was on a call with his mom the second he figured out his feelings. His mom told him, “You must watch them from afar, figure out the best course of action.” So, Sebek being the mama’s boy he is, he tried that. He’s been watching you walk to class, what you eat, how you study. Of course you caught on, he was so embarrassed he ran away.
“I NEED TO GO ATTEND TO WAKA-SAMA!”
These next two will knock you out, crocodiles will do jaw rubs when passing by a potential mate. I see Lillia becoming very interested in Sebek’s little schoolyard crush and started to bother him about courting you faster. So, when they were on their way back to the Disonmia dorm and Lillia spotted you walking towards them, he knew he had to give Sebek a little push…literally. The second he did, he scurried off in to dorm, leaving Sebek to get flustered and rub his jaw against yours in the heat moment. Sebek then ran off.
“FORGET ABOUT THAT HUMAN!”
Crocodiles blow bubble when they see a mate they want. Sebek would be drinking something while studying with you. You’ll look up after hearing popping noises, only too see Sebek staring at you with a look of pure love. The second he notices you caught him, he chokes on his drink. He’ll start trying to play it cool while his face sits at a cherry red.
“Ahem…do you need help with something, human?”
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The New Baby
I Hughes!sister au I
Lola Clementine Hughes was born on the last day of 2004, a little over one year and three months after her older brother Luke. She was the cutest little baby in the nursery with her big eyes and dark hair, she very much looked like her brothers.
The day after she was born, her brothers were anxiously waiting to meet her. A family member brought them to the hospital to the first meeting.
The boys had just been lectured by their father that they needed to be quiet because she had little ears with sensitive hearing. Jack had been held back out of the room a few minutes longer than Quinn had been because he was just too excited bouncing off the walls to meet the little girl. But once he had gotten into the room all of the warnings he had been given went straight out the window.
"I want to hold her! It's my turn!" Jack excitedly shouted entering the room where his mother and sister were in.
"Jack what did we just get done talking about? Lower your voice please." Jim followed his second child into the room. He held onto the very sleepy little Luke who most likely moments from falling asleep.
"Sorry dad." Jack gave his father the cheeky little grin that he was know to give when he was in trouble. Turning his stride into a run, he went over to Quinn sitting in the recliner to check out the newest addition to his family.
"Why is she so ugly?" The three year old future hockey superstar scrunched his face in disgust peering over the armrest of chair to get a glimpse of the small creature his brother was holding.
The new baby was all wrinkly and absolutely not cute what so ever like everyone had been telling him. Jack didn't get why everyone was so in love with her. He didn't recall Luke being that wrinkly or gross looking when he first met him.
"She's not ugly. She's a cute baby. You were an ugly one." Quinn quipped back at his brother, standing up for his baby.
Since he had only been a one year old at the time Jack had been born, he couldn't quite go off of memory at what Jack had looked like, but looking at the multitude of pictures that his parents had taken, he could easily come to the conclusion that his sister was ten times cuter.
"Mommy. Quinn called me ugly." Jack stuck out his lower lip and pouted.
"That's cuz you are." Quinn quipped back.
"Jack are you tattling again?" Ellen gave Jack a stern look. The tattling was issue and they were working on it.
"No!" "Yes!" The brothers said at the same time contradicting each other.
"Baa!" Luke pointed at Lola. Jim nodded and placed him next to Quinn in the chair. He was quickly reminded to be gentle when he patted the tuft of soft dark hair that sat on top of Lola's head.
After a few more minutes of Quinn holding the baby, Jack asked again if he could have his turn of holding the baby.
"She's looking at me!" Jack beamed when the newborn blinked herself awake. Maybe having a sister wasn't going to be too bad. And maybe Quinn was right, she was kind a cute.
"She likes me." He spoke too soon when Lola scrunched her little face and let out a very loud cry. The loud noise made the two older boys jump and Luke to have tears in his own eyes. Ellen was quick to take the baby back and comfort her.
"She doesn't like you. You made her cry." The eldest Hughes child crossed his arms, trying to show how displeased he was that Jack upset her.
"Quinn no. She's just a little hungry. See? She's already happier now." Their mother started to feed Lola with a bottle.
Jack couldn't help but feel bad because this was the fist but surely not the last time he was going to make his baby sister cry.
Age Guide: Quinn = 5, Jack= 3 , Luke = 1
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Healing you - Joel Miller x reader
Genre : Angst, Fluff, Hurt + Comfort my favourite.
Word count : 2,040
Warnings : Established relationship, nightmares, injury, child death yk the drill. Tell me if I missed any and feedback welcome!
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A long 12 years after Sarah’s death, Joel can’t seem to open up to you again. But you’re never gonna stop trying.
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
You woke to him pivoting your leg off to his side, leaving him just enough room to shuffle his large mass in between your legs, easing his weight down on top of you. His fingertips dug into the plane of your lower back, his skull pressed in between the bare flesh of your breasts. You began to straighten on the bed, awaiting his next move. His wavy hair a messy mop on his head as you began to lovingly comb through the ashy strands.
The dark hollow glow of your Boston apartment echoed with the eventual quiet sobs of Joel, your Joel. Agonising nights like this weren't uncommon, Joel always struggled with rest without the help of pills and brown malt liquor. And when the nightmares rolled in, he turned to you for comfort as his fatigued cries lulled himself back to sleep.
You clutched across his broad shoulders, attempting to soothe him with your words. "Shhh, I've got you. I'm here." Hot drops of his pain pooled on your skin, if you weren't so pained you'd had wiped them away. Joel wouldn't have minded, but you couldn't bring yourself to disturb him. He pressed harder into your sternum, the rhythmic thump of your beating heart grounding him. Eyes watching down as his face scrunched up tightly before softening.
The eventual soft snores of his blocked nostrils signally he had finally drifted off again. You let out a soft breath you didn't realise you were holding. God, he was in so much pain, it stunned you every time. Even though his blank stares and loss of affection had become a sort of ritual by now. Love and tenderness were an abandoned cause.
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"Ready?" The southerner asked from where he was stood, packed and ready to go. Joel's words were few and far between, so unlike the cheery funny man you once knew back in sunny Austin. You shot him a sharp nod, tucking your trusty dagger in a leather case and into your side pocket.
You followed him out the QZ, cold benevolent rain drops pattering down on the stark city streets. You only had to skip past two soldiers before crouching through the busted wire fence, it were only a matter of time before the tear would be sealed up again. You crossed short planes of long grass and rubble terrain before entering the safety of the nearest borough, no one from the QZ would be after you now. Watching your step not to trip or slip on the muddy ground.
You trekked along, Joel's large hand falling to his side, his fingers loosing hanging. Envisioning your palms closing around each others, the heartwarming feeling of companionship. But you didn't dare establish it. You had tried many times, the forbidding shake of his arm to get you off, too painful to bare singly once more.
"Hey, Joel?"
"Yes."
"I wanna talk to you abo-"
The grooved soles of you feet were no match against the sloped grass, your boot making a sharp decline behind your front one. Pulling you down to the concrete ground you'd started from.
A burning pain shot through your knee, a squeal and grunt leaking from your lips as you moved to steady yourself on the floor. You eyes squeezed shut as you straightened your leg, the pain only intensifying. Joel had quickly jumped back down to join you sitting on the cobbles.
"We're going home now." He stated bluntly. You interjected. "It's not safe. You’re unable to walk properly."
"No, it's ok-"
Brawn branches heaved you up from your standpoint. In another life you could picture this same position, grins ear to ear as the church bells rang. Lily white petals fluttering and spinning through the air as they fell to the chapel floor. 'Just married' drawn on the back of the vehicle as you left for your honeymoon. Bliss. A utopian yet impossible bliss.
Your wrists curled around the thick trunk of his neck, the grisly hairs scratching across you skin. Tucking into his neck for better weight distribution you noticed how close you were. The deepened frown lines of his face and the golden glow of his beautiful tanned skin. The sight made you hands clammy, you don't remember the last time you gazed upon him this close. A heat spilled into the depths of your rib cage.
Back at the flat, Joel kicked open the fragile wooden door, then slammed it shut behind him. He strode into the living area, ever so compassionately plopping you upon the torn up couch. The back of your head touched the cushion, a controlled breath leaving your cracked lips at the pain.
"Still bad?" His eyebrow cocked towards you inquisitively. Your eyes shut briefly with a nod of your neck, the larger male crouching down to the floor as he decided what to do next. "Pants off." The Texan told you. Your began to shuffle out of the worn out denim, filled with thinned patches and threadbare.
He noticed your difficultly and you leaned your weight with your upper back against the furniture, his hands grabbing simultaneously at the waistband to tug down the fabric. Once you got to your knees he eased out your good leg, before doing the same to the other mercifully.
"Shit." He gruffly leaked under his breath. The swollen cup of your knee cap, red and beginning to bruise. His hands moved to the wounded limb, one pressed on the side of your thigh as the other lay on the light hair of your shin. It was worse than you had both expected. "You need'a rest."
Later, your rested your leg outstretched on the worn out mattress. “I’ve gotta finish this run. Should be back tomorrow if I’m lucky.”
“Joel?” He turned facing you. “I love you.” His nodded, eyes gazing off in a line as the words registered in his head and like that he was gone. The worst part was that night, it didn’t feel too different to normal. Empty and cold.
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The next evening you woke to the door shutting. Quickly you turned to the bedside draw, shaky hands gripping at the handle to pull it out and fetch your dagger. The tall dark male entered, your heart pounding once more before started to go back into rhythm. “Fuck.” You heaved in shock. Joel sent you an apologetic look, emptying his pockets of his weapons and supplies before standing over the bed.
“You hungry? Cold?" Joel was curious, he had deep purple bags under his eyes and a shallow cut on his jaw. You would ask him about it later.
"No, I'm okay."
"Ok, I'll just-"
"Can you come here?" He meandered closer standing to the side of the bed as he sat into his hip. You sat up moving across so he could perch on the side, your foreheads touching as you placed a hand to his toughened cheek. You leant in, millimetres away from your lips touching — his head turned, facing away from you.
Your hand fell in rejection, the familiar crushing weight of loss cascading through you. "You won't even kiss me anymore," You let the words hang, his head tilted in what looked like guilt. Your heart ached for his love again his longing and desire. You used to be like rabbits never able to keep your mitts off of each other.
"And we haven't had sex in years." Your tears bubbled as the statements festered in the grooves of your brain. “Joel, please stop pushing me away."
"She wasn't even your daughter." You hunched away from him, the stinging sharp torture of your knee paling in comparison to the sentence just uttered. You lower lip dropped in shock, unable to fathom how he could muster such a thing.
"You knew how close I was to her. I spent years getting to know her and looking after her! How dare you!" His jaw tightened, still not daring to look at your furious expression. "I know your mourning her! I am too! But you don't know how it feels to mourn someone whose hasn't even died!" The words stung the brunette like an angry wasp.
"Baby-"
"No, Joel. Don't.” Mumbled words slipped through your teeth. “I can't take this anymore, I miss you so much. I just wish I could make you happy."
"You do make me happy." Joel commented. His eyes scanned down to see a small silver chain hung around the supple skin of your throat. A small diamond heart pendant hung from the jewellery.
Joel gifted it to you for your birthday one year after a lovely romantic dinner at your favourite restaurant of course. He’d paid Tommy to look after Sarah that night, leaving you enough time to have a long hot bubble bath with some red wine. Joel was joint at your hip that day, always a hand on you whether it be holding your hand, around your waist or shoulders or resting softly on your thigh.
You were like a drug to him, he was hooked. Smothering you in kisses and heartfelt confession of his love. Making your next sentence a torturing wake up call.
"You can't even look at me anymore.”
"No, no." His body spun from where he was sat, leaping over you til your frame was trapped inside his larger one. His hand cocooned the back of you head, keeping you pressed into him. He squeezed you tightly before pulling back his hands drilling into the sides of your face to look at him. "I love you. I love you so much.”
There was a deep desperation in his face his eyes hollowing out your soul and pleading with your heart. You lip wobbled, the loving man of your past shining through with the exception of his pitiful distress. Eyes falling down to his small chapped lips, he knew what you were after. Hesitantly, he gave in.
Flesh on flesh, his warm mouth joined your own, a searing kiss coveting everything he was trying to say. It was forceful, not enough for you to pull back, but just enough for you to place a hand on the puffed up plane of his chest. He moved his lips against your a few more times before pulling back.
“I just feel like I’ve lost everything. We were so happy, you me and Sarah.”
"I'm sorry,” Joel began, “I'm so selfish. I didn't even realise I was neglectin' you." You swallowed hard, savouring the dark honey taste of him on your lips. "I can't begin to make it up to you, but I'll promise I'll try." Offered the male. “Don't you cry now, you'll set me off." A small smile cracked onto your face. “You need’a get some sleep, you look tired.”
“I am.” You agreed. Joel walked around the bed, pulling back the blankets and getting in beside you. You snuggled up into his side, his arm protectively cuddling around you. Pulling you into closer to his flannel clad skin. His other hand clutched your head, tender stroking his hand over your dirty tangled hair.
Joel watched your eyelids close, your long lashes resting on your plush cheeks. It brought him back to the days back when. Back when you’d cuddle up on his living room couch, Sarah sat on the floor doing her homework with the TV on.
He’d knew in that moment you were it for him. He’d never leave your side. He wanted you in every way another person could have someone. Loved and cherished. Devoted and loyal.
“Your still just as beautiful as the day we met.” Words whispered into the cold air. Clouded with red light shooting through the bed sheet covered windows.
“Don’t lie.”
“I’m not. You’re the only woman I’ll ever love.” There was wretched plea coating his tongue. “I miss touching you.”
“You have me.”
That night you both slept like a baby. The tall brunette crushing you back into his chest as his limbs glued your skin together. He lay the shyest of kisses to the back of your neck, shoulder and head. One hand brushed along the skin of your hip. Whispering sweet nothings as he pacified you to sleep. "Shhh, I've got you sweetheart. I'm here.”
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By Candlelight
Rating: R-18+
Word Count: 7708
Warnings: rimming, cunnilingus, piv sex, anal sex, double penetration, squirting
A/N: A birthday present for the lovely, amazing, talented, utterly priceless @chickenparm I'm so glad Genshin brought us together and we've been able to make so many fun memories together 🩷🥺🩷
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The two of you sit in amiable silence while you listen to the clock chime the hour. Twelve sonorous gongs to signify the end of one day and the start of another. His heartbeat remains steady against your back as Childe gathers you somehow closer to his front than you already are, strong arms giving you a tight squeeze, and you let him do it because you’d long since set aside your differences with the rascally Harbinger in favor of more … intimate pursuits. It would have been a surreal feeling, being there with him like that, had it not been so damn gratifying.
“Happy birthday, comrade.” He presses a firm kiss to your cheek from behind. Trying and failing not to smile, you lean your head back to rest against his shoulder so you can look at him. The space separating your nose from his is so scant your breath intermingles and becomes one, sharing the oxygen between yourselves in turns.
When your ribcage decompresses on the next exhale he breathes in, like he was trying to pull your very essence deep into his own body. In the following moment when he lets it out with a barely audible sigh, you do the same and suck in a deep breath to taste him on the back of your tongue. There’s a symbiotic quality to the way you occupy each other's space and you can’t imagine it being any other way now. Your stand off with him in Liyue felt like a far distant dream, one you would rather not revisit or dwell on too much, rather than a very real thing that had happened many, many moons ago.
It seemed almost implausible at this particular juncture, given your close proximity and the vulnerability both of you showed one another. But Childe, despite his faults and flaws, and what he now laughingly called ‘past mistakes’, was not someone who’s loyalty you could ever doubt. You’d earned his respect just as much as he had slowly earned yours. Whatever this was, regardless of how you decided to label it, you knew it was genuine. You may have bested him in battle once (and by the skin of your teeth, if you were being honest) but in the grand scheme of things, looking at the bigger picture as a whole, it was he who had won the war.
The smile you give him is but one of the many spoils he’d earned for himself.
“Thank you, Childe. I’m glad you talked me into this.” You say, referring to how he’d incessantly pestered you about taking off together to celebrate your birthday in the blissfully private seclusion of the Fontaine countryside. He hadn’t taken ‘no’ for an answer no matter how many times you’d said it but he very rarely ever did. It just wasn’t in his nature. All the better for you, considering your eventual compliance had clearly pleased him a great deal and you very much enjoyed seeing him grin the way he did. Big and boyish, and unrestrained. Like being able to do something special with you meant the world to him.
There’s a small part of you that is certain it does. It must. He was surprisingly sentimental and tender hearted for someone who seemed so unapologetically troublesome to everyone around him, and that very much included you.
But there were facets at play here and you were now nestled in a clawfoot tub with him, as normal as any couple that may or may not have tried to kill one another at some point in time. And although Childe had tried to insist that he wasn’t made of mora and that the seemingly limitless funds he’d thrown around in Liyue were not his own, the villa he’d rented out for the two of you appeared to tell a different story. It was a lovely place, fully furnished and already stocked with everything you might ever need during your stay when you’d arrived with him earlier that afternoon. He’d really gone the extra mile and it did not escape your notice. Not by a long shot.
You were eager to show him your gratitude for the thoughtfulness, and you happily tip your face up to accept the kiss he bends close and presses to your mouth. He takes his time with it, kissing you slowly, savoringly, as if his thoughts on the matter were the same as yours. That didn’t make sense though. He was the one who’d orchestrated such a romantic getaway and you had much more to be thankful for in that regard than he did. But if he was going to turn this into a competition to find out who could best the other then that was fine with you.
You’d come out on top one way or another.
Finally pulling back after a long moment, Childe looks at you through the dark thicket of his lashes. You want to keep kissing him but instead you quickly find yourself lost in the deep, deep blue of those depthless eyes. They reflect nothing at all of the flickering candles dotted around the room, casting everything in a low flickering glow, and yet they are not the empty voids you’d once thought them in idle passing. There’s something behind all that azure now that seems to make them twinkle from within and it’s decidedly fascinating to observe.
“You are very welcome, mój rybeńko. I’m glad you like it here.” He tilts his head slightly, as if to regard you from a different angle. Whatever he sees in your face makes his mouth split in a wide grin and he gives a quick, teasing pinch to the meat of your hip, making you jolt. “If you keep staring at me like that I’m going to get impatient, you know.”
“As if you’re not already the most impatient man I’ve ever met?”
“Hey, now. It’s not even five minutes into your birthday and you’re already throwing insults at me? That doesn’t seem very fair.” Pretending to be hurt, Childe breathes out a rather dramatic sigh as he slumps to dock his chin against your shoulder. The tousled mess of his hair brushes your cheek in the process and it tickles enough to make you laugh.
“There, there,” You gently soothe him. Bringing your hand up out of the water, you reach back to run your fingers through that coppery brown mop and he hums a soft sound of appreciation in response. “You’ll get over it. I didn’t say it was a bad thing, did I?”
“I’d hope not.” He murmurs. “You can be just as impatient as me with the right incentive.”
“Oh?” You carefully close your fist at the root of his hair, giving it a faint yet no less suggestive tug. It was no mystery what he was referring to and you knew he was right about that. Childe did tend to make you feel restless in a way that was unique to him and him alone, and you couldn’t always tell when it was annoyance at his boyish antics or when it was the pure, unfiltered desire you couldn’t deny you harbored for him. Sometimes it seemed like they were one and the same.
Even now there’s a spark of challenge in his gaze when he nudges his face up to peer at you from your shoulder. The scales always seemed as likely to tip in one direction as the other, and you never could be totally sure if you were about to fuck or fight. But in this particular instance though, sequestered away in the quaint mountainside villa he’d rented for the two of you, the outcome felt like it was already predetermined. There was only one way this could end. You were greatly looking forward to it, if you were being honest, after dancing around each other for the half a day you’d already been here.
It looks like Childe is in full agreement of that as he rather possessively reaches down to squeeze his hands around your waist under the water. Your breath comes a little quicker at the gesture and you secretly delight at the soft way your skin pudges under his long fingers. He wasn’t an overly large man by any stretch of the imagination but his hands were big. His feet were quite sizable too, and his cock …
You can feel it stirring against your backside now. A small suggestion of movement that excites you a great deal and prompts you to loose a quiet groan when he drags his hands higher, palming over your ribs until he finds your tits a heartbeat later. Arms sliding forward, Childe cups them with a savory squeeze and a low, anticipatory sound of his own. The masculine vibration seems to compliment your feminine sigh in near perfect harmony, as if his vocal chords were perfectly tuned to match yours on the opposite end of the spectrum.
“Do you want half of your birthday present now, sweetheart?” He presses his lips to the jut of your shoulder in a soft, lingering kiss. “Or would you rather get out of the tub and let me spoil you some more first?”
It’s not really necessary to think about that too deeply. You were most partial to having your cake and eating it too, and past experience told you that Childe would be more than willing to oblige you in that sense. He always did, even if he gave you a hard time about it on occasion. It was just another angle to the game.
Giving his messy hair another slow motion tug, you pull until his head comes up and you can look him in the eye. Oh, how he loved when you did that and his reaction doesn’t disappoint. The inner twinkle behind his matte irises morphs into a full blown bonfire, smoldering something hot and unnameable that makes your body lock up with fast mounting tension. You’d thought you were ready for him before, when you first decided to climb into the bathtub together, but this … the two of you were just stoking each other's flames at this point.
“Now. I want you now, Childe. Please.”
The soft inflection in your voice has its intended effect. A certain edge creeps across his face and darkens his expression with the first real pangs of true arousal. It leaves him looking much less like a boyish scoundrel and more like a man in his prime considering how best to lay claim to your body.
You wonder, too, how he’ll decide to proceed from here even as you shift slightly to better observe him. Still nestled between his legs, your hip brushes against his stiffening cock when you move. The sensation makes you tingle all over and burn even hotter for him, your eyelids becoming heavy when he offers your tits a muted squeeze. It would be all too easy to start making demands and you were tempted. Given your status as the birthday girl (his words, not yours) you were certain he would do anything at all you asked of him for the next twenty-four hours but you were far more interested in finding out how he wanted to shower your body in attention first.
There would be plenty of time for you to take the lead later, after your curiosity had been thoroughly sated. He always enjoyed a little power play so it would be a treat for both of you anyway.
“You’ll have me now, if that’s what you want.” He tells you with a hint of confidentiality lacing his tone. “Do I get to call the shots?”
“For the moment you can.”
Childe snorts a quick laugh but he doesn’t argue the point. Instead, he gives your chest one final, kneading pinch and then drags his hands back to hold you around the middle. “Get on your knees for me, pretty girl?”
You send him a slow, considering look before deciding that you didn’t have enough information yet to figure out his angle. There were a few different things he could do with you in that position and the only way to narrow it down would be to find out for yourself firsthand.
So you rock forward, making the water slosh around you and lap at the sides of the tub as you get repositioned with your legs folded under you. The porcelain basin is comfortably big enough for two — further proof that Childe had gone above and beyond in picking out where you were to celebrate your birthday together — and you have plenty of room to maneuver around. But before you can get fully settled like that, he gently nudges you forward with his hands around your waist.
“Scoot down to the opposite end. Keep facing that way.”
Your pussy flutters in unmistakable excitement as you comply, going up on your knees so you can shuffle forward. Wet nipples strain against the cool air and it takes every ounce of willpower you possess not to simply turn on him right then and there. Wrestling with Childe for dominance didn’t seem like the best idea in a tub filled with bath water though so you refrain from acting on the impulse. You would have him exactly how you wanted him later on, in the comfort of the large bed the villa boasted. Or on the floor. Or the kitchenette counter. Archons, maybe you’d even take him out on the balcony attached to the bedroom and ride him out there. You were relatively certain he’d enjoy that.
For now, you try not to let your mind wander too much as you bring your hands up to brace along the rim of the tub, giving it a good squeeze to ground yourself. Childe moves around behind you, much less careful about it than you'd been, and some of the water sloshes over the edge as a result. You think to chide him for it but then his hands are on your hips, blunt fingers digging into plushy flesh hard enough to bruise. Your mind goes delightfully blank at the sharp pressure and you offer up an inviting arch of your back when his palms start to drag higher. Over the feminine curve of your waist, squeezing love handles along the way, across your ribcage and then back down again until he finds your ass.
Taking two pinching handfuls of your cheeks, Childe allows himself a moment to simply knead the flesh and jostle it as if in fascination. He likes watching the meat of your behind jiggle and bounce, especially when it was clapping back to meet the hard thrusts of his pelvis tit for tat. You knew this very well. He didn’t exactly try to hide it. You had an idea where this was going now, and you breathe out a quiet exhale when he finally spreads you open some moments later.
“Such a pretty pussy. Every time I see it I can’t help but think I must be the luckiest man in all of Teyvat.”
You look back at him over your shoulder, not at all surprised to find the appreciative, almost sappy expression on his face while he admires your cunt from behind. It certainly pleases you though, and you give your ass a playful shake to taunt him. “I’d say you’re probably right about that.”
Childe shoots you a quick, heated look that speaks volumes and belies his feelings on the matter. It was true. Perhaps not on an objective level but for him, for the Eleventh Fatui Harbinger, the man from Snezhnaya, it was very much a fact. The no doubt expensive villa was only a very small portion of the evidence he’d already provided to prove that.
The way he roves his attention back down and hungrily regards you is much more substantial. He resembles a half starved man now, and your breath reflexively catches in your throat when he stoops over you without another word. A quick, wet pass of his tongue over your asshole startles a jolt out of you. You’d expected him to dive straight into your cunt but you’re certainly not complaining about this turn of events.
Knuckles creaking, you grip the edge of the tub tightly while he kisses at the puckered hole for a brief moment before giving it another swipe with his tongue. It almost seems to tickle and you arch to better present yourself to him. He carefully prods over every wrinkle and crease, using just the tip to tease along the rim until he at last sets his sights on the vulnerable center when you start to fidget in impatience.
“Ooh …”
Your eyes slip shut as his tongue worms inside you and just penetrates your body. It’s a somewhat odd sensation but a decidedly pleasant one. Your pussy tingles in response, as if in phantom pleasure shared between them, already growing uncomfortably wet to match your need. Childe staunchly ignores it for the time being though and just continues to eat your ass like it’s the best meal he’s ever had. He slurps and sucks, swirls his tongue around for good measure and mouths at you with his lips until you can feel the tight muscle gradually relaxing under his insistent ministrations. It softens for him, obediently relaxing into the encompassing warmth, and you shudder faintly when he flicks over the raised rim with a fleshy nudge.
His hands squeeze where they’re latched onto the swell of your cheeks, keeping them spread and your defenseless little hole vulnerable to his attack. He’s relentless with it even when you gingerly rear back to grind yourself on his face. His responding groan, thick and muffled, assures you that he was enjoying this almost as much as you were. It wasn’t enough though. You needed a bit more friction than this if you were hoping to find release any time soon.
“Childe … if you’re going to do it then just do it. Don’t keep teasing me like that.”
He barks a quick, breathless laugh as he pulls away behind you, leaving your spit coated asshole to weakly twitch against the rush of cool air that comes in to replace his mouth. “And you had the nerve to call me impatient? What a joke.”
One of his hands abruptly retreats only to swat across the meat of your behind, making you yelp in surprise. Chuckling faintly, he slides the other inward to tease the blunt of his thumb over your puckered hole. Whatever sharp remark you’d been forming on your tongue immediately fizzles out and morphs into a low, heady groan. He was still taunting you with it but at least he was headed in the right direction now.
“Bastard …”
“Hah. I love the pet names you give me, mój rybeńko. Mine seem so dull and drab in comparison.”
It takes quite a bit of effort for you not to snap at him to quit being a smartass but you manage, somehow. Twisting your upper body, you instead look back at him again and pin Childe with a pout that you hope is more imploring than it is needy. If he interpreted it as the latter there was a very good chance he would just keep dangling what you want out of reach and never give it to you unless you begged him for it. You’d rather not stoop to that level — not because you were above such things but because he would consider it yet another win for him to tally up and it would rush straight to his head. His ego didn’t need any further inflating.
He just looks at you though, a small, sly smile playing at his rogue's mouth. The steady pass of his thumb over your asshole doesn’t retreat but he does increase the pressure enough to make you subtly twitch. There was nothing you wanted more than to feel him penetrating you in that moment.
“Childe …” You intone, making him laugh.
“It looks like you’re about to ask me very nicely for something, pretty girl. Of course under normal circumstances I’d wait to hear you out first but … it’s your birthday, sweetheart. You don’t need to ask me for anything today.”
You feel it then. His thumb curls down and finds the vulnerable center of your entrance, slowly pushing in on the muscle until it gives with a gradual stretch. Your mouth hinges open but nothing comes out other than a faltering, threadbare sound of pleasure. The resistance he meets is cursory at best and a surge of white hot static floods your system at the same time he pops past the barrier. It feels especially good when your sphincter weakly contracts around the intrusion and pinches at the thick column of his finger in a pulsing spasm, trying to suck him in deeper. Then, surprising a gasp out of you, he hooks his thumb to catch on the interior rim and gently starts to pull, further loosening the tight ring of muscle.
Your need for him growing by the second, you eagerly rear back to feel the press of broad knuckles digging into your skin. Childe’s lopsided grin is victorious as he watches you watch him finger your asshole open. It's getting harder to keep your eyes focused and fixed upon him when every fiber of your being wanted nothing more than to give itself over to the pleasure and simply bask in it, but you force your gaze to follow the motion when he bends down again. Oceanic eyes stay locked on yours as he opens his mouth and bites into the fleshy curve of one cheek. He doesn’t do it hard enough to break the skin, just enough to hurt and make your sphincter clench around his thumb. You felt like you were going mad.
Retracting his teeth a moment later, Childe replaces them with a soothing tongue. He laps over the dental indents he’s left behind and then kisses the tender spot before working his way lower. His lips trace a path over the delicate back of your thigh before angling inward to find your cunt. You outright seethe at the first brush of his mouth against your lips as you push back to meet him. His thumb gives a muted wriggle inside of you, teasing the nerve endings with the suggestion of something much more substantial stretching you open. He has to stoop quite low to reach like this, and all you can glimpse of him now is a shock of messy copper and the pale expanse of a scar littered back just beyond.
He stays true to his word though and he doesn’t make you ask for it. Nuzzling his face right up against you, he slots his mouth to your slit and starts to work you open with the tandem use of his tongue and lips. The voracious way he groans, hot breath puffing against sticky creases and folds, makes you shudder for him.
“Oh, fuck.” Finally losing the battle, you face forward again and let your head hang between your shoulders. Just let yourself focus on the satin sensation of having your pussy lips spread, the flick of a wet tongue soon following to drag through the accumulated slick inside. He gives his head a dull shake to better settle against you, and you bite down on your lip to stifle the frazzled sound that tries to crawl up your throat.
But it’s an effort in futility. The sound rips right out of you when Childe finds your clit, tongue swirling around the sensitive pleasure button to knock it back and forth. You keen, softly at first, and then with more harried conviction as he relentlessly batters the fleshy nub until you involuntarily quake. Your asshole just keeps squeezing his thumb, either trying to milk him for all he was worth or milk your own orgasm, you couldn’t be sure which. It doesn’t really matter though because he eats you from the back only long enough to make sure you were ready for him and then he pulls away to look at you again with a loud, wet smack of his lips.
“You’re already such a mess for me, sweetheart. What am I gonna’ do with you, huh?” Crooning softly, he brings his other hand close to hook that thumb into the meat of your labia. He pulls you open gently, admiring the sight of your cunt spread for him and your ass stuffed with his finger for a savory moment before loosing a stilted sigh. “Ready to be a good girl and take me?”
“Yes,” You practically hiss. “I want it.”
A quiet groan of satisfaction filters behind you, as anticipatory as it is laced with approval. He wasn’t always the smoothest operator. Some of your first disastrous intimate exchanges were fond memories that still brought a smile to your face even now. But sometimes, in the process of incessantly running his mouth, Childe could occasionally strike upon gold and this was decidedly one of them. Just the thought of taking him in deep, of having him pound you straight into a shaking orgasm, has your body sporadically clenching as if in faux release. You weren’t just ready, you were primed for it.
He shifts behind you then and starts to slowly pull his thumb out of your ass. You whine at the loss as much as at the sensation of your interior gripping at him, flesh clinging desperately to flesh, but he doesn’t appear to pay it any mind. His digit comes out with a barely audible pop to leave your sphincter weakly contracting around nothing. Directing both hands to your bottom, he sinks battle hardened fingers into the cushiony give and spreads you open again. You can feel the loosened ring of muscle winking up at him expectantly and you brace for the slide of his thick cock.
It doesn’t come though. Not where you’d expected it to.
You’d been so sure he was building up to taking you up the back that the abrupt press of his cock head into your pussy catches you off guard. A shrill, startled sound erupts out of you as Childe shoves himself into the palpitating sleeve of your body, sinking deep on a single thrust. Clutching at the edge of the tub hard enough to make the joints ache, you throw your head back and blindly keen at the ceiling. He merely grunts behind you, the tremor in his voice evident as he gives his hips another push to bury himself further within you. The stretch is immaculate for as unexpected as it is and it drives you crazy.
Childe keeps pushing, pushing, pushing, forcing your cunt to make room for him until you feel the unmistakable weight of his ballsack settle against you from behind. You’re dizzy with it and you rock forward on your knees, bleating like some wounded little thing. Then you eagerly push back on him, grinding yourself on his length, and it punches another sensitive groan out of you. He mirrors the sound in the same heartbeat, the vibration of that low, masculine rumble rushing straight to your cunt. It may not have been what you’d expected but god, it felt good.
“Archons, you’re perfect.” He sounds about as frazzled as you did in that moment. This knowledge doesn’t do much to calm the erratic rhythm of your pulse but it does fill you with a helium sense of swelling pride. Even for all his cocky surety and self confidence, he was still a man with all the same weaknesses as any other. Getting his dick wet with some regularity hadn’t yet changed that.
“Fuck me, Childe.” You groan, for his benefit as much as your own. “Fuck me hard. Please.”
Letting out a slow, faltering breath, he obliges you and starts to move. Angles his hips back in torturous slow motion to ensure both of you felt the gradual drag of his cock against your interior in stunning high definition. Your guts try to cling to him again but the fleshy glide is smooth and sticky with arousal, and you whine low in your throat at the loss. Then he pushes back in with one long, drawn out thrust that slowly fills you up again. The tight press of his balls against your labia makes you shudder, and the involuntary reaction seems to bleed right through you into him. He trembles stiffly as well, gripping your ass cheeks so hard you were sure to find blooming splotches in the shape of his fingertips come morning, but the dull pain just excites you even more. You were soaked and only getting wetter.
That fact becomes even more obvious when he starts to thrust in earnest, working his way up to settle into a fast, steady pace, and your pussy loudly squelches on each rapid fire plunge. The way he continues to hold you open while he fucks you doesn’t exactly help, and the resulting noise is almost enough to embarrass you. If it had been anyone else, anyone who was not as unapologetic and loutish as he was, you probably would’ve been wilting in shame. But Childe actually seems to enjoy it on some level, for he groans hotly in response when your cunt noisily slurps around his cock and the rhythmic plap of his hips meeting your skin quickly grows even sharper.
Sliding one of his hands inward over the bouncing swell of your ass, he finds your abandoned hole again and starts to worm his thumb inside. Your already strained breaths catch at the penetration but he slips in past the ring of muscle just as easily as before. You feel indescribably stuffed now, your body singing in fast thrumming ecstasy while you wildly clench around both intrusions.
“Fuck.” He hisses. “You get so damn tight when I do this.”
Your cotton stuffed head is a little too shot to formulate a response now, so you just wail your pleasure for the whole villa to hear. That he’d likely planned for this to happen and picked out a rental destination with privacy at the forefront of his mind was obvious, and you couldn’t have been more grateful for it in that moment. You weren’t sure if you could have kept your volume in check even if you’d wanted to.
Especially not when you already felt so sickeningly close to the edge that the weight of your impending orgasm very nearly chokes you up. You weren’t just going to cum. It felt like you were going to implode.
“Ooh! Gods! Ch - Childe! I … oooh, shit, mm’gonna’ cum!”
The sound he barks out in response is like something between a laugh and a groan. Like he couldn’t quite decide which he wanted to do more. To your stumbling surprise, however, he doesn’t keep fucking into you. Doesn’t speed up or go harder to shove you over into the waiting abyss below, just out of reach and only getting further away when he abruptly stops instead. The sloshing water continues to move even when he doesn’t and it laps at your heated skin in a taunting caress. Failing to keep your reaction under control, you whip your head around to look back at him incredulously.
“What are you doing!” You demand, a little more shrill than you’d intended.
Childe pins you with a relatively steady yet still pained look from where he remains hunched over your bottom half. The way his battered knuckles seem to be turning white from how hard he’s gripping your ass does not escape your notice but it also does absolutely nothing to placate you.
“Don’t look at me like that. I’m giving you exactly what you want, moja miłość.”
“What —“
His rumbling groan and the way he screws his eyes shut for a brief moment makes it clear that it’s just as difficult for him to fight the urge to keep rutting into you as it is for you to accept it. You don’t understand it though, why he would stop like that when you were so close, and you fix him with a wide eyed question as he gingerly rocks back to ease his cock out. You’re not sure if you should be pissed at him or not when he carefully stands up behind you, leaving his thumb stuffed in your ass for the time being, but you bite your tongue to stay any of the sharp remarks forming there. He had about ten seconds to make his next move and then you’d be taking matters into your own hands. Literally.
Bending over you now, Childe curls his hand to push down on the inner rim of your asshole as if testing the give. You moan at the pressure, very softly, even though you try not to. Something clicks into place in your mind, and your gaze frantically darts between his darkened expression and his stiff cock where it dangles between his legs. Just the warm flicker of the candles is enough to make the wet skin glisten, so thoroughly coated in your slick that it almost looked like he was lubed up with sticky grease. It probably wouldn’t have been enough for your first, second or even third time but … he’d fucked your ass enough that your sphincter was well trained to accept him now. It was often the safer choice when an unplanned pregnancy could mean disastrous results for the both of you.
But your pussy weakly contracts around nothing, missing the stretch and the weight of him inside of you. It wanted to be stuffed and filled, and pounded almost as much as your ass did, and you can’t stop yourself from whining when he pokes and prods at you some more before finally sliding his thumb out again. Feeling needy and desperate enough that you think you really might just cry, you plaintively shake your bottom at him in humble supplication.
“Childe, please …”
“Hush, pretty girl. I’m going to take care of you, don’t you worry about that.”
Shuffling forward a pinch so that his feet bracket your knees, he reaches down to grip his cock at the base and then lowers himself in a wide legged crouch. He guides his cock straight to the center of your waiting, puffy hole, using his other hand to squeeze one of your cheeks and spread it from the other. You practically blubber at the first press of his blunt head even as you give a tiny little push to more easily accept the insertion. Childe takes it slow and easy though, giving your entrance a chance to adjust and accommodate him. Inch by tortuous inch, he slips inside until you feel the unmistakable pop when he fully breaches that fluttering ring of muscle. The rest of him comes much quicker after that, and much smoother. Your sphincter can’t close like this and it also can’t work to push him out. It tries, valiantly clenching around his thick length as if to find purchase along all that smooth skin, but it’s useless. He slides in right down to the hilt and seats himself inside you as far as he can go.
The sound that finally rattles out of you is wild and stretched paper thin. Some sort of wordless animal noise that makes your eyes vibrate in their sockets.
Heaving a deeply bothered sound of his own, Childe seems to hesitate a moment. Like he was finding his bearings and making sure he had a good grip on his own self control before starting up. His large hands squeeze around your waist, making love handles pudge up between his fingers, hard enough to make you wince. But it’s nothing compared to the intense drag along your guts when he at last begins to angle his pelvis back, using those long, somewhat gangly legs to pull out until only the glans remains wedged inside you. Your asshole eagerly spasms around the mind numbing penetration before he pushes back in, stretches it back out to the full width of his cock, and you outright shriek in delight.
He settles into his pace much slower than he had when he was stuffing your cunt but it doesn’t take long for him to have a good rhythm going. Your ass isn’t half as noisy either, and the solid plap, plap, plap of his pelvis meeting your bouncing cheeks almost completely drowns out the sounds of soft, wet flesh clicking into place. Much to your groaning relief, the thrumming tension from before comes rushing right back up to the surface almost immediately, making you writhe underneath him. It was a slightly different sort of pressure but it was just as good. Just as potent. Hell, it may have even been better, considering how the deep plunge of his cock makes every single nerve ending in your lower body light up like a firework. Suddenly you didn’t mind so much that your drooling cunt was being neglected.
“Harder.” You gasp, clutching the tub so tight your fingers hurt. “Fuck my ass harder, Childe!”
Groaning, he hunches further over you and does just that. With his front almost flush against your painfully arched back, his range of movement is much more limited and he can’t quite achieve those long, drawn out thrusts anymore. But to make up for it he ruts into you faster, humping you so enthusiastically it makes your tits bounce. The burning stretch rapidly becomes overwhelming and you simply allow yourself to ragdoll between him and the side of the bathtub, moaning loudly in ecstasy.
His hands sliding off your sides with one final, possessive squeeze, he reaches one of them up your body to cup a swaying breast in his palm. Blunt fingers fumble to find your nipple, giving it a quick pinch and a tug to make you wail. The other slides down and dips between your thighs. Calloused digits brush over the apex of your mound, briefly caressing your swollen clit to make you judder and shake for him, before reaching further back. You’re so punchdrunk on fast pumping endorphins that you almost don’t even realize what he’s doing until it’s too late. At the last possible second it slams into you like a sack of bricks and you lurch under him with a frantic, startled shriek of pure joy.
All at once, Childe shoves two of his fingers into your waiting cunt. A third quickly joins them and although the stretch is not nearly as satisfying as his cock, it still has you seeing damn near double while you sway inside the tub. His reach is quite limited from this angle so he can’t bury them in you straight down to the knuckle, but he insidiously curls them to press hard into your upper wall. Stars erupt across your vision at the intense pressure as your pussy absolutely floods with sticky slick. The throbbing pulse in your ass doubles and then triples, toeing the line of being unbearable now, but there was no escaping it. He had you so completely trapped under him that you couldn’t have scuttled away even if you’d tried.
The only thing you can do is cry out and helplessly rock against him, pushed forward with each quick, piston-like thrust and then pulled back against him again with his hold on you. It was overwhelming in the best possible way. You’d never felt quite so fucked out as you do in that moment with both holes stuffed and aching, Childe’s cock relentlessly carving out a space within you for himself while his fingers attack that tight cluster of nerves just on the other side of your inner sleeve. His seemingly limitless energy reserves had never felt as much a blessing as it does right now. You weren’t sure how many other men could have kept up the effort in this, frankly, awkward position long enough for your orgasm to build up again but he does it with ease. His pace doesn’t even so much as falter when you start to shake in earnest, warning tremors tearing through your body faster than you can comprehend. He just tightens his hold on you and keeps going, slamming into your ass too quickly for you to brace against it.
It felt like you were going to shatter into a million little pieces.
“Ooh, sweetheart … you’re really soaking my fingers.” He manages to huff out, barely heard over your own mindless bleating. “I told you I’d take care of you, didn’t I? Huh?” Pausing, Childe turns his head to press a brief kiss to your trembling shoulder and then he laughs, breathless and thin. “You’re about to cum, aren’t you? I can feel how hard you’re squeezing me … ahh, fuck. I’m gonna’ cum too. You feel so damn good though, how could I not?”
A wounded, highly undignified sound bursts out of you as your orgasm starts to really bear down on you now. The tension running through your body like a livewire is suffocating in its potency, and thinking about him shooting his load deep into your ass just makes it even worse. It felt like you were drowning in it, and you helplessly buck underneath him. His hold on you is as good as iron though and he keeps you clutched against him no matter how wild you get.
The first trickle that comes out of you almost goes unnoticed, but you realize what’s happening the second time your pussy eagerly squirts all over his hand. Even in your fucked out state you’re acutely aware of it running down his wrist and dribbling down your inner thighs in warm, very noticeable rivulets. Childe groans when you do it a third time, as if the slick was being forced right out of you thanks to the building pressure in both holes, and you screw your eyes shut with a strangled scream. You almost couldn’t believe it but there was no denying the obscene amount of fluid coating your skin, and it only becomes all the more obvious when you at last tip over the edge.
It’s the sound of his gruff, half strangled groan right next to your ear that finally does it. You cum with a lurching gasp, shaking so intensely he has to readjust the way he’s holding onto you to keep you in place. Your pulsating cunt erupts, shooting slick everywhere while your ass contracts around his cock in an uncontrollable series of spasms. You judder and writhe, twisting through your release even as he continues to fuck into you from behind. It’s as much to ride you through it as chase his own, and you let out a weak, thoroughly dazed mewl when Childe grunts his own pleasure just a short moment later.
His cock eagerly twitches as it pumps your ass full and he goes still over top of you with a harried little whimper of his own. You can’t help the way you jolt at the sound, so sweet and vulnerable that it rushes straight to your well used cunt. You’re a bit too satiated in the aftermath to think about round two just yet though, so you focus on trying to catch your breath while he recovers enough to pull out. It takes a prolonged moment for him to get his bearings straight but, eventually, he carefully works to untangle himself from you, and then plops back to sit in the water. You didn’t doubt that that had been quite the workout on his legs and you almost start to feel sorry for him — but when you gingerly shift around to glance back at the troublesome Snezhnayan, he looks nothing if not pleased. Quite proud of himself, actually.
“Are you sure that was supposed to be a gift for me?” You ask rather sweetly, offering him a knowing smile. “Or were you just challenging yourself and hoping to get a good workout in while you were at it?”
“It was a treat for both of us.” He tells you candidly. “Don’t pretend like you didn’t like it. Just look at how pruned my fingers are!”
He holds his hand out and you squint at the three middle fingers, noting that they were indeed rather wrinkled. You quickly reach up to shove at his wrist though, pushing him away so you can get turned the rest of the way around and fully face him. Your body throbs slightly as you get settled again, especially your stretched asshole, but it is a decidedly good kind of ache. The distant sensation of his cum sitting hot and heavy in your guts brings a dopey smile to your face, even when you try very hard to keep it at bay. For better or worse, Childe seemed to have that effect on you more often than not.
“Alright, alright. We both enjoyed it. Me especially. Happy?”
He positively grins from ear to ear. “Very.”
Comfortable in the afterglow, you carefully draw your knees up and wrap your arms around them, just looking at him. He was much too charming for his own good, you decide for the upteenth time since you’d met back in Liyue. How you’d gotten here, sequestered in this quaint Fontaine villa out in the countryside, was probably anyone’s guess at this point but you were glad it had turned out this way. It was hard to imagine your life without him in it after he’d already wormed his way in. He wasn’t the sort of man one could easily forget, after all.
“So what’s next on the itinerary?”
Childe hums in thought, his wide smile taking on a sly, mischievous edge now. “Wanna’ go into the bedroom and sit on my face for a while, girlie?”
Your body stirs with immediate interest. You’d thought you were well sated for the time being but, well … Childe tended to have this effect on you too. It would have been incredibly frustrating had he not been oh so very fun to fool around with.
Now you’re grinning too, an almost perfect mirror to his expression. “Is that even really a question?”
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How To Save A Life
Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader One-Shot
Word Count: 1.5K
Warnings: Explicit Language, Angst
Author's Note: Hi, I made a part 2 so no one would be sad :) -Thorne
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It’s been a week since Price let them have leave after the mission, but no one left the base, most feel like they can’t. Price, being the saint he is, let them handle training for the new recruits instead of forcing them to leave. It’s easy work. Yelling at fresh meat is always something officers can do with perfection, whether it be to eat, shit, shower, or shave.
This time, it’s a meeting.
The meeting hall of the base is filled with chatter, laughter, and arguing. Multitudes of metal tables fill the floor. The officers of the 141 are sitting at a table of their own near the front, waiting for Price to start when the doors open and two men walk in flagged by a third.
“Admiral on deck!” One shouts.
Fifty men hit their feet at attention as the old man steps in behind the two, tucking his sunglasses into his breast pocket. The uniform he wears is old, World War Two old, they realize as they stare at him. He’s old and whitened, trimmed white hair and a mustache to go with it. His wrinkled hand wraps around a cane as he steps past, but it’s almost like he doesn’t even need it, legs still firm and strengthened.
He doesn’t give them the call to stand relieved, and the enlisted are looking to Price and the others for their next move; they’re still standing at attention. He’s old. Retired no doubt, and they don’t have to salute or stand at attention to him, but they’re not about to argue.
The old man walks past to the wall across the room and admires it. “‘Those Who Went Above and Beyond’,” he reads, whistling at the end. “Quite a few souls this task force has acquired.” He looks over their pictures before falling on the one that had joined a week before. “What a pretty dove,” he murmurs to himself, pulling the picture off the wall.
He walks over to a table and turns the photo face down, slamming it on the hard corner. Glass shatters on the front and everyone save the officers jump at the action. He snags the photo from the frame, letting it fall without care as he raises it in his hand, a woman in her enlisted uniform, barely out of the cusp of her adulthood.
“I tried to make her into a well-respected lady, but she never wanted to be anything but an officer.” His smile is prideful. “Went behind my back to enlist. Was madder than a hornet when I found out, but when I saw her in that uniform…I was never more proud.” He shows everyone the photo. “My granddaughter. The only surviving child of my only son. The woman I raised.”
They know her, all of them do. She’s the one who died last week.
His eyes don’t leave her face. “And someone here in this room is the someone she died for.” He finally scans the room. “I don’t know who he is. I don’t particularly care to know anything about him.”
For once in his life, Ghost wishes he wasn’t who he was.
“Ghost,” he says and all eyes in the room shift with a palpable force to the masked man at the front table. “Where are you.”
“Here, Admiral,” Ghost replies and the old man takes his time to get there, standing in front of him.
“What’s your rank, son?”
“Lieutenant, sir.”
“How many kills do you have to your name?”
“Over three-hundred.”
“Hmpf.” Ghost’s a giant compared to him, but he stares like he’s a foot tall. He raises the photo. “She talked about you. About the task force in her letters. Kept talking about a ghost in them. Could never figure out what she meant by it. But…I see now.” He puts the photo in front of his face. “Look at her, Ghost.”
And Ghost does. Follows the order, but wishes he could feel anything but the overwhelming regret.
“Have anything you wish you could’ve said to her?”
He does.
He has hundreds of things he could tell her.
Don’t die for me.
Die for something worth dying for.
He says nothing and the Admiral nods, turning the photo back to himself. “She was the light of my world. The hopes of all my pride and joy.” His smile is almost contagious. “They used to ask us what we were fighting for in the War. I had nothing. But if I’d had her back then, it would’ve been her.”
His hand dips into his pocket and he pulls something out, punching it through the top of the photo; a tack.
“And now I buried her. Shot dead in the asshole end of Russia by an enemy she had no business fighting. Dying for her superior. I wonder if she ever wished for a more honorable ending. I wonder if you tried to save her.”
“She died for you, Lieutenant. My little girl died for you.” He put the photo square in the center of Ghost’s chest and raised his fist, slamming it against the man. Ghost didn’t even flinch as the metal pierced his clothing, skin, and into the bone of his sternum. “Don’t you ever fucking forget it.”
He turns, walking back to the door and leaves without another word.
Price relieves them but no one even wants to move; they’re all still staring at Ghost.
And Ghost, Ghost doesn’t move from his attention, feels nothing but a three by five piece of paper burning itself into his chest. Something starts to feel too tight in his heart. Twisting so painfully that he can’t breathe. There are too many eyes on him, too many murmurs he can hear. He feels the heat on his hands, looks down finally at them and sees blood, he blinks, eyes widening as the world around them him shifts. Snow crunches under his boots as he looks up, sees her in the distance held in the arms of a man who looks awfully like him. He starts moving, feet carrying him in a sprint across the battlefield as puffs of white air escape through the mask. The man is shaking her, screaming at her to wake up, and he can’t breathe, hands outstretched for her as he slides to his knees. He touches her and—
***
Ghost shoots up with an audible gasp, lifting the mask above his mouth so he can suck in air into his deprived lungs. Sleep-filled eyes suddenly awake. He shudders as warm air fills his body and looks around the hospital room, at the monitor still steadily beeping along, the clean sheets on the bed, and the woman tucked in, quietly breathing as she sleeps.
He lets his shoulders fall in relief as he settles back into the uncomfortable hospital chair. He remembers now. Soap and Gaz taking out the shooter, Ghost calling in a rescue after she’d fallen unconscious. The chopper picking them up, keeping her stable until they arrived. The surgery. The survival.
She’s alive.
She’s still fucking alive.
Ghost takes a look at her, her expression calm; his hand moves on its own accord, gently brushing along her cheek. Her skin is warm under his fingers and he dips his hand down, laying it in the center of her chest. Her heart beats solidly beneath, strongly. Too stubborn to die, she’d muttered when they’d gotten her to the hospital.
He wishes he’d never hurt the heart beneath.
He’s so focused on the feeling of her beating beneath him to notice her eyes have opened. It’s the change in her breathing that alerts him and he looks up, doesn’t remove his palm as he meets her slitted gaze.
“How you feelin’, rookie?” he asks softly, and she merely smiles at him.
“Hey, LT…” she whispers, throat scratchy with cotton. His thumb brushes in a calming line and she adds, “Knew you liked me too.”
Ghost laughs, corners of his mouth pulling up as he smiles. He doesn’t respond, but he doesn’t pull away from her either. He simply keeps his hand there and stares at her as she stares back, both smiling at each other.
“I’ll spend as long as it takes to repay you for saving my life.”
She shakes her head, or tries to and lifts a shaky hand, laying it atop his. “Take me out on a date…I’ll consider it even.”
He breathes deeply.
Ghost doesn’t know if he can trust himself to love.
Ghost doesn’t do love.
Ghost has never kept anyone close enough to attempt love.
But Simon Riley loves.
He stays with her all night. They talk as long as the medicine allows for her to stay awake until the periods where he simply watches her in silence. Protects her when she’s vulnerable. Simon feels the burn in his chest. The coldness of the dead organ beginning to de-freeze to live again. He’s scared. Unprepared for what’s to come with this. But something in there too feels like it’s been saved. He’s been saved.
And I would’ve stayed up with you all night, had I known how to save a life.
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