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lightsoutnaway · 4 days

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Hellloooo can I request Carlos x Reader meeting his dad/family for the first time??

Thank youuu!!!

Meet the Family

PAIRING: Carlos Sainz Jr. x Reader

WARNINGS: None

SUMMARY: You meet Carlos' family at the Spanish Gran Prix.

WORD COUNT: 1,114

A/N: Thank you so much for this request! Sorry it took so long for me to get too. I've just gotten through a big series of projects at work though, and I have a lot of free time opening up! I appreciate your patience.

You were hanging your clothes in the closet of the hotel that you were staying at. You really wished they would build a track in Madrid so you could have one race where you and Carlos got to sleep at home. You picked up your last dress, sliding it onto a hanger and placing it in the hotel closet.

“What do you want to do for dinner?” You asked Carlos as you started putting your shoes away.

“My dad has a dinner reservation for all of us tonight,” Carlos told you. You froze.

“Your dad?” You asked.

“Yes,” Carlos answered. “My mom and sister too.”

“You didn’t tell me they would be here!” You exclaimed. Carlos looked over at you. He hadn’t realized your panic until then.

“It’s the Spanish Gran Prix. I assumed you would know,” Carlos replied.

“I assumed you would give me a warning before I met your family,” you told him. You ran a hand through your hair. Carlos tried to hold in a smile at your anxiety. “I don’t have gifts for any of them, Carlos.”

“You don’t need gifts for them,” Carlos said.

“My clothes aren’t nice enough either,” you continued. “I didn’t bring anything that’s right for dinner with your parents.”

“You look perfect right now,” Carlos replied. You weren’t really listening. You stopped and looked at him.

“Carlos, what if they hate me?” You asked. Carlos frowned.

“They will not hate you,” Carlos assured you.

“How do you know?” You pressed.

“Because I love you. And they’re my family,” he answered. You took a deep breath.

“Are you sure they won’t hate me?” You asked. Carlos chuckled.

“They’ll love you, mi amor. My mother has been asking about you for months,” he told you. “She tells me how much happier I seem every time we talk. She knows it’s because of you.” Your cheeks warmed and your heart skipped a beat.

“What about your dad?” You asked. You knew how much Carlos loved and respected his father. The approval of Carlos Sainz Sr. was something that you found yourself wanting the same way his son did.

“He’ll love you too, amor,” Carlos assured you. “They all will. You’re going to fit right in.” You took a deep breath and nodded hesitantly.

“Do you really think that they’ll like me? You’re not just saying it?” You asked. Carlos reached up and pushed a hair out of your eyes.

“Yes, mi amor. I have no worries. They will love you almost as much as I do,” he assured you. “We’re meeting them in an hour.” Your heart leapt in your chest. Meeting your boyfriend’s parents with one hour notice wouldn’t have been your first plan, but it didn’t give you much time to worry. When you arrived at the restaurant Carlos Sr., Reyes, and Blanca were all there already. You weren’t late, but the idea that you had kept them waiting already had you expecting that they hated you. Instead when you walked up Reyes wrapped you in a hug, quickly followed by her husband and daughter.

“Y/N! It is so good to meet you,” Reyes greeted. Reyes hugged her son as Blanca kissed your cheeks. “Ella es muy bonita, Carlito,” Reyes praised her son.

“My son never stops talking about you,” Carlos Sr. said as you sat down. “He tells us all about your job.” You looked at Carlos, a bashful expression spreading over your face.

“Yes, I love my job. It’s not quite as exciting as being a racecar driver, but I like it,” you said.

“I’ve asked him some questions, but I’m not sure he listens to you as well as he should…” Carlos Sr. proceeded to ask you about your career, clearly impressed by the fact that you were so advanced in your field. Blanca quickly took to you, her sense of humor matching yours–similar to her brother. Reyes didn’t say much but as she watched her son fawn over you, she didn’t find the need to ask you anything.

“Do you want the last bite?” Carlos held out a forkful of chocolate cake to you. You smiled and let him feed it to you.

“Thank you, my love,” you gushed before kissing his cheek. As sick as the sight made her, Blanca couldn’t help but be happy for her brother. Reyes and Carlos Sr. had knowing smiles on their faces as they watched their son. You were the one. They knew it just as well as their son did. Carlos Sr. paid for the meal before Carlos pulled your chair out for you, offering his arm to you as you exited the restaurant. Reyes and Blanca were chatting with you about where you would meet in the paddock tomorrow as Carlos went up to the valet stand with his father. The two of them handed their tickets to the valet before he walked off to get their cars. Carlos was watching you laugh with his mom and sister, his father observing the way his son stared at you so fondly.

“Don’t mess it up with this one,” Carlos Sr. warned his son. “You’re never going to do better.” Carlos looked over at his dad and chuckled.

“You don’t need to worry about that,” Carlos assured his father. Carlos opened your car door for you before all of you headed out.

“I’ll see you tomorrow!” You called to Carlos’ family through the open car window. Carlos smiled to himself before reaching over and innocently resting his hand on your leg as he drove back to the hotel.

“I told you that they would love you,” Carlos teased you.

“You were nervous when you met my parents,” you reminded him with a huff.

“Your dad is scary,” Carlos said.

“I told you that he would like you though,” you replied.

“And you were right. And I was right that my family would like you,” Carlos said. “We are just one big happy family.” You giggled.

“We’re family?” You asked softly.

“Yes,” Carlos said firmly. “Soon enough it will be legal too.” You looked at Carlos with wide eyes.

“What?” Your voice was small and hopeful. Carlos smirked.

“I thought I could adopt you,” he said. “Charles and Oscar made it seem fun.” You laughed at him. Carlos pulled up to the hotel.

“I don’t need to be adopted though. I’ve got parents,” you teased as Carlos helped you from his car. He smiled as he wound his fingers between yours. His fingertip rubbed against the empty spot on your left ring finger that would be occupied soon enough.

“That’s okay,” Carlos assured you. “I can think of another way to make you my family."

#carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz jr x reader #carlos sainz fluff #carlos sainz imagine #carlos sainz fanfic #f1 x reader

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hogwartslegacyreactions2 · 2 months

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Hi!! I absolutely LOVE your writing, you do such an amazing job!! I was wondering, if you have the time and are taking requests, could you do how each character cuddles with MC? Can be platonic or romantic, and I was wondering if you could also add professors. Thank you so much, I hope it's not to much to ask!! Have a great day/night!!❤️

A/N: romantic cuddling for the friends, platonic cuddle/hugs for the professors :3

HLC CUDDLE HEADCANNONS

SEBASTIAN SALLOW: This boy is a snake. Full body wrapped around MC like a python. He won't let go easily, either. But he's warm and gives many kisses, so the entrapment is worth it.

OMINIS GAUNT: Physical touch has rarely led to good things in his life so MC will need to be patient with him. Once their relationship is to the point that he feels safe with them, he cuddles with his hands constantly mapping their body. He will have every part of them committed to memory.

ANNE SALLOW: She likes laying on top of them with her face on their chest. She finds their heartbeat soothing. She also likes hearing it speed up when she's feeling cheeky.

IMELDA REYES: Physical touch isn't one of her love languages, so she doesn't go out of her way to cuddle them. She doesn't reject it, She finds MC's affection cute, but she'll be reading or messing with her wand while she lays there with MC attached.

NATSAI ONAI: She is the big spoon. She must protecc. She whispers all sorts of sweet nothing's while she's holding them and gives little neck kisses.

GARRETH WEASLEY: Cuddling him is dangerous because MC never knows what he'll do. This goof can't help but make MC laugh. He loves hearing it. He'll boop their nose, lick their face, even tickle them for a reaction.

LEANDER PREWETT: Long boi with long limbs. MC is tangled in him with little hope of getting away. He has quite the wingspan, so even if MC is on the other side of the bed, he can just casually reach over and yoink them to his side.

AMIT THAKKAR: Hope MC likes his voice, cause he's a talker. MC is his captive audience and he will go on and on and ON about just about anything. Mostly astronomical topics, but he goes off on tangents.

EVERETT CLOPTON: He's the little spoon. Doesn't matter how tall MC is compared to him. They could be the longest mfer or just a little backpack, he loves them either way. He feels held.

POPPY SWEETING: Smol. Turns into a ball like a little hedgehog. Might get lost in the cushions or blankets, so hold tight. Also a bit of a squirmer, sometimes struggles to get comfortable. She'll settle down eventually.

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ELEAZAR FIG: Dad. Hugs. Like, sit on the couch under his arm, dad hugs. Warm and comforting and loving. MC will likely fall asleep.

MATILDA WEASLEY: She's not too much of a hugger, but she won't deny one if MC asks. They'll be short but comforting.

CHIYO KOGAWA: She's not much of a hugger but if MC really needs one, she'll oblige. Might be a bit awkward, but she means well.

AESOP SHARP: MC will have to be strategic. First, gain his trust. That's the hard part. Second, catch him in a good mood. Third, MC must ask ONLY when no one else is around. His affection is very private. Fourth, (optional step) liquid luck.

ABRAHAM RONEN: Favorite Uncle vibes. Playful bear hugs that crush ribs and pick MC up off their feet. Best hugs for when MC needs a laugh.

MIRABEL GARLICK: Very much a hugger. MC can hold her as long as they need to. Let all their worries and stress melt away in her genuine embrace.

MUDIWA ONAI: She gives the best Mom hugs MC could ever experience. She'll go so far as to hug MC in her lap and rock them like a child, even if MC is tall.

BAI HOWIN: If MC needs affection, she suggests they seek out mooncalves or puffskiens.

DINAH HECAT: She is more affectionate than she lets on. If MC is stressed and needs a hug, she offers one without prompting.

CUTHBERT BINNS: He's a ghost. Move along.

SATYAVATI SHAH: She's not an affectionate person. MC will get more warmth from a glacier.

PHINEAS NIGELLUS BLACK: If MC knows what's good for them, they won't touch him. Ever.

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tinkerbelle05 · 9 months

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I’m Just Worried About You

Characters: Jaime Reyes x Pregnant!reader

Genre: Fluff, Slight Angsty

Summary: Jaime being a worrywart while your in your 3rd trimester. Most days you think it’s cute and quite funny, but now your fed up.

Warnings: Pregnancy

“Oh, I got that for you!” Jaime said and reached above to grab the bowl you were trying to reach. “What cereal do you want?” He asked while looking at you.

You smiled, “Thank you for the bowl, Jaime. But I was gonna get some fruit actually.”

Before you could grab the bowl from Jaime, he walked over to fruit bowl. “What fruit do you want?”

You stared at him, “Jaime, I believe I’m fully capable of picking my own fruit from a bowl.”

Jaime cleared his throat, “Well yea but I wanna help you out, I don’t want you on your feet too much. Just tell me what fruit you want and you can rest on the couch.”

You sighed, this is what Jaime have been like your whole pregnancy, a curse and a blessing. Don’t get you wrong, you extremely appreciated Jaime’s willingness to help you out. Especially when you were dealing with morning sickness, fatigue, and headaches.

But did he have to do everything for you? At all times? It was like he saw you as a piece of glass, one fall and you’d shatter into several broken pieces beyond repair.

But, as annoying his overprotectiveness is, you understood it. You two were first time parents so everything was new, exciting, and downright terrifying.

Neither of you knew what anything meant. If you were tired in the mornings, was that a sign of something serious? If you were back began to ache or if you had a sore feet, that just a pregnancy symptom or something more.

And if you went to google, they’ll tell you the absolute worst of what you could have.

So you understood. Really, you did.

That being said though, you really didn’t need help when walking to the bathroom or getting a snack at night. Which was something Jaime frequently did, holding your arm and back as he guided you to your destination.

You sighed and gave him a stare, “Jaime.”

He looked up at you, “Yes?”

“I think I can manage getting on my own fruit,” you told him and attempted to grab the bowl from him.

His lips twitched in an all too familiar manner. He’s annoyed but he knew you was right so he so he didn’t how to proceed with it.

“Just let me do it,” he pleaded.

You narrowed your eyes are him, “Why?”

You watched as he fidgeted under your gaze. He was clearly hiding something but won’t tell you. Maybe it was embarrassing to talk about or he just didn’t understood his feelings to be able to voice them properly.

Either way, if this is how he’s gonna for the rest of your pregnancy, you at least would like to know why. And maybe you could work from there to get him back off a bit.

You walked closer to him and placed your hand on his arm for support, “Jaime?”

He looked up the ceiling for a second and exhaled through his nose. “I’m….I’m just worried about you, okay? I just…i don't want anything bad to happen so I thought that if I do things for you that would, I don't know, lower the risk maybe?” He covered his eyes with his hands, “I don't know it sounds stupid when I say it out loud.”

You shook your head, “No, no Jaime, it’s not stupid. Just…well…”

“Annoying?” he offered and cracked a smile.

You laughed softly as you nodded your head, “Yea, you can call it that. But I get it, yea? It’s scary and new. But I can do things on my own. It might take a bit longer and be a bit more difficult but I can do it.”

Jaime nodded his head and leaned into your touch, “I understand, I’ll try to be less overbearing. But please, if you do need help, ask. Okay?”

You nodded your head and smiled.

It was nice to come to an understanding.

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helloalycia · 29 days

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𝐀 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐕𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐆𝐄 [𝐓𝐖𝐎] — 𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐓

one / masterlist / wattpad

summary: after managing to escape Yamatai, you’re left to deal with the aftermath of emotions it brings for you, whilst also trying to be there for Sam and Lara.

warning/s: same as last time, with the additional mention of nightmares.

author's note: here’s part two! hope the Lara enthusiasts liked this one :)

also just a reminder, Y/M/N = your mum’s name

"She'll be here, I know it," Jonah said with certainty, but it was looking more and more hopeless as him, Reyes and I stared into the distance at the colourful arrays coming from the monastery.

Sam had been taken again by the island natives and Lara had gone after her whilst Jonah, Reyes and I bought her some time, but we'd all promised to regroup on the beach and Lara hadn't returned with Sam yet. The storm that had been ravaging the island since we got here had cleared up, which could have only meant she'd succeeded in stopping the Sun Queen – but where were they?

After what felt like a lifetime, we spotted Lara approaching through the trees, bloody and battered, carrying an unconscious Sam in her arms. Jonah immediately leapt into action to help her, taking Sam from her arms, whilst I joined Lara's side and led her back to the boat. Reyes was quick to prepare the boat for our departure.

"What happened?" Jonah asked Lara what we were all thinking, setting Sam down in the boat.

Exhausted, Lara answered, "It's over. We can leave now."

Jonah and I exchanged worried glances as Reyes wasted no more time in setting off. Everybody was as tired as they looked, so we sat in silence, looking out at the water as Reyes steered us back to civilisation.

Thankfully, after a few hours, a passing freighter spotted us and took us in, giving us food, drink and first aid supplies to keep us going until we reached land. So much had happened in the past few days that seeing real people who actually wanted to help us felt impossible.

After getting some help with bandaging my arm up by one of the crewman, I noticed Lara approaching me on the lower deck.

"Thanks," I said appreciatively to the crewman, who nodded with a smile before leaving me be.

"Hey," Lara said softly, taking a seat beside me.

"Hey," I replied, offering a small smile. I noticed she'd had chance to clean up a little, but her skin was still littered with bruises and scrapes, and her shirt was soaked with dried blood. "How's Sam?"

"Resting," she said with a sigh. "Jonah is watching her."

I hummed, worried for my friend. She'd been kidnapped, tortured and possessed by an evil spirit – I could only hope she'd get the help she needed to recover when we returned home.

"I wanted to check on you earlier, but I was distracted," Lara admitted, finding my eyes. "How are you?"

"I'm okay, Lara," I assured her gently, before resting a hand on hers. "How are you doing?”

"I'll be okay," she said dismissively, making me exhale sadly. She was always minimising her own feelings, now more than ever.

"You really did it," I said after a moment, knowing now was the right time. "You stopped Himiko. Saved Sam. Defeated the Solarii. You saved us all, Lara. And I can't express how grateful I am for that."

She shook her head, pulling her hand back and sinking her face into her hands with defeat. "I didn't do anything. This was all my fault, Y/N. I shouldn't have insisted we come here."

I furrowed my brows, resting a hand on her back comfortingly. "You didn't know. And you got us out of it. We wouldn't be here right now if it weren't for you."

She frowned, eyes staring ahead, glazed over and lost in thought. It was obvious she was beating herself up about everything, but I refused to let her soak in self-pity.

Relieved she'd made it out alive and somewhat safely, I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her in for a hug. She relaxed after a moment, tucking her head in my shoulder as if hiding from the truth, but I'd keep reminding her every day if it meant she'd listen.

"You're capable of a hell of a lot," I muttered, squeezing her gently. "I've said it once before and I was right."

She pulled back, cheeks tinged pink and eyes avoiding mine, though the tiniest of smiles was on her lips. I smiled at the sight, pushing a loose strand of hair from her eyes and admiring the view.

"I'm really glad you're here," she said quietly, dark eyes darting to mine briefly before she pulled back. "Obviously, I'd rather you hadn't experienced any of this at all, but–"

"I understand," I cut off the start of her probable never ending ramble. "Me too."

She pressed her lips together, looking down at the wooden floorboards of the deck. Despite all of the amazing things she'd done to keep us safe these past few days, she was still her awkward, adorable self. It was refreshing to see some things hadn't changed her completely.

Of course, that didn't mean the events at Yamatai hadn't taken their toll on us in other ways.

We were still a couple of days out from land, so the freighter crew were kind enough to give us all rooms to sleep in below deck. The second night was admittedly the hardest. I found myself reliving the horrors of the island all over again once my eyes closed, but it was worse than the previous night. Between murdering crazy cultists in self defence, being kidnapped, held captive and watching our friends die, my night was riddled with nightmares.

It became too much and I woke with a start, drenched in sweat and trembling with confusion as I couldn't make out my cabin in the dark. Realisation dawned on me – including all the events that led up to this moment – and I suddenly felt nauseous, bile rising in my throat. Without a second thought, I clambered out of bed and raced down the hall for the shared bathroom, just about making it to the toilet before I vomited all of last night's dinner up.

It burned my throat, but it wouldn't stop coming until I was eventually vomiting nothing but my stomach acid. A moment passed when I heard footsteps behind me and then hands held my hair back.

"It's okay," a familiar voice soothed, their other hand rubbing my back, and it took me a second to realise it was Lara.

Once I was finished, I sat back with exhaustion, my body aching from my bent over position, and gladly accepted the tissue Lara handed me.

"Are you feeling better?" she asked with concern, her face lit up from the sliver of artificial light coming through the porthole.

I didn't even realise I'd been crying until her thumb wiped beneath my eyes, and the touch suddenly reminded me where I was and how I looked right now, no doubt a mess before her.

Swallowing hard, I straightened up. "Sorry, I–"

"Don't apologise," she said, returning her hand to my back to comfort me, but the way she was watching me so delicately made my cheeks heat up with embarrassment.

"I'm okay, I–" I started, pushing her hand away and moving back slightly, but I was acutely aware of my dishevelled appearance and the stench of vomit.

"Hey, stop it–" she tried to reassure me, ever so generously, but I couldn't meet her gaze.

"I didn't mean to wake you," I mumbled, moving to stand up.

Pressing my lips together, I flushed the toilet before moving to wash my hands and rinse my mouth in the sink.

"You didn't. I was up already."

I tensed my jaw slightly, splashing my face with cold water before straightening up again, avoiding her eyes in the reflection of the mirror.

"What happened?" she asked gently. "Was it a nightmare?"

It felt so silly to admit that, but I was still in fight or flight mode and the thought of being alone right now was horrible. Instead, I nodded weakly, busying myself with the hand towel.

"Me too," she muttered, making me finally look to her, though with a mutual concern. "C'mon. I know what'll help."

I soon found myself following her down the hall, past our cabins and to the small, deserted kitchen area. She merely motioned to the booth in the corner before moving to fill the kettle. It turned out the simplicity of watching her make us both cups of teas in silence was more comforting than I could have guessed.

She joined me with our teas shortly after, pulling her legs up on the seat beside me and holding her mug for warmth. I mirrored her action, the two of basking in the silence and each other's presence. Though, despite Lara initially trying to be there for me, I was worried about her too.

"Are you okay?" I asked stupidly, glancing at her.

She chewed on her lip, eyes glued to her mug. "Honestly, I've been having these nightmares since we left the island."

I frowned, hand resting on her forearm. "You should have told me. You could have woken me up."

Her eyes lifted to mine. "So could you."

I sighed, knowing neither of us would ever burden the other like that. But I wished she would.

"It's over now though," she reminded me, her hand resting atop mine on her forearm.

"It is," I agreed halfheartedly. "But it won't go away. Not now."

"But it will eventually," she said with certainty, and I wondered how she still remained positive despite everything we'd endured.

I yawned tiredly. "I can't wait to go home."

"Same."

Quiet fell upon us once again, only the creaking of the ship and the distant lull of the waves to keep us company. Periodically sipping on my tea, I found myself laying my head on Lara's shoulder comfortably. Though, with that and the swaying of the ship and my general fatigue, my eyes were slowly closing.

"You're falling asleep," Lara whispered from beside me.

"Mmnot," I mumbled, hoping she'd drop it so I could actually fall asleep.

Unfortunately for me, she found this amusing and began to chuckle, making her shoulders move. "C'mon, let's get you to bed."

"Or we could just stay here," I said tiredly.

"You'll be comfier in your own bed, Y/N," she promised.

"I'm pretty comfy here."

She snickered once more, before pressing a gentle kiss to the top of my head. "C'mon, love."

I sighed disappointedly before forcing myself up, sliding out the booth. She was lovely enough to take me back to my cabin, leading my half asleep self to bed and even tucking me in.

"Goodnight, Y/N," she said, squeezing my hand and smiling down at me with amusement. "You'll be home soon, I promise."

I smiled tiredly, though my eyes were drooping shut. I wanted to ask her to stay, appreciating the comfort her presence gave me, but I didn't want to overstep. So, I had to settle for the moment I had with her before letting her leave for the night.

—

I'd never missed home more than I had now. As soon as I stepped foot in my family home, still living with my parents, I almost cried at the familiarity of it all.

I could never truly tell my parents what I'd endured, but they must have sensed something had gone terribly wrong because they were as supportive as they could be. Still, it wasn't the same as being with people who had gone through the same thing.

Lara and Sam didn't live far, only a tube ride away, so I visited them a few times whilst we were back. The only good thing to come out of this whole mess was my friendship strengthening with Sam and forming with Lara. They were the only ones who understood how I was feeling, though Sam was less reluctant to talk about it than Lara was.

I stopped by their flat a week after returning, with the intention of checking in on them but also bringing a bunch of leftovers my mum had made for dinner and insisted I shared with them. Lara was a terrible cook and Sam hadn't been herself lately, understandably so, so I was happy to make it a little easier on them if I could.

Once I knocked on the door to their flat, I heard someone on the other side before it opened to reveal Lara. She smiled softly when she saw me, eliciting a smile of my own.

"Y/N, hey," she spoke with surprise, before pulling me in for a quick hug. "I didn't know you were coming."

I returned her hug, admittedly already comforted by the subtle scent of her perfume. "Sorry, I should have called really. It was a last minute thing. My mum made some food for you and Sam and I just wanted to drop it off. If you're busy or it's a bad time, I can just leave you with the food."

"No, no, it's not a bad time at all," she assured me, tugging me into her flat and closing the door behind me. "I'm glad to see you. And gosh, your mum is just the sweetest. She really didn't have to."

I chuckled, holding out the bag of food. "Good luck telling her that."

Lara accepted the bag with a snicker before taking a peek inside. "It looks delicious, Y/N, thank you. I really need to meet the chef behind all this great food."

I followed her into the kitchen as she put the bag in the fridge, before glancing around the place. "Sam not in?"

At the mention of Sam, Lara sighed quietly, her smile fading. "No, sorry. She actually just left. We... we got into an argument."

I frowned. "What about?"

We both took a seat on the couch as Lara collected her thoughts, clearly still upset about their argument.

"Sam's been having nightmares," she said guiltily. "I know she has. I've even had to wake her from a few. But she won't talk about it with me. She's outright denying there's anything wrong. It's not right."

It was true that Sam was in denial about what she'd experienced, but I had at least hoped she'd been confiding in Lara about it, if not me. This definitely wasn't what I expected to hear.

"That's a lot to deal with," I sympathised, feeling a little guilty myself, and I wasn't even sure what for. That I had it easier? That I hadn't been possessed like she has? I didn't know. "But Lara, I'm sure she'll open up to you when she's ready. Everybody deals with trauma in different ways."

Lara frowned, jaw tensing. "But it's me! She's supposed to tell me what she's thinking! We're best friends, Y/N. She's never acted like this before."

"I know, but–"

"This is all my fault," she reminded me, voice breaking slightly. "I just want to help her."

I rested a hand on her knee, squeezing gently. "She knows you're here for her, but this is all frustrating. She's processing it on her own first, okay? You can't rush it. You have to go at her pace."

Lara hummed, eyes staring past me and into the distance thoughtfully. Whether she would listen was beyond me, but I hoped she knew I would be here for them both.

"Aside from that, how have things been with you?" I asked, speaking when she didn't.

Her eyes flickered to mine. "Not good. Not bad. I... Jonah checks in every other day. Reyes won't speak to me."

I frowned at this, though it was expected. She still blamed Lara for the whole trip.

"I spoke to Grim and Alex's families the other day," she continued halfheartedly. "Broke the news."

"That must've been hard.”

She smiled sadly. "Wasn't easy. But someone had to do it. Only felt right it was me."

I leaned on my elbow on the back of the couch, facing her sideways. "I would've sat with you if you'd asked. You shouldn't have had to do it alone."

She exhaled through her nose, eyes twinkling slightly. "That's sweet of you to say, but I wouldn't have asked that of you, love."

I gave her a disapproving look, but she brushed it off as she always did.

"How have things with your parents been since you got home?" she changed the subject. "Sam and I appreciate you always coming to check on us, but we would love to do the same."

"You're always welcome," I said lightheartedly, though I meant it. "My parents would love to meet you. Especially my mum."

She half-scoffed, frowning to herself. "I almost got you killed on an expedition. They wouldn't want to meet me. If they knew the truth, they'd hate me."

I quirked a brow. "Okay, firstly, my mum literally forced me to bring you all that food. You really think she does that for everyone?" Lara opened her mouth to speak, but I continued, "Secondly, they know the truth. Well, most of it. And they don't hate you for any of it. They'd love to meet you."

She pressed her lips together uncomfortably, looking down.

I tried to find her gaze as I said gently, "Thirdly, what happened in Yamatai wasn't your fault. How many times do I have to tell you?"

She didn't say anything, so I took her hand between mine, finally earning her attention.

"It wasn't," I repeated, needing her to believe me.

Her dark eyes softened as they held my gaze and I could have stared into them forever, but then she looked to my hand before slowly pulling hers back. I cleared my throat awkwardly, wondering what I'd said to make her so uncomfortable. I considered apologising, but Lara was quick to change the subject.

"Maybe I'll stop by soon," she said, referring to my house. "It's the least I can do for your mum."

"How about this weekend?" I asked hopefully. "You and Sam can come over for dinner."

"Oh," she said, surprised, and definitely not expecting me to ask so soon. "Erm, I–"

"Please?"

She blinked, glancing at me, before wincing. "I suppose we can."

I began to smile, excited. "Great. I can't wait."

—

"...nothing, not even a hint about it," I pleaded with my parents as they moved around the kitchen, prepping the last few bits for Sam and Lara's visit. "As far as this household knows, Yamatai didn't happen. I don't want to upset them. Or make it awkward. Or–"

"Y/N, we understand," my dad cut me off, squeezing my shoulder. "We won't bring it up."

"It's not you I'm worried about," I mumbled, glancing at my mum.

She only ever meant the best, but I worried bringing up Yamatai might set a bad tone for the evening, especially with Sam's reluctance to acknowledge everything that went down.

"I'll stay quiet, love, I promise," she assured me, though I couldn't be sure she would.

Just on cue, the doorbell rang and I was both delighted and a tad nervous, mainly in case my mum said the wrong thing. Still, I shot both my parents a warning look before going to answer the door.

"Sam, Lara!" I exclaimed with a smile when I opened the door. "So glad to see you."

"Y/N!" Sam returned with excitement, before immediately pulling me in for a hug. "God, it's good to be here after so long. I'm so looking forward to your mum's cooking."

"Wow. And here's me thinking you came to see me," I joked, making her chuckle as she pulled back.

"I think I see you enough," she played along. "I'm here for Y/M/N and Y/D/N."

I scoffed jokingly as she stepped inside, moving my attention to an uneasy-looking Lara, still stood in the doorway. Naturally, it brought a smile to my face and I quirked a brow.

"You coming in today?" I teased, stepping to the side.

She cleared her throat, nervous smile on her lips and some flowers in her hand. "I– yes. Sorry. It's good to see you, Y/N."

I chuckled as she stepped inside, closing the door behind them both.

"We bought some flowers and chocolates for your parents," she added, and I noticed Sam was holding the box of chocolates.

"That's sweet of you both, but you didn't have to," I told them knowingly. "Just you coming was enough."

They exchanged looks, making me laugh, and then footsteps were heard and my mum appeared in the hallway.

"Ladies, welcome!" she said brightly, before looking to Sam first. "Sam, it's so good to see you. It's been too long!"

"It has, Y/M/N, I'm sorry I haven't visited sooner," Sam returned with a laugh, before holding out the chocolates. "Hopefully these make up for it."

My mum looked at the chocolates with a cheeky smile. "My favourite. Of course it does."

Sam winked at me playfully, making me roll my eyes.

"And you must be Lara," my mum continued, expression softening. "I've been very excited to meet you, dear! Y/N has only said great things about you."

"Mu-um," I whined, cheeks flushing.

Lara smiled with amusement, nerves dissipating slightly, which I suppose was worth a joke at my expense.

"What? It's true!" she defended.

"It's lovely to finally meet you, Mrs. Y/L/N," Lara said politely, before holding out the flowers. "These are for you and your husband."

"Call me Y/M/N," my mum replied, before accepting the flowers with a chuckle. "You lovely ladies are spoiling us! Do mind my husband. He's just making sure the roast doesn't burn."

"I just wanted to say that we're also really grateful for all the food you've been sending over recently," Lara added with a small smile. "It's been a massive help."

"And it tastes beautiful," Sam added jokingly.

My mum began to smile sadly as she looked between them both and I knew what she was thinking. Please don't bring it up. Please don't bring it up. Please don't bring it up.

"I'm here to help in any way I can," was all she said, as I held my breath. Then when I shot her a look, pleading for her not to mention Yamatai with my eyes, she cleared her throat. "I'm gonna check on dinner. Y/N will take you to the dining room."

As she walked away, Sam and Lara seemed confused, so I attempted to brush it off as I took the lead to the dining room.

Soon enough, my dad joined us, introducing himself to Lara and reacquainting himself with Sam, before my mum brought out the dinner and we all dug in. To my relief, they both steered away from all things Yamatai, instead talking about work or family or anything else that wouldn't make them upset.

Sam settled in easily enough, as she always did when she spent time with my parents. I was more concerned about Lara, who initially didn't want to come tonight and was acting a little shyer than usual. Thankfully, she seemed to warm up to everyone as the evening went on, and I was glad my parents were able to put her at ease. They truly did like her, and contrary to Lara's fear, they didn't blame her one bit for our disaster voyage.

To make things even better, my mum went out of her way to truly help Lara feel at home by baking her a special dessert.

"Y/N mentioned you fancy a Jaffa Cake every now and then," my mum teased Lara as she brought out the cake in her hand and set it down, "so I thought I should make something special since it's your first time coming over. It's a Jaffa Cake cake!"

Lara stared at the cake with surprise, smile on her lips in disbelief. "What? Seriously?"

"This is literally her dream dessert, you know that?" Sam said to my mum with amusement.

My mum chuckled as she took her seat. "I figured."

Lara blinked, speechless, before her eyes glanced at me across the table, unsure. I nodded reassuringly, trying not to laugh, and then she looked to my mother with sparkling eyes.

"This looks amazing, Y/M/N, I don't even know what to say."

"You don't need to say a thing," my mum assured her. "Just dig in!"

Lara pressed her lips together, smile permanently fixed on her face in a way that warmed my heart.

After having some dessert and tea, my mum insisted on boxing up some leftovers for Sam and Lara.

"Sam, it's been a pleasure as always," my mum said with a smile, before offering her the food. "This is for you and Lara."

"Awesome," Sam mumbled as she accepted the bag, before hugging my mum. "Thanks, Y/M/N."

My mum laughed before looking to Lara. "Lara, love, it's been an absolute delight meeting you tonight. I hope we can see more of you. You're part of the family now!"

Lara smiled, cheeks turning pink. "Thank you, Y/M/N. I appreciate that."

I watched them both hug, always grateful for my mum's ability to put someone at ease.

After she and my dad wished Sam and Lara a good night, I walked them down the hall to see them out.

"Get back safe, yeah? Text me when you're home," I told them both.

"We will," Sam assured, before lifting the bag of food in her hand. "Can't wait to devour this tomorrow."

I chuckled tiredly, accepting her hug before opening the door for her. She stepped outside as I looked to Lara with a grateful smile.

"Thank you for coming, Lara. I'm really glad you did. It wouldn't have been the same without you."

"I don't know about that," she said with a slight snicker, before looking between my eyes patiently, "but thank you. I..."

I waited, curious, but then Sam interrupted, calling for Lara impatiently.

"Thanks for having me," Lara said quickly, aware of Sam's whining in the background, though a tender smile was on her lips. "Goodnight, Y/N."

"Goodnight, Lara." I pulled her in for a brief hug, though my insides were spinning butterflies at the proximity.

She offered me a final smile before I watched her join Sam's side, the two of them walking away. I exhaled gently, closing the door and unable to clear my thoughts of Lara.

—

A few days later, I was over at Sam and Lara's flat, helping Sam do some cleaning and throwing some old belongings out. With Sam, this meant waiting for her to decide whether a possession was worth keeping or not, fighting her about it, then finally getting rid of the clutter.

As I was leaving another full box of belongings by the front door as Sam continued to dig around her bedroom, I heard keys jingling in the door. Straightening up, I saw Lara letting herself in, eyes finding mine with confusion.

"Y/N?" she said with surprise, shutting the door behind her and kicking off her shoes. "What are you doing here?"

"Just helping Sam get rid of some stuff," I said, before noticing her gym outfit and headphones. "You go to the gym?"

As if suddenly aware of her appearance, she glanced down before wiping the film of sweat from her face with her sleeve. "I– no, sorry, I'm all gross. I went on a run."

I chuckled, shrugging. "It's cool."

She cleared her throat, smiling a little, before saying, "I was actually meaning to call you so it's good you're here." When I lifted a brow curiously, she continued, "I wanted to thank you properly, for dinner the other night. Your family are really lovely and accommodating and I just–"

She paused, eyes flickering away momentarily, and I wondered what she was so nervous about, but I didn't want her to feel rushed, so I waited.

"It was the first time I've properly felt at home somewhere since, well, since I was a child," she continued slowly, awkwardly, and I hung onto every word.

"I'm glad," I spoke gently. "My parents love you. And I really enjoyed having you there."

She breathed out, nodding. "Even after everything... I'm glad it went well. I should have said as much the other night, but... yeah."

I couldn't help but smile at her adorable uneasiness. "No problem, Lara."

She swallowed visibly, eyes meeting mine briefly, before hesitating.

"What is it?" I asked, noticing she was holding back. "What's on your mind?"

She chewed on her lip. "I lost my parents young and I never had a family, not a real one. I had Roth, but he's..."

"Lara," I started, stepping forward with a hint of concern, but she shook her head.

I waited, and then she pressed her lips together. "Forget it."

Feeling bad for throwing her off, I started, "No, wait–"

"No, it's fine, I'm just rambling," she mumbled.

"Keep rambling," I urged, afraid if she stopped sharing now, she'd never do so again.

She paused, pursing her lips as she looked to her shoes. I watched the strands of her fringe loosen from her ponytail, covering her face for a moment, and fought the urge to push it out the way.

"It all seems so futile now," she admitted.

My confusion only grew. "What?"

Just when I thought she may stay quiet forever, she finally looked up, golden-brown eyes meeting mine. "I like you. A lot. I have for a long time now, but after everything... there's bigger things going on and it's a lot to admit. And I understand if you don't feel the–"

She was rambling again, already talking herself out of her admission, so I kissed her without thinking, lips catching ablaze when they touched hers. She froze, shocked, and I pulled back slightly, finally moving those damned strands of hair from her stunning eyes.

"It's not futile," I assured her, meeting her deer-caught-in-headlights expression. "I actually feel the same way."

She breathed out slowly, a small, hopeful smile forming on her lips. "You do?"

I mirrored her smile, nodding. "Do you know how hard it is to fancy someone who barely spoke a word to you?"

Embarrassed, she looked away. "Not any easier than fancying someone who you couldn't say a word to."

I chuckled. "Touch��."

She licked her lips, nervous, before meeting my gaze once more. "Why didn't you say anything?"

I shrugged, it being my turn to be nervous. "I don't know... at first, it was because you didn't speak to me much so I didn't think you'd like me back. And then, like you said, after everything that happened... it was a lot. It didn't feel like the right time."

"How about now?" she asked hesitantly. "Is it the right time now?"

"It could be. If you want it to be."

She nodded. "I'd like that."

I began to smile. "Me too."

She smiled too, eyes flickering between mine before settling on my lips, and without another second wasted, she leaned in to kiss me. I closed my eyes as her finger curled around my cheek, pulling me close, and melted into her touch.

I could have stayed there forever kissing her, but the sound of Sam in the hall grumbling to herself about cleaning made us pull apart. I wasn't sure what would happen with the whole Lara and I and Sam thing, but Lara must have had the same thoughts as I.

"We keep this from Sam until we figure out what this is?" she proposed quickly.

I sighed with relief, glad we were on the same page, and nodded in agreement.

"Oh, Lara, you're back!" Sam noticed when she finally entered. "Great, you can help Y/N and I."

Lara's eyes twinkled with adoration as they lingered on mine before she gave Sam a convincing smile. "Sounds good, Sam. Just let me shower and I'll give you both a hand."

I smiled to myself as she walked past Sam and I, heading for the bathroom. I was still in awe.

I just kissed Lara freakin' Croft. Twice!

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Enemies to lovers with König and witty reader? I don't know if you also write about him so imma leave this here

Answering two anons at the same time lmao

Say my name (König x witty! Reader)

Pt.2 now!

🐥 The first time König appeared on my drafts was when I was making my last Reyes x Reader fic and um... I kind of wanted to keep doing lmao so here it is. Sorry for my broken English-

Angst/ SOCIAL ANXIETY/ slight nsfw/ open ending (if you guys want a part two and this short gets some attention)

⚠️ I still picture König as Lee Pace ⚠️

They say you transfered from SpecGru to KorTac because you simply wanted a change of airs. But it couldn't be that simple. Why were you so simple?

As antisocial as he seemed to be, König was well aware that a bond between teammates was needed in order to sync and function properly during missions. He wasn't the best at striking up conversations and never intended to improve on this aspect either, often trying to figure people out from the distance, he only approached them if he had questions about their character. Horangi once said it was weird but König frankly didn't care about what was socially accepted or not, he just made the effort to know his team because it was expected of him, and as great as it would be to have friends, he struggled socializing and had given up trying ages ago. König was paid to kill, not to make friends. And as far as his interactions went with his teammates, the only one who gets his game and could be considered his friend is Horangi. But you?

He had tried to investigate you, even going as far as using his position as colonel to gather as much information from your background to understand you without having to make any awkward approach. But nothing he found explained why you changed factions or why you behaved the way you did. You had a normal childhood, went to a good school, graduated being top of your class... Jesus you had a rabbit called Mr. Whiskers, even the deepest info given was borely normal. No trace of trauma or any mental disorder.

König begun studying you like a biologist would to a newfound species and got more and more invested and frustrated the more information he gathered, because he simply couldn't excuse your... Well, your everything.

He approaches you one time during morning drills, looks you up and down as you stretched, ignores the flirty comment you shot his way, because what the fuck is your problem? You don't know him. Then König proceeded to mouth the first thing he ever said to you, one of the main questions he had on his head as to why you would behave so strangely. And it goes like this: "Do you have any mental illness, hm?"

"I might have, yeah."

And you said it so casually. Do you, though? Are you being sarcastic or... God he hates you. Why can't he figure you out!? Why do you smile at him so much? Why do you flirt so much with him? Do you flirt with the others the way you do with him?

That new question made him observe your body language around others and listen carefully to any interaction you had and found nothing but your enchanting witty self. Of course you teased other members, but never so bluntly like the way you flirt with him. The colonel felt weirdly relieved at this. Maybe he liked the attention given? Scratch that, or course not!

One time after a tiring mission in Barcelona, Spain, König approached you with a bottle of water, you thanked him with a wink and he watched you swallow the whole thing before he proceeded to ask you the second question that plagued his mind: "Do you perhaps hide some secret trauma that permanently changed your behaviour, using sarcasm, smirks and jokes to protect your scared inner child in order to not get hurt again?"

"Hmmm... The day I found out my mother was Santa Claus I went bananas, but I wouldn't say it scarred me for life. Do ya want an M&M, colonel?"

He fucking hates you. He hates you. König aggressively snatched a handful of M&M's and stormed away. That night he swore he could hear your laugh echoing inside his head. Why couldn't you leave his fucking mind? What was it with you? Were you doing it on purpose?

_____

You were definitely doing it on purpose.

You have to be patient with König. But he was so hilarious and scary, it thrilled you to watch the two meter tall behemoth of a man walk near you and sneak watchful, calculated glances your way when he thought you weren't looking. If someone dared to ask, you'd easily answer with the honesty everyone knew you posses: You'd fuck König without a thought.

He's so feral in battle, so demanding and intimidating on the comms. His ridiculous voice made him all the more adorable contrasting with his appearance. Oh fuck that. Even his appearance was ridiculous, he looked like the red guy from that creepy show called "Don't hug me, I'm scared" or one of those executioners from the Shrek movie. But he was HOT, with that slutty waist accentuated by his bulky back, those long slender arms that could lift anything on his way, you saw him lift a fucking car a few inches so an injured woman could scape, and as she cried of relief you could feel your pussy crying as well at the sight. And oh his hands... The way he used them, so elegantly but rough, they'd make a beautiful necklace. His voice, as unfitting as it sounded coming from this KorTac monster, made you itch to hear more, his accent was so attractive that it quickly made you addicted to sound of it and your brain pondered on how he'd sound while doing other things. Lucky you, when the stars aligned and you two coincided in the gym you made sure to be close enough to hear the quiet grunts and sighs from the colonel as he trained, to your surprise he never moved away as if he knew what you were doing and thought nothing much of it. Safe to say, you'd gladly eat whatever interaction König graced you with with a speck of salt.

Though, when you begun paying attention to the details (because it was hard to guess his thoughts without seeing his face) You noticed a few things about the colonel that indicated he had a severe case of social anxiety. The way he self isolated, how he forced himself to interact with people resulting in very awkward conversations that led to him coming up as rude to what he got frustrated and scaped the scene, how he loved his job because you were convinced that he thought he was only good at killing. That made you wonder if he had other hobbies... It's funny to imagine a tall, muscly guy like him baking or making origamis.

______

Today you saw the ultimate signal that your big crush wasn't a people's person.

You two were on a meeting with some other KorTac members. König was peeling an apple and had finished it rather quickly as all of you spoke, but he spent ten minutes with the remnants of the fruit slowly browning and drying on his hand, so you decided to test your theory by walking to the near trash can to throw a random paper you crumbled quickly, after a few seconds König abruptly stood up to throw the dried fruit remnant, the tall Austrian glanced your way before he sat again and kept to himself. Okay, so judging by this and how stiff he looks, König doesn't know exactly what to do with his body around people, he needed an excuse to stand up and throw the finished apple so he waited for anyone to use the trash can to go after, BUT he waited a few seconds to stand so he wouldn't look like he was waiting. Must be stressful to be on his shoes. Interesting, but maybe you were overthinking too much, so you decided to do a final test that would definitely tell you if what you thought was right. You didn't want to come to this unless it was really necessary... You'll probably have to apologize later.

You directed all the attention to König by asking a number of things, (obviously work related) that caught the attention of everyone in the room taking the poor colonel by surprise, his cristal blue eyes widened for a minute before he composed himself answering everything you asked with a professional tone until you spotted the tremble on his hands, poor König noticed your attention drift to his hands so he slid them under the table. That's how you knew it. He couldn't handle being the center of attention for prolonged amounts of time. Your poor baby...

You gave him a sympathetic look that again took him by surprise, but by that time König had called the meeting over, gathered his things and walked out before you could approach him.

Damn you and your stupid beautiful voice and worried eyes trying to comfort him discreetly.

Gloved hands fidgeted with the bracelet on his wrist. König remembers the little girl who gifted him said thing. The day him and his team rescued her and some other orphans from a building about to explode, the worried colonel spent a few minutes comforting the little girl until she pulled the orange bracelet from her small SpongeBob backpack, he chuckled at the gesture and had never taken it off since. They even shared some letters from time to time, he held a piece of little Astrid in the form of a cute bracelet and she held a piece of him in the form of sweet spoken letters.

König saw her kind eyes in yours and it squeezed his heart so much he felt suffocated. Why would a teasing little vixen like you have such kind, gorgeous eyes? It was weirdly comforting that someone would look at him so softly like he wasn't a monster for once after so long.

His heart begun beating faster, his head was so full of questions about you it infuriated him. Long legs carried the colonel to the gym absentmindedly, like his body craved to ease some tension, but at the last minute he turned to the left corridor further from the gym, went to the right and finally approached the shooting range's door.

"Scheibe..." König cursed lowly, he could have very well bursted the door out of it's hinges, his gloved hand (still a bit shaky) took his favorite riffle from the top right corner of the shelf while he shot a backward kick to push the metallic door closed. He spent fourteen minutes shooting targets while mauling at your last interaction, rage swirled his insides and yet he couldn't fully hate you for asking questions, after all it was work-related, and the last soft gaze you gave him spoke volumes that you didn't want to advert all the attention to him out of malice. König was reloading his sniper rifle when he heard a gentle thud indicating someone had entered the room.

"You'd make an amazing sniper." You spoke softly trying not to startle him.

"You come to mock me? Laugh all you like. I'm well aware I'm too huge to be a sniper." He spoke in resentment over his shoulder before redirecting his focused gaze to the target ahead.

"I always say size doesn't matter! As long as you know how to handle your weapon, you'll make any girl blush."

Your dark humour takes König by surprise and he misses the dummy's head, he tries to hold back the chuckle that threatened to spill from his hidden lips. Luckily the shirt he wore as a mask shielded his face enough to make it look like he was holding in a cough or a sneeze but you weren't stupid. When he turns to face you placing the riffle to the near table he gets startled by how close you are, the smirk accompanying your lips as you weaseled close to his very sacred personal space made him curse lowly in his mother's tongue. The tall Austrian stepped back and you rose your hands in mocking defeat.

"Alright, I get it, personal space. Jus' wanted to hear ya laugh..."

"I didn't." He hisses.

"Didn't ya? I thought I heard it, must have been the wind."

Your sarcasm often infuriated König who never seemed to get a good grip on his English, so it was hard for him to detect when you were being serious or just pulling his leg. His hands flex on his sides, tiny waist move side to side as he balances his weight before he crosses his arms and leans his back to the wall. König raises a brow when your smirk morphed into a sincere apologetic smile as you admired his stance six feet apart from him.

"I'm sorry for what happened back there." You said honestly, he sucked in a breath. "Didn't want t' put ya on the spot."

The Colonel's cerulean eyes widen in surprise before directing his gaze to your tank top blinking rapidly. It was easier to listen if he wasn't looking directly at your eyes. "König..." Your voice was honey making shivers run up his spine and his skin erupt in goosebumps, his hands trembled even when he fisted them on his crossed stance. "Why don't we start again? Call me paranoid, but I feel like there's tension between us and not the type I'd like."

König wasn't shy, he wasn't, but that last line of yours made him feel like it, and it wasn't an ugly feeling? But it was a little uncomfortable, foreign, it squeezed his heart in a suffocating way, his hands were clammy, he felt weirdly light like if it wasn't for his tapping foot on the floor he'd float away. König understood what you were saying and it comforted him that you were on the same page, the weird unsteadiness between the two of you becoming rather unbearable and a constant topic on both your minds, it was relieving that you thought the same way. Suddenly the ugly anger he had for you quieted down.

The colonel lifted his hand your way offering you a handshake you took with mirth.

"I'm colonel König. Y-you are...?"

"Goddamn. Ain't your parents bit' egotistical? Namin' their baby boy 'king' in their native language." You say with a snicker shaking his hand. He takes it back abruptly but you don't flinch. "I'm Sargeant (c/n). My name is (y/n) (l/n). Is König the name written on your birth certificate or were you called somethin' else?" You press.

König is taken aback by this. When was the last time someone had asked the colonel his name?

"I am..." It tasted foreign on his tongue, like he had forgotten the sound of it, the taste of his own name on his tongue. "My name is Andreas Dobler. That's... That's my name." His name wasn't König, he remembers the man he left behind all those years back, the man under the dark cloak. Before things went to shit, before becoming colonel König.

"Andreas. What a curious name, never heard of it-"

"Say my name again." König interrupts. His voice weak but demanding and desperate. He loved it. He loved the sound of his name on your lips. It was strange, sweet... Arousing, even.

You blinked angling your head up to take a better look at his half-lid eyes. This time König didn't look away, your eyes met and suddenly the ugly tension from before was morphing into another type of tension, your heart beats faster in sync with his. You didn't know you were getting closer until König placed a hand on your waist and then the other, not pushing, not pulling, he simply laid them there and it came so naturally, your playful smile wavered slightly as your hands landed on his shoulders, he shivers. You tilted your head to the side and he was so lost in you, your aroma, your eyes, your lips, your touch, he didn't realize he was returning the head tilt.

Your lips parted, pink tongue darting to hydrate your dry lips until your pearls were visible from the gap, and his eyes catch every movement your mouth makes when you whisper "Andreas."

"Again."

"Andreas-"

"Again..."

"...Andreas..." Your hands slowly move to his chest, his breath hitches. His name has never sounded so sensual whispered by anyone's mouth. You were... You...

"You..." He isn't sure what to say. You are not sure either, suddenly your wit has abandoned you it seems. "You intrigue me." He decides to huff out, accent heavily pronounced.

There's a thousand thoughts swirling on König's mind, he has shared his name but it suddenly didn't feel enough, he wanted to show you who he was, his past, his thoughts, his hopes and dreams, even his face. How can a simple woman like you make König feel so much? Because you were no simple woman. That's why when he felt your small hands slide up his chest to the hem of the shirt that composed his mask, König didn't tense up, in fact, his shoulders relaxed embracing the touch of your fingers gently feeling his neck under the cloth, his stubble, his chin, his high cheeks... Gloved hands grab your wrists.

You stop, still looking up at him noticing the heaving of his chest and how lost in awe his gaze seemed.

"Not yet?"

"I-i... Do not..." Mind. He didn't want to refuse your touch but at the same time it was so overwhelming.

You give a small nod, König lets go of your wrists and you take this opportunity to nuzzle his cheeks, he gasps landing his hands on your waist once more, squeezing the flesh over your tank top. The feeling of your fingers on his face was so foreign it felt like you were touching a piece of his soul.

"Don't you worry, darling..." König lets out a small whimper at this. "I'm rushing things ain' I? We were just getting on the first name basis and I had to screw it all..." You wanted to sound apologetic, you promise, but it was so hard when your colonel was practically purring at the feeling of your soft hands scratching his stubble.

König was putty on your hands, he has never felt this way. His cheeks burn in embarrassment, he tries to move back but remembers he's already against the wall, and you, a small thing like you have him cornered like a honey badger hunting a lion. His lip wobbles and he tilts his head to the side as he feels your hands massage and explore his neck and jaw in long, gentle motions.

"Shy lil' thing... Aren't you pretty hiding under there? Maybe you are too beautiful to allow anyone the pleasure of a simple look. Like a sweet Ferrero Roche firmly wrapped and ready to be eaten." You whisper, voice raspy before you chuckle when his Adam's apple bobs with a swallow. Your body is now pressed compleatly against his, your dear colonel's hands tremble on your sides as he fists your tank top. He's nervous, he's shy, but you know he is enjoying this judging by the way his teary, half-lid eyes blink slowly every time you feel a new inch of skin.

"...Sag bitte mehr, ich flehe dich an..." (Say more please, I beg you.) König moans out, his german accent so strong masking how weak he was feeling at the moment.

He loved your voice, your touch... Your everything. The colonel ran his fingers on your lower back encouraging to continue, meanwhile he very slowly tilted his head higher allowing you more space on his neck to massage and scratch. You chuckle darkly feeling his member poking at your belly, your body instantly pressing harder against his cornered torso.

"You like the sound of my voice, colonel?" You humm, he makes a small noise. "Andreas...?"

His shoulders shake with the force of his shiver, nails digging deliciously on your lower back, you chuckle delighted at the sight tilting his chin to the other side to feel his nape, his ear and some locks of hair. "ich begehre dich..." The Austrian groans, his member now fully erect twitched delighted by the delicious pressure of your torso against it and your soft ministrations to his neck.

Both your radios churr alive until a voice breaks the static, a random operator checking on the comms. König almost knocks you over with how fast he straightened his back and the way his strong grip held you back, his chest heaving fast, eyes wide and vulnerable. You take the opportunity to grab him by the hem of the shirt he uses as a mask.

"Wait-..."

König freezes when he feels cold air hit the heated skin from his neck. You had lifted a portion of the cloth revealing the part you were previously massaging, caressing and scratching. His head moves up to the side trying to hide from your touch, his hands shoot backwards planting on the wall as if a force had taken them from the previous grip he had on you.

"I hope you can forgive me colonel... Can't help it..."

There's a long gash on his neck, a very old scar that seemed to be product of a knife fight or even a bullet, it's crocked and it goes up probably to his right ear. You lean close on tiptoes because he couldn't crouch due to how shocked he still felt, and you planted your wet lips on the surface of the sensitive scar. König's throat rumbles with a groan, his powerful hands finally make the move to take you, to cage your body impossible closer to his. A hard roll of his hips make him gasp in relief and you loudly huff when he handles you to where he was previously caged, his hands soon making small effort to lift you up, both legs wrapped around his waist and he THRUSTS. You are still kissing, licking and nibbling his neck, your hands exploring the long bulky surface of his back, König moans delighted at one particular bite until-

"Shit."

König turned his head back so fast you are sure his neck is rotatory, two pairs of eyes look in shock at Horangi who is standing there holding the rifle König had previously left before all of this happened. Your colonel was frozen in embarrassment his shaking hands still held you up and his boner was no longer stabbing you, the thing died at the speed of light.

"Jesus Christ. You gonna keep staring or you wanna join us, tiger?"

König snaps his head back at you comically fast, icy eyes glare in surprise, horror and astonishment.

"As fun as that sounds I'll leave you two to your games... 'sides, I don't think you'll be able to handle König alone, imagine the two of us. We'd ruin you." The Korean's response made you laugh enchanted with his wit, he walked out the door in quick strides leaving you two alone once more.

König huffs glaring at the wall behind you. The sudden unwelcome presence of his friend seemed to had robbed the magic from the moment. Your Colonel's body shagged slowly lowering your body, and the moment your heels touched the ground his head leaned down falling to the crock of your neck, the feeling of the warm cloth of his mask made you humm. He kissed your clavicle over his mask and you ran your hands to his shoulders until König slowly retrieved.

He took two steps back, with a very noticeable defeated look.

"Hey. We can keep going whenever yer up to. Don't look at me like that, sweet thing." Your voice carried a playfulness that comforted him from the sudden feeling of defeat.

König couldn't meet your eyes, his voice was shaky "I'm just not like this-..."

"Andreas-"

"DON'T -...!" He barked, startling you both.

It was too much, too sudden, too weird, too suffocating. He liked it at first but... König couldn't put into words what he was feeling right now. He hated that the moment was cut short, he hated that he felt like it was his fault and he hated the way you are looking at him with so much concern like when you two were at the meeting.

"Verzeihen Sie mir." He muttered giving you a final short glance before he rushed out of the place leaving the door open and your startled self still leaning on the wall.

You recognized those words even if you didn't know much of German.

"Forgive me." You translated in a whisper.

Will you?

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ya-zz · 1 year

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Fixed the Broken

Ramattra x reader(gen)

Word count: 3164 It's another 4am write up, I really should fix my sleep, but have another piece. Again, if it's not correct or there are errors, I may fix it when I next come across it... maybe

Also as I finish writing this, it's almost 7:30am. I may have wrote too much-

Ramattra had been sent out on a mission alongside a few of the other Overwatch soldiers. His expertise in close hand combat alongside his menacing demeanour often changed the course of a fight.

However, this wasn't like any other battle he had fought. His mind wandered to you before switching off.

Despite his hatred for humans, he became very fond of you. He couldn't quite place his robotic finger on it, but he felt comfortable around you, as if you had been friends for years.

After being picked up by Overwatch two years ago, you became the sole repair person for omnics and anything of the sort. While you did have some basic knowledge of self defence and could put up a fight if necessary, you were always stationed inside of your workshop mending the broken.

You had repeatedly repaired Zenyatta time and time again, however he got himself injured you could easily fix within the hour. His kind was something you had grown used to repairing, so much so you never needed the manual to fix anything after the first few repairs.

Ramattra, on the other hand, was one omnic you never had the pleasure of fixing, let alone working with. His kind was secured by multiple government walls, so even trying to get the blueprints was proving to be difficult.

Time and time again you had tried to get the documents, but nothing would budge in your favour. Even Reyes had tried, although a less legal way was used, but even he couldn't get zilch from the company who created Ramattra's kind.

The one time Ramattra came in, dragging his feet behind Zenyatta, he denied any form of help from a human, standing in the doorway as you stopped in your tracks and looked at the pair. Zenyatta managed to coax him into sitting down on the chair before you walked over and assessed the damage done on his faceplate.

With a sorrowful look, you told him things were going to be ok and that you were there to help. You didn't ask how his faceplate got cracked, instead you gently pried it off his head and got to work with fixing it.

He noted how soft your hands were against his cheeks before the cold air of the workshop hit his inner skeleton. The one thing Ramattra was grateful for was the ability to feel what humans do naturally. After modifying himself, he managed to do just that. A bit of coding and rewiring made him feel the cold, the heat and the touch of another.

It didn't take too long and Ramattra was out of there within the hour. A small thank you escaped from him before he left alongside his omnic brother.

All you could do was smile to yourself as you finally got chance to be around such a marvellous creation. Despite what you were told about him, you wanted to know more from him. He was that one of a kind omnic you never got the chance to talk to, let alone touch.

----

Athena urgently called for you to go to the ORCA arrival bay the very moment you had put some boxes down from a delivery of spare parts. You quickly put on a jacket before closing up the workshop temporarily and heading down. The air was still, almost heavy as you approached.

A few of the other cadets were anxiously waiting the arrival of the ORCA, Zenyatta nowhere to be seen.

"What's going on?" You asked, zipping your jacket up and wrapping your arms around yourself.

Reyes looked to you. "It was successful, but damages have been made."

You look back to the entrance, the sky a deep orange as the sun set below the horizon.

"What damages?"

Reyes didn't say anything.

You feared the worst.

The silence was tormenting you. Nobody spoke a word until the ORCA landed in the bay.

Holding your breath, your grip tightened on your sides.

One by one, members of the team got off the carrier. Bloody faces and bandages. They had been through hell.

Small words were exchanged, the majority of them heading to medical, others for a well earned shower.

Hanzo was the last to appear, hair loose over his shoulders, blood and oil coating his face.

You look at him, relieved he was ok, but your attention quickly shifted to his hands.

"Brother!" Zenyatta had appeared behind you, clearly distraught and pained by what he saw.

Hanzo was holding Ramattra's head, the lights were off. You took a step back.

Damages were made...

You looked at Reyes who was already looking at you.

"Listen kid, I'll do what I can about the documents-" he started, he saw your brow furrow but continued. "Think you can mend him in the meantime?"

"Mend him? He's..." You look back at what was left of Ramattra. A hand grabbed your arm making you turn.

"Please..." Zenyatta sounded in pain, as if he was trying not to cry. Despite his emotionless face, you could tell he was hurting the most.

"I'll try." That's all you could say and do. Try.

Hanzo walked with you to the workshop, the silence almost unbearable.

"I could only retrieve his head." He said, voice low.

"What about any data chips? Memory cards?" You asked, unlocking the door and entering the workshop.

"I am not sure. He was badly injured, his body crushed and torn apart. I fear the enemy was too great an opponent for him." Hanzo delicately placed the head on the closest workbench.

Looking at the archer, you wonder if you could actually do the impossible and bring Ramattra back. Your face showed concern and Hanzo picked up on it instantly.

"You have got this. I'll stop by in the evenings to give you food from the canteen. I know you will stay in here until he is complete."

You nod. He was right. When given a project, no matter how big or small, you see it through with very little break and this was one hell of a project. With no blueprints on how he works, you had to go off your intuition.

"He's lucky I had parts brought in for him recently, just in case... Didn't think I'd need them so soon. I think the first thing to do is to see if his chips are stored in that head of his..." You approach the workbench, looking down at the body-less omnic before you. "Thank you, Hanzo... I hope your recovery and everyone else's recovery is quick."

"You need not worry about me. My concern is with you. Please rest when your body needs it." His hand finds your shoulder, a warm touch to the cold space.

You smile at him before he leaves. You approach the door he just left out of and turn the light outside on, signally to not be disturbed. It was going to be on for awhile.

Ramattra's head stayed on the table as you checked over it and disassembled what you could. Luckily, the chips were stored in there and weren't broken, but you ran a test just to be sure.

When everything came back green a few minutes later, a sigh of relief escaped your lips.

One problem over, now it's time to build an omnic.

----

You couldn't count how many days you had been in the same room. Hanzo would remind you to rest whenever he stopped by with warm cooked food, his worry for you became greater with each day that passed.

Reyes had no luck in getting the blueprints, but by that point you were already working on his chest and arms. Wires were hanging out of the new body for Ramattra, waiting to be soldered into place. His head was facing you as you worked, a small reminder of what's at cost here.

Zenyatta never once stopped by. You would question Hanzo about him whenever you weren't focussed on repairs, but he could offer no response.

You had thought he couldn't come in because he knew what was going on. His brother was merely a shell at the moment. Empty.

----

There was a lot of trial and error in building him. Most of the time it was a miss-soldered wire or a loose bolt, however, you kept pulling through.

When you were attaching his pelvic plate, you looked back at his head and apologised. Even if he wasn't there, it still felt awkward.

You had no idea how many times you had been through the same playlist, listening to the same songs and singing along to them. Each day just merged with the next.

By the time the end of the second week had come around, you had accumulated around 50 hours of sleep and your body was slowly shutting down. The amount of caffeine you had consumed within that time was frightening. Hanzo even made Angela come in and check on you, demanding you to rest for at least a few days before continuing working.

Of course, being the persistent idiot you were, you ignored them and continued to work on Ramattra. He wasn't going to be like he was before and you knew this and you were ready to suffer whatever consequences he throws at you for not being able to fix him completely.

The end of the third week came by slowly and at that point you were a few final wires away from finishing his body and once they were in place, all you had to do was attach his head to it's rightful place.

You gently pick up his head and carry it over to the body, standing on a small step to reach his neck and attach everything to its rightful place.

A small hop down and you walk in front of him, looking up at the omnic in front of you. It was eerily quiet as your music stopped moments before.

"Please work. Please." You begged before heading over to the computer and directing a current to the omnic.

A small hiss and the lights on his forehead turned orange. They blinked a couple times before turning red and completely turning off.

You try again but the outcome was no different.

Heading over to a computer next to the omnic, you run a scan for any errors. A program you had built in your free time to detect any faulty wires or components.

Time remaining: 8 hours

You stare at the screen before the area around you becomes fuzzy. Hanzo walks in the moment you drop to the floor.

Your body completely crashed.

----

The light was bright above you as you came to. Hanzo was by your side as your stirred, placing a hand to your head.

"How are you feeling?" He asked.

"How long was I out?" You ignored his question to ask your own.

"Nearly a full day." He places a hand on your arm.

"Shit." You go to get up but Hanzo only stops you from moving forward.

"You need to rest."

"I need to fix Ramattra." You tried to get out of his grip.

"Take a break." Hanzo was much stronger than you were, holding you down easily.

"I can't."

"Yes you can."

"You have to rest." A female voice broke through, tone very much stern. "Doctors orders."

With a tone like that, you stop resisting, instead slumping back into the bed.

"Fine, but only until tomorrow." You try to bargain.

"No, not until I deem you healthy and fit to leave." Angela checked your blood pressure before writing it down. "Rest."

You sigh, staring up at the ceiling before your body drags you back into slumber.

----

You had no idea how much time had passed before Angela had let you go. Hanzo walked with you to the workshop to make sure you were truly ok before leaving you for a training session with Genji.

Upon entering, you are met with what you had left. Ramattra was still standing there with no power. Some dust had begun to settle on his chassis so you made quick and gentle work of brushing it off.

Checking the monitor, all tests had come back green. All was good. You direct the current through again.

Orange.

Red.

Switched off.

You screamed. Like actually screamed, throwing a piece of scrap metal at the wall.

"Three weeks of work for nothing!" Tears streamed down your face as you kept running the current but was getting nowhere. "Fuck, what the actual hell am I supposed to do..."

Omnics didn't come with an on button.

...

Wait...

You rummaged through the spare parts, a small piece rattled at the bottom of the box. Despite feeling somewhat relieved you missed something, you were utterly pissed off with yourself for actually missing something.

Pondering for a moment, you realised where this piece belongs. A small hole underneath his back plate, hidden among cables and wires.

Sonofabitch...

After about another hour of fucking about with everything in his back, you had the piece inserted and flipped up.

Reassembling his back, you head over to direct a current.

Orange.

Red.

Blue.

You could hear hissing which meant his fans were working. A small digital noise escaped from the omnic as his arms twitched, head tilting to the side.

You stand there, body frozen.

"Ramattra?"

His head tilts back up, now directly facing you.

Nothing was said for a moment. The two of you just staring at each other.

"I didn't think I'd get to see you again." Was the first thing he said.

"What?" Your cheeks grew warm.

"You fixed me. I owe you my life." He took a wobbly step forward.

"You don't owe me anything." You say.

"I do. For nearly a month you have worked on fixing me."

"How'd you know it was only a month?"

Ramattra sat down at the workbench, the same place he sat the first time he entered the shop.

"When you checked to see if there was any damage to my chips, you inadvertently set a small current off. I was able to see everything, hear everything."

"How-" You pause for a moment. Your cheeks grew warmer knowing exactly what he was talking about.

The omnic laughed. "I won't say anything." He reassured you. "I want to thank you for being so gentle with everything. You even apologised when you-"

"I get it! You heard it." You look away, embarrassed. "You should go see Zenyatta. I'm sure he'll be happy to see you with a body."

"I want to stay here for a little while. I have grown rather... fond of this place."

"It's nothing special." You try to dismiss him.

"[y/n]. I want to spend actual time with you." He stared at you, lights flickering on his forehead.

You stare wide eyed. "I thought you hated humans."

"You are an exception. A rather great exception. I can tolerate the others for now."

"Mhm." You nod, taking a seat across from Ramattra.

"To be honest, you were the last thing I thought of when I shut down." He said, his tone was almost quiet.

"Why? I'm nothing special."

"You may not think that, but you have done wonders for omnics like me and my brother. You show me that there are good humans among the filth. I believe that is what Zenyatta was trying to tell me."

He gained a laugh from you.

"[y/n]."

"Ramattra?"

"Thank you." He took a hold of your hand that was resting on the table. "You even fixed my touch processors." He sounded shocked at this.

"Yeah... Zenyatta mentioned it was something you had worked on. I tried, so if it doesn't work as it should, feel free to fix it to your liking."

"Thank you." He repeated. "Can I possibly take you to the canteen to get some dinner? You hardly ate a thing when you were working on me."

"Are you asking me out on a date?" You grin, cheeks flushed.

"What if I am?"

"Yes. Yes you can." There was a sparkle in your eyes that Ramattra noticed instantly. If he could smile, he would. Your hand was warm as he held it, not wanting to let it go. That same warmth circled through his chassis whenever he looked at you.

Ramattra, dare he say, had fallen for a human. Each day you were fixing him, he grew more and more attached. He noticed how you moved, how you stretched, the gentle touch of putting things together and the concentration on your face when you worked on circuitry on the bench. For nearly a month he had been watching you without you even knowing. He knew things that he figured not many of the others knew. He admired your persistence and determination, yet that scream you let out shook him. He may have feared you were giving up.

Yet you didn't. You didn't give up on him.

He wanted to be with you, not as a way to say thank you, but because he had genuinely fallen for you.

Memory: Repair log, day 10:

"Despite you being a pain in the ass sometimes, you're alright. Fuck, you should've seen how heartbroken Zen was. It hurt me too, you know. If this doesn't work, I will never forgive myself. I don't think Zen will ever get over it either... If you're listening, Ramattra, please wake up... I don't think you understand that you have people here who actually want you back, and not for your strength. I'll miss you if this don't work. I'll miss seeing that damn face of yours and your snarky comments." You laugh. "You always made me smile. Even that day you came in with Zen. You didn't see but when you left I was super happy you trusted me. It was the very first time you let a human touch you. I heard from your brother you hadn't even let any other human touch you before I did...

Hey, Ramattra... you're welcome here anytime. Even if it's just to talk."

There was a small pause.

"Fuck," you laugh, "I can't be falling for you... we hardly know each other."

"It's not so wrong is it? A human falling for an omnic? Would you even feel the same? I don't know."

"Oh shit, where the fuck did I put it?"

"Ramattra. I think I'm in love with you yet I hardly know you. It's crazy that it can happen like that... I'm probably going crazy."

"Fuck."

"Ow."

"You'll be done soon, I can feel it."

You rested your head on the desk, eyes slowly closing and pulling you to sleep. "I love you... Ramattra..."

----

An omnic in love with a human. A human in love with an omnic... It wasn't unheard of, he just believed it would never happen to him, especially with how things turned out with his last mission.

He would run that memory log over and over again.

"I love you... Ramattra..."

"I love you too... [y/n]..."

#ramattra x you #ramattra x reader #self insert #ramattra #overwatch ramattra #ow ramattra #overwatch #ow #ramattra fanfic #overwatch fanfiction #my writing #my work #yazzfics

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alrightbuckaroo · 2 months

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Happy Wednesday, my lovelies! I've been a bit more hesitant to share snippets from the Time Loop AU as so much of it just straight up doesn't make sense out of context, but now I've got a (not so) little something to share:

“Grace, I know it sounds weird, I promise, I know,” Carlos continues to explain, the urgency in his voice bleeding into the pauses between in his words. “Call it, an, I don’t know, a gut feeling. Just, I know TK’s in danger and I need your help to stop it.”

For another brief moment, Grace stalls. Then, her eyes return to their natural state of inviting, as if she’s coaxing Carlos in.

“Carlos.” She places a comforting hand on Carlos’ arm, her way of trying to bring him back down to Earth. “If I tell you, an off duty cop, what I know about an emergency due to personal matters, and that gets back to my boss…”

Grace doesn’t finish her statement, and honestly, she doesn’t need to. He came to the same conclusion the moment she put her hand on his arm; the moment she decided to let him down gently.

Regardless, he can’t let himself give up.

“Grace, please,” Carlos tries again, his voice splintering; cracking and breaking into tiny, little pieces of desperation. “I can’t explain it, but I pro-”

“Carlos, I’m sorry,” Grace interjects and Carlos can’t fully blame her. He knows what it’s like to feel like you’re repeating a conversation over and over again. “I can’t.”

Carlos takes a deep breath and can feel the dam he’s built around his core start to giveaway; his eyes begin to sting and there’s a muted sense of burn.

He looks aside, knowing he can’t look at Grace because if he does, she’ll fully see that something’s horribly wrong.

Grace will ask and Carlos will answer. He’ll start talking, and he doesn’t know if he’ll ever stop. He’ll unleash everything, and he doesn’t know if he can bestow that kind of weight onto Grace.

That said, if he doesn’t say anything, he knows he’ll unravel. His last thread of his hope will come undone right in front of him, fraying at the ends and leaving him feeling both ragged and torn.

“Besides, he’s with Tommy and Nancy, you know they’ll take care of him," Grace continues, rubbing her hand up and down Carlos’ arm one last time. Carlos doesn’t respond, but Grace can’t afford to be away from her desk much longer. "Get home safe, okay?”

Grace turns and begins to exit the break room when Carlos suddenly says something that stops her in her tracks.

“What if it was Judd?” Carlos suggests, and the silence that follows settles atop the conversation like a blanket of snow.

Thanks to @honeybee-taskforce, @heartstringsduet, @welcometololaland, @paperstorm, @sznofthesticks, @strandnreyes, @three-drink-amy, @thisbuildinghasfeelings, @carlos-in-glasses, @lemonlyman-dotcom, @safeaswrites and @whatsintheboxmh for the tags!

No pressure tagging: @reyesstrand, @bonheur-cafe, @lightningboltreader, @theghostofashton, @herefortarlos, @never-blooms, @louis-ii-reyes-strand, @basilsunrise, @vineofroses, @carlos-tk, @ambiguouspenny, @freneticfloetry, @sanjuwrites, and @reasonandfaithinharmony :)

#every time i think of someone saying “i'm a little worried about the angst” in regards to this one i just think “yeah that's fair”#anyways this fic gave me a reason to write a grace carlos scene let's celebrate THAT #fic: love can pull you out of yesterday #wip wednesday

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Back of a Buick - Angel Reyes x Reader

Tagging: @witches-unruly-heart @annetje @infinity-mars @danzer8705 @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @the-wandering-lunatic @vannabanana1995 @multifandomloversworld @camelia35 @harperdoodle @queeniesdiary @laylasbunbunny @est1887 @justazzie

Angel finds your Zippo a few hours later in the back seat of the Buick. He’s standing in an abandoned lot with a petrol can in his hand and the lighter. His thumb trails over your initials engraved into the silver and he wonders if it’s fate. He knows this thing is precious to you, he remembers the way you clasped it to your chest in the aftermath of the fire. It matches the cigarette case you keep your blunts in. Someone cared about you enough to give you the set, he can’t help but wonder who.

He has to wait a couple of days to return it. Bishop has him on a run up to Stockton with a couple of the other guys. He spends his nights in a shitty hotel room, thinking about the time you spent in the back of the Buick, how tight and wet you felt around his cock, your hands pinning his wrists above his head. He jacks off in the shower imagining how good your mouth would feel on him, how you’d taste on his lips when you ride his face.

Before he goes to bed, he puts on the game and lights a cigarette with the Zippo, flicking the top of it closed with a satisfising click. He goes to sleep dreaming of your thighs locked around his hips, your lips ghosting over his as your fingertips trail over his tattoos. He remembers your hand on his throat squeezing just a little before you thrust his head back into the seat at the point of climax. Fuck that did something to him, something he hadn’t even realised he needed.

He doesn’t submit easily, but with you he’s complaint. He thinks you saw something in him, he’s not sure what but he wants to explore it. In that fleeting time he spent with you, he’d felt at peace, like all the chaotic thoughts that bounced around his head were finally silent. There was an intimacy in what you did, a level of trust he would never give to anyone else. He thinks about that on the journey to Stockton and back.

He tries to get the location of the illegal pot farm off Riz, but the other man refuses. The two of you have a good thing going and he tells Angel he’s not willing to sacrifice that relationship just so he can scratch you off his to do list. Angel doesn’t push, he knows he fucking deserves it, he has a history and Riz is simply looking out for his business.

He drops by the legal one instead, he doesn’t expect you to be there. He remembers you telling him that the crop had flowered early up on the second farm so it’s all hands-on deck. To his surprise you’re pulling up at the same time he is.

You don’t expect to see him, the surprise is evident on your face. You stand in front of him with your hands on your hips, the kush crop waving in the breeze behind you. You look radiant and fierce. Your hair is tied back into a messy bun, you’re wearing a flannel shirt that stained with smears of green and worn Levi’s. There’s a set of gardening gloves sticking out of your back pocket.

“What are you doing here?” You ask him, your eyebrows furrowing into a frown.

He withdraws the silver Zippo from his back pocket before holding it up for you to see.

“I found this in the backseat.” He explains before handing it over to you. “I thought you’d want it back.”

Your expression softens as your thumb runs over the initials etched into the silver plating, the edges of your mouth tips up into a smile as you clasp it to your chest.

“Thank you.” You tell him earnestly. “You don’t know how much this means.”

He shrugs.

“I had an idea.”

There’s a silence between the two of you, he kicks at the dusty road with the toe of his boot. He’s trying to get up the courage to say something else, but he finds himself tongue tied. He’s a man of action, not words. He isn’t sure how to vocalise what he wants, he isn’t even sure what it is he actually wants, he just knows it’s you.

“My grandmother gave it to me.” You say breaking the gulf between the two of you. “Along with the cigarette case. The kush we grow here, it helped her a lot when she had cancer.”

“I’m sorry.” He says quietly and he means it. His mother’s death was sudden, there one day and gone the next. His grief at the time had crippled him, cracked a part of his soul. It had broken EZ and wrecked his father. He couldn’t imagine what it must be like to watch someone you loved waste away like that. He didn’t know if he’d be able to handle it.

“Thank you.” You said quietly before removing the cigarette from your back pocket and flicking it open. “That’s why the work we do here is so important. You probably think I’m no better than Miguel Galindo with his poppies but Rose Kush makes a difference in people’s lives.”

“I don’t think that.” Angel tells you with conviction, taking one of the joints you offer him. “Heroin breeds misery, kush provides relief.” He pauses for a second, waiting for you to light it before he takes a drag. “When my friend Coco came back from Iraq, he was a mess. His head was all screwed up, he couldn’t sleep, couldn’t relax, he’d jump at noises, he was all over the place. I didn’t know what PTSD was back then…”

He fucking knew now.

Some of the shit he did for the club, for the rebels, for his family…

It weighted on him. It haunted him in his dreams. It was the reason he suffered insomnia because some of those events he relived over and over again until the only thing that relieved it, was booze or women, usually a combination of both.

“It’s insidious.” You tell him as he passes you the joint. “My therapist once described it to me like a file getting jammed in a filing cabinet, you keep trying to close the drawer but it keeps getting stuck so you keep having to deal with it.”

You inhale the sweet floral smoke before blowing a smoke ring out of your mouth. You’re all or nothing and he likes that, likes the fact you’re so open, that you own your shit, you do something about it.

“Did it help?” he ventured, plucking the blunt from between your fingertips. “The therapy?”

“Hm.” You consider your answer. “It’s a process, I sleep better now, feel more like myself. If there’s something I want to do, I do it without worrying about what other people will think. I do the things that make me happy.”

“Was that what it was the other night?” he asks you, tapping the ash onto the floor. “Is that what I was?”

You tilt your head to look at him, and he’s ensnared by your gaze. He’s never seen such beautiful eyes before, so rich with colour and so fucking deep. He feels like he could spend forever getting lost in that gaze, he wants to.

“I enjoyed what we did.” You tell him honestly. “And I would like to do it again, just not in the back of a Buick.”

The two of you share a smile and he thinks this could be it, the moment that one night turns into more.

“I’ve got a bed, clean sheets and everything.” he informs you, taking another drag of the spliff before handing it back to you. “We can take our time, get to know each other a little. I’d like to see more, do more.”

It was too quick last time, too fleeting. He hadn’t got to touch you the way he wanted, he hadn’t got to explore your body, to learn what made you moan. It had simply been a rush of adrenaline in the aftermath of a crime you had both committed.

“Yea.” You tell him, dropping the blunt onto the floor and crushing it underneath the heel of your boot. “I’d like that too.”

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Songbird || TWENTY-FOUR

Eddie Roundtree x Fem!Reader

Warnings: none

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Part Summary: Twenty years after the infamous Chicago show, the band reveal what they did after they split.

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ROD REYES: Next morning, we were waiting on the bus.

KAREN SIRKO: I remember thinking it would be okay. We’d been through hell, but we were the other side of it now.

ROD REYES: I mean, I’m trying to figure out how to tell everybody Daisy’s leaving. And then I see Eddie.

EDDIE ROUNDTREE: Y/N left the night before and I knew I had to let her leave and it was the hardest thing for me to do. I left the next morning, I couldn’t get back on that bus if she wasn’t there.

ROD REYES: The irony is, the chosen ones never know they are chosen.

KAREN SIRKO: I wanted to be a rock and roll star. To travel the world and play music for strangers. And that’s what I did, it’s what I still do.

GRAHAM DUNNE: I moved back home to Hazelwood. I fell in love and started a family. I have a wife and kids now who are my whole world. I’ve got Karen to thank for that. I’d probably still be pining after her if she hadn’t been brutally honest with me that night.

KAREN SIRKO: I mean, I told him what he needed to hear. But I wasn’t being honest with him.

EDDIE ROUNDTREE: I went and formed my own band, we weren’t bad, just, you know.

WARREN ROJAS: I’ve been a session drummer for years now. I mean, I’ve been on some…some records, you know? Classics. I married Lisa back in ‘82, still can’t believe she said yes. No one asks me to sign their tits anymore but, that’s okay….Actually, that’s not true, Lisa sometimes, she’ll, you know, just to be nice.

SIMONE JACKSON: Bernie and I, we opened this club. It’s ours and we play it all, whatever gets you up and moving. Sometimes I even get up there myself. Still brings the house down.

ROD REYES: I quit the business once and for all after that. I was heartbroken when they fell apart. More than I’d been with any other band, I just… didn’t think I could take another blow, you know? Get your heart broken enough times, you stop falling in love. Except, no, you don’t. But that’s a story for another time.

Y/N L/N: My album In The Morning, finally came out in ‘78 and it was the number one album of the year. My two singles were on it along with a shit ton of new songs I had written. I went on tour, got married, got divorced, had another relationship, broke up. A lot of stuff happened in those years.

BILLY DUNNE: Teddy died in ‘83. They found him hunched over a sound board after another all-nighter. He died doing what he loved, just like he said he would.

DAISY JONES: Everything that I have and everything that I have done, my music, my sobriety, my daughter, is all because I left that night.

Y/N L/N: I was happy with Eddie, that part is true, but when I left, I found myself. I found my music, I found a life outside of that band, I found a life where my life didn’t revolve around Eddie Roundtree.

INTERVIEWER: How did you feel when Y/N left?

EDDIE ROUNDTREE: I was heartbroken but I knew she was going to. Y/N completed me like no one else, she loved me like no one else. But she needed to work on herself without me, without any of us. She needed to heal.

Y/N L/N: I loved Eddie so much that leaving physically pained me. I felt it in my heart, in my lungs, in my whole body. I’ve never loved someone as much as I loved Eddie.

INTERVIEWER: What about your first husband?

Y/N L/N: When I married my first husband, we both knew that we didn’t love each other as much as we should. We married out of convenience and feeling like we had to to please other people. I loved him but I wasn’t in love with him. Five months after we married we separated, it wasn’t working out. It was never going to work out.

INTERVIEWER: Did you have any other relationships after Y/N?

EDDIE ROUNDTREE: A few but none of them lasted long. None of them were Y/N, no one would ever hold a flame to her.

Y/N L/N: Did you know that Y/N L/N is now only my stage name?

INTERVIEWER: I had heard about that, would you care to explain?

Y/N L/N: L/N is only a part of my stage name now, it’s what most people know me by. It’s like a brand, you can’t change it once people know who you are. My albums have the name Y/N L/N plastered across them, posters and banners all read that name. I’m bound by the name Y/N L/N. I mean I love it, it’s a badass name…but I think I prefer Y/N Roundtree a little better.

:: THE CAMERA PANS OUT AND EDDIE ROUNDTREE TAKES A SEAT NEXT TO Y/N L/N ::

Y/N looked at her husband and took his hand in hers, pressing a kiss to it. The two smiled at each other with pure love and adoration in their eyes.

EDDIE ROUNDTREE: I proposed to Y/N in March 1983, we hadn’t seen each other since that night in Chicago but I knew immediately when she showed up on my doorstep that I needed to do it then or I never would.

Y/N ROUNDTREE: We got married in December 1983, small ceremony with only close family and friends in attendance. Though obviously the tabloids got wind of it.

EDDIE ROUNDTREE: We started making music together and have three albums out that are very successful. We started our record label, Mockingbird Records, in ‘87 and we’ve produced some big records.

Y/N ROUNDTREE: We had our kids in ‘84 and ‘86 and I didn’t think my heart could be big enough for them. I never thought I would be a mother, but those two are my whole world.

EDDIE ROUNDTREE: Our kids mean everything to me, I mean if you told me that at the age of twenty-four that in ten years I’d have my first kid, I wouldn’t have believed anyone. I never saw myself having kids, but as soon as our son was born I couldn’t help but fall in love. And when our daughter was born, that love only intensified.

INTERVIEWER: Would you mind talking about Camila?

Y/N closed her eyes, her eyes already filling with tears at the mention of her name. Eddie held his wife’s hand tightly as tears sprung to his eyes also.

“Julia,” Y/N began, “I don’t know if…”

“Please, Aunt Y/N.” Julia says.

Blinking away her tears, Y/N nodded.

Y/N ROUNDTREE: Camila Dunne was the most amazing woman I ever met. She understood me, she always made sure I was okay when I felt down. She was always there for me. I miss her more than you could ever imagine, she was my best friend.

KAREN SIRKO: I mean she was the reason I joined the band. She was the reason I stayed.

DAISY JONES: She saw a future for me that I couldn’t see for myself, and she was right.

GRAHAM DUNNE: I can’t.

WARREN ROJAS: What’s crazy is that anyone even remembers The Six.

EDDIE ROUNDTREE: When Aurora was released on CD, we sold another, what, two million copies, three million?

Y/N ROUNDTREE: What’s strange about it is that people no longer know me from the band, and when they see me on the cover they get confused, [chuckles] It is quite funny.

GRAHAM DUNNE: You know, it came on in the car the other day. The, uh, classic rock station. I thought that was crazy.

BILLY DUNNE: It’s fun to think you did something, you know? Left your mark on the world.

JULIA DUNNE: Would you ever want to do it again?

DAISY JONES: Do what, honey?

JULIA DUNNE: You know.

DAISY JONES: I don’t know how your mother would have felt about that.

JULIA DUNNE: I do.

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The camera was switched off and Y/N let out a sigh of relief. She slumped back against Eddie as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

“Thank you both for doing this.” Julia says.

“Thank you for doing this Julia,” Y/N says, “Now I’ll get the press off my back from asking me questions about it.”

Julia laughs as she packs away her camera.

Y/N turned to Eddie and pressed a kiss to his lips. They had been married fourteen years but she felt young whenever she kissed him. As she pulled away she smiled at him. He looked the same as he did when they were in their twenties and completely oblivious, except with the addition of some facial hair, a few more wrinkles and some grey hair coming in.

“I love you.” Eddie says.

Y/N smiles and it is the same smile Eddie fell in love with years ago, “I love you too.”

Once Julia was packed away and bid goodbye to Y/N and Eddie, the two retreated into their house just as the sun began to set. Their two children sat together watching television, their son, August, a lot more invested than their daughter, Dahlia.

“Have you finished now?” Dahlia asked, perking up once she saw her parents walk through the door.

“Yes honey, we’re finished.” Y/N says, sitting on the couch next to her daughter.

“Finally,” August says, “Can I go and play outside now?”

“Not now, it’s nearly dinner time,” Eddie says, “You can play outside tomorrow.”

August groaned, “But I need to practise for the game on Friday and I haven’t been able to do it all week.”

Y/N and Eddie share a look and Eddie sighs, “Look, you can practise for an hour outside after dinner.”

August slumped against the couch, “What are we having for dinner anyways? Whatever we have won’t be ready for over an hour, why can’t I go and practice now.”

Y/N sighs and shakes her head before smiling, “Why don’t we order pizza? And we can help you practise.”

August perked up, “Really?”

“Really,” Y/N says and Eddie nods, “It’s the least we can do from banishing you from the garden all week.”

August suddenly got up from his seat on the sofa, “I’m going to get my shoes on, hurry up!”

Dahlia didn’t move from the couch, “Why can’t we do something I want to do?”

“We can tomorrow,” Y/N says, “Don’t tell your brother but we’re taking you somewhere you’ve always wanted to go.”

“Disneyland?” Dahlia questioned.

“Maybe,” Y/N smiled, “But don’t tell your brother.”

“I won’t.” Dahlia says before standing up and walking out of the living room following her brother.

“Fifty bucks she tells him.” Y/N says.

“You’re on.” Eddie says as the two shook on it.

Not even ten seconds later, August comes rushing back into the room, “You’re taking Dahlia to Disneyland, that’s not fair.”

“We have to play your stupid game.” Dahlia argued, beginning to walk out of the room.

“It’s not stupid Dahlia, it’s a way of life.” August says while following Dahlia.

“A way of life?” Dahlia says, “You sound stupid.”

“Well you sound stupid.”

Y/N laughs, “Whose idea was it to have kids again?”

“I don’t think either of them were planned.” Eddie chuckles.

Y/N laughs, and wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him close. Eddie’s arms wrapped around her waist pulling her close to him. Their lips only centimetres apart. Moments like this were few and far between, the two constantly being interrupted by one of their children.

“You know what?” Eddie says.

“What?” Y/N asks.

“I feel a lot better now that I’ve gotten everything off my chest.” Eddie says, “I don’t need to hide anything anymore, it’s all going to be public knowledge soon.”

“Me too,” Y/N sighed, “We will hopefully stop getting asked about it in interviews soon.”

“Or maybe it’ll increase,” Eddie says.

“Don’t even joke about that, Mr Roundtree.” Y/N says.

“Whatever you say Mrs Roundtree.”

Y/N smiled, despite being married for over a decade, hearing her name always brought a smile to her face. Y/N pressed a kiss to Eddie’s lips and her fingers tangled in his hair. Eddie’s hands held firmly onto her hips, pressing her body fully against his. Their lips moved in sync with each other as Y/N sighed happily. Eddie smiled against Y/N’s lips.

“Mom!” A voice sounded throughout the house, “Tell August to stop being mean to me.”

Y/N and Eddie broke apart and sighed, “You know one of these days we will be able to finish something without getting interrupted.”

“Probably when they are both at college, but knowing them two, they’ll still find a way to interrupt,” Y/N jokes, “I’ll see what they want and you order pizza?”

“Sounds perfect.” Eddie says, pecking her lips.

“Mom!” Dahlia shouted.

Y/N sighed, “Coming!”

Y/N stepped away from Eddie and walked to the living room door not before turning around and blowing him a kiss, “I love you, Eddie Roundtree.”

“I love you too, Y/N L/N, more than you could ever know.”

Y/N smirked, “I think I know by now.”

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thanks for the tags @welcometololaland @rmd-writes @thisbuildinghasfeelings @strandnreyes @orchidscript @alrightbuckaroo @birdclowns 💗

hola! continuing on from last weeks wip wednesday please enjoy some more from my twist on the farmers market 🥭🍊🍓🍒🍇

Carlos gives a short smile to the vendor as they depart, hoping they were distracted enough to not notice whatever that was with TK. Though he figures they’d have to have been blind to miss their obvious flirting via tiny coloured spoons and delicious jam samples that just occurred.

They walk side by side, TK waxing poetic about the life changing marmalade they’ve just experienced, and Carlos can’t stop the grin on his face from widening. It feels so easy and comfortable with TK, and whilst wishing for a repeat of their steamy hook up was one thing, the thoughts that are rushing though his head right now; of holding his hand, a candlelit dinner, cuddling on the couch, are much scarier.

TK finally stops talking about the jam long enough to bring up the encounter with Andrea, and Carlos kind of wants him to shut up and talk about jam again. “Your mom, she uh seems nice,” he states, scratching the back of his head like he’s unsure if he means it.

“Yeah she’s the best,” Carlos says, offering a reassuring smile that TK returns.

“So what was all that about?” TK asks vaguely and Carlos has no idea what he’s referring to. He fixes him with a puzzled look, “All the what?” he queries as his arches his left eyebrow.

TK seems to realise he’s not following and asks again. “Sorry um the Spanish, were you talking about me?” he teases, mostly unserious, though there seems to be a hint of what looks like actual concern that he’s right. He is, but there’s not a chance in hell that Carlos will confirm his suspicion.

Carlos blows out a breath and lies through his perfect white teeth. “No, of course not,” he reassures, “just family drama I didn’t want to bore you with, she could talk all day if you let her.” TK eyes him like he can tell something’s fishy but he laughs and lets it go with no further question. “Well, thanks I guess, my saviour,” he winks, obnoxiously clutching his chest with his hand, as he knocks their shoulders together.

Carlos’ step falters a fraction and he loses his breath all over again. For about the hundredth time today he’s reminded that they need to get out of this goddamn market before he does something disastrous like kiss TK silly, again, and embarrass himself more than his mother has already.

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Hi there! First, I wanna say I absolutely love your works; they are all great, and I enjoy reading every one of their reactions!

Can I request to see HLC (including professors) react to MC sniffing them (out for many reasons, but mainly they want to remember their smell)? Just genuinely curious about what they would usually smell like :) Thank you! And wish to see more works of yours!

A/N: laughing so hard the whole time writing this 🤣

HLC REACT TO MC SNIFFING THEM

SEBASTIAN SALLOW: Old books and smoke. He smells like a stack of forgotten tomes that were set on fire. He raises an eyebrow and laughs. "You're not going to lick me next, are you?"

OMINIS GAUNT: Clean linens and a touch of mint. "...did you just sniff me?" One would think he'd be used to MC's weird behavior by now. Alas, he is not.

ANNE SALLOW: Wild flowers. She smells like she's been laying out in a meadow in spring. She smells her own robes. "What? Do I smell bad?"

IMELDA REYES: Broom polish and various wood scents. She gives MC a strong side-eye glare. "What are you doing?"

NATSAI ONAI: Incense and fresh cut grass. She gives MC an unsure look but smiles anyway. "You're acting strange. Even by your standards."

GARRETH WEASLEY: He smells like an apothecary shop threw up on him, that also exploded. "What? Do I still smell like burnt rat hair? I thought I got that out."

LEANDER PREWETT: Cheap cologne that screams "try hard", but at the same time isn't overly offensive. He side steps away from MC. "Please, stop that."

AMIT THAKKAR: Parchment and spilled ink. He startles when MC sniffs him and he jumps away like a startled cat. "What was that about?"

EVERETT CLOPTON: Depends on the day. There is no consistency with him. Some days he smells like a pack of dung bombs, others he smells like a summer breeze. He sweats nervously, hoping that MC doesn't smell dung bombs.

POPPY SWEETING: Ever smelled a horse with feathers? That's her. She watches MC curiously. "What are you sniffing around like a niffler for?"

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ELEAZAR FIG: A well kept library. Old leather and parchment. He sniffs MC back. "I'd say we're both due for a wash after all the running around we've been doing."

MATILDA WEASLEY: Orchids, her favorite floral scent. She gives MC an unsure glance. "You could just ask what perfume I use."

CHIYO KOGAWA: Leather and sweat. Even with quidditch canceled, she's always out and about the grounds. "Don't sniff. That's rather rude."

AESOP SHARP: The wizard equivalent of Old Spice and a hint of fire whiskey. He just rolls his eyes. He doesn't get paid enough for this.

ABRAHAM RONEN: Sugar and cinnamon. Always smells like he just came back from Honeydukes. "Oh my, do I smell bad?" He's genuinely concerned and smells his own robes.

MIRABEL GARLICK: A garden. Flowers, soil, pottery; the whole shabang. "I was repotting mandrakes with the third years today. Sorry if I smell a bit ripe." She laughs.

MUDIWA ONAI: Incense and palm oil. She offers MC some incense. "Would you like to burn some for your dorm? You smell like you could use it."

BAI HOWIN: She works in beast pens all day. Enough said. MC doesn't even need to get close to smell her on some days.

DINAH HECAT: Amazingly. Nothing. Her time as an unspeakable has taught her to be undetectable, even by smell. Old habits die hard.

CUTHBERT BINNS: He doesn't so much give off a scent, as he does a cold chill if MC gets too close.

SATYAVATI SHAH: VERY faint smell of cherry blossom. She's very guarded of her personal space, so MC will have a hard time catching it.

PHINEAS NIGELLUS BLACK: Expensive cologne and hair tonic. He steps away from MC. Ew. Students.

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Stars | Jaime Reyes x Fem!Reader

Warning: Fluff.

Paring: Magic Reader x Symbiotic alien infused bug boy.

a/n: I know it’s definitely not the time of year for Christmas but enjoy. 💙🪲

It was later, and your shift was ending. Working at a bar downtown in Palmera City, you never knew what kind of rambunctious shenanigans would unfold. But, for Christmas Eve, it was quiet. It was a godly slow day, not many stopped by aside the few occasional regulars wishing good holidays. Thankfully, it was coming to an end. Setting up the bar stools on the table, and making sure all was clean, capped and put away. You slid out the door, locking it behind you. Palmera was nippy, but it doesn’t get too terribly cold around this time of year.

Pulling up your scarf you walked looking at the text message from Jaime, your lover. A smile blanketed your face.

Jaime: Close went good?

You: Yes. Just stepping out now.

Jaime: Need a pick up? I’m near by.

You: What, a roof top a block over?

Jaime: Hey, rooftops are peaceful. 🥺

You: So is being wrapped up in my bfs arms but, sadly you like rooftops more. 😈

Jaime: You’re not going to let me live that down huh? Also, lamp post. 😂😭

As you read the last part you halted immediately. You were a few inches from running into it. You took a breath in and smiled looking up to the sky to see a silhouette of a particular blue looking suited boyfriend of yours. But you knew he was grinning ear to ear underneath that mask.

“tfihs em oot sih edis.” You whispered. Now it was your turn to grin ear to ear as you materialize right beside him. You swore a squeak left his mouth.

“Dios mío mi amor!” He hitched his breath, dramatically placing his hand on his chest. “You know you could have just let me come down and meet you right?”

“Maybe I like the rooftops too.” You smile, and move in closer to embrace him. He embraced you back, and just like he read your thoughts, and well. Khaji reading his; the suit’s mask dematerialized revealing his gorgeous face underneath. And damn those beautiful brown doe eyes of his.

“You were just teasing me about it.” He rolled his eyes, his grip gently squeezing you.

“I know.” You placed your lips against his tenderly, running your fingers though his hair as he kissed you back just as sweetly. “I’ve missed you JaiJai.”

“Sorry for being gone a week, I thought we caught wind on a lead for Ted.” He said grimly. His mood changing only made you soften your expression with more concern.

“How’s Jenny?” You pulled away slowly. You still didn’t leave his touch though. But you knew making sure he was okay and being his emotional support is more important than craving deep intimacy at the moment from him.

“She’s doing well for someone who found out her father is alive. Just not knowing where he is, you know. She’s worried.” He began to explain, his tone and pace nerve racked. You could only assume because, Ted, being his predecessor. A man he’s never met before. Definitely an unregulated, stressful situation. Not only that, Jenny and Jaime had some moments together. But, she stepped away knowing you two were more or so in love with each other without each other knowing. She was the one, (and Milagro) who gave you both a push ironically. Now it’s been a few months after Jaime had Khaji Da infused within him, Victoria Kord, and Jaime’s father almost dying. It’s been rough, but you’ve been there. As a best friend and his lover. He is thankful, and you know it. Just as much as you’ve been thankful for him all these years.

“I’m glad, but we’re here for her. She has you. And Milagro always makes it her business to make sure she and all of us are okay. So honestly, Jenny will be alright.” You smile, entangling your fingers within his. “You will be alright too, got that mi querido?”

“Loud and clear.” He smiled brightly, fighting back his tears. You reached up, rubbing your finger against his cheek.

“So, do you still want to visit the tree in town square?” You ask, making sure he’s up for it. Yes distractions are nice too get away from everything but you can’t always run away.

“Of course. But I actually had a better idea.” His grin pulled further, a bit of mischief being one of your favorite signature looks that spread across his face.

“What do you have in mind?” You grinned back, curious to what your boyfriend had in store.

“Just trust me?” He grabbed both your hands gently and started to walk backwards, leading you too the edge.

“Always.” You tittered softly, turning back into a soft smile. He then lifted you into his arms. His wings materialized and off you two went. The view was beautiful, of course you’re used to flying via magic yourself but being in his arms with the breeze hitting you even if it was chilly was very peaceful. Soon you could see Palmera City Square, the large Christmas tree erect in all its multicolored glory for season cheer.

“So pretty.” You spoke softly. “What now?”

You both now hovered a far distance from and over the tree. The crowd gathered below enjoying the festivity. “I thought we could have a once in a life time experience not many normal people can experience.”

“Oh?” You tucked some of his curled hair behind his ear still nice and snug in his arms. “So we’re not normal?”

Your tease made him laugh. “I have an alien symbiotic peice of technology infused into my back and connected to every cell in my human body and you? Well, you’ve never been normal mi tesoro.”

The tease back earned him a gentle smack to his shoulder. “Wow, if this is your way too whoo me tonight I might just have to up my game.”

“Hey! I meant you not being normal in the best way possible!” He cheesed. And you gave him a kiss on his cheek.

“I know my love. So what now?” You beamed happily. Patiently waiting for his goofy, lovable plan of his. Because well, both of you were sixty or so feet in the air and you were beginning to wonder if people looked up wondering what or who was hovering above them.

“Well.” He then begin to help you to where you were now dangling closely together. But your feet hung out, and gravity wasn’t to kind. “Uh.” He laughed nervously, his plan not working in his favor for the moment. “I was going to see if we could just, dance? But, I honestly didn’t think this part through.”

“It’s okay Jaime, that’s why having a girlfriend with magic comes in handy.” You giggled. Holding him close. Taking a breath in you closed your eyes and met his again. “Ekam eht ria a ecnad roolf, kaolc su nihtiw eht thgin.”

With ease your feet met an invisible flooring underneath the both of you. He looked down awe stuck with bewilderment but quickly smiled back. “What did…?”

“Now we can dance.” You took your arms wrapping them around his neck. He tenderly held you by your back. From below Christmas music rang, the smell of peppermint and pine filled both your senses. Laughter and happiness from people all over could be heard. It was truly magical.

“Okay, so bear with me mi amor. My two left feet might become a problem.” His cheeks turned a tint of pink, and soon an even more embarrassed expression crossed his face. “No Khaji!” He looked over his shoulder in a fit of sheepishness. Your smile pulled further.

“What did she say this time?”

“She said she could help me learn because she indulged herself to the internet the other night.” He rolled his eyes yet again.

“Oh no, that poor thing.” You gasped in actual horror. “I hope she didn’t delve too deep into the endless web of dark and treacherous Fortnite dances.”

“Do not give her any ideas.” He widened his eyes. You laughed again. Waiting patiently. “Besides, even if I trip over my feet as long as I’m dancing with you no matter how bad I am - that’s all that matters to me”.

You blushed softly. “Me too. Then lead the way Jai.”

Slowly, he began to lead. His steps a bashful disaster. But, he kept at it, soon both you moving in a circle of rhythm. “I think, I think we got!” He looked down and snapped back up with his playful, dramatic expression of giddiness. One of the many things that you fell in love with about him.

“We are!” You pressed your lips together tighter, and he then placed his forehead against yours.

“Feliz navidad mi estrella.” He said softly as the bells began to chime signifying midnight. “I love you so much y/n.”

“Feliz navidad Jaime. I love you so very much too amor de mi vida.” You softly spoke back. A gentle kiss was exchanged, and the both of you continued to dance above the city square. Locked deep in each other’s arms, but more importantly deep within each other’s hearts. And man, were the stars so pretty tonight as they watched the both of you fall in love deeply.

#jaime reyes #blue beetle movie #blue beetle #xolo maridueña #dc characters #dc comics #jaime reyes x reader

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WIP Wednesday

Thank you for the tag, @actualalligator (for the tease tuesday tag) @heartstringsduet @paperstorm @sznofthesticks @thisbuildinghasfeelings @carlos-in-glasses 💝

This is a morsel from an upcoming Tarlos fic, "The MovieCation of Carlos Reyes"

TK glanced over at Carlos. “Babe, we can turn this off if you want to”.

“I didn’t say that”. He pointed out.

“I know”. TK scooched closer. If TK had to be recuperating, he was glad that he only needed to have a boot that didn’t go past his knee. “But this is your movie watch,” TK pointed out as Carlos carefully pulled TK into his lap. “If you’re not into it, we can shut it off. You have the ultimate veto power”.

“I appreciate that, baby,” Carlos murmured, kissing TK on the forehead and lightly scratching his scalp. “And this isn’t going to be my favorite movie. But I want to finish it anyway”.

“Really?” TK brightened.

“Well, he’s gone through so much to get them to do the play,” Carlos said. “And now the ACLU is getting involved. I want to see how it turns out. But can I ask you one thing?”

“Of course”. TK nodded eagerly.

“Do they really sing the song he mentioned?” Carlos asked. “The… ‘Rock Me Sexy Jesus’ one?”

“Oh yeah”. TK laughed. “It’s catchy as hell. Is that what you’re objecting to?”

“Well, it feels very blasphemous”. Carlos mumbled. TK pecked his husband on the chin. He really was the cutest person in the world.

“You know,” TK said as he hit play on the remote, “this was directed by the guy who made Dick. And you liked Dick, right?”

“I could say I love Dick, babe,” Carlos growled low in his ear.

“I know,” TK rolled his eyes as Carlos’s hand started roaming. “That’s been well documented. I meant the movie Dick. You liked it”.

Carlos rolled his eyes. “You mean the movie you tricked me into watching by telling me Ryan Reynolds was in it and he appeared on screen for a grand total of two minutes?”

“Only because it was like his second movie ever,” TK protested. “And if I had told you it was about if two teenage girls were responsible for Watergate and bringing down Nixon, I didn’t think you would have gone for it. And besides,” he added, “it has Will Ferrell. Your distrust of Will Ferrell is well documented, too”.

“I didn’t mind him in The Other Guys”. Carlos countered. “He made a decent cop, at least”.

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#911 lone star #wip wednesday #disclaimer; every movie mentioned in this fic is real #promise i did not make any up

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Crying During A Movie

Summary: You and Steve needed some extra money, so the easiest way you could think of is babysitting. The kids you are babysitting request a movie, a sad one, tears are shed

Trope: Steve x Girlfriend!Reader

Warning: Use of y/n, fluff

Word count: 1.0k

30 Day Challenge: Day 11 Send Request <3

After a lot of thinking and talking, you and Steve were ready to take the next step of your relationship, getting a place together. You have been apartment or house searching for about two weeks and you realize that you needed more money than you thought. You both had a full-time job Steve at family video and you at the local diner, both jobs had you working 8-5 and weekends off, paid good money just not enough. You thought of the most easiest job, something you and Steve are both good at babysitting. Flyers were made, NEED A BABYSITTER CALL (number) FOR BABYSITTERS AFTER 5:30 ON WEEKDAYS AND ALL-DAY WEEKENDS. A family, the Reyes called the next day for babysitting all day, Saturday, and Sunday. With them you didn’t need anyone else. They were lovely 6 year old twins, a boy Toby, and a girl Tessa, a there 1 year old sister Trixie, the cutest little things ever. You and Steve have been babysitting them for 3 months when the parents are doctors and had surgery on Friday, so they asked you to have an overnight stay. Once they heard of the sleepover, they requested a movie night and snacks, the movie The Lion King.

Steve came home with movie in hand “You know I have never seen this one before” “Really” “Yea it is very popular though it is always going in and out of the store I got luckily that the person returned it today” “Oh cool you ready to go” “Yep got the snacks” “Check” you said holding the bag “Our clothes” “In the car” “Is that everything” “I believe so” you looked around just to make sure “Ok let’s getting going” The drive was 5 minutes at most, as you were pulling in the dad was getting the car ready “Hey guys” the dad said “They are really excited for tonight “So are we” you tell him then head inside. The mom was in the kitchen making the baby a bottle “Oh hi guys the kids are still taking there nap this one just woke up and money for pizza is on the table” she said handing you the baby “Thank you guys so much” “Yea anytime” Steve said cooeing at the baby. She went into the kids' room to kiss them goodbye then gave the baby a kiss and she was on her way. The baby started to fuss so you handed her the bottle “You looking really good like that” Steve said “Oh stop” “No I am being serious” he went behind you holding you looking down at the baby and you “I could really get used to this” Just then the kids door open “Y/N STEVE” the twins came flying out “Hi guys” Steve said “Did you bring the movie” Toby said “Yes I did” “YAYAYY” They cheered “I will order pizza then we will get this sleepover started”

After pizza, the kids played a little then took a bath. Steve told you he had a surprise so don’t come into the living room yet. You brought the kids into their room to get their pj’s “What Steve doing” Tessa said “I have no clue” you told her Steve was leaning on the door way and heard “Are you and Steve going to get married” Toby asked “I don’t know hopefully” “If you do can I be the flower girl” Tessa beamed “Of course you will be” Steve said you all jumped “How long have you been there” you asked “Long enough” he winked “Ok the surprise is ready” the kid ran past Steve excited for their surprise “WOW THIS IS SO COOL” you heard “What did you do” “Come to and see for yourself my future wife” he said kissing your red cheeks and dragging you to the living room. You walked into the living room and the kids screamed “IT A FORT” he made a fort it was the cutest thing ever there was an opening for the tv, snacks and popcorn with the pillows inside. “This is so cute babe”

You all got situated, baby Trixie was laying on your chest, Toby was cuddled up to your side and Tessa was cuddled on to Steve’s side. The movie started, Steve loved his view he couldn’t wait to stop playing pretend with the Reyes kids and have a real family. Within the first 5 minutes Trixie was out, the kids and Steve had the same face, eyes stuck on the TV with mouths slightly parted. It was time, the part where Mufasa dies, you heard sniffles throughout the scene you would check up on the person after the scene. After the death you looked at Toby his eyes were dried so moved on to the next twin her eyes were dried too. HUH!? You heard sniffles, you looked at your boyfriend and tears were streaming down his face “Steve” he wipes his tears “Y-yes” “Are you crying” “No” his voice cracking “Baby don’t cry it’s just a movie” “But Scar just killed him and now Simba thinks it is his fault” he whimpered as more tears fell “Baby it’s just a movie” you consoled wiping his tears.

All the kids were asleep at the end of the movie, you put Trixie in her bed and brought the baby monitor out. Steve got the couch ready for you and him, you left the twins in the fort. “Come here my crybaby” you opened your arms “Don’t say that” he said going into your arms “Are you ok now” you said rubbing his back “Yes” you both picked up the kitchen putting away the left of pizza and cups, throwing away the popcorn and snack trash. “In the bath the kids said they wanted waffles for breakfast” “Maybe we could go to the diner for breakfast” “Sure I will call mama Reyes's tomorrow morning they are probably still in surgery” After everything was cleaned you both cuddled on the couch “This was really fun” “Yea especially watching you cry” “Please don’t tell anyone I will never live that down” “Promise” you said kissing him. You both fall asleep dreaming of starting your life together.

#stranger things #steve harrington #steve stranger things #steve x you #steve fluff #steve x reader #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fandom #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x y/n smut #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington x girlfriend!reader

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Serpent’s Desire

[ 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐮 𝐦𝐲 🐍 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 ]

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Finally! This was the very first chapter I uploaded here ( Chapter 2, for some reason (?) ) . I wanted to edit it and write it again, because Merlin it was a MESS and was badly written 😖😫 ( not that I'm a pro now ) and here it is! enjoy!

🍯 much fluff ahead 🍯

The thought of Lorrain Morgana being his date for the Yule Ball consumed Ominis' mind all day. He couldn't bring himself to leave his room, preferring to stay in his safe heaven and daydream about the evening ahead. Lost in his thoughts, he even practiced some choreography in solitude.

But as the hours passed, the excited chatter and bustling noises of other students getting ready for the ball began to seep into Ominis' ears. He knew it was time to start preparing himself. Despite Sebastian's constant pestering about trying out a new hairstyle, young Gaunt found himself looking forward to the event with anticipation. What would Lorrain wear? Would she find him handsome enough? Would she actually show up? Or would she change her mind at the last minute?

"Ominis! Are you still among the living? I need help with my tie, would you mind?" Sebastian's voice pulled him back from his intrusive thoughts. As he helped his friend with the final touches of his attire, Ominis noticed a small smile forming on his own face for no apparent reason. The excitement and nervousness of the upcoming evening were getting the best of him.

“You look absolutely stunning, Ominis. You deserve to have a great time tonight.” Sebastian said with a grin, eyeing his friend up and down. Ominis couldn't help but feel flattered by the compliment, despite Sebastian's usual teasing nature.

“Thank you, Sebastian. If only you weren't so annoying, I might have even considered asking you to the Ball” Ominis retorted playfully.

The two friends emerged from their dormitories to find the Slytherin common room lounge abuzz with excitement. The air was thick with the scent of expensive perfumes and the glint of jewels adorned each person's attire. It was clear that everyone was dressed to impress for this special occasion.

As they made their way through the crowd, Imelda Reyes appeared before them. They exchanged casual greetings before Imelda turned her attention to Ominis.

“Go on outside, Gaunt. She's waiting for you out there.” she nudged him gently.

Ominis felt his face flush with embarrassment at her not-so-subtle hinting. He resisted her push, trying to maintain some semblance of composure before making his way towards the exit of the common room.

“Why is she already outside?” Sebastian asked curiously.

Imelda rolled her eyes before responding, “Do you think Ominis is the only nervous one here? Men...” She punched Sebastian on the shoulder before heading off in another direction.

As Ominis stepped out of his common room, his wand noticed a lone silhouette walking in circles near the entrance. The figure was shrouded in darkness, but as he drew closer, Ominis could see the outline of a person. As soon as he stepped out fully into the light, his emerald green gown caught Lorrain's eye. It was a striking color against the dark, stone walls of the corridor.

They both stood there for a moment, their eyes locked on each other. Lorra felt her heart race with anticipation and with a sudden burst of energy, began to walk towards him, her feet nearly skipping as they echoed through the quiet corridor halls. Every step brought her closer to the person she had been longing to see, and she couldn't contain her excitement.

“Hello, Ominis Gaunt. ” she greeted him with a hint of shyness in her voice. Her cheeks flushed pink as she remembered their innocent but romantic encounter from the day before.

“My fair lady,” he said smoothly, “I’m sure not even The Mirror of Erised itself could rival your beauty.” Ominis mentally kicked himself for the cheesy compliment, regretting it almost immediately, and wondered why he kept listening to Sebastian's advice when it came to flirting.

But to his surprise, Lorra giggled and blushed even more. It seemed like his terrible attempt at charm had actually worked.

“How could you say such a thing if you don’t even know what I look like, silly”. Lorra reached out and took hold of both of his hands. The warmth and strength of her grip surprised Ominis as she gently drew him closer to her. One hand rested on her hip, the other on her shoulder.

As he held his breath in anticipation, Ominis was met with an array of textures that delighted his senses. The upper part of her dress was intricately laced with delicate crystals adorning the neckline and back. He ran his fingers over the smooth silk of her long gloves that covered her arms, and marveled at the soft and sparkly fabric of her dress, which felt rocky to the touch.

"May I?" he asked, unable to resist the temptation of seeing her face.

"Of course, Gaunt," Lorra replied with a smile, granting him permission to explore.

With the gentle touch of his fingers, he traced the contours of her chin, the curve of her lips, and the smoothness of her cheeks. It was like uncovering a beautiful masterpiece. Ominis felt Lorrain’s hair being carefully pulled up into a bun adorned with rhinestones, and a delicate diadem was placed atop it all as if crowning her beauty.

His words floated softly on the breeze as he whispered, "You are so beautiful..." There was no hint of flattery or pretense in his tone; his thoughts poured forth unfiltered from his mind. The weight of his admiration and adoration hung heavy in the air between them, tangible and raw.

"Thank you, Ominis. Y-You are too. I mean, handsome, you know? Oh Merlin, let’s just go please" she said shyly, taking his arm and laughing at their awkwardness.

He felt her body next to his, her soft warmth. If he could see her, he would have probably melted right then and there. They walked together through the halls, and Ominis took her hand into his, his fingers gently touching hers.

As they stepped into the Great Hall, they were greeted by a winter wonderland, with snow and ice covering every surface. Candles flickered on most of the tables and floated above them, casting a warm glow throughout the Hall. The scent of delicious food filled the air, prepared by diligent house elves. Tables were laden with an array of dishes, tempting even the most discerning taste buds.

It was rare for students to dress up in such lavish and elegant attire, but that night was a special occasion for everyone. Even the teachers had shed their usual robes for more formal clothing.

"Are you alright?" Ominis asked with concern, his wand capturing her elevated pulse.

Lorrain smiled up at him. "I must admit, I am a bit overwhelmed by all the people here. I've never seen this many in the great hall before." She clung to his arm tightly with both hands, finding comfort and protection in his presence.

Ominis returned her smile, feeling a sense of pride that she chose to hold onto him so tightly.

"Yes, it's quite a crowd. But it's quite nice to finally see everyone in proper attire for a change.”

She couldn't help but burst into laughter at his comment about everyone finally being at his level of elegance. "Oh Ominis Gaunt, don't be so rude," she scolded playfully.

After navigating through the crowded Hall, Lorrain and Ominis finally reached a small table tucked away in a corner. They sat down and enjoyed their dinner, chatting and laughing until the music started to play. Ominis' eyes lit up with excitement as he turned to Lorrain.

"Ah, my lady, I hope you haven't forgotten that I am quite the dancer," he said with a mischievous glint in his unseeing eyes. "I doubt you are ready to accept defeat."

Lorrain couldn't help but smile at his playful challenge.

“Well, I had a pretty good dance teacher, I’m sure I’ll be fine”.

As they strolled hand in hand towards the dancefloor, their voices rang out in laughter and reminiscence. They recounted their first dance together, the day they first met, and how their nerves had fluttered like butterflies in their stomachs. The music pulsed through their bodies, drawing them closer together with every step.

As Ominis lightly brushed his fingers over the intricate textures of her dress again, he couldn't help but wonder if Lorrain had intentionally chosen it knowing his fondness for interesting tactile sensations. The thought filled him with warmth and a sense of closeness to her, concluding she had done it just for him.

But as the room grew crowded with dancing bodies, Lorrain's usually outgoing demeanor seemed to shrink away. Her social battery was running low, and Ominis could feel her anxiety rising.

In a sudden burst of clarity, Ominis came up with a solution that would not only ease Lorrain's anxiety but also involve himself. They continued to sway to the music for a few more moments before Ominis leaned in close and spoke softly into her ear.

"Would you like to escape somewhere with… fewer people?"

Feeling grateful for his constant attention and care, Lorra’s eyes lit up with delight as he asked her to join him at the Deathday Ballroom. It was a place they had talked about in their night meetings, full of mystique and intrigue, nestled in the depths of the castle. Lorra leaned in close to his ear, accepting eagerly as they made their way through the crowded room towards their destination.

As they entered the dimly lit cold ballroom, the sound of hauntingly beautiful music filled the air. Ghosts swirled around in a never-ending dance, their ethereal forms gliding gracefully across the floor. Ominis took her hand and led her into the center of the room, their feet moving in perfect harmony with the music, as they began to dance again.

With each passing dance move, Lorrain could feel herself getting closer and closer to Ominis. Her heart pounded in her chest as he took the lead, their bodies pressed together as they moved seamlessly across the floor. The ghosts continued to dance around them, adding to the surreal atmosphere.

As their dance gained momentum, she felt an intense warmth spreading throughout her body. She couldn't believe how close she was to him, feeling every breath, every movement as if they were one.

The last notes of the song faded away, leaving behind a lingering sense of longing and love. Ominis and Lorra stood embracing in the classic finishing pose for ballads, his arms wrapped protectively around her from behind. Turning to face him, she placed her hands gently on his cheeks, feeling the warmth of his skin against her fingertips.

Without his wand by his side to guide him, Ominis closed his eyes, trying to concentrate and sense Lorra’s body language.

“Are you okay?”

She gazed into his blue eyes with a soft smile before leaning in and capturing his lips with hers. Their kiss was slow and tender, filled with all the care and reverence one might have when handling delicate porcelain. As her hands caressed his cheeks, it felt like the gentlest touch from the purest clouds.

Lost in the moment, Lorra deepened the kiss, her lips moving against his with a passionate fire that had sparked within her since their previous encounter. Desperate for more of him.

Ominis' hands pulled her in closer, his fingertips trailing over the soft curves of her body as if to memorize every inch. The touch of her skin against his ignited a fire in him that he had only ever imagined. He wrapped his arms around her, feeling the weight of her body against his own, and he gently ran his fingers through her red hair.

Their kiss was unlike anything Ominis had ever experienced in his life. Every movement of their lips was a dance, a symphony of passion and desire. The taste of her lips was intoxicating to his senses, sweet and addictive.

Her hand went up through his well-combed hair, messing it just enough to show him a different level of ecstasy. Her touch sent shivers down his spine, making him crave more.

After parting the kiss, they were both left breathless and their noses were slightly touching. Their hot breath mingled together, creating a heady mix of scents - hers sweet and alluring, his filled with longing, with lips still parted, eagerly waiting to kiss her again if she chose to.

“ I-I'm so sorry Ominis.” Lorrain's apology was half-hearted, her mind racing with doubts and confusion. Kissing Ominis had felt so right, but now she wasn't sure if it was a mistake. What would he think of her now?

Ominis, on the other hand, felt genuine remorse for bringing Lorrain into this situation. He wanted to apologize, but his body acted on its own accord as he leaned in to kiss her again, shutting her up. Part of him knew it was wrong, but the other part just wanted to give into the intense attraction between them, his lips demanding more from hers.

Lorra smiled while Ominis was kissing her, knowing he matched her feelings. The ghosts around them were dancing to a new song, the floating candles were surrounding them now while everything else was dark.

Her arms wrapped tightly around him, drawing in his familiar scent and the comforting warmth of his embrace. It felt as though she had known him all her life. Like two intricately crafted puzzle pieces, they fit together effortlessly.

"Perhaps we should take a moment to sit, Lorra," Ominis suggested, sensing the tension between them. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his wand, using it to guide them towards an elegant couch tucked away in a corner of the grand ballroom.

They settled on the plush couch, their bodies facing each other. Lorra could feel the gentle brush of his breath against her face, igniting a flutter in her heart and heightening her senses. “Tell me Ominis, do you think I'm mad for falling so deeply for you in such a short time?” she asked, her voice laced with shyness as she leaned in closer to him.

"You could not have fallen as hard for me as I did for you already," he replied, his eyes locked onto hers. "From the moment we first met, when we first danced, to the first time I heard your voice speak my name, I was hopelessly entranced by you. Your kiss was just the final confirmation of what I already knew deep down."

Even without seeing her, Ominis could sense where her gaze lingered: up at him, studying his features with curiosity and admiration. Lorrain started to trail her fingers delicately over his face, mirroring his own actions from days earlier. He closed his eyes, basking in the sensation of her cool touch against his skin. It felt like an extension of her very being. Her warm breath caressed his cheek as Ominis parted his lips to say something.

“Is there something you'd like to share with me, Mr. Gaunt?” Her voice was filled with a hint of playfulness as she addressed him by his last name. He couldn't help but smile as she called him this.

As he looked at her, Ominis couldn't help but feel a warmth spread through his chest. Of all the titles she could have chosen, she went with that one.

"There is something I've been meaning to tell you…" Ominis began, his voice gentle and earnest. His words were laced with vulnerability and emotion, conveying the depth of his feelings for her.

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Notes

👉 I'm honestly humbled that people actually read Chapter 2 ... it is honestly so badly written I'm not even gonna delete it because it's a good reminder of the progress I've made so far, but DAMN it is so bad 😂

👉 Same thing with the "covers". I'm not going to delete them... I'll just post them separately.

👉 I'm still a coward with coloring. But my babies here deserved full color for their date.

Toodaloo!

#ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt fanart #hogwarts legacy #slytherin #hogwarts legacy fanart #ominis gaunt fanfiction #yule ball #fluff #ominis fluff #looking thru my eyes

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