#ALL THE OTHER TIMES I TRIED TO WRITE FANFIC I WOULD GIVE UP EARLY ON AND DELETE EVERYTHING AFTER EVEN JUST ONE BREAK

[partycatty]

I can't get enough of young Johnny MK11! I love him, god!🥵 How do you like this topic for fanfic? Fem!reader put his jacket and glasses on his naked body, and took sexy selfies.😎❤️‍🔥 Johnny saw this aaand here I’m already giving way to your fantasy hehe~

Thank you in advance! I like the way you write! Well done💕

i'm not sure if i read it right ?? lmk, but i went with my interpretation

johnny cage > call me

johnny's out late working, as usual. you've had enough of waiting and decide to bait him into coming home early

warnings: PHONE SEX TEEHEE

notes: do you guys also like genuinely tweak out wishing he was real? he's so perfect? peak malewife? wishing u were [REDACTED] his [REDACTED] rn?

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• you were often left to your own devices when it came to living with johnny. he, after all, was a star constantly running around on new projects. any studio would be at his knees for just one contract. he was hollywood's richest man, and you were lucky to call him your boyfriend.

• sure, it had it's moments. the paps stealing upskirt shots from you wasn't ideal, neither was the bush stalking. but you could see past that. what was hardest was when johnny would be gone all through the night, dressed in that stupid ninja mime getup that you learned to loathe since it pulled him away more than his other works. does the world really need a ninja mime trilogy? yes, apparently.

• boredom overtook you, since browsing on your phone for eight hours was now becoming a horrible habit on your neck - and mental stability. you took to mopping the floors, tidying the countertops, dusting his awards. finally, you settled on your walk-in closet.

• it was spacious, big enough for you to each get a side. your side was always decently organized to your liking, but johnny's was... atrocious. jackets hung on one sleeve, some on the floor. the only thing that was neatly organized on his side was the giant rack of sunglasses. he always had a pair to match the outfit and occasion. he probably had about three pairs on him at work.

• as you tried to rearrange his clothing, his distinct, classy scent filled your nose, sticking to the inside of your nose and you couldn't help but feel heated. you missed him, him and his dick. you took a deep whiff of his iconic blue and purple jacket, the one he left at home knowing he'd have to get in costume anyway.

• you threw it over yourself, embracing your torso and spinning in the mirror. it fit him perfectly, but on you it was like a blanket. the sleeves sagged off of your arms and your midsection was swimming. his size was impressive, his form shaped like a greek god.

• you couldn't help yourself, the memories of him and scent turned you on. blame pheromones, dammit! but, you realized you could take advantage of this.

• throwing your shirt off, you donned the jacket again, wearing it like he does - chest exposed. a purple pair of sunglasses practically screamed your name from the rack and you put them on. you looked just like him...! no, not really.

• touching yourself in his clothes was not a new idea, but there certainly was a new idea blossoming in your head. you pulled your phone out and snapped a mirror selfie, trying to flex like he does but your muscles were muffled from the loose fabric.

• how's this for the next cagecon? you text johnny, attaching the photo. you didn't expect him to reply right away, considering he was at work. but before you could lock your phone for the moment, his name popped up within milliseconds.

• don't take me away from work, baby! johnny replies with a winking emoji.

• what if i want to? it's so lonely in your mansion, you reply with an angel emoji, sitting on the edge of your shared bed as you fight a grin. you angle the phone downward, capturing your bare chest. your nipples brush against the jacket, making them stick out through the front. johnny takes a moment to reply, but you feel your phone vibrate once, then twice, then three times.

• fuck, you're so hot in my clothes.

• i'm taking my break early. can't work with a boner.

• the third message was a short video of him palming himself through that stupid costume. the only thing you can thank that outfit for is how prominent it makes his bulge.

• phone sex through texts was also nothing new to you two, considering the distance. as your fingers sink under your panties, assuming that's where things will go before you get a fourth message.

• call me. please.

• you sit up straight, biting your lip. his desperation always got you going. you kicked your pants and panties aside.

• you send one last photo, your body spread out on the bed in his clothes. your hand conceals your dripping pussy playfully.

• why should i? you shoot the message out, giggling at your own words.

• johnny doesn't even reply, he opens your message and calls you. you eagerly accept his call. his voice is echoey and rough. you realize he's hiding in the bathroom. his breathing is heavy.

• "are you proud of yourself?" he asks in a low rumble, trying to stay quiet but his flustered huffing makes his voice whiny. "look at what you did."

• he sends a photo. his cock is eager and out, and you see a teardrop of precum on his tip. you happily exchange that photo for another one, a short video of you gingerly touching yourself. he lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

• "i couldn't wait til i'd get home," he admits, and you hear the slick sounds of him jerking off. "i want to, i want to come home and fuck you like that, but i'm here for another two hours."

• "you couldn't have waited?" you ask in disbelief, circling small loops on your aching clit.

• "no." johnny's reply sounded so sure of himself, so convinced in his words. he was as firm as he would've been if you asked him if he killed someone. he knew this to be a fact, he could not wait. "i can't help it, sweetheart. you're just so... god."

• his breaths get heavier and needier, you can sense he's speeding up on himself. you try to match what you assume is his pace, one that he confirms through another video. he held the phone below his dick, giving you a delicious view of his abs and bobbing adam's apple as he swallowed hungrily.

• his arms were painted white, but his hands were his usual flesh tone since he wore gloves for the costume. even still, his veins were incredibly prominent and really helping you reach your climax.

• "we gotta make this quick, baby," he grumbles into the phone, muffling his moans through bitten lips. you're a little louder due to your privacy, much to his delight. "people'll start looking for me."

• "johnny," you whimper out, back arching up off of the bed. "i'm already close." through your haze, you get a video of you masturbating wildly, the jacket now sliding down to your sides and fully revealing your tits as you fuck yourself. "i-i need you, i need you so bad-"

• "i know, baby," he breathlessly replies, straining himself to avoid moaning out your name and attracting attention. "let me hear how badly you need me."

• you could only spew out utter nonsense at this point as your orgasm is dangerously close. he seems to get the memo, though, and gives you permission to cum with him. your needy cries and his muffled grunts make a perfect chorus that you only wish were in person.

• when your breathing slows, as does his, you hear him chuckle to himself. a new message appears in your chat.

• his weeping dick was cradled in his palm, as was a entire handful of semen dripping down his fingers. he wanted to show you just how hard you made him cum from phone sex alone.

• "round one was now," he mumbles as you hear him tear a piece of toilet paper to wipe his hand. "round two is when i get home. you gonna be ready for it, princess?"

• the phone rests on your bare, damp chest as you fixate on the ceiling. you take the sunglasses off and wipe your face with a smile.

• "i'm always ready," you reply with a giggle.

• "that's my girl. see you in two hours. i love you." and with that, he hangs up, leaving you a naked, sweaty mess that's only concealed in his jacket.

[nervoushottee]

A Solemn Promise Ch. 2 | Joel Miller Fanfic

Summary: The calm before the storm.

Warnings: pregnancy, pregnancy symptoms, morning sickness (let me know if I missed anything)

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Note: We're getting closer and closer to Outbreak day hottees (kinda nervy, kinda excited to write ite)

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You didn’t have work today so when you got back, you slept for most of the day. 

Despite telling Joel you were okay with driving, and truth be told you were. But the baby clearly had other plans for you. The drive to school was 10-15 minutes, 20 if there’s traffic. But it felt like you had driven a whole 6 hours  from Austin to LA.

So you slipped off your shoes and plopped right back into bed and slept off the drive. 

You woke up a few hours later and did a few chores you had wanted to do earlier.  You also wrapped the gift you bought for Joel. It wasn’t much, something small that Joel would have the least hard time accepting. Any time you tried to give him a gift, whether it was for a holiday or just because, it always took a lot of convincing on your end for Joel to take it.  You could already hear his voice now, “You, Sarah and this baby we got is a gift in itself.”

You heard the sound of Mrs. Adler from the open kitchen window as you put your tomato soup in the microwave. Sarah must’ve arrived at the neighbors. You made a mental note to walk over there and save the girl a bit early then the time Mrs. Adler usually keeps her for. 

Tomato soup and grilled cheese was the only thing you could think about after your nap. But from Joel forgetting bread as well as pancake mix, you opted just for the soup.

You ate your food slowly. Afraid of kickstarting the wave of nausea that turns into puking for  later on that night.  With this being your first pregnancy, all of these symptoms were new to you. Yea you’ve had your period and nausea isn’t something that surprises you. But never has it been to the point of throwing up so consistently.  

You had cravings as quickly as you had aversions. Coffee had been the first thing you had aversions for. Even the smell caused you to throw up. 

 Despite Joel's immense love for it, he kept anything coffee related out of the house for weeks until it went away. Even with the aversion gone, you still couldn’t drink the black liquid. 

Once you were  finished, you tidied your mess and  walked over to The Adler’s house. 

You give  the screen door a knock before announcing yourself to the people inside before walking in. You followed the sound of Mrs.Adler into the kitchen, passing by to Mrs. Adler's mother who sat in the wheelchair in the living room. 

For a split second in your peripheral vision, you could’ve sworn you saw her move. Which would be impossible, given that she couldn’t do much of it. Before you could take any more time to think about it, you hear your name being called. 

“Come on in, us ladies are in the kitchen.” Mrs. Adler said. 

You entered the kitchen with a smile, seeing Sarah’s  eyes gleam with happiness for the escape. Sarah greets you and you playfully pinch her side so she wouldn’t laugh. Knowing that Sarah was only smiling so brightly because you were here to “rescue” her. 

“Hi Mrs. Adler, how are you doing?”you say

The gray haired woman smiled, “Oh dear I’m okay, but I should be asking you and that bun in your oven that.”

Sarah’s eyes widened at the comment as she looked at you. You raised your eyebrows and simply smiled at the pregnant comment. “I’m doing just fine. But would you mind If I snag Sarah from you now?  There’s a few things in the house I need help with.” you say while placing your hands on top of Sarah’s shoulders. 

“Oh sure darling but you guys are taking some cookies with you.” Mrs. Adler said. 

After receiving the tupperware of cookies, you and Sarah walked out of the house. Sarah slid her hands through the sprinklers and flicked droplets on you in the process. You turned to the preteen with a gasp.

“Cookie?” Sarah said immediately after, trying to hide the smile she had from splashing her. 

You thought for a second, “Is it chocolate chip?”

“Raisin.” Sarah said. 

“Absolutely not.” You didn’t hesitate to say, getting a hefty chuckle from the girl next to her.

The sudden noise of fighter jets pass through the sky. Making you both look up at the loud noise. 

“I wonder what those are for.” Sarah states as you look at the sky. 

You shrug your shoulders, “Probably routine, nothing too serious to worry about.”

Sarah nods to your response and you playfully push her forward to keep on walking back to the house. 

As she walks in front of you, you look back up at the sky. The jets now gone, simply leaving smoke in the sky. Despite telling Sarah not to worry, you couldn’t help but wonder why flighter jets were randomly flying around. 

You shake your head from the thought. Not wanting to stress yourself out too much as the two of you walk the rest of the way back to the house. 

Sarah telling you that she was going to put her book bag down and get out of her shoes before helping you with dinner. 

You go over to the kitchen looking in the pantry, fridge and freezer for anything the both of you could make for Joel’s birthday. You grabbed two options and stared at both of them in thought as you heard Sarah footsteps down the stairs. 

“So we have two options. We can do steak and veggies or chicken and veggies.” you say to her. Holding each frozen pack of meat in  hand. Sarah hummed in thought, “I’m think more steak since its his birthday but-”

“But the last time we attempted to cook steak it was like we killed his first dog.” you say, the both of you smiling at the memory of serving Joel the burnt steak. 

He was so sweet and thankful for the nice gesture but you can see it in his eyes how heartbroken that the piece of meat was almost burnt to a crisp. 

“Chicken it is then.” Sarah says with a chuckle. She takes the steak packet out of your hands and places it back in the freezer. The two of you start prepping for dinner. Cutting up the veggies, thawing the meat and snacking and talking about anything and everything as you both waited for Joel’s arrival.

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Hours go by until you hear the sound of Joel’s arrival. Keys jamming through the old front door. 

“You locked the door for once. Good job.” He said.

“It’s ten.” Sarah stated to her father who walked over to sit next to her on the couch. 

“I know.” Joel groaned, covering his eyes with his hands, “They gave us the wrong size for the headers.”

Sarah simply stares at her father as her reaction to his reasoning for being so late. 

The man took off his work boots looking at his daughter, “That doesn’t mean anything to you, I’m sorry.” 

“Where’s the cake?” Sarah asked, brushing off his other statement. Joel pauses, remembering their conversation earlier that morning. 

“Shit.” Joel swore, Sarah grumbled in disappointment. “Come on man.” 

“I’ll get us one tomorrow I promise. Where’s-.” he started to ask for you.  

“Bathroom… Swear, or you don’t get your present?” Sarah says to her father. Staring at him a bit bummed at the absence of cake. 

Joel perked up,“You got me a present?”. Joel excited but shocked at how Sarah got him something. 

“Swear.” Sarah pressed.

“On my life.” Joel whispered to his daughter, Sarah grinned then reached for the present that was under the couch cushion. 

“Wow.” Joel said when he took the box from Sarah. He opened his gift to see his broken, now fixed, watch. He looks up at Sarah in disbelief. 

“Fixed it for you.” Sarah said to him proudly. 

Joel took it out of the box with a furrow in his eyebrows. He held the watch up to his ear. 

“Did you?”

“What?” Sarah’s heart drops, thinking that the man at the shop didn’t fix the watch properly after being rushed to close so soon. She grabbed her father’s wrist to bring the watch closer to her.

Seeing that the watch was in fact working and Joel was messing with her, she playfully pushed his hand away. “That was lame, You’re lame.”Sarah laughed.

“Yeah, I know.” Joel admitted. 

Joel looked over to see you  walking into the living room. Scratching the back over your head, your  shirt rides up over your  stomach lightly from raising your arm. Your  belly peeking out to say hello.

“You knew about this?” he asked you, lifting the watch in his hands. 

You  smiled as you walked over to the leather love seat that was diagonally to the couch the father and daughter sat on.“All I knew was that she had a gift for you but didn’t know what.”

Joel turned back to his daughter, “Where’d you get the money then for this?”

“Drugs.” Sarah stated. “I sell hardcore drugs.” 

“Mmm. It’s better when I do.” he replied back to her as he started to put the watch on his wrist. 

Giving up the funny act Sarah looked over at you who nodded your head. You both knew Joel wouldn’t be mad, but it was still a wonderful feeling for you that Sarah looked at you for reassurance. 

“It was only twenty dollars, which I stole from you.” she admitted.

Joel looked at her with a smile growing on his face in shock. He leaned back into the couch to listen to her confession. “I could’ve stolen sixty but I put the change back because I’m an honest thief.” Sarah said. 

You nodded your  head in confirmation, “It’s true, she’s got a witness to the act and everything.”

Truth be told, You were just a few seconds too early going into her and Joel’s bedroom and saw Sarah placing a few bills back in the top drawer. 

Despite the two of them knowing that you saw Sarah,  you simply just asked if she was hungry. Since dinner wouldn’t be ready for a little while and you both could have a snack. You  knew Sarah was honest and true so there was no need to be suspicious. 

Curious? Sure, but suspicious? Never.

Joel gave her a long grateful look, “Thank you.” Truly meaning the words. 

“Oh, there's one more.” You say out loud which makes Sarah gasp softly in remembrance. 

 She hands Joel the borrowed DvD from The Adlers.

 “Oh, this is the one with the deleted scenes.” Joel said excitedly. 

“Pop it in, while it’s still your birthday.”  Sarah said to him and Joel didn’t hesitate to.

When he starts the movie playing on the tv and going to sit back on the couch. He stands over to where you're sitting. 

“What the hell are you sitting over here for?” Joel says jokingly. 

You playfully roll  your eyes. Before you could get a word out of a reason why, Joel grabs your and slightly pulls on your hand to make you stand up. He had only pulled softly at first, if you said no or pushed away from his pull. He would let go and respect your space if you needed it. But you had simply sat across from them to not ruin the moment of Sarah’s give she’s probably been planning for a while. 

You stand up with a playful huff as Joel quickly places a kiss on your hand that he pulled. His hand still in yours he walks over to the couch where Sarah still sat. She pats the spot next to her for the two of you to sit. Sarah smiles as her eyes flicker between the two of you. 

Joel sits in the middle between you and Sarah. After finally getting adjusted Joel turns on the tv and presses play. The three of them get comfortable. You sink more into the couch,  hugging your  cardigan closer to yourself as you lean your head against Joel’s shoulder. Sarah snuggled up to Joel who leaned back more into the couch.

 “Don’t fall asleep.” he says. 

“Course I won’t, it’s too riveting. Someone else on the other hand.” she says with a smile as she moves her head softly to stare at you. 

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Joel turns to look over at you also and you shake your head. who shook her head, “I can’t make any promises.”

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One hour into the movie and Sarah is fast asleep. 

You had whispered to Joel about ten minutes ago that you were going to go have a shower. It helps sometimes when you feel a bit queasy.  So it left with just the birthday man himself to be sitting on the couch staring at the tv screen in front of him with attentive eyes. 

  His phone buzzed against the coffee table. Joel confused, looked at his newly fixed watch to check the time. ‘Who would be calling this late?’, he thought to himself. 

Joel knew the answer to that question already. He just hoped that whoever was on the line wasn’t going to call with bad news. He hoped he wasn’t jinxing himself as he  reaches for his phone to answer it. 

“Hello?”

“Joel, it’s me. Uh, I’m okay.” Tommy says with hesitation in his voice.

“Yeah?” he urges  Tommy to continue. “But I’m in jail.” he replies back. 

He jinxed himself, Joel thinks. Hoping for this phone call not to have bad news but received it anyway. “Goddammit.” He sighs as he leans back into the couch, rubbing his face in frustration.

“Wasn’t my fault this time! I was at the bar and some guy went crazy and started  swinging on the waitress. I stepped in, knocked him out and the cops showed up.”

Joel didn’t even want to hear what excuse Tommy had this time. It wasn’t anything new for the older brother to bail the younger brother out of jail so late in the night. He just wasn’t expecting it to be the night of his birthday. But Joel jinxed himself, he’s sure he did. 

“Look it doesn’t fucking matter , you just gotta bail me out.” Tommy says to him. 

“Now?” Joel whispers a bit loudly. He looks down to his sleeping daughter hoping that he didn’t wake her up. 

“It’s Friday.  You don’t get me out tonight, I'm here all weekend. It’s a fucking madhouse Joel. I gotta get out.” Tommy pleads with desperation. 

Joel sighs for what almost feels like the twentieth time. After confirming which jail Tommy was hold up in, Joel tells him that he’ll be there soon. 

He hangs up with a sigh,“Fuckin’ idiot.”

He looks down at his still sleeping daughter. Who’s oblivious to the phone call he just had. After shutting off the tv, Joel gently picked his daughter up in his arms and carried her up the stairs to her bedroom. 

He pulls the covers over Sarah before placing a kiss on her head. 

You walked out the bathroom, the steam from your hot shower seeping into the hallway as you   rub a small towel against your hair. You see Joel slowly closing Sarah’s bedroom door. 

You saw the frustration in his face and the smile you  just had for him was wiped away with concern. “You okay?”

Joel  turned to you. He can still see the bathroom mirror fogged from your shower. Your hair was still damp and you had changed into like gray sweats and a peach colored  t shirt.

He sighed with a nod, “Tommy’s in jail, I gotta go get him.” 

Your eyes widen, “Right now?” you ask.

Joel laughed humorlessly. It was ironic that you had said the same thing he did when he first received the news from Tommy. “ If I don’t then he’ll be there all weekend and none of us is going to hear the end of it.” he says. 

You chuckled lightly and hum in agreement as you place the now damp towel across one of your shoulders. You  grabbed his arm and softly tugged him into a hug in which he very much needed. 

He sighed into the hug, his tensed shoulders relaxing as he wrapped his arms around your waist. You rubbed his back softly, the same  way he does to you when you need it. 

“Be careful.” You mumble against his shirt.

“Mhm.” he grumbles back, his eyes closed as Joel kisses the top of your shoulder. 

The two of you  stay like that for a minute more. ‘Tommy wasn’t going anywhere’, Joel had thought to himself, and he had really needed this hug. 

And if he would’ve known better. If he would have known of the events that were to come just moments after this one. He would’ve  held onto you longer.

“Try to get some sleep, yeah?” Joel says to you as he pulls away. His hands still on your waist and your hands rubbing his arms up and down.  “I’ll try, hopefully she’ll let me.”  

You nudge your head to indicate you were talking about the bundle of joy between you both. 

Joel smiles. He crouches briefly  down to give your stomach a quick kiss. You jolt at the sudden sensation but smile nonetheless. “Let your mom get some rest.” he kissed your stomach again before you pulled him up into another hug. 

You kiss his lips a few times before speaking.  “I love you.”  

He stares down at your with hooded eyes, smiling ever so softly at your loving words. 

Joel doesn’t say anything at for a few moments. He just simply stares at you. You furrow your eyebrows briefly in his stare but he continues to do so. Joel just can’t help but look at you and feel joy. He couldn’t believe he managed to get someone as great and as beautiful as you. 

He didn’t think you would want to even still be with him in the beginning. Let alone you wanting to have a child with him. “I have something for ya.” Joel says  to you softly.

You perked up at his statement, your eyes widened. “ I thought it was your birthday. I’’m supposed to be giving something to you. Which I do have by the way, I’ll just give it to you when you get back.” 

He adjusts his hand against your waist to push himself even closer into you. The two of you now so close that your chests are pressed together.  to get her a bit closer if he even could.

“Well it’s a gift for me and for you.” He simply says to her, thinking about the small jewlery box burning a hole in his front pocket.

He had been thinking about it for a while. Months even but just never thought of the right time to do it. Every idea he had, he would plan it in his head and when he thought it was the perfect time. Something would come up and interfere. But he was sure he was going to do it tonight. Once he got back from getting Tommy he’d ask you. Maybe even in the morning he can hold out long enough. 

You squint your eyes at him suspiciously but Joel doesn’t budge. Stiill staring at you with a lovestruck  smile.

“Fine.” You say, giving up being curious.

“We’ll exchange them when you get back.” 

He kisses you  quickly before stating. “Mine is better the yours.” You laugh at his bluntness,  lightly hitting his shoulder. “That’s nice to hear.”

Joel smiles before kissing you one more time. “I love you too.” He kisses your cheek and reminds you  to get some rest before he walks down the stairs to go and get his brother. 

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[hoffmansnightmare]

Alright, now that I've had some sleep and time to process I can tell about how I met Costas Mandylor! Pics included!

Things went smoothly for the most part! The con is in my hometown and only a short drive. I was very excited but also super anxious! I'd had the art I'd drawn printed out and planned to buy another print for Costas to sign. Every scenario was running through my head, that'd he'd hug me and I'd make it weird, that he wouldn't hug me and just sign my things and then I'd feel bad I hadn't gotten a hug. Or maybe he'd ask me about the art, which I didn't really want to explain that it was from the fanfic I'm writing.

I tried to run through any responses that didn't make me sound like a total FREAK, or what'd I'd say to him in general. We got there at 2:30 and early entry wasn't until 4:30, but I knew from past experiences that it was best to try to line up as early as possible, so my husband, who was there mostly for moral support, and I went inside and for sure there was a line for registration started. At 3 they started checking us in and giving us our badges. We were pretty close to the front so I was feeling pretty good.

I didn't know how popular Costas was going to be. The last person I waited for was Robert Englund, and I waited 6 and a half hours just for him, and with the new movies bringing in more fans I wasn't sure how long of a wait I was in for and I wanted to be as close to the front as possible. Brad Dourif was also there so I was hoping he would be drawing most of the attention, and he was, but I was still nervous. We waited in another line for the celebs and we were right outside the door so I was feeling pretty confident at this point. C.J. Graham came out a few times to tease some of those waiting in line and to wonder the convention floor. I get the feeling that man has a hard time sitting still.

Then the doors open and half of the celebs weren't there. Now I do not blame them. I get the feeling that the staff of the con had some poor communication. I also met Dina Meyer, and her the staffer that was meant to sit with her wasn't there yet and she had to take money herself. I got her signature while I waited for Costas and she was very nice! Now the wait for Costas really started. I wasn't interested in many of the other celebrities. I did stop by Michael Ironside's booth because I'm a big V fan and Ham Tyler was one of my favorite's. He was behind as well, even when he got there we had to wait for them to get properly set up. Apparently they hadn't even been given his banner to put up. When he asked if I wanted it with my name him and my staffer looked up at with curiously and the staffer said "suspiciousssss"

"N-no! I just don't like my name on these things!" 😅 He probably thought I was going to sell it. I'm not Michael Ironside I swear!

With both Dina's and Michael's signatures a line had started at Costas's booth, so we mozied back over there to wait for him. Occasionally I'd look back at the massive line for Brad Dourif (who also wasn't there yet) and be glad I wasn't in that line. I'd done it for Robert Englund and could now rest in peace.

Around 5:30 someone shouted, "there he is!" And there he was! Just like that! I was suddenly looking at Costas Mandylor in person and he looked so excited to be there. I was third in line and I was really feeling the anxiety now. My fingertips were tingly and I was shaky on my feet. I have trouble asking for help at the grocery store, let alone face one of my favorite actors from some of my favorite movies. He was all smiles and high energy. I watched the woman right in front of me get a hug and he kissed her on both cheeks. Now not only was I worried about a hug, but would he kiss me too? I turned to my husband and said "if he does that you will be carrying my out of here."

My husband replies "nah if you faint he can carry you out of here"

He was kidding, but I wasn't. Hugs are a lot for me and a kiss on the cheek probably would have done me in. (I also had the horrible thought later that would have tried to kiss him on the lips out of instinct. I wouldn't have survived the embarrassment)

It was my turn and I was trying to keep it together, but I was shaking and trying to keep breathing. I'd handed my money to my husband to pay, as I didn't think I could sort through the bills, and then I was facing Costas, setting my art down in front of him.

He smiled up at me. "You drew this?"

"Yes!" I said, excited that he seemed impressed and also dreading any questions about it.

He complimented the art. I can't remember exactly what he said. I was like, in outer space in that moment.

"Do you want me to write anything? Personalize it with your name?" He asked next.

His voice his CRAZY nothing would have prepared me for hearing it in person and directed at me.

"Could you write "Congratulations"? It's a weird thing but that's what I'd like." I never get my name put on these things. I don't like my name that much and no one spells it right. It's not that hard of one but my spelling is apparently unpopular. He looked up at me and I think he was curious. Or maybe he knew I was a freak, but he smirked and wrote it for me anyway.

"Do you want my character name too?"

"Yes please!"

Once he was done he slid the second copy of the art I'd set down in front of him and asked "who do I make this one out to?"

"Oh no, that one is for you."

He looked confused, so I put it closer to him. "I printed this one out to give you."

He said "Oh!" Then looked at it. "You didn't sign it! If you're going to give me art sign it! And say something nice about me too!" And he set the sharpie in front of me.

I could have evaporated right there. I took the sharpie and wrote my signature as well as my full name and tried frantically to think of something quick I could write.

I landed on "You're my favorite Jigsaw" and when I handed it back to him for him to read he looked up at me with the sweetest expression. And I was absolutely honest. He is my favorite Jigsaw. He set it down behind him with a thank you and I set down the print I'd bought from his table.

Again I asked for just his signature. He pulled out a gold sharpie that was a little dry. "I hate dry markers" and he whipped it behind him dramatically as he watched me giggle at his antics. His staffer whipped out an entire case of markers and he picked up a fresh one "they ruin the signatures! Now I'm going to write a line I say in the next movie, I'm not even supposed to tell anyone, but I'll write it for you."

I was giddy and giggling the entire time at this point as I watched him write. I'm sure he's written for others, he's signed so many things for people at this point, but I still felt a little special. And I'm going to edit the pic to keep it to myself still just in case, but the fact that he still wanted to write something a little extra for me was so sweet.

Now it was time for the picture. I was shaking. A staffer volunteered but my husband insisted on taking the pictures. He's protective and wanted to make sure I got good ones. Costas put his arm around me and I put my around around his back and just focused on the camera. Then for the second picture Costas wrapped both arms around me and I was weak in the knees.

After the second picture he squeezed me tight. He said some things. Again I can't remember. Mercifully he didn't kiss me. On one hand of course that would have been amazing, on the other I really don't know if I could have handled it with any grace (or I might have fumbled it and wanted to die). I do remember him saying "you take care of yourself." In the most sincere way I'd ever heard those words spoken. And "I hope you see the new movie."

I said "of course and I can't wait to see you." And stepped back as my husband approached, and because I'm a total awkward weirdo I gestured at him and told Costas "this is my husband."

My husband is a big guy, 6'3" and visibly strong. Costas looks up at him with a big smile and holds his hand out for a shake, which my husband returns. Costas looks at me, still grinning and said "you have a strong husband."

I laughed. "I know"

Our time with him had to come to an end and I had to ESCAPE. The hyperventilating had started and I needed to get out of the crowd. We escaped the celeb room. I put my precious prints in the car and we shifted our focus to food.

The rest of the day was exploring the rest of the con! My time meeting Costas was amazing and I definitely want to see him again in the future. I'm staying home the rest of the con. I could go see him again but honestly I don't like being perceived that much and I don't want him thinking anything weird about me (he probably wouldn't but I'd feel so self conscious.) I'll see him again at a later con, but for now I'm content with meeting him this time.

Below are my signed pictures! I had Dina sign a third copy of my art that I'll probably fill up with other Saw actors. The Michael print has "Hey Gooder" on it teehee!

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Y'know what'd be a fun one? A non-believer in hypnosis who goes along with what they're asking to amuse them and openly mocks them... but she slowly starts doing crazier stuff because she doesn't see doing them as a big deal (right now...). 100% believing she's in control the whole time :)

OKAY anon I have such a treat for you because not only am I going to write one for you but this concept exists in fanfiction form!!

Hypnosis is fucking bullshit by Steven Secret is an excellently written M/M fanfic for My Hero Academia, so please go and give this some love if you’re into fanfics!

And, without further ado, my take on this prompt:

“So… you’re like a magician for children’s birthday parties. Is that it?”

They shook their head.

“Okay, so like a therapist or something?”

They shook their head once more.

“I just don’t really get it.”

“What is there to get? I’m a hypnotist.”

They could see the cogs working in her brain.

“You… don’t believe in hypnosis, do you?” They rolled their eyes. Familiar with non-believers, and idea came to mind.

“It’s just so fake! Of course people are going to go along with it, it would be embarrassing if they just told the hypnotist it didn’t work!” She laughed.

“Have you ever tried it?”

“Hypnosis? Of course not!”

They raised an eyebrow.

“Okay. Humour me then. Let me try and hypnotise you.”

“Oh, you’re on! Go ahead. You have my full permission.” She crossed her arms proudly.

The hypnotist pulled a pocket watch from their jacket pocket.

“Okay, this is a little cliche even for me.”

The pocket watch dangled from its chain, and the subtle movement of the hypnotist’s hand translated into a slow ramping up of the watch’s back and forth sway.

It was a heavy watch, easy to follow with her eyes. Back and forth.

To give it a fair shot she tried to keep her mind blank from thoughts about how stupid she looked following the clock with her eyes.

“Yes. Continue to follow the watch.” The hypnotist said.

She did. Fair shot and all that. She followed and continued to listen as the hypnotist said all of the standard lines she expected.

“You’re feeling very sleepy.” Of course I am, you’re boring me to tears.

“Your eyes are so heavy.” Yeah, maybe if you weren’t giving me an eye test they’d be lighter.

“You feel oh so relaxed.” Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know this menial was meant to stress me out.

It continued on for a while, and honestly? She kind of zoned out from all the talking.

And then they snapped their fingers.

“You’re in a trance.”

She laughed on the inside. Yeah, no, she wasn’t in a trance.

“How are you feeling?” They asked.

“So good and obedient.” She answered honestly, not fully hearing her words.

“That’s great to hear, doll. And how do you feel when I say the word Mindless?”

How did she feel? It took her a moment to think. It was like she was drawing a blank. Her mouth hung open. Man, I really need to go to bed early if I’m this tired already…

“Good. Good.” They hummed happily. Proudly, even. She wondered what the praise was for, considering she hadn’t even answered the question.

“Okay, doll. I want you to get down onto your knees.”

Her feet were sore, so she kneeled down instantly. Looking up at the hypnotist through her bangs she found she couldn’t take her eyes off of them.

Of course, that was only because they were attractive.

No other reason.

“Okay, okay, let’s wake you up now.” They said, laughing.

SNAP

Her feet were no longer aching. The pleasant sleepy feeling had disappeared. She stood up.

“Now do you believe me?”

She laughed.

“I told you. It’s so fake.” She turned to walk away, grinning ear to ear.

“Of course it is… until next time, doll.”

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Whumpmas in July #25

Share a sneak peek of something you're working on

all my WIJ stuff is being completed like the day before since i fell super off-schedule, so here's some other WIPs that are less "on the burner"!

there's a bunch of em, so i'll put them under a read more. this will primarily consist of Kane & Jim and BG3 fanfic things. at the very bottom is something with major Kane & Jim spoilers, but i'll give ample warning.

excerpt from a segment of a Kane & Jim AU RP i intend to edit into its own little thing. still have to put it in past tense and polish it up lol

But he has another problem: how is he to possibly stop this from happening again? He can't stay awake forever. Jack's things he can protect by sleeping in the middle of the floor with nothing, but he can't stop himself from screaming. Can't he? Kane eyes the little scissors that came with the sewing kit, then takes them into the bathroom. This is worth it to not lose access to food, he tells himself. And if nothing else, it will prove to Jack he's serious about trying to be good. He'll do anything to please his rescuer. Using the mirror as reference, he makes an incision into his throat. With all he's been through, he knows where to aim by now. He snips into his vocal chords until the whimpering stops, making sure not to interfere with his ability to breathe. Blood and tears mix in the sink, mostly blood. He presses his hand over his throat until the bleeding stops. It's quicker than usual: faster healing due to the blood, he supposes. It looks nasty, but he can't make noise now, at least until it heals.

this excerpt is from a Kane & Jim-related oneshot. by "related", i mean it takes place tens of thousands of years before K&J's story, when the first vampires were created.

Alukah sliced the man's throat with her sickle, watching the fear die in his eyes as the life left him. The life that would soon belong to her, for an eternity to come. She held him just so, letting his blood drain into the earth where she had prepared the spell, before tossing him in a pile with the rest to be buried later. The farmers said they could be used to nourish crops, an extra bounty on top of their main purpose. The tedium it would require would no longer be a concern, at least: they'd all have nothing but time if this went as planned. The message-girl bounded up to her, undisturbed by the mountain of dead.

this is another Kane & Jim AU, actually a fanfic (not sure if that's the right term to use) of a K&J x MMSS crossover i have with @not-a-space-alien. in the RP we did, Lex was Kane's victim and the hunters handed him over to her instead of Jim. i'm writing an AU of that where things go pretty badly and he gets sent back. i've been working on this for like a year and it's almost done, but i get nervous writing other people's ocs lol i'm always worried i'll write them ooc...

Kane hissed, loud like a feral cat, a sound he hasn’t made since his early days with the hunters. Eyes wild with fear, he tried to exude STAY AWAY FROM ME with every fiber of his being. “Did you just hiss at me?” Ari asked, incredulous. It only made her stop for a moment before she reached for his hair, to drag him away, to drag him out into the sun- Kane had no options left. It was eternal torture, or anything at all he could put between it and himself. It dawned on him that he had absolutely nothing to lose. There was no worse fate he could be punished with. And he’d said he would do anything to avoid it, hadn’t he? He lunged forward, swiping at her neck with bound hands. Ari was quick, but she wasn’t quick enough. Kane missed her throat, but as she turned her head away, his nails clawed at the side of her neck, delicious blood spewing from it. If Kane had been thinking clearly, he would have taken the opportunity to find something to end his life with. But he wasn’t thinking clearly: the only thing occupying his mind was the enticing scent of blood. Ari shouted something, but he wasn’t listening, focused solely on trying to get at the food he needed more than anything. A hard kick to the chest sent him flying back into the wall, further splintering already-broken ribs from yesterday’s beating. He tried to get up again, but promptly collapsed: he had no energy left in his burnt, beaten, starved body for another attack. He’d barely had enough for one. He wheezed, trying to catch his breath around fractured bone.

extremely tiny bit from a Catharsis chapter i have planned, during Luan's captivity

Cyrus’s shoe pressed against the back of Luan’s head, grinding his face into the floor. “This is where you fucking belong. You and every other nobody who thinks they’re hot shit.”

this excerpt is for chapter 2 of Lost at Sea, a miniseries i started a long time ago and never finished.

It had been several days since the monster had taken Digory to her cave, and by some miracle, he was still alive. He was alone much of the time. Each day, she brought him fish- more than he could eat in a day- and a large shell filled with freshwater. Blessedly, he was out of the sun. His skin, though still angry and red, was beginning to heal a bit from more than a week of nonstop exposure. It was miles better than the boat. Digory had been sure he would die there. Of course, he was still in dire straits. His mangled legs weren’t getting better anytime soon, though by this point he’d gotten somewhat used to the throbbing pain of them. He was pretty sure that his feet turning purple was a bad sign, but at least he couldn’t feel them. That was probably worse. And of course, he wasn’t always alone. The mermaid was terrifyingly enormous. She liked to stare at him with unblinking eyes almost as big as he was, her claws as sharp and menacing as her teeth. She could kill him with no effort at all, if she wanted to. She probably would. Digory pretty much figured that was why he was being kept. After starving on that wrecked ship so long, there was little meat on his bones. Every bite of fish he took to sate his hunger was bringing him closer to his own death.

here's an excerpt from chapter 2 of my BG3 fanfic Astarion and the Cleric (remember that?) that if i'm being honest i probably won't ever finish

That gave Astarion pause. “A vow of celibacy.” “It means I don’t–” “Yes, I know what it is, darling.” Astarion’s hand retreated as he attempted to think quickly of a way to salvage the situation. Had a mark said that, he would have normally given up and gone for someone easier. But Gentle was not a mark. Gentle was a reliable source of food, and by some twist of fate the gods surely found hilarious, currently his best means of protection from Cazador. He was an irreplaceable resource, and things were too shaky as they currently stood what with their… moral differences. He had to make sure– “I’d still love to spend the night together.” Gentle spoke in a manner evoking his namesake, stepping ever-closer. “It would simply be less… lustful. Though I understand if you’d prefer to seek elsewhere for your night of passion instead. I overheard Lae’zel expressing similar wishes?” “Ha.” The githyanki was perhaps the one least likely in all the camp to allow him to indulge in her blood. This could work, however. “What exactly do you have in mind?” Gentle’s smile turned playful, his turn to be coy. “You’ll have to wait and see.” “Cheeky. Wait and see I will, then,” he settled on. As Gentle skipped off to enjoy the party, Astarion tried his best to push down the part of him that ended up relieved.

despite only ever posting 1 chapter of Astarion and the Cleric and not even getting to the whumpy part, i went off the rails and started writing an AU of it in which Gentle, the titular cleric, is also turned into a vampire spawn by Cazador.

here's an excerpt of Gentle sealed in a tomb long-term as punishment, something i do intend to post probably next month for augusnippets after i put it in past tense:

Gentle prays. He is unsure by what interval he prays, unable to track the passage of time, sealed in the tomb as he is. He prays whenever it feels right. Sometimes he prays for hours on end without ceasing, sometimes he goes what might be days without, like a child throwing a tantrum. But never longer than that. More often, he prays what might be once every hour or so while he lays awake. For there is nothing for him to do here but pray, and there is no one else to listen but Ilmater.

something else from the same Astarion and the Cleric AU, Gentle helping Astarion get acclimated after he's first turned (i had Gentle be the older spawn)

Gentle’s heart sank when he saw that Master had brought a new spawn along with him into the dormitory. He’d hoped he would be the last. He and Violet already took home plenty of innocents– as much as it tormented him, he could not disobey. But a new spawn? It was a fate worse than his unfortunate victims would get. A fate worse than death. The dormitory did have six beds, in addition to Violet’s seventh in the favoured spawn room. Gentle didn’t like to dwell on the implications. The new spawn looked to be an elf. Master seemed to have a preference for them, himself being the only non-elven member of the ‘family’. An obvious newborn, he was covered in fresh dirt and clearly trying very hard to keep himself from shaking with terror. Gentle could just barely make out wounds beneath the later of filth.

this next except is from an entirely separate BG3 fanfic called Answered Prayer. the premise is that Bhaal hears Astarion's desperate prayers during his phase of "trying" every god in hopes someone will help him. Bhaal sends The Dark Urge (my durge oc Perran) to slaughter Cazador and everyone else there. Perran then takes Astarion for himself and becomes his carewhumper.

Bhaal. Oh, how he’d prayed to the Lord of Murder. To have a sliver of opportunity, a stake steady in his hands. Or for some brave hero to come do the deed themself, vanquishing Cazador for him. For Astarion was a well-suited devotee, was he not? Had he not ended enough lives himself to earn his salvation? As he was made to fight the cultists at Cazador’s word, his master’s will overriding his own, he supposed the answer was yes, not that he’d live long enough to see it. He was weak with hunger, and the hooded figure he’d been ordered to distract overpowered him easily, pinning him to the palace floor despite his struggles. “Not that one,” their leader barked, jabbing a confident finger toward Astarion before running a dagger through Aurelia’s throat. His ‘sister’ gurgled, the terror fading from her eyes as she lost her life for the second time, joining the rest of his downed siblings. The Bhaalist sighed with the same satisfaction one might feel after a full meal, turning his attention toward Cazador. Despite his own dire straits, Astarion paused his efforts at wriggling away to watch. If it were possible, Cazador’s death would make a fine appetizer to his own– or whatever the Bhaalist had planned for him. He’d never thought he would see Cazador overpowered, but the Bhaalist was a force to be reckoned with. Deliciously, he had a front-row view to the slaughter. The Bhaalist made quick work of incapacitating him and slow work of killing him, dragging screams from his throat just as Cazador had done so many times to him. If only the victory were not tainted by knowing he was next. Just like that, Cazador laid dead and bloody on the ground. Astarion could feel it as soon as the gory mess the Bhaalist had made of him transformed from an undead swath of agony to a truly-dead mangled corpse: the thread tying him to his master snapped. He was free, all too late.

the following contains major spoilers for Kane & Jim canon. it's a bit for a future present arc scene i had to write early because it wouldn't leave my head.

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Stab the little bitch and make it hurt. The thought pushed its way into Jim’s mind, much louder than his own quiet, dulled thoughts. So much more important. Anton was telling him to stab Kane. Jim walked over to the cupboard drawers and took out one of the silver forks. That should work. Just as Kane got the upper hand and tackled Anton to the floor, Jim plunged the fork into his back. His task completed, he stood idly by as Kane shrieked in pain, the sound and smell of burning flesh permeating the room. Something nagged at the back of his mind- like something was wrong? No, nothing was wrong. How could anything be wrong when he felt this peaceful?

that's all i've got! literally almost every WIP i have in my folders.

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Requested by @haocovr :- Ok so hiii. I would like to request a top Lee Jongsuk x bottom male reader. The reader is also a famous actor and they act as a psycho couple in the film "v.i.p". And in one scene in the early beginning things start to get kinda hot in the bts and they hook up frequently after that and are in a relationship. They are a super hot couple.

A Jongsuk request! Yas! I am sorry it took so much time; I hope this is up to the mark. I had never really watched that movie before but I watched it to write this.

I do not own the pic.

Y/n was the glamorous villain of the industry, often his role won over the leads of the project he was involved in. There were times his character, no matter how evil, bigoted, and irredeemable, was not killed off in the drama/movie or given a merciless ending because the whole viewership was mesmerised by the charms with which he played that character.

He never had many fighting scenes, being petite he was always given the role of the strategist of the crime.

For Jongsuk this role was a new experience altogether. He had to practice a lot to get the facial expressions and tone of his voice right. Y/n, his partner in the film was doing great, so much so that often during the filming process Jongsuk had to reel back and remember that this is the same guy who brought homemade cupcakes and tea for the crew.

There was something so beguiling about those lips, eyes, and slithery hand movements that y/n's character did as his partner that Jongsuk was going insane with all the phantom touches that he felt running through his body late after the end of the shootings.

One day during the shooting of a brutal torture scene, Jongsuk was having trouble getting into the expressions as y/n, who came to support his fellow actors as he was not in the scene being shot, was wearing a satin shirt which was a bit too deep cut and all the glory of his body was on display for Jongsuk to have obsessive thoughts over.

After the shoot ended Jongsuk slipped away to meet y/n and found him sitting in his van with the gate open, sipping on what was most probably a milkshake.

'Ah! Hyung, what are you doing here!?' 'The shoot is over so I thought we could go out and have dinner somewhere nice.' Jongsuk's lowered gaze, trying to not look too deep into y/n's shirt made the younger blush. There has been a bit of tension between them since they did a makeout scene, it was shot too perfectly on the first try and since then, the other person has been craving more.

It is hard to forget the arms y/n felt around his waist under the sheets during the shoot, Jongsuk did not have to do it but he dipped them lower as if on instincts, and y/n arranged his legs around elder's waistband hands around his neck as easily as if wearing a familiar jacket.

Jongsuk, on the other hand, would have lost a bit of control if there weren't cameras around them.

'Let me inform my manager; he left just now to buy water.' 'You can wait here, I will bring my car; just give me a minute.'

While waiting for Jongsuk to come by y/n's manager returned with the water bottle and the actor informed him about leaving with Jongsuk.

'Should we prepare ourselves for dating articles?' 'Hyung! Why are you doing this!?' Y/n tried not to blush. 'Well, our pretty little guy has been hanging out with his partner from the movie, and anyone with eyes can not look at the scene you both shot in bed and say it was acting.' 'You have been reading too many fanfics again hyung. I asked you to start reading classics right?' 'Please y/n, I will continue later; here comes your date.'

Jongsuk got out of his car and opened the gate for y/n. 'Hi there, Jongsuk, I will be leaving him in your care tonight; please take him to his house before midnight; he has a shoot tomorrow.' 'Do not worry hyung, I will take good care of him.' 'Hello!? I am sitting right here, I have my own mind and voice? I WILL GO BACK WHEN I WANT!' 'Hyung, let's go, I am hungry.'

Jongsuk drove them to his house, and y/n was hot; he was not ready to step into the elder's house like this. Yet, here he was, sitting at the dining table having dinner with Jongsuk, in his house.

After dinner, both the actors were standing on the balcony and enjoying the view of the city. There was a comfortable silence between them.

'I should drive you back. You have a shoot tomorrow.' 'Let it be, I will get a cab; you should rest; you worked the whole day hyung.' 'I am completely fine to drive you back, really, let's go.' In the hall, as Jongsuk was putting on his jacket y/n blurted out without thinking 'What if I do not want to go back?' 'Oh... Then you can very well stay y/n; you should have just said that, I will show you the guest room, come.'

'No, I mean.' Y/n went closer to Jongsuk and held his jacket while looking down, 'I mean, I want to be with you, here.' 'I won't go away anywhere, y/n.' 'Hyung!' Y/n while stomping his foot and looking up to lock his lips with Jongsuk.

Jongsuk dropped the keys he was holding and put his arm around y/n's waist and a hand behind his head. The kiss deepened, Jongsuk easily entered the younger's mouth, and their tongues slid upon each other, then he started sucking so hard on the younger's tongue and lower lip that y/n moaned and lost his balance.

They were on the floor, y/n's legs spread, Jongsuk's breath and taste lingering in his mouth. 'That... was intense hah!' 'Fuck! Baby! I am not ready to let you go yet, can we please continue?' 'Yes, please yes hyung!'

They shifted to Jongsuk's bedroom, and through the night, y/n was pushed to his limits. He never knew how big the elder was and his rough, intense thrusts and bites all over the body, and the grips, literal kneading of skin, Jongsuk left no pleasure untouched.

The shoot the next day was canceled on the accords of y/n not feeling well. In reality, he was still in bed around 2pm, with Jongsuk all over him, playing with the marks he left.

When he reached his home his manager was already there. 'So?' 'Don't worry, we won't let it slip.' Y/n said as he flopped himself on the sofa. 'Yes! Finally! It was so bland to be your manager from the start. I was too free. I wanted you to have a life but you just never listened to me. Wow, I should treat Jongsuk.' 'What do you mean it was bland being my manager!? I gave you no drama to worry about hyung.' 'But hun, I NEEDED DRAMA!' 'Honestly hyung, I am tired, let me sleep then we will order something nice; you should rest too.'

After that night y/n and Jongsuk had been going to each other's house regularly to spend time together after shoots and they even went on a vacation after the shooting was wrapped up.

Soon, through the grapevine, many industry insiders got to know about two of the hottest actors being in a relationship and they were attending parties and events together. As the news broke out, it was supported by the agencies and that was the first time y/n had to face the hate train of antis.

Well, it did not bother him as so many of them got a legal notice from his and Jongsuk's company that they became famous as the 'no-nonsense couple' of the industry.

P.S.:- If you liked it, you can support me by buying me a coffee; link's on my page.

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Some love for the YR writers, and their OCs

As a small gesture of thanks to the incredible creativity and generosity of fanfic writers, during this time of holiday excess and the AO3 YR tag being just lit!, I thought i’d pull together some favorites to share. Hopefully if you’ve haven’t read these fics yet, they might entice you. I know we all know and love the endless iterations of Wille and Simon, and Sara, August, and Felice, but did you know there are some truly incredible original characters in the YR fanfic library? Here are just a few of the characters that have stayed with me. Made an effort not to spoil in the descriptions! I’ve tried to spread the love across lots of writers and have tagged you if i know you're on Tumblr. And i mostly read AUs. If you’ve got other OCs you just love, please add to this!

So, in no particular order … Part 1 of ?.

Chetna from Tis the Damn Season by littelbluefish, (M, 15/15) - “in a near-constant state of dancing readiness” (i love her for that alone), also witty meddler, dispatches unwanted men with savage accuracy, pitch perfect level of snark, loves Simon to pieces.

MJ and Mario from And that’s how you make history baby by waybeforeyourtime (T, 16/?) - it’s difficult for me to choose between the two, but i think maybe the author would agree they are inseparable. MJ and Mario run Benders, a bar where Simon ends up performing. They literally jump off at the page at you. MJ, appearing as Mary Jane, gets one of the best entrances i’ve seen in a while. (“Mary Jane sat in front of the door of Benders in a crudely made replica of the Iron Throne from Game of Thrones, except it was dildos that adorned it, not swords. She wore a pale pink strapless dress, white fishnet stockings, and black patent-leather Mary Jane platforms.”) His partner, Mario’s, first words to Simon: “"I don't have time for games. Violet, kill the light.”, but it was a match made in heaven. The dialogue between these two!!! Read this fic! Run! Don’t walk!

Melvin from Simon Eriksson: Just some guy from biology (G, 1/1) by fandom_commitment_Issues (@zee-has-commitment-issues) - good student, considerate partner and father. On this list because he does deadpan so well. He kept a straight face when W huffed “I’m getting married to an idiot”.

Alba from Taking me Back (M, 6/?) by wilmonlibrarian - for being one of those too smart for your own damn good teenagers who sees straight through her own father, Simon. (Alba isn’t buying it. “So, you’re saying nothing I experience in the next few years will matter to me in the future?”) and yeah karma really is playing a terrible joke on poor W & S in this.

Luis from All the Places we’ve been (M, 10/10) by This_time_its_just_me (@in-amor-veritas) - Simon’s roommate in New York, Simon who has his own life and successful career as a singer. Gives Simon essential advice on what to wear to meet his ex (yes, you know the ex). (“Oh please, none of your clothes fit you correctly, Simón”) He works at one of NYC’s biggest fashion magazines. Think Devil Wears Prada, friends. Just the absolute funniest and most loving wingman, takes absolutely none of Simon’s bullshit or his polyester. Has entirely the correct reaction when he finds W in his bathroom.

Lotta from Heart and Homeland (M, 33/ ) by @bluedalahorse and @heliza24 - An intrepid, loyal, and revolutionary woman with a heart of gold, who holds the key to a major plot twist in this masterful AU set in the early 1800s, where Wilhelm is at the center of a fight for Sweden’s future, and everyone writes each other a lot of beautiful letters. (“Lotta sighs and giggles like we are best friends and says we should tell one another romances or fairy tales and I want to tell her that princes are not the same in real life as they are in stories.”) Don't miss this fic!

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Sedgewick Sable x M! Reader

> Requested by anonymous | I actually really enjoyed this prompt! I might go on to write some fanfic inspired by it, just because I had so many ideas...

PROMPT: The reader is Sedgewick's secretary.

He has to sit himself down with a bit of alcohol to contemplate and think once he manages to realize that he's falling for you. ...A 'bit of alcohol' soon turning into a bottle or two. His feelings are all mixed up and complicated when it comes to yearning for another man, let alone one who's working so closely with him, which leads him to have a bit of a personal, moral dilemma; this is all so new and strange to him, and he's completely lost on how he should handle his newfound feelings. You likely being his queer awakening certainly doesn't do anything to help that. As opposed to women, whom he's significantly more flirty and forward with, with you, Wick is more inclined to bury his affections under a front of nothing more than a typical professional relationship-- out of a cross between repressed queerness and fear of his feelings not being reciprocated. He's not opposed to it, just very...inexperienced.

With so much extra money at his disposal, he can't help but dote on and spoil you with gifts and raises in your pay (which would already be considerably higher than he would give to anyone else in your same position, considering how he feels about you). He tries to limit himself to more discreet, smaller gifts--knowing anything too drastic would give away his feelings, no doubt--but in the end it's rather obvious anyway. Fancy pens and pencils and office supplies to 'help with your work' soon progresses to buying you clothes and accessories and other, more luxury items, and eventually it wouldn't be out of place to find a new set of cufflinks boxed on your desk, or a fine pocketwatch, or a rock or geode that he found interesting. ...That last one is probably more meaningful in his eyes than it is in yours. But it's the thought that counts.

Oftentimes he'll get the urge to come by your workspace to 'check up on you' and make sure you're doing your job properly, which normally just consists of him standing over your shoulder for as long as he can without raising suspicion, paying more attention to you than he is to anything you're doing. He'll comment and make an attempt at sparking up conversation here and there, but he soon grows nervous he's being overbearing, and leaves you to your own devices with a hasty pat on your shoulder.

If you burn through your paperwork and manage to finish everything you need to do early, Wick gradually begins to ask you to do more and more mundane, everyday tasks for him just so he can get you to stay around him a little longer. And if he's feeling particularly bold, he might ask you to stay afterhours, just for some quality time.

He frequently comes up to you and adjusts your uniform, straightening your lapels, tightening your necktie or messing with your buttons, and while he tells you it's for the sake of maintaining your professional image, it's pretty obvious he just wants to be up close and make any sort of physical contact with you. His hands linger for a second or two longer than they need to.

He tries his hardest to foster a connection with you outside of the workplace. In his eyes, it heightens his chances of gaining your favor, and lowers the chance that his advances will be rejected. This initially starts out with him taking you out to a quaint little bistro or a nice restaurant to discuss business, and over time, the topics of conversation become more and more personal and intimate. It's most likely that he'll end up drunkenly confessing on one of these occasions, or giving away too much, which prompts him to fluster and apologize once he sobers up.

He always finds some way to join you on your smoke or lunch break. Maybe for the whole period, or a part of it, or even just dropping by to check in on you, but it's practically a guarantee that he'll be there. Half of the time he can't even muster an excuse or any sort of reasoning to defend himself, he just wants to be able to spend as much time as he can alongside you.

Other notes: N/A

[hoseokspudding]

  ˖ ৎ୭ ॱ ₊ . * Airheads

𓂂 ࿐ ۫ ִ ⸼ Synopsis: A collection of Cashier Zoro! x black female reader head canons!

Characters: Roronoa Zoro

Parings: Zoro x Blackfem reader!

Genre: Head cannons, NSFW & Modern AU

Warnings: afab reader, unprotected sex, cussing, cream pie, pet names, public sex, almost get caught, not a full NSFW fic, mention of slight alcohol.

Author’s notes: I was going to turn this into a fanfic for a friend, however I caught a cold and so I’ll give you guys some head canons to keep you guys entertained <3! I saw this tik tok about having a crush on a cashier and I thought about Zoro lol! This head canons has a NSFW aspect to it! It’s not my best but I hope you enjoy 🐈💨💖

This is for you May!! <3

NO MINORS ALLOWED!

-Takes place in the early 2000’s in which malls were popular.

-You’d always enjoyed going to this particular restaurant at the mall with your friends, but one day, a new cashier appeared who piqued your interest. When you first saw him, you thought it was love at first sight. You adored his green hair and laid-back demeanor.

-You were terrible at flirting with Zoro, putting your hair behind your ear and batting your long eyelashes in the hope that he would get the message but he would simply respond with “Ma’am, may I take your order?” finding you strange. You’d blush as your flirting went horribly wrong, and you’d look down at his name tag getting his name.

-Zoro needed a summer job fast because he had accidentally wrecked his father’s car while taking it for a “test drive,” so the only option was to work at the mall taco restaurant. When the store was busy, Zoro would manage the cash register and occasionally make the tacos. Zoro was terrible at his job, always fucking something up, whether it was breaking the soda machine by punching it because it wouldn’t turn on or burning customers’ food by not paying attention.

-You’d usually buy something and then eat somewhere else after secretly throwing away the food. His cooking was terrible, but you wanted to see his pretty face, and seeing his muscles through his tight shirt as he frantically moved trying to get everyone’s order was the highlight of your day.

-Zoro has been caught sleeping on the job several times, making himself something to drink without paying, and claiming that it isn’t fair for him to work all day and not have anything to drink. On slow days at the restaurant, Zoro would occasionally drink on the job. Even if everyone else on the team was sick of Zoro and his antics, he wouldn’t be fired because his attractiveness attracts customers. Everyone in the mall would be talking about how beautiful Zoro was and how people would be lining up to see him. He was quite popular at the mall.

-Law works there too, he takes his job very seriously and always tell Zoro “don’t slack on the job!” He’s the manager and is only working there to pay off his student loan. He finds Zoro to be a bit annoying sometimes but he doesn’t mind, as long as Zoro is doing his work.

-After noticing you were showing up more frequently and he had taken a liking to you, he’d manage to cook you something decent after a while.

-When you two first started dating, he would reserve a table for you and your friends, primarily you, just to gaze at your pretty face and would glare at anyone who tried to sit at the table. He made certain that it was in a good location where he could see you and occasionally call out to you. That table was only for you, and if he could, he would write your name on it.

-Zoro would dress up as the restaurant’s mascot to attract more customers (which is a taco), becoming extremely embarrassed when the straw-hats and his other friends sees him wearing it. He becomes agitated and tells them to back off. When you tell him how good he looks in it, he starts humming a different tune and proudly wears the costume.

-“Yea whatever,” Zoro would say after being harassed by Nami about giving you free food and how she’ll deduct it from his check. She’s the establishment’s manager, and she needs her money. He’d even tell you not to “worry about it” if you were a few cents or dollars short on the bill. He’d even give you free food because you were his girlfriend.

-During his breaks, you two would have make out sessions in the Mall’s family bathroom, the back of the bookstore, the photo booth, and any other place where there were few people. During his breaks, he’d accompany you shopping and even suggest going to Spencer’s to look at the back of the wall. “Well, how about this one?” He indicated a pink dildo. “It’s not as big as mine, but it should keep you busy for a while.”

-“How about we take this to the restroom?” He teased you one day after you had been flirting for a couple of minutes. You’d respond with a snide “what’s stopping you?” With a small smirk, he leaned against the counter debating on rather to take the offer.

-“Hey Traffy, I’m taking my thirty-minute shift!” He’d call out before rushing over to your side practically dragging you to the nearest bathroom, he couldn’t help himself. You were turning him on while he was on the clock. How dare you parade around the mall in a short skirt and a tank top while he was stuck working an eight-hour shift at his dead-end job!

-When you entered the bathroom, he would push you up against the wall and smash his lips against yours, groaning the entire time. He’d scoop your plump ass and grip it with his massive hands. As you guys continue to make out and compete for dominance with your tongues, he pulled your skirt up a bit and ran his fingers against your slit feeling how damp your core was. “Damn already?” He commented throughout the kiss.

-Zoro would look down at his watch to see how much longer he has before going back to work then enter your juicy folds with his thick digits. With one finger, he slid inside your core exploring your inside with each thrust of his finger. You covered your mouth so no one could hear your loud and slutty moans of yours.

-You immediately fell into his arms as he added more fingers inside of you, your knees trembling with delight. “Z-zoro, please,” you could barely say. “Use your words, princess, you had no problem flirting with me earlier, what’s the problem now?” he said. You were flushed “m-more,” he mocked you, grinning devilishly and letting out a soft coo. “You want me to stretch your pussy even more, don’t you? “. You let out a desperate moan “Yes, I want more” Zoro chuckled and granted your wish.

-You were soon on your knees before you knew it, stuffing your boyfriend’s cock inside your pretty mouth. Your tongue would swirl around his shaft, and saliva would dribble down your mouth. Zoro huffed, looking down at your slutty face, and felt himself becoming even harder. He grabbed your head and yanked it even lower on his cock. He enjoyed fucking your throat and seeing you struggle to take it all in as you held on to his legs for dearlife for support.

-After a while of having your face used Zoro’s personal flesh-light, he stood you up and proceeded to make his next move. He leaned you against the wall and prepared to be inside you. He looked down at his watched and noticed how he only twelve minutes left before he needed to go back to work so he needed to hurry a bit and make the most out of it. He quickly slipped himself inside of you, groaning in pleasure before thrusting. “Holy fuck (Y/N) your pussy is gripping me so good right now” he hissed and gripped your hips.

-“How dare you walk around the mall in that manner? You whore, we can see your tits poking out “He’d chastise you while fucking you up against the wall. You held the wall with one hand while covering your lustful moans with the other. He’d grab your hair, forcing you to look up at the ceiling as he pounded against your wet pussy.

-The sounds of Zoro fucking your tight pussy echoed throughout the bathroom. You tried your best to contain your moans so no one would catch you in the act especially since you could hear people walking past the bathroom you had to keep quiet. It was hard since Zoro was basically piercing your insides, the only thing you wanted to do at that moment was to moan his name.

-As Zoro continued to drill your insides, there was someone at the door trying to open it to use the restroom. You were extremely fortunate that Zoro had locked the door, but you had to remain silent until that person left. It wasn’t easy because Zoro gradually started using slower strokes so that the person behind the door wouldn’t notice what they were doing. These were much more intense and agonizing strokes that drove you insane. You bit your bottom lip, trying hard not to moan.

-When the coast was clear, Zoro began pounding against your sticky core, allowing both of your juices to mix. You could feel your climax approaching. “Z-zoro baby, I’m almost there,” you moaned softly. “Yeah s-same,” he grumbled, feeling close as well. He pulled out of you when you reached your climax and took a moment to look over his work. “Ah, your pussy looks so pretty with my cum inside of you, babe,” he chuckled before cleaning himself up.

-He’d leave the bathroom with a grin on his face and go about his shift, leaving you woozy in the bathroom with cum drooping from your cunt. He’d soon regret it because he was hungry and should’ve taken advantage of the opportunity to get something to eat.

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[randomnameless]

So because of Leopold's support and the shadow assassinations by the Agarthans and Humbert , it would be irrealistic to have a civil war happen early on (as in it start during the first year of the war) despite how Edelgard's extended lmanifesto (not just the church part) screw over the nobility while at the same time screwing the church that, unlike the nobles, the civilians of Adrestia seem to somewhat give a shit about?

At least if the intent when writing a fanfic is to respect the lore/world building of Canon?

We don't see enough Adrestian civilians to even know what they think about, we heard about "missing" church people in Adrestia, but nothing about the commoners - we only hear in passing iirc Ashe talking about starvation because of the war, but idk if he's talking in general or about Adrestia.

Ferdie'n'Lysithea's paralogue tells us the randoms in Hrym and being bled dry under Ludwig's name (when he's actually framed by Thales!), and even if the game tries to avoid this topic like the plague, I still wonder where all those "war assets" are coming from, especially since the "people working" on those projects didn't hesitate a second to use Adrestians as guinea pigs (iirc Remire is in Adrestia!).

So Hubert's secret police + starvation + whatever is happening thanks to Agarthans riling people up like what happens in Hrym + Leopold being in charge of the army (that is made up of people from other places than just, Bergliez) + Hubert being Hubert, aka willingly take people hostage or threaten them to make their families comply + Supreme Leader (I mean Hubert) jailing/rekting "corrupt" nobles in the first days of her ascension to the throne...

Nopes apparently says Enbarr's people are pretty happy about the war, because they're revanchists and are hell removed from the frontlines - but what about the rest of Adrestia?

I once compared the coronation scene in CF to a coup (because Billy and Supreme Leader are accompanied by soldiers) but it would sort of match, Supreme Leader gets total control of the army through Bergliez's lust of power/conquest, control over the finances because Linhardt's dad is just like that I guess, Hubert oversees everything and, at least in FE16, Arundel still sides with her.

Aegir was neutralised, Vestra Sr was put in a trashcan, and Varley is either reduced to a puppet or to House arrest.

There are no powers left to oppose her in Adrestia, and if commoners somehow managed to rebel, they would have to deal with their very own national army, secret police and random Agarthans... on top of finding enough food to eat to survive while the ressources are given to the frontlines.

But in a way, everything I'm just saying bar the canon facts of :

having Leopold and the Army + Waldemar and the money

Hubert doing Hubert things

opposing big name nobles being swiftly deposed/neutralised just after her coronation (or before in Nopes!)

food shortages

FE16 wise : Agarthans taxing randoms to death/ Nopes : Agarthans killing people randomly

FWIW, AG where we learn a bit more about Adrestia, and how, apparently, Agarthans and bandits (?) are slaughtering randoms there, but the nobles are too concerned by the Kingdom's assault to protect their people, and would rather see them die than divert troops to, just, have the bandits/agarthans stop creating rivers of blood with the bloods of the people they're supposed to protect.

Everything else is headcanon/AUs/fanfic/however you want to call it.

So bar those points... Adrestia just exists and it's a damn shame, because even Begion managed to get its pseudo civil war between Sanaki and the Senate where commoners/people supported one over the other, but in Adrestia? Bar the BE peeps and a few dads, you have the feeling no one else exists.

FWIW, in the non CF routes, the opera company joins Billy's army iirc, so maybe they're not loyalists? And represent some people who aren't that gung-ho about the war?

i have that random headcanon that in Nopes, Manu and Mittelfrank are used for spying stuff, and actually, through Yuri and Manu herself, give intel about what happens in Enbarr to the CoS while the opera workers try to sabotage as much as they can some stuff in the Imperial Army... but that's just an AU lol

[i-never-forgot]

"In the Morning Light" Canon Timeline

In light of posting my fic(s), I wanted to clarify my AU for the sake of comprehension since there are some timeloop shenanigans that occur that may make it confusing, especially since I have somehow ended up writing it all backwards lol.

This is going to be a mess of bare minimum (but we know it's going to be long-winded—c'mon, guys, it's my writing we're talking about) plot points to explain the premise of my perpetual WIP fanfic, my OC(s), and the potential AUs that may be involved. Buckle in for a whole lot of nonsense, my dudes—this is really just me trying to get everything in my head on paper, so to speak, so I don't really know who will be interested in reading all this lol, but I appreciate all of those that do. This has been stewing in the back of my mind since 2015 so…yeah.

This outline is broken down into acts, so it follows the basic canon storyline of the game until the post-game's ending, from which it deviates. (As always, questions about any of this are more than welcome in my askbox! I relish any excuse to yap about my babies!)

[Divider credit]

"Past" Arc:

[The events of "A Stagnant Life" occur.]

Eliana wakes up in the paralyzed future and thinks she's dreaming. She rescues a terrified, treed Treecko from getting trampled by a rampaging Nidoqueen by distracting her, tumbling into a ravine and hurting herself in the process, then falling unconscious. When she wakes up, the Treecko is there and...talking to her, asking if she's all right, and trying to give her a berry. That's a lot to process with a concussion, but, at this point, after taking in the decaying scenery and strangeness of it all, that seems the least fantastical element involved in her current predicament.

He convinces her to go back to his cramped cave at the top of the other side of the ravine, afraid of being out in the open for too long, and asks her what kind of Pokemon she is. She explains that she's a human, he's confused. She tries to explain that she's obviously not from the area, but isn't entirely sure how she got there—the memories are...fuzzy, for reasons that she can't seem to fathom.

Treecko says, after some questions of her own about sleeping off their injuries for the night and figuring things out in the morning, that he doesn't even know what "the sun" is. It's always dark, always silent, and the vast majority of other Pokemon are feral and violent. The poor thing has no concept of time and is extremely timid and soft-spoken, and he's obviously intimidated by Eliana in general (but especially by her size and comparatively incredible strength), yet he seems to trust her despite himself for that one act of kindness she gave him...of course, that may also have to do with the fact that he looks like he's never gotten a full hour of sleep and seems cripplingly lonely and starved for touch and company, too.

Despite the grief and trauma surrounding the loss of her original childhood partner Pokemon, Eliana's initial insistence on only keeping an eye on the little creature that had inadvertently saved her life with oddly potent naturally medicinal fruit long enough to figure out what in the hell she was going to do quickly fragments when she starts teaching him how to battle to defend himself, rescues him from a couple more dangerous situations, and answers his endless questions to the best of her ability. (She's only known this Treecko for what should've been a couple of days and if anything happened to him, she would kill everyone in that fucked up frozen world and then herself.) She decides very early on that she would lay her life on the line for him, even if she doesn't openly admit to having an attachment to him to herself until much later on.

She learns about mystery dungeons when he runs out of supplies and she figures out that the only way to get fresh food and water is to enter these odd, labyrinthian structures and to emerge successfully on the other side because, oddly enough, things seem to have been “sealed” in a way that regenerates the feral Pokémon and the items. Treecko is terrified of having to go into them because of the other Pokémon since they attack anything that moves, but Eliana starts coaxing him to try. She figures out how to use throwing items, seeds, and orbs as means of defense since she obviously has no moves, and very slowly Treecko starts to get stronger and more confident.

One “day” Eliana finds a Dig TM before they emerge on the other side, and they pass a local pond on the way home. Eliana stops by the water while Treecko stays near the treeline with their finds, but she’s attacked by a Mightyena and gets pinned under the water to drown her. Treecko accidentally activates the Dig TM, learns it, and defeats the Mightyena by using it—it’s the first time he’s knocked out a Pokémon on his own. He’s frantic about whether Eliana’s okay and clings to her well after they fall asleep.

Eliana receives her first Dimensional Scream soon after this, although she doesn’t understand what it is and thinks she might be hallucinating. (*I haven’t decided what it will be yet, but for this “future” portion of the fic, I would utilize the “past” dialogues—just like the hero captures glimpses of Grovyle’s dialogue in the past, e.g. Foggy Forest.) They're staying near Treeshroud Forest, so this is what triggers it, but they don't realize there's a Time Gear there until later.

She grows too curious about the state of this world to stay put any longer, and she tells Treecko that she wants to explore it to see what happened—she’s explained to him how it should be, but he’s never witnessed anything different. He’s understandably wary about the idea of traveling long distances, and Eliana tells him that he doesn’t have to go with her—since he has a home here and feels safe, she could leave him with what they had gathered the last several trips to the local mystery dungeons and gather her own stuff as she goes along.

(However, she doesn’t realize that the reason Treecko feels safe now is because he’s met her—she’s boosted his confidence, has taught him how to battle, and has been his sole companion in almost all of his life. He owes her everything, he feels, so he decides to go with her in order not to lose her.)

[The events of the top half of "Cuddles" occur.]

They travel along an old path that leads, unbeknownst to them, southwest. Eventually they reach the coast and discover the ruins of a town. Eliana is fascinated and tries to uncover what's left, but anything valuable has already been looted. They find an underground base mostly hidden under brush pulled over its entrance. They creep inside and are attacked! But the scuffle doesn't last very long because their assailant is a) old and b) the only other sane Pokemon they've encountered.

It’s a blind, older, chronically wounded Lucario that refers to himself as the Old Master. Eliana and Treecko are uncertain what that means, exactly, and he doesn’t deign to explain it. After some convincing that they aren’t raiders, he offers for them to stay in the little underground haven he’s built. It used to be an exploration guild, he explains, and he was its master. Since the world fell apart most Pokemon either fled across the continent or were driven mad. He doesn’t admit it but Eliana can tell he’s been lonely and he’s relieved to have some company, even if he has to readjust to it some.

He starts explaining what he knows—which is quite a lot, actually, since he’s studied all of the old tomes in the Guild’s library for lack of better things to do while hiding out between ventures into local dungeons for food. He’s able to answer some of Eliana’s questions—including that the planet is paralyzed through time stopping. Eliana exhausts his knowledge and he diverts her to the library and proceeds to teach her how to read the written language(s) of their world.

Eliana is a quick study. She even uncovers and is able to read the ancient tomes composed in Unown runes since it’s similar to the alphabet with which she’s familiar. Lucario is amazed by this and by her and Treecko’s partnership. He mentions eventually that she reminds him of someone he used to know, but he can’t place it.

Eliana uncovers texts about Time Gears and their function. She proposes a crazy—but plausible— idea. It is no negligible task, but…Lucario agrees to help, tired of the world he’s been trapped in and that Treecko has been born into. They will need help if they have any hope of finding them. But even if they did manage it, since no locations were recorded in the records, how could they possibly reverse what had already happened?

They travel to what once was Capim Town on the opposite side of the coast—a long, arduous journey filled with peril. Treecko gets stronger and quicker all the while. They arrive and Eliana is met with suspicion and outright aggression—those who remembered humans before the cleansing did not approve of her presence, so she was forbidden from remaining in town. Treecko goes with Lucario when he speaks with the leaders of the town, but he’s rejected because they suspect that any tampering with the timeline would cause their erasure. Lucario declares that the world in which they live is nothing for them, nor their children, to suffer—what would it mean for them to lose their lives if countless others could be saved in the process? (Treecko adopts a lot of Lucario’s opinions on things after this, admiring him a lot for his steadfast rationale and ability to handle tense situations.)

When they leave the council chamber and return to Eliana, Lucario is discouraged. However, a moderate-sized group of townspeople follow them before they can depart and say that they're willing to help them in any way that they can to rectify the past. They end up forming the Planetary Investigation Team and start researching the cause of the planet's paralysis by uncovering other texts and such.

Lucario, Eliana, and Treecko return to the Guild and begin their plans. They determine that while their new team attempts to narrow down the possible locations of the Time Gears in the past, Lucario says that they need to find out a way to travel through time to start with. He has to work on that, but he has enough information by then to send Eliana and Treecko out into the continent to start the process of elimination on where the Time Gears might have been.

Unfortunately, all this hubbub and action has caught the attention of the spies scattered throughout the land for Primal Dialga. They report back what's going on, and Primal Dialga sends out his best henchman to determine the intentions of these insurgents and to stop them by whatever means necessary if he determines that they pose a veritable threat to the timeline. (They do, he finds.)

Eliana and Treecko start traveling around the continent counter-clockwise, first discovering the Time Gear below the Northern Desert and in Quicksand Cave thanks to another vision she receives from almost falling into the frozen quicksand. She trusts her gut, they go down, and find the first Time Gear suspended, frozen, and inert. [Since Temporal Tower had collapsed, the "feedback loop" powers they possessed went dormant. That's when they truly figure out that they have no choice but to travel back in time in order to utilize them effectively.]

They find the other Time Gears based on the possible locations Lucario marked on their map: Crystal Cave/Crossing's, Treeshroud Forest's, then Foggy Forest/Steam Cave/Fogbound Lake's. Eliana keeps having these visions, and she realizes that they're linked to the Time Gears, although she can't figure out who is in them (spoilers: it's Lu).

They have their first run-in with the Sableye when they discover the Time Gear in Limestone Cave, and Eliana and Treecko have gotten so accustomed to combat that they don't pose that much of a threat. Treecko has become confident, sure in his abilities, and he is proud that he's able to protect Eliana just like she has him.

They book it back to the Guild to report their findings to Lucario hoping he's found a solution. He has: Celebi, the Time Travel Pokemon. He hopes that they can find her if they find a Passage of Time, and one is located near the Mystifying Forest because it's a place of primordial, mystical power. There's no guarantee that Celebi will be there, but Lucario hopes to at least leave a note there in hopes that she might assist them.

However, just as they're getting ready to travel there, the Guild comes under attack. Several of Primal Dialga's servants have discovered the place and are trying to stop them...and Dusknoir is leading them. He demands their immediate surrender with a cease and desist order, stating that if they stop their plans to tamper with time that their punishment won't be as severe.

Obviously they don't agree to his terms. A tense and rapidly losing battle happens so they can fight their way back out, but Lucario sends Eliana and Treecko away while he takes on the rest of them and holds them off to buy them more time. Tearfully, they flee. Dusknoir pursues them, but they're faster since they're more familiar with the area.

They fly through the mystery dungeon and come across an old spring. Dusknoir and his Sableye ambush them there. It's a tough fight, and Dusknoir is merciless since he's decided to use force. Eliana gets hurt, Treecko gets pissed. Something about the energy that resides there reacts and Treecko evolves! Grovyle's able to beat them off and to knock Dusknoir down long enough for them to slip deeper into the forest.

He's struggling to adjust to his new form and they're both frantic at this point, on the verge of an inevitable and certain demise but he's just so proud of his new strength and Eliana's overjoyed that their bond is strong enough to afford him that, and they almost miss it when they're called into a barely-visible cave entrance. Celebi is waiting there, having known they would come because she's been watching them, wondering why Pokemon were suddenly looking for the locations of the Time Gears. She fully supports their cause and apologizes that she couldn't have been introduced to them sooner, but she was trying to avoid detection by Primal Dialga for defecting.

She leads them to the Passage of Time, explaining that she relies on its power for longer leaps like they require in order to reach the past. They're down to the wire: Dusknoir and the Sableye catch up to them just as they're getting ready to pass through. Dusknoir almost snatches Grovyle but Eliana dives in and tackles him through the Passage. Celebi flees once it's shut behind them, and Dusknoir is left cursing in their wake. (He's in deep shit with Dialga now.)

Due to the instability of the portal, Eliana and Grovyle struggle to cling to each other. It's violent, almost, throwing them about like they're in a storm. They're attacked in the midst of it, Eliana thinks it's Dusknor following them, and shields Grovyle. It sends her careening out of the Passage, freefalling over the ocean below.

"Present" Arc:

Eliana wakes up on a beach with only the memory of her name, the certainty that she should not have fur and paws, and little else save vague sensational impressions and gut feelings about certain things (and Pokemon).

A young, blind Riolu finds her and offers to patch up her wounds (after she was battered around by the storm, hit her head on a rock which resulted in a concussion and her amnesia, and nearly drowned as a result) despite his initial wariness of her rather unbelievable story, but his personal treasure is stolen by a couple of bullies and she is Not Having That Shit since he's so sweet and shy. It takes her a little bit to get used to her new body, but using items helps. Riolu is extremely grateful for her help, doesn't know how to repay her other than offering to help her in return, and offers for her to join him in going to Wigglytuff's Guild. Eliana doesn't know what else to do, so she accepts so she can at least have time to get her bearings.

She quickly trusts Riolu because of his sincerity and opts to give him a nickname. They make fast friends with the other Guild members, but Eliana is soft-spoken and reclusive, never really coming out of her shell since she's so shaken by her lack of identity and the mysterious visions she keeps having. She grows accustomed to Lu's innate and, at times, unnerving ability to tell her mood sine he sees using his aura reading ability.

[Regular plot happens, y'all know the drill. I'm trying not to make this too terribly long so I'll add anything else here if I think of anything.]

Eliana discovers that she has a passion for the historical aspects of exploration and, in order to understand the world around her, she starts reading as many books as she can get her paws on. (She's surprised that she can read all of their written languages, as well as Unown script, although she struggles with Footprint Runes). Lu tries to keep up, but a lot of times he falls asleep while she's pulling her secret all-nighters even after the Guild's curfew has passed.

They initially focus on small jobs that don't offer big rewards since those often get neglected, but as they get stronger they start focusing on ones that are more dangerous so they can help those that need it most. They ascend through the ranks rather rapidly this way compared to their peers.

Everything proceeds as normal until they return from the expedition to Fogbound Lake and Dusknoir arrives at Treasure Town. Everyone is immediately enamored with him upon their first meeting, including Lu, but Eliana senses nothing but Bad Vibes. Her hackles rise and her fur stands on end and she can't get out of the room fast enough. Lu wanted afterwards to meet him but he goes with her to conduct their business outside the Guild. They do their missions for the day and go to Spinda's to unwind.

[The events of "Inexplicable Dread" occur.] | [Here is some meta. And here is some more.]

Dusknoir shows up and Eliana panics and gives him a false name. Lu is trying to be accommodating while keeping up decorum for their visitor, so she tries to push down her anxiety for her partner's sake. Dusknoir notices her apprehension and tries to smooths things over, which makes her second-guess herself and her initial reading of him: he is kind, considerate, and interested in what she has to say. He succeeds in being the second Pokemon to get her to open up by asking her about her studies. By the end of the night she feels comfortable in his presence, but that ill feeling lingers in the back of her mind. They accidentally touch, and triggers another vision: of Dusknoir reaching out to them, stating "You two are coming with me." She runs out in fear, leaving Dusknoir concerned about her being hurt in the past (but little does he realize he's the one that did it).

Lu finds her already in bed, curled up tight with her fur on end. He manages to get her to calm down, but she refuses to share what she saw bc he just got through telling her about how nice and kind and concerned Dusknoir was about her and that he's never met anyone so sincere with such a clear, bright aura. She decides to give him a chance since Lu was able to tell Team Skull were bad eggs right away.

They start interacting with Dusknoir more, having conversations here and there, and Eliana and the ghost-type are able to have intense debates or discussions about hypotheses that surpass anyone else's realm knowledge. Dusknoir loves listening to her talk since she's so articulated and wise beyond her years (until she reveals she's older than she looks, being a first-form Pokemon) and he'll actually go full-throttle explaining things since he doesn't have to stop, slow down, and give extensive context for his subject matter bc she already knows what he's talking about. Eliana develops a fondness for the bass rumble of his voice, like thunder, and she falls asleep a couple of times listening to his veritable lectures. She adores his patience, gentleness, and willingness to share his vast knowledge.

[The events of "Trust" occur.] | [Here is its meta.]

When Dusknoir rescues them from Amp Plains, offering to carry them back to town because of their wounds and fondly murmuring, "You two are coming with me," Eliana decides that she trusts him completely. He has brought no harm upon them, he has helped the both to be more confident in their abilities, and he so obviously cares bc he threatened to rip Team Skull a new one for the dirty trick they played that might have cost Team Relic their lives! She diverts him to the beach and confesses her true name, her ability, and her amnesia being the reasons she was hesitant to trust him at first. She is relieved to no longer hide these things from him, but he is...decidedly not. He conceals his reaction well enough, but Lu notices an inexplicable shift in his aura that darkens him. He starts acting...different. He draws closer to them, claiming to try to help Eliana with her ability to they can find Grovyle, and yet he's more reserved. It's an odd mixture.

When they begin their manhunt for Grovyle, she teams up with Dusknoir to research where the rest of the Time Gears may be located. They spend many late nights like this, usually with Lu asleep nearby, and grow very close as a result. They end up on a "first name basis", so to speak, and no one else talks to him with such casualness and informality, as though he's an equal rather than a superior. He is surprised to find that he...almost appreciates the normalcy of it, despite the circumstances. Eliana respects him entirely by the time the events at Quicksand Cave occur, and she fully commits herself to helping Dusknoir capture Grovyle.

[The events of the former half of "The Hero and the Wraith" occur.] | [Here is some meta. And some more.]

They stop Grovyle at Crystal Crossing, almost at the cost of their own lives. Eliana thinks him cold, cruel, and is almost smug about his desperation once Azelf locks down the lake. Serves him right, she thinks, after everything he's done. She doesn't realize he's on the verge of breaking down, panic and terror and grief that he's been doggedly avoiding since getting separated from her all rolling into one and verging on the edge of a mental meltdown. He's had to relearn himself while separated from his most trusted partner and best friend, not knowing what became of her, whether she was dead (or worse). He's seen no sign of her thus far, getting the Time Gears, and he fears the worst. This is the last straw, and he's barely holding it together. That's why he lashes out with violence instead of deflection or defensiveness; he's hemmed up into a corner with nowhere left to go and he's just so very frustrated and afraid.

Dusknoir didn't have to step in. He could have let Grovyle do his dirty work for him. But...he couldn't stand the sight of Eliana and Lu getting wounded so mortally. He steps in before Grovyle can land the killing blow (on Eliana, because she managed to get up to shield Lu despite being on the verge of unconsciousness). He chases after Grovyle when he escapes, but it doesn't take him long to decide the thief is gone and he rushes back to scoop up the team and Azelf to bring them back to Treasure Town.

He's frantic, the Guild members would say, worrying himself to death about their condition. He looms outside their room while Chimecho and the other healers on-hand patch them back up, and he stays with them through the night in order to monitor their condition. He has to leave the next day to keep up appearances, to hunt Grovyle down, but his inner turmoil distracts him more than anything. He shouldn't care. He would be forced to bring Eliana to her death anyway. Why would he be worried for her health now? (Why had it scared and wounded him so badly? Why did he allow himself to get involved with them in the first place?)

Eliana wants to go with him to trap Grovyle once he, Magnezone, and the Lake Trio decide on the plan. He refuses. He doesn't want to risk her recollecting anything about Grovyle, certainly, but he doesn't want to stay around her any more than what is strictly necessary anymore. He has to distance himself. He can't allow his personal feelings interfere with his mission anymore.

Eliana is anxious waiting for the update. She doesn't fully realize that Dusknoir will have to leave once he captures Grovyle. It hits her like a truck when they're in the town square and Dusknoir's imparting his goodbyes.

She doesn't expect him to reach out and snatch her (and Lu). Waking up in the frozen future is disorienting, to say the least. She and Lu are still a bit beat up from the fight in Crystal Crossing, and the last thing they want is to rely on Grovyle for anything, but...why is Dusknoir trying to have them executed? Eliana's in survival mode, realizing that her Dimensional Scream had tried to warn her and she hadn't listened. Dusknoir had betrayed them, he had lied to them, why couldn't Lu just accept that?

They argue before they decide to find Grovyle. Lu is already upset, and to see Eliana so angry scares him. When he cries, she softens back up enough for them to remind each other that they're on the same team and that they have each other, if nothing else. They don't trust Grovyle, but what he says makes sense, and Eliana admits that the "enemy of my enemy" mentality will work for the time being. (So why does she feel so safe in his presence?)

They fall into an instant rhythm. Something about him seems so oddly familiar, comfortable, and she almost knew what he was going to say before he said it or what he was going to do before he did it. They fight back-to-back effortlessly. Lu notices that his aura is pure, and murmurs such to Eliana at one point; he's sincere, and he has no malice for anyone. Something about that seems...right.

Celebi recognizes Eliana, but says nothing. She thinks Grovyle knows, and since she can see through the timeline a bit she doesn't quibble with it. She's just trying to focus on getting them back without bringing up the odd transformation.

Dusknoir reveals the truth and Eliana would've had a harder time believing it if it hadn't...felt right. It's difficult to reconcile in her mind, and she doesn't truly have time to process it, but...she realizes the voice in her past Dimensional Screams must have been Grovyle's. There was no possible other option. It's a much harsher truth to Grovyle, though, given he's been suppressing his emotions about the entire ordeal for so long. That's really what guts him in that moment, steals the wind from his sails: for a moment he truly thinks they're at the end of their rope, that there's no hope...and then Lu steps in and saves them all with his steady resolve and quick-thinking.

[The events of "A Dawning, Horrific Realization" happen.]

It's an emotional night, crowded around their low fire in Sharpedo Bluff and eating in near silence until they brave broaching the subject. Grovyle can scarcely contain himself, his relief overwhelming him to the point that he is reaching out to Eliana out of habit; but he'd hurt her and Lu, and while she felt some sort of vague bond with him, she was still readjusting and absorbing everything that she'd learned about herself and him. Despite him trying to hide it, she sees the hurt written plainly in his eyes when she rejects him politely yet apologetically.

He wakes her with a nightmare that night. She tries to wake him, but he reaches out to her again with a desperate mumble of her name. Heart hurting for him, and for the version of herself that he had lost, she caves and cuddles with him. They both sleep better than either of them had in a long, long time, finally reunited.

She builds a fast rapport with him despite their rocky start. They butt heads a little, since Grovyle had to learn the hard way how to make decisions for himself while Eliana is used to taking point with Lu, but they get everything done. When he departs to speak with the Lake Guardians, it's a tense, but temporary, goodbye.

They keep the note he leaves behind for them in Sharpedo Bluff.

The battle with Dusknoir is violent, brutal, and enraged. Eliana doesn't hold back against him, although she's limited in what she can do. She bites him on the arm hard enough that it scars. Lu and Grovyle have to volley so he won't target her specifically. He grabs her throat at one point in the fight using an Ice Punch, freezing and scarring the flesh to the point that hair no longer will grow there.

It nearly shatters Eliana to lose Grovyle at the temple in the Hidden Land, but she has to stay strong for him and for Lu. She can't let herself crack under the pressure now, not when they're so close.

She doesn't let it slip when she starts to disappear, trying to stay strong for Lu's sake so it's not as hard on him. He wishes she would have told him sooner, but it's the one time they agree to disagree.

Lu develops gray hairs on his muzzle in his grief, but Eliana's temporary absence matures him a lot. He doesn't let her out of his sight for months after they're reunited, and hardly out of reach.

The entire Darkrai ordeal breaks Eliana. Finally learning what happened brings all her grief of being betrayed but who she thought was her friend, then losing her best friend, all back again to the forefront. This is the weak spot that Darkrai tries to exploit, and it works. It's only Lu that's able to pull Eliana back out of it. She feels a sort of grim satisfaction that Palkia inflicted upon Darkrai what the Nightmare Pokemon had done to her so long ago.

Her and Lu work through their traumas as best as they're able, working through the ranks and becoming one of the most succesful exploration teams in the continent. They find a tentative state of peace in their routine, and they feel like they get a fresh start when they finally evolve. Eliana chooses to become a Leafeon in honor of Grovyle. It's an emotional moment for her, the closest she's felt to her long lost partner in months. She misses him terribly, and while Lu is able to settle, she finds herself restless still.

"Future" Arc: [WIP] {No spoilers!}

[The events of "That Poison, Reconciliation" occur.] | [Here is some meta.]

[The events of the latter half of "The Hero and the Wraith" occur.]

[The events of "Rest" occur.]

"AU" Arc(s):

Returning to IRL AU:

[WIP] Through some space-time shenanigans (whether divinely ordained or not, that's yet to be determined), Eliana is returned to the human world about years* after she disappeared from Eterna Forest. A missing-persons investigation had been conducted and ruled as a closed case when no signs of her were found. Her roommate put her belongings in storage, thankfully, never really believing that Eliana was truly gone. She struggles to get her feet back under herself, having to find another job and place to live and basically start from scratch...

Extra Information:

Team Relic:

Reference.

Meta.

Team Sunrise:

Reference.

[fearingthefearsome]

𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝕽𝖊𝖉 𝕷𝖎𝖕𝖘 𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖎𝖓 𝕸𝖎𝖓𝖊, 𝕶𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖍

─•~𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 ~•─  - The main masterlist with all my collections

𝒢𝑒𝓃𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓃'𝓈 𝒫𝓇𝒾𝓂𝑜𝑔𝑒𝓂𝓈 - Genshin Impact masterlist

PAIRING... Alhaitham x Kaveh

SYPNOSIS... One would say Kaveh is famous. That in itself is something Sumeru and many of his clients cannot deny. Blond hair almost like golden threads pairs beautifully with carmine ruby eyes peering with inspiration. An almost feminine but adrogynus look entices men and women alike. That is why it’s no suprise when Alhaitham goes home to find gifts and packages piled up on their front door. A small twisting hint of jealousy lingering in his mind as he looks at it.

WARNINGS... This fanfic is indulgent and it contains a smut scene near the end. So be warned 𝓭𝓻𝓲𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼, I will not warn you thrice.

AUTHOR'S NOTES... Greeting once more 𝓭𝓻𝓲𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼, it's been a while since I've gone back to writing due to writer's block. Apologies to all the 𝓭𝓻𝓲𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼 who were expecting a new oneshot or a continuation of the scenarios which I would like to say that it will be continued. I had to write a new piece that is severely out of my element. Also I am experimenting once more with the design of my posts so there may be changes to the new posts rather than the old posts. I would also like to give a shout for my best friend who created this very beautiful artwork of Alhaitham littered with kiss marks and out of my fangirling over these two gays, they also made a bonus artwork of Kaveh being the culprit of the kiss marks. Which thank you very much for the fanart! :DD Worry not the photos are attached here in the scenes. As i've said, this story is a bit of a character study on my part and writing in-depth romance (?) I'm really out of my element. But I am happy to say that I have improved a lot since before. A heads up, it's been a while since I've written smut so please bear with me, 𝓭𝓻𝓲𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼. Other than that, enjoy the archive's new post!

Kaveh is famous. 

That in itself is something Alhaitham cannot deny. 

Ever since their school days, Alhaitham remembered when his Senior would be surrounded by men and women alike. Clamoring around him to gain the attention of those ruby eyes. Sometimes their little hangouts in the library would be interrupted by brave souls confessing their love to him. Only to be rejected with the softest smile on his pink lips. Other times Kaveh would drag him around to hide by a hidden corner of the library. Hoping to escape any potential suitors that would want to court him. 

Long before being the Light of Kshahrewar, Kaveh gained popularity through his beauty and intellect. That’s how Kaveh was well-known around Sumeru and the Akademiya.

That’s why when Alhaitham arrives home early, he is not surprised to see a pile of boxes at the entrance, all addressed to the Light of Kshahrewar. He can vaguely remember when Kaveh would arrive at their study hangouts with bags filled with courting gifts. Other times Alhaitham was the one who would receive these gifts to pass on to Kaveh but it diminished to just a handful of times when Kaveh had gotten angry for using him as a convenient mailman. His favorite memory with these gifts is when Kaveh would share with him any treats or snacks he got. 

He huffs lightly before scooping up the gifts and lays them on the coffee table of their home. As bothersome as the gifts are, he has the decency to at least bring it inside. He toes off his shoes, expecting to be scolded by his roommate. The gifts end up on the coffee table, piled up to the brim with tags from senders and obnoxious bows and wrappers. He sits down on the sofa and tries to relax from a long day of working in the office. However his mind wanders back to the past where his Kaveh was confessed to left and right. It was always an annoying sight to stumble upon or witness. To see his Senior be showered with unnecessary flowery words and be subjected to an idiot’s confession. Even he, who learned 20 languages, knows better words to say to a man that makes him speechless. And it’s frustrating him how his mind can’t seem to rest unless his roommate is back home. 

Alhaitham picks one box and inspects it, all wrapped neatly and screams rich from the designs. The giant red bow hides a card beneath its obnoxiousness. Squinting, he takes the card and debates on opening it. One one hand, he’d see who the sender is and the objective of their gift. On the other hand, he can feel a growing irritation within him that he hopes he can soothe by reading this card.  He goes over it again in his head, weighs the pros and cons but something tells him he should read it. Although he knows that tampering with the gift would result in an argument with Kaveh, he would satisfy his curiosity. 

Opening it, Alhaitham is greeted with the most unintelligible writing known to mankind. It was written in script, all the loops were exaggerated to the point of being unreadable. He has studied to read even the handwriting of doctor’s through prescriptions and journals in the House of Daena. Yet this sender thinks they can entice Kaveh with their horrid handwriting. It takes a few minutes or two to decipher what they wrote. 

‘Dearest Light of Kshahrewar, 

I am sending this letter in hopes of having your hand in marriage-‘

Feeling a boiling anger in his blood, he crumples the card with a clenched grip. Who does this fucker think they are? A marriage proposal? It wasn’t uncommon for the Light of Kshahrewar to be seen as an eligible bachelor. However the audacity of this bitch who can’t even write to the point of it being read is abysmal. He throws the card onto the table and drops the gift with a growl of irritation escaping his lips. He ruminates over what the letter said, hand covering his mouth to try and dissuade his teeth from crumbling beneath how tense his jaw is from raw anger. 

It’s not his business. He snatches a book from a messy pile on the coffee table. It’s not his business as it is not him who was proposed to. He tries reading quietly as he returns to a mental bookmark on his book. Evidently making sure to steer clear of any annoying emotion he might feel. Yet…

The gifts on the table are giving him a smug look and the annoyance in him is slowly festering without the company of his roommate. He sighs exasperated as he has wasted 5 minutes trying to calm himself down. The book in his hand is interesting but his attention keeps straying back to the gifts sitting innocently on the table. 

Sighing for the nth time, Alhaitham waits impatiently for Kaveh to return home. Huffing here and there when time seemed to slow down much to his chagrin. 

₊˚ ✧ ‿︵‿୨୧‿︵‿ ✧ ₊˚

Alhaitham perks up in attention when he hears the fiddling of keys at the front door. 

Kaveh finally arrives home in a jumble of noise. Something he can’t seem to complain about. It’s familiar to hear his keys jingle with haste and the door swings open aggressively from a long-day stress piled on his shoulders. Kaveh himself follows through with an exhausted moan and the little beeps of Mehrak right behind him. Alhaitham can hear him struggle by the doorway as he removes his shoes and places his keys in the dish bowl. Cursing suddenly resounds through the entrance as multiple heavy thuds follow. His shoes must have been in the way, as he barely glances at Kaveh entering the living room with a very displeased expression. Though he was surprised to see Kaveh carrying a giant box alongside his blueprints. 

“Alhaitham! I told you before to put your shoes ASIDE!” Kaveh starts in a flurry of ire. He smacks the giant box down on the coffee table as he points at Alhaitham with an accusatory finger. “I swear you leave them out on purpose just to see me trip! I swear to Kusanali that you do this out of amusement-“ Alhaitham observes Kaveh, who continues to rant at him. He takes the time to witness Kaveh drop his blueprints onto the couch. He lends a habitual hand to help him take off his hair accessories. His hands cradle the red hairclips of his roommate while Kaveh runs his hands through his hair. And when the time is right, Alhaitham can see the pretty unblemished nape of his roommate. Tempting to touch and a sight that only he can be blessed with. 

“It’s blasphemous to use our god’s name in vain, Senior.” He retorts. 

“And you’re a prick for making the entrance a hazard!” Kaveh snaps back immediately. Alhaitham has to hide a growing grin behind his hand as he hums in acknowledgement to what he was saying. 

“Ugh!” Kaveh plops down onto the sofa, directly beside Alhaitham. And the smile grew beneath his hand as Kaveh scoots even closer to him. His knees knocked against Alhaitham’s and his warmth immediately warmed up Alhaitham’s right side. Kaveh crosses his arms and grumbles under his breath. Kaveh whips his head to the side, avoiding his eyes despite sitting so near him. 

“Did anything interesting happen today, Senior?” He asks but all he gets is a side glare accompanied by a very cute angry pout. Now this won’t do. Alhaitham has entertainment when he plays his cards right. And most of the time, he has an opportunity to satiate his twisted desires he keeps hidden. Seeing Kaveh being cute and angry is an opportunity to tease him. To burn his curiosity of how many expressions can he show him with a few words. Moving just a bit closer to drape his body on Kaveh. Relishing how warm the sun is on his skin, with just a few layers of cloth preventing him from being burnt. Alhaitham asks again, this time leaning closer to his space. His breath hot and loud as it leans close to Kaveh’s ear, he asks sincerely. “Won’t you tell me what happened to your day, Kaveh?” 

“Hmph!” He takes sick pleasure in the blush that dusts his ears and cheeks. The way it is evident that his tactics are working to break down the walls Kaveh had put up. But right now, he wants his attention on him. The anger from the card was still simmering in his blood and he wanted Kaveh to soothe it. To make him forget the anger that’s wants to blow up and track down the poor excuse of a potential candidate. So he smiles and breathily whispers into Kaveh’s left ear. “Apologies for leaving my shoes around, Senior.” He adds an extra effect to persuade him by nipping his ear once. Alhaitham can feel a wicked satisfaction when Kaveh shivers and breathes in shakily from the action. “I’ll be good next time by putting away my shoes properly.” When Kaveh bites his lower lip, he can tell he relented quite easily to his apology and is more than willing to talk now. 

With that, Alhaitham closes the book he hasn’t read since he picked it up to signal that he’s giving Kaveh all his undivided attention. “Now I want to know how your day has been, Senior.” 

He can’t help but feel pleased when Kaveh pouts cutely at him. 

“I’ll be holding your word to see you actually do it, Alhaitham!” He says before lighting up to tell him about his day. “Besides, my day’s been through the gutter. But something interesting happened when I was going home. You won’t believe it Alhaitham! I was passing by Puspa Cafe when one of my past clients came up to me with their acquaintance. Ms…” Kaveh stops his monologue to remember their names. Alhaitham has to stop his words from teasing him when his face scrunches up in concentration. Kaveh is keen on remembering their names when he taps his finger on his lips. Maybe Alhaithamm should change his race into a glove that gets to be kissed by Kaveh’s lips. When he snaps his fingers when he remembers their name, his ruby eyes meet his own with stars glittering around it. “Ms. Abélia, she commissioned me for a greenhouse in her parent’s land. I met her and her companion Ms. Iris at the front of Puspa Cafe- oh!” Kaveh is excited. Alhaitham can tell just how happy Kaveh is when he fumbles with opening the giant box from his client. 

“Ms. Iris is apparently their family friend and she’s a makeup artist from Fontaine. They gave me a gift from their new line of makeup products for making their greenhouse.” Kaveh says as he brings out the makeup products one by one. 

Alhaitham, with no knowledge of extensive makeup beside the usual kohl and a few lessons from Kaveh, was taken aback by the quantity. On the coffee table, Kaveh had moved aside the book pile and the gifts to make room for at least 4 cases of eyeshadow, eyeliners and other products Alhaitham doesn’t recognize. “That’s quite excessive for a simple greenhouse.” Alhaitham says as Kaveh grabs the last two products that catches Alhaitham’s eyes. 

They are two small cases with a glass window softly held in Kaveh’s hands. From where he looms over Kaveh, the products seen through the glass window are two shades of red. One case has a lighter red almost a bit pink shade while the other product has a peach almost skin-like color with a pink hue in it. 

Kaveh huffs at his comment, “While I agree that it is excessive for a gift, the greenhouse was not simple at all! It was one of the most stressful commissions and it was within 7 weeks, Alhaitham. Seven!” Kaveh pouts in annoyance while Alhaitham remembers how much Kaveh suffered through that commission. Not only was the time and the client’s preference of design difficult, the materials had a delay and the glass panes were switched out with a cheaper quality. Alhaitham remembered Kaveh being angry. Angrier than he had ever seen Kaveh be. It devolved to Kaveh reporting to Cyno about the situation which turned out that the company from Fontaine had been embezzling their funds. Alhaitham took the liberty to quickly report on time about the situation to the Iudex of Fontaine. 

The amount of stress Kaveh had been through that time was enough for him to collapse at least thrice within the day. Trips to the Bimarstan were frequent for a week with Cyno carrying him to emergency care and Tighnari was stationed to watch over Kaveh during the last few days of construction. Nothing about the process of building and designing the greenhouse was simple but in essence it is a simple greenhouse in Alhaitham’s eyes. Where was Alhaitham? He took on the task of making sure Kaveh slept at night. Forcing him to eat and bathe while coercing him to lay on his bed, right beside him. 

Alhaitham snaps out of his thoughts to tune into Kaveh’s recount of the commission.  “-ly, Ms. Abélia was a bit… difficult to coordinate with but she’s much better than the other clients who always sacrifice safety and design for cheap materials.” Kaveh settles on that before he takes notice of the products still clenched in his hands. Kaveh sighs in annoyance, “Anyways. Here.” Kaveh offers one of the products to Alhaitham who in turn opens his hand and lets Kaveh place the product on his palm. Alhaitham relishes the small graze of Kaveh’s finger on his hand. 

“And what is this Senior?” Alhaitham examines the small case, the one Kaveh had given him was with pink peach shade. He observes how Kaveh opens his case with deft fingers. “It’s lip balm, dear Junior. They said it moisturizes the lips and it’s extremely helpful in the desert since it can remove the dryness whenever we have an expedition there.” Kaveh says as he brings out his pinky finger and takes a few swipes on the lip balm. He carefully smears it on his lips and smacks them with subtle pops. 

Alhaitham barely pays attention to what Kaveh was doing but he hums in approval at how helpful the product will be in the future. Maybe he can ask Kaveh to give him one. But… “Why does it have color? Are there ones without any shades?” Alhaitham questions as he looks up to Kaveh only to freeze at the sight. Specifically the sight of Kaveh’s lips that has taken a reddish-pink hue. The pale lips he sometimes reads are now covered in a beautiful shade of red that has a glossy texture. It looks soft and delicate like a flower petal. He can tell Kaveh is talking from the way those lips open and close around words but Alhaitham is stuck watching those kissable lips convey words that cannot reach his ears. And when Kaveh stops, he sees those lips stretch into a cheshire grin that taunts him. Alhaitham looks at those lips one last time before he focuses back on Kaveh. The beautiful man in all his blonde and ruby glory is smiling teasingly at him. The same man who is taunting him with those luscious and soft lips. 

“Alhaitham?” Kaveh blinks in confusion, tilting his head to look questioningly at him. Alhaitham just nods, not knowing what Kavevh said or what he was thinking anymore. He focuses back on those glossy pink lips and looks away. “Nothing.” He replies before picking up another makeup product on the table to inspect it. 

Archons. he really wants to kiss this man.

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The next few days were unbearable for Alhaitham. Some days when he woke up, he would be greeted by that same beautiful man preparing breakfast for the both of them. While other days he would have the honor of waking up the ethereal beauty sleeping peacefully surrounded by an array of colors. But what happened was that the gifts were coming in a steady stream. And Kaveh? He decided to try out anything he can use on his body. And Alhaitham? Well he was at the mercy of this oblivious blond.

It took a whole new level of restraint to stop himself from pouncing on the man. Whenever they bickered, Alhaitham’s eyes would flicker down to those pretty glossy lips that said each word like a god’s prophecy. Kaveh was still using the same lip balm that was given to him a few days ago. Whenever they see each other off, Alhaitham has to anchor his hands to stop himself from chasing after those beautiful golden locks. The scent of a new shampoo Kaveh was testing out was a mix of flowers. It wasn’t potent but it also wasn’t subtle, it was enough to catch Alhaitham off guard though. It paired perfectly with the new rose perfume Kaveh was given by a client from Inazuma. It fits him so well that Alhaitham suggested buying more of it for Kaveh. When Alhaitham comes home to see Kaveh creating designs after designs, he can’t stop himself from appreciating how obliviously smart and foolishly dedicated this man is. During breaks before dinner or lunch, he sees Kaveh spreading lotion on his hands and arms. He rubs his fingers to test the texture before massaging it sensually into his skin. It took Alhaitham a few minutes to uncross his legs to avoid being seen by Kaveh how indecent he’s been just by watching him. The final straw was when Kaveh would take care of his fingers on the coffee table. The way he attentively cuts and files his nails. Then he brought out a gift in the form of nail polish. And Alhaitham didn’t know just how beautiful Kaveh’s hands are until he presents his nails with a muted red polish coloring his nails. Alhaitham had to punish himself with a very very cold shower when he imagined those hands holding… something.

Alhaitham has to hand it to himself for resisting a wonderful temptation Kaveh is to him. Yet tonight, the chains he put on himself are crumbling by how annoyingly gorgeous this man is in his drunken stupor. 

It was their monthly night out with Tighnari and Cyno. This time, they have Cyno’s pseudo-brother, Sethos joining them for the first time. Alhaitham tries to drown out the noise of the tavern with his headphones yet Kaveh’s voice cuts through it and ends up being his comfort tonight. As he reads his book and converse with his companions, he sneaks a few glances at the blond talking animatedly in a flurry of hand gestures. He drinks alongside Kaveh but not at the same pace as him. He refills Kaveh’s glass who in turn drinks with stars blinking from his eyes. He observes how Kaveh switches his expression every millisecond Alhaitham takes his eyes off him. He observes how Kaveh would lightly place the glass on his lower lip. Still talking to their companions before drinking it with grace. When he places down his wine glass, he is intently focused on the tongue that licks away the remaining wine that threatens to drip down those pretty lips. He can’t help but let Kaveh indulge just a little bit more just to watch Kaveh lick away the wine from his lips. He wonders how those pretty and delicate lips would wrap around his fingers or how that tongue would lick his thumb when he teases him. He just lets Kaveh be, especially when he gets to watch his roommate’s lips be stained in a blooming subtle red. He’s using a new product of lipstick that got smudged and left a red stroke beyond his lips. He has half a tipsy mind to reach over and wipe the imperfection but the other tipsy half wants to smear it more and leave Kaveh’s lips messier than the wine glass with his kiss mark. 

By the time Lambad gives a warning of closing time, Alhaitham moves to grasp Kaveh’s hand. The alcohol in him is starting to affect him when he caresses the hand littered with the smallest cuts and slightly calloused by his career. He doesn’t remember when he leans in close to Kaveh but he commits to memory the blush on Kaveh’s cheeks that spread farther down his neck. His breath hitches when Kaveh shivers from his breath and decides to whisper softly into Kaveh’s ear like it was a forbidden secret no one but them should know. “Let’s go home, Kaveh.”  

He hears a stifled gasp and a sharp inhale of a breath from their companions. Alhaitham doesn’t know if it was the tipsy mind in him from an indulged wine-drinking session or the tipsy mind from getting to hold an irresistible temptation in his arms. What he knows is that Kaveh lets out an airy breath, it sounds needy and - Kaveh’s hands had gripped his sleeve and hid his face into his neck. So close that Alhaitham can smell the remnants of that same new shampoo Kaveh has been using. He grips Kaveh firmly as he stands to pick up the blond into his arms. He bites his tongue in frustration when he hears Kaveh whine needily near his ear. 

 He turns to address the three,“See you two around, and it was nice talking with you Sethos.” In a subtle rush, Alhaitham’s blurry vision only clears up when he arrives right in front of their home. His hand balances the weightless man in his left while unlocking the door with his right. He toes the door open and closes it with the audible click of the lock. The clatter of the keys hitting the ceramic bowl is drowned out by Kaveh’s little mumbles right beside his covered ear. Grunting with little effort, Alhaitham sheds both their shoes off their feet and enters their home with haste. 

Alhaitham deposits Kaveh on his bed and moves around his bedroom with habitual ease. He snags clean clothes and towels, hoping to clean up before going to bed. He takes off his headphones, gloves and other extra fabrics and sets them on his study table. He turns on the lights in the bathroom and runs a bath slowly filling up with warm water. As soon as he steps out of the bathroom, he sees the person of his desires nodding off on his bed. Alhaitham pauses by the doorway, he watches how Kaveh breaths with a hitch and hiccup here and there. He spots his face still has lipstick smudged beyond the shape of his lips. He approaches the man slowly before bending down to meet him face-to-face. 

He admires how the moonlight shines on him. It creates an ethereal aura around his delicate features and enhances the other-wordly beauty Kaveh has. He always knew the man was beautiful- No. He is so beautiful that he could be considered an angel or a god. His blonde hair could be mistaken for gold if not for the small flecks of brown at the tips. Those ruby eyes are shining gems that never seem to dull no matter what the world tries to do to dim its light. The cute button nose would scrunch up when his emotions would run high. And those lips- those lips. They are like delicate flower petals, soft to the touch and fragile like glass. When Kaveh had started to frequently use lipsticks and lip balms, Alhaitham couldn't seem to keep his eyes away from those lips. Covered in a light sheen of gloss always colored with hues of pink or red. Like a wildflower blooming with different colors, he is interested in having those lips touch his own.

One day. 

But for now, he reaches out with his hand and gently traces the dark circles beneath his eyes. He caresses shapes and lines around his eyebrow down to his cheek. He carefully wipes the smudged lipstick away and is content with how he looks more beautiful. He rests his hand on his cheek and pinches it lightly. 

“Kaveh.” 

He says the name like a prayer. It is laced with honeyed fondness and love. He pinches those soft cheeks teasingly before trying again to wake up the blonde on his bed. “Kaveh.” A little murmur is followed by a groan of annoyance. 

Ah, there it is. Alhaitham feels like the floor disappeared beneath his feet. Those ruby eyes squinted open and stared at him with all its attention, just on him. He feels his own lips twitch at the corner when he pinches just a tad too hard and the whine of pain echoes in the room. It is quite fun to tease him like, all sleepy and unaware of what he does to Alhaitham. Besides, the pinched pained expression on Kaveh’s face is quite a cute sight to see. 

“Kaveh, c’mon. Let’s go take a bath.” 

Kaveh does a sloppy job of trying to slap his hand away. All the while he groans out, “Noo…” Kaveh tries to fight the pinching Alhaitham by wiggling away from him. Alhaitham in turn chases after him, keeping up with pinching his cheeks until he huffs angrily at him. Eyes wide open and pouting at him. “Haiyiii- Wanna sleeep…”  He groans with a hushed tone, “Let me sleeeep.” He shakes his head as he struggles to keep an irritated expression on his face. Alhaitham just chuckles with amusement as he tries to urge Kaveh to the bathroom. “Bathe first, we’re dirty.” Kaveh merely groans and tries to resist Alhaitham’s attempts to bring him to the bathroom. 

It takes a few tries of push and pull, a winning fight for Kaveh. Alhaitham sighs and gives up on trying to force Kaveh into the bathroom. He goes back to turn off the running water and calls out to Kaveh, “At least change your clothes, Kaveh.” He hears him groaning before a faint, ‘okay…’ resounded followed by a heavy thud on the floor. 

Alhaitham comes back to see Kaveh flopped on the floor like a corpse from a crime scene. Sighing again for the nth time of the night, he helps Kaveh up from the floor. He plops him back on the bed and leaves to grab a shirt and underwear from the clean pile of clothes he had gotten in the beginning. He wrangles Kaveh awake to assist him in changing his clothes. And it was a struggle for Alhaitham to keep his hands to himself. 

Kaveh wakes up once more mumbling in irritation but complies to Alhaitham’s wishes. He starts by taking off  Alhaitham clenches his fists to stop it from roaming around Kaveh’s body. When he takes off Kaveh’s shirt, he lets his greedy fingers brush against his skin when he forces Kaveh into one of his shirts. When he sheds Kaveh’s pants, he uses the tip of his fingernail to lightly scratch a long line on Kaveh’s leg. Watching with great interest when Kaveh shivers from his touch. He has to be quick in changing his underwear unless his hands start to wander off to do indecent things. It is a losing battle for Alhaitham when he looks up to see Kaveh pouting cutely at him. Kaveh’s hands curl around either side of his head but it retreats as soon as he leans into it. 

He picks up Kaveh’s dirty clothes and eyes Kaveh clambering up his bed. He has to stomp on his desires from jumping this man as Kaveh grabs his pillow and passes out once more. He observes how Kaveh is curled around his pillow, in his clothes, on his bed and snoring quietly into the night. He scrutinizes how Kaveh’s lips are slightly open. Puffs of his breath escaping from those red lips. He stays there just watching, restraint heavy on his limbs. He should go and take a bath now before the water gets cold but the sight before him was something he is trying to burn into his memories. It doesn’t help that he spotted Kaveh’s lipstick sticking to his pillow in the shape of a faint kiss mark. Huffing in sexual frustration, he can’t help the little bout of jealousy that tore a hole through his mind. If Alhaitham ditches taking a bath and changing to his nightly clothes, he might be able to take the place of the pillow and feel Kaveh’s lips sticking to him. But if he doesn’t bathe right now, not only would it be a waste of water but the sticky residue of dried wine on his arm will disrupt him from having a good night’s sleep. Scowling, he turns around to clean up before going to bed. Why must these things keep him away from having Kaveh. One small thought that is slowly growing to consume his consciousness echoes in his mind:

It should’ve been him, marked by those tempting lips of his. 

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Kaveh always remembers everything when he’s drunk. 

Believe him or not he remembers all of it. How he would pull Cyno into a crushing hug. Despite how many times Cyno asks him to unhand him to play TCG. Pouting at Tighnari and whispering his sadness while his head rests on his lap. It is always accompanied by a furry tail tickling his face when he cries. But most of all, he remembers nights when he passionately complains about his handsome roommate who argues with him. Recalls clinging to said roommate who indulges him with bridal carries and wine. Or how he would wake up first, sleeping on Alhaitham’s bed, space invaded by a body hugging him. The scent of oakwood and ink snapping him out of his fantasy to him panicking to wake up and get out of bed. 

That’s why this morning, he had a frenzied wake-up call beside Alhaitham. He had rushed through the worst hangover pounding in his head. Not only was he late, he had to return home to get the materials he forgot for another client’s meeting. He didn’t get to eat lunch as he had to run out and catch the third client.. By the time Kaveh arrives home with a bag full of rejected blueprints and a low energy Mehrak in his hand, it was already past sunset. He enters the house discouraged and exhausted with a migraine forming pounding right behind his eyes. He’s glad that the door to the house was unlocked even though he didn’t bring his keys once more. 

Kaveh sits on the floor and sighs, resting his head onto the cool wooden walls of their home. He takes his time hooking his fingers in his shoes and slipping it off. Wincing when pain flares up in his wrist and his eyes as he drags his arms to sag on either side of his body. He takes his time to recollect himself surrounded in his misery and pain. He thinks back to how his day went and it just causes a sting in his heart to appear. He didn’t get to eat today, just a small cup of coffee and a snack. Snack… Oh yeah, it’s his turn to cook dinner. He wonders what Alhaitham would want to eat for dinner. That got him to slowly stand up. This time, he takes measured steps through his hazy sight to make his way deeper into the heart of their home. 

“Alhaitham. I’m home, what do you-.” Kaveh calls out to his roommate. He cuts himself off when he spots Alhaitham cooking dinner. “Oh, you’re cooking…” Kaveh’s mind can’t seem to keep up as he carefully sets down his belongings on the sofa. It is his turn to cook, he should be cooking but he feels so happy to not be the one cooking right now. He hears a muffled hum but it gets drowned out by the migraine that just grew heavier in his head. He sags down on the sofa with a grunt of pain, reaching over to bury his face into a pillow. His eyes feel like they’re about to fall out. His head feels like they’re about to split in two and create a new Mehrak like Zeus. His wrists are aching and his hands feel like lead with how tense they are. Ugh. Why did today have to be the worst… How long must he suffer… 

“Kaveh?” 

His eyes snap open and he shoots up in alert, two heavy hands weigh down his shoulders and his fright shoots up through the roof. “Kaveh, it’s just me.” Oh. He threads through his ball of anxiety, imagines unraveling the strings to calm himself down. Fuck, he fell asleep. His eyes snap to attention to find Alhaitham’s face hovering close to his. “I would let you sleep more, but dinner’s ready” Dinner? We eat together at 6pm but the sun is just setting. Did he doze off for too long? He can feel Alhaitham’s hands gently help him sit up. Kaveh is still feeling a bit confused and disoriented from a very abrupt wake up call. What was he thinking about again? He feels the rough hands of a writer tug him to stand, leading him to the dining table where he sits obediently. Kaveh tries to trace back his steps before he took a nap on the sofa. Still disoriented from dozing off, he doesn’t hear the plates of food being placed on the table right before him. 

What was it? What was he thinking about… “Kaveh.” Ah fuck’s sake. The day’s been so stressful that Kaveh can’t keep up anymore. His hands come to rest on his face with a wounded groan rumbling through his throat. The palms of his hands press onto his forehead when the migraine comes back full force. The smell of the food wafts through the air with the intense aromas of herbs. It makes him nauseous at the same time hungry from half a day of not eating. And the sound of utensils and plates clattering from where Alhaitham continues to serve food. Groaning, he squeezes his eyes in concentration and stave the migraine from growing any biggger. ”Thank you for cooking.” Is all he can say through the pain and whatever Alhaitham says gets drowned out once more to his misery. 

It takes him a few minutes to keep himself steady. To actually have coherent thoughts in his head but it’s a struggle for him to keep one single thought running. The smell, the sound, the fucking piece of shit of a migraine in his head kept hitting the worse parts of his brain. Fuck, why is it so painful? It takes him a couple of seconds to realize that the noise he kept hearing suddenly turned off. Like a switch flicking to turn off a light. His eyes snap open as he feels another pair of hands trail from his ears to his hands. He looks up to see Alhaitham there, his headphones nowhere to be found on his ears or his neck. What? Where-. That gets Kaveh’s attention to break one of his hands from Alhaitham’s warm hold. His hand meets the familiar shape of headphones that are on his ears. He knows the shape, the way it feels in his hands because he was the one who created them. Kaveh is the one who provides Alhaitham with new noise-canceling headphones, each one either a replacement or an upgrade from the last. Most of it though is the latter. 

He looks up at him in shock. Why- Why is he giving this to him? Why did he put it on him? Alhatiham breaks away to sign with his hands. ‘Use it for now. Focus on eating first.’ Is what he says before he sits down right in front of him. And Kaveh? He feels so much relief. The headphones had a domino effect for his current predicament. When the noise settles to a silent hush, the scent of the food starts smelling delicious. His migraine is slowly dissipating, enough for him to focus on eating. Per the request of Alhaitham, of course. Though, there was nothing he could do to stop his eyes from feeling like they’re bleeding. He looks down on his plate filled with food. It looks delicious. Kaveh was normally the one to cook their meals daily. So it is a rare occasion for Alhtiahm to cook for them. Even more so for him to serve him food on his plate. But he has no energy to complain right now, he just feels grateful for doing this. 

Alhaitham and Kaveh eat in silence. The same kind of silence that would be cut through by stories and bickering they would share. But today is just a moment of rest. Days like this would make Kaveh uneasy but when he looks at Alhaitham, he feels calm. Like there is no rush to do things or catch up with the world. To Kaveh, it feels like he is living in Alhaitham’s world. The silence may be loud for Kaveh but it’s not overwhelmingly loud when Alhaitham is there. When Kaveh takes his time eating, he feels his chest a bit lighter than before. 

Kaveh tries to help in cleaning up but was barred from Alhaitham to even stand up. His hands sign quickly to threaten him with breaking his models and ruining his blueprints if he stood up. So Kaveh sits there, eyes closed as he listens to the muffled sounds of life in the kitchen. His thoughts wander off as he thinks about what he should do to fix Mehrak. Her battery is a substitute after a run-in with some hilichurls. He has to ask Madam Faruzan for that, probably tomorrow. His blueprints need to be redone with the new designs. Though he’s thinking of dropping one of his new clients he met today. He knows that he shouldn’t drop them immediately but… Who the fuck does this motherfucker think he is. Trying to trick him into building a slave trading hub in Caravan Ribat, Kaveh had half the mind to sic Mehrak on him when he proposed it to him in their meeting. He’ll just visit Cyno to report the proposal to him. He'd rather not spend the night in jail for an attempted murder. Oh yeah he has- 

“Kaveh,” This time it was clearer. He can hear the worried tone in his baritone voice when he says it. His hand flies up to touch his ear and he’s surprised to feel skin instead. ”Is your migraine better now?” Alhaihtam asks him. He looks up at him and he’s mesmerized. This junior of his is quite a troublesome kid, that cute face of his has small signs of worry plastered on his face. The little furrow of his brows, the twitch of his lips, and his eyes had hardened over with worry. Kaveh smiles and nods. Alhaitham is really cute, especially when he tries to hide how worried he is.

Alhaitham takes his silent nod as a sufficient answer for now. His junior is very obedient. He knows he lied but still decided to let it slide. Kaveh has to focus on Alhaitham’s lips when they start to move. his mind can’t process the words he said at first. “…On your bed-” Bed? He finally got to focus on the tail end of his sentence but bed? What did he do with the bed? “I’ll be in my study if you need anything and,” Oh he’ll be in the study, he must be finishing up his personal research. That’s when Kaveh’s eyes switch over to the package in Alhaitham’s hand. Oh, he didn’t see that a while ago. When did Alhaitham get that? He must’ve been holding since he came back from the kitchen. “You have a delivery.” 

Those were his parting words before he and Alhaitham had gone back to their respective rooms. One retreats to his study while Kaveh returns to his room. His hand is holding onto the package he was given. He spots his blueprints and Mehrak on his working table. His migraine is just a dull throbbing now, but nothing like a bath and a good rest tonight can’t be fixed. However he has blueprints to work on today and there's still a problem with Mehrak. It takes Kaveh a few minutes to start moving again. The longer he stays stagnant, the more work piles up on his shoulders. 

He settles down on the chair of his vanity. It was a routine to check on himself before taking a bath and working more on blueprints. He sets the gift down on the vanity table and looks at himself. He grabs cottons and a makeup remover. Wiping away the slightly disheveled makeup on his face. Along with it was the stress of the day and the heavy exhaustion that clung to it. Maybe he should take a break today… Work can wait… right? He should probably ask Alhaitham to read to him again, he always loves how Alhaitham’s voice sounds. It is smooth and low every day but when he reads to him, it would turn gravelly and gruff. How his silvery tone would say the words with ease, the same way when he speaks another language besides Sumerian. It would be a good time to sleep with Alhaitham tonight.  

With an almost clean and bare face, he turns his attention back to the gift sitting innocently on his vanity. Who would send a gift this time? He carefully opens the box and lifts the lid to see what’s inside. Kaveh scans the contents of the gift. There are two tubes of lipstick. He picks up one of the tubes and is mesmerized by the way it was packaged. The inside of the tube was reflecting a deep red gloss within that can be seen through. Kaveh smiles as he lifts the tube to the setting sun. Loving the way the red shines through and ignites a light of inspiration within him. Maybe he should make a stained glass design with this red. It looks nice in the lamp light, he should see what it looks like in the sunlight tomorrow. Glancing back at the box he sees a letter. 

Putting down the tube, he picks up the letter and reads it. 

‘Dear Architect of Sumeru,

Thank you for accepting my commission to design a house for my daughter. Although it was unfortunate that you could not stay longer to witness the wedding of my family, I heard through the grapevine that you are well-known to be the fashion icon of Sumeru. With that in mind, I am gifting you a product I have been experimenting with for a few weeks. 

I call them, ‘Lip Tints.’ The idea of this product is that once it dries on your lips, it will stain your lips without smudging like normal lipsticks. These two are my trial products and even though it is supposed to be a gift I would like to ask a favor. Please write back to me a letter of any feedback from using them. 

Other than that, thank you once more, Architect of Sumeru for the design. I wish great tides of luck to your life. 

Sincerely, Mrs. Myriam Castex

23rd Countess of the Noble Family of Castex

Kaveh feels the smooth texture of the paper, smelling a hint of Romaritime perfume on the letter. He soaks in the faint scent of the perfume by resting the paper on the top of his upper lip. Blushing just a bit at the letter, “Fashion icon? of Sumeru?” When he mutters it, the more disbelief he has laced in his tone. He shakes his head, thinking that Mrs. Castex was jesting at the idea. It was a stretch to say he was an icon, but he could not deny that there are times where he has made a change in Sumeru’s fashion throughout his life. 

Kaveh sighs, setting the letter down, he turns his attention back to the lip tint tubes. He tests how it works, surprised to open it and almost spill the lip tint onto his vanity. A quick heart-stopping moment, Kaveh tries on the lip tint. 

He smears the gloss onto his lower lip first and shivers when an intense cooling effect settles on his lips. That’s one feedback to give back, it was too cold on his lips. He tries it on his upper lips and is taken aback from smelling a whiff of strawberry. He waits for it to be damp, almost dry to try and dab it on but he stares at himself in the mirror and realizes- it’s too red. 

“Oh shit-” Kaveh scrambles to get tissue to try and remove as much of the product from his lips. Careful not to get the tint on his skin. He closes the lip tint to gather more tissue and is horrified to see his fingertips as red as his lips. Rubbing his finger together, he can’t help but be impressed when it didn’t smudge. It stains his fingers in very distinct red around it. Looking up to the mirror, he smacks his lips to feel it dry from wiping and sees that it is the same red. “It’s a success, that's for sure.” He says, leaning close to the mirror to get a good look of how the lip tint worked. Not only achieved such a glossy finish but the cooling effect he felt had made the lips look plumper. It wasn’t obnoxious but it was a subtle difference that he felt from smacking his lips. 

He smacks his lips again, licking it to test if it’ll smudge. He can taste the strawberries now. He looks at it a few more times, moving his head left and right. It gives such good results, especially for a trial product. He licks his lips again and is greeted with the strawberry flavor. Though it is a bit faint now that he’s licked the remaining product on his lips. He licks his lips again and hums in satisfaction. 

“I wonder if Alhaitham would like the strawberry flavor.” 

It takes a while for Kaveh to even register what he said beneath his breath. He blushes with a light shade of red dusting his cheeks. He shakes his head and covers his face with his hands. He stammers as he realizes the weight of his words. He just admitted he wanted Alhaitham to kiss him! He kicks his feet, flustered with embarrassment and shame. In his mind he can see images of them kissing. Alhaitham hooking his fingers on his chin and pulling him to a chaste kiss. Or Alhaitham licking his lips and commenting on the strawberry flavor before devouring him with earnest desire. Even better- NO! 

Shaking his head more to try and get rid of his thoughts that continue to pester him. Unwilling to be a victim to himself, he abruptly stands up from his vanity and attempts to flee from his thoughts that follows him to the bathroom. When he’s sitting in the bathtub soaking in the warmth of the water, his thoughts continue to torment him with his deepest desire. He looks into his reflection when those images evolved into full blown scenes and ignited a fire of forlorn hope in his heart. It’s a bad idea to ask Alhaitham now to sleep in his bed. Not when he doesn’t think he can help himself from avoiding making eye contact with him. He blushes once more and dunks his face in the water out of sheer embarrassment when he thinks about sleeping beside Alhaitham. Whining into the water when the idea just doesn’t go away immediately. The image he has of Alhaitham sleeping right beside him, his lips look chapped and lonely without his lips meeting him. 

I’d love for him to kiss me too. 

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It was one of those nights. 

Nights where Kaveh’s pain would flare up in agonizing pain. Old scars reopen and bleed out for the world to smear his blood in dirt. The voices in his head would start shouting, overlapping over one another to remind him how much of a fool he is. Tonight like every other night like this, he spends it in the Tavern. Lambad is somewhere nearby to limit his drinking and remind him to go home. Making sure to keep the perverts and the creeps away from him while serving him. Even though he had finally asked Tighnari for help about his drinking addiction, the limited drinks he has is not enough to keep the thoughts at bay. 

So when he hits the final drink of the night, he takes it as a sign to finally go home. He thanks Lamad over his shoulder and stumbles through the cold night of Sumeru city’s streets. He leans on the front door in his semi-drunken moment as he enters his home. The silence is loud and creeping up on his feet as he rushes to make it to his room in one piece. 

His room is still cluttered. He hasn’t gotten to deep cleaning his things as his drafts and inspiration take the space on the floor and on the walls. He staggers around his drafts on the floor before he reaches his bed. It was also covered with shit that he can’t be bothered to clean up at the moment. So when Kaveh collapses on his bed, all his things go up in the air. He listens as blueprints, models, pencils and paper let gravity pull them down. He can hear it clatter to the floor and wonder how much- just how much it would be a pain for him to restart if those models ended up broken. He whines at the thoughts and crawls over to the edge of the bed to take a peek at the state of the models. However his eye catches a sharp glint through the dim room. 

Ah, right. The lip tint is still unopened. Kaveh had lost one of the tubes to the cluttered mess in his room but the one he held onto was sitting on his blanket. He never got to find any use for the lip tint. It is too extravagant for a simple outing despite it yielding great results. But there were no grand meetings or parties to attend to use the lip tint. 

Sighing, he wonders what Alhaitham would have done. What would he say when he finds Kaveh bumble around the house, in all his despair. Would he berate him? Would he find amusement in his sorrow? Even though he knows he’s not that cruel, he can’t help but think that Alhaitham sees him as a burden. Hah…. 

Kaveh grabs the lip tint above him. Holding up to watch how the liquid contents inside glimmers faintly. It reminds him of how beautiful Alhaitham’s eyes are. How when the sunlight hits at the right angle, he can see the glint of teal and orange when he stares at him. It reminds him of the divide between the forest and the desert. Where the sand mixes gently with the greenery and the peaceful coexistence they have of each other. It does fit Alhaitham quite perfectly. If Kaveh is like the forest always blooming with vegetation and color, Alhaitham is the desert. He is calm like the desert weather with the driest humor known to man. He has harsh words like the wind that nips at your cheeks and he had seen Alhaitham angry once. It could be compared to the most volatile sandstorm Sumeru experienced during King Deshret’s reign. It didn’t build up, it didn’t warn travelers of its presence until it burst through the air with a vicious intensity. 

Kaveh’s eyes soften, what is he doing… What can he do? The divide between him and Alhaitham has been their relationship the entire time. Just like the sand that never mixes in with the grass because when it does, Kaveh doesn’t know what lines he’ll be crossing if they did. If they had crossed the boundary between it, what would happen? Would the flowers continue to grow in sand? Will the desert spring forth a long-lasting oasis? How about the dunes, will they crumble and drown the hills and mounds? Will the grass continue to spread until it covers the sands like a blanket, forever forgotten in time? 

But what would actually happen? This brings Kaveh’s thoughts to a halt. What would actually happen? He never crossed those lines, always afraid to ruin their relationship twice. He always tiptoes around the divide and watches Alhaitham from the forest. The sandy winds brush against his cheeks when Alhaitham stares at him from the desert. Kaveh sits up, wondering the same thing again. What would happen? What would actually happen if he crossed that blurry divide between them? Because how long- How long can Kaveh continue to brush off his feelings?

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Sneaking into Alhaitham’s room is easy. Despite what he says of how he is a light sleeper, Alhaitham sleeps like the dead. Sometimes when Kaveh spots him napping on the couch, his heart would lurch at how still he looks. Unmoving, faintly breathing and peaceful. It is a terrifying sight to come home to. Some days Kaveh has to wake him, confirming that he is truly and utterly alive and not dead- not dead like his father. Other times, he just keeps an eye on him. Watching the faint rise of his chest from his breathing while he works beside the sleeping man. That’s why, it didn’t take much effort to get inside his room. 

On unsteady feet, Kaveh manages to open Alhaitham’s room to see him sleeping contentedly. He enters the room quickly and plops himself down to sit on the edge of the bed. He lets the bed bounce under his weight and doesn’t worry much about waking Alhaitham. He takes his time to gaze at the man. 

Kaveh can’t help but feel so vexed. It’s unfair- it’s truly unfair how handsome this man is. Here is the man of his desires, the reason for his joy, pain, anger and every emotion he feels, sleeping with a peaceful expression. Unaware that Kaveh is suffering, depraved of the bits of love he feeds him in little amounts. He leads him on and on only for him to stray him away from the path. 

Honesty, it’s unfair. 

He’s just too perfect. 

He is too perfect for Kaveh. Money and titles aside, Alhaitham is his perfect muse. From the day he met him in the Akademiya, he had seen just how handsome he was. The notebooks and sketch pads he’s filled with doodles and imperfect recreations of Alhaitham. He has so many blueprints drenched in teal. He has hands stained in tael and eyes craving to see teal. So many drafts he’s thrown, so many fantasies he’s dreamed of, they cannot compare to the real thing right here. It’s a wonder why a man like him is living in this filthy world. Better yet, Kaveh imagines Celestia herself predicting this. Or rather, she is the one who made sure this man is born. A man born from alexandrite crystals, shining in teal and green. It’s as if she took the time to sculpt by hand the beauty of this man. She makes way for the strong jawline that carves a path down the slope of his neck. Where she blessed him with muscles meant to embrace him in the warmest embrace. It’s quite a sight to see it bare without any cloth clinging to it. Looking back up to his closed eyes, he knows that beneath them lies a deadly set of eyes. How the teal is surrounded by topaz to balance the intense blessing she’s given him. Sometimes Kaveh can not stare at these eyes for long. Terrified that he’ll be caught in a trap by the predator lying inside him. But the beast is sleeping soundly through the night, at the mercy of his hands. His. Kaveh’s hand brushes away the silver lock. In his mind, he can see silver wine pouring on his hair to be stained in lustrous metal. Quite a perfect match, a literal muse of the Heavens is given to him, an artist. 

His beauty cannot be compared to his own. How can he compete with a man sculpted by a god? How can he be known to be beautiful and ethereal when Alhaitham exists? He doesn’t understand how Alhaitham could think he’s pretty. Why does he look so content with hugging him? So satisfied with holding his hand or carrying him home? Such are mysteries he cannot answer. Yet. 

Yet. This man… He chooses to stay by his side. He chooses to indulge in his greed, his desires and chases after him when he runs too far. He picks up his broken pieces and takes the time to help him put himself back together. This man- this man sleeping before him. He will be ruined. Kaveh will ruin him with his filthy hands. The muse that he spends days and nights trying to perfect on paper will be tarnished- by his own hands. 

Kaveh smiles in bittersweet sadness. Just how cruel must he be? Here he is, reaching the lowest of lows to commit a heinous crime against the Heavens. Defenseless against the hands that dare touch the work of a god. But Kaveh is resolute. Determined to know the results if he crosses lines they blur. To fantasize a world where his own greed will not destroy another treasure. He wants to Alhaitham. Not as a roommate nor a research partner. Not just as a junior or the Grand Scribe. No- no. He wants Alhaitham. The one who stays by his side. The one who picks him up on drunken nights and sleeps with him in ungodly hours. The one who comes back to light the fire of hope in his heart and watches him be consumed by the fires he creaetd. He wants Alhaitham- 

He needs Alhaitham.

With that, he carefully opens the tube of lip tin in his hands. The glossy color of red reminds him of the passion he held for arts. Maybe in some way, he wants to let Alhaitham know that he needs him like he needs art. He needs him to be there by his side the same way he needs art to create life. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath to steel himself. He’s about to do it, he’s about to pour all his desires onto himself and drown in it. With the lip brush in hand, he makes sure to smear a generous amount on his lips. His heart won’t settle down. It’s pounding against his chest as he reaches out his left hand to touch Alhaitham’s face. Making sure to keep his touch as light as a feather. He leans in closer, shivering when Alhaithams breath brushes against his ear. He gently places a soft kiss just right beside his chapped lips. He leans back to admire his work and mentally pats himself on the back. It looks perfect on him. The kiss mark is evident with the way it contrasts against his olive skin. Kaveh cries, tears falling down his cheeks as he licks the remaining lip tint that is burning on his lips. Alhaitham is just too perfect. 

He lays his head on Alhaitham’s chest. He’s done it, he’s done the impossible  He gazes up at Alhaitham’s sleeping face. Wondering just how many times must this man crumble his world of misery. How does he make him feel so alive? It is a blessing to feel his breaths rise up and down, his heartbeat beating beneath his cheek. This man is so perfect that it hurts for an artist like him to destroy it with a kiss. His perfect muse is tarnished by a human. At the same time, he cannot believe it. He lives with an intelligent man whose words would wrap around Kaveh in a bittersweet embrace. He has all his attention captured with every argument Kaveh can come up with. He is the ideal man of everyone’s dreams and Kaveh has him in his hands. Every touch he gives makes Kaveh crave for more. Every word he tells him soothes his pain and Kaveh? All he can give his miseries and sorrow. Offers him his shattered heart and he holds it- cradles it in his hands like it is precious. Alhaitham who stays despite the rift, the bridge they refuse to acknowledge or rebuild. 

Alhaitham deserves better. This muse of his, this man of his life desires. He deserves better than a broken debt-ridden artist. He should’ve settled with someone else, someone who is just as perfect as him. Someone who does not bicker or nag him around. Another artist that can recreate his beauty. Someone who can map out his face without any mistakes the first try. He deserves someone better than him. But at the same time, Kaveh will not let him go. He will not hand him off to another artist. Because Kaveh is an artist, with a muse like him living by his side. He can accomplish another kind of creation, something that can surpass this world’s worth. Because Kaveh needs Alhaitham.

He is an artist. The greediest one to live. 

Kaveh slowly rises on his hands. Hovering over Alhaitham asleep, he wonders, what would he think when he wakes up. He takes his tube of lip tint and smears more on his lips, to the point where it almost drips onto Alhaitham’s abs. He wipes away that small drip, intent on not getting a smidge of a mistake on Alhaitham. The canvas before him doesn’t deserve an imperfection. It deserves perfect marks of an architect’s kiss that plant themselves on planned paths. One starts on the corner just below of his green diamond gem. He follows along to the left of his breast before planting one on each nipple. He is drunk on his greed, his desire to make this man his. His lips are reapplied once more with a generous coating before he leans over to his left arm. He places two kisses there, silently thanking these firm muscles for carrying him home. His right arm is kissed with a firm mark. It was always this arm that crowds around Kaveh’s space before he is pulled in for a warm embrace from the scribe. By this point, Kaveh is breathing heavily. Lightheaded as he finally got to live out his deepest desire. He rests his head to catch a breather before he’s back to hovering over Alhaitham. He counts his kiss marks. One by his lips, two, three- five, nine marks are planted. 

Looking down, he licks his lips when his eyes land on his abs. He drops down to kiss two marks on it. Ah. His mind is hazy from the feeling of success prickling his skin. He greedily takes his tongue out to trace the middle of his abs down to his navel. His saliva glistens under the moonlight, he swipes a few licks on his stomach. He takes the garter of his pajamas to bring it down enough to plant a wet kiss slightly above his crotch. 

It takes Kaveh a great effort to extract himself from Alhaitham. He examines his marks, how it brings out the sharp lines and soft edges of his body. His hands are twitching, wanting to draw this moment, burn it in his brain and make sure to never forget the opportunity he was given. He smiles so wide that his cheeks are aching. He scoots over to the other side of Alhaitham’s bed. He feels giddy and joyful, swings his legs up and down like a child. He snatches back the tube of lip tint and brings it up to the moonlight. The way it shines a red hue in his eye gives him a sick pleasure running down his arms. He should write a letter soon to Mrs. Castex that this product is successful. Not only does it tint your lips a deep and seductive red, it is a great product for painting… And marking. He can still feel his lips aching from the intense cooling burn of the lip tint. And the thought of doing these indecent things to Alhaitham again sends a jolt of delight in his aching lips. 

“You sure enjoyed yourself thoroughly, Senior.” 

He looks back with giggle, a cheshire grin. “Whatever do you mean, Junior~?”  He crosses his legs haughtily as he stares up at Alhaitham— His Alhaitham. Painted in his marks littered around his body like the stars that connect the constellation. He giggles once more, so utterly pleased with how Alhaitham towers over him from where he kneels. The hot weather of Sumeruian nights seems to enhance the divine look on Alhaitham. A bit of sweat slowly trickles down the side of his head. Kaveh himself looks up with a grin before his expression turns shocked in an instant. Almost like he had expected the unexpected but is not prepared for it. He gulps in anticipation when all he can see is the dark stare Alhaitham gives him. That stare either full of anger or full of desire. 

Alhaitham is almost taken aback by the sly grin on Kaveh’s face. It’s quite hilarious in his eyes. An angel that blessed him with kisses, golden threads of hair framing a delicate face. Looking back at him with a devilish smirk and a greedy look in his eyes. Alhaitham finds it amusing to see the irony. 

“Was this your plan all along?” Alhaitham asks. In an instant, he pulls Kaveh towards him. The bed squeaks as he traps Kaveh beneath him, his arms resting on either side of his head to trap him. At the same time, he takes notice of the way Kaveh looks up at him like he’s hung the stars up and gave him the moon. Alhaitham feels his tongue go dry and his heart beat faster in his chest. This angel, the angel he’s been chasing for years and years is finally in his arms. All sprawled out on his bed, bathed in the ethereal moonlight. Looking up at him like he was the god he serves, with red carmine eyes wide awake. Skin flushes from the hot Sumerian night and breathing heavy from the blessings he bestowed onto Alhaitham.

“To tease me while I sleep?” He says, leaning in closer to his ear. His breaths tickling Kaveh’s neck and sending goosebumps down his skin. “Kissing me like you worship me, angel? Is that what you were up to?” Kaveh’s breathing turns heavier. Squirming at the intimate contact and the words that burn through his soul. Alhaitham has to restrain his hands that scramble to escape him. He whines in protest, fighting back in a futile attempt against a so-called feeble scholar. Alhaitham has to pin down his arms and rest his forehead against his, forcing Kaveh to look him in the eyes. “Tell me Kaveh, was it your plan to enjoy yourself without me knowing?” 

An observation he takes notes of when staring into his eyes is how evident Kaveh’s irises shake. How he has to swallow and weakly exhale with trembling efforts. It takes a few hesitating seconds for Kaveh to answer with a very meek nod. “…yes…” 

Archons, has Kaveh always been this obedient? That fiery blond with a short fuse would have snapped at him by now. He would have defended himself or redirected the conversation away from him. He would have fought back even more to try and escape his hold. Denying over and over again the evidence Alhaitham has presented to him. Instead, this man with wine wafting through his shirt is letting himself be pinned down to the bed. Trapping himself between the bed and his body.

And it makes him wonder if he should go on. All the possibilities Alahitham has thought of, this is the least expected scenario he saw. Because it would be wrong of him to continue. It would be a crime against their relationship if Alhaitham tread on the blurry lines they have established. However he reasons with himself that Kaveh had stepped on it first. That Kaveh had wiped off the lines with his foot and flung himself onto him. For Alhaitham, it’s only right to reciprocate his actions. He is a human filled with desire. The opportunity he has right now is currently whining, his hips brushing against him to rub his hard on. Fuck this man is going to be the death of me. 

“Maybe I should punish you, Senior.” Alhaitham murmurs against his neck. He licks a long strip up Kaveh’s neck, laying his tongue on his pulse. Alhaitham leaves a trail of butterfly kisses up his neck, nipping his ear a little bit. Overjoyed at hearing those heavy breaths turn ragged by his teasings. 

“May-Maybe you should…” Kaveh whispers back. Alhaitham shifts his grips on his arms, lifting Kaveh up with ease to prop him up on his pillows. Fuck. Why does this man have to be so enticing- so utterly sinful. Alhaitham has to hold back another shudder when a filthy lick of heat crawls its way up his spine. Kaveh is still breathing heavily, licking his lips once and a while. A soft glittering layer of saliva coats his pretty red lips. Staring up at him with the same desire he has in his eyes. 

Alhaitham swallows a pit of anxiety into his throat. Everything they’re doing, it all feels wrong but oh so right. They’re crossing borders that are never meant to be crossed. They are doing things out of mind and in the moment, no thoughts just desire and instincts. It's exhilarating and terrifying at the same time. 

“Tell me you want this.” Alhaitham whispers to Kaveh lips. He doesn't realize he is that close until he feels Kaveh suck in a breath. “…push me away now or else I won’t stop.” Kaveh can feel the words on his lips to their breaths syncing in with their desires. 

There is a moment when carmine eyes meet teal ones, before Alhaitham gently brushes their lips together. Closing his eyes as he savors the soft lips touching his. His grip loosening as both him and Kaveh experience a moment only reserved for themselves. Archons- his lips are what Alhatiham imagines it to be. They are softer than the flower petals he rubs between his fingers. He smells a hint of strawberries when he shifts his lips to another angle. Never letting another second, another year, another decade separate them again. 

Fuck. This is what Alhaitham has been dreaming of since their Akademiya days. This is what he’s been missing the entire time. How long has he imagined this scenario since his junior days? How long has he longed to tangle his fingers between those golden strands? How long has he dreamed of fucking this man beneath him? If this is a dream, it’s a dream Alhaitham is willing to take advantage of. Even if it means not having this man in his arms when he wakes. But the taste of strawberries on his tongue and the smell of Padisarah perfume is enough to let Alhaitham know that this is real. This man beneath him, the man he’s kissing, is real.

When he pulls away to catch his breath, he can’t help but love him the way he’s always had. 

When they pull away, Kaveh whines, tears glazing his eyes. It feels too much for him. The way Alhaitham kisses is so tender and so loving, so patient and understanding. So very unlike the brash and prickly Alhaitham he knows. The way he looks at him with such a tender look is so foreign. And he doesn’t deserve it, Kaveh doesn’t deserve that look. Does Alhaitham not see? He had defiled him- had taken advantage of him when he was asleep. Why is he looking at him like he’d built the Sanctuaries and the Temples? Why is he looking at him longingly with that fond and loving look?  

It is painful to hear himself sob. No less even feel it get caught in his throat. He can hear himself cry out from the amount of emotions piling up in his chest. This time, Kaveh hooks his arm around Alhaitham’s neck and captures his mouth in a searingly hot kiss. The one that makes your insides melt from lack of oxygen they refuse to breathe in. The hot honey dripping from their tongues burns their skin. Their lungs screaming for air as Kaveh sloppily tries to hold on to their kisses. 

“Kaveh-” Kaveh doesn’t give Alhaitham a moment to speak nor a moment to break this illusion he has. He merely pulls him back to the kiss, tongue intertwining with his in desperation. 

Alhaitham has to force himself to pull away. His lips taste like the salty tears from Kaveh’s eyes. He has to tug at his hair to avoid being pulled back in. “Kaveh.” He says, breathless and worried. What happened? Why is he crying? It breaks his heart to pieces when Kaveh responds back with a sob. The kind of sob that wracks through your body and hiccups through his throat. “Kaveh please, what’s wrong?” He asks, had he done something to him? Did he hurt Kaveh? Archons forbid he’ll never forgive himself if he did. He’s done it once, he won’t do it twice. 

“Kaveh-.”

“…why?” 

Alhaitham rests his hand on Kaveh’s cheek. His hand curled around his hair loosens to join his other hand to cup his face. “Why what?” He asks back, his thumb gently caressing his cheek. Wiping away the tears overflowing from those pretty ruby eyes. Even when he cries, Alhaitham can see how alluring Kaveh is. Where most might find it disgusting for him to cry, Alhaitham can see the real Kaveh beneath the tears, the Kaveh that is insecure and broken. 

“Why do you look at me like- like that?” 

Alhaitham pauses his movement, what does Kaveh mean? Is it the loving look he’s giving? Is it the soft look he has in his eyes when he stares at the sun in his arms? The angel he has trapped in his arms? “What do you mean, Kaveh?” 

“Why do you look at me like you love me.” Kaveh all but sobs out, his chest heaving as he cries. He cries and cries in his hands, tears flowing freely like a broken dam. “Like you actually want me here.” And if the cries didn’t break Alhaitham’s heart to pieces, the confession Kaveh makes shatters those pieces to dust. It hurts. It hurts more for him because he has always loved Kaveh since the very beginning. Had held that torch tightly for him and never allowed the burning embers to extinguish. He has always waited for Kaveh to approach him, to give him even a smidge of attention. He accommodated Kaveh, and had always put Kaveh’s needs before himself. To hear him doubt his affections, his touches, his love for him makes him want to burn the world, to get rid of the pain that riddled them both. 

“Why wouldn’t I love you?” Alhaitham scowls back, the pain in his chest hurts. The same way when his hands squishes Kaveh’s face in retaliation. Gripping his chin tightly in his hands as he emphasizes his words. “Why would I kiss you if I didn’t love you!”  

“But I took advantage of you!” Kaveh shouts back, shaking off his hands from his face to prop himself up. Sadness, regret, anger, every emotion Kaveh feels is present in his eyes. He The way he sobs with his entire body, doubling over in disgust. The kind of disgust not at Alhaitham but at himself. 

“I snuck into your room and started touching you! I defiled you! I- marked you and ruined your perfect skin, your perfect body. I- You should be hating me! You should be angry, disgusted because fuck I’m such a horrible person.” Kaveh sobs out. “I- How can you love me when I’m like this, Alhaitham?” Kaveh says, gesturing to all of himself. 

“How-.” 

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence.” That gets Kaveh to shut up. Alhaitham has never felt anger like this. The ice cold anger that freezes his blood and makes way for the rage that starts to boil in his heart. Because how dare Kaveh see himself like this. Like he is unworthy of love. Like he is meant to suffer alone forever. He has spent years and years waiting for him and when he is finally in his arms, he doesn’t get to pull away. He doesn’t get to have the chance to escape him again. Not again.

“You don’t get to tell me what I should feel, what I should be doing. So don’t you dare doubt my feelings for you.”  Alhaitham starts, forcing Kaveh by the chin to look at him straight into his teal eyes. “You don’t know how long I dreamed of this. How agonizing it was to not kiss you every time you cook me meals or sit beside me talking about your day.” He gives a chaste kiss to his right eyes. 

“I always wanted to do this ever since you talked to me in the House of Daena.” Another kiss on his nose.

“I always wanted to tell you that you don’t need to prove yourself to me.” A kiss on his cheek.

“I let you drink till you forget your pain. I let you sleep with me when you're distressed, I let you fill my ears with the noise only I can tolerate. Hell, I even let you fix my headphones and make me new ones when you feel like it, Kaveh.” A kiss just beside his lips. 

“Because I love you.” By this point, both of them are in tears. It is one of the only times Alhaihtam sheds a tear and this man is one of the people he’d let himself be vulnerable to. "Please believe me when I say that I-.” Alhaitham pauses. He tries to gather up all the years of love and devotion he has for Kaveh. He pours all of it in a cup and coats all those words in it to get his words across. 

“I truly and utterly love you Kaveh.” 

And Kaveh does. He does believe him when he hears him say it with such profound reverence. He does believe him when kisses his tears and his worries away. Washes his doubts in his love and leaves behind the devotion he has for him. By this point, Kaveh is sobbing again. Not from pain, nor sadness or anger. No. He’s weeping from how happy he is, how unbelievably lucky he’s become to be worshipped by the man he chased after. He’s rendered speechless by how patient and loving Alhaitham is and he wonders just how he got so lucky.  

He hiccups through the sobs that try to tear a hole in his chest. Takes a few breaths to center himself to respond back. Gulping down his anxiety and worries because Alhaitham is here. He should say the words as easily as he did. Yet why is he struggling to let those words pour out of his mouth? Alhaitham has said those words as easily as he could berate Kaveh for his awful choice of clients. He sobs in frustration when the words are caught in his throat. 

“I-.” He starts, stumbling over his words to get those words out. And fuck, it breaks him apart when Alhaitham gazes at him with all his attention. He merely holds his face in his hands like he’s holding the world in his palms. He waits for him to say the words he wants to say. Not minding his attempts, stumbling and gurgling through his tears to say the words. He’s just there, patient and loving him every second he’s awake. 

“I love you too, Haiyi.” He whispers to him, like a secret that should only be shared to Alhaitham. “I really love you too.” He weeps into the palm of his calloused hands. Kaveh’s hands come to cradle Alahtiham’s resting on his face. He nuzzles into it, allowing his lover to brush away the tears on his face. He can Alhaitham shift before his chapped lips meet his. This time, when they kiss, it’s gentler. Less hurried and desperate because they take their time to savor each other’s presence. Now that they know what their hearts want, they finally slow down to experience the present together. 

Alhaitham has a hard time trying not to devour Kaveh. His tongue pries Kaveh’s lips loose, slipping into his mouth to delicately press their mouths closer. Their tongues sliding together in a slow, sensual motion that has Kaveh moaning. His legs flexing on either side of Alahitham’s hips and the delicious scrape of his fingernails digging into his hands. He has to keep Kaveh in place when he tries to take over. His attempts to quicken the pace or rush through the moment are halted by Alhaitham’s hand moving to take hold of blond tresses. 

For Kaveh, it’s unsurprising for him to know now that Alhaihtm is a great kisser. Presing deep into the architect as he settles with a slow but sensual tempo. His teeth sometimes clack against his, but it somehow does the job of stealing the very little air from his lungs. And not only that, it’s good. 

It’s really good.

There’s no way of telling how long they stay like that: making out against the sea of pillows on his bed. One thing Kaveh does know is that the familiar heat is burning in his stomach, It leaves him aching and craving for something or rather- someone to relieve it for him.  

“Someone down here is excited.” Kaveh murmurs on Alhaitham’s lips. Acknowledging the tent forming in his pajamas. He brings both his arms up to curl around Alhaitham’s chest. Moving his hips up to drag both their hard ons together. Sending pulses of pleasure twisting deeper in his gut. 

“That’s because you're here.” Alhaitham murmurs back, breaking the kiss to trail butterfly kisses down his neck. He tugs at his shirt, trying to get him to take it off. He doesn’t have much of a choice when he is manhandled into stripping. Suddenly, lips attack his skin with little purple-red roses, leaving messy marks just like this messy man lathering him in saliva. Kaveh jumps at the sudden pain blooming on his neck, realizing that Alhaitham sunk his teeth in. He brings the back of his hand up to muffle his moans, whining at how good Alhaitham is making him feel.

Alhaihtam’s hands wander and grope at every area he can touch, before settling on his hips.. “Hah- don’t.” Alhaitham all but growls, .”Let me hear you.” He says as he kisses his way down to his hiccuping chest. Kaveh gasps when Alhaitham licks around his nipple, latching onto the sensitive nub. Kaveh’s hand find its way to silvery locks, clutching at it as Alhaitham makes a point to bite lightly around the pink bud in his mouth. He lays his tongue on his nipple, gazing at him with that hungry look in his eyes. His other hand comes up to tug at the other sensitive nub. Rolling it between his fingers, thumbing at it and scraping it lightly with his fingernail. 

His reward? The sweet desperate moans Kaveh lets out from his mouth. The sharp pain from his scalp as his hand bunches up and twists with a handful of his hair in his grasp. “Oh- oh, mmn-! Ha-haiyi. Ah-Ngh~”

Alhaitham pulls back once more, the string of saliva breaks apart from the distance. His breaths are ragged, heavy with arousal pooling in his stomach. He shoves his face into Kaveh’s abdomen hoping to stave off the growing heat in his body. He can tell that he’s close to cumming. Everything about Kaveh just makes him lose all his senses and brings out a different side of himself. Every needy moan and sobbing whine has the erection in his pants throbbing in pain. He wants to cum- fuck he wants to cum. 

Not yet, he wants to cum inside Kaveh. He has to be patient, he wants to build up the arousal within them. He wants to leave Kaveh shaking and craving for more before he starts to fuck him. 

So he goes back to his trail of kisses he left on his cheste. Going lower and lower until he can shuck off Kaveh’s pants . Practically ripping the fabric a bit at his rush to sttrip Kaveh bare naked. Alhaitham’s hands shoves itself inside his pants. Practically ripping the fabric a bit at his rush to strip his bare naked like a newborn. 

“Wai-Haiyi- don’t ru-augh~!” He is a beast. A literal beast. This man he has always known to have the best restraint on himself is different with those chains off. The way he grabs his ankles and drags him closer, almost folding him in half out of desperation to keep him close. “Ha-!” He’s breathless, and even more so when Alhaitham makes sure to give his lips attention. His hands shoving itself between his legs forcing his thighs to part further. 

“No underwear, Senior? You sure are a desperate to be fucked if you went out like this.”

“Ah! Oh- oh fuck-!” Kaveh tries to strain his voice lower, not wanting to be too loud to drown out the little grunts and groans Alhaitham makes. Fuck, where did Alhaitham learn this?! He squeezes the meat of his thighs in his hands. Jiggling the fat that spills out between his fingers. He had swiftly leaned down enough to take a bite of his thighs. Licking the area close to his crotch, kissing it and licking it up like sweetcandy. 

“Haiyi!” His hands had made a home in his silver locks. Tugging at it when he bites a bit too hard on his thighs. Leaving a very red mark on his skin. Painful as it is, the pleasure floods back when he starts to suck on his inner thighs. He keens when his teeth take hold of flesh, gnawing at it like a dog bone to chew on. He cries out in pleasure, his back arching up to chase after the feeling all the while trying to coax Alhaitham to relieve the pain in his cock standing proudly between them. 

“Plea-.” He gasps in shock when he feels his tongue lick up his thighs. Trailing a path towards his cock before it feels it prodding at his hole. Oh Celestia. It's all too much for him to keep track of where Alhaitham is. One moment he is prodding at his hole with his tongue, next thing you know he’s suddenly appearing in his vision. 

He hiccups through a breath, his eyes are watery from their crying session and the onslaught of pleasure he’s been subjected to for the past hours. Minutes actually. His breath is stolen by him kissing him again. Light, chaste and sweet. The heat in his stomach is a flickering light slowly growing stronger with each passing second. He moans a bit into the kiss when Alhaitham ruts his hard on on his own. 

“I wanna fuck you-.” He manages to say with a strained tone, thick with lust. A deep flush colouring his skin; disappearing down his chest. He looks so disheveled and dazed with his pupils blown out with lust. He licks his slightly swollen lips and holds his gaze with Kaveh.  

“Please.” 

Is all it takes for Alhaitham to manhandle him again. This time he drags him in, towards him. Forcing his legs apart, the painful stretch of his inflexible limbs has him crying out in pain. But fucking hell, the pain mixes in with the sudden blooming arousal that spreads from the kisses he lays on his calves. It has him reeling in from the shock and the realization that this man can practically bench press him every day. He has to look away in embarrassment as Alhaitham holds his ankle up in his hand. Licking it sensually as he trails wet kisses down his leg. 

His fingers prodding at his hole as he distracts Kaveh with kisses on his leg that’s resting on his shoulder. Fuck he looks so handsome.

“WaI- Haiyi. L-lub-NGH!” His warning falls on deaf ears. He didn’t even see Alhaitham move away to swipe a bottle of lube from his drawer. Nor did he hear the loud pop of the bottle opening. All he knows is the icy cold liquid dripping onto his hole makes him jump. Before an intense pleasure rips through him from his fingers digging inside him. 

Archons, his Haiyi’s hands are so big. 

Bigger than his own hands. His fingers are long, thick and calloused from years of writing and reading. And not only that, they’re rougher from the swordsmanship he learned throughout the years. 

They feel so- so good against his skin. 

Especially when it drives inside of him. Fucking his fingers into his ass with only two- archons he doesn’t even have all of his fingers in him and he’s this wrecked. “Na-ngmmmm….” He whines when his fingers curls against his prostate, intent on giving it a harsher scrape each and every time it buries itself back inside him. It’s as brutal as it is delightfully toe-curling delicious. It leaves him aching as punishing throbs of pleasure punches a breath out of his lungs. He has to hang onto Alhaitham’s arms, as his fingers work their way to skillfully unravel himself. 

The sounds that echo through the quiet room are too much to hear. Loud, wet squelching and dripping from his ass. The little grunts and groans his Haiyi lets out rumble through his chest and pusles through him where he embraces him. Holding onto him like a lifeline as he picks up the pace. Pleasure and shame build up so fiercely that he loses the strength to hold on to him. He merely lays there beneath him, whimpering and squirming in the bigger man’s grip. 

“Hai-iyi-.” He’s trembling like a leaf. He feels hot, speaks of pleasure crawling up his spine with each press of Alhaitham’s fingers in his prostate. “Ngah!” A particular angle has his thighs quaking, shivers wracking across his sweat kissed skin. 

“Mo-more.” He stutters out. He can’t stand it much longer. The arousal that slowly built up, coiled tight inside him is making it hard to breathe. He knows the sensation from years of fucking himself silly with his own fingers and toys. The tight knot of pleasure that threatens to burst inside of him and leave him jolting in blinding pleasure. He’s so close, he’s so close to the edge. He needs more. “I- please! I need more.” He’s practically sobbing at this point, begging for Alhaitham to quicken the pace. To drive his fingers harder and faster, make him orgasm from his fingers. 

“No.” 

And Kaveh wails. He wails in desperation, chasing after the fingers that suddenly left him empty and needy. The tiny tremors running through his body have him sobbing at the intense sensations that came and went as quickly as the wind. “You get to come on my cock, and my cock only.” Alhaitham says, kissing him on the forehead. And Kaveh is still lost to the sensation, gasping into the bed sheets from the sudden change. 

“Shh..” Alhaitham hugs him, wraps his arms around his waist and whispers in his ear. “Take a deep breath.” His hand rubs against the base of his spine, slow and comforting. It takes him a moment to come back down from that building edge of pleasure. Teetering between pain and pleasure. It becomes bearable in a few seconds, breathing hard into the crook of Alhaitham’s neck. Struggling to claw back a hint of composure to come back to reality. The hand on his spine moves in small, gentle circles, trying to ground him down from floating away too far. 

“Are you okay?” Alhaitham asks, leaning up to press a kiss on his cheek. 

He nods, trying to focus on the haggard breaths coming from his chest. 

“Your words, Princess.” Princess? Fuck, he’s going to nicknames now. And he doesn’t like the way his arousal spikes up from the nickname. It’s the sinful heat that spreads through his body and leaves him feeling vulnerable in all the right ways. “Y-Yes.” He stutters out, unwilling to give him a look of how that nickname had him craving for more. He’ll never live it down and he for sure knows Alhaitham enough that he’ll tease him every moment he gets. 

“Good.” Alhaitham shifts back up to place a quick kiss on his cheek. “I can’t wait to fuck you.” He whispers in his ear. Adding another chaste kiss for effect before pulling away from him eliciting a whine from Kaveh. 

Kaveh always knew that Alhaitham was handsome. His sketchbooks were always filled with doodles and imitations of Alhaitham. The colors he used as mock ups would involve shades of teal and green. There were times where he would time his arguments correctly to barge into Alhaitham’s room. Catching him wet and dripping from a hot shower, his lower half wrapped in a tight towel. It was one of the moments Kaveh would do to gain inspiration for his works. Yet, those times were during his pining. Moments where he longed and yearned for Alhaitham. 

This time however, watching Alhaitham undress before him is a one-of-a-kind moment Kaveh would forever engrave in his mind. His hand catches the fabric between his fingers and pulls off the offending material off his body in one fluid motion.He throws his pajama trousers aside, quick to pull off his underwear too. And fuck- Witnessing how his cock springs out of its confine is so erotic. The smear of pre-cum on his stomach makes Kaveh want to lick it off, he wants to have a taste. Especially when copious amounts of pre-cum dribbles down his length, dripping onto his stomach. He shivers when he feels the hot liquid meet his damp skin. It feels so hot, it’s like lava on his skin. He moves his eyes back up to meet Alhaitham’s, looking at him with a dark hungry look in his eyes. It makes Kaveh drool just a bit, in his mind however, he’s bleeding a river from his nose. 

Those calloused hands are digging back into his plump thighs. Forcing him to strain his legs even more to keep himself spread open for him. “Stay like that, Princess.” He orders- no. He instructs him to obey, giving him a choice he doesn’t command him. His tone sounds different, he’s heard his commanding voice in the Akademiya Office. It doesn’t hold the same authority he’d lace in his tongue. This one is soft, patient and… different. The kind of different that doesn’t make him feel like a slave or an employee. He sounds like his lover. Which gives a whole new emotion swelling in his heart. 

“Ple-Please-.” Kaveh hiccups out, hands holding onto his thighs with a tight grip. “Be patient.” Is all he hears and he sobs in anticipation. The heat pooling in his stomach is burning inside and out. And it feels unbearable to stay like this, almost like he’s- he’s presenting himself- to Alhatiham. But at the same time, he wants to be good for Alhaitham- he wants to be good! 

He jumps when he feels his hands holding onto his hips. Before moaning when his weeping cock rubs against Alhatiham’s. He legs twitch and flex as Alhaitham rubs his cock against his in a slow, tantalizing manner. Teasing him as he slips it down to his hole, feeling the tip strain to stretch him open. But it slips away, going back up to grind against his cock with a soft drag that sends a jolt up his spine. 

His junior is so mean-! Teasing him when he knows full well how much he wants this, how much he needs him inside him, filling his hole up with his thick girthy cock rubbing against him. The heat in stomach is burning so much but it doesn’t snap, it doesn’t let him go over the edge of a blinding orgasm. He just keeps building it up, and up until he can’t handle the heat spreading to his chest and burning a mark in his soul.  

“Hai-Haiyi.” He sobs, his hips trying to rub against his cock while trying to stay still at the same time. “Ple-Pleas- fill- please-!” He’s weeping at this point, his mouth trying to voice out his pleas to beg and ask him to fill him up. He’s been good- he’s been good. 

He whimpers, a strangled gasp knocked out of his lips when he feels himself being filled up slowly.  He has to force himself down onto the mattress when the head of his cock pops itself inside his rim. Before the long and slow drag of his cock stretching him inside. Filling him up until he can feel his throat constrict until he’s grappling to breathe in air. He whines. The overwhelming pleasure flooding his senses is intense. The tears in his eyes blurs his vision as he has to tighten his hold on his thighs for security. 

Kaveh has a hard time adjusting to the size of his cock spearing him open becuaese fucking hell-! He feels so big, just sitting inside him. He can feel the shape of it in his stomach and in his throat. His breath hitches as Alhaitham ruts into him in slow and deliberate thrusts. The mind-numbing pleasure flares up the heat in his abdomen. A few careful thrusts, tentative and almost exploratory as he takes his time with him. 

“Ngh-Ah…!” Kaveh hiccups, moans and gasps, trying to get his breathing under control. 

This annoying junior of his really wants to break him. It’s a struggle to keep himself together as Alhaitham moves on to slowly pull out until the head of his cock catches at the rim. Before slamming back in with so much force it pushes him up the pillows. His junior’s breath is hot and desperate and the drool from his mouth hits his skin, making him jump as his senses are assaulted in random intervals. Clawing down his thighs, he can feel the marks he’s making on his legs the same way he can feel Alhaitham scratching his hips. 

It isn’t long until Alhaihtam gets tired of teasing him. Kaveh can tell from the way he stopped, taking a moment to realign himself. He can feel the twitch and the throbbing pleasure and the deep grunting from the man above him. 

It’s a shame he doesn’t have time to prepare himself. 

He is dragged in to be crammed into Alhaitham’s arms. Hiccuping as his cock slams back inside him, filling him up until the hilt. It’s rubbing against his prostate in a way that makes his whole body shake. Sparks of pleasure creeping up his spine as he sets a steady rhythm. He’s so wound up. His neglected cock still aching, bouncing heavily between his legs, twitching with each thrust inside of him. 

Fuck it’s not enough- it’s not engouh. 

“Mo-more-.” Kaveh gasps out, arching his back into Alhaitham, trying to take over the rhythm he set. He wants more- Archons he wants more. “Want more- Haiyi, please!”

“So impatient.” Alhaitham snarks, snatching his arm to remove his thigh from his grip. Pulling at it until he lifts Kaveh up until he’s half-sitting on the bed and on his cock. “You are so insatiable, Princess.” 

It’s all the warning Kaveh gets before he pounds into Kaveh in a way that has him bouncing on his cock. He feels helpless as he clings onto Alhaitham like a leech. Arms struggling to wrap around his hug frame, hands trying and failing to hold onto his shoulders. He’s just there, plastered on his skin and holding on for dear life. He feels vulnerable, barely able to do anything but clench his hands and brace himself for the onslaught of pleasure filling his bones. 

Each slap of Alhaihtam’s hips against his ass comes with a deep moan in his ears. The kind that shakes through his core and sends a molten surge of pleasure in him. He can’t keep up with the brutal pace as Alhaihtam doesn’t give him any mercy. The way he moves his head to the side to kiss and lick his ear. Sending another lick of arousal as he listens closely to the wet saliva invading his ear, the tongue that teases his lobe and dips inside his ear canal. He squirms in his grip, desperately trying to hold on longer as he can feels the impending orgasm threatening to break. He’s so close-!

He knocks his head back, trying to rip himself away from the filthy noise. He leans in to press his forehead against Alhaitham’s, the violent heaving of his chest hits his lips. He whines when Alhiatham shifts his position to thrust his hips up until he’s hiccuping. He’s so happy, so good, it feels all too good for Kaveh. He presses a kiss on his lips, heart burning from the lack of oxygen in his lungs. 

“Tha-Thank yo-!” He gasps out between the kisses. He can feel it, he’s so close. The head spinning pleasure trembling in his body as the violent jabs of ecstasy punch him deep inside his gut. He feels filthy. His face is wet from the tears that rolled down his cheek and the sweat layering his body. Stomach turning over itself as the knot threatens to snap at any moment. Fuck!

 “I-I love you. Haiyi, ngh-! I love you!” Kaveh wails out, His whole body jerks in his hold when his orgas rips into him, blinding white stars cover his vision. He almost leans back like a puppet that got its string cut. He clenches down on Alhaihtam cock, jolting as he feels him pick up the pace faster. 

“I-I love you,” Alhaitham’s hips stutter a bit when Kaveh lock up in his hold He has to hold onto him tightly when Kaveh crumples into his chest, sobbing at the intense orgasm tearing him inside and out. “Kaveh I love you too-” He slams deep inside Kaveh, filling him up until he’s spasming in his hold.  He groans when he feels his orgasm wash over him, and the feeling of Kaveh tightening his hole. Almost like he wants to milk his cock dry. 

He takes a few minutes, feeling their pounding hearts in their chest. Holding onto Kaveh as he hiccups and gasps, tightening his arms when he tries to move a bit more. 

When he feels like he’s had enough of a rest, he pecks Kaveh on the cheek. Wanting to give him a bit more comfort before he sits up a bit on his knees, dumping Kaveh on the bed. Hissing as he forgot how sensitive the both of them are. He listens to Kaveh let out a wet moan as he bounces back onto the pillows, his sultry hold clamping at the pleasure that hikes up his body again. 

He leans back to see how debauched Kaveh looks. Blond hair a mess, cheeks ruddy and red with tears decorating the sheen of sweat on his skin. He looks back down onto his stomach where he finds him still dripping from the orgasm. The ribbons of cum painting his skin, on his abdomen reaching his chest. He looks at himself and realizes that the same was on him, sticking to him. Alhaitham hovers above him, kissing him deeply, gently dragging his cock out of Kaveh. Swallowing all the protesting groans as he pulls out, a bit of cum dribbling out of his hole. When he breaks the kiss, he looks at Kaveh one more time, appreciating just how beautiful he is, how this opportunity he was given was worthwhile. 

Alhaitham collapses on the pillows, right beside Kaveh. Kaveh himself is lying snugly between his pillows with cum still clinging to his skin. Heaving like he’s having an asthma attack, dazed from their love-making session. Alhaitham wraps his arms around him, slowing his breath deliberately to have Kaveh match his breathing.  Hands coming to stroke his back comfortingly. Waiting patiently for Kaveh to calm down to coherently talk to him sober. And definitely not drunk on his love.

“Heheh~.”

Kaveh chuckles, having calmed down. “What are you laughing about?” Alhatham asks, amused at how anything Kaveh does makes him fall in love with him more. 

“I never imagined things would turn out like this…” Kaveh admits quietly, a somber look in his eyes as he looks off far into the distance where Alhaitham can’t reach. What does Kaveh mean by that… Is he talking about their relationship? The sex they did? For someone as rational as Alhaitham, he overthinks just as extreme as Kaveh. With that, he props himself up on one arm to properly address Kaveh. “By that, you mean…?” Alhaitham trails off, hoping that Kaveh would fill in the blanks he’s missing. He’d really love to know what he’s thinking now, with their heart peeled off of any layers. 

“I never thought we’d be fucking right after confessing.” Kaveh laughs wholeheartedly, it just amuses him so much how quickly their relationship had progressed. It makes something inside Alhaitham to be embarrassed. A little flustered at the admission but at the same time, he doesn’t have much experience in romance like his Senior. 

“Are you blushing~?” Kaveh teasingly asks, a giggle following right after when Alhaitham plops back down on the bed. Eyes refusing to meet him. 

“Shut up…” He does not pout, no matter how much Kaveh teases him with a pinch to his cheek and a kiss on his forehead. He merely murmurs it beneath his breath before pulling Kaveh into an embrace. 

Kaveh chuckles again, scooting closer into the embrace until his head rests on Alhaitham’s chest. His ear directly beneath his heart, listening to it beat with life. 

“…”

“…”

“What now, Haiyi?” He asks, a hopeful look in his tone. From where he rests on his chest, Alhaitham can’t see the scared and bitter look in his carmine eyes. Alhaitham thinks for a moment. What now? If anything, there’s nothing right now. They confessed, they had sex, although they did skip a few steps into marriage but that would be for another day. Why would he ask that, is there something wrong with what they had done? Have they skipped so many steps that the regret in Kaveh is finally settling in his conscience?

“Are you… Are you upset?” Alhaitham asks. Is he upset at him? Why else would he ask that without expecting a specific answer. 

“No! No, no Haiyi, I’m not.” Kaveh shoots up from his place, leaning in to reassure Alhaitham that he’s not mad. “I’m really not Haiyi, I just…”

“I just… I-…” He trails off, coming back down to rest his chin on his chest. Neither turning away or avoiding his gaze, he’s just searchcing for the right words to ask. “I- wh-what are we now?” Kaveh asks sincerely, confusion brewing inside him and stirring a mix of emotions in Alhaitham’s. Are they not lovers? From the last thing he’s read about romance, usually people who have confessed are assumed to be lovers. At least, that only happens if both parties agree to having that kind of relationship. Does- Does Kaveh not want to be lovers? 

“Do you not… want to be lovers…?” Alhaitham asks, doubt in his heart and pain in his chest as he asks that. But the blush spreading across Kaveh’s cheeks gives him a bit of hope to light up in his chest. 

“Of course, I want to be! I just wanna make sure-.” Alhaitham cuts him off by pressing a kiss on his forehead. He lets his lips rest there, heavy and grounding. “I really love you Kaveh,” Alhaitham admits, the words flowing right off his lips easily. “I want to stay with you.” He murmurs back before giving back another kiss on his forehead. 

This throws Kaveh for a loop. Wondering just how long has he dreamed of this? How long has he imagined this scenario over and over again? Does Alhaitham really want to stay with him? Will he not be disgusted with him? Will he really love him just as he did tonight? Will he not regret it? 

“You… You really don’t mind being my boyfriend…?”

“Do you want me to fuck you again to prove my point?”

Flustered, Kaveh hits him lightly on the chest. Stuttering out excuses after excuses that become an incoherent reason to his thoughts. “I would love nothing more than to be your boyfriend, Kaveh.” Alhaitham admits, his hand pushing Kaveh up to place a kiss on his red lips. “The same way I would love nothing more than for you to be mine too.” 

Kaveh breathily laughs at that, “I love you too, Haiyi.” He says, “I would love to stay with you and your terrible interior designs.” 

Kaveh continues laughing before he abruptly squeaks in surprise. Shuddering as Alhaitham’s two hands snake down to take Kaveh’s ass into greedy palms. Fondling and squeezing as he shivers at the attention. “Wa-Wait!” Alhaitham ignores his plea, taking the time to squeeze it harshly. Before he kneads it with his finger, pressing deeply into the muscles. Kaveh squirms in his grip, red-faced and keening at the arousal pooling back in the pit of his stomach. 

“You are so endearingly annoying.” Alhaitham states. Watching as Kaveh comes undone from his hands and the overstimulation running in his veins. He really is twisted as he enjoys doing this for a few minutes, an evil smirk twitching to show itself on his face. 

“Haiy- Haiyi! It was a joke, plea-please, ‘m sensitive- ngh!”

“All the more reason to tease you more, Princess.” He wants to build back up the heat they shared just a few minutes ago. He wants Kaveh to understand how he won’t stop, how he won’t restrain himself again after years of patiently waiting. He just wants to love Kaveh and make up for the years he never got to do. 

Which is why Alhaitham is in the mood to tease him, until he’s shaking like a leaf. As his hands play with his ass, his mouth plays with his ear. He licks and nips at the flushed ears. Syncing his movements from both ends  to create the desired outcome of Kaveh moaning and clinging to him like a lifeline. Without warning, he lifts one of his hands up, only to bring it right back down. Hard.

“AH-!”

This elicits a sharp cry from Kaveh, left hand grappling to take hold of his shoulder. Nails digging into his skin as he ends up trembling, ears burning red and thighs tightening from the pain. Alhaitham smooths over his ass, paying extra attention to the burning spot he’d just slapped. “If you have the energy to doubt me, then you have the energy to 

“N-no wait- Haiyii-.” Kaveh tries to stop his hands. One hand gripping his wrist, weakly tugging at it with fading strength. Gasping when he tugs him up, dragging his body up against him. He can feel the filthy smear of cum spread on his stomach onto Alhaitham’s hip. He hiccups when he feels his fingers dig back inside his hole. He has to bite down on his lips as Alhaitham’s other hand comes to rearrange his legs to sprawl around his chest. 

“Let me love you more, Kaveh.” Alhaitham pleads, almost pouting up at him. Making sure to curl his fingers against his prostate and brush his fingers lightly against his back. “I want to show you just how much I longed for you.” He smiles up at him, knowing full well that the imperfect, ruined face he has on is enough to convince Kaveh to stay up all night. 

Kaveh is breathing heavily, half-sitting on Alhaitham’s chest. Being teased at by his boyfriend while he pouts up at him with puppy eyes. Why does his junior have to be so cute? His sly and coy junior is toying with him from behind like it’s an everyday habit while pouting up at him with pleading eyes. The closest he can get to him begging. Kaveh sits there, contemplating for a few seconds, almost sobbing when he takes a bit too long in his decision. 

Which is why it is to no one’s surprise when the inevitable outcome is him folding like wet paper. Nodding meekly as he is devoured once more by his new-found boyfriend and longtime crush. 

Poor Kaveh, a weak man for his junior. 

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His eyes are the first to wake to the sunlight beaming down on him. The Sumeru sun has always been unforgiving, even more so in the desert. So you can imagine how harsh it is to the eyes when you wake up. He squints to adjust to the bright light and blinks away the remnants of drowsiness. The sunlight is so bright, it always makes his eyes burn. Nevermind the nights working with the lamplight, the sun always brought a different kind of pain. Yet… He doesn’t feel the need to complain about the sun right now.

Rather, he’s thankful for the sunlight to bless this man right beside him. Well, he should probably call him his boyfriend or his lover- His partner. It gives him a burst of joy blooming in his heart just admitting that new reality they brought. The light reflecting on his partner’s silver hair is brighter. It would be a joke to call him an angel despite his devilish nature. However the light makes his features softer.  

So this is what it feels like to have the forest and desert coexist. He imagined it would be their two worlds competing to conquer one another but it isn’t. When Kaveh closes his eyes, all he sees is an oasis. Cradled inside the divide between their two worlds. Instead of the flowers and the trees spreading their healthy roots into the dry dunes, it merely blooms new flowers on cactus. Instead of the desert drowning the shrubs and the vines in its grains, it merely offered gentle breezes and fluttering sands to keep them company.  They didn’t need to sacrifice their worlds for a, “better,” one. 

They just made space for the world they merged together. 

Kaveh smiles at the thought. They made space for themselves in their own worlds. One where they can be together and be separate without sacrificing their own needs and space. Kaveh is more than happy to sit in the oasis with Alhaitham resting peacefully. However, the Sumerian sun is glaring intensely from the window. It’s signaling for Kaveh to do the inevitable as the day goes on and on without them knowing. He sighs forlorn at the thought of leaving Alhaitham here on their bed. He’s spent his waking hours admiring his partner’s face. This time more lovingly, more open, more honest than the facade he’s been using. But they have a busy day today, or rather, it’s Alhaitham who has a busy day today. It’s Thursday today, which is one of the busiest days at his job. 

He props himself up to sit up. Looking back once more to the sleeping man beside him.  Unsure of whether he’s awake or not, he still does something even he himself is surprised to do. He leans down to kiss him on the forehead. A small greeting to start his day. 

He swings his legs to the side of the bed. Gripping the bedside table as a lifeline to aid him in standing up on shaky legs, Kaveh has to stop himself from falling. Damn this sexy man and his stamina. It’s difficult to try and walk right now but he makes due by hobbling his way to the kitchen. Where he starts the day with preparing a simple but hearty breakfast for the both of them. 

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“ALSWPOEIU-” 

Kaveh yells out in surprise when he hears something slam down nearby. He whips around to see Alhaitham standing there. Fuck, he didn’t hear him come into the kitchen. What is he doing? He’s just standing there, hunched down with his hand planted firmly on the kitchen counter. He feels a bit nervous, why is he just standing there? 

 “A-Hai…yi?” Kaveh calls out but jumps back in fear when he peaks up through his silver locks. Judging by the heavy breaths he’s exhaling and the dark look in his eyes, Kaveh’s in trouble. Deep trouble. But He doesn’t even know what he did wrong! Did- Did he misinterpret his words last night? Were they said during the moment, not his truest desire? 

“Kaveh.” Alhaitham growls it out, voice hinting an unavoidable danger. “What did you use!?” Kaveh flinches at the guttural shout Alhaihtam had used. He’s not used to hearing that from Alhaitham but it quickly disappears when his eyes follow Alhaitham’s finger pointing at the-... 

… 

“Pft- PWAHAHAHAAHHA!”

Kaveh bursts out laughing. The kind that has him holding onto his stomach for dear life from the sheer hilarity of the situation. Alhaitham grinds his teeth at his partner, cackling at him and his misery. His partner who is the culprit to the evident kiss marks littered across his body. 

“Don’t laugh.” Is all Alhaitham can grit out from sheer embarrassment. Alhaitham wouldn’t have minded it any other day. In fact, he would’ve been ecstatic to show off the marks his partner gave him. But today is not the day for that since he has a meeting with Inazuma delegates. The last reports he remembers from Panah is that the Electro Archon and the priestess of the Grand Narukami Shrine will be present as well. Fuck. He only has five hours to figure out how to remove the marks before his meeting in the afternoon. And his partner dying of laughter is not helping him with the crime he committed. 

“WHEEZEEEEE-” His partner really ticks him off. “Kaveh. Do something about this.” Alhaitham scowls at him, positively irritated at his lover. At the same time, he can’t help but sigh fondly at him. It’s a wonder how bells ring in his ears when Kaveh laughs like a dying bird. He moves from his place, approaching Kaveh and crowding him into the corner of the kitchen counters. 

“I- HAHAHAHA I can’t-.” Kaveh wheezes out. Still holding onto his stomach in pain before taking a deep breath to try and compose himself. A few giggles slipping out of his lips every now and then. He wipes a tear on his eye as he coughs out the amusement in his lungs. “I-It- It’s lip tint. It’s a *hehe* kind of lipstick that stains your lips without smudging it.” 

“Then find one. I have an important meeting to attend today.” Alhaitham all but pouts. Annoyed at the turn of events and at his lover for ignoring his plight. Seriously, what is he gonna do if he can’t take off the kiss marks? For once he’s actually thinking about his public image since the Inazuman delegates are here for their Archon and their nation. And looking like he got mauled by a certain pretty blond man. 

“As the Grand Sage?” Kaveh fires at him, flipping the eggs on the pan. 

“Acting Grand Sage.” Alhaitham spits back, rightfully stressed at how relaxed his lover is. “Don’t change the topic, Princess.” He grits out, coming to corner Kaveh on the kitchen counters while he cooks breakfast for the both of them. Which Kaveh promptly rejected with a push of a hand as cooking and horniness can lead to quite a disastrous and destructive fire. Though the flushed red on his ears tell a different story as he didn’t wholeheartedly reject his presence beside him while cooking. 

“Don’t worry Haiyi~. I’m sure it���ll disappear after bathing.” He purrs out, a spatula waving in the air to emphasize his point. 

“I already tried that when I washed my face.” Alhaitham snarks back, wrapping his arms loosely around Kaveh’s waist. 

“Did you try it with soap?”

 “...” 

“I thought so, we’ll see when we shower together.” 

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‘Dear Mrs. Myriam Castex,

Thank you for the gifts you have given me via mail. 

I am writing to inform you that the lip tints are successful products! I have been testing out one of the tubes you have sent that has a strawberry flavor. Some problems I have come across are the minty aftereffects when it dries. It stings a lot not only when applying but also the little wounds I have on my lips when chewing them. The shade of the color is too bright for everyday use, may I suggest that there be other shades before launching the product? 

And the main problem I came across is that the lip tints are quite effective in their goal of not smudging. It worked too well. 

I am quite embarrassed to admit it but I have tested out the product on my partner during an… intimate session. And It has been 3 days since then, 5 days once you have received this letter. That the kiss marks have yet to disappear on their own even after washing and removing it with regular makeup remover. I had to help my partner cover up the kiss marks on his face with makeup which is only a temporary fix for now. 

Once you receive this letter, please send a product to remove the lip tint on normal skin. 

Sincerely, Kaveh of Sumeru 

Light of Kshahrewar

Bonus Artwork from my best friend! Make sure to give them some love!

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Tag Game Wednesday

Gone full week and arrived at Wednesday again. Oops.

This is totally last week's one.

thank you for tagging me: @vintagelacerosette, @jrooc, @shippergirl121fic, @energievie, @ian-galagher, @blue-disco-lights @michellemisfit

Name and A03 handle: Vey, miss_snowwhitepink

Current Location: on the couch, sipping water, trying to get better hydrated

Favourite picrew:

What's one thing you want in a picrew? more body types, more fantasy, more pets

Favourite thing you’ve created (or seen created) for the fandom?

Fuck-U-Up Mug

Why is it your favourite?

Painted this mug for the first gallacrafts theme and I still love it and use it almost daily. It's still looking as good as day one. And it made me write a little one-shot to go with

Did it come easily or was it hard to create?

It was the first time I tried to draw a lily. So that was a bit of an adventure. The baking of the mug to fix the colour was a bit nerve-wrecking too as I feared it would break in the oven. But it all worked out just fine :)

Last ao3 fic you commented on? It's been a while since I read ffs. I've been on a "sports guys hooking up and finding love" binge read lately, so I've read about ten books or so in the last few months and not a single ff. O.o

The last comment I wrote that got a reply was Evie's "When you say nothing at all"

Biggest WIP heartache you’ve ever experienced? I don't really read WIPs since my early fandom days and getting burned by them. But that's about half my lifetime ago and I can't remember a specific story.

So I'll say all the WIPs in my doc drafts and especially the three collabs that I was super excited about my writing partner(s) weren't and they never even took off or got abandoned quite early on.

Favourite trope or head cannon you like included in a fanfic?

Oh, so many! Any and all AUs - as I love to see them find each other in every universe.

Soulmate!Aus especially. Hurt/Comfort. Pining! Long burn! Yes! Give me all the delayed gratification and the good stomach tingles from it!

Least favourite? Break-Up/Second chance fics, probably. I'm all about them getting together the first time and then hopefully living their happily ever after.

Also sick!fics and character deaths. Real life got enough of that. I don't want to read it in my escape media as well.

Secret or surprising kink or trope?

From hand holding to monsterfuckery - I'm a pretty open book when it comes to my kinks, I think. No secrets to uncover here.

Describe how you feel after you’ve created something new?

Elated. Happy. Nervously excited. Eager to share it.

Top hype man you have that always helps you get across the finish line:

Time pressure and a sense of responsibility.

Works for my work writing, works for fun writing. It's also probably the only reason I still remember to write a Galladrabble each week. XD

And getting a good response to what I did. Serotonine works wonders for my motivation and creativity.

It's been a bad day, you turn to the fandom and you _____? Scroll through tumblr. Look at amazing pretty art and send my faves to people who I know share my love for it.

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Take A Chance

(Ellie Williams) (tlou2) (Fluff) |

Notes : Not proof read, but this is first time writing a full-on fanfic, use of y/n, or you meaning reader. I would love to hear some feedback about this as well, I love finding ways to improve my writing 😊

Ellie couldn't keep her eye off you each time she entered the little cosy grocery store you worked out. She worries she might be caught staring at you and sure has come close to nearly being caught, entering the store the occasional bustling crowds promptly coming through as she shifts her way through to find some products she needed. Ellie feels embarrassed, unable to speak a word to you unless you start raving with a mixture of shyness and confidence that stirs in the air as she spots you. Casually talking away, helping out another Jackson citizen which Ellie tries to causally stand around.

Today, having finally built up the ox of courage to be able to ask you out, you and Ellie's conversation having picked up these last few times, she popped in. Her emerald pool eyes glances around and wonders what to do, awaiting you are no longer kindly helping out the customer with which as soon as you are, she swoops over.

"Hey you, kind enough to uh help me out?" She nervously laughs, sighing as she anxiously runs her fingers through her hair half down. You stare at her, that glimmering smile across your face. "Of course, Ellie - what are you looking for?" You curiously ask, eyes glazing over the masculine nerves of a woman standing next to you. Ellie racks her brain, pausing hesitantly. "Soup?"

You weren't sure if she really needed soup yet, but you wouldn't ask any further, taking her to the section with the small selection of varying flavours of soup. "So how have you been?" Ellie attempts and fails to start any type of small talk, sighing under her breath as she sticks her sweaty palms inside of her jean pockets. "Good, had some time off and got to relax, so getting used to coming back after those days off." You smoothly reply, eyes meeting hers for a brief moment before her eyes dash away to glance at the ground.

"Sounds great then....." The most awkward small talk you could think stands there and seems unable to get any words out. You feel that tensions the jolting tensions which have between you two for however long. "How are you doing?" You ask, checking in since she knows Ellie's situation with her old man, Joel hasn't been any easier recently. "Surviving, good where I can though I learnt some new songs recently." Ellie nodded her head in a calm manner as she spoke, close to spitting it out.

Quietness between you two, thankfully not awkward silence, which would have made the auburn haired girl rush out and drop the idea entirely. Ellie can't give in, refusing to. "Sounds nice, maybe we could spend some time together and you can show me what you learnt."

Once more nodding as Ellie squeezed her hands in her jeans in hopes it releases stress and the back seated anxiety from her body. She didn't want to scare you off or weird you out, Ellie knew her reputation follows her due to duel minded people in Jackson who rumored about her ever so often. Although, she isn't sure how they can as Ellie isn't anything special just like any Jackson citizen with the immunity to the virus...Just totally a casual citizen, your hand rubs over the other playing with small silver ring wrapped around her finger.

"I'm just going to get this out - Would you like to go on a date with me sometime soon? I thought about Friday this Friday as I know the store closes early." The bandaid swiftly ripped off, Ellie's eyes meet yours. You were slightly taller, but that was something she kind of liked about you apart from many other things such as your kindness, humour, confidence, selfless nature, etc. If she could Ellie could list it all and ramble lovingly about you as despite everything she has gained giant crush on you as dorky as it sounds it was the truth.

Biting on her lip, racing thoughts in her mind as you stand stunned by the sudden question and the giaenormous question of being asked out. Admittedly you had been waiting to either do it yourself or if there was a chance to allow Ellie to do it herself, though Ellie beat you to it and such relief washes over you having not to pretend you want to hold her hand, kiss her, amongst other things.

"Took you long enough- !" A nervous laugh escapes out during this, Ellie surprised and flustered look instantly glancing at the floor starting to realise how obvious it must of been for you as Ellie's nature wasn't so subtle or often things went over her head which is embarrassing as she has been flirted with without realising till its too late though thankful you were patient with this aspect of herself.

She feels her freckled cheeks becoming rosy and warm from the embarrassed blush covering her face, such an oblivious dork. "But, I would love to go on a date with you on Friday." That response made her smile widen across her face, both of your eyes meeting the others with gleeful glimmer going about your eye. "Great - Great then! I thought maybe we could watch a movie and I could make us something to eat for dinner. How does that sound?" Ellie didn't want to come off to strong so thought the idea of chilled out date would be the best idea for your first date.

That bright smile across your face said it all, clear eye contact with smaller masculine woman. Her heart was flying across the room in graceful yet merry fashion, but tries to seen cool and composed on the exterior. "Ellie that sounds wonderful, pick me up here at 6pm?" Which Ellie non-verbally agrees to that just before her bossy manager comes along stubborn and frustrated as usual Ellie unsure how you put up with his attitude. "I got to go, just know I'll meet you outside on Friday. Don't get in any trouble, okay?" You playfully tease, stepping away as Ellie stands there.

Excitement brewing inside of her, about to burst into fireworks as she grabs some soup cans merely a few and then buying then and carrying them in a bag as she headed out though not before spotting you once more and waves goodbye to you sweetly yet in awkward fashion just as she heads back out with a confidence boost in her step though hunched shoulders as she exited. What a date it will be, Ellie thrilled to see you on Friday.

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Seraphina Enya "Phoenix" Ardeat full backstory

Content Warnings for: Mental and Emotional Abuse,Child Neglect, Alcoholism, Drug use, Eating Disorder, Car accidents, mental health struggles, inferiority complex, and feelings of expendability.

This story is not a happy one, you do not need my Phoenix's full backstory to appreciate her as a character, nor to follow the premise of any of my fanfics. This is just a little bit of bonus content for those curious, but if any of the above are triggering:

Do not feel like you have to read what's below to follow my fanfics or any of my other IEYTD work.

The information explains my Phoenix's mannerisms, but lacking the context does not make any of my other works unreadable.

So, it occurred to me recently that, while I talk and write a lot about my Phoenix, I've never sat down and given y'all her backstory about how she got to the EOD, especially seeing how she's rather young (something that becomes much more obvious in Glaring Gears once I actually start editing it)

Seraphina Enya Ardeat was born to Caine and Mary Ardeat, and they were the spitting image of a 1950's family... With an emotionally abusive father and a mother who was clocked out of life with a mixture of red wine and opioids.

Because of her mother's physical presence but otherwise complete absence in every other way, Seraphina was pushed to take up the mantle of homemaker very, very early in life. Growing up, she was expected to cook and clean for her father while also balancing schoolwork, leading to shaky grades and sub-par results at home. This was not good enough, which lead to many, many nights of Seraphina sobbing while her father berated her and her mother simply watched.

As the years went by, the treatment only grew worse, with her father speaking terrible things to her through middleschool and into highschool, making her feel like she couldn't do anything right.

"Not smart enough to go to college and not pretty enough to be a trophy wife" was a go-to insult that clung to her skin and carved itself into her mind. Especially as she grew a love for technology, loving flashing screens and spinning dials and the magic of radio waves and magnetism and how electricity travels, but feeling like she was never going to be smart enough to properly follow it in any significant manner. This road block leads to her idolization of Zoraxis tech and Dr Roxanna Prism, even if she'd never switch sides for it.

Of course, the other comment ate at her just as much, Seraphina starting to calorie count and manage her waist far too young to be worrying about such things. She's shorter than average because she stunted her growth greatly by not feeding herself properly in her youth. Handler started giving food after missions because she neglected herself so greatly in the early days of missions she'd usually be on the verge of passing out after most of them. She shrugs it off as exhaustion, but M knows what it is.

As Seraphina grew tired and burnt out, she desperately tried to find a way out, ending up finding herself at the bottom of one of her mother's wine bottles and being given the liquid courage to try and drive away in the middle of the night. The combination lead to a massive car wreck that, while it didn't kill her, did leave her rather bloodied and in a lot more trouble with her father.

She couldn't save up money from an actual job, but she pinched pennies wherever she could from dollar bills left lying around, stashing coins, and taking odd jobs like helping clean up other people's homes and other under the counter gigs all through highschool, and the second she graduated she was gone.

Took all of her life savings, sunk it into the only jalopy she could afford, grabbed a few sets of clothes and vanished. She drove for days on end until she was sure she was far enough away nobody would find her and spent all of her time filling out job request forms. She slept in her car and cleaned up in public bathrooms, it wasn't pleasant and at times she'd wondered if she made the right decision.

But, after ages of radio silence, someone finally reached out, the EOD.

While the EOD prided themselves on being a highly specialized division, they also were... incredibly desperate. Agents were dying at astronomical rates thanks to an up and coming enemy known as Dr Zor, and even their most professional of agents were dropping like flies. They needed hands, and fast. Even if they were simply canon-fodder placeholders while they learned this new foe's tendencies. Sure, they knew about combination locks, plastic explosives, how to unwire and rewire bombs, but this odd puzzle aspect was throwing them for a loop. They were desperate for someone, anyone to join their forces.

Desperate enough that when they got an application from a girl with no past, no place of residence, no paper trail, and nothing to be tracked, they simply counted their lucky stars that they finally found someone who wasn't gonna wake up to a poison powder in their air vents or a bomb in their mailbox.

Seraphina was put into training on an accelerated course that had her skip the position as cadet, and most positions frankly, and she quickly became the agent the EOD knows and loves today.

But, unfortunately, she has yet to get help for all of the trauma she underwent while growing up. Hell, she has yet to admit that there even was trauma there an that she wasn't just a deeply fucked up individual as a person and not as a result of her family.

She feels like she has to push through sickness, injury, exhaustion. She has to keep busting her ass and being her best, the best, or else she'll be discarded and left to fend for herself all over again. And the EOD has only exacerbated this issue with their revolving door of agents that they quickly replaced and nonchalant behavior to agent deaths.

Sure, it was because the others were failing missions in the "setting off a death trap to the face" way, but she could never chase the nagging feeling that if she, as an agent, didn't succeed every mission flawlessly with no evidence she was there and all of the intel, the day saved, what have you she'd be fired for failing. This has lead to extreme cases of self negligence and overworking often, but she hides it with a snarky, sassy attitude and a fake smile.

She's the best of the best and she has to stay that way... lest her family be proven right.

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Wanted to comment under the fanfic but for some reason my account refuses to post the comment so it's copied from ao3

I am so glad we are getting the POV of the background tributes and the image of sheaf curled up into a little ball and panlo looking after her is so cute 🥺</p>

<p>I was so excited seeing a facet prespictive he's one of my favourite characters and him babysitting Is so cute I have been headcanoning that he is great with kids and him and the tributes standing up for dill is amazing she is just a harmless innocent sick little girl leave my baby alone<br />

And more Livia slander let's GOOOO<br />

And treech giving lamina all the food oh poor boy 😭 😭<br />

Once again I don't like babying snow but it's so entertaining seeing him embarrassed at showing Lucy gray he's home I am looking forward to her meeting tigris not so much to the grandma she better keep her venemous mouth shut for our rainbow songbird</p>

Amazing chapter as always 👍😊

There's been a lot of hateful bot comments so AO3's turned off guest comments multiple times, I guess it could be that? Idk but I can't think of anything else because I let everyone comment on my fics (I crave validation lol). Sheaf and Panlo need more love so while I struggle to characterize them distinctly I've decided to give them more love. Same with Facet. Idk if they came across well but I tried lmao. And I cannot resist writing about Treech and Lamina so they got thrown in there, which works because I made Facet very nice and very observant. Hence why he knows everyone's names and why he talks about Livia the way that he does. She'll warm up to him eventually, but for now I'm slandering the fuck out of her and honestly most of the mentors except for Sejanus. Sejanus is the only mentor who truly understands the horrors of the games, and even the nicest Capitol mentors have some pretty bad moral compasses when it comes to the districts to start with. Sejanus is the only one who doesn't have an arc to becoming a better person. His arc is understanding when it's time to let go of a relationship because the other person will drag him down into the depths if he doesn't.

Though, to be fair... I'm making Coryo a better person in this because it's a full fix-it. Dill and Felix will do most of the early heavy lifting (because he's the president's son like in the movie) but Coryo and Gaius will be more involved in some later happenings. Gaius strikes me as a person that tries to be good, comforting people in pain and making them laugh. However, his messed up view of the districts is blinding him when it comes to the tributes and the games. It's hard to laugh about someone's pain when they've been a better person that the people you consider "superior". Especially once you learn the horrific extent of their suffering. As for Coryo... I'm mixing the movie's general softening of his worst traits with the fact that this happens relatively early in the story. None of his worst conclusions have been drawn and since he'll never brutally murder Bobbin he'll never really start believing Gaul's theory. One thing I noticed is that he seems to think himself superior to district people because he overcame his struggles and he doesn't understand how much worse the districts have it. Nor does he understand that they don't have the opportunity to overcome their struggles like he does. That's why he looks at Lucy Gray strangely when she mentions not knowing there's multiple kinds of tea. It's a small thing, but it's pretty significant because of how it utterly shatters all of his excuses for why the districts deserve what's being done to them.

It shows that his situation isn't comparable to theirs. Because despite the poverty, he knows that there are multiple kinds of tea. He's seen them around him, he even managed to get some. It would be one thing if Lucy Gray wasn't able to afford any, but she doesn't even know they exist! The mere idea is so luxurious to her that she'd never even heard of it in the first place. And the items on the table are very mundane to him. Nothing to be marvelled at. Yet Lucy Gray is practically entranced by it because she could never afford it. While Coryo can't read her mind, he's not stupid. This isn't rocket science. And it rocks his world because it shows his assumptions about his own position in the world vs the districts is completely out of whack. So yeah, that'll build to at least a pseudo-redemption for him. I won't make this SnowBaird because I flat out don't ship it, but I do have plans for conflict and romance for Coryo. Specifically with Sejanus, because those two definitely had some undertones.