pendency: fic

look at me

ao3 | ffn

summary “What do you do if you’ve discovered your best friend’s biggest secret but kept the fact that you knew from them?”

He keeps giving her this look, one that told Marinette that he knew something, that she was out of the loop on something. One that she could never decipher, no matter how hard she tried.

a/n because i wrote this so long ago, and never posted on tumblr. so here you go, one and half a year over due

this is part of a companion piece (both are one-shots)

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She didn’t know what to think about this friendship with Adrien.

Marinette was pretty sure it began when they were 16 and had coincidentally met at one of the cafes outside of school. She had just finished defeating an akuma and ducked into one of the alleys squished between shops to transform back. When Marinette walked out, she met head-to-toe with Adrien Agreste.

Obviously, Marinette blushed massively and managed to stammer out a “A-A-Adrien!” before he smiled and began conversing with her. Apparently he had just been at a photoshoot and was planning on going home before the akuma fight had broken out. He had hidden in the cafe for shelter. Marinette nodded, saying she did similar but didn’t elaborate. Smaller lies were simpler, after all.

Then from there on, they kept on meeting. Coincidentally.

He was planning on buying a book from the local bookstore. He was thinking of trying organic pineapples sold at a farmer’s market. He was checking out the flowers sold at the front of a magazine stand. “For a friend” he had said and she never really thought twice about why he was shopping for bouquets at a magazine stand.

She never really questioned it, because it was none of her business. To say she wasn’t curious was a lie but Marinette respected Adrien enough not to intrude on his privacy.

But it kept coming.

They started to talk to each other and hang out after akuma attacks. It didn’t happen all the time, but often enough for Marinette to wonder if it was really just coincidences.

“It’s not like he’s stalking me,” Marinette told Tikki one day, laughing. Her kwami replied with a sliver of a smile. 

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This Much

Summary: When the Gallaghers are teasing Mickey about how much affection he has towards Ian, he bursts and admits his love and something secret about his mother.

Word Count: 825

Notes: I’ll be working on a lot more requests for the next couple days. I have about 85 right now :)

Mickey’s been staying at the Gallagher house for about three months now, and ever since he came out at the Alibi two months ago, he had practically been attached to Ian’s hip. It was clear as day that he would do anything for Ian— anything. It was really cute, but it was weird seeing a fucking Milkovich be so whipped.

They were all at dinner, just watching how the boys interacted. It was like they were in their own little world. Mickey’s hand was repeatedly finding ways to touch Ian, like he needed to or something. Ian’s eyes were constantly on the other boy, like he couldn’t afford to look away. They were absentmindedly taking food that the other person didn’t like. It was expected from Ian to be so touchy-feely and openly loving, but it was so strange to see Mickey like that, even after two months.

Debbie was smiling as she looked at them. She thought it was adorable. “You guys are so cute!” She shrieked which definitely got their attention.

Fiona and Veronica started chuckled. “Real cute,” V said sarcastically, there was truth behind it though.

Ian rolled his eyes because he knew that his siblings were about to start teasing them, but a faint blush rushed to Mickey’s cheeks. “Fuck off,” Mickey said as he tried to mask the embarrassment in his voice. He never failed to feel anxious when people were talking about his relationship because he’s not used to people actually realizing he has a heart.

Lip mockingly reached over to hold Kev’s hand. “Oh, baby,” Kevin teased. “I love you so much,” he said in a fake loving tone. It made everyone else in the room laugh.

“Mickey, it’s like you’re fucking starstruck or something,” Lip chuckled. In all honesty, starstruck was the only way to describe how Mickey looked and acted towards Ian.

Debbie and Carl just looked at each other with disapproving expressions on their faces as everyone laughed— even Liam was laughing. The two of them had the strong feeling that Ian and Mickey should just be left alone to love each other with all of their hearts, so they hated how the others were constantly trying to mess with them and make fun of them for it. Especially since Mickey finally just started opening up, if they kept this up he was going to go back to being a heartless asshole.

Mickey was doing everything not to burst. His heart was pounding out of anxiety. They didn’t know why he was so serious about his relationship with Ian, even Ian didn’t know. It was more than lust, it was even more than love.

“Shut the fuck up, guys,” Ian complained and shook his head.

Fiona snorted. “Ian, I just don’t get it. He never wants to be away from you, I don’t fucking get it—”

Mickey suddenly stood up and slammed his hands on the table. “Last I fucking loved someone like this was my mother. And she actually loved me back, and you know what? She got fucking killed by my piece of shit father, so obviously I always want to be with him. I’m going to fucking hold onto the only person alive that fucking loves me for me for as long as I can because I don’t want the one of the only people I ever loved to leave me like that again.” He stormed towards the door, exclaiming a stern, “Fuck you, guys,” before he left.  

Everyone was left with wide eyes that held loads of guilt. They were not expecting that response. They also didn’t know that Terry murdered his own wife— no one knew that. Everything Mickey said really took a toll on them. Everyone was regretting teasing him so much, it wasn’t meant to be mean, it just came out cockily.

Shaking his head, Ian stood up. “I can’t fucking believe you guys—”

“Ian,” Lip started.

“No, fuck you,” Ian replied coldly and went to go run after Mickey.

Before the redhead could get outside, he heard Carl speak up. “Why are you all such assholes?” That was all Ian heard and he ran outside. He was thankful Carl stood up for Mickey.

Knowing exactly where Mickey would be hiding, Ian ran as fast as he could to that old abandoned building. His lungs and legs were burning, but it didn’t matter, he needed to get to Mickey. He needed to tell him he loves him.

Surprisingly quickly, Ian arrived at the building. With no hesitation, he ran in and up the stairs to find Mickey sitting on the top floor with his head in his hands. The sit broke Ian’s heart because he knew there was a lot going through his mind— his mother, his father, true love. It was hard for Mickey.

Ian walked over to him, sunk down to his boyfriend’s level, and wrapped his arms around him. Mickey leaned into his touch. “I’m sorry they’re such assholes,” Ian whispered, and Mickey nodded. He wanted to ask Mickey about what happened with his mother, but he knew that that was way to touchy. “I love you,” is what he decided to say. “I’m never leaving you either. You gotta know that.”

Mickey nodded into Ian’s chest. “I love you too,” is all he could get out. They stayed there in the position for a while— Ian holding Mickey like their lives depending on it. It was all they needed, they only needed each other because truthfully, no one else mattered this much to them.

captaincacw  asked:

starmora + 9 and maybe 6 (because I am a sucker for a good angst fest for my greatest otps whom i will devote my soul for and starmora has shot up to top five)

9. Things you said when I was crying + 6. Things you said under the stars and in the grass

Also for @scarlet-widow, who asked for 6, and @atomeckova, who asked for 9


“Is everything okay, Peter?”

He must have heard her approaching, because he didn’t take his eyes off the sky when he responded, “Yeah. Everything’s fine.” His voice sounded rough. 

“Why aren’t you on the ship, then?” They’d had a rare break between jobs and decided to dock on a forest planet for the night, but as far as Gamora knew there had been no plans to sleep outside.

“Just watching the stars.” He tilted his head back to look at her. “Come join me.”

She only hesitated for a moment before walking over and sitting on the grass next to him.

“It doesn’t count if you don’t lay down,” Peter informed her.

“You have specific guidelines for this?” Gamora asked, but she laid down close enough for their arms to touch.

“Basic stargazing etiquette.” He slid his arm over hers to grab her hand, something that had become an instinctual motion for them lately. 

He spoke again after a few minutes. “My mother and I used to lay in the grass and listen to music when I was a kid.”

She was unsurprised to hear tears in his voice, but she had no real idea how to comfort him. So she squeezed his hand and hoped just being there would help.  

“I wish she could have met you,” he told her.  

“I wish I could have met her, too.”

“She’d have loved you… and not just because you’re an alien.” 

She chuckled. “Good to know.”

There was a rustling behind them, and Gamora titled her head to see the rest of their team coming towards them.

“Are we intruding?” Mantis asked uncertainly.

“Yeah, you’re not gonna start making out or something are you?” Rocket asked.

Peter was still looking up at the stars, but he was grinning, so Gamora took it as a yes.

“No,” she said. “Join us. I’ve been informed you must lay down, though.”

“The grass is itchy,” Drax complained, but he and the others laid down around them – except Groot, who jumped off of Rocket’s shoulder to lay on Peter’s chest.

She glanced at Peter and saw a single tear make its way down his smiling face.

“Peter,” she whispered, nudging his shoulder. He turned his head to look at her, their faces an inch apart. “She would have been proud of you.”

“Thanks,” he whispered back. She used her free hand to cup his face, wiping away a new tear and pulling him towards her for a quick kiss.

Not quick enough, apparently.

“Hey!” Rocket protested. “You said you weren’t gonna make out.”

They broke apart and Peter let out a watery laugh. “Alright, alright.”  

post-chunin exams

Slowly but surely, Sakura was becoming a bit of a formidable opponent. Her punches started to actually make contact and by god did they start to hurt more. Naruto and Sasuke had no clue how she was doing it, but the bruises she left them with were, more often than not, positively livid. She trained more seriously and actively sought out Kakashi to make him help her.

She was different.

Another thing that changed was her hair. Since their attempt at the Chuunin Exams and the unplanned bob she began to sport, Sakura usually maintained the length. However, with all the recent distractions of training and missions and repairing the village, Sakura seemed to forget to cut her hair. At the moment, it was already past her shoulders.

“Sakura-chan needs a haircut,” Naruto said bluntly.

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Good Cannibal, Sit

This is my late (sorry) entry to @hannibalcreative‘s #ReleaseTheCrackin! It’s also dedicated to the ever wonderful @evertonem, because I promised her dog-related crack in the hopes of bringing some cheer. I hope you enjoy!

         In retrospect, Hannibal could admit that giving Will psilocybin mushroom tea might have been a bit of an overreaction. Will had been unusually quiet for days, and Hannibal had let fear, of another cliff or another person, get the better of him. He’d tried speaking to Will, but was greeted with eyerolls and the invitation to “shut his big bazoo”.

         Still, perhaps it wasn’t wise to drug the one you love. Will certainly hadn’t reacted well to the stabbings, so he probably wouldn’t react well to surreptitious hallucinogens. Hannibal made the decision to bring out a tray of goodies and replace Will’s tea with a slightly less nefarious chai blend. If Will wanted to be moody, then Hannibal would just have to let him.

         “Will?” Hannibal walked along the flagstones toward the patio that overlooked the Loire Valley, a tray of fresh blackberry jam and brown sugar scones in one hand.

         “Hey! Put that down!”

         Hannibal turned to see Will stomping toward him, stern expression on his face. With a raised brow, Hannibal took a few steps and placed the tray on their wrought iron table. When he turned, Will flicked him on the nose.

         “Bad! No stealing food!” Will swatted Hannibal on the ass. Hannibal opened his mouth to respond, but closed it when noticed Will’s empty teacup by the tray of scones. A hallucination then, but of who?

         Will looked at Hannibal for a long moment, something soft creeping into his eyes. Hannibal cocked his head taking in the expression. Will yanked Hannibal to his chest, his hands sinking into the doctor’s hair and scratching roughly.

         “God, I’ve missed you,” Will whispered into Hannibal’s disheveled locks. “Who’s my good boy? You are, Winston. You are!”

         “Will…” Hannibal tried to disentangle from Will’s grip. Clearly, he’d overestimated Will’s tolerance for the mushrooms. He should probably have him lay down and hydrate before dinner.

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~a one shot where Logan doesn’t rest and Patton just wants him to do self care~

warnings: none I think??

Logan pushed up his glasses, refocusing his gaze on the page’s small print. He was almost halfway through Les Miserables after having focused almost all of his time over the past two days on it. He was on the part where Marius was listening to the Jondrettes’ plans to con people through the thin walls of his flat, and he predicted that the dishonest family would somehow find him out soon. However, it was a little bit hard for him to focus uninterrupted on the words, since an unholy shouting was coming from the adjacent living room. The only vaguely melodic voice belonged to none other than Roman, who seemed to be rehearsing his own cover of Idina Menzel’s “Let It Go.” However, in typical Roman fashion, he never stopped to correct his off-key notes or consider what was happening around him. He did not once exit the living room to see if anyone was sleeping, or reading, or valued their quiet time. Logan rolled his eyes, focusing yet again on the same sentence he had tried to read three times previously. He only got to the word “Jondrette” in the middle of the sentence when a glaringly sharp “let it GO” tore him from the book once again. Placing the book face down on the couch between himself and Morality, who was sitting next to him and softly humming, he took a deep, exasperated breath.
“Scientifically speaking, Roman, when distracted by background noise, it is almost impossible for one to keep their undivided attention on only one task!” Logan sighed loudly, keeping his eyes pointed skyward and frowning. For a minute he received no response, but then Roman came out of the living room brushing his perfect hair backwards as though to fix a flaw that was not actually there.
“My dear friend Logan, whatever do you mean?” Roman grinned from ear to ear, cockiness written all over his contoured face.
“I mean, Roman, that your shouting is keeping me from fully processing this masterpiece.” Logan retorted, emphasizing the “shouting.” Roman immediately brought his hand to his heart, a melodramatically offended look crossing his face.
“Well, I never, Logan!” he gasped, his mouth still hanging open and his eyebrows furrowed. “I am blessing all of your ears with my powerful rendition of THIS masterpiece! I am absolutely killing it, SLAYING IT, just like I did the Dragon Witch! This is an outrage!”
“Yeah, that’s nice, Princey, but some of us are trying to sleep in this house,” came a surly voice from the stairs. There was Anxiety, sitting in his usual spot, in his usual sprawled position with the circles under his eyes darker than they’d ever been before. “I was finally not thinking about my impending death when your screaming made me want to make yours happen.”
Patton turned towards Anxiety, sternly pointing a finger at the edgelord.
“Now now, play nice!” He then turned to Roman, a gentle look softening his features. “Roman, Anxiety might be right this time. Not about your impending death, but about sleep! Not only is- was- Anxiety resting, but Thomas was up really late last night worrying about today’s audition-”
“With which I’m sure you were no help, Anxiety,” Logan jumped in, peering over the rim of his glasses at the edgelord.
“And he’s finally asleep right now. We need to let Thomas have a nap, okay?” Roman curled his lip in disdain, holding his face like that for a few seconds before letting out a dramatic puff of air.
“Fine! I’ll just have to try again later, when you’re all awake to hear what I have to offer.” With that, he flipped his hair and sauntered back into the living room.
“Well, I’m going back to sleep. Have a terrible night. Hate you all.” Anxiety grumbled before trudging back up the stairs. As Anxiety’s stomping grew farther away, Morality opened his mouth to speak.
“Logan, can I ask you something?” he questioned, his head cocked to one side.
“I believe you just did, Morality, but if you need to ask something else I see no reason why not.” Logan answered, wondering why Morality would ask a question like that. Morality took a deep breath in and then continued to speak.
“Okay. When I was awake at about three in the morning last night scrolling through Pinterest, I could see from my bedroom you sitting up on the couch and not looking like you were sleeping at all. Did you sleep at all last night?”
Logan furrowed his brow and tried to remember. He had not, in fact, slept at all the previous night, having been too invested in his book to stop for sleep.
“I did not; I simply have an appreciation for this book and failed to see a need to stop reading it at the time.” he offered, guessing from Morality’s slightly parted lips and raised eyebrows that he was concerned. “Why are you making that face?”
“Because the night before that you were up helping Thomas memorize his lines, and I don’t think you slept then either.”
Logan shrugged. “I knew that he needed help more than I needed sleep.”
Morality smiled his cheeky, gap-toothed smile that Logan always found himself wanting to see more of however much he felt it annoyed him.
“Logan honey, you are very sweet for helping him and I’m glad you love your book, but you need to sleep, okay?”
Logan put down his book- by then he had long since stopped trying to read past the same sentence- and looked Morality in the eye.
“Morality, I promise you I will try to sleep when it is nighttime. It is, however, only four in the afternoon.” Morality scooted a little closer to Logan and looked at him with large, dewy, pleading eyes. Obviously, the purpose of this expression was to appeal to Logan’s emotion so he would comply.
“Pleeeease, Logan? For me?” Logan picked up his book again and ventured beyond the long-lasting sentence- finding out that there was a small hole in the wall between Jondrette and Marius’s flats- before noticing out of the corner of his eye that Morality was still fixing him with the puppy dog eyes. Logan sighed, putting down his book and turning his body to face Morality.
“Since my two options here seem to be either you continuing to keep after me, or acquiesce to you and catch up on sleep, I choose to preserve some of my sanity and do the latter.”
Morality’s eyes immediately lit up like those of a child receiving a present. “Yayyyy!” Logan rolled his eyes and lay down on his back, bending his legs to the side so Morality still had room to sit. He slowly let his eyes shut, feeling his body relax already. However much he hated to admit it, maybe Morality had been right about his need for sleep. Just as he let his head loll to the side, he was interrupted from his state of relaxation by Morality’s soft whisper.
“Are you cold? Do you want my cardigan? How about a blanket? Or cuddle up to me! I’ll keep you warm! I’m comfy, I promise! I love cuddles! They’re so sweet, and so are you, and-”
“I will stay awake just to spite you should you continue,” Logan mumbled, enunciating every word. Whether Logan felt spiteful or not, though, his body was growing more exhausted by the second without any distractions to keep him from his sleepiness. He quickly gave into it, feeling himself become less aware of his surroundings. The last thing he felt was something warm and soft being draped over his whole body- a blanket. Knowing Morality had put it there, Logan let out a soft moan as a thank you before drifting off to sleep.
Morality smiled as Logan made the softest noise from under the thick fleece blanket. He really had been too tired, and Morality was glad to help him get to sleep. Although Morality really wanted to hug and cuddle him, he was glad just to have him close by. He always filled his heart with butterflies and made him almost speechless.
Looking at Logan again, Morality noticed that he still had his glasses on. He smiled to himself and reached to take them off so they wouldn’t get squished while Logan slept. Putting the glasses on the table in front of the couch where Logan could find them later, Morality reached back towards his face and brushed the stray hair off his forehead. He smiled as Logan moved slightly towards him in his sleep, curled into the fetal position and lying so that his knee touched Morality’s. All Morality could think of for the rest of the night was how smitten he was with Logan.

anonymous asked:

Starmora #12, please :)

12. Things you said when you thought I was asleep

Takes place a few months after Vol 2 


It was one of those rare mornings where Peter woke up first. Gamora was usually up with the ship’s artificial sunlight, so he couldn’t help but be proud that he’d clearly worn her out last night.

Not that he was bragging, but come on – Gamora sleeping in was pretty much a rave review. It was hard not to take it as a compliment.

Peter didn’t bother to get up, just kept his head on the pillow next to her and stared. Was that creepy? He hoped it wasn’t creepy. He didn’t get the chance to watch her sleep much, so he was taking advantage of it. Her hair was a mess and her cheek was smooshed up against the pillow and he thought she’d never looked better.

He’d have liked to say that this sentimentality was uncommon, but honestly, it was how he felt every time he looked at her.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered. Then he sighed. “I don’t deserve you.”

“Hey,” Gamora said without opening her eyes, causing Peter to nearly fall off the bed in shock. “Don’t talk about my idiot that way.”

He laughed. “Oh, but you can call me an idiot?” He brushed some hair out of her face and she opened her eyes.  

“Yes. Only me, though. And maybe the rest of the team, but only if you’re doing something really stupid.”

“And how often is that?”

“Almost daily.” They were both smiling, but Gamora’s tone was serious when she said, “You won’t let me say negative things about myself, so you can’t do it either. You’re my idiot and I love you.”

Peter felt a familiar warmth spread through his chest. “I love you, too.”

Then he leaned over and kissed her even though he had morning breath, because that was the kind of thing this idiot in love did. Gamora kissed him back, shoving his shoulders and rolling them over so she was laying on top of him.

“Ooh, again?” He chuckled against her mouth.  

She bit his lower lip. “Don’t get cocky.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

the war might be over but there will never truly be peace, especially for him. he’s made so many poor choices and he understands that. sasuke accepts the life he has and inevitable hardships that will come for him, but he resents that they have to affect sakura too.

it doesn’t happen often, but sometimes he’ll be attacked by someone with a grudge and sometimes they’ll bring back up. and although he is on a road of atonement, that does not mean he’ll back down. this particular time, the majority of them were easy to handle but there was one in particular who moved faster than others and managed to get the better of sakura, landing a punch to her face. the next thing sasuke knew, she was bleeding profusely and he was seeing red.

sasuke isn’t a violent man. he’ll fight because he needs to but he’s never been more excessive than he needs to be. but there’s something about sakura that always draws out something primal in him. 

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Two Years To The Moon - GameCake - Teen Wolf (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski
Characters: Lydia Martin, Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Danny Mahealani, Original Dog Character(s), Allison Argent
Additional Tags: Alive Hale Family, Derek is not traumatised, Life is great, SO MUCH FLUFF, Fluff, coffee shop AU, inspired by writer’s life lol, author!derek, College Student Stiles, Alternate Universe, matchmaker!lydia - Freeform

It all started one fine afternoon at Stiles’s favorite coffee shop.

anonymous asked:

have you read all things shining?? my fav fic of all time

OHHHHH SHIT it’s Askance, aka one of my favorite writers of all time. 

I have definitely read All Things Shining before, but I can’t recall much of it so it absolutely deserves a reread. Thanks for the reminder - I’m sure I’ll fall in love with it all over again <3

Saint Malik (5.5k)

Some fan throws a candle with Zayn’s face on it onto stage, and because Zayn can’t ever catch a break it becomes a thing within the band.

Thanks so much to @liamalmighty for her drunken purchase inspiration, and to @queerlyalex for listening to me yell about this before I decided to write it down.

My first 1D fic on AO3! It’s official; I’m part of the fandom now.

fork and knife: sleepy and the hot tub

anon asked: Jacuzzi shenanigans! – over-prompting anon who apparently still has a few prompts in her (also, because it should be said often: *smooches* *loves* :) even if you don’t answer this prompt or any other!)

October 2015

“Babe do you want another beer?” Chris yells over one shoulder, crouched down in front of the outdoor mini bar fridge.

He pops back up over the bar top as Seb wanders out of the house, elbows bent up in the air as he fumbles around with trying to put his hair into an elastic.

“Sure,” he says, adjusting the waistband of his swim shorts. They’re… a little tight. Not that Chris is about to kick a gift horse in the mouth - he could offer up a pair of his, but he’d way rather see those thighs packed into wet fabric.

Chris snaps the caps off both beers, and follows Seb over to the hot tub.

“You sure you don’t wanna lose those?” he asks, mostly staring at Seb’s butt.

Seb is… deeply European, and it’s evident when it comes to things like the length of his clothes. Chris can count on one hand the number of times he’s worn a short cut above the knee. All of Seb’s pretty much start mid-thigh.

Chris is not complaining.

Seb laughs at him, and steps down into the hot tub.

“I’m just gonna go ahead and,” Chris pauses, switching both beers to one hand as he quickly loosens the drawstring of his shorts, and lets them drop.

Seb, already leaning against the edge of the hot tub, with both arms up and out of the water, throws his head back and laughs.

“Perfect,” he grins, smiling up at Chris as Chris grins down at him and steps into the water.

Pretty proud of himself, Chris sets their drinks on the edge of the hot tub, and moves towards Seb. He ends up floating a little uncontrollably at the end of his journey, which is how he bumps face first into the front of Seb’s shoulder.

“Lemme just,” Chris laughs, fighting against the jets as he manuevers himself around and gets comfortably under one of Seb’s arms. “I’m gonna get red reeeeal fast.”

Cracking up, Seb takes his beer and smacks a kiss to the side of Chris’s head.

Shakespeare’s Got Nothing on Us (1/??)

Summary: Ryan’s always tried to keep his distance from others. Being an immortal only makes it harder to build relationships, especially after outliving everyone he’s ever loved. It’s why he joined the Gents– the most powerful crew in Los Santos. Thanks to their immortality, they are rivaled by no one– until they meet a small gang that seems to share their unique abilities. And even worse, Ryan develops feelings for a member of their crew, a young man named Jeremy.

Pairings: Jeremy/Ryan, mentioned Michael/Gavin

Warnings and tags: Depictions of Violence, romantic pining, bad flirting

A03 Mirror

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anonymous asked:

♜: Shoulder rubs for Theron/Reilli because this prompt reminded me of Theron wanting a backrub from a skytrooper LD

Theron pinched the bridge of his nose. You’d think overthrowing an eternal empire and wiping out its unkillable emperor once and for all would be enough to buy the Alliance a break, but they’d had no such luck. Not that Theron believed in luck, at least not of the good variety- the odds had been stacked against him since day one. Still, he wouldn’t have minded if some cosmic fluke had worked in his favor for a single night off.

Which… technically it had. There was still work to do. There would always be work to do, but he’d been ordered to take a few days off. It wasn’t his fault if no one had stopped him from taking that work with him when he retired to his quarters.

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