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The Subtle Redemption of Lance Tucker - 10 / 13
Title: The Subtle Redemption of Lance Tucker aka The Subtle Redemption of Lance the Fucker
Summary: Lance is a perfect fixture in your past. And suddenly, he’s roaring into focus as your younger sister’s National Coach. The warning signs scream around you, resistance is almost futile. But you’re an adult now. You’re stronger than the silly little kid you were before, right? Right?
Pairing: Lance Tucker x Reader
Rating: language, implied adult themes, smut.
Word count: 3.3k
A/N: Did someone ask for fluff? No. Smuff, ok, you go it! Again, such little time to edit, I apologise as always.
Title Inspo: n/a.
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“Should I be surprised how you managed to weasel into my secure apartment building?” you sighed as you spotted Lance sitting at your front door, his phone in hands and overnight night bag beside him, very casual: jeans, sneakers and Henley. He finished his text and bounced to his feet, a gentle smile on his lips. “You’re early, by the way.”
You cursed inwardly, he hadn’t given you any time to freshen up. Damn him.
“You’d be surprised how well recognised I still am,” he shrugged smugly.
“Well, as long as you keep riding those fifteen minutes, Lance,” you tapped his shoulder in mock support and moved past him to unlock the front door, he followed you in.
“I won this great nation Gold at an Olympic Games,” he annuncuated. “I’m still a coach to international champions, sweetheart,” he reminded you as you rolled your eyes and feigned surprise.
“My God, I had no idea. I’m glad you managed to slip that one in, Lance,” you held your heart in mocking.
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The Subtle Redemption of Lance Tucker - 12 / 13
Title: The Subtle Redemption of Lance Tucker aka The Subtle Redemption of Lance the Fucker
Summary: Lance is a perfect fixture in your past. And suddenly, he’s roaring into focus as your younger sister’s National Coach. The warning signs scream around you, resistance is almost futile. But you’re an adult now. You’re stronger than the silly little kid you were before, right? Right?
Pairing: Lance Tucker x Reader
Rating: language, implied adult themes, smut.
Word count: 2.1k
A/N: I had fun writing this one. Please enjoy. Again, such little time to edit, I apologise as always. I am a comment whore. Any comments always appreciated xo
Title Inspo: n/a.
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Unlocking the apartment door and easing yourself in with arms full of groceries, you revealed bouquets and bouquets of flowers exquisitely scenting the small space and Lance, shirtless and jeans loose around his hips, accentuating that beautiful Venus belt and hideous tattoo.
“Let’s swap,” he suggested, welcoming you at the door with a gentle kiss. Oh, you’d missed those soft lips, a bit miffed he’d ended it after with single peck after such a long time away. He handed you a glass of champagne as he took the bags from you and moving them to the kitchen while you oversaw the gorgeous blooms. Roses, all in various pastel shades. Light, nothing bold. Romantic, stunning. Very unlike Lance Tucker.
A little overwhelmed, you were hesitant to move in case Lance was about to something really fucking stupid – your limbs were paralysed in fear. “You’re back!” you found your voice, purposefully ignoring the situation you had just walked into.
“I’m home, baby,” he confirmed. “It is not a mirage, your Gold medal-winning head coach man is stateside,” he whispered, proudly.
“I almost didn’t see you in between all the flowers…” you gave him a pointed look.
“You don’t like them?” he asked, a little saddened, chewing his lip nervously.
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