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Prove It (Pt 5/5)
Dean Winchester x Reader
Dean plans the perfect anniversary do over
Warnings: Fluff
“Thank you for being somewhere safe she can go to, even if it's running from me” Dean told Alicia the next morning with a hint of a smile playing at his lips. She laughed lightly “You're welcome Dean. I don't think I have to worry about her running from you anytime soon but she knows wherever I am she's always welcomed”
You watched the two of them and couldn't help but smile. You felt better than you had in days. Sam and Dean had ended up staying at Alicia's the night before with Sam taking the couch and Dean taking the guest bedroom with you. The two of you had spent most of the night just laying in each other's arms.
When you woke up he was still asleep and you'd gotten a chance to see him at peace which was a rarity most days. He didn't like to let his guard down.
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Dean could feel your eyes on him and looked from Alicia over to where you stood at the trunk of your car with Sam. The plan was for Sam to take your car home so you could ride with Dean. He didn't want you too far away from him, not for a few days at least. He needed to assure himself you were really coming home, that you weren't mad at him and had forgiven him.
Alicia noticed his attention was gone and smiled before touching his arm gently “Word of advice Dean? She loves you with everything she has, if anything was to happen again just call her. She's got to be the most caring person either of us knows. Trust that there isn't a lot in this world that could tear her from your side”
He smiled as he watched you poke Sam's side then laughed “Believe me Alicia, I'll never take her for granted again”
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You were standing shoulder to shoulder with Sam looking across the field next to Alicia's house “I'm sorry for not being the best friend either. You do so damn much not only for Dean but for me too hell for everyone we know. You practically took on Bobby and Ellen's roles within the hunter network we work with. I should've thought more, made Dean just call you something” you poked his side playfully then laughed “Yeah you should've” he looked shocked for a second then saw the look on your face and started laughing too.
His face sobered after a minute and he looked back towards Dean “Serious note? I've never seen him that desperate. He may have a hard time showing it but he really does love you. You're it for him” you glanced back towards Dean before saying “I feel like I overreacted by leaving” he shook his head “No,now come on. You're always defending us now I'm gonna defend you. You were hurt and angry. If you would've stayed it probably would've come down to a fight because when a person is hurt even subconsciously they have the need to hurt who hurt them. You yet again were protecting Dean in a way. You both had time to clear your heads and talk it out”
You pulled Sam into a hug about the time you heard Dean clear his throat. You pulled back and he was looking at Sam who grinned “What?” “Hands off” he teased, causing you both to laugh. You patted Sam's shoulder then winked at Dean “I'm gonna tell Alicia bye then we can hit the road”
You started to walk past him but stopped and left a quick kiss on his lips “I love you” you whispered before walking away.
You'd been back at the bunker for almost a week when Dean woke you up early one morning. You groaned even as his fingers teased at your sides “Dean, I love you but unless you're wanting to have sex please leave me alone”
He laughed at that, laying his head over on your bare stomach “So I can wake you up for sex or a hunt but that's it?” You opened one eye and looked down at him “I'd prefer the sex or at least some light petting but yes”
He laughed harder, rolling over on his back and taking you with him. Once you were straddling his waist you had every intention to curl up and go back to sleep but he caught you before your head could hit his chest “Cmon sweetheart. I got somewhere I want to take you”
You glared at him but knew it was a pitiful attempt because he simply laughed and kissed your forehead “The car's ready. All you have to do is get dressed”
Half of the car ride you'd spent curled up in the passenger seat asleep. The sound of Dean drumming along with the radio and singing lightly was the only noise.
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When he woke you up so the two of you could stop for breakfast he had the biggest grin as you tried to smoothe your hair down “What?” You asked and he shrugged “You talk to me in your sleep, alot” you felt your cheeks warm wondering just what you'd said. He laughed at the look on your face “C'mon. We still got two hours ahead of us”
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You had no idea where Dean was taking you so when he pulled off on a long dirt road you sat up in the seat “Where are we headed?” “You'll see”
The trail was winding but the further he drove the more gorgeous the scenery because. It looked like something straight out of a fairy tale then the cottage came into view. It was a small place tucked in the trees but was beautiful. You noticed a small lake not far from the cottage with an honest to God waterfall.
“Dean” you breathed when the car came to a stop and turned to look at him but he was already looking at you “This is our anniversary do over. Alicia and Max are on standby if Sam needs help with a hunt so for the next two days it's just us”
You felt tears threaten to spill from your eyes “You didn't have to do all this” he nodded “I know but I wanted to. Hell I'm lucky enough to be able to call you mine. Now want to go in or just sit here looking at it?” You laughed lightly “Lead the way”
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#dean winchester x reader#dean winchester x female!reader#supernatural fanfiction#spn fanfiction#dean winchester fanfiction#prove it mini series
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Nick Folio x Reader
Oneshot / Imagine
Content Warning: 18+ only. Fluff and smut are included. Mentions of grinding, praise kink, unprotected p/v sex.
Background: Part two to “Drunk”, Nick cares for the reader the morning after being drunk. When the reader feels better, both her and Nick talk about their feelings more. This leads to more.
The next morning, you woke up with a throbbing headache. Turning your head, Nick was still asleep. Not wanting to wake him up, you carefully get up and go to the kitchen for some tylenol.
As you get to the kitchen, you stand in front of the counter for a few minutes, as you feel like your head is spinning.
Nick walks in and is immediately concerned as he sees you. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine, just need to stand here for a bit. I have a throbbing headache.” You reply.
“Have you taken anything?” He asks.
“Not yet-” You start to say.
He goes to one of the cabinets in the kitchen and grabs some tylenol for you. Then he grabs a bottle of water from the fridge, and walks back towards you.
“Here.” He says, giving them to you.
“Thanks.” You say, taking your tylenol, then drinking some of the water.
“So um, do you remember anything about last night?” He asks.
You think for a moment. “I think I do. I told you stuff didn’t I?”
“Mhm. You told me you loved me.” He admits.
“Did I really?” You ask.
“Yeah, you told me a lot of stuff.” He says.
Your face flushes from a pink color, to absolutely red. “I am so sorry.”
“Don’t be. Is it actually true?” He asks.
“...Yeah.” You mumble.
“I feel the same way, y’know.” He says, bringing one of his hands to your face to stroke your hair.
You look up at him, and you both smile at each other. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” He says, as his thumb is moving against your jaw.
He looks at you for a minute, then you two kiss. It turned into a makeout session, but after a bit you two pull away. Breathless, he asks you how your head is.
“It’s better.” You say, breathlessly.
He grabs your hand, and leans in close to your ear. “You wanna move this somewhere else?”
“Absolutely.” You say. He smirks, and leads you back to your bedroom.
As you both get to your bedroom, you push him on the bed. Then you get on the bed, and straddle him. You lean in and kiss him, soon it gets heated.
Smirking, you decide to grind on his lap.
“Fuck,” He groans.
“Fuck is right.” You reply.
As you continue doing this, you can feel him get as hard as a rock.
After a while, he decides that he’s had enough, and pins you to the bed so you’re on your back.
He grinds against you and you whine as you feel his hard-on.
“How long are you gonna keep teasing me like that?” You whimper.
“I dunno. You were teasing me, so it’s only fair that I tease you.” He says.
“No fair.” You mumble.
“Oh, it’s absolutely fair.” He chuckles.
You then tug at his clothes. “Off,”
“Patience.” He laughs before taking off his tank top.
You lick your lips, then take off your own shirt.
“God damn, you’re gorgeous.” He says.
“You too.” You chuckle.
“Mmmm,” He groans out before crawling over you.
Kissing your cheek, then going to your neck, you let out a soft moan.
His hands then go to your bra, and take it off of you.
He then squeezes your boobs, and messages them with his thumb for a few moments before kissing down your body.
As he gets to your shorts, he looks up at you like he’s asking for permission.
“It’s okay,” You tell him.
He smiles, and takes them off. After taking them off, he throws them somewhere not caring where they land. He then teases you over your underwear, causing you to whine.
“Be patient, baby.” He says before touching the material of your underwear, slowly taking them off, then again, throwing them somewhere.
“Please,” You beg.
“Only because you said please.” He says.
The next thing you know, you feel two of his fingers inside of you.
“Fuck,” You moan.
“You like that, baby?” He asks.
“Mhmm,” You breathe out.
“Good girl,” He praises you.
“Keep saying that.” You mumble.
“You like that? You like being my good girl?” He continues.
“Fuck, yes. Yes I do.” You say.
“I had a feeling you liked that.” He chuckles.
Before you know it, you feel yourself getting close, but before you can let go, Nick removes his fingers.
You whine as he does this.
“Shh, I wanna feel you.” He says, while taking off the rest of his clothes.
He crawls back on the bed, hovering over you, then he sinks into you.
His hands travel to your hips, gripping them hard enough to leave bruises the next day.
He starts to move, making uncontrollable sounds leave your mouth.
“Fuck, Nick.” You whine.
“Keep saying my name, baby.” He tells you.
You keep doing that, and soon enough, you feel yourself getting close again.
“Nick please,” You whimper.
“I know baby, I know. I’m close too, cum with me.” He says.
The closer you get, the louder your sounds become. As he notices how close you are, his hand reaches down to touch you.
As you reach your high, you scream out his name, not caring how loud you are. He pulls out and releases on your stomach.
He then collapses on top of you, and when you come down from your high, you run your hands through his hair. A few moments later, he looks up at you and smiles.
You laugh. “You’re so silly.”
“Why, thank you. So uh..are we…together now?” He asks.
“I mean…you never asked yet, technically.” You reply.
“Do you want to?” He asks.
“Yeah, I’d love that actually.” You say.
“Good.” He says, before kissing you.
After he pulls away, he tells you to stay put so he can get you both clean.
Once he cleans you with a wet towel, you decide to take a shower.
He ends up joining you (no funny business), and you both change into better clothes when finished.
For the rest of the day, you decide to go out and explore the city with Nick.
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"GO TO SLEEP" - akutagawa ryuunosuke
✁akutagawa, of all people, puts you to sleep. warning : slight mentions of death.
"i told you to sleep hours ago."
your thumb freezes from the voice coming from behind you, preventing you from scrolling deeper through whatever social media platform you were occupying yourself with, it didn't really matter at the moment. you thought of pretending to sleep, but it's probably to late for that, and akutagawa is not stupid. he knows you've been awake for too long.
closing your phone, you shuffle around the futon and looked up to your boyfriend, who was already dressed and ready for work. he starts fairly early in the morning, before dawn, then arrives way past dusk. catching him before he left for work was a common occasion, but he didn't really like it. waking up to see you still awake, fiddling with your phone, irritates him endlessly and has given you reminders to get to sleep earlier, but to his unfortune, it's no use.
"i'll be fine, love. off you go." you tuck your hands under the pillow under your head, giving him a soft smile. akutagawa, however, was unfazed. his stare almost disintegrates your eyes from how harsh he was staring, but you got the message. sighing, you lift your phone towards his direction. "here, you can place it somewhere far. i won't touch it."
"how am i so sure that you won't just stand up and get it after i'm gone?" he takes your phone anyway, but makes no move to tuck it inside his pocket or place it on top of the wardrobe.
"do you not trust me? i'm hurt, love."
"no, i don't. unfortunately, i can't trust you with yourself." he walks over to your side of the futon and sits besides you, placing your phone somewhere on the floor. you shift your gaze towards him, his face still unreadable and blank. he knows that you've been staying up all night recently, with no particular reason. you weren't doing any work or anything of the sort, and you were beyond tired because of the events during the morning of, but somehow you force yourself to stay up until the sun rises and it's time for you to start the day again. akutagawa is aware of this, he's been seeing you wide awake at ungodly hours for too many times. you claim that you just woke up and were trying to lull yourself back to sleep, but he knows better than that.
"i'm okay, ryuu. seriously, you should go." you tuck your hands inside the covers, feeling the strain on your eyes, drowsiness following after. your half-lidded stare causes him to sigh and place his palm over your eyes to guide them to close, then moving his hand to your hair to gently scratch your scalp.
the feeling of his calloused fingers running through your hair brings a shiver down your spine, a tingling sensation running down your neck and over your shoulders. suddenly, all the clenched muscles in your body relaxes and you slump down on the futon. with a soft hum, you whisper, "that feels nice."
you can't see him, and you don't wanna open your eyes to strain them any further, but you're sure that he has this contented look on his face. the same face he always wears when he does something for you, a ghost of a smile on his lips and a slight blush on his cheeks. he loves doing things for you, knowing that he's the one who's helping you become comfortable and happy. usually, at his own hands, he brings the demise of hundreds of people, giving them hell and suffering, but with you, his hands bring you the upmost joy. his hands, which end the lives of many, delicately touches you just to bring you warmth, the absolute opposite of himself.
just after a few moments pass, he hears your breathing steady and soft snores leaving your lips. he brushes the hair off of your forehead and kisses the skin just below your hairline, careful not to wake you. with a swift motion, he's grabbing your phone off of the floor and stands up, turning off all your alarms set for only a few hours later. he figures that you needed the sleep more.
before leaving, he checks back in with you to see that you've moved towards his side of the futon, still in a peaceful slumber. contented, he quietly makes his way out of the apartment.
╰─▸ ❝ @[akutails]'s work is not open to reposts, plagiarism, and the likes. (09/01/22). reposted from @[yatsugareboyf].
#✎-love letters#akutagawa ryuunosuke#akutagawa#bsd akutagawa#akutagawa x reader#bsd x reader#akutagawa ryuunosuke x reader#ryuunosuke akutagawa x reader#bsd akutagawa x reader#akutagawa imagines#akutagawa fluff#bungou stray dogs x reader#bsd imagines
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Hera = mom
well, ao3's broken for me, so here I am posting my Rebels shit 'cause of the latest Ahsoka episode.
WE GOT OUR BOY (i was going to have here that one GIF from goblet of fire but couldn't find it. well.)
here's those ideal circumstances we will never have in series but always have in our heads. enjoy reunion of Hera and her eldest son.
He could feel his anticipation like it was coursing through his veins instead of blood. It burned inside of him, as if it was a small sun, fit into his chest and his very eyes shined brighter with this glow of unpatiened happiness.
It was selfish of him, of course. He felt so much, that every jedi of old would call him a failure.
Well, Kanan would be proud.
Ezra was standing in the cockpit of Ahsoka's ship, glued into place, as he watched familiar views move beside them. Even stars, so different there, looked like they glimmered welcoming him home. Ezra could feel tears forming somewhere in his eyes, air stuck in his throat.
This pure, overwhelming happiness, in which he was caught up for a short moment, Ezra knew was soon to fade. But Sabine's eyes, watching him closely, her smile, told him it was alright to be a happy dumbass for a moment. Even, maybe, for a while. She was there to support him, as she always did.
Ahsoka was speaking, giving the codes and securing their landing, but Ezra could not find himself composed enough to listen. It was like he was a kid again - not that man he grew up to be in Rebellion, and all those lonely years on the witches' planet, but a small child on Lothal, who was just given the best gift any child could wish for.
"Ahsoka? Are you there?"
Ezra's eyes darted to the communication device and his breath would be caught if only he had been breathing for the last minute.
"Greetings, General Syndulla," smiled Ahsoka, squinting on her companions. "I think it is for the best if you meet us in the angars."
"Ezra", Ezra started, hearing Sabine's quiet whisper. "Breathe."
Ezra nodded, a bit frantically, and took a deep breath. Sabine took one with him, very obvious so he could see it. Ezra huffed a little laugh and Ahsoka smiled, looking at them.
"I brought your kids."
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Ezra was feeling like he was about to burst. Sabine was hovering around him, never too far, like she was afraid to let him go of her eyesight, but would never admit it. He could understand that - he was doing the same, up until this one moment, where everything around demanded his attention, otherwise it would be gone. Ezra was being torn apart by the very world around him, he wanted to go and hug every one person who looked vaguely familiar, he wanted to go and touch every ship that had any resemblance to the coridors he saw in his dreams for the last decade. It was all so unreal, and he needed to see, to feel every thing, to prove himself that it wasn't his optimistic hope that was keeping him alive for all those years.
Ezra took another breath, when Sabine moved closer, lightly brushing his hand with her fingers to catch his attention. He looked at her, still overwhelmed. Sabine watched his eyes closely and smiled again.
"Ready?"
Ezra smiled.
"Always has been."
Ahsoka walked out first, Sabine after her, but Ezra hesitated a bit. He needed to make this step - one step and it all is real. Not one of his dreams, composed of Force and imagination, but firm and steady reality.
"Here we go..." he whispered under his breath, taking a step towards Sabine, who was waiting for him on the ramp.
"Need a hand?" she smiled, watching him walk, and Ezra huffed a laugh back.
"Nah, pretty sure my legs're fine." His voice was a bit off, however. Because there, a handful meters away, stood another ship. Big and old, somewhere renewed, somewhere still chipping paint like it was on repair after a bit too harsh flight. VCX-100 light freighter it was - modified, of course, painted differently, and Ezra knew for a fact that if it needed to go anywhere undetected it would.
"Ghost," he breathed out, moving towards it, enchanted. Sabine followed him, still smiling.
"It had a few new modification since you were gone," she said quietly, watching as his fingers brush against painted metal. Ezra stood there, embracing the feeling of cold surface causing light vibration of memory in his very being.
"I feel like it hasn't changed a bit," he muttered in awe, turning to Sabine. She laughed quietly, letting him have this moment.
"Oh trust me, it has." she smiled. "You can ask-"
"SABINE!"
They both turned their heads sharply on the sound of the voice, and Sabine cringed a bit, like a kid who was caught by their parent.
"Hey, Hera..." she waved, walking into the light from the Ghost's shadow in which they stood.
Ezra once again forgot how to breathe. It was becoming a bad habit he had to deal with later, but at that moment he stood under the familiar hull of Ghost, and it felt like ship was welcoming him too, covering him, like a big animal. And Ezra stood there, watching with his widely opened eyes, as familiar figure, half-relieved, half-furious, was fastly walking towards Sabine.
"You are in such big trouble, young lady!" Hera's voice echoed in his ears, bringing back so many memories they threatened to drown him. However, Hera brought Sabine close, hugging her hard before continuing her rant. Sabine used this chance to look back at Ezra and call him over with a nod.
Ezra felt like Ghost let him walk from under it, as if it had a wing under which it hid this boy, who once lived there. Moving to light felt like he was crossing some invisible line, that was keeping him alone for last ten years, and he finally wasn't.
He didn't know what to say, when Hera turned around and saw him, freezing in place with her mouth agape. So he just smiled at her.
She was eyeing him, head to toe, before finally moving closer and putting her hands on his shoulders first, then his cheek. He leaned into the sensation, as a kid who came home after cold winter walk.
"Ezra..." Hera breathed out. "It's you, it's... It's really you..."
She touched his hair, his scar, his clothes, and he could only smile.
"Hi, Hera."
In his mind this word had no other meaning - it was that person, who cared about him, who would protect him from anything, who loved him even when he was the most annoying rascal you could find on the Outer Rim. It was "Hera". It was so close to "mother".
Her lips and lashes were quivering, her fingers grip his shoulders. She looked up at him - was he taller than her? he forgot. - and let out a watery laugh.
"You smell horrible."
"I know," he laughed back, shrugging. "Ten years of surviving in different galaxy do that to people."
She shook her head lightly before pulling him in a tight hug.
"I'm sorry, Ezra, I'm so sorry..." she muttered, petting his hair. He only shook his head in turn, before answering.
"It's okay. It wasn't you, who made me go there," he let out a quiet laugh. "I'm so happy so see you. I missed you so much."
She pulled back a bit, blinking her tears away and looked at him once more.
"You grew up so much," Hera whispered and her voice sounded strangled. "We all missed you, Ezra, you don't even know. And I'm so proud of you, my boy, I'm so happy to have you back."
He laughed again, like it was all he could do - relief was shining in him, making him want to laugh like it was the end of the world. And then he would inevitably cry. So when he felt tears escape his eyes, he was not surprised. Before he could wipe them away, Hera raised her palm, put it on his scarred cheek and wiped them with her thumb.
"Welcome home, Ezra..."
He smiled again, before letting Hera pull him into another hug.
#star wars#ahsoka series#star wars rebels#ezra bridger#hera syndulla#mama hera and her little wolf#i wanna write how ezra meets jacen#spoliers
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Swords and Cups
Chapter 1
“Again? How much longer?..” Captain Ackerman couldn’t stand civilians on the territory of the Survey Corps and now he almost growled as soon as he saw the familiar emerald robe from afar. Its velvet was shimmering in the rays of the setting sun. The robed figure was wandering near the stables, waiting for someone.
Levi had just finished some small business in the city and was already heading to dinner with a light heart. But now the captain was no longer be able to dine with a light heart.
“So you’ve let her come here again... and here I am coming to you again. Mike! Damn you!”
The robed figure was joined by Captain Zacharias. Now the couple of young people standing near the corral with horses were talking about something and taking turns stroking the long bristly muzzle of a horse that had been free from bit.
“Arno, Arno... good boy!” The woman was saying while stroking the stallion in time with her words. The horse was answering her with a satisfied snort.
As soon as they both heard Captain Ackerman's steps, their voices became quieter. This situation had been already repeated more than once or twice, and had become some kind of a ritual. Now Captain Ackerman would walk along the shed, approach the stall with his horse and pretend that he is busy with its bit, tying and adjusting something. And they would be supposed to quiet down and not attract the attention of the strict captain.
“May I?..” The woman whispered to Mike and took out aripe large apple from her bosom.
Zacharias nodded his head affirmatively, and the woman brought the apple to the horse’s mouth.
“Wait! Hold still.” The order cameto the woman from behind causing the apple to fall out of her hands and roll somewhere.
“Explain to me what the hell you both are doing here?”
The woman turned, bent over and tried to catch up with the runaway treat for Arno before Captain Ackerman has gotten to them.
“Gotcha!” She rejoiced finally grabbing an apple and straightening up.
At this very moment two narrowed gray eyes under tilted, frowning eyebrows appeared in front of the woman’s face, that didn’t bode well. Such a sudden appearance of the captain in front of her, as though teleported from the other end of the stable, made the guest shudder and drop the apple to the floor once again.
“You came here to stir up dirt, do I understand correctly? Remove this immediately,” the request of the captain who noticed the apple falling out again sounded more than just convincing.
“But you are standing here!” The woman regained her sense of confidence as soon as she noticed that the unfortunate apple waslying right between the heels of the captain’s boots.
“On the territory of the Survey Corps I stand where I want. It’s you who’s came to the place you weren’t invited to and scattering garbage anywhere,” the captain snapped coldly.
“Levi, everything was fine here, don’t start...” Mike, who had previously remained silent, intervened in the growing tension.
“Whatever you want! What nonsense!” The woman answered irritably raising her palms up as if showing that she was unarmed and didn’twant Levi to suspect her of doing something illegal.
Stretching her neck and without breaking eye contact, the uninvited guest began to leisurely squat down right in front of the captain, without even thinking about taking a step back.
Levi crossed his arms over his chest looking straight down into her sassy green eyes. He didn’t let her off this invisible leash neither when she playfully raised her thin eyebrow nor when she cheekily smiled showing her teeth behind bright pink lips. Even when her face lingered at the level of his groin while she was scrabbled her fingers around the ground trying to find the fallen apple. Even when Levi realized that several fine hairs of disheveled red curls electrified by the robe’s hood were almost touching the fabric of his trousers.
“So you really like to spread shit on the ground by your clothes, yea?” He asked.
Levi was sure that if this red-haired besom had a plan to embarrass him, she would be disappointed by the fact that her sloppiness was the only thing he was impressed by.
The guest quickly finished her business grabbing an apple and jumping to her feet.
“I can be rude too, Captain Ackerman, but I keep my witty jokes to myself,” She replied with a shameless smile.
“Give it here!” Levi took the apple from the woman’s hands.
“It’s rotten, don’t you see?” Levi threw the apple towards Mike, who caught it with one hand and immediately started to examine it from all sides.
Captain Zacharias hadn’t seen even half of what happened in front of him just now: he was behind the guest all this time. However he was very familiar with the smell of Captain Ackerman's irritation.
“AND?” Mike looked at Levidefiantly. “I see absolutely nothing! Oh, is that what you meant?”
Finally, Mike noticed a tiny soft spot on the apple’s side.
“C’mon! I can feel that everything is fine with it.”
Mike defiantly brought the fruit to his nose and loudly inhaled.
“Believe me, Arno has eaten different things…” Mike added and almost managed to bring the apple to the mouth of the unfortunate Arno, who had already caught the sweet smell and was impatiently shifting in the stall, wagging his tail.
“Wait a minute!”
“What the fuck else? Levi!”
“Don't be so rude. There are ladies here after all... Michelle, Rossi, sorry for Mike,” Levi glanced at Arno’s neighbors, who right now were serenely shaking their heads and looking around with huge dark eyes.
“He should wash his mouth with soap.”
If Levi glanced over his shoulder, he would be amazed at how skilled one can be at rolling his eyes. Now the girl’s eyes were just whites, and her mouth mutely opened in amazement at the unimaginable degree of the captain’stact towards the opposite sex.
“At least cut it into smaller pieces, you monsters,” Levi opened his cloak and pulled out a knife from somewhere on his hip.
Ackerman began to deftly cut the apple into two… three pieces...
“Ahem... Sorry! This is still my apple, and actually I am the one who’s brought it here! Can I treat it on my own?” An indignant voice came from behind Levi.
Mike could no longer stand it, and took the cut pieces from Levi, quickly passing them into the hands of the guest.
“Go ahead!”
Zacharias took the woman by the shoulders and pushed her towards Arno, despite the fact that the gloomy Ackerman was still standing there.
“Yay! How ticklish!” The guest started to giggle as soon as the first pieces disappeared from her palm.
“Crunch, crunch!” Mike caressed his stallion behind the ear. “We tortured you, didn’t we? Forgive me...”
Mike began a nice chat with his best friend, who was now crunching on the treat with great appetite.
“You don’t go into town without a knife, as I see…” The woman asked Levi quietly, without turning her gaze in his direction and without hiding the purpose of the question – to provoke Ackerman into rudeness.
“Yes. A habit since childhood,” He answered with no prevarication or hesitation.
“Hrm,” The guest snorted incredulously raising her eyebrow.
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“Mike, what the hell? I’ve told you - no civilians.”
“Oh, Levi, stop it! It’s just a person who loves animals and doesn’t mind treating them to something she can share. She’s not going to steal horses after all, really,” Mike laughed. “Believe me, I won’t let bad people be near them.”
Mike reflexively took a couple of short breaths, as if he remembered that he must always be on guard.
“That's not the whole issue. It’s simply about discipline and order. And yes, allowing strangers to feed horses is debatable.”
Mike glanced at the gloomy captain.
“Uh, like a noxious old buffer, really!” Mike shook his head.
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FIVE: taste like strawberries
Warnings: suggestive, very brief dry humping, a little over the clothes touching, brief mention of mental health (no details)
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Waking up to my first morning in the apartment was strange. For starters, I wasn’t used to a large bed. My old bed was a mattress on the floor that I would fold up during the day. The large window was on the other side of the room than my old one and the sunlight was coming through it too. It was actually nice to wake up to the early morning sun shining through the net curtain. And somehow during the night, I had lost both my pillows to the floor. Only my cuddle plushie was still on the bed.
I put on my glasses so I can see where I am going as I do that morning zombie shuffle into the bathroom. I quickly wash my face and brush my teeth before going back into my room and pulling some clothes out of my suitcase.
My usual morning routine is going for a run. I just put my headphones on and block out the world for a little. I had struggled for a couple of years with my mental health and with the help of my uncle who runs a fitness centre; I found exercise helped me. It was now something I did most weekday mornings.
I throw on a beanie hat to cover my wild hair before leaving my bedroom. I jump slightly as I walk into the lounge to see Yeosang there. It is 5.45am; I wasn’t expecting anyone to be up yet.
“Morning Luna.” he smiles at me
“Morning.” I reply gruffly, my voice still is ‘morning voice’ mode so I clear my throat to sound less manly.
“Did you sleep well?” he asks, standing up from the sofa
“I did. The bed was really comfortable.” I answer.
“We are going to get you some new furniture for your room next week.” He says.
“Oh, I don’t need anything new.” I say.
“You do. Everything in there is old. Plus, you need to make the room your own. It is your own space in the apartment so it should be somewhere you love.” he says.
I already know it will be useless to fight them on these types of things. 8 against 1 is not a fair fight, anyway.
“Do you want a coffee?” he asks, moving into the kitchen as I follow him
“No, I dont normally drink coffee, unless I have barely slept and need it. I was actually planning to go for a run around the block a few times the now.” I say. “Would it be ok if I took a bottle of water from the fridge?”
“Of course you can. If it doesn’t have a name on it, it is up for grabs.” he laughs, getting a bottle for me.
“Ah, I guess that makes sense with so many of you living here.” I laugh too. “I’ll make sure not to steal anyone’s food then.”
“I don’t think you will need to worry about that. None of us would mind if it was you.” he smiles at me.
He reaches out to me, holding the bottle of water and as I take it, my fingers brush against his, causing us both to smile shyly at one another.
“Do you need the code for the door?” he asks, rubbing the back of his neck briefly
“Oh yeah, I will do. I never thought of it.” I say.
Just as well he was here, or I would have been locked out of the building.
“Let me see your phone. I’ll put the codes into your notes for you.” he says.
I pull it from my hoodie pocket, unlocking it and passing it over. I see him type stuff in before handing it back to me.
“I have put the main door code and the apartment code in a note file. I have also put my number into your contacts too.” he says.
“Oh, thank you.” I smile at him.
“There is a park across from the building. It has a trail around that a lot of joggers use. There is also a gym on the 2nd floor of the building that is free for residents to use. So if you ever want to use that too, you can.” he tells me. “It is good, a lot of high-tech equipment and even the basics. We all use the gym, some more than other, so if you need any help just ask one of us.”
That is really good to know, and handy too as I hate running in the rain. I used to go to the small gym a block away on the rainy days for the treadmill but having a gym in the same building will be so handy.
“I dont know if you drink them but there are protein powders in this cupboard too. They are free to use by anyone. The only rule we have with that is whoever is the person to use the last scoop buys a new container.” He continues, opening one of the kitchen cupboards to show me. “That rule won’t apply to you. If you use the last scoop, just tell me and I’ll pin it on Wooyoung.” He adds, causing me to laugh.
He seems amused that he has made me laugh, then quickly goes shy again.
“We have manual shakers here, or if you prefer a blender, it is in the corner.” He adds, pointing to it.
“Thanks for letting me know some rules. I’ll need to find out the other rules too soon.” I say, “Anyway, I better go for my run now or I won’t have time for breakfast.”
“Enjoy your run and if you get lost or need anything, just call me.” He says giving me an awkward side hug, which ended up being a shoulder bump instead, but I appreciate it the sentiment.
Yeosang was right. The trail around the park was good for running. It was quiet, apart from the odd dog walker. After a few laps, I head back to the apartment to get a shower, then something to eat. I enter the apartment door code and walk in, sliding my sneakers off. I feel really energised for the day ahead. I pull my headphones off and walk into the kitchen to put my water bottle in the bin. Seonghwa is sitting at the dining table eating some food while Mingi is making himself a protein shake. They both greet me.
“Yeosang said you were out for a run.” Mingi says as Seonghwa comes over, “How was it?”
“It was so good. That park across the road is perfect. It was quiet too, only a couple of dog walkers.” I answer, opening the recycling bin.
“What do you want for breakfast?” Seonghwa asks.
“I usually just have some toast and jam with a cup of tea.” I say, looking around, not really sure what to do.
“I’ll make it for you.” Seonghwa smiles. “What flavour tea do you want?”
“Flavour? Oh no, I mean British tea.” I laugh. “My mom always sends me tea bags every month. I’ll go get them.”
As I walk over to my bedroom, Wooyoung is lying on the sofa, one arm draped over his eyes. His breathing is steady. I figure he has fallen asleep, so I walk as quietly as I can so as not to disturb him. Once I get the tea bags from one of my suitcases and my special mug, I go back to the kitchen. Mingi is on the sofa, scrolling through his phone and sipping on his shake.
Seonghwa is making my toast. The kettle is boiling and I can see there are a range of jam jars on the counter now, all different flavours. I make my tea when I feel a pair of arms surround me from behind.
“Are you ok with this?” Seonghwa asks
“Of course, but I haven’t showered yet, so I am all sweaty from my run.” I warn him.
“I don’t care.” he mumbles, his nose burying into my neck as my hands automatically resting on top of his. “I like your mug.” he comments
“Thanks, I love it. My sisters bought it for me one time they visited. They knew how much I love the Tangled movie.” I reply, smiling down at the mug.
“That is really sweet.” he chuckles. “How was your first night?”
“I slept well.” I answer, as he gently turns me to face him.
“I didn’t know you wore glasses. You look really cute with them on.” He smiles down at me, his fingers delicately pushing them up my nose.
“You will see me wearing them a lot. I always wear them when I am home. As soon as I finish work, the contact lenses come out.”
“Can I kiss you?” he asks
“Are you going to ask me every time?” I ask back, grinning at him, moving my hands to his shoulders.
“I won’t assume I can just kiss you whenever I feel like it.” he replies
“You can. I won’t ever stop you.” I say, “Unless you annoy me, but even then I will probably let you do it because you are far too cute when you look at me.” I add, giggling.
There is that silly giggle again! What is wrong with me?! I am never this sickly sweet either.
“I will make sure to never annoy you then.” he says before leaning down and capturing my lips
Just like last night, it feels comfortable and natural, but it is also soft and it feels like something we have been doing for years, which I will admit freaks me out slightly. He pulls away from my lips but he keeps me close, in his arms still.
“I checked my schedule this morning and I have tomorrow night free. Would you go on a date with me?” he whispers against my lips, his nose nuzzling against mine.
“Yes, please.” I reply, nodding slightly.
“My girlfriend is so cute.” he chuckles, kissing me again
We are so lost in a little bubble of soft kisses that we don’t even notice Yunho has come into the kitchen until I hear the fridge door opening beside us, causing me to pull away from Seonghwa.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you two.” Yunho says, “Just getting myself a drink.”
He quickly grabs a juice from the fridge before walking back out of the kitchen. Seonghwa still has me in his arms and I can feel my face burning. He chuckles lightly, commenting how cute I look when flustered as I hide my face in his chest.
“It isn’t funny!” I pout. “How is this going to work?”
“What do you mean?” he asks, pulling back a bit more so he could look at me, but I am still secure in his arms
“Isn’t it going to be weird for you guys if you walk into a room and find me kissing with someone else?” I ask, feeling my face get hotter. “For example, what if, after last night, you were to walk in here this morning and see me kissing with Yunho? You just called me your girlfriend. Wouldn’t it be weird?”
“I wouldn’t mind.” he replies, shrugging his shoulders as I raise an eyebrow at him, “Not to say that I don’t care about you, because I do. We all do. But honestly, I wouldn’t mind it. We all knew what we were agreeing to with one another before Joong and I even spoke to you. We had many conversations about it.”
“Really?” I ask, my hands playing with the fabric of his fluffy pyjamas
“Yes. We had to get it right between the 8 of us first. There would be no jealousy, no time sharing either, such as having certain days unless they are planned, that it was down to you who you spend time with and when, and definitely no bragging.” He answers.
“And what about when we have sex? Would you still be ok if I were to be kissing someone else the morning afterwards?” I question. “I just don’t want things to get messy, or to ruin anything between you guys.”
“You won’t. We are 100% on this, if we weren’t we wouldn’t be doing it. Please don’t worry about this.” he says.
I know I am overthinking things, so I decide to listen to him, and not worry, especially about things that haven’t happened yet. Seonghwa gives me another kiss before asking me which jam I want on my toast. It is always strawberry for me, something that makes Seonghwa smile when I tell him.
After he makes the toast, he gives me another kiss and goes to get ready for the day as I sit down at the dining table to eat. The apartment is quiet despite 8 men living in it. I can hear the low sounds of the TV from the lounge and some movements from upstairs.
When I am finish my breakfast, I wash my dishes then head back to the lounge. Wooyoung is now awake but still lying down watching tv.
“My lovely Luna.” He smiles lazily at me, sitting up.
“My whiny Wooyoung.” I smile back at him as he playfully scowls at me.
“I am not whiny.” He pouts, grabbing my hand as I walk past and pulling me down onto the sofa.
“You just whined right there.” I laugh.
“You need to give me a cuddle to make me feel better now.” He says.
I playfully roll my eyes before jumping on him and put all my weight on top of him as he laughs. We fall back onto the sofa with me lying on top of him, completely dead weight.
“If you think this is a punishment, my dear, you are sadly mistaken. This is heaven to me!” He replies, making me laugh more as he tickles me. “Oh, are you ticklish?” he adds as I try to squirm away from him.
“Wooyoung, I am warning you now. Do not tickle me as I kick and punch!” I say, “Usually in the balls.” I add, making him let go of me.
He sits up, his arms keeping hold of me, so I am now straddling his lap. It doesn’t feel awkward, so I don’t move away.
“Ok, but give me a kiss on the cheek.” He says, turning his head and poking his cheek.
I lean forward and just as I am about to kiss it, he quickly turns his head, so I peck his lips instead, causing him to laugh.
“You are mean!” I gasp, pushing him playfully.
“Either way, I got a kiss.” He laughs.
“Just so you know I am writing your lesson plan for tomorrow, I might give you extra homework just for that!” I say, my arms snaking around his shoulders.
“Oh, will you keep me after class if I don’t do it? Spank me, teacher?” He teases, wiggling his eyebrows and his hands holding my waist.
“You are going to be trouble Mr!!” I laugh
I love it really. The banter we have with one another already. It feels nice. I know he is only teasing, but I also know there is also a small part of him being serious, too. Being near him once again was making my tummy flip. Especially as he is giving me that eye contact again and his hands move from my waist to my lower back.
“I need to go for a shower.” I gulp.
He nods, but his eyes are staring at my lips and I can’t resist him any longer, so I lean forward to kiss him. He kisses me back and his hands pull my body closer to his. His tongue slips into my mouth, causing my arms to tighten around his shoulders.
“That was unexpected.” he says when we finally pull away to catch our breaths.
“Sorry.” I say.
“Never say sorry for kissing me. You can kiss me as much as you want. I just didn’t think you would be the one to make the first move.” He chuckles, “I am glad, though, because to be honest, I was scared shitless to kiss you.” He adds.
“Why?” I ask
“I was worried you would reject me.” he answers, his eyes lowering
“I never would.” I say, placing a hand on his cheek.
Wooyoung looks back up at me, and he looks so shy. It is the polar opposite to the Wooyoung I know. It makes me realise there is more to him than the loud, confident, and mischievous man everyone else sees. I smile as he leans forward.
“You taste like strawberries.” he smiles just before his lips connect with mine
This kiss is more assertive from him. His hands move down to my ass and he gives it a squeeze, causing me to giggle into the kiss.
If it hadn’t been for the lift doors opening last night, I definitely would have kissed him then, so it was inevitable it was going to happen soon. I am not a person who holds back either. If I am sure of the situation, I will go for it.
“I really do need to go for a shower now.” I mumble against his lips, not wanting to leave his embrace but knowing I have to.
“On you go then.” he says, one of his hands friskily hitting my ass. “I am definitely going to be needing to take a cold shower.”
And there is cheeky Wooyoung again. As I go to move off him, he helps me up by holding onto my hips. I notice him awkwardly reposition himself on the sofa, and that is when I noticed the tent in his shorts. It is a bit of an ego boost knowing that a kiss causes this type of reaction in him. Same with Seonghwa last night.
I go into my room and have my shower. Afterwards I blow dry my hair, put it in a half up half down style. My hair is naturally curly, but I use my curling iron on the part hanging down to make the curls more defined and less chaotic looking. I get dressed and head back into the living room to see most of the guys are sitting on the sofa.
“The cars should be here soon.” Yunho says to me.
“Cool, is it ok if I sit out here?” I ask.
“Of course. This is your home, too. You don’t need to stay in your room.” he replies.
“Thanks.” I smile as I sit down.
“Any plans for tonight Luna?” Mingi asks
“I am meeting up with some friends after work.” I answer. “Unless I need to be here, that is.”
“No, go out with your friends. Have some fun.” Seonghwa says.
“What are you doing?” Jongho asks.
“We are going to a PC cafe for some food and gaming, then probably karaoke rooms afterwards.” I say.
“You play games?” Yunho asks.
“I do, spent most of my free time in the cafes when I was in college.” I laugh. “Still do, to be honest.”
This seems to excite them as they question me about what games I play. I know the guys are big into their gaming, so I feel it is something we have in common.
When it is time to leave, I am in the car with Seonghwa, Hongjoong, Jongho and Yeosang. Hongjoong immediately pull out his laptop and put his headphones in when he sat down. Seonghwa was sitting beside him and I was in the back, between Yeosang and Jongho. Yeosang immediately fell asleep when the vehicle started moving.
“Are you coming to watch us during dance rehearsal after lunch?” Jongho asks me.
“I wouldn’t want to disturb you all or get you into trouble.” I reply.
“You won’t. It would be nice if you were there too.” he smiles at me.
“Then I will be there.” I reply.
“I like your outfit today. It is more you.” he comments. “Not that what you wore before to work wasn’t nice. I just think you look good in these types of clothes. You know, casual clothes. Not that I’ve been staring at you.” He stutters
“Jongho it is fine. I think know what you are trying to say.” I say to him.
His face has gone a shade of pink, but he lets out a little sigh of relief, too. I have not seen him flustered before. It is kind of cute. Today I had dressed more casually. After seeing other staff members’ daily outfits, it was relaxed and casual. I hated wearing the dress trousers and shirts, anyway, but I was used to wearing them when I worked in the hotel. So today I was wearing baggy jeans, a cream t-shirt, the front tucked into my jeans and an oversized cardigan. Honestly, I feel so much more relaxed wearing this, too.
“You look beautiful, is what I was trying to say.” He says quietly.
“Thank you.” I say back, feeling my cheeks heat at his compliment.
Jongho and I have spoken the least, and always during group conversations, so it is nice to speak to him 1-1 like this. We continue to chat away to one another for the entire journey to the office, and when we arrive; the guys go straight to the studio. I usually work in one of the conference rooms, so I make my way there.
“Luna!” I hear from behind me
I turn around to see Hongjoong jogging down the corridor towards me.
“Everything ok?” I ask as he stops in front of me
“Yeah, I meant to tell you before we left the apartment, we have an office for you now.” he says, “It is beside my studio.”
I follow him towards the studio, which is on another floor.
“I am sorry I haven’t spoken to you properly yet.” he says as we wait for the lift
“It is ok. I know how busy you are.” I reply.
“That’s no excuse, though.” He says as we get into the empty lift. “Yeosang was saying you were up early to go for a run this morning. Is that a regular thing?” he asks.
“Yeah. Most weekdays I will go for a run. Weekends I don’t, unless I feel the need to. It is something that helps me.” I answer as he nods his head, keeping eye contact with me. “I had a rough couple of years a while ago. My Uncle Jihoon helped me through it. He got me into therapy and took care of me. Encouraged me to exercise when I felt better.” I add.
“I am sorry you had to go through a struggle. Are you doing ok now?” He asks as we step into the empty lift.
“I am. I have days where I am a bit withdrawn but nothing to what I was like before.” I say, nervously rubbing my arm through my cardigan sleeve.
“Do you find the exercise helps?” He asks.
“Definitely. I just put my headphones on, block out the outside world and focus on myself.” I answer, “Before I hated exercising but I find it therapeutic now.”
“I didn’t like to exercise either. But last couple of years I have been, as have the others. It is definitely good for mental health.” He comments, “I am glad you overcame your struggles Luna. If you ever need to talk about anything or need any help, I am here, as are the others.” He smiles at me.
The doors open and we go down the corridor towards Hongjoongs studio. He unlocks the door to the room beside it and we go in. It is a small space, but it’s nice. It has a desk in the far corner from the door; it has a computer on it. It is perfect for work.
“You can decorate it however you want. The company will cover the cost of any furniture or equipment you need. The computer is brand new, there is a new iPad too, and the company has ordered a new laptop for you as well. It should be here by the afternoon.” He says as I look around. “You can give your lessons in here or any other room. It is up to you.”
“Thank you Hongjoong. Honestly, it is far too much, but I appreciate it all.” I reply.
“You are welcome. I am glad you are here, with us.” he smiles at me. “I should get going before Eden scolds me for being late. See you at dance rehearsal later on.” He adds before leaving.
I guess Jongho told Hongjoong I had agreed to go watch the dance rehearsal. I sit down at the desk and boot up the computer and putting my laptop beside it. I am excited about getting started properly. I work with a smile on my face.
Before I knew it, there was a knock at the door. It makes me jump slightly as I wasn’t expecting it. I rush over to open the door and see Seonghwa. Shit, is it that time already? I think looking at the clock to see it was, in fact, right. I had got lost in my work, time went so fast.
“Hello teacher.” he grins, bowing to me.
“Oh, stop it!” I laugh, moving to let him in. “Are you ready to get started?”
“Very ready Miss Lee.” he replies
“Seonghwa!” I say as we both laugh
We sit down and begin the lesson. I had been really nervous for my first proper day of teaching; I don’t know why because it was easier than I had imagined it to be. Seonghwa was very focused on the work. He was eager to learn and enthusiastic, too. It made the lesson easy.
“You are a good teacher.” Seonghwa smiles. “No joking intended. I mean it.”
“Well, you are a good student.” I reply, putting the textbooks and my notebook away.
“So it is lunchtime now. You know what that means?” he says, coming closer to me. “No work, just play.”
He pulls me towards him and kisses me passionately. I return the kiss just the same. It is incredibly hot as he backs me into the wall. For the first time, Seonghwa feels me up and I don’t stop him. His hands are under my t-shirt. One hand grasping the skin on my lower back, the other moving up towards my breast. He cups one over the bra and his thumb rubs my nipple through the material, causing a small moan to escape me.
I can feel him smile into the kiss as my own hands feel under his top. He presses his body into mine so I am sandwiched between the wall and him. His hips subtly grinding into me, effectively dry humping me. I can feel his bulge rub against me and it feels good, but then I remember what he said last night about wanting to do things properly. Reluctantly, I pull away from his lips.
“You are so fucking hot.” he says lowly, placing kisses down my neck. “My beautiful girlfriend.” he adds in a whisper, his lips against my skin.
The flutters I was feeling in my stomach at his ministrations and kisses instantly disappear when he says the word ‘girlfriend’, replaced with guilt. I think he knows because he pulls away to look at me.
“What’s wrong?” he asks softly
“I kissed Wooyoung this morning.” I say, looking down at the floor through the little gap between us.
This was the moment of truth. I would find out if this could work. Seonghwa is my boyfriend now, and I kissed someone else. In a normal situation, I would class this as cheating, but this is not a normal situation. So I don’t really know how to feel about it. All I know is I enjoyed it and that makes me feel guilty.
“And how does that make you feel?” he asks, cupping my cheek
“Like a cheat.” I reply in a low voice.
“Darling, look at me.” he says, gently lifting my head. “It isn’t cheating. And I don’t want you feeling this way. Was kissing Wooyoung nice?” he says as I close my eyes, “I am not prying and you don’t need to answer me either.”
It was. Kissing Wooyoung was nice, and it felt easy too, but so does kissing Seonghwa. My head feels so confused by this because part of it is telling me how nice and natural it feels, while the other part is screaming at me that this is cheating. I nod my head in answer to his question and feel the pit of my stomach burn.
“I am so sorry!” I say quickly.
“I don’t want to hear any sorry’s. I am glad it was nice. All we want is for you to be happy.” he says.
“I don’t want you guys thinking that I am easy or a slut.” I say.
“Hey, you are neither of those, and we know that.” He says, looking into my eyes. “We understand this is not a normal situation and we will go at whatever pace you set. Just because you have kissed some of us doesn’t mean others will expect the same or the ones who have will expect more from you. This is all at your pace. Remember that, my darling.” he says, kissing my forehead.
I can’t help but to smile up at him. He always knows the right words to say. His forehead leans against mine as we smile at one another.
“Thank you, Seonghwa.” I say, tilting my head to kiss him.
It isn’t a passionate kiss like before; it is sweet and reassuring. That was until my stomach growls and ruins the moment, causing us both to laugh.
“Come on, let’s get that tummy fed, so it stops shouting.” He chuckles.
Seonghwa gives me a final kiss before letting go of me and we leave my office, keeping a respectable distance apart so we look like 2 coworkers and not 2 people who were feeling each other up minutes before.
We go down to one of the conference rooms and I see a ton of food placed on the large table in the centre of the room. The other members are already there except for Hongjoong. They are opening the containers and sorting drinks out. Seonghwa closes the door behind me and his hand immediately goes to my lower back, guiding me to a seat. I am sitting between Mingi and San.
“We told the company about your seafood allergy, so they ordered lunch from somewhere that doesn’t have any seafood products.” Mingi says.
“We weren’t too sure on what foods you can have and what foods you even like, so we ordered a selection.” San adds.
“In Korea I am rather limited to what I can eat when I go out because a lot of Korean dishes have fish ingredients in them. I love fried chicken. It is usually the safest bet when I go to restaurants or takeaways. Western foods like burgers and pizzas, too.” I answer him.
“Well, we got a lot of chicken here.” Wooyoung smiles at me, passing it over.
Everyone tucks into the food. I pick up my chopsticks and have some chicken. It tastes delicious. My eyes connect with Yeosangs who is making the same face as me as he eats the chicken too. He wiggles his eyebrows at me and makes the chef’s kiss sign, causing me to laugh lightly.
“Where is Hongjoong?” I ask, feeling guilty about eating without him.
“In his studio. He won’t come out until it’s time for the rehearsal.” Yunho replies.
“Should we take him some food?” I ask.
“Nope, we value our lives too much.” San says, making everyone laugh, as I don’t understand.
“Hongjoong scolds anyone who interrupts his studio time.” Mingi says when he sees my confused face.
“Aaaah right. Well, I don’t blame you. I wouldn’t want to be on the receiving end of a Hongjoong scolding either. I can imagine he is scary when angry.” I laugh.
“I doubt he would scold you if you took him food.” Yeosang comments.
“I wouldn’t risk it. Like you all, I value my life.” I say as the others laugh.
We spend the rest of lunch eating and talking. When we finish, the guys complain they’ve eaten too much.
“My stomach hurts!” Wooyoung whines, rubbing it
“We have 2 hours of dance rehearsal to do as well.” San joins in. “Look at my stomach!” He says, pulling up his t-shirt to reveal a bump.
“Aw a little food baby!” I chuckle
“A what?” Mingi asks
“Oh, something my mom always said. When our stomachs go round from too much food, she calls it a ‘food baby’. It is something that unfortunately I now say too, clearly without realising it.” I reply, feeling a blush in my cheeks at them all looking at me. “Sorry.”
“No, I like it.” San chuckles. “My food baby.” He adds in a cute voice, rubbing it like a pregnant woman making me laugh.
“We all have food babies then.” Yeosang adds.
After we let our food settle for a bit, we tidy up the containers and rubbish. I help despite their protests to sit down; I ignore them. When the room is tidy, we make our way to the dance studio. On the way, Yunho tells me they are preparing for their next comeback so would go over the choreography for the new song.
“I wish I could dance. Unfortunately, I inherited my dad’s 2 left feet, his ‘dad dance’ moves plus his clumsiness.” I say.
“I am sure with practice I could get you dancing minus the dad moves.” He says, “If you want to learn, that is.”
“I do, but you will have your work cut out with me. I have terrible coordination.” I laugh. “Are you sure you want to put yourself through that?”
“I taught San when he joined the company so I am sure I can teach you.” he smiles at me. “You can’t be any worse than he was.”
“I heard that!” San says from behind us
“Yunho is only stating facts.” Yeosang adds as we all laugh.
“He is right.” San playfully sighs. “I was horrific at dancing before we trained in America.”
Hongjoong is already in the dance studio as we walk in. I haven’t seen in here yet; I am surprised to find it more spacious than it looks on their YouTube videos.
“You can sit over here.” Yunho says taking me over to a small sofa at the side.
“Are you sure I won’t be in the way?” I ask him. “I don’t want to get you guys in trouble with me being here.”
“Of course not. We want you here with us but only if you want to.” he says. “You know you don’t have to be here if you don’t want to. If you would rather do something else, that is ok.”
“Are you kidding me? Of course I want to be here! I enjoy spending time with all of you.” I smile. “I love watching you guys perform. You were all mind-blowing in concert.”
“You came to see us in concert?” he asks, smiling down at me
I actually hadn’t meant to tell him that. It just popped out. Something that often happens when I get excited or nervous. I talk without thinking. I didn’t want them to think I was some crazy fan.
“Erm, yeah. My friend and I went to 2 of the Seoul concerts earlier this year.” I reply. “I bought tickets for day 1 for her birthday as it was the same day and she bought tickets for day 2. Neither of us knowing the other was buying tickets. It was just as well we got different dates.”
“Wow, I hope we were worth 2 nights of your time.” he chuckles.
I notice the tips of his ears are turning red and he is avoiding my gaze. Without thinking, I reach my hand out to his own and hold it softly. His eyes connect with mine and I feel his fingers intertwine.
“Yous definitely were.” I answer, smiling at him.
And they were. Best 2 nights of my life, to be honest. I had been a fan of their music before, but seeing them perform live was just incredible. Their talent for singing, dancing and performing was clear to see. I was excited to see their new dance and to hear the song. We spend a few minutes just smiling at one another, enjoying this little moment between just the two of us.
“Yunho!” we hear Hongjoong shout from the other side of the room.
“I better go over.” he says softly
He gives my hand a little squeeze before letting go and going over to the others. I sit down on the sofa and pull my legs up to sit cross-legged so I can watch them. My first day of proper teaching and being with them has gone as well as I could have hoped for, and as crazy as it may seem, it makes me feel optimistic that this could work.
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Song recommendation: 'strawberries and cigarettes' by troye sivan
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his stories
(loki x f!reader)
author - wes perry @supbeeches
a/n - hi hi hi everyone! sorry for the lng wait. its hard to find motivation out here lol. but i am so so so excited to share this fic with you! i worked quite hard on it (: there will still be some occasional touch ups every now and then. but, other than that, its done! thank you so so much to the person who recommended this topic! unfortunately i think their acc got deactivated so i can’t tag them but they were in my thoughts! ok, ill shut up now! enjoy!
summary - loki and his love look back at his past with the stories of asgard.
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A hibernal winter enveloped the land of Midgard. All around, little souls walk around the towns of their home, New York City. Couples are seen holding their freezing lovers hands within their own, in affectionate care. Bells attached to the doors of little cafes ring as little souls rush inside in hopes for a warm cup of coffee. House lights shone in all different colors around the city, for there were pairs that found their comfort on such an evening in the warm sheltering of their homes. More specifically, Loki and y/n.
“What’s this one?”, the mortal asked her god.
“Ah, that one. Well, I occasionally enjoy a little ‘fiction’ every now and then. I am quite fond of knowing the tales of the place I once called home,” the prince stated. “This one, embraces the entities of Asgard, and the tales that have brought Asgard wonders of their past to life.”
The two were enveloped in one another; legs tangled, arms draped off the dark velvet couch they practically lived on every evening. The night is frigid, causing the two to yearn for each other's warmth. The worries of their minds, swayed by the words on the pages of the book that was in the grasp of the shining prince.
“Do you miss home?”
Home.
“I find my peace with you, darling”, he replied immediately in a reassuring whisper.
It’s almost as if he has answered that exact question hundreds of times.
The smooth-talker moved his hand toward the side of his lover's face. A swift and papercut thumb glides across her ear toward her jaw. Despite the almost tranquilizing gesture, the girl pops up in curiosity, shifting to face her swain.
“Tell me a story”, the angel pried at her heavenly demon.
He smiled, gleaming at her eagerness to learn of his origin. He sighed and looked over her head with a curious look on his face. Silence crowded the room for a moment. He appeared to be searching for something.
He moved her hand off to the side and untangled their legs, placing the half finished book on the vanity next to them.
“Going somewhere?”
He chuckled to himself, getting up and shifting towards the back of the room, behind her.
“Loki?”, she tried again.
“Just a moment, dove”, he assures as he wanders even further behind the couch.
She watches as he moves around their living room library, spreading his fingers across every book he crosses by. Finally, he stops. He stands for a moment.
“Found it,” he whispers to himself.
He turns back around in a swift movement, gliding back to the couch where his lover had been sitting tight in curiosity.
“This… this is something I have been wanting to share with you for a while, flower,” be walks over to her with a bright smile on his face.
He makes his way to his spot next to his love. Their eyes meet; one with wonder and the other with a cunning imbue. Loki sits, groaning as he does so.
What an old man.
He looks over to his lover. Lifting his hand, he cups her chin in a riveting manner.
“I trust you, as well as I wish to share my childhood with you, if you’ll let me.”
She nods in her keenness. He nods back in compersion and brings the book to her, letting her hold it. She swifts her hand across the cover, taking in the moment.
A treasure within the hold of another.
The book was compact compared to what he had usually indulged himself in. It had a smooth fuzziness to it, most likely due to it's ancient-ness, with a hard rim on each edge. The front side was displayed with the words-
“Glory of Valhalla…”, the angel said in her fever of excitement.
The god took her hands in his own, as she held his youth in her hands.
“The stories my mother, Frigga, would read to my brother and I before we slept every night. Romance, adventure, magic, honor. Anything, you name it.”
“Which one is your favorite?”
That caused the prince to pause. His brows furrowed as his thumb habitually skated across her hand. He hums in recollection.
He removes the book from her hands, in a dainty manner. His eyes skimmed the book as he reminded himself of his favorite childhood tale. He knew the perfect one to share with her. The only tale that filled his mind with hope for the future as he aged. The tale of a man, slack and tedious, and his goddess, mesmeric yet reticent, and their treacly longing for one another. The trickster still vividly remembers the day he heard his mother read the lovestruck man's words.
“My heart is so full of you I can hardly call it my own.”
How his brother and him tittered and cheered at the man's cheesily loving words.
Better than I could ever word it, he thought to himself, starting to feel his lover's moving thumb against his thigh.
Cheesy? yes. True? Undeniably so.
Opening the book, his thumb sped through the pages, until it stopped. The woman beside him pressed herself upwards towards him, in an attempt to get a sneak peek at what he was to present to her. He tilted the book towards her, as if he was proving he wasn’t trying to hide something. She takes the book from his giving hands, and dives in.
His fingers find their way into her mane, twirling within a little piece. His eyes monitor hers as every now and then they move from the right, down, and to the left. Loki could not help himself as he rested his head against hers, along with a tap of his lips against her temple.
Beautiful angel. My beautiful Angel.
The library is filled with nothing but two souls, two hearts, two sets of breaths, and occasional rustles of flipping pages. What more could be needed?
Time flows with the sound embers crackling within the chimney, creating a sweet ambience.
The goddess within Loki's arms turns, receiving a lifted eyebrow and hum of question from her god. She has a pensive look on her face. Her eyes then lift up to meet him.
“Have you ever heard of The Great Gatsby?”
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hello there! i’d like to request a fic where amit finds himself head over heels for mc and has to control himself for the sake of keeping up his Good RavenclawTM image (but MC makes that difficult with their boldness/fowardness)
have a good day :)
I love Amit he's too precious for this world lol
Thanks for the ask 🖤
Craving (Amit Thakkar x gn!MC)
Tags: Spicy fluff (SFW), bold MC
“Good,” Amit said as they walked down the corridor, his voice laced with his usual energy, “so I planned for us to have drinks in Hogsmeade on Fridays –”
“Wait, just Fridays?” MC interrupted, their eyes widening as they quickly glanced at the schedule in their hands. “Why not Saturdays too?”
“Because that’s when you need to be studying for Ancient Runes. I’ve seen your marks, you really shouldn’t be neglecting your electives –”
“But that’s all the more reason for us to spend time together!” MC laughed, their voice filled with playful defiance, before their gaze turned mischievous. “I like to think that you keep me… motivated.”
Amit swallowed, looking around him to make sure the other students in the corridor weren’t listening in. “Well… I suppose I could come over to quiz you –”
“Hmhm,” MC purred, leaning closer until their lips brushed against his ear. “And then, you could reward me for being such a hardworking student…”
Amit’s cheeks flushed crimson, his heart racing at the tone of their voice. “Are we still talking about your academic performance?”
MC chuckled, a sound that sent a delightful shiver down his spine. They were so effortlessly charming, even when they weren’t trying. Imagine the amount of self-restraint they had to exercise when they actually were.
“Amit, you’re adorable. And I think it’s adorable that you’re making all of these schedules, but… sometimes it’s good to cede control and just lose yourself in the moment, you know?”
“The moment?” he asked, looking confused. “I’m not certain I understand what you –”
Before he could finish his sentence, MC yanked him into an alcove by his tie, their lips crashing against his in a passionate kiss. Time seemed to stand still as Amit’s senses were consumed by their intensity. He froze up, any chance he ever had at resisting melting away in their kiss. MC handled him with a fervour that made his head spin, giving him every chance to taste their desire, and it left him gasping for breath as they finally let go, flashing him a big grin. “See, you’re learning already.”
Amit struggled to find his words, his mind still reeling. “You really... I cannot…”
MC chuckled, their laughter a soothing balm to his overwhelmed senses as they tugged him along by the hand. “Don’t lose your head now, handsome. We’re going to be late for class.”
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They had Astronomy class together later that evening, which meant Amit could finally immerse himself in his favourite subject, or so he thought. He had been diligently making changes to his star chart when MC waved them over. “Amit, could you help me adjust my telescope?”
In hindsight, he should probably have noticed that they had set up their telescope a little too far away from the other students, but his eagerness to assist overshadowed any inkling of suspicion. “Allow me,” he smiled at them, quickly moving behind the instrument as his experienced hands went to work.
“You’re my saviour,” MC’s voice came from somewhere to his left, their tone light and playful. A chuckle accompanied their words, causing Amit’s fingers to momentarily falter. “Where would I be without you?”
“With everything I know you to be, I find it slightly difficult to believe that you’re not mocking me right now,” he retorted, his focus still fixed on adjusting the telescope.
MC laughed. “No, I do mean it! In fact, I would like you to know just how grateful I am to have you…”
Before he could ask what they meant, his breath hitched in his throat as he felt a pair of lips brush against the sensitive skin of his neck. He struggled to maintain composure, his knees weakening under the intoxicating touch of MC’s teasing. “O, o Merlin –” he gasped.
MC temporarily withdrew their lips from his neck, their mischievous chuckle filling the silence. “Try to maintain your composure, dearest. Professor Shah might be looking.”
He would have liked to ask him why they wanted to remind him of that while they were busy sucking on his neck, but before he could even respond MC was back at it, placing open-mouthed kisses on his nape. He was having a very hard time controlling himself now, the urge to grab MC’s wrists and pin them against the railing washing away whatever rational thoughts he still had. They truly had the power to unravel him completely, a fact that both thrilled and terrified him.
“Mr Thakkar!” a stern voice suddenly bellowed, piercing through the haze of desire. MC’s lips swiftly abandoned his neck, and he nearly knocked over the telescope in his haste to stand up straight. Professor Shah strode toward them, her posture radiating disappointment as she planted her hands on her hips. “Would you care to explain the meaning of this?”
“MC had some trouble adjusting their telescope, Professor,” he hurriedly explained, “I was simply offering to help –”
“Aha, and I am probably to assume that what you have on your neck there is just a mosquito bite?”
“Well, as a matter of fact –”
“Detention, the both of you!” she snapped, her voice cutting through the crisp night air. “And I would like to express my deepest disappointment, Mr Thakkar. I expected better from you.”
Amit stood there, flabbergasted, as Professor Shah marched away, leaving him speechless and uncertain of what to say or do next. Eventually, he turned to face MC, who was still sporting a mischievous grin despite the reprimand. “No need for such a long face,” they said. “I already have some ideas on how to pass the time.”
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They reported for detention the next day in the Transfiguration classroom. Professor Weasley seemed more than a little surprised to see Amit. “Mr Thakkar, are you feeling all right?”
“Uh, yes, Professor,” Amit answered, feigning a cough as he slightly adjusted the scarf around his neck. He wished MC would stop snickering behind him. “It’s just a simple cold.”
“Well, I must say I wasn’t quite expecting to see you here today – or ever, for that matter. You must have committed quite a heinous transgression.”
“I… I apologise, Professor. It certainly won’t happen again.”
He was grateful when Professor Weasley finally averted her gaze and told them to sit down. He walked over to the table closest to the teacher’s desk, but suddenly felt himself pulled along as MC dragged him to the back of the classroom. “What are you…?”
“She won’t notice,” MC assured him. “Now, come sit down with me.”
Remarkably, they turned out to be right as Professor Weasley only instructed them to keep quiet and start on their homework. Amit did as he was told, continuing his essay on the various applications of Dittany, but it wasn’t too long before he felt MC’s foot against his. They slid him a note: want to continue where we left off?
He gave them a sideways glance, the confusion clearly readable on his face as they had to stifle a chuckle. He frantically nodded his head in the direction of Professor Weasley.
“You’ll just have to keep quiet then,” MC chuckled, pulling down his scarf. He never stood any chance to stop them, but he noticed he didn’t really want to either. Soon, MC had him at their mercy again, lightly nibbling at his neck with an intensity he would call bold, even for them. He tried to focus on his essay, if only it was just to give the impression that he was working, but his mind was completely occupied by MC's playful advances. The sensation of their warm breath against his skin sent shivers down his spine, making it increasingly difficult to concentrate.
Amit stole a quick glance at Professor Weasley, who seemed engrossed in grading papers. He knew he should put a stop to this, that he should focus on his punishment and behave appropriately. But the mischievous sparkle in MC’s eyes was hard to resist, and the allure of their moist lips even harder.
With a mix of both guilt and excitement, he finally turned and leaned closer to MC, their lips barely grazing each other. The tantalizing taste of forbidden pleasure sent a rush of adrenaline through his veins. He knew the danger they were in, the punishment they would risk if they were caught, but it was like none of that mattered anymore. His heart raced with a heady mixture of fear and exhilaration, his body craving more of MC’s intoxicating touch.
As his hand trembled, he cupped MC's cheek, feeling the warmth of their skin beneath his fingertips. A soft sigh escaped into his mouth as MC's tongue gently pressed against his lips, seeking entrance. The world around them faded into insignificance as he parted his lips, inviting them in. Their tongues met in a fervent dance of desire and longing that only fueled their mutual hunger. The sensation was overwhelming, each touch and taste filling him with a dizzying euphoria.
Just as things reached a fever pitch, a sudden cough from Professor Weasley shattered their moment. They hastily pulled apart, both quickly looking down at their parchment. The room was filled with a tense silence, broken only by the sound of their heavy breathing.
Professor Weasley remained quiet, however, and after a few more moments she signalled that they could leave. Amit was almost sure he could see her eyebrows crease above her glasses when they slipped out of the classroom, but he wasn’t eager to find out whether she knew.
Outside, MC laughed as their hand slipped into his. “Well, that was certainly… interesting.”
“I feel like I have never been closer to certain untimely demise,” he sighed as he wiped his forehead, feeling his heart still throbbing in his chest.
“But you did kiss me back. Tell me, didn’t you find it at least a little exhilarating?”
He looked at them, taking in their pretty features, the unmistakable cocky grin that always made his heart flutter. In spite of their recklessness, he couldn’t deny he was utterly in love with them. “I do admit there’s something about you that brings out a certain… side of me.”
“Is that so?” MC giggled, leaning closer to whisper in his ear. “Well, let’s continue to explore that side, then. I can’t wait for you to tell me unsavoury things in Gobbledygook.”
He could only imagine his face as their laughter echoed through the corridor.
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NandhininKarikalan~ Chapter-16
•Sundara Cholar's Nightmare•
At the palace
Thanjavur,
It was night in Thanjai, and Nandhini was standing on the balcony of Karikalan and her chamber. She was standing there in confusion, why did Sundara Chola react that way on seeing her?
It was the first time she saw him from what she remembers, but she felt that she had met him before. As Nandhini was thinking, Urvashi entered the chamber.
Nandini turned towards Urvashi. Urvashi came to stand beside Nandhini. " Akka, what happened? What are you thinking? " Questioned Urvashi.
" Nothing, Urvashi", replied Nandhini as she went to sit on the bed.
" Akka I very well know that something is bothering you tell me akka, what is it ?" Asked Urvashi. Nandini exhaled knowing that Urvashi wouldn't leave her till she told her the truth.
"OK Urvashi, I surrender, I was thinking of why Sundara Cholar reacted that way on seeing me today. " Told Nandhini.
" Maybe he found out who you are " suggested Urvashi. " No, I think that is not the reason why he looked at me that way. His eyes, his eyes held pain and regret." Replied Nandhini to Urvashi's comment, her voice held some sort of emotion which Urvashi didn't notice.
" Have you met him before?" Asked Urvashi as she sat beside Nandhini. " I don't think so, but my inner consciousness is saying that I have met him before, somewhere." Replied Nandhini.
" Akka I think you are just imagining things, There is no way you have met him before," told Urvashi as she kept her hand on Nandhini's shoulder. Nandhini still wasn't convinced. She had to find the real reason.
As they were speaking, Karikalan entered the chamber. He saw Urvashi and smiled at her and then looked at Nandhini, Nandhini was drowned in her thoughts.
" What is she thinking so seriously? " Karikalan asked to Urvashi. Urvashi shrugged at him, got up from the place and Karikalan quickly occupied the spot.
" So, I take my leave, Ilavarase," told Urvashi as she left the chamber. Adhita Karikalan shook Nandhini out of her thoughts. She looked at Karikalan in surprise.
" When did you come to Karikalare? " Asked Nandhini as she saw him sitting beside her. " I came just now, What were you thinking about so seriously that you didn't even notice me entering " asked Karikalan.
" Oh, that's nothing, I was just thinking about the incident in the morning," told Nandhini as she diverted her eyes from his face to her lap. Karikalan used his fingers to lift Nandhini's chin.
Nandhini made eye contact with Karikalan, " Is that bothering you Nandhini?" asked Karikalan with love-filled eyes. Nandini just nodded a yes.
" I am sure that father did not intend to do so, I assumed that he must have had a nightmare as he is ill."Told karikalan.
" But why did he react that way when he saw me, there were many people around too." Asked Nandhini.
" Maybe because you are a new face," told Karikalan with a shrug. " Oh, it could be" replied Nandhini.
" It is late night Nandhini, Let's sleep," said Karikalan as he got up and went to the left side of the bed.
Nandhini got up and walked towards the other side. She started to extinguish the lamps lit on her side. As Nandhini was extinguishing the lamps the wind started to blow strongly causing her open hair to fly.
Her long hair fell on Karikalan's face who was sitting close to Nandhini with his fist on his chin.
Karikalan inhaled the fragrance of her hair. The wind helped Nandhini by extinguishing most of the lamps in the room. Karikalan touched her hair.
Nandhini felt him touch her hair and turned towards him immediately
"What are you planning to do, Karikalare?" Asked Nandhini raising her eyebrows and smirking at him.
Karikalan immediately took his hands off her hair and pretended that he hadn't done anything, saying "Um, nothing". Nandhini smiled shaking her head and extinguished the rest.
Nandhini prepared to sleep, she noticed Karikalan staring at her. " Are you going to stare at me all night?" Asked Nandhini, As she slept facing the opposite side.
Karikalan prepared to go to sleep. He looked at Nandhini one last time and mumbled "Cruel wife". Nandini heard it and chuckled a little.
" I think you told your mind voice a bit too loud " informed Nandhini. Karikalan felt embarrassed. He closed his eyes to sleep.
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In Sundar Chola's Chamber,
Middle of the Night,
Sundar Chola was in a deep slumber. Suddenly his facial expressions started to change.
In his dream, he could see a lady struggling with someone's hold and trying to scream but no sound came out of her mouth, A small girl was clinging to that lady, Sundar Chola was standing a little far from them, trying to reach out for them.
In reality, Sundar Chola woke up sweating and breathing heavily. He still couldn't accept the fact that the familiar face was his daughter-in-law.
He very slowly got up from the bed and stood near the balcony. Thinking about the lady from his dream.
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Next morning,
The chirping of birds woke up Karikalan. He got up to the sound and looked at the side where Nandhini slept. She wasn't there, as he was about to start searching for Nandhini. She made her appearance in the room.
Karikalan let out his breath which he didn't know was holding. Nandhini had gone to take a bath, but her hair was still wet.
Karikalan looked at Nandhini in awe. Nandhini saw him awake and said Oh you are awake? Periya Pirati has told us to get ready fast ".
" Why," asked Karikalan confused.
" She wants us to visit Sivan the temple as we are a newly married couple." Replied Nandhini. Karikalan nodded in agreement.
He wanted to sit here and stare at Nandhini while she dried her hair, but he knew that it wasn't possible. He had to get ready too.
He half-heartedly got up to leave but Karikalan's eyes never left Nandhini's reflection in the mirror. Nandhini too noticed it from the corner of her eyes but chose to ignore it.
Just as he left. Nandhini finished drying her hair as the maids helped her. Nandhini dismissed them soon. Urvashi came to meet Nandhini.
Nandini gestured for Urvashi to sit on the Diwan, Nandhini got up from the mirror and sat beside her. "Urvashi I will be leaving for the temple soon. Before I come back you have to get the list of ministers and messengers here. " Ordered Nandhini
" Why the ministers and messengers Akka, We are here to kill only the person who killed Chakravarthy," asked Urvashi in confusion.
" If I wanted to kill only Karikalan, I would have done it long back. But I am here to kill each and everyone who is the cause of my father's death. First, we have to find the person who gave the message to the Cholas about my father." Told Nandhini.
Urvashi nodded and left the chamber. This was the first step of the revenge.
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On the other side, karikalan went to bath in a pond. His friend Parthibandhran was already bathing there and noticed Karikalan walking towards the pond, smiling.
Karikalare got into the pond. Parthibandhran swam towards Karikalan. " You came to bathe without me Nanba," asked Karikalan teasing.
"Well I had no other option than to come alone, as I thought that you would be busy with your Wife," told Parthibandhran with a wink.
" Oh please don't start Parthibandhra, she doesn't even let me speak with her properly" complained Karikalan.
" Maybe she is too shy to talk to you, this is common in newly married couples." Told Parthibandhran.
"Oh is that so I didn't know." Karikalan agreed with Parthibandhran's words. He again started to think about her.
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Nandhini didn't know what to do after getting ready, so she decided to go to meet Sundar Chola to ask for an explanation.
She walked towards his chamber. The guards bowed at her and let her inside. In the chamber was Sundar Cholar who was trying to get some sleep.
He heard someone enter the chamber, he knew that it was a woman from the sound of the anklet she wore.
"Who is it ?" Asked Sundara with his eyes still closed. Nandhini slowly walked towards his bed and called
" Arase". Sundarar's eyes shot open to see her.
" Why did you come? Did I call you!? " Sundara Cholar started panicking.
" Arase calm do, I won't cause any harm to you." Told Nandhini as she tried to calm him down.
" Get out now!" Ordered Sundara Chola. " I will Arase, but please answer my questions first. " pleaded Nandini. Sundara Chola nodded.
" Why do you look scared/pained when you see me?" Asked Nandhini. Sundara Chola froze, he didn't know what to say. " I-I am not scared of you " stuttered Sundarar.
Nandini knew that he was hiding something. " Please tell the truth," asked Nandhini.
" I don't have to give any clarifications to you, Go out now " ordered Sundar Chola whose eyes couldn't meet Nandhini's.
Nandini nodded and started to walk back to the door. That's when Sundar Cholar stopped her and asked" What is your name?". She turned to reply to him " Nandhini ".
Sundar Chola looked at Nandhini like he had seen a ghost. This is not possible. Thought Sundar Chola. She can't be her.
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"go to sleep"
akutagawa x gn! reader
fluff (?) just akutagawa helping you sleep because damn we all need some fucking sleep
warnings : mentions of death (?)
"i told you to sleep hours ago."
your thumb freezes from the voice coming from behind you, preventing you from scrolling deeper through whatever social media platform you were occupying yourself with, it didn't really matter at the moment. you thought of pretending to sleep, but it's probably to late for that, and akutagawa is not stupid. he knows you've been awake for too long.
closing your phone, you shuffle around the futon and looked up to your boyfriend, who was already dressed and ready for work. he starts fairly early in the morning, before dawn, then arrives way past dusk. catching him before he left for work was a common occasion, but he didn't really like it. waking up to see you still awake, fiddling with your phone, irritates him endlessly and has given you reminders to get to sleep earlier, but to his unfortune, it's no use.
"i'll be fine, love. off you go." you tuck your hands under the pillow under your head, giving him a soft smile. akutagawa, however, was unfazed. his stare almost disintegrates your eyes from how harsh he was staring, but you got the message. sighing, you lift your phone towards his direction. "here, you can place it somewhere far. i won't touch it."
"how am i so sure that you won't just stand up and get it after i'm gone?" he takes your phone anyway, but makes no move to tuck it inside his pocket or place it on top of the wardrobe.
"do you not trust me? i'm hurt, love."
"no, i don't. unfortunately, i can't trust you with yourself." he walks over to your side of the futon and sits besides you, placing your phone somewhere on the floor. you shift your gaze towards him, his face still unreadable and blank. he knows that you've been staying up all night recently, with no particular reason. you weren't doing any work or anything of the sort, and you were beyond tired because of the events during the morning of, but somehow you force yourself to stay up until the sun rises and it's time for you to start the day again. akutagawa is aware of this, he's been seeing you wide awake at ungodly hours for too many times. you claim that you just woke up and were trying to lull yourself back to sleep, but he knows better than that.
"i'll be fine, ryuu. you should go." you tuck your hands inside the covers, feeling the strain on your eyes, drowsiness following after. your half-lidded stare causes him to sigh and place his palm over your eyes to guide them to close, then moving his hand to your hair to gently scratch your scalp.
the feeling of his calloused fingers running through your hair brings a shiver down your spine, a tingling sensation running down your neck and over your shoulders. suddenly, all the clenched muscles in your body relaxes and you slump down on the futon. with a soft hum, you whisper, "that feels nice."
you can't see him, and you don't wanna open your eyes to strain them any further, but you're sure that he has this contented look on his face. the same face he always wears when he does something for you, a ghost of a smile on his lips and a slight blush on his cheeks. he loves doing things for you, knowing that he's the one who's helping you become comfortable and happy. usually, at his own hands, he brings the demise of hundreds of people, giving them hell and suffering, but with you, his hands bring you the upmost joy. his hands, which end the lives of many, delicately touches you just to bring you warmth, the absolute opposite of himself.
just after a few moments pass, he hears your breathing steady and soft snores leaving your lips. he brushes the hair off of your forehead and kisses the skin just below your hairline, careful not to wake you. with a swift motion, he's grabbing your phone off of the floor and stands up, turning off all your alarms set for only a few hours later. he figures that you needed the sleep more.
before leaving, he checks back in with you to see that you've moved towards his side of the futon, still in a peaceful slumber. contented, he quietly makes his way out of the apartment.
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Toy (Your Turn to Drive)
Part one of a series I'm doing on Ao3, just short fics based on Bowie songs that I like <;33
Lindsay and David's contrast shown by them picking each other up from various places.
"Are you alright?"
Lindsay watched him stumble in her direction, shutting the back exit of the venue behind him and shoving his bandmates out the way when he finally saw her, "Yeah, babe, I'm fine." he slurred, tripping and saving his fall by grabbing on to her shoulder.
She stumbled back at the impact, grabbing on to him before he fell on the concrete below them, "Let's get to the car, love." she said, moving him to her side, still grasping on to him to help him stand upright.
"We tried to get him to sober up before you got here, but he wouldn't take any water." Carlos told her, she pursed her lips and nodded.
"It's okay, thank you guys. I'll see you later." She said, offering a soft smile to appreciate their efforts.
The two band members nodded and said their brief goodbyes before walking away, back into the venue to gather their things and get ready to leave.
"Mm, they wouldn't stop yellin' at me!" David drunkenly exclaimed, his eyes half open as Lindsay dragged him over to where she'd parked her car. If she'd known of the state he was in, she would've parked a bit closer.
"Poor baby, I bet your ears hurt, yeah?" She egged on, he groaned and nodded.
She chuckled before opening the door to the car and helping him get in the backseat, "Why am I back here?" he asked as she strapped him in the seat.
"Cause', I don't want you bothering me." She joked, looking up at his face and fixing his hair. His expression shifted completely, going from blackout drunk to blackout drunk and extremely disappointed.
"I bother you?" He asked, emphasis on the word 'bother'.
Lindsay laughed, running her fingers through his chestnut brown hair and pressing a kiss to his forehead, "No, you don't bother me, Bo. I was being silly." she reassured. He calmed down, humming and nodding in understanding, letting his eyes flutter closed at her touch, "I have you back here because it's a short car ride, it's easier to put you back here than it would be to put you up there." she explained.
He didn't say anything, only humming, followed by a hiccup. She gently shut the door then got in the drivers seat, adjusting the rear-view mirror so she could see him better.
She drove them back to their apartment, by the time they finally arrived, he'd passed out. She carried him down the halls of the complex bridal style, knocking on the door by gently kicking it, hoping Jim wouldn't be out somewhere.
After a bit of silence, she kicked the door again, this time slightly harder. It wasn't long after that until the door began to open, "I was wondering where he was at." Jim said upon seeing David laid out in the woman's arms.
Jim moved over to let her in, she immediately went over to the living area and laid him down on the couch, "Here he is, alive and well." she said, Jim nodded in response.
"Has he gotten any heavier?" He asked, wondering if David's quest to gain weight had achieved much success. He was visibly healthier, but he couldn't help but wonder.
"Definitely." Lindsay answered, "When's the last time he blacked out like this?" she asked.
Jim shrugged, "I think it was the last time you did this." he said, watching Lindsay nod in satisfaction. He was definitely doing better than before, he was improving, "That's good." She said, Jim nodding in agreement.
She knelt down next to where David laid, giving him a peck on the jaw before picking him up off the sofa, "I'll put him in bed." she said, Jim nodding and sitting down on the sofa.
She walked over to the bedroom and tossed the covers off the bed, laying David down and placing them back on top of him. She ran her hand through her hair, leaning down and pecking him on the cheek before walking out the room and shutting the door behind her.
"He won't be well tomorrow, if it's bad call me." She said, spinning her car keys in her hand as she walked towards the door, "Alright." Jim called, switching through channels on the T.V.
"See you later, Jim."
"See you, Lins."
*
"Where exactly are you?"
Lindsay looked around her area, the only landmark she could see was the wall, "Right next to the wall." she answered, her arms crossed as she tried to shield herself from the cold, her coat barely providing enough warmth for the freezing temperature she'd been left in.
"Love, you'll have to be more specific than that." David said, listening as she sighed, looking around a second time, "The place you and Brian like to go, with the benches and the walkways. Right where the marigolds were growing during the spring."
He nodded, he knew exactly where she stood, "Are you in the telephone booth a ways from one of the benches?" he asked, just to make sure.
"Yeah." She huffed.
"I'll be right there. Stay in the car and turn the heat on." He advised, "Alright, love you." she said.
He smiled softly, "Love you too."
David hung up the phone and grabbed his car keys off the kitchen counter, leaving the apartment and making his way to the Berlin Wall. There was a park next to a portion of the wall, one that he and Brian used to go to when he first moved to Berlin. He hated to think that Lindsay was stuck outside in the cold, the only thing to look at being that hopeless piece of history.
Lindsay did as told and went back to the car, taking another look at her flat tire as she walked up on the vehicle. She sighed, opening the door and closing it, turning the car on and listening to the radio as she waited for David to arrive. Two songs in, a car's headlights blurred her vision for a moment. She took a second to adjust, looking back to see who'd parked behind her-- it was David.
She practically ran out the car, her arms wrapped around each other to try and keep herself warm as she quickly entered the passenger seat of his Benz, "Oh my God." she sighed, shutting the door as she settled into the seat.
"You can stay at mine tonight." David said, "I'll call a tow company tonight, they'll pick your car up." he told her, backing out of the park.
She sighed, "Thank you."
Lindsay leaned back in the seat, thankful she had someone to care for her. There wasn't anyone else she could've called, she didn't know what she would've done under any other circumstance.
"I'm so glad you answered, I wouldn't have had anyone else to come and get me." She said, David glanced over before putting his focus back on the road.
"Glad you called, gives me a reason to bring you back to my place." He chuckled, she did the same, "I might just slash your tires myself next time."
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hey! how you doing?
wanted to share what i recently just went through because no one would listen.
apparently, i just had a "y/n moment". you see, in my recent post about a boy in my class who was hot (chubby, but hot.), basically he walks with me to the other building of my school which is kinda far, because kidnappers are trendy or something right now. he's very rude to a bunch of people, but somehow not with me. yea see, y/n moment right there.
before i asked him to accompany me (he agreed with no complaints, unlike what he usually would have done with others), i asked another guy to go with me before him though. he was the nice guy in our class, total opposite of the guy who actually went with me. see let's call the rude guy who accompanied me "guy 1" and the nice guy, "guy 2"
i asked guy 2 to come with me first cause he also had a sibling to pick up, and he said yes. yea, dude bailed on me, which i understand why. the school gates were crowded and he must have thought i left because i know this man. guy is decent. just not decent enough to have waited a couple minutes because i was just a few people behind him in the line. then i walked around trying to find him, until i inevitably gave up. i stood there for a while until guy 1 walked to me, not really to me, just to my direction. i saw him and asked him if he would go with me since like me, he has a little sibling he needed to pick up as well. no hesitations, no complaints, nothing. he just said sure. and he's usually not like that. bitch would have complained and made some rude ass joke. of course he never means it, but still. no jokes, no sarcasm. he just went with me and even joked with me on the way. he's done this for two days now. in a row.
okay, so base story done. my shoe was a little loose, so i told him to go ahead and i'll catch up. he said no, and just stayed there, standing behind me. like i said, i know this guy. he would have up and left me walking a little further behind. but he didn't, he stayed behind, waited and when i was done fixing my shoe, he still walked a few inches behind me. perfect timing, he just saw some creepy old man and a white van somewhere near. (white vans are usually what people use to kidnap people there)
then he even said bye to me when i went to my brother and he went to his sister. this man could care less but he said bye. oh, just to add, he also asked me if i was okay because i bumped into someone on the way to the other building. istg this man is sweet on the inside and i can't help but be so pissed that not a lot of people see that.
now, when he said bye or asked if i was okay, i got major butterflies. he has me wrapped around his finger. again. i used to like him, so there's that. i lost feelings though about five years ago. now they're coming back all because he's being nice to me when he usually isn't to others. funny thing is, he probably just sees me as a little sister considering he has one. (this isn't the y/n moment, stop 😭)
i need desperate help because i am now conflicted if i am starting to like him again or if i'm just very attached to him and touched by what he did. (or is doing)
Ok, first of all, yay for you both being safe 👏🏻 please there are some crazy ass people in this word and it's always good to look after one another!
Second, I think it's very possible to be catching feelings for him because of all the kind things he's doing for you. Treating you kindly is something alot of us latch onto because we enjoy the feeling of being cared for and safe.
It honestly should be the standard at this point but unfortunately it's not. Just remember you deserve to be treated this way and that him being nice is literally the bare minimum. He definitely gets bonus points for walking you home and for staying around you to make sure your safe! I think the best think to do in this situation is just to continue on and see how things go. See if maybe you can talk with him more and if the friendship extends more outside of just walking with you.
Also, this is really giving me Futakuchi, Konoha, Tsukishima, Kunimi, Shirabu, Kyotani, Sakusa, Hoshiumi and Kawanishi vibes. Literally these boys give off such cold shoulders but they are so sweet and will always make sure your protected 🥰
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finally ~ david budd;bodyguard
part one part two part three part four part five part six part seven part eight
word count: 1028
request?: no
description: after months of pining over one another, they finally get to do what they’ve truly been waiting for
pairing: david budd x female!reader
warnings: swearing, smut
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When David walked into the house, (Y/N) had already showered and was sat on the bed wrapped in a towel. He wanted to go in and take her right then and there, but he was freezing from the swim and wanted a warm shower.
When he got out of the shower, however, she had suddenly vanished. He looked around the empty room, the only sound being a crackling sound somewhere downstairs.
“(Y/N)?”
“Down here, David.”
He followed her voice down to the living room where he found the source of the crackling noise: a lit fire in the fireplace.
He also found (Y/N) laid out in front of the fireplace, completely naked. Her hair was splayed out on the blanket underneath her and her hands were resting on her stomach. She turned her head lazily to look up at David, her eyes beautiful and innocent.
She looked at the towel still wrapped around his waist and said, “What do you still have that on for?”
In an instant, David dropped his towel and went to kneel next to (Y/N). She propped herself up on her elbows to meet him halfway, pressing her lips against his.
David’s calloused hands traced her soft skin, causing her to shiver.
There was so much anticipation and tension that had built up. They could barley stand the few moments of foreplay as David began to kiss her neck, his fingers lightly brushing at the spot between her legs.
“Please,” (Y/N) whispered. “I don’t think I can wait much longer David.”
David laid (Y/N) back and positioned himself over her. He continued to kiss her neck before moving down to her breasts, taking one nipple in his mouth at a time. (Y/N) shuddered as David’s tongue swirled around each nipple.
He lined himself up with her slick entrance and pushed himself into her. (Y/N) gasped, her nails digging into his back as he slowly pushed every inch of himself inside of her.
“Am I hurting you?” he asked.
(Y/N) shook her head. “N-No. Oh, David, please start moving or something. I already don’t think I can last long.”
David chuckled and lowered his head to kiss her again. He started to roll his hips into hers, slowly at first. He wanted to savor this moment that he had been waiting for for so long, even though he knew he’d have more opportunities.
(Y/N)’s head lulled back against the blanket beneath her. She was looking into David’s eyes and he could see the lust clouding her vision. Propping himself up on his elbows, he gently stroked her face. (Y/N) leaned into his touch, a small smile pulling at the corners of her lips.
“You’re so beautiful,” David mumbled.
(Y/N) giggled. “Thank you.”
She wrapped her legs around his waist, holding him close so he was grinding into her.
“I’m so close,” she breathed, her voice just barely a whisper.
(Y/N) opened her mouth to retort, but was cut off by a moan as she felt David hit that spot deep inside of her that drove her wild. Her walls clenched around him as she felt her climax coming on. She arched her back as she screamed out in pleasure and her eyes rolled back into her head.
He wanted the moment to last, but seeing (Y/N) writhe in pleasure under him and feeling her convulsing around him was enough to push David over the edge, too. He buried his head in the crook of her neck and groaned as his seed spilled inside of her, coating her still contracting walls.
The heat from the fireplace was almost overwhelming as their sweat coated bodies stuck together. (Y/N)’s nails were still buried in David’s back, thin red lines trailing them.
David almost didn’t want to pull away, but eventually he untangled himself from (Y/N) and laid on the blanket next to her. She rolled onto her side and cuddled into his chest, her face glowing from the fire light as she gazed up at him.
“That was long overdue,” she said.
David chuckled. “I suppose it was. Well worth the wait, though.”
(Y/N) smiled. “ I would’ve waited a lifetime to have that moment with you.”
“That was so cheesy. I don’t know if I can stay here with you now.”
(Y/N) playfully hit David’s chest.
As she settled against him again, (Y/N) noticed some scarring on his chest. She traced the white lines with her fingers until David put one hand over hers. He laced his fingers through hers and brought her hand to his lips, placing a gentle kiss on her palm.
“I’m sorry that happened to you,” (Y/N) said.
“I am too,” David muttered. He didn’t want to talk about it with (Y/N). He was in such a happy state at that moment, he didn’t want to ruin it by talking about the one thing that constantly kept him up at night.
“I know this isn’t exactly an exciting assignment for you, but I do think less exciting may be what you needed.”
David smiled down at (Y/N), tucking a piece if hair behind her ear. “I am more than happy to have been given this assignment. If I hadn’t, I never would’ve met you, and who knows where I would’ve been then.”
“Protecting some boring Politian I’d say.”
The two laughed.
A comfortable silence fell over them. David ran his fingertips up and down (Y/N)’s arm as she listened to his heartbeat. The events of the day plus the warmth coming from the fireplace had her feeling sleepy. Her eyes grew heavy and, although she fought it at first, she eventually let them close and drifted off into a peaceful sleep.
When David noticed that (Y/N) was asleep, he decided to stay put on the floor as to not wake her. As the fire continued to crackle on, the only noise in the house, David found himself realizing something. Something he thought he hadn’t felt in a long time.
I think I’m in love with this girl.
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flustered petey pleaseeeee
Idk if this is what you wanted but yeah sksssn thanks for requesting, i hope you like it ♡ (what’s wrong with me this is over 1k again)
-this is a repost-
Peter‘s lying on his bed, already showered and changed, eyes shut and his hands covering them as you change in front of him for your sleepover.
“You know it’s kinda hard not to peek while I have my really hot girlfriend change in front of me.“
“Who said you can’t peek?“
He furrows his brows at that, taking his hands away from his eyes, but they’re still shut.
You walk over to his bed and he can’t help but open his eyes when your knees sink in on the bed next to his body.
There you are, the only skin that isn’t exposed is the skin under your underwear although your bra stops pretty low, right above your nipple, and he sees the darker skin peek out.
“You like what you see?“ You straddle him completely, caging his hips between your legs as you lean forward slightly so your boobs are right in front of his face.
The window is open, letting in air, making the lock on his door rattle, and Peter freaks out, pulling the blanket over your head and holding you tight to shield you from anyone coming in.
You giggle, putting the blanket back on the bed, “Was just the wind, Pete,” you say, cupping his jaw and pressing a kiss to his mouth.
“I-I..” he stutters, face torn between looking you in the eyes and to your body, at your pretty underwear.
He licks his lips impatiently as he looks up to your face searching for approval to touch what you’re offering.
You take his hands in yours, slide them up your ribs and eventually you bring them to cup your boobs over your bra.
You let go of his hands as his fingers find their own way along your chest. After a few moments, his hands slide back down your waist.
“Are you- can I- Am I-“ he shakes his head at himself, looking down, his hands on your thighs.
“Pete- calm down. We’re not doing anything, we don’t have to do anything. Let me just get my pyjamas.”
You move to get off him but he grips your waist, “No!! I just- just, I’m not sure what’s okay for you. You don’t have to do this, you know?”
“What if I want to? I feel comfortable here on your lap, and I trust you.”
His cheeks are tinted red and his eyes go wide as you reach behind your back to take off your bra.
“I-you-what-“ you cut him off with a kiss, searching for his hands and placing them on your breasts.
His fingers are shaky and gentle against you. “Wow. They’re so soft,” he says, looking up at you with puppy eyes.
You chuckle and kiss the top of his head as he further explores your chest.
Nuzzling his face between your breasts, he kisses up your chest until he reaches your neck and then your lips, “I love your uh, um... your boobs, I mean.”
“I can tell,” you chuckle and he gets red again, “There’s nothing wrong with that, baby,” you tell him.
“Yeah I know um can- can I like- um.”
You raise your eyebrows and smile at him, looping your hands around his neck and pressing your chest against his, “Just tell me what you want, baby. The worst that can happen is I say no.”
“Can I like um,” he lowers his face, his hand under your boob, sticking out his tongue.
Instead of giggling at his antics, you grip his hair and pull him closer to you, so his tongue is flat against your chest.
Without missing a beat he starts sucking on your nipple, his warm saliva dripping onto you.
You throw your head back as your nipple hardens in his mouth. He looks up at you as you let out a quiet moan, like a deer caught in headlights, his eyes finding yours with your nipple in his mouth.
“Is this okay?” he asks, still warming your nipple with his tongue.
You nod quickly, bringing his hand to your neglected breast and he switches, his fingers rubbing your wet nipple, tongue moving over to your other side.
Clutching the back of his head, you relax into his touch, he’s warming you up with his mouth and with the heat radiating off his face.
His fingers continue kneading your one breast, mouth occupied with the other side and switching every few moments.
You get lost in the feeling of him finally letting go and not being embarrassed by his own want and pleasure.
His whole body jerks away from you when there’s a knock at the door, “Peter, I found the dvd you were looking for.”
He stumbles off the bed, opening the door just an inch and grabbing the dvd from May.
Slamming the door shut, he slides down to the floor, holding the dvd in front of his face.
“You’re okay, Peter. She didn’t notice what we were doing... well maybe not until you freaked out. But May’s cool she doesn’t care.”
He just groans.
“Can you pass me my shirt? We were gonna watch a film anyway, and if you continue what you were doing I’ll need you to help me with something else and I think if I ask you to do that you might explode.”
Peter was already so flustered just seeing your boobs, telling him you wet and needy you are right now is probably going to kill him.
He knows that it would be too much for him too, silently agreeing as he passes you your pyjama shirt.
You’re lying on your belly on the bed, exposing your chest as you sit up again to change into the top.
Peter’s standing in front of you, and you smirk as you notice the bulge in his sweatpants.
“Do you want me to help you out?” you ask- if he’s already hard you may as well offer your help, although you already expect him to say no purely cause he’s still too embarrassed at this point in your relationship.
He looks down at himself noticing his hardness. He nearly runs against the door, then disappears to the other side of it and you hear his quick steps go in the direction of the bathroom.
You giggle quietly, pulling on your pyjama shorts and getting into bed and setting up the dvd you were going to watch on his laptop.
Peter comes back into his room a few minutes later, red-faced as always, and shamefully cuddling into your side without a word.
“I really enjoyed what happened earlier,” you tell him. If you show him you’re not ashamed, maybe he’ll be able to do the same.
“I love you,” he mumbles and you say it back.
You know there’s a freak slumbering somewhere within Peter, waiting to be woken up, but as long as he isn’t ready you’re more than happy just cuddling and watching this movie together.
After twenty minutes of cuddling, Peter’s hand slowly sneaks under your shirt, finding your boob and resting his hand on it. You smile to yourself but decide not to mention it as he’s not embarrassed right now but you also don’t want him to be.
But when May slides condoms underneath the door, Peter’s up again quickly, red-faced, “May!”
part 2 kind of
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Beginner’s Luck
Part Twelve of the Rough Day Series
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 14.6K
Warnings: 👀👀👀 SMUT. Oral sex (male receiving), cockwarming, sexual acts in public, the use of blasters and other canon-typical weaponry
A/N: Twas the night before Mando season 2, and all through the house—NO IM JUST KIDDING SDKSFKSVS anyways I am so sorry for not being here for basically all of last month but I could not miss this incredibly momentous occasion for anything. Merry season 2 my lovely baby yoditos
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“Well,” a modulated voice gruffs expectantly from behind you, clearly tired of waiting. “Turn around, let me see.”
“No. I look ridiculous,” you sulk from the corner of the hull, refusing to do as he says. You thought this was stupid from the very beginning and openly told him so, but you’re also a complete pushover for him with just enough backbone to be frustrated when you inevitably give in. “And don’t you ‘sweet girl’ me, it’s not gonna work this time.”
“Sweet girl,” Din’s deep voice lulls through the helmet, raspy and soft.
Fucking fine, if he’s gonna twist your arm about it. You spin around with a deep frown and a chrome visor stares back at you as you waddle forwards, and you don’t even need to look at the kid cradled in his forearm to know he’s smiling toothily as you clunk and rattle. Once you’re standing directly in front of them both, you blow the stray hair out of your eyes and plant your hands on your hips, just waiting for the inevitable response.
Only, you don’t get practically any response at all from him. He stays perfectly still and says absolutely nothing, and though the baby’s mouth falls open with happiness and he reaches for you, he doesn’t make a sound either.
“I told you,” you grumble after a few moments of pained silence. “I look ridiculous.”
Still, nothing. You purse your lips, shifting from side to side uncomfortably, and eventually your suspicion grows and festers until it finally bursts forth. Oh for the love of Maker—
“I know you’re laughing under there,” you accuse with a growl. He doesn’t move a single muscle but you don’t buy it, not for a single fucking second.
Then suddenly the helmet glances away from you and stares purposefully at the wall of the hull as the kid starts giggling, and you knew it. You fucking knew he was laughing.
“You look great,” comes tightly through the modulator after a moment, and you pull your lip up into a snarl, vindicated in your findings but not happy about it.
“Is that how this is supposed to protect me?” You wave your arms, hearing them squeak and clank like you’re a droid that hasn’t been maintenanced in centuries. The rough metal jerks up and smacks your chin with the shoulder movement and you grimace. “Make the bad guys laugh themselves to death?”
“It's bad,” Din finally turns back to you and admits with zero shame, and your cheeks burn at how stupid you must look right now. “Way too big.”
“Too big?” You blink at him. “That’s your criticism?”
When he presented it to you, your first impression was some sort of brown paint—but no. It’s fucking… rust. It’s damaged and scraped up and it looks like it’s been through the ringer and back, and not in a way that gives it character. There’s almost a literal hole in the fucking chestpiece and it’s dented so much that it actually creates more than enough space for your breasts, what the fuck happened—?
“You’re telling me you went from this—” You ask pointedly, knocking your knuckles against the ill-fitting piece of metal and feeling it wobble against your chest, “—to that—” you tap the pristine, gleaming armor strapped to his body that easily costs more than probably quadruple your entire life, “—without any go-betweens? It’s missing one of the shoulders, Din.”
He ignores you, flipping the chestpiece over your head with his free hand and letting the metallic clatter of it meeting the floor behind you ring out through the hull. “I’d hoped at least something would fit,” comes his filtered sigh. “This planet isn’t nice.”
That sobers you up a bit, and you feel your heart thump painfully. “Are we on Corellia?” You ask without thinking.
“No,” he tells you immediately, quelling your panic while pulling off your one singular pauldron. “Tatooine.”
You’ve never heard of it, but from the grave undertone of his voice, you know the drill. Different setting, same kind of people. Smugglers, rogues, criminals—the type he’s used to being around and knows exactly what to expect out of them. You always feel safe when he’s with you, but when he leaves?
“Oh,” you say, because you don’t really have anything else. It’s quiet for a little bit, but then he continues on before you can come up with something to fill the sudden uncertainty on your end.
“I know someone here,” Din murmurs, bending his knees and sinking down to start undoing and pulling the shoddy thigh braces off your legs. “Someone… nice. It’ll be safe as long as nobody sees me leaving or coming back, and the kid would be happy to see her.”
Your eyebrows pull inwards, something… unfamiliar settling inside you. Din doesn’t have friends, he’s made it clear that he doesn’t really like anyone that he knows well enough to introduce you to. Even when he’s lowered himself in front of you and is technically undressing you, you feel a spark of… no, not jealousy, that’s crazy. But for real, who is he talking about?
“Why can’t me and the baby just lay low somewhere remote like normal?” You ask instead, but he shakes his head.
“No such thing,” he grunts, pulling off the other thigh brace. “Tuskans or Jawas will find you even in the middle of the Dune Sea.”
“I like Jawas,” you blurt, having had many positive experiences trading with the little creatures on Arvala-7, but his helmet immediately tilts up to pin you in place and you shut up, feeling the tangible unamusement radiating from the thin blade of the visor even when the kid starts giggling again. “I mean I… don’t like Jawas?”
Din sighs and rises back up to his full height, finally handing the baby over to you now that you’re not weighed down by that ridiculous getup anymore. “You can either stay with her while I get the quarry or run the risk of pirates finding you drifting above the atmosphere,” he reasons bluntly, not mincing words. “But it’s not a good idea to be stuck on the surface without protection, someone will find you.”
You bite your lip, hugging the kid closer to your chest for a second. “Okay, that’s fine,” you murmur quietly after a moment. “We can stay with your… friend.”
You clear your throat and move to let him pass by to get to the cockpit, except Din doesn’t take a single step. You blink up at him and after what feels like an eternity of no response, the helmet slowly tilts sideways at you and… oops.
Was that not subtle? You didn’t know what to call her, genuinely, that’s why you hesitated. You didn’t want to use the word acquaintance, it felt too detached for the fact that he said the kid would be happy to see her again. That’s what’s called a friend, right?
Maker, why are you being so weird about this?
Thankfully, you end up getting away with it. After a few painful seconds of looking at every single thing in the hull besides him and humming a song you make up on the spot, Din slowly walks past and disappears up into the cockpit. You take a deep breath and gently rub the baby’s ears between your fingers as the Crest powers up with a ferocious rumble beneath your feet.
***
It’s bright. Fuck, it’s so bright here. You hold the kid to your chest with one hand and shield your eyes with the other as the ramp slowly descends, dust immediately kicking up around it. Din’s palm is resting against your lower back and his thumb gently brushes back and forth, but your heart decides to drop the very moment his hand does, and as soon as the ramp clanks against the landing platform, he’s striding down into the blazing hot desert sun without you.
Something in your chest squeezes and whispers to you that he probably doesn’t want to touch you when he’s about to see an old friend again, so you wait a few seconds of space before descending down the ramp behind him, not really knowing how you feel right now. But you’ve barely taken a single step to follow when a woman’s voice screeches out from across a vast distance. “Oh no, no no no—don’t you even think about it!”
Din slows to a halt at the end of the ramp and gives whoever it is a small nod, nothing beyond it, and if you weren’t purposefully looking at him for cues right now, you’d probably miss the greeting entirely. You stand on your tippy-toes from behind his cape as a fiery little middle-aged lady in a mechanic’s jumpsuit marches up to him with an attitude that more than makes up for the height difference.
“You’re not allowed here anymore,” she pokes his chestplate brazenly with one hand and props the other on her hip, clearly not excited to see him. “Not after the ruckus you caused last time, no sir, not on my watch.”
“That won’t happen again,” he gruffs shortly, not providing a single thing beyond it, and you blink. What… what happened last time?
“It sure won’t!” The strange woman agrees shrilly, crossing her arms and widening her eyes until she looks a bit like she’s been out in the suns too long. “I’m still recovering, Mando!”
“I compensated you,” he reminds her, a quiet edge of frustration beginning to creep into his voice.
She suddenly narrows her expression at him, going from manic desert lady to sharp and discerning skeptic within a split second. “How much do you think my life is worth?”
Din takes forever to respond, seeming to either be choosing his words very carefully or grinding his teeth under the beskar in frustration. Probably both. “I brought my ki—”
“You bring trouble!” She bursts out, stomping her foot on the dusty landing platform and holding her ground. “I don’t care how cute your little one is, go park your ship on some other poor soul’s hangar bay!”
He doesn’t say anything back, staying completely silent while you stand there awkwardly and wait for his response, and it’s almost like you… forgot. How quiet Din can be, how unnervingly little he can choose to offer to conversations until he deems the information absolutely necessary to provide. He allows you to forget that reserved nature of his. He talks to you. He never used to at the beginning, but somewhere along the way it just became increasingly common to hear his voice, both with a high-pass filter and blissfully without. Now though, there’s just too long of a weirdly tense pause in the reunion for you to handle without doing something about it.
So you step out from behind him with the child in your arms, giving her an apologetic smile with as much friendliness as you can possibly put into an expression.
“Hello,” you greet her gently, musically, lifting the baby’s hand to give her a companionable three-fingered wave from the both of you while he coos. “I promise I’m not trouble, but he did bring me along this time.”
Din and the woman simultaneously turn to look at you; her like you’re just as strange and jarring of a sight to see on this planet as the tiny unnamed boy in your arms and him like your voice by itself is enough to loosen his shoulders. Though neither one of them ultimately respond to you, you can tell by the way his fists unclench that you’ve at least helped him relax, even if the frizzy-haired lazy otherwise ignores your introduction entirely.
“Now just what in Maker’s name are you doing with a poor little stowaway like that?” She faces him and pokes his armor again. “You runnin’ a charity out of that battered piece of junk you call a ship?”
“Three hundred credits to let them stay with you for a week,” he turns back to tell her, cutting directly to the chase. Alright, so you don’t really understand their relationship at all at this point. He said she was nice? And yet he’s already bribing her that handsomely?
“Five hundred,” she immediately shoots back, and your heart sinks. Fuck, there’s no way. There’s no way he would spend that much, you’re going to have to find somewhere else to stay.
But… he doesn’t respond. Which you now remember with a jolt of surprise, means confirmation. Not wasting words agreeing, he’d say something back to her if he had an issue. Maker, five hundred credits. You’re starting to wonder if he’s really able to make any money at all doing this, or if the job is just… fitting for him, so he continues to do it. He’s spending more and more credits on you every single time you turn around, and while you don’t feel great about it, you know Din well enough to know he’s stable and independent enough to make the decisions he wants to make.
So you just stand there and hold the baby to your chest, unsure of your place, while Din eventually turns around to face you.
Sometimes, if you’re being honest, you almost find yourself wanting to… do soft things with him that you know you shouldn’t while other people are around. Granted, he’s never told you not to, but the last thing you want to do is undermine his reputation by unintentionally revealing his gentler side. You want to give him a hug and maybe hand him the baby to say goodbye, but you don’t know if that’s how he wants to present himself to company right now. Unfortunately, that ends up translating into you just looking at him and awkwardly waiting to see what he does. Your feelings won’t be hurt if he just takes off without another word now that you know that that’s his intent—you promise, they weren’t hurt the first fifty or so times he’s done it. You understand him, it’s alright, he doesn’t need to—
But then he leans in and lowers his voice until only you can hear it.
“I’ll be back soon,” he tells you, and you feel warmth creep into your chest.
You understand him. Which is why you feel like you could almost burst with how much he didn’t have to say that but chose to do so anyway. You already have a solid time frame—a week—which is more information than you usually get, and it’s such a small thing. It’s insane; if you made a list, you’d have 1) talking to you, 2) knowing his first name, and 3) seeing a glimpse of his forehead as your top reasons why he might care just as much about you as you care for him. That’s insane.
He takes a second to reach a glove out and rub the baby’s ear as he makes his adorable little baby noises up at him, before the helmet tilts back up just slightly to look at you.
“Be safe,” he waits for you to whisper back.
And you think now is finally the time to go, right? Except he waits just a few precious seconds more, just holding there, silently. Maker, you don’t want to miss him, why is he doing this to you? You’re trying to play it cool, see-you-later’s have been commonplace between you for nearing a full year now, so why does it feel like now is the first time he truly doesn’t want to go?
You hold the kid with one hand and start to reach for him the split second he turns to walk away, and you quickly drop it as the dry wind snaps through his cape. He leaves and doesn’t look back.
Still, you watch him disappear, until eventually you’re reminded of your host’s presence with the tap of a wrench against your shoulder.
“Hope you know your way around a hyperdrive,” the woman says with a smirk. Maker, Din didn’t even give you her name, you’re going to have to ask. “Gotta repair at least two of ‘em by sundown.”
You catch the hefty tool with your free hand and turn to her. “Pre-Imperial or post? Never done a restoration, but I’m a quick learner.”
She blinks at you like that was probably the last thing she expected you to say, but you give her the same friendly smile from before and look towards the entrance of the hangar for the ships needing maintenance.
***
So Peli is… a character.
She’s quick and entertaining and whip-smart, but you worry that if she had a whip, she might actually use it. She’s nice—she is, but she damn near works you to the bone once you prove yourself capable. You don’t think she expected the extent of your practical knowledge of mechanics, she went into it assuming you were going to be useless and did a hard U-turn that very first night. You both worked together to fix two malfunctioning hyperdrives by sundown, just like she told you she needed, but then she looked vaguely surprised and nobody showed to pick up until two days later.
The second day is more hectic, and the third day is worse. You cradle the kid on your hip while you work one-handed, smudged grease all over your forehead and sweat sticking your hair to your neck. Using Peli’s sonic shower never leaves you feeling clean no matter how many times a day you find yourself wanting to wash the dust and grime from your body, the same way yours used to back on Arvala-7, and you immediately get why her dark hair seems so frizzy and dry whenever you step out of the stall and catch sight of the similar rat’s nest on your head in the small mirror. Hypersonic waves dry it out more than the blazing hot suns on this planet—you look the same exact way you’ve looked for decades and while you don’t mind hard work, you can’t stand the complete lack of water on this forsaken rock.
Din was right, though. She is nice, but in a way that she never wants anybody else to find out about. She cooks you food every night but expects you to clean the whole kitchen after, she lets you have free reign over the caf maker as long as you remember to make enough for her, and she allows you and the kid to pass out on the beat-up sofa in one of the secluded back rooms for the time being. On more than one occasion, when she assigns you chores that require two hands and a steady focus to complete, you overhear her babytalk behind the control panel as she bounces the kid in one arm and plays with his ears. It fills your chest with a quiet, subtle kind of warmth, and you understand why Din trusts her with him.
At least you stay busy—which, understatement. She works you so hard that eventually she starts handing you tasks that don’t really seem… pressing. Replacing the spherical joints on her three pit droids, hand-scrubbing the grime off the pots and pans she uses to cook the same two meals everyday, polishing the dusty windows overlooking the landing platform even though they’re caked over with dirt not even an hour later. You realize soon enough that she doesn’t have nearly the workload here as she claims, periodically catching her playing cards with the droids while you’re busting your ass doing chores once all the real work has clearly been accomplished, but you’re not upset. You like being busy, it’s how you’ve lived most of your life. However, at some point, you actually end up running out of things to do. After that, it’s like she has to actively look for tasks she still needs completed.
One morning you find her in the parked Crest, ripping open the guidance systems paneling and talking to herself. You sip your caf and watch silently from the landing bay, hair pulled up in a messy bun and the baby on your hip as the suns rise on your shoulders and she mutters, whole sheets of metal being tossed out from the insides of the Razor Crest.
You've also learned she responds incredibly well to the prospect of credits, so you don’t spend too much time wondering what her goal is—find something in the ship for you to fix and then charge Mando extra for the materials whenever he comes back.
Hilarious though, as if there’s anything in your ship that actually needs fixing.
You spin around with a sigh and walk back into the hangar, knowing today will probably be the first slow day in awhile.
***
A few hours later, you’re invited to play a game of Sabacc for the first time in your life.
There are so many rules—so many suits and names to keep track of, so many values to memorize, only to be forced to choose one card after every round to keep just in case the rest of them happen to shuffle at random, which occurs at least once or twice every game. There’s too much luck involved to figure out any sort of strategy; you feel like sometimes you’re hopelessly lost and end up winning anyways or you wager nearly your entire stack of bolts on a perfect hand and then you lose the entire thing regardless.
It’s an unpredictable nightmare. But it’s something to do, and you’ve learned that playing just as stupidly as you bet allows you to easily stay in the game. The baby sits in your lap and plays with one of your rusty metal gambling pieces while your leg bounces, and Peli grumbles under her breath once it appears you get ahead of her in winnings.
“Beginner’s luck,” she tells her favorite pit droid quietly, who focuses its singular eye at you in a way that somehow feels unfriendly and nods on a brand new swivel, courtesy of yours truly.
You don’t argue, because there’s no point. The whole fucking thing is luck, but there’s no point. You know enough about this game to know that you might give something away if you speak, so you keep your mouth shut and let her fill the void. You know how to stay silent, you’ve learned from the best. Wordlessly drawing a card from the deck and tucking it in between two others of the same value, you decide to trade one of your other cards at complete random and hope it all just works out.
“Ship looks like it’s brand spankin’ new on the inside,” Peli mutters into her mug out of nowhere, and you pause for a moment, before silently nodding at the offhanded comment and trying not to show how pleased you are by it. “Was falling apart the last time I saw it.”
You keep bouncing the kid on your knee and fan out the cards in front of you, hoping his big black eyes aren’t reflective enough to reveal your hand. “I have a lot of free time.”
“I can tell,” she acknowledges, crossing her legs and leaning back into her chair. Peli sets the mug down and sighs. “You’re a good mechanic. I’d offer you a job here, but something tells me you wouldn’t even consider it.”
Now, you do smile. But it’s a hidden one. A fond one. One you find impossible to fight when you’re reminded of him. You miss him and ache for him and all those collectively angsty things, yes—but mostly you’re just… able to find a bone-deep solace in even thinking about him. Your heart tightens, but it’s far less constricting than it is a comfort, a firm embrace. It surrounds you in its safety; Din’s mere existence is your protection, wrapping around you the same way the beskar protects him. Nothing can touch you. You’re safe, from all the things you used to fear and all the new things you’ve learned to fear.
No, you’d never consider it. This planet is too much like Arvala-7, just slightly more populated and dangerous. You love the baby. You love him. You’d never consider it.
“Don’t you get bored?” She asks you with a raised eyebrow, and your smile admittedly drops the slightest bit. “Just waiting around for him to come back?”
You don’t have to think about your answer. Of course you do. If you’re being honest, it does feel a bit like your life is split between worlds—one with him, and one without. Whenever he’s not here, you’re thinking about how much you want him to come back, and whenever he is here, you’re thinking about how much you don’t want him to go. You’ve never experienced anything like that before. There were a few local farmers scattered far across the arid landscape of the place you used to call home, and three of your neighbors all had kids around your age. So you experimented when you were younger, since you never had much else to do in your spare time, but you never loved any of them. You’d always go back home and continue to do chores, continue to look up at the sky and wonder what you were missing.
“Yes,” you admit quietly.
But what you don’t tell her is that in exchange, you get to see the galaxy. You get to have experiences you’ve only dreamed about, take care of the cutest little baby you’ve ever seen and become part of a family. You don’t know of anything you could want more. Adventure, companionship, pleasure, and fulfillment. Sure, you get restless, and sure, you don’t necessarily feel good about the fact that Din seems to be your driving force even when he’s away, but you know independence. You know what it means to live for yourself. You’ve done it long enough that you’ll never forget how to, you’ve experienced it more than enough to know you’re happy about throwing yourself off the cliff and falling into something different. As much as it’s new and terrifying, it’s better. Now you have other people to live for, too.
You marvel at the change—not just from a year ago, but from a handful of months ago. He used to terrify you. You used to keep your mouth purposefully shut around him because you were scared of overstaying your welcome and being dropped off somewhere equally as remote as the place you grew up. Never could you have imagined that the fiercest guardian the galaxy has ever seen would decide you’re also worth protecting.
No, you figure, you just need to… find something in addition. Something else to also commit to, give yourself something to do. You can practice the new self-defense maneuvers he taught you, that’s a good idea. But maybe you can also…
You eventually decide to prompt Peli in a change in conversation. “Hey, can I ask you something?”
“What do you want now?” She takes another sip of her caf as if you’ve been bothering her about this all day long, and… well, it’s times like these that you wish you had a helmet, too, if only so you could roll your eyes.
“I’ve got a few pieces of rusted metal in the Crest,” you eventually tell her, careful with your phrasing and not sure how much you want to reveal. “They’re in bad shape, but I want to keep them. Could I use some of your tools here to hammer out some of the dents, dissolve whatever crud is on the surface? I saw you have a forge back there that’s barely been used, just need the metal hot enough to be pliable without sacrificing its integrity.”
She furrows her eyebrows at you. “But I still need your help with…”
You wait, but she’s got nothing and you both know it. Still, you keep a pointed silence and wait for it, wondering if this’ll actually work. This is what Din does, right? Just refuse to say anything and make the other person crumble under the crushing quiet? Miraculously, it proves to be successful—you watch her flounder for a response, her will wavering the longer you sit there and stare expectantly at her.
“Fine,” Peli finally acquiesces, and you grin. “But only if you win this round. What d’you got?”
You set down your cards to reveal your hand. A perfect twenty-three if you’ve been counting right, unbeatable unless she or any of the droids managed to get the same, and you know it didn’t happen as soon as she takes a few seconds for mental math and then scoffs.
“Beginner’s luck,” you tell her kindly, pushing all your winnings back over to her side of the table with one hand and scooping the kid up with the other, before turning around and heading towards the Crest in search of Din’s old armor.
***
It’s late afternoon on day five and you’re on your back on a creeper seat, sweat dripping down your neck as you reach up to fiddle with the engine of a T-16, a Skyhopper similar to one you built yourself on Arvala-7. They're not space-faring vehicles, they’re only capable of reaching the upper troposphere, but owning one allowed you to develop solid flight skills without ever truly being able to leave. Honestly, you don’t think you’ve ever despised a ship more.
You know you’ve got engine grease all over and you feel like you’re boiling in your own sweat, but you’re almost done. After this, you’ll be able to go back to working on your side project.
As soon as you’d been granted Peli’s direct permission to do so, you mixed the chemicals necessary to eat away at everything besides the basic structure underneath, and then spent all day yesterday manipulating the metal to better fit someone your size and shape. You slaved over the wickedly hot forge and developed a whole new muscle in your arm from hammering and reheating, hammering and reheating. You had to repair the way the chestpiece was tapered into a concave point by folding the thin metal back in on itself multiple times, strengthening it without flattening it back into its original shape too much, and then you ended up melting down some of the extra material from the needlessly large shoulder and thigh pieces to fill in the gaps.
Granted, you still have a ways to go on replacing the crushed magnetics box that was falling off the chestpiece and filing down the rough scrapes and sharp edges, but you’re now left with almost a full set of armor that’s a uniform dull silver in color and molds way better to your general figure than before. You’re not a blacksmith or armorer by any stretch of the imagination, but you’re good with your hands and did what you could in the time allotted. It looks better than you ever thought it would, and without access to Peli’s enormous collection of tools and machinery, you know it would’ve been better off in the trash.
Still, you have to finish this engine first before you can rip apart the control unit wiring on the armor to see how the whole set fits together and what else needs to be repaired. You’ve been working on it for a few hours before you hear the door to the hangar open. Yet, when you don’t immediately hear Peli’s voice calling out to you, or anyone else’s voice for that matter, your heart thuds in your chest with sudden excitement.
“You’re back early,” you tell the engine suspended over your head, knowing he must’ve already thrown the quarry into the Crest parked outside before coming to see you. Right on time, footsteps approach and then a boot carefully catches the flat platform between your legs, slowly rolling your seat out from under the ship until the rest of the sunlit hangar is revealed to you.
You know you must look a hot mess right now. Your hair is a disaster and there’s not a clean spot to be found on your body—sweat glistens and pools along every curve you have and you’re probably drenching the spare jumpsuit Peli let you borrow, but Maker, there he is. Every time you see him is like the first time all over again, except this time the Mandalorian is looming like a giant over you, the helmet tilted down and silently taking you in.
Instead of settling you, his daunting presence gets you hotter than dual suns in the sky ever could. Fuck, he hasn’t said a word to greet you, and yet you’re already wondering if you can entice him to shove you back under here and join you.
You slowly push yourself upright and he steps back just enough to allow it, but not an inch more than that. You have to crane your neck up to keep looking at him, and he stands close enough over you that you wouldn’t have to reach far at all if you wanted to touch him.
And it’s crazy to think that… you absolutely could touch him, if you wanted. He radiates danger, he hunts and tracks for his continued survival, he’s probably got fresh blood staining the dark fabric of his cape and he’s so fucking intimidating—and if you wanted to, you could touch him.
Maybe you can partially blame your sore muscles as to why you immediately drop your head back down, but mostly you just want to stare at a part of his body that happens to align perfectly at eye level. And fuck, nothing stops you from looking. He doesn’t help you up, but he also doesn’t move so you can haul yourself to your feet, either. He just holds perfectly still with his body standing tall over yours, content to stay exactly like this while your hand slowly reaches out to wrap around one of his ankles.
He’s so warm, his muscles flex strong under your palm as you let it drift upwards, biting your lip as you flick your gaze back up to the chrome visor and then down again to the apex of his thighs. Your other hand comes up to scale the beskar strapped to his leg and you roll yourself forward slightly, wondering if he’d let you…
The black fabric stretching over his crotch just barely touches your fingertips before his hand is suddenly whipping out and grabbing hold of your wrist.
You gasp and jerk your head up to look at him, somehow equally hoping that you’re both in trouble and not in it at the same time. Din’s abruptly chest raises with a large, labored inhale, as if he wasn’t breathing at all that entire time, as if he just now remembered the setting, the fact that he’s not alone on the Crest with you right now. Peli and the kid have to be somewhere in the hangar, you know that, but…
“We’re leaving tonight,” he breathes out through the modulator, and you have absolutely no fucking problem with that at all. “But… shit, but…”
“But…?” You prompt, wanting nothing more than to let your hands reach back up to his pants again, but you settle for slowly dragging one palm up his forearm as his grip on your wrist tightens.
“Fuck, I wanted to take you somewhere first,” he groans like your feather-soft touch is actually hurting him, his hands suddenly dropping yours and pushing you away to clench into fists at his sides. “Maker—why do you always f-fucking do this to me…”
You raise an eyebrow at him this time, the curiosity starting to mix with the heat simmering down low, the kind that you'd feel even on a frozen wasteland of a planet as long as you were with him. All at once, you decide to channel him and his trademarked silence, enthralled by the incredibly slim chance that it will work equally as well on its creator.
“…Distract me,” he finally growls out an answer to the question you never asked him, sounding frustrated with you for reasons you still haven’t figured out, and your mouth is drier than the desert outside. Oh stars, you feel… fucking powerful. “From everything,” he goes on, talking honestly and openly, more words given to you in thirty seconds than he’s probably offered to anyone all week long. “Fuck, I feel like I can barely do fucking anything anymore, I’m losing my fucking mind.”
Your heart slams in your chest, wondering if he possibly feels the exact same way about you as you feel about him. Missing you whenever he’s gone, dreading the moment he needs to leave again whenever he’s with you. The thought alone is enough to set off fireworks through your veins, pumping hope and excitement from your fingers to your toes.
“I’m sorry,” you breathe out, biting your lip in a way that doesn’t look or feel sorry at all.
“No, you’re not,” Din grunts, before reaching out and hauling you to your feet, and even if there wasn’t a flat seat under you with wheels, it’d still be awkward and uncoordinated as fuck. “Shit. I… I need to clean up. Grab your things, go tell…”
Din trails off after a second, suddenly sounding at a complete loss. You catch your footing and stare at him as he falters. “Uh. Go tell…” He gestures with a sense of finality to the control room, as if he’s actually successfully communicating with you by doing so. “Her. That we’re leaving tonight.”
“What?” You ask him, thoroughly fucking confused. “What are you saying right now?”
“The woman,” he clarifies, clearing his throat. “The mechanic, with the… droids. Tell her I’ll pay her before we leave, but we’re g—”
“Peli?” You blurt, completely flabbergasted at this point. “Did you forget her name, Mando?”
“I…” he shakes his head slightly at you, like you should already know him better than that. “Never asked.”
“But you—?” You blink at him. “But you said she was your friend?”
“You said she was my friend,” he immediately points out, with—oh Maker, just biting accuracy. It wasn’t necessarily a jab or anything, but you still feel dizzy with how fucking spot on he is about it. Yikes, you absolutely did say that. You forgot.
“Oh…” you mumble, at a stunning loss for a response. “Ha. Oh. Yeah, huh.”
There’s too many beats of awkward silence after that, probably because he’s just so blown away by your way with words that he’s just attempting to analyze the wisdom. Stars, you’re making a complete fool of yourself in front of him, aren’t you?
“Were you jealous?” He suddenly asks, and you jerk upright, your heart kicking up to a gallop in your chest at the question.
“I’ll go tell Peli we’re leaving soon,” you quickly agree and go to scurry away in abrupt panic, but he catches your wrist and hauls you back before you can get far. You run into him with a gasp and immediately start to repeat your explanation for why you very suddenly need to depart, but the tips of Din’s fingers catch your chin and force you to look up at him.
“Hey,” he cuts your rambling short with a hushed murmur and the pad of his thumb brushes down your jaw. “Tell me the truth.”
You don’t have an answer that won’t be incriminating, and you don’t think you can get the delivery right on a lie, not to him and especially not when he’s got you so cornered. So you just keep completely silent and look up at him like a scolded child would. Innocent, wide-eyed and scared shitless about the unknown consequences of your actions.
His helmet slowly tilts as he studies you, watching you look up at him for help. His fingers gradually spread out across your jaw, flattening under the curve of your throat but so gentle, so careful that you’re almost worried he actually is mad.
“I’m sorry,” you immediately offer before he can say anything, your eyebrows pulling up in the middle. “I’m so sorry, it’s just—I just…”
His thumb carefully stretches up to brush your bottom lip, and you… Mind blank, no thoughts. Stars, you’ve got fucking nothing.
“I’ve got nothing,” you admit, giving up before you can even try. “There’s no reason. I was jealous. It’s stupid and I wasn’t going to say anything because I know it’s stupid, and I shouldn’t feel possessive over you but I do, and it’s stupid. I don’t want anyone else to know you the way I know you, and I’m really sorry if that makes you feel weird, I don’t want you to feel like you can’t have—”
Your chin lifts slightly with the gentlest movement of his hand and the subtle pressure is enough to cut your mindless oversharing off. Din’s voice lowers until it’s throaty and quiet.
“See that wall?” He asks, keeping the visor pinned to you while carefully turning his hand to the right, and your whole head easily follows the movement as he guides it. You have to blink your eyes into focus a few times, but then you immediately see what he’s talking about. It’s a partition separating the welding room from the rest of the hangar. He waits until you nod in the cradle of his palm, before leaning in and murmuring to you. “If we were alone, I’d take you around behind it and show you exactly how that makes me feel.”
You pull back from him with a startled gasp just as a voice calls out from the entrance of the hangar. “Well, look who finally decided to come back!”
Din slowly drops his arms and stares at you for just long enough to make you seriously worry that he’s going to say fuck it all and do it anyways, before finally turning around and greeting Peli with another silent nod.
She plants one hand on her hip once she’s standing right in front of him, cradling the kid on with her other arm, and you have to take a second to collect yourself now that you’re not at the direct center of his attention anymore. “Sure did take you long enough, didn’t it?”
“I’m two days early,” he grunts in his immediate defense, but it’s like she doesn’t hear him.
“You’re leaving soon I hope,” she drawls while handing the baby over to him, who makes an adorable little happy squeak at seeing his dad again. “You owe me five hundred credits.”
“It was five hundred for the full week,” he reminds her, and… he has a point. Though it was never part of the agreement, you wonder if she’ll be willing to accept less compensation for having the burden of your company be lifted early.
“Five days count as a full week, far as I’m concerned,” she shoots back, and your heart suddenly sinks when Din’s shoulders tighten and he doesn’t respond.
“Peli…” you sigh from behind him before you even realize you’ve spoken aloud.
Your host quickly sidesteps your bodyguard to eye you dubiously, and at the same time, you also jolt and wonder what your goal is here exactly. You’re ultimately just attempting to diffuse any tension sparking between them, you figure, knowing you’re probably the best mediator here. She looks at you up and down for a long time, hard and judging, before the baby babbles something wordlessly and she sighs.
“I suppose we can just call it even,” she finally huffs, turning back to him. “You’re lucky your girlfriend earned her keep, Mando.”
And then your jaw drops. Holy shit, is she serious? You assumed Peli valued credits above almost anything else, you never expected her to just… turn down the entire offer like that, so willingly. Clearly Din didn’t either, because you both just stand there for a moment in front of her in a baffled silence.
Also… girlfriend?
Is that what you are to him? Admittedly you haven’t talked to him about what to call your relationship, but then again, you’re a practical person and you never really saw a specific need to do so. You care about him, he cares about you—what else is important? You don’t need a title to recognize your value to him, and for some odd reason, calling yourself his “girlfriend” just feels like you’re a teenager again. If you were actually looking for a different word to use instead, you wouldn’t be able to find it, but you know that one just feels… not enough. Not old enough, not encompassing enough, not complex enough. It’s an elementary school version of what this is. And to refer to someone like Din as your boyfriend? Maker, just saying it aloud would probably make his eye twitch.
“Uh.” He stands there awkwardly, and you��re so blown away by both the sentiment and specific verbiage she used that you’re practically useless at this point. Shit, what’s beyond girlfriend, you wonder? Lover? No, not good enough. Partner? No. No, not wife, definitely fucking not— “Thank you.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Peli waves him away and spins around to leave, but not before throwing one final thing over her shoulder. “That ain’t an open invitation to come back, by the way.”
All of a sudden, you just can’t stop yourself from breaking out into a wide grin, tucking your chin in hopes that she won’t see it with her back turned and decide to pounce on the display of weakness. The three of you watch her stride out of the room and immediately bark an order at one of her droids to get back to work, who starts looking around in desperate search of something to do, and Din’s palm finds its usual place on your lower back as she disappears.
“What a nice lady,” you offer to him, and he gives you a wordless grumble in response.
***
So it’s a couple hours later and you think the kid might actually have the right idea this time.
You find yourself wishing you had a little hover pod of your own that followed Din around, one you could close the lid on and hide in while blaster fire whistles through the air around you like the baby is currently doing. You’re trying to listen to instructions—you’re trying, but there’s a lot going on here. Voices chatting, guns firing, targets being pinged, a lively little band playing in the cantina next door.
When Din first led you through Mos Eisley and inside this specific adobe hut, if you’re being completely honest, you had hoped for food. A comparatively large restaurant, perhaps? Peli didn’t starve you by any stretch of the imagination, but her dinners were the exact same every single night, and you’ve learned to thrive on new things. While you didn’t necessarily think he was going to take you on a… a date, or anything, you certainly didn’t expect him to take you to a shooting range.
Well. Now that you think about it, this might actually be a date.
Luckily you’re hidden away in the furthest firing partition from the door, but even without the near-constant barrage of gunfire to your left, the distractions are still plentiful. The kid actually reached down and pressed the button to close his crib himself as soon as the bright beams of plasma started zooming past and reflecting in his large black eyes, and oh how you wish that were you. You don’t necessarily feel like you’re in danger or anything, but you’ve also never seen so many guns in one place before and you’re worried you’re accidentally going to hurt someone else.
So far Din has taught you the fundamentals for any firearm—always keep the safety on until you’re ready to fire, never point at anything unless you’re a hundred percent willing to shoot it, yada yada yada—and also the safety fundamentals for blasters specifically. So, making sure there’s no leaks in the gas cylinder when you first load it, never letting a strong magnet get near the power pack, checking the surface of your target for deflection curves if you want to prevent a ricochet, or maybe in his case, inspire one. He’s taught you your stance, he’s taught you how to read your sights, now all that’s left is just to… shoot.
Your arms raise up in front of you and the metal feels too heavy and awkward in your hands, and you have to hold the handle in your left and creep your right index finger all the up the side of the barrel until you feel the indented safety switch. It clicks and you reset your grip to slowly ease your finger onto the trigger, staring down the sight, right at the bullseye. Din is standing directly behind you next to the kid’s tightly closed hovering pod, arms crossed and just waiting for you to pull it.
Come on beginner’s luck, come on beginner’s luck—
You fire, and… well. You don’t think you’ve ever seen a shot miss its target that spectacularly in your entire life. You’re almost surprised the beam of plasma didn’t somehow ricochet back into the booth you’re both standing in, that’s how spectacularly you missed.
“Try again.”
There’s no amusement in his voice, nothing mocking about it. Pure monotone under the helmet, as if he was just naturally expecting that to happen.
No, you think in frustration. You want to surprise him again, impress him with how quickly you can pick things up, turn him on like last time. You just fucking know that would get to him—seeing you easily hit the target dead center with his own blaster, you know that would get to him.
You adjust your aim and fire a few more times. Miss, miss, wild miss, miss. Fuck, so many distractions, plasma flying in the corner of your vision and an increasingly heavy gaze from behind you. Another miss, a miss, yeesh that’s a miss—
Alright, so you're just embarrassing yourself at this point.
“I think it’s broken,” you shrug in defeat, taking a second to find the safety switch and toggle it before going to set the gun down on the raised adobe platform separating the line of booths from the targets—but then Din suddenly snatches the blaster from your grip and extends his arm over your shoulder, firing off six rounds in rapid succession so wickedly fast that you jump backwards into his rock solid chest in surprise. He doesn’t give an inch under the collision and even wraps his forearm tight around your tummy as he hits the bullseye with such deadly accurate precision that even the char marks and the line of smoke left wafting from the target’s center are razor-thin.
“Works just fine,” he grunts, setting the weapon back down again before urging you forward a bit. “Go ahead, give it another shot.”
But you’re on a remarkable delay, just trying to process his sheer speed, how fluid and seamless the entire fucking motion was. Fucking Maker, blink and you’d miss the whole thing. He waited to grab the gun from you until you turned the safety on, but then… then how did he fire it so insanely fucking fast? That’s like five different things he had to do with one single hand within a split second…?
“I turned the safety on,” you blink down at the blaster, clearly just trying to process.
“Yeah,” he agrees blankly, as if he’s unsure as to what specifically you’re so stuck on right now.
“So how did you toggle so fas—?”
He picks it from the shelf gracefully and lightning quick—as if he just can’t help but go that speed around his weapon—and then he twists it on its side, flexing his wrist back until the barrel is pointed upwards and you can clearly see his index finger extend all the way up to the safety switch, flipping it up and down while his middle finger rests over the trigger guard.
“How in the f…?” You mutter, lifting your hand up next to his and positioning your fingers in the exact same L shape, only the tip of your index finger barely stretches an inch shy of the switch. “Psh,” you huff, dropping your arm back down again. “Design flaw.”
“For you,” he acknowledges, using the trigger guard to flip it back to its proper position in his hand like fucking spinning it like that is just the easiest and most natural way to handle the deadly weapon. “This gun was made for me, it’s a feature. Yours would be smaller and lighter, have the safety towards the back of the chamber instead of along the barrel.”
The words and the casual display of ability cause a rush of stirring excitement to burst forth inside you, suddenly giddy at the very thought.
“Wait,” you draw the word out with a grin, leaning back into him and gently nudging him with your elbow to make sure he knows you’re only mostly joking. “You gonna buy me a blaster, Mando? I did earn my keep this week, didn’t I?”
“Have to find one that fits a big enough sight first,” he mutters while setting the gun down on the table, and you scoff at him as his hands come to rest on your hips. They squeeze and try to guide you forwards once again. “Prove that you can at least hit the target with mine and we’ll see.”
“You only get to make fun of me if you give me a real answer,” you rule, planting your feet and refusing to budge.
“Okay, but we both know I’ll make fun of you anyways,” he sighs, and you have to dig your heels in and push back into him to keep yourself rooted to the spot.
“You’re not being a very encouraging teacher,” you accuse without trying to hide your grin. “In fact I feel very discouraged right now and I think that y—”
But then Din suddenly tips his helmet closer to your ear and lowers his voice, cutting you off. “Did you know that gifting someone a weapon is considered a proposal of marriage on Mandalore?”
Your smile quickly drops and you gasp, wholly startled at the implication and immediately trying to spin around to look at him. “Holy shit, are you serious?”
“No,” comes his modulated grunt, tightening his hold and keeping you firmly facing forwards. “Of course not. Pick up the gun.”
Okay.
Okay, so that one gets you.
You immediately start giggling, painfully aware that this isn’t the time or place for it, but that one actually fucking got you. Din easily guides and parks your gullible ass in front of the window carved out of dried mud before picking up the blaster himself and forcing you to hold it with your loose hands, grumbling under his breath.
Shit, okay, focus. Focus, you can do this. You clear the laughter from your throat and suddenly get deadly serious, staring your target down like it’s personally gone out of its way to ruin your entire life. The blaster feels cold in your palms but not when Din’s hands wrap warm and tight around the back of yours, letting you hold the gun how it’s most comfortable for you before gently settling his fingers down over yours. His chestpiece presses tight against your shoulder blades when he guides the gun up and out, and his arms are long enough to extend yours fully even though he’s behind you and still has some bend to his elbows. He uses his feet to kick your ankles apart until they’re shoulder-width and then you both carefully find the trigger together.
He’s quiet and slow about it and the whole thing is one giant fucking turn-on. Maker, chill out. Chill out, he’s teaching you how to shoot. This is important stuff, there are people around, chill out…
Din takes a moment to aim the barrel and his hold is so fucking steady, so unwavering and strong. You wonder if it’d be too obvious if you pushed your hips back a little, you might be able to feel his—
“Fire,” Din murmurs next to your ear, and you pull the trigger without a second thought.
The bright red plasma beam launches from the end of the blaster and hits the target dead center. You gasp, pulling the trigger again, and unsurprisingly, it’s another perfect shot.
He suddenly lets go of your arms and takes a small step back, but the second he removes his body from yours, the rounds start bouncing wildly off the edges of the target. Your eyebrows furrow and you try to emulate how you think the angle felt before, but you can’t find it anymore and you’re just failing spectacularly.
When you decide to pause for a second, Din steps up close behind you and wraps his arms around you once more. You can feel the exact moment he’s locked in his aim, and you fire wordlessly as soon as you know it’s going to hit. Bullseye, right on the nose.
This time, he lifts just his hands away from yours, staying perfectly still otherwise and you swear you don’t move a single fucking muscle in your entire body before pulling the trigger, but it still hits the far corner of the target.
“It’s broken,” you shrug once again, and Din drops his helmet to your shoulder with a sigh. “This gun was made for you, which means there’s obviously some mod you have installed that reads biometrics and ruins the shot no matter how good it—”
“Not even close, but that’s not a bad idea,” he tells you, watching you click the safety on and set the uncooperative blaster down. “I can’t figure out what you’re doing wrong. Are you just distracted?”
Uh, fuck yeah you are. So much is going on and more than that, he’s here and he’s just… fuck, you know what he meant when he said he felt like he was losing his mind. He’s your biggest distraction, all the time. He’s still standing so close to you and the baby is still isolated and tucked away in his hovering sphere, and you take a moment to think about it.
Yes, it’s… it’s possible that you may learn better by example than anything else.
“Can I watch you do it?” You ask him, and Din shrugs before reaching around you and quickly grabbing the blaster from its mud shelf. “Wait—” you tell him while he raises and extends his arm over your shoulder, and then you wiggle sideways as much as possible in the small booth to squeeze around behind him. He doesn’t say anything as you swap places with him and scoot up behind him, but you can tell by his body language that he’s confused. You wonder if he liked that position and watching you shoot his gun, even if you’re complete shit at it.
He stands in front of you for a second and you give him an encouraging, “Okay,” to let him know you’re ready, but then the helmet turns back to look at the target like he’s still unsure as to what you want specifically. You keep your mouth shut and let him figure it out. You meant what you said—you want to watch him shoot. You want to watch him where he’s infamous, watch him do what he’s best at and let completely loose in front of you.
As if it finally clicks for him, Din turns to face the target and suddenly throws the blaster into his left hand while reaching down and pushing a button hidden under the hollow platform with his right. You have to lean around his broad shoulders to watch the target slide backwards on its track easily triple the distance before squeaking and slamming to a stop. Din stretches his non-dominant hand out and subtly tilts his helmet before firing six times, easily hitting the bullseye with just as much accuracy as before, and you frown when you notice the only shots that have actually hit the target so far have all been dead center.
He sets the gun down and stands there for a second, staring across the range like it’s nothing at all to him and it’s… remarkable. Not that he’s a wicked shot, you’ve known that the second you laid eyes on his armor all those months ago. No, it’s just… you would think this is where he’d thrive, if anywhere. The entire place is full of smugglers, raiders, scavengers, mercenaries—occupations that define themselves by their grit. They’re talking as much as they’re shooting, conversing in languages you’ve never heard but suspect Din easily understands. But instead of fitting in, he’s just… there. He doesn’t look comfortable, but he also doesn’t look uncomfortable, either. He doesn’t look like he’s having any fun at all.
None of this is considered a hobby to him, you suddenly realize. It’s not fun because he’s too good at it. This is life. This is going back to school for the most basic fundamentals of a job he’s excelled at for decades—it’s not interesting, he’s gaining absolutely nothing from practicing.
You try to think of the last time you’ve seen him truly in his element. You think back on all the different settings—he looked out of place on Canto Bight, got into fights on Corellia, hated Coruscant, seemed stressed on Nevarro, and even on Naboo, even in the middle of paradise, he looked unsure if he actually deserved to be there with you. Now here on Tatooine, where he has real people that he trusts, where he’s surrounded by like-minded individuals shooting his favorite things in the world, it’s like he’s still not able to fully let go.
Is it just you, you wonder? Does he stand out more just because you’re the one looking?
No, you think. No. You have seen him relax. You’ve seen him laugh before, you’ve seen him be himself with you.
But… only with you. A hardened bounty hunter that much prefers the company of a young woman and an infant to literally anyone else in the galaxy.
Fuck. Why does that turn you on so fucking much? It’s the display of prowess, the sheer skill he’s developed, how fucking deadly he is—and how you’ve felt him use that trigger finger to trace slow circles around your clit. The Mandalorian standing with his blaster raised has probably been the last thing too many people have ever seen in their lifetimes, and yet watching from this angle just makes you feel protected, guarded, and… so fucking horny for him.
“Do it again,” you eventually murmur, touching both your palms to his back this time just to feel it. You want to feel him shoot, you want to feel his muscles move with it. You want to touch how mechanically he’s able to aim, you want to know if he’s loose or tense when he fires, you just want to… feel it.
Din grabs the gun and as he extends his arms out, you slide your hands up his back to rest under his shoulders. He’s so broad, he feels so warm and strong, and his trigger releases are so steady that nothing above his wrists move.
Shit, before he’s even finished setting the blaster back down again, you’re already scooting up behind him as close as possible and carefully slithering your arms around his waist, hugging your body tight to his back. Din stays completely still while your mouth presses against the fabric of his cape and your hands begin to slowly slide down his stomach.
He doesn’t say a damn thing, which makes it even hotter for some reason. There’s no warning he gives you, no low growl of your name or sweet girl being dragged through the modulator. He stays completely silent and holds there while blasters continue to fire from stalls to your left, and it gives you the thrill of your lifetime. Big strong man holding perfectly still for you to touch in the middle of a crowded room.
Your hand slips under his waistband and sink down low until you can trail your fingertips along his cock, hidden from sight beneath the edge of the clay shelf. The small sound you make at feeling it already firm and at attention for you gets lost in the noise of the shooting range, but you wrap your palm around it and give it a good, slow pull upwards, feeling Din’s back expand with a breath from the sensation.
“Do it again,” you whisper into his shoulder blade, slowly playing with his cock in his pants with one hand while keeping the other wrapped tight around his abdomen.
Din immediately snatches the blaster off the platform and fires it the very moment he takes aim, and you can feel his cock pulse in your palm as he lets off the shots. Dead center, as always, but he clunks the metal back down with a bit more force this time and then lingers his fingertips at the sloped edge of it for a second, as if he’s considering whether or not he should hold onto it.
You’re already wet between your legs, but it gets worse the longer he allows you to keep doing this. His skin is furnace-hot and he throbs for you, and you trail your thumb up to check—oh, Maker, he’s leaking for you, too. You drag the pad of your thumb over the tip and gently rub the wetness along the curve of his head, before easing back down to give the shaft another slow pull.
A quiet puff of air comes through the vocal filter, but that’s all you audibly get out of him. Still, it’s more than enough to fill you with a wicked heat and a desperate desire for more. So you bite your lip and glance around just to double-check that nobody else has wandered over behind you and the kid is still tucked away in his crib, probably passed out in the secluded darkness at this point. And then you barely take a split-second to consider it before your knees are bending and you’re slowly sinking down the length of his body.
Din is a fucking statue. He doesn’t do anything to allow your wiggling underneath the raised platform anymore than he widens his stance to prevent it. Once you’re on your knees in front of him in the dim isolation of your hiding spot though, he takes a single step forward and pins his waist to the hardened clay above your head, and a thrill skitters through you at being completely walled in on all four sides.
You reach up to hook your fingertips in his hem of his trousers and begin pulling them down, so tight and achy between your legs that you want to shove your hand down between them already. You don’t though, not yet, because you need two hands to be extra careful in getting his cock out. You don’t even want the fabric of his pants to touch it, you want your mouth to be the only sensation he knows here.
At the very last second, you decide to pull the waistband down far enough to let his balls rest outside the confining clothing, getting increasingly hotter at the thought that this isn’t going to be sneaky and dirty, even if you’re in public. Din’s wide stance and the floor-length cape hide you perfectly from any prying eyes behind his back, so it’s going to be soft and it’s going to be slow and he’s going to be comfortable while you go down on him.
Your mouth is already watering, so you bend down just slightly and lift your chin to gently drag your tongue along the smooth skin of his balls before anything else. Honestly—you don’t think he’s expecting you to go there first, because his whole body suddenly jerks at the velvet soft sensation between his legs and you let out a low hum in response. He can’t reach you down here unless he tries to, so you scoot your knees up a little bit and just decide to go for it. This way he won’t be able to get it confused, he won’t pull you out from under here halfway through when you suck on his balls before anything else. This is what you want from him, what’s right here in your mouth.
You switch to the other one and Din twitches with a filtered breath, the skin already tightening up and responding gorgeously under your tongue. His hand hovers somewhere near the raised platform above your head, fingers curling in his leather gloves and caught right between stopping you and letting you continue. While he allows it, you ease your way up and make it just tantalizing enough to make him ache without providing any real stimulation, slowly trailing your tongue up the length of his cock and pressing plush lips to the flared head.
Din exhales a shakily while you take your time, tasting the precum as his body produces it, just kissing and licking and purposefully refusing to touch him with anything besides your mouth. Without being able to see the rest of him from this angle, you're left to your own devices—you’re so gentle and soft about the pleasure that you start to separate the man from the throbbing erection you’re currently playing with. You begin to enjoy yourself without thinking too much about the struggle he must be withstanding right now, you moan softly against his heated skin even though you know you’re being a tease at the worst possible moment, but no matter how you decide to take your time with it, Din continues to allow it. He endures. Silent, perfectly still, until you eventually decide to wrap your lips around the head of his cock and flutter your tongue up underneath it.
But then he jumps and your eyes open when a deep, unkind voice from the stall to your left calls out, “Hey, Mando! Gonna fuckin’ shoot or just stand there, huh?”
You can hear his immediate frustration in the blaster scraping against the shelf over your head, and you moan softly around his cock the second you feel him tense and start firing. The smooth skin pulses on your tongue and you slide your fingers around the backs of his knees, opening your throat and slowly taking him deeper.
And, for a man that has repeatedly fired six perfect shots every single time he picks up his gun, he falters after just three this time.
The heat of your mouth must be too overwhelming. Too fucking good, too detrimental to his focus and composure to even perform the most basic tasks he typically excels at. Like a seasoned mathematician that suddenly struggles to count to ten, a renowned author that can’t recite their ABC’s—Mando can’t even fire a weapon right now and it’s all because of you.
He has to keep trying though, he has to make an actual effort now that you both know someone nearby is paying at least some sort of attention to his performance. The sound of more plasma arcing through the air over your head slowly disappears into the background in a way that it never could while you were the one firing—you’re completely hidden and safe down here, you can moan low in your throat while keeping your hands around his knees and begin to bob your head without another thought or worry whatsoever. Handling it is all on him. He just needs to stay quiet, be still, and shoot his gun. It should be the simplest thing in the galaxy for him, right?
Wrong. So wrong. You hear the way the bolts are pinging off the sides of the target now, you listen to him grunt and let off a few more shots that also sound like they miss. Your soft palate lifts and you’re practically drenching yourself at how wide he stretches your throat while you take him down as far as you can, and there’s a moment where you’re holding there and you think about doing something about the dull ache throbbing between your legs. But once you pull off him for air and automatically touch your drooling tongue to your palm, you decide this is what you want more.
Your slick hand wraps around his cock and starts to slowly jerk him off while your mouth moves down to attach to his balls once more, your touch gliding strong and wet along his entire length. Din almost doubles over into the platform, his hips stuttering up for the first time at the hard stimulation you’re finally giving him. His skin swells and tightens in your mouth—you can feel the tension locking his thighs down, you can hear the shots above you start to decrease in frequency, and you know he’s already close.
So you move back up to suck on the head of his cock again and slowly swirl your tongue around it, continuing to use your hand to pull steady and firm on the rest of his shaft, and you just close your eyes and wait for him to give you what you want. His firing soon stops altogether and you squeeze your finger between your thighs and press hard against your clit, just needing to relieve some of the ache. You keep doing that, you keep drawing circles with your tongue while slowly jerking the rest of him off into your mouth, and at some point, it all just becomes too much for him.
“Shit,” Din gasps, along with the sudden sound of metal skittering against the clay above you, and your eyes pop open in surprise. “Ah, sh—shhhhh—”
Maker, did he just drop his fucking gun?
You start to pull back, but then suddenly a trembling hand shoots down and clutches tight under your throat, hooking hard behind your jaw to make sure you stay right there.
His cock starts throbbing and he shudders, slamming his other palm on the shelf and cumming hard in your mouth. You’re already swallowing before he even gives you anything but Maker, you’re fucking desperate for it that your hand moves to curl your fingers against the exposed skin at his hips as if that’ll somehow help you get it sooner. The first taste of him comes as soon as you dig in and drag your nails down his flesh, and Din is helpless to do anything else besides clutch your jaw tight and gasp raggedly while emptying himself down your throat.
He shakes and shudders and you don’t spill a single drop, clutching his hips and pulling him close to keep him in your mouth, and as he slowly comes down from that plateau, you lick every inch of him clean. His fingers gradually lose their rigidity around your jaw and eventually, his fingers drop down to press gently against your throat while his hips pull back.
He slips from your mouth and you wipe the wetness from your chin, staring up at his cock wistfully and almost wanting to keep going. Is that fucked up, you wonder? What would he think?
He hasn’t moved yet, why isn’t he moving? Your job is clearly finished here, no matter what kind of way you may feel about that. The coast must not be clear, you have to assume. Perhaps someone is wandering around behind him, maybe he’s still being cautious about the nosy person next door—all you know is that you can tell he wants to move but he isn’t, which likely means he can’t. You know his cock must be so unbelievably sensitive right now, but he’s not easing his body back far enough away from the shelf to tuck it into his pants. He’s keeping it right in front of your face and expecting you to stay there until he deems it appropriate for you to get up.
The longer you wait for him to step back and let you out from under here, the more your need sparks and grows. What would he think? That you’re so desperate for his cock that you still want it in your mouth even when it’s soft and spent? Maker, he’d be fucking right on the money.
At some point, you can’t stop yourself. You lean back up to slowly take his soft cock back in your mouth, and Din nearly spasms while you slip your hand under your waistband and widen your knees.
You don’t do anything spectacular to it—you’re not that cruel—but you do hold him on the heat of your tongue and keep him there, fluttering your eyes closed as your finger finally touches your clit. Air puffs shakily through your nostrils and you think Din is actually shaking harder than you are, his body fighting oversensitivity while yours starts the race towards bliss. He doesn’t stop you but it also feels like he’s purposefully trying not to, like everything in him is rebelling against the wet heat of your mouth but knowing you’re only doing this because you’re so painfully turned on. You’re doing this because you need it, in spite of the electric shocks of wicked sensation it seems to be inspiring in him.
Your finger speeds up and you start gently sucking on the warm, giving flesh, and his hand trembles as it grabs at your hair. Fuck, you don’t care if he thinks you’re desperate—you want him to recognize it, you want him to know exactly how much you love his cock—
That thought sends a dark thrill down your spine and pleasure burns bright and needy where you’re still rubbing your clit, dropping your hips and rolling them forwards against your hand. And oh, your only lament is that you wish he was the one doing this. You wish Din was building your pleasure instead of letting you use his body in search of your own, you wish it was his hand working between your legs and about to shove you over that ledge, but then again. Something about this whole fucking scene is just so… undignified. Debased. And you’re getting off on it, quicker than you ever thought possible.
When you cum, you’re good and you don’t make a single sound when you cum. You squeeze your eyes shut and your entire body jolts with every single shattering wave of ecstasy, and Din tugs a handful of your hair and slowly rocks his hips once, twice, fucking your mouth while you endure wildfire burning through your veins. By the time you finish convulsing on the fucking floor of a Tatooinian gun range, you know you can go for another and probably get it equally as quick as that one, but Din is already pulling his cock out of your mouth and shoving it back into his pants. You’re like jelly as your elbow is immediately caught in his arm and you’re hauled up from your hiding spot, dazed and disoriented.
The chrome visor stares you down and you want to shrink in on yourself, thinking he’s going to take your happy ass back to the Crest. You should be in trouble, you know you should be in trouble. Leaving the recesses of your dark cubby and coming face to face with your surroundings brings a brand new clarity to light—you totally should not have done any of that. He was trying to teach you, for Maker’s sake. He was taking the time to show you the valuable knowledge he’s gained regarding weaponry and self-defense. Fuck, you even told him on Naboo that you wanted to shoot a gun, and he brought you here to do just that.
Except then he just spins you around and picks up the blaster from the adobe ledge in front of you, placing it firmly in your hands.
“Okay,” he pants quietly next to your ear, breathing hard and shallow through the helmet. “Now you should be able to focus, right?”
Fuck… Fuck, is he serious? You can barely hold the damn thing, you’re shaking so hard. How does this work again? What does this do?
“Wh-What?” You croak—fuck, your voice is gone. “I… I can’t—”
“Try,” he encourages, helping your comparatively tiny hands flip off the safety but other than that, stepping back and leaving you to it. Completely and hopelessly lost, you weakly twist around to watch him stand next to the kid’s closed metallic shield. “Hit the target,” Din reiterates with a nod, trying to catch his breath. “You can do it.”
You look back out with unfocused eyes to see it still all the way on the far end of its track, and there’s just absolutely no fucking way. “I… can’t.”
“Hit the target and we can go home,” he tells you, and while you don’t exactly know what home is anymore, something tells you it’s somewhere in hyperspace. A resting baby, a metal floor, a pitch black hull, and your cheek pressed against a warm chest.
It sounds… wonderful.
Inspiring a newfound kind of desire in you, you lift your arms as best you can and work so, so hard to keep them steady. The target is in your sights and you do your absolute best—fuck, you really do, but you pull the trigger and the shot sadly bounces off the edge.
You drop your hands, already defeated and drained. “I can’t.”
“Hit the target and I’ll buy you a blaster,” he ups the ante, and you instantly lift your dead arms again. Fuck, come on, come on, you can do this.
You shoot. Nope. So you shoot again. And then you shoot again, and again, minutely adjusting your wrists purely based on where the bright red plasma is landing and ignoring the scope entirely.
“A nice one,” he continues over the pew pew pew of you just continuing to fucking miss, fucking miserably, over and over again. “Expensive. Hand-crafted, one of a kind…”
Miss, miss, miss, and—no. Just, no. There’s only so much glaring failure you can take before you snap. You finally stop shooting and growl in frustration, going to slam the metal down on its resting place. “Mando, I ca—”
“Hit the target and I’ll marry you,” he says quietly, and you freeze just before impact.
… What? N… No…
Miraculously, you somehow manage to calmly switch the safety on and set the blaster down before turning back to see the helmet staring at you, unmoving.
You… you know it must just be a joke, right? Just a stupid extension to the one he made earlier, it must be. You blink dumbly at him and flick your gaze between the visor and two large black eyes staring at you from the crib, wondering if you glitched or if you’re just hallucinating.
“Uh…” you hear yourself say, even though you’ve got absolutely nothing, but Din doesn’t offer anything else to fill in the gaps of your startled misunderstanding. If you didn’t have such a wild fucking reaction to the words, you'd probably wonder if he actually said them or not—that’s how much he gives away. Silent, so unbelievably silent when you’re begging him to give you at least something. Is he messing with you again? Is he just that confident that you’re going to fail?
It takes forever for you to turn back around and face the target, but you eventually do when he refuses to elaborate. Your heart slams in your chest and you wonder what you’re doing even attempting this.
The moment you lift your trembling arms is the moment you know your heart is pounding too fast—your finger twitches with the wild rush of blood flow and you end up pulling the trigger way before you’re ready. You fire before you’ve checked your sights, you fire before you’ve taken any sort of aim whatsoever, you fire spontaneously enough to surprise even yourself and it—
—it hits dead center.
Your stomach drops and a jolt of some rabid feeling punches through you, you have no idea what it is. You whip around so fast that you get dizzy, seeing him standing there, completely still.
“That was just beginner’s luck,” you quickly reassure him, suddenly feeling faint. Holy shit, holy shit, what the fuck just happened? “Listen—hey, no, listen, I can’t get it again,” you explain shrilly to the utterly dead silence from him. “Look, watch this, double or nothing.”
You spin back around, well aware that absolutely nothing about what you just said or what just happened made any fucking sense at all. Beginner’s luck when you’ve been consistently awful at this, telling him repeatedly to listen when you’re very, very fucking aware he hasn’t said anything, double or nothing on a literal proposal as if double marriage is something that actually exists?
No. Shut up. Don’t even think that word, don’t think about fucking anything. Fire, fire without thinking, just lift the gun and pull the trigger—
You do, and oh. Oh, no.
“Uh?!” Your voice comes out on a squeak, now in a complete fucking panic. What the fuck? No fucking way. Perfect, perfect, the odds are fucking astronomical—another deadly accurate shot. “Ah, um, okay, scratch everything I said—th-third time’s a charm?”
Wide-eyed and having absolutely no clue what you’re doing at this point, you fail to see Din slowly turn his helmet down and to the right as he stands behind you. You go to lift your arms and pull the trigger, but then he suddenly reaches out lightning-quick and bumps your elbow upwards at the very last second.
The abrupt push causes your shot to be angled off course spectacularly and you can’t do anything but look up and gasp in horror, worried it’s going to ricochet off the ceiling and land somewhere this building isn’t architecturally designed to absorb. There’s just enough time to wildly wonder why the fuck he did that—
—but then, like pure magic before your eyes… the beam of plasma adjusts itself in midair.
It fucking bends. Across the length of your entire firing lane, it curves in a downward trajectory and hits the target with absolutely impossible physics.
Your jaw fucking drops and you whip your body around in dumb shock to see Din staring hard at the closed shield next to him.
… that’s not closed.
The baby tilts his head at you and coos happily, one ear tipping up while the other tips down, and you’re completely blown away. Not only at the entirely unexpected demon-power display, but what specifically he was hoping to get out of it. You’re still stuck, blinking down at the adorable little goof with abilities you’ll never understand.
Only, a hand suddenly grabs yours and drags you back to yourself.
“We need to leave,” Din says quietly, switching the lid shut on the hovering crib and pushing it towards the booth’s exit while tugging you along behind him. “I don’t know how many people saw that, we need to leave.”
Sure enough, voices in the next partition over start picking up, likely the only ones in here who had a good enough angle to watch the physically unthinkable shot somehow meet its target, and your adrenaline quickly begins pumping while you keep your head down and power-walk your ass to the door. You don’t know the kind of consequences that could potentially arise from others witnessing the kid’s literal sorcery, but you know you’d rather not take the chance. The voices start growing louder as you three make your quick escape, beginning to ask others around them if they just saw that, but you’re already out of the rectangular adobe structure and long gone by the time anybody steps out of their panels to hear the uproarious accusations of cheating beginning to fly.
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How to win a heart of Floyd Leech?
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Warning!
Once you start walking through the specific points of the guide, your life will be exposed to the presence of Floyd Leech. Interrupting the action at one of the stages may cause many problems; F. Leech categorizes stopping as "boring", which puts the user of this guide in great danger.
The only way out is to get to the very end. Or not to start at all.
You act at your own risk.
1. Be an easy new target.
To one’s surprise, it is much harder not to catch his attention.
You can easily become another entertaining target of Floyd, mostly by doing silly things or him just considering them as ones.
And to automatically get labelled as “silly”, you just need to fall into one of his traps—he prepares them for someone else, maybe for goldfish, maybe for another person given a sea-inspired nickname, expecting to enjoy watching how familiar face twitches with terror as he jumps into the scene and tightly embraces passing student.
But no. You were the one who showed up in the wrong place and time as Floyd jumped out from his hideout, scaring you half to death. With a strangled yelp, you sharply backed away. After gaining a slight flush on your cheeks, you recognised who you just bumped into and quietly gasped.
However, he was much more bewildered than you were.
He had never encountered somebody who wouldn’t just freeze under his touch. Jumping away, gasping, muttering half-hearted apologies and flushing? That’s new.
That’s also entertaining.
Even after your quickly disappearance from the scene, his gaze somehow inexplicably started returning to you.
2. Visit Mostro Lounge often.
“We’re looking for someone who would like to work part-time for Azul~” Floyd said, sliding poster across the table. He popped up in front of you unannounced, having your thoughts return to dark reality.
“Oh,” you replied quietly, packing your things faster. “Good luck with it.”
You got up from your seat, but the thought of letting you go just like that didn’t even cross Floyd’s mind.
“Ehh? Shrimpy, aren’t you going to try?” he asked, frowning. You winced a little at the nickname he called you, not sure how to feel about it. “You know, you won’t work there for free.”
Azul will grant your wish.
You fidgeted a little, questioning your response. You heard—who didn’t?—rumours that Octavinelle leader could fulfil any request for a certain price. Ones were working for it, others were paying, and lasts were trading their request with Azul’s one.
The thought of having anything just by working in some café made you consider the offer again—this time quickier.
“I will go,” you decided.
“Hooray!” Floyd smiled cheerfully, just as if he won some grand prize in the lottery. “But what could Shrimpy possibly wish for, to change your response so drastically~?” he wondered but didn’t get any answer in return.
3. Be honest.
“Shrimpy...”
You passed Floyd, without sparing him a look. Anyone who has known you for a while would notice that your movements were a bit stiff and creaky.
Once you heard Floyd’s voice, a wave of tiredness struck you as if you didn’t get any sleep last night after working your shift in Mostro Lounge.
There were so many people to serve, so many things to do... and yet, you couldn’t help with anything, still not knowing how everything works, messing up with orders and breaking some plates in process.
Floyd buzzing around you, asking you some random questions (“Shrimpy, have you done it before?”). You answered them quickly, but each of them bumped you out of rhythm, making you forget what you were doing. It also didn’t help that Floyd certainly liked you being disoriented, replying with a shrug and grin on his face at your thundering glances.
So now, after gaining a little trauma from working in Octavinelle’s café, all you could do is ignore Floyd’s presence, silently accusing him of your infamous fiasco.
“Hey, Shrimpy!” he called you again, catching you up. “Are you mad?”
“I am not mad,” you snapped and took an unstable breath. “Look, I just started working, and on my first day I made already so many mistakes—”
“Yeah,” he replied indifferently. “And what with that?”
“...I couldn’t even correctly serve drinks—”
“Oh, stop!” Floyd muffled your mouth with his hand, an annoying look on his face. “I know where it is going. And no, you can’t quit a job, after all my efforts to get you there. It will get boring again!”
“But—”
“Stop, stop, stop,” he corrected his hand on your mouth, now not letting even a sound get through his fingers. “Azul knows that you tried your best. And for these plates you broke, he already added them to your paycheck. You need to practice! Not to give up, Shrimpy!”
You looked up at him, quite stunned by these words. Perhaps he quoted someone from the book or heard someone talking like that...
But it was encouraging. In some way, considering that you couldn’t protest, having your mouth covered. But still, it was encouraging.
4. Take classes together.
You can have the power of controlling Floyd’s behaviour, making other students’ life easier. Or you two can be a walking disaster.
Turning alchemy lesson into putting random ingredients into a boiler and praying that the mysterious mixture won’t explode.
History classes started being a regular pinching ritual to keep yourself from falling asleep (you are being pinched more, even when you don’t feel sleepy).
In contrast, flying lessons are peaceful. Nor Jade, nor Floyd, nor Azul are fond of these classes. Floyd is much eager to stand both feet on the ground, watching you practice or having you sulking next to him about heights.
However, if you are a calm, shy, or tranquil person, exchanging little notes or drawings will be a little habit of yours. Handing them discreetly under the eye of sir Crewel is quite a challenge, but it also gives satisfaction once the note was given.
Floyd throws away most of your paper conversations, but the ones he really likes, he cherishes them by keeping them with him, stuffed in his pockets. He will be irritated if anyone would like to see what you two were writing about, even if the talk was about new strawberries delivery for the new recipe.
5. Being ticklish or not.
There are two possible scenarios, whether his new, lovely target is ticklish or not.
If is: prepare for being touched a lot. Observing how you quiver with surprise, when he lightly—he especially makes his touch less fierce, knowing very well that tickling isn’t violent—wraps his hands around your waist, making you hold your breath.
He would tickle you a lot, very often making you cry out of laugh and pain that follows sharp writhing and fidgeting, but never that much, to seriously upset you. That’s some luck in such unlucky situation.
If not: he will try to find other weak point. Or will try to make you ticklish—his hands are particularly cold and pressing them to your warm skin, might make you give him a reaction he would enjoy.
Albeit, if you also won’t return any expression even then, he will seriously search for some other weakness. Slightly biting an ear lobe, whispering next to your ear or anything that could make his smile appear, once he made you put him somewhere between “I despise you with each and every cell” and abstract mumbling with the heat on your checks.
Oh, he loves your reactions so much.
6. Learn all nicknames he gave other people (you will unlock an option to slightly dish other people).
“Oh Lord...” you muttered to yourself, as your gaze followed scribbled list of names that Jade just passed to you. He willingly connected all student’s names with pseudonyms Floyd gave other people and handed the roaster over to you once you helped him with some kitchen cleaning.
“There are so many, right?” Jade replied with a polite smile on his face. “I’m sure you already memorised some of them, being around Floyd that much.”
You nodded mindlessly as you tried to get names into your head. You mouthed them soundlessly one by one, motivated to learn them by the end of the week.
The chuckle that escaped Jade’s lips startled you, and you realised that he still was in the room. Or that you didn’t leave the Lounge even after your shift has already ended.
“My brother surely didn’t exaggerate anything about you,” he said, his tone a bit more buoyant than ever, although you couldn’t be sure as the thick air of mystery still echoed in his voice. “I wonder how it will finally end?”
7. Always share your takoyaki with him.
“What are you hiding, Shrimpy?”
You shuddered at a voice that you did not want to hear at this moment, not for all the world. Unless that the world included a chest filled with takoyaki, which you could give to certain somebody.
You felt that instead of a shashlik of tasty balls, you were holding a knife in your hands, a veritable proof of a crime you had committed. It weighed heavily in your grip, and Floyd's approaching footsteps did not make your situation any better.
It was a time to hide the evidence.
You pushed as much as you could into your mouth and swallowed a few balls without even gnawing them much. You almost choked on them.
“Me? I?” you asked innocently. You sincerely hoped that no sauce or a stray piece of cake was left on your face. “What could I possibly hide?”
"Hmm, hmm~," he drew closer, and you needed all your will gathered, to make yourself stay where you were. Even without looking in the mirror, you knew you were all pale on the face. “With my little eye, I spy something...”
His gaze went down, just to your hands, which you tried to hide behind your back.
Not giving him a clear look at your palms or wooden stick, you turned around on the heel and run with all your might. Your muscles felt somehow stiff as if they also didn’t see a chance to win this race.
Now Floyd was sure you are hiding something, and there is no chance he’ll let it go.
8. Watch him at his basketball practice.
81:30 for the blue team!
“Floyd once again started playing wild,” Ace breathed with clear regret in his voice. He glanced your way, frowning at you. “It’s your fault. Please come at practices when Floyd is in my team, not otherwise.”
You laughed awkwardly as he walked away.
A moment later, Floyd reached for a bottle with water and a towel you bravely guarded through the whole practice. He smiled wholeheartedly, happy with the win, water, and your presence.
“How did you like the game?” he asked once he changed from PE clothes and you two started heading towards Octavinelle.
“It was really fun!” you admitted, a speck of amusement appeared in Floyd’s eyes. “The red team didn’t have much time to capture a ball before you got hold of it again.”
“Hehe~ I’m glad you liked it,” he said. “I really like to play basketball, even more than ever, when I know that you are watching! That’s why,” he added, sincerity well-heard in his voice, “you need to come even more often!”
You nodded happily.
You just couldn’t mind it, all that accompanying him.
It was... fun.
9. Dance, dance, dance!
Heels tapped on the floor and the sound of these steps would probably have spread through the room, if not for the jazz music pounding through Mostro Lounge’s speakers.
Floyd pulled you closer, letting a playful smile on his lips stretch even more. You couldn’t help but smile back, before gasping as he spun you around your axis. You lost balance and would fall if not steady grip around your waist, as Floyd leaned on closer to you, making you bend on one leg more and entirely rely on his touch.
Last notes of melody faded, and you still were in that pose, facing each other. With each second, Floyd’s face was changing from some form of amazement to amusement, finally letting you properly stand.
“Ha... When did you learn to dance so smoothly?” you asked smiling in wonder.
“Hehe~ With legs you can dance a lot more than in the sea,” he answered. “On land, it’s super fun~”
You nodded at his words.
Floyd was a wonderful dancer.
But you can’t be sure if being a good dancing partner is the only thing that made you feel all warm and fuzzy because butterflies still didn’t leave your stomach.
10. “Let’s do something fun!”
“Here is your paycheck,” Azul handed you a white envelope, sealed with a stamp with the Octavinelle logo. “And you, [Name], was also working for some request, right?”
You nodded as you stared at the envelope.
Somehow, knowing how stupid the lingering thought in your mind was, you couldn’t bear to look up. If you would, your gaze would probably ignore all the elegant furniture of the room, even the owner of the room, Azul, just to settle on Floyd.
If you saw anything more than his shoes, that stupid thought would make their way outside, turning plans into action.
And Floyd unknowingly did everything to make them come true.
“Shrimpy,” he cupped your face with his hands, judging by his voice he seemed quite... worried? When he made you look in his olive and gold eyes, you started holding your breath. “Are you okay?”
With that question, your strong will to wish for something expensive or practical was broken.
You started fidgeting more, not knowing how to express your thoughts in words. “I think I have a request... a question for Floyd, rather than for you, Azul...”
Azul nodded at first uncertain and the room has fallen into silence once again until you spoke.
“Well, Floyd,” you turned to him, trying your best not to wander your gaze away from him, “Please, take your time with answering, but I want your response to be, uh, honest.”
You were tripping onto your own words, embarrassment soaring in your body as you started to think that you should’ve kept quiet. But Floyd was patient with your answer, as well as Jade and Azul who observed the situation as if they predicted it before.
“I mean- Okay, just answer the question.” You took an erratic breath. “Would you like to—”
“Sure!” Floyd interrupted you before even hearing the whole question. “I would like to do everything with you.”
You stood there, all confused. But, by Floyd’s expression you knew that he guessed what you wanted to say. Face heating up, you forgot about Azul and Jade, who hid a chuckle by turning his head to the side.
“How fun,” he said as Floyd wrapped his arms around you, as if shielding you from other people in the room.
“I won’t share Shrimpy with you, Jade. Not a chance.”
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