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beckydoesthings · 3 years

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various fics of hxl that i adore reading! this list is quite lengthy, but feel free to message me if you have any questions!

*will continue to be updated. also, if i mistagged you, i apologize, i do not know how to tumblr*

Love Is a Rebellious Bird

E | 134k | @100percentsassy and gloria_andrews

AU in which the boys still make music. Louis is the concertmaster of the London Symphony Orchestra, Harry is the New! and Exciting! interim conductor/ex-cello prodigy who "has made Mozart cool again" according to Esquire Magazine (Louis hates him immediately, which is definitely why he internet stalked him in his dark bedroom late at night that one time), and Niall is the best. Zayn and Liam are around too.

Don't hum Bolero.

i think this tickled every bone of my musical self and also made me cry (are you seeing a theme here??) one of the first fics i fell in love with and one i keep coming back to.

Collision

E | 226k | @tequiladimples

Mythology/Fairytale!AU in which Louis is a dainty fairy with a temper who wants to be intimidating and Harry hurts people. Naturally, they hate each other.

(Featuring Liam, the big and not-so-bad wolf who’s got a thing for humans, Zayn, a human with supernaturally good looks, and Niall, the cupid who just wants his job to be easier.)

the world building in this one is insanity - so much good mythology mixed in and it made me screech with joy. i think i can firmly say that i did not expect where the plot went, but that made the story so much better.

Flour and Chocolate

M | 145k | @danosphere91

It was nice, for a bakery he supposed.

Then he approached the display cabinet.

And the foreboding slammed into him. Because every product had letters next to it. Letters. GF, DF, V, O, VGN.

What. The. Fuck?

Lifting his eyes to the chalkboard menu spread across the back wall Louis felt physically ill. ‘Gluten-free’, ‘organic’, ‘vegan’, ‘paleo’, ‘dair-…’ Wait, what the fuck was a paleo? He had entered some hipster-trash establishment and it was more than time to get out.

Louis is a single dad and Harry works at the newly opened bakery down the street.

the miscommunication in this fic is SO REAL and makes for a good read. the rest of the flour and chocolate series is also fantastic. i thoroughly enjoyed both the ziam and ed/niall arcs that bring the whole story together.

run away home

E | 106k | @hattalove

Louis stands, in the middle of a clearing with his hands in his pockets, and stares. This boy—God, this gorgeous, gorgeous boy. He seems so clumsy, confused at the best of times, but there’s a wisdom about him as he speaks, a maturity that belies his age.

Louis is hopelessly, wildly attracted to him.

or, louis is a successful jockey down on his luck, struggling to get his life back on track after an injury. harry has a horse, a house fit for a prince, and a broken heart.

it takes them a while to figure out that they need each other.

this makes my inner horse girl extraordinarily happy - even if i don’t know anything about horse racing. louis’ story in this is beautiful and makes the whole piece worth a read.

waiting for the tides to meet

E | 60k | @nauticalleeds

Louis lets out a deep breath, thinking about Harry’s soulmate. Thinking about how Harry’s soulmate is probably as beautiful as Harry, some person that Louis cannot compare to, and how the universe has chosen them to be Harry’s. Fuck the universe. “Fuck you,” he calls out to the universe. He’s aware of how crazy he sounds.

Maybe he is crazy, with how he’s falling for Harry. And fuck that, too.

Soulmate AU. Everyone is born with heterochromia — one eye is their own eye colour, while the other is the colour of their soulmate's. It's only when they meet their soulmate for the first time that their own eyes match properly. After a hazy night at a frat party, Louis wakes up to blue eyes and the shocking realization that he had met his soulmate, without any sober recollection. Seven years pass where Louis comes to terms with the fact that he'll never know who his soulmate is. Then one fated summer, a beautiful green-eyed photographer arrives at Louis' workplace, with promises of endless laughter and a familiar feeling in Louis' heart.

Featuring a lovely cup of OT5, a road trip down the coast, and a scene where Harry eats a whole head of lettuce. Don't ask why.

gorgeous soulmate AU that gives me summer cruising vibes. worth the read for the lettuce scene alone (i kid, i kid)

Do Not Go Gentle

E | 70k | @afirethatcannotdie

“This is all a game to you, isn’t it? Well, it’s not for me. This is a real life or death situation,” Louis says, spitting the words at him. “And I just don’t think you’re cut out for it.”

For a moment, they stare at each other in complete silence. Harry can feel his blood thrumming between his ears, can see Louis glaring at him, feels red-hot anger. And then all he feels, oppressively and desperately, is lust.

Suddenly Louis is surging up to him to press his lips against Harry’s. Harry walks the two of them backwards, pressing Louis back against the door. Louis oomphs in surprise and brings his hands under Harry’s scrub top, scratching at his lower back.

“Lock — oh — lock the… fucking door,” Louis mutters.

When Harry Styles starts his first day as a surgical intern, he expects a lot of things: to treat patients, to observe a surgery, to feel a bit overwhelmed. What he definitely doesn't expect, however, is that the handsome guy he kicked out of his bed this morning is also an intern.

A Grey’s Anatomy AU where tensions are high, Harry and Louis are hooking up in secret, and no one has time for love. Or do they?

okay i’ve watched maybe 3 episodes of Gray’s Anatomy, but i feel like this encompasses the vibe of the show: medical stuff with a hefty dose of angst and sexual tension

Falling For Me Won’t Be A Mistake

M | 58k | @all-these-larrythings

Harry is married to his job and so overworked that he doesn't know how to stop. All it takes is a forced Hawaiian get-a-away, the warm tropical breeze of the island, and the most beautiful, elusive man he's ever seen to make him remember what living is like outside of work. Well, that, and the little souvenir he accidentally takes home with him.

one of my favorite mpreg fics so if that’s not your cup of tea, then don’t read it. i love surgeon harry with a vengeance, but honestly Gems and Niall are iconic in this one.

Watching the World Fall

E | 11k | @crazyupsetter why won’t it let me tag :(

This segment has been going on long enough that Louis knows what’s coming before James starts in on it, trying to sell him on something he knows that Louis wouldn’t normally be buying. But there’s four cameras surrounding him, and an audience watching him expectantly, so if Louis wants to continue convincing people that he’s doing just fine, he’s going to have to go along with it.

“We have a whole host of single men backstage waiting to meet you, Louis,” James tells him. “We want to help you find love tonight, on Late Late Live Tinder. Is this okay? Do you want to play?”

It actually kind of makes sense that his first date after the break-up is going to be just as public as said break-up. Something like coming full circle.

“Alright, James,” Louis agrees, hopping down off his stool.

“Okay, come down to the stage,” James says. Louis can’t even tell whether the excitement in his voice is genuine or not. “Right now, come on down!”

i have a soft spot the size of Antarctica for Late Late AU fics (we stan James Corden) and for exes to lovers so this checks all the boxes.

autumn leaves

E | 27k | @suspendrs

“Brave?” Harry frowns, caught off guard. “No, not particularly.”

“You seem brave,” Louis decides, pushing off the wall and stepping on the butt of his cigarette. “You are strong, and you are not mean. That’s good,” he assures, touching Harry’s arm gently.

“Thank you, but that’s not true,” Harry smiles ruefully. “I’m really not anything special.”

Or, Harry is an American soldier in France during World War II, and Louis is a French waiter that doesn't mean to fall in love with him.

love love french AUs and while this one isn’t sunshine and rainbows, it’s a beautiful yet heart wrenching piece. warning for period typical homophobia

caught up in your love affair

NR | 8k | @disgruntledkittenface

“And the corgis took to you straightaway,” Harry remarks.

“That’s true,” Louis chuckles.

“I’ve spent the last 29 years being barked at,” Harry deadpans, jerking his hand toward Louis, “this one walks in, absolutely nothing.”

Louis outright giggles at that, saying, “They were just lying on my feet during tea.”

“Wagging tails,” Harry says, shaking his head.

“It’s because they don’t understand flirting,” Louis tells him, “you can’t charm them the way you do everyone else.”

Royal AU. Prince Harry announces his engagement to Louis Tomlinson in an interview with longtime friend and BBC host Nick Grimshaw. Inspired by Prince Harry and Meghan Markle.

just. 8k of royal fluff. that’s literally it and i adore it so much.

Apples Always Fall (As I Do For You)

M | 54k | @rainbowsandgucci

”Due to unforeseen circumstances, help is needed here at the orchard for the impending apple season. Looking for someone able to start within the next week or two at the most, is willing to do whatever miscellaneous tasks are needed, such as picking & packing apples, running the cash register, and other handywork that may need to be done. Must be good with customers, and able to lift up to 50lbs. Help will be needed until at the least the end of October. Please contact the number found on this page, or come out to the orchard and ask for Harry. All the love xx” --- Louis is staying at his Aunt's farm in a small town in Minnesota for four months. To deal with the boredom that sets in a week into his stay, he starts working at the local apple orchard, owned by twenty six year old Harry Styles. Louis quickly finds himself falling in love with the orchard, and he finds a family in Harry's friends Niall, Liam, and Zayn. He also starts to fall in love with Harry. Falling in love with him turns out to be the easy part.

i never thought i would enjoy an apple orchard fic?? but it’s so good?? farmer harry makes me laugh to think about, but the heartbreak in this fic is so. real.

Mine Would Be You

E | 114k | @crinkle-eyed-boo

Louis blinks his eyes open, his eyelids fluttering as the room swims around him. He takes several gulps of beer once he confirms that he’s definitely not hallucinating, that the very first portrait Harry Styles ever painted of him is hanging on that wall.

Louis stares at the wall, his heart jackrabbiting in his chest as he realizes that there’s not just one painting of him, there’s five, the portraits lined up like they’re some sort of storyboard depicting the rise and fall of his deepest love. His greatest heartache. A pain that cut him so deep that he left the fucking country, severing all ties with his life in New York, now suddenly surrounding him as if he’d never left.

Fucking shit motherfucker fuck.

Louis returns to New York City five years after he left it – and the love of his life – behind. He didn't intend to see Harry again, but fate has a funny way of pulling them together, whether they like it or not. After making a begrudging truce, they both start to wonder: Would it be so bad if history repeated itself?

exes to lovers drama but make it extra sad. the fact that we see so many facets to this story just makes it all the more painful, yet beautiful. this fic also reminds me of how much i love one mister niall horan.

One for Luck

E | 96k | @leavingonatrain

The very first time Louis remembers hearing Harry Styles' deep, deep voice, he's just won gold at the World Equestrian Games and he's officially back on Great Britain's Olympic team. He's also three sheets to the wind, drunk on victory and champagne, and there's a gorgeous boy whispering in his ear. Life's grand.

(AU: Louis and Harry are professional riders on the British Olympic team.)

again, i know nothing about horses, but i like to pretend i do for the sake of this fic. it’s beautiful, it’s smutty what else could you ask for?

Nothing But You On My Mind

E | 83k | @absoloutenonsense

Louis Tomlinson is a PR manager hired to improve the image of royal bad-boy Prince Harry Styles. Unfortunately for him, that means being faced with the Prince's constant innuendos, incessant dirty jokes, and relentless flirting. Louis just wants to make it to Princess Gemma's coronation; once she's crowned Queen, his contract is up and he never has to see the Prince again.

i absolutely. definitely. sobbed tears at this fic. it’s just so beautifully painful to read. don’t want to spoil anything, but this is a must.

Adore You

M | 67k | @isthatyoularry

“We invited our new acquaintances from uptown. You’ve simply got to meet their oldest son!” said his mother with a flourish, and suddenly it became abundantly clear as to why his parents had so adamantly demanded he join them in Deansville for the entirety of the summer.

Against his wishes, Harry spends the holidays at his family’s summer estate, and is reluctantly pulled into a courtship he didn’t ask for. Harry doesn’t want to get married, but Louis does. They don’t fit, but then again they really, really do.

Vaguely set in the 1920’s. Headpieces, jazz, fashionable canes, and flapper dresses, and that.

i strongly relate to harry in this one! one of my favorite historical AUs and honestly i love the thought of louis in well fitting suits.

leave it to the breeze

E | 81k | @hattalove

Louis couldn’t be prouder of his bake, but there’s something—there’s something. Something about Harry Styles and the earnest way he measures, pours, mixes, scrapes. Something about the tip of his tongue poking out of his mouth as he knocks the air out of his batter.

or a great british bake off au in which louis cares about winning and winning only, harry is made of sunshine and rainbow sprinkles, and niall sticks his nose into other people's business. also featuring liam as louis's best friend-slash-concerned mother, and zayn as a macaron connoisseur.

i. love. the. great british baking show. baking + h&l is amazing. and another reminder as to why niall is the absolute best.

Paint The Sky With Stars

M | 62k | @icanhazzalou grrr let me tag

On 10 April 1912, Harry Styles boards the finest ship the world has ever seen. Still grieving the death of their mother, he and his sister are being sent to America to live with a callous uncle who cares more about his business connections than family. Harry prepares himself for a long, disappointing voyage alone in his stateroom.

Louis Tomlinson has borrowed and saved, and finally has enough to purchase a Third Class ticket to America. With all of his belongings in a single ruck sack, he boards the Titanic filled with hope for a brighter future. Never one to sit still, he can’t resist exploring the massive ship, and soon goes sneaking into First Class in a stolen steward’s uniform.

By a twist of fate, Louis finds himself in Harry’s stateroom, entranced by the most attractive man he’s ever laid eyes on. He keeps returning day after day, even if he doesn’t understand what it is about Harry that continues pulling him in. That’s all right; Louis has a week to figure it out, and Harry is plenty willing to help.

Except they don’t have a week. They have four days. Because on 15 April, their entire world will be turned upside down.

Or, the historically accurate Titanic AU with a happy ending.

gorgeous historical fic that’s so accurate and painstakingly written. i keep coming back to it!

When It’s Late At Night

M | 25k | @all-these-larrythings

Louis has zero interest in an ex-boybander turned solo artist when his appearance on the show gets announced, but that's exactly who he gets stuck with when Harry Styles shows up at the Late Late show to promote the release of his debut album. For an entire fucking week.

The Late Late prompt that we all need to get through this excruciatingly hard time.

remember when i said i love Late Late AUs? yeah. i love that louis gives absolutely zero shits in this fic until he gives all the shits.

Chasing Empty Spaces

E | 79k | @domestic-harry

The year is 1934 and Harry Styles was to inherent the largest tobacco firm in the south. His parents have picked out the “perfect” girl for him to marry and he has the privilege of receiving the highest education possible. The problem was, Harry hadn’t realized he didn’t actually want any part of that future until he met a mechanic named, Louis Tomlinson.

gorgeous historical AU that goes through Harry’s struggle with his sexuality wonderfully. this one also made me cry.

Resist Everything Except Temptation

E | 100k | @domestic-harry

The lethargic sound of heels clicking against wood resonated across the sea. Footsteps descended the staircase, every assured step creating a menacing aura as it grew closer. Perspiration gathered along Louis’ palms as the rhythmic sound halted in front of him.

“Captain,” Malik greeted.

Louis watched out of his peripheral as Malik’s boots shuffled back a few steps. Sweat matted the hair along the nape of Louis’ neck as he waited for something to happen. He felt as if a sharp blade was twisting his gut as the silence became tangible. There was a metallic slide of a sword being pulled out of its sheath, the sound startling Louis out of his cocoon of sterile shock. His shoulders jumped as the tip of a blade flattened underneath his jaw. Louis’ distorted reflection stared back at him in the polished metal. Engraved rose petals twisted his appearance as they crawled up the length of the sword. The sword lifted and took Louis’ chin with it.

Standing in front of Louis was Captain Styles.

The one where Louis is the commodore's son who is forced to become a part of Harry's crew when he is captured.

love this pirate AU that’s got one badass gemma styles. also, harry as a super cool pirate in gorgeous clothes makes me super happy!

i’ll make this feel like home

E | 49k

Harry to groans himself and then takes a deep breath. “Okay, well. Here’s the thing. I peed on a stick.”

Louis isn’t able to get more than a shocked “What!” out before Harry’s steamrolling on.

“I peed on a stick and it says it’s positive, but you always prattle on about how it’s best to go to the doctor’s before you get excited, you know to confirm it because sometimes hormones are off or you have like a tumor or some shit and get false positives and what if I’m dying and-”

“You’re pregnant?!” Louis shouts out, stomach dropping as the words leave his mouth.

“Um, yeah… maybe.”

[the one where Louis' hopelessly in love with his best mate... who just happens to be pregnant with another man's baby.]

baby momma harry with hot mess!Louis is a recipe for disaster, but this one has plenty of fluff to make up for it.

Hands Clasped Tight

E | 44k | @afirethatcannotdie

“What am I looking at here?” Harry asks.

“This, my friends, is a ‘proof’ Instagram account, run by your students,” Liam announces.

“It’s got all this stuff about how the two of you are together,” Niall adds.

“I heard about that,” says one of the math teachers. “Confiscated a kid’s phone today when they were looking at it. I have to say, the evidence that you’re dating is pretty damning.”

“Really,” Louis says dryly. “Do you think being married for three years might have something to do with it?”

Or the one where Harry and Louis are high school teachers and their students have been playing matchmaker for over a year. Little do they know, Harry and Louis are already married.

love love teacher harry and louis that’s mostly funny fluff with a little angst. just a teeny amount. reminds me of my own experiences with meddling students haha.

*updated 2/16/21*

#fic recs #hl #hlcreators #ao3 #in no particular order #message me for other fics!#yourlarrysource

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sugaabooga · 4 years

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Sleep For Smiles

Pairing: Seokjin x nurse!Reader

Genre: Fluff, fluff, fluff, smol f2l!au

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: PG-13, some cursing, Seokjin’s lowkey being neglected

Synopsis: After another tiring night shift, you go back home to find Seokjin doing the most to make you crack a smile. -OR- “Can i request a jin x reader fluff where reader is super grumpy and tired all the time and jin wants her to smile uwu”

“EEUHH.”

“Whoa.”

You pause in your loud stretching and shoot a glare up at the doctor who stands leaning over the counter with an amused grin.

He flips back to the first page of his clipboard and drops his hands down behind his back, continuing to look at you with a playful glint in his eye.

“What are you looking at Min?” you hiss.

Yoongi shrugs. “Your ugly ass face, that’s what.”

You over exaggerate a gasp making the 3rd year resident roll his eyes and let out a snort.

“Have you eaten?” he asks with a disinterested expression.

You sigh, shaking your head and going back to analyze the patient’s orders you received from another resident just a few minutes ago. “One of the professors got some food from the convenience store, but I haven’t had a chance to eat it.”

Yoongi looks at you with an awkward smile. “Well, you should uh. . . eat soon.”

You hold back your laugh at the tsundere doctor that you’ve managed to befriend during your three years of working at Yonsei University Hospital and instead shoot him a grateful look to minimize his discomfort of somewhat outwardly showing his care for you.

“Thanks, Yoongi,” you say, making his face slightly pink in embarrassment. He awkwardly coughs and holds up his clipboard, lightly smacking it against the counter.

“Well, I’ll be in the night room,” he states, an indirect way of telling you to come find him if there was an emergency.

You nod and send him away, going right back to organizing other patient records and making sure nothing was out of the ordinary. You sigh after what feels like a few hours but to your dismay, it’s only been thirty minutes.

Internally cursing the clock that reads 2am, you heave your lethargic body up from the comforts of your swivel chair and head over to the carts so you can replace a couple of patient’s IV drips.

Just a few more hours, you encourage yourself. A few more hours and your night shift for today will be over. It’ll be home at last.

“Babe?”

The voice that usually has the power to immediately form a smile on your face fails to do so as you trudge in through your door at 9 in the morning.

You hear feet shuffling as you haphazardly kick away your shoes and enter the living area of your small apartment. You fail to notice the sink empty of dirty dishes, coffee table clear of cups, plates, and wrappers, and your random clothes and objects previously strewn all over the floors, placed into a hamper or their original places.

Your boyfriend appears, head peeking out from behind the wall.

“Well hello there,” you say in mild surprise, not having expected him to be over at your apartment so early in the morning.

Seokjin’s brows furrow before wrapping you in a brief hug. “Were you at the hospital this whole time?”

“Mmpgh,” you grunt in response, as he pulls away and you stumble past, heading straight to the couch. As you near the living room area, you realize his computer’s out, meaning that he must have been working before you came.

With a heavy sigh, you automatically collapse onto the couch. “Seokjin.”

“Hm?” Seokjin makes his way over to the couch as well, gently sitting on the sofa beside you. He gazes down at you with a soft smile, arm immediately wrapping around your shoulders and pulling you into his side.

“M tired,” you mutter at which Seokjin chuckles, caressing your hair.

“I came early in the morning in hopes to cook us both breakfast,” he says. “I thought your night shift was two days from now.”

You weakly nod as your consciousness goes in and out. Curse Kim Seokjin and his warm, squishy body. You wrap your arms around Seokjin's waist, adjusting yourself into a more comfortable position.

“I had to cover for Mina,” you mumble. “You’re right though. I have another night shift, two days from now.”

Seokjin sighs, gently pushing away your hair from your mouth so you were laying down more comfortably. “Good job for another hard day at work.”

With all the energy left in you, you let out an empty laugh at your boyfriend’s encouraging words.

“Why did I go into nursing?” you sigh, detaching yourself from Seokjin and leaning back into the plush cushions of your sofa to fully lay down.

“Yeah, why did you?” Seokjin jokes, but you feel too tired to give him a solid kick in the shoulder as you normally would and quietly place your feet over his lap.

You groan, reaching over the coffee table to get a hold of the TV remote and turn on Netflix to continue rewatching your favorite medical drama of all time, Hospital Playlist.

You would think after another tiring night shift, you wouldn’t want to watch anything that has to do with your job. But contrary from that common belief, watching Hospital Playlist encouraged you to continue working hard at your job for the sake of humanity.

You silently play the fourth episode and turn up the volume, tossing the remote aside.

Seokjin slightly frowns at your lack of reaction and shuts his computer, wiggling over to you.

“Y/N~” Seokjin whines, form wrapping around your lifeless body.

“Hm?” you hum.

Seokjin sighs in content, your soft, warm body always reminding him of how you were his. His best friend was dating him. How wonderful was that?

“I love you,” he suddenly declares, plopping a kiss onto your cheek.

“I love you too,” you respond, drooping eyes honed onto the TV screen and not sparing him a glance.

Seokjin's nose slightly wrinkles at the lack of attention and chooses to glare at the surgery scene playing out before him.

For a while, Seokjin finds himself immersed in the drama. Then, a joke lights up his face.

“You know people say there’s some kind of foam stuck at hospitals?”

“Unbeliebbuble,” you cut off his joke, making Seokjin’s jaw slightly drop.

“You aren’t supposed to answer the joke!” he exclaims, making you snort at his overreaction.

“I’m sorry Jin,” you sigh with a playful glint in your eye as you reach up to ruffle his hair. “You said that one too many times.”

Seokjin huffs, removing himself from your body and propping up his computer. You seemed way tired than usual and Seokjin tried to think of ways to cheer you up. He hated seeing you so drained of energy.

Seokjin half-heartedly emails back his superiors, mind running a mile a minute in hopes to get an idea of how to cheer you up.

“Hey,” Seokjin starts off, turning to face you with a lunch suggestion on his tongue, then shuts up when your knocked out state is all he sees.

Seokjin suppresses his grin, quickly fiddling around for his phone and snapping a closeup picture of your mouth dangling open.

“Y/N,” he whispers. “Aren’t you going to wash up?”

No response.

Seokjin’s lip quirks up as you don’t even stir and spends a solid minute staring at your face. He sees how you’ve already taken your makeup off. Or how it came off with the long work hours you’ve had to suffer through. Despite your hair being slightly greasy and drool starting to dribble out the corner of your mouth, Seokjin coos, wondering how he had managed to gain your romantic affection after those long years of a platonic relationship.

When you slightly twitch, Seokjin loudly snorts and carries you up from the couch, walking over to your bedroom. He changes you into your loungewear and throws your clothes into the hamper, tucking you in and closing the door shut.

Seokjin heads over to the kitchen, deciding to cook up lunch so when you wake up you wouldn’t resort to cup noodles.

A few hours later, a brief rustling makes you stir in your sleep as you continue drifting in and out of your dream. The sound of a door slamming shut jolts you out of your imaginary scene between you and your boyfriend out on a date and you groan, wondering when you had snuggled into your bed. Looking down, you tug on your nightshirt in confusion.

You roll your eyes, a small smile lifting on your puffy, chapped lips as you realize Seokjin had taken care of you yet again.

You roll out of bed and into your bathroom to wake yourself up by doing your normal morning routine. After some refreshing skincare, you make your way into the kitchen, already having decided to just clear another two bowls of cup ramen. To your pleasant surprise, a full-on meal was already awaiting you.

You shake your head, obviously Seokjin being the one who had prepared this grand meal. At the sight of the rice and soup neatly placed beside each other, your stomach loudly grumble and you make a quick mental note to call Seokjin later and dig into the rice and the various side dishes.

“Is it good?”

“HMPFGH!” you choke on the kimchi you were scarfing down, a violent series of coughs erupting at the unexpected voice that interrupted your meal.

Seokjin alarmingly pats your back, reaching for the water cup and handing it to you. With tears in your eyes, you take massive gulps of water and gasp out a deep breath.

“I thought you left!” you finally say after the whole ordeal.

Seokjin nods, walking over the chair across from you and gestures to you to keep eating. “I went out so I could restock your snacks. Food must be good, huh? You didn’t even hear me coming in!”

“Well, first of all, thank you, kind sir, for buying snacks,” you say with a playful glare. “But just so you know, the food is alright. Don’t wanna feed into your ever-growing ego.”

Seokjin scoffs, leaning back and arms starting to move animatedly as a small smile naturally comes up onto his lips. “WOWWW. This is what I get for cooking a whole meal for my dear girlfriend who was knocked out from her night shift! WAAH.”

A giggle erupts between your lips as you shove another spoonful of rice into your mouth. You miss the way Seokjin fondly smiles, leaning forward with a shameless stare.

“Finally,” he mumbles.

“Hm?” you look up from your chewing, eyes wide in confusion.

Seokjin nods to himself. “Of course. Sleep is always the answer.”

Your brows furrow at his randomness. “What are you talking about?”

Seokjin’s bottom lip instinctively juts out as he props his chin on his hand. “I tried to cuddle with you, attempted to tell you one of my foolproof jokes-”

You bark out a laugh that Seokjin blatantly ignores.

“Cleaned your whole apartment and cooked you a meal,” Seokjin dramatically sighs.

You gasp, looking up with an apologetic expression. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry, Jin.”

Seokjin remains silent, looking down at his cup.

“I was so tired that I didn’t even notice you decluttered everything and. . . washed the dishes?” you gasp once more when spotting an empty sink, pouting at your boyfriend. “I’m so sorry.”

You put down your spoon with a sigh, getting up and smacking your lips onto Seokjin’s for a brief second. Immediately, Seokjin cracks a smile, unable to contain his laughter.

“What the heck,” you scoff. “You were acting!?”

Seokjin laughs, pinching your cheek without care of your protests. “How could I ever be mad at my wonderfully perfectly utterly clueless girlfriend?”

Seokjin giggles at your glare. “I’m just kidding. Of course, I don’t blame you. I never can and never will. You’re working so much these days. It’s obvious for you to not be. . . fully awake?”

“I’m sorry,” you frown, grabbing a piece of fish cake to bring into your bowl.

“Don’t be,” Seokjin grins. “At least you smiled.”

“What?” you say, giving Seokjin a weirded out look.

“I’m telling you!” Seokjin sighs with a shake of his head. “All you women need is sleep. Not a man.”

You chortle out a laugh at his statement and nod. “I one hundred percent agree.”

Seokjin breaks out into laughter mid-scoff, unable to resist your contagious laughter.

“Let’s go outside after you’re done eating,” Seokjin suggests.

“No,” you deadpan, making him flinch. “I wanna finish rewatching Hospital Playlist.”

“You already watched that drama three ti-”

“I’ll give you that cuddle session I wasn’t able to give you earlier,” you interrupt with a wink.

Seokjin breaks out into a grin. “That actually sounds a lot better than a walk in the park.”

You laugh at his eagerness and continue eating with satisfied hums at his cooking. Seokjin wipes the sauce at the corner of your lip and continues to blatantly stare, feeling his heart swell at the sight of your lips stretching into a smile.

A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed whatever this was LOL. I was slightly debating how to approach this request but i hope it turned out alright!! Seokjin’s cute or whateva.

#bts #networkbangtan #bangtanhq #btswriterscollective #bangtanidx #btsguild #btsboulangerie #btsbookclub #bts fanfic #seokjin fanfic #seokjin fluff #requested #yall idk what this was

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iwillgiveyoumyhappiness · 5 years

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손동주, Son Dongju

aesthetic-06-24 asked:

Hiya! So I couldn’t find any rules or something like that to your request so I hope this is alright. If not please let me know when I can read the directions and try again. I was hoping I could request a Dongju imagine with you being an idol and your groups go on a show together. If you don’t want to or I did it wrong I’m sorry and I hope you can forget it. Sorry again. -💕

Group: ONEUS (원어스)

Member: Xion

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“You were adorable!” Dongju gushed to her. “Literally the cutest I can’t wait to watch the episode!”

She smacked his shoulder. “Shut up!” she groaned, cheeks a light pink.

“No way,” he chuckled. “You’re such a good leader for your group.”

She rolled her eyes playfully. “And you’re such a bad boyfriend for my career. You weren’t subtle at all!” she complained. “People are gonna suspect us now.”

He shrugged. “Maybe I want people to suspect us,” he said. She gave him a look. “I want to show you off,” he said, a frown etching itself onto his chiseled features, “like a real boyfriend does.”

Her eyebrows raised. “Dongju, you are a real boyfriend.”

He looked at the ground as they walked. “No, I’m not.”

“Why’re you saying that?” she asked.

He kicked a pebble away, bouncing its way across the pavement for a few feet. “Because it’s true,” he said. “A real boyfriend could take you out on fun, normal dates. Not walks to the park at obscure hours of the night.” He gestured to the starlit night sky. “He’d take you to fancy restaurants, not fast-food joints.”

“A real boyfriend would be able to brag about you and tell the world how beautiful you are,” he continued. “A real boyfriend would be able to be there for you when he’s needed and he’d ditch work for you. A real boyfriend would hold hands with you in public and he would post cute pictures of you on Instagram.”

They made it to the rusty old playground they always stopped at. Like a habit, they went and sat down next the each other on the creaky swings, swaying back and forth gently, pinkies eventually becoming intertwined.

There were four main steps that lead to this situation.

Step 1:

Be invited to Idol Room for a special double super-rookie episode

That’d been thoroughly shocking for both of them, especially when they called each other at 1 AM, both freaking out over the same thing. When they found out they’d be on the show together, she was filled with anxiety and worries.

Him, on the other hand? He was excited.

“I bet you’re gonna be a blushing mess,” he snickered from his end of the phone. “Barely able to function, I bet. You’ll be so focused on avoiding eye contact, you’ll forget to look at the camera.”

She scoffed, happy that he couldn’t see her smile growing from his teasing. Despite how frustrating it was going to be to act like strangers, she was excited to work with him for once. “Why’re you so cocky all of a sudden? You’re never like this.”

He shrugged, even though she couldn’t see it. “Maybe I’m going through a surge of confidence.”

“Or puberty,” she suggested.

He laughed sarcastically. “Nice one. Very clever.”

She laughed. “You know you love me!”

“Unfortunately, yes.”

Step 2:

Recreate a scene from a popular drama together

She was left in a state of stunned disbelief when she was suddenly paired with Dongju to act out a scene from ‘Romance is a Bonus Book’, but that’s really what she got for being an acting trainee first.

That sat across from each other on the peach colored floor, trying desperately not to laugh. They took a deep breath.

“Professional, right?” she said.

He nodded. “Yup. Professional.” He adjusted himself, as if he was shedding the skin of Xion from ONEUS and stepping into the shoes of Son Dongju, the actor. “Noona?” he said, putting on a slightly different speaking tone.

“Yes?” she replied, flipping through an imaginary book.

He got into the role well, nervously pulling on the lobe of his ear and fiddling with the hem of his shirt. Of course, no one would guess that he was actually nervous. “Can I... sleep here tonight?” he asked.

She forced herself not to smile. ‘Stay in character,’ she reminded herself. She stayed quiet for a moment, shutting her imaginary book, still not meeting his gaze. “What?” she hummed.

Doni and Coni muttered to each other, “You know, they’re actually pretty good.”

She raised herself up a bit, as if to face him better.

He reached out his arm, stopping her. “No, no, no! Don’t get up,” he stuttered. “You’re fine. It’s fine.” He started standing up and shuffling away. “I’ll go to my room,” he sighed. “Goodnight.”

“Get changed, then,” she said before he got too far.

Now, unavoidably, he smiled at that, but he played it off as breaking character for second and giggling. He quickly recovered, whipping around with shock on his face.

“Change into your pajamas,” she muttered shyly, though he could see the secret glint in her eyes that meant she was just enjoying watching him have to contain himself.

He stood still for a moment before awkwardly blurting out, “Oh. Oh! Yeah!” He turned, pretended to walk out of the room before he tilted his head to the side thoughtfully. He lifted a hand up to the top button of his shirt. “Do I really need clothes?”

“Okay, cut, cut, cut!” Doni shouted.

Coni stared in awe. “This is too fatal for fans!”

Dongju looked at her. She looked at Dongju. All they could do was exchange knowing glances, knowing that was one of the funniest things they’d ever done before.

Step 3:

Song lyrics

“Xion,” Doni said, “you looked genuinely flustered during that scene.”

Coni nodded animatedly. “He did! His ears turned red!”

“Do you have problems with girls?”

Dongju could feel her giving him a warning glace, so he played it safe. He shook his head with a chuckle. “Nothing like that, really,” he said. “I’m just a fan!”

“Really?” Coni asked. “What’s your favorite song by them?”

He pretended to think very deeply. “Probably Starlight, a b-side track from their latest album,” he said. “I feel like it has very personal lyrics.”

“What’s your favorite lyric?”

He smiled dreamily, not even caring if the cameras saw it. At the most, they would think he was a starstruck fanboy. “I like the first pre-chorus. It’s very... longing, I guess you could say.

난 이미 달려 to you

I’m already running to you

너의 차가운 눈

Your cold eyes

너의 따뜻한 미소

Your warm smile

이게 대체 뭐야?

What on earth is this?

사랑이야

It’s love

나의 하나만 별빛

My one and only starlight.”

His smile grew a little wider. “I just really like the meaning behind those lyrics. Feels like they were written for someone.”

Step 4:

Lie detector game

“Do you think Keonhee is handsome?” Defconn asked as he warm-up question.

Everyone watched as Hyunjae, the main vocalist, shrugged. “Nope,” she said simply.

The detector dinged positively.

Keonhee’s jaw dropped as everyone else erupted into laughter. “It’s true?” he gaped.

Hyunjae laughed. “No, no, no,” she tried to defend herself, “it’s not that you’re not handsome—you’re just not my type.” The vocalist ignored the barrage of teasing and chortling with a small eye-roll. “Okay, okay, okay!” she said. “Our leader’s turn!”

She looked around. “Me?” she asked, pointing to herself.

Hyunjae pushed her forward. “Yes, you!”

She chuckled, laying her palm against the metal and buckling her hand under the strap. “Ask away,” she said.

“Oh, you’re pretty confident?” Hyeong-don asked.

She nodded. “I am,” she said firmly. “I like to think I’m an honest person.”

“All right, then. Yes or no: I think the members don’t appreciate me as the leader sometimes.”

She thought for a moment. “Yes,” she said, giving her members an apologetic look. The machine dinged. Her members began a chorus of groans and protest. “I’m sorry!” she laughed. “But it’s true!” She reached to unstrap her hand, but someone interrupted.

“I have a question, actually.”

She sighed internally. Of course, it had to be Son Dongju. “Yes?” she said politely. “What is it?”

“Yes or no,” he started, “I’ve spent time on the phone with someone really special to me recently.”

She almost narrowed her eyes at him, seeing that challenging glimmer in his, like he knew she was thinking about their phone call from the other night.

“Yes,” she said. “My mom. I called her before we got on set.” The detector dinged once again.

For Dongju, it was quite the struggle to keep from pouting.

Those were the steps it took for them to sit next to each other on the swings at close to midnight, pinkies intertwined.

“Hey, you handsome dumb-ass,” she finally said. “I love our late-night walks. They’re fun for me, and I thought you liked them, too.” He looked at her, his mouth falling open to say something. She cut him off.

“I’m not a big fan of fancy restaurants,” she said, “so fast-food suits me just fine. You already let me know between the two of us how beautiful you find me, and it gets me flustered every single time.”

She chuckled. “You are there when I need you, and if I made you leave work every time I missed you, you’d never be there. I don’t need you to brag about me on the internet and I don’t need us to be more than friends in the public eye. This is fine for me, because at least we know.”

She stood up and cupped his cheeks, pressing their foreheads against each other. “But if you want us to be more public, I’m all in.”

His eye widened. “You mean it?” he breathed out.

“Of course I do!” she laughed. “I’m in this for you, not for convenience.”

He crinkled his nose playfully. “I think you’re only in it ‘cause I’m handsome.”

She groaned and snapped her fingers. “You’ve got me all figured out,” she teased. “You’re money, too. And if it turns out you were lying to me about that countryside mansion, I’m outta here.”

He laughed, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “You know what,” he said after a deep breath. “I was wrong. This is enough.” He pulled her forward by her waist, nuzzling his nose against her stomach and wrapping his arms around her. “I think this is all I’ll ever really need, to be honest.”

She smiled softly, running her fingers through his hair. “That’s a relief... ‘Cause same here, secret boyfriend.”

Well, okay... He’s just out here being ethereal and totally attacking me, but I guess I shouldn’t complain, right??

Thanks so much for this request! It was really fun to write and I got to mention one of my favorite k-dramas, so that was a plus~. It was different writing in a reality show and idol setting, but I didn’t mind it. As I said, it was enjoyable!

Feel free to stop by anytime!

#oneus #oneus xion #son dongju #oneus dongju #kpop angst #kpop fluff #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop #request #reaction #requested #this is really cute

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thats-what-sidhe-said · 5 years

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I’ve decided to retreat a bit from Voltron fandom, since I’ve got other stuff that I’ve been neglecting, so I’ve left most of the discord servers I was in and I’m not starting any new fic. No drama; I’m not mad at anyone. I’m still open to talking about Voltron, and I’m still participating in the remix exchange I signed up for. I’m just redirecting my energy.

But I still have a lot of bits and pieces of fic, including my Actor AU fic. I’ve posted some of it before in this tag, but now here’s a big chunk which I had fun with. Note that it’s not really in continuity with the other stuff because I made a few changes, including dropping Curtis entirely and bringing Lotor in. Also note that this is all raw fic, no betaing, no editing. You can always check out my AO3 account (Airawyn) for the stuff that’s ready for prime time.

But here you go: Voltron Actor AU (Sheith, Allurance, 3k words)

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Lance made through the door of the meeting room at exactly 9 am on his Apple watch. He dove for the seat next to Allura and pulled back so hard he nearly skidded to a stop. Someone was sitting there. Someone with long, white-blond hair that made Allura giggle.

Keith snapped his fingers and Lance looked over to see him pointing to an empty seat. Lance jogged around the table and slid into the chair next to Keith. "Who's the new guy?" Lance whispered.

"No idea," Keith whispered back. "Looks familiar. Was he on Law and Order?"

"Everyone's been on Law and Order," Lance pointed out.

"Not me," Keith said.

"Not yet," Lance replied. Shiro had played a young lawyer falsely accused of murder. Pidge had been a high school student gone missing. Hunk had been a gamer, accurately accused of murder. Lance himself had done a two episode arc as the brother of a murder victim. That was before they'd all been hired on Voltron, though.

Shiro leaned over from the other side of Keith. "You don't recognize him?"

"No," Lance whispered. "Who-" But Shiro shook his head, looking toward the front of the room. Voltron's showrunner, Sanda, had taken her place at the head of the table.

"I've spoken to the network and I have some good news!" she said brightly.

"That's the first time anyone's put those words together," Pidge said, and there was laughter from people at the table, including Sanda.

"I suppose there had to be a first time," she said. "The network has agreed to have a gay character on the show." There were pleased murmurs around the table. Keith sat up straight.

"Who-" and then the words fully processed. "A gay character," Keith said, disappointment thick in his voice, though he tried to keep it even.

Sanda nodded. "I'm sorry, Keith. Akira and Sven would have made a good pairing, but the network's nervous. They only allowed us to make one of the existing characters gay, so we'll be bringing in a new character, Sincline, to be Sven's boyfriend. Shiro, I assume this won't be a problem?"

"Not at all," Shiro said honestly. "I'm proud to be a part of this. We're breaking new ground."

Keith nodded. He sank back in his chair and swallowed. "Yeah, this is good." He rubbed the back of his neck. "It's great. Thanks, Sanda."

"I know how much this means to you," she said. "Please don't hesitate to speak up if you feel things are being handled poorly." She looked around the room, her eyes lingering on Shiro and Pidge the longest. "That goes for all of you. We want to do this right." Everyone nodded, even Keith.

"Right," Sanda said. "On that note, I'd like to introduce you to our newest cast member. Lotor?" She looked at the stranger with the long, white-blond hair. He rose gracefully to his feet. "This is Lotor Daibazaal. He'll be playing Sincline."

Lotor wore a purple silk shirt tucked into designer jeans. "Thank you all for having me here. Some of you may be concerned that I am here because my father's company owns the network." Lance's eyes widened in recognition and he looked over to see Keith having a similar reaction. He kicked Keith's ankle. Keith's expression didn't change, but he kicked Lance back.

"Nobody thinks that," Allura chided gently.

"Lotor went through the audition process along with several other candidates and he was by far the best for the role," Sanda said in a stern voice.

"I am new to this side of the camera, and I hope you all will give me the opportunity to prove I am worthy of the job," Lotor said.

"We're very glad to have you here," Shiro said.

"You are Takashi, are you not?" Lotor asked. He offered his hand.

Shiro stood and leaned across the table. He and Lotor were of a height and their hands met easily. "Please, call me Shiro."

"Shiro, then." Lotor smiled. "And Keith," he said, turning to the man on Shiro's right. Keith did not get up. "It looks like I'll be borrowing your boyfriend this season. I promise to put him back the way I found him."

"I'm not worried," Keith said. His smile showed a hint of teeth. "Shiro can handle himself."

Lotor laughed. "I'm sure. Let us be friends, shall we?" He offered his hand. Keith hesitated, but he stood up and leaned over the table to shake it. Sanda went around the table and introduced everyone, ending with Allura. "Of course, I have known Allura since we were children." Lotor took her hand and planted a light kiss on the back of her hand. Lance gagged, quietly. Keith shot him a sideways glance and kicked his ankle. Lance kicked back. Everyone else had their eyes on Allura and Lotor.

The scripts for the episode were passed out and they all read their parts around the table. Lotor only had a short scene as an introduction, but he had good comic timing and got a few laughs from his banter. Halfway through the script, though, Lance realized that Keith's character, Akira, was spending a lot of time with Allura's character, Fala; and some of the lines had a familiar ring.

"I thought McClain was going to be learning about the hidden temple from Fala," Lance said, right after the read had ended.

"Well," Sanda said. She looked like she was figuring out how to phrase bad news. "Like I said, the network was nervous about having a gay character, and they wanted to make it clear that all the other characters were straight."

"Wait, what?" Keith demanded.

"You know, toy sales, international distribution, all that," Sanda said quickly. "We had to compromise. You know how these things are."

Keith folded his arms across his chest. "How are they?" he asked in a flat voice.

"The network had concerns about Akira and Sven, so Akira is going to fall in love with Fala," Sanda said. Her voice brooked no argument.

Too bad. Lance was going to give her one anyway. So was Keith, if his expression meant anything. "That's my storyline!" He rose to his feet. "We've been teasing McClain and Fala for three seasons! And what about McClain being half-Arusian? He was supposed to find that out at the temple!"

"I know," Sanda said. "We're not dropping that, but it's going to get pushed back. Akira's going to learn he's half-Drule at the temple instead."

"You're giving Keith all my story!" Lance said. He knew he sounded petulant, but he didn't care. He didn't dare look at Allura. "Sanda, c'mon. I need an on-screen romance. My agent is trying to book me a romcom."

"Just come out already," Keith said under his breath. This time, Lance kicked hard enough to bruise. Keith flinched "Hey!"

"Because I really want to spend two seasons doing an off-Broadway zombie musical," Lance hissed at Keith.

Keith jumped to his feet. "I asked for time off because the fight choreographer is brilliant and I wanted to work with her before she retired!"

"Okay!" Shiro stood up and put his hand on Keith's shoulder. "We've just started the season. I'm sure there's plenty McClain can do."

"Absolutely," Sanda said. Shiro tugged Keith down to his seat. Lance reluctantly sat down as well. "There's a charming smuggler that will be guesting on a few episodes and she'll take an interest in McClain. You haven't been forgotten, Lance. And before we go," she said, moving on before Lance could respond, "I have one more announcement. We have a new director for the show and he'll be starting on episode four. I believe you all know... Takashi Shirogane!"

Shiro lifted his hand in greeting and smiled sheepishly. Allura started the round of applause and they all joined in. Keith gave Shiro a soft smile and bumped their shoulders together.

"Congratulations, man," Lance said.

"I think we're all familiar with Shiro's work, especially The Blue Lion," Sanda said. There was more applause, and Pidge cheered. "We are very fortunate to have him as a director on Voltron."

Everyone stopped to congratulate Shiro as they filed out of the room. Shiro put his hand on Keith's shoulder. "I want to talk over some stuff with Lotor. Are you leaving soon?"

"No, I've got to do some pick-up shots with Lance and Pidge this afternoon," Keith said.

"Okay, I'll stop by set once Lotor and I are done, and I'll catch a ride home with you," Shiro said. "Love you."

"Love you too," Keith said.

---

"Do they think being gay is catching?" Keith asked bitterly. He, Pidge and Lance were on their way to the makeup trailer before the afternoon shoot.

"They're cowards," Pidge said cheerfully. "Nothing new there. C'mon, Keith, this is good news."

"I know," Keith admitted grudgingly. "But it's not good enough."

"Whatever," Lance said. "You're just jealous because Shiro's going to be kissing Blondie."

Keith glared at him. "And you're just jealous because Allura's going to be kissing..." He faltered at the sudden realization. "Me. Oh, fuck." He rubbed his hands over his face and back through his hair. "This is going to be weird."

"No shit," Lance muttered.

"If you two start fighting again, I am locking you in a closet until you make up," Pidge said. She pointed a finger at Keith's face. "Not a word about closets and Lance."

---

Keith wasn't worried. He'd done it before, after all. Allura was a friend, not just a co-worker, and that should make it easier, right? The friend he'd known since Shiro directed his first feature film. The friend that he'd stayed up late arguing about Alfred Hitchcock movies with. The friend that his other friend was really, really into.

To complicate things further, it was Shiro's first day of directing on Voltron. It made sense for it to be this episode, since it was Sven-lite, but still. Was it going to be weird?

Today was nearly all Akira and Fala. Much to his surprise, Keith was enjoying the Akira/Fala story. Allura was an easy companion on the soundstage and great at making him feel at ease when a day went badly. He wasn't interested her in the way that Akira was interested in Fala, but Allura had a charisma and authority that attracted him. It felt frighteningly natural to defer to her. Sometimes when he looked through Akira's eyes, he understood how Lance felt. He drew on that for his performance.

They spent the first part of the morning on a scene that was mostly exposition on Akira's backstory. The second part... the second part was harder. Allura and Keith sat to the side of the set with hot coffee, running their lines as they waited for the cameras and lights to be set up. For this scene, the camera would be doing a full 360, so Ryan was laying down track for his camera.

"This is the transformation scene, so it has to match perfectly," Shiro said.

"I got it, man." Ryan grinned at Shiro and held up a notebook. "Every angle, every movement. I'm writing it down."

Shiro smiled. "All right," he said, and stepped back to let him work. The light techs set the lights, Ryan ran the camera through the motions, and finally Shiro sent the stand-ins off the set and called Allura and Keith to their places. Keith took a deep breath and went on.

"We've got a dangerous road ahead," Allura said softly.

"If anyone can guide us down it, it's you, Princess," Keith replied. He brushed a lock of hair away from her face. "You carry us all."

"I don't know if I can bear the burden." She looked away from Keith and on Shiro's monitor, he could see the tears in her eyes.

"You must, Princess," Keith said. "No one can carry it but you." He took her hand in his. "But I- I can carry you." He pressed a kiss against her forehead.

She looked at him and they held each other's gaze for a moment, then leaned in for a kiss. The camera spun slowly around them.

"Okay, cut," Shiro said. "Keith."

"What?"

"You need to get closer to her. Your bodies need to touch," Shiro said.

"But I'm being cautious. It's forbidden," Keith said.

Shiro shook his head. "You're throwing caution out. Your passion has overcome your good sense. This is the moment where the dam breaks. Can you do that?"

Keith nodded. "Sure."

"Good," Shiro said. "Allura, keep with what you're doing, but move towards him just a little. You're drawn to him despite your better judgement." Allura nodded. "All right, reset." He waited until the camera in place. "Rolling! And action." The started the scene again.

"But I-I can carry you," Keith said, and kissed Allura.

"No, too aggressive," Shiro said. "Let's do it again."

"- I can carry you."

"Too melodramatic."

"- I can carry you."

"No," Shiro said. Keith threw up his hands in exasperation.

"I don't know what you want!" he exclaimed.

Shiro thought for a minute, as everyone waited. Then he got out of his chair. "Allura, step aside for a moment, but watch what I'm doing. Keith, don't move." He took Allura's place on the bench. "Okay, let's do the scene."

"Seriously?" Keith asked.

"Keith, it's nearly lunch. We don't have time for jokes," Shiro said. "Let's run the scene. 'We've got a dangerous road ahead'," he began. They ran through the dialogue.

"- I can carry you," Keith said.

"Now kiss me," Shiro said. Keith closed his eyes and pushed his hips forward, not quite touching Shiro. His hands fell to Shiro's waist and he brought their lips together in a chaste, longing kiss. When they drew apart, Shiro was smiling. "Like that," he said. "Can you do it again?"

"As many times as it takes," Keith grinned.

Shiro patted him on the leg. "Good. I'm tapping Allura back in. Do what you just did," he said. He stood.

"Excuse me, Shiro," Allura said politely. "I think I may need some instruction as well." She puckered up her lips and made kissing sounds.

Shiro laughed and dropped a kiss on her forehead. "See what you can pick up from Keith," he said.

The next take was much better. On the following take, Keith knew he'd gotten it right before Shiro said, "Cut! That's perfect." He looked over at the cameraman and Ryan gave him a thumbs up. "Keith, are you getting claws?"

"Uh, I don't know what the final call was on that," Keith said. Shiro turned around, where the P.A. was already opening a binder. She showed him the design. Shiro studied it, then looked at Keith and Allura with his hands on his hips. "Yeah, let's get a hand in the shot so we can see the claws extend. One more time, sorry. Keith, I want you to bring up your hand to cup her cheek when you kiss her." It was three more times, but Shiro was pleased with the result. "Good work, everyone. Let's break for lunch. Keith, I want you in the makeup trailer as soon as you can, but make sure to eat first. This could be a long night."

---

The eyes went in first. Keith blinked rapidly as he tried to get used to the contacts. Romelle gave him some eye drops, but his eyes still felt strange. "You'll get used to them," she promised. Then she put in his fangs. Rolo worked on his hands, gluing small, curved, black claws over his fingernails while Romelle briskly stroked purple cake makeup over every exposed bit of his flesh. "What was the call on the ears?" Romelle wondered. She flipped through her binder to find Keith's Drule makeup design. "No ears!"

"Thank god," Keith moaned. "I've been in here forever."

"Cry me a river, pretty boy," Sendak said. He'd arrived at the trailer for a post-lunch touch-up. "I can't wait," he sighed, settling into a makeup chair, "for the hiatus. I'll be doing King Lear at the Old Globe in San Diego. No four a.m. makeup calls. I may sleep until noon. I could rent a place on the beach," he said longingly. "You ever do stagework, kid?"

"I was in a guerrilla theater group called the Blade of Marmora one summer," Keith said. "We got arrested twice."

"You need a good grounding in the classics," Sendak said. "You got the makeup here, you got the CGI," he waved his left hand, which was covered in motion capture sensors, "but at the core of it, it's just us. It's the actors. Richard Burbage did not need cee gee eye to become King Lear. Don't forget that."

"I won't," Keith said.

"A good actor can transcend the material-" Sendak continued, but there was a quick rap at the trailer door and Shiro came in.

"He's almost done," Romelle told him. She turned Keith's chair to study his face, smoothed a couple of spots with a sponge and dusted powder over his nose. She turned the chair to face Shiro. "What do you think?"

"Very nice," Shiro said. "The freckles are a good touch."

Keith bared his fangs and held up his hands to show off his claws. "Sexy?" he asked.

"Always," Shiro said. "I like it. Trappings of the monster but human enough to be vulnerable. You ready to go?"

"Yes!" Keith said. Romelle removed the barber's smock that protected his costume. Keith hopped up and stretched.

"Puck and Oberon," Sendak said thoughtfully.

"Huh?" Shiro asked.

"You two. Puck and Oberon." He pointed to Keith and Shiro. "I might put a production together. Think about it."

"Yeah, that'd be fun!" Shiro said.

"Sure," Keith said.

Shiro tilted his head to look at Keith's mouth. "He can kiss with those fangs, right?" he asked Romelle.

"Of course!" she said. "They've been tested."

"Good - wait, what?" He snapped his head up to look at her.

She giggled. "By the manufacturer!"

"Oh," Shiro said. "Of course."

Keith pressed his shoulder against Shiro's shoulder. "Don't worry. I'm not going to kiss anyone else unless you're there to watch."

"You better not," Shiro said, with a smile. He gave Keith a light kiss on his temple. "Come on, we've got a lot of pages to shoot today."

As he and Keith walked out of the makeup trailer, Romelle called after them, "Let me know if you ever want to borrow them overnight!" She giggled.

Sendak groaned. "Why do I have to hear these things with my ears?"

#voltron #sheith #allurance #shiro #keith #lance #bi lance #allura #sendak #my fic: voltron actor au #thanks Tumblr for eating the Keep Reading on a 3k word post #sorry for anyone who had to scroll

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cutegirlmayra · 7 years

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Hello Mayra! It's been so long since I left the Sonic fandom and now I'm back! Are u still taking requests? Because I'm always looking for the Boom!Team discovering Amy and Sonic's secret relationship. Sadly, I didn't find any of these. I'm a big fan of your work and I hope you can write this! 😉😍

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Welcome back~

I’m honored and proud to have you come to me for this mighty need. I’m always open to prompt requests, yes! :D Thank you for thinking of me, my friend!

Prompt:

Sticks stared long and hard at Sonic and Amy…

Tails was busy with buying some half-off spare parts for different ‘mini-projects’ he had been working on before examining two of them and paying her no mind.

“….Hey, Tails…” She squatted, keeping her arms down in front of her as she continually watched the two interact.

In the distance, Sonic was helping Amy shop, or rather… he was to ‘comment’ on each thing she tried on or pointed too.

She couldn’t help but notice how… ‘giggly’… the two were around one another….

“I think something’s off with Sonic and Amy. Steve isn’t this good at mocking a laugh.” She narrowed her eyes more, ducking her head like an animal stalking it’s prey from a few feet away. “And… I’m pretty sure he can’t clone himself either…”

She folded her arms and shot herself upright, startling Tails out of his ‘happy place’ as he turned to her, half annoyed.

“At least you’re not raving about something paranormal…” he sweat-dropped, before turning to also stare at Sonic and Amy.

Sonic leaned over a counter, and pointed to something for a change, which drew Amy’s immediate attention as she seemed to excitedly hold it up and over him, as if seeing if the clothing worked with him or not.

He proudly put his hands to his hips, before she shook her head and put it back, pulling out something else and making him look disappointed and annoyed.

“Seems about right.” Tails nodded, and turned with a kind smile to Sticks, though skeptical of her perception skills. “Amy’s still pulling Sonic around the market, and he’s still not any help when it comes to her decisions.”

“Not that.” she took a hand to his chin, pulling him to look harder at the two. “THEIR FACES!”

“H-huh?” Tails was even more uncomfortable now, before actually… seeing what she meant.

The typical act of the duo suddenly subsided as Sonic spun off and came back with something actually decent, and Amy held the article up to herself and smiled, before excitedly lifting a leg slightly up and moving some of her hair.

“….Amy…?” Tails raised an eyebrow, and Sticks let go of his chin, seeing he had finally caught on.

“It’s not just her- Sonic’s got the loonies too!” She pointed back, as Tails put down his gears and other robotic pieces to place a hand over to his forehead and shield the blazing sun from his eyes.

Having clearer vision, he suddenly stepped back in shock when he saw Sonic actually acting as if he was ENJOYING helping Amy out!

“Woah! That IS weird!” Tails worried, “We have to warn them!”

“But who’s the impostor, and whose our friend?”

Tails had to stop a second and think that one through, realizing he couldn’t just run up and say that Steve- or Morpho- was one of them.

He put a hand to his chin. “W-well… just cause they’re acting nice to each other and not arguing doesn’t exactly mean-”

Suddenly, as if on cue, Knuckles approached the scene.

“Hey, have you guys been watching Comedy Chimp lately? Haha! His new episode had Amy dating Sonic! Hahaha! As if!” he fanned out a hand, “Everyone knows she’s too in love with adventure and kicking butt to think about that!”

As he billowed a laugh, Sticks and Tails shared a confused expression, before Sticks looked back with hand-binoculars.

“Uh oh.”

“Wh-what now?” Tails put his hands up to his chattering teeth, as if biting his nails in suspense.

“If they’re actually falling in love for real this time… T-that means they’re going to ditch us for each other! And it’s worse cause we’re friends with BOTH of them! that’s like… losing two friends in one catastrophe!”

Tails panicked, seeing Sonic ditching him for Amy, or vise-versa, and having delusions of lonely scenarios play through his mind of them having fun without him.

He huddled down a moment, whimpering at being left behind…

“Pull yourself together,… wait! Cower in terror! She just hugged him!”

“That’s nothing new. Phew.” Tails wiped his forehead, getting up as Knuckles looked concerned, still not sure what was being discussed fully.

“-and he returned it!”

“-WHAT!?!?” Tails bumped his head against the roof of the shelter.

“That’s it!” He flew up away from the two.

“W-where are you going?” Knuckles inquired, scratching his head. “I thought we were still narrating Sonic and Amy’s every move.”

“I’m going to find Eggman! If anyone knows where Steve is, it’s him!” he flew off, “Keep me in tabs!”

“Roger that.” Sticks saluted, suddenly moving two fingers over her cheeks and having war-paint on.

She slowly slipped down and then reappeared up on top of the adjacent marketer’s roof.

“Knuckles!” she whispered, and then started making code-signals with her hands.

“…Uhh…” he looked confused, before shrugging. “The governments found their lost puppies and my lamp has fallen and can’t get up? OH NO! Lampy!” he suddenly darted off, “Don’t go towards the light! Even if you’re made of it! Ah-haha!!!” he cried in shrieks as he raced off in a frenzy, while Sticks just face-palmed herself and continued to watch.

Tails was heading to Eggman’s place, destroying the ‘guard robots’ on the way while Sticks continued to play secret agent.

“Fox tails, we’ve got an update. Over.” Sticks spoke into a walkie-talkie, fully in her army get up.

“Roger that! What’s the status? Over.” Tails pulled out his communicator on his wrist, and waited a moment as he hid from more guard robots behind a large rock formation.

“They’re still giggling…” she drooped her eyes in annoyance, watching Sonic and Amy sitting and eating Meh Burger, before Amy seemed to get a little shy with Sonic and they both looked away from each other. “It’s growing worse… awkward tension is building and I’m sensing a detonation in three.. two… -”

Amy suddenly suggested that Sonic sit on her side, and although he hesitated a second, he scratched behind his head and came closer, scooting up to sit beside her on her side as the two continued to laugh again.

Sticks spoke rapidly into the walkie-talkie.

“I REPEAT. PERSONAL SPACES HAVE BEEN BREACHED! They’re… ugh… I dare not say. Sitting right next to each other!”

“Oh no! If Sonic’s Steve, then Amy will be heartbroken if she finds out he’s been playing her! Or yet, it could be Amy who’s Steve. In which case, Sonic’s not gonna hear the end of it from me…” he snickered at the last bit, before he suddenly shivered a moment, “Also, that would mean Steve has a weird fetish with cosplay…”

“No time to contemplate that now!” Sticks watched as the two got up, and Sonic offered her his arm. “They’re continuing to cross barriers! You’ve gotta do something!” she called into the walkie-talkie, speaking urgently, and pulling it straight up to her mouth. “LIVES ARE AT STAKE!” she rolled to hide in a bush, where Dave walked up with some trash, looked around, and dumped it in it.

He whistled, rocking on his heels and turning his back to it, before tossing the empty garbage bag, dusting off his hands, and walking back to ‘work’.

“Ohh~ Free stuff!” Sticks could be heard, her tone sounding genuinely excited.

Tails worried once again, sweating as he dashed into the fray without a second thought, taking out robots before rolling into the slow-dropping entrance door to Eggman’s lair.

He pulled a ‘Indiana Jones’ as he reached back for his lucky wrench before the door closed.

Eggman was laughing with Morpho, who was in turn, playing Fuzzy-Puppy buddies with him.

“I never knew a game with like- so much simplistic and adorable feel could be like- my true passion in life, man.”

“Right!? Not only does it get the blood boiling in rage at seeing your own cute, little fuzzy buddy getting destroyed! But you also get the undying bragging rights over a sensational assault on someone ELSE’S cute, little fuzzy buddy!” he truly seemed evil with every word…

The two laughed as Tails rolled in, looking serious and worn for wear, before seeing Steve and suddenly looked shocked.

“Steve!?”

“Ugh, like, Morpho… it’s like.. retro, but not too nostalgic with no real-time feel man.” Steve shook his head, gesturing his hand with his description as Eggman seemed to nod with his logic.

“Yeah, yeah… although, Steve is a classic.” He shrugged.

“For who, man?” Steve looked insulted. “I’ve only been here for like- 22 minutes! And those were different days!”

“I think that just shows how memorable Steve is.” Eggman squinted his eyes and leaned forward just a bit, but with his glasses on, it only looked like his eyebrows narrowed down a bit on his glasses.

“T-then… whose playing Amy or Sonic? Which one’s the phony!?” Tails put his hands to his head, as Eggman lifted a knowing hand up.

“Don’t you know?”

“K-know what? As if you know anything!” Tails accused, before looking away.

“Ohhh~ Look at the hotshot. Thinking he’s already lost his best friend to love. Can’t even picture that the two of them already worried about that and so formed a secret truce of silence to date behind everyone’s back, huh?”

“W-wa-wa-wait, what?” Tails shook his head rapidly.

“Tails! We’re done for! All is lost!” Sticks’s voice suddenly came on, as Tails looked down to his wrist.

“They’ve… they’ve… uhhhh… the unthinkable.”

“Brah… you don’t think…”

Suddenly, Steve and Eggman both got out of their chairs, growing curious about the transmission.

“N-no… they wouldn’t have… they couldn’t have have! … could they?”

“Have had have????” Steve’s face spoke a thousand words.

Eggman withdrew his hand to his mouth, biting his nails.

Steve looked excited as suddenly they all in unison said-

“KISSED?” - “MARRIED?!” - “NOSE NUZZL-….oh.”

The three all looked at one another.

“Oh, Steve.”

“MORPHO, DUDE. And who just kisses a girl he first married?”

“No!” Tails shook his head, “STICKS!”

“Worse!”

They all held their breaths.

A dark, underlying groan was suddenly heard.

“Cuddled…”

Dramatic shots of each of Tails, Eggman, and Steve-o’s faces were shown in pure shock, terror, or loss of hope. One showing Eggman on his knees, looking up from the darkness into light as Tails pulled the sides of his face in anguish and Steve took the pose of The Thinker.

The cast all met later as Amy and Sonic sat on a couch… looking to each other before sighing and looking at their friends- and Eggman- all gathered together in Sonic’s hut.

“We think we owe everyone an explanation.”

Sticks’s had two patches over her eyes. “You’re telling me.” she ripped them off, before banging her foot on the floor from the agony of striping them off.

“Uhh… brahs? I know this is like- a family matter or whatever? But can I come in too?”

“We’d also like permission to-” Orbot tried to lift himself up to the window as Steve pulled some of the blinds away.

“I mean, I- the mighty Morpho, feel like after 22 minutes I’ve really become like- part of the shindig and-”

Knuckles was given the nod to walk over and close the blinds even further down.

“We all know you’ve had a lot of questions lately…” she put a hand to Sonic’s, who seemed nervous as the team all waited for his response.

“Sonic..?” Amy leaned her head down towards him, as he nervously fidgeted.

“W-well.. um… uhhhh… yeah.” he looked away, before finally swallowing his pride and looking back at Amy’s hand.

He… hesitated… but put his own on top of hers.

Gawking in amazement, the four all had different reactions. Eggman was having a fiesta behind the couch while Sticks went wild with ‘I knew it! I knew it! I knew it!’ and Tails looked a bit hopeless while Knuckles looked confused at everyone’s reactions.

“What are we all reacting too?” He suddenly grabbed a pot and smashed it against his head. “Haha, I don’t care. Any excuse to act wild and crazy is okay by me! Wooo!!” He crashed and broke the couch. “Furniture wrestle!” He tapped out the couch.

“Tails…” Sonic looked down at his buddy and moved away from Amy, kneeling by his side.

“…But this means… you’ll ditch us all.” Tails turned his head away. “I thought we were bros for life…”

“And you’ll always be my bro, Tails.” Sonic tenderly, with some sensitivity, held a hand to Tails’s shoulder, before turning to the others acting crazy too.

Amy was talking to Sticks as the couch seemed to have somehow pinned Knuckles down, Eggman calling a fowl and then tweeting things online about Sonic and Amy.

“I… was… so… right… AlphaShadamy4550! HMph! SEND.” he snickered evilly. “Now to crush the other hopeless saps dreams!” he clenched his fist up before Amy took the phone, dropped it daintily, and smashed it with her hammer.

“Just because Amy’s my girrr… my girrrrrllllffff….FFFFFFF….Ah, you know. Doesn’t mean we won’t hang out with you guys!”

“Yeah! I can’t stand Sonic 24/7 anyway.” Amy rolled her eyes, as Eggman picked up the pieces of his phone and then ordered-

“ROBOTS-!!!!”

And the old, daily routine was back on again, as if nothing changed.

Sonic hung out with Tails, finishing up the last of the robots, as Tails took the X-Tornado and him for a spin.

“So… what made you suddenly change your mind?” Tails smiled up to Sonic, reassured that his friend wasn’t going anywhere.

Sonic, arms folded, shrugged and then looked off into the distance on his side of the plane.

“…I don’t know… she kinda just said we were, I guess.” He scratched the side of his head.

“W-wa-wait, you never actually asked her out?”

“No. Come to think of it. She never really asked me out. We just… started… how would you call it?” he looked deep in thought.

“BREACHING…BARRIERS…!!!”

The two looked down.

Sticks was holding a megaphone and a device to hear voices miles away on her forehead, a dish-like receiver, and a Meh-burger’s trash cup on her ear.

“Eh, I put treasure to good use.” she winked to the camera.

Author’s notes:

This was fun. I wanted to be creative at 5 in the morning and this is what you get xD Tails worried about being abandoned, Sticks’s end triumphant (it’s a must, honestly) and Knuckles not realizing he’s always wrong or out of the loop. Eggman and Steve were fun to write! I just enjoyed showing the drama of increasing terror from Sticks and Tails, the ones truly seeing what’s what, but not what’s what. haha. I don’t know, but I think I like this one :)

#sonamy #sonic #sonic boom #amy rose #cutegirlmayra #sonic prompt #sonamy prompt

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cscreativecentre · 7 years

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CS + bargain

Summary: Killian takes care of Emma while she’s sick. She tries to find some way to repay him. (Neighbors AU)

Word Count: 3,610

Rating: T

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Every time someone did something for Emma Swan she liked to repay them in some way - the reason being that nobody was ever there for her, not after she had been abandoned on the side of some road in upstate Maine. So it makes a difference to her when somebody goes out of their way to do something nice for her.

Well, someone once showed love and care to her. And she had repaid him by successfully smuggling a bag of stolen watches from a small locker at the train station. Before she got arrested and put in jail for a good eleven months.

After that, Emma vowed never to put her trust in people again. She’s better off on her own.

Especially when she is out on a cold, bitter November night in four-inch heels and a skimpy piece of vermilion cloth that can barely pass as a dress, chasing down a no-good thief and cheater.

“Asshole,” she declares as she pins him down with a knee and waits for the police to arrive. “Nice try getting away.”

The man glowers at her and tries to banter out a reply, but his words are cut off with several coughs and a sneeze. It’s evident from looking down at his bloodshot eyes and flushed, burning cheeks that he has a high fever.

Two policemen finally arrive at the scene and Emma rises from the ground and watches the man get hauled away before she struts to her precious yellow Bug parked about three blocks away. She heads home, home being a cozy apartment on the sixth floor of a well-tended complex on the outskirts of Boston. By the time she arrives at her floor and steps off the elevator, her feet are killing her.

The door to the left of hers opens and out steps her gorgeous next-door neighbor with the raven-black hair and the beautiful ocean-blue eyes and that insanely hot accented tongue. His attire is all in black: black leather jacket zipped up to the chin, black jeans, black boots. When their eyes meet, his instantly widen, mouth falling open into the shape of an O, and he blushes, hand reaching up to scratch the tip of his right ear nervously.

“Good evening, love,” he states quietly, closing his mouth and passing by her with a small wave. She reciprocates, smiling at him before she unlocks the door and opens it, leaning against it as soon as she closes it. Kicking off those damn heels, she breathes a sigh of relief and shuts her eyes before opening them and traipsing to the bedroom to peel off that disgusting dress and pull on grey sweatpants and a lavender camisole. She rubs the soles of her feet to relieve some of the pain before slipping them into the most comfortable duckling slippers she’s ever encountered in her life.

She shuffles to the kitchen slowly and opens the fridge to take out tomatoes, mayonnaise, the packs of ham, cheese, and lettuce. She sticks two pieces of bread in the toaster and slices the tomatoes. When the two pieces of toasted bread pop out of the toaster, she takes them and puts them on a plate, piling one with ham, cheese, lettuce and tomatoes, smearing the other slice of bread with mayonnaise before clapping it over the other slice.

She takes the plate to the kitchen table and stifles a big yawn, deciding not to make hot chocolate for the night. Despite how exhausted she is, she manages to finish eating the sandwich relatively quickly, washing it down with a glass of water and leaving the dirty dishes in the sink. She’ll wash the plate and glass in the morning.

Emma falls asleep the second her head hits the pillow and she awakens once in the middle of the night to sneeze and tuck herself underneath the covers. In the morning, she wakes up coughing and sneezing, her forehead burning when she places her hand on it. She checks her temperature, discovering that she indeed has a fever. She must’ve gotten it from the guy she had to chase down last night.

Groaning, she manages to rise from bed, trailing to the thermostat to adjust the heat to her liking before sauntering to the kitchen to rummage through the pantry, frowning when she realizes she is out of tea.

She can really go for a nice steamy mug of peppermint tea, mixed in with a teaspoonful of honey.

She can also go for a hot bowl of delicious chicken soup from the quaint delicatessen at the corner, but she feels so unwell she doubts she can step out into the cold and manage to bring back a few groceries.

It suddenly strikes her that she has a really hot neighbor living next door who might be able to supply her with a tea bag or two before she starts to feel a little better so she can go out and purchase her own.

Don’t be ridiculous, she scolds herself. You see the guy only in the halls. You don’t even know his name.

But Emma is pretty desperate at this point. She knows she won’t survive without that necessary mug of peppermint-honey tea, so she throws on a white hoodie without zipping it up, and shuffles into the duckling slippers. She checks her reflection in the mirror and grimaces at how flushed and red her cheeks are. Brushing her hair so she doesn’t look like a bed-hair freak, she finally musters the strength to leave her apartment and knock on the door to the left.

The same hot man she had seen yesterday opens the door, his jaw falling open instantly when his cerulean eyes land on her. “H-hello, love.” Emma wants to giggle at the way he stammers when he looks at her.

Yup. She is definitely not feeling well.

“Hi, I’m so sorry for looking like a hot mess, but I have a really high fever and I ran out of tea and I really need peppermint tea because peppermint helps cool the body down and helps the fever go away and-”

Her neighbor chuckles and holds a hand up, causing her to shut her mouth as she blushes. “I was babbling, wasn’t I. Damn, this fever is real.”

“I have a whole collection of tea in my pantry,” he says. “Would you like to come in and select what you need?”

Her eyes widen. “I can’t get you sick. I just need one tea bag, that’s all. I really can’t get you sick.”

“Nonsense, love.” He opens the door wider and steps aside, beckoning her with a sweep of his arm. “It would be bad form to leave a beautiful lass such as yourself waiting in the hallway.”

“I’m sick. How can I be beautiful?” she scoffs, attempting to glare at him, but she stops herself because he is helping her out here and she really shouldn’t be rude to him.

He bends down and places his mouth by her ear. “That top of yours is rather bunched up on your breasts, love,” he whispers, straightening his back to throw a very sultry wink at her before spinning to retreat into the apartment.

Her mouth falls open in a silent gasp and she instantly zips up the hoodie, remembering that she isn’t wearing a bra underneath the camisole. She’s beginning to have second thoughts about her neighbor, but she really does need the tea, so she follows him into the complex, closing the door behind her and taking in the sight of a very neat dwelling place: books aligned in an orderly fashion on the shelf, plants hanging from the ceiling and dangling right above the top level of the shelf, guitar resting gingerly in the gap created by the shelf and a desk.

He waits for her in the kitchen by the open pantry, gesturing to it. “Take any box, love.”

“Any box?” she asks skeptically. She really came for just one tea bag. She can’t deprive the man of an entire box.

As if he can read her mind, he chuckles. “One tea bag won’t suffice. Please, take an entire box. You can see as well as I can just how much tea I have.”

She musters a smirk of defeat and stares for a long moment into his eyes before directing her gaze to the pantry, reading the labels before finally finding peppermint printed in sea-green on a box. She selects it and wraps her fingers around it, double-checking to make sure she hasn’t touched anything else and contaminated the pantry with Emma Swan germs.

“Thanks,” she whispers and he bends his head, a shy smile chiseled on his handsome features.

“Of course. This is what neighbors are for,” he announces, looking up at her. “Killian Jones.” He sticks out a hand.

Emma wants to take the hand and hold it with hers, but she suddenly coughs, bringing up her arm to cover her mouth. “Emma Swan,” she blurts out. “I would shake your hand, but I’m sick.”

“Aye. Apologies, love,” he says sheepishly, letting his hand drop to his side. He suddenly lifts it again as if to place it on her forehead, but he first looks at her. “May I?”

She stares at him for two heartbeats, inhaling sharply. “Sure,” she replies, wanting to close her eyes and sigh happily when his warm hand claps gently over her hot forehead.

“Swan, you’re burning,” he declares worriedly. “Are you sure tea will help you?”

“Yeah, I’m sure. It’s helped before,” she admits. Stuffing the box and her hands in her pockets, she shuffles back to the doorway. “Thanks again,” she says, turning to look at him.

“Love, you look absolutely adorable in those slippers of yours,” he whispers, almost awe-struck, and usually she’d roll her eyes, but all she can muster is a weak smile before she opens the door and leaves, returning to her apartment to prepare the tea and snuggle on the couch with a fluffy blanket and thoughts of those beautiful blue eyes.

She is sitting on the couch, wrapped in the fluffy blanket, holding a mug of steaming tea and watching a miscellaneous episode of Sherlock, when there is a knock at the door. She rises from the couch and wraps the blanket around her shoulder as she shuffles to the door and opens it.

Killian stands there with two brown-paper grocery bags in his hands. “I bought some things for you, Swan,” he announces with a grin, and all she can do is let her hand drop from the doorknob as she stares open-mouthed at him.

“Y-you di-didn’t have to,” she stammers. “I just wanted some tea.”

“I’m aware, but you do have a high fever, love,” he deadpans. “Now, where’s your kitchen?”

“Straight ahead,” she states, blinking as she watches him walk past her and make a beeline for the counter, putting down the bags and opening one to take out a container of soup. “You brought me soup?” she asks, incredulous.

He looks at her shyly. “I hope you don’t mind,” he says, reaching up to scratch his ear nervously. She’s begun to find the act endearing. “You’re sick and I want to take care of you. Let me take care of you, love.”

“Fine.” Emma pauses to sneeze into her arm and Killian immediately hands her the tissue box reclining on the kitchen table. She swipes a tissue immediately from the box and presses it to her nose, blowing it. “Thanks,” she sniffles after she has thoroughly cleaned her nose and thrown the crushed wad away.

“Of course.” He opens two cupboards and reaches into one, taking out a china bowl into which he pours the soup. “Where do you keep the silverware?”

“I can get that myself,” she glares, throwing open a drawer and picking a spoon before shutting it a little overdramatically. “I have a fever. I’m not crippled.”

Her eyes widen after the words spew from her and she purses her lips as she stares down at the floor, pushing a slipper-clad foot against the heel of the other. “I’m sorry,” she whispers. “I didn’t mean to snap at you like that.”

He chuckles. “S’all right. You’re unwell, that’s all.” He stretches out the bowl and she takes it from him, the heat of the bowl passing to her hands and traveling up her arms. She returns to her spot on the couch, but disregards the blanket as she sits down, taking off the slippers and tucking her feet underneath her legs.

“Mind if I join you?” His voice sounds very near and she almost jumps, turning her head to see him stare down at her, a bag of saltine crackers in his hand. She hadn’t heard him leave the kitchen.

“You’ll get sick,” she admonishes, but she secretly hopes he won’t listen as she takes the bag from him.

“Then I’ll just sit here,” he says with an amused grin and a mischievous waggle of the eyebrows, plopping down on an armchair close to the couch. “You should have the entire sofa to yourself anyway.”

She stares at him a moment longer than needed before she continues to eat and watch the mystery series. Killian does the same, the apartment silent sans the blabber on the television and the clinking of the spoon in the bowl.

“You can have some soup, you know,” she tells him, feeling guilty that she is the only one eating.

“I wouldn’t dare, Swan! The soup is for you. Besides, I already bought my own groceries; I left them in my home before coming to yours.”

She smiles timidly at him then and he rewards her with such an ear-splitting grin that she smiles widely and laughs - right before her laugh dissolves into two sneezes and a cough. “Sorry,” she says, blushing widely as she reaches for the tissue box on the coffee table.

“Nothing to apologize for.” He lifts the box and hands it to her. “There’s absolutely nothing to apologize for.”

She smiles at him again - this time without all the nasty coughing and sneezing - and reverts her attention to the soup and to Sherlock and Watson.

But she can’t help staring at Killian out of the corner of her eye, wondering just who this guy is and why he has decided to take care of her.

Killian visits her every day after that, constantly bringing her items meant to help her.

“The ice cream will help cool your throat,” he says with a wide grin as he produces a tub of rocky-road ice cream.

“Bloody hell, you’re running on tissues the way cars run on gasoline. Here are a few extra boxes.”

“I noticed you don’t have any painkillers. You definitely need a vial,” he chides, holding up the box containing the vial of Advil.

“Here’s some ginger. All you have to do is put two tablespoons of this powder in a bathtub of warm water and mix well. Then you step into the tub and lie there for ten minutes, just to soak yourself in. When the ten minutes are up, pat dry yourself and go to sleep in a blanket. Trust me, love. This remedy works.”

And the remedy does help. Everything he brings helps her, especially the ginger.

“I never knew ginger helps,” she tells him one day when her fever has begun to cool. “It’s helping a whole lot.”

“My mum used that remedy on myself and my elder brother when we were lads,” he admits sheepishly. “There was always ginger stocked in the house just in case one of us boys came down with a fever.”

“Oh,” is all she can muster as she stares blankly at the television. She can’t help but feel envy because unlike her, this man has a family, has people who care for him.

“Love, you’re glowering at the bloody screen. Is everything alright?” he asks in concern, and she blushes.

“Nothing, I’m fine.”

“Well, since I started, I might as well finish,” he whispers, tone more somber. “Mum passed away when I was nine years old. And then Liam.” He chuckles wryly. “Best man that ever walked this planet, Swan. My brother was a bloody hero. Taught me all there is to know about good form.” His jaw suddenly clenches as he leans his elbows on his thighs and looks down at the floor. “He died in a car accident. I told him not to drive after he drank too much at a party. It was raining that night.”

Emma closes her eyes and a wave of guilt washes over her for having harbored those thoughts for even a moment. “I was left on the side of the road as a baby,” she confesses. “I went from one foster home to another, but I never stayed longer than two months in each home.”

She feels something clap over her hand and when she opens her eyes, she looks down to see his ring-clad hand over hers. She averts her gaze to him. “Come here,” she says as she shifts over and pats the empty spot next to her on the couch.

“I thought I’d get sick?” he challenges with an amused raised of the eyebrows.

She rolls her eyes and tugs at his hand. Shaking his head and laughing, he joins her on the couch and she curls into him while his arm wraps around her shoulders, holding her close to him. She laces her fingers with his hand resting on his lap, squeezing them gently as she whispers, “thank you. For being here.”

“Of course, love,” he whispers back before planting a soft kiss on her golden head.

Several days pass before she wakes up, fever gone and cough just barely lingering. She can’t help but almost dance as she throws the hoodie on, dashing out of her apartment and into his. Why doesn’t he lock the door? she asks herself, but she pushes the thought out of her mind when she collides into him in the kitchen, hands crashing onto bare skin.

Well, bare skin and hair.

She gasps when she steps back, eyes flitting up and down his muscular torso, all dusted with dark glorious chest hair. When she finally looks up at him, she sees that he is staring down at her with a cocked eyebrow.

“Like what you see?” he greets her, grinning cheekily and she flushes and laughs.

“I came to tell you that I feel better!” she exclaims and his grin transforms to a happy smile as he wraps his arms around her in a warm embrace.

“I’m so glad, love,” he mumbles into her hair, his fingers toying with the ends of the blonde strands, and she exhales in relief as she nestles her chin on his shoulder.

“Thank you. Seriously, thank you,” she whispers.

“Think nothing of it, Swan.”

But she can’t think nothing of it. In fact, she can’t stop thinking about it. She wants to repay him, but she isn’t sure how to.

Because this is the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for her.

She starts by purchasing a new box of peppermint tea, practically forcing it into his hands, even though he first adamantly refuses to take it.

But a small box of tea isn’t enough to show her gratitude, so she begins to do small favors for him. It gives her an excuse to ogle at him without him really noticing, and she is doing something for him at the same time.

It’s a win-win situation.

The next afternoon, she is just leaving her apartment to go take a walk when she sees Killian struggling to open the door to his place, balancing three bags in his hands. “Here, let me help,” she says as she rushes over to take two of the bags and balance one on each hip.

“You don’t have to, Swan,” he protests, but she still follows him to the kitchen, leaving the bags on the counter.

“Why do you insist on doing something for me?” he questions, leaning against the wall with his hands in his belt loops and a raised inquiring eyebrow. “Yesterday, you picked up the mail I carelessly dropped in the hallway. Today you help me carry in the groceries.”

“Just trying to be neighborly,” she states with a weak laugh. “Nothing wrong with that, right?”

“Emma.” She feels his hands grab hers, causing her to blush slightly as she looks down at the floor.

“Fine. Because you were there for me. You took care of me. All I wanted was some tea, but you went out of your way to buy me soup and bring me food and watch shows I’ve already watched and nobody’s ever cared that much for me and I just wanted to repay you, but I don’t know to rep-”

“You can repay me with one favor,” he interrupts her. “A date.”

Her eyes widen and she releases her hands from his gentle grip. “Did you take care of me so you could ask me out?” she pounces, slightly glaring at him.

He chuckles, a sheepish sound reverberating in the room. “No, Swan. I took care of you because it would be the right thing to do. You are a beautiful lass, but I wasn’t going to take advantage of that.”

She bites her lip as she scrutinizes him closely. “So, a date. A date will be enough to repay you?”

Killian grins widely. “Emma Swan, will you go out with me?”

And Emma can’t help but mirror his happy smirk. “Sounds like a good bargain to me.”

by @a-city-dove

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