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More of You, Pt. 2

Part 1

Pairing : Simon “Ghost” Riley x Charlotte “Jade” Le Jardin (OC)

Word Count : ~ 2.4k words

Warning : tooth-rotting fluff and good ol’ cursings.

Title and story inspired by the song with the same title by JP Saxe!

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"--ra 4 this is– tcher-1 do y– copy?"

Jade opened her heavy eyelids at the sound. She blinked a number of times to wake herself up and find out where the voice came from.

"Sierra-4 do you copy?"

She’d recognize that voice even if it was filtered a thousand times. Laswell's voice. It came from the radio that she had put on the bedside table the night prior as the CIA said that she'll contact her about the exfil for both of them. Finally. From the colours she got in her eyes, she could tell that it was early in the morning as the sunlight wasn’t present yet.

However, when she wanted to move her body to reach the PTT, a mass of weight seemed to hold her in place, and it was looming all over her back, even to her front. That was when Jade realized how she's not in the position she first slept in. Ghost was supposed to be on her arms with her arm as his pillow to support his neck.

Now it's the opposite. She's on her opposite side, Ghost on her back, hugging her close to him while he placed his own arm on the bed to be her pillow, and he even covered her with the blankets, so beneath the sheets, their legs were entangled together. What's even more shocking was the fact that his other arm was on her waist and stomach, pressing her body to his.

Jade wanted to scream right now. She was going implode on his arms from the situation she found herself in.

Ghost was surely still asleep judging by the sound of his steady breaths and his unmoving limbs as he absolutely needed all the rest he could get. However, Laswell's trying to comm her right now, and she needed to get out of his enveloping arms – yet her mind was adamant to do that as it was really warm and comfortable.

"Jade. Can you hear me?"

Goddamnit. Dammit! Dammit!! Why now Kate?!?!

Jade tried to get out of his arms, try being the keyword here. She evidently failed to do so as Ghost kept on pressing her hips back to him, his voice rumbled lowly before going back to sleep. She tried to escape another time, but the result stayed the same.

While she found herself very amused by his unconscious actions and how almost childlike he was while doing this, Jade needed to reply to Laswell, or else she'd think they were dead.

And so, Jade lifted her upper body ever so slightly and leaned as far as she could to the bedside table while her lower body was still wrapped by Ghost's arm. He did mumble a bit, but Jade finally managed to reach the PTT, bringing the device close to her mouth, still laying on the bed. "Watcher-1, this is Sierra-4 I copy. Send traffic."

A sigh of relief could be heard. "I thought you were dead. What took you so long to reply?"

"I was uh… drying the clothes…"

"Well, How's Ghost doing?"

'He's currently asleep but he's hugging me from the back and he's refusing to let me go' was the thing she wanted to say, but instead, Jade only said, "He's alive."

"Okay. I've contacted Alejandro and his team to pick you guys up for exfil. He's currently on the way to the facility to clean the place and he'll be with you in any time now."

Oh. God bless Alejandro. She's missed him since the Las Almas missions. "Copy that. Thanks Kate."

"You're welcome. Bring him home safely, Jade."

"You know I will." She smiled.

"Take care, Watcher-1 out."

Putting the PTT back to the wooden table, Jade huffed in relief. The fact that she just answered Laswell’s call while still wrapped around Ghost’s arm was such a comical scene, prompting a chuckle out of her. Alejandro’s coming very soon, and they really needed to get ready. She had to check his wounds, change his bandages, and then prepare for the Mexican colonel’s arrival.

A light snore from her back interrupted her thoughts.

Wow. He’s deep deep in sleep.

The woman smiled in amusement. He really was just a regular bloke, huh?

Really slowly, She rolled her entire body, finally facing Ghost in his sleeping state – No scowl in sight, his guard completely down. His light eyelashes rested on his eyelids perfectly. He’d admitted in Las Almas that he slept with his mask on ‘soundly’. She wondered if this was one of those rare moments where he slept with his mask off during a mission. This was probably the closest she’d been to his face, or anyone, really. Heck, this is probably the closest she’d been to any man.

...He’s quite a gorgeous man up close.

Realizing that she was starting to blush profusely against her will, she shook her head to delete that cloud of thoughts from her mind and focus on the task at hand.

Putting her palm on his forehead gently, Jade felt relieved that he was not burning up like yesterday, albeit still warm to the touch. His bruises obviously needed some more time to heal, and now she needed to check his shoulder and side, and that required her to wake him up.

He’s still snoring.

Dammit she didn’t wanna wake him up!!

Suddenly, his snore hitched, surprising her. Right at that point Jade couldn’t think of anything to do. A part of her just wanted to back away and stand up, but what would he think? He'd think that she didn't want to be any close to him and that could not be farther from the truth.

So she stayed frozen there, trying to stay still all the while Ghost woke himself up. And with a little groan, he finally opened his eyes, focusing his eyes before quickly finding Jade’s face right in front of his and how his arm was still on her waist.

Ghost’s eyes widened at the sight, quickly lifted his hand up and leaned back to distance himself, all without uttering a single word. And boy oh boy, she never expected to see the Ghost himself blushing profusely like this. Did anybody ever see this face of his? Another medal to her collection then.

“Sorry.” He muttered with a voice deeper than the depths of hell from sleep, looking to the side to see anywhere but her face or he knew he’ll be even more embarrassed. “Must’ve… moved in the night.”

Jade let out a light chuckle, “Relax, it’s fine. I like it when you hug me though.” Whoa. Did she just say that??

His eyebrows lifted at that statement. “Really?”

Fuck it, she’ll just continue. “Yeah. And while we’re at it, don’t you have the most beautiful eyes.” Ghost would’ve exploded at that. “They’re like uh… Like a stream of light going through a glass of bourbon.”

He couldn’t rack up any response to that poetic description of his eyes. “...Thanks. Picked them myself.”

Her lip curved into a smile seeing him like this, “Where did you get those?”

Right at that moment, Ghost decided to just play along. “Down the market.”

“Yeah? How much did you pay for it?”

“A few quid.” He replied, “What about yours? They’re the colour of… like a stream of light going through a bottle of Tanqueray Gin.” Ghost recited the same words to her, prompting them to laugh at each other.

Trying to dial down her laughter, Jade answered back, “From the streets, so I got 100% discount.”

That got a wheeze out of him. “You got your eyeballs from the streets?”

Jade laughed out loud, “You got yours from the market! Which unfortunate bloke’s eyes did you buy?!”

This was gonna be an inside joke between the two of them, they were sure of it. As they guffawed at each other’s jokes, Ghost lifted his hand to her cheek, making Jade flinch. He put his finger under strands of her red hair, before softly tucking them behind her ear, all the while she just stayed there watching him. God, she wanted to see him smile and laugh like this more. Didn’t feel like a few months ago that she heard him say that he had a ‘cold heart’.

“Sierra-4, this is Victor-1 do you copy?”

Out of nowhere, her radio buzzed, catching both of them off guard.

“This is Alejandro, Jade, Ghost, Do any of you copy?”

Shit shit shit. Jade forgot about Alejandro coming to get them an exfil. Ghost’s eyes widened as she urgently rolled over and sat on the bed, taking the PTT close to her mouth. “Victor-1, this is Sierra-4 with Bravo 0-7, I copy.”

“Es bueno escuchar tu voz, Jade. Is Ghost okay?” The colonel asked with his usual gritty voice.

“Yeah, he’s solid. A little banged up, but you know how he is.” Jade answered while Ghost sat up on the bed. “Are you at the warehouse already?”

“Si, me, Rodolfo and the others are here, and madre de Dios, you didn’t leave a single body alive, huh.” Hearing those words, Jade looked back at Ghost who was checking his own injuries.

Looking back at Ghost's extraction from the facility yesterday, Jade only cleared the exterior and some goons on the first floor. The basement was crawling with Narcos, yet the injured, tortured, dehydrated and malnutritioned Ghost managed to kill his way out. This fact reminding her once again of how much of a beast the lieutenant was.

"We did what we had to do to get them off our tails.” Jade said to the PTT.

“As long as you both are okay, then I'm grateful. Thanks to Ghost’s hard work in locating this facility, we can cut out the supply.” Alejandro continued, “I’m coming to get you in 10. Can you be ready by then?”

“Claro. See you in 10 then.”

“Okay, Victor-1 out.”

With that, Jade put her PTT back to the table, scooting aside to check on Ghost’s wounds. “Those hurt too much?”

“Not something I can’t bear.” Ghost looked to his shoulder. Some of the blood seeped and coloured the bandage into pink. It was a bad wound after all.

After she finished re-dressing his wounds, Jade stood up and tidied up the table, taking the used portable bonfire and both ration packages, and putting them inside her backpack all the while Ghost slowly stood up, trying to hold his weight. He must admit that he’s still dizzy from all the blood he lost. If he’d been alone, he might have had to survive the wilderness of the rainforest alone, eating any animal he could hunt. Hell, that was only if he could get out of that warehouse alive with all the injuries that was inflicted upon him.

Jade turned around to find him standing up, holding the side where a bullet grazed him. “You good?”

“I’m fine.”

“Here, take it.” He looked down, finding his skull mask on her hand already cleaned from the blood and dirt, most importantly dry. “I put it beside the little fire all night. Looks good as new. Thought you’ll need it.” Jade smiled as she looked up to accommodate their height difference. If he were to be honest, he didn’t even realize that his face had been out in the open for so long. When was the last time he had his face open this long on a mission, outside, and spent a night with a woman like this?

Still, he owed her so much after this one. She essentially saved his life.

Ghost smiled softly, taking the mask back and wore them over his head, finally covering his face. “Thanks, Lottie. I appreciate it.”

“Anytime, Love.”

Jade turned back to the table to tidy up and wear her gear, but Ghost could only stand dumbfounded at the word that just came out of her mouth.

Love.

Thank the heavens he’d worn the mask already or she would find his face as red as her hair. Fuck.

Well, at least that’s an improvement from ‘Beanpole’.

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Alejandro arrived ten minutes after his call with Jade driving an SUV alone. He found the safehouse after Laswell had given him the location. Alejandro was welcomed by Ghost and Jade already outside, gears on and ready to go.

“¡Hola, Ghost, Jade!” Alejandro shouted to them as he stopped beside the wooden cabin, a wide grin on his face. He got off the car to approach Jade, who had the same grin on her face and hugged the woman as a greeting. Ghost's body tensed beside them.

“Cómo estás, Hermana.” The Mexican colonel said, patting Jade’s back in the hug.

“Muy bien, muy bien, Coronel.”

Seeing Jade smile like that while in someone else’s embrace irked Ghost. Huh.

Alejandro leaned back, looking at the lieutenant up and down, “You good, Ghost?”

“Not dead yet.” He replied.

“Good to see you alive, Hermano. If you both are ready, we can get out of here, and we’ll get you both home.”

Something clicked in Jade’s mind. “Oh, Lord. I forgot one of my knives under the bed. Sorry, can I go back for a sec?”

“Sure.” Alejandro replied, leaning back to the side of the car before Jade walked towards the warehouse to find her blades.

As both men waited, the Mexican glanced at Ghost, who was staring at the woman’s back as she walked her way to the cabin. He knew that since the Las Almas mission, something was going on between these two Brits, prompting an amused scoff out of him.

“Told you not to get lost.”

The Brit flinched and looked at Alejandro, a small smile on his lips. He remembered the last thing that he’d said before leaving Las Almas along with the rest of 141.

‘¡No te pierdas, Carnal!’

Ghost only scoffed, shifting his weight to his leg, recalling a conversation he had years ago with Price back in the SAS base.

“You ever think about settlin’ down, Simon?”

“....No.”

“Maybe we’ll break a leg, get shot, and our career’s over. Think you’ll find yourself a woman?”

“...She’s got to be one crazy bird, then.”

A wheeze from the captain, “Takes crazy to love crazy, innit.”

“If only there’s a woman insane enough to love me.”

With the sight of Jade running back their way with the said knife, Ghost turned to Alejandro, surprising him a little bit as he didn’t expect Ghost to say anything, saying,

“I’m found, Hermano.”

The Mexican colonel laughed at Ghost’s response and patted his back. “That you are. Now let’s get you home.”

fin

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rv3rblog · 8 months

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dog tags || kyle “gaz” garrick

gaz x male!reader

warnings: general smut warning, top!gaz, bottom!reader, praise, degradation, edging, overstimulation, oral (reader receiving), fingering (reader receiving), penetration (reader receiving), breeding kink mention

18+ // MDNI

based on this headcannon post (nearing the end) and this post

wore count: 3.4k

note: i fought demons.

synopsis: gaz really likes you wearing his dogtags.

it’s a quiet day in your apartment. both you and kyle enjoying a day in. your head was resting on his thigh and his hand kept carressing your head. neither of you speaking, instead watching the show on the television.

you had decided a while ago, what show the two of you would watch together. interested in the show, you don’t notice kyle’s gaze on you.

“hey doll?” he says.

you hum, acknowledging him.

“come here.”

you look up at him, slightly confused as to what he means.

it’s when he taps his lap when you realize where he wants you. you move to sit up and smile softly at him, your body moving to sit on his lap. his hands move to your waist once you’re situated, humming contently as he feels you close to him.

“missed you a lot,” he whispers.

you look down at him, a hand wrapping the back of his neck, your fingers slightly scratching him.

“i missed you too,” you reply truthfully.

it was always hard, being away from kyle when he goes off on missions. you don’t press for details, never do. you let him talk about them if he wants — funny moments here and there. he tells you about jokes ghost and soap said on comms and about moments between him and price.

when kyle comes back — because he always comes back — the two of you stay close to each other. always wanting to be around each other, soak up what you two missed and for the next time he left.

kyle keeps his hands on your waist for a bit and then starts to move them up your body, his fingers grazing your side lovingly. he moves his hands higher and higher, grasping your face softly as he moves you down to be able to kiss you.

the way kyle kisses you depends on the mood between the two of you.

when he sees you after being deployed, he kisses you sweetly. it’s full of longing, a lingering message of i love you and i missed you.

when it’s morning, he kisses you softly. a small kiss, nothing too long for it’s just morning. he whines when you try to get up, his hand around your waist tightens and then you whine that you have to use the restroom. he kisses you softly, lovingly. it’s full of i love yous and im happy.

sometimes, the kisses are short. a small peck while the two of you dance around the kitchen as yall cook. these kisses are full of laughter, full of joy.

other times, they’re lustful. they have an end goal, kyle wanting you under him moaning and all fucked out on his cock.

this kiss, this kiss is lustful.

his hold on your face hardened slightly and he keeps pushing up against you. you whine quietly into the kiss. it’s passionate. his tongue enters your mouth, exploring it even though he has done this a million times.

when you pull back, you’re breathless. kyle chases after your lips in a daze and there’s a string of saliva connecting the two of you.

“kyle,” you whisper.

you don’t get to finish, he kisses you again. you whine into the kiss. you can feel yourself buck against kyle’s hips and the both of you moan into the kiss.

he smiles against the kiss and he pulls back. this time, you’re the one going after his lips.

kyle moves a hand from your face down to your neck. his finger traces the chain around your neck and then he pulls the necklace out from under your shirt.

his dogtags.

you had asked him once, why he didn’t just leave them with you. he answered that if he could he would, but regulations wouldn’t allow him too.

“my pretty boy,” he whispers. “keeping it safe for me hm?”

you laugh softly at that and nod your head. you know what’s coming. to you, kyle is easy to read. his pupils seem to dilate at the sight of you wearing his tags and he hums contently as he sees his dog tags laying comfortably on your chest.

he stays silent as he drinks in the sight of you on his lap, with his claim on you.

kyle looks at you with adoration in his eyes. you feel your cheeks warming up and your turn your head away from him, trying to aviod looking into his eyes.

“oh no baby,” he says as he grabs your face to look at him. “no need to be shy pretty boy.”

there’s a small pout on your lips as he makes you hold eye contact with him. he smiles at you, a little too cocky for your liking.

“what are you thinking about kyle?” you ask softly, grinding slowly against him. “what’s got you excited?”

kyle moves the other hand from your face to the back of your neck, playing with your hair. meanwhile, his other hand moves down to your waist, squeezing it.

“you know what darlin..” he says lowly.

“indulge me.”

he moves his eyes from his dog tags on your chest to your eyes. he tilts his head as he smirks up at you.

“you’re a real pretty thing darlin,” he purrs. “my pretty boy, yeah?”

the hand that was on your neck moves to the chain and tugs you down. your face inches away from him.

“this?” he says, twirling the chain around his finger. “this makes you mine.”

he leans forward and bites your lip and pulls back.

“kyle-” you start.

“yeah baby? what is it?” he asks with a faux pout.

you huff out a breath and squirm on his lap. kyle��s grip on your waist tightens even more and you let out a soft laugh. he tugs softly at the necklace around your neck, signaling you to kiss him.

you lower your head and kiss him. your hands move to his shoulder to the back of his head to pull him closer. both of you grind against each other, a shaky moan leaving both your lips.

“fuck, up baby come on.” he whispers as he pulls away. “bedroom. come on.”

you laugh softly and as you climb off his lap and go to stand up he squeezes your ass. he stands behind you, his hands on your waist as he grinds against you.

“wanna bend you over and fuck you right here daring,” he whispers against your ear.

you whine softly. “why don’t you?”

“haven’t prepped you, can’t hurt you just because im horny can i baby?”

you hum softly and place your hands on top of his.

“okay,” you say softly. “come on then.”

the walk to the bedroom isn’t long. kyle walks closely behind you nipping at your neck. it isn’t until you reach the room and close the door he fully gets on you.

he pushes you against the door and grabs your face, kisses you passionately. he nips at your bottom lip and smiles against your lips when he feels your hips buck up trying to find some friction.

“always so needy,” he mumbles against your lips.

he moves to place a thigh between your legs and presses against your crotch.

“go on darling, take what you need.”

you whine as he kisses you again, just as hard as before. you grind against his thigh and moan into the kiss. kyle eats your moans greedily.

he moves his lips away from yours and starts to trail kisses down. he bites against your jaw and sucks softly against the skin. your breath hitches and you grip onto his shoulders.

he continues to move downwards, his lips on your neck now. he leaves wet kisses and sucks on the skin. he bites the skin connecting your neck and shoulder which causes you to gasp.

“mm?” kyle hums against your skin. “hurt?”

you swallow thickly and shake your head. “nono, ‘s fine.”

he kisses the same spot he bit you and moved to unbuckle your jeans.

“this ok?” he whispers softly.

“mhm, it’s okay.” you reply.

he hums softly and fully unbuckles your jeans. he goes down onto his knees and pulls your jeans down.

“look at you baby, so needy,” he muses.

you huff out a laugh and place your hand on the back of his neck.

“such a pretty boy,” he continues.

“come on ky, don’t be a tease,” you tell him.

“baby you know i could be way worse of a tease.”

kyle then moves to kiss your cock through your briefs, his mouth warm against you.

“fuck-” you whimper.

you feel him laugh against you. his tongue then moves to lick you through your briefs, leaving wet marks against you. your grip tightens against his neck and pulls back.

“nuh uh darling, not like that.” he reperminds you.

you nod slowly and move your hand away from his neck, placing it on top of his head.

kyle smiled up at you and then moved to pull your briefs down. your breath hitched as the cold air hit your tip.

it didn’t take long dor kyle to continue teasing you.

he wrapped his hand around the base and gave you a couple dry strokes. you whined softly and thrusted into his grip and he looked up at you, giving you a warning.

he then moved to lick your tip, keeping his grip around your base.

“ky-”

“be patient darling.”

his lips wrapped around your tip and you let out a soft groan. your eyes moved to look at kyle and he was already looking at you. he then moved his head forward, taking more of you. he stilled and kept a hand on your hip to prevent you from thrusting into his mouth.

this other hand was still on you, what he couldn’t fit he would stroke in time with the way he bobbed his head.

whenever you let out a moan, he hummed appreciatively around you.

kyle could feel your legs start to shake and your stomach tense.

he kept going for a little longer before pulling back which got a whine from you.

when you looked down at him he gave you a smirk and got up from the ground. he tugged at his dogtags around your neck and then walked to the bed, his finger still hooked on the chain making you follow him.

he pushed down onto the bed and took off his jeans and briefs. he sat down on your lap and started kissing you again.

it was slow. his hands holding onto your face as he grinded softly against you, both of you moaning into the kiss. you move to grab onto his hips, helping him grind against you.

kyle chuckles as he moves his lips onto your jaw, biting softy again. he moves a hand down your body and wraps it around both of you.

“spit,” he tells you.

his voice is commanding and you obey. you spit onto your cocks and watch as he starts to stroke both of you.

your grip around his hips tighten as you watch. kyle takes that opportunity to kiss your neck again, biting and sucking your skin.

“let me tell you what i plan to do to you yeah?” he whispers against your neck. “i’m gonna finger you, get you ready for me. i’m gonna have you come untouched, just by my fingers in you.”

his grip tightens and you whine loudly, throwing your head back.

“and then, i’m going to continue fingering you. i’m gonna make you bed for my cock and then…” he bites hard onto your neck, causing you to let out a broken moan. “then i’m going to fuck you slowly at first. i want to hear you bed for me. then, if you’re a good boy, i’ll give you what you want.”

his words are broken with moans as he starts to go faster. you moan as his pace quickens, as his words sink in.

“then, i’ll let you cum on my cock. that sound good baby? you gonna cum on my cock like a good boy?” he asks seductively.

“mhm- fuck yes kyle- fuck whatever you want.” you whine as you thrust your hips into his hand.

“maybe.. if you bed even more. i’ll cum in you. want me to breed you?” he whispers against your skin.

he’s looking up at you, his lips against your neck. you twitch in his hand and he chuckles, biting your neck softly.

“oh you like that don’t you?” he asks confidently. “you want me to breed you baby?”

“kyle,” you whine.

“yes? or no darling?” he asks.

“mhm, yes. yesyes please.”

you can feel him smile against your neck and his pace slows down.

“lay down baby, come on now.” he tells you.

you follow his instructions easily.

“now that’s a good boy,” he whispers softly.

he grabs the lube from the bedside table and hovers over you.

“bring your knees up,” he tells you. “good boy.”

he opens the cap and puts some on his fingers. he moves his hand down and teases your entrance with a finger. it causes you to buck your lips with a pout on your lips.

“come on don’t tease kyle,” you whine. “not right now. please.”

he chuckles softly and nods his head with a fake pout on his lips.

“okay darling,” he tells you. “alright then.”

when the first finger goes in, you let out a shaky breath. he stays still and when you nod your head he starts to thrust the finger in and out of you.

he watches your face as he does so. when you ask for another finger he gives it to you. he watches as you whine and your eyes flutter close.

“good boy,” he praises. “you’re doing so good for me.”

he continues to slowly thrust. he keeps his eyes on you and it overwhelms you. you can feel your cheeks warming up and you whine softly.

it’s when he curls his fingers, hitting your prostate, when you let out a choked moan. your back arches off the bed and he smiles cockily at you.

“mm.. here?” he asks as he hits your prostate again.

his eyes are on you as you moan again, nodding your head frantically as he continues to hit your prostate. he leans down to kiss you and inserts a third finger while you’re distracted.

the stretch is there, the pain dull with how often he hits your prostate.

“look so pretty baby,” he mutters. “look at how well you’re taking my fingers darling.”

you whine, your eyes closed due to the pleasure of how often he’s hitting your prostate. you can feel his other hand on your skin and then you feel him tug at the chain.

“i said look,” he tells you.

you whine as you open your eyes, choke out a moan when you see how his fingers keep going in and out of you.

“good boy,” he coos.

he keeps his eyes on your face as you watch his fingers. his eyes drift down towards your cock and hums softly.

“you’re dripping darling,” he whispers. “look at yourself. such a pathetic boy, so needy for my cock huh?”

“mhm fuck.”

he coos at you and kisses you. you feel your stomach tighten and kyle chuckles.

“clenching around me?” he whispers into the kiss. “you gonna cum?”

you whine. “my cock-”

“no baby, on my fingers or i won’t let you cum at all,” he reminds you. “don’t you want to be good for me?”

you whine as you nod your head. broken moans leaving your lips as he continues to thrust his fingers in and out of you. your eyes fall closed and kyle doesn’t bother reprimanding you.

it’s when you feel your cock twitch, your back arching, when you know you’re about to cum.

“ky-” you moan. “kyle can i-”

“go ahead baby, cum on my fingers.”

you feel your cum hit your stomach and chest and you moan kyle’s name. you try catching your breath as you come down your high and whine at the feeling of overstimulation as kyle continues to finger you.

“one more baby, then i’ll give you my cock okay?” he asks. “that okay darling.”

you let out a moan, “yes- fuck. yes.”

he smiles and kisses you softly as he continues. he changes his pace a couple times, wanting to draw out the time between your orgasmas.

he chuckles softly as you clench around his fingers again.

“go on baby,” he tells you. “cum whenever you want.”

you cum again, spraying all over yourself again and he slowly pulls his fingers out of you.

you whine at the loss and he kisses your forehead.

“still okay?” he asks.

“yeah,” you reply softly.

he pours lube on his cock and strokes himself a couple times before lining up agaisnt your hole.

he goes in slowly. the stretch hurting a little bit even though he prepped you earlier. you whimper softly as you grip onto his shoulders, nails digging in.

“take what you need daring,” he says.

he continues to go in and when he bottoms out both of you moan. he stays still for a minute, giving you time to adjust to

him. you squirm a little bit and nod at him.

“you can move,” you tell him.

he hums softly and moves slowly at first. he watches as your face twists in pleasure and your grip on his shoulder loosens a little.

one hand moves down onto the bed sheets and he grabs it, intertwining your fingers together.

“so good for me baby,” he praises. “such a good boy for me.”

he stays at the same pace and you remember his words from earlier.

“more,” you whisper softly.

“hm?” he asks.

“faster kyle please,” you beg.

“like.. this?”

he picks up his pace but his thrusts are shallow. you whine at the change and shake your head.

“harder too,” you whine. “please kyle- you know you want to- fuck.”

he starts to thrust harder against you. his hand tightening around yours. your hand on his shoulder starts to dig in again. you open your eyes to see him watching the chain around your neck.

“fuck kyle, you like it that much on me?” you asks, your words broken by moans.

“you think i wouldn’t baby?” he asks as he thrust harsher into you. “it’s my mark on you. my claim.”

you moan at that.

“means you’re mine,” he continues. “my boy. my boyfriend. mine.”

you nod your head frantically.

“yours kyle. only yours.”

he hums softly. you clench around him again, overstimulated from your previous two orgasams.

“gonna cum baby?” he asks.

you nod.

“go ahead baby,” he tells you.

“no,” you whine. “wanna- fuck wanna cum with you.”

he groans at that and picks up his pace. his hand tightening against yours. you feel him twitch inside of you and you moan.

kyle revels in your noises so you keep making them.

“go on baby, cum for me yeah?” he says. “go ahead. be a good boy.”

at that, you cum for the third time. once more spilling onto your stomach and chest.

kyle thrusts into you a couple more times and then spills into you. it feels warm and you whine at the feeling.

both of you pant and once coming down from your highs, you kiss each other softly.

“gonna pull out now,” he whispers.

you nod your head and whimper as he does so. you feel him spill out of you and you crinkle your nose.

“i’ll be back,” he says as he kisses your forehead.

he comes back with a warm washcloth and a glass of water. he cleans your legs and makes sure to get off your cum and his.

you drink some water and hand him the glass. he takes a couple sips and once both of you are ready, he leans down next to you.

you lean into him as he wraps his arms around your waist. a hand going back to trace the chain on your neck.

“you really do like it huh,” you tease.

“i really do,” he replies. “means you’re mine.”

you hum at that and give him a quick kiss.

“i love you,” you tell him.

“i love you,” he replies, squeezing your waist.

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garbagecxre · 25 days

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You Know I'm Good For It (+18)

summary: It's your day off, and you want to spend it with your loving partner, but his work has him caught up and missing the lunch date you had broken you back to prepare. How will he apologize for this disrespect, you wonder?

warnings: raunchy smut, heavy nsfw, eating out, squirting, she gets it on the table lmao, sex in the spider cave, some spanish sprinkled in there!

dom!miguel x sub!reader

wc: 2.2k~

note: this is my first fic in a VERY LONG TIME, so sorry if it's kinda basic, i'm trying to put myself out there first. i do have many other pieces planned, so pls follow me!!

Your feet were like fire as you stormed out of the cave mouth and towards the dias, a plate of hot food steady in your hand.

“Bebo, viente,” You call to him once you reach the bottom, but get not response. Sucking your teeth, you crane your neck to look over his hunched form, but the width of his shoulders block almost everything. Heaving a frustrated sigh, you walk around the dias to face him and call out, “Lyla, can we have a minute?”

The AI assistant and mutant jump in unison, then swing their heads around to face you. Miguel’s fangs were out, and his mouth was twisted in a snarl. Previously frustrated by something, no doubt. Lyla, on the other hand, began to shrink away in guilt like she’d gotten caught provoking the giant. You didn’t care to ask, only smirked at her as she disappeared into the virtual ether.

Miguel begins stepping down from the dias, shoulders slumping a bit as he closes the distance. His towering form greets you and leans over to plant a kiss atop your head. You huff, almost shoving the plate in his hands.

“Cabron, you’re annoying as hell,” you began before Miguel got to open his mouth, finger already jabbed into his chest, “first, I tried to ping you, tell you food was ready. But no, you don’t even acknowledge that, and I know Lyla read my message out to you!”

Lyla from a distant comm replies, “I did! Many times!”

“Many times!” You repeat, “Then, I sent people down here to tell you that food was ready. I sent Ben down here, and what did you do? You fucking made him cry! Why did you do that?”

All the mutant could do was blink in stunned silence as he listened to your rant. The only response he gives you was some blubbering, “Pero, mi nena, I—”

“Save it,” you hold a hand up, “I was trying to be nice and play housewife on my day off, but it seems that your work is more important than my cooking.” There was a pout lining her speech.

Miguel notices the shift in tone and immediately melts on top of you, pulling you into a one-armed embrace.

“I’m so sorry, mi beba,” he mutters into your hair, tightening his grip a little, “this is an important case I had to take care of.”

“And that’s supposed to make me feel better?” You cut him off, head shooting up to glare at him, “You made me wait almost an hour!”

“Okay, that’s on me, I’ll admit. But, I’m done now, and you have me all to yourself.” You feel a hand slide down your waist as he spoke, “I can make it up to you.”

“How the hell will you do that?” You reach around to swat his hands away, but his next words stop you in your tracks.

“I could eat you out.” The superhero’s words grant him a hard smack to the chest that has him quickly rebalancing his plate, “Ay, mi nena, don’t be like that.” He sets his plate down on a nearby work bench and pulls you in for a proper embrace, “When’s the last time I made you squirt, hm?”

“Stop, I’m not in the mood,” you start to pull away from his arms, but his grip remains firm around your waist. With a huff, you cross your arms against your chest to get as much distance as possible between you and the spider-man.

“I can change that,” he replies, hands lowering to her ass.

You scoff, “oh really? Like I’ll fall for it.”

“You can’t resist me, beba, we both know this.” Miguel’s words became like honey at that moment, then his hands find purchase around your thighs, and you feel yourself being hoisted up. You yelp, legs wrapping around his waist on instinct. Your vision is temporarily blocked, but you could feel the low chuckle rumble within his chest.

You smack his chest lightly with a pout, “Not funny!” Your eyes look everywhere but up into your lover’s, cheeks growing hot with embarrassment.

Miguel nudges your temple in an attempt to get you to look up at him. When you don’t budge, he parts his lips to let out a soft growl, causing the hairs on the back of your neck to stand and your head to jerk up and face your boyfriend.

“You know I’m good for it, beba,” you had trouble looking into his eyes, but for different reasons now. It was like a cloud of lust was cast over is eyes, his lids were hooded, and his gaze was no longer on yours. You cursed under your breath, forgetting about the slip dress you’d hastily donned before coming down here, braless and pressed against Miguel’s chest, presenting ample cleavage to him. You could almost see the bead of saliva start to form at the corner of his lips.

“You’ve been down here by yourself for too long,” you huff but relax into his arms, surrendering yourself a little to the giant male. “Let’s go home and—” You were cut off by teeth grazing the side of your neck, forcing a shuddering breath to escape your lips. You were no longer able to utter another word as his tongue pokes out and laps at the sensitive flesh caught in his jaws. All you could do was release another shuddered breath and finally melt into his embrace.

“That’s my good girl,” you feel his lips form the words against your skin, then he picks a spot to suck on gently while his hands begin to explore your body. He cups the underside of your ass as he bites a hickey into your flesh, your moan echoes throughout the cave.

“Bebo, please,” you whine, tilting your head back a bit to invite him in, “Let’s go somewhere more private—”

“Can’t wait,” He grumbles, arms tightening around so much that you can feel the rising bulge pressing up against your navel. You curse under your breath, straining your gaze to catch a glimpse of your dress having been hiked up by said bulge.

You curse again and look back into his lust stricken gaze, “Work bench,” you say, eyes darting towards the steel table behind him. His hulking form turns to acknowledge it before swinging you around like a rag doll and settling you down on top of its metal surface. You hiss as the cold steel stings your bare thighs.

He doesn’t lean in to kiss you, nor does spare another glance your way before dropping to his knees, irises now glowing red and fixated on your exposed sex. You knew that it was easier to accept your fate when he got like this. So, leaning back against your forearms, your fingertips slowly curl into the light fabric of your dress. A gentle tug was all you needed to expose the rest and earn a growl of approval from the beast.

You bite back a moan as Miguel’s hot breath is like silk against your sex. Your legs moved like they had a mind of their own, spreading a little wider and giving more access to the man before you. The first contact between his tongue and your clit was like lightning, your hips buck up and lips part in a soft gasp. He gives you a few seconds to relax before poking his hot tongue back out to lap slow and sensual circles around your clit, a satisfied groan rumbles deep in his chest as the taste of your essence coats his tongue.

“Please,” you manage to get out between moans, “don’t fucking tease me.” No verbal response from the beast, only a quickened pace of his tongue. You buck your hips once more and gasp loudly, white-hot rods of pleasure shoot up your spine and spread throughout your body. Miguel has to grab hold of your thighs to keep your hips still while you writhe under him, but his tongue remains merciless, lapping up the glistening pearl between your legs. You had no choice but to take all of what he’s giving you and then some.

A mixture of your hips bucking against his ever tightening grip and the fast lapping of his tongue had you almost wailing out. You saw sparks in your vision and at this moment, you had no control over your body; your moans barely sounded like your own, they came out almost like a growl, something you’ve heard your lover do many times. Miguel’s only response was to flick his tongue faster against your clit, silently encouraging more of those primal sounds from you. It was maddening how good he was at making you scream, how easy it was to make your back arch off the table and make your thighs clench tight around his head.

Your orgasm came in waves, first your toes begin to curl, then your hips start to shake and buck uncontrollably. With a final gasping cry, your back forms a deep arch off the cool surface, and you release all over his mouth and chin, a puddle forming beneath the both of you. But, his tongue doesn’t stop, you realize, and the pressure begins to build up a second time. You couldn’t brace yourself fast enough for the second orgasm, and he didn’t stop until the puddle became a pool, and you lay limp on top of the warmed steel.

Your eyes were glazed over, the only sound that could be heard throughout the cave were the sound of your whimpers. Miguel stood, the lower half of his suit dissolving as his hands grab your thighs once more. You feel something softly plop against your navel, looking down you notice your lover’s lower half naked and his erect cock pointing at you, precum slowly dripping out of its angry red tip and creating a small pool on your skin. It twitched in response as his eyes finally landed on you, gaze scanning your half exposed body and drinking it all in.

“Que buena eres,” the mutant’s voice comes out hoarse and breathy, your response was a whine and another buck of your hips. You were weak, and your desire left you hot and desperate for more, you wanted nothing more than to be broken over and over again on this table. Taking this as a sign to waste no more of your time, he grabs your hips and pushes himself past your folds. Yours and Miguel’s combined moans fill the cave, the warmth encasing him nearly making him crumble where he stood.

“Fuck,” he hisses, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your waist, “tell me when to move, beba.”

“Move!” You breathe as your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him deeper inside your heat. With a growl, he pries your legs back apart, bringing them to rest on his shoulders instead. His hips begin to move, a moderate pace that had you moaning softly, but it wasn’t enough. You watch Miguel’s brows push together as he struggles to keep his pace without hurting you. You grab his hand and bring it up to your throat, a silent message giving him your consent to let go.

He takes it gratefully, hand wrapping around your neck tight, but not enough to cut off your breathing. His hips gradually pick up in pace, his glowing eyes were trained on yours as the force of his thrusts nearly knocks over the table. This only encourages him though, hands gripping your thighs even tighter as his thrusts become erratic. The force of it all brought tears to your eyes, your mouth hung open as moans and cries just fell out. You were a pathetic mess under the mutant, the previous orgasms rendering you useless against his strength.

He only stopped when your cunt pushed him out and a steady stream of clear liquid hits his crotch. You were crying and writhing against his grip as your orgasm consumed your entire body. He barely gives you time to feel the pleasure before sliding back in with the same ferocity as before, hands now gripped around your calves. He spreads your legs wide so he could get a good view of your limp and sweaty body, lips parting in a snarl as his pace once again quickens so much that the pattern of his thrusts become erratic. Miguel loses himself in the pleasure, growls and grunts being the main sounds that fill the room. Your whimpers can’t even be heard over the sound of skin slapping against one another.

Finally, you feel his hips stutter and look up to see his face contorted in pure ecstasy. For a second, you could feel Miguel’s entire body tense, and then hot ribbons of cum coat your walls. You sigh out as your lover leans over and rests his upper half atop you, arms now wrapped tight around your waist. He sighs against your neck, leaving soft pecks on damp flesh. For a while, you both lay like this and catch your breath.

Then, Miguel stands straight again, his suite once again fully intact, “I’d clean you up, but I don’t have any supplies here,” He says sheepishly, “I could carry you back to the house if you want.”

“You know what,” you wave your hand lazily, “it’s the least you could do for making me wait an hour.”

“What, my dick wasn’t enough?” Miguel quickly ducks as a foreign object came flying at him, “Alright, alright, come here.” He chuckles, scooping your weak body into his arms. As he walks into the cave mouth, he pulls you in a little closer to whisper, “So… You think you’ll be up for round two when we get home?”

FIN

#writeblr #smut #miguel o'hara #miguel spiderverse #miguel x reader #spiderman 2099 #across the spiderverse #fanfic #miguel x you #miguel x y/n #miguel atsv

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prismuffin · 1 year

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Hey!! Can I request a top male reader x Price. Reader is new to the 141 team, Laswell recruited him for the team. Little does the team know Price and reader are married, they do know that Price is married tho. The team finds out when they catch a shirtless, pants-undone Male Reader literally on top of Price, who is shirtless, only in boxers, and covered in hickeys (They were being a little too loud).

A/n: KSKSJFHSKFJHSJ YESSSS ugh he has no right to be that hot idk- also the gif>>>>

“PRICE?!”

John Price x top!male!reader

( summary: after hearing their captain's groans of pain throughout base they rush to his room only to see him underneath you, definitely not in pain )

warnings?: light swearing, light smut but it's not directly talked about

C/n means code name!

!-!more under the cut!-!

The team waited patiently as Laswell left to go grab who was supposed to be their newest recruit. She seemed to be almost laughing to herself as she described your skills and explained why you'll be a great asset to the team. For once, Price was actually unsure about who this new recruit could be, but they seemed to be well trained and very skilled from what he can gather. The door opened again, and their attention snapped to it as Laswell walked in with their newest recruit. "Boys, meet Y/n L/n, otherwise known as C/n." Price almost audibly gasped at the sight of you. His husband. Is that why Laswell was laughing? Cause she knew the whole time? "C/n? How'd you get that name?" Soap's Scottish accent cut through the room and you chuckled, "You don't wanna know." A smirk found it's way to your face as your eyes scanned over the team before landing on Price. You stared at him as Laswell introduced everyone, telling you their names and ranks, though you didn't seem to care about anyone but Price, which the team noticed. They decided not to think much of it, and some really didn't care at all (I'm looking at you Ghost).

After the meeting, Price was assigned to show you around, and by that I mean he volunteered. "I just can't believe you didn't tell me you were switching!" He whisper yelled to you as you walked together. There was a hint of amusement in his voice though he did seem to be at least a little mad at you. "What can I say? I just wanted to spend more time with my husband." You stopped walking, grabbing his waist slowly while smirking. He was quick to swat your hands away and you pouted, "What? You didn't miss me at all?" You faked a hurt expression but smiled when John rolled his eyes playfully. "Of course I miss you, I just wish I'd have gotten a bit of a bloody warnin eh?" You crossed your arms and shrugged, "Laswell thought it'd be funny." He scoffed muttering an "unbelievable," as he began walking again. You chuckled and smirked as you caught up to him, slapping his ass. He gasped and hit your arm which hurt more than you'd like to admit. You said sorry even though you clearly weren't and attempted to grab his hand only to get slapped away. You attempted again and he denied once more, that didn't stop you from trying the entire rest of the time you guys walked around base, he settled with holding your pinkie whenever no one else was in sight.

It's been about a week since you join 141 and you've mostly made friends with everyone. You'd heard a lot about Gaz from your husband so it was easy to click with him when you brought up stuff you knew he'd relate to. Soap was just easy to get along with in general and that Ghost guy is someone you're still working on. Either way currently the team had just gotten back from a small mission, they’d left both you and Price back at base for recon. After the mission was done they’d said their goodbyes over comms and took their short flight back to base. Walking in from the hanger, they all chatted - though it was mostly Gaz and Soap, Ghost didn’t mind listening in. “Aw man you should’ve seen that guys face when he realized he was out of bullets!” Gaz laughed with Soap, even Ghost let out a silent nose laugh at the two. “Yo y’alright lad?” Soap asked as he noticed that gaz had stopped laughing. “Did you hear that?” He asked and Soap slowly shook his head. “Lt?” Soap questioned and Ghost also shook his head. “Maybe you’re hearing things mate-“ Soap stopped talking abruptly as what sounded like a groan rang through the halls. “See there it is again!” “Ohhh yeah I heard that one! Ey LT, wanna check it out?” Soap shot Ghost a grin and he huffed.

“Ahh, shit-“ “Sounds like Price-“ Ghost said only to be cut off by Gaz. “You think he’s hurt?” “Doubt he’s hurt, sounds more like-“ Gaz hurried off causing Soap to laugh as Ghost sighed, following the two as they speed walk through the halls. Their captains groans only got louder the closer they got, curses being added in sometimes here and there. As they neared the shut door to Price’s room Gaz began walking a bit faster, obviously worried for his father friend. A “MmmphFuck- Y/n~” stopped Soap in his tracks, “wait that doesn’t sound like-“ Gaz busted the door open, his jaw dropping as he took in the sight before him. Price was stripped down to nothing but his boxers, his neck and chest and the inner bits of his thighs were covered in purple bruises. You hovered on top of him, pants unbuttoned, staring at the three new guests that entered the room. “Ahh shit I thought I locked the door..” they heard you mumble, all three of their eyes wide in shock.

“PRICE?!”

Gaz yelling seemingly knocked everyone (but you) out of their shocked trances. “Christ!” John shot up, bumping into your form, causing you to stumble back, gripping at the bed as to not fall. “Oh. Ohohoho-“ Soap started as he looked between the both of you. Soon after, he busted out laughing and unlike before he was the only one doing so. “Respectfully Sir, what the actual hell did I just walk in on?” Ghost spoke over Soaps loud laughter and Price could do nothing but stutter out useless excuses. “Aren’t you married?!” Gaz yelled and Soap immediately stopped laughing at that. “Ohhhhh Captain, cheating on your spouse? Not cool,” Soap looked shocked and you smirked, looking between both parties. “I’m not cheating on my-“ “Not cheating?! You’re practically naked and being fondled by this- this- new guy!” Gaz almost looked betrayed as he held his arm out towards your figure to emphasize his point. You failed to stifle a laugh and Price shot you an unimpressed look. “Gaz, calm down im not cheating on my Husband, he is my husband.” You nodded and both Soap and Gaz looked between each other. “Huh??” “Yup, it’s true I married this old guy.” You crossed your arms and jumped, feeling Price pinch you teasingly for your choice of words. “Wait so- your husband joined the team and you two didn’t say anything?!” Soap asked and you laughed, “I thought it’d be funny.” Price sighed, “It wasn’t relevant information at the time.” You shot him a false betrayed look as Gaz and Soap went silent. A deep chuckle from behind the two caught everyone attention. Simon “Ghost” Riley stood there, shoulders bouncing in what appeared to be silent laughter. “Fucking ‘ell, you lot really are something else.” He muttered and Soap’s face broke out into a grin as he started to laugh again. “I can’t believe I didn’t know.” Gaz spoke and you scoffed with a roll of your eyes. “Yeah yeah, this is all very funny but if you’ll excuse me I’d like to go back to what I was doing.” You motioned your head towards Price with a wide smirk as his face started turning red. Gaz looked borderline mortified and was quick to leave, Ghost and Soap following shortly after, though not without Soap throwing you a wink from over his shoulder.

Price groaned after the door shut, flopping backwards onto the bed with his face placed in his hands. You grabbed one, pulling it off of his face before planting a soft kiss to his cheek with a chuckle. "Sorry love, I could've sworn I locked the door." He sighed, "It's fine, s'not entirely your fault I was kind of being loud..." He mumbled and you laughed, placing a kiss to the corner of his lips. "Do you want to continue?" You asked, not so subtly grinding your hips down to resume the previous friction. He let out a breathy moan at the feeling before staring into your eyes and nodding slowly. Your face broke out into a grin as you leaned up a bit more, pulling his other hand away from his face and planting a proper kiss to his lips. That night, Price had tried to keep it down though with practically everyone already knowing what you both were up to there was really no point.

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vodika-vibes · 2 months

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Hello! First, I want to congratulate you on your follower celebration! Second, I was hoping to make a request.

Could you do a Crosshair x f!reader with acacia and jonquil?❤️

It Wasn't Love At First Sight

Summary: You've been secretly dating Crosshair for several years now, and so far no one's caught you. But after a late night rendezvous, Shaak Ti figures out the truth.

Pairing: TBB Crosshair x F!Reader

Word Count: 1852

Warning: Smut, oral F receiving

Prompts: Acacia - Secret Love, Jonquil - long term loyalty

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: Thank you! And Thank you for the Crosshair request! People were so nice to actually send me Crosshair requests! Also, I hope you don't mind that this got kind of smutty/spicy.

You stir when you hear a knock on your bedroom door, waking you from a deep sleep. A groan of annoyance falls from your lips, but you roll out of bed, and stumble over to the door, pressing the button to unlock it.

Crosshair, dressed in his dark armor and holding his helmet, is standing on the other side.

You blink at him blearily, “Cross?”

“Let me in, kitten, before I get caught.” He replies.

You yawn and move out of the way, allowing him to slide past you and into your private room. “What,” You pause as you yawn widely, “What’s wrong?” You ask.

“I wanted to see you,” Crosshair replies as he tosses his helmet on your bed, and then turns his dark gaze towards you, “Is that a problem?” He asks with an arched brow.

You yawn again, “You couldn’t have waited until morning?”

He lazily moves towards you, his strong arms sliding around your waist, and he lowers his head to press his face against your neck. You shiver when you feel his lips ghost across your skin, “Mm, you didn’t miss me at all?” Crosshair asks.

A soft hum leaves you, and then you wrap your arms around him, one of your hands tangling in his short hair. “Hardly noticed you were gone.” You say lightly as you press closer to him.

Crosshair chuckles low in his throat, “Is that right?” He lightly nips at your throat, “So all of the comms and holos you sent me were, what, figments of my imagination?”

“Must have been someone else.”

“Ah, so I should go and find them then.” Crosshair teases, he kisses the mark he left on your neck, and then pulls away to press his forehead against yours, his hand coming up to caress your cheek, “You got a holo code for them? I owe them about a month's worth of blue balls.”

“You poor thing,” You coo to him teasingly, “Your hand wasn’t good enough for you?”

“What can I say, I’m a man of discerning taste.”

You lightly scrape your fingers against his scalp, and he sighs under your touch, “Welcome back, Cross.” You whisper to him, “I missed you.”

“I know.” His lips curl into a small, but genuine, smile, “I missed you too.”

“Good.” You reply.

A soft laugh falls from him, and you think you love this Crosshair the most. When it’s just you and him, and there’s no need for any facade. When he allows himself to be warm and soft and loving, and when he allows you to be just as soft and loving right back to him.

It doesn’t happen often. In fact, the only time you see him like this is right after he returns from being gone for long periods of time.

It’s rare, and so you cherish it.

“You could start coming on missions with us,” Crosshair murmurs, “And then I won’t miss you so much.”

“But then we won’t have these little reunions,” You reply as you press a light kiss to his chin, “And then what would we do?”

He tilts his head so that his lips hover just over yours, “Or, we could have these reunions more often.”

“Mm, tempting.” You raise up onto your toes and press your lips against his, and Crosshair immediately responds, his grip around you tightening to an almost painful degree as he nips your lower lip, silently demanding that you give yourself to him.

As if he has to make such a demand, you’ve been his since the day you arrived on Kamino. And he’s been yours for just as long.

He walks you backwards toward your bed, and your fingers nimbly pop the seals of his armor, dropping the pieces on the floor with a careless unconcern that belies how much you care about his armor.

It keeps him alive, after all.

Crosshair absently pushes his helmet to the floor, and then lowers you to the bed, refusing to pull his lips away from yours for long enough to even remove your shirt, instead just pushing it up high enough that he’s able to touch everything that he wants.

You pull away from the kiss to catch your breath, “H-how long before Hunter starts looking for you?” You breathe out, a whine falling from your lips as he moves to a spot on your neck that never fails to make you whimper for him.

“Not long enough,” Crosshair admits, “Probably shouldn’t have come here at all. But I needed to see you.” He pulls away enough that he’s hovering over you, “Wrecker got hurt, and Hunter’s a little overprotective right now.” His dark eyes scan you, spread out in front of him, half naked, and he glides his fingers across your ribs. “Tell me to leave, kitten.” He whispers.

You lick your lips, and watch as his gaze tracks the motion, “You should leave.” You whisper obediently, though you also hook your arms around his neck to pull him back down to feel his warmth against you.

“Kriff,” He curses, “Yeah. I should.”

Crosshair pulls the top of his blacks off, and tosses them to the side, and then his hands move to the band of your sleep pants to ease them down your legs.

“I can see you’re getting right on that.” You breathe out, gasping when one of his fingers slides against your slit.

His gaze locks with yours, and a small smirk crosses his face, “Just one taste,” Crosshair says, “Just one. And then I’ll leave.”

He slides down your body and drapes one of your legs over his shoulders, his gaze still locked on your face as he leans in and wraps his lips around your clit.

Crosshair lied.

“Good morning, Doctor.”

You lift your gaze from your caf and peer up at the much taller woman who’s joining you at your small table. “Morning, Shaak.” You mumble, before turning your attention back to the flavor packets, trying to decide if you want mocha or caramel caf this morning.

The Jedi has a secretive smile on her lips, “Did you sleep well?”

“Yeah, something like that. Do you think the peppermint syrup is still good? When did we buy that?”

“Hm…probably around Life Day, so who knows.” Shaak replies, “I wouldn’t risk it personally, but I also don’t understand how you can drink that.”

“I learned in med school.” You pick up the peppermint syrup and eye it critically, before you pour some in your caf. If you die you die. At least you’ll die caffeinated.

“Hm.” Shaak takes a sip of her tea, looking like an actual queen. “How’s Crosshair?”

You blink at her, “Beg pardon?”

“Well, I know he went to your room last night and didn’t leave until early this morning-” Shaak says with a small smile.

“Uhhh…Am I allowed to say no comment?”

“Assuming it’s all consensual, I’m not going to yell at you.” She pauses, “It is consensual, right?”

“Of course it is, don’t be gross.”

“Then I’m more than happy to keep your secret.” Shaak says lightly. “May I ask…is it serious.”

“Oh my god, Shaak. I’m not talking to you about this.”

“Who else do you have to talk to about this?” Shaak asks reasonably, smirking when she sees you falter, “So? Is it?”

“Fine. Yes. It is. Can we stop now?”

“And you’re not seeing other people?”

“No! Of course not. I’m loyal to him and him alone.” You push your hand through your hair, “Shaak, look. I’ve loved him since the first time I saw him. It might not have been love at first sight, but it was pretty damn sure at first sight, okay?”

“Aww, that’s cute.”

“Ugh. I’m not cute. Cute is reserved for five year old girls, not women.”

Shaak smiles wider, “Does he feel the same?”

“How am I supposed to know? Do I look like a jedi to you?”

“I don’t know if you know this, but Crosshair doesn’t like talking about emotions.” You say dryly.

“Hm…good point.”

You eye the older woman suspiciously, but she seems like she’s done with the conversation, so instead you pick up your caf and take a sip.

And then a strong hand wraps around your upper arm and you’re dragged, unceremoniously, out of your seat by the Jedi. You yelp as you’re dragged into the hall, down another hall, and then through a sliding door into the darkened barracks room belonging to Clone Force 99.

“Good morning, boys~” Shaak chirps, before she unceremoniously shoves you into Crosshair, who’s forced to drop his armor to catch you.

You blink at Crosshair, absolutely befuddled, and he looks just as bewildered as you.

“Uh…General?” Hunter says slowly, “Is there a reason you’re throwing Doctors at us?” He asks as Crosshair lifts you to your feet and makes sure that you’re steady before he releases you.

“I have come to a decision,” Shaak says with a placid smile on her face, “Because of the missions you go on, I’ve decided you should have a doctor on your team. And I’m giving you her.”

You sputter, “You can’t do that!”

“I don’t have a problem with that.” Crosshair says at the same time, “It’ll save us from Hunter’s overprotective tendencies.”

You scowl at Crosshair, “The Jedi don’t pay my paycheck!”

“No, but the Kaminoans have a vested interest in making sure this group thrives.” Shaak points out, “So they’ll side with me.”

Your jaw drops, and then you sigh and fold your arms, “Fine. But the Marauder needs to be retrofitted with a proper medbay including a surgical suite. And I’m not sharing a room with them.”

“You’re being difficult, Doctor.”

“You want me to be Clone Force 99’s personal doctor, those are my conditions.” You say stubbornly.

Shaak grins, “Deal. It’ll be done before their next mission.” And then she’s gone.

You purse your lips and then turn and punch Crosshair on the shoulder, “This is your fault.”

He grins, a glimmer of triumph in his gaze, “I assure you, it isn’t.”

You scowl at him.

His grin broadens, “Cheer up, kitten. Now we can spend more time together.”

“Trapped in a metal can with five men is not my idea of a good time.” You counter, and then you sigh, “I have so much I have to do now. I have to transfer the cadets to other doctors, I have to make sure my files are complete, I have to…” You blink, “I’m not going to sleep for a week. I have to go.”

Crosshair catches your hand and tugs you back to him and kisses you, “Better?”

“I feel slightly less like committing jedicide, but I still have a million things I need to do.” You sigh and kiss his cheek, “And now you have to explain this to your brothers. So we’re both suffering. Love you. Bye.”

“Yeah, yeah. Love you too. Don’t work too hard.” Crosshair replies, and then you’re gone in a swirl of white coats and lavender scent, and Crosshair is left to deal with his brothers accusing gazes.

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angel-of-the-moons · 2 months

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How would Poe react if you sewed something for him? 👉👈 idk what, something nice or something silly. I think he'd appreciate it and I feel like he might be someone who's always giving gifts to ppl and no one thinks to get him anything.

Made With Love

Poe Dameron x Reader

TW/CW: None! Fluff!

A/N: As someone who sews a lot (sometimes by hand when I need to calm down) this is something I'd totally do askbdlsh

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You cursed as the needle slipped and pricked your finger, bright blood welling up in a tiny pinprick before you squeezed what your boyfriend designated your "blood-sponge".

It was just a spare chunk of fabric you sterilized every time you began sewing, because stabbing yourself with the thin little metal slivers was always inevitable. You had more callouses from hand-stitching and embroidering than you did working on fixing consoles and electronics.

You were an analyst, not just the person who repaired the much-needed tech for the Resistance.

A battle analyst, statistical analyst, a "tech jockey" some called you--but many simply knew you as Poe's "partner in crime" as you oversaw many of his flight missions and dogfights.

You tied off the last stitch and held the fabric up to the light.

Poe's last scarf had gotten torn to tatters in a cantina brawl; so, the next time you were planetside, you hit a local market and scored some nice fabric to knit him a new one. It was a wonderful pass-time for you, especially if you were stressed out. The repetitive motion of seeing and embroidering soothed your mind enough to relax. Once, Poe had even caught you passed out with a half-patched shirt clutched in your hands, your head lolled back on your chair, the angle making you snore loudly.

Poe actually had BB-8 snap a holo of it. He still says it's his favorite holo he has of you--completely relaxed and at peace. (Although the pain in your neck was awful when he picked you up and laid you in his bunk.)

The scarf you had made Poe this time had the Resistance emblem embroidered in bright colors to match his flight suit, as well as a tiny BB-8 next to it.

Just then, the voice of one of the air traffic monitors buzzes through your comm; "Hey, tech jockey. Your boyfriend's squad is back. If you high-tail it now, you'll be able to make it to the hangar before they land."

You grin and jump to your feet, folding the scarf and stuffing it in one of your deep back pockets as you made a mad scamper, scrambling to lace your boots back up to make your way to the hangar.

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"Poe!" You giggle excitedly, shouting across the hangar as the mechanics carefully extract BB-8 from Poe's X-Wing.

Poe turns to you with a grin, spreading his arms wide as you throw yourself into them; his thick limbs wrapping around you in a tight hug, picking you up and spinning you around with a very nice welcome-home kiss. May have had a bit too much tongue on his part, but you were just happy to have him back and be in his arms once more.

BB-8 trills at you as he sets you down nudging your leg affectionately, and you reach down to pat the little mech's cranium. "Awww, hey lil buddy! I missed you too!"

Poe grins again and slips an arm around your waist, his dark eyes glimmering mischievously. "So... How's the best analyst in the Resistance been doing since your handsome boyfriend has been doing suuuuper important scout work, eh?"

You roll your eyes and snort. "The usual, you goof. I've actually had a bit more downtime, lately. General Organa actually smacked me on the head and told me to go and get some rest when I overworked myself."

"Oooh, not surprised there. She's scary when you don't do what she says." He snickers, kissing your cheek again. "Anything else?"

You gasp, remembering your present, and fish it out of your fatigues. Poe tilts his head curiously at you, then, as you pull out the scarf.

"Here! I finished it today!" You chirp proudly.

Poe takes the scarf with his eyebrows raised high, holding it up to examine it. He grins when he spots the little bits of embroidery you did for him; BB-8 beeping happily and bumping into your shins affectionately when he spots his likeness in the fabric.

"Do you like it?"

"Like it?" He says, his brow furrowing and his lips pursing tightly. At his expression, you feel a lump of anxiety well up in your throat.

It is quickly quashed when he grins once more, his eyes lighting up as he slips the scarf over his head and hangs it from his neck, flicking the edge over his shoulder and striking a dramatic pose.

"How's it look? C'mon, tell me. Does it bring out my eyes?" He said, waggling his eyebrows. "I bet I can use it as a disguise!"

You clap your hands and laugh, "Poe... How would that even work?! People can still see your face!"

He pulls up the edge of the scarf and covers up the lower half of his face and nose, but you can still see his lips peek out from the fringe.

"Not if I hold it like this!" He says.

You roll your eyes and shove his shoulder playfully, "You're not funny, Flyboy."

"Heyyy! I'm adorable." He argues humorously, wagging his eyebrows once again. "And handsome, and talented, and--"

BB-8 cuts him off with a dismissive trill, tweeting as his antennae bob.

"You're right." You nod at the little astromech. "He is full of himself, too."

Poe clutched his proverbial pearls, gasping in offense at the two of you.

"Ow! Whose side are you on?!"

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moodymisty · 9 months

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Hiya! Could you possibly write headcanons with Crosshair,Hunter,Echo,Wrecker and Tech with a GN!S/O that suddenly faints one day out of nowhere?The reason for their collapse can be up to you. 💖

Author's note: Hello there! I decided to keep the reasoning relatively vague just for ease of reading, so I hope you still enjoy :3

Relationships: Crosshair/Gn!Reader, Hunter/Gn!Reader, Tech/Gn!Reader, Wrecker/Gn!Reader, Echo/Gn!Reader

Warnings: None really

✦ Tech ✦

Tech has noticed over the time that you've known him that you have a tendency to get lightheaded- be it from missing a meal or from any other reason he doesn't know.

It still catches him off guard however when one day while working on the ship you suddenly faint right over, Tech sending his tools clattering to the ground as he quickly moves to catch you.

Thankfully his strength helps him as he snatches you by the waist.

He sits you down on the ground and while he's worried, of course, Tech is able to compartmentalize and make sure to actually help you instead of just worrying.

When you soon after get up and ask him what happened and why he looks like he saw a ghost, he tells you that you fell right over, but thankfully he caught you before you ended up hitting your head.

'Do you feel disoriented still at all? Please don't lie, I'm rather worried.'

Tech keeps a close eye on you but is also soothing his mind by doing some research, as to make sure he'll be much more prepared that he was now in the future. Just in case.

✦ Hunter ✦

Hunter is a giant armored mass of stress.

He wasn't actually in your presence when you'd fainted, but he did end up getting a comm saying you had fallen, and he swears there hasn't been a time he raced back to the Marauder so fast.

By the time he got there you were already awake, sitting in the co-pilot's seat and shaking your head as you try to get your bearings.

You have a drink in your hand and you smile up at him, but he can hear your breathing and heart rate still sound a little bit off for his liking. He insists that you lay down and at least take it easy, at minimum.

When you do, as if isn't really an option judging by his very stern 'superiority' voice, he hovers around constantly making sure you're still ok.

His ears keep on pricking to your heartbeat, and if he hears it even slightly off, he makes sure to take a glance in your direction.

When you try and get him to bugger off, Hunter refuses.

'You scared the hell outta me; I'm not gonna just quit it.'

He inquires to Tech about it but doesn't really end up with anything conclusive, so he very hesitantly decides it was just a fluke.

Needless to say he continues to hover and fuss over you the rest of the day, even going so far as to break his own rule of sleeping in separate bunks in order to keep close. He tries to keep a bit of decorum even though the Batch all obviously know the two of you are close, but he'll let it slide this time.

✦ Wrecker ✦

You often times joke around with Wrecker, so when you'd fainted for a split second he'd thought you were pulling a joke; And he easily caught you as you fell into him.

Very quickly however he realized you passed right out and quickly picks you up and takes you to the first person he had in mind; Which of course was Tech.

You're beginning to wake up just as Tech begins to look you over much to Wrecker's relief, and he doesn't have to fill you in on much.

'Phew, I'm just glad you're ok. You really scared me for a second there.'

He does however instantly begin bugging Tech about it much to his dismay, even if you try and insist Wrecker he quit it.

You know what caused it and make sure to fill him in, even if just so to save Tech from being lambasted.

He's just as fussy as Hunter would be, so you have trouble getting a worried Wrecker off of your back for the rest of the day, despite reassuring him many, many times that you're fine.

In the future Wrecker always keeps a keen eye on you if you ever look a little more sluggish than usual, cautious to never have a repeat of that again.

He'd first and foremost never want you to faint like that again, but if you do, he wants to be there to catch you.

✦ Crosshair ✦

You actually end up fainting onto Crosshair, during a post mission sit down.

He was cleaning his rifle and you were munching on some spare rations as a snack, when you'd suddenly flopped right onto his shoulder. He gently tried to push you off, joking in his usual snarky way that you were suffocating him, until he noticed you were out cold.

Making sure you don't fall over he quickly tries to wake you up, even going so far as to asking one of his brothers for help.

But when you wake up you're now laying on his bunk, rubbing your forehead and moving to get up. Crosshair quickly pounces, watching you and making sure you don't pull a 'dumb move' and try to get up right away.

'What the kriff was that? You freaked us all out.'

You explain that it isn't the first time you've fainted like that, and probably won't be the last; As you were honestly surprised it had taken this long to happen.

Crosshair's nose wrinkles as he snips at you for not warning them sooner, though it's obvious it was because he was worried, than any of his brothers.

✦ Echo ✦

Echo remembers vaguely of a time when one of his 501st brothers had passed out before, but anything learned from that instance is almost instantly out the window when you end up fainting.

When you wake up, he gets up from where he was sitting on a supply crate right beside you, he must've moved it closer to have a place to sit and wait, and begins asking questions.

'Hey, hey? You good? You weren't lookin' too good then you fell over... You sure you're alright?'

Echo doesn't worry too much, as he tries to remain level headed while you get your bearings back. Not much good happens where you're panicking, he thinks.

He is the first one to suggest that maybe you go see the medic, just to make sure there isn't anything going on.

No matter if you do or not Echo is right there, keeping a careful eye on you.

'Just don't go scaring me like that again. I've had enough heart racer moments like that for a few lifetimes.'

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corrieguards · 1 year

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Hiya! I loved your Toast fic, that was so cute! I love your writing and I was wondering if I could ask for a fic based on the fluff prompt #7 “You did all this… for me?” with Rex? Maybe reader does something nice for Rex because he deserves it 💙 I don’t want to be a bother, though!

A/N: Hey beautiful!! Thank you sm for this request, it's never a bother to write for my bby Rex💙

I am so sorry for the delay, this fic has consumed me and I've been nit-picking at it for weeks. I'm still not entirely happy with the result, but I didn't want to keep you waiting any longer!

P.S: Here's a link to Toast my echo x reader fic mentioned above, in case you wanna check it out <3

Cold Nights and Pretty Lights

Captain Rex x reader Summary: Finally back on Coruscant, Rex makes his way to your place, intent on spending the night there with you. Little does he know, you have other better plans for him. Word Count: 2k C/W: fluff, fluff and more fluff Prompt: "You did all this... for me?" prompt list my masterlist

The jolt of the LA-AT landing on solid ground almost brings tears of relief to Rex’s eyes.

Kriffing finally.

He was supposed to have been back on Coruscant weeks ago, but this particular mission had dragged on and on endlessly. When he found out they were finally coming home, the very first thing he did was send you a hurried comm to let you know. And now that he was planet-side, all he wanted to do was hold you in his arms and never let go again.

He stumbled out of the ship, his boot catching on the ledge in his haste to get out. A muffled chuckle behind him made him straighten up, sending a glare over his shoulder.

"In a hurry, Captain?" Jesse teased, stepping out of the gunship pointedly gracefully. Rex raised an eyebrow in warning, turning to face him fully and getting ready to defend himself, but Jesse beats him to it, holding a hand up to stop him.

"Just tell her I said hi, will you?"

Rex flushes, opening his mouth to reply but deciding it's not worth it, settling on just shaking his head fondly instead, a look of mock annoyance on his face to cover up the blush.

"Keep yourself out of trouble, trooper," he says over his shoulder as a cab pulls up on the curb, "and try not to get picked up by the Corries again"

Jesse puts on a shit-eating grin, sending him a salute and a cheeky wink. "No promises, Captain."

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When the cab pulls up next to your house, Rex is surprised to see you already waiting outside, leaning against the wall with a soft smile.

The sight of you automatically brings a smile to his own face. He tosses a couple credits to the driver, eyes still glued on you as he scrambles out the cab.

Your smile widens as he jogs over, pushing off the wall as soon as he’s close enough and laughter bubbling as he wraps his arms around you.

You return the hug, squealing in surprise when he picks you up, twirling you around a couple times before finally setting your feet back down on the floor.

"Maker, you have no idea how much I missed you," he whispers, his hands falling to rest on your hips.

You giggle in response, balancing on the tips of your toes and reaching up to peck his lips, pulling back far too quickly for his liking.

“Missed you more, Captain."

You give him a cheeky smile before wriggling out of his hold. He frowns, going to reach for you again, but you're already walking over towards your speeder.

"Are you… going somewhere?"

"Yep," you chirp happily, clambering into the seat. "And so are you."

He raises his eyebrows at you, smiling slowly. "Oh really?"

You turn the speeder on, and a low hum fills the air. "Yeah, really," you wink, jerkin' your head back to the seat behind you. "Hop on trooper."

He chuckles, shaking his head at you but climbs on behind you anyway.

His arms loop around your waist when you pull away from the curb, gripping tightly as you weave in and out of the Coruscant lanes with practised ease. You feel his breath on your neck as he rests his chin on your shoulder, smiling when you feel him press a kiss to your cheek.

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The traffic is a distant hum in the background when you pull up next to the roof of one of the construction buildings on the outskirts of the bustling city.

Here, the neon lights are dimmer but still bright enough to be able to see each other clearly, the light of the moon mixing with the bright colours to bathe you both in soft light.

You clamber off onto the roof, offering a hand to Rex with a cheeky smile. He lifts a brow at you.

"Isn’t that what I’m supposed to do?"

You merely shrug, moving your hand closer and he chuckles in response, grasping your hand anyway and stepping down beside you. He makes a quick glance around the building, taking it in.

It’s not entirely finished, with scaffolding still standing in a couple of places and railing missing from the edges of the roof.

"Is this legal?"

"Probably not," you shrug, tilting your head and smiling teasingly. "Why? You're going to back out on me, Captain?"

"And miss out on being here with you?" He grins, pulling you in by the waist and nuzzling his nose to yours. "Not a chance, meshla."

Giggling, you let him hold you a few seconds more before pulling back again, leaning over to grab your bag for the speeder. You go to sling it over your shoulder, but he stops you, grabbing the strap and swinging it over his shoulder instead.

You send him a grateful smile, followed by a peck on the cheek, before grabbing his hand and leading him around the corner.

He stumbles behind you, trying to keep from stepping on your heels as you drag him behind you excitedly. He collides softly with your back when you stop abruptly, his free hand moving to your shoulder to steady himself.

You move to the side, still holding his hand and eagerly watching his face as he takes in the view in front of him. His mouth parts in surprise, his hand loosening its hold on yours.

You’ve chosen a small corner of the roof with a ledge that overlooks the city, far enough away from everything that it’s private and secluded. There’s a small blanket set up on the floor, a couple cushions sitting on it with a big fluffy blanket folded up beside them.

He watches as you walk over to the scaffolding behind, hands disappearing as you reach around it, a quiet click echoing before a handful of tiny lights you’ve strung on the frame come to life, bathing the little corner in a soft warm glow.

"So, what’d you think?"

You turn to look at him expectantly, and it’s in that moment - your eyes shinning and skin bathed in the soft twinkle of the fairy lights - that he’s struck with the sudden realisation of just how stunningly beautiful you are.

He stares at you, faintly aware of you waiting for him to answer but not quite managing to formulate a response, his thoughts too busy with just how utterly smitten he is for you.

His lack of reaction makes you doubt yourself, with your feet shifting nervously.

"We can just go back home if you prefer. That’s fine too.

He blinks a couple times, quickly coming to his senses and shaking his head "No, of course not. I- It just surprised me, that’s all."

"Oh. Are you sure? I mean I know it's not much but-"

He chuckles, his hands coming up to cup your cheeks, stopping your nervous ramblings.

"It’s perfect meshla. I love it."

You smile shyly, avoiding his gaze as a blush spreads on your cheeks. "I just... well, I know you’ve been working really hard lately, and the last mission was a real kicker, and l- I just thought you would like this..."

You trail off, glancing up at him through your eyelashes. He’s looking down at you like you’re the most amazing thing in the whole kriffing galaxy.

"You did all this... for me?"

"Of course," you reply immediately, like it was an obvious fact. "Why wouldn’t I?"

He’s still staring at you with the same look on his face, his head shaking slightly in disbelief and a smile slowly spreading on his face. You’re about to ask him what's wrong when he loops his fingers in your belt, yanking you closer and leaning down until your foreheads bonk together gently.

"I love you so damn much, y’know that?" He whispers against your lips, his hands galling to your waist and squeezing. You giggle, arms coming up to loop around his neck before muttering a smug reply.

"Yeah, I know."

He rolls his eyes playfully, pinching your waist in retaliation and making you jump.

"Wow, I confess my undying love for you, and that’s all you’ve got? 'Yeah I know.'" He pitches his voice higher on the last couple words in an attempt to imitate your voice.

You scoff in mock offense, slapping his chest. "That is not what I sound like. Besides, you already know I love you, Rex."

He hums, smiling cheekily and winking.

"Yeah, but it's still nice to hear you say it."

You return the smile, rolling your eyes playfully before stepping up on your toes and bracing your hands on his chest to keep balance. Leaning up to kiss his cheek, you start to speak between kisses

"I" you move to the other cheek, pressing a kiss there too.

"am utterly" a kiss to his forehead.

"and completely" a gentle peck his nose, before you're moving to his lips, whispering the last words against them

"In love with you."

You close the gap, pressing your lips to his in a soft kiss. You feel him smiling against your lips as he kisses you back, his fingers threading through your hair and cradling the nape of your neck.

When he pulls back, you’re met with his eyes fixed on yours, crinkled at the edges and so full of undeniable love that it almost makes you blush.

"Now that was more like it."

You groan, rolling your eyes fondly, and push a hand to his chest. He chuckles, catching your wrist and pulling you in for a tight hug.

You soak up the closeness for a little longer, your face pressed up against his chest so tight that you can feel his heart beat on your cheek. He presses a kiss to the crown of your head, playfully tapping his fingers against your butt to get your attention.

"C'mon, let's sit down before it gets too cold."

Reluctantly, you pull away, keeping your hand in his as he drags you over to the blanket. He sits on the edge, feet dangling off and thighs spread wide. He looks up at you, patting the space between his legs and pulling you toward him.

Smiling fondly, you let him pull you down, settling between his thighs and resting your back on his chest. He loops his arms around your stomach, pulling you in closer and pressing a kiss to your temple.

You twist slightly, making grabby-hands for your bag that's been left discarded to the side. Rex chuckles, leaning over and stretching his hand far enough to curl them around the strap and pull it closer

As soon as it's within your reach, you stick your hand inside it, the sound of glass clinking echoing as you pull out a bottle of booze. You push it into his chest, smile bright enough to rival the neon lights.

“For you”

He holds it up so the lights you strung up behind shine on it, illuminating the writing as he squints his eyes, reading the label. A grin spreads on his face when he realises what it is.

“Correllian Whiskey?”

You nod enthusiastically, winking at him “Your favourite”

His chest rumbles against your hand, a hearty chuckle bubbling out of him. He places a tender kiss on your forehead whispering a thank you against your skin.

Cracking the bottle open, he takes a generous swig of the amber liquid before silently handing it to you. You accept it gratefully, sipping and cringing at the burn as it goes down your throat.

Setting the bottle down with a soft clang you snuggle back into his strong chest, sighing contentedly and tangling your fingers with his, squeezing tightly.

You shiver slighly and before you know it, he's unfolding the blanket, throwing it over his shoulders and bring it around to wrap around you too.

"Better?"

"Much better" you smile, pecking his lips "thank you"

Toothy grin spreading on his face, he tucks the blanket around you tighter, pressing a wet kiss to the side of your neck and making you giggle.

A comfortable silence fills the night air, just the hum of traffic and the sound of sound of your synchronized breathing.

You nod towards the view of the city, eyes following the colourful light of the endless stream of speeders zooming by. Even this time of night, the city was full of life, ever bustling with activity.

"It’s pretty, isn’t it?"

Rex hums distracted, pressing a kiss to your cheek and you smile, rolling your eyes.

"You’re not even looking, are you?”

You feel him shrug against your back, his thumb brushing softly over your knuckles and smile evident in his voice as he whispers into your neck

"Something far prettier s’got all my attention right now."

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bellarkeselection · 11 months

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Kayce Dutton request: reader has a crush on Kayce but won’t act on it due to who his dad & sister are. She’s also heard rumors about bad things happening at the Yellowstone. Kayce convinces her to give him a chance

I'm Worth a Shot

You think when you have a crush on someone everything would be so easy. Not my case when it comes to liking Kayce Dutton. I was a bartender at the bar he would visit and we instantly fell for one another in the short time of me serving him drinks after a long days work. Don’t get me wrong he is really caring and loyal but it’s where his loyalty lies that slightly worries me. I hear the rumors of his father and his family just like everyone else and some aren’t good. Today was a slow day where I was wiping down the bar until the door opened and he walked up to me. “Y/n, we need to talk now.”

"What do we need to talk about this time. The work day harder than normal today?" I asked him leaning on my elbows with some of my hair falling over my shoulders.

He shook his head no leaning down being in the same position at me so I was forced to look into his soft brown eyes. "No. Our relationship is what we need to talk about."

"Our relationship. What am I missing here. I am your bartender and you are my customer." I raised a brow at him and what he was saying.

The young Dutton leans closer where some of his curly brown hair fell in front of his eyes. I could tell that he had been drinking some before he had come in here. His natural curly hair was an even bigger mess and I could smell alcohol on his breath. Plus his brown eyes were filling with some tears the next time he spoke to me. “Y/n, listen to me. I have been trying to wrap my head around what I felt for you. The second that I did I knew I needed to find you. Because I am absolutely falling in love with you.”

“Kayce…I don’t know what to say.” I trailed off not sure what to say back to him. Of course I adored the cowboy but my fears were always getting the better of me.

Scanning over his face I imagined a thousand times over what it would be like to kiss him. What it would be like to see our kids running around the yard in the morning. Where we woke up together in bed and got to ride off into the sunset. Moving my hands together in front of me I avoided his gaze briefly. “Look I want you to know that I am almost completely in love with you. And I just want to know why. I want to know why you won’t give me a chance…because I want to call you my girlfriend. I want you to give me a chance where we can be together.”

“Kayce, I…I wish that I could accept my feelings for you. But I have heard the rumors of your family and what you’ve father does to fight for his ranch and the land that he wants to keep. I care about you…it’s just I can’t open my heart cause I am letting my fear control me.” I declare to him walking away from him beginning to clean the bar once more.

He suddenly climbed over the bar grabbing my wrists and holding me in place where I gasped seeing that our faces were so close together that it we leaned in we would certainly kiss. “Then let me prove to you that the rumor isn’t true. Cause I am loyal to my family but I will be completely loyal to you. You would be my whole heart and soul if you say yes.”

"Kayce-" He cuts me off where I gasped suddenly with his hands cradling my face in his hands. Wrapping my arms around his neck instantly I leaned up on my toes suprisingly kissing him back instantly hearing him moan against my lips.

He wrapped his arms around my waist tugging me closer into his embrace. My fingers ran into his curls where he moaned breaking our heated kiss we were both panting. "Please just give me a chance, darling. I want to prove to you that I deserve a shot at being worthy of you."

"Okay...I'll give a shot." I mumbled throwing my arms around his neck laying my head against his chest. He rested his chin on top of my head kissing the crown of it smiling knowing that he had a chance and he wouldn't waste it.

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karmaisakhaleesi · 1 year

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Hello,

I saw your Neteyam x human reader story, and wanted to see if I could request something similar for Loak maybe? A general idea would be a human girl who was born on Pandora like spider, maybe they're siblings? I don't know, but they end up taking the reader with them to the Metkaniya Clan.

omgs of course! i was actually writing something similar earlier, so here it is~

masterlist~

warnings~ use of y/n, language, violence, blood, death mentioned, please lmk if i missed any!

summary~ you're the twin sister of Spider, and after nearly being captured with your brother you are brought to the Metkayina clan with the Sully family.

wordcount~ 3.8k+

my star~

Your hands clasp the now crushed flower in your hand as you walk with the others. Your brother rushes past you, nearly knocking you down as he tries to keep up with Lo'ak.

"Come on, we're gonna leave you! if you don't hurry up!" he calls out as he runs ahead.

Sighing you smile and jog to catch up, dropping the now crushed flower to the forest floor. The sound of the insects buzzing, and animals distracts you, and you walk face-first into Lo'ak, "What is that?" he questions as Kiri walks forward.

Standing on your tip toes, you try to see past them but to no avail, "What's what? I can't see!"

Lo'ak walks forward and you follow after, your mouth opening in a gasp when you see what lies on the forest floor. A large footprint was imprinted in the mud.

"It's way too big for a human," he whispers as he crouches down to observe it.

"Avatars?" your brother questions as he joins Lo'ak.

"Maybe..." he trails off, "but they're for sure not ours."

You slowly walk after them as Kiri stands, "What are you doing?"

"Tracking," Lo'ak shushes her as his eyes flick back and forth across the ground.

After following Lo'ak and your brother for a moment he puts out his hand to stop you and Kiri.

"We are never supposed to come here," she comments as you look over his shoulder, and feel your blood run cold.

At least three Avatars were walking around the long abandoned and forgotten trailer as they talked in hushed tones.

"Dad is going to ground you," Kiri says her voice dripping with sarcasm, "For life."

"Let's go," Lo'ak whispers, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he stalks forward with your brother in tow.

Groaning you grab his arm, "No, what if they see you?"

Pushing your hand away Lo'ak ignores your plea and continues to the clearing.

Lo'ak draws his bow as he peeks through the leaves of a tree, watching as the avatars move, seeming to scout the area.

"Bro," Spider whispers, his voice full of awe, "that's where your dad and my dad..." he trails off and turns to face Lo'ak, "fought."

Lo'ak's eyes widen as he looks closer at the clearing, "That's your dad's actual suit!"

"Holy shit."

You grab the small knife from your waist and hold it in front of yourself as you move towards them, "We need to go. Now," your voice is stern and cold as you glance over at the avatars, one with a familiarity that you just can't place.

"I gotta call this in," Lo'ak whispers as he turns to follow you back to Kiri and Tuk.

Your brother rushes after him hissing under his breath not to be overheard by the intruders at the old shack, "No bro we're gonna get in trouble!"

Your hands tremble slightly as you sheathe your knife, not seeing much of use for it now as Lo'ak tapped his communicator, "Devil Dog, Devil Dog. This is Eagle Eye, over."

You can't help but giggle a bit at the code names. Sure it was supposed to be serious so that if anyone hacked the comms or got a hold of one, information wouldn't be leaked but you still found it a bit silly.

"I got eyes on some guys. They look like avatars, but they're in full camo and carrying ARs. There's six of them, over."

You can hear the frustration in Jake's voice as he asks your location and Lo'ak responds, "We're at the old shack."

You twist another flower around your finger as you zone out, not noticing the conversation was over until Lo'ak grabbed your hand tightly and began pulling you into the trees, "Keep up," he whispered, voice shaky as you stumbled over the roots of trees.

You try to keep up as Kiri whispers, "You're going to be in so much trouble."

Shushing her Lo'ak's grip on your hand tightens and he pulls you along faster, "Kiri, stop."

"It's almost eclipse, come on!" Tuk shouts before an avatar shoots out from behind the tree in front of her and grabs her.

She screams as Lo'ak and your brother both notch their bows and you grab your knife. The metal hilt is cool in your palm as you grasp it tightly, glaring at the avatars now surrounding you.

"Put it down! Put it down!" a man screams as you drop your knife.

That voice, it was so, familiar. But you still couldn't place it, and it made your head ache when you tried. Gripping your temples you groaned in pain as one of them yanked you backward. Screaming you try to pull free but they yank your hair, making you hiss in pain.

"What have we here?" interrupts a voice.

Turning your head to the voice you look up and feel another wave of pain rush through your temples. He squints at you and then turns away as the man holding Kiri holds up her hand.

"Hey Colonel, check it out, four fingers. We got a half-breed."

He looks at Kiri before turning to Lo'ak, "Show me your fingers."

Lo'ak raises his hands, flipping off the Colonel as he glares at him.

The Colonel laughs, "You're his, aren't you?"

Lo'ak only hisses in response, baring his teeth as the Colonel smiles, "You're his alright."

You shout as he grabs him by the neck and lifts him up, "Let him go!"

The woman's grip on you tightens as you snarl at the man, "If you hurt him, I'll kill you!"

He ignores you as he tightens his grip on Lo'ak's neck "Where is he?"

"Sorry, I don't speak English," he answers as the Colonel bares his teeth.

"Where is your Father?" he hisses, voice full of annoyance as he yanks Lo'aks hair.

You can feel your blood begin to boil as your foot taps against the ground in search of your knife.

"Really? This is how you wanna play it?" asks the Colonel as he tosses Lo'ak to the ground, and approaches Kiri.

The woman's grip on your arm loosens as she grabs onto Lo'ak, and you use the opportunity to dive for your knife as your brother calls out, "Hey! Don't hurt her!"

He hisses as the Colonel turns to him, "What's your name kid?"

"Spider... Socorro," he reluctantly answers.

A boot stomps down on your hand as it wraps around the metal handle of your knife. You hiss in pain, looking up at the man, whose eyes are now lit with curiosity, "And you?"

Glaring you grit out, "y/n, Socorro."

His foot leaves your hand and he waves the man away from your brother. A look of confusion washes over his face as he crouches down next to you.

"Miles, y/n?"

"Nobody calls me that," your brother says as you move to stand.

"Well, I'll be damned," he says, his voice hollow and his eyes unreadable as they move from your brother to you.

"Well, I figured they sent you back to Earth."

"You can't put babies in cryo, dipshit," he snaps as you tuck your knife back into your pocket.

He motions for the man to grab him again, and you feel the woman yank you up by the arm, her grip tight enough to bruise.

"What're we doin' boss?"

"Iron sky blue one actual," he says ignoring him.

You can feel Lo'ak's eyes on you, so you turn your head to look at him, "Are you okay?"

Your voice is quiet and hoarse from the screaming as his eyes narrow, "I should be the one asking you that. He almost broke your hand, no wait- did he?" his voice is heated as he glares at the Colonel's back, "If he did I'll-"

Shaking your head you give him a tight smile to conceal the pain in your wrist, "No, I'll be fine. I-" the sound of helicopter blades interrupts you and you look up.

Four helicopters in the distance, mere specs now, and you feel your stomach drop. Where were they planning on taking you?

You blew a stray piece of hair out of your face as you saw your father, could you really call him that though? out of the corner of your eye pick up a skull from the AMP suit on the ground. His AMP suit.

"You want us to recover these remains?" the man next to him asked as he pocketed the dog tags.

You bit back a gasp as he crushed the skull in his hands, the powder and pieces left now falling to the forest floor.

It didn't take long after that for the sun to set and for the plants to give off their bioluminescence. You flinched as the woman yanked your head back and clenched your hands into fists.

The woman communicating with the Colonel had said she would be here in three minutes, but your mind still spiraled thinking about what they would do with you once you were aboard their ships.

Hearing a small clicking noise you looked to the trees and smile, it looks like you wouldn't be leaving with them after all.

Lo'ak's eyes met yours as you heard the calling grow closer and he gave you a reassuring nod as the rain started to pick up.

You could hear Kiri pray to Eywa as the man holding onto her Tsaheylu screamed for her to shut up, "Shut u-"

His words were cut short when an arrow pierced his skull and you gasped as the woman let go of your arm. You fell to the ground as the opened fire on the trees and unsheathed your knife, burying it into her leg. Screaming she aimed her gun at you, but before she could pull the trigger a cloud of green smoke surrounded you.

Stumbling to your feet you felt a hand grab your arm and pull you forward, "Run!"

You stumbled through the forest, trying to keep up with the figure dragging you along. You couldn't see much through the thick green smoke, but you could hear the sound of gunshots and screams echoing behind you.

"Come on, you need to run faster!" Lo'ak shouted, but his voice sounded distant, as if you were in a dream, or your ears were filled with cotton.

Stumbling again, this time your feet tangled in the roots of a tree, sending you face first to the ground, a feeling of warmth spreading through your abdomen as you felt someone lift you up.

Lo'ak's blood ran cold when he felt your hand go limp in his. Turning back he saw your body laying half over a log, crimson spreading across your torso.

Cursing under his breath he quickly lifted you into his arms, "y/n?" his hand moved to take your pulse when a stray bullet flew past.

Lifting you into his arms he quickly caught up to his parents and siblings, his Father's face falling when his eyes landed on you.

"What happened?"

Lo'ak's eyes lingered on you as his grandmother began treating your wound, "If you keep staring like that, you won't be able to help," she scolded him.

Lo'ak quickly shook his head and looked away, his heart pounding in his chest. He couldn't lose you, not after everything you had been through together.

As his grandmother worked on your wound, Lo'ak took a deep breath and tried to calm himself. He needed to be strong for you, to make sure you would live.

Hours passed as you lay unconscious, your breathing shallow and weak. Lo'ak refused to leave your side, his hand holding yours tightly as he prayed to Eywa.

Finally, as the first light of dawn began to filter through the cave opening, you stirred. Lo'ak's heart leaped in his chest as he saw your eyes flutter open.

"Lo'ak?" you murmured, your voice weak and hoarse.

"I'm here," he said softly, his relief evident in his voice.

You smiled weakly at him, and Lo'ak felt tears prick at the corners of his eyes. He had never been so scared in his life.

"Where's my brother?"

His hands caught your arms as you tried to stand, "You'll tear your wound if you move too quickly."

Averting his eyes as you question where your brother is he laments and whispers, "They have him."

You looked at Lo'ak with confusion and concern in your eyes, "Who has him? What do you mean?"

Lo'ak took a deep breath, trying to steady himself before he spoke. "The RDA," he said, his voice shaking with anger. "They took him. When they had us captured, he got separated," he trails off as you stand, hobbling to the entrance.

"Hey! No, you need to rest, lay down-"

"No!" you cut him off, your voice still hoarse from the previous days' events, "I'm going after him, this is just a flesh wound, alright?"

His grip on your hand tightens when a voice clears their throat. Standing at the entrance is Neytiri and behind her Jake. You flinch as her eyes narrow at you, and take a step back.

"We need to talk," Jake says, his voice stern as you take a seat in front of the fire.

His eyes are cloudy as he regards you, "We are leaving," his voice strains as he continues, "Norm will be here in the morning to get you."

Your face twists in confusion, "Leaving? Where are you going, to get my brother back?"

You snap the last part and Neytiri hisses at you her eyes narrowed as her ears pinned back against her head, "Ignorant child."

Grumbling you snap, "I can hear you," Lo'ak coughs to cover a nervous laugh before turning to his father.

"I want to bring her with us," he laces his fingers with yours and you feel your face heat up.

Shaking his head Jake sighs, "No, it's too dangerous. And besides, the Metkayina won't accept a skyperson."

His eyes meet yours as he stands to leave, "Mo'at will tend to your wounds until Norm gets here with the chopper tomorrow," and with that, he and Neytiri leave, leaving you alone with your thoughts and Lo'ak sitting beside you.

His hand gently pushes your hair away from your face as you look up at him, "So, you're leaving," you trail off before pulling the furs closer to your body.

He frowns before exclaiming, "I'll take you with me," his hands clasp yours as you look at him, confused.

"No, Jake said-"

"Norm won't be here till' morning and we leave tonight, I'll sneak you onto my Ikran."

You hesitate, unsure of what to do. On one hand, you want to stay and find your brother, but on the other hand, you don't want to put yourself or anyone else in danger. You look into Lo'ak's eyes, searching for any doubt or hesitation, but all you see is determination and a fierce desire to help you.

"Are you sure?" you ask him, your voice barely above a whisper.

He nods, his grip on your hand tightening, "I won't leave you here alone, not after what happened. We'll find your brother together."

You take a deep breath, nodding in agreement. "Okay," you say, your voice stronger now. "Let's do it."

Lo'ak smiles at you, relief evident in his eyes. "I'll go get everything ready," he says, standing up from the fire. "Just stay here and rest."

As he leaves the cave, you settle back onto the furs, your mind racing with thoughts of what's to come. You know that this decision could be dangerous, but you also know that you have to do everything in your power to find your brother. Especially when he's in the hands of your... father.

The day flies by and in no time, it's nearing eclipse. Soon enough, Lo'ak returns, carrying a small pack on his back. "Are you ready?" he asks you.

You nod, standing up. Lo'ak leads you to the edge of the cliff, where his Ikran is perched, waiting for him.

As you approach, it lets out a low hiss, eyeing you warily. Lo'ak places a reassuring hand on its neck, whispering something in Na'vi you don't quite catch. The Ikran seems to relax at his touch, and he motions for you to climb onto its back.

You hesitate for a moment, unsure of how to do it. Lo'ak notices your hesitation and helps you climb up, settling you in front of him. He holds onto the Ikran and leans forward when he hears the sound of his family coming forward, concealing you from their view.

You hold onto Lo'ak tightly as the wind rushes past you, the stars shining brightly above. As you fly farther away from the forest, your thoughts turn to your brother and your father, wondering what he wants from you. And why you feel such pain when you see him.

You feel the cold glares of the Metkayina as you come to a stop beside Lo'ak and Kiri, your eyes on the ground.

"We seek uturu," Jake says as he greets the Tsahìk and Olo'eyktan glance at each other, their expressions unreadable.

You can feel yourself shrinking down, praying they don't

Ronal steps forward, her eyes scanning you carefully, "What is the reason for bringing a skyperson here?" she asks, her voice calm but with an edge of anger to it.

Lo'ak steps forward, his hand still clasping yours tightly, "She was injured, and we couldn't leave her behind," he explains, his voice soft.

She nods, her eyes still fixed on you, "Her wounds are severe. But that is no excuse to let a demon in our presence, let alone grant one uturu!"

You flinch at her words as the Olo'eyktan Tonowari steps forward, "We must consider the potential consequences of granting uturu to a skyperson. They have brought destruction to our world before, and we cannot risk them bringing their war here."

Kiri steps forward, her hand on your shoulder, "But she is not like the others. She has learned the way of the Omatikaya Clan, and was practically raised alongside us," she gestures to Jake, Neytiri, Tuk, Lo'ak, and Neteyam.

There is a moment of silence as Ronal and Tonowari exchange looks before the Olo'eyktan finally speaks, "Very well. We will grant her uturu, but only under strict conditions. She must remain under constant supervision and be confined to a designated area. Any breach of these conditions will result in immediate exile from our village."

You feel a sense of relief wash over you at their decision, but also a twinge of sadness at the restrictions placed upon you. However, you understand their caution and are grateful for their willingness to let you stay.

"Thank you," Lo'ak says, bowing his head in respect. "We will ensure that she follows your rules and does not cause any harm."

Ronal and Tonowari nod in unison, and you feel Lo'ak's hand squeeze yours in reassurance.

You spend the rest of the day getting settled into a mauri farthest from the rest of the village, and having your wound tended to. You flinch as Ronal finishes cleansing the wound and takes her leave without a word.

Hearing Jake sigh you look up at him, your eyes immediately falling to the floor when you catch the anger in his eyes.

"What did I tell you?" he snaps as he crosses his arms and starts to pace.

You cross your legs and rest your chin in your palm, "That Norm would be taking me back to the lab."

"And what did you do? You almost got yourself killed!"

His voice is venom laced as you cower back into your bedding, "What if they hadn't bothered asking why you were here and-"

Lo'ak clears his throat interrupting Jake, "Dad stop, please," he pleads as he steps forward his eyes glancing down at you.

"It was my idea," he whispers softly as his head falls to the floor, "I am sorry."

Jake grunts as his tail flits against the ground, then turns to you, "You will stay here and not leave under any circumstance, am I clear?"

You nod slowly, "Yes."

He grumbles as leaves, leaving Lo'ak standing in the entrance.

He folds his arms behind his back as he takes a step toward you, "How are you feeling?"

You groan, "Better, although Jake's yelling isn't exactly helping. Not that I can blame him though, I should have just gone back to the lab with Norm."

Sighing you cross your arms as he sits down next to you, his shoulder gently bumping yours as he holds out his hand, "Here, I found this in the sea when I was with Tsireya."

In his palm is a small orange shell, spiral in shape, the texture smooth in comparison. Smiling you look up and take it from him, admiring the intricate patterns on its surface.

"It's beautiful," you say, turning it over in your hand. "Thank you."

Lo'ak nods, his eyes fixed on you. "I know it's not much, but I wanted to give you something to make you feel better."

You smile at him, "It means a lot, really."

The two of you sit in comfortable silence for a while, listening to the sounds of the village outside.

After a few minutes, Lo'ak speaks up again, "I'm sorry for getting you into trouble. I should have known better."

You shake your head, "It's not your fault. I made the decision to go with you."

"I appreciate your apology, though," you add with a small smile.

Lo'ak returns the smile, but then his expression turns serious, "You know, you don't have to stay here if you don't want to. You could leave with Norm and go back to the lab."

You contemplate it for a moment, but shake your head, "I don't think that's a good idea," he looks at you, confused.

"I mean, Tonowari said he didn't want Jake bringing war here, and if Norm came, the other skypeople might be able to find us."

He nods and you watch as he stands, your arm shooting out and grabbing his pulling him back. You can feel his breath catch in his throat as he looks down at you.

"Please don't go," you whisper, feeling the weight of the past few days catching up to you. "I don't want to be alone."

Lo'ak's expression softens and he sits back down, his hand reaching out to grasp yours. "You won't be alone," he says firmly. "I'll be here with you."

You smile gratefully at him, feeling a warmth spreading through your chest. "Thank you," you say softly. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

He squeezes your hand gently, "You don't have to worry about that. I'll always be here for you."

You lean your head back against the wall, the exhaustion finally catching up to you. "Can we just stay like this for a while?" you ask, closing your eyes.

"Of course," he replies, and the two of you sit in silence, hands clasped, as the sounds of the village outside fade into the background.

Feeling his lips on your temple you drift into a dream filled with your father and brother, and you hope your brother will be alright.

"Goodnight, Ma tanhì," Lo'ak whispers as he wraps the blanket around your small frame.

i hope this was okay... i got a little carried away...

thank you for the request! please lmk if you'd like a part 2!'

tanhì [tan.ˈhɪ] n. star, bioluminescent freckle

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bananasofthorns · 2 years

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This is stupid, Joel decides. It’s about the fifth time in less than three days that he’s gone to say something to Etho only to realize that, for obvious reasons, Etho isn’t there.

He’s not sure why he’s so affected by Double Life when the previous games didn’t really get to him at all. Then again, he never really had a solid alliance those times. And he definitely didn’t have a soulmate. But still. He was perfectly happy to move on with his life as if nothing monumental had happened, thank you very much.

Even so, he is sometimes capable of not ignoring his problems and realizing when he’s being ridiculous, and this is one of those times. Seriously, he was perfectly fine without Etho before this. Gods - is that a thing he can say, still? If he, technically, is a god?

That’s a question for another time, he decides. The point is that he was fine without Etho before, and so he should definitely be fine without him now, even if it’s only been a few days. Maybe if he actually talks to Etho he’ll be better at adjusting, or whatever. Coping. Does he need to cope?

He flicks up his comm interface and opens his contacts, only to pause. He doesn’t have Etho’s contact; it was automatically programmed into his comm during Double Life, but contact information doesn’t transfer between worlds unless he purposefully saves it, and he didn’t exactly think he’d be missing Etho like some— some abandoned puppy, or something, while Double Life was going on. So much for that plan. Maybe he can get Grian or Scar or someone to give him Etho’s contact next time they see each other during MCC.

He frowns. That seems too— personal, somehow? Too close to home? For some reason, he feels like it would be weird to ask any of the Hermits who were in Double Life for Etho’s contact. Like they’ll know too much, or something. But who else can he ask? He doesn’t really talk to any of the other Hermits unless they’re on a world together, and—

Oh, he’s an idiot. He literally traded with Gem, like, yesterday. How did he forget that?

“Goodness gracious,” he mutters under his breath.

He’s about to jump off the island and fly over before remembering that he should maybe check to see if she’s even home, just so that he doesn’t look like an idiot by showing up only to realize she’s halfway across the world or something.

Smallishbeans whispered to GeminiTay: Gem Smallishbeans whispered to GeminiTay: are you home?

Luckily, it doesn’t take her very long to respond, so he isn’t left standing on the edge of his island like an idiot.

GeminiTay whispered to Smallishbeans: yeah what’s up

Smallishbeans whispered to GeminiTay: can I come by real quick?

GeminiTay whispered to Smallishbeans: sure! I’m just doing some building

Smallishbeans whispered to GeminiTay: be right there

It doesn’t take him long to make the flight. Gem is waiting for him when he lands; she greets him with a bright smile and a wave that he returns, though his is somewhat awkward because the last time he was here he was giving her bees to prevent some sort of international dispute. Luckily, she doesn’t seem to hold that against him.

“Hey, Joel! What’s up?”

Joel clears his throat. Gem barely reaches up to his waist right now, since he’s 11 feet tall and all that, and something about the height difference feels like it’s offending her more than he’s ever felt like he’s offended any other empire. He sits down cross-legged just off the path. Gem laughs.

“You didn’t have to do that.”

“Yeah, but I feel weird, otherwise. Anyway, I have...kind of an odd question...? For you?”

“Hit me.” She pauses. “Not literally. What’s your question?”

“Do you happen to have Etho’s contact?”

To her credit, she barely pauses. “Hm. I can check, but I don’t think I ever saved it to my communicator, sorry. You could go ask False, maybe? She’s known him a lot longer than I have.”

Damn. “No, that’s fine. Uh, would you mind passing on a message, though? Next time you’re on Hermitcraft.”

“Sure! What do you want me to say? We can write it down or something, that would make it a lot easier, because then I wouldn’t have to remember it or anything.” She hesitates, watching Joel with a scrutinizing look in her eye that he’s not sure he likes. “And I won’t look at it, if you don’t want me to.”

He makes a face. “It’s not gonna be anything bad.”

“I know! But, like— privacy’s important, you know, Joel. I respect that.”

He chuckles. “Thanks, Gem.”

Somehow, he always forgets how genuinely nice she is. Maybe it’s because he’s intimidated by her.

Not that he’s scared. He’s not scared of anything. But he will admit that Gem, at times, can be very intimidating.

“I’ll write something down,” he decides. “Uh, do you happen to have a piece of paper I could borrow? I haven’t got any on me.”

“Of course! Somewhere. Follow me, we’ll find some.”

She turns and bounces down the path deeper into Dawn. Joel follows.

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The Distance - Ch 11

Pairing: Din Djarin x Pilot F!Reader (reader is petite/no other descriptors)

Word Count/Rating: 3.1k / T (will become M/E in later chapters)

Summary: Walls continue to fall down.

A/N: If you haven't seen it already, I've posted a floorplan for the Chimera that you can find here!

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The atmosphere shifts between you and Din. It's not like it was unfriendly before, but that moment around the campfire alters and accelerates the relationship that had been otherwise taking months to build – not that you're complaining.

More than ever before Din joins you when there's downtime around the ship. He listens to you ramble about whatever mechanical issue you're wrapping your head around, makes good on his promise to teach you more Mando'a, and continues your training. He hasn't lost himself during a spar again, although Tex still stands by diligently in case.

He also starts to relax more in the long stretches of hyperspace – more willing to walk around the ship without his armor constantly weighing on him. The helmet always remains, but the sight of Din in his tight underclothes becomes a relatively common occurrence.

No matter how much he does it, it's still difficult to take your eyes off him. You may or may not retaliate by forgoing your usual coveralls or tying them around your waist. It's unclear if it's having a similar effect on him, but you swear you've heard him stutter at least twice now.

Hunts become harder than they used to be. As a generally solitary creature, you didn't mind them before. It felt like set pockets of introversion-time, allowing you to focus and go in depth on whatever project you had at hand. You still appreciate the alone time but his missing presence can no longer be ignored.

Whenever he leaves now there’s a weight in your chest, making you worry about where he is or how he's doing. It has you searching for any distraction you can find. The Chimera has never been cleaner and you’re pulling out old projects you’ve long since abandoned. At least you’ll finally have a purpose for the long range comm links you gave up on ages ago. Tex and Grogu offer some companionship, but the relief you feel when Din returns safe and sound is palpable.

An alarm beeps, alerting you to the back ramp being opened on the Chimera. Din normally brings bounties onto the ship that way – the side ramp feeling too familiar. There's the hiss of the carbonite freezer, followed by Din's heavy footsteps into the main hull of the ship.

"How’d it go?" you ask, setting down the comm link. You're relieved to see that he appears uninjured, his beskar just as shiny as it was when he left.

Din leans on the end of your workbench, propping himself up on his forearms. "He put up a bit of a chase but surrendered once I had him cornered. How are things around here?"

"Oh the usual," you say. “Your son figured out how to open the food crate with his magic powers.”

Din turns to look at Grogu, who instinctively puts his ears down. The little guy is lucky he’s so cute. It makes it hard to stay mad at him.

“Don’t worry, I put a new lock on it that magic powers can’t open.” You’re certain of it, having watched him try and fail about twenty minutes after you replaced it.

Din heaves a small sigh. "I'll still talk to him. He knows better."

"It's okay, big guy. He could have done far worse than eat a ration bar."

Neither of you are in a rush to leave this planet and decide to relax for an evening before heading off to the next bounty. You might as well anyway. This ship port has already charged a hefty fee for the full day's use.

All of you hang around the main hull together, working on your own projects. You return to the finicky comm links with Tex's assistance, Din pokes and prods at his armor, and even little Grogu practices levitating a small silver ball. Something like this was once unimaginable to you and now feels as natural as breathing.

At some point Grogu jumps onto your workbench, curious to watch you work. You explain what you're doing under his wide-eyed gaze. It's not clear if he actually understands any of what you're saying but he seems to be enjoying himself.

He sits on the tabletop, leaning against a toolbox and occasionally offering the wrong tool. As the evening wears on his ears start to droop, eyelids not far behind them. Once his head falls forward you decide it's bedtime for the little womp rat.

Din collects him, carefully tucking the half asleep kid into the corner of his arm. You've seen this many times now and still you melt a little. Grogu is so small in Din's arms. Din is so gentle with him too, making sure he's comfortable even for the short trip to the bedroom.

As Din puts Grogu down, you stretch, deciding to call it quits too. Getting in a good sleep before you have to take off in the morning sounds extremely welcome. If you're well rested you can make your stash of caf last a few days longer as well.

You head back to your room and nearly run directly into Din outside of the fresher. Mid-yawn, you didn’t see him and are only saved by his hand falling on your shoulder.

“Sorry. I’m going to head to bed.”

Typically, this is where Din would bid you goodnight and step aside to let you pass by. Instead, he continues to stand in your way, not saying anything. You wave your hand in front of his helmet, confused by his silence.

“Hello? Din, you in there?” you ask.

He’s pulled from whatever momentary trance he was locked in, pulling something from behind his back. "This is for you."

Din more or less thrusts the item at you. Your eyes linger on him, thrown off by his strange behavior, before looking down at what’s in your hands. Neither of you have ever gotten each other a present before.

It takes you a moment to figure out what it is. At first it’s simply a confusing mess of leather and straps until you realize how it all comes together. It’s a blaster holster. Not only is it the perfect size, the color of the leather also perfectly matches your tool belt. You’re dumbfounded.

“I- I don’t know what to say, thank you. I love it.”

You can see the unease melt from his body. “I’m glad.”

The air feels thick and you’re not quite sure what you do with yourself, marveling at the holster and coming up short at how to properly impress upon Din how much this means to you. A genuine gift has been a rarity in your life, not to mention this being the first he’s ever given to you. It seems like Din isn’t certain of what to do either.

After a few more seconds of standing awkwardly, staring at each other you decide to relieve the tension.

"I'm gonna head up now," you say, pointing in the direction of your room. Din clears his throat, nodding as he steps aside.

Passing by, you quickly pop up onto your tiptoes and press a kiss to Din’s shoulder. “Thank you.”

No one needs to know if you choose to sleep with the holster beside you in bed that night.

***

The N1 lands with a heavy clunk you've never heard her make before. Given that Din is also climbing out of her empty-handed, you can't imagine things went well for him.

"What happened?" you call over, grabbing your tool bag.

"Shabuir saw me coming. They shot at the N1 and got lucky. Whatever they hit forced me to turn around."

You raise an eyebrow at him. "I could have come and picked you up, you know?"

"Too dangerous,” he says, shaking his head. “I lost the element of surprise and he had more friends than I expected."

Din is clearly agitated. Or rather, clear to you. He's restless, moving around more than usual and fiddling with his armor. It's a little unsettling if you're honest. It’s rare someone gets the drop on him and that it gets to him. It must have been a large bounty.

"Go shower and shake it off, big guy. I'll take a closer look here."

Din hesitates for just a moment before relenting. He's recently gotten it through his thick head that he's not the only stubborn one around here. His stands just tend to have a little more dramatic flair. You can’t help watching him for an extra moment as he makes his way up the ramp before turning back to the N1.

It doesn't take long for you to find the issue. The shot they snuck in managed to hit a weak spot between plates, damaging some of the sensitive electronics inside. You're lucky to have some of the replacement parts you need on hand and you make due on the rest. All things considered it's a well done patch job. You'll be able to find the actual parts you need at the next mechanics shop or booth you run across.

Din reappears just as you finish up the repairs. “The kid’s asleep. He went down without a fight for once.”

You laugh. “That’s probably because he spent all day hanging off of me. Sometimes you have to let him tire himself out.”

Din points towards the N1. “What did you do to it?”

You show him around the repairs, highlighting the slight wiring reroute you had to do. You warn of the extra load on the cadmium capacitor, but it shouldn’t be a large concern with it only being temporary. He’s quiet for just a little too long, making you worry that he’s upset about what you’ve done.

You’re just about to ask if he's upset about the repairs when he speaks. “Dank farrik! You always impress me, can’gal’ika. I would have tried bypassing it and taken twice as long."

You nearly miss the compliment due to his ridiculous repair idea. All he would have done by bypassing the capacitor is make the issue worse. “Remind me to never let you make any patch repairs.”

Din laughs, full and hearty even through the modulator. You want to live in the sound of it. “Don’t worry. I wouldn’t touch either ship without your permission.”

Your heart swells a little. He’s respected you as captain of the Chimera from day one, but to hear him extend you any kind of deference with the N1 is more than a little dizzying. There’s so much packed into that one sentence you hardly know how to start processing it. You’re not sure if Din has any idea of the effect he just had on you.

***

"That all you got, big boy?" you tease, wiping sweat from your forehead.

You've come to enjoy sparring with Din. Not only do you get to work on a skill you were sorely lacking previously, it’s also a wonderful distraction while traveling. There’s only so much tinkering you can do before you start to look for something else to do and you’ve already watched the holos you have saved a thousand times over. Not to mention the other benefits.

Din’s breathing is ragged, the modulator only emphasizing how out of breath he is. For once, you actually seem to have him on the ropes. Din his sleeves back up, shaking out his posture before falling back into position. “I’ve got plenty more, can’gal.”

He uses your momentary distraction to land a soft hit. It’s more of a warning tap than anything, reminding you to stay focused. It does the trick.

You circle each other on the thin mats you managed to find on a recent stop. They aren’t much, but it makes enough of a difference that your back appreciates the next morning. Plus the kid likes playing on them when they aren’t otherwise in use.

It's difficult to find any weak points in Din’s stance. Every step he takes is measured and purposeful, confident in where it will land. It feels like you're constantly on your back foot, fending him off instead of putting up a fight. You’ve managed to tire him and for once, you see the attack coming. Din steps forward, his arm following through with it, and you seize your opportunity. Rather than backing away, you step in towards him.

You dodge the punch and catch his arm, pulling him forward and sweeping his legs out from under him. The surprise of the motion and your building strength work to your advantage, toppling Din backwards.

Unfortunately for you, you come down with him.

You let out a small squeal as you're pulled to the floor, the force of it disorienting. Din may not have expected the fall, but he has the reflexes to make up for it. You land on top of him more than the mat, his body taking a bulk of the impact. You’ll never know if that was intended or not. In your combined shock, neither of you move for a moment, taking in the new position you find yourselves in.

Din is looking up from beneath you, your legs straddling his wide body. You use the hand that got pinned against his chest to sit up, still half in shock.

"Did I just-?" you ask.

"You did."

"You swear you didn't just give that one to me?"

"No, that was all you."

"Holy shit! I actually took you down?" You laugh, elated to finally one up him in a spar. A surge of confidence pulses through you. "Look who's got the upper hand now, big guy," you taunt, leaning in towards his helmet.

Din doesn’t say anything but his hands slowly slide up your thighs, cementing you in place. The delicate position you’re in can no longer be ignored, just as the fire burning deep within you can’t. Rational thought flies out the window as you wait to see where this is headed. Forming words to find out becomes impossible.

His hands are warm, carving a trail through your thin athletic pants. You never imagined a moment quite like this and you've done a fair amount of that alone in your room at night. Thank the maker for the well insulated walls.

Mercifully, he stops when he lands on your hips. You both are taking slow, measured breaths like still air before the skies open and let loose. You open your mouth to say what you aren’t even certain and all that escapes is a small shriek as Din flips you flat on your back.

With his considerable size, he fills your vision. The bulk of his mass hovers just above your body, making you all too aware of the way he's settled between your legs. Trying to move is futile and the last thing on your mind.

Somehow during the flip his hands moved to your wrists which are now pinned to the mat. Even this close you can't see through the visor, but you can feel his eyes on you. Your chest heaves, grazing his ever so slightly with each inhale.

Din has you completely at his mercy. Most in this position would be pleading for their lives only to end up lodged in carbonite. You know that won't be your fate, but a thrill runs down your spine to think of all that he could do with you.

You wish you could look into his eyes – if only to have some better indication of what's running through his mind. Instead all you can see is your own warped reflection, which makes you more nervous with every passing second. It feels like you’re laying everything bare without having to say a word.

“Never assume you have the upper hand, cyare.”

Before you have a chance to respond, Din is up and walking away from you on the mat. He heads straight towards his room, the smallest of glances back at you before the door slides shut.

The ghost of Din’s body is still pressed against yours. You don't think a cold shower is going to take care of this. You fall back against the mat, trying to calm your breathing. "Fuck."

***

Din’s heart races as he closes the bedroom door. This has been happening more and more often lately. It’s completely unlike him to run from a confrontation, but this isn’t a fight. This is something completely different.

He sets Grogu down on the bed, who stares up at him with wide eyes. It doesn’t take a genius to see the concern his son has for him. “Patu!”

Din takes his helmet off, scrubbing a hand over his face. “I know, ad," he says, sounding defeated.

It was so simple this time. He came back from a hunt to find you feeding Grogu, something you've done more times than he can count now, and he lost all semblance of sense. You probably think he had a bad day based on his stilted reaction towards you and quick retreat into his room, when in reality he got a solid lead. He can’t think straight around you. Every little thing you do distracts him and fills his head with cotton balls.

Grogu tugs on him, forcing his tiny body into Din's lap. He babbles some more, the meaning behind the almost words still coming through loud and clear. Din doesn't have a good answer.

You laugh or smile, or sometimes all you have to do is look at him, and he turns into a bumbling fool. Din can hear Paz’s laughter in his head at the way he stumbles over his words with you.

Sometimes he thinks you’re just as affected as he is, but he can never be sure. He would hate to be presumptuous and if you are affected, you do a far better job of hiding it.

Every day is a step further into unknown territory. You work your way deeper into his heart, cementing your place there while scaring the shit out of him. What would it be like to change the nature of your relationship? Din's not sure he has it within him to find out. Not if it ruins everything you currently share.

He's thought of you, and even Tex, as part of his aliit for weeks now. It's become next to impossible to imagine his life without you. He knows Grogu feels the same way.

Only one question remains. Where does he go from here? He could leave things as they are, which seems safe but more torturous with every passing day, or he could take the risk and potentially ruin everything.

Din groans again and falls backwards onto his bed. Whatever the answer is, he's not working it out today. Grogu doesn't have it either and gently pokes at the tip of Din’s nose. Hopefully he can figure out this tangle in his heart soon.

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Comme Les Fleurs - Chapter 9

Chapter 9: Love Lies

Summary: Left with no other options, Kylian must rehab his newly injured leg at a stranger’s home for the next month and she isn’t at all what he expects. Meanwhile, Aurèle has to deal with easily-irritated and sullen Kylian as she opens her home to him.

Word Count: 9.2k

Warnings: angst, fluff, kissing, cursing, brief lying

Note: Sorry for the month long wait! There will most definitely be some errors and/or redundancy, I did not get to edit as efficiently.

Kylian didn’t want to leave. It was his first time waking up with Aurie snuggled up on his side and his face immediately fell at the sight of her so relaxed next to him. The sun was barely peeking through her windows as its rays bounced off her cheeks. He brushed her cheeks with his thumb before sliding his legs in between hers, wanting to feel every part of her body against his. She hissed and for a moment it startled him, thinking he had accidentally woken her up. He wanted more time to hold her without thinking about how for the most part of today, they were going to be separated.

Aurie stirred, her eyes fluttering open that Kylian could only give her a goofy smile in return. Her arms were already dangling around his torso so she squeezed him tighter, “Good morning.”

“Morning, chérie. I woke you, hmm?”

She nods her head, “Mm-hmm.” She closes her eyes as she uses his chest to block out the sun. He chuckles, kissing her temple while sighing.

“Are you going to go back to sleep?”

She peeks up at him, “Why wouldn’t I?” Her lip curls up with mischief and he grins. His hands sneak down to her waist and he pushes her so that her back lies against the sheets. She snickers, arms wrapped around his neck as he settled beside her. He kisses her forearms, Aurie giving him a small smile that makes him swoon.

Aurie pulls him down to her lips, groaning at the feel of them. Her nails were already digging into his bare shoulders, him deciding to sleep shirtless and she was enjoying every moment leading up to that decision. He chuckles once he feels her other wandering hand near his shorts waistband.

“Aurèle,” he scolds.

“What?” she bites down onto his lip that he suddenly elicits a scowl. He lets her have her way, knowing that her hand will stray near his waistline and never dip inside until he takes more of an initiative.

She reels back, playing with the strings while looking up at him, “I’m going to miss you today.”

“You still have me for a couple of hours,” he simpers. His fingers draw mindless circles on her thighs. “I’m going to miss you too.”

“You know what Martin asked of me the other day?” she asked. He shakes his head. “He asked if I’d be willing to be at PSG Campus in the event that you still aren’t healed by preseason training.”

Kylian frowns, he knew she wasn’t anticipating a move back into rehabbing footballers. Even if she would be there for possibly a month, she didn't want to be in that kind of setting anymore. He purses his lips, “Do you think you’ll still need to help me by then?”

She shakes her head, “No. I think if you’re training with Martin exclusively for that first week back, you’ll be fine. Of course I will have to run some final tests on you in two weeks, but I trust Martin more than anyone else on that staff.”

He nods, his eyebrows furrowing, “Do you…even want to go back to football?”

Aurie looks away from him. “I don’t know. Martin just seems a bit—rattled.”

“Rattled?”

“He’s always complained about the rehab group, always had his doubts with them. Said that even though he gives them specific instructions, it isn’t enough. He’s getting a bit frustrated I guess,” she explains. “And with the new coach coming in, he suspects Luis will bring in his own staff. Martin’s job is safe, but he doesn’t know the staff and it’ll be a challenge trying to figure out how they operate.”

“When did you speak to him?”

“Yesterday. I had to give him a final debrief before your meeting with him today. Oh, and of course Dr. Minic as well.”

“Minic?” Kylian furrows his eyebrows at the mention of the psychologist. He sits up.

“Yeah,” Aurie said. She sits up next to him and folds her legs, “You do realize I have to document your temperament and progress each day after therapy right?”

He rolls his eyes, “I know.”

“So why are you surprised about Dr. Minic?”

He shrugs, “I have a meeting with him today, too. Suddenly planned.”

“Ah,” she clicks. “He does enjoy his random meetings.”

He groans, remembering the random check ups midseason last year. The visits became more frequent during their losing stretches, since February. Kylian grew tired of hearing Dr. Minic call for him after practice. He was certainly the last person he wanted to see today.

Aurie squeezes his shoulder and then kisses the skin, “You’ll be okay.” She hops out of the bed while Kylian watches her.

“I don’t even know what to talk to him about.”

“It’s a good thing he asks the questions,” she turns towards him and gives him a smirk. His downcast in mood immediately dissipates, shuffling off the bed to wrap his arms around her again. She lets out an innocent laugh, and Kylian can only bear to stuff his head into her neck, kissing her skin as he chuckles.

“Your beard tickles!” she pushes him away despite him holding her from behind. Aurie squeals as he continues to brush his chin against her neck, stopping once her back hits her dresser. He laughs, resting his forehead on top of hers.

Things with Aurie were so simple. So simple to be himself without feeling the weight of the world on his shoulders. Even when he was at the Roland Garros and his image was being analyzed, he didn’t feel any of the weight. It would be his first time back at the PSG Campus, and while it wasn’t unusual, reporters and journalists seeing him there during his time “off” would certainly spark up rumors.

He could only imagine.

But for now, he could only focus on Aurie. His Aurie.

She smiles, “Hi.”

“Hi.” He pecks her lips and then her cheek before pulling away and running off, letting out a loud cheeky laugh as he exits her bedroom. She shakes her head, holding off a laugh.

Aurie had set him up on the treadmill and despite her watching him like a hawk, he felt as if he were alone. The window in front of him was all he focused on, he couldn’t even feel Aurie’s guiding hand on his pelvis.

They were going to take workouts outside today, picking up the intensity after the last low-intensity sessions. He was progressing onto harder challenges and Aurie didn’t hesitate to start him into a faster jog, but she wanted to see him jogging on grass first before they tried upping the pace. The inflammation of his calf was very minimal and he hadn’t complained of pain since his last flare up.

However, because of the night session being canceled so that Kylian’s leg had adequate amount of time to rest after increasing the intensity, it meant he had many different appointments today. Martin would be examining his leg today at the PSG Campus and that meant cameras and questions. Then, he would meet with his parents and his lawyer, a decision looming in the distance that was only a matter of weeks away to be announced. A part of himself had already made up his mind for the upcoming season. He had known since last year when he signed the new contract, his stomach churning at that thought now.

Aurie, being as perceptive as she was, raised her eyebrows at his sudden silence, “Did that hurt?”

“No.”

It was a small stutter in his cadence and she noticed it. He sunk his teeth onto his bottom lip, lowering his gaze to the numbers of the machine. He only had a couple of more minutes, but he wished he could go longer. A run always cleared his mind and the few minutes he had wasn’t enough.

Aurie slowed down his speed, instructing him to walk and then debriefed him about the running exercises outside. Like Kylian, she also had to do a couple of things around the house and nursing home, especially start setting up the Summer Gala decorations.

As she stretched his hamstring while on a step stool, she focused on him, “Are you okay, Ky?”

He turned towards her, giving her a small smile, “Yeah. Just a lot on my mind.”

She set his leg over her shoulder again, “Do you want to talk about it?”

He blew out a raspberry, “I have a lot of things to do today…” Not a lot of time to think.

“That’s what’s bothering you?” She gave him an understanding smile that he can’t help but to smile back. His fingertips traced her knuckles as he stared at her necklace. It always caught the sun somehow. It glimmered but it wasn’t blinding.

He pondered about how perfect of a gift it was for her; no matter where she was, she glowed. Her presence radiated attention that it was impossible to ignore her. How could he ever overlook the effect she had on him in such little time? Whether it was from her having to be attached to his hip or the way she carried on as if he wasn’t there, he loved it. She stopped for no one. Not even him. And that’s what he appreciated more. He wasn’t a star in her eyes. He was just Kylian.

“Kylian,” she spoke.

“Hmm?”

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Her eyebrows were knitted and Kylian instinctively ached to reach across to touch her face. His fingers could only do so much to her working hands. Once she set his leg down, he sat up, already knowing she was going to massage his quad.

“I’m okay,” he muttered. His eyes glanced down to her lips, “Kiss?”

“No, I’m working.”

“One kiss,” he pouted. Aurie flicked him on his nose and he squirmed while chuckling. “Fine then, nevermind.”

“You know the rule,” she huffed. She was still a bit apprehensive of him. He was more quiet than usual but the two of them did have busy hours ahead of them, so she wasn’t going to ask for more. She taps his thigh, “Alright, let's go outside. Remember what I said, slow and easy.”

He was eager to step back on the grass and run, even with the weight of the day. Her lawn wasn’t a football pitch, but it was definitely flat. She had already walked the length of it and made sure there weren’t any hidden holes or rough patches. The grass was trimmed short and had been maintained well.

“I’m going to run with you, we’ll go about half way and then walk it to the end,” she informed. “You keep my pace.”

Kylian nods, stretching his legs some more while Aurie sets up her timer. She gives him a nod and for the first time in months he’s back running—jogging—on grass. It was a major win in his eyes. One of the first milestones to being integrated back into training. He still had a lot to do, but for right now, he would soak up this victory.

Aurie smirked to herself when she noticed Kylian smiling as he looked around her lawn. She had been motioning him to be a step in front of her so she could pay attention to his mechanics. He wasn’t compensating for any pain or stiffness and that generally meant good news. Bleu’s collar began to jingle from behind them, and seconds later, he quickly sprinted past the both of them.. Kylian chuckled, turning towards Aurie and sending her a wink. He was so proud, his eyes nearly closed because of his overjoyed grin.

He truly was at ease.

As the two of them reach the midway point, Aurie brushes her hand against his forearm, “Let’s go ahead and slow down.”

He nods, slowing down into a walk and he can’t help himself. He throws his arms around Aurie’s shoulders from behind and kisses her cheek repeatedly, “Thank you, Aurèle. Thank you, thank you.” His lips continue to shower her cheek and jaw until he circles in front of her to cradle her head, hands perfectly slotted underneath her jaw. Her infectious giggle fills their silence, Kylian simpering in front of her. His knees, already on the verge of giving out as Aurie places her hands against his firm waist.

“Gah!” he groans. “I want to kiss you!” He proclaims the statement loudly, it now physically starting to hurt him to not kiss her lips.

Aurie chuckles, beckoning her chin upward for him. “Go ahead and kiss me, princess.”

Kylian grins, connecting her lips with hers immediately. Aurie’s on her tiptoes, pressing her waist against his hips. Hands are sliding down the back of her neck as he pulls away and draws her into a hug. Her forehead hits the edge of his shoulder brimmed with sweat but she doesn’t mind it at all, only drawing him closer.

“You’re welcome, but we still have some ways to go, you,” she says.

“I want you to meet my family,” he blurts out. Aurie’s eyes go wide at his sudden outburst. Her eyes are quick to stray from hers, clearly she hadn’t had a good track record with families. A father who only spoke to her a couple of times a year, no bad blood between them except a giant wedge of life and distance that separated them. And then her mother.

Kylian recovers, “Not today. Just some day. I think you’d really get along with my brother, as well as my sister-in-law. My niece and nephew, they’re around Simi’s age. They’d adore you.”

Aurie narrows her eyes from the sun, “And your parents?”

Kylian’s shoulders deflate, a breathless smile fanning his face, “They’d love you. I can already see my mom inviting you to my games and forcing you to sit next to her. She’d probably invite you to dinner more than she’d invite me!”

Aurie laughs, her nerves dissipating as she watches Kylian gush about his parents. He’s animated, pointing out different ways that she would be integrated into the family without causing disruption. It was almost too good to be true. She could only remember glimpses of something like that from her childhood, before her mother’s injury. Before everything changed. To know that Kylian still had a family that remained cordial and close-knit with each other, it amazed her.

He pecks her forehead, “Whenever you’re comfortable, my mom already tells me she wants to hear this ‘wonder woman’ I brag about.”

She laughed, “Oh god, I have a name to live up to.

He shakes his head, “You have nothing to worry about. They love you already.” He draws one sweaty arm over her, “I think I’ve been infected by your happiness.”

“Come a long way from the first night, hmm?” she smirks.

He chuckles, “I had no idea what I was getting myself into.” He takes her hands in hers as they walk the rest of the length. Kylian stares down at the white fence that awaits them, Bleu wagging his tail as he sniffs the perimeter, having picked up a scent. Kylian gives Aurie’s hand a brief squeeze, “Why have you never taken me out all the way over here?”

Aurie raises her eyebrows, “You say that as if you were grounded from the outdoors. My land is your land for the moment, except if you kill my plants. Don’t think I forgot what Sergio told me.”

He throws his head back in a laugh, “I haven’t touched your plants, I promise. I’ve barely touched the one in my room!”

Aurie rolls her eyes, “Right, or so I think so far.” Kylian gives her a knowing look. “Once we reach the fence, we’ll run the length back.”

He nods. The two of them switch between running and walking the length of the backyard. Kylian’s movements are flawless, and Aurie is feeling good about herself, not only because of his progress, but because Martin would be able to see just how far he has gotten. Determining his status for the preseason was still up to debate, but perhaps he could play for a few minutes. It all depended on the next few weeks.

Once they finished the last run, Kylian went to shower while Aurie decided to cook them lunch. He was scheduled to leave before she was planning on leaving so it wasn’t much of a problem for her to delay her shower.

After lunch, Aurie met Kylian in his bedroom, knocking against the already propped door softly. She could see him swing his head towards the door, giving her a tensed, thin-lined smile.

“You okay?”

His lips press firmer, “I’m nervous.” He kept soothing his white shirt, trying to get rid of the imaginary wrinkles. She leaned her weight against her dresser, eyeing him. His cheeks rose in heat because she would pry the answers without having to ask. He clears his throat with a cough, “I should get going. Mac and Paul are here.”

“Give me your phone number,” she said. “In case I’m asleep by the time you get home. I mean you have a key anyway, so it’s okay if you don’t text.”

“I’ll text you, love, don’t worry,” he chuckles at her ramble. He hands over his phone, “Isn’t it odd that we don’t have each other’s numbers?”

“Well we’ve been like conjoined twins for a great deal of the time,” she jokes. “Plus, my little black beepers won’t reach the city.”

“Now you send me those photos we took when I chopped up wood.”

“Oh I can!” She brightens, as if the idea just occurred to her now like he wasn’t longing for those photos. He had always forgotten to ask, only remembering right before he was about to sleep.

He chuckles, stepping forward to kiss her cheek, “Thank you for lunch, chérie. I’ll be back before you know it.”

“Let me know how your meeting with Martin goes.”

“I will, every detail,” he pecks her lips one more time and then turns towards the door while grabbing a sweater. Aurie follows him down the stairs and locks the door behind him.

---

There’s a gnawing feeling in Aurie’s chest as she checks her phone. After having spent hours moving around the furniture of the ballroom to make room for the Summer Gala’s decorations and tables, she finally had the time to sit in her car to eat a quick snack. She just now decided to stop working on the room because of her grumbling stomach, having gotten so immersed with the designs Angie’s assistant had thought of.

Now, checking her phone, there’s a message from Camille. Her and Camille were in the ballroom together decorating but Camille had to leave to pick up Simone from daycare.

She opens the message that sends her to a tweet, the tweet reading in all caps:

BOMBAZO: KYLIAN MBAPPÉ RUMORED TO LEAVE PARIS SAINT-GERMAIN. THE FRENCHMAN COULD FINALLY BE ON HIS WAY TO REAL MADRID. VERY IMPORTANT NEXT WEEKS.

Her eyebrows furrow at the tweet and Camille’s five question marks. Her and Kylian hadn’t talked about his football plans so she had no idea whether it was true. She scrolled mindlessly through a Twitter thread that had been linking him to certain teams since the beginning of June. She had remained clueless to all of the transfer news surrounding him, and she wondered if Kylian had done so too.

Although she doubted it; all the missed phone calls, the missed texts from his parents that he tried to hide, they had always been there. He was clearly ignoring them for a reason, and for a halting minute, her throat goes dry thinking about how much she brushed off his tensed mood when those phone calls would occur. She noticed them but did nothing, Kylian assuring her that it wasn’t anything serious.

Aurie had never been great at the “talking” part of therapy, and she knew it was one of her greatest weaknesses. She often found it difficult trying to give her patient advice when they were going through a challenging time—and it was ironic because it was part of her job. She wasn’t a therapist, but empathy and understanding were required. She needed to know how a patient was doing mentally in order to know how they would perform their rehab exercises when she wasn’t with them, and Kylian possibly dealing with the constant back and forth of something this grand the entire time, well she was going to need Dr. Minic’s phone number on speed dial.

Pulling out of the parking lot and heading home, Aurie suppresses whatever rumors were floating the Internet. She wasn’t entirely surprised by the news, having been prepared for the possibility of the media’s involvement with Kylian before he came. It was why he was at her house instead of Paris.

“What the fuck,” she mutters as she enters her driveway. Bleu is at the front of the gravel driveway, sniffing where the grass meets the gravel. It was unusual to see him this upfront of the house, Aurie had taught him to not stray this far ahead. He knew to stay either in the house or in the backyard when she was gone, and he learned very early on to follow those rules.

She lowers her window, “Bleu!”

He doesn’t perk his head up at her, nor did he when she first entered the driveway. He was eliciting a high-pitched whine as if he was in pain, his movements were skittish. Aurie’s worry grows, she whistles at him and finally his head snaps up at her. His cries grow as he suddenly spins in circles and barks. Aurie puts the car in park and immediately gets out, rushing to his side.

There’s a red, bloody gash on his snout she spots while dropping to her knees. She doesn’t even feel the searing pain that shoots to her knees as the gravel scrapes them, “Oh my god.” Bleu shakes his head while Aurie stills him, examining his cut. It was too deep to have been an accident, unless a tree had fallen right on top of him.

Bleu lets out another shriek as she examines the rest of his head. His teeth show hints of red in them, and immediately Aurie’s worry turns to panic and anger. The black fur of one of his legs glistens from the blood trailing down it.

“Merde, merde, merde,” she spat.

Aurie looks around, searching for any signs of what happened. Bleu could have surely gotten in a fight with an animal or an unleashed dog. He was territorial and could sniff any ill-intent from someone or something. But was she sure? Not at all.

She hops back in the car with Bleu and drives forward to the entrance of her house. The gnawing feeling in her throat has yet to go away and Bleu continues to whine. She unlocks her door without trouble, despite Bleu’s insistent cries.

“What is it?” she whispers. Bleu dashes up the stairs, Aurie following him closely. There she suddenly notices the glass on the stairs, shrapnels littering the corridor, dramatically spilling into the entrance of Kylian's bedroom. Bleu lays down in the corner as she notices the rock right next to him. She wanted to scream. Bleu was walking and laying underneath glass that had most likely penetrated his paws by now. But there was also a giant, gaping hole in her window.

She wasn’t sure what to deal with first.

Heart pounding, fingers shaking as she dials Camille’s number, she holds in a muffled sob that escapes her mouth once Camille answers.

“Hello?”

Aurie isn’t sure how she does it, but Camille and Raphael are immediately at her house within a couple of seconds. Simone is alongside the two of them, clinging onto her mother in Raphael’s truck as he goes and searches the house for any intruders. It wouldn’t have mattered anyway since Bleu and Aurie stayed glued in those same positions upstairs in the corridor staring at each other in shock. She ordered Bleu to stay down to prevent him from further injury, but she was paralyzed with shock to make a move. Bleu barked dreadfully as he heard Raphael’s truck pull in, but his tail immediately wagged once he saw him rush up the stairs.

Raphael was the one to pull Aurie out of her trance, his hands carefully wrapping around both of her shoulders to stand in front of her, “Hey, come on. It’s safe, alright?” She could only recognize him by his brown curls, his face blurred from her tears. Aurie’s ragged breathing suddenly turned into deep labored breaths, Raphael’s hands grew tighter the second, “I’m right here, it’s okay. Aurie. Breathe with me, alright?”

Raphael snapped his fingers in front of her as her eyes scattered across the room. He guided her breaths, instructing her when to inhale and exhale. Finally, as Aurie came out of her frightened state, she collapsed into Raphael’s arms and sobbed.

It took her about five minutes of Raphael holding her and reassuring her that the house was safe to release him.

“What happened?” she murmurs.

“I think someone came to the house and threw the rock. Judging by Bleu’s gash, maybe they hit him with a stick? I think he might have bit them, so I'll file a report with the police. It shouldn’t take long until someone turns up to the hospital with a dog bite. I found a shirt outside, it was just outside where the window is. There was a sizable bite mark,” Raphael explained.

Aurie digests his words, figuring out how she could stomach the idea of someone hurting Bleu, “Did the rock have a message on it?”

He purses his lips, “It did.”

“What did it say?” Raphael swallows, Aurie watches his Adam’s apple bop as he looks away from her. She wipes her tears, “Spit it out, Rafa.”

“It said, ‘Traître.’”

Aurie wishes that would have sent her to another comatose state but it doesn’t. Instead, it stabs directly into her heart. Not only had Kylian’s news began mass hysteria on Twitter, but they had also found out where she lived. Her safe place, her home. How could someone have possibly found out.

“The police are on the way,” Raphael spoke. “But we should get Bleu cleaned up before anything else.”

She didn’t have time to ponder because he was right. There was a very terrified Simone downstairs and Bleu needed assistance.

“Okay,” she exhales. “Can you pick up Bleu and bring him to the downstairs restroom? I’ll go get the girls, and then you can deal with the police when they come.”

Raphael nods and Aurie turns on her heels to head back downstairs. Glass crunches beneath her shoes with each step. She musters up the fear on her face before she goes outside. Camille has Simone on her lap as she motions them to come out.

“Are you okay?”

“Tatie Aurie!”

Simone’s tear-stained cheeks override Camille’s question, “Hi, bébé, don’t cry, I’m okay.” The blotches of red on her yellow shirt and knees say otherwise. Simone reaches for her aunt and Aurie frowns when she has to deny her, “I’m a little dirty right now, Simi, I can’t hug you. But I promise when I get cleaned up I will, okay?”

Simone nods, “Are you okay?”

“Yes I am,” she beams. Camille locks the truck and holds Simone tight in her arms. Aurie explains to the both of them that there are shards of glass scattered in her house. Some pieces had made it down the stairs so Simone wasn’t to be touching the ground at all.

“Bleu got attacked by another dog, Simi,” Aurie lies, Camille’s eyes flickering towards her. “So we have to give him a bath because he’s bleeding a little bit, and he got scared so he accidentally stepped on the glass.”

“But Bleu knows how to fight.”

Aurie would have laughed if she had the energy, instead she nods, “He sure does…I think he was outnumbered this time. I heard the other dogs had to go to the hospital.”

She forces a smile out to Simone and she snickers, “Poor doggies, hopefully they’re okay too.”

“They’ll be okay,” Aurie promises. “We have to bathe him, alright?” Simone nods, her tiny, giddy smile returning to her face.

Raphael had already placed Bleu on the floor of Kylian’s shower. Camille had put Simone on the sink, setting up an episode of Paw Patrol, so that she didn’t pay attention to the blood flushing down the shower drain.

After Aurie meticulously picked out the glass out of Bleu’s paws, she bathed him and wrapped his paws with gauze, and put on his little booties that he would usually wear during gritty hiking trails. Raphael and Camille cleaned up the downstairs first after the police came in and took pictures. Aurie was able to give them a statement in the middle of cleaning Bleu, but Raphael seemed to know more. He was a private investigator after all, the clues screamed at him like an unsolved puzzle.

The police left shortly after Aurie’s statement, letting the three of them and Simone clean up the rest. Aurie hadn’t even thought about where she’d be sleeping at for the night, and for fucks sake, her cat!

“Shit,” she mutters, running up the stairs, passing a crouched down Raphael on the stairs. She swings Kylian’s door and goes to his closet, Maple always hid there for comfort. And sure enough, there’s a wide-eyed gray ball of fur meowing at her.

“Maple,” she sighs. She scratches her head while Maple purrs loudly at the contact but stays put. Aurie didn’t want to disturb her and knew that it was better for her to be away from the chaos anyway. She leaves her, shutting Kylian’s bedroom door and going back to cleaning.

Meanwhile, Kylian’s car is halting before entering the driveway as three police cars file out. His hands won’t stop trembling as he rereads Camille’s text that he needed to get to Aurie’s house as soon as possible. Watching the police cars go past his window makes him feel sick, practically begging Mac to go around them.

“C’est quoi ce bordel,” he curses. As soon as the van stops, he jumps out. Mac and Paul call out for him but to no avail, following him. Raphael opens the door before Kylian can do so. He steps out and raises his hand, “Wait.”

“Is she okay?” Kylian exclaims, his voice is so hoarse that he doesn’t even recognize it. “What happened?”

Kylian’s heart clenches as Raphael stays quiet. He looks behind Kylian before nodding, “She’s okay—”

“Let me in,” Kylian steps towards the door but Raphael stops him. His hand wraps around Kylian’s wrist and Kylian gapes. Paul and Mac step forward and Raphael immediately drops his wrist.

Raphael glances down at him, “Someone threw a rock at the upstairs window. Aurie is okay, she wasn’t here when it happened. Bleu got injured but he’s okay.”

Kylian can’t believe it, his body going slack at the idea of someone coming here and attacking Aurie’s home. His fist instinctively tightens as he nods, “Let me go in there.”

“You have to be calm. My daughter is here and is already scared, she doesn’t know the exact truth,” Raphael warns.

“I’m calm,” Kylian repeats but Raphael doesn’t bulge. He can make out the blatant fear and worry in Kylian’s eyes. It was justified, but the girls had just finally begun to calm down and there was no way he was going to let Kylian ruin it.

Kylian tries again to open the door but Raphael stops him. “Kylian—”

“Move, Raphael,” Kylian grows impatient. “What the fuck is your problem?”

“You need to calm down.”

“I am.”

“No you aren’t,” Raphael retorts.

“Va te faire foutre!” Kylian spits while Raphael remains unfazed. He rolls his eyes at Kylian’s harsh expression.

“I’ve already told you, if you and your guys step into this house uneasy, you will scare them and that’s the last thing either of them need. I’ve already checked out the house, the police just left, everyone is okay.”

Kylian chews on the inside of the lips. That meant Aurie came home hours ago, hours passed without a notification from her that something happened. He was having dinner with his parents, knee bouncing as he waited for a response from her about meeting his family. It now makes sense why she didn’t answer, and Camille’s timing was almost perfect whenever she sent the text because they were already on their way back to Aurie’s. Granted, it was still a thirty minute tormented car ride without hearing from anyone.

“When did this happen?”

Raphael checks his watch, “Almost three hours ago. There was a lot going on, Kylian. I told Camille to let you know.”

“Okay,” Kylian mutters. He was in Paris anyway, there was only so much he could’ve done had he known.

“Simi thinks Bleu got attacked by another dog,” Raphael winces, “and that he knocked down a vase which made the glass shatter. Just go along with it, alright?”

Kylian nods, giving Mac and Paul a look to back down. Raphael stares at the two men before turning towards Kylian. He opens the door and lets Kylian in. Kylian’s eyes dart around the house in search of Aurie but she’s nowhere to be found. It’s as if the entire room is silent although it isn’t. Simone is bouncing at his feet and Camille is staring at him from the living room with a concerned facial expression. Raphael has to squeeze his shoulder to knock him out of his fear.

“Simi,” he breathes.

“Keelan!” she smiles. “Bleu got in a fight.”

His breaths are ragged as he gives her a shaky nod, “Your dad told me.”

Usually he was good at putting up a facade. It came with his job, but he couldn’t bear to do it to Simone, especially when he didn’t know where Aurie was. For all he knew, she was injured somewhere.

Simone folds her hand in front of her stomach, “You look like you’re going to throw up, Keelan.”

Raphael intervenes and hoists his daughter up, “How about we give Kylian a second to settle in?”

Simone frowns, “And then he can play with me?”

Raphael waits for Kylian to respond but he doesn’t, Raphael nods, “Sure.”

Kylian stared at the two of them blankly. Not only had he put Aurie at risk, but he also put a four year-old in danger. With that knowledge, he wanted to hurl. To wake up from whatever nightmare he was experiencing, that it had all been a dream.

Camille comes to him, “She’s upstairs.”

Kylian nods, it’s barely there but he goes upstairs anyway. The bottom window is covered in a blue, thick tarp. He grits his teeth at the sight. It was next to his bedroom door, but on the other side of it was a window that directly fed into Aurie’s bedroom. The restroom door is wide open, Aurie’s shadow moving in the light that cascaded out.

His breath trembles at the sight of her; her leg up on the sink while she puts a large bandage on red-marked knee. She turns towards him and lets out a chortle, “This is a sight, hmm?”

Kylian goes crashing into her, his weight catches her off-balance but he holds her tightly before she can fall. He inhales her soapy scent like it’s a lifeline, tears brimming in his eyes as he tucks his head into her neck.

“You’re okay,” he mumbles. He reels back and scans her face, his hand is cradling her jaw as he searches every part of her skin that he can see. He presses his lips together, “Why didn’t you call me?”

Aurie finds her balance, adjusting her shirt that had ridden up when Kylian hugged her. “I’m sorry, you were in Paris. You were having a busy day. I didn't want to interrupt it.”

“Interrupt?” Kylian questions. “Aurie this wouldn’t have been an interruption.”

Her eyes flicker away, “I’m sorry.”

He shakes her head, “Don’t be. I’m sorry about this. I’m sorry this happened to you and your family. How is Bleu?”

“He’s okay. He’s in my bedroom resting.”

Kylian pinches the nasal bridge of his nose, “You should’ve called me.”

Aurie can’t help but to feel defensive for a second. What was he supposed to do with that phone call? He was an hour away, there was no way he would possibly be able to help her at that moment. She swallows her thoughts. It was nearly ten at night, and her body was already coursing with emotions.

“How are you?” Kylian asks, resting the weight of his body against the sink.

“Still a little shaken up, but I’m calming down.” She stares back at him and Kylian’s eyes convey more words than he can possibly say. She was already on edge, and seeing Kylian on the verge of bursting, she wasn’t sure how much she could take the growing moments of silence. There were hints of something other than fear. She glances back up at him, “What is it, Kylian?”

He chews his bottom lip, as if debating to ask the question. “Was this…my fault?”

Aurie’s sincere eyes almost break him. They soften upon his fearful gaze, as if his entire life depended on her answer. She could feel it through the half of foot space between him, his guilt seeping out of him. Aurie blinks away her tears rapidly, shaking her head, “No, Kylian, this wasn’t your fault.”

“It was—”

“No it wasn’t,” she quiets.

“Aurie—”

“It wasn’t your fault,” she says curtly. “This wasn’t your fault, alright? It was a random attack. Raphael is already getting information from the police, he’ll tell us everything.”

“How do you know he won’t lie?” he whispers. It almost halts her own lie to Kylian, but she looks past him. Somehow she was always calming him down in situations in which she should’ve been the one panicking, but she had already panicked, already had her time to stress out.

“He’s never been a liar.”

Kylian’s eyes dance between the two of hers and she holds her breath hoping that he believes her. Raphael wasn’t a liar, never to the ones he loved. He protected them with everything—but, he was great at omitting the truth to strangers. Aurie wasn’t sure if Raphael fully trusted Kylian if she were to think about it, the two of them hadn’t interacted much anyway.

He gives her a slight nod, pulling her into another hug. Aurie wraps her arms around him, breathing him in for comfort.

The two of them, Bleu and Maple included, slept in the guest bedroom of Raphael and Camille’s home. Although neither of them could sleep. Aurie’s back was pressed up against Kylian’s frontside, the both of them staring ahead into the dark window, not knowing the other was awake. Kylian’s lips were hovering over her shoulder, his arm tucked alongside her front side holding her close.

But he felt suffocated. He still couldn’t grasp the thought of Aurie lying to him. They were a close-knit family, going to protect each of their own before him. But what was doing them any good stringing Kylian along whenever he was potentially the problem? He debated it back and forth in his head, that Aurie wasn’t lying and it was a random attack, or that she was and somehow trying to protect him. For what?

Kylian kisses her shoulder before slithering his arm out of her grasp, rolling over and grabbing his phone. He slips out of the bed and out of the bedroom. He picks up his shoes and texts Mac while heading out the front door. Before he can send the text, he jumps at the sight of Raphael’s silhouette sitting on the bench in the front porch.

“Shh,” Raphael quiets him down.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“I could ask you the same thing.”

Kylian’s heart thumps through his ear drums as he locks his phone, the text never going through. He puts his shoes on and stares back at Raphael confused. Raphael flicks on a lantern, he’s dressed up in black trousers with a navy buttoned polo.

“Where are you going?” Kylian furrows his brows.

“Where are you going?”

“Cut the shit,” Kylian rolls his eyes.

Raphael stands up, leaning up against the pillar of his porch to look at Kylian, “I just got back from the police station.”

“You were gone this whole time?”

“Mm-hmm.” Kylian was grossly confused with what was happening. Raphael’s piercing eyes weren’t straying from him at all, the lantern casting a glow underneath his hooded eyes. Kylian looks away as Raphael repeats, “Where are you going?”

Kylian shrugs, “I needed air.”

Raphael nods, “You’re leaving.”

Kylian sighs, his shoulders growing tense, “It seems like you’d want me gone.”

He shakes his head, “I don’t. I think I may have read you wrong.”

“How did you read me then?”

“I thought you would stay when times were hard,” Raphael replies nonchalantly. “Here you are leaving the second you get the chance, so I was wrong. You know she loves you, pathetically so.”

Kylian’s mind stills at his confession. Not only at his harsh, partially true words, but of Aurie possibly loving him. He didn’t feel deserving of it, not after all that she had been doing for him. Sure he had his fair share moments to prove his own love for her, but it didn’t feel enough. He couldn’t even say it when they shared their most intimate moments. Maybe his actions spoke louder, but here he was, debating about leaving her in the dark of the night.

Actions.

Raphael shakes his head, “I won’t tell her about this, but you should really think before you do next time. It’s not a good look—”

“Aurie isn’t pathetic.”

“No she isn’t,” Raphael stills, “but you are.”

If looks could kill, Raphael would’ve been six feet under, but he isn’t at all intimidated by Kylian’s dark eyes. Kylian tastes copper as he pries his eyes away from Raphael. He couldn’t argue back with him. He knew he was right, the guilt crawling up his spine.

Moments pass while the two of them stand there in silence. Kylian’s mind was still ablaze thinking about Aurie’s home, and Raphael seemed to be the only one who had the answers.

“Aurie said you weren’t a liar,” Kylian says. “Can you be honest?” Raphael nods, folding his arms. “Did the rock…did it say something? Or a note? Anything?”

Raphael clears his throat, looking behind Kylian and then back at him. Kylian’s heart clenches at his look. It was totally his fault.

“It did,” he rasps. “It said ‘traitor’ in French, written in red paint.”

Kylian’s throat threatens to close up as he chokes on the night air. Raphael stares at him dumbfoundedly as he turns away to get a hold of his breathing. His worst nightmare was playing out in front of him, even worse that it happened when he was gone.

“Kylian,” Raphael calls out. “We already arrested who was in charge of it.”

“‘We?’” Kylian wheezes.

“I’m an investigator. Jesus, get a hold of yourself.”

“I put all of you in danger!”

Raphael grabs a hold of Kylian’s forearm, “Aurie wasn’t lying when she said you carry the world on your shoulders. You give yourself too much credit.”

“What?”

“It was some sick guy from her old class with Martin. He was jealous that Aurie, five years younger than him, was ranked higher than him. Way smarter and always Martin’s preferred aide because she was a quick learner and knew her stuff. He saw you and her pictured together at the Roland Garros, got word of your rumors, and went to her house to scare the both of you.”

Kylian couldn’t drop the confused look on his face, he was stunned at the story. It was a compelling revelation, but he still had so many questions, “How did he know where she lived? And—and how do you know there aren’t others? That he wasn’t working with someone else?”

“Do you think I’m bad at my job?”

“Rafa—”

Raphael let go of his forearm now that he seemed to have calmed down, “Aurie hosted a party years ago at her house, a graduation party of sorts. He remembered the address. He didn’t know you were living with her and we didn’t give it away either. It was only him, we pried.”

“Pried?”

“The point is, she’s safe. Bleu did his job, we questioned him at the hospital and trust me, he was more upset about the dog than his charges.”

Kylian’s unsettling heart beat finally seemed to calm down the longer he digested Raphael’s words. He was still shocked, grateful to know it was an isolated attack. A bit annoyed to know Aurie lied to him, but he wasn’t going to hold it past her head. He was just glad that she wasn’t in danger, and that she didn’t have to give up her home.

“For a moment,” Kylian murmurs, “I thought you despised me.”

Raphael chuckles, “No, I would’ve if you had left. You’re a great guy, Kylian, you wouldn’t have been introduced to my daughter if I despised you.”

Kylian exhales deeply, nodding, “I’m going to tell Aurie that I almost left, so you don’t have to keep it a secret.”

He snorts, “I wasn’t going to. She’s like my little sister, I was going to tell her immediately when she woke up.”

Kylian smiles, his cheeks stiff from having gritted his teeth the past hours. He expected nothing less from Raphael—protective. “Thank you, Rafa. I’m sorry about this.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“How long have you and Camille been together?”

He shrugs, “For about twenty years—” Kylian furrows his eyebrows while Raphael laughs, “—asked her out when I was eight years-old. We never separated.” He says it as if it’s no big deal, as if he wasn’t happily married to his childhood sweetheart now, with careers they both enjoyed and a daughter.

“And Aurie? You’ve known her since she was little then?”

He blows out a raspberry, “She was a force. Constantly straying away from the two of us and buying things at the store. She was always able to get a discount because the people loved her. Restaurants would let us eat for free because Aurie wooed them.” Kylian chuckles, beaming at his memories of her.

He blurts, “Do you actually think she loves me?”

Raphael gives him a dubious look, “God, you really are clueless.”

“I don’t want to ruin this for her—”

“Well she fell in love with whatever you showed her,” he states as if it’s the most obvious thing. “You’ll be fine, Kylian. She’s never let just anybody meet Simi, or us for that matter. I don’t recall ever meeting someone for that matter.”

“She said she didn’t have a choice.”

“She didn’t,” he agrees, “but she would’ve sent you away if she didn’t trust you. I wouldn’t have even entertained the idea as well.”

“What,” Kylian bluffs, “did you investigate me too?”

“Of course,” Raphael says. Kylian’s eyes grow wide at his answer, not expecting his answer. “Nothing bad.” Raphael laughs, squeezing Kylian’s shoulder, “We should get some sleep.”

Kylian is able to stall, getting answers out of him about Aurie’s past, like the girl’s mother, Raphael tells him the same thing: that she wasn’t the same after her accident. He tells him about how their life was before Elina’s accident and the moments afterward. Kylian grieves the idea of how much tighter their family was when her parents were together, and the brief moments they shared when they were in the same house. Raphael tells him more stories of their childhood, like the time Aurie tricked them all into thinking she broke her leg, only finally admitting it was a joke after they called for emergency services. Kylian shares his own family tales, Raphael entertaining the idea of their families meeting, and even being open to it happening soon.

Kylian is able to strike up a deal with Raphael to find Stefan, the little boy from the Netherlands that Aurie had helped. Kylian in return, had to supply him and his family a season’s worth of tickets to the upcoming season. Raphael knew about Stefan, the boy often being mentioned by Aurie when she first started working with him and his family. Raphael had met him a couple of times as well. Kylian just wanted to invite Stefan to the next match.

Finally, Kylian runs out of questions and lets Raphael go to sleep.

When Kylian finally returns to the bedroom, Aurie rolls over towards the door, eyes blinking trying to adjust to adjust to the door opening.

“Kylian?”

“Yes, mon amour?” Kylian whispers, picking up the blankets and scoping her in his arms. She rests her head on his chest, arms slithering around him.

“Where did you go?”

“Outside, have you been awake this whole time?”

“Yeah,” she says sheepishly. “I couldn’t sleep.” Kylian reaches over to turn on the lamp on the side of the bed, Aurie peeking up at him. She notices his tensed jaw and sits up, “What happened?”

“Nothing,” Kylian quiets. He sits up and pecks her jaw, “Since you’re awake, how about we talk, yeah?” His hand creeps towards the side of her head and rests it gently there, giving her a small smile.

Aurie’s worry only grows while Kylian takes her hand in his, drawing soothing circles on top of her hands.

“I want you to be honest with me, even if it hurts me. I don’t care about my feelings, just be honest,” he starts, Aurie’s cheeks rise in temperature. “What did the rock say?”

“Kylian—” Aurie saddens.

“Shh, be honest.”

Aurie frowns, hands almost trembling if it weren’t for Kylian’s hand already wrapped around hers. Her gaze is down as she mumbles, “Traître.”

He smiles, pulling her to kiss her nose, “I love you.”

“What?”

“From now on, Aurèle, I don’t want you sparing my feelings. I don’t care if it’s to protect me, don’t lie to me—unless I am going to panic and you’re trying to calm me down—then that’s okay. But no more lying between the two of us, okay?”

Kylian’s words start to become a blur to Aurie, as well as her vision. She wasn’t sure if she started crying when Kylian asked what was written on the rock or his confession of love, either way, she could only see his growing smile. Her look of bewilderment hadn’t stopped him from continuing, going on as if what he said was no big deal.

Kylian wipes her tears with his thumbs, Aurie’s memorized with the feeling of his thumb pads stroking across her cheeks and the way his eyes are so concentrated on the task. He looked so serene, so calm. Inviting even. Such a simple act that he’s made to be more intimate just by his eyes. More tears spill and his eyebrows slightly pinch together as he tries to keep up.

Aurie swipes his hands away, tackling him until his back hits against the blankets, he chuckles loudly and then immediately slaps his hand over his mouth.

“Aurèle!” he whisper-shouts. “We have to be quiet, they’re sleeping.”

“I love you,” she confesses, a whimsical smile on her as she looks down at Kylian. Her body is pressed entirely on his, elbow propped so that she can look at him, but even then it’s not enough. Kylian places his arm behind his head to look at her, exasperated.

“I don’t think I heard you right,” he smirks.

She pinches the skin near his ribcage and he scowls, pushing her to his side as he turns to face her. They share a kiss as he repeats, “I love you.”

Aurie’s arms wrap around him securely while Kylian’s hand stays pressed against her waist. She reels back from the kiss, “I’m sorry for lying to you earlier. You looked like you couldn’t take any more bad news for the day that I couldn’t, Kylian. I couldn’t be the one to tell you that.”

Kylian presses his lips together, “It’s okay, Aurie. I can handle a lot more than you think. I know how to, and I don’t ever want you to feel like you have to spare my feelings or else I’ll be upset. I’ll be okay, I’ll get over it or find a solution.”

Aurie nods as Kylian strokes her cheek again as if he were deliberately massaging the stress away. “You were gone for a while.”

He sighs, “I was going to leave.”

“Leave?”

“Mm-hmm. I know what I can handle and what I can’t. What I can’t handle is knowing that my presence was putting you and Camille’s family in danger. You guys are a close-knit family, and sometimes I feel like I’m not a part of it. That’s okay, but outsiders should be quiet. They shouldn’t be putting you all in danger.”

Aurie’s heart momentarily breaks at the thought of Kylian feeling singled-out. She had always tried her hardest to include him the few times she went out and for the most part she did, but the times they weren’t together, Aurie would be with her family while he was away with his. He hadn’t been around Camille and Raphael for a while, missing relationships that could’ve been formed.

He continues “I was a little upset that you lied to me but I understand it now. It would’ve been a lot to stomach right then and there.”

“I’m so sorry, Kylian.” Her voice trembles from his words.

“It’s okay, chérie. I don’t think I would’ve lasted an hour without you,” he chuckles. “I spoke to Raphael outside, he was out there too. It’s kind of why I took so long…”

Kylian tells her everything Raphael told him, reassuring her that she would be okay at her home. Kylian recommends letting him have a couple of his security guards at her house so that she could feel safer for the next few weeks.

She lets out a tired chuckle, “...I was just thinking about cameras, not a whole team.”

“It’s up to you,” Kylian kisses her cheek again, wincing at how cold she felt. He draws her closer towards him, hoping to warm her up, “Bleu would have to meet them so that he doesn’t accidentally attack them.”

Aurie nods, “That would be wise.” She lets out a yawn, and Kylian reaches over to turn off the lamp and then snuggles back into her arms.

“I love you,” he mumbles.

“You didn’t tell me about your day!” she remembers.

“Shh,” he closes his eyes. “I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow morning, love.”

“Fine,” she pouts. Kylian opens his eyes and is able to see her bottom lip puckering out. He snickers, kissing her lips. “I love you, too.”

Note: I'm not sure when I will be able to update next, so I've left you guys off with a little bit of fluff. Unfortunately, I had to take an unexpected class last summer that I didn't anticipate, which made me take a month to update. And now I am back in uni with a harsher schedule, I will try to update asap but I really can't promise anything. I apologize for leaving Kylian's day "unknown", any thoughts on how the dinner with his parents and lawyer went? 😏 As always, I appreciate everyone who has read and commented their thoughts whether through anon or a one-word comment, you guys are the best.❤️

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