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[masivechaos]

FAMILY LINE

post azkaban! sirius black x fem! reader

Request: yes / no

see the request!

Synopsis: Sirius has to stay at Grimmauld place and it brings back old memories

Warning/content: talking about an abusive childhood, kissing, my english

a.n.: 0.7k words - family line by conan gray! sorry this is short, hope you still like it :)

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“Sirius?” you asked softly.

The man blinked, returning to reality, a smile finding its way to his lips quickly “Yes?”

“Are you okay?” you tucked a stray strand of hair behind his ear carefully, talking quietly, not wanting to scare him. He was staring at the family tree, his fingers tracing the burn where his face was supposed to be.

He nodded, forcing himself to look at you, he didn’t want to alarm you. You cupped his face with your hands “Sirius… Tell me what’s up…”

The last years were complicated and full of emotions. In a matter of a few months, you discovered your first love wasn’t the murderer you thought he was and your best friend was actually alive and a traitor.

And now Sirius had to live in the house he grew up in, in the house responsible for all his cries and sorrows, in the house his parents raised him but forgot to love him in the process. You felt like he was a scared child again.

He never told you in detail what happened here but you could see the way he was staring at the walls when no one was watching.

Sirius’ eyebrows furrowed “I- I’m fine” He always told you he was good at lying and it was true except that you were used to it now and could read him like an open book. You guest he picked up this ability from his mother who probably was the number one manipulator you knew. But Sirius wasn’t mean, he was, in fact, the kindest person you’ve ever met and it made you feel good that even after thirteen years of jail you could feel his lies, after all this time you still knew him like you used to.

“No, you’re not,” you rested your forehead against his.

“I don’t like it here,” he finally said. “I managed my way out of this and now- now I’m here again.”

Without even thinking you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into you, giving him as much warmth and comfort as possible. “But they are not here anymore. No one is going to hurt you”

“I know…” you heard his voice break. You pulled away just enough to see his grey eyes. That’s the moment you remembered how much he hated them. He said it was the same as his father’s. But all you saw was that the moon seemed to have settled in his eyes and you had a chance to look at it every time you gaze at him.

“But even if they’re both dead, I can’t seem to forget what they did. And I hate that they thought I wouldn’t understand. I was a kid but I wasn’t clueless.”

Sirius took a deep breath that broke your heart “If they loved me they wouldn’t have done this to me” You didn’t speak, it seemed like he needed to let it out. “When I was in Azkaban, there was a moment I felt like I was insane, I was finally like them.” He let out an awkward laugh.

“Sirius,...” you sighed as you softly stroked his cheek with your thumb “You’re not like them.”

“I am.”

“You’re not.” You kissed Sirius’ lips and you could feel him relax slightly “You will never hurt anyone… You’d never hurt anyone. Even after all they did, you stayed the same.”

Sirius fled your gaze shyly, “You…,” he wet his lips uncomfortably, “You really mean it?” he said quietly and in front you he became an insecure child again. Eyes big and wide asking you if nothing was wrong with him.

“I do, Sirius.” Those three words were enough for a tear to roll down Sirius’ cheek. He borrowed his face in the crook of your neck as he cried more and more “It’s going to be okay, love,” you whispered again and again until his sobs soften.

“You might share a face and a last name,” you said when he was calmer, “You are not the same, Sirius. You’re nothing like them.”

You held him as tightly as possible, you had found the teenage Sirius again. Sirius missed you so much, there was so many time when he wanted to have you by his side. He might not have a family, but he had you. And you felt like home

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[solargeist]

NEW USERNAME JUST DROPPED ................

[ritzy-reminiscence]

I really enjoy your reading your Lackadaisy headcanons and love your writing as well🥺💞💓

and can I request romantic headcanons about Rocky x fem reader who has heterochromia(left eye green and right eye blue) who throughout their entire childhood was bullied and ostracized because of her heterochromia which cause her to became very insecure about her eyes and she later hides there under her hair by covering half of her right eye with her bangs and when reader finally meets Rocky, she at first was awkward and also surprised by his loud rambunctious attitude but quickly warm up to him nonetheless soon starting dating him and even In their relationship, the reader is still very insecure about showing their right eye due fear of Rocky finding it weird and leaving her but in truth, when she revealed her heterochromia to him, Rocky is very star striking by her eyes and beginning complimenting her even more and even calling her eyes beautiful too which the reader cries after knowing Rocky loves her as who she is

─♣️─ Lackadaisy : Star-Struck

⸝�� tl;dr : with eyes as beautiful as yours, rocky rickaby can't help but get lost in them .

⸝⸝ notes : hi anon ! i know it's been awhile since you've put this submission in my inbox, but i hope you enjoy it regardless ! it's a bit short and sweet as i try to get my creative flow back, but i wish that you'd like it eitherway ! ^^

Rocky has an eye for all things pretty, so naturally when he sees you he's already thinking of ways to describe your eyes -- vibrant, electric, prismatic ; the prettiest adjectives all across the board.

He genuinely can't comprehend why you'd get outcasted for such a thing. To him, it's a wonder ! Having eyes of different colors was something he'd love to have, and in a way he does -- through you!

He'd stare at your eyes all the time ! And all throughout he'd murmur prose under his breath, something about how your eyes remind him of northern lights shimmering between inky-black sky.

Needless to say, he'd compliment you a lot. Doesn't matter if you like it or not, he'll be saying some one-liner about how your eyes pull him in, how your gaze attracts him to you like flies to honey ( .. or rather, himself to pancake syrup ?), how the way your eyes shimmer in the daylight makes his heart grow wings and flutter like butterflies in his stomach.

When you cried at his compliments, he was concerned. At first he thought that you didn't like it, that he was pushing it too far. But then you explain to him and he just lights up, grinning from ear to ear.

He takes your cheeks into his palms, wiping away your tears with a gentle swipe of his thumb. Even when crying, he couldn't believe how pretty you are -- your tears seem to magnify the beauty of your eyes rather than take away from them.

And the compliments ? He keeps them coming ! Whispering words of endearment as you giggle in his grasp ; pulling you close and tickling your cheeks with kisses ; resting his forehead against yours so that he can gaze upon your eyes once more.

Goodness, you're so beautiful. Rocky can't believe how lucky he is to have someone as celestial as you for a lover.

[icecreampizzer]

Here's a little thing I made as a companion to this thing I wrote, whatever it is. Played around with the idea of Fabby and Prism bonding...Somehow.

[lanabenikosdoormat]

icarus

Jed doesn’t think about Hunter anymore. Not consciously at least. Oh he’s there sometimes, especially in the recesses of his slumbering mind. His broad devilish smile and the cunning demeanor of his gaze.

He’d felt nothing when he fired his blaster, right between those eyes and watched Hunter slump onto the cold floor below. He’d never felt so hollow, so alone. And when he made the trek back to the ship there was nothing to carry him but his own profound emptiness.

Hunter was the sun: blinding and all consuming. His violent warmth burned to the touch, charring Jed’s skin. It scarred his soul and left him bare. He was made an Icarus, left to crash into the sea in the wake of his ever-present love.

Next to him, Theron stirs slightly, rolling over in his sleep. His tired eyes now at ease, the stress melting away from his temples as he took a shallow breath. He was gorgeous, absolutely beautiful. Jed can’t help but stare.

It takes the former Cipher agent a few moments, before he pulls his hands up to his lovers face, tracing his jawline, carding his hands through his hair. Theron doesn’t wake, but the sides of his mouth quirk up slightly despite his heavy slumber. Then, Jed places a tender kiss onto his forehead, his breath shaky, his heart hammering rapidly in his chest as though it were about to burst.

“Go to sleep.” Theron mumbles at him, though a full blown smile finds its way onto his face.

Jed murmurs back, his voice hoarse. “For you, anything.”

He would’ve burned the galaxy down side-by-side for Hunter. Hand in unlovable hand. But for Theron, he would fix it. He would fight to make this galaxy better than it had been, to be a better man. He would. He will.

@grandninjamasterren ur getting the tag as my enabler here

[p0rkbun]

boxer! Sam sketch 👇 (I drew this because I can NOT stop thinking about this, making boxer sam headcanons soon…)

Ft. OC alexis

Imagine watching Sam practice and seeing her sweaty body after :)

[robinette-green]

Late Night Day Dreams Chapter 12:

House by the Sea

Summary:

Waking up in your new home with your two lovers.

Notes:

-Human Sun - Solaris (Sol)

-Human Moon - Lucien (Lune)

-It is heavily implied that the three of them had sex the night before.

-Solaris and Lucien are NOT brothers and are as in love with each other as they are with the reader.

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The sun shone bright through the clouds as waves crashed on the shore below us. From up on this cliff we could see the ocean stretching out as far as the eye could see. There was a lighthouse on the peninsula to our right, ships heading out for deeper waters on our left, and right here in the middle was our little home.

A lovely little house overlooking it all.

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Light filtered in through the curtains, the sound of the rolling waves drifting faintly through the open window, carried in on the cool early morning breeze.

I shifted, snuggling deeper under the covers, not wanting to wake up yet, feeling tired and sore.

An arm slid around my waist and pulled me closer to a warm body, a face nuzzling into my neck as Lucien stirred.

Then a leg was tossed over mine and Lucien’s as Solaris rolled over, effectively tossing the blankets off of our lower halves.

“Soool” I groaned, suddenly cold but unable to do anything about it while tangled up in my lovers’ lanky limbs. Searching for warmth, I snuggled closer to the cause of the cold because Solaris’s body always ran hot. A wonderful source of warmth on cold mornings like this.

“Mmm?” Solaris was not a morning person and was nowhere near coherent. But he still wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer, resting his chin atop my head.

Lucien snuggled in from behind me, bringing the blanket with him and tossing it back over us.

“Morning.” He murmured, pressing a kiss to the back of my neck and then my bare shoulder.

“How are you feeling?”

“Sore,” I mumbled into Solaris’s chest.

“Tired,” I added after a moment then I rolled over, wrapping my arms around Lucien’s neck.

“Happy,” I whispered, gazing into his deep blue eyes.

My raven-haired lover chuckled and kissed my nose.

“We’ll go easier on you next time.”

I shook my head, blushing.

“No, I had fun.”

With a disgruntled sound, Solaris tightened his hold on me and pulled me back against his chest making me squeak and Lucien laugh.

“Sol will probably be sore too once he wakes up,” I said, glancing back at my blond lover. His hair was a messy halo around his head, his face pressed into the pillow as he continued to doze, content now I was closer.

Lucien chuckled, his eyes gazing fondly at our lover, a smirk playing across his lips.

“Yes. I think he likely will be.”

Fingers took hold of my chin and Lucien tilted my head so he could press his lips to mine.

“I’m going to get up. I should have breakfast going long before our ray of sunshine starts to stir.” He murmured.

“Okay.”

I let Lucien slip from my arms. He grunted and stretched sitting on the edge of the bed for a moment before standing.

My eyes slide down his back to his waist and his cute bare butt, only for me to flush and hide my face in the covers when Lucien turned and caught my eye.

“Enjoying the view?”

“Yes.” I had the blankets pulled to my nose and my voice was muffled but Lucien seemed to hear me just fine. He laughed, kneeling on the bed so he could lean down, and press a kiss to my forehead.

Relaxing, I watched from my comfortable spot in bed as Lucien threw on sweatpants, my eyes tracing the curves of his body.

Last night I’d traced all the little bumps and marks on his back with my fingers and pressed kisses to nearly every inch of him.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Lucien reached out to run gentle fingers through my hair.

“What are you feeling for breakfast?”

“Waffles?”

“With sausage?”

“Please?”

Leaning in, Lucien stole a quick kiss.

“Come down when you’re ready. No rush.”

I was left alone with Solaris, snuggling into his warm chest while he snoozed and I daydreamed, slowly waking up.

Last night had been our first night in our new home and we’d had thoroughly tired ourselves out.

We’d taken a long walk on the beach, had a wonderful dinner we’d cooked together, talked and laughed over a movie then had a long and exhausting romp before bed.

I was looking forward to more days like that in the future. Days full of happiness and love.

Solaris tightened his hold on me, pressing a kiss to my forehead as he tangled his legs with mine.

“Hey.” He murmured, still groggy from having just woken up.

“Been awake long?”

“Not too long. Lucien’s already up and making breakfast.”

Solaris chuckled.

“Such an early bird. I could never.”

Ducking his head down, his ice-blue eyes found mine and he smiled softly.

“Morning.” He whispered before pressing his lips to mine.

“Morning” I whispered back, letting my forehead rest against his.

“How are you feeling? Lucien was just as rough with you as you both were with me.” I asked with a soft little laugh. Solaris grinned ruefully in response, eyes closing for a moment as he shifted.

“Sore. But I think you had already guessed that.”

Solaris pressed a kiss to my lips again then tightened his grip on me and rolled causing me to squeak in surprise.

“Come here.” He grunted, settling me on his chest. As he gazed up at me, his hands slid up and down my body making my skin tingle.

I rested my head on his chest and relaxed, enjoying the feeling of his fingers tracing my curves.

Eventually, we did get up.

Solaris threw on boxer shorts and a tee shirt while I pulled on sleep shorts and a tank.

The smell of cooking food hit us before we entered the kitchen, the wonderful scent of breakfast filling the house.

Lucien was standing before the stove in our little kitchen, scrambling eggs. He’d probably started them when he’d heard us start to get up.

“Morning,” Solaris said, snagging Lucien’s hips from behind and giving him a kiss while I slid into a seat at our small round breakfast nook table.

“This looks amazing, Lune.” Solaris peered over Lucien’s shoulder at the cooking food, eyes sparkling with excitement.

“Are those strawberries? Where did those come from?”

“I picked them up yesterday at the little market by the boardwalk,” I said, watching my boys, resting my chin on my hand.

“Wanted them to be a surprise. Lucien helped me distract you,” I said grinning.

Solaris was across the kitchen in seconds, wrapping his arms around me and peppering my face with kisses while I giggled and tried to push him away.

“Sol!” I laughed as Solaris dropped to his knees, hand on his chest as he lamented

“How did I ever find lovers as wonderful as these? What did I do to deserve such kind souls to be a part of my life?”

“Get up, Romeo, breakfast is ready,” Lucien said, bending down to kiss Solaris before placing the bowl of eggs on the table next to the towering stack of waffles and a bowl of sausage links that were already there.

“I should buy you strawberries more often.” I laughed as Solaris stood, kissing my cheek before taking his seat.

“Please do!”

[the-valiant-valkyrie]

feel like we as a community do not take advantage of the fact that almost all of the characters we have at our disposal are bilingual. there is a world of hijinks we are not accessing

[kattythingz]

I did a thing.

Based off the last scene in chapter 4 because it just made me giggle

Ignore how s h i t t y this looks. I drew it really fast. (I discovered these two are surprisingly hard to draw from memory)

MWCBHQ VQBCK HOLD ON HOLD ON HOLD ON. YOU CANNOT JUST DROP THIS IN MY INBOX AND LEAVE PEACH WHAT THE FUCK. I DIDN'T EVEN GET A NOTIF THIS WAS 2 HOURS AGO? I SCREECHED ON SIGHT OH MY GOD. OH MY G O D.

I love Ling's high ponytail it's such a look on him. How is this a rush job?? It's beautiful??? Also HIS THOUGHTS JUST BEING "SIN" LMAAOOOO. YOU NAILED IT ALRIGHT.

[bunnies-and-blues]

─꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱─ slam dunk : a date with sannoh's ace

⸝⸝ tl;dr : sawakita eiji, and you ! general date headcanons for japan's #1 high school player <33

⸝⸝ note : thank uu @slamdunkhcs for requesting this ! and im sorry for taking this long to get to it T-T ; but i hope you enjoy regardless ! (also, tysm for ur character analysis on him, it helped me SO MUCH)

i'll preface this by saying that i know absolutely nothing about this man ; however, from what i've read about him, he seems genuinely fun and easy to be around, so i can summarize dates with him as : carefree

so i'm thinking arcade dates, afternoon walks, amusement parks !! and if you're available, an evening out at the pier or the fair, or food trips at the local food hub !! neon signs and laughing under the stars, all that jazz !

i don't think he'd generally plan dates, if that makes sense ? like, if he sees a place he'd like to go to or an activity he'd want to do with you, he'd let you know on a whim !! this doesn't mean that he doesn't put effort into dates (please i can see him paying for everything that you want ..), but i just personally think that he prefers dates wherein both of you can laugh freely and be yourselves .

he'd demolish you on arcade dates . no additional info needed. (he'd make it up to you though, don't worry !! he'll get you whatever arcade prize you want .. even if that means being broke in the end LMAO)

on the topic of carefree dates, may i present : HOUSE DATES ! movie marathons, with the scariest horror films and the lights turned all the way down; cooking dates, with flour everywhere and grins on both of your faces; just hanging out in general, idle chatter while you're cuddling; hell, sleepovers, if you can manage !

dates with him generally feel like a breath of fresh air, and in a way he treats it as such. i can see him giving you a call after a particularly hard training session, and you swear you hear the smile in his voice, the excitement building in his tone as he asks you out. his teammates tease him so much about it, but he doesn't care; he just wants you.

bottom line ? dawg he loves you so much. that's it, that's the post.

[berryblu-soda]

answering the question of ´why dont aliens visit us´ in my oc world with BECAUSE THEYRE HELLA SCARED-

imagine looking at your neighbours and theyre either arguing with each other, being ravaged by the rot, or arguing over who gets to use the one light bulb they have (keeps the rot at bay) (no one has it; they broke it...) (found a replacement and broke that too) (it did give enough light for everyone)

[masivechaos]

HOMESICK - aaron hotchner x gn! reader  [0.377k].ೃ࿐

navigation | 1k writing event | 1k celebration

You knew what you did wasn’t fair. You had told Aaron many times that it was fine if he wasn’t home all the time. But you missed him, you wanted him to spend time with you the rare days he wasn’t working. Right after a case he would recover from the fatigue by sleeping a lot and you couldn’t blame him but you wished you could see him more.

And without meaning to, it led to numerous arguments.

“Honey, I’m trying my best, you know it,” he sighed as he tied his shoelaces, ready to leave in the middle of the night for a case.

“They gave you a week off for the first time in months, Aaron!” you whisper-yelled, not wanting to disturb Jack’s sleep. “They don’t need you!” At this Aaron shot you a glare, like a warning. “You know what I mean… Read the text again ‘Three missing children. I know you’re off but if you can, come with us’,” you said as you shoved his phone right in front of his face.

Aaron slowly pushed it away “I’m not going to give up on these children.” He got up and slid his coat on. He was about to leave the bedroom when your voice stopped him.

“But you can give up on me?” You hated that you found a way to make this about you. But you missed him so much, you wanted to be able to be next to him for a full week without thinking about his work.

He turned around “What are you doing?” he said disappointed, you had promised to never start an argument about this “I’m not giving up on you, I’m not giving up on Jack. My job is to save people, that’s what I’m doing, honey.”

You felt tears on the corners of your eyes “B-but Aaron. I need you here,” you sobbed.

“And I’ll be here… when the case is over,” he said as he walked over to you, kissing your forehead “I’m sorry, honey. I’ll be here soon.”

“What if it isn’t enough? I want you now, I need you now.” you cried. Aaron’s heart shattered as he pulled away. Leaving you alone without a word. You always needed him but he was never there.

⋆ ★ aaron hotchner taglist:  @loveeharrington @inkluvs @vintagepearlss @gilmore-angel @heartfucks @cauliflowertree @natashxromanovf @percy-the-hufflepuff @storyofaromance @kieracassette @locke-writes @starlit-epiphany

[ragingtwilight]

alt ending in Solar Lunacy chap 2 where instead of faceplanting sun lands on u and u fukcing die

[ritzy-reminiscence]

Romantic headacon Rocky x male reader who is apathetic and deeply depressed, the only thing that keeps him going is Rocky

─♣️─ Lackadaisy : Apricity

⸝⸝ tl;dr : the warmth of the sun during winter's worst, rocky rickaby is quite frankly the only thing keeping you going .

⸝⸝ notes : this post contains mentions of depression and ever so slightly implies spicy stuff; if you're uncomfortable with such subjects, please click away ! this post is also pretty long, i had too much fun writing this aaa

When was the last time you felt alive?

Not recently, that's for sure. Every day just seems to pass by in a blur -- all the same stories, all the same places. You never care to look at things anymore ; they're all uniform anyways, why bother?

Maybe it's just the weather. Maybe it's just the way the heavy winter clouds block out the sun that's got you like this. Maybe, maybe. Two syllables that seem to define your current state : Maybe I'll feel better. Maybe I won't. Walking the tightrope of life with cloth pulled over your eyes, no end in sight.

It's worst during the nights. Atleast in the day there's something to distract you -- your neighbors' bickering, the leak in the kitchen faucet, the state of your room. Anything to help you turn a blind eye to your plight.

But the nights are different. Silence everywhere, like a blanket covering the world, forcing all your senses to focus on how you are, what you are, how you got here. When was the last time you ever felt alive?

And then there would be a rumbling outside, like a car on the pavement. All cars sound the same to you -- all except his. The sound of his car alone wakes your nerves, the revving of the engine shooting adrenaline straight into your veins.

The sounds of a car door closing, quick footsteps on the stairs, an earth-shattering knock on your door. His voice, weightless as gossamer and bright as sunlight -- "Y/N ! Are you in there ?"

Your heart grows wings, flutters in your ribcage. Just his voice alone stirs your psyche awake.

You don't remember what happens during your late-night rendezvous with Rocky Rickaby. He could've taken you out to a restaurant, he could've sung ballads to you with his violin in the moonlight, he could've cooked you a ten-course meal in your kitchen (how has it not burned down yet ?) -- you could never remember.

What you do remember, however, were the ways his hands (paws?) caress your skin, your face, your hair, rousing your body from a sleepy stupor. Times with Rocky means times where your breathing quickens, gasps and pants escaping your mouth; where your lips form words, which tumble like a waterfall, your throat working hard to talk after hours upon hours of silence; nevermind the neighbors, let them hear.

You don't remember what happens during your meetings, except for the times after where he holds you in his arms, stroking your back. The crickets chirp outside the window; moonlight falls through the glass.

At times like that you listen to his heartbeat, steady as a drum, and at times like that you recall the question you've asked yourself over and over again : When was the last time I felt alive?

And then you'll smile, move closer to him, and you'll say : When I'm with him. Outside the walls of your bedroom, time speeds up, time slows down. Days and months and years could pass outside, but in your room it's stopped for the two of you, a living memory frozen in time.

[solari-writes-things]

The Meeting

🛑 WARNINGS: Language. 🛑

✧ requested by: @aimkatsz

✧ alfie solomons x reader // Alfie calls reader in for a meeting, for feelings to become surfaced.

✱ "Why are you looking at me like that...?"

✧ Solari Says: Hello, my love! Thank you so much for your patience, as holiday months keep me busy and I wanted a restart on the blog aesthetic. I hope you enjoy!

gif credit to the OP.

masterlist. // peaky blinders. // request here.

You weren't sure as to why Alfie had called you back to the bakery. The reasoning was beyond your understanding, as you had fulfilled your contract as per agreement. No twists, no cut corners, everything had been how it was supposed to be.

So approaching his office left a looming sense of confusion resting on your back, pushing past all the employees that littered the dimly lit corridors. You kept your head low, offering a small sigh of contempt as you approached a familiar, doe eyed young man with messy brown hair.

"Ollie," you greeted him, offering a nod.

He looked up at you with the same doe eyed expression that stayed on his face, returning the nod in your direction. "[Y/N]."

"Is Alfie present? He summoned me back here, but I know the business is ever-moving," you asked him, your eyes flitting towards the office door that Ollie had been stationed by.

Obviously if Ollie was in close proximity to the office, Alfie certainly had been inside. Better safe than sorry, though, as it were.

Ollie nodded in answer to your question, standing up straight so he could open the door for you. "Yes, actually. He just arrived for your meeting."

With that, Ollie turned the knob and opened the door.

You could see Alfie on the other side, hands clasped and eyes focused on the empty chair in front of him. It almost made a lump rise in your throat, the difference possibilities circling around in your head.

Ollie nodded to the inside, a gesture to tell you to get a move on. You took a second before obliging, and the sound of the door closing echoed in the back of your mind. You nervously twiddled your hands, as Alfie's eyes flickered towards the sound of the door closing. To you standing there, unsure what to think.

"Right, take a seat," Alfie instructed to you, his hands unraveling to gesture to the empty seat his eyes had been searing into since Ollie had opened the door.

You nervously dust yourself off and sit yourself down slowly. You had no idea why Alfie had been hardwired to make you feel this way. Maybe it was his unpredictability, his ability for improvisation. Or maybe it was because you seemed to have eyes for him since he contracted you-- but of course, you couldn't say much about that.

Unprofessional, it would be. At least, you would think so. It was always unclear about what the etiquette for a job in the underground is.

He folded his hands once more, the same stern look now searing into you rather than the back of the chair. It was silent for a minute, the intensity in the air palpable by most means. You could cut it with a knife, you were sure.

And then he spoke.

"Right, so," he began, finally dropping his hands to the top of the desk," your job was to find Sabini's right hand man and assassinate him."

"And I had done so," you respond to him quickly, earning a raised finger from him to silence you for a minute.

"I'm not finished," he stated, before continuing once the silence fell onto his ears. "You did so, but the way you handled it has Sabini and his crew chasing their fucking tails."

You remained quiet as you held his eye contact, his gaze unwavering as his face remained serious. The couple of seconds you took just observing him felt like forever, really, unsure of what he thought of you or your extra performance with Sabini's men.

Until his face cracked into a small smile.

When the smile happened, the entire atmosphere in the air changed. His gaze softened, replaced by something that clued him into being more amused than anything negative.

"Why are you looking at me like that...?" you ask him, almost feeling like you were dancing around the more upfront question of whether or not he found that more funny than anything else. Better safe than sorry, as it were. Not that you were afraid of Alfie-- far from it, really. It was more of a curiosity of how he conducted himself in private, compared to his more brutish act when he was with his workers.

"I'm just bloody amazed, is all," he admitted with the smile still stricken on his face. "I didn't think you were the type, is all. You amaze me every fucking time."

You could feel the color begin to flood to your cheeks at the compliment, usually not something Alfie went out of his way to do. You wondered how you became the subject of his fascinations, but... there could be a worse man curious of your methods.

Maybe this wouldn't be such a bad business transaction.

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[mistress-light]

There, I wrote my second fic. A slightly expanded iteration of the ending scene from In Tanta We Trust. I had a lot of feels.