#even a nice ask would put me on cloud 9

[staycait]

Morax's Type

NSFW Warning, Minors DNI.

You've been introduced to Zhongli by the Traveler, and instantly became friends. You feel like you've seen him before, or whatever. But each day you got closer, you started to notice marks around his body. What could this possibly mean?

Fem!Reader x Yan!Morax.

Getting to know Zhongli was overall a great experience, you both had some things you shared in common. And becoming close friends with him didn't seem like a problem at all. He was a nice, well-spoken and dressed man who had common sense and manners. You really liked this about him, and found yourself enjoying his company every time you had it.

Each second, minute, hour, day, week, seemed to have passed so fast whenever you were with him, he always had something to tell you, and always had a topic that always piques your interests. He never had the mora to, bring you into fancy restaurants and operas as such. But he is a kind man, you supposed that you'd let this slide.

You two have been close for a long while, and it felt like you always had an unbreakable bond whenever you two were around each other. While eating at a cheap restaurant you and him had always go to, you noticed, a bit of his glove was loose. And you saw his hand-- A Golden color that faded into black colored hand was under his glove, you weren't sure because you only saw a glimpse of it. You thought it was his sleeves, but his sleeves didn't look like the pattern you saw of his hand earlier, since you only saw a bit of it.

You didn't bother to ask him about what you saw, you had tried convinced yourself it was his sleeve. Even though it obviously wasn't. You really weren't, so you had to investigate it further. And you had to do that while he was napping. But it was still early afternoon, and you were too scared to ask what was under Zhongli's glove, what if he hurt you? Having these thoughts were scary but you knew he wouldn't do that to you. But you were still scared, so you let yourself stay curious until nightfall.

"May I stay over your place for this night? I suppose you wouldn't mind having me as a guest in your rather ravishing home, wouldn't you? And if I can.. I may tell you anything you need and/or want to know, as long as it does not require me to.. Break a contract." You were surprised by his statement, it was as if he just read your mind..

"Oh, Sure! It's always lovely to have you around." And you gave him a nice soft smile. Giving in return, his warm, fuzzy, reassuring smile.

"This is very much appreciated, my greatest thanks to you." He then put your hands above his, and planted in a kiss. You knew he was a gentleman but, this really surprised you. He has done this some other times and yet, it still shocks you, turning you into a mannequin every other time he will do this. Making you feel like you're in a fantasy, or in cloud 9. Maybe even in Celestia.

"Ah! No problem at all!"

--

After making sure your house was neat and presentable, you finally went and jumped on your comfy bed. Thinking about how you would finally satisfy your curiosity-- or even find something out for the worse, better, or for you to find out a bigger secret. But it was also a big mistake of you to.

A few minutes later, Zhongli finally arrived. He looked handsome as usual, and you complimented him on that. He smiled and said you looked much better than he did. And that got you smiling and blushing a bit. You showed him into the kitchen, as you had prepared food for the both of you.

"This is a very nice gesture, you truly are worthy of being my-- friend. You certainly know how to please people." Looking at the food on the dining table, "Ah! You made my favorite, Slow-Cooked Bamboo Shoot Soup. You would make a beautiful partner."

You blushed when he finished his sentence, "It's no big deal, I just wanted to be kind and cook some food." You tried to keep calm but, something in you wants to give in to temptation. He always had his way with you, physically or verbally, and it had you melting for him. You obviously didn't show him how you truly felt, it would make the relationship and tension between you two more awkward. And you hated awkwardness.

You two sat down and ate the food you had prepared. Thinking of ways on how you would try and see what was going on in his hand that you saw much earlier before. It didn't seem easy for you this time, you knew Zhongli, and Zhongli knew you. But you really needed to see what was going on. You could ask the Traveler for help, or do it yourself. And as this saying goes; "Go big or go home", you chose to go big. Asking the Traveler for this would make it seem like you were crazy. Same scenario but with Zhongli himself. You seemed too focused on dinner so obviously, Zhongli had noticed.

"Haha, are you trying to plan something? You seem like you are. Or are you simply just thinking about anything? Care to share?" You couldn't share this to him, no you really couldn't. He was too nice of a man, what if he was a monster, what if he hurts you, what if he's not really Zhongli? You were too focused on thoughts and trying to figure out how to take a look at his hand that you didn't realize Zhongli calling out for you.

"I-I am so sorry. That was improper of me, I.. Did you say anything? I'm sorry I didn't hear you.." You looked down at your food, it looked halfway through to being finished. "I am sure you know that it is impolite to not look at another person's eye in a conversation, but is there anything wrong?" Zhongli looked at you worried, still giving you that warm soft smile. You couldn't help but feel like you're.. In love with him. But you remembered his marks. So you felt scared again, all these emotions at the same time made you pass out.

You woke up in your bedroom, nicely tucked in while Zhongli was hugging your waist. You sat up carefully, trying to think about the current situation and what happened earlier. Then you remembered, Zhongli's hands! You wanted to know what was going on with it, you looked at him, then his gloved hand. You grabbed his hand and placed it on your palm, slowly, but surely taking off his gloves. Seeing his golden arm fade into ink black with golden striped hands that had a yellow gold diamond slowly reveal itself. You were breathing really hard and heavy, you were almost halfway there when Zhongli moved. You suddenly had the thought of him hurting you, hating you, or any worse case scenario you could think of, so you just went back to sleep with him.

The next day, you couldn't find Zhongli in your room. You went downstairs and still didn't find him, you went outside your house to find him, he also wasn't there. So he most definitely left your house, "Were you looking for me? I was just making breakfast in your kitchen, I hope you do not mind me using up some of your things and ingredients. Come on, come with me to the kitchen. I'll show you what I've made for the both of us."

Going to your kitchen, you smelled the aroma of delicious food that he made, most of them being your favorite food that did not involve seafood, you knew he hated seafood and you giggled at him. He was so cute and so gentlemanly.. You couldn't help but want to kiss him right here, like he was your husband living in the same house with you. As if you two were a happy married couple, living your lives to the fullest. Except this was only what you felt, you had no clue whether Zhongli wanted to those things with you, or if you're stuck in a one-sided love relationship.

You wanted to confront him about your feelings of love towards him, but being scared of rejection you never did. You let your dreams and hopes be hopes and dreams. You knew it would be too late if you already gained up the courage to confess about your feelings towards him. Being afraid, you let yourself get hurt and drown in the harsh waves of the sea of fear.

A few days has passed since, you wanted to forget about your feelings about him and try to discover who he truly was or it or whatever. You had been a hopeless romantic ever since your teenage years, seeking for simple validation and kind hearted peoples love. You found one, but you're not sure if he liked you back. You wanted to forget that you had feelings for him, you wanted to have a normal friendship with him, where you didn't have any lovey-dovey feelings for him whatsoever. You loved the thought of Zhongli and you together, sadly you thought the universe rejected for this to come true.

Overtime, your feelings for him grew more than less, you didn't realize it yourself. As when you did, you decided to finally confess to him. On the Liyue bridge as the sun is setting, that would be the perfect place to confess to him, and a huge heartbreak if he rejects you. You told him to meet you at the Liyue bridge by 4pm. Today was the day you were going to change your life, to find out if Zhongli liked you back or your biggest regret in life.

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You saw him. You saw.. Who you thought was Zhongli.. In your dreams. He looked like him, he was carrying someone, and that someone looked like.. You. He was carrying you out of battle, almost looking like they were being protected. But you didn't know if that was your blood or if it was another's. The hands of the man was just like Zhongli's..Was this a sign that you shouldn't confess? Or just a coincidence? Could he be hiding something? Was it just another weird dream? Did you think about Zhongli too much? You wanted to ask the traveler. Maybe he knew something you didn't. Something you needed to know. Something anyone would die for to find out.

You went to the location in your dream. It was grassy and it looked like it was on a mountain. I mean-- of course, mountains are grassy. But this one had a particular specialty to it. Like, it felt as if the air was calm, and the atmosphere was soothing. You suddenly feel a familiar presence coming, so you hid in some bushes near where you were previously at. You were waiting anxiously. Preparing and bracing yourself for whatever danger is lying ahead.

But it was.. Zhongli? He was carrying something, or someone. You were startled. Zhongli wouldn't dare hurt anyone, he was such a gentleman, he isn't that type of man, no. You were watching him while trembling as to what was going to happen next. And then-- he saw you in the bushes, he smiled at you and started walking towards you dropping the trash bag that left a trail of a human's blood. You decided to run away but he was much faster than you and caught you in no time. He tied you up, but didn't do anything else.

"Out of all the people I've thought caught me, you were here.. I expected another person and had intended of killing them off to easily not get caught by the Millelith. But it was only you." He gave you an evil grin, you looked into his eyes, they looked lovesick and so desperate. You were petrified, you didn't know what to do, but he starts using a small knife to bring your chin up to make you look directly at him. It's sharp edge teasing the skin of your throat, looking so dull yet looking like it's been through millions of blood shed and baths. He then starts kissing you, making out actually. You couldn't find yourself in the position to pull out of the kiss because.. He was actually really good. Not just really good— Amazing. It felt so good but so wrong, you chose to just succumb into his lust filled actions.

"I have always known you were right on me, so close to finding out that I was the Geo Archon, I remember you pulling my sleeves up.. Oh darling, you're just as adorable as it gets."

Biting your lower lip to silence down your lewd noises, having a strong grip on Morax's broad shoulder's. You went up and down on his cock for what felt like ages, he had a strong firm hold on your waist and was pushing you to ride him until you cum. Hung on to every English word you could remember and make out in between the sobs, you tried to keep telling him you couldn't do it anymore, that it was too tiring and too much work to do. How it was hard and you were unable to do such a thing.

He wanted you to top him, but you weren't doing a great job at it. This was your first time, and you had no experience. The only time you've had the chance to is when you read books that had a scene where 2 or 3 characters had sex. And you made up those scenarios in your mind thinking; This is easy, I can definitely do this!-- You were horribly wrong. You didn't have much of the strength to keep on the continuation of riding him, and even you doing all this hasn't made you cum yet. You feel frustrated at the thought.

Bouncing and bouncing on Morax, you wanted to stop riding him already, you were in no state to do such a thing. "Don't silence yourself, I want to hear every single moan that escapes from your mouth." With that, Morax pushes you down a bit until you felt his tip hit your g-spot. You immediately threw your head back and let out a really loud and lewd moan. Ignoring the dead body of the man who had insulted your hair 3 days ago.

You didn't know if you liked this or not, knowing that "Zhongli" was actually "Morax" turned you on a lot. Getting fucked by Liyue's Archon however.. Made you feel like what you were doing was wrong. But the other part of you said this was a once in a lifetime opportunity (not) and that you should just enjoy what was happening because you were fucking the Morax. And out of all the tens of thousands of people in Liyue Harbor, he chose you to ride him.

Your tongue lolled out and cunt wide open for him while his giant dick is currently inside of it penetrating your walls in the best possible ways ever that you know you probably won't feel again anymore, you suppose you do know what to feel about having sex with Morax.

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin smut #genshin yandere #zhongli #genshin zhongli #zhongli x fem!reader #zhongli x reader smut #zhongli smut #zhongli x reader

[fabuloustrash05]

Huskerdust: First Date Headcanons!

When the two started being in casual flirting territory, Angel would always jokingly ask Husk when they’re hanging out together when he was gonna take him on a “real date”. Angel was then caught off guard when one day, after saying the joke again, Husk responded nonchalantly with “How about tonight?”

Angel nearly choked on his drink. After processing that Husk was in fact serious, that he wants to take him on a date, Angel happily accepted.

Angel spent HOURS trying to pick out the perfect outfit for their date, texting Cherri for suggestions and panicking like crazy. Husk didn't think to much and just a wore nice shirt, pants and tie.

Niffty put together a small bouquet of flowers for Husk to give to Angel.

They were both extremely nervous and panicking on the inside. Husk especially, though on the outside he looked calm and chill, inside he was a nervous wreck, wanting the night to be perfect and fear one screw up will make Angel never want to talk to him again.

Husk referred to Angel as "Anthony" throughout the whole evening.

They went out for a dinner date to a nice fancy restaurant (Charlie was able to use her royal status to get them a reservation).

Charlie may or may not be spying on them (with Vaggie tagging along trying to convince her GF to go home and leave them alone).

Instead of walking back to the hotel, Husk actually carried Angel bridal style and flew back. This happened because Angel teasingly said during the date "So is this when you'll sweep me off my feet? Lol"

Finishing their evening Angel was CONVINCED Husk was gonna want to sleep with him. He was preparing for it, but as they made it back to the hotel and Husk walked Angel back to his room, Husk gave Angel a gentle kiss on the cheek, wishing him a goodnight, and that was it.

This left Angel speechless and very confused. Why would Husk go all out for him with a nice dinner and a romantic evening if he wasn’t expecting sex afterwards?! That’s when Angel confronts Husk, demanding to know why he did all that for him if he wasn’t going to sleep with him. Doesn’t he want to be rewarded for everything? Husk tells Angel straight up that that wasn’t his intention with the date and how he did all of this because he likes Angel and wanted him to feel special. He tells Angel that he does like him and cares for him deeply, but sex is not his top priority when it comes to a relationship. Husk wants to take things slow with Angel before anything between them even turns physical.

It would be at that moment Angel truly realizes that Husk is different and special, and he’s gonna appreciate every moment he shares with him. They would share a loving embrace before parting ways, wishing each a good night, sleeping in their own separate rooms, with Husk left absolutely smitten, and Angel on cloud 9, calling Cherri to tell her everything.

#fabtrash headcanons #hazbin headcanons #hazbin hotel #huskerdust #angelhusk #angel x husk #hazbin angel dust #Angel dust #hazbin husk #husk #charlie morningstar #hazbin vaggie #hazbin niffty #hazbin cherri bomb

[delulujuls]

emotional support rivals | ls18, sp11

hi! i dont know how to comment on this one, basically i thought that i would try to tame sergio and lance a bit because i know that some people may not like them as much. but they did pretty well here!

anyway, enjoy!

summary: reader is having the worst day of her life aka first day of her period, lance and sergio dont know how to act but they tryna be supportive

warnings: none i think

pairing: lance stroll x fem!mclarendriver x sergio perez

This day was terrible. And that was it.

But you might ask, how could a day be terrible when it hadn't even had a chance to start? Y/N just felt in her bones that this would be the case. She also knew her current schedule of duties, which considering the current jetlag that weighed heavily on her mind, added quite a bit to her already full plate.

Of course, days like these were allowed to exist; balance in life was the norm. Nevertheless, Y/N fervently wished for this one to, as soon as possible, come to an end.

Unfortunately, a quick end was out of the question, as her alarm had just rung. She struggled to open her sleepy eyes and saw the gloomy 6:30 on her phone's display.

She sighed and sat up in bed, feeling an unpleasant sensation in her stomach. She was familiar with this feeling and it signaled one thing and one thing only.

"Oh no, it can't be."

Y/N muttered under her breath and quickly reached for her phone, opening one of the apps. The notification confirmed her worst fear. "Your period may start today!"

"Fantastic, just fucking fantastic."

In a already bad mood, she tossed her phone into the pillows and got up with a symphony of groans, sighs and curses. As soon as she got out of bed she checked the sheets but the snowy white fabric assured her that today would be a one big roulette of waiting for her period to start.

When she showered and got ready to leave, she also packed her emergency kit for days like this. She had to use it partially though, because the pain in her stomach was simply unbearable. And it wasn't the typical stomach ache that everyone thinks of when they hear 'oh no, my stomach hurts' but this stomach pain was the Lance Stroll of all stomach pains. It doesn't seem to hurt too much, but it spoils your whole mood with its terrible nature.

Since talking about Stroll, it happened like that she still had practice laps that day, which she failed to pass while everyone else did. As it turned out, the same task was waiting for Lance, because in the cafeteria, apart from the busy employees, there was him. And that damn Mexican, too.

"What time are you supposed to be on the track?"

Checo asked from behind her when she was grabbing breakfast from one of the swedish tables.

"What happened to 'hi, good morning'? 'Buenos dias,' at least?"

She muttered, pouring syrup on her pancakes.

"Normally you don't talk to me, so I figured there's no point in trying."

He replied, somewhat thrown off by her response.

"Hello Sergio, nice to see you too and yes, it just happens that we're stuck with each other today. I'm on at 10am, you're ahead of me at 9, and that Aston idiot is at 11."

Y/N said sarcastically, putting on the nicest tone she could muster.

Sergio didn't know how to respond, so when she turned to leave for her table, he simply stepped out of her way.

Lance ate in silence, observing the scene quietly. He was watching the McLaren sun, today completely covered by stormy clouds, going away and sitting alone. Inadvertently his gaze met with Checo, who just shook his head and returned to choosing his breakfast.

Y/N sighed heavily, sitting at one of the empty seats. She ate absentmindedly, not used to the absence of Oscar and Lando. They had different things to attend to that day, so it wasn't unlikely that they wouldn't even cross paths. Maybe it was even better for them; each of them would probably receive a monthly dose of sulking. The charms of being the only girl in the company could be really tough at times.

And it's not that Y/N was a pain in the ass only for Oscar and Lando. She got along well with most people she interacted with daily. A few times she even went out with other girls; she wasn't limiting herself to the company of guys only. Unfortunately, Oscar and Lando had happened to take a particular liking to each other, which made the trio basically unseparable.

There were people with whom she didn't have frequent contact, or with whom she only exchanged smiles in passing but she had never had the chance to exchange a word.

It's also known that in life you can't be liked by everyone and not everyone can be liked by you. In this case, there was no magical exception. It just so happened that she would spend today in the company of those people who sat at the other end of the cafeteria, occasionally throwing her stolen glances.

After finishing her meal, the girl got down to her duties, wanting to bring this day to an end as quickly as possible. At the appointed time, she appeared on the track, quickly changing into her racing suit. She put on her helmet and after a brief discussion of notes, she sat in the car. That's when she felt that something was wrong. The worst-case scenario flashed before her eyes.

"Can I quickly go to the bathroom?"

She asked, looking at the technician nearest to her.

"We're a bit behind schedule. Can it wait?"

Y/N resignedly nodded. She knew there was nothing left to salvage.

She adjusted her straps and when she got the signal to leave the garage, she drove outside and headed straight for the track. After the radio test and receiving permission to start, she clenched her fists and roared the engine.

She was angry and as it's known, there's nothing worse than a female rage.

She was angry at this day, at herself, at this damn car. She was angry at the bloodstain on her damn orange suit, even though she hadn't seen it yet.

She was so hormonal that if it weren't for the helmet restricting her movements, she would have screamed at the top of her lungs.

However, female anger was priceless.

"Best lap time, I repeat, best lap time."

She tightened her grip on the steering wheel, not responding to the message.

In moments like this, she didn't care about anything. And it's pretty well known that a person who doesn't care has nothing to lose.

When the session ended and she received the message that she could pull into the pit lane, she complied. Mechanics rolled her into the garage and only then did it dawn on her that her hands were still clenched on the steering wheel. When she managed to free herself from the car, she immediately checked her seat. She cursed under her breath and took off her helmet, placing it aside. Quickly grabbing the nearest rag, she began to wipe away the stain of shame on her seat. The technician, whom she asked about going to the bathroom before the start, when he realized what had happened and what she was doing, just gave her an apologetic look.

She unzipped her suit and slid its top off, covering the stain on her backside. Zac wanted to congratulate her on the result and discuss the outcomes, but she apologized and grabbed her emergency kit, heading straight to the bathroom. She changed into her unstained clothes, guarded against another unpleasant surprise and bundled up the suit, muttering under her breath that a visit to the laundry awaited her later that day.

When she returned to the McLaren garage, Zac, upon seeing her, immediately smiled.

"Young lady, you charmed us today! You literally flew in that car!"

"I guess that's good, I think."

The girl replied, mustering a smile as she glanced at the monitors in front of her.

"Good? It's brilliant!"

Zac replied with a smile and checked his notes.

"After checking the car, I would ask you to put on your suit again for a moment because we need to do a few more laps on different tires."

"I thought that was it for today."

Y/N replied, looking at him.

"Now, you were driving on mediums; it would be good to know what time you can achieve on the hard compound."

The girl tightened her suit under her armpit.

"But—"

She started, but it felt silly, so she lowered her voice and approached him, "My suit is not suitable."

"How so? What happened?"

He frowned and looked at the bundle she was holding.

"I won't be able to drive in it anymore today."

Zac looked confused, so she just said "period" without using any words. He quickly understood and immediately nodded his head.

"Ask someone if we have another suit in stock. It would mean a lot to me if we could finish these tests today."

Y/N nodded and walked away, sighing heavily when she was out of his reach. However, as it turned out, racing suits are not as straightforward as one might think and the only McLaren suit in this garage was hers—rolled up into a ball of shame and unfit for use. One of the women upon hearing her situation only gave her a comforting hug and suggested borrowing a suit from Sergio or Lance, taking advantage of the fact that they were only drivers nearby. The situation was exceptional and it was all about internal measurements.

Disheartened by the fact that she would be forced to confront the men, she left the garage and looked around. Checo and Lance were sitting nearby, chatting in front of the Aston Martin garage. Y/N gathered herself and approached them, causing them to immediately pause their conversation.

"Can I borrow a suit from either of you?"

"You drive for McLaren, not for Aston or Red Bull."

Sergio said, taking a sip from his bottle. The girl involuntarily clenched her fists. Be professional, she thought and took a deep breath.

"If I didn't have to, I wouldn't ask. I need a suit; mine... is not suitable for driving."

"What happened?"

Lance asked, glancing at her. His expression lacked the hint of malice that Sergio currently possessed.

"I just need one; is that not enough?"

"Give a good reason and I might even give you mine."

Pérez said, crossing his arms.

"I just got my period which means my suit is having a fucking bloodstain on my ass and even though I feel like they're cutting me in half completely alive I have to do some extra laps because this fucking fat idiot didn't think about pitstop to change my tyres and let me go straight to the track" Y/N she spoke quietly and calmly, but her voice was dripping with fury "So do me the pleasure and let one of you give me your overalls before something hits me, for fucks sake."

Lance and Sergio stood still. Sergio's face lost its fierce expression and Lance suddenly realized that he had started holding his breath out of stress.

"I'll give you mine, no problem."

Stroll spoke up, starting to unzip his suit.

"Yours is light, you idiot; if something happens again, everything will be visible."

Pérez scolded him and turned his gaze back to the girl.

"Wait a moment; I'll bring you mine right away."

Y/N nodded and watched him leave.

"Do you feel very bad?"

Lance asked, looking at her. He couldn't wrap his head around how the girl standing in front of him, bleeding and all, could endure such a great strain and still set the best lap time.

"It's been better."

She sighed.

Lance, not knowing exactly what to do or how to help, reached out his hand with a bottle in it. Y/N looked at the bottle first and then at his face. Seeing that he was genuinely concerned, she whispered a quiet 'thanks' and took the water from him.

Sergio returned shortly after, handing her his suit.

"I hope it'll fit well for you."

The girl handed back Lance his water and thanked Pérez as well.

"Good luck, tigresa."

Y/N nodded at them one last time and returned to the garage, changing into the borrowed suit and taking her place in the car again.

As she sat there, waiting for permission to leave the pit lane, she noticed that she wasn't angry anymore, at least not as much as she was some time ago. When she drove out and headed towards the track, she passed Lance and Sergio once again, who were giving her thumbs up.

For the first time that day Y/N genuinely smiled and who would have thought it would be thanks to her rivals, who had now become her emotional support ones?

#f1 imagines #f1 one shot #f1 #formula 1 #f1 oneshots #f1 imagine #lance stroll x reader #sergio perez x reader #sp11 #ls18

[schemmentisbranzino]

A Liking for Riding - Part 1

Note: This is based off an anon i got requesting a story similar to this. I had to delete the original post because it was not showing up on the melissa x reader tag :( if you see this post know i know its not fully fulfilling your request, but i’ll get there! If you would like to keep reading <3

Warnings: None

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You thought you were going to have a pretty chill teacher planning day. Without the kids around, you were going to have time to grade their work and start planning your future lessons. Turns out Ava had other plans. You hear her loud voice over the intercom: “Hello teachers, fortunately for you, you will have to be spending some time with me today. The district is mandating we do some team building exercises. Should be fun. Can’t wait to get all the tea. Meet in the lounge room in 10 mins.”

“Oh no” - you scoff and start putting all your stuff away, you weren’t planning to spend time with anyone today, specially not with that certain redhead you havent been able to stop thinking about since the day you put a foot at Abbott Elementary.

You walk out of your classroom and see Melissa and Barbara making their way to the lounge. Barbara gives you a good morning. As polite as she always is. Melissa says hi with a soft smile, sparkling green eyes meeting yours and making your entire body tingle. God, the power she has over you. One 2 letter word and you are already on cloud 9. She grabs you by the hand in order to direct you in the same direction they are going, she lets go a few seconds later but her fingers keep brushing against yours as you keep walking, you look at her and you swear you can see a smirk forming on her face. It is like she knows what she does to you, like she enjoys teasing you, touching you ever so slightly to get a reaction out of you. Is she doing it on purpose? Is it a game to her? Does it inflate her ego? You don’t know and you don’t ask. You enjoy those little moments when she touches you or compliments you. A little glimpse of hope that your love might be a little requited. Why break your heart with the truth? The reality is that Melissa was just being herself and that she had never seen you as more than a friend… but it feels… nice.

You arrive at the lounge and all the teachers are already seated. You are given a paper with all the activities that are going to be done throughout the day and you get exhausted just by reading them. Are you ready to become this close to all your coworkers? Probably not. Just to one, though. And the possibility of spending time with her was enough to make you excited about the day.

You go through multiple rounds of exercises on how to resolve conflicts among your coworkers. As is if any of them were going to work on your people. You already had your perfect coworker dynamic and no textbook advice would ever make Janine to stop meddling or Ava do her job, etc. But it was fun to be there, to see Melissa roll her eyes at everything Ava said and shoot smiles your way as if you were her Sun in that cloudy and annoying day.

At some point, its time for an exercise that requires the teachers to share what their passions are outside of school.

Everyone hears Barbara talk about how her favorite thing to do when she is not teaching her little kids is to go to church and worship Jesus. Nobody expected any other response from her.

Next goes Melissa and your eyes just watch her in amazement as she talks about how cooking is everything to her and her family. Her delivery is quite aggressive but is just so endearing to you. You could hear that woman talk about lasagna and baked ziti all day.

“You are going to drool, y/n” - Jacob whispers in your ear as he notices the way you are starting at Melissa.

You roll your eyes at him and before he can keep saying anything is your time to share.

“Well, outside of work I like to ride” - you state before you even realize the way it could be interpreted.

“I am sure you do” - Ava says poking fun at you in a flirtatious way and everyone laughs, well everyone but Melissa.

“I mean horses, Ava” - you respond annoyed “I have been riding horses since I was much younger, I even have my own horse, his name is Jasper”

“You ride horses? Hon, that is so cool” - Melissa says to you and you can feel your face blushing.

“Oh come on, Im alright” - you say giving her back the most sincere smile of the day

“You didn’t say I was cool when I shared that i have been taking biking lessons, Melissa”

“Well that would be cool if you were 10, Janine”

The rest of the group laughs at the interaction while Melissa shifts her attention back to you.

“So an equastrian, huh?” - she says as she sits next to you, her thigh pressed against yours, making it difficult to concentrate. - “I have always wanted to learn how to ride, when I was younger I used to want a horse so bad, my favorite plushie was a little brown pony, I took it everywhere, I asked for a pony every Christmas for 5 years till I gave up. And if you tell anyone i had plushies i will deny it.”

You don’t quite know what to respond to such an adorable statement. This woman had so many layers, and discovering more of them was your favorite thing to do. From hardcore take no-shit stubborn woman to the softest one that gives you warm smiles and tells you about her childhood plushies.

“Hon” - noticing that you spaced out, she takes your hand in hers and brings you back to reality.

“Sorry, yes, I love riding, i love horses. They are one of the sweetest most loyal animals and I just love being around them. They truly own my heart. Specially my baby Jasper”

Her eyes soften as she sees you talk with such affection and love about these horses.

“Thats so incredible, sweetheart, you are” - she says before she notices that she might be saying too much

“You got any pictures?” - she asks before you have any time to respond.

At this point everyone has cleared out the room and is just you and Melissa in the lounge. You are showing her pictures of your horse and all the other horses you have had, trained or help rehabilitate. Melissa seems to like the conversation and enthusiastically react to all the pictures you show her. You can’t quite tell if this is about the horses or about you, but you are enjoying it.

“You are really sweet, you know” - you tell her as you put your phone down after showing her the many pictures of horses you have in your phone.

“What do ya mean, hon? I just really like horses”

“Just the horses?” - you say before thinking what is coming out of your mouth and once you realize it, its too late to take it back

"Well," Melissa replied with a shy smile, "to be honest, I am enjoying the time we're spending together." She leaned in closer, her eyes locked on yours, as a hint of a blush spread across her cheeks. She hesitated slightly before saying, "I also like seeing you happy."

Her words sent a spark of electricity through you body, excitement and confusion taking over your body.

“What can i say? Spending time with you makes me happy, Schemmenti” - you said trying to seem confident but the close proximity at which she was standing had you feeling weak in the knees.

Melissa learned in even closer. Is she? Is she going to kiss me? You thought to yourself. Your heart was racing and your body trembled with anticipation as you saw Melissa inches away from you. You could feel her breath on your lips, and you wanted nothing more than to kiss her. The tension in the air was palpable. You closed your eyes, wanting to savor every second of this moment.

As your lips were about to touch, Janine barges into the room, “I - I a forgot my coat, sorry, im so sorry” - she grabs her jacket and runs out of the door.

If looks could kill, Janine wouldn’t have survived the one that Melissa just gave her.

“Just Janine being Janine and ruining things” - you say under your breath, clearly annoyed that your dreams did not came true.

“Don’t worry, hon, there’ll be plenty of time for that” - Melissa says planting a chaste kiss on your forehead.

You don’t respond. Confused as to what that might mean. Sure, you are friends and sure you always flirt with each other, but this is different. Melissa has become increasingly flirty and close to you these past few weeks. Her hands lingering longer on your body, her eyes finding you in every room, her sweet words. You thought nothing of it, but after today’s events the hope in your heart grows.

“How about we go to my house and I make you a late lunch?” - she says caressing your cheek with her fingers, a gesture that makes your heart flutter.

“Actually, I can’t. I had made plans to go see Jasper in the barn today and help my instructor with some things. I-“

“Don’t worry, hon, there will be another time” - Melissa says interrupting you. A wave of sadness clearly taking over her face. Her eyes no longer sparkling.

“You can come with, I’d love for you to meet Jasper”

Her face completely lights up, you could see the excitement in her eyes as she agrees to come with you see your horse.

The car ride is about one hour and you are extremely excited but nervous to be spending so much time in an enclosed space with Melissa after what happened earlier. She insists in driving and you happily sit in the passenger seat. You want to relax and enjoy the ride, but a thousand thoughts are going through your brain. You space out thinking about them while you keep your eyes locked on the redhead at the wheel. She is so beautiful, you feel like you want to look at her forever. Memorize her every freckle, every single one of her wrinkles, the shape of her nose. You think about her lips and what it would be like to taste them, to feel them against yours..

“You are staring, hon. What is in that little head?” - she says as she reaches out to squeeze your hand

“About earlier, you were about to kiss me, weren’t you? and you said there’d be more…”

“And there will be more, hon. Don’t get too impatient”

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[elisysd]

9. How wonderful life is while you're in the world

Masterlist - Previously - Next

Chapter soundtrack: Your Song - Elton John

Since he had received your text Charles was excited. He had not stopped pacing his room, trying to come up with ideas to show you that he could be an amazing boyfriend, that you would trust him. He was excited and the little break between Barcelona and Montreal was the occasion to spend time with you. So, not saying a word to you, he rented a place in Paris for the week, hoping to spend time with you. He had a plan and he couldn’t wait to put it into action.

I’ll be in Paris for a few days starting from tomorrow. I was hoping to see you.

Sure, I would love that.

Maybe you can give me your work schedule? It could be easier to plan things.

He smiled when you gave it. You didn’t know what he had in mind, and trusting home with your work schedule so naively was cute. He arrived in Paris late at night, under the rain which made him instantly regretting the sun of Monaco. But you were worth every drop of rain, he knew it. That night he had a hard time finding sleep.

Your day had been eclectic, spent in the studio recording your voice over for the Alpine documentary and working on the next episodes which would be filmed in the upcoming weeks. You were dreaming of going back home, a nice bubble bath and a take away eaten in front of a trashy reality show.

You packed your bag, said goodbyes to your colleagues who were still there and made your way out. You were not excited at the idea of taking the subway. It was always crowded at this time of the day. You badged your way out, wished a good evening to the lady at the reception desk and almost had a heart attack when you noticed Charles, leaning against a rented car, all dressed up in a black suit and with a huge bouquet of red roses in his hand. As you walked to him, you couldn’t help but smile and blush when he handed you the flowers.

“Thank you. What are they for?” you asked as he opened the door for you.

“Because I wanted to. Get used to it, that’s something that will happen a lot when you finally give us a chance.” he winked.

“How was your meeting?”

“Well… I might have lied to you. I don’t have any meetings. I just didn’t want to scare you off by telling you that I was coming here only for you.”

“You didn’t have to, you know. I mean, I appreciate it, truly. But I don’t want to take away from you time that you could use to train.”

“Don’t worry about that.” he smiled, putting a hand on your knee and squeezing it.

In front of your building, you suddenly didn’t want to leave.

“Do you want to come inside for a drink?” you asked.

“Not today, I have a call with my brother about something work related, and I’m not lying this time, but I’ll see you tomorrow.” when he leaned in and kissed your cheek, you thought you were about to faint.

You couldn’t focus the next day at work. You couldn’t help but think about Charles and what he had planned. You didn’t know what to expect but frankly, you didn’t care. You were trusting him enough to let yourself go with the flow. He wouldn’t hurt you, he cared about you enough to go out of his way for you. It felt nice. You were distracted the whole day, something unusual to you to the point Marion didn’t hesitate to tease you about it.

“Your head is in the clouds, missy, today. Who is to blame? A good lover?”

You blushed violently, stumbled on your words and immediately apologized, pretending you had a call to take, making Marion laugh. You avoided everyone the whole day, focusing on your tasks and hoping no one would bother you. And finally when you got out, you found Charles in the exact same position as the previous day. Instead, this time, it was a box of chocolate in his hands and not a bouquet of flowers. He drove you again again, and when you asked him if today he wanted to come inside, he refused once again.

“Let me be a gentleman, okay? And a true one doesn’t get inside the flat of the girl he fancies before the first date.”

“And when should I expect this first date?”

“Tomorrow.” he smiled.

It couldn’t come fast enough. You met him the next day, the same way as before but this time it was not a box of chocolate or flowers that were waiting for you. It was a teddy representing a pressing horse and you laughed at the sight. It was so cheesy that it was starting to get cute and you felt bad to not be able to do even half as much as he was doing. He asked you all about your day which you were happy to tell him with impressive details and before you were aware of it, you were at the restaurant. He helped you get out of your coat and you swore he checked you out for a moment and all of a sudden; you were very glad to have chosen your favorite little black dress. He was also elegantly and simply dressed in a white shirt and black jeans. 

He led you in a quiet area where no one would bother you and when finally silence settled, you started to feel uncomfortable. You didn’t know what to say an you were glad when he took the lead.

“So, you’ve never told me where you were from.”

“I’m from the south east of France.” you replied checking the drink menu.

“Really? Near Monaco?”

“God no. No offense, it’s a pretty city. I’m from Avignon. It’s what? Three hours away?”

“If you respect the speed, I guess.” he laughed as you threw a napkin to his face. “How was it, growing up there?”

“Very nice. It’s a pretty city, a bit medieval and I was lucky to be able to grow up in a very cultural environment. We have a big festival, you know. I used to work there when I was younger. And by younger I mean when I was like… thirteen? I think?”

“Is that even legal?”

“Absolutely not! But most of the people coming during summer are people from Paris who don’t know the city that much so they are ready to pay locals big money to promote their shows. Some summer I was making maybe two thousands euros which is insane when you think about it.”

“What were your parents saying?”

“They didn’t know! What did you want me to tell them? They would have stopped me from going and they had other things on their plate with Luc.” your smile disappeared.

“So you have good memories from that time.”

“I love Avignon. I miss it sometimes but my parents made me hate the idea of coming back. They tarnished the city for me.I have a strained relationship with them. My mom especially. My dad is more passive than her.”

“Do you mind if I ask what happened? If  I overstep…”

“You don't. I mean, it’s not a big secret or whatever. My mom thinks I’m responsible for Luc's death, as twisted as it sounds. She thinks that if I had not introduced him to F1, he would still be there. It’s stupid I know. And she hates me for leaving for New York when his health started to worsen. I should have said, he was more important than any other stupid dreams I was chasing.”

“And how did you get into F1 in the first place?” Charles asked, curious.

“From my grandad. He was a huge fan. He died a few years ago when I was about to start college. See, this is what I mean when I say that this job is important to me. I do it for me, but also for the people I love and lost along the way.” you explained, a sad look on your face.

“I understand. More than what you can believe.” he whispered, taking your hand in his.

He didn’t need to say more, you knew exactly what he was referring to.

“You’re talking about your dad and Jules.” he nodded and you rushed to add. “I feel bad to know about that but at the same time it’s part of my job and…”

“It’s okay. I didn’t expect you to act surprised. But yeah, I know what it is like to put so much pressure on yourself in order to make people proud. I know they are proud of me, from where they are. But no matter how much I know it…”

“You can’t help it. If you’re not proud enough of yourself you feel like you’re failing them.” you finished.

“Exactly. If I fail, it means failing them too.”

You moved to lighter topics until it was late in the night and you were starting to yawn. Charles paid the bills and soon you made your way to your residence building. Once there, Charles stopped the engine and a comfortable silence fell in the car. You leaned back against the seat as he looked at you, the reflection of the moon shining in his eyes. You looked at him with the same intensity and he slowly proceeded to close the space between both of your bodies, giving you enough time to back off if you wanted to.

“Charles…” you breathed, thinking about everything that could go wrong.

“Don’t… close your eyes and imagine a world away from responsibilities and complications, a world where it’s only you and I. How does it feel?”

“Perfect.” you admitted.

“Then, hold onto that feeling.”

Opening your eyes you saw him closer than ever. So close that you could see the different shades of green and blue in his eyes. Your gaze fell on his parted lips and when you looked up again, you slightly nodded, giving him the final sign he needed before capturing your lips with his. You didn’t think twice, putting a hand behind his neck as your other one moved to his cheek, trying to get him even closer to you. You felt his weight on you as he pressed you against the door of the car. It was uncomfortable but you didn’t care. all you could  feel was him and you didn’t want it to stop. Never.  When he finally broke the kiss, you felt cold all of the sudden, your body searching for the heat he had provided in such a short while.

“What does it mean now?” you asked

“Whatever you want it to mean.”

“I want that. I want what's going on between us, but can we take it slow?”

“Of course, your pace is mine.”

“And… I want to keep it between us. No one can find out.”

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[saphira5]

141 x (Platonic) Captain Reader Short - Labor Day celebration

Y/n was enjoying the nice day, the sun was being shielded by clouds. A small breeze blowing every now and then. The breeze is caring the nice smell of barbecue, around the base.  

Y/n was on the roof of the base, cooking some beef and pork ribs. Also 12 chicken legs and plenty of kielbasa sausages. Y/n family loved barbecuing; they couldn't go two weeks without a barbecue. Y/n was about to flip everything when the door behind y/n opened.  

Y/n turns and sees Kyle, y/n smiles at him "hello Kyle, what brings you up here".  

Kyle chuckles and smiles wide at y/n.

"I smelled the barbecue, it smells great", Kyle walks over and looks at the food. Y/n turns it, and then y/n looks at Kyle, "I CANNOT miss barbecuing on Labor Day".  

"I remember, you got in so much trouble for barbecuing on base".  

Y/n laughs "I deal with British people and their tea, at least let me barbecue and drink coffee". Kyle laughs hard, y/n smiles. Then the door opens again, y/n turns and sees the Colonel. Y/n puts the tongs down quickly and tuns and salutes the Colonel, Kyle is still laughing hard.  

The Colonel begins making his way over to y/n. Y/n hits Kyle on the arm, he looks at y/n. He turns with a shocked expression on his face, he salutes the Colonel.  

"AT EASE, WHAT ARE YOU DOING",  

"What do you think, Colonel Norris". 

 Norris stands in front of y/n, "WATCH YOUR MOUTH, CAPTAIN".  

Y/n gets an inch from his face "SAY IT DON'T SPRAY IT, COLONEL".  

The door opens again and out comes the rest of the Task Force 141, Captain Price, Soap and holding up the rear is Ghost. All of them walk to the Colonel, they salute. Norris turns away from y/n and looks at Price, Soap and Ghost. "At ease", each of them puts their hand down. Norris turns back to you, "BABCUE PITS AND OUTISDE FOOD ARE PROHBIITED AT THIS BASE". 

 Norris pokes y/n in the shoulder, y/n grabs his finger roughly. Y/n then gets in his face and screams at the top of your lungs "WHO THE FUCK DIED AND MADE YOU GENERAL".  

Y/n dislocates his finger, the Colonel makes a hurt noise. "What is going on here?", y/n turns and sees the Brigadier General. Everyone salutes him, even Norris, "at ease, everyone".  

Everyone puts their hands down, the Brigadier General walks and stands beside Norris, looking at y/n.  

"I had given y/n permission to Barbecue, it is Labor Day after all". Norris looks at the Brigadier General puzzled, the General looks at Norris with a smile.  

"Labor Day in America is in September. Continue on, y/n", the Brigadier General nods at y/n.  

He then walks back to the door, but before he leaves "come with me Colonel", the Brigadier General turns his head a bit, "save me some", "of course, Brigadier General". Norris walks over to the Brigadier General, the door closes behind them.  

Y/n turns and grabs the tongs, y/n begins flipping the meat, chicken and sausages. Y/n then looks at Kyle, he looks at y/n shocked, "we meet in Afghanistan, I cooked some barbecue for him because it was his birthday. Whenever he sees me, he always asks for some barbecue".  

Y/n then looks at Price, Soap and Ghost. "You are full of surprises".  

Y/n chuckles a bit, y/n walks to the chair near the door. Y/n seats down, Price seats on y/n left, next to him is Soap and then Ghost. Y/n looks at Price "I agree, that is why I always have another surprise up my sleeve". Kyle walks over and seats on y/n right. "It's going to take some time, but it's worth it", y/n looks at the Task Force.

Each smiling at y/n, you would trade anything to stay in this moment.

Post 9/22/23

#141 x reader #task force 141 #captain price x reader #john price x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #john mactavish x reader #john soap mactavish x reader #kyle garrick x reader #gaz x reader

[ironmanfridgemagnet]

Superstore Boys saying ‘I love you’ for the first time:

Marcus!!

- literally shaking in his cloud 9 branded work boots

- spends weeks, months even, practicing saying it in the mirror until he builds up the courage to do it to your face.

- not scared of saying it because of himself. He knows it to be true that he loves you more then anything else in this world. He's more scared that he'll say it and you'll give his this blank stare while you whisper an apology that you don't love him too. (It wouldn't be the first time that's happened).

- doesn't plan an extravagant moment or anything to say it to you, but he does want it to be intimate; just the two of you.

- when the words come out his hands are shaking and he can't meet your eyes, until you lean in close, nudge your nose against his cheek and whisper to him 'I love you too' with a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth.

- once he says it for the first time, he's never not saying it to you.

- "I love you, babe." "Hey, babe, I love you." "Because I love you will you grab some cheese-it's in the store for me?" "I love you, but I love Kraft Mac and cheese more babe, get used to it."

Garrett!!

- doesn't think it's as much of a big deal as the others, but still finds himself nervous to say it to your face.

- plans a nice dinner for the two of you with all your favourite foods and your favourite movie and dessert for afterward

- when it comes to the actual moment that's when the nerves finally hit

- though Garrett spends most of his time flirting with you and acting all confident around you he just crumples. For the first time in a long time he's actually nervous to what May happen.

- you're cleaning up the dishes claiming you had to after he'd put all the hard work into making the food and Garrett comes up behind you, pulling you into a kiss. And then another and then another before murmuring it against your lips.

- you press one more chaste kiss to his lips and lean back with a wide, glistening smile. 'I love you too.'

- the amount of relief Garrett felt when you said it back!!!! He'd never admit how nervous he was that day, not even to you. He couldn't let you know the power you had over him.

Jonah!!

- Freaks tf out

- he's spent more time then the two of you had been together planning on how he would tell you he loves you.

- he plans the most elaborate day out for the two of you, a trip to the park, a picnic, row boat ride into the lake, a long stroll through a flower garden and then dinner at your favourite restaurant

- however, all of that goes to shit when he calls you up to ask you to bring him home his jacket that he'd left at the store and he ends the call with 'see you when you get back. I love you.'

- a brief moment of silence takes over the two of you as Jonah hastily mutters out 'I didn't mean to say that' before hanging up on you

- you tucked the phone into your pocket with a wide smile on your face, picking up his jacket that you'd already had among your things before heading back to Jonah's place as quickly as you could.

- the second you open the door Jonah's apologising, saying that 'I didn't mean to say it in a good way, of course I meant it! How couldn't I? I love you more then anything! This just isn't how things were supposed to go and-'

- before he can get out another word, your grabbing his by the collar of his shirt and pulling him against you, kissing his passionately before pulling back with a bright grin. 'I love you too, J.'

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Hey hey! Howzit going? OML I just finished Demon slayer season one and there's only one thing on my mind...MUICHIRO AND NEZUKO ARE SO CUTE I CAN'T! Would you please consider writing a Lee! Muichiro Ler! Nezuko fic?

Hey anon! Ahhhh, congrats on finishing season 1 of Demon Slayer!!! And YES! I love that! Muichiro and Nezuko have such cute interactions in the manga, so writing this was pretty fun! I hope you like it! :D

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To Muichiro, interacting with Nezuko was like interacting with a baby.

She didn’t talk, mainly due to her muzzle. Instead she stared at him with those wide, pink eyes, tilting her head curiously with soft hums.

“Hi…” He began, the longer she stared the more confused on what exactly she wanted he became. He was “aware” now, as Shinobu put it- more alert of everything around him. Before he hadn’t even considered what talking to a domesticated demon would be like.

Nezuko blinked up at him, humming. She sounded pleased. That was good.

“Do you…uh, need something?” He asked, wishing Tanjiro was here to translate. Her brother had been pulled away for a checkup with the mentioned Insect Hashira, promising he’d be back “Like the wind.”

So far- no wind. Tanjiro was still gone. Muichiro stared back at Nezuko.

She stared up at him.

Silence.

“Do you wanna play a game?” He asked eventually, figuring that’s what she wanted. Nezuko hummed curiously, tilting her head again. “You know- a game? Like…you know what games are.” He shook his head and looked around, searching for a pack of playing cards.

Could demons play cards? That was something he’d have to figure out later.

“Mm!” Nezuko stood from her spot, walking up and gently prodding his shoulder. “Mm, mm!”

“Yes, we’ll play a game. Just let me find something to do.” He waved her off as he continued to search, standing himself and walking over to the nearby dresser. Beneath it, he saw the cards. “There…”

“Mm?” Nezuko watched him lay flat, reaching under the dresser. Sitting on her knees, she watched his expression grow tense as he stretched, just barely within reach. “Mm, mm!”

“Just a moment…almost got it…yes!” He smiled as his hands clawed the cards forward. “Got it-” He tried to pull back- but nothing happened. He tugged again. Peering under, he saw his sleeve caught on a stray nail. “Oh no…I’m stuck.”

Nezuko blinked, eyes widening in surprise. “Mm!”

“It’s fine, your brother should be back soon.” Muichiro tugged again, clearly frustrated. “He can get me out- just er, hang on.”

Nezuko watched with furrowed brows of her own, clearly unhappy with the situation he was in. He was about to reassure her that it was fine when she reached out and poked him again. “Mm, mm?”

“What? Nezuko, I promise I’ll play with you as soon as I-” Another poke, this time aimed at his armpit. Muichiro’s breath hitched, jumping slightly. “Don’t!”

She stared. He stared back. Silence sat between them.

She poked him again.

“Ah! Nezuko, don’t! Wahahhahhahait!” It didn’t take long for the Mist Hashira to giggle, curling as much as he could into himself while Nezuko’s small fingers wiggled beneath his armpit, relentless in their quest for his laugh. “Doohohohon’t tihihihiihckle me!”

“Mm!” She made a sound of delight, eyes dancing with glee. Her other hand soon came into play, scribbling along his ribs like she was playing a Koto. Each pluck and stroke made him gasp in laughter, squirming as much as he could in his trapped state.

“Ehhehehe! Ne-Nehehehehzukohohohoho! Stahhahahap ihihiihiihiht!” Muichiro could feel his face flushing a bright red, his cheeks hurting from smiling so much. He couldn’t recall the last time he’d been tickled; even with the big oafs in their group running about tickling everyone. He was pretty good at fading off in the distance and out of their grasps.

But here? With nowhere to go and tickled by a demon of all things? It was…surprisingly nice. 

For a very brief moment, it reminded him of Yuchiro.

Then her hands found that awful spot along his lower back. Now she definitely reminded him of Yuchiro.

“AH! AHEHAHAHHAHAHAHA! NEHEHEHEHZUUUHUHUHKOHOHOHO!” The Mist Hashira cackled helplessly as his worst spot was tickled, feeling the other’s nails gently drag across his back as she giggled beside him. “STAHHAHAHAHP PLEHAHHAHAHAHSE!”

“Mm!” With a happy squeak, she pulled her hands back, watching him gasp for air as he struggled to compose himself. “Mm mm!” She reached out and gently patted his head, smoothing out his frizzy hair.

“Eh..eheh..I’m fihihine, Nezuko..I prohohmise.” He huffed, giving her a weary smile. Then it dawned on him, what just happened. “You did that because I was frustrated…didn’t you?”

Nezuko nodded, chirping happily.

Laughing, he reached out and patted her head in return, feeling her nudge into his hand like a cat. “You’re not bad…sorry for ever doubting you.” The guilt of their first meeting stung then- even if he wasn’t openingly opposed to her, he certainly didn’t make any moves to be for her either.

Nezuko patted his head again, a silent gesture of forgiveness that made his eyes sting. “Thank you…”

“Hm? Nezuko, Muichiro- there you are!” Tanjiro’s voice felt like rain in a desert. “What happened? Are you stuck?”

It wasn’t long before Muichiro was free. Smoothing out the hole in his uniform, he watched as Tanjiro and Nezuko chat, an old ache somewhere in his chest starting to loosen.

Maybe…maybe interacting with others wasn’t a bad thing after all.

I hope this was good!

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[catscraftsandcommentary]

I need someone to give Ciri (or Jaskier, or BOTH) a Great Pyrenees puppy. Or two.

...one each, I think, or possibly TWO each.

First, because Pyr puppies are RIDICULOUSLY CUTE and MADE OF FLOOF and you know that Ciri and Jask would absolutely be unable to resist (and Geralt WOULD NOT be able to resist their sad, pleading, puppy -heh- eyes)

(This is a friend's pup, when he was 9 weeks. He was a CLOUD crossed with a TEDDY BEAR who only wanted to LICK YOUR FACE 100/10 would love forever)

(He is still a cloud crossed with a teddy bear who only wants to lick your face, but he is now *M*U*C*H* *L*A*R*G*E*R* A++ lap full body dog)

Tell me you don't want to see witchers playing with giant fluffy dogs and gleefully wrestling them and also giving Geralt SO MUCH SHIT about collecting his own pack of white wolves (Jaskier 100% makes a song about the White Wolf and his tiny white pups before they have even LEFT THE KENNELS, it is a wild hit at Kaer Morhen and gains new stanzas almost as quickly as Ciri's Goose Trick song. Soon Jaskier teaches them to howl in chorus. It's painfully cute.)

Do not ask where they get them, I'm gonna handwave and say it's the Accidental Warlord AU, someone sends the pups as tribute (or offers them while everyone is on the Progress) and Ciri takes one look and falls in love.

Also, with all that thick fur, they'd love playing in snow. They're supposed to be very sweet, affectionate, and gentle to their families and family's friends, but also fiercely protective and intelligent. (They were originally sheep dogs!)

In among the puppies' socialization and training (protect Ciri and Jask! Be nice to Witchers! Don't bite the horses or geese!), I bet one of the Cranes looks at the rapidly growing dogs and ponders "y'know, they could probably pull a sled if you put 'em in a harness."

And then everyone was VERY glad that Ciri is a budding sorceress and therefore able to portal out of/shield herself during imminent sled crashes.

Also, all the jokes ever about the dogs chasing various Cats around the keep, or sniffing them out and baying at them wanting affection, or chasing toys they've tossed.

The first time they shed, Ciri saves their fur and spins it into yarn. It becomes a favorite of hers.

#the witcher #accidental warlord au #great pyrenees #kaer morhen is going to the dogs

[capricorn-writer-kawaii]

Our Hero Academy

Chapter 9 - Loving you

Prev. Chapter

Pairing: Shota Aizawa x female OC

Genre: Shota Aizawa X female OC fluff, angst, high school romance, friends to lovers

Words: 3.8k

Summary: 15 years ago, Eraser Head was starting his hero studies with his best friends Hizashi and Oboro. Contrary to what people think, his teenage years in the U.A. were bright and lovely, filled with the laughter of his best friends and his girlfriend's unconditional love. What happened over the years? What changed him into a gloomy sensei?

Extra note: You can totally picture Y/N in the OC female name, it's just that it'd be cute to read Aizawa calling her pet names. 🤍

Please give a lot of love to @merrymonkey and her art!

Chapter 9 - Loving you

Due to how demanding their internships during the first year were, it was really hard to get some free time. However, Oboro convinced his friends to have lunch together on a Saturday.

The young trainees were laughing hearing Hizashi telling a story about how he and Midnight screwed things up during a mission when three pro heroes entered the place and people started to murmur and look at them with admiration. Although they were young, their talent, charm, and appearance had made them quite popular. The heroes were about to sit when they recognized Kaori's pink hair and didn't hesitate to say hello. 

“You've gotta be kidding me! Look who's here!"

Hizashi, Oboro, and Aizawa observed as Kaori's cheeks automatically blushed. And who could have blamed her? There was no one who didn't have a crush on those three heroes, even Hizashi and Oboro who were almost drooling looking at them.

It was the very first time the guys had seen Kaori acting like that in front of a boy. No matter how attractive the people who had asked her out at the academy were, she rejected them without thinking. But in that moment, she could barely make eye contact with them.

“Senpais, what a pleasure” She greeted politely.

“Nice to see your beautiful cotton candy hair again so soon!” Another of them said touching the girl's head, which instinctively caused Aizawa's body to tense up.

“What the hell's going on here? Why do you know them?” Hizashi asked, being as reckless and indiscreet as ever.

“A few nights ago I had to cover for someone at the agency, I got lost and ended up in the area where they patrol.”

“And why don't you know them if you guys work at the same agency, Shota?” The blonde asked, looking at Aizawa, who simply responded that he was attending another emergency.

“Kaori's wonderful! Despite being so young, she took care of everything herself. If the boss had seen you in action, he'd have asked you to work with us.” Said the third hero. “I mean, Endeavor has a very good eye for choosing his sidekicks.”

Kaori looked so embarrassed but flattered at the same time, that Oboro couldn't help but laugh as he hugged her.

“Kari, aren't you going to introduce us?"

"Oh, yes! I'm sorry! These are Eraser Head, Present Mic, and Loud Cloud.” Hizashi and Oboro stood up and bowed their heads while Aizawa barely lowered his.

“Do you mind if we sit with you? This place's crowded. We'll be colleagues, it's always good to know who you'll be working with.”

While Oboro and Hizashi received them kindly and were even excited to be able to share a table with heroes as important as them, Shota seemed surly, stony, and highly disinterested in the conversation. He was internally grateful to be out of soda, as that would give him a perfect excuse to get up and walk away from the table at least for a few minutes.

“Shota, wait for me! I also need to refill it!

As Kaori stood up, her sweater fell and the hero who had touched her hand kindly took it, cleaned it, and put it on the girl's shoulder.

Hizashi and Oboro laughed at her face; however, that action had been the worst trigger for Aizawa, who walked faster. Once in front of the drinks, the girl kept smiling.

“The food's delicious, don't you think, Shota? We'd have listened to Hizashi when he recommended this place to us the first time.”

“It's lousy. The meat isn't well seasoned and the vegetables are raw. It'd have been better to eat at home.”

“Come on, don't be that harsh."

“You didn't tell me you had worked with anyone else that night.”

“I forgot, when I returned to the agency they assigned us more jobs. But don't you think it's great that we can share the table with them? The U.A. professors always say that it's important to create a good network among colleagues and they are very good!”

“Kari, let's get out of here.” He said turning around and looking into her eyes. “Let's go home, or go to the beach, you always like to go there.”

"Seriously? But you were the one who was hungrier.”

“Well, my appetite went away.”

“But it'd be very rude to just leave. Hizashi and Oboro are talking and the pro heroes just sat with us."

“Fine” He replied sighing.

Back at the table, the conversation continued as pleasant as it had been from the beginning. The three young men were very interested in the students' abilities. They tried to talk to Aizawa on several occasions but received such brief answers that it seemed impossible to talk to him. Everyone perceived the negative vibe in Shota and his gaze left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Not even Oboro and Hizashi, who had known him all their lives, had seen him as pain as that night.

Aizawa felt like he was going to throw up at any moment. Seeing how the guys flirted with Kaori made him think that even that horrible food was poisoning him. It was even worse when there was any touching involved, he was even tempted to use his weapon when one of the guys touched again Kaori's hair.

“Kaori, you were so helpful that night that we should thank you properly. We receive many courtesies from different places, we could take advantage of a few and invite you to eat.” The hero offered with a smile that caused even Oboro and Hizashi to sigh gawking at the boy, he was ridiculously handsome. He had blonde hair, honey eyes, and a very shapely body, even with the exercise clothes he wore people could see his muscles. “We could go to eat, visit a zoo, or even go to the movies. Whatever you want."

Nausea reached its peak, his annoyance made him clench his teeth and without realizing he had also clenched his fists. Aizawa felt how his hair began to rise as it happened every time he used his power, and felt the burning in his eyes indicating that he was nowhere near erasing the powers of everyone who was in that restaurant.

"You're leaving now?" Oboro asked when he saw that his friend stood up, his facial expressions could not be more evident, they had never seen his jaw that tense.

"It's late." He responded with a terrifying tone of voice, so raspy that they could hardly understand him.

And just like that, the young hero left the restaurant without saying goodbye.

The next few days Aizawa was too quiet in class, too quiet even coming from him. During breaks he limited himself to eating and during training with Kaori he also remained silent. By Thursday, the boys got tired of his attitude. If they were lucky to get an answer from Shota, it was barely monosyllables, sarcastic comments, or guttural sounds.

“Ok, that's enough, I refuse to continue living with your emo personality,” Hizashi said hitting him on the back of the head while his friend looked for his shirt. He had just taken a shower after training.

As a reaction, Aiwaza threatened him with his gaze, erasing his power right there.

“Come on, give it back. We made a promise, not to use our quirks against us.” Oboro said creating a small cloud above Aizawa's head. “Either you return Hizashi's voice, or you'll be hit by a downpour.” Aizawa stopped looking at Hizashi and fixed his red eyes on Oboro. "You bitch!" He exclaimed seeing his quirk had been also erased. 

In a worse mood than before, Aizawa finished putting on his shirt and left the locker room. His hair was still soaked and his shirt wasn't even closed properly. Because he was so upset, he didn't notice that many of the girls were gawking just by seeing him pass by.

The quiet boy entered to the gym where his class would train with another one from the second year. Aizawa leaned against a wall while he waited for the professor to come and tell them what to do. Only a few minutes had passed when he sensed a presence.

“Midnight, what do you want?” He asked with his arms crossed and without seeing her in the face.

“I'm older than you, you should respect me.” Next thing Aizawa felt was Nemuri's whip hitting his head. "Where are the others? Why do you come with wet hair? Did you realize that you didn't close your shirt properly?” For Midnight there was nothing funnier than teasing Aizawa. She had met him during training and from the first day she would not leave him alone. "What's going on?"

“There are too many questions and none of them matter to you.”

“Hey! You are usually bitter, but not rude.”

“I'm sorry…”

“Apologize to me after I comb your hair. Look, if you move back those locks, people can see your forehead.”

While Aizawa was trying to avoid her so she wouldn't touch his hair, Kaori came in with Oboro and Hizashi. Seeing the image of Aizawa and Midnight, the girl even stopped walking.

“That fucker! He fights with us and acts like a stupid domesticated cat with Midnight!"

Meanwhile, Midnight followed Aizawa's gaze and noticed the three young heroes. Then, getting closer to his ear, she whispered:

“Have you already asked her out?”

“Huh? What are you talking about?"

Midnight laughed softly at seeing him embarrassed. “You obviously like Kaori, and I think she likes you too. You should ask her out!”

“You don't know what you're saying. We're just friends.”

“Are you that stupid? Aren't you like the genius of your generation?”

“Have you never heard what people say about…?”

“About the relationships between heroes? Bullshit! Do you want to live alone even when you could share everything with someone important to you, Eraser?" Seeing that the hero was not arguing and that he was listening to her, she continued. “I know you're an introvert, but you can do it! You trust her, you spend a lot of time with her, and you're not ugly.”

“That was supposed to be a compliment?”

“Take it as you want, but if you don't move, someone else will.”

Seeing Nemuri and Shota talking so close, Kaori decided to continue walking. She preferred to train alone than to continue seeing them together.

Later that day, Hizashi, Kaori, and Oboro were on the rooftop having lunch, or at least trying, since the girl hadn't taken a bite.

"Shota's not coming again?"

“I don't know. Now we hate him." Hizashi replied crossing his arms in front of his chest. “He dared to erase my quirk! And he left Oboro without his clouds.”

“Were you bullying him?”

"No!" They both said at the same time.

“We just asked him what was wrong!"

"You called him emo, Hizashi."

"And you told him he was a bitch."

The boys couldn't continue talking because they heard some footsteps and when they turned around, they saw Aizawa approaching.

“Shota!” The girl exclaimed as her face lit up with a beautiful smile.

“Oh! You deigned to come. We thought you would eat with Midnight.” Hizashi's claim made Shota grin, the blond sounded even worse than a jealous girlfriend. What he didn't notice was Kaori's face, whose smile almost disappeared at the mention of Nemuri.

“I won't use my erasure on you again, I promise.”

That statement was just the apoligy the boys were expecting, for they did not ask anything else, just continued eating. Actually, Hizashi and Oboro ate as if their lives depended on it and then left with some stupid excuse that neither Kaori nor Aizawa understood. It was not clear why they had to go looking for a book that Oboro had lost in the pools. Oboro didn't even read well!

“I swear, if those two idiots don't act soon, I'll send them an anonymous letter,” Hizashi said to Oboro before disappearing with his friend.

“I'm glad you finally decided to show up. I have something for you.” Aizawa raised his eyebrows at the same time that the girl searched through her things. “You left very early on Saturday, but the boys and I stopped by a small fair and I saw something you might like.”

Intrigued by what was inside the bag, the boy opened it and smiled so tenderly that even his tired eyes expressed how much he liked it. It was a cat keychain.

"Thanks, Kari, I love it." Aizawa said, with a smile that made him look even more handsome. “Do you have his partner? Looks, his paw is extended."

"Oh, I did not know he had a partner!" She said, forcing a smile, because she did know. "But it's okay! As long as you have this one, it's enough.”

Finally, when classes were over, Aizawa was closing his backpack when Oboro and Hizashi looked at the keychain.

“Kari finally gave it to you! She's wanted to do it since she won it.” Hizashi commented.

“Did she win it?”

“After making us wait almost an hour while she tried to hit the target by throwing darts, yes, she did it. She was very excited because she wanted to give it to you, we told her to stop spending money, but she didn't listen to us, you know how stubborn she is." Oboro explained. “To tell the truth, it was kind of sad. That cat had a partner, but Kari didn't have any more money and we had already spent everything."

Aizawa felt like a perfect idiot when he remembered how he had behaved those days. "See you." The boy said taking his backpack and running out of class. It was not common to see him rushed or urgent about anything.

Meanwhile, Kaori was walking towards the exit when Aizawa spotted her. He didn't mind pushing a couple of students to get to her side quickly.

"Come on, Kari, we have to go."

Aizawa took her hand and practically dragged her with him.

“Shota…”

“Don't even try because you're not going to convince me.” Aizawa was already paying for the game for the fifth time, he was determined to win the other keychain.

After another couple of tries, Aizawa finally got it and turning around with a grin from ear to ear, he showed her the object.

“Shota, you did it!” He exclaimed jumping and clapping.

“And we still have some time before work. Is there something you want to do? Forget it, I know what you want.”

Soon they had reached the beach. They walked for a while while talking about everything that had happened the last few days. It seemed Aizawa had finally gotten over his bad mood. After a while, they sat on the sand and Kaori made her friend laugh by playing with the waves. She could slow them down or she could make them extend a little further until they almost reached where they were sitting.

Aizawa had been distracted from Kaori's game, as he was hypnotized by watching her laugh. In fact, for him, just looking at her smile like that was enough reason to feel at peace, happy, and even grateful. His heart was so full for Kaori, so occupied by her, that Aizawa couldn't even call it his own.

Back on that night, Kaori interpreted Aizawa's silence as the end of their conversation, so she stood up.

“I think it's time to go to sleep.”

“Kaori” he also called, standing up and preventing her from leaving, he took her hand. “I didn't tell you anything about Midnight because it's not true, I don't like her. Oboro and Hizashi were just talking nonsense because they also know that I’m not interested in her.”

“Then why do they say that?”

“Because they are idiots, and according to them, they are helping me.” He said with blushing cheeks. “But I'm tired of this, I'm tired of denying it and trying to hide the truth. I have no interest in Midnight or anyone.”

The confidence with which Shota spoke and the seriousness in his words left Kaori without any doubt. However, far from dismissing the discomfort she felt in her chest since the topic arose, it got worse. If at any time she could have imagined that he felt something more than friendship towards her, there was no longer room for that. Even though he liked to fool herself into thinking that her feelings for Shota were reciprocated, deep down Kaori kept telling herself that it wasn't possible. However, hearing him say something like that broke the young girl's heart.

“I get it.” She answered barely audible to Aizawa, and that is that if she spoke even a little louder, she would cut off her voice.

“Kari…” he called, bringing his hand to the girl's beautiful face, and that was how he discovered that she was biting her lip to try to make her stop shaking.

It was enough for Aizawa to feel how his world turned upside down again just by having her this close to decide to take the next step. He had highly doubted it for fear of ruining things between them, but he had to take the risk.

“It's been a long time since I lost my mind over someone. That person looked at me and smiled like no one had done before. She didn't even know me and offered me the kindest smile ever, but I wasn't able to do anything more than look at her. How could I react if a girl that gorgeous smiled at me?” He said, perfectly remembering his first day at U.A., that moment when he saw Kaori for the first time he could never forget. “Despite my personality, she has been with me and she has believed in me. To be fair, she has more confidence in me than I do myself. You can imagine the panic I felt when I thought I was going to lose this person.” With every word Aizawa said to Kaori his heart beat faster.

“How could I be interested in someone else when you exist?” He asked, brushing his thumbs over the girl's cheeks and then, delicately, over her lips. “Maybe it was your laugh, or your green eyes, or your smile. It could have been your pink hair, or your sweet voice. Maybe it was the way you fell asleep on my shoulder or every aspect of your personality. Whatever it was, it made me fall pretty damn hard.”

Sure of what he felt, Aizawa took the last missing step and dared to kiss her. He could try Kaori's lips again, but this time as he had dreamed of doing since day one. It was no longer an accidental kiss, but a totally intentional one. Aizawa's hands, despite always being covered up to half of the fingers by bandages, because the metal of his weapon hurt him, felt warm and touched the girl's face very delicately.

What contrasted with the softness of his lips and how he caressed her were his shoulders, and Kaori discovered it the moment she touched them. Of course she knew how toned Shota's body was, after all, they trained together and physical closeness was inevitable. However, now that she was caressing his shoulders, that she was actually taking the time to feel his body, she discovered how muscular he was. It was as if all that time getting to know Shota hadn't prepared her to really know how much she liked him.

Little by little, taking their time, the kiss began to intensify, as Kaori was able to react and respond appropriately. If Aizawa had any doubts, they were dispelled when he felt the girl's soft hands run over her neck and then hug him. Furthermore, it was no longer just their lips, it was also their tongues that were touching. However, when Kaori brought her fingers to Aizawa's long hair, he almost interrupted the kiss. He didn't, but he did let out a small grunt.

“I'm sorry…” The girl said, separating herself a little, but he stopped her and brought her closer again, taking her by the hip.

“You didn't do anything wrong, it's just…”

The closeness allowed Kaori to perfectly appreciate how the hero's brunette skin blushed. Her heart melted when she saw the young man's reaction, despite being serious and seeming cold, Shota was just a softie when it came to her.

“It's just what?" She asked playing with Shota's hair.

“It's just... since we kissed the first time I haven't stopped thinking about how much I wanted it to happen again, and that it's happening now... I don't know, Kari, it seems incredible to me. Also," He lowered his gaze even further, because the following comment embarrassed him, he still did not have enough confidence to express himself so openly. “Your hands feel great in my hair.”

That little comment stirred so much inside Kaori that she couldn't control herself. In a fraction of seconds, their hair and clothes moved due to the strong blizzard caused by the girl. It didn't make sense that that had happened when the night was cold, but not windy, it was OBVIOUS what had happened, especially after their first kiss when Kaori controlled the snow and rain without even noticing it. To make it even funnier, not only were they very disheveled, but the girl's face was so red, it didn't even look like her.

“We had promised not to use our quirk against us.” He joked, simply gawking at her and approaching again, but this time he tried to caress her neck. “Kari…” He said, laughing tenderly. “I'm not gonna do anything to you, I'm just trying to tell you that I think you're probably going to end up blowing us up.”

“I just like you a lot, Shota.” She confessed enjoying the boy's caresses, she never imagined he could be that sweet. “Since the first time I was close to you I wished I could stop time. You… you just have the sweetest soul. The way you treat me and how you care about me is something I never expected to find in anyone. Being close to you is like being at home. I'm the happiest with I'm with you. I think I wished for you all my life.”

Aizawa sighed deeply as he felt the tenderness with which Kaori hugged him. Although it was true, they were both very young and could not even imagine everything that life had in store for them, they loved each other in the most honest way and were ready to start the new adventure that would be to be together, but this time not just as friends.

To be continued...

#bnha #my hero academia #eraser head #aizawa shota #aizawa shouta #aizawa sensei #yamada hizashi #present mic #oboro shirakumo #oboromaru #mha x reader #my hero academia imagines #my hero academia scenarios #my hero academia fanfiction #boku no hero acedamia #mha fanart #loud cloud #u.a. high school #aizawa fluff #aizawa angst #shouta aizawa #hizashi yamada

[nokaru]

5, 9, 11 and 20 for the OC ask game! Any AnS OC(s) of your choosing ^^

5. What’s their favorite type of weather? Do they like to do anything specific on days when the weather is how they like it?

Most of my OCs are night owls/mostly work during the night hours so I would say most prefer clowdy weather - enough light to be able to see but not to be seen at night kinda thing

Obi's former pack/gang, consisting of Tom, Haru, Kris, Hana, Nokaru, Kano, Haruhi and newly Zee/Marina, have their own little hideout/safehouse similar too these huge ahh treehouses. Whenever it's a nice sunny day (without it being too hot) during spring they like to eat together outside on their "porch" - they are suckers for warm sunny weather ideally without a cloud in the sky.

9. How do they write? Do they write in cursive? How do they dot their i’s and j’s? Do they have specific ways that they write certain letters?

Emi: the most gorgeous cursive you've ever seen. Elegant, consistent and easily readable.

Sister Fiona: trained in rewriting books like monks and stuff - very fast writer and it somehow ends readable, she makes her letters longer than they actually need to be.

Doctor Nana: she's a doctor :/

11. What kinds of foods and drinks do they like? Do they like certain foods to be fried? Do they prefer certain foods to be prepared hot/cold?

I've never put much thought into their food preferences tbh...all I know is that Zarr and Butcher like anything made with alcohol.

I can imagine Haru being really into fried food and Sister Fiona into soups hmm

20. Was your OC inspired by anything? Another character? A person?

Oh babe most of my background OCs take heavy inspiration from my fav thing (show, movie, song etc.) at any given moment. I find solace in thinking/writing about familiar things :)

Madame: very witchy woman, she's inspirated by forest witch aesthetics...the Slavic unsettling ones. Her personality is like a mush of Alastor from Hazbin Hotel, Hannibal and Nellie from Sweeney Todd

Doctor Nana: both Nana and Madame's core is basically cannibal core (only literally for Madame tho). Nana was made because I needed to channel my girlhood feelings of love that only young adult girls and clinically insane people can understand. She's the embodiment of "I love you so much I'll devour you, bones and all". Oh also by the Dismemberment song.

Zarr: his demeanor and speech patterns are basically my own dad + my friend's dad (I'm being fr), he leans into the stereotypical Slavic dad TM, only more open-minded. Also Red Foreman from the 70s show.

Zee/Marina: she would fit into Trainspotting (movie) so well - she was created before I even watched it but damn if she isn't Mark Renton I don't know who she is. She's also giving Velma from Starkid Scooby-doo parody (solve it squad) and Yura from Parties are for losers.

Haru and Kano: their dynamic is inspired by boy friendships around me. Most of the conversations they have are convos I've heard teen boys having on the bus from school. I shall not elaborate further u can figure it out

The Obi gang: their childhood experiences and dynamics are based on mine and my friends own childhoods - VERY Slavic core.

#ans ocs #ans oc lore AND core #ocs #ask game #THANK U FOR THE ASK ILY I LOVED WRITING THIS #also can you tell which question i liked the most jdjsjs #asks #too many ocs to tag

[grumpygreenwitch]

Fanfiction 6-7-8-9-10

AS A WARNING, there is the implication of violence and abuse in this part.

Please don't forget that reblogs give me life. Though if you wanna throw a coupla bucks in the teacup I'm not gonna say no.

This is probably the longest chunk of chapters you're gonna get. I didn't want to leave a cliffhanger for a whole week. This is also where you can see where my problem is with the Guild Hunter universe.

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6

Alyss found New Hampshire nearly impeccably run, barring a few stray peccadilloes he suspected came from Gracie's staff, not the vampire overseer herself, but he ran into an immediate problem when he started looking into the Vermont books. He went looking for Gevaun and found the man in a large, sunny gym, overseeing the combat training of most of the house staff. Kliman's Second still made the time to move over to a corner to attend to the accountant at once.

Alyss closed his eyes, drew a deep breath, and scrunched his wings close to his back as rigidly as possible. Jean was on the far corner of the gym, working on a machine that allowed him to look out of the ceiling-to-floor windows; he was wearing a long-sleeved shirt that fit him like a second skin and his arms were doing things that made the angel's neurons squeal like teenagers. It took a tremendous amount of effort to focus on Gevaun. "The Vermont books I have are copies. And I suspect they're fakes."

Gevaun's eyes went wide. "All of them?"

"They look good, all of them. And I probably wouldn't be able to confirm until I got the hard copies. But you hired me to dig, so I went digging. I think I found the originals. They're in an entirely different part of your cloud directories, locked up tight."

The Second scowled. "Show me. Jean, take over, would you?"

"Alright," the other vampire looked briefly startled to be called on, but he obeyed readily enough as Alyss led Gevaun out of the gym and to his office.

Gevaun talked to Kliman, who talked to someone called Evie, who acquired the services of someone else. Within an hour Alyss had access to the original books and someone called Alistaire was in deep trouble, which kept getting deeper the more Alyss dug. He begged leave to skip dinner as he worked, printing out copies of the information he'd already saved in a separate drive. When the knock came to the door he didn't even look up. "Come in."

"Holy crap." Jean's voice was low and surprised. "Isn't accounting supposed to be organized?"

Alyss looked up, startled. He was sitting on the floor once again, surrounded by a sea of printouts, a red pen in his mouth, a blue one tucked behind one ear, and a yellow one stuck to the collar of his shirt. He spat out the pen to speak. "Oh, this, I mean, it is. I am! Organized. It's just a very particular sort of organized." He stared at the office. "It makes sense to me," he finished weakly.

"That's what matters," the vampire replied evenly, and the angel felt a little better. "But I brought dinner and I don't think you got anywhere to put it down in here. It's quick food," he assured Alyss when the accountant looked at all his work. "And Chere’ll be mad if I have to take it back. The last person you want angry at you is the one cooking your food."

"I know, I know." Alyss stretched. His spine and his wings both felt kinked and cramped. "I guess I can break for a bit." He followed the vampire into his room, and Jean set the tray he was carrying on top of a small, decorative desk. Before Alyss could protest, Jean sat on the bed, which left the accountant to take a seat before the tray.

"Can I ask what you're doing, or is it hush-hush?"

"Some of it is, but yes, you can ask. I'm running five-year audits on everyone who works for Kliman. This just got a little more, erm, complicated because I keep finding things wrong."

"Alistaire stealing from Kliman?"

"I don't know what he's doing, exactly, but it's not nice," Alyss declared primly, making Jean smile faintly. The angel found two sandwiches and a tremendous wedge of egg custard pie on the tray and started making short work of them. "And there's so much of it that he couldn't just hide it, he had to make a whole other set of books to try and pretend it doesn't exist."

Jean tried to focus on what Alyss was telling him but it was hard. Was it ever hard. The angel, so guarded and shy, burst into life like a sunflower when he started speaking of his work, his gestures and his voice full of animation. The delicate features, usually so pale and still, glowed with life, and the dark brown eyes filled with light. He did this thing, the vampire realized, where one of his wings twitched when he made a particularly energetic point, where someone else might have gestured sharply with one hand.

"I'm sorry, I'm probably boring you."

"You're not. Just not sure I'm following all of it. You make it sound like you can't hide anything when it comes to business."

"Oh, you can hide so many things, so many. You just have to work at it, and it's twice as hard, but -" Alyss drew himself up sharply, and went so profoundly red that Jean could see the color creeping over his face by gradients. "Which I would never ever do, of course, not ever." He stuffed a giant bite of pie in his mouth.

Jean couldn't help a low, rusty little chuckle, and Alyss stared. Gaunt and exhausted as the vampire looked, when he smiled, which was so rare, and when he laughed, which he'd only heard twice, his eyes came to life like spring coming to the world, green and vibrant. "Don't need to worry about me, Alyss. Not gonna sell out your trade secrets. I'm just... It's weird. Never heard of an angel wanting to be an accountant."

"I'm the only one I know of," Alyss agreed. "My parents are very disappointed." When Jean's brows shot up he shrugged a little. "I guess they wanted me to follow in their footsteps."

"What do they do?"

"As far as I've ever been able to tell? Nothing. Be adored. They go from lover to lover, have them pay for everything and then flit away to the next person when they get bored. I'm sure it's a very fun life for them, it's just not the life I wanted."

"They had you, though. There must be something there."

"I was an accident. They weren't nearly as interested in the baby as they are in the, er, baby-making," Alyss declared primly, sipping at his tea and flushing faintly. "They're complicated people."

'Complicated', Jean had long ago learned, was what one called the people you desperately wanted to care for you, even if they never would. "I think their disappointment is their loss," he said simply.

Alyss nearly choked on his drink. "Ahm. Well, what about you? Where are you from? Wait, is that alright to ask? You don't have to answer."

"It's fine."Jean figured the questions would come, eventually, and he'd rather they come from someone like Alyss, someone who seemed truly, honestly nice. "Mississippi, a long time ago. If you mean the angel, you wouldn't have heard of him. It was in Africa, very small little place." He rolled to his feet before Alyss could think of any more questions to ask. "I'll take the tray if you're done -"

"Oh, you don't have to, I can -!" Alyss scrambled to his feet and grabbed hastily for the tray. He moved so abruptly, so unexpectedly, that the end result was to have the vampire nearly crash into his back, between his wings, so close that the warmth of him rolled like a summer breeze over the feathery down peeking out of the angel's shirt.

Both men froze. The wings twitched once and then went rigidly still. Jean was close enough to see a deep blush against the pale skin of the angel's neck; he could also see the quick beat of his pulse there. He could smell the old book and ancient library scent of him. There was not even an inch between his fingers and those amber-colored feathers, and for a moment he wanted nothing more than to sink his hands into them and find out if they were as fine, as silky, as soft as they looked. The vampire suddenly realized, in a blaze of enlightenment, that Alyss would likely not stop him.

Alyss closed his eyes. He hadn't had anyone this intimately close to him in well over a decade, and even then it had been more awkward than enticing. But the spicy scent of Jean, mingled with the faint smell of the woods and a passing hint of soap and aftershave, felt cataclysmically erotic in ways he couldn't even begin to understand. His hands were shaking and he took them from the tray before the clatter could give him away, but he didn't dare move in any direction. He could barely breathe as it was.

"Alyss." His name spoken by that low, calm voice felt newly minted to the world and loaded with decadent, unspoken suggestions.

"Um," was all the angel could croak out and he could have kicked himself for it, eyes closing and head lolling down minutely in embarrassment. He heard that low, rusty chuckle, brief and ephemeral, as if Jean were only just learning how to make the sound, and his head whipped around, only to find himself dangerously close to the face of the much taller vampire. His breath caught.

Jean blew out a slow breath, saw it touch the angel’s lips, saw Alyss lick them automatically, and knew he’d been right.

Alyss saw the vampire step back. And then he felt a touch, as delicate as a kiss, along the leading edge of one of his wings.

"I'll take the tray. You've got work."

"Okay," the angel managed to strangle out, knees gone wobbly at such a tiny, tiny gesture. He stepped aside somehow, watched the vampire pick up the tray and head out without another word, and crashed down to sit on the bed not knowing what to even think of the new shape of the world.

How was he supposed to get back to work after that?!

7

After a week, Alyss realized Alistaire's crimes were infinitely worse than falsifying his accounts. Things had escalated so that he was giving Kliman a nightly report, usually with Gevaun and Lilah in attendance, if the latter wasn't traveling.

"Call in Rook," Kliman told Lilah after one particularly convoluted and vicious bit of business. "This only gets worse the more I hear of it." As the liaison nodded and left the room, the older angel turned to her accountant. "Alyss, you have new directions."

"Yes, ma'am?" The young angel drew himself up straight.

"Do what you can so Alistaire's successor can get past all of this," she waved her hands over the documentation the accountant had brought her, "and anything else you discover, and get things back on the proper course."

"Yes, ma'am."

She waved him away and Alyss picked up his papers and fled the room. He was just past the door when he heard Gevaun's voice rumble.

"He's going to run."

"He will try," Kliman said icily. "Rook will make sure he does not get far."

Alyss rushed down the hallway and up half a flight of stairs, and that was as far as he got. He leaned against the wall, shaking, holding onto his paperwork as if it were a life raft. He didn't know anything, not the warmth of the house around him, not the rainy view outside the round window off to one side of him, only the hammering of his heart.

"Alyss?"

The angel nearly jumped out of his skin at that familiar voice. When he spoke, his words were shaky with relief. "Oh, Jean."

The vampire moved closer, frowning. "What's wrong?"

"Oh, well, um. I think I just killed someone." Alyss tried to shrug, it came out a shiver. Tried to smile and it came out terribly wobbly.

Jean's brows shot up, and he moved closer still. He'd have expected any number of reactions from an angel who admitted to such a thing; Alyss' was not on that list. Instead of saying anything he touched, very lightly, the back of one of those white-knuckled hands. "Alyss -"

"I've been working on the Vermont data, I mean, you know I have, everyone knows I have, of course you'd know, and I keep finding things wrong, and more and more wrong, and of course I report everything to Gevaun and Lilah and Kliman, so they have to do something about it, but I got so used to everyone being happy here, everyone's happy here, and I didn't think -"

"Alyss," Jean said a third time, and put a calloused thumb over the angel's lips.

Alyss cut himself off with a squeak.

Jean had to very sternly talk himself into pulling his hand away. "Did you put a gun to Alistaire's head? Did you force him to do whatever it is he did?" When the angel shook his head meekly, Jean shrugged. "He's a grown man, Alyss. He's nearly two hundred years old, and he's worked for Kliman all of his free life. He knows the rules. He's the one who chose to break them. And when he could've come clean he chose to go in even deeper." Very carefully, very pointedly he added, "his crimes aren't for you to carry."

When the angel drew in a stuttering, uncertain breath, his brown gaze skittering away, Jean had to accept a realization he'd been shying away from. "You're not used to places like this, are you. Kliman's house. Where everyone's... happy." God, more and more the vampire was being forced to accept that the accountant might actually be a decent creature.

Alyss shook his head. "I've seen such things, Jean," he whispered. "They aren't fair and they aren't right and no one does anything about them because they're vampires." He huffed. "’Oh, they're just vampires’," he mocked a snooty tone, then scowled. "We made them that. We made you that. And then everyone just, just -"

"Hey." Jean caught the accountant by the shoulders and shook him lightly. "Can you change Alistaire?"

"No. I mean... No, I don't even know him."

"How far back do your records go?"

"Oh, I'm anywhere between five and twenty years in for some of them and I'm still -"

"I know it’s different for angels, Alyss, but for normal people twenty years is an eternity. People can change so much in twenty years, if they want to. He just got worse. Was he going to stop if you didn't catch him?"

Jean watched that sweet brown gaze dart this way and that, running from reality, trying to find an answer other than the truth. In the end the angel sagged down, beaten. "No."

"God." The vampire looked at nothing in particular for a long moment before giving Alyss his attention again. "You're nicer than anyone deserves, you do know that?"

"I'd like to think I'm the normal level of nice," the angel replied in a mutinous murmur.

Jean had to grin at that. "I'll help you to your room." When he saw the amber wings twitch, the vampire reconsidered. "Have you been to the sunroom yet?"

"I don't think so."

"Come on. We'll drop off your stuff and I'll give you the tour I guess no one gave you when you got here."

8

The weather shifted to crisp, chilly and sunny autumn days; the change, as much as the shift in the direction of his work, helped Alyss shake off his glum.

Much of it, he had to admit, had to do with his conversation with Jean. The vampire hadn't been cruel but he'd been blunt, and honest, and calm. Alyss might not like it but he knew Jean was right, and to a certain degree so were Gevaun and Kliman. He couldn't, wouldn't ever approve of the casual, gleeful cruelty he'd witnessed against other vampires, but Alistaire was not the sort of vampire that would respond to kindness. To him it was simply a weakness to be exploited.

It made Alyss mad, though. Alistaire's attitude was precisely why no one cared when other vampires suffered at the hands of their angels. One horrible rotten apple, ruining life for everyone else in the barrel.

The Connecticut angel arrived early next morning. He was very much what everyone expected of an angel, tall and powerfully built, young, with sharply defined features and piercing eyes, short brown hair and red and brown wings serrated with white. He suffered a hug from Kliman which he stiffly tried to return, shared a strong, friendly handshake with Gevaun and ignored the fact that the entirety of the house staff was peeking out of every window. When they were introduced he examined Alyss for all of three seconds and immediately dismissed him. The accountant gratefully scurried back to his office, where he stayed until dinner time rolled around and he was told Kliman's enforcer would not be joining them, having already gone on his way. He still spent dinner listening to the staff swoon and gush over the Connecticut angel, fleeing as quickly as the excellent chicken pot pie allowed it. Listening to other people list the many ways in which he himself was not a noteworthy angel wasn't his idea of a good time.

If it weren't utterly unthinkable, he would have put something terrible in the Connecticut books just to be horrible and petty and mean. But it would have been... well, horrible and petty and mean. And dishonest, which was something Alyss tried never to be unless he were specifically hired for it. And even then he was always very dubious about taking on that kind of job, because it unfailingly got complicated and sticky and unpleasant.

Besides, as he paced restlessly through his office and room, staring at his tablet, he was already wondering if he hadn't ended up embroiled in precisely that kind of situation.

Maine wasn't adding up.

Maine was run directly from Kliman's home, directly by the angel. Chere ruled over the kitchen, yes, but part of the reason Kliman had a liaison was so she could oversee her house and her state personally. Every decision that might have caused the books to be wrong would have to go through her. Could it be a test? To see if Alyss really was as good as he claimed? Could it be a trap? The discrepancies weren't terribly big but they were there, needling him.

Alyss snatched a cloak and threw himself out of the balcony, circling once and gliding down to the short, lighted path that followed the perimeter of the pond. He had to get away, had to clear his head. He needed the silence of the woods; he regretted his choice almost immediately, when the cold of the season, compounded by the proximity of the water, slammed into him and left him shivering. He wrapped his wings around himself as best he could and clung to the cloak, muttering very unkind things about his inability to ignore the cold.

In the dark and the silence, the distant sound of an unfamiliar engine came to him on the breeze and for a moment he fancied he heard Jean's voice. It shot a pang through him and he realized he missed the vampire; he hadn't caught a single glimpse of him through the entire day. Shivering, he hurried in the direction of the sounds. He found himself going through the dark woods, on a road he didn't recognize and could barely be called one, and pulled his wings even closer to himself, wary. The road brought him to another side of the marshlands that dominated a good third of Kliman's estate and to an entirely unexpected sight.

Across perhaps fifty or sixty feet of still water he could see the wooden walkway that ran along the other side of the marsh. There was a boat there, the shallow-keeled type, engine humming very quietly in the still, cold air. Three people were already on it, two of them huddled down as close to one another as they could, the third minding the engine and holding a violet-tinted, very small light. There were six more people on the walkway, and even as he looked Alyss recognized one as Gevaun. Kliman's Second was wearing dark, comfortable clothing, and even as Alyss looked he saw the vampire pick up one of the other figures and set them down gently on the boat, holding on until the new passenger had found their footing. By his side, someone else in a dark, heavy lined jacket handed over a small bag.

Alyss knew that jacket. That was Jean. What was going on? The whole thing had the feel of something clandestine and dangerous, but Gevaun and Jean were... well, maybe not friends but they were good people. Gevaun was the sort of person that came to mind when the angel thought of the word 'stalwart'. And Jean, well, Jean was Jean.

Skirting the edges of the marsh and hoping that he wouldn't run himself into any more horrible spiky briers, Alyss inched closer to the strange little gathering. He paused at the very edge of the woods without setting foot on the walkway, knowing that if he did he'd be far too visible, even if the vampires didn't scent or hear him. He was honestly surprised they hadn't heard him already; to the accountant his passage through the woods had sounded only a little quieter than an avalanche.

He was close enough to hear Jean speak in that low, calm, steady tone he knew so well to one of the other people, a smaller figure than most of them there, though the angel was still too far away to make out the words. The vampire then picked them up, careful and slow.

There was still a muffled cry of pain ringing clear over the marsh.

Alyss gasped out loud and surged a step forward before he knew what he'd done, driven by an instinct older than the world. He froze almost immediately, but the heads of both the vampires had whipped around as if they were starving predators who'd scented blood. The angel groped blindly behind him for support that most obviously wasn't there, backing away from the scene. He turned to run.

A painfully strong grip caught his shoulder, spun him around and slammed him wings-first into the nearest tree. He cried out in surprise more than pain, reaching out to try and grab onto his attacker... and froze.

A knife, a long hunter's blade keenly sharp on a weathered wooden handle, was pressed against the skin of his throat, just under his chin. Alyss froze, disbelieving and terrified, a tiny chirping sound of panic escaping him.

Gevaun's eyes went very wide when he realized who he'd caught. His expression, which had sharpened to nearly wolf-like lines, crashed into chagrin, and he very succinctly summed up both the situation and everyone's feelings about it. "Well, crap."

9

"Walk, Alyss," Gevaun commanded, turning the accountant around to face the walkway, his tone brooking no argument.

"I'd rather just go -"

"Matt has a rifle, Jean has a shotgun, I have a lot of knives and you're just getting to your third century. Walk."

Huddled miserably in his cloak, his wings dragging behind him and his whole body shaking in incomprehending fear, Alyss dutifully walked up to the little scene he'd spied on the walkway, his feet occasionally catching on the uneven planks.

"Alyss." Jean's tone and expression were both stricken. Behind him, three figures huddled closer at the sight of the angel. Alyss could all but smell the fear in the air, thicker even than the unmistakable scent of the vampires. He could also smell blood, and it made his feathers shift restlessly. "What," Jean demanded, "are you doing here?" He was having trouble accepting that he might have misjudged the angel so badly, or believing that Alyss could indeed be a spy. He didn't make that kind of mistake, he never had.

"My head was full," Alyss muttered, and there, before the vampire, the person that he'd come to trust above all others in Kliman's house, it was as if a dam had broken. "It was all numbers and chaos rattling around and I couldn't get it to stop because it's all a mess that I can't, I can't fix because it's these books, for here, for Maine and those shouldn't be wrong but they are and -"

"Alyss." Jean lifted a hand to quiet the angel, to soothe him as he had before, and Alyss jerked away, fear in the rich brown of his eyes. The vampire froze. It was a gesture he was far too familiar with, that flinch. His life had been full of it for the past few centuries. But he'd never been the one to provoke it on someone he knew, someone he cared for. He stepped back, his features graven in stone. "Gevaun -"

"I have no bloody clue what to do," the other vampire admitted in Berber.

"He's not a spy," Jean matched the language.

"Jean, I know you like the sunflower but he was there. Hiding in the woods, looking at us. That's normally called spying."

"He's not a spy!"

"Even if he's not, now what? We cut him loose and hope he doesn't tell anyone? His mouth runs, you'll have noticed!"

Jean had no response to that, the very concept seeming so utterly outlandish to him, so he switched tacks. "What do you want to do, kill him? Somehow? He's not old, but he's old enough to make it hard. And how do we explain that when the Refuge comes asking after him?"

"There's no one who'd come asking for him," Gevaun replied ruthlessly.

Jean saw the flinch a second before Alyss joined the conversation in the same language. "I speak Berber, you know." He sounded tired and defeated.

Everyone went quiet once again. Behind Jean, one of the huddled figures started shivering so hard their teeth were clacking. Alyss automatically threw his wings back and undid the clasps on his cloak.

"What are you doing?" Gevaun demanded.

"They're cold," Alyss murmured, slipping the cloak off and stepping forward.

"What," Gevaun tried to step forward between the angel and the three figures, but found his way momentarily barred by one of those amber wings, "are you doing, get -"

"They're cold!" Alyss nearly shouted at the vampire before moving forward.

The shivering figure was a young man, absolutely beautiful, with very pale skin and refined features, eyes gone wide with terror at the sight of the angel. He was so cold in the bleak New England night his lips were turning purple, but he didn't move. His fear went to confusion, and then embarrassed gratitude, when Alyss threw the cloak over his shoulders, to cover the flimsy embroidered tunic and blousy black pants that were all he wore. "Gracias."

"De nada," Alyss replied automatically, stepping back and whirling to face the two vampires. "You're both wearing jackets. You're both old! He's a baby, and you didn't think to give him one? To bring a blanket or something for him? For the rest of them?"

The silence lingered before Jean admitted, "We don't speak Spanish, neither of us. We didn't know who was coming, only that -"

"Jean!"

"- only that they were coming," the vampire finished stubbornly, and he and Gevaun glared wordlessly at one another.

"Oh, for the love of prime numbers!" Alyss cried out, turning once again, his voice gentle and his question pointed. One of the other three, a woman, spoke to him in a different language, and he switched seamlessly to match her.

"Oi," the vampire at the boat's rudder suddenly called out. "I'm sure this is a problem for you lot, but I need to get them out of here quick." He threw in an extra incentive. "Van's heated."

Jean turned around. "Alyss," he called out, and gestured to the third woman, who was wrapped up in a fine woolen blanket stitched with ribbons and exquisite embroidered edges. "Tell her I will help her into the boat, but it's gonna hurt."

"Why is it -" The question withered in Alyss' mouth as the truth, finally, bloomed to life in his mind.

Runaways. They were all runaways.

He turned to the woman, who was staring sightlessly at the marsh, and began gently asking questions, rolling through every language he knew. She twitched at one point, and finally turned to not quite face him when he translated for Jean.

"It's only pain," she murmured emotionlessly, her Finnish without accent. "I will try not to cry out this time."

"She understands," Alyss told Jean, his mouth dry with the new, growing horror of it. He turned to the other woman waiting on the dock. "You're all... This is... You could die, you know, you could die if they catch you," he told her in Polish.

She scoffed. There were bruises like shadows all over her face, and scars all along her neck; as a vampire she was young enough that she wasn't healing quickly, and her healing was not clean. Either that, or someone had made an effort to make sure she got no benefit of either. "Better to die than to go back to that life," she replied, and her conviction was ironclad.

"Is that... why you're here? All of you?"

"No." Her gaze darted to where Jean was carrying the Finnish vampire onto the boat. "No. Some of us are here because they would have never let us die."

That thought, Alyss found out, was even more horrifying than the possibility of a cruel death.

He shook his head when the young man offered him the cloak back and stood there, watching while they all boarded, and then as Jean and Gevaun shoved the boat away with long poles until it was clear of the cattails bordering the walkway. Someone lifted an arm and waved before the boatman turned off his light and the darkness swallowed them all.

Alyss automatically waved back and heard Gevaun sigh, saw the Second rub at his face. Well, as far as the angel was concerned there was really only one thing he could say, and so he said it. "Your accountant is absolutely terrible and hasn't bothered to hide all of the money you're stealing for this at all."

Gevaun turned very slowly to stare at the angel, his expression full of disbelief. "You audited us?"

"Of course I did!" Jean saw Alyss' wings twitch with the angel's exasperation. "You hired me to audit you!"

"To audit them!"

"To audit New England! Which you're part of! What, were you expecting I'd do a terrible job?! Or, or, or not do my job at all?!" When Gevaun, caught off-guard by the very obvious counter, sputtered, Alyss barreled on. "And it's lucky it was me and not someone from New York because your books are the worst mess, no one's made so much as an effort to hide the fact money's going missing everywhere, I can't imagine what something like this costs, except obviously not enough to buy blankets or, I don't know, have something warm to drink when they -" Alyss trailed off, another piece of the puzzle clicking into place.

Hot cocoa and warm croissants, always ready in the kitchen.

Gevaun looked sheepish. "Chere was asleep when we got the call."

Alyss covered his face and made a wordless, high-pitched sound of impatience.

"We weren't expecting this many of them!"

"Then you make plans for when it happens, because it's going to happen! Things always go wrong. Always! That's one of the first things you learn running a business, that's why you make plans, and contingencies for the plans, and contingencies for the contingencies, and you don't very well leave them lying around on your documents for when the Guild comes calling, which honestly I'm astonished they haven't -"

"Kliman happens," Jean pitched in, voice quiet, arms crossed.

"What?" Alyss lost track of the conversation, turning to face the other vampire.

"If the Guild comes by, Kliman happens to them," Jean repeated. "She shuts down their skills. Part of her power."

"How's that going to help if someone in Manhattan decides to go over your books electronically? Or if they send in angels or, or, or the Consort? Couldn't you at least, I don't know, pretend like you aren't getting runaway vampires to safety? Did you go to the cheap bin for your accounting? Do you even have one?!"

"We do, b-"

"Well, then I want to talk to them," the angel demanded, drawing himself up, an effort to look commanding that was entirely ruined by the fact he was shivering in the cold. "I want to talk to your accountant," he declared primly, and it almost sounded like a threat. Almost. Except for the part where he tripped on the walkway once again when he tried to stalk off into the dark.

"Let him go," Jean's voice was very low when he spoke to stop Gevaun, who'd whipped around to follow after the angel.

"But -"

"But his mouth runs?" The vampire's brows went up. "He's an accountant, Gevaun. He's been an accountant to hundreds of angels and vampires, most of them the kind no one else wants to touch. And nobody's heard a peep of the crap he probably found and fixed on their books, have they?" He clicked his tongue, walking sedately away. "His mouth runs," he mocked. "We better go wake up the, uh, the cheap bin accountant."

10

Alyss went to his room and paced, and flailed, and argued with himself a great deal.

On the one hand, he couldn't disagree with what Gevaun and Jean had done. Yes, vampires were dangerous, predatory, horrible. Yes, many of them were no better than Alistaire. At the middle ground, they were no better than Andrew, content to coast through life doing the bare minimum. Or Gracie, clueless and happy to remain so. And the threat of losing control to their hunger for blood was always there, always.

But at some point the burden of Alistaires meant that everyone had stopped looking closely at the matter. The angels, the Guild, they had given up the entire vampiric population as a loss, blood-thirsty fiends without will or thought, bent merely on greed and destruction. The Guild had even made a concerted effort to render the VPA toothless, unable to protect those like the Finnish woman. They'd been so busy wanting free reign to hunt the monsters that they'd set up the victims to be trampled in their wake. Bloodlust was treated as a noose around their neck, a sword forever dangling over them. Alyss had long ago given up trying to understand the sheer stupidity of that way of thinking, because it didn’t affect him. It didn’t touch him.

That night, it most certainly had touched him.

On the other hand, every mortal who wished to become a vampire chose to do so. They chose to accept a hundred years of servitude. They were given the contract to read, to consider, to sign or reject as they saw fit.

But a contract did not excuse the abuse he'd seen on the Polish woman. Or the horror he hadn't seen on the Finnish woman.

He was, Alyss realized, losing the argument to a part of himself that was heavily implying that rules and laws were more like guidelines, really, arr. And he didn't know what to make of it. He was an accountant. He lived his life to bring numbers to order by following a very specific set of rules. Certainly he could twist them, bend them, but he had always done his best to abide by the rules and to do what was right. Never before in his life had the two principles been so diametrically opposed.

There was a delicate knock on the door he'd locked, and he dug the heels of his hands against his eyes. "Please, Chere, I really don't feel like eating!"

"It's not Chere," a cheerful woman's voice replied. "I'm the accountant."

Oh, this was a fight Alyss was more than ready for. He stalked to the door, unlocked it and flung it open. "Do you realize -"

His voice strangled to a delicate whine. There was a sword tip brushing his throat, just above his Adam's apple. It was a fine burnished length of steel, both edges sharpened, without guard; it was done in the old Etruscan style. The pommel was wrapped in leather, utilitarian rather than decorative.

Kliman, wearing a pair of very comfortable hiking pants and a soft pink knit sweater, smiled thinly at the younger angel. "Hello, Alyss. You wanted to talk to me?"

Alyss had automatically thrown his hands up. He looked at the older angel in stunned disbelief and swallowed against the lump of terror in his throat. It refused to budge.

"Back." The smile vanished, Kliman all business. "My house doesn't need to deal with this potential ruckus." She herded him back into the room, the sword never wavering, and closed and locked the door behind her. "Now, there's always the balcony," she admitted. "But if you run I'm going to chase you. And I'm the one who taught Rook everything he knows."

"I won't," Alyss breathed.

"Eh?"

"I won't run, ma'am, I promise."

"Mm. Unlike Gevaun, I'm willing to believe you." She dropped the sword and sheathed it on a half-sheath resting across her back. "Now, you had a speech all ready to go, didn't you."

Alyss opened his mouth. Closed it. "I forgot it," he admitted hoarsely.

She had to chuckle at that. "Well, how about I give you some facts and you can give me the salient points of it. Yes, I know what Gevaun is doing. I am, in fact, the one that started him doing it. I'm not ashamed of it. No, Jean was not supposed to be involved and I'm very cross at them for it. Yes, there was supposed to be a departure tonight. No, half those vampires weren't supposed to be there but one of the safehouses along the pipeline has been compromised. Yes, all of my staff knows; most of them come from the pipeline. No, I'm not actually an accountant but I had no one I trusted to do the book-keeping, considering..." She waved he hand at the balcony.

Alyss pressed his hands close, trying to decide which of his inner halves ought to speak to this new, terrifying version of his hostess. All things considered, he wasn't terribly surprised when Guidelines, Arr-Alyss won out. "You can't do that, ma'am. Respectfully. Everyone forgets to write down things, and in a big household like this money's bound to get lost, but you're financing an entire, uh... pipeline. And it shows. Does it ever, ever show."

One of Kliman's golden brows went up, though she wasn't about to admit to Alyss why it had done so. Instead, very mildly, she replied, "It's that bad, huh?"

"It's... It's... It's somewhat blatant," Alyss explained as diplomatically as possible, unaware that his struggles had left Kliman trying not to laugh. "I'm just saying, it's not hard to hide what you're doing. It's not easy but it's not... If you're trained it's not outside the realm of possibility."

"Hm. Well, that's delightful to know. When can you get started?"

Alyss choked. "Excuse me?"

"You were terribly angry at me before that door opened. You are still angry, you're just more scared than angry. But you know what I haven't heard from you, not once?" Kliman's voice softened. "Disapproval. It's not even a consideration for you." Some of her amusement shone through. "You're upset that I bungled the books, which is fair. But you don't disapprove of what we're doing here, do you."

Alyss felt the argument within him grow to a crescendo, and finally crown a winner. "No. It needs doing, and no one else seems to care."

"We care." Kliman moved closer to set a warm, gentle hand on Alyss' shoulder. "I care. Please, help me, help us, keep on doing this."

Alyss sighed shakily. "Well, I didn't really have anything lined up after this job. I guess I can stay a little longer."

"Wonderful." Kliman beamed at him, whirled around and headed out of the room. "Now come with me."

"Come where?"

"To make sure Jean hasn't killed someone."

"He... what? Excuse -" Alyss hastily trotted after the older angel. "Excuse, excuse me, he, why would he -"

"Child, you can't be so blind not to see he does more than endure your company. Have you seen him suffer any other angels?" Kliman wasn't slowing down. She led the way to her office and threw the doors open to the vast space, full of rosewood furnishings and ancient Etruscan and Hittite art that would have made a museum curator weep. The room was warm, airy and during the daytime it would likely be brightly lit, even without lamps. At the moment, only one half of it was lit. There, Gevaun and Lilah were struggling to keep a snarling Jean pinned down against a desk surrounded by debris. "There! Here he is, safe and sound, now you can stop being so dramatic," Kliman said tartly. "Let him go."

Gevaun and Lilah stepped back and Jean sprang up and away from them, fangs momentarily bared in an entirely feral reaction. Alyss had stopped at the double doors, a hand stretched out, his face frozen in a stricken expression as, again, too many bits and bobs of information came together in his mind.

The fact it took both Gevaun and Lilah to hold Jean down meant the one vampire he'd thought to be the youngest of the three was actually the oldest. And very, very old.

Jean's not staff. He's a guest and he's currently recovering.

A runaway. Memories flickered through Alyss' mind, the way the young Spanish-speaking vampire had frozen in terror at his proximity, the way the Finnish vampire had not even been able to look at him.

Have you seen him suffer any other angels?

No. He wouldn't even join Kliman's dinner table.

"Jean, are you -" Alyss tripped over the wrong words for the right question. "Are you hurt? Are you going to be alright?"

The entire room came to a stop. Jean's mouth had opened but whatever he'd meant to say, the younger angel's question had trumped it. He swallowed hard. "I'm fine," he gritted out and slowly, very slowly, he reached out for that outstretched hand. Alyss clung to the warm, calloused touch of it. "Are you hurt?" The vampire laced his fingers through Alyss', moving closer with a slow calm he was not feeling but refusing to do anything that might make the angel flinch again.

"Well, my pride, my dignity and my belief I'm halfway-clever are all quite dead," Alyss replied meekly, "but no, I'm fine. Really, I'm fine."

"Alyss has agreed to replace our cheap bin accountant," Kliman informed the room dryly, and the other angel went red to his ears. "Thank goodness, because I hate the job. Now, exciting as this all has been, I think everyone should get some rest tonight and tomorrow. Time enough on Friday to face the world once again." She stalked out of the room, and when no one followed her she snapped, "Gevaun, you're already on my shit list, you might want to do something about that." The vampire hurried after his mistress.

Lilah paused at the door. "Alyss?"

"Hm?"

"Thank you." She was gone without waiting for a reply.

Whatever well of righteous indignation had carried the accountant that far chose that moment to run dry. He threatened to go down with with a startled, puzzled little sound, and he'd have crashed face down on the rich knotted rug if the vampire's powerful arms had not caught him and steadied him against his body. "You're fine, you're fine, I got you."

"I can't feel my knees," Alyss declared dazedly, too dizzy to worry that he was clinging to Jean.

"That's fine." Jean shifted, and Alyss was suddenly up, cradled and carried in the vampire's arms. "Not a fighter, are you?"

"Numbers don't threaten people with knives and swords and things," Alyss protested. "And I think I've done quite well, all things considered."

"You did," the vampire assured him, carrying him away from the office and heading for the accountant's rooms. "The adrenaline wore off, that's all."

"Could I have some from the kitchen, please? This is very undignified. And you shouldn't have to carry anyone if you don't want to."

Once again, Jean couldn't help but feel a smile tugging at him. "Chere's fresh out, I think." The door to Alyss' room had been left open; Jean expertly shoved it closed with a foot once they were inside. "I don't mind carrying you," he admitted at last.

"Why? You're like them. You're -" Alyss looked up, and there was so much worry in the sweet brown of his eyes that the vampire felt it like a physical blow. "It had to be worse for you, so much worse, you're old. You're very old." He went limp against Jean's shoulder. "It's not fair. You're so nice. Only nice things should happen to you."

"And that would be the triple-f crash talking," Jean said, his voice gone rough with emotion at that sentiment, so vast and so simply, so easily offered to him.

"I don't swear," Alyss protested primly.

Jean blew out an amused breath as he set the angel on his bed. "Not that kind of 'f', Alyss. Fight, flight, freeze."

"Oh." Alyss suddenly clung to Jean's shirt. "Stay? Please? I just - Tell me they're gonna be alright. Tell me they'll be safe. I keep seeing them and, and -"

Jean touched a thumb to that runaway mouth, frowned, and fought with the entirely too gleeful part of himself that pointed out that those words totally counted as an invitation to the angel's bed, and from there it was a short hop, skip and jump to doing things the vampire had become unacquainted with over the past few decades. The touch of that wing, like silk and sunshine, lingered in his memory, made his fingers tingle.

He slipped onto the bed, kicking off his boots, but he kept a safe distance between them that threatened to kill him out of sheer inadequacy. "We're just a waystation, a safehouse. Boston sends them to us when they come from overseas, and we find them a life elsewhere. Kliman makes sure they have a way to start over. Evie and her people make up new doc -" Alyss pressed close against the vampire's side. "- uments."

"Everyone has a job. You must have done this so many times."

"No. Twice a year on a good year. Once is the norm. Getting a vampire away from this sort of situation isn't easy, sunflower." The nickname slipped out before he knew what he'd done and Jean could only be glad that the angel was too close to sleep to notice it. "Not if you want them to get away clean. Not if you want to make sure they really need to get away; that they're not rogues looking for an easy way out of their contract. I guarantee at least two angels are going to come sniffing by after tonight. Or they'll send the Guild after us again."

He felt Alyss shiver, mostly asleep. "No. I'll erase everything, they'll never find anything they can use, not a thing, not a number, not a single decimal."

"You do that." Jean was silent, waiting. He was rewarded after a few minutes with the steady breathing that announced Alyss had fallen asleep, exhausted by having to do things very much not in an accountant's repertoire.

And yet he'd been fierce and determined, staunch to a fault even in his terror, and it had been very much been terror - the vampire had smelled it on him like fire licking the walls of Alexandria. Jean knew then that he'd been right: Alyss was a truly good person.

He sighed, wanting very much to stay where he was, knowing he should leave. He shifted to try and slip away -

An arm slid over his chest, followed a moment later by one of those amber-colored wings. Jean froze. "Alyss."

"Mm."

"Alyss, I can't stay here."

"Why?"

A plaintive voice inside Jean was indignantly asking the same question. "They'll think I've slept with you."

"But you are sleeping with me," came the drowsy reply.

Jean realized there was absolutely no way he could explain the semantic differences between what each of them was saying to a bird that wasn't really awake anymore. He tipped his head back and chuckled soundlessly. "I suppose I am," he drawled, admitting defeat, and settling down under the angel's embrace.

#alyss and jean #angel #vampire #fantasy #modern fantasy #urban fantasy #nalini singh #guild hunter #my writing #implied violence #fanfiction #male on male

[spnshortcake]

Taking Flight

Pairing: Jake “hangman” x Reader

A/N: my asks and inbox are open I would love to hear your requests and write about them! Don’t forget I write about supernatural and top gun characters!!

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Your boyfriend of 3 years was a lieutenant in the U.S Navy. Top gun graduate with 2 confirmed air kills. He is a pretty big deal. Today is the day you finally go to the hangar and meet the dagger squad. He talks about them to you all the time so you pretty much know everything. Just got to our faces to the people.

Jake is driving to the base as he is holding your hand over the middle console. He looks nervous but your never talk about it. Maybe he just wants you to like his squad. You pull up to a gate and two men in military uniforms raise a hand up stopping Jake and he rolls the window down.

“Lt. Jake Seresin” jake says in a matter of a fact voice you love hearing me talk so assertively.

“Hi Lt. who’s the pretty lady?” He leans down to look at you.

“My girlfriend she is finally got a day off to come meet the squad and maybe see a fighter jet.” Jake smiles looking at you. He waves as the gate opens and Jake starts into the base.

“I’m so nervous jake” you say as he parks taking his seatbelt off.

“Don’t be they are just a bunch of pilots I’m the best so they won’t mess with you.” He smirks getting a laugh out of you and y’all make y’all’s way inside the hangar and it’s massive as you look around seeing the jets and American flags hanging up on the wall.

“BAGMAN!” A guy says coming out of the room he was in.

“Fanboy what’s up I like for you to meet my girlfriend y/n” he puts a hand on the small of your back and fanboy shakes your hand.

“So nice to finally meet you. AYY GUYS BAGMAN IS HERE WITH HIS GIRLFRIEND!” He yells as all the rest of the team comes out.

“Now this is a surprise she is way more beautiful as you described her to be bagman how in the hell did you get this girl to be your girlfriend” a man with a mustache says to Jake.

“I ask that myself everyday Rooster.”

“Well it’s nice to finally put y’all’s faces to the names Jake always talks about y’all.” I say looking at the rest of the squad. They all seem like they are a big family.

“Where is Maverick I need to ask him a question?” Jake questions as rooster points to the office and he excuses himself as you take a seat and just talk with the squad.

“Baby this right here is my jet it’s bigger than the rest of the squad.” He says as rooster and the rest of the squad rolls there eyes. He puts his hand on the side on his jet and just looks at it like he is in love with it.

He loves being in the navy especially being able to fly.

“Wanna take her for a spin?” Maverick looks at me.

“W-what go in there?? Up in the sky?” I say I didn’t know we was gonna try and go up in the sky. You never even been into a commercial airplane. You was very nervous to say the least.

“Well sweetheart that’s what she is meant for. What you say wanna go with me?” Jake says looking at me.

“I I I don’t know I think I’m okay touching the ground.” You look down

“Well sweetie I’ll be in the pilot and I’ll take care of you.” Jake smirks.

“It’s not that scary just gotta remember to breathe.” Phoenix explained.

Jake helps you into the back of the jet and hands you a helmet. “Now for any reason we need to eject these ropes above your head you pull and then your out.”

“Jake Seresin we better not have to eject mister” you sass back to him as he settles into the front getting a laugh from the squad. He shuts the top of the jet and you hear a beep in the headset you put on.

“All clear for take off in 10…9…8..7..6..5..4..3..2..1”

“Ready baby?” Jake says and you just nod he smiles as he takes off and it’s a real rush you have your eyes closed then you feel balance and you open your eyes and you are stunned. It’s beautiful the blue sky not a cloud in sight only the ones below you.

“Oh my gosh this is beautiful jake” you say into your headset.

“Well not as beautiful as my co pilot” “now baby can you reach in the side panel I need that book you have in there”

You was confused but when you reached in the panel you didn’t find a book but a small black box.

“W-what is this?” You look at him confused. This couldn’t be.

“Go ahead babe open it.” Jake says into the headset and when you open it you couldn’t believe your eyes. The most beautiful ring.

“Jake. What is this?” You ask “well look down sweetie” he says when you look down you see the squad holding up signs.

WILL

YOU

MARRY

ME?

“Y/N M/N L/N , will you make me the happiest pilot ever and marry me sweetie. I love you with my whole heart and I couldn’t imagine anyone else flying beside me for the rest of my life”

“JAKE , yes!! A MILLION time yes!!” You slide the ring on your finger as he lands the plane and y’all get out but before he helps you out he takes your helmet off and kisses you.

“I love you miss soon to be Seresin.” The rest of the squad comes over and congratulates you on y’all’s engagement.

“That was really the sweetest thing I have ever witnessed in the US Navy ever! Congratulations you two. Now let’s go get some drinks at the Hard deck first round on me.” Phoenix brings you in for a hug and pats hangman on the back.

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ENGAGEMENT IN THE SKY??? WITH JAKE! This was the cutest one I have wrote I have been thinking of this for about a week now and I just have to write it and share it!! I love you guys! I wished I could find tumblr mutual if you wanna be friends totally comment also if you have a favorite tumble blog that writes about top gun or supernatural please comment their account I would love to find new accounts to read and reblog there work!! Spread happiness! Be the reason someone smiles today!

Love you all. 💛

Love,

Elizabeth



[ninasixthgun]

Muslim/Hijabi x Stranger Things S4 Fic

Author: Hello. This is my first fic ever. I have always liked writing but never tried it in this format before. So, please I am open to your opinions and any comment. I wanted to write a reader/character where it would be rare to find in the 80s, but it could include a lot of diversity and interesting turns to the show. This an SFW fic, so there is no warning for that matter. I hope you enjoy it.

The reader moves out from the big cities to Hawkins, hopefully, to find more stability in her life and less discrimination and racism. The first day of class was as expected. Alone and lost all the time, everyone did their own thing. However, she looked very different and stood out a bit from the crowd due to her appearance, especially among the popular kids. 

After the first day, she avoids the cafeteria and instead goes to the back of the school where she sits behind the building, there she reads and does some meditation to lower her nervousness. While in her meditation state, with her eyes closed, she hears some steps. Looks to her right and finds some black pants, am I in trouble? She thought.

‘’Hey. Are you ok?. For a moment, I thought you were asleep and you were about to miss the whole period’’. She looks up and finds an older guy, someone who shouldn´t be at school at this point of he is a student. 

‘’Uh…Yeah. I was just relaxing. You know how the first days of school can be heh’’. She says nervously. ‘’What exactly were you doing? It looked like you were high as..well, you looked like you were on cloud 9’’. 

This time he seemed more nervous like he wanted to joke around…’’Hmm, well I basically like to meditate’’. I look at my hands back again, hoping he would make fun of me. ‘’Oh really? Like Buddha stuff?’’ 

It caught my surprise when he moves next to me sitting on the floor. ‘’Well, not exactly, I personally don’t share anything with Buddhism. I don’t know if you can tell of my way of dressing’’. 

He looks at me intently, making me feel intimidated. Is he judging me? Why is he squinting his eyes like that? By my reaction he smiles and looks away. ‘’If I am honest, you remind me of a nun’’. All my blood goes to my face, how dare he?!. 

‘’For your information, I am not married to Jesus!’’. His reaction is priceless, he holds his hand to his mouth trying to shut his laugh. ‘’It seems that I broke your relaxation state further more now, lady…’’. He has manners despite his looks. See, never judge a book based on the cover. 

I tell him my name. ‘’Enchanté, I am Eddie’’. He smiles and proceeds to stand up and walks around thinking. ‘’See, your name doesn’t fit you all, it's too…how can I describe it…I was expecting a name that you would do justice to your vibe’’. 

‘’What kind of vibe?’’ At this point, if he said anything racist ugh. ‘’You give me the vibes of a spiritual fighter, someone who would talk to the moon and have extraordinary healing powers ’’. He exaggerates with a deep voice like he was reading a fantasy book. 

His acting is making me more comfortable talking to new people. I confess. ‘’I am into fantasy too, you know. I go by the classic greek stories lately’’. ‘’Well, my colleagues and I run a club, where all the magic happens, You should come by later and I can introduce you to some nice people’’. He said trying to tempt me. 

‘’It sounds too good to be true, are you sure it’s not a trap you are setting me for?’’. Puts his hands in the air near his chest ‘’You can ask for a refund, I promise’’. I guess this is an invitation I shouldn’t let pass.

P.S: I am trying to continue the story, and make it even more action-like. Let me know your thoughts :3. Peace and Love, sweethearts.

#eddie munson x female reader #eddie x reader #eddie fluff #stranger things x reader #stranger things fic #hijabi #muslim #muslim reader #eddie munson fic

[kingofthering]

For the prompts: number 9 on the prompt list, Piarles: Pierre and Charles getting caught in the rain after an Armani modeling event and Charles hasn’t changed yet?

9. Holding your jacket over your lover's head as they hide from the rain, finding their formal outfit more important than your casual wear.

Not for the first time this afternoon, Pierre wonders what he’s doing here, knowing full well he’s the one who made the decision.

Sometimes he thinks that’s his own way to punish himself, a part of him establishing that he hasn’t been nice enough lately and deserves to text back Yeah, of course after Charles had asked him to come with him for his Armani shoot.

There is a small break where an assistant fixes Charles’ jacket while another powders his face. Charles uses the moment to wink at him and Pierre immediately feels hot under his collar.

Thank god Charles is not here to model underwear.

(maybe Pierre has accumulated some bad karma points lately but not that many)

Charles snaps back to professionalism when the photograph asks for his attention and Pierre is immediately back to breathing deep and drinking way too much water.

Pierre’s aware that a ton of athletes get modeling gigs (technically, he even had some of his own in the past) but there is no doubt in his mind that if it wasn’t for F1, Charles could have made an entire career out of this. Charles always blush a cute shade of red when Pierre tells him he’s a natural but like, it’s pretty much a general agreement around the paddock at this point.

Pierre’s not jealous. Oh god would his life be so much easier if that was an ego issue and not a Charles Leclerc-shaped one.

“Let’s go?”

“Hm?”

Pierre might have daydreamt the last couple of minutes because here is Charles now, standing in front of him with his suit jacket under his arm.

“I’m ready to go,” Charles explains, an amused smile on his face.

“You’re not getting changed?”

“Flemme,” Charles shrugs and Pierre rolls his eyes. Of course Charles would decide to be lazy now. “They’re letting me keep the suit anyway. Got a bag with my clothes from earlier.” He raises his left hand and reveals a transparent bag where Pierre can guess the presence of the red sweatshirt Charles had coming in.

Their hotel is close to the studio so Charles insists for them to walk their way back, ignoring the darkening clouds in the September sky. That proves to be a good idea until they hear the humming of thunder and rain quickly starts pouring down on them.

“Shit,” Charles swears, using his suit jacket to protect himself.

Pierre immediately shakes his head and takes off his own jacket to put over Charles’ head. “Come on, you can’t ruin your Armani suit already.”

Charles stops and sends him a blinding smile before grabbing a side of the jacket and trying to also put it over Pierre. “Come on, we’re sharing and running.”

Pierre doesn’t have the time to protest because Charles is already moving again. Despite the two of them roughly being the same height (Charles had gloated so much the day he’d surpassed Pierre but Pierre will always insist on three centimeters being nothing in this context, oh right “the context” Charles will always mock and Pierre will always indulge him because he’s weak like that), the whole ordeal must honestly look ridiculous and it’s a blessing that it only take them a couple of minutes to reach their hotel, the two of them tumbling in Charles’ room with matching smiles.

“God, please never listen to me again,” Charles groans as he starts unbuttoning his pretty soaked shirt.

“Duly noted. Please repeat it so I can record it for future reminders?”

Charles’ balled shirt falls miserably at Pierre’s feet where he chose to sit at the bottom of Charles’ bed. Pierre takes off his own shirt before reaching for Charles’ and getting up to grab a hanger in his closet. He then walks up to Charles to grab the suit’s jacket from his arms and add it to the hanger.

“Pants, please.”

Silence hangs in the room for maybe a second too long. The three centimeters are hard not to notice there. Pierre uses all of his willpower to not reach up and push the strands of hair stuck to Charles’ forehead away.

In any kind of good movie, that’s the moment where they kiss and fall into bed together. But Pierre’s life is anything but a romantic comedy so Charles eventually breaks the moment.

“Oui Maman.”

And in the blink of an eye, the micro tension breaks and Charles is down to his boxers and grabbing the hanger to dispose properly of his entire suit in his dresser, taking out a clean pair of sweatpants and a shirt for Pierre.

Pierre doesn’t mind the 16 etched on his chest when they both lie down in Charles’ bed to catch a movie. The proximity and radiating heat of Charles’ body next to him? A whole other story. Maybe the suit shooting wasn’t that bad, actually.

(send me prompts)

#charles leclerc #pierre gasly #f1 rpf #1016 #prompt fill #my writing #this was nice to write #haven’t written f1 in 10 years so good characterization might take a while #the fact that english doesn’t have a proper equivalent of ‘flemme’ has always been very sad to me personally #formatting might be a little odd because i’m posting from my phone because i have zero patience my bad