Lucky
Alec Hardison x Reader
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It’s late when Alec Hardison gets home, way later than usual. He’d expected you to have gone to bed without him, but the lights shining from underneath your shared gaming room door dictate otherwise. You’re careful to always turn off the lights in the rooms you weren’t using.
He shakes his head with a smile as he toes his shoes off by the front door before heading to where you were. He had a feeling he knew exactly what you were playing. He opens the door, and his suspicions are confirmed; you’re sitting in your gaming chair, laser-focused on the screen in front of you.
It displays some woods, with a pale, shirtless, platinum blond man coming out from behind a tree. He smirks, and Hardison recognizes him immediately - Astarion. You were playing Baldur’s Gate. Again.
Astarion steps forward with a sly grin as the subtitles read, “Waiting… to have you.” Hardison’s eyebrows raise. Was this a romance scene? He has to hold in his laugh.
You’re completely oblivious to his entering your space, completely enraptured by Astarion’s seduction. If it weren’t for the wedding and engagement rings on your finger, Hardison would almost be jealous. Instead, he’s just amused.
He keeps walking forward until he stands right behind you. He leans down, face inches to your left. Somehow, you still haven’t noticed him, and he can’t wait to see your reaction. He lifts one side of your headphones just enough to whisper, “Careful, he bites.”
You jump a mile high in your seat, and your startled yelp is music to Hardison’s ears. You rip off your headphones and turn around to see Hardison curled over with laughter. You cross your arms and pout, a blush across your face. Your expression just makes Hardison laugh harder, and his chuckles are infectious; you can’t help but join in.
By the time his laughter subsides, Hardison is wiping tears from his eyes.
“Sorry, Babe. I couldn’t help myself.”
You roll your eyes, but you can’t hide your smile. Hardison grabs his own gaming chair before rolling it over to you and taking a seat.
“Now,” he says sternly, “Do you know what time it is?”
Your eyebrows furrow and you blink, as if you had forgotten that time even existed. Hardison raises an eyebrow, and you give him a guilty smile.
“Uh… later than it should be?”
He huffs out a laugh. “I know that’s right.”
He stands up, then, taking your hands in his to pull you up with him.
“Time for bed, Honey.”
You don’t even argue, the late hour hitting you hard the second the game’s distraction is taken away. You raise a hand to cover your yawn, and nod tiredly.
“Okay, lemme just save real quick,” you go to turn around towards the screen again, but Hardison stops you with a gentle hand on your arm.
“Nah, I’ve got it. Go get ready for bed, Baby.”
You nod again and trudge to your shared bedroom. You change into your pajamas sleepily, and you yawn again as you open the door to the ensuite bathroom. You stumble to the sink and start sluggishly brushing your teeth.
You’re just about done washing your face when Hardison comes into the bathroom. He wraps his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder. His eyes meet yours in the mirror, and he gives you a fond smile.
“How we doin’ Honey?”
You hum an affirmative sound, and he laughs. You feel the shake of his body against your back. It’s a comforting sensation.
“Come on, Sleepyhead.” He releases you to take your hand in his, pulling you towards the bed. You onto the mattress with a flop while Hardison changes into his sleepwear: sweatpants. He slides into the bed next to you and pulls against his bare chest, pressing a kiss to your hair. You smile and snuggle closer to him before quickly falling asleep.
Hardison stays up for a few minutes longer, eyes watching the ceiling fan go around. Your lips are against his neck, your steady breaths brushing against his skin. When you murmur in your sleep, he pulls you just a bit closer.
His eyelids start to droop, and he has one last thought before joining you in slumber; how lucky he was to have you in his life.
