A Sickly Paul Atredias With Chani Or Female Reader As Caretaker Plz

A sickly Paul Atredias with Chani or female reader as caretaker plz 🥹

The night has your name

Warnings: NSFW SOFT

Pairing: Paul/female reader.

A/N:Maybe not exactly what you wanted, but I always thought about what happened after Paul first confronted his mother's mentor. And he needs to be consoled, he is still only a young man…

What a strange night. The noise of the supply ships in the loading docks of the ducal castle of Caladan, as well as that of several visiting ships, had kept me awake at night. So much was happening.

The Atreides family was being shaken to its foundations. The announcement of the family departure to Arrakis was a move by the Emperor, and although we could not interpret it to its full extent, it had shaken the lords.

We, the servants had toiled for days to prepare for the move. While his parents were organising everything, Paul had spent his time walking on the beach, training, and processing the situation in solitude.His natural melancholy had deepened.

I knew that he hated this situation, because he sensed the evil intentions that the emperor harbored. Paul himself had told me about it, when he came to my small room some nights.

And, maybe, if anyone discovered our romance, they might think it was just a bit of sexual relaxation. But it wasn't just that.

We talked, we read together, and sometimes he asked me for certain opinions. He had told me about the war of assassins he had witnessed in his childhood. About the horrible executions he had to witness in his own home. How he had to run away.

His first direct contact with the Harkonnens. Only twelve years old.

He spoke about it in a cold, dispassionate tone. Those nights almost always ended in silence and hugs.Hearing him sigh when I stroked his curls warmed my soul at that moment.

He was a good boy, and he would make a admirable duke, worthy of the house of Atreides.

A heavy cranking of the engine brought me back to this reality.I couldn't tell what time it was, but given the turmoil of the night, I doubt anyone could sleep. I stared sadly at the ceiling. 

I turned over, trying hard to sleep.

The minutes slid down the clock, desperate grains of sand. One hour, two? At some point, between the noise and the silence,maybe I fell into a torturous dream, without the slides stopping passing by my closed eyelids.Images,places,fears…..

Three silent knocks on the door.

Dazed, I opened my eyes and snapped out of my reverie.It was like someone was calling me. Was I still dreaming?

The blows were repeated. So I didn't dream it. Someone needed me, earlier than usual.Oh, it seems, the day started earlier than I predicted. I barely bothered to light my room, leaving only a faint yellow globe in the gloom.

I Opened the door carefully. The hallway was in shadows and I barely noticed my visitor at first. I inspected the shadow, searching, when an unmistakable green flash made me stop my words.The remnants of my drowsiness were instantly extinguished. I didn't think it was him, but it was Paul.

Almost merged into the dimness.Fully dressed. I was instantly alarmed and gasped his name. He simply nodded and pointed inside, giving me a needy look. I let him in immediately.

I could only close the door silently, welcoming him.Still not saying anything, he wrapped his arms around me and sighed, pressing his face against my shoulder, the buttons of his jacket digging into my chest, making me shudder, through my simple long nightgown.

He inhales deeply like a long private sigh. His long, silky eyelashes brushed against me, as he rubbed the tip of his cold nose under my chin.I shivered, even more when I felt his warm breath on my chest.I stroked his hair,offering him soft caresses between the brown waves that made him sigh with pleasure.

At the moment, he only seemed to need silence and a long hug. I slid my hands up his sides, trapping his waist.

It took him very little time to collapse.I felt something wet on my neck. Paul was crying silently.I whispered into his curls.

"Oh,Paul,please....."

I didn't want to pressure him, I knew that sometimes he preferred silence and touch.

Finally his voice, muffled against me, was heard.

"Sorry, I didn't know what to do."

"Paul....it's okay, it's okay. Please tell me what happened"

He shivered softly.

"Gom Gabbar"

I nodded silently, understanding. I had read many manuals, codes, history of the universe. I knew what this cruel test consisted of.

I shouldn't have hated his mother, it was not in my power to judge Lady Jessica.Or the Bene Gesserit sisterhood, although now, with the sad product of their crosses in my arms, I would only wish to see each and every one of them die.

I held him to my chest, letting him cry. I caressed his back, and hugged him tightly in my arms. I wish I could make him feel like I was by his side, whenever he wanted.

I cry until I wet my nightgown, in silence.

And when I noticed that his sobbing had stopped, I was able to talk to him again, without forcing him to look at me.

«Paul......let's lie down on the bed.»

He nodded, and only whispered:

"Will you let me stay with you?"

"All my life, if you wish."

We undressed, without shame, seeing our bodies in the yellow light of the lamp filters, almost extinguished. With a graceful kick, he kicked off his boots. The shapes of the room were reflected in his body, so pale and thin, as he undressed.

Opening his jacket later, unbuttoning it. He quickly took off his white linen shirt, finishing messing up his hair. He opened his belt.

I slipped under the sheet, keeping it open, waiting for him.

Approaching the bed, he slid his pants down his thighs, along with his underwear. I swallowed, affected, repeating to myself that it was not the time.How could I not feel my whole body react, longing for the proximity of that flame of pale fire, naked before me?

Paul kept his gaze lowered, his eyes veiled by his eyelashes, half closed and hidden.

I could still make out the wet traces on his cheeks.

His soft, calm male member swung between his thighs as he leaned over my table, laying his clothes neatly next to mine. I was waiting for him inside the bed and I opened the sheet for him.

At times, I had joked with him about my uncomfortable bed, while he had a luxurious bed, with fine sheets at his disposal. 

And he always smiled, talking about his terrible suffering to visit me. We got involved in tickle wars, which ended in extremely adult games.

We made love sweetly and other times, we made it so wildly that it was not unusual to find traces in the form of bites or bruises on our bodies.

But aside from erotic thoughts for now. I offered him my arm as a pillow. He immediately leaned on me, bringing his cheek closer to my neck, while I hugged him.

His chest against my side, close to me. He always told me that I was much warmer than him, a little stove. He used to feel cold, and I was always caressing his hands and feet when I could. His leg slid over mine, trying to touch his foot with mine, while he put a hand between my breasts, holding them, caressing their tender softness. 

I laughed fondly and felt him smile against me.

Paul moaned softly as I wiped away the traces of tears that remained on his cheeks.

With my fingers, sliding my finger along his delicate and elegant nose. Paul came even closer,taking me, hugging me tightly against him. 

I buried my nose and lips in his forehead and hair, allowing me the pleasure of caressing him like this and getting excited with his aniseed, woody smell,deeply masculine.

Our breathing deepened, they matched each other.

With one finger, I lifted his chin, putting at my disposal his lips, pink like the corals of the Caladan sea, now still stained with tears. I kissed him tenderly, and he responded to me, happy for the first time on this terrible night.

He moaned when I kissed him, while he pushed my hip with his boner, his warm cock, increasingly ready and full.

His tongue, so fine and soft, slid safely between my lips,tangling with mine, moving sensually over my face.

We sighed together, moving under the sheets, looking for each other with increasing haste, between gasps that increased,making me as wet and ready for him as he already was for me.

There were still good things in the galaxy, there is still comfort and love in this strange life. And as long as we could meet during the night, the arrival of morning would not be so difficult.

And.....there was still the night.

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“My Gem”

Paul Atreides x Reader Request: Yes Summary: Paul asks for the Emperor's eldest daughter's hand in marriage. Warnings: None, it's just pure fluff Word Count: 880 I don't own Dune or it's characters nor do I claim them as my own This is a short cute imagine, hope you all still love it x Comments likes, and reblogs are always adored and appreciated xx

Paul stood tall as he saw the Emperor’s daughter approach him with a graceful smile. He had asked for her hand in marriage, which she happily accepted. Paul had grown up with the Emperor’s daughter when he would visit Kaitain with his father and mother. The lush planet was always beautiful, and Paul had grown to love it as he grew older. During his visits, he became closer to the Emperor’s eldest daughter. Princess Y/n. In their teenage years, they both grew to have a crush on one another. Their hearts would skip a beat; when their eyes locked, they would shine like the brightest stars in the night sky. Paul replayed their first meeting as Y/n climbed up the steps towards him.

Paul’s head tilted as he observed Y/n play a game with her younger sister, Irulan. Paul smiled as Y/n hid behind a tree before jumping out and picking up Irulan. The younger sister squealed in delight as Y/n spun around, seeing Paul Y/n let Irulan down as the sister ran to find their father. Y/n wandered over to Paul with a smile “My Lord Atreides”, she curtsied gently, her eyes looking up through her lashes, a slight smirk on her lips. Paul bowed his head with a sly grin “Princess Y/n”, he held her hand, kissing her knuckles. “You are very pretty today, Princess”, Paul complimented Y/n, blushing at his words, looping her arm with his; they both strolled down the cobblestone path. “Thank you, Lord Atreides, and you are very handsome today, “ she giggled as Paul blushed, talking endlessly about their favourite things. Both of them knew then their relationship was only just beginning.

Paul exhaled, slowly holding out his hand for Y/n to grasp. Her fingers delicately slid along his palm, joining his side. His bride sat beside him at the wedding table, and his mother and father sat at the end with Y/n’s sister Irulan and her other sisters, Wensicia, Chalice, Josifa and Rugi. Paul had never met her other sisters besides Irulan, but he could see where all the daughters got their beautiful looks. Their mother, but to him, Y/n was the prized gem in his eyes. He held his wife’s hand on the table; a smile graced his facial features. Admiring her beauty, his eyes turned to look around the grand hall. Watching everyone cheer and laugh at his wedding celebration. When Paul stood up, he offered his hand for Y/n to grab. As she stood beside him, Paul led her out of the grand hall and towards the entrance. Strolling through the halls together, Paul made a detour from their new chambers and turned in a different direction. “There is something I would like to show you.”

Paul led her to the Caladan gardens, covering Y/n’s eyes. She could hear the calm sounds of water trickling and birds tweeting in the moonlit sky. Paul stopped and told Y/n to keep her eyes closed before his arms wrapped around her waist. His lips ghosted over her neck, his nose trailing over her pulse towards her ear. His eyes watched her chest rise and fall, his hands sliding up her stomach and up towards her chest. Y/n gripped his hands. “There will be plenty of time for that, Paul” “ she giggled; a deep chuckle fell from Paul’s lips; he grinned. “Hmm, I can’t wait that long, but if I must. Until then, open your eyes, my wife,” he breathed, kissing her jaw as her eyes fluttered open, taking in the gardens before her. “This is beautiful, Paul. I’ve always heard such stories about the Caladan gardens. Our gardens at home don’t compare to yours” She turned to look at Paul with shining eyes. Paul smirked, laughing. “Oh, I don’t believe that; your gardens are just as beautiful. As are you,” he whispered as he bowed. “May I have this dance?” he asked; she smiled, nodding, holding his hand. “You may,” she said, placing her other hand on his shoulder. Paul wrapped his other arm around Y/n’s waist as they danced in a circle. The only sounds were the waterfalls and sounds of fauna surrounding them as the newlyweds shared their first dance.

The Duke and Lady Jessica watched from the shadows with smiles. “Our son chose well; he will be just fine.” Leto’s arm looped with Jessica’s, and the woman hummed in agreement. “He has, but then they were destined to be together, Leto. She is his other half, as he is hers.” She pulled Leto away as they rejoined the wedding celebrations. Paul and Y/n were once again alone, away from prying eyes. 

Paul pressed his forehead against his wife’s; Y/n’s tender smile made him feel a thousand butterflies in his stomach. Fireflies danced around the husband and wife as Paul pulled her closer, breathing deeply and brushing his nose with hers. His eyes stared into hers lovingly.

“Careful there”, Y/n whispered. Paul chuckled lightly. “What do you mean?” Paul asked her with a slight smirk; his wife leaned in, her lips brushing his.

“You look like you are falling in love” Paul licked his lips, his smirk broadening. “I already have, My Gem”

Mr Long Legs and Ms Pocket Size

Summary: Toto loves that his girlfriend has to cling to him like a koala whenever she wants to kiss him. OR how Y/n has to constantly pull off the highest heels just to stand next to her “giant” boyfriend.

A/N: I will add a small smau right below so stay tuned u guys!

Toto and his girlfriend, who he lovingly calls his 'short stack,' wake up every day with a smile on their faces. They start their day with a kiss, normally she would have to hold onto him just to give him a peck on the lip. As they go about their morning routine, Toto can't help but grin as he watches her attempt to reach things on high shelves, which is often caused by him because he often teases her by placing things on the top shelf that are out of her reach, knowing she would have to call him for the help. 

“Damn you and your heights, who would put their everyday mugs on the highest place on the cupboard!”

“It’s not that high, Schatz. Look! It’s very much reachable. Well, compared to my size of course. Here you go.”

“New information, in case you don’t know… I am not your size”

“I’m pretty much aware of that, you are rather pocket-size, Liebe.”

His girlfriend playfully rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest.

"You know very well I'm not as tall as you, you oversized giant," she said with a hint of amusement. 

"But I guess being so towering has its downside. You're constantly losing things behind the cabinets and on top of the fridge. I suppose height isn't everything." Toto chuckled, wrapping his arm around her waist. 

"Height has its benefits, especially when it comes to pulling pranks on my short stack girl," he said while kissing her neck.

“Have you grown? Liebe.”

“Just for today, so pretty much yes.” Y/n grins then lifts her shoe high enough to reveal heels that make Toto’s jaw drop a little before he begins laughing hysterically. 

“Gotta pull off these bad bitches right here so that the press can take a picture with both of us without cutting your legs out of the frame.”

“There’s no way you’re gonna survive the whole day with those on.”

“Watch me! Toto.”

“Please! For the sake of me, just wear something flatter, like trainers, or your flats.”

“Nope.” She said with the sound pop “p”. 

Y/n is well aware that Toto enjoys the benefits of such a height gap, but it's enjoyable to tease him about being able to close the space on occasion.

"Shall we go?" Y/n asks making Toto sigh looking down at her feet again before nodding.

“If you ever feel any sort of discomfort please come to me right away. Yes? Liebe”

“Alright, Mr Long Legs”

Y/n confidently struts towards the door with Toto trailing behind her. As they step inside the paddock, they are immediately greeted by a swarm of press and fans clamouring to catch a glimpse of the famous couple. Toto watches in amazement as Y/n effortlessly strikes a series of poses, her confidence and poise perfectly fitting the larger-than-life persona she had adopted for the day. Despite her high heels, she didn't falter and instead embraced the spotlight with grace, leaving Toto in awe of her confidence and charisma. He also couldn't help but feel a little nervous at the idea of her wearing such high shoes all day, but his girlfriend was determined to make a statement. 

“Someone is a bit taller today?” Lewis said chuckling.

“Yes, Lewis. I’m even at your head level today. Still not quite George’s height but one step at a time, right?”

“Impressive… But I prefer the tiny boss to be tiny. Because those heels can break your toes or something.”

“It’s quite hurtful now but don’t you dare tell Toto. I’m trying to stay above a little longer today. Maybe till the race ends, then I will take it off.”

“Promise?”

“Swear on my toes, Lewis. Now get in the car. “

As Toto listened to Y/n's exchange with Lewis, he couldn't help but feel a pang of worry deep in his chest, with a little pang of jealousy as he heard Lewis make the comment about preferring her to be tiny, but he quickly pushed it aside. In his eyes, his girlfriend was perfect no matter her height. He knew how determined and fierce she could be, but the thought of her hurting herself in those towering shoes left him feeling uneasy. As Lewis walked away, Toto approached Y/n with a small frown, as he gently lifted her foot and carefully removed her heeled shoes, he couldn't help but notice the slight tension in her expression. He could tell she was disappointed that her attempt to be "taller" had come to an abrupt end. But he knew that her safety and well-being were his top priority, and he wasn't willing to risk her getting injured just for the sake of appearing taller. As he lowered her feet back to the ground, Toto looked up at her with a mixture of concern and affection "You know," he began, his tone tender, "you're perfect just the way you are, Liebe. Whether you're towering in those shoes or not." He gently ran a hand up her slender leg, his touch affectionate. "I don't care one bit about your height. I just want you to be safe and comfortable. That's all that matters to me."

Y/n couldn't help but soften at Toto's words, her disappointment at having to remove the heels fading in the warm glow of his affection. "I know," she replied, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. She reached down to brush a stray lock of hair out of his eyes, her touch gentle. "I just wanted to stand a bit taller for a change, you know? But I understand where you're coming from." She gave him a grin. "Next time, perhaps I will try on some wedges platform?”

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y/n_user: Can someone tell him to give me some of his height?

mercedesamgf1 we will try tiny boss

y/n_user Thanks admin! I appreciate ur help lewishamilton Can u tell him to save some for me also! Much needed it y/n_user Go find ur own! This is mine already

user_1 Mrs Long Legs now

user_2 Those shoes could kill

user_3 Can u save some for Yuki too

y/n_user Noted user_4 Tell Yuki to take it from his bf gasly

lilymhe Pretty heels for ma wifey

y/n_user Stop it wifey they're killlinggg meee lilymhe U can always sit on my lap wifey mercedesamgf1 Please stop calling my missus your wifey - toto user_1 the boss has joined the chat mic drop

user_5 Not toto using the company acc

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y/n_user photo dump and date night with my Mr Long Legs and he calls me his Ms Pocket Size so screw the heels

user_2 She looks so good!

user_3 THEY ARE THE POWER COUPLE!!

user_1 Dear mr future husband pls take note

lilymhe love you beautiful!

user_6 ATE and left NO CRUMBS

lewishamilton gorgeous - toto wolff

lewishamilton i don’t have instagram - toto wolff

y/n_user pls give lewis his ig acc back old man!

user: nOt the sign off by toto himself 😭😭

mercedesamgf1: finest couple ever! 😮‍💨

user admin— you’re so real for this omg user admin knows what’s up user can toto fight? user can’t fight for a championship that’s for sure

mercedesamgf1 the boss says you’re gorgeous

user GIVE THIS PERSON A RAISE FOR THEIR HARD WORK mercedesamgf1 so true

In Sickness and In Health

Paul Atreides x Reader

Summary: Paul fears leaving you while you are sick.

Paul hated to leave you alone, especially since you haven't been feeling so well lately.

Paul knew he needed to go with his father, but he didn't want to.

"I will take care of her." his mother tried her best to reassure him, but Paul was worried.

The love of his life, his beautiful wife has been forced to bedrest for the last few days.

The doctors examined you and determined that you had a simple illness.

A simple one, yet you suffered greatly because of it.

You had a high fever, you could barely eat and sleep was a difficult task.

You were separated from Paul the second day of your illness, now, he was only allowed to visit you.

He was kind enough to bring you books or read you some of his own.

"You must go, Paul, your father expects you to."

"I do not care. I don't wish to leave you alone."

"I understand, but I will be fine, I do feel better already, so please, don't worry too much."

"My mother said she will visit you often," he said as his grip tightened around the book he was reading to you. "I still don't want to leave you." he promised to be by your side, in sickness and in health.

"I will be fine." you said with a smile. Your smile made him believe that it might be all fine after all.

Yet, his worry never left him.

The next day, he left with his father.

Lady Jessica kept her promise and visited as often as she could.

You even started conversations with her. And she did enjoy talking about Paul when he was young.

Then, she even mentioned her marriage, and how she wished you and Paul wouldn't have to face the same or similar difficulties.

The week soon passed, and you were much better as you awaited Paul's return.

And soon enough, you were told that he was landing.

You rushed over, by the time you got there Paul was already off the ship, making his way to you.

"Paul!" you smiled as you slowly jogged over to him, he fully started running.

You opened your arms and wrapped them around him as he lifted you off the ground. You giggled into his ear.

"I'm so happy to see you." he said. "You look so much better."

"Your mother gave me a special tea, it truly helped," you said as he finally put you down on the ground and kissed you.

"I missed you so much." he said and you laughed a little.

"I missed you, Paul."

Paul never felt so relieved in his entire life. He was worried about coming back, so when he saw you, full of life and smiles, running over to him, the weight from his shoulders just disappeared.

All his worries left his body in a matter of seconds.

He held onto you tight and strong, afraid to let you leave his sight as he watched your face, full of life, your eyes, filled with love as you looked at him.

Not even in his best dreams did he ever imagine coming back home and finding you like this.

He was forever grateful for his mother for healing you.

He made a vow to never leave your side ever again, and it is a promise Paul intends to keep for the rest of his life.

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giving them silent treatment (angst)

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max verstappen

he’s best friends with someone who plays rugby. she never thought max would like her due to her midsize and short height, but he gets to go to one of her games finally. they have secret crushes on each other

Lucky Charm

Max Verstappen x RugbyPlayer!Reader

a/n: there isn’t a official face claim for this reader these are just female rugby images I found on Pinterest! Thank you so much for your request! I absolutely loved this idea, i’m a rugby league girl through and through!!✨

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You always felt a bit out of place in the grand scheme of things. With your midsize frame and short height, you were far from the conventional idea of an athlete, especially in a sport like rugby. But here you were, defying expectations and proving your worth on the field. The Women's Rugby World Cup was the pinnacle of your career, and you were determined to give it your all.

Your best friend, Max Verstappen, had been with you through thick and thin. Despite his fame as a Formula 1 driver, he had always made time for you. Max was your rock, the one who believed in you when you doubted yourself. There had always been an undercurrent of something more between you two, a spark that neither of you had dared to acknowledge—until now.

The final match of the Women's Rugby World Cup had arrived, and the atmosphere was electric. The stadium buzzed with anticipation, and you could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on you. You tied your boots, adjusting your gear one last time, and took a deep breath. This was it.

Jamie, one of your teammates, walked over, a confident grin on her face. “Guess who’s here to watch you play today?”

“Let me guess, another scout?” You chuckled, trying to mask the flutter of nerves in your stomach.

“Close. Better, actually.” Jamie’s grin widened. “Max is here.”

Your heart skipped a beat. Max Verstappen, here to watch you play? It seemed surreal. Max had always supported you, but his busy schedule often kept him away from your games. The idea of him being in the stands for the most important game of your life filled you with a mix of excitement and anxiety.

“Why would Max be here? He told me he couldn't make it, he's meant to be preparing for his race.” you asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

Jamie shrugged, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “Maybe he decided you were more important, you know you've always come first with him.”

You felt your cheeks heat up, and you quickly looked away, focusing on tying your laces. The idea that Max could be interested in you seemed far-fetched, but the thought was enough to send a thrill through your veins.

The game started with a roar from the crowd, and you pushed all thoughts of Max to the back of your mind. You needed to focus, to play your best. The first half was intense, with both teams fighting tooth and nail for dominance. You could feel the pressure mounting, but you thrived under it, making plays and tackles that had the crowd on their feet.

During a brief pause, you glanced towards the stands, your eyes searching for a familiar face. And there he was, Max, leaning forward, his eyes glued to the field. When your eyes met, he gave you a thumbs-up and a smile that made your heart race. You quickly looked away, your focus snapping back to the game, but the warmth from his smile lingered.

The second half was even tougher. The score was tied, and the tension was palpable. With seconds left on the clock, your team managed to push forward. The ball was passed to you, and you saw a gap in the defense. You sprinted, dodging defenders, adrenaline pumping through your veins. You crossed the try line, scoring the winning try just as the final whistle blew.

The stadium erupted in cheers. Your teammates mobbed you, their excitement infectious. Amidst the celebration, you caught sight of Max making his way down from the stands. Without thinking, you broke free from the crowd and ran towards him.

“Max!” you shouted, your voice barely audible over the noise.

He opened his arms, and you leaped into them, your momentum nearly knocking him over. He held you tightly, lifting you off the ground as you wrapped your legs around his waist. “You were incredible!” he shouted, his voice filled with pride and excitement.

“Thank you,” you said, breathless and exhilarated. “I can’t believe you’re here.”

“I wouldn’t have missed it,” Max replied, his eyes shining with pride. “I’ve been looking forward to this.”

Before you could respond, Max grabbed your face, his hands warm and firm against your skin. He looked into your eyes, and for a moment, the world seemed to stop. Then, without another word, he pulled your face towards him and kissed you. The kiss was soft at first, tentative, as if both of you were testing the waters. But it quickly deepened, filled with all the emotions and unspoken words that had been building up between you for so long.

The cheers of your teammates, the noise of the crowd, all melted into the background as you lost yourself in the moment, not bothering who saw the two of you. When you finally pulled away, you rested your forehead against his, both of you breathless and smiling.

“I guess this means you’re my good luck charm now,” he murmured, making you laugh.

“I think you were mine.” you replied, feeling happier than you ever thought possible.