✨🎀Ali🎀✨

The two of you stood their in silence in the desert wasteland, staring at the sight in front of you. Your car upside down, lodged between two rocks.

You sigh, rubbing your arm where a bruise was forming after the crash, moving your eyes to glare at Enjin who stood there dumbfounded, as if it wasn’t his horrific driving skills that led you two to this situation.

The sky grumbled, a grey cloud casting over the sky as rain started to patter against the ground. It grew heavier as the water began to soak through your cleaner uniform as Enjin put up his umbrella, not even offering you some cover.

Tapping on your choker, you call Semiu and let her know the situation. She cusses out Enjin a few times before letting you know she’s sending over Gris and to not let Enjin anywhere near the ruined car as he’d probably cause more damage.

Hanging up, you turn to Enjin who stood dry with the same ugly expression on his face, not having moved since the two of you had crawled out the car. You stomp up to him and slap his arm, pulling him out his daze.

“Hey! What was that for?” He complains as he rubs his arm just like you were a few moments earlier.

“For crashing our car! Now we have to wait here for god knows how long in this piss poor weather until Gris gets here.” You say as he snickers at your bad mood.

His lightheartedness makes you tut, you supposed you’d be as happy as him if you weren’t soaked through. You turn away and bring your focus back to the smoking car, hoping that if you stared at it enough that it would magically turn over and fix itself so you could go back to the Cleaners base and bury yourself under your blankets.

Enjin looked at you from the corner of his eye, watching you as you kicked a rock in annoyance. Slipping off his large coat, he dropped it onto your shoulders, the sudden weight making you look back in confusion as he stood right next to you, now shielding you from the harsh rain with his umbrella.

You stare at him blankly for a few seconds before turning away with a huff.

“I’m soaked through, I’ll ruin your coat.” You say grumpily.

“It’s just a bit of water, but if you wanna sit in the rain then I won’t stop you, boo.” He responds, the nickname making you giggle a little.

The two of you fall into silence for a couple minutes, simply listening to the rain pattering against the ground before he speaks up again.

“Are you badly hurt?” He says with concern, a noticeable difference from his usual lightheartedness.

“No,” You shake your head “I’m okay. I’ll probably just get a bruise or two. I know you’re fine, you’d be rolling around claiming you were near death if you had more than a small cut.” You joke, despite it being 100% something he’d do.

He chuckles and shakes his head in amusement, denying your dramatic accusation. Silence falls over you again, the wet clothes that clung to your skin sending shivers throughout your body, your teeth loudly chattering.

Enjin stretches his arm out and casually wraps it around your waist and pulls you closer to him, warmth radiating off his body like a furnace. The warmth and crash catching up to you makes you a little drowsy, deciding that resting your eyes for a little while couldn’t hurt.

You shut your eyes and rest your head against his chest, sleep grasping at you. You force your eyes open, this wasn’t really the best place to rest. Enjin gently grabs your chin, turning your head towards his as he looks at you with heavy eyes.

“If you gotta rest, girl, just do it. Gris drives like an old man so he won’t be here for a while.” He says, rubbing his thumb softly against your cheek, leaving you a little speechless at his sudden affection.

You stare at him sleepily and pull his coat closer around you, resting your forehead against his chest. You sigh and look back up at him.

“No I’m fine. I’ll just sleep in the car.” You say, noticing a slight cut on the side of his neck, likely from a piece of glass from one of the car windows. You ran your thumb along it, wiping the blood away as he lets out a quiet hiss from the sting, so you lay your hand flat on the side of his neck to soothe it.

You lock eyes with him again, butterflies fluttering around your stomach as the tension between you grew. He leaned in closer, stopping right before his lips connected with yours, his warm breath fanning against your lightly flushed face.

He parted his lips to speak when the loud honk of a horn ripped the two of you from your moment, as you whipped your head towards the right and see Gris waiting in the car for the two of you to get in. Enjin pulls away, one of his smirks appearing on his face.

“We’ll finish that later, boo.” He says with a wink as he makes his way towards the car, you following quickly after.

RE9 Spoilers Ahead!!

Rookie! Leon who’s been separated from you due to the outbreak that’s taken over Racoon City. As he makes his way through RPD, evading all types of monsters and the tyrant he finds a safe room, giving him a moment of downtime. Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out his wallet and opens it, his eyes settling on the photo of you he’d slipped into the side window pocket. As he stares at your pretty face, he makes a mental promise to survive and make his way back to you.

RE4! Leon who’s out in Spain, sent out to find the presidents daughter. Exhausted from taking down countless of the infected whilst trying to find the girl that everyone so desperately wanted to find, he sat on the floor in an abandoned home, catching his breath. He took out his wallet, a small smile washing over his face as he saw the latest photo of you that he’d put in. Reaching behind the small photo, he pulled out a ring and stared at it, deciding that as soon as he made it home to you, he’d finally pop the big question.

RE9! Leon whose life was close to ending as he stumbled through the secret underground Umbrella lab that both himself and Grace were making their way out of. He ungracefully fell to the floor, blood spluttering out his mouth every time he coughed, unable to find the energy to continue on and find Elpis and Grace. Just like every other time he needed you, he pulled out his wallet, swiping his blood covered thumb against the plastic window that lay over your photo, distraught that his last moments would be away from you, but at least he was able to see your pretty face one last time before everything went dark.

You push back away from your desk, stretching your arms above your head as the clock hits 6pm. You turn in your chair to face Sherry as you stand up, taking your blazer off the back of your chair before sliding it on.

“Need a ride? I’m sure Leon wouldn’t mind.” You ask the girl with a soft smile.

“That’s sweet, but I’ll be fine. Got some reports to finish so I’ll be a few hours.” She smiles back at you.

You nod, packing up a few bits into your purse before heading out the office, not without giving Sherry a gentle reminder to take care of herself, a reminder you’ve been giving her ever since you first met her back when Racoon City fell.

You make your way towards the lift, waiting for the doors to open when someone joins you, their voice disturbing the peace.

“Heading home, huh?” He asks, the voice belonging to a colleague you’ve done a couple projects with previously. You give him a brief smile.

“Yes, it’s been a long day. I’m ready to sleep.” You say lightheartedly, a small chuckle coming from him in response.

The lift arrives, you both step in and you press the button to the underground parking lot. You notice his eyes staying on you the whole time as yours stay locked onto the floor, the two of you falling into silence.

He sighs, brushing his hair back with his hand. “Would you be interested in going out to dinner with me? Maybe the new place that opened up two roads over?” Your eyes nervously dart around the small confinements of the lift as you fiddle with the wedding ring that sat on your finger.

“Sorry, I’m a one man kinda gal.” You let out a nervous giggle, thinking about how Leon would be proud of that one-liner.

He looks you up and down, not really listening to your rejection.

“I’ve liked you for a while, if today’s not good, I can take you out another day?” He urges. You stare at him blankly for a moment, unsure how to respond when you’re saved by the lift arriving at your floor and the doors opening. You walk out, speed walking ahead as he follows you, your head turning as you try to find the Porsche that Leon insisted the two of you needed.

“Yeah sorry, like I said I’m not looking for any boyfriends.” You repeat. Your eyes spot your shiny car that sat at the end of the parking lot. You make a beeline towards it, ignoring the advances from the man that was still following you, desperate to get away.

Your shoulders relax as you get closer and the drivers door opens, your husband stepping out to greet you. Breaking into a small jog, your heels click against the concrete floor as you reach him, his big arms engulf you in a hug as you squeeze him back.

“Good day, gorgeous?” Leon asks as you smile up at him. You nod and let out a short hum, turning slightly to the man who had now stopped in his tracks.

“Well, me and my husband will be leaving then.” The mans mouth hangs open as he ponders what to say as Leon’s hand makes its way down to rest on your lower back.

“Did you need anything from my wife?” Leon asks, having picked up on the uncomfortable energy radiating off you.

Silence sits uncomfortably between the three of you for a few seconds as you stare at each other.

“Perhaps you needed her help in finding the words you’re looking for?” He smirks slightly and you can’t help but smile at his silly musings.

“I… uh, no. No, I didn’t need anything from her. Have a good night.” He turns quickly on his heel and makes his way across the parking lot to his own car, your eyes returning to your husbands now softened face.

“Thanks for that, handsome. He was desperate to take me out.” You relay as the two of you get in the car. He starts up the car and begins reversing out.

“Well he’s going to have to get in line. You already have your hands full with me.” Leon responds. You smile at him as your eyes trail on the buildings passing by, Leon’s hand finding your thigh and giving it a comforting squeeze. Your hand rests over his, the twinkle of the diamond on your ring reflecting in your eye, an eternal reminder of the promise the two of you made to each other all those years ago.

(reuploaded bc i made a mistake lmao. not proof read)

He drove the two of you back from the mission you had just completed, the thick tension between you made you chew on your nail nervously, as a familiar feeling settled in your stomach.

You glanced at him from the corner of your eye, he gripped the steering wheel hard, his eyes focused on the road, doing anything to stop them from settling on you.

When you both arrive back at base, you get out the car first and start walking away as you let the smile you’ve been suppressing spread over your face. You bite your lip to hold back a giggle, hearing his heavy footsteps trudge behind you as he attempts to catch up.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He calls out from behind you, his eyes trailing down to the curve of your ass, watching the way it moves as you walk.

You turn your head back to look at him as you continue your pace, smirking when you catch him checking you out.

“We gotta make a report, don’t we? You gonna help, or make me do it all alone?” You ask with a wink, teasing the man who had now caught up with you.

He sighs and rubs a hand over his face, glancing down and locking eyes with you before his eyes flicker down to your chest for a second.

You roll your eyes with a chuckle. “Guess I’ll be doing it alone. You might be a bit… preoccupied.” He lets out a short airy laugh, averting his eyes as he opens up the door to the building and lets you walk in first.

“No I’ll help you, there were some things you didn’t see that need to be included.” He says as you nod.

“Alrighty! I gotta run to my room first. I wanna get this blood stained shirt off of me before we start.” You say as you pull at your shirt, grimacing at the blood splatter that had come from some now lifeless enemy the two of you had encountered. He nodded, saying he’d do the same as a faint smell of sweat clung to his clothes.

When you reached your room, he continued walking on to his own two doors down. You enter, closing the door behind you but not locking it, wasting no time in stripping yourself of your t-shirt and trousers, leaving you in your matching black bra and panties.

You move over to your drawers, pulling out a pair of slightly oversized joggers and a hoodie, throwing them on your bed as you move over to it to change. You start to slip your first leg into your joggers when you’re interrupted by the door opening, the two of you stopping in your tracks. You stare at him in silence, he does the same before his eyes start trailing up and down your nearly nude body, the familiar feeling from earlier returning to your stomach.

You let out a soft airy giggle, looking down before your eyes return to him.

“You can either shut the door and leave whilst I continue to change…” You start “…or, you can help me out of these.” You say as you fiddle with the hem of your underwear.

He wastes no time coming into your room and placing his lips on yours, eager to explore your mouth as he slams the door behind him. One of his hands goes behind your head, gripping your hair as the other settles on your hip, pushing you towards the bed. The back of your legs meet the softness of your blankets as your arms wrap around his neck. He gives your ass a harsh slap, making you gasp, using the opportunity to shove his tongue into your mouth, eliciting a whimper from you.

The hand that was entangled in your hair slowly made its way down, giving your tit a squeeze before going to your back and unclipping your bra. It falls off your body, hitting the floor next to your feet as he picks you up, still exploring your mouth as he lies you down on the bed and gets on top of you. One of his large hands trails up your torso, finding one of your nipples and begins rubbing it between his fingers, making you whine into his mouth. His lips leave yours, kissing and sucking your neck, making his way down until he’s sat between your thighs, nipping at the soft skin.

His fingers slide under your underwear, looking at you for permission to continue, to which you nod. He pulls down your panties, throwing them to some corner of the room and resumes pressing kisses to your inner thighs as his fingers come between your folds. You let out a soft moan, his rough fingers giving your clit a few slow rubs before he slides a finger inside, pumping them in and out at a steady pace.

You moan out, gasping when he quickly replaces his fingers with his tongue, the wet muscle lapping at you as your hand rushes to his hair, gripping tightly. You look down, his hands gripped your thighs with immense strength to keep them apart as his nose nudged your clit, bringing you closer to you climax.

“fuck…, I’m gonna…” you say between moans, letting out a whine when he pulls away, but before you can protest he crashes his lips against yours again, letting you taste yourself.

“Not yet, sweetheart.” He says, standing between your legs as he begins fiddling with the button on his trousers. They drop and pool around his feet, the bulge in his boxers fighting its constraints. He removes his boxers, tapping the red leaky tip of his cock against your folds, eliciting moans from you.

“Don’t tease…” You whine, he nods.

“Alright then, girl, I’ll give you what you want.” He responds, rubbing his cock along you to gather all your slick before he pushes himself in.

You moan loudly at the stretch, the slight pain enhancing how good it felt. He wastes no time bottoming out, giving you a few seconds to adjust, before he starts moving at a steady pace. He grabs your thighs, pulling you closer to the end of the bed where he stood, making you cry out when he hit that one spot that made you lose any train of thought.

“Right there! Please… don’t stop” You moan out at him.

He smirks down at you, a thin layer of sweat coating your bodies as he continues pounding into you, the sound of skin slapping engulfing your room. The feeling of your climax returns again, your moans getting louder as his do too, also being close to release.

His pace quickens, eager to reach his climax.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He moans out, your hands gripping at his wrists, your nails leaving crescent shaped indents as you cum around him. He pumps into you a few more times before pulling out, cumming all over your stomach.

The two of you stay silent and still for a moment, catching your breath before your eyes lock. You smile as he lets out a small chuckle before speaking.

“Think we should add that to the report too.”

You tossed and turned in your bed, the bright moonlight shining through the cracks of your blinds, keeping you awake. Sighing in defeat, you sit up, throwing a thin jacket over your shorts and tank top - ideal sleepwear in the hot weather of late - and made your way out of your small box room.

You quietly made your way through the silent halls of the cleaners HQ, finding it strange in comparison to the usual rowdiness of the kids that echoed through the halls.

You went down the stairs, making your way to the outside square where some of the cleaners practiced fighting and techniques, spotting Enjin sat on one of the benches. He didn’t notice you at first, distracted by trying to get his nearly empty lighter to light the cigarette that lazily hung out his mouth.

You shuffle over, taking a seat next to him as he breathes out a waft of smoke after successfully lighting the cigarette.

“What’chu doing up this late, girl?” He asks with his typical annoying smirk plastered on his face.

“Can’t sleep. It’s too bright out.” You respond as you shake your head slightly. He hums in response, silently offering you the cigarette that sat between his index and middle finger. You smile nervously.

“I’ve never smoked before.” You say with a giggle which he snorts at.

“It’s not difficult, just breathe in, then breathe in again so the smoke goes down, and you’ll never guess what you do next, you breathe out.” He jokes as you gently punch his arm, making him chuckle.

Taking the cigarette from him, you place it to your lips, following his instructions. The smoke burned slightly in a good way, but you coughed out all the smoke, making him cackle loudly.

“Don’t laugh! I’m a cigarette virgin.” You laugh as he continues mocking you. He wipes a tear from his eye, his laughing fit settling down.

You try again, the burning sensation continued, but this time you were able to contain the coughs that threatened to spill out.

“This means I’m taking your cigarette virginity, baby. What does that mean for us? Are we official?” He jokes, the pet name makes a blush spread across your features which he picked up on.

You throw your bare legs across his lap to get more comfortable, so he puts his large hand on them to hold them still.

“It means you’re an idiot, Enjin.” You tease, passing the cigarette back to him.

He doesn’t take it, instead lowering his head and taking a puff from it as your fingers held it still, keeping eye contact with you the entire time. The tension between the two of you began to grow as you kept your eyes locked with his, a familiar sensation beginning to pool between your thighs.

He blows the smoke out the corner of his mouth as he watched you with heavy eyes, drawing patterns aimlessly on your thigh with his tattooed hand. He smirks, an idea coming to his mind.

“Wanna share smoke?” He asks.

“Aren’t we already?” You ask, a little clueless to what he meant. He shakes his head.

“C’mere.” He says but before you can move yourself, he pulls you closer to his body by your leg, almost making you sit in his lap. You can feel the warmth emitting off his body as his breath fans over your face, your blush growing more at his closeness, as you noticed a slight blush on his face too.

He took your wrist in his large hand, still keeping full eye contact with you as he breathed in the smoke, but he didn’t breathe it out, letting it sit in his mouth for a moment.

He leaned forward, pressing his lips to yours. He was gentle at first, eventually growing in neediness when he pushed his tongue into your mouth, moving the smoke over to you, making you let out a quiet whimper in response. Your lips moved together with ease, your tongues clashing against each other in your mouth. He pulls you onto his lap, making you straddle him, your mouths never leaving each other as you begin to move your hips against the hardening cock in his trousers. His hands went to your hips, holding you still as he pulled away, a string of saliva connecting the two of you.

“Easy, girl. Don’t wanna get caught here, do we?” He teased. You blew out the smoke, aiming it away from his face before leaning forward and peppering kisses along his jaw.

“No, but I think we both now have an idea of how to tire ourselves to sleep.” You flirt back. He gives your hips a squeeze, wasting no time in taking the cigarette from you and putting it out. He encourages you to stand up, intertwining his hand in yours.

“Lead the way, baby.”

After a long day of arts and crafts, you grimace at your sticky skin which was covered in glue and glitter, thanks to Dear and Guita. You’d been tasked with watching over the two for the day since Bro had fallen ill after catching something from Dear, which had now spread to you.

You grumble to yourself, inconvenienced by the scratchy feeling in your throat and the headache that was building in pain. When you reach your room, you immediately strip down, racing to get into the shower and get rid of all the dirt and gunk that littered your skin. You stand there for a moment with your eyes closed, basking in the silence of your room, which was soon interrupted by the uncomfortable soreness that spread over your skin.

Not wasting any time, you quickly wash and hop out, wrapping yourself in your fluffy towel, grimacing at the soreness as you dry yourself. You drag your tired body back into your room, dropping the towel and letting it pool around your feet as you slip into your pyjamas, before getting into bed and hoping you can sleep off the cold before it develops.

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The next morning you awake to the sun shining through your curtains, you let out a whine at the disturbance and the pounding in your head. You felt so much worse than yesterday, the fabric of your pyjamas felt uncomfortable on your sore skin, the room starting to spin slightly as you sat up. You chug down some water and stuff a tissue up your nose, mentally cursing as you know that this will continue on for a few days. The silence was soon disturbed by a loud knock at your door.

You sigh and grumble, slowing dragging your body over to the door, unlocking it to see your boyfriend standing their with a grin spread over his face. The grin falters when he sees your disheveled state, his hand stretching over to push some hair out your face.

“Babyyy, what happened? You look… bad.” He asks

You tut, considering shutting the door in his face for stating the obvious which you didn’t want to hear.

“I caught whatever Dear has.” You groan and lean against the door frame, your body feeling too heavy to hold up by yourself. “Sorry, but I don’t wanna pass it onto you, keep a distance for a few days.”

He smirks and let out a scoff.

“You’re crazy if you think I’m letting you be alone. C’mon, girl, get into bed.” He argues, ushering you back inside.

You groan, but are too tired to argue back, so you drag your body back towards your bed and lay down under your many blankets.

You watch as he potters about your room, your eyes heavy and fighting sleep. He brings you a damp flannel, placing it on your forehead as he sits down on the edge of the bed as your eyes close.

“You hungry, baby? I’ll get you something.” He asks gently as he caresses your cheek with his thumb. You shake your head slowly in response. As he picks up your water bottle for you to drink, he lets out a disgusted noise at the small pile of used tissues in your bin that you had used throughout the night.

“Eughhh. Might wanna clean that up, sweets.” You open your eyes, frowning at him.

“I’ll cough on you.” You retaliate which he laughs at, slight concern washing over his face when he can’t tell if you’re joking or not.

“Can you hold me?” You whisper out as your hand makes its way on top of his. He nods, kicking his shoes off and slipping behind you before wrapping his arms around your body, his fingers drawing aimlessly on your hip and waist. The warmth that comes off your furnace of a boyfriend comforts you, lulling you to sleep quickly as he presses soft kisses to your hair.

You silently walk into your husbands office, your hands filled with some flowers you had picked about thirty minutes earlier on your walk.

You smile at him gently, his head down as he focused on some paperwork. The vase you made him for his previous birthday sat empty on his desk next to the framed photo of you, waiting to hold and display new flowers. You place the small bouquet inside, topping up the water and fiddling with the buds to present them in the way you liked, humming in content when they lay in a perfect way.

The silence of his office engulfed you, so you decided to change that, walking to his vintage record player and putting on one of your and your husbands favourite tunes. You sway to the jazz music, moving back to your husbands desk, walking behind his chair and running your hands up and down his muscular arms, leaning down to his side and pressing a slow kiss to his cheek, accidentally leaving a slight lipstick stain.

“Won’t my dearest husband dance with me?” You ask softly earning a grunt from him

“Soon. Allow me to finish this first.” He responds as your eyes follow his to the small stack of papers that lay in front of him. You sigh and glance at the clock that was sat on the wall, reading 9pm. You understood his slight resistance, he had been ignoring his duties all day to spend the day with you after you insisted it was the best way to spend your anniversary.

You stand up to your full height, running your hands through his hair before walking forward, gently tugging the pen out of his hand, suppressing a laugh as he looks at you with a raised eyebrow. You place the pen back in its holder, turning around and leaning against his desk, taking his hand in your own when he attempts to take the pen back.

“The paperwork will still be here in the morning, but only a few hours of our day remain.” You start as he smiles at you, finding your insistence amusing.

“Will you dance with me?” You ask again to which he sighs happily and nods.

“Very well.” He stands up, offering his hand to you, which you take, as he guides you around the desk. He stops in front of you, placing his hands on your waist, his hold both firm and comforting, as you place yours on his shoulders, the both of you swaying gently to the soft jazz that continued to play. The smiles on your faces never faded as you gazed into each others eyes, creating a slight ache in your cheeks.

“I must learn to say ‘no’ to you.” He jokes, earning a giggle from you.

“We both know that’s not something you can do.” He lets out a short airy laugh, nodding in agreement.

He leans down to your height, placing a soft kiss to your lips, lingering there for a few moments before pulling away. You close your eyes, resting your head against his chest, savouring the moment of bliss between you and your love, ready to start planning the events for your next year anniversary.

Stumbling back to your room, you put your hand against the peeling white wall, before tripping into the common room.

Hearing a light chuckle to your left, you slowly turn your head, setting your heavy eyes on the man sat on the sofa, who was mocking your current state.

“Had a good time, love?” He asks, rising from the sofa and making his way over to you.

You nod, eyes sparkling at the fun new memories you made tonight with your friends, a much needed break from the events of late.

“Mhmmm! We had such a good time” You slur, putting your hands on his muscular arms due to the touchy habit you pick up under the influence, and leaning your weight on him to balance yourself.

He chuckles again at your drunkenness, taking your left arm in his and putting his right hand on your lower back to guide you.

“C’mon, love, let’s get you to bed.” He moves you to your room, guiding you to your bed, which you flop onto, to which he moves you onto your back so he can take your heels off for you.

You watch him silently, your arms sprawled around you, the alcohol bringing out questions your sober self wanted answers to.

“Why are you always so nice to me?” You slur sleepily.

He ignores the question, tossing your shoes to the side and standing up to his full height so he can leave you to sleep.

You quickly reach out, grasping his wrist.

“Can you stay…?” You ask to which he shakes his head.

“Get some sleep.” He replies making you groan and flop back down, as you try to ignore the spinning ceiling whilst he opens the door.

“When we’re married will you make me sleep alone too?” You ask, slurring half your question, as your eyes flutter closed to rest. The question stops him in his tracks, he turns his head back to face you, eyes widened and a slight blush spread across his face.

“You what?”

“You heard me.” You respond sleepily.

He chuckles, looking out your room to the bland hallway.

“No, I’ll stay with you then.” He suppresses a smile at your amusement to his response, leaving your room to let you sleep off the alcohol.

“Sleep well, love.” He closes the door behind him, walking off to his own room for the night as you fall asleep.

Lounging on the sofa in your shared flat whilst scrolling through tik tok, an idea comes to your head, making you giggle. You get up, adjusting your (definitely not his) oversized shirt before tossing your phone onto the cushions and making your way around the sofa to your boyfriend, who was doing pushups on the floor. Too caught up in his workout, he doesn’t notice you or your giggles as you lie down next to him, only snapping out his daze when you shimmy underneath his bigger form.

“Hey” He smiles at you, still moving up and down, his body weighing heavily on yours every time he moves down.

“Hiya” You giggle.

“What’re you doing down there?” He asks teasingly as you watch the way his muscles flex as he moves, making him smirk when he notices your distracted gaze.

“Nothin’. Just y’know, hanging out.” You smile, tracing the veins that run down his arms.

He stops his movements, letting out a short and airy laugh, bending down to place a short kiss to your lips.

“Well since you’re here, why don’t you help by counting for me.” He says, starting up again, placing a kiss on your face for every number you count.

The two sat in a comfortable silence atop their wagon, pulled along by their two horses. Y/N looked around, admiring the beautiful but cold scenery of Canada, a soft sigh leaving her lips as she reminisces about the life she and her husband left behind.

Charles placed a large hand on her thigh, giving it a comforting squeeze.

“We’ll find somewhere to settle soon, I promise.”

She nods and gives him a gentle smile.

“I don’t mind the journey, I just hope leaving everyone back at Beachers Hope was the right choice…”

He hums, silence falling over them again as he thinks for a while.

“No matter what happens, we’ll make it work, darling.” He comforts

The two continue on, soon arriving at a run down cabin. Charles is the first to get off, coming around to help Y/N as she climbs down, taking her hand to keep her steady. She wraps her shawl around herself tighter in an attempt to keep in the little warmth her body was producing as she walks towards the cabin, giving it a unimpressed look.

“It needs some rebuilding, but we can make it work. I’ll fix it up, you can add your womanly touch to the interior and soon enough it’ll be our home.” Charles says to convince Y/N that coming to Canada with little to nothing was a good choice.

She nods, smiling softly at Charles, knowing he was trying his best to give her the life he’d always promised her.

“How about you set up a little shelter for tonight, I’ll create a fire. I miss warmth.” She mutters the last part as she walks off to find logs and sticks, earning a deep chuckle from Charles.

After gathering what she guessed was enough, she walked back to their ‘house’ seeing that Charles had set up a covered and slightly cosy cloth tent that he had attached to the wagon. Y/N dumped the sticks nearby, arranging them in a fire-like way with precision. The snow crunched behind her under the weight of each of Charles steps, who knelt next to her, taking the sticks out her chilly hands.

“Allow me. Rest.” He said, though it seemed more like a gentle command than an offer. She did as he said, taking food and extra blankets out their shared wagon and placing them on their temporary bed, sitting down and waiting for her love to join her.

Night quickly fell upon them, the two cuddled up in their tent trying to preserve as much warmth as possible.

“Do you think… all will be well? Not just for us, but for the others?” She asks as she aimlessly traced patterns onto his hand.

He nods “Yes, you know I’ll always care for you and make sure you’re well. The others will be fine. They’re strong.”

She nodded as she laid her head down on his chest, closing her eyes and falling into a deep slumber, at peace knowing that for the first time in years, the two of them were finally free of their past.

Author Note: My first fic!! Hope any readers enjoy, feel free to give critiques!! 🫶

She walks into the shop, rock music playing from the stereo that sits on a shelf in the corner. She walks up to the counter in the front and looks around at the walls which were decorated in art she assumed was done by the tattoo artists here.

Her thoughts take a turn when a man emerges from the back and walks up to the counter, his muscles almost unable to be contained by his tight black shirt. He runs his hand through his hair, his shirt rising up slightly, letting her get a glimpse of his blonde happy trail before he looks down at her.

“What you here for, girl?” He asks, his deep and gruff voice sending vibrations down her spine.

“Uh… snakebite piercings. I called earlier today-“ She responds, getting interrupted when he starts waving his hand to get her to stop talking.

“Yeah, I remember you. C’mon, go sit over there whilst I get set up.” He says, walking off to the back of the shop again as she walks around the counter and takes a seat on a leather bed covered in plastic which stuck to her thighs. She swung her feet as he bought over the supplies, pulling up a stool and sitting down.

Grabbing a marker, he rolled forward on the stool, man spreading wide enough to where she was in between his legs, then grabbing her face with both gentleness and confidence. He got close, his eyes focused on her lips as he presses two dots below her lip, leaning back to check their evenness, making his shirt lift once again.

He grunts in approval, grabbing a mirror and flipping it so she can see. “Here’s good? Or you want them closer together?” He asked, watching her closely as she smiled.

“That’s good. They’re gonna look perfect” She responds making him let out a quick and airy laugh.

He slips on some gloves, grabs the needle then gets closer to her once again, lining then needle up with the first dot.

“Alright, sweetheart, deep breath in…” She does as instructed, letting out a quiet pained moan as he slips the needle through with ease.

He slips the jewellery through, making her let out another whimper, finding it more painful than the actual piercing itself.

He repeats the same with the second, it being more painful than the last, making her let out a gasp and a louder whimper.

“There you go, deep breaths, love.” He comforts. She picks up the mirror, admiring her new piercings, smiling at the site of the metal that now sits in her face.

“I love them! Thank you.” She says cheerfully to which he lets out another short chuckle.

He grabs her chin gently, turning her head left then right, assessing his work. She keeps her gaze focused on his eyes as he gently bites his lip in focus.

“Is… all good…?” He nods “Yeah. Things are gonna swell a bit and bruise. Be careful when you eat and no kissing, love.” He chuckles which she responds with a laugh.

“I can do that.”

They walk to the front desk together, going on separate sides as she gets out her wallet, passing him the £50 she owes. He takes the money from her hand, their fingers brushing for a moment. He passes back £20, confusion washing over her face.

“First time here, you get a discount.” He clears up, in actuality being that he hopes the pretty lady in front of him returns to the shop for another session.

She giggles “Well thank you, sir.” He nods “Come back in two weeks. I’ll change your bars.” She nods back, giving him a smile before saying her goodbyes, looking back at the man before leaving the shop, knowing she’ll be back again soon.