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143hyunes · 11 months

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when you help them shave

includes: ot8 x gn reader

genre: domestic fluff, crack(?), sfw

synopsis: you ask your bf if you can help him shave

warnings: implied established relationship, use of nicknames like baby; babe, lots of kissing, suggestive (lee know & seungmin), mention of blood in han's part, extreme **fluff**

wordcount: 2.5k

a/n: i saw a similar hc a while back, so i was hesitating whether i should upload this for the longest time (i've had this in the drafts since January 😭), my version is different from that one though, i can't believe i'm finally posting this. anyways i hope you like this <33 as always reblogs and feedback appreciated !!

CHAN

Days off with Chan were always eventful. Today was one such day and he was in a playful mood. The razor was in your right hand while you held onto his chin, in order to glide the razor easily across his jaw and cheeks. But Chan had other plans, you yelped out in surprise when he pulled your waist against his naked torso, the razor dropping from your hands, luckily the razor was not near his face and he didn’t get hurt. “Christopher! You could’ve seriously gotten hurt, please don’t do that again.”

“Yes ma’am!” He cheekily exclaimed, saluting you. When his hands went back to your waist again, you gave him a glare.

“What? Can’t I be close to my baby?” He said matter of factly. You sighed, you loved his cute antics, the way he was always seeking out your touch even when asleep, if he could he would never leave your side. “Okay, ok, I guess we can compromise.”

You led him out to your shared bedroom, setting the glass with water and shaving cream on the floor. When he sat down, he guided you to sit down on his lap. After you had settled on his lap, you started your handiwork on his face again.

“All done.” You say grinning, satisfied with your work. “Finally.” He says before pulling you in for a kiss, the kiss is soft, tender and unhurried.

Both of you stop to take a breathe but don’t pull away from each other, almost sharing the same air. “I love you.” His sudden admission makes you blush. “Like I really, really love you.” He enunciated, nuzzling into your neck.

“Then will you make breakfast and do the dishes today?” He giggles.

“Anything for you baby.”

LEE KNOW

Your boyfriend’s insistence on not keeping a straight face was getting troublesome, you had been trying to shave his face for the past half an hour. He kept making goofy, semi scary expressions, you didn’t know how he could have so much control over his features. “Lee Minho, you’re really going to get hurt and ruin your shirt and it won’t be an accident.”

“I won’t hesitate to resort to violence.” You warn him again.

That seemed to make him stop but you should’ve known better, his hand had sneaked around you to get the bottle of the shaving foam. You dodged just in time but his attacks didn’t stop after his failed attempt. He finally managed to get the foam on your face. “You’re such a brat.” You scoffed.

You had to restrain him, that’s the only way you could get work done. Your left hand held both of his wrists behind his back while you used the right to shave his face, you tried to finish as quickly as possible because he could easily break free from your “constraints”. He played along though and was surprisingly cooperative. “Damn, babe I didn't know you were into that kind of stuff.”

“Shut up.” You knew you would not hear the end of it and soon his friends would also start teasing you. After you were done, you playfully, lightly slapped his right cheek. He sent you a skittish glare before caressing your neck and leaning in. You thought he would kiss you but he pulled away at the last moment.

“Ugh,, you’re such a menace.”

“You know you love it.” You begrudgingly agree, giving his lips a chaste kiss.

CHANGBIN

“Bin, Bin!” You slowly shake his shoulders.”Don't fall asleep on me when I’m shaving your face.” You say while cupping his face, he leans into your touch giving your palm a soft kiss.

“Mhm hmm.” He hums.

You dutifully start shaving the side of his jaw again, when you clean the razor of the foam on it, you feel soft curly hair and hot breathe on your neck as he lays his head down on your shoulder.”Oh my baby is really tired, isn’t he?” You coo, your fingers massaging his scalp and he only lets out a cute grunt still laying on your shoulder.

“Tell you what, if you let me finish shaving your face, I’ll make pancakes with chocolate chips for you.” That seems to wake him up and he obediently faces you. You laugh at his antics, the way to his heart was truly through food.

You quickly shave the remaining hairs on his face and give him kisses all over his face. You watch as he snuggles back into the sheets, he looks so cute and endearing, you just want to bite him.

You make the pancake batter and add chocolate chips to it. You flip the last pancake and add it to the stack. Pouring his favourite apple juice into a glass, you take it and the plate of pancakes to him, you knock on the door to wake him up. He gives you a smile that you would kill for.

His takes his first bite and smiles up at you again. “Really delicious, babe.” he says his mouthful of the pancake, he lifts his fork up for you to taste your creation. He always does this, sharing his food and feeding it to you too.

After he’s done eating, he convinces you to take a nap with him. You can never resist him and the way his arms around you make you feel warm and safe. Slumber soon finds the both of you as you cuddle.

HYUNJIN

Hyunjin’s leaning against the wash basin, lowering his body so you can easily shave his face, he holds onto your waist for support. His hands are rubbing small circles on your waist and he’s humming along to one of your favourite songs that plays from the bluetooth speaker. Quiet nights like this where you have his undivided attention make you so giddy.

Hyunjin always liked to hold intense eye contact, something that made you very shy at the start of you guys’ relationship, it still flusters you. His intense gaze on you right now was making your cheeks heat up, you’re always curious as to why he does that, so you decide to ask him right now.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” you meekly ask him, the scrutiny of his gaze making you timid.

“Nothing, you just look so cute while you’re concentrating on something.”

That makes you stop, your blush deepening at his confession. “But you always look at me like that.”

He seems to ponder over his next words, his lips and eyebrows quirking up, making him all the more endearing. A stray strand of hair falls into his face and you tuck it behind his ear, cupping his face.

“It’s because I love you, I’m trying to commit your face to my memory, so you’re there even when I close my eyes.” He finally answers.

Sometimes you feel overwhelmed by the love he has for you, this feeling making you feel full, akin to having a meal with your loved ones where after your hunger is satiated due to the good food and the hearty conversations.

Still cupping his face you lean in to kiss him, trying to convey your love and feelings you cannot describe through the kiss. And he understands, like he always does, both of you were so attuned to each other’s emotions and mannerisms like you were cut from the same clothe.

He breaks away from the kiss only to go back to kiss your forehead. It had become his 2nd favourite spot to kiss you, after you had let it slip one such night that you really liked forehead kisses because they made you feel loved and safe.

HAN

Han had had a very eventful day today and you could tell from the way he was so excited to tell you all about it while you shaved his facial hair. He was a ball of energy even at the end of the day, his animated gestures making you smile.

He seemed to forget that you held a sharp razor in your hand and turned his head abruptly, you pulled your hand away but it was not soon enough.”Ow!” He yelped out in pain.

The razor had scratched his skin, making it bleed; fortunately the cut wasn’t too deep.

You remove the first aid kit from the bottom drawer, using the alcohol you clean his wound. It hurts your heart when he flinches from the sting of it, but you proceed to apply antiseptic cream to his wound, softly blowing on it, in hopes that it would hurt less.

You kiss the mole on his left cheek, you couldn’t resist it. He smiles, his thumb caressing your cheek.

“I’m sorry, I should’ve been more careful with the razor.”

“Hey, it’s not your fault babe, I should’ve been more attentive and not move around so much.” He reassured you, kissing your forehead.

“Let me kiss it better, unless it doesn’t hurt too much?” You grin cheekily.

He suddenly clutches the side of his face, acting like he’s in indescribable pain.”Oww, Y/N it hurts really bad, only my baby’s kisses can heal me now.”, he exclaims with a pout.

You giggle while kissing his soft lips, he leans into the kiss, holding your face.

Later you did each other’s skin care routine, you were of course careful of his wound, not wanting to hurt him. You spent the rest of the night watching anime cuddled up beside each other.

FELIX

Felix really liked being taken care of. The blush that creeped up his neck when you asked him if you could help him shave his face today, was indication enough. And you liked taking care of people. You were perfect for each other.

The razor hovers just before his jaw while he looks at you with such a loving expression that it floors you. He looks so adorable even with his bed head, the sunlight streaming in through the bathroom windows, making his skin glow. The freckles on his face truly shining like constellations in the night sky. You were hit with a huge wave of love for him, you just couldn’t not kiss him, not when he looked at you like you had put up all the stars in the sky. So you did, feeling lucky to call him yours.

He smiled into your kiss, returning it with the same fervour.

“I love you, Lixie.” He only giggles, blush deepening.

“Oh really? What a coincidence, because I love you too, baby.” His voice was deep and gravelly after the long hours of sleep and it was driving you crazy would be an understatement.

You only realise that you have shaving foam on your face when he wipes it off you, his movements delicate. You must have gotten it on you when you kissed him.

After you were done, he made breakfast for the both of you, scrambled eggs for him and sunny side up for you. You loved how domestic all of this was and could imagine spending the rest of your days like this, basking in each other’s love. What you didn’t know was that Felix shared the same thoughts as you, already planning your future in his head.

SEUNGMIN

Seungmin was very apprehensive of the idea of you shaving his face, you were naturally clumsy and he was afraid you would abrade his skin.

“If I get hurt I’m suing you.”

“Kim Seungmin, do you want to sleep on the couch tonight?”

“No.” He says begrudgingly.

“Then you will listen to what I say.”

You gently drag the razor across his face while he stands as still as a statue. He really is afraid of you hurting him, so you decide to tease him. You flick the foam on his jaw and giggle when it lands on his hair. It looks like he has a cloud on his head, when your hand again goes to flick the foam, he grabs ahold of your wrists. “Why’re you such a brat today?”

“I just really like teasing you, Seung.” You say directly looking him in the eyes, his right hand holding onto your wrist, in between your faces.

Releasing the grip on your hand, he leaned down, his hair touching yours and now you too, had a cloud on top of your head. “Now we’re even.”

“Hey! Not fair, you attacked when I was distracted!”

“You’re the one who started it.” He says while crossing his arms. He towered over you though it was not much, you caught him off guard when you tickled his sides. Soon enough, it turned into a tickle battle and both of you were out of breathe.

You had no idea how it happened but he had somehow managed to cage you between his arms, your back against the glass wall of the shower. “You’re really such a brat.’ He says raising your chin with his pointer finger. “But it’s ok. I actually like it.” Before you know it, he’s leaning into kiss you.

You don’t know how he could be so passionate with his kisses so early in the morning, his tongue fighting for dominance with yours.

“I like being a brat for you too.”

JEONGIN

It was a lazy day in and you were cuddling with your boyfriend, when you had the idea to shave his facial hair. “Can I shave your face?” You asked as you looked up at him from where you lay on his chest. He makes a distinct sound of agreement to your question.

“Okay, let’s go.” You say pulling at his hand.

“Now? But I’m so comfortable.” He says pouting.

“What can I do to convince you?” You say nudging his side.

“Can we pleasee have Mc Donald’s for breakfast?” He asks, flashing his signature charming, dimpled smile.

“Hmm, it’s not healthy, you know that baby.”

“But-I’m also craving a hash brown. Oh what the hell, you only live once.” You say giving in.

He gives your cheek a kiss when you agree to his peculiar request.

Both of you decided to place the order after you were done shaving, since the food arrives fast.

Jeongin was really compliant and before you knew it you were done, it was going surprisingly smoothly. He must have really wanted to eat his favourite shrimp burger.

You, however, soon realised that you had spoken too soon, as your boyfriend’s hand collided with dirty soap water and it almost spilled on you. Luckily for you his reflexes were strong and he caught the glass before it could spill on you.

“You’re such a klutz, babe.” You tch, teasing him.

“That’s not how you treat your saviour.” He haughtily replies, a lilt in his voice.

“You’re also the one who put me in harm’s way.”

“Okay, fair enough. Can we please order Mc Donald’s now?”

You go to the bedroom to find your phone and place the order. When food finally arrives, the smile on Jeongin’s face is so big that it makes you smile too. Lazy days would always be the best as long as your boyfriend was with you.

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argreion · 4 months

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Cuts and Band-aids

Val Here — So, uh, stupid self-indulgent fluff? I really badly just want to have a domestic life with Leon, you don't understand. I need to be stupid and laugh at his shitty dad jokes. Then play with his hair and fall asleep with cuddles. I am a simple woman, am sorry guys… Also going off Google with this.

(Also Tumblr decided to hide this for an hour so uh... Yeah, that happened. 😭 Am I making a big deal out of it? Yes. That shit literally scared me.)

Warnings — None, just fluff. And slightly OOC Leon, cause I like goofy Leon. Ok, maybe pretty OOC Leon but I think Domestic Leon and Mission Leon are pretty different ngl… Also, shit writing too, dialogue isn't my strong suit. 😭

All this started with was cuddling in bed one night, being curious about one simple thing…

“Could I possibly shave your stubble, Leon?” An innocent question, as a gesture of affection towards him; something small and sweet.

Surprising him, as he proceeded to check his phone. Looking over his shoulder with shocked eyes, nodding in response.

“Sure.”

“Am I doing this right?” You asked as you applied shaving cream to the lower half of his face. Sitting up on the bathroom counter, with Leon leaning into you slightly. Watching him appear like a cat, scratched under the chin with a shit-eating grin.

“Mhm, I hope you know the basics of shaving. Do you need some private lessons on this, hm? Do I have to be Mr. Kennedy? Private shaving tutoring with Mr. Kennedy?” Leon purred, allowing you to maneuver his face in whatever way you wished. Feels like a model with a brush on his face, beauty at its finest.

“Uh, I know the thing about the grain. Against the grain?” Ok, maybe you didn't exactly know how to shave. It seemed harder to shave a face, rather than arm hair or leg hair. You didn't even have facial hair, so you had no room to talk in such a department. “How do you do against the grain?”

Aw, you poor, poor thing…

Leon sighed, explaining as you continued to cover his face in shaving cream; with the brush he provided ever so courteously, “'Ight, so, it ain't like shaving an arm. At least in my opinion, 'cause my opinion is absolutely amazing, and you shouldn't put cereal before milk.”

Ok, smart ass, maybe you'll be a lunatic and do milk before cereal… Sike.

“That opinion is shit, and you know it.” You laughed, putting the shaving brush away on the bathroom counter. Watching as Leon proceeded to ready the razor, like a jeweler appraising a diamond. Leon often looked this way when he cleaned his gun.

“Maybe you're the one with a shit opinion, ion know.” He chuckled, sliding the razor into your hand. “There, now it's time for Mr. Kennedy to work his charm and school you on shaving.”

Leon coughed, his face taking on a 'dignified' look as he raised his eyebrows and pursed his lips. Taking your hand in his, and giving you a hands-on approach toward his shaving.

Gently guiding your hand in a way that went against the way his facial hair grew. A slight sound came from it, and bits of hair following the trail.

“So, miss, what do you notice?” This 'teacher' asked, letting you do the second swipe yourself. Arms crossed over his chest, seemingly pleased with his shit attempt at teaching you.

“That you look very stupid? Or the fact that you missed a spot?” You answered, taking his jaw in your hands to move his face in an appropriate direction. He did, in fact, miss a spot. Poor man's ego probably took a hit.

“Damn it.” Leon sighed, his expression falling as he let his face rest. Letting out a faint hum as he watched your face focus; such care in doing something so simple.

“Seeing you focus is adorable, y'know?” He now said, was he attempting to woo you further? As if cheesy jokes, blanket hogging, and a breakfast lover weren't already enough. Focusing was his new target?

“I'm charmed, but I have a man at home.”

Shaving his face was a little over halfway done, having to do underneath his jaw and possibly his mustache. Seeing Leon raise an eyebrow at you as you began to do underneath his jaw. Oh really, a man at home? Oh my, what could ever be his name?

“I bet I could be better than that man.” Of course, you could be, dumbass. It's literally you.

“I dunno, he's definitely charming, but he's a bit of a... What's the best word? Clod? Dolt? Dumbass?” There were multiple words to describe Leon at points. The way he would burn his mouth when eating, knock things over, clearly need glasses, and proceed to not wear a damned motorcycle helmet. How many times did you yell at him? Then he would proceed to give a sheepish smile, runoff, and come back saying, “So, uh, honey! My motorcycle crashed on the freeway!” Absolute dumbass, but it was sweet. He was sweet.

He was sweeter than honey, almost too sweet. Seeing as he always kissed your knuckles or palms. An aged cat that just wanted to be loved, and love back.

“I bet he's delighted you call him such wonderful names. I'll call you... Amore mio bellissimo.” Leon purred, looking up to catch himself in the mirror. A smile graced his face, alongside a cut. The sudden movement of him moving his face caused the blade of the razor to cut him. Seeing a now thin, bright red mark on his jaw.

Oof, you did a little fuck-up. “Err... Band-aid?” You suggested, face a little uncertain as he brushed a finger over it. “Kind of moved your face, should've learned this now.”

“I know.” It was all he responded with, letting himself stare into his soul. A little creepy, but he often dazed off into his own world. Doing paperwork, before bed, coming from a mission, and when you showered together, too.

“Stop looking gloomy, gumdrop.” Gum drop? That just randomly popped out of your mouth. Ew, you're starting to sound like Leon when he's drunk. Clinging to you like a child, crying that you're so good to him. Delighted and honored, he held you in such a high regard.

“Gumdrop? I've rubbed off on you, honeybun.” He teased, that signature Kennedy toothy smile appearing. Cute little dimples on his face. Damn you.

Why did your face feel warm? A groan came from your lips as he had successfully wooed you in the stupidest ways. Reaching behind you into the band-aid box, feeling around for at least one normal-sized band-aid. Leon, why'd you always buy the big ass ones?

While you did that, Leon finished the rest of his face, splashing water all over his face as he finished. Rubbing underneath his eyes, muttering to himself that he needed to do something with his eye bags. Good, he's distracted...

Maybe you did like to fuck around and find out. Being able to fish out a Hello Kitty band-aid. Heh, you can play the small stupid game of pranks as well. Well, this wasn't exactly a prank. But it usually got a rise out of him in small ways. Pulling the back off and sticking it quickly on his face.

Was he appalled? Possibly, seeing as he stood there for a second. Maybe multiple seconds? Why did a small cold sweat break down your neck as he glanced towards you? Lips pursed as he judged the 'fashion choice' of such a band-aid.

“What's this dog again?” Leon asked, squinting as he turned his face to get a better look. That's right, he didn't even know what Hello Kitty was, did he? It was basically something for girls, and judging by the way he would watch raunchy cartoons. Yeah, he wouldn't know it's Pompompurin. It was too out of his league.

“That, my friend, is Pompompurin. Big name, I know. I botched it, so many times, till a little teenager screamed at me for it.” You laughed, recalling the small memory of it. Pausing as Leon gave a kiss to your cheek. More red blooming on your cheeks. Quick and sly, always the way he was.

“Well, guess I get to have a pee-colored band-aid on my face now, huh? Multiple kinds of hydrated, too.” Duly noted, never introduce you to a dog or Sanrio ever again. Only took ten seconds in, and you had to say something flavorful. No, something you want to slap him respectfully for.

“You always ruin cute things, God damn.” Never got old, you respectfully ruined the other. He got pee-colored band-aids, and you got a drive-by ass-wise. The equal playing field in this relationship.

“You just can't appreciate my art, can you?” He questioned, giving another kiss on your cheek before proceeding with his normal morning routine.

“You can't appreciate the art of me learning to shave your stubble? Not even a thank you?” Reusing his words in a way against him, watching him roll his eyes and meet your gaze.

“Thank you, babe.” Was all he said to make a small smile appear on your face. Earning a kiss on his lips.

“Love you.”

“Love you too, maybe pee colored band-aids are go—”

“Oh, shut the actual fuck up.”

#resident evil x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon s kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x you #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy

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thndrs-wrtr · 7 months

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Hello!! That Chan pic with the baby is just sjdjsjdj and the entire video, lord. I was wondering if u could write something like thar pls, needing fluff dad Chan 🥹

OMG YES. ABSOLUTELY . Also, golden star for you for being my first request ⭐️

Let's see what I come up with.

Warnings: Dad Bangchan. Fluff, extreme domestic fluff.

Big hugs

Ever since Chan came back to work after his hiatus, he promised he would come back home earlier. In the end, he had to come back not only to his house, but to his home. It wasn't just you waiting for him, now there was a tiny little human being that would wait for him.

However, Chan's promise was forgotten that day. It was already 10pm and he was nowhere to be seen. The apple didn't fall far from the tree, for Daesung refused to sleep for the entire day. No nap time, and he was definitely far from falling asleep anytime soon. He's definitely his son, you thought when the tiny almost two year old refused closing his eyes.

Walking around the place, singing, showing him toys, begging, anything worked. Instead, his tears kept flowing and so did your stress. His diaper was clean, he ate his dinner, he didn't seem to be hurt, the thought of taking him to the hospital faded when he finally sat still on the floor and started playing with his toys, and if he was not sleeping, at least he have you some peaceful minutes to a quick trip to the bathroom.

Chan finally arrived home, quietly. He smiled when he saw the boy giving his entire attention to his tiny, tiny guitar, pulling the nylon strings one by one, thank you uncle Han for the present.

He hid behind the wall, just showing his face when he finally spoke, calling the baby's attention.

"Hello there"

His dimples appeared on his cheeks and his eyes became smaller thanks the smiling expression. The baby quickly turned around, and started moving his legs and arms in an attempt of getting up.

The older man left his hiding and went straight to him, kneeling as to pick him up. Daesung started giggling right away, gripping onto Chan's shirt without hesitation.

"Your eyes are so red, had you been crying, hm? No, don't cry! Let's whipe those eyes, yeah? Don't cry, I've got you, ok?."

He said with a downward smile, rubbing his nose against the chubby cheek after cleaning the dry tears on his cheeks, making you melt right away when you appeared in the room once again, leaning in the doorframe for a few seconds while Chan didn't notice you.

"Two good looking boys and I look like if I'm back from a camping night" you said in between giggles.

"Ah, baby" Chan laughed as well, walking towards your way and kissing your shortly as a hello. "I'm sorry, yeah? I knew I said I'd arrive early and-" you cut his words.

"Watch him while I take a quick shower. I need it. Then I'll forgive you."

"Sounds like a fair deal"

Chan agreed, and his attention went back to Daesung. He lifted him in his arms in swift motions, the baby giggling and kicking his legs whenever Chan would lift him up in the air, and then back down using his mouth to immitate the sound of a rocket. Their tiny game continued for a few minutes, until Chan took him back to the bedroom.

"Shall we put you on your pj's, yeah?" He said with a kind of high pitched voice, "yeah, you need to be in your pj's. Is late and you gotta sleep, ok?" He told him as if he'd get a solid answer in return.

"I wrote so many verses for you today, probably a bit cheesy but yeah. Ah, you're gonna hate me when you're fifteen aren't you"

Chan giggled while he was changing Daesung into his onesie. He leaned forward, gently tickling the boy's belly, and the multiple "nom noms" on his neck, hands and belly didn't take long in appear, making the baby giggle and kick his feet at his dad's attention.

You had no idea how time you spent taking your quick shower, but after a long day after barely eating, constantly trying to calm down Daesung's crying, you really needed some time alone, and you knew Chan had it all covered outside.

However, when you got out the silence made you worried. Usually, Chan would be singing, or holding conversations with no replies back other than babbles, or music playing in the background. But now? Silence. Pure, and absolute silence.

The dim light of your bedroom made you walk towards it, the scene making you feel like sit down in that same spot and cry.

An unsual, asleep shirtless Chan under the sheets, accompanied by the image you wanted to see the entire day. Daesung finally, finally asleep. And not only asleep. He was soundly asleep using Chan's chest as bed, his tiny hands holding onto him while Chan's arms were perfectly wrapped around him a very, very big hug.

You walked towards them very cautiously, keeping your hand on Daesung's back for brief seconds as you leaned forward to kiss his head, repeating the gesture but this time on Chan's temple. Apparently, someone was refusing to sleep without his dad.

And you understood your son perfectly, you couldn't fall asleep easily when Chan wasn't there, how could you, if not wrapped in his arms?

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monstersandmaw · 1 year

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Male fox spirit x female reader (nsfw)

Disclaimer which I’m including in all my works after plagiarism and theft has taken place: I do not give my consent for my works to be used, copied, published, or posted anywhere. They are copyrighted and belong to me.

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Commission #4 in the list of 5! Thank you for trusting me with your prompt: female reader saves a dying fox on her way home from work, who turns out to be a fox spirit. I hope you like it!

Contents: Fox suffers a spinal injury when hit by a car (not the reader’s); there’s some magic; some domestic fluff; oral sex, fingering, him coming on her; and a sweet, fluffy ending.

Wordcount: 4400

Driving rain greeted you full in the face as you shoved open the main doors of the building and burrowed down into your coat, drawing the hood tight around your head in a vain attempt to keep the weather out. Nights like this — cold, damp, and at the tail end of winter before Spring took a proper hold on the land — were truly miserable.

Your fingers were half frozen by the time you had fumbled the keys out of your pocket and clambered into your car, and you fired the old thing up with a hopeful grimace that it would start. It coughed to life and you uttered a little prayer of thanks to whichever gods or spirits out there might be listening. “Now if only you could do something about my pathetic love life as well,” you said to yourself as you reversed out of the parking space and headed towards the main road. “Wouldn’t that be perfect?”

Half an hour outside of town, your headlights flashed over something lying on the side of the road, sprawled halfway across the white line, and you swerved instinctively to avoid it. Mercifully there was nothing coming in the other direction, or you’d have caused a serious accident. Adrenaline spiked through you and you slammed on the brakes.

The flash of golden-red you’d glimpsed had told you it was a fox, but it had had its head raised and it had been looking at you with its eyes flaring yellow in the headlights, but the expression on its face had struck you to the core. It had looked… resigned. Like it knew you were going to hit it. Like it knew it was going to die.

“No,” you said through gritted teeth.

You had some old work gloves in the back of the car from when you’d taken a load of stuff from the garden to the dump a week before, so you put your hazards on and slid out of the driver’s side door and into the worsening storm. You cursed softly, squinting amid the stinging rain as it struck your face like little iron nails in the gusty night. You cleared a space in the trunk for the fox, spreading an old picnic blanket out and grabbing those thick leather gloves. No need to get rabies if the thing bit you before you could get it to an animal clinic in the morning.

You knew it was a stupid thing to do, that cars hit wildlife all the time, and you really weren’t equipped to deal with it, but you couldn’t just leave it there when it had looked so sad; black ears drooping, eyes wide, mouth slightly open.

Making your way along the edge of the deserted road with only your phone torch to light the way, you found the spot where the fox was still lying on the asphalt, and crooned softly to it. “Hey there,” you said, feeling a bit silly. “It’s ok. I’m not going to hurt you. It’s alright. Let me help you out… Let me take you home and see if I can take you to a vet in the morning…”

When your light found its back legs though, your heart sank. They lay limp and slightly twisted to one side. Its back had been broken by the impact with a vehicle.

“Oh baby,” you said, fighting sudden tears. “It’s going to be ok…” you lied.

Was it like with humans? Should it not be moved with a spinal injury? It would probably die anyway, or they’d recommend putting it down. You could at least take it in and keep it warm for its last few hours. When you knelt nearby, it just laid its cheek down on the cold tarmac, defeated, and let out a long, broken whimper.

“I’m going to pick you up, ok? Please don’t bite me. God, this is such a stupid thing to do…”

The fox licked its shiny black nose and just blinked slowly at you.

When it made no move to attack you or snap at you when you got nearer, you scooped it up and marvelled at how light it felt in your arms, its lovely, russet fur damp and matted.

“There,” you said, cradling it in your arms as you carried it back to your car. ‘Him’, not ‘it’, you saw when you set him down on the blanket and stroked his head and neck. He murmured softly, the sound almost a purr, and you swallowed thickly. He was so weak, you wondered if he’d even survive the journey home.

Five cars overtook you as you drove on after that, all beeping and honking their horns and flashing their lights to get you to go faster, but you absolutely would not be bullied into making this last car ride hell for the little, injured fox.

It didn’t take very long to set up a cosy den of blankets and towels in the kitchen by the radiator, and when you were satisfied that it was as comfortable as you could make it — and that any mess would be contained in an area with tile floors — you went back for him. He was still lying on his side, exactly as you’d left him, but his eyes seemed brighter and more focused, and his ears pricked up when you opened the trunk up and gazed down at him.

“Alright?” you asked and he gave a soft snuffle that was half-sneeze and half-chuckle. “You’re awfully perky for someone who’s just gone head-to-head with fast-moving traffic, buddy,” you smiled. “Maybe you will be alright. Ready to go inside?”

You had your gloves on but it didn’t feel like you really needed them, and when you settled him down on the veritable blanket fort inside, he heaved a great sigh and nuzzled his cheek against the fabric with a rumbling moan of contentment.

“You hungry?” you asked. “I don’t have much that’s fox-friendly, but I think there’s some ham in the fridge. Let me check.”

You offered him a saucer of water first, holding his delicate head up as he lapped steadily at it until he’d had his fill, and then you fed him little slivers of cooked ham which he took from your fingers like an absolute gentleman. “Aren't you dainty,” you chuckled as his small, sharp teeth pulled the next piece carefully free of your gloved hand.

He fixed you with such a flat, patronising look that you had to laugh.

The fox flicked an ear and looked away.

“Oh I’m sorry,” you said in a baby voice. “Don’t be grumpy with me, you precious thing… Here, have some more…”

He sneezed, then looked back at you and opened his mouth, head tipped back like a baby bird awaiting a worm.

“You’re not going to take it? You want me to feed you?”

He just stared at you without moving.

“Fine, your highness,” you said. “Anything for you.”

You let the piece drop into his tilted jaws, and then chucked him affectionately under the chin with your finger after he’d chewed and swallowed it.

He caught the leather of the glove’s fingertip in his teeth in a move that was so fast you didn’t even see it, but then tugged gently, insistently.

“I’m not taking this off,” you frowned. “You could have rabies for all I know.”

A tiny, rattling growl, like the world’s tiniest chainsaw, rumbled out of him and he folded his ears back indignantly before pulling on the glove again. Then he let go, his ears pricked about as far forward as he could get them, and he stared expectantly at you.

“No way, friend,” you said, and stood to put the empty ham packet in the rubbish bin.

With your back to the kitchen window, a golden light flooded the room, and for a wild moment, you thought someone was driving straight at the house, headlights blazing. When you whipped around though, you froze. The light was coming from… from the fox.

“The fuck…?”

Your heartbeat started to race, and you weren’t sure if the ringing sound was coming from your own blood pounding in your ears or from something else in the room. The brightness reached such an intense crescendo that you had to look away, shielding your eyes with the crook of your arm until the chiming noise stopped and you lowered it cautiously back down, blinking.

There, standing in the centre of the room, was a man.

You took a step back, fear crashing in on your senses.

You looked around for something you could use as a weapon, but a warm, gentle voice said, “Wait, I won’t hurt you. I swear it.”

Again, you went still, and after taking a steadying breath, you turned to face him again, wide eyed and shaking. “What the hell?”

“Not hell,” he smiled, and you saw that he had warm, tan skin and dark, golden eyes. His hair was a russet colour, and it fell in soft waves around his ears to the nape of his neck. He was slender, not especially tall, and he was quite possibly the most beautiful human being you’d ever laid eyes on. Except… there was still a kind of glow around him, like an aura, and his clothes looked like they belonged at a Ren Faire or something, though the dark green, belted and embroidered tunic was finely tailored and his dark brown boots looked soft and well worn. Tiny points of light, like fireflies, twisted slowly through the air surrounding him before vanishing into a miniature, glittering starburst.

“You’re not human,” you said, despite how crazy it sounded.

“No,” the man replied with a smile. “No, I’m not. But you didn’t know that when you took in an injured fox and cared for him.”

“You’re the fox,” you blurted without thinking.

“I am. Sort of,” he smiled, and you saw that he had perfect, white teeth, with slightly more pointed canines than humans usually did. “I’m a fox spirit. There are all sorts of us, and we’re known by many names all over the world, but the most famous is probably the ‘kitsune’ thanks to modern media.”

“Oh,” you said, only half aware that your vision was darkening around the edges until it was too late. The blood roared again in your ears and your knees went out from under you. The last thing you saw was a flicker of a frown on the man’s — kitsune’s — face before he lunged towards you with hands outstretched, and the world went black.

You stirred and found yourself lying on the sofa in your sitting room, with your feet raised about a foot or so off the seat cushion, and a stranger in green standing over you, holding your legs up by the ankle. The kitsune. The fox spirit.

“Got to say, that’s the first time someone’s actually fainted because of me,” he said with a smile, lowering your legs back down and stepping back. “Are you alright?”

“I fainted?” you asked stupidly, pushing yourself upright and swinging your legs slowly off the sofa and onto the ground. You swayed a little, but didn’t pass out again.

The fox spirit nodded, his lovely hair shining with strands of bronze and copper in the low light of the room, gold eyes glowing as if back-lit. “Thank you for saving me,” he said in a quiet, earnest baritone.

“Did I, though?” you asked, staring openly at him. “I mean… you’re… magic, right? I saw the way your legs were just… Your back was broken…”

“If you’d hit me with your car, or simply left me there for the next driver to do the same, then I wouldn’t have survived. We’re tough, and our magic can heal most things, but not that.”

“Oh.” And then your cheeks went hot and you looked at the carpet, “I’m sorry I baby-talked you like you were an actual animal.”

He laughed; a beautiful, bright sound like dry autumn leaves in clear sunlight. His head tipped a little way back and he looked truly delighted. “You weren’t to know,” he said, still chuckling. “And you’re not the first.”

“Oh,” you said, like a broken record.

From where he stood nearby, the fox spirit smiled at you and then inhaled deeply. “I… should go,” he said, his golden eyes turning a little sad. “Let you return to your life…”

“Wait,” you called from the sofa as he turned away. “What’s your name?”

He cast you a look over his shoulder and the smile he gave you was wry and amused. “You may call me Rowe.”

There was a nuance there that you weren’t understanding, but you told him your name in return, and he inhaled suddenly as if you’d struck him.

“You would part with your name so carelessly?” he whispered, brows pulling together into a frown of utter confusion. “You…” and then his expression cleared and his shoulders dropped. “You have never had dealings with the fae, have you?”

“The… fae?” you stuttered. “Like… fairies?”

The smile that replaced the frown was patient and amused in equal parts, and he sighed and shook his head. “Well, here’s your first lesson. Never tell your true name to a fae.”

Again, all the sound that escaped you was a dull, “Oh.”

He exhaled and approached you, and you tried not to lean back, to lean away from him. This whole night had gone from bad to utterly bizarre in the blink of an eye and you felt a little sick from the whiplash.

To make matters all the more confusing, the strange man knelt before you, sweeping his long, otherworldly tunic out of the way as he sank down onto one knee like he was going to propose or something, and he bowed his auburn head. “You saved my life without thought of debt or repayment, and in recognition of the gift, I give one of my own. I bind your True Name to my heart and hold it there in silence. I may never speak your True Name aloud unless you give me leave so to do. This I swear upon my spirit and my magic and my own True Name.”

The air in the room prickled like static and you had to fight the urge to see if your hair was standing on end. Goosebumps flickered along your arms and legs, and you drew in a shallow breath. “Anything else I should know about?” you asked faintly.

He looked up at you and shrugged. “We’re allergic to iron,” he suggested. “And we’re overly fond of cream and sweet cakes…”

“Sweet cakes,” you repeated thoughtfully, eyes drifting towards the kitchen where you’d bought a strawberry sponge cake just the day before, and an idea half-formed in your head.

Rowe smiled and your heart slipped sideways in your chest for a moment. He was so beautiful it was almost hard to believe he was really there and really standing in front of you. Well, technically he was kneeling like a knight in a fairytale. Fairytale indeed, you thought.

“You don’t have to go,” you whispered.

You were afraid of sounding childish, that if you spoke too loudly, he would think you desperate and would laugh at you, but all he did was tilt his head to the side the way he had done as a fox, and he nodded once. “Alright,” he said.

“I mean, don’t feel like you have to stay either,” you babbled, making a rather pathetic, flapping gesture in front of you with your hands. “I just meant… you’re welcome to stay if you want to. I was going to cook some dinner and watch a movie… eat cake for dessert. I thought… I thought since you’ve had kind of a rough day, you might like to just… chill out with me for a while.”

“May I help you cook?”

“If you… If you’d like to?” you said, standing carefully and holding your hand out to him to encourage him up off the floor.

He slid his warm fingers into your palm, and got to his feet with the grace of a prince, and offered you another smile. “I’d like that very much.”

Rowe stayed with you for a week. You explained that you had to go to work or you’d get fired, and when you came back on the first day, you expected him to have gone, leaving you wondering if the whole thing hadn’t been a hallucination brought on by the combination of a stressful week of work and the awful weather. But no, Rowe was there that evening, curled up as a fox on the impromptu bed you’d made by the radiator while the rain hurled itself at the window pane above him.

“Rowe, you don’t have to sleep on that!” you gasped, dropping your bag by the door and making him startle awake, ears pricked, tail fluffed up in rather adorable alarm.

In a flash of gold light, he was human again, standing beside the bed and smiling at you. “I don’t mind,” he chuckled. “It’s comfortable, and when I’m a fox, I don’t think in quite the same way as I do when I’m in this form. That’s how I got hit by the car in the first place… Please, don’t fret.”

You scowled at him, but relented, and asked him about his day. It seemed he’d spent most of it in his fox form, either out and about in the woods near your house, or sleeping by the warmth of the radiator.

“Didn’t you get bored here?” you asked.

“I could have done the housework for you,” he smirked. “But I thought that might have been an intrusion on your privacy.”

You laughed. “Thanks?”

After three days of sharing your space with him — he sleeping contentedly as a fox on the pile of blankets and you upstairs in your bedroom — you cleared your throat that evening as you sat together on the sofa like old friends, and said, “You know… uh… I… I wouldn’t mind if you wanted to come upstairs with me… I don’t want you to feel like you have to sleep down here like you’re a…” you trailed off, flushing hot with awkward embarrassment.

One russet-brown eyebrow climbed a little higher than the other. “… a what?”

“Like you’re some kind of pet… you know…”

Rowe laughed and, as it always did, your heart skipped a beat. His cheeks dimpled and Adam’s apple danced in his exposed throat and you ached. It felt like a long time since someone had touched you; since you’d been held, let alone kissed. He had a beautiful mouth, like he’d been made just to tempt you.

Some of your thoughts must have shown on your face because the laughter died in his throat and he fixed you with a look that was all concern. He murmured the name you’d given him permission to use when it was just the two of you and asked, “What’s wrong? I’m not upset about the animal comment,” he said, reaching for your forearm and trying to reassure you, but you shook your head. “Then what?”

Tears came unbidden to your eyes and you turned away. His hand felt hot through the fabric of your hoodie, but his grip was feather light. It would take nothing at all to pull yourself free, but the thought of it seemed overwhelming. “It’s nothing,” you choked, pressing your lips together and hoping he’d let the matter drop.

He didn’t. His eyes flared bright gold and he scowled at you when you risked a glance at him. “The fae can always taste a lie,” he said with the slightest growl to his voice. “And I can tell you’re hurting. We were laughing, and then… you weren’t. What changed?”

“It’s —”

A short, animal growl echoed in his throat but he bit it back, shut his mouth with a click of teeth, and glared at you.

“Ugh, fine,” you huffed, standing up and pacing across the room. “It’s been a long time since it’s been this easy around someone, ok? And it’s not every day that a handsome, cute guy with a great sense of humour shows genuine interest in me. I just wished, for like half a second, that you might be interested in me, but I get it. You’re not even human. I was nice to you. You probably feel obliged to stay here. You… You should probably go soon anyway.”

His expression turned from concerned to carefully neutral, and he stood. “If that’s the way you feel,” he said, “Then I can leave. But you should know that I’ve had a wonderful time with you, and…” he swallowed and took a breath, “I think you’re beautiful, through and through.”

“Please,” you scoffed. “Don’t bother trying to spare my feelings.”

“We can taste a lie, but we cannot tell one,” he said evenly. “I could not tell you that your clothes are yellow when they are not, nor that the sky is green, nor that you are not beautiful.”

You turned slowly around to look at him, and found him glowing gold again, those points of light spiralling lazily in the air around him. The slight shape of fox ears seemed to be picked out in two, brighter lines above his copper hair and behind him you saw a golden tail swaying back and forth. His eyes blazed bright like burnished bronze, and he was staring directly at you as he spoke.

“Oh.”

“I would very much like to stay with you, and share your bed, and, if you would let me, I would bring you pleasure too.”

Your breath hitched and you licked your lips. He even spoke like he was out of a fairytale. “You mean it?”

“Yes.”

“Ok,” you smiled.

Together, you tidied up the sitting room, and he followed you upstairs, still glowing softly, as if he were utterly contented and couldn’t help it.

Rowe undressed with you in your bedroom, baring a body like polished bronze; all lean lines and languid muscle, and you almost couldn’t look away. He asked if he could shower with you, and gently washed you and touched you, cupping your breasts and trailing his hands down your sides with reverent care. He passed his thumbs over your hardened nipples and kneaded your breasts until you gasped and tipped your head back, eyes closed. He teased between your legs with his fingertips, and then when you turned the shower off, he kissed your forehead. In a rush of magic, both your bodies were completely dry and your skin glowed softly with a thousand, dewy, golden sparkles. You beamed up at him, and he kissed you.

When he drew back, he led you by the hand into the bedroom and you lay down on the bed, heart racing. He knelt between your parted knees and you stared openly at his beautiful body. He looked like a statue come to life, and his cock had been more than half-hard ever since the shower, even as he turned his attention wholly on you and skimmed his palms up your thighs. You parted your legs a little wider for him and he bowed forward to kiss along your inner thigh until you shivered and lay back on the pillow behind you with a gasp.

He kissed you and tasted you, moaning softly before letting his tongue sweep up over you. He took your sensitive clit between his lips and kissed you there as well, and then he slid his arms under your thighs, lay down on his front, and you lost yourself to the pleasure of his mouth.

You lost count of how many times he made you come that night, with his tongue and with his fingers, but he never asked for more than you were ready to give.

“Come on me,” you murmured. You had no idea how well your current contraception would withstand a magical fae, but you were pretty sure you were safe with that, and when you asked, he nodded.

His fingers were slick from where he’d made you come, again, and he closed his hand around his cock with a low groan that dissolved into a gasp as he brought himself to the brink. He glowed gold again and you saw those ears made of light and the tail gleaming vividly behind him just as he spilled over your stomach with a muted grunt and another beautiful moan.

The golden light suffused the room, and you watched his expression as he came — open and vulnerable and achingly beautiful — and wished more than anything that he would stay.

When you woke in the morning, you expected to wake alone, but the warm pressure of Rowe’s body pressed against your back and the weight of his arm across your waist drew a little inhale of surprise from you. Apparently that was enough to wake him, because he kissed the back of your head and mumbled a sleepy good morning into your hair.

He was hard too, you realised, and you deliberately rocked your hips back against him.

Rowe let out a grunt and his hand shifted to your hips, drawing himself closer to you with a languid, answering roll of his hips.

“I don’t know if the fae have weekends,” you said, “But today is Saturday. I don’t have to go in to work…”

“Good,” he said. “I’m not sure I could let you go anywhere today after last night.” He said it with a laugh that told you he would let you do anything you liked, and you rolled over to face him. The softness in his smile brought one of your own to your lips, and he slid his hand down over your breast and then down between your legs.

Your eyes fluttered closed as he slipped his fingers easily inside you, and you rolled onto your back as he started a rhythm that would end in the kind of pleasure you had only ever dreamed of before him.

He smiled and kissed your cheek without his fingers once faltering, and whispered in your ear, “I’ll stay with you as long as you want me.”

You gasped and bucked, and almost missed his promise.

“I’ll stay with you forever.”

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may i request for an angst to fluff fic where y/n's family arranges and forces her to marry into the house of targaryen just to rid of her in a way that it is beneficial to them. she's heard rumors about her soon to be husband, Aemond, and is scared of their family in general but all of that was just thrown out of the window when she finally meets them and sees how he is around his mother and sister thinking she'd rather be a part of this family than her own <3 (smut or no smut, it doesnt matter, as long as we are loved)

Under The Bridge

Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Summary: Your parents described your betrothed as a troll, a gremlin, a monster, the perfect candidate for their wretched, useless, stubborn, first born child. Finally, they said, their daughter would be good put to good use.

Word Count: 2k+

Warnings: fem!reader, mentions/depictions of domestic violence, big bro!aemond my love, angst, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: ok i think im going to get carried away writing this [update] yep i got carried away Tagging: @pinksirensong @deniixlovezelda

I thought it quite fitting for the day to be wretched. After all, it was the day I would be sent away to be married to a man I did not know to please my parents; my father, that pulled his hair out every time I bested my potential matches, and my mother, who slapped me in an attempt to correct my impetuous behavior.

Yes, finally I would find my use and help my family regain prestige and wealth.

Neither cared to escort me to the carriage out of our decaying estate. The storm had been too strong and the mud puddles too many.

I had my one bag gripped tightly in my arms and cared little for the skirts that were soaking up brown water beneath me. I shouted over the sound of thunder and rain when I ran over to the hooded man, "greetings, my lord, I-"

"I am the envoy of your prince here to pick you up, my lady," he calls under the darkness of his cloak. I could not see his face.

"I see," I say, not at all disappointed that it was not my betrothed that was picking me up, "what is your name?"

He does not respond and so I repeat my question, louder, "what is your name, ser?!"

"Charon," he calls.

I pull my head back, "are you here to take me into the underworld?"

He does not react, so I assume he does not understand my joke. He only pulls back and opens the carriage door for me.

I sigh and hastily get in, slumping down, pulling my heavy skirt, wet with rain and mud, closer to me. He shuts the door with a thud. A few moments later the carriage begins to move.

I busy myself with reading on the way. It was all that I packed, my books. My mother thought she managed to throw them away, but I switched the contents of my bag with my clothing with my books before she could. Anyway, I never cared for my ugly dresses. I figured since I was marrying a prince, he could get me at least one dress to change into. That was more than enough.

The ride was pleasant on my part; I could read in silence, with no interruption, no father to scream at me, no mother to chase me around, and yet as we passed a hump, I was shaken into reality, a reality that the driver, Charon, was manning the carriage outside in the rain.

This was why, when we rain cleared, I knocked on the closed window by the driver's seat and called out for him.

He does not respond.

I rap my knuckles harder, "Charon?"

I am slightly startled when the opening is slid open. He does not say anything. I huff and reach for the sandwich in my bag, sticking it out to the window, "it has gone cold but it should still taste nice. It will help to keep you warm, eating something."

I await as the man twists in his place.

He does not respond still, and so I push my arm out further, "if you would like another, I can give you the one I packed myself. I ate a lot before leaving," as a final act of deviance.

He takes a moment to think of my offer it seems. He finally takes it and I feel his callused hand on mine. I do not miss the bandages on his fingers and palm. I wonder how he got injured.

I vaguely hear him thank me. I mutter again for good measure, "just knock if you want the other."

I start when the knock comes, dropping the book I was finishing onto my lap. I shift in my place and move to reopen the closed area, grabbing my sandwich as I did. I however turn to my side when I the carriage door opens.

I am suddenly faced with a dark haired knight. He bows to me, offering a hand out as he greets me in regard. He proceeds to introduce himself, "Ser Criston Cole, at your service."

"An honor," I nod, straightening myself up, "ser Cole."

He surveys the carriage then turns back to me, "allow me to help you down, my lady."

I place my things back in my bag and take his hand, hopping down next to him, causing mud to splatter on his uniform. We both still when it happens. The shrill chastising of my parents replay in my mind.

"I-"

"An honest mistake, your majesty."

My lips part, "I am not you ma-"

"You are to be wed to my prince in a fortnight," he says, reaching out to my bag as he continues, "you will be soon enough." Criston adds. Once he has my things, he shuts the door, then looks at me, "allow me to escort you to your room."

I nod, sneaking a look past him, looking for the man that brought me here, "where did Charon go?"

"Charon?"

"The driver," I turn back to him, "I meant to give him my sandwich," I say, reaching for the said thing in my bag.

Criston turns from my sandwich to me, brows furrowing, "the... driver has gone to finish his other duties."

I nod, unwrapping the food, "do you want it?"

His lips form a small smile, "a generous offer, but I have already eaten."

I purse my lips, rewrapping the thing, placing it back in my bag. Criston offers his arm out to me. I link arms with him and pull my shoes out of the mud along with my crusty skirt that was getting dirty all over again.

When we reach the entrance, Criston pulls away from me, insisting I walk in first.

Once we are inside, he walks a foot away from me, silently leading me off to my room. I sniffle as I take in the ambiance of the place.

Criston turns to me and I turn to him as he says, "I will have a bath prepared for you."

"Thank you," I smile, "could you have them lend me a dress as well?"

He furrows his brows and I do not wait for him to ask, "I only packed my books, you see."

He turns to my bag as he says this, "ah," he turns back to me, "I thought your clothes were merely stiff."

I snort, breaking into a laugh.

I notice how Criston's shoulders relax and how his nostrils flare slightly.

We take a left to a well-lit corridor. Criston opens the door for me once we reach the room. He places my things on a table as I make my way towards a vanity, seeing just how disheveled and wet I was.

"The servants will come to attend to you soon."

"Than-"

"Thank you, ser Criston," a commanding voice calls, startling me in the process. A red haired woman walks towards me, nodding to the knight in regard. Criston returns the sentiment before offering me the same thing and walking off.

"Apologies for startling you," the woman says, hands clasped in front of her.

I bow, eyes downturned.

You are not too look any of them in the eye if you wish to live, do you understand?

"Not at all, queen mother," I speak as I hear my pulse quicken in my ribcage.

The woman walks over to me, the Hightower colors are bright in her dress. I gulp, knowing what would come next. I hold myself back from stepping away.

"Let me look at you," she announced, reaching out for me.

I suck in a breath and catch her gaze when he takes my cold face in her warm hands. Her brown eyes are wide as she takes me in, the curve on her cheeks and jaw resemble none of the vicious remarks my father told me about her. Her pursed lips barely move when she speaks, "my, your mother was just in her musings of your beauty."

I clench my jaw.

"Surely then, I expect you to be as astute as she makes you out to be," she utters, pulling her hands away, "prince Aemond is truly a fair match for you."

I nibble on my lower lip, recalling the disgusting words my father had to offer about the said prince, "I am honored by your regard, Queen Alicent."

"Yes," she sighs, "well, you must hurry and get cleaned up." .

The moment she speaks this, it is as though the servants were summoned, and not that it was a happy coincidence.

I turn my eyes back to the floor as I bow again.

"My son said that he would wait for you in the gardens."

I nod, "I will head there the moment I am ready, your grace."

"Very good," she speaks one last time before heading off. Once she is gone and it is only me and the servants, I release the breath I held out of instinct.

The point between my bath and my going to the gardens was blurred by the vivid recount of my dreadful parent's words against the family I was marrying into.

Just close your eyes if his face is too much to bare. Turn your face away when you are coupling. The smart head you like claim to have will do you no good there. Just be silent and obedient and you will keep your head.

I snap into reality when I hear the sound of laughter once I reach the open space. I see two heads of light blonde hair just past a few shrubs. That must be the witch-sister my father was talking about.

I could not hear what they were conversing over, but it was clear that they were having a moment. It would be most improper to barge in on them.

And yet as I stood in my place, I thought of what would be the consequence if I did not show myself.

I gulp in air and walk over to them, "your majesties."

I hold my breath when they turn to me. I don't know what I was expecting, but I was not expecting a smiling, eye-patched prince and a beaming princess with a flower in her hair.

The next happening came to be all too quickly.

"Would you like to see my spider?" the woman calls, dashing over to me with a large black spider in her hand.

I recoil at her words, and before I could turn her down, she places the long legged thing onto my shoulder, making my eyes grow wide and my body to freeze into a brick. It took everything in me not to smack the insect away. What would happen if I kill the princess's spider?

I clench my jaw and my fists tightly, gulping the lump in my throat.

Perhaps it could kill me first.

"Helaena!" the man calls, dashing forward, grabbing the insect on my body, handing it back to her sister. I shiver and step back once I am free of the creepy-crawly.

Helaena looks up at her brother and knits her brows. He begins to tell her something in a foreign tongue and whatever it is makes the woman's face dampen. She turns to me, bowing with a pout, "apologies, my lady."

I shudder then suck in a sharp breath, "I..." I feel my chest tighten when she removes the flower in her hair. She was like me, rebuked for something she liked.

I force a confidence voice after gulping heavily, "I am honored to meet your spider," my breath hitches, "but I do not like spiders."

"What a shame," she says rather dejectedly.

"Perhaps it be best if you go back to your chambers," her brother mutters as the spider begins to crawl up her arm.

I step back at the sight of it.

She nods, "perhaps."

I move farther when she passes me, mostly because her shoulder near me was where the spider was perched on.

I watch as she leaves. I sigh at the sight of her fluttering hair.

When I turn to the prince, I reel back when I find him stood so close to me. Upon seeing my reaction, he does me the courtesy of stepping back as well.

I heave from my mouth then bow, "prince Aemond."

He watches me as I rise then offers me a quick nod. He sighs, placing his hands behind him, "I am thankful you did not squash her spider."

I cringe at the thought, "I'd have squashed it on my skin," I shake my head rapidly, "that would be no good."

For a moment, he only looks at me. I only manage a few seconds before needing to turn away from his gaze. I only turn back when he raises his hand out, "care to walk with me?"

I reach for his hand, and it is only then that I realized that he had bandages on. I turn to our joined palms then back to his face.

He catches how I observe him and this grip on me tightens as he visibly stiffens, "a riding injury."

I debate his words, wondering how he would get injured like that.

He proceeds to answer me as if he heard my thought, "my dragon, Vhagar, was flying fiercely upward. It was hard to keep hold. I had blisters for days."

I pull back when he releases my hand. I turn to his arm when he offers it to me instead. I place my palm on his bicep as we continue to walk off.

The next moment, I suddenly realize why the bandages on his hands were striking to me.

"You," I turn to him, "are Charon."

He keeps his gaze upfront.

I cannot help but smile in amusement over his obvious reaction to my words-- not reacting. I allow my lips to release a chuckle, "you were gauging me."

"..."

"Worry not," I look out to some flowers by the side, "I too am scared to get married."

I feel him turn to me, but I do not feel like returning his look.

"Is it marriage," he calls, "or me that you are scared of?"

I take a moment before turning back to him; his one eye is expectant and I swear I see his covered one twitch. "Both," I utter simply, "but at least now that I know that we're both scared, I have found a semblance of solace."

We continue walking in silence after my admission.

I await for him to burn my words, to wholeheartedly disagree with my verdict, much like all the other men that I was jostled into, lest they find themselves caught agreeing with a stupid woman. I am surprised that he does nothing and merely continues walking with me in silence.

He catches my shocked reaction, it seems, and raises his nose, "I was concerned."

I softly snort in humour, "as one would be."

His lips curve slightly into a smile but he does a good job of making it unobvious, "I was concerned you would be haughty, vain, irritating."

"And you decided I was not in the silence of our travels?"

He ignores this, "I am aware your parents are eager for the alliance because your coin has run low."

"That," I tilt my head, "amongst other things."

Aemond narrows his eye, "like what?"

"Well for one, they are overjoyed to rid of me," I pull a smile before breaking into a smile.

I catch the expression that twists onto his face. He does not believe me. He furrows his brows in challenge, "you mother speaks nothing but exaggerated ideations of you."

I shake my head as I chuckle, "and I am glad that it has landed me a husband who cares for his sister."

He stops upon hearing this. I turn to him when he does. He pulls away from me to place his hand behind his back again. I watch him as he looks off and sucks in a deep breath.

"I will not ask much of you," he mutters, slowly turning back to me, "I wish to only fulfil my duties; I require of you to do the same is all."

Aemond's face is sincere, or at the very least he looks and sounds as though he is in that moment. I nod at his words, placing my own hands behind my back, "indeed I am glad my mother could at least do this one thing for me."

He raises his chin, hands falling to his sides. He shifts on his leg as a breeze blows past his blonde hair. He nods, "come, there is more to see in the gardens."

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wangxianficfinder · 5 months

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1. I have been looking for this fic for WEEKS!! , I read this fic many months ago, so I don't really remember it well. In this Wei Wuxian is kinda like possessed or something, it's like after his 3 months in burial mounds he comes out very changed he has become very emotionless and has become mute as in he neve ever speaks at all, he always obeys his Sect Leader (Jiang Cheng) and has over all just become a machine who listens to what his master say. Jiang Change,Jiang Yanli and Lan Wangji are very concerned and disturbed about his behaviour. There are chapters where Jiang Yanli and Jiang Cheng try to cheer him up or make him speak something but it never works.And as u can imagine lan Wangji is heartbroken as well

Then i don't remember how exactly but in the end they show Jiang Yanli,Jiang Cheng,Lan Wangji,Nie Huasiang, and an unconscious Wei Wuxian in the burial mounds and it shows that the burial mound spirits had bargained with wei wuxian when he was thrown in and in order to escape from the burial mounds and to protect his family Wei Wuxian had sacrificed his heart to it. But in the end he regains it and he goes back to being normal. And it's an Overall happy ending.

I have been searching through all the tags of ao3 that could possibly be linked to that fic but I just can't find it

Please help me find this soon

FOUND? between the shadow and the soul by Reverie (cl410) (M, 22k, wangxian, JYL/WQ, JC/NHS, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Family, Dark WWX, Feral WWX, Memory Loss, Magic, Magical Realism, Protective LWJ, Protective JC, Protective JYL, Grief, BAMF WWX, POV Alternating, Happy Ending)

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2. Hey! I’m looking for a certain fic. It’s a rogue cultivator wei ying. All I remember is that during a cultivator event, he takes jiang yanli on a sword ride. He leaves a note, but everyone gets worried she is missing. I think there were corpses attacking. Madam Jin accuses him of starting shit, but jiang yanli defends him. Hope someone’s know it, thanks!

FOUND? SanRen by Kyogre (T, 87k, wangxian, Canon Divergence, Different First Meeting, Romantic Fluff, Action & Romance, Eventual Happy Ending) chapter 14

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3. hi i was wondering if you know the fic where lwj visits burial mounds but then a-yuan started crying so he said that he’ll stay once he calms down but ofc by the end both him and wwx have confessed their feelings for each other. please help me i have been trying to find it for the past hour. thank you very much!!! <333

FOUND? A Crying Shame by thunderwear (G, 16k, wangxian, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, A-yuan to the rescue, Getting Together, Mutual Pining, Sharing a Bed, Domestic Fluff, Love Confessions, First Kissa, LWJ joins WWX at burial mounds, LWJ is soft pass it on, literally all fluff, Marriage Proposal, Oblivious WWX)

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4. Hello. I’m looking for a long fic. It’s wangxian HAPPY ending and after jin zixuan “dies”. The truth is, He’s not dead. Everyone belive he is, but the jin clan got him and put him on the underground. Some time ago, wen qing, who everyone think is dead too, ends up there with him. They stay years on that prison and, besides some jin and meng yao, no one knows. After some time they get out, I don’t remember how, and the fic continues from there. I looked at all my bookmarks and havent found it.

FOUND? You still sound like a song by Moominmammashandbag (M, 64k, wangxian, WIP, Ghost!WWX, Mystery, LWJ plays inquiry, AU from after the Wens came to Lotus Pier, Most people lived, not everybody died, Angst with a Happy Ending, river spirit!WWX, Angst and Feels, description of murder, imminent smut, Execution, bad dog names, Poisons, Discussion of Attempted Murder, BAMF WWX, Family Feels)

FOUND? 🧡 like speaking to my heart by SnowshadowAO3 (T, 613k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Daemons, Slow Burn, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Canonical Character Death, Some people live!, additional warnings in specific chapters, if you don't know what daemons are that's ok because I explain it in the author's note, also by slow burn I VERY much mean slow burn) That part happens near the end iirc / it might be this one? Chapter 37 is the bit the anon mentions

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5. Hi! (This part added to itmf) cuz I lost the one I’ve read where wwx has a sister who’s paired with xichen and I remember her having a kid with xichen but she died(?) and xichen had to raise their son alone and when she came back she lost her memories. Thank youu!! @gideonmorningstar

FOUND? your smile tells me im safe by TheDoctorDionysus (E, 143k, LXC/Female Reader, WangXian, XuanLi, Reader-Insert, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Eventual Romance, Eventual Happy Ending, Eventual Smut, Slow Burn, Canon-Typical Violence, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Blood and Injury, Crossdressing, Pining, Angst with a Happy Ending, Suicide Attempt, Explicit Sexual Content, Semi-Public Sex, Blow Jobs, Inappropriate Use of Gūsū Lán Forehead Ribbon, Hair-pulling, Pregnancy, Pregnant Sex, Marriage Proposal, Married Couple, Canon Divergence, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Drunk LWJ, its brief but drunkji is there, Amnesia, Major Character Undeath, Canonical Character Death - WWX)

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6. hi im looking for an omegaji fic that was really beautifully paced and written, published sometime last year i think. it had an inn, really creepy atmosphere and background xiyao. i can’t remember anything else about it and i want to reread it so bad

FOUND? penumbra by globose (E, 21k, WangXian, A/B/O Dynamics, Bottom LWJ/Top WWX, Mpreg, YLLZ WWX, Demon/Human Relationships, Supernatural Elements, Omega LWJ)

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7. Hiii!! I am looking for a fic I read a long time ago, so I don't remember most of the details. Sorry about that. What I remember about it clearly is that WWX was never found by Jiang Fengmian or any cultivator. Many years later he becomes a minister/official of some kind for the emperor, who is not related to the cultivation world. Now comes the fuzzy part, so it may or may not be helpful for finding that fic. The emperor knows when the war breaks out and sends WWX to help settle the war, and WWX once again becomes a leading cause for the demise of Wen Sect. And obviously WWX and LWJ fall in love during that time.

Once again thanks for all the hard work you do to keep this fandom well fed. @songtaegguk

FOUND? Copying Scriptures by chiyukimei (E, 31k, wangxian, graphic depictions of violence, Genius WWX, Palace, canon wangxian dynamics, Angst with a Happy Ending, LWJ Bites, LWJ is the baby of the Lan Clan, Good Uncle LQR, WangXian are parents, Fluff, Blood and Injury, Self-Harm)

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8. Hi again! I'm looking for a modern AU where LZ gains friends after wy's death/disappearance.

So wy has a lot of friends, like jc jyl wq wn nhs jzx lqy etc, and by being in a relation w wy, lz also has access to them.

But once wy is gone lz thinks the link between wy's friends and lz is non-existant and starts to spiral from the loss of wy, alone.

But the friends don't let lz go, barge into lz apartment and makes a space for themselves and help lz grieve n move on from the loss of his partner.

Slowly through the years lz feels he also has friends.

Eventually wy does come back and wangxian rekindles their flame. @imstillthinkingaboutithmm

NOT FOUND! Sounds like it could be The transitive property as it applies to love by deliciousblizzardshark, part 2 of the series (T, 10k, wangxian, LXC & LWJ, LWJ & WQ, LWJ & WN, Modern, Grief/Mourning, Mention of substance abuse, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Autistic LWJ) also as a side note, parts 1 & 2 are open, but part 3 is locked to AO3 users

FOUND? Love Don't Belong To Me by airinshaw (E, 21k, WangXian, Modern AU, Getting Together, Kissing, Intercrural Sex, Light Angst, Happy Ending, PTSD, Panic Attack, WWX's canonical self-esteem issues, Canonical Child Abuse, not as dark as the tags imply, Past Relationships mention) its not the WWWWXD series, but the focus isn't on LWJ as much as it is on WWX

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9. Hi! I’ve been searching for a fic I read a while back. It was a modern omegaverse AU (also maybe soulmates) with younger omega LWJ and older alpha WWX. They were in university (LWJ in his 1st year and WWX in his last I think). The uni had a research facility studying a/b/o dynamics, or it might have been soulmates? Anyway, Madam Yu was a professor, and she was actually good and liked WWX and was on his side. Lan Qiren was a professor as well, and I think Wen Qing worked at the clinic as a grad student. I remember one scene where Wangxian were in the clinic and they were fooling around and it was their first time, and the staff had to shoo all the doctors and researchers away (I think there was a 2 way mirror). I don’t remember much else but would really appreciate the help—I can’t find it anywhere and it’s driving me to distraction!

FOUND?🔒 I is for Instinct by beeswaxing (E, 71k, WangXian, A/B/O Dynamics, Alpha WWX, Omega LWJ, Scenting, Possessive Behavior, Getting Together, First Time, First Kiss, Public Display of Affection, Public Claiming, Omega Verse, Good Parent LQR, Alpha YZY, Good Parent YZY, Family Feels, Fluff, Romance, Aftermath of Violence, Slice of Life, Modern AU, College/University, BAMF WWX, Soft WangXian, Barebacking, Knotting, Semi-Public Sex, Shameless, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Mpreg)

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10. hi !! just wanted to let you know that this fic could possibly be deleted, but i hope it isn’t. i vaguely remember this is abo — wwx is an omega and lz is an alpha, wwx is kicked out of gusu for reasons (i think lz had something to do with it), madam yu then trains wwx to be this spy/assassin who is to protect jiang cheng and yanli, during xuanwu wwx pretends to be someone else but lz and nhs find out, wwx fakes his death during/after xuanwu, last chapter is letters from nhs (to madam yu?)

FOUND?🔒Pendulum by ShippersList (M, 69k, WangXian, XiYao, Canon Divergence, A/B/O Dynamics, Non-Traditional A/B/O Dynamics, Alpha LWJ, Omega WWX, Misunderstandings, Canon-Typical Violence, Spies & Secret Agents, Fake Character Death, Slow Burn, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, BAMF WWX, Attempted Sexual Assault, Canonical Character Death, Mutual Pining, Good MY, Introspection, Self-Sacrificing WWX, Love Confessions, Protective LWJ, past child sexual abuse)

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11. hello ! I recently lost track of a wangxian proposal au, like the movie lol. pretty sure it had something like “the proposal au no one asked for” in the summary. Ik that’s not a lot to go on, but I was hoping you could help. tysm!

FOUND? The Grandmaster of Foolproof Proposals by chronicallylethargic (G, 16k, WIP, WangXian, Modern AU, The Proposal Fusion, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Mutual Pining, The Proposal AU, Fluff and Humor, Fluff and Angst, Fake Marriage, deportation, Green Card Marriage, Miscommunication, Horseback Riding, wwx isnt adopted by the jiangs in this fic)

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12. fic finder request! having no luck looking through my history for a fic, where i only rmb the ending. wangxian are with dafanwen. after giving lwj two flowers (or sth similar) from himself and ayuan, wwx reveals that he is expecting their second child by presenting lwj with a third flower. i can't rmb if ayuan is wangxian's biological child in this fic.

thank you so much for what you do and happy new year!

FOUND!🔒Blooming in white by luckymoonly (T, 38k, WangXian, XuanLi, MianQing, NieLan, ChengSang, Canon Divergence, Mpreg, Getting Together, Fluff and Angst, Happy Ending starts from chapter 71, hidden pregnancy, Mutual Pining, Drama, Misunderstandings, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Miscommunication, WWX and NHS are BFF, matchmaker!NHS, Fix-It)

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13. Hi! I’m trying to find a fic and I can’t remember the name. From what I do remember, it focuses on Lan Sizhui as WWX’s son while he was dead, with Jiang Ching repeatedly inviting him over to get to know his Jiang heritage. I don’t think he knows his other parent is WWX? LWJ doesn’t really want him to go but he eventually goes anyway and learns about his dad’s sect. @finmoryo

FOUND? Would You Come Home? by s6115 (Not rated, 46k, WangXian, Junior Quartet Centric, Time Travel Fix-It, Canon Divergence, Junior Quartet Dynamics) this story doesn't feature a lot of actual wwx (tho he very much plays a part) but technically it fits the prompt and it's a great fic

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14. Hey, Can you help me find a fic? In the fic wwx owns an apothecary. Lwj and wwx meet bcz lwj is injured. Wwx is adopted by either the apothecary owner or a doctor who owns an apothecary. Hope you are able to find it for me. @mayavsworld

FOUND? A Heart Made of Jade by makkurokuro93 (E, 66k, WangXian, Historical, Ancient China, Politics, Drama & Romance, Love Triangles, One-Sided LXC/WWX, Slow Burn, Sexual Content, Angst with a Happy Ending, Top WWX/Bottom LWJ, Top LWJ/Bottom WWX, of course they switch ssh, Fluff, Eventual Relationships)

FOUND? what builds a home by Stratisphyre (T, 45k, WangXian, MY & WWX, Canon Divergence, Adopted WWX, POV Multiple, warning for JGS behaving exactly as expected, child endangerment, Brother Feels, Minor Character Death) probably isn't "what builds a home" by Stratisphyre but I wanted to mention it in case -- wwx & meng yao are brothers in this fic, meng yao runs an apothecary, and wwx meets lwj (and saves him) b/c lwj is injured

is it a historical/no cultivator clans AU where the Twin Jades are a pair of outlaws a la Robin Hood?

FOUND? Eyes by SplitGirl28 (M, 60k, WIP, WangXian, Adopted by Doctor, WWX Isn't Adopted by the Jiāngs, Cultivator Apothecary WWX, No Golden Core Transfer, Meet Different, WWX has a secret, Secret BAMF WWX, Pining LWJ, Oblivious WWX, WangXian Get a Happy Ending)

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15. I'm looking for a Xicheng fic that I once read and I cannot find It was a 'smut' fic. Modern day. LXC was the son of the owner of a restaurant in which JC and NHS worked. it's LXC's birthday and he comes to the restaurant to celebrate and he had a 'special service' dinner planned out, but the waitress is not available or something , so NHS asks JC to do it instead and LXC and JC have ***. Turns out this was set up by LXC and NHS coz LXC had a crush on JC! If anyone has an idea please help out !

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16. looking for a fic where wwx makes a bet at the cr that he’ll kiss lxc before the summer is up but he actually ends up w lwj obviously

FOUND? Bet Your Heart by Vamillepudding (G, 14k, wangxian, LXC & WWX, Canon Divergence, Romantic Comedy, Mutual Pining, Hurt/Comfort, Getting Together)

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17. Hello, I’ve been desperately looking for a particular fic but all I really remember is one scene, where after wangxian reunion and justice being served and all (at least I think that bit has already happened by that point of the fic), it turns out that Wen Qing survived after all but had been kept prisoner. I just remember this scene of her in her cell considering her imminent death because her meals have stopped for a some time already (since JGY is no longer around to provide them or something along those lines, but she doesn’t know that) and then she hears a familiar voice outside and she calls desperately despite barely having a voice and despairs for a moment thinking no one noticed but then WWX, who very much did hear her and was wandering around Koi Tower with Lan Zhan for some reason I can’t remember, brings down the entire prison around her and rescues her. I’m fairly certain there must have been a happy ending, because that’s all I ever read. I know it’s not a lot to go on but it’s been driving me insane trying to find it. Thanks for all your wonderful work!

FOUND? Reunion by LtLJ, last part of the series (G, 3k, WWX & WQ, wangxian, WQ & WN, Hurt/Comfort, BAMF WWX, WQ Lives, Canon-Typical Violence, Canon-Typical Behavior, Angst with a Happy Ending, YLLZ WWX, BFFs)

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18. Hello I'm translating on Google Translate, so sorry for any mistakes. I'm looking for a fanfic at the time of the siege at the tombs, instead of Jiāng Yànlí, he stood in front of Weiying to protect him and Lan Zhan, who was injured and Weiying thought he killed him, until he handed himself over to the Lan clan.

FOUND? If I Could Go Back in Time by Runningbarefoot (M, 122k, wangxian, JC & JYL & WWX, LXC/NMJ, LXC & LWJ, LXC & WWX, Canon Divergence, Role Reversal, Not Everyone Dies AU, This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things, Pining, Angst with a Happy Ending, Grief/Mourning, Loss, YLLZ WWX, Eventual Happy Ending, The Twin Jade Brotherhood, Hurt/Comfort, Healing, Canon-Typical Violence, Character Study, Twin Prides of Yúnmèng Dynamics, Slow Burn)

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19. Hi, I'm looking for a wangxian angst fic I read a while ago? It was a modern au, and I can't remember if they were married or not but it was definitely an established relationship and it was about lan wangji being upset because he thought wei wuxian had moved his mother's urn and wei wuxian ended up apologizing after lan wangji got mad even though he hadn't done anything. The fic had a really nice make up afterward and i want to read it again so bad waaah

FOUND! under my skin by wqngji (M, 3k, WangXian, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Misunderstandings, Established Relationship, Fights, Crying, Married Couple, Insecure WWX, Self-Worth Issues, Hurt WWX, Sex in a Car, Car Sex, Day At The Beach)

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20. Hi I am looking for a fic in which wei ying wakes up in the burial mounds, which have turned green.

He basically growns flowers and seems to be some kind of deity @pigtruffles

FOUND? the trees welcome with open branches by defractum (nyargles) (nyargles) (T, 13k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Supernatural Elements, Getting Together, Fix-It of Sorts)Wwx turns himself into a forest on the burial mounds. Lwj visits, and they Communicate

Is this a time travel fic? Where he wakes up and sees the wens alive and the burial mounds flourishing with life? And he's so confused because he doesn't know how it happened? But it was because he wished for the wens to have a better life before he died or something? I can't remember the name of that fic but maybe some one else can?

FOUND? 🔒 Of Destruction and Rebirth by demoniqt (M, 88k, wangxian, JYL/JZX, major character death, underage, rape/non-con, graphic depictions of violence, Slow Burn, Canonical Character Death, God WWX, God Verse, BAMF WWX, Grieving LWJ, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Canon Divergence, Gods & Goddesses, JC & WWX Reconciliation, Rabbits, Fix-It, Attempted Sexual Assault, Attempted Rape/Non-Con, Canon-Typical Violence, Blood and Gore, Castration, Lots of it, repeatedly, Punishment, Hell) He didnt wake up in burial mound but he is a god and make burial mound green

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#wangxian #mdzs #wangxian fic recs #i'm in the mood for a fic #the untamed #wangxian fic search #wangxianficfinder #long post

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animeniacss · 6 months

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Parents!Jeonghan x Reader - The Ornament Fiasco (One-shot)

Synopsis: This is what you and your husband get for daring to take a family picture before your daughter was born. (Inspired by a tiktok I saw)

Genre: One-shot, nonidol!au, parental!au, Domestic, Christmas time, Fluff,

Length: approx. 850 words

The Ornament Fiasco

“Daddy.”

“Yes?” Jeonghan looked down as his daughter padded up to him. He could see something gripped tightly in her hands. She looked up at him. Immediately, she stuck her hands up in his direction.

Jeonghan knelt to better understand what his daughter was holding so tightly. She offered him a little Christmas ornament, one she had gotten from the recently retrieved box.

“Aaah.” He gently took the ornament from her, turning it to her view as he held her close. “We got this when Jeonghui was born.” He pointed to each of the little snowmen inside the snowglobe ornament. “See? Mommy, Daddy, Jeonghui.” He pointed to the little photos of each of you placed in each respective snowman. “Uncle Seungcheol gave it to us when Jeonghui was born.”

Jeonghan expects many things, being the father of a three and eight-year-old. However, he did not expect said three-year-old to look absolutely distraught. “What’s with that face, Haeun?” He asked amusement in his voice.

“Where’s Haeun?” She asked softly. Okay, guess we’re doing this.

Jeonghan smiled a bit. “We got this one before Haeun was born.” Haeun did not seem convinced. How could she not be in a family ornament? Jeonghan went to put the ornament on the tree, but Haeun quickly grabbed it back.

“Haeun…..” When the girl’s eyes began to water, Jeonghan knew the one day he agreed to set aside to decorate for Christmas with his family might now turn into two. “Where’s Haeun, Daddy?”

Jeonghan chuckled. “Haeun. We got this one before you were born. We didn’t know you were going to be born, yet.”

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his older son, Jeonghui, making his way to the wall. His hands were filled with stockings and little knick-knacks from another box. You were close behind, holding the tools needed to hang them onto the fireplace.

Haeun’s little whimpers alerted your attention. Whimpers turned to sniffles. Before they could turn to cries, Jeonghan motioned to the ornament box. “Where’s the other one?” He mumbled to himself. Haeun held the ornament tightly as she watched her father rummaging through the box. “Here. Look, Haeun.” He pulled his daughter close to him. He held up an ornament with the four of them, once again customized with name and year. It was taken at Lotte World the previous year. “Here. Mommy, Daddy, Jeonghui, Haeun.”

That didn’t help. Haeun continued to sob and sniffle as she gripped the snowman ornament. “But Haeun isn’t on it.” She held up the snowman. Jeonghan chuckled as he pressed a kiss to the sobbing toddler's temple.

“Awww Haeun. I know. It’s ok. We have this one.” Once again, attempts to offer her the ornament with her name proved useless. She was so focused on this one in particular. Jeonghan glanced up at you for support but only received a side glance and a smile.

“Wait until she sees our wedding pictures.” You mumbled. Jeonghan snorted a bit. He motioned Haeun to the tree, helping her put the family photo ornament on. When he scooped her into his arms, he guided her hand to an available branch, slipping the loop through the leaves. “There. Okay.”

Haeun still whimpered as she held the ornament without her name. She pressed on the plastic. Maybe if she opened it they could put her inside. “Haeun, how could we have known you would be born yet?” Jeonghan asked, continuing to hold her in your hands. “We couldn’t guess you’d be a little girl until you were born.”

“But I wanna…” Haeun continued to sob in distress. You looked down at Jeonghui, who held back a little snicker as he hid behind your leg, watching the scene unfold. He, like Jeonghan, was a bit of a mischievous soul behind a gentle face.

“I know you do. I’m sorry.” Jeonghan smiled. “We can get another one for you.”

You watched as Jeonghui hurried over to the ornament box, rummaging through it for a moment. You watched him, stockings laid across your arm as you waited for your helper. Finally, he pulled one ornament out.

“Haeun.” He called. Jeonghan watched his son hand an ornament up to his crying sister. “This one only has you! Look!” Jeonghan took the ornament, showing his daughter. It was taken during her first Christmas by your friend, Hao, along with many others that were displayed around the house, some with Jeonghui inside.

“See? Look. That’s baby Haeun.” Jeonghan said. Haeun reached for the little picture, laminated, and punched through with ribbon. She stared at it for a second, her sniffled and sobs finally subsiding.

Jeonghui, like his father, doted on the youngest member of your family.

Jeonghan pressed a kiss to Haeun’s head, ruffling Jeonghui’s hair in the process. However, Haeun immediately began sobbing again.

“Jeonhui-Oppa. Where’s Big Brother Jeonghuiiiiiii?” She continued to sob.

You snorted. When you saw Jeonghan staring you down for support, you simply motioned to the stockings still draped on your arm.

“You can do it, Dad.” You grinned playfully. Jeonghan sighed, diving into another long attempt to calm down your sobbing daughter.

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Ribbons & Ties (AO3 Link)

GEN, M/M

Terzo x Omega, Terzo & Family, Cardinal Marian is in there for like ten minutes

Tags: Domestic Fluff, Commitment, Rom Com Energy, There's a Wedding, Secondo is Papa Emeritus, Gift Giving, I can't have Fluff without some Angst sorry

For reasons beyond Terzo's understanding, he wants to give Omega a present for the ghoul's "birthday". It proves to be a lot more complicated than Terzo realizes.

Art by @kabukiaku used with permission

Chapter 1 Below the Cut! (We like Reblogs, Comments and Kudos omnomnom)

2006

I was an impossible case. No-one ever could reach me... But I think I can see in your face there's a lot you can teach me...So I wanna know what's the name of the game?

Papa Elect Terzo tried to look busy. He attempted a regal sigh, a pace. Killed time with what he hoped was a thoughtful, intelligent stare out his office window. He did everything possible to bide time while he collected his thoughts in a way that would hide his true intentions.

This was all about Omega.

He had called Cardinal Marian, Sister Imperator’s Personal Assistant not due to any sort of friendship or confidence. His brother Papa Emeritus Secondo barely considered him as human these days and with his wedding a week away he had bigger things to fuss about.

Terzo’s other two ghouls Earth and Alpha could not be trusted to answer honestly. And Brother Copia was, well…Copia.

So then that left Marian.

She was obligated by her job description to interact with him as he needed. For business purposes, of course.

And buying the right birthday present for Omega Ghoul was definitely a high stakes business venture as far as Papa Elect Terzo was concerned.

“Thank you for your time,” Terzo said, pressing his hands together and slightly bowing.

“Hey, anything to give me a break from planning my ex-partners’ wedding,” she replied with an indifferent shrug, although her eyes looked bleary. “How yinz doing on musical entertainment for that, by the way?”

“I have a few choir selections, and I have been working with Papa’s ghouls and my own on some light entertainment during the dinner. Copia has been fussing with finding the right wedding march on the organ for about six weeks now.” And Terzo had been locking his office doors to keep Copia from talking his ear off about it for about six weeks as well. “So…all coming together.”

“Great. Want to be perfect. For them.” She didn't sound too enthused. "But don't worry, I'm completely fine about it." Marian froze, then patted her sides. “Mind if I smoke?”

“Please don't, it gets into the curtains,” said Terzo.

Marian slumped in her chair slightly. “Ok, now you have to tell me the real reason I’m here.”

Terzo closed his eyes and collected himself. “I need some help picking out a gift. For a friend. I'm having trouble,” he said.

“Don’t you give people shit all the time? Flowers, erotic notes, pornographic photography, whatever…” Marian raised an eyebrow. “People talk. In the Dining Hall. A lot.”

Terzo winced and then gave her a defeated shrug. “This is em…different.”

At that Marian’s face immediately switched into a wicked grin. She leaned forward on his desk, hand on her chin with such force her biretta hat went crooked. “Why? Why is it different, huh?”

“Because…” And then Terzo threw her a haughty scowl. “I don’t need to tell you. You work for me, sorella. This is a business meeting. A consulation.”

“Fine, suit yourself.” She glanced at the clock. “But If I’m your employee you’ve got like ten minutes to spit it out before I leave for the day. So…what is it?”

“Omega…is an important friend to me. I want a gift that is…worthy of him.” Terzo started to pace again. “Something that is special, but ghouls are difficult to shop for! They don’t need to eat, or drink. Omega doesn’t seem to want to visit anywhere or do anything beyond whatever I want to do…”

“Well, isn’t he…basically you?”

“Yes but also, no.”

“And you’re psychically linked, right?” Marian thoughtlessly played with her pen, clicking it idly. “So, even if you wanted it to be a surprise, he’d already sort of know about it.”

“Cazzo, you see now why this would be so difficult?!”

Marian shrugged. “It’s the thought that counts, at the end of the day.”

“I know that,” Terzo snapped. It was definitely the thought that counted.

Except, he had never truly sincerely thought about someone else when giving a gift before. And that is what made his hands clammy and his mind race.

Terzo decided he needed to gift something really important. Something that reflected how much his heart pounded when Omega held him. Something that was big, essential, eternal. Just like his ghoul.

“A…a diamond! Yes.”

Marian smirked. “A diamond? For your very best friend?”

“Yes…” Terzo began weakly, but then remembered Marian's status as his minion. He frowned into her. “Yes, a diamond.”

“Whatever,” she replied, then opened her steno pad. “Although you know purchases over a certain amount I got to run through Treasury Director Brother Copia.”

“Then forget the diamond,” Terzo backpedaled.

Marian checked the clock on the wall again and snapped her notepad shut. “Ok, fine I've dated quite a few guitarists over the years and they like practical stuff. Like, for their instrument. How about um…a guitar strap, huh?”

“How about a guitar strap?” suggested Terzo.

Marian frowned. “What's his favorite color?”

“Erm—black.”

“Second favorite color?” Marian sighed.

“Violet, he likes violet!”

“Violet and black guitar strap, coming right up,” Marian intoned. “And look, you got ninety more seconds until I go home, is there anything else you need, your Eminence?”

“No, that would be all.” Terzo returned to staring out the window with an extra dramatic flourish of his black cardinal cassock. He took a breath, feeling his nerves start to settle as he heard the squeak of Cardinal Marian's chair as she exited. All of a sudden he had a thought. "Oh, and Marian?"

"Twenty seconds left, your Eminence." Marian's hand was already on the doorknob.

"You're certain he'll like that?"

Marian's brow furrowed, but then it seemed like a thought passed through her, and her expression softened. "Of course," she said, "Who wouldn't like a gift?"

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blueberrybladelemonade · 20 days

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My Heart Cries for You, Will You Answer?

Summary: With your home needing to be repaired you find yourself needing a place to stay for a few days. Your friends couldn't help you so when Peppino offered that you could stay on his couch you were nothing short of being grateful. Although when you're together neither of you know what to call that feeling in your stomach when you're with each other. Must be something you ate.

Contains: Fluff, Uncomfortable sleeping arrangements, Cleaning out of boredom, Alcohol, Slight Angst, Domestic fluff, Tipsy Noisette, Oh look you're both in debt now, Oh, this isn't the couch...and that isn't your pillow.

Your lips became a fine line as you continued this dreaded conversation. A stale odor permeated the room, forcing you to cover your nose with your shirt collar intermittently.

"Yeah." You reply into the phone, a pit forming in your stomach.

Once more your eyes flick to the ceiling where a sizable hole had formed along with a ring of moisture surrounding it. Bits of drywall littered the floor, soaked to a paste. In your peripheral a fat drop of water plinked to the floor.

It started earlier with your water randomly cutting off for just a moment as you showered. Seconds later the water had returned to it's normal pressure, though not before you heard a distinct grinding and pop. Then there was no water at all.

Which brought your current predicament; On the phone at 8pm standing in one of many haphazardly cleaned puddles, to get not only your ceiling repaired from the damage, but also the plumbing, not to mention the floor was-"

"Yes I'm still here." You say a bit too quickly, beginning to pace the border of the room. As you listen to the person drone on, deducing the estimated total you feel yourself sweat. This was before anyone even came out, what if it's even higher? Any drywall that had been soaked would need to be cut out and from the hole above you, there was going to be a lot.

Your phone almost drops from your hand as you were finally given an amount. "How much?!" You ask again in horror, legs feeling weak. Hearing the estimated price repeated you stoop to the floor. Despite feeling like you were hitting rock bottom, someone clearly had a pickaxe.

Not only were you going to have a huge bill after the repairs -you dreaded how much more overtime you'd be working. Would you need to get a second job?- but you'd have to find somewhere else to stay for a few days until the repairs were finished.

You're told briefly you'll receive another call to confirm when the water restoration crew could come in and begin. As you exchange your home details and a time to call back tomorrow you nearly slip in another puddle.

"Thank you." You mutter, regaining your balance. As the call ended you felt the urge to chuck your phone and scream. Instead you remain rooted in place, staring into the space as you attempt to calm your racing thoughts.

After what feels like hours you heave out a long deep sigh and force yourself to return to where you had set the mop and bucket.

You had to stay somewhere else for a bit, that was the first step. Despite it being necessary you still felt uncomfortable at having to possibly burden someone else with your request. The phone felt heavy in your hand as you unlocked it and scrolled through your contacts, stopping on the bright pink image.

You decided you would ask your friends first

Would she be awake right now? Probably, if you were being honest. Noisette sometimes stayed awake until 1am doing God knows what.

"Y/N?" You hear Noisette's voice say something you can't make out to someone. "Are you ok"?

You briefly explain to her about your evening before dropping the question if you could stay at their house for a couple days.

Silence filled the line before Noisette interrupted it and told you to wait. You could make out Noisette talking in a low voice to who you assumed was The Noise.

"Sorry Y/N." Noisette cut back to you, "Theo is practicing for his audition and he said we would be too distracting". You knew that was a code word for "loud and obnoxious".

"You can ask Red? I know she was sick earlier this week but I'm not sure if she's over it or not." She added.

Red was the nickname of your other friend and she was your backup option if you couldn't stay with Noisette. She was sort of eccentric and really needed to stay away from what ever caffeine she always drank but she did mean well.

"Yeah I guess I can ask her. Thank you Hazel, have a good night". You keep the disappointment from your voice and hang up. As you scroll up to your 'C' contacts and find Red's picture, you pause as you consider Noisette's words. On the other hand, getting a cold might be a small price to pay even if you'd rather not get sick at all.

You shrug and click the call button. The phone rings three, then four times and you begin to wonder if Red would pick up at all. On the fifth ring you hear a small whine a sort of rustling.

"Dude it's almost nine are you ok?" You could hear Red's voice cracking, as if struggling to speak. As you once again recount the events you sigh, popping your question as you make your way to the living room to grab the floor cleaner.

"I would say yes but I'm still getting over a cold and trust me, you do not want to get this shit. Sorry Y/N". Red replies, to which you thank her, tell her to feel better, and tell her good night.

I guess a motel it is. You grumble and set your phone onto the counter. Now left with your thoughts, you reenter the water soaked room and survey the damage. Wordlessly you grab the mop and begin to soak and wring the mess into the bucket, at least what you could to lessen any more damage.

* * * * *

You sit in the furthest corner of the pizzeria, away from everything. On occasion you'd glance over at Peppino as he worked, debating if you should order something but you weren't hungry.

If you just stayed frozen in this booth you wouldn't have to worry about your home repair problem, right? You sink further into the booth. There wasn't a motel or anywhere to stay for miles but at this point you might have to just suck it up. Or could you just stay here? How did forever soun-

"You ok-a Y/N"? The voice snaps you out of your thoughts. As you turn your head you look up you meet Peppino's concerned gaze. "You look outta it".

"Oh, yeah. I'm ok." You lie, giving him a weak smile. While you appreciated him asking you didn't want to burden him with your current dilemma.

You momentarily regret living so far away from everyone else you knew that you could ask for help.

"You don't-a sound like it." You watch as he takes a seat across from you, the corners of his lips turned down.

"My home is having a plumbing issue, I'm just trying to figure out where to stay for a few days but I'm probably gonna just stay in a hotel." You could feel yourself grimace despite attempting to remain nonchalant.

Peppino remained silent, looking down at the table before occasionally back to you. "How bad-a is it"?

"The ceiling caved in from the water." You avert your gaze to look at the wall and force a chuckle out. "Apparently the studs in the walls conveniently trap water and also prevent airflow. Pretty much anything soaked has to get ripped out. Mold and all that".

You look back over at Peppino, eyes widened slightly as you explained everything from your evening. "It's kinda bad but everything will get fixed...soon".

You weren't sure what else to say as Peppino quirked an eyebrow and looked back towards the kitchen counter at Gustavo. He was currently pulling out a fresh pizza before replacing it with one that needed to be cooked.

"You could-a stay at my house, if-a you want?" Peppino suggested, still looking across the room. You blink, shocked at his suggestion and shake your head. "No, thank you Peppino but I couldn't. I don't want to bother you with something like that". A flutter in your stomach had you shifting in your seat, maybe that was a sign you needed to eat even if you didn't feel like it.

At that Peppino's attention was back on you, his eyes fixing you with an incredulous look. "Nonsense Y/N. It'd be better than-a staying at a motel." He urged.

He wasn't wrong. Despite that, you simply stared blankly at him. You wanted to reply but the words were stuck in your throat. Instead you'd open your mouth but close it again.

"I'll-a see you after work." Peppino slid out from the booth, getting back to his feet. "Come back here around-a six. And bring your-a things with you".

* * * * *

"Here we are." Peppino unlocked the door and pushed it open, a pleasantly cool gust of air greeting you as you stepped inside. Beyond the doorway lead to the living room where a couch was against the wall. On the opposite side was a TV standing atop a small entertainment center. Aside from those, a few picture frames or shelves were dispersed on the walls.

"You can-a have the couch and you can put your things in the closet over-a there..." Your eyes followed to where Peppino gestured, off to one end of the room was a thin door.

You throw your arms around him in a hug and murmuring a soft "Thank you".

Tentatively he wrapped his arms around you, melting into your touch. Peppino couldn't recall the last time someone had actually hugged him, you were the first person in a long time.

"Oh! -Sorry!" He stepped back, realizing you had loosened your grip, and rubbed the back of his neck.

"The bathroom is-a down the hall to the right. You can put your bags in-a that closet".

Peppino gave you a small tour of his home, explaining where everything was along with a quip or two as you both talked idly. Feeling he had given you a sufficient rundown, Peppino left you to put your things away and get settled while he walked to the bathroom to get a shower then get ready for bed.

As the water began to run you cringed briefly, remembering the sound yours made before the disaster. Shaking your head dismissively you sorted through what you would need for your own shower. Pulling out a bag you opened it to confirm the contents. Nodding to yourself you set it neatly to the side, zipping the suitcase back up.

As you turned your attention back to the couch you pause and look back to your bag before deciding to pull out your pillow too.

* * * * *

You rolled over onto your right side, pulling the blanket up to your chin and curling in on yourself. As much as you could anyways. A moment passed before you turned over again, onto your left. Seconds ticked by. With a huff you moved to lay on your back frowning up at the ceiling fan.

Hours had passed and you had barely slept. You would nod off only to snap wide awake again, suddenly uncomfortable with your current position. As you squinted through the dimly lit room you could barely decipher the time. Sighing, you tossed over onto your side again, putting your head beneath the pillow.

Your eyes snap open as music began to blare, yanking you out of your half conscious state. At least you think it was music. Was that the radio? You listen to where the muffled sound was coming from, realizing that it must be Peppino's alarm.

A minute passes by. Then another. The last song had ended and a new one had begun to play, another indecipherable rock song.

What if he was late for work? Should you go in there and wake him up? You debate with yourself to let Peppino sleep in but you knew he worked today. You didn't want to see him panic and rush around because he overslept. Especially if you could prevent that.

Tiredly you get to your feet, stretching your sore back. You wouldn't have guessed Peppino was a heavy sleeper, especially with how easily startled he was. With a groan you shuffle your way towards his bedroom, slowly able to make out the lyrics the closer you got.

Don't scream about. Don't think aloud.

"Peppino?" You lightly tap on the door. No response. You purse your lips, mentally debating if you should knock louder. Instead you slowly turn the doorknob and push the door open with a creak. If his alarm wasn't waking him that wasn't going to work.

Turn your head now, baby, just spit me out.

You squint as you step through the threshold, taking in his sleeping form. He was dead asleep, somehow, face down in the pillow. You turn your attention to the nightstand where the music continued to play.

Why follow me to higher grou-

After pressing pushing the snooze button your hand drops down by your side. Your gaze falls downward only to gasp and take a tiny step back as Peppino's tired eyes met your own.

You shot him incredulous look. "But you wake up to that"? "I was awake." He mumbled, face turned but partially still buried into the pillow. "I liked that-a song". "Oh". Was all you could reply with as Peppino began to sit up in bed. He scratched the back of his neck. "Did you sleep ok"?

"I slept great!" You lied. It wasn't as if Peppino could make the couch more comfortable. He raised an eyebrow but said nothing more. Besides, it was just going to be couple days of sleeping there. You could handle it. You avert your gaze as you realized Peppino wasn't wearing a shirt. "Sorry, I just didn't want you to be late." You fidget with the sleeve of your shirt. "I'm going to go now." You say, awkwardly hitching your thumb towards the door.

"Have a good day!" You call from the couch as Peppino grabs his hat, making his way towards the door. He glances at you and nods. "You too. If there's any-a problems call me, ok"?

You nod, "I will. And thank you again for letting me stay here". He paused and looked over his shoulder, giving you a smile. "You're welcome Y/N".

As the door clicked shut you were left alone. You wondered what to do with yourself since it's not like you had anywhere to be today. That and you didn't particularly feel like going anywhere. It was still early in the morning, a brief glance at the clock read a quarter past six. You click your tongue and pull the pillow into your lap. There's no way you'd be able to go back to sleep right now. Maybe tonight you would be able to get a more proper rest. At least you hoped you would.

Maybe there was something interesting on. You reach for the remote and the TV flashed to life. You idly click through the channels, pausing on occasion to see what was going on. Click. Click. Oh that's some medical procedure. Click. That's the news. Click. Animals. Sure let's go with that.

For the time being your attention is glued to the channel, watching as a countdown starts and displays a number six on the screen. With a narration playing over a snapping turtle, sitting in the water luring a small fish to it with its tongue. You watch curiously as it snaps it's mouth shut, eating the fish. Interesting.

As the credits start to roll you glance towards the clock. You purse your lips, contemplating if you want to sit and watch another episode or find something else to do.

An idea forms as you notice a thin trail of dust along the table and you get to your feet

It was in the laundry room right? Or maybe you assumed it would be. You grin at seeing you assumed correctly, pulling out a small hand-held duster and set it beside you before opening the drawer beside you.

You set the cleaner and sponge on the counter and took the duster with you into the living room, beginning to run it along the furniture tops. Every so often you'd glance back at the TV. Currently there was a platypus on screen, it's hind leg displayed as a way it can inject venom.

Having finished dusting you grab the sponge and cleaners, toting them with you to the bathroom. You spray some of the cleaner into the sink, watching the white foam bubble before swiping it and the counter clean.

As you turn your attention to the mirror you gently wipe at the the smudges and feel the panel shift slightly. Curious, you feel for the corner that stuck out and nudge the panel open. The cabinet swings open and you're greeted with a large assortment of different medications. For a moment you simply stare at the bottles, some more full than others, some with faded labels versus a few with newer ones.

The door clicks shut again, feeling as if you had seen something you weren't supposed to. You gathered up the cleaning supplies and flicked the light switch off. As you put everything away you recall the panic attack Peppino had last year.

* * * * *

Lightning flashed followed closely by a clap of thunder, making you jump. You almost let out a shout before realizing the person that appeared beside you was Gustavo.

"Y/N can you stay with him real quick? I'll be right back".

Glancing back towards the kitchen door you give a tentative nod. "Uh, yeah sure". Before he could walk off you asked, "What's going on?"

A look of hesitation flashed across Gustavo's features, as if he was internally debating something.

"Sometimes he has episodes like this. Please just make sure he's ok." He replied quickly. You watch as Gustavo dashes off and around the counter, disappearing before you could press further.

White light lit up the room for a fraction of a second before another loud boom echoed throughout the pizzeria.

Slowly, you made your way through the swing door, only poking your head into the room. "Peppino?" You called out his name received no response. The only sound you could discern was your own breathing and the rain pounding against the windows and roof outside. Behind you the door squeaked and swung shut as you stepped into the back room to search for Peppino.

The worried expression on your face faded when you found him -sitting on the floor by the sink- but quickly returned when you took in his current state.

Shallow shaky breaths left his mouth as Peppino tightened his grasp on his sleeves in a desperate attempt to control his quivering. Another clap of thunder caused Peppino to yelp, pulling his legs up to his chest. His chest tightened even more, feeling a burning prickle in his eyes.

Unsure of what else to do, you stooped before him, gingerly running a hand down his arm. "It's ok Peppino, you're ok." You whisper as you continue to trail your hand soothingly up and down.

"Hey, look at me. Please”.

Peppino hesitated before lifting his gaze to you. Both his arms wrapped around you suddenly, pulling you to him. A feeling of safety washed over him as he buried his head in the crook of your neck. After a moment you felt a dampness pool there where his head was.

One hand continued rubbing his back while your other cradled his head to your neck. "M sorry." He breathed.

"Don't be, you can't control it. It's ok." You switch to circular motions and shush him gently. "You're safe. Just take deep breaths. Repeat after me." You draw in a deep breath. After a moment you feel Peppino draw in a shaky breath.

"Now breath out". His grip on you loosened slightly as he exhaled.

You weren't sure how long you remained like this. By the time you heard the door squeak open, the storm had grown quieter with the thunder rumbling further away. A dark silhouette was making slow -almost cautious- steps to you. In your peripheral you could make out Gustavo's features in the dim light.

Peppino's movements were sluggish. You watch from the counter seat as Gustavo ushered Peppino into a booth, urging him take a seat. You watch as Gustavo leans down to whisper something and motioned in your direction. Peppino remained still but you could see his mouth moving as he stared vacantly across the table. Gustavo nods and pats him on the shoulder, turning around and making his way over to you.

Instead of you however, Gustavo holds the door open to the backroom, gesturing you to follow him. As the closes behind you, you open your mouth to ask the question that had been burning in your mind. You manage to get out the first breath but Gustavo interrupted you.

"Do you know what PTSD is?" Gustavo murmured. You tilt your head curiously and give a nod. "I think so".

* * * * *

You never pressed Peppino about that day. As you looked back at the cabinet, you wondered how often Peppino had anxiety attacks or how often his PTSD was triggered. You frown as another thought crossed your mind. How often was he alone when he had to suffer through these episodes?

You snapped upright as your phone screamed at you. With a jolt you take your phone out of your pocket. "Noisette" was flashing across the screen. You swipe to answer and groan and you're immediately assaulted with questions.

"Y/N! Are you ok? You never replied back to me yesterday! Did you find somewhere to stay? You're not sleeping in an alley are you?"!

Oh. You vaguely recalled going through your phone messages last night but never replied. "Sorry Hazel, I had a lot going on and forgot to text back. No I'm staying at Peppino's".

You raised an eyebrow at the sudden silence from Noisette. "His pizzeria?" She finally asked.

"No Hazel," you sigh, "His house".

A shriek filled your ear and you yank the phone further away. At least you think it was a shriek, it might've been a cackle. You roll your eyes and bring the phone close again as Noisette composes herself.

"You're still going to be going out with us, right? You're not going to be too busy are you"?

You furrow your eyebrows, exhaling sharply as you hear her giggle to herself again. You briefly regretted telling her where you were staying. There was no doubt Noisette was going to bring this up at dinner, making it a bigger deal than it was.

"Yes, I'm still going to go out with you guys." You snap, fidgeting with a stray thread on your shirt. "I'm literally just sitting here on the couch. Alone".

"Ok Y/N! I'll pick you up from Peppino's house then!" Noisette replied cheerily, knowing she had successfully riled you up. "See you tomorrow"!

You exchanged goodbyes and hung up, setting the phone on the TV stand. "Ugh!" You let out a sound between a groan and sigh, glaring as you put the cleaning supplies away. Why is Hazel so immature? You grumble, wiping off the sweat that had formed on your neck.

A heavy click echos from the door, making you blink awake and turn your head towards the sound as it's pushed open. You must've fallen asleep, you muse, rubbing your eyes, giving Peppino a lazy wave as he steps through the front door.

"Welcome back." You stretch, wincing as a jolt of pain went up your neck.

"Ciao. How-a was your day Y/N"?

"It was ok," you shrug " I just sat here..." You trailed off watching as Peppino peeled his tank top off and over his head. "Scusi?" It was in that moment it occurred to you that you had stopped talking and were staring at Peppino without realizing it.

Well now you realized it, mainly because he was looking back at you with a raised eyebrow. Your eyes darted away, finding interest at the wall shelf. "I just dusted and wiped off a couple counters earlier".

"You...cleaned?" He quirked an eyebrow. "You didn't have to..."

You offer a small smile, peering at him from the corner of your vision. "I thought it was the least I could do since I'm staying here for now. Then I just watched TV for a bit." You toss your head towards the screen and look back up at Peppino, "How was work"?

"Just-a the usual. Noise didn't show up today, so there's a that." He replied with a shrug, taking a seat at the opposite end of the couch. You hear him let out a soft sigh as he unwinds from the day.

A sudden pang of hunger digs at you, making you finally realize you hadn't eaten all day.

"Do you want take-out? I know a good place around here?" You ask, already having your phone in hand looking up the restaurant's phone number. Peppino tilted his head, peering at you curiously.

"Don't worry, I'll pay." you add on before he could protest. "Can you write down your address though"?

"It's on-a the fridge, actually." He replied meekly, watching you walk to the kitchen out of sight. You duck your head back into the room, "Is there anything specific you want"?

Despite shaking his head you could hear him mumble out "Lo Mein" before being greeted by a voice on the phone.

"Hi, I'd like to place an order. For delivery." Peppino watched as you returned with a strip of paper and walked passed him, towards the bathroom. "Can I get a large order of Lo Mein, Pepper Steak, an order of Rangoons..." Your voice trailed off and became unintelligible as the bathroom door closed.

"Grazie..." Peppino mumbled.

Empty cartons had been set on the coffee table, long forgotten, as Peppino remained on the couch with you. Finding nothing of interest on the TV it turned into background noise as you both talked idly. The glow of the television screen was the only thing illuminating the otherwise dark living room. Outside, a thin long trail of moonlight cut between the drawn curtains from the window.

"Do you get lonely?" You ask, sinking low into the cushion as you scold yourself for asking something like that. Your knee was brushing against his now and had been for some time. Peppino hadn't seemed to notice and you had been too comfortable to be bothered by it.

Peppino shrugged. "Sometimes. Gus comes by every-a now and-a again".Minutes passed and you worried if you had made him uncomfortable with the question before an exhale caught your attention. "I don't-a really talk to many-a people." He turns his head to face you and you meet his gaze. "I'm not-a that great to be around. I have a lot of problems. One you know-a about".

"That's ok. I mean-" you shake your head at your choice of words. "I mean that I don't mind being there for you, when it happens".

Peppino stares at you blankly. "I like being around you." You continue, grateful that the dark of the room hid the fact your face was starting to heat up at realizing what you had just said.

Your mouth had parted again to say something to back-pedal but stopped as Peppino suddenly rose to his feet. "Anyways, I'ma go to bed, it's getting-a late." He swipes the empty containers from the table, carrying them to the trash. "Goodnight Y/N".

You remain silent, puzzled as you watch Peppino disappear towards his room.

* * * * *

You peer out looking out from beyond the bathroom. From the window you could partially see that the sky had begun to be painted in shades of pink and oranges.

Your hand came down to smooth out the creases of your shirt, inspecting your outfit a final time in the mirror. For tonight you had opted for a button up shirt and a simple pair of dress pants. You feel your phone vibrate, looking over the text that had flashed across the screen. With a nod to yourself, you flicked off the light switch and made your way out of the bathroom.

"Alright, Noisette is here, I'll be back later!" You call out on your way to the front door, giving Peppino a wave as your free hand reaches for the doorknob. Peppino glanced up in your direction, his eyes widening before he fumbled with the remote in his hand, giving a tiny yelp and catching it before it clattered to the floor. You pause and arch an eyebrow, "Are you ok"?

“Ye-yeah! These are slippery!” he held the remote in the air with a chuckle, his face reddening from what you assumed was embarrassment.

Peppino watched you pull the front door open blinking as if remembering you were still there. "Have a good time Y/N!" He calls back to you and you smile in reply, "Thank you".

As the door clicks shut Peppino collapsed back down onto the couch with a deep sigh, sinking low. Silence followed, feeling strangely sudden and almost deafening. Peppino hadn't realized how silent his home was. How empty it felt.

As he stared absently at the wall he let his mind wander. You had only been here two days but your idle chatter and laughter made his home feel less empty.

Do you get lonely?

His eyes flicked over towards the clock on the wall. He couldn't help but wonder who you would talk to tonight. Were you just hanging out with Noisette and Red? Or were you meeting others, too? Did you have someone you were interested in? The thought took him by surprise and he felt a flutter in his chest. Peppino

knew a decent bit about you throughout the year and he couldn't recall any time where you mentioned liking anyone, let alone dating them.

If you were seeing anyone you would be staying at their house, not his, Peppino reasoned to himself, somewhat proudly. There was that feeling in his chest again.

As quickly as the thought crossed his mind Peppino suppressed it. Even if you were interested in someone it wouldn't be him, of all people. He found himself thinking, corners of his lips turned down. He had a laundry list of issues that, when all added together, was essentially a giant sign saying "Stay away".

You seen Peppino that day, for one. When that bad thunderstorm rolled in that evening. You had stopped by for a pizza but as the downpour grew heavier you decided to wait it out, staying in the pizzeria. For the most part you sat at the counter carrying on a conversation between him and Gustavo as they cleaned for the night.

Then a particularly loud explosion of noise filled his ears. Beyond that, Peppino hadn't recalled much afterwards. What he did remember is your voice, your touch, and how you let him pull you into a hug and he cried into your neck. Peppino wished you hadn't seen him during that episode, seeing a part of the broken mess that he was.

On the other hand, you didn't shy away from talking with him after the fact. Peppino knew it wasn't out of pity, you were genuinely a good friend.

With a sigh Peppino decided to grab a glass from the cabinet. Friends. That was all you both were, right? There was no reason you would you bother with someone like him as anything more. Despite thinking this, Peppino still was fond of the days you would visit him at the pizzeria.

While he worked you'd sit at the counter, even after you had finished your food. He enjoyed talking to you and getting to know you. The feeling was at least mutual, as far as he could tell. You'd always take the time to stay at the counter and chat with him even if you didn't order anything.

Did he leave the stove on? Peppino wiped the sweat on palms on his pant leg, glancing at the appliance. No it was off, he confirmed, pouring water into the cup.

* * * * *

Peppino shook his head at the nearby booth, watching as you and your friends joked and talked. He pulled the garlic knots from the oven, setting them onto the counter before pouring a mixture of melted butter and herbs onto the warm bread. Gustavo shuffled them onto a larger plate beside the cheese sticks before hoisting it upwards and towards your table.

"Red?" Noisette chuckles, poking Red in the ribs, earning a hiss from her. "How do you say your name again"?

Red's ears twitched backwards and she rolled her eyes. "For the last time, it's pronounced 'Kay-dr- "

"Oh look!" Noisette smiled, cutting off Red mid word, as Gustavo set down a platter of mozzarella sticks and garlic knots. "Thanks Gustavo"! Red glared at Noisette, letting out an exasperated sigh. She shoved a cheese stick into her mouth. "Thanbs Gus." Red grumbled between bites.

Your friends chatter faded into the background, Peppino watched you scoot out of the booth and make your way to the counter. He looked away, busying himself with sliding another pizza into the oven.

"Mind if I sit here instead?" You ask. Peppino glances over his shoulder with a smile, "Not at all. What's-a wrong? Are they-a too loud for you"?

"Eh kinda. Noisette's annoying Red, nothing new." You shrug, taking a seat. "Anything

Peppino looked over your shoulder to your friends who had taken an interest in you two. He watched as Red leant towards Noisette, never tearing her gaze away from your direction. She uttered something with a smirk and Noisette mirrored it seconds later.

"Well..." he trailed off, grabbing a ball of dough and working it into a thin circle. "I'ma going to the next-a town over this weekend".

"Oh? What are you doing there"? Your eyes lit up.

He tilts his head towards you hesitantly. "Do you want-a come"?

* * * * *

Without much thought he pulled out his phone and went to his photos. There was a picture of you both, behind you two looked to be a large pasture with the sky hinting it was close to sunset.

He thought back fondly on that weekend road trip. You both sat in the car talking and laughing, occasionally performing a very tone deaf duet as familiar songs played on the radio. Even if neither of you could sing too well it was still fun.

You had made shopping for just groceries or otherwise mundane items enjoyable.

As Peppino made his way to the bathroom a small smile formed. You would visit his restaurant alone and often. On occasion you'd visit and share something you cooked the night before with him and Gustavo. There were dozens of times you'd sit at the counter keeping him company and being a small light in his otherwise monotonous day.

Occasionally his thoughts would drift to you and he'd imagine how nice it might be, to be your boyfriend. He blinked as that thought came up again. Admittedly since you had been staying here those passing thoughts came up more frequently.

Peppino had considered telling you how he had felt on numerous occasions, only to come up with why one day or another wasn't a good time. As Peppino caught his reflection in the mirror, reality came back down onto him, pulling him from his daydream. He suddenly became aware of how snug his clothes fit around his mid section as he shifted to reach at the medicine cabinet. Peppino's hand fell back to his side as he took in the reflection that stared back at him.

Nothing about him said "boyfriend material". Those days had passed him long ago. Peppino had hair, once. He took that for granted and now was stuck with a very thin comb over. That came with age but he hated how his medication also had hair loss as a symptom. Not to mention his weight. As the cabinet swung open his eyes scanned for a particular bottle, glowering slightly as he continued to nitpick himself.

Middle aged, fat, balding, Peppino mused, as if going through a checklist of rehearsed flaws. With a shake to the bottle a small pill fell into his hand and he popped it into his mouth, taking it with a swig of water.

That was just the surface. What you obviously seen for yourself. He wondered what your 'type' was before dismissing it, it wasn't him. You dealt with his anxiety attacks and PTSD episodes on occasion but you were free to avoid him after at any point. You wouldn't want to deal with his PTSD, anxiety, and his night terrors.

* * * * *

A thoughtful hum escaped your lips, the chemical sting of nail polish and cleaner subtly stinging your nose.

You glance away from the TV as keys jingled, seeing Peppino dressed you perked up. "Going somewhere?"

"I'm just-a going to the store to get-a few things." He hitches a thumb towards the door.

"Can you pick something up for me? I'll give you the money".

"Why don't you come with-a me? You need to leave the house".

"Huh"?

"It's not-a good to stay inside like this. Come with-a me." Peppino urged, taking his hand off the doorknob.

"But you're about to leave, I don't want you to wait on me".

"I can wait for you to get-a dressed. Come on mia cara".

You stop and turn back at Peppino, watching him stiffen. "What'd you say"?

"T-that I'd wait-a for you to get dressed?" He repeated, shifting his weight to the other foot.

"I heard that, no I mean the last part you said"?

"Oh! Sorry-a Y/N! It means 'friend'" he replied quickly. You give him a dubious squint as a pale shade of pink dusted his cheeks. It must be the lighting you reassure yourself. "Oh ok!" Your brightened, "I'll be ready in a few minutes mia cara"!

"It would-a be mio caro in your-a case, actually..." He trailed off, watching you root through your bag for a set of clothes, mentally berating himself for saying anything.

You made a mental note to look up a few Italian phrases and nicknames later. Maybe Peppino would find the gesture thoughtful.

Your thoughts were cut short by Noisette as she drew back with an excited squeal. "Oh let's do silver for each other nail, Y/N"! Your mouth had barely parted before Noisette disappeared into another part of the house. Very faintly you heard bottles and glass clinked together as she rummaged through her cabinets.

"Can you both shut up!" Noise yells from down the hall. "I'm rehearsing in here"! Before you could retort there was an equally loud shout once more from the opposite end of the house.

"No, you shut up! We're leaving soon anyways!" Noisette huffs. Her smile returning brightly as she takes a seat in front of you.

Noisette continued her shouting match with Theo while your mind idly went back to replaying this morning.

"How many do you need?" You asked in mock exasperation, setting what you deem an inordinate amount of tomatoes into the cart.

Peppino smirked, crossing something off his list. "It's not really-a that many when you cook them".

A jar he hadn't placed in the cart caught his attention. You watch as Peppino picked it out of the cart, the corners of his lips pulled down as he held up the glass container towards you, "Why-a do you need-a this?"

"For uh...pasta?" You reply.

"Mio dios Y/N, no." You're about to protest but Peppino cuts you off, "I'm-a making REAL sauce. Don't-a eat this".

As he puts it back on the shelf Peppino turns his attention back to the opposite wall. You purse your lips, watching as he grabs a can, turning it over to inspect the label. Slowly your hand makes it way back to where the jar was.

"Don't-a you dare." Peppino mutters, shooting you a sideways glare. You hold your arms up in defeat, giving him a nervous chuckle.

"Oh these look great Hazel!" You exclaim, smiling down at your newly polished nails then back to her. You wonder if Peppino would notice them. Blinking, you stare down at your hands quizzically. You doubt it, why would he look at your hands?

A cough interrupts you both, when you turn towards the sounds you see The Noise standing in the hall doorway, arms crossed and shoulder propped against the frame. He was dressed in a simple button up and shorts. Dark circles were under his eyes as if he hadn't been sleeping well.

"Ready to go"? He gaze meets yours although you knew he was talking to Noisette. "Stay outta trouble, I'll pick you guys up at nine".

* * * * *

A cool burst of air greeted you as you entered the restaurant. As you approached the hostess you replied "two". She squinted at her list for a moment before calling over a man to seat you both. He led us through the restaurant and to a large booth in one of the back corners, leaving menus on the table before flashing us a warm smile and saying he’d be back to take our orders in a minute."What are we gonna drink Y/N"?

"Nah, I'm not in the mood to drink." Before you could ignore her protests a particularly colorful drink caught your eye. Watching as it was carried passed your booth and Noisette's eyes fixated on it as well. You smirk at each other, having the same thought. "

Actually, I'll have one drink".

Your waiter came back after giving you both a little time to peruse the menus and he gathered your orders before hurrying off again. "So how gross is his house?" Noisette asked, looking at you expectantly.

You shake your head "Its not? He cleans and its relatively tidy". Noisette drew her head back, "Really? I'm surprised considering...well look at him".

You cross your arms and lean back into your seat. "And what's that supposed to mean"? You glare at her hand as it waves you off dismissively and Noisette offers you a smile, a slight gleam to it. "I was just joking Y/N, but it's cute how you defend him".

Crap. You walked into that one.

As your drinks arrived you squint across the restaurant towards entrance. You give a thoughtful hum, "Where's Red?" was all you mumbled before taking another pull from your drink.

"She texted me saying something came up and had to back out." Noisette shrugged. You quirk an eyebrow. Of course she did, how typical. The snarky reply you had ready was interrupted with an yawn.

Maybe staying home would've been better you think. Wait, you didn't even have a home at the moment. You were staying at Peppino's.

You find yourself wondering what he was doing right now. You shake your head, he was probably getting a shower right now before going to bed.

She leans closer across the table.

"So what have you been doing at his house?" She asks, eyebrows waggling suggestively. You flick her forehead as she leans across the table, earning a yelp from her as she recoils. You scoff at her reaction, as if this doesn't happen nearly everytime you drink together.

"Well, not much. Stressing out over my house and just watching TV." You pause thoughtfully and then grin, "We went grocery shopping earlier today and we're cooking together tomorrow though".

"Oh how romantic! When are you guys finally going to start dating"?

Your eyes snap towards her. "Excuse me? What, because we went grocery shopping"? Noisette rolls her eyes in response. "He wouldn't let just anyone room with him, for one. Think Y/N, think. Haven't you ever seen the way he looks at you"? You rack your brain but come up blank. Was this a trick question? Any time you showed up at his pizzeria you never noticed anything particular about Peppino.

You'd watch him busy himself with making pizzas or garlic knots mostly. For what it was worth, he didn't ignore you though. You both would talk and laugh whenever you'd opt to sit at the counter.

Though you couldn't recall any particular way he looked at you that stood out. There were the occasional get togethers you and your friends would have. Peppino showed up to most of them and when he did you'd both wind up near each other.

"How does...he look at me?" Your hands were fidgeting with each other and you had no idea when that had started. She grins widely, "Like he's helplessly falling in love with you". You choked and nearly spilled your drink. Wheezing for breath as your face flared red, Noisette bent forward, eyeing you with a wide, cheshire grin. Her voice dropped to a low sweet voice, "And I think you feel the same".

Swallowing hard, you fiddled with the straw in your cocktail, “In love?" You sputtered, "Who said anything about- Hazel, shut up. That -that's completely ridiculous".

With a start, you realized you had downed the last of your beverage. Fine, one more drink. You suddenly needed another one, futilely hoping the alcohol would burn out the memory of what Noisette just said. One more drink. Two would be your limit.

Noisette considered you momentarily before a knowing smirk spread across her face. She simply shrugged at you, looking over your shoulder as your server brought your appetizer. "Your entrées will be out in just moment".

You cleared your throat, catching your server's attention before he left. "I'll have an Iceberg in radioactive water." You blurt out.

Noisette wrinkles her nose at you, grabbing the drink menu. "What even is that?" You give a non-committal shrug. It was the first drink your eyes fell onto. "I'll have one too!" She chimes in, to which your server jolts something down and disappears through the group of tables. You cast Noisette a sideways glance, "Don't even start." You warn with a chill.

Unfortunately Noisette took your warning as more of a suggestion, one she gladly ignored. As Noisette drank, she proceeded to grow increasingly obnoxious. You popped the fork into your mouth, biting down on the potato with more force than necessary. You were currently contemplating if you could get away with murder. How many people might witness me wring her neck?

"So you're telling me if you both got a hotel you wouldn't feel anything"?

How many people are in here? You look over Noisette's shoulder, scanning across the room. "We're basically doing that now Hazel." You reply, craning your head to continue counting. "It's just, instead of a bed, I'm sleeping on the couch. What am I supposed to feel exactly? Back pain"? Maybe twenty eight?

"People don't invest their time and attention into someone they're not interested in. He took you into his home." She continued, eyelids drooping. "And stop playing dumb, you're bad at it".

You drop your voice low and serious, eyes narrowing at her, "Hazel, he's just being nice. He's a good friend. That's it." You ground out the last part, shoving another bite of food into your mouth.

But did you want to be more?

Noisette tilted her head at you, suddenly going quiet, looking you over.

"What?" You growl.

"Your face is so red right now".

Your nostrils flared and your lips became a fine line. "I wonder why?" You replied sarcastically, "It can't possibly be because you've not shut up over me liking Peppino for half an hour"! You slap a hand over your mouth with wide eyes. Shut up. Shut up right now. No more drinking.

You were cutting yourself off after this. No more drinks. Noisette blinked and pursed her lips, watching you duck your head low.

If you had bothered to look up you would've seen her face plastered with a massive shit eating grin and then you might've actually killed her with your spoon.

Noisette was currently laying across your lap giggling up at you. "I mean with all the dough he messes with I bet he gives great back massages! And with how tense you are...! It's a perfect match"! She poked your cheek to punctuate her sentence, your jaw remaining tensed.

Sighing, you tried to banish the thought Noisette just put into your head, opting instead to watch buildings and trees blur past the window from the backseat of Noise's car. Actually no, that was a bad idea. You look away before your bout of nausea worsened. The alcohol had finally kicked in as you were nearly done eating and you wanted nothing more but to lay down.

"Babe, Y/N's uncomfortable, not tense." Noise interjects, shooting you an apologetic look from the rear view mirror. "Stop trying to play matchmaker".

"Oh come on Theo! Last night you literally said 'If those two don't get together after this I'm burning down Y/Ns house!' When I told you Y/N was staying with Peppino"!

Your eyes widen before transforming into a glare. Why my house?" You snap, ignoring that this was probably an exaggeration. Probably.

"Er...so you stay at his house longer?" Noise ducks his head and averts his gaze, suddenly and intently focused on the road.

"Oh yeah! Y/N admitted she liked him!" Noisette babbled, yelping as you jabbed her in the ribs. You let out a long drawn out sigh, relieved to see a familiar house come into view.

As the car stops in the driveway you hastily unbuckle your seat belt, moving Noisette off your legs. “Good luck with that.” you told The Noise under your breath, glancing down at his girlfriend. With a low snort you hastily pushed open the car door and got out.

"Have a good night Y/N." He replied stiffly. "Bye Y/N!" Noisette shouts from the open window. "I hope you get lucky! Stay hydrated"!

Feeling the night air cool your warming face you reply with a raised arm, flipping her off as continuing your walk towards the front door. "I know I'm number one!" Noisette cackles. "Babe stay in your seat!" Noise whines, tugging at her sleeve, coaxing her to sit down. "Theo, Y/N needs that advice"!

His eyelids droop at her. "I don't think Y/N does. Anyways, here's some advice; buckle yourself in so we can go home before I install the goddamn child lock again".

Your eyes fixate on the lock and key as you concentrate, hearing the car drive off.

You weren't incredibly drunk, you still were able to focus on everything around you -in your opinion. But you felt much more bubbly -unless Hazel continued to bother you- and like your movements were still relatively fluid.

You yelp as your foot collides with the end table. Before you could tumble to the floor you braced the nearby wall and straightened yourself. A short giggle escaped your lips at how ridiculous faceplanting into the rug would have been. As quick as your smile appeared it faded as you recalled Noisette's endless teasing. Maybe if you were lucky she'd forget what you said earlier.

You step into the bathroom and are met with humid air and the exhaust fan above running.

The mirror had condensation on it still. You wiped the moisture from it with your hand and brought your face close to the reflection. A lopsided grin tugged at your lips as you swayed your head side to side, stopping with a cringe as a dull throb shot through your skull.

Shoot. You needed to go get your night clothes too.

Peppino heard you across the house as you opened the bathroom door, footsteps growing fainter. After a moment he heard the door squeak open and shut again.

As he strained to listen, eventually he heard the shower turn on. A sharp knock made him jolt, for a brief moment he wondered if you fell. He contemplated what to do if you did fall in there but felt relieved as minutes ticked by and he hadn't heard any sounds of distress.

Hopefully you had fun tonight, Peppino found himself thinking, moving to turn off the lamp on the nightstand. He was sure you'd tell him about it in the morning.

Peppino jumped as his door burst open and you stumbled into his room, leaning over the edge of his bed. "Merda! What-a are you doing?" He asked horrified, your eyes were slightly glazed but still held a look of awareness to them. You looked as if you were teetering on the line of consciousness and about to fall into a hard sleep. "I miss my bed." you whine, "Sleeping on the couch hurts my back". Peppino sat up with a start as you abruptly faceplant and sink into the sheets beside him.

Despite not smelling the alcohol -you must've brushed your teeth- he could tell you were inebriated at this point. That explained a lot, actually.

"Fine. You can-a sleep here. Just tonight". You grab Peppino's wrist as he moves to sit up and get out of the bed. "Stay." You mumble.

"W-what?"

" 's not comfy on...couch".

"I'll-a be fine Y/N." he replied more sternly attempting to pry your fingers off his wrist. In response your hand found grip on his arm and weakly tugged him. "Y/N." Peppino turned, looking down at you. "Let-a go. There's not-a enough space for both of us." He tried to dissuade you, only to be met with another whine.

"Yes there is". You pull him towards you, causing him to stagger onto the bed as you scooted to the opposite side. You shoot him a smug smile as you proved him wrong.

Peppino shook his head and grumbled and was about to protest, only to be met with your closed eyes and a soft smile. Your grip had loosened and Peppino debated darting from the room. As he attempted to move away once more you let out a huff, weakly pulling his arm towards you again.

"Stay." You mumbled almost incoherently.

With a defeated sigh Peppino grabbed a pillow from beneath him, setting it between you both. The pillow bumped your face but there was no indication you even realized it did, instead continuing to cling to his arm.

Peppino stared up into the darkness. He could feel your breath with each exhale now that you turned over onto your side. Whenever you fell into a deeper sleep he would slide out of the bed. There wasn't a doubt in his mind if you woke up in the morning, in bed with him, you were going to be horrified. Or disgusted.

He scooted an inch towards the side, his hand coming into contact with the edge of the bed. As luck would have it, you inched your way to his side, the pillow separating you both overturned.

With your other arm, it found it's way across his body. Peppino clenched his jaw and tensed for several seconds as you tugged yourself closer, using his shoulder as a head rest.

Peppino released his grip from the mattress, only to fidget with the fabric instead. He felt weak, his chest was beginning to burn and constrict. With you this close he could smell the soap you used to wash with, it was sweet, like some sort of fruit.

This wasn't the time to think about what you smelled like!

He had to stay awake so he could get out of the damned bed. This wasn't right. You had come in here in a drunken stupor and wanted to sleep in a bed to be more comfortable. Peppino couldn't fault you for that, sleeping on his couch was uncomfortable.

But why did you decide to come in here in the first place? Why did-

Your breath tickled the side of his face and Peppino mused how might it actually might be nice to- Wait, no. He dismissed the wayward thought that crept into his mind.

The air felt heavy and the long stretch of silence was deafening. Your close proximity had his heart racing to the point he could hear it in his own ears. Was it loud enough that you could hear it too?

"Mm. Stay." You mumble, your breath so close to his ear made him shudder.

You nudge your face deeper into the pillow, drawing in a deep breath. You hadn't slept this well in days, right now you finally felt so warm and comfortable. A soft sigh escaped your lips as you began to be pulled back into sleep.

As you turn more onto your side you feel the arm at your back pull you closer. Vaguely recalling last night and how nice it was nice of Peppino to let you sleep in his bed. Your consciousness wavered in and out as the familiar and pleasant scent soothed you.

Wait.

As you began to drift back into consciousness, piece by piece, it came to your attention that there was something off about the pillow your cheek was resting against.

Your eyes snap open and are met with Peppino's face inches from your own, peacefully snoring. An icy heat washed over you as you realized you fell asleep on him. As you put the rest of the pieces from last night together you forget how to breathe. You remember for some reason you insisted he stay here and didn't want him to sleep on the couch.

And now you had woken up pressed against his body with his arm slung around you. You jerk away, nearly falling out of the bed. Just as abruptly Peppino snaps awake and upright with a jolt. You flinch as he rushes out of the bed with a yell, "Che cazzo! I told-a you this was a bad idea!" A look of horror flashed across his face before turning deranged. "We didn't do anything Y/N I swear! This was-a bad idea! I fell asleep! Ho fatto una cazzata".

You force the urge to panic down as Peppino rambled, unable to understand what he was now saying. Nothing happened, you knew that. Regardless this was your fault. You clung to his arm and wouldn't let him go despite his protests.

You let out a small sigh and clear your throat, catching his attention. "I know. I know. I was buzzed but I still remember everything. I was just...surprised".

Peppino remained rooted in place in the corner of the room, watching intently as you get out of bed. His chest seized and he swallowed hard, taking a tiny step back into the corner.

You smile awkwardly over to him. "Well with that out of the way..." You say as calmly as you could, you shift your weight to the other foot, turning your head from him to hide your face as you feel it grow increasingly hotter, " 'M gonna go get breakfast."

As you left his room Peppino covered his face with his hands. He let out an exasperated sigh, splaying his fingers to confirm you had left the room. "Scoparsi".

Why were you so calm? Why weren't you angry? Peppino's thoughts raced but instead he ran his hands through the hair on either side of his head before shuffling out of his room.

Breakfast was uncomfortable and silent. After today you could go back home. But you almost felt upset at the thought. There were some downsides to staying here -namely sleeping on the couch- but it was nice. You enjoyed Peppino's company, even if he was now avoiding even eye contact with you.

You hope the feeling is mutual and you didn't just ruin your friendship because of your stupid stunt last night.

"When are the repairs done"? Peppino asked suddenly, still not looking up at you. Instead he was finding a particular interest at the egg on his plate, poking at it with his fork.

With nothing else to talk about you check you phone, not seeing any missed calls or texts.

Oh...as if today couldn't start off worse. You flip through your phone and stare at a text from a number you didn't recognize. You never called to confirm your appointment. Heh. You look to Peppino nervously. It must've slipped you mind.

Peppino quirks an eyebrow and finally meets your gaze as he waits for your reply.

"Uh...I never confirmed the appointment." Your voice barely above a whisper.

His eyes widened, mouth slightly open. "How-a do you forget that?" He snapped.

"I don't know! I never seen the notification for the text"!

"Oh Mio dios Y/N! Didn't you think to call-a if you hadn't heard anything back the next day-a?" He didn't look angry, just shocked. At least there was that? You assure yourself with this small detail.

"I had a lot going on!" You whine, "I forgot to call and confirm the next day when came to your pizzeria. Then I came here!" You called over your shoulder, Peppino's eyes followed you as you raced across the room, phone in hand as you frantically called back the company that was supposed to be repairing your home.

After this morning Peppino didn't think it best to be near you and had tried to make himself scarce. Despite this, he still asked if you had wanted to learn how to make pasta sauce but from scratch.

As you worked silently you idly felt for the spoon but your hand closed around Peppino's instead as he attempted to grab it too. Both of you froze. From your peripheral Peppino was staring straight ahead at the wall.

His hand was warm, you noticed. Slightly rough -and also clammy. Probably from washing the dishes. It felt almost natural with how his hand fit into your own.

Peppino clearing his throat brought you out of your thoughts and you drew your hand back with a small "sorry".

"Did Noisette paint-a your nails last night"?

"Yeah," you replied stiffly, "Before we went to dinner we did each other's nails".

You noticed he had stopped cutting the vegetables and seemed to be contemplating the pile. Peppino exhaled and small noise escapes his lips. You watch him pause as if about to say something, but closes his mouth again. A tiny near inaudible growl bubbled in his throat. You watch him become visibly frustrated with himself for being unable to come up with what he had wanted to say.

"What is it?" You ask, watching as his mouth clicks shut once again, becoming a thin line as he furrows his eyebrows. "Can't say." Peppino shakes his head.

"Can't say...what?" You ask. Peppino instead picked up a slice of tomato between his fingers before setting it down before repeating the gesture with another piece. Unsure if you should urge him to speak or not, you opt to remain silent. Peppino glanced your way out of the corner of his eye.

"Pino?" Your shoulders raise as you cringe at the nickname you blurted out.

Peppino bows his head and you watch as he shuts his eyes. "I know this isn't-a what you want to hear..." he trails off as he turns to face you, but didn’t quite meet you gaze. Your stomach clenched uncomfortably as Peppino slowly looked up at you and you seen how serious his expression was. You also felt anxiousness radiating from him.

"About this morning..." he let out a shaky breath.

Oh. You mentally brace yourself, knowing he was going to likely tell you that he doesn't want you in his home anymore. That this morning wa-

"I-a understand if you don't-a feel the same but you deserved to know. I-a like you Y/N." He said, the last part barely above a whisper. "I-a enjoy being around you. I want to wake up next to you. Every morning".

Now it was your turn to stare dumbly at him, trying to find words. Any words to say to that. Noisette's words from last night rang in your head. "Like he's helplessly falling in love with you".

"And you feel the same".

You're snapped out of your thoughts as he clears his throat again, watching as he shifts his weight in the stifling silence before turning back towards the counter. He rubbed the back of his neck "We should-a get Noisette to take you home." The words began to tumble out of him quicker "I'ma sure they can make an exception for a day or-a two? Then you don't-a have to see me again, how's that-a so-"

"No".

His words died on his tongue and he blinked, peering at you curiously as you stepped closer to him.

You gently cradled one of his cheeks in your hand and pressed a kiss to the other. "Nn...?" His whole body tensed, his eyes growing round and unblinking. You spotted some of that redness creeping back into his skin.

As you started to pull away and take a step back however, one of his hands shot out and snagged you around the waist. Pulling you back to him, he nuzzled his nose to yours as he murmured, “You missed".

Peppino hadn't waste any more time and before you knew it his lips were against yours without warning. Your eyes blink shut and a flare of heat shoots up your spine as his lips molded against your own. It felt as if he was almost pleading silently "Let me be yours". You both melt into the kiss, your hands reaching up to tenderly cup Peppino's face.

You let out a soft whine as he pulls away, his forehead was pressed against your own. Your eyes slowly opened to gaze into his, searching for something to say. Instead you find yourself burying your head into Peppino's shoulder.

Just as you're about to move away, Peppino pulled you back towards himself, taking hold of your of your wrists, bringing both your hands up to cup behind his neck.

He moved his arms down to instead snake around you waist, hugging you tightly against him as he bowed his head next to my ear. His breath was warm, making me shiver slightly as he whispered, "Do you want to try this-a morning again"?

You tilt your head back meeting his gaze. Peppino's eyes stared at you intensely and darkened with at best you could say was hunger but otherwise you couldn’t put a name to it. Smiling shyly up at him, you nod softly only to yelp as you feel your feet leave the floor. As he scooped you into his arms Peppino made his way towards the door to his room, taking you inside, door quietly shutting behind him.

* * * * *

Peppino's arm draped over your waist from behind, pulling you close as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply. Then he sighed and his whole body began to relax once more against you. You shift, adjusting your leg before intertwining it with his.

He felt so warm. So comforting. You could feel his heartbeat against your back, your hearts beating in sync.

You brushed a stray strand of hair that clung to your face with sweat before twisting around in Peppino's hold, laying your head against his bare chest. " 'nn more minute,” he muttered, squeezing you tighter before dipping his head to plant a kiss against your forehead. His grip was warm and soothing.

You didn't ever want to let him go, wanting to enjoy this feeling as long as you could. "If you want, you can-a stay here as long as you like." He mumbled, burying his face into the side of your neck, placing a kiss there.

"Pino..." You trail off. "I do have to go home at some point." You reply, attempting to respond further only managing to give out a small groan as he nipped at your throat.

"Will you come back?" Peppino asked softly, propping himself up on one arm, looking down at you hopefully. "You could always-a live with me".

"Would it really be okay with you if I moved in?" You ask. Peppino let out a short laugh, "Of course it-a would be mia cara. But no rush, you can-a think about it".

You fall silent, you wanted to wake up like this, in his arms, forever.

"You wouldn't have to sleep-a on the couch anymore." He whispered into your ear, "You can-a sleep with-a your sweet Pino".

You hitch your chin, eyes flicking up to meet his. There were still the repairs you needed to have done to your home and if you really were going to live here, you had a lot of details to sort out. Instead you gently bite the inside of your cheek. One step at a time. You grin at Peppino, mentally agreeing with your decision. "I'd love to".

You squeak as Peppino abruptly yanked you back into his embrace. In the next moment you were tilting your head upwards as he hovered over you. His throat emitted an impatient whimper as he gently pressed his weight down onto you.

One of Peppino's hands found yours and wove your fingers together. Even if you couldn't stay in bed forever, maybe Peppino was right. Just a few more minutes. You slowly reached your free hand up, softly tracing your fingers over his jaw before clasping at the nape of his neck, gently tugging his head down to meet his lips with your own.

🫐Whew this was definitely the longest fic I've written and I'm particularly proud of how it turned out. I hope everyone that got to this part enjoyed the read :>

🍋Did you catch the references to the t h i n g s? (The show that was playing on TV was The Most Extreme from animal planet (when the channel was still good lol) anyone remember it? x) 💜

Once again, thank y'all for the support of my little fic blog, y'all are awesome and I wish everyone a great day!

#pizza tower #peppino x reader #pizza tower x reader #peppino #peppino spaghetti #pizza tower fanfic #🫐bladezfics

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raffe156 · 1 year

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Escape to the country part 3

Pairing - Price X MC (Tank) F!reader

Summary - Close, but no cigar...💔

“You broken?”

Escape part 1

Escape part 2

Little mood board to help give you the visual. As always feedback encouraged and comments welcomed! Let me know if you want to be tagged in the next part!

A/N -Bit shorter than the other parts but wanted to get it up, I really appreciate all the recent feedback and asks! Please keep em coming! It only spurs me on haha

Warnings for the whole storyline - Under 18+ DNI, angst, Smut, Masturbation (F + M), Language, mutual pining, alcohol,fluff, Age gap Relationship feelings, Price (39) reader (Tank, 25) mentions of family,domestic fluff

Tags: @irnbru32 @shuttlelauncher81 @mildlyhopeless

It was close to midnight, You and Price had mostly sat in silence, happy just being in each other's company, watching the fire crackle and spit.

“We should probably get to bed kid, early start tomorrow”

You sat up straight stretching, you had been practically leaning on him. You glanced over a Kyle he was still out cold, you had placed a blanket over him earlier.

“Probably too big to carry to bed eh?” You softly laughed.

“What? I could easily carry you! have done before, in fact who was it that carried you back 2 miles to the evac point that time in Bosnia when you sprained your ankle? Me” Price pointed both his thumbs back at himself triumphantly.

“I meant Kyle…”

“Oh…yeh he can take himself to bed…” Price chuckled as he got up from the couch stretching, his grey T-shirt lifting up to show his abdomen, a trail of dark auburn hair leading down past the waistband of his joggers and to his…

“You ok? zoned out there for a sec” Price was looking at you, his sleepy eyes searching for the planet you were on.

“Yeh...I'm good i'll wake him up while you put the fire out deal?” You got up from the couch and gently tapped Kyle on the shoulder.

“Kyle, time for bed…” You had to be gentle with him as Kyle was like you, any abrupt attempt to wake you up resulted in confusion, panic and always a fight.

You had a special way of dealing with each other, you each understood what the other needed when at their most vulnerable. When you didn’t get a response from him, you softly squeezed his hand rubbing your thumb on his palm, this was one of your secret ways of telling each other to wake up.

It worked Kyle opened his eyes slowly glancing around then at you, his anchoring point. He knew he was ok. Price looked on at your both, he admired the system you had both developed he knew all too well how being woken in a strange place could sometimes effect those in your kind of work.

“Time for bed Kyle”

“How long was I asleep?”

“About 2 hours lad, don’t worry I stopped her from drawing a dick on your face”

“Thanks, Cap uhhhh” Kyle stretched and handed you the blanket to fold and put away, you shook your head taking it always picking up after him you thought.

“You two go up I’m gonna lock up down here then ill be up in a bit like I said early start tomorrow nice walking trail then a Pub lunch on me” Price smiled at you. You let out a soft laugh, walking trail, pub lunch? Who was this man, either way you didn’t care you were enjoying it.

“Right I'm going up you coming Tank?” Kyle shuffled back out into the kitchen. “Night, Boss”

“Night, son”

You hesitated still holding the folded blanket, Price clocked you still standing there, making his way over he held out his hand for the blanket.

“I'll take that tar, what’s up not tired?”

Your body was shattered, but your mind was racing if only he knew what you had been thinking earlier in the shower what you had done what you had cried out? Would he tell you you’d crossed a line? Tell you that you were out of order and not to think of him that way? You would only ever be, could only ever be Captain and sergeant? Or would he say he had felt the same, had thought about you in every way, having you in every way? You realised you had been staring at the last few embers dancing in the fireplace when you felt him tug at the blanket.

“You must be tired second time you have spaced out on me? Go on get to bed, I’ve checked in the wardrobe and under the bed no monsters” He let out a chuckle as he turned to place the blanket over the back of the armchair.

“Yeh sorry, I’m knackered. Thanks again for dinner it was amazing didn’t know you had it in you!” You turned and made your way out of the snug and into the kitchen Price followed you close behind.

“Want me to help you lock up? I don’t mind” you were hovering now, just go to bed you thought! Price gave you a smile and shook his head.

“No, I’m ok locking up, like I said I’m gonna have a nightcap and a smoke”

It had just dawned on you since arriving he hadn’t smoked or had a cigar in his hand all day?

“I was just thinking I haven’t seen one cigar or ashtray, what’s up with that?”

“Don’t want the house smelling of cigar smoke, plus I’m trying to cut down” He ran his hand over his face, he looked tired you wanted to tell him to come to bed and not necessarily on his own. Stop now.

“I like the smell if I’m honest, I’ve got used to it over the years haha” the laugh was a nervous one, oh please just shut up and go to bed you told yourself he obviously wants some alone time to smoke and have a drink. Price laughed as he raised his eyebrows, so you didn’t mind the smell of his cigars eh?. He went round to the other side of the island grabbing his cigar box and a bottle of Macallan 18 he placed them on the counter and as he reached for two short glasses, he noticed you shuffling towards the double doors.

“I’m gonna head up, leave you to it, Night John” you gave him a little smile as you turned out into the hallway. Just the one glass then he thought.

“Night kid, sweet dreams…”

*********

2:30 am

You had been in and out of consciousness since getting in bed even though this bed was better than your own, the sheets were softer the pillows plumper you just couldn't fully switch off. You decided you were going to go downstairs and make yourself a tea Price had mentioned the different teabags he had bought for the weekend, maybe there was a camomile one? You knew it wouldn’t help. You knew what would, but you weren’t even going there. You made your way out of your room, it was a bit chilly but you chose to leave your hoodie in the room you would be back up in 10mins you thought.

You stopped outside Price’s room, would he be up? You listened for signs of movement, silence. You carried on down the stairs.

You opened the double doors slowly not wanting to make a sound you closed them silently behind you. The door to the snug shut, probably locked you thought. You switched the counter spotlights on and flip the kettle on grabbing your cup from the draining board and tried to remember where Price had said the flavored tea bags were. You decided to open all the cupboards you would find them eventually after you had opened nearly every one of them you remembered they weren’t in a cupboard they were in a draw!

“The draw next to the toaster!” You shouted by mistake, instantly slapping your hands over your mouth! The room to the snug creaked open. Shit.

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2:15 am

Price had been sat in the snug for longer than he had wanted to, he was more than halfway into the bottle of whisky and he had finished his cigar long ago, the embers now tiny flicks of light. His mind just wouldn’t stop no matter how many glasses he downed no matter how blurry his vision got. You. That’s all his mind was showing him. It had been replaying earlier in the rain over and over to him, you both crammed into the shelter, you pressed against him, his hands still gripping you tight. The look you had given him, the look that held him in a trance, then the way you had bitten your lip looking at him like you wanted him. He opened his eyes, he felt himself going hard again, he looked at his watch 2:15am no chance of being disturbed. He slid his hand into his pants pulling them down slightly freeing his cock from his boxer shorts. As he stroked himself slowly he imagined you sprawled out in his bed under him, you reaching out for him you wanted him, needed him like he needed you. Your skin soft and hot to the touch, he imagined himself slowly sinking into you till he was buried to the hilt, he gripped himself that little bit tighter as he pumped away, going that little bit faster as the images of you coming undone under him danced in his mind, he let his head fall back as he felt himself coming close

“Fuckkkkk…” he slurred as he whispered your name to himself……in his drunken lust he hadn’t heard the kettle boiling or the cupboards being ransacked…it wasn't until you had shouted did he snap back around realising he wasn’t alone anymore, he quickly pulled his pants up and tucked his still very hard erection into this waistband. Without thinking, he stood up and wandered over to the door, the drink giving him a false sense of sturdiness and coordination. Why was it that his mind was so clear just now imagining you, but now when you were just on the other side of the door in real life did it decide to cloud over in a whisky fuelled haze? He pulled the door open, finding you stood in the kitchen in just a baggy T-shirt. Christ.

“I'm so sorry Boss…I didn’t mean to shout…I couldn’t sleep and remember you had the herbal tea bags and then I couldn’t remember where you said they were and…”

Price walked over to you, the smell of cigar smoke and whisky filled your nose, was he drunk?

“Shtop, listennn dont worry bout it, kid its fineee”

He was drunk.

“How much have you had to drink?” You laughed as he leaned on the island facing you his arms behind him propping him up.

“A few but I’m okkkk” He was trying to act sober you could tell you had only seen him tipsy but never this drunk before. He was looking you up and down, god did he want you the bulge in his waistband straining against the fabric. His eyes fell to the T-shirt you had on even drunk he noticed that it wasn’t just any T-shirt it was one of his, it was the very same T-shirt he had been wearing under all his gear when you both had been shot, he could tell because there was a little hole on the shoulder. Without thinking again he reached forward poking his finger into it. The action took you by surprise as you could feel his fingertip brushing your scared tissue. He glanced down at you taking your hand in his an placed it on his chest under your fingertips you could feel the unmistakable bump of the same scar tissue. He rested his hand flat on top of yours and gave you that eye-crinkling smile. It caused your heart to flutter. You both stood for a few minutes in silence.

“I thought it would be funny…to wear my members-only T-shirt” you said softly as he let go of your hand.

“Nicee touch, I like it” he was really trying to sound sober. You hadn’t realised but he had closed the gap between you both as his hand was now resting on the sink behind you.

“How much have you had to drink?” You couldn’t help the little laugh as he closed his eyes, pretending to count.

“Don’t know, a few ha ha” he was concentrating on your face you must have been a blur to him. What was he doing? What were you doing?

“You know kidd I’ve bin meanin to get somethin off my chesttt” he looked away as if trying to muster the words. Was he really going to tell you how he had been feeling recently, how he thought something had changed between you? Before he could continue you placed your hand on his arm.

“Not now…let’s both get some sleep an wait till morning and if you still want to get it off your chest, we will talk how does that sound?”

He sighed you were right, even drunk he knew you were right and he would only balls up what he wanted to say anyway.

“Yeh your right, less talk in the mornin” Price dropped his head his face was a few inches from yours the smell of spilled whisky on his beard an the earthy cigar smoke on his tongue filled your lungs you wanted it to coat them. You rubbed little circles on his arm feeling the tight muscles under his skin, the little scars where the hair hadn’t grown back fully. You looked up at him, his head still bowed looking at the floor you studied his face the soft dark lashes that framed his dark blue eyes which were now staring at you.

“I’m sorry kid, shouldn’t let you see me like this ha ha not very Captain of me!”

You chuckled, looking out the window behind you.

“If anything it makes you more human to me, it shows your vulnerability John”

God he really did love you calling him by his name, he smiled at you.

“Right let's head up to bed, you first I’ll shut the doors behind me come on” you put your hand on his back to steer him towards the double doors opening then before he crashed through them.

“Easy!! Don’t want Kyle waking up as well”

He comically shushed himself as you closed the doors behind you both. You had to hold in the laugh or else you would have set him off.

In the dark you pushed him by the back up the stairs, to be honest, if he did fall back there wasn't much you would be able to do. You ushered him to his room, stepping in to turn on the bedside lamp so as to not blind the two of you. Price walked right past you and flopped into bed as he did he knocked over an empty glass on the side, luckily his room was carpeted so it only bounced and rolled under the bed, you looked over at him his huge mass nearly taking up the whole king size bed, but if you moved his arm you thought, there was a nice little spot just right for you to curl up in? Stop it.

“Right I'm off to bed are you going to be ok? I don’t need to put you in the recovery position, do I?” You leaned over him just to check.

“I'll be fine…get in bed…” he had an arm over his eyes, shielding them from the light. You contemplated just getting in next to him, for his safety in case he swallowed his tongue? But thought best not in case Kyle woke to find you walking across the landing back to your room. Turning the light off, you bent down to pick the glass up from underneath his bed.

“I'm going, night John…sweet dreams” you smiled up at him as you found the glass, but something was underneath it, something silky. You pulled it out along with the glass.

Once from under the bed you knew exactly what it was, it was a pair of black silk knickers. You felt as though a hole had been punched through your gut and hollowed out. You looked down at them the bile rising in your chest. “you and Kyle are the first real guests I had since getting the place liveable” the words taunting in your head. “Well, I haven’t been totally alone…remember that Doc from Ireland? She’s been up to see the house it wasn’t finished not even watertight, but she came for a visit,”

Had he lied to you? Yeh, he had lied to you. You could feel yourself getting angry, but you didn’t really have a right to be jealous of him…sleeping with another woman…he wasn't yours…he was just your Captain wasn't he? But it was more that he had lied and also it was probably with that stupid bitch doctor. That thought stung like a thorn in your side. You felt like a silly little girl. Is that how he saw you? Call you friend but keep you closer…keep you on a short leash, close to him, his little toy Tank?

You put them back where you had found them, and placed the glass on the side and made your way to the door.

“Night, love, sweet dreams”

“Night John”

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carlgrimesloverr · 1 year

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domesticity

aaron hotchner x fem!wife reader

summary : aaron wasn’t always the doting husband, and jack wasn’t always the sweet son- but somewhere along the line they became just that

takes place during : literally anytime you want after haley dies (i like imagining it’s s7 hotch)

warnings : none, it’s literally just fluff 🤧

word count : 396

it was late. far later then you should be up. but you promised jack he could stay awake until aaron returned home. that was supposed to be three hours ago, and now it was one in the morning and you stood there groggily making bagel bites for your lovely son.

five minutes after the snack was ready, hotch burst through the door, breath heavy as if he had just ran up from the driveway into the small house.

you had moved about two years ago out of hotch’s apartment, finally ready to let go of all the horrors that had gone down there. you decided to move into your childhood home, your parents eagerly ready to part with it and move somewhere warm - like florida.

there was something so soothing to hotch about living in your childhood home. he loved the way he could finally see into your life before you met. hotch was so ready to settle down again, maybe try to re-start the family he attempted to build with haley.

you loved watching aaron sit down at the counter and smile as jack rambled on about your long day. how he had a soccer tournament, and it’s ok that his dad missed it because you were there- and he actually called you his mom. you were ready to cry. then, you two went home and watched two harry potter movies (you now only had the deathly hallows pt 1 + 2, but you promised aaron you’d watch those with him), and then you settled down for the long haul of waiting. jack would never admit that he fell asleep only half an hour before hotch arrived, he boasted that he lasted the whole night.

somewhere along the line, and you definitely weren’t sure when, being aaron hotchners little best friend turned into being his wife. somewhere along the line, jack not even wanting to look you in the eyes became him falling asleep on your chest. and somewhere along the line, tough aaron hotchner who slept in his office and wouldn’t open up became soft, sweet aaron, who’d sleep in late on sunday’s only for jack to pounce on him, and would come home after an unusual disturbing case and just hold you. the wild hotchner you had first met became the domestic aaron who you fell in love with.

#aaron hotchner #aaron hotch fluff #domestic aaron hotchner #aaron hotch imagine #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotch fanfiction #aaron hotch fic #aaron hotch x you #jack hotchner #agent hotchner #ssa hotchner #hotchner x reader #x reader #fanfiction #fanfic #criminal minds #fluff

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lovejosephquinn · 2 years

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Request are open?! Alrighty....

How about a headcannon of Joe x Reader about their domestic lives?! Cooking dinner together (I firmly believe that Joe tends to burn his finger on a hot pan), watching TV, cuddling in bed and playing/ fondling with his curls?

I NEED THE FLUFF.

thanks ❤️

Oml this is perfect

I decided to do a blurb of the cooking part over a headcannon because I just had the perfect vision of Joe and reader in my head when you mentioned him burning his finger, sorry if I ruined your idea 😶

Thank you for your request and sorry for the delay in answering you x

Your favourite past time was cooking and Joe had insisted on helping you with dinner tonight, but you knew it would only cause frustration him being in the way.

Then the pan hit the floor.

Your eyes had magically shut tight from the clatter, but also that you knew when you heard him squeal that you'd proved yourself correct of preferring to prepare dinner alone. Joe practically leaped to the other side of the kitchen, all sorts of profanities flying off his tongue. You turn slowly from where you were stood, opening your eyes, darting to the floor and then back to your boyfriend blowing on his finger.

"Oh for goodness' sake what have you done now?"

"The pan did it not me." Joe screeched in over dramatic agony as he flew over to the sink and ran his finger straight under the cold tap.

You left the mess be for a minute. "Let me see it."

He held it out to you, the tiniest blister forming on the pad of his index finger. "How can you blame an object?" you blurt out in a sarcastic tone of laughter, watching as he bites his lip over the tiniest of burns, absolute drama queen.

"Well, it was just there, I went to grab it to drain the water and it decided to burn me." Of course it did.

"Maybe it's better described as watching what you're doing" you point over at the tv "and not gawking at that whilst you do."

Joe's eyes immediately fell into his puppy like state watching you as you sighed down at the fallen contents on the floor. The potatoes were pretty much boiled thankfully, so you picked them up and put them back into the pan, grabbing a mop and wiping down the water that had splashed all over.

You released a heavy sigh as you stood back up, putting the pan back onto an unused hob so you could begin to mash them. "Are you ok?"

"Yeah, I'm sorry love, I thought I was doing good." He came up behind you, wrapping his arms around you, his tall frame towering over you as you relaxed into the front of him.

"Maybe I'll just finish it off, you go sit down, you clearly can't be trusted with a pan of potatoes, can you?" Joe laughed as he leaned down and planted a kiss firmly on your cheek.

"That's exactly what my mum used to say to me when I was younger."

"Then maybe you'd have thought to listen to her, Mr Helpful, somethings clearly never change."

Joe nudged his nose into your cheek, the clear insinuation that he wanted your attention for one more second. You span yourself round to face him and he batted his eye lashes at you whilst you placed your hands onto his chest, Joe leaned down and pecked you on the lips. "Mm.." He kissed you again. "Mmmmm." You pushed him away, snorting slightly at his adorable attempts to keep him around longer.

"I won't tell you again." You warned playfully as Joe smirked.

"Funny, she used to say that too."

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archie-sunshine · 5 months

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So, What Now?(Rehabili/Cohabi-tation)

Chapter 5: In Which A Movie is Best Enjoyed with Others

FIC TAGS: Eventual Whirl/Cyclonus/Tailgate, Cyclonus/Tailgate, polyamory, slowburn romance, mutual pining, slice of life, fluff, comedy, eventual smut(planned for later chapters), sappy mushy lovey stuff, polycue

The Lost Light has a brand new universe to explore! But everyone's still tired from the old one! In the interim between wacky hijinks, a solution is offered to those bored to death by peacetime- Why form a club about it or renovate your hab suite of course!

Whirl doesn't know how he feels about all the pep. And even worse, he doesn't know how to feel about Cyclonus and Tailgate wanting him to join in on their clean slate.

Other Chapters here! Read on AO3 here!

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Author's Notes: Ok this one gets really really mushy but this is a treat for ME okay. I cannot stress the importance of domesticity in this fanfic. I also read the entire breakfast club script for this fanfic bc i didnt have time to watch the movie straight, and I've concluded that whirl would absolutely be a John Bender kinnie and you can't tell me otherwise, sorry.

CHAPTER TAGS: Movie night, cuddling, canoodling, whirl getting way too worked up in his own head about affection, background Chromedome/Rewind, swerve is also there

The spritzers continued to be awful. Tailgate must have tried a dozen different ratios trying to get them right, and each one was uniquely bad.

Rewind cringed at the flavour of the latest one, scrunching up his optics. “Oh man- Tailgate, buddy, what in the name of Primus did engex do to you to make you do this to it!?” He cackled, leaning back against the sofa.

Tailgate moaned in anguish. “I’m TRYING!!! I don’t know what I’m doing wrong!!” He let out a heavy ex vent, reaching for the near empty bottle of engex.

Cyclonus placed a servo on Tailgate’s forearm. “Alright, lets give it a rest. How about we just have some normal energon.”

“Yeah, you’ve got that sweet flavoured stuff, don’t you?” Whirl observed, swishing the half drunk spritzer- attempt #6- in its cube.

“Oh yeah! Hold on- Slag- I’m out of cubes…” He mumbled, climbing down off his bar stool and wandering to the table to gather up the leftover cubes from their escapades in engex consumption.

“I could borrow some out of our hab, if you like?” Rewind offered, sitting up.

“Oh yeah? Oh-! How about we make an event of it, we could invite some folks over, maybe watch a few holovids?” Tailgate proposed, dumping the leftover spritzer’d engex down the trash chute.

“Maybe if we invite Swerve over we could even have a chance at a palatable cocktail or two.” Whirl teased, earning an offended look from the minibot.

“I’ve just comm’d domey, he’s on his way with some cubes.” Rewind said.

“Perfect, I’ll bug Swerve as well!” Tailgate added.

It was only when the two other bots arrived that Whirl realized he had once again been roped into a night at Cyclonus and Tailgate’s hab suite. He glanced around, dimly noting Chromedome and Rewind greeting each other with as close to a kiss as their mouthpieces could allow. Swerve was making a beeline to Tailgate, accepting a spritzer from him with a warm grin as he held up a datastick and began to ramble about the ‘vid they were planning on watching.

The newly reunited couple glanced around for a spot to sit. Whirl offered up his seat, shifting to the sofa next to Cyclonus. He leaned in a bit to whisper in his audial.

“This is all part of your plan isn’t it?” He hissed.

Cyclonus didn’t turn to face him. “What are you talking about?”

Whirl continued to stare at him.

“You’re complaining about spending time with myself and Tailgate?”

“N- I didn’t say that-” Whirl stammered.

“Then relax.” Cyclonus murmured, raising a brow ridge.

Whirl leaned back into the couch with a huff, folding his arms and starting to scoot down towards the opposite end of the couch. Swerve came down in his spot before he could shift fully. Whirl grunted, putting his pedes up on the table as Tailgate squeezed in between himself and Cyclonus.

Swerve had climbed up onto the back of the couch, reaching up to the holoprojector hanging from the ceiling. “Alright, I promised an unequivocal banger for tonight, and I swear you all are not gonna be disappointed.” He stood on the tips of his pedes, inserting the data slug into the side of the projector as it began to power on. “My dear mechs, I present to you, the human masterpiece, The Breakfast Club.”

“I don’t get it, so the punishment for them is just to sit quietly in a library?” Whirl muttered.

“I guess humans are just a bit more fragile, no hard labour punishments or anything?” Tailgate whispered.

On screen, the human with the visor- Bender?- did something kind of crude and gross.

Whirl laughed quietly. “I like this kid, sorta nasty.”

“Oh yea, bender’s a total card, you’re gonna love him.” Swerve confirmed through an intake full of energon crisps.

“Yeesh, there's so much angst here, is it true that humans are like this for like a fifth of their lifetime?” Chromedome asked, cringing a bit at the dramatics.

“We know some people who have been like this for milenia, I think we can give humans their 8 to 10 years of it.” Rewind shrugged.

“Shhhh, I’m tryna watch!” Whirl hissed, before immediately once again giggling at the human’s antics.

The whole room had gone silent. There’s a long, tense moment, something between the five of them, younger humans all shouting out their feelings and thoughts.

Usually it would make Whirl die of boredom. But there was a tiny white servo wrapped around one of his claws. He didn’t have the tanks to look down, but it felt like his servos were on the verge of burning off. He didn’t understand it, he had plenty of friends, knew plenty of people, but there was just something about him that put them off from making contact. Sure, the occasional pat on the back plate, maybe a handshake, but more often a slap or kick.

His servo was so small- Tailgates that is- but it was ruddy, paint chipped in places and painted back over, digits not so dextrous but round and gentle. When the humans on screen did something surprising, something that shocked and awed the little bot, he squeezed, just a bit too tight around Whirl’s claw.

If that wasn’t bad enough, Cyclonus had absently reached an arm around Tailgate’s shoulders, meaning to hold the minibot closer, but as he did, he’d managed to sandwich his servo between the two of them. Whirl could feel every movement as Cyclonus fondly stroked Tailgate’s tire with one of his digits, the feeling mirrored against Whirl’s upper arm.

He hadn’t realized how long it had been since anyone had been so gentle with him, even inadvertently so. Well, he could remember one notable outlier, being sat upon the same couch as he had been during the previous incident.

Whirl had never felt so tense.

He glanced down at the mostly full engex cocktail in his other servo. A long curly straw stuck out of it, perfect for his odd and inopportune intake. There was ample supply of straws in the couple’s unit, given Tailgate’s similar situation. He chased the straw around with his intake, beginning a long sip as the teen angst filled the air.

The movie was so stupid, it didn’t even make sense, half the things out of their mouths were completely lost on Whirl. All about parents and school and cliques. He supposed if he looked at it from a different angle he might understand it better, but it was also. Sort of hard to focus.

The long haired mech on screen had started shouting, so suddenly that Tailgate had jolted, his servo turning to a vice grip around Whirl’s claw. Whirl swallowed a wince, closing his servo around Tailgate’s and squeezing gently to try and convince him to ease off.

His digits unclenched almost absently as Tailgate resettled, now leaning his helm against Whirl’s arm. The taller mech’s processor felt fuzzy and hot, his optic crackling just a bit as he stubbornly focussed his gaze ahead to not pay attention to the minibot cuddling against his side.

These feelings that had been growing in him over the past cycles were foreign, alien. They felt wrong, tight in his chassis like his spark was jerked out of place. He wasn’t supposed to feel this way, he wasn’t supposed to feel at all. They felt distant, like a foreign body or a parasite gnawing at his spark. He wanted them to leave him, return him back to that emptiness that he’d grown to know.

He slumped down a bit where he was sitting.

Nothing fit right in him anymore, chaos felt more like control than this peace.

He hesitated for a moment, turning his optic briefly to peek at Tailgate and Cyclonus. Cyclonus’s digits had left Tailgate’s tire, now absently brushing along the edge of Whirl’s shoulder pad. It must have been an accident.

There was a moment of silence on screen, just before the actors began to talk again.

Whirl leaned his helm awkwardly onto Tailgates. He could feel the minibot jolt for the barest moment before relaxing. Cyclonus’s digits found the back of Whirl’s neck and hesitantly rested there.

The room was dark, save for the holoscreen’s light. He knew that the others could obviously see them, somewhere in the back of his mind it occurred to him.

But he could pretend. He could pretend there was a moment of intimate privacy between the three of them. It felt like there were only the three of them in the universe to Whirl at least.

He let out a quiet vent, letting the tension leave him.

… This movie was stupid.

“...Sincerely yours, The Breakfast Club.”

“Man… These humans, they’re like… Crazy good at this.” Swerve mumbled. “Got me all moved and slag.”

“I dunno, I think I liked the other ones better, that long one with the four old femmes?” Chromedome asked.

“The Golden Girls is not a movie, it’s a tv show!” Swerve balked.

“Ohhhh… I figured it was a bit long for a single holovid…” Chrome dome mused, turning his attention to Rewind. “I was wondering why it was taking so long to finish.”

“You were determined though, got through a whole season before questioning it.” The minibot laughed, climbing out of his conjunx’s lap and helping him up. “Thanks for the movie, Swerve, and thanks for hosting you two! It was nice to not be the projector this time.”

The pair gathered up their empty energon cubes from the table and began to make their way out of the unit.

“Thanks for attending.” Cyclonus said warmly, offering a crooked smile.

“Yeah, come by anytime!” Tailgate chirped.

As Swerve got up to leave as well, Whirl finally became acutely aware of how entangled he’d become with the remaining couple. He began to wriggle his arm free from Tailgate, who glanced up at him as he let him go.

“Take care, Swerve.” Cyclonus said. Swerve waved goodbye and trotted through the open unit door. It closed behind him with a quiet whoosh.

“That was nice, wasn’t it?” Tailgate sighed, shifting to lean against Cyclonus as Whirl shuffled away down the couch.

“Yeah, it’s been a bit since we had a holovid night.” Whirl mused, claw absently rubbing at the back of his neck where Cyclonus had placed his servo.

The odd tense feeling had returned, layered with that warmth as Whirl gazed at the couple. He fought for the right words to say, some suave or aloof way to say he’d be leaving again. The two of them just looked at him, almost expectantly- or maybe disappointedly- waiting for his excuse. He could see that twinge- he acted obtuse but he could see them prepare for the sting. He couldn’t pretend it was relief anymore. He opened and shut his claws. His vents felt choked and stilted. The engex he’d drunk wasn’t close to enough for an excuse for this.

“... Listen- I… I don’t get why it's such a big deal or whatever to you- that I’m by myself so much-” He started, standing up off the couch. He couldn’t look at them. “It’s- It’s not a problem like you think-” He risked a glance at them.

It was a mistake. Tailgate’s face had fallen a bit, looking at his own servos and fidgeting a little. Cyclonus’s face was unreadable, all warmth pushed back, blazing red optics intense with the effort of concealment.

Whirl’s vocalizer felt choked. His voice wouldn’t start up no matter how he cycled it.

This is stupid, why was he doing this? Why didn’t he just run?

“B-...But if its important to you-” He began stiltedly. “... I guess- maybe-... Like I wouldn’t mind-... We’re already going to those clubs and all-”

What was he saying- WHAT WAS HE SAYING??!

“I GUESS I could-.. Y’know… move in. Sometime.” He cleared his vocalizer again, kicking his pedes against the floor. Suddenly the wall directly behind the two of them seemed so interesting.

He waited for the door to slam on him, waited for the rug to come out from under him, waited for a curse or a jeer or a denial.

He dimly heard the two of them shift. He turned his helm away just in time for Cyclonus’s servo on his shoulder to surprise him.

“I’m happy to hear that.” Cyclonus said stiffly. Whirl turned back to face him. That mask of apathy was still there, but shifted. There was a softness in his optics that made them look less like the red of fire and more like a far off sunrise.

He nearly jumped out of his plating when Tailgate let out a happy trill and wrapped his arms tight around either mech’s hips. “Ohhh, Whirrrlll!!! I’m so glad!!” He cheered, squeezing the two of them to his chassis tenderly- oh- a bit too- OW-

“Ah- my love-” Cyclonus gritted out.

“You’re gonna- TAILGATE- YOU’RE CRUSHING M-ME-” Whirl croaked out-

“OHGOD IMSORRY!” Tailgate squeaked, releasing them. Whirl glanced down at the incredibly pronounced digit marks now dented into his thigh plating. The same marks were mirrored on Cyclonus’s hip armour.

Whirl began to laugh, almost involuntarily at the ridiculousness of it all. He couldn’t help it, none of this made sense anymore.

“I’m sorry-!! I didn’t mean to-” Tailgate fussed. Cyclonus’s chassis and shoulders began to quiver, faceplate twisting to hold back a smile.

Whirl’s optic scrunched as his laugh grew louder, Cyclonus joining him as it rumbled out of his chest. Tailgate glanced between them, bewildered, and began to laugh as well, again wrapping them in a warm hug, this time more gently than the last.

The world felt warm. Whirl didn’t fully know why he’d agreed, he swore he was about to turn them down properly. But he was just crazy enough to chase that feeling, instead of running like every bit of him told him to.

He could figure it all out later. He wanted to savour this.

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I heard ur in need of requests so I shall shower u in some lmaooo

Ok this is very random but I love taking pics of my friends like a mom does and I was wondering if I could request reader doing the same for Eddie aka riddler aka poor meow meow and just showering him with compliments

ahHHH okay i love this so much, like what if they were doing sweet household domestic things like baking HAHSGDJDKSH ,, i’d imagine the picture would look similar to those polaroids HHHHH he’s such a little cute meow meow i’m sorry this took a while but it’s here it is :3

smile for me! || edward nashton

edward nashton x reader fluff

warnings: none! just eddie being a little meow meow

synopsis: baking cookies with the cutest boy eddie :3

word count: 564

you two were on your couch, laying with eddie’s head resting on your chest. you looked down to see him letting out quiet snores, baking must have tuckered him out! you ran your fingers through his soft brown hair, pressing kisses to his head every so often. the timer on your phone chimed as eddie quickly lifted his head and glanced up at you in shock. “the cookies are ready!” you whispered to him, he got up and you ran over to the oven in the kitchen. eddie paused the movie you two were watching and quickly follows behind you, just as excited.

you peaked into the oven to see how they looked. “oh eddie they look so good! can you take them out for me please?” you asked, smiling to him as he watched you with admiration in his sleepy eyes. he loved when you got so excited, seeing you burst with joy made his heart flutter with infatuation. you flashed him a smile as you handed him the grey oven mitts.

“of course i can, sweetheart.” he takes the mitts from your hands and pulls them on. he lowers the oven door and grabs the hot baking tray from the oven. he attempted to put them on the top of the stove when you stopped him, “wait baby, smile for me!” he looked over at you to see you had your phone out, ready to take a picture of him. he closed his eyes and chuckled, giving you that goofy smile you loved while holding the pan out.

you snapped a couple pictures, giggling at them. he placed the sheet down on the stove, taking the mitts off and placing them on the counter. he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you in from your side. “can i see the pictures?” he asked as he leaned his head on your shoulder. you opened your camera roll to display all the pictures you took during the baking process and then his silly little pose with the cookies.

“these ones are my favourite!” you showed him the last pictures, a big smile plastered on his face. “you’re so pretty.” you smiled as you leaned your head on his, his cheeks turned a tinted pink, pushing his face into the crook of your neck. “really?.” he asked with a light giggle. “yes! seriously, you’re the cutest thing ever!” you giggled as you heard him whine in your neck.

you looked over to him on your shoulder, “c’mon baby, let’s get some cookies and keep watching the movie!” you slid your phone into the pocket on your green sweatpants and wrapped your arm around his frame. he nodded, pulling his face away from your neck and watched you as you placed cookies on a plate for the both of you, completely in awe of you. you both made your way back to the couch, eddie trailing behind as he held your free hand.

you laid back on the couch as you patted your chest, signalling him to continue the position you two were in earlier. his hands moving in excitement, he laid on the couch with you, placing his head on your chest as you grabbed a cookie from the plate on the coffee table. eddie felt at peace, grinning like an idiot. he felt so much love for you, slowly drifting back to sleep.

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ajdhskfhdj i love my little meow meow i wrote him as such a little baby in this oops ,, i hope u liked it anon!! ty for requesting :3

i’m still totally open to any requests !! lmk what u wanna see !! ty for reading ! 🖤🍄🧚🏻

#talkin w/ anon #edward nashton #i love my little riddle boy :3 #edward nashton x reader #edward nashton fluff #paul dano x reader #paul dano #dano riddler #the riddler #batman (2022)#smellydanowrites

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nelapanela94 · 1 year

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY @yakaaamoz this one is for you!!!

EVERYONE SEND BIRTHDAY WISHES TO MIA!!

WC: 2k

TW: fluff, domestic fluff, post war, a smidge of smut (nothing explicit)

You and Levi celebrating your first Valentine's Day after the war.

Dot, dot.

“Levi, you’re too slow!” you chrip and wedge between him and the railing, making the five-story building rumble with your zing and agitation.

He’s left alone, amid the flight of stairs between the first and second floor, with the lingering clatter of your boots. Grumbling, he rolls the eyes, fixes his hat and hobbles after, his hand tightening around the handle of the walking aid. He meets the startled neighbor from the 201 and nods apologetically. “Sorry, but it’s the last episode.” Levi shrugs.

“It’s ok.” The man chortles. “My mother loves that play too.” A cigarette dangles from his lips. He shoves his hand into his pockets and climbs down the stairs. “Good evening, Mr. Ackerman.”

You stumble into your apartment, scuff off your shoes, tripping and clinging to the wall. A gush of pain blows up in your toe, and you curse at the coffee table for happening to be in the middle of the living room. You don’t have time to cry, anyway; the pendulum keeps swaying; the seconds tick. You plunge on your knees before the intricately carved wooden box, and static crackles as you turn the dial, the tiny red line moving back and forth between the numbers, the scratchy noise vexing and probing your patience.

Finally, the sultry voice that gives life to Werner Fischer hones in the last scene of yesterday’s episode and, splaying a hand on your chest, you heave a sigh of relief. You huddle on the couch and stretch your wool sweater over your knees, expectant. Tonight, Sarah will choose between her fiancé Werner, the wealthy, extremely good-looking and perfect future son-in-law, or Thomas Meyer, her family’s gamekeeper, and the love of her life since they were fifteen.

The notes of the Wedding March purl in, and Sarah’s journey to the altar commences.

“No, Sarah, don’t.” You mumble, clenching the hem of your sweater and biting your lips. Meanwhile, Thomas is waiting at the train station. Steam hoots, people blather, iron wheels hurtle by and screech. A letter rumples in his hand.

The door thuds and the foyer lights flicker to life. Levi takes his time. He hooks the cane on the nail, then shimmies off his trench, his jacket and slips them on the branches of the tree-like hanger. Then his hat and runs his fingers through his hair. His spine cracks as he groans down onto the bench.

Maybe he is getting old.

But aren’t the forties supposed to be the new thirties? That’s what the guy in the hair dye add says.

Deliberately, he takes off his shoes, fishes yours with his toes and pushes both pairs under the seat where they belong.

That goddamn play has become your new vice and sometimes he regrets buying the damn radio for your last birthday. Nah. He loves seeing you smile. He’ll never forget the spark in your eyes when music blared into the house for the first time, and you beckon him to the dance floor even though he was still doomed to the wheelchair. The candid and carefree way you react to the small things in life fascinates him.

He limps to the kitchen, ties the apron on and rummages through the scanty content in the fridge, diving into the drawer of forgotten veggies where your attempts for a healthy lifestyle lie.

The box of chocolate bars rests in plain sight.

He unwraps one, furtive enough to go unnoticed by the acute ears of a telegraphist. Even though you’re too absorbed in the play, he cranes his head over his shoulder, squinting. Nothing. You’re rocking with apprehension, riveted to the radio.

The bomb of textures and flavors explodes in his mouth, the chewiness of the caramel mates immaculately with the crunchiness of the wafer.

The foil falls into the bin, and he wipes his fingers clean.

The heater hums; the windows rattle with the sharp and crispy wind.

Onions, tomatoes, garlic; mouth-watering sizzling. Through the chop chop chop, he strains his ears to catch the final scenes. Though predictable, like your romance novels, he’s engaged in the plot too, listening in secrecy while making dinner. Now Sarah runs across the town in her hefty wedding gown, crossing her fingers for Thomas not to hop in that train. He leans over the countertop, scrapes the cutting board into the pan, his hand threatening to solder to the knife handle.

The trains whistles to depart, and Sarah’s harrowing pleads stop the machine.

You’re clapping and sniffling and wiping your tears; your nails most likely reduced to the roots.

And they lived happy ever after.

“Did you like it, Levi?” You chime from the living room, stoking the coals in the fireplace.

Shit.

You turn off the radio and pad on your kitty socks to the kitchen, your eyes red and swollen and the hem of your sleeves tinted in a darker shade of taupe. “Next week starts a new one, we should listen together,” you say, flitting like a hummingbird from pantry to pantry to spoil dinner.

“I’m not into that crap.”

You raise a brow, hands hooked at your hips.

“I wasn’t.” he grunts, and your peck on his cheek softens him.

You stride around him, filching a chunk of carrot, sniffing the sauté, and turn toward the fridge, while Levi rakes an excuse in his head he’ll need for when war drops the question mark.

“Levi! That was the last one!” you pout.

But he shrugs and sighs, bullet-resistant to your whining. “You said you wanted to lose some pounds; I was helping.”

“You’re saying I’m fat.” Your jaw drops to the floor.

He opens his mouth to concoct his defense and closes it immediately, sewing his lips into a thin line before he, involuntarily, wreaks havoc in your kitchen. He knows that whatever he says, you’ll twist his words against him, transmute them into a dagger. One doesn’t fight battles that are already lost.

Levi surrenders, turns around, and you trap him in your arms, pressed between your body and the granite edge. No time to hunker down in the trench. You kiss him, slipping your tongue in his mouth, unannounced, cajoling sweet sounds and little grunts, savoring him; his not so shy hands teasing with the hem of your sweater.

You pull apart, holding down his hands, his lips dewy and pink, his eyes glazed with endearment. “You taste good,” you purr against his lips, running your fingers through his hair, some strands dusted with the white of age.

Dot, dash, dot, dot. Dash, dash, dash. Dot, dot, dot, dash. Dot.

In the pot, water burbles to a boil, the ring of blue fire fizzing. You prattle about your day, tangling and combing out his soul with your sweet voice.

☺

He lids the leftovers of the stew, and you help him to the couch. He snuggles in your arms, in his safe place, his ear pressed on your heartbeats. His solace and reassurance. His purpose. His beacon.

You caress his hair, fondly, with the adoration of a devotee raising their palms in hallelujah.

“Levi.” You whisper.

“uh?”

“Do you want to be my Valentine?”

“You’re what?”

“Valentine.”

He raises his head, scanning your face. “What is a Valentine?”

“I’m not so sure.” You tap a finger on your chin, gazing up and blushing. “I heard the girls in the office blathering about chocolates and roses, but I was too embarrassed to ask. It seems they celebrate love, the fourteenth.”

Levi ponders. Now it makes sense why so many lovey-dovey mawkish couples have been swarming the tea shop since the beginning of the month. Does he look that dumb when he’s staring at you?

He jots in his head to have Gabi and Falco garland the shop with red and white.

He smiles. “I’ll be your Valentine. Whatever that means.”

Your eyes glint, and you plant kisses on his head. Rosemary sheds from his hair.

☺

You tear off the 13th from the calendar; but the elation soon dwindles.

The restaurants are bursting at the seams. At Montolivo, the line snakes around the block, and Levi’s gammy leg is giving up. The wind blows slashing your cheeks, and people’s breaths amass in a cloud.

“I’m sorry, Levi.” You mutter halfheartedly and disappointed, “I should’ve made a reservation.”

He winds an arm over your shoulders for support, “and I should’ve brought the damn chair.”

After the war time rolls by leisurely. You take your time, shamble down the street festooned in red hearts, the throngs splitting to give you way. Matching coats and scarves. There’s nothing else to worry about other than what you’re going to eat for lunch.

A little boy, around eight with his hair slick-parted to the side, stops before you and hands you a rose. You know him. Every Friday, he and his mother place a message for his father who works at a mine two hundred miles to the west.

“You’re pretty,” he mumbles. His plump cheeks flush, his hands tethered behind his back. He scuffs a foot on the pavement as you pat his head. “You’re so sweet, Matty. Thank you. Happy Valentine for you too.” You bend and drop a kiss on his head, and all his face heats with red.

“Who is that?” He points at Levi, both glowering at each other.

Her official Valentine. Brat. But Levi bites his tongue before he screws up and ends up sleeping in the couch tonight. Thankfully, Mrs. Russo saves the day. She calls Matty and he waves goodbye to you, before slithering through the crowd.

Jewelry stores gleam; marbled chocolate truffles are dusted with gold. The air is dense with the perfume of roses, and beams of sun pierce the mantle of clouds like search lights.

“Let’s grab a large pepperoni. There’s a Malbec waiting for a special occasion at home.” You come up with a quick plan as your stomach grumbles in reproach.

Why do we wait for special dates to use the good stuff? Life slips through our fingers as we wait for the right moment, and then it is too late.

You eat the cheap greasy pizza on the finest china that had never seen the daylight, sloshing a glass of wine back and forth, laughing between hiccups. The gramophone’s flower spills the chords of Debussy and fills every corner of your home.

Home.

You and him.

You eat in silence, with the notes climbing and swirling down in the comfortable kind of silence lovers share.

“Some fresh moon flesh, my sweet valentine?” He opens his mouth, and you stick a wedge of soft camembert. The runny interior, smooth and silky against the pleasantly bitter rind. There’s always a wheel around; you just cannot have enough cheese. “Wine burns fat.” You always say and pour to the last drop. Levi’s cheeks flush, his dimple at full display, crow feet wrinkling the corners of his eyes. He’s mellowed with time.

The cardboard box is blotted with cheese, bestrewn with dried oregano and dough crumbs. In the middle you place a can, the expiration date says it’s fine, but the label has been ripped. It could be anything: beans, sweet corn or spaghetti o’s. You cross your fingers for it to be something sweet.

You find out together. With the tip of a knife, you flick the lid open, and Levi smiles. “Peaches?”

“Peaches.”

You dip two fingers in, tow one slippery half, and nab it, humming with delight, the sugary juice dripping on your hand. Levi laughs, shaking his head and follows you. Sunrise sliding down his throat.

Sweet shops and pastry shops were overflowing with lovers you couldn’t wrest out a slice of pie.

“I’ll do the dishes later,” you say as your pile up the plates in the sink. But you’ll forget and Levi will do the washing up.

You give him a hand and haul him to his feet, then turn around, and he wraps his arms around you, his chest against your back. “Ready?” You clasp your hands on his, holding tight.

“Yes.”

The fireplace crackles, sputtering fire flakes, the flickering glow lapping your naked bodies in bronze. Intertwined like Sinding’s lovers. He presses down into you, your belly flat on the carpet, your name falling in whispers onto your hair.

Writhing and panting. He kisses the spot under your ear, his fingers stroking the knobs of your spine. The rose feels shy and jealous, and her petals unfurl toward the window.

Dash, dot, dash, dash. Dash, dash, dash. Dot, dot, dash.

He taps a sequence of dots and dashes on your shoulder. And you smile. All week you’ve been encoding, sending, and decoding the same array for strangers. Three words, eight letters. Twelve short beeps, twelve long beeps, strung in a pattern that’s already carved in your head.

“I love you too, Levi,” you breathe, your body quivering with pure bliss.

His hand finds yours, wedding bands glinting, and he gives you a squeeze.

You are his safe place, his quiet corner, his sweet surrender. You two are the best love story. Better than any cheesy radio play.

And he mutters, “I want to be your valentine forever.”

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