#and i wonder whether this answer changed now that we have the perfection that is fitf

[gracefullou]

I think about the fact that Louis chose beautiful war as the song he would perform for the rest of his life when an interviewer asked him at least once a day

[mypoisonedvine]

NEED to read zemo/bucky/reader and I feel like you would nail it!!!! maybe with 98?? LOVE YOU J.D!!!!!!!!

oh my god I haven't written a threesome in SO LONG and of course this turned into a whole oneshot UGH. oops

98: "what happens next in your fantasy?"

warnings: smut (18+ ONLY!!!), threesome, oral m and f receiving, spitroast, overstimulation, hair pulling, slapping, degradation and praise, brief mention of smoking?, basically just nastiness with almost no plot at all!!

word count: 4.4k

100 random prompts - send me a number and a character!

"I shouldn't have said anything, okay?" you whined, hoping he'd drop the subject-- and Zemo walked in right then, which seemed like the perfect opportunity to change the topic.

"What shouldn't you have said?" Zemo pressed, and you sighed.

"It's-- it's nothing," you shook your head, "I just had a really weird dream last night."

"About?"

You wanted to end it there, but Bucky had to chime in, of course. "Let's just say, this dusty old apartment was getting to see some action for the first time in a few decades," he informed Zemo proudly, who smiled knowingly and continued his walk to the kitchen.

"Ah," Zemo nodded, "I see."

"I swear, I've never had a dream about you like that before," you explained to Bucky.

"I wouldn't take it too personally, James," Zemo suggested as he poured himself some tea. "The subconscious is a completely unpredictable place. We can dream about almost anything, whether or not we desire it in waking life."

"Well, see, that's the weird part," you admitted, shifting nervously in the chair as Bucky stared at you. "You were there, too."

That took his attention away from the tea, certainly; he set down the kettle and came back into the sitting area, leaving his cup behind. "Still, many people believe dreams have meaning... I happen to be one of those people," he added.

"You didn't mention that before," Bucky frowned at you.

"Well, I was going to..."

"I was there, doing what?" Zemo pressed.

"Sitting in the corner reading Machiavelli," you joked. "No, you were, you know... part of it..."

"How was it?" Zemo asked instantly, getting yours and Bucky's eyes on him then.

"Huh?"

"In the dream, having both of us," he clarified, "did you enjoy the experience?"

"U-um, I mean, I don't really remember..." you coughed.

"I don't think that's true," Zemo grinned. "You're wearing it on your face now— is that why you couldn't look at me this morning in the hallway?"

Your face got warmer. "Do I normally look at you?" you deflected.

"More than you realize," he answered cryptically.

"So, it was good," Bucky assumed. "It's obvious, you can just admit it."

You did hesitate, biting on one of your nails, but you nodded, and they both smiled. "Yeah, it was... it was really good..."

"Which one of us was better?" Bucky wondered. "It was me, right?"

"You were... I don't know, you were just different," you shrugged.

"Ugh, that's such a cop-out," Bucky rolled his eyes. "Don't be afraid to hurt his feelings."

"No, really— it's hard to compare," you insisted. "You were sort of, you know, sensitive and... patient, and you—" you looked at Zemo— "were kind of... intense."

Zemo smirked. "I've been told that before, actually. I mean, by people who got the real experience."

Bucky looked with a concerned expression over his shoulder at Zemo. You found yourself biting your lip for a moment.

"I know you won't answer this question, but I have to ask," Zemo began, "did you climax?"

"Oh god," you whined, hiding your face behind your hands.

"See? She did," Zemo smiled, maybe wider than you'd ever seen. "Perhaps even more than once."

"Please shut up," you groaned.

"Holy shit," Bucky smirked, "you really liked it, huh?

"What do you say, James?" Zemo prompted, looking at Bucky, and making you get a little wide-eyed. "Shouldn't we give the girl what she wants?

"Isn't that, uh— I mean, wouldn't that be... weird?" Bucky stammered, cheeks flushing.

"You're so sheltered," Zemo mocked with a small laugh. "Sharing a partner is very thrilling when the correct amount of trust is involved."

"Wait, wait— it was just a dream, I wasn't, you know, suggesting it," you explained nervously.

"I know," Zemo replied, "I am."

There was a tense pause, where all you could hear was your own beating heart.

“You don’t have to say anything,” Zemo offered, “I know it’s a strange thing to say.  Just come here, darling.”

Though your legs were shaking, you got up off the chair and approached him slowly.  He met you in the middle, reaching up to quickly caress your jaw when you were close enough.  Bucky seemed to watch the whole thing in disbelief.  “I-I’ve never—” you began.

“It’s alright,” Zemo assured you softly, “I won’t judge you, or mock you— there’s nothing wrong with what you want.”

You nodded slightly, another form of silent permission, and he leaned in to kiss you— gentle at first, but strong enough to make your knees feel a little weak.  He deepened it quickly, putting a hand at your waist as his tongue began to tease your lips… but just when you pressed into him, ready for more, he pulled away.  He smirked at the way you leaned forward for a moment, but then he looked over at Bucky— you couldn’t quite read his expression, perhaps a bit of disbelief and… more than a decent share of arousal.

He stood up, and stepped up to you two, and you could tell he was in over his head— but you pulled him closer by his shirt, sighing as your hand felt his chest through the black fabric.  “I— I’m not sure how to—” he mumbled.

“Me either,” you smiled, “just kiss me, Bucky…”

He did, though he seemed slightly less confident about it.  What started as a shy and soft kiss turned into something more almost instantly— something hungry.  He pulled you closer by your waist, he slipped his tongue into your mouth; it was clear, somehow, that he had been waiting for this chance for longer than you realized.

You gasped into Bucky’s kiss when you felt Zemo’s lips on your neck.  There were four hands on you, running over your body, and you were struggling to keep track of which belonged to who…

Zemo pulled you off of Bucky and spun you around, kissing you roughly again.  He was less careful this time, and he was reaching up under your shirt as well; you whimpered a bit, arching your back instinctively and pushing your ass into Bucky’s— oh fuck, he was hard.  You couldn’t believe how worked up you were already.

Zemo groped at your chest, purring as he tweaked a nipple between his fingers.  You whined and pressed your legs together, feeling him smile before he broke away to look at you with a sparkle in his eye.

“So sensitive,” he praised as he pushed your shirt up to get a good look at you; he sighed at the sight, both hands cupping your breasts and massaging them carefully.  “You’re so beautiful…”

When his hands moved down, Bucky’s took their place; you shivered a little at the metal hand’s cool touch, but it was actually more of a relief than anything considering how hot you’d become.  He was a little more aggressive with the way he touched your tits— if not quite rough.  He was panting in your ear as he held and rubbed them; and Zemo was already pulling your pajama shorts down, exposing you even further… god, why did it turn you on so much.

“Look at you,” Zemo praised with a sigh, running his hands up and down your body.  “I know you must be so wet already, darling, look how desperate you are… you’ve been wet since you woke up from that naughty dream, haven’t you?”

You didn’t have to answer— he was already putting his hand between your legs, exploring your folds, both of you groaning at how slick and sticky you were.  “Fuck, I can hear it,” Bucky noticed, and you clenched inside as he said it.

Zemo gently pushed a finger into you— but you were so wet it didn’t even feel like a push, it felt like your hole just sucked him in.  He was looking right into your eyes as he did it, but that was a little too much to handle for you, mentally, so you let your eyes fall shut just before he slipped the finger back out again.

"Feel inside her, James," Zemo encouraged, "she's so warm."

Bucky sighed, rubbing his fingers around your entrance. "I-I'm going to," he mumbled in your ear, "but... not 'cause he told me to or anything."

You whined when two vibranium fingers pushed inside you, making you lean back against Bucky while Zemo’s hands pushed your shirt up even higher, giving him better access to put his mouth on your tits.  “F-fuck,” you sighed, putting a hand on the back of Zemo’s head as he swirled his tongue around your nipple— he was incredibly, annoyingly good at that, but then again, so was Bucky with the way he gently opened you up with his fingers.  “Oh my god, just like that,” you panted.

“Who are you talking to?” Bucky wondered.

“Both of you,” you whined, “fuck, don’t stop.”

Zemo moved his mouth to your other nipple, suckling harder at it, making your hips rock on Bucky’s fingers; and Bucky growled approvingly, starting to thrust them a little more confidently inside you.  “I can’t believe you didn’t soak through those shorts, doll,” Bucky whispered in your ear, “you’re drenched.  You wanted this that bad?”

You could only nod dreamily, too lost in the feeling.

Though you weren’t sure how they coordinated it, they both stopped touching you at the same time; you whined quietly, clenching inside as you longed for either of their fingers to fill you again.

“Take the rest of it off,” Zemo instructed you— but it wasn’t too firm, more just a… friendly suggestion.  “Let us see all of you.”

Stepping out of your shorts that had fallen to the floor and pulling your shirt up over your head, you tried to fight the urge to cover yourself— after all, here you were naked in Zemo’s living room, with two fully clothed men eyeing you up and down.  It was hard not to feel… scrutinized.

"What happens next in your fantasy?" Zemo purred.

"I-it's not my fantasy, it was just a dream," you insisted.

"Then let me ask you another way: what happens now?"

Instead of answering with words, you simply sank down to your knees in front of them, keeping eye contact with Zemo as you started to open his belt.

The smug look on his face should’ve driven you crazy, but it only pushed you further; Bucky, thankfully, seemed to get the idea of what was going on and began to open his belt and jeans for you.  You loved his eagerness, even if the way Zemo seemed content to just let you do all the work was a turn-on, too.

Soon enough, there were two hard cocks in front of you.  Just the idea of that was already intimidating— but both of them, at eye-level, was actually nearly overwhelming.  You took hold of them both, stroking slowly to try to wrap your head around this as easily as you could wrap your hands around them.

Not sure where to start, you did a mental coin toss and found yourself leaning towards Zemo first, wrapping your mouth around his tip and letting your eyes fall shut.  Zemo hummed, pushing your hair back as you bobbed your head. You only sucked him for a few seconds before switching over to Bucky, though you tried to keep a hand stroking each one while you moved back and forth.

It felt filthy and strange and surreal, but your biggest concern was that you were going to get so wet you’d start dripping onto the floor or something.

Yes, you’d watched porn like this before, but you never really thought you’d end up doing it— especially with these two.  You felt pretty comfortable assuming they never thought this would happen, either… but they got into it shockingly quickly: soon, you weren’t even the one deciding where you went, they simply got more and more impatient and began to guide you back and forth.  You blinked your eyes open a few times to look up at them, but in the end you found yourself totally lost in it, just leaving your mouth open them and letting them take turns fucking it until you weren’t sure who was who anymore.

Not much was said (least of all by you, with your mouth full) aside from a few mumbled curses here and there— except for one moment, where Zemo seemed to mutter to Bucky: “I don’t think she expected to like this so much.”

Well, he wasn’t wrong.  You were drooling, with tears striping your face— a side effect from repeatedly choking on both of them— and you were nearly desperate enough to rub yourself

Though you weren’t sure how or when Zemo had gotten in your head like this, you had to admit it was convenient right now; “You want more, don’t you?” he noticed, and all you had to do was nod before they pulled you up to your feet.  Zemo bent you over quickly, before you’d even really found your balance, and stood behind you.

You gasped as Zemo’s cock slid inside you suddenly, holding on tight to Bucky’s arms for balance— immediately you were rocked forward with hard, needy thrusts.  

“God, she’s so fucking wet,” Zemo hissed.  You hadn’t really heard him talk quite like that before…

You groaned at the feeling, amazed at how easily he fit inside, but clearly all the anticipation had prepared you well.  Bucky only let you have a second to adjust before he shoved your head back down and pushed his cock into your waiting mouth.  You were happy to oblige, though, and sucked him even more eagerly than before with fast bobs of your head and more pressure from your tongue.

Bucky’s fingers tangled into your hair, and his hips pushed forward to fuck deeper into your throat; you heard him groan, but it was muffled as he bit his lip.  You gagged, and they both moaned lowly.  “I can feel when you choke on him,” Zemo informed you with a grunt, “your little cunt squeezes me tighter.”

It must have been Zemo’s hand that slid up your spine and held onto your shoulder— it must have been Bucky that reached down to feel your tits— but if was your hand that ended up between your legs, rubbing your clit quickly simply because you couldn’t hold yourself back anymore.

“So desperate,” Zemo mocked— or praised, maybe?  The difference was hard to define.  “You want to come?”

You hummed in agreement around Bucky’s cock, before he forced you to choke on it again.  You never expected him to be so aggressive, nor how much it would make you crave even more.

“If you want a turn with her, James, you’d better take it now,” Zemo offered, voice thin as he tried to catch his breath.  “Any more of that and I won’t be able to stop myself again.”

Bucky roughly pulled you off of Zemo and sat back on the couch, turning you around to face away from him and pulling you into his own lap; that doll nickname felt a bit more literal when he tossed you around so easily.

You gasped as Bucky slid inside, and moaned as you realized you could so easily feel the difference between them.  “Fuck!” you cried out loudly, louder than you really meant to, as Bucky instantly began bouncing you on top of him; you were trying to move with him, but he was so much stronger and basically just using you however he wanted… it made you moan even more and roll your eyes back in your head as you realized that.  “Fuck, Bucky, oh my god—”

“See how much louder she screams for me?” Bucky grinned.

“That’s because her mouth isn’t full this time,” Zemo countered with a laugh.  “That can be corrected.”

Bucky was certainly much more… impatient in the way he fucked you; Zemo, meanwhile, was as controlled as ever as he guided you to lean forward, gently opened your mouth, and slid just his leaking head inside.  He purred as you suckled at the tip, looking up at him with watering eyes.

“Can you taste yourself?” Zemo asked you with a smile, humming when you nodded around him.  “You really soaked me, darling— I expect you to be a good girl and clean all that off.”

You moaned at the praise and took him deeper into your mouth, using your tongue to lick up every drop of your own wetness off of him.  You surprised even yourself with how shameless you were, pulling your mouth off to run your tongue over him instead, moaning as you licked him clean.

Bucky fucked up faster into you until you could barely focus on the task before you, but you still found a way: you kept Zemo’s cock in your mouth and let him hold your head, keeping you steady while Bucky moaned louder and thrusted harder.

You moaned more and more around Zemo until he pulled you away and you gasped instantly.  “Tell me how it feels,” he demanded harshly, holding your head up by your hair.

“So good,” you yelped, “it’s so fucking good!”

He surprised you with a slap across the face, but you moaned right away.  “Fucking whore,” he spat.  “Look how badly you need to be treated.  You want to come, don’t you?”

“Yes,” you sobbed, “yes, fuck, please—”

“Well, James,” Zemo hissed, “aren’t you going to help her?”

Bucky sighed and moved one of the hands on your hips down between your legs, rubbing you quickly and harshly.  Your thighs were shaking instantly; actually, pretty much all of you was shaking.

“She’s coming, James, don’t stop,” Zemo barked out another order, holding you tight by the jaw and looking right into your eyes.  “I want you to come until you can’t possibly take it anymore,” he explained with a growl, “don’t tell me to make him stop until then, is that clear?  Show us how much you can take, nothing less.”

You nodded as best you could with him holding onto your face, and tried to lean in to put your mouth on his cock again, but he held you there.

“No,” he corrected, “I’d rather get a good look at this.”

Bucky’s hand on your clit was relentless, the pressure almost too intense for you to take— but you had to take it, you had no other choice.  It started off almost slowly, a gradual descent into the numbing pleasure of your orgasm, but it didn’t stop; Zemo already made it clear he wasn’t going to let it stop until you were at your limit.  Your moans were shaky and broken from how hard Bucky was fucking you, and your eyes were rolling back already but you could’ve sworn you heard Zemo chuckle at the sight of you.  Did you really look that fucked up?

“Good girl,” he purred, “keep going.  You can take more.”

You whined louder, higher, sharper; you weren’t sure how much more you really could take of this, but you wanted to do as you’d been told and not tap out until the absolute last second.

You knew you were crying, only because you felt the hot tears running down your cheeks.  You heard Zemo encouraging you distantly, but you couldn’t quite make out any words, just the dark and sweet tone of his voice.  You heard Bucky, too, groaning deeply while you felt his fingers digging tighter into your hips.  Could he feel everything he was putting your body through?

“Fuck, stop!” you heard yourself blurt out, and instantly Bucky’s hand moved away— but his thrusts didn’t slow down.  It was just the right amount of relief, and you blinked the blurriness out of your vision.  It was almost like part of it didn’t even really hit you until then, until the aftershocks reverberated through your body.

“That’s it,” Zemo praised, “you’re alright, we’ve got you.”

“Oh god, o-oh god,” you sobbed, shaking uncontrollably— they were both holding you up, you would’ve toppled to the floor if it weren’t for them

“Fuck, m’gonna come,” Bucky groaned.

“Inside,” you gasped, even with how little mental clarity you had in that moment.  “I want it inside.”

“Fuck,” he said again.  “That’s so— god, baby, look what you fuckin’ do to me… I’m gonna come inside you.”

“Yes,” you begged with a sob, Zemo grinning as he watched you.  

Still numb and clenching uncontrollably inside, you felt the way he pumped harder and harder and harder— until it slowed down and he let out the most delicious, long groan.  You whined, but smiled, as he loosened his grip on your hips and relaxed under you, his moans and heavy breaths seeming to drip with satisfaction.  “Fuck,” he said, one more time, deeper than ever, before falling back on the couch limply.

Zemo lifted you off of Bucky— apparently a little sooner than he was ready for, because you heard him hiss as he slipped out of you— and guided you with him onto the couch, pulling your back into his chest.  He knelt behind you, kissing the back of your shoulder as watched you try to come back to reality.

“I should let you rest for a moment,” he noticed, “but you don’t want me to, do you?”

Weakly, you shook your head.

He moved in closer to you and you felt his cock, still wet with your spit, rub against the inside of your thigh— and even after all that, you arched your back deeper in invitation.

It made you blush when Zemo slid into you again, thinking about him filling you alongside Bucky’s load, especially with the way he groaned lowly into your ear.  “You want me to fuck his come even deeper into you?” he taunted, and you whined but nodded.  “I thought so.”

Everything felt so… sticky, in a disgusting but sexy sort of way; you were overly-sensitive inside, each thrust feeling so good with the fading sensitivity of your orgasm still present.  You leaned back against Zemo with a sigh, letting him hold you close and fuck you however he wanted, more than happy to just be his toy now.

“Look how cute you are when you give in to me.  You want me to use you, don’t you?” he noticed with a groan, and you whimpered but nodded ‘yes.’  “Of course,” he growled, kissing along your neck with more and more of his teeth each time.  “You want me to fuck you however I want?”

“Yes,” you sobbed.

“But this isn’t about what I want,” he explained.  “This is what you wanted.”

“Oh god…”

“You wanted us both to fuck you, at the same time.  One cock isn’t enough to satisfy you?” 

“Not anymore,” you admitted with a sigh, and he started to thrust faster and harder into you.

It turned very quickly from slow and sensual to rough and ruthless; he wrapped a hand around your neck to keep you close as you moaned and cried, anxious already to come again.  “Touch yourself,” he ordered with a hiss in your ear, “make yourself come around my cock.”

“F-fuck,” you choked out, but slid a hand over your body and between your legs to obey him quickly.  You were already so fucking close, and you knew you shouldn’t go so hard on yourself when you were so sensitive, but your desperation made you really rub hard and fast in search of that growing tension.  “Yes, fuck, m’gonna— oh god—”

“I know, darling,” he cooed, “just let go.  It’s alright, I’ll hold you— come for me.”

You didn’t literally black out, but you did sort of… lose time, in that moment.  It was like you were just floating in pleasure for a while and then all of a sudden you were laying back on the couch and you weren’t even sure where Bucky had gone and Zemo was proudly holding your legs open.

“You look so beautiful like this,” he informed you, and you blinked back at him shyly.

You expected the warm, sticky feeling as their come leaked out of you… what you didn’t expect to feel was Zemo’s mouth on your pussy, eagerly lapping it up and sucking on your clit as your eyes shot open and you gasped and moaned with surprise.

“Dude,” Bucky grimaced, “that’s fucked up…”

Zemo just hummed and took his mouth off of you, giving Bucky a confused look.  “She tastes amazing,” Zemo defended, “maybe even better after our… contribution.”

You laughed a little at the description, until he leaned down and latched onto you again, making you gasp and run your fingers through his hair.  “Fuck,” you whined, bucking your hips against his face.  Your clit was already overstimulated, and the way that he flicked it with his tongue made you shiver all over.  

Your hold on his hair made it a little easier to push him away when he sucked too hard on your sore clit; he was more than strong enough to keep going, but he stopped anyways and let you push him back with a smug, slickened smile.  “You really should try it, James,” he encouraged, “you’ll only want more once you do.”

Sighing in relent, Bucky knelt down in front of the couch— yes, at some point he’d gotten off of it, and you were too high on orgasm dopamine to notice it— and Zemo helped you adjust your hips towards him so he could just dive right in.

He gave one long lick over you first, making you shudder, and seemed to get more excited and aggressive quickly as he held onto your thighs and started to push his tongue inside you.  “Oh god,” you whimpered, and Zemo watched proudly for a moment before turning his head to kiss up your leg.

“Poor thing,” he cooed between gentle presses of his lips to your skin, “you probably thought we were done with you, didn’t you?”

~

You were on the couch nursing a cup of tea, your feet resting in Bucky’s lap on top of the pants he’d changed into after his shower; Zemo was on the balcony having a cigarette.  That was the scene Sam came back to, and he seemed to notice something was off just by the way he raised an eyebrow as he entered the living room.  “Hey guys,” he greeted.  “What did I miss?”

“Not much,” Bucky shrugged, “just a pretty quiet morning…”

[mariclerc]

Hiiii,,

Im in a very angsty mood and was wondering if u could write charles x driver!reader where reader gets in a crash similar to jules’? Maybe have her in the hospital for a bit and charles is scared that he’ll lose her? Thanks ahead of time. Hope u have a nice day!

thanks for this request! I made the effort to write angst, since it is the first time I do it. I hope you like it!!

Fighter | cl16

Summary: where you have a serious accident on the track and Charles's memories of it aren't the most pleasant ones.

Warning: a little bit of angst, a worried and scared Charles, injured reader, some swearing.

a/n: This is the first time I've tried to write angst, so sorry if it's not quite perfect. There's going to be a little point of view from Charles. Let me know if you want a part two of this <3

Part 2

“Are you excited about the race, coeur?” Charles asks you as you enter the paddock. (heart)

You nod. “Yep! I think we can give Red Bull a good fight, and you? Are you excited?” you ask him as you stop to sign some autographs for the fans.

“As long as you don't pass my shiny red car on track, everything's fine.” He says and you roll your eyes with a smile, he giggles.

You two have been a couple for years, specifically since you were both racing in European F4, and although it took you a bit to get up to F1, you finally did it and this was your fifth season. You currently race for Mercedes and there is always that rivalry with the Prancing Horse, a rivalry which you both do not pay much attention to since, if it were up to you, you would support each other on the track as you do off track. You are the most loved and appreciated couple in the paddock, people love the dynamic of the two of you, how you are with each other and so on, and knowing each other from karting and then being a couple and staying together until now is not for everyone.

“Well, I think it's time, see you honey!” you said as you walked up to him to give him a kiss on the cheek. “Be safe, okay?”

“You too chérie!” He said as he also gave you a kiss on the cheek and you both walked to your respective teams. “Love you!”

You enter the Mercedes hospitality and go up to your driver's room and change into your racing suit and then go to the starting grid. Everyone was making the final preparations to start the race and the formation lap, you start in 4th position behind Fernando Alonso and in front of Esteban Ocon, maybe you have to make a good start, but you are confident that you can reach the podium together with Max —who starts first and Charles —who starts second... It's going to be a busy race.

***

So far the race is going well, already in the last part of the race, you are in third place fighting with Max for second place, there is a chance of rain but nothing to worry about...

Or at least that's what you thought...

The track began to get very wet even though it was a "light drizzle" and overtaking became a difficult task, likewise, no driver went into the pits to change tires and there was no warning from the FIA as to whether the drizzle was going to evolve into a storm.

Fighting with Max for second place, you got lost and the car took a turn until the nose was almost inside the net that separates the track from the stands, your head, despite having the helmet, was pushed back... You only remember the big impact against the barrier and your head going numb.

Charles' pov

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, please tell me y/n is okay?” I tell my track engineer as I see Y/n's car under the barrier.

“Apparently not, but they say she's fine.” my engineer answers.

But of course she's not fine, fuck it, she's not fine at all. All the cars line up on the pit line while y/n's strong crash repeats on the screens of the circuit, I get out of the car upset and needing answers.

“Shit, shit shit. Why the hell didn't they report about the rain? They think this is a fucking game?” I say to myself as I take off my helmet and throw it somewhere in the box, Andrea hands me a bottle of water and I take it. “I don't understand, I... The same thing can't be repeated, fuck it.” I murmur as I place my head in my hands. “It's incredible that years go by and the same old fucking shit is always repeated, because of them and their inability.”

Upon hearing over the circuit loudspeakers that the race was not going to resume, Andrea takes me to the Ferrari hospitality and I go up to my driver's room where I change out of my racing suit for my Ferrari t-shirt and a pair of jeans, I don't mind going to the "podium" like that and standing in first place, I just need to know if she's okay.

A couple of years ago I lost important people thanks to the same reason: a racing accident, both were horrible accidents that left a mark on me but none like the one I just witnessed. First it was my sports godfather, Jules, his accident left me scarred for life, thanks to this a new safety device was implemented —which doesn't do much to be honest. He died thanks to an accident that left him in a coma for months... Every day I went with my father to the hospital to see him, to see if he was still with us. Then it was one of my childhood friends thanks to karting, Anthoine, It was in an F2 race on the same circuit where hours later I would take the pole position that would give me my first victory in F1, but what happened to him was instantaneous... The next day they announced that he had passed away, my first victory was dedicated to him.

Just as I'm on my way to the "podium" Fred and Toto pull me from the side. “They take y/n to the hospital.” Fred says looking at me.

“Shit... Fuck, why her? Damn tell me if she's...” I couldn't finish speaking because Toto interrupted me.

“Go with her kid.”

“We'll take care of the rest, but go with her.” Fred says, patting me on the back and I run to Andrea to look for my things in the hospitality so I can go, I feel frustrated with myself and I know it's not my fault, but I wish it hadn't happened to her.

***

The sterile white of the ceiling swims into focus as your blurry vision starts to clear a little but you can't fully open your eyes. A rhythmic beeping cuts through the silence of the room. You try to speak, but your throat feels raw and unused. Strained voices filter in from beside your bed.

“...How long has it been? Do they know anything yet?” says Charles with his voice tight with worry.

A female voice is heard, calm but firm. “Mr. Leclerc, we're doing everything we can. The doctors will be with you shortly to explain the results of the scans.”

”But it's been hours!” says Charles with cracked voice. ”Can't they just tell me if she's going to be fucking alright?”

You hear the soft rustle of clothing and a sigh. The beeping quickens slightly.

“We're doing everything we can, dear. She's a strong girl.” The nurse says leaving the room.

He squeezes your hand again, his voice dropping to a frustrated whisper. His eyes don't leave your face.

“Just like Jules... just like Anthoine... why does this always happen? Why you my dear?” he says to himself. “I wish... I wish it had been me and not you amore.”

The door creaks open and the doctor enters the room. Charles straightens up, a flicker of hope in his eyes.

“Doctor, you have an update?” Charles asks.

“We've run some additional tests. There seems to be a minor head injury causing some swelling. It's putting pressure on...”

Charles doesn't wait for him to finish. “Is it serious? When will she wake up?”

The doctor sighs. “It's difficult to say for sure, Mr. Leclerc. Head injuries are unpredictable. But we're monitoring her closely.”

Charles lets out a defeated sigh. The doctor places a hand on his arm.

“She's a fighter, Mr. Leclerc. Just like you.” The doctor says and then leaves the room and gives way to the nurse.

Charles manages a weak nod, his gaze returning to your still form. He leans closer, his voice barely a whisper.

“Come on y/n, wake up. We have a race to win... together.” he whispers.

A faint flicker of movement beneath your eyelids goes unnoticed by everyone in the room. A single tear rolls down your cheek, tracing a path through the dust collected on your hospital gown. The faint movement under your eyelids becomes more pronounced. Your brow furrows slightly, as if struggling against the weight of unconsciousness. A soft groan escapes your lips.

Charles' head snaps up, his eyes widening in disbelief. He leans in closer, his voice thick with emotion.

”Y/n? Can you hear me love?” Charles says whispering.

Your eyes flutter open, blurry and disoriented. The harsh fluorescent lights of the hospital room assault your vision. You let out a low moan, squeezing your eyes shut again in protest.

“Hey, hey, easy. It's okay, you're safe, you're in the hospital.” he says urgently.

A wave of nausea washes over you. You try to speak, but your throat feels raw and scratchy. ”Charles...?” you say weakly.

Your voice comes out in a hoarse rasp, it's barely a whisper, but to Charles, it's the sweetest sound in the world. A relieved smile breaks across his face.

“There you are! Don't you ever scare me like that again, okay?” His voice slightly breaks.

He reaches out and gently tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear. His touch is warm and comforting, the nurse speaks.

“How are you feeling y/n?” the nurse asked softly.

You try to lift your head, but a sharp pain shoots through it. You wince and let out a small cry.

“Easy, easy, don't try to move princess.” he says concerned.

“What... What happened Charles?” you said with a little confusion in your voice.

“You had a big crash during the race, don't you remember?” he asked softly.

You shake your head slowly, wincing again. Images flash in your mind — the roar of the engine, the blur of the track, the sickening impact...

“The car... The rain... I... I lost control” you whisper.

Tears well up in your eyes, the memory of the crash is terrifyingly vivid. Charles takes your hand in his, his grip strong and reassuring.

“It's okay love, you're okay now. That's all that matters.” he whispers.

He squeezes your hand gently, a silent promise hanging between you. The ordeal is far from over, but for now, the simple act of holding hands speaks volumes. You've survived the crash, and with Charles by your side, you'll face whatever comes next, together. You manage a weak smile at him, the sound of his voice a grounding presence. However, the celebration is short-lived. A dull ache throbs behind your eyes, intensifying with each passing second. You squeeze your temples shut, trying to push the pain back.

“Hey, what's wrong?” he asks, noticing your discomfort.

You open your eyes, a grimace forming on your face. “My head... it feels like it's splitting open.”

The nurse step forward. “That's normal after a head injury, dear. We gave you some pain medication earlier, but it might be wearing off... Let me check your vitals again, okay?”

The nurse bustles around you, taking your temperature and blood pressure. Charles doesn't take his eyes off you, his concern evident.

“Is it serious? Should they give you more medicine?” Charles asked.

“Let's see how she's doing first... Y/n, can you turn your head for me, please? Slowly, to the left and then the right.”

You try as instructed, but a searing pain shoots through your neck, making you flinch and cry out. Tears well up in your eyes again, a mix of frustration and fear.

”See? She can't even move her neck! There's something wrong!” Charles says quite alarmed and almost furious.

“It's alright, Charles. It's likely just muscle stiffness from the impact. We can give her some medication and a neck brace for support.” The nurse says calmly.

“Will I ever be able to race again?” you say a little worried with a trembling voice.

The question hangs heavy in the air, Charles reaches out and strokes your cheek gently. ”Don't worry about racing right now, you need to focus on getting better. We'll figure out the rest later.”

His voice is firm, but his eyes hold a flicker of worry. He knows how much racing means to you... For both of you it is the most important thing in your lives, but now that is in the background.

”Exactly... Right now, rest is the most important thing. We'll get you the medication you need, and we'll monitor your progress closely.” The nurse says as she looks for medicine and the neck brace.

The nurse injects a new pain medication into your IV. The relief is slow, but it gradually takes the edge off the throbbing in your head. The nurse places the neck brace on you, although it needs to be tight, as this prevents neck mobility. You lean back against the pillows, exhaustion washing over you.

“Get some sleep, love. You'll feel better I promise.” he smiles weakly.

You nod weakly, your eyelids drooping. Despite the pain and uncertainty, a sliver of hope flickers within you. You're surrounded by love and support, and that makes all the difference.

As you drift off to sleep, you hear Charles whisper a promise in your ear.

“Everything will be okay baby, I promise... Just stay here with me, okay?” He says and you give a slight thumbs up, you feel your whole body weak and destroyed.

The road to recovery will be long and arduous, but with Charles by your side, you know you can face it head-on, even with a throbbing head and a stiff neck.

The fear of not racing again persists in you, but obviously it is not something you can control, Besides, you don't know exactly if you will spend months off the track. What you do know with great certainty is that you have Charles' constant support and that is enough for you.

[shuttershocky]

how do you feel about iori/saber so far by the way, whether as a ship or just their dynamic in general

I really like their dynamic!

While Iori and Saber themselves are full of callbacks to the original Shirou and Saber, their relationship dynamic is something that's all their own.

Usually a servant like FSR Saber would have belonged to a more emotional master. Saber starts the game out as an arrogant, destructive force and a bit of a bully, constantly going "Good grief my master's so weak! How did I get such a weak master when I can solo this whole thing? I should just kill everybody that gets in my way."

Rather than get upset or insecure however, Iori's humility and martial discipline ends up making a wall for Saber's arrogance to repeatedly bounce off of. When told he's weak, he goes "You are right. I don't fight because I'm strong, but because I should." When Saber talks down to him saying his presence doesn't change the outcome of a fight whatsoever, he just goes "I know. I'm doing the best I can."

This doesn't just eventually warm Saber up to him, but it also ends up creating the soul of their dynamic for the rest of the game. Saber's powerful, impulsive, and free in all their aspects, while Iori is measured, disciplined, and tied down (he's poor, he's an orphan, he's a warrior in an age of peace). This leads to fun gags like Saber having that classic Saber gluttony which wreaks havoc on Iori as a poor ronin living hand to mouth every day, but where this really shines is in how it makes its own twist in the original dynamic of Shirou and Saber.

Underneath Shirou and Saber's relationship was the recognition of themselves in the other. Both were willing to give up their entire lives for the greater good without once thinking of themselves, and seeing it in the other person horrified them because that was someone they cared about, while making a special exception for their own self-sacrifice.

In Samurai Remnant, Saber wonders how could such a weak human have summoned a servant as powerful as them, but the answer slowly becomes obvious as their relationship grows. Hiding underneath Saber's smug nature is a legend known for brutally killing anything and everything that stood in their way, whether that be armies, kings, monsters, or even gods. Why? What could compel a human to put a god to the sword just because they were ordered to? How broken and terrible inside must you be to see an aspect of divine power and feel no fear, only the desire to fight and to kill something that should be untouchable by a human?

The most delicious part of Iori and Saber's developing relationship is Saber slowly realizing that the bravery in Iori's eyes when he (literally) locks blades with a Servant is not bravery, but something much more familiar.

It should also be said that FSR Saber is one of the extremely few servants (if not the first even) to cry about the thought of leaving their Master after the ritual has ended.

Bittersweet goodbyes have been a mainstay of the series since Fate/Stay Night, but FSR is the first time in my memory that we see a Servant look back at the short, second life they've been given and actually break into tears about not wanting to go.

Going back to the throne of heroes would mean returning to legend. They'd be the bloodstained killer and godslayer. Unparalleled, feared, revered, and alone. Meanwhile in this incarnation, they run around doing odd jobs every day to afford rice, assumed by the neighbors to be the new fiance of the poor ronin that lives in a shack, destined to be forgotten by history like everyone around them living humble and ordinary lives. And now that they've tasted it, they don't want to go back. They've fallen in love with this life, and have to live out the rest of the Waxing Moon Ritual knowing they don't have a choice about going back.

It's soooooo good. Such a perfect capture of that vintage Type-Moon feeling, I'd almost forgotten this wasn't even written by TM themselves but by the Fire Emblem Three Houses team.

[aethelflaedladyofmercia]

(Somewhat disorganized thoughts to follow…)

So I’m sitting here thinking about Good Omens, as usual. And I’m wondering. What if Aziraphale hadn’t gone to chat with the Metatron?

Because it’s easy to say “awww yisss there would have been love confessions and kisses and everything would be better.”

But would it?

Because as the great Bildad the Shuhite said, “Nothing has to change.”

If there’s anything this 6000-year slow-burn has shown us, these two are content to remain… not exactly the same, but changing in glacially slow ways (and also not really content, but they’ll fucking do it anyway).

I think watching Gabriel and Beelzebub go off together got them both to realize that things could be different. But would that be enough to get them talking? Or would they have just gone off to their alcoholic breakfast, made a few jokes about whatever the hell’s just happened, then wind up back at the shop drunkenly talking about dolphins and bird space ships again, the needle on their relationship barely moved? And stay that way until the Second Coming finally arrived to shake things up?

Because it’s not a question, really, of them realizing something or revealing something. They both know.

Crowley knows what he wants, but he’d rather spend the next thousand years scowling from the sidelines and watching his angel be a happy idiot than actually put his feelings into words.

And Aziraphale—well, he has ideas, more than we give him credit for, he isn’t wholly oblivious, but his ideas are happy little dream worlds he can play out in his mind. He’s waiting for a better deal—not better than Crowley, obviously, but better than the precarious balance they currently exist in. A perfect shiny happy ending where everything is Good and Nice. And he’s willing to wait basically forever, just thinking about how nice it will be when it happens.

They need nudges. They need excuses. Especially Aziraphale. He sets up this whole ball for Nina and Maggie (partially) so he can ask Crowley to dance for the first time, but he’s there every day! You can just ask him to dance any time! He still denies having a “special” person to amnesia Gabriel. He doesn’t remember anything! Literally everyone in Heaven and Hell and also Earth think you’re an item now anyway! Just say the words!

The nudge for him was the Metatron’s offer. Taking charge of Heaven. Crowley at his side. They can make the Good guys truly Good. No one to question whether they belonged together. Happy ending.

Crowley’s nudge, of course, was Nina and Maggie telling him to goddamn say something. And I don’t think any of them realize it, but that had to be his conversation. If the two ladies had come over and talked to Aziraphale the same way (solo), he’d throw all his defenses back up and that would have been the end of it. If they’d talked to angel and demon together, well. These two are idiots. Aziraphale and Crowley would have refused to take the conversation seriously, talked circles around their guests, and left for their breakfast, laughing together over those humans and their ideas.

So for Crowley to get his nudge, he had to be alone when they visited, and for that to happen, Aziraphale had to go have his talk with the Metatron. Aziraphale had to get a perfect enough option to overcome his anxiety, and for that he needed his chat.

Now, am I saying that without the Metatron’s interference they never ever would have moved forward? Maybe. They’re complete idiots, your honor.

Maybe not, though. As I said, they just watched another angel and demon go off together. Would that be enough for Crowley to realize that, hey, actual communication sometimes has good results? Would that be close enough to a perfect ending to assuage Aziraphale’s fears?

I don’t know if we can say for sure. But I’ve been trying to play out that last scene in the bookshop differently to find where the path to the happy ending was, and I think this is the answer. Aziraphale needed to not go to the Metatron at all. They needed to be on their way before Nina and Maggie decided to visit. And then… somewhere in the talking and drinking that followed, one of them would have to take a risk.

And like, have you met these two? They’d be dooooooomed…

[theflyindutchwoman]

Tim Bradford finishes what he starts. I haven't finished training you yet. No. You haven't.

| ANATOMY OF A SCENE - CHENFORD EDITION 2.13 - Follow-up Day

Let me preface this by saying this is one of my favourite moment ever. Actually, all the scenes we got between Tim and Lucy in Day of Death, Now & Then and Follow-up Day were absolutely incredible. This one is no exception.

The way these two bring out the best in each other was in full display in this episode. The reason Tim was able to find this genius solution was due to Lucy's insistence that he think outside the box and use his bag of subversive tests and tricks. When he started doubting, she pushed right back at him. They just complement each other so well. They've become each other's biggest cheerleader.

Which brings us to the rest of the scene, with Lucy finding out that Tim turned down a promotion just so he could keep training her. The way he acts so casual, as if it's a normal occurrence, is mind blowing. I'm not even sure he realises the magnitude of his gesture. Back in Manhunt, when he decided to take the sergeant's exam, he was at a turning point in his life : he was getting divorced, Isabel in rehab, and he was trying to challenge himself. Judging from his reaction earlier in the episode, I'm pretty sure that when he signed up for the exam, he assumed he'd have time to finish Lucy's training. Moving to a new station and becoming a sergeant then would have been the perfect opportunity to start afresh. But that's the thing, a lot has changed in-between. This promotion comes at another pivotal point : Lucy is still recovering from everything she went through with Caleb. Tim was already keeping tabs when she was riding with Nyla for a couple of days, I can't imagine him leaving her in the hands of a brand new TO he doesn't know while being in another station. This is just as much for his peace of mind as it is for hers. As Nyla told him, Lucy needs to be able to feel safe again : bringing a new (and unknown) element in this equation might not be what's best for her. And if there's anyone who knows a thing or two about craving for some constants, how comforting they can be, that's Tim. His final decision reflects how Lucy's well-being is his priority for now. But this is also for him : she's slowly but surely becoming his person and I don't think he was ready to leave her behind, even only professionally. Almost losing her is also still fresh in his mind...

There's just so much love in this scene. Whether it is of a romantic nature, that's up for discussion - I'm not sure Tim or Lucy would know the answer. But it is present and palpable nonetheless, right down to their body language. It's a bit bittersweet at first, with Lucy looking elated and sad at the idea of Tim getting promoted and leaving. But the second he tells her he's staying, she's beaming and bouncing on her feet, before reigning it a bit. Just like in Grey's office. I doubt she's ever had anyone in her life who supported her that much and put her first in such a way. She's the definition of sunshine and cuteness here - no wonder Tim's completely powerless. Speaking of him : the way he's directly looking at her lips when he tells her he declined Grey's offer… like sir, this isn't how you're supposed to look at your trainee. And let's not forget how for a second it looks like Lucy was reaching for his hand while walking away. The man turned down a promotion and he's looking perfectly at peace and content with this… If that's not love, I don't know what is.

[missmugiwara]

Right Now

Summary: fem!reader x Sanemi Shinazugawa // Sanemi pays you an unexpected visit, and he's got a lot on his mind. Warning: 18+, NSFW, some angst but ends happy, suggestive, implied sex, swearing Note: Not gonna lie, when I first saw him I was like - oh, no way. I better not FALL IN LOVE LATER. And then later happened, and I was like - oh, I... he kinda hot. So here we are!

The rain fell so heavily.

Lightning flashed occasionally. The heavy cascade of water and the gentle thrum of thunder in the distance normally would have been calming, but you were too upset to admire it. It appeared the weather matched your mood perfectly because like the rain falling, tears had fallen earlier. Your swollen eyes were proof of that. Softly, you closed the shoji door after taking a peek outside. For a second, you wondered if anyone was stuck in this because the sudden change in weather was very unexpected.

However, rain was your favorite, so you were damned if you would not at least try to enjoy it. You shuffled into a comfortable spot on your futon and raised a book to your face. This week had been unpleasant and weighed heavy on your mind so you tried your best to function normally. This book could maybe serve as a good distraction. After all, you had meant to start reading it. Hopefully, this could be a perfect start to the weekend.

Well, it could have been perfect, but a few knocks at the door interrupted you. Making sure it wasn't your imagination, you blinked at the shoji door. Again, the knocks came but much more vigorously this time around. Your eyebrows furrowed. Who could possibly come at this hour, and to your bedroom door - specifically the door that led to the engawa outside? And how could anyone be out in such weather? You lowered the book and got up, sulking over to the door. As soon as you slid it open, your eyes widened and you froze in place at the sight before you. Your heart thumped in your chest and your breath caught in your lungs.

"Sanemi!?"

Your cheeks went hot. Whether it was being flustered or blushing or whatever you wanted to call it - because whatever it was… was surely happening. There was no way to hide your shocked expression. The Wind Hashira also seemed to have froze in place since his fist was still in the air mid-knock after you opened the door. It was as if he couldn't believe he was right there in front of you. As if this wasn't even happening. As if he were surprised you even answered. His chest heaved deeply. An indication that he ran because he was obviously out of breath. The poor thing was soaked head to toe from the rain. His clothes were clinging to every muscle of his body, and his white spiky hair was plastered in wavy tufts against his forehead which was such a delicious contrast to how he usually appeared. The Hashira was also blushing. At least one could assume this was the case because after all, he just sprinted here. Sanemi took a moment to catch his breath as you stared at him in awe, and when he was finally ready his gaze snapped to meet your eyes.

"I… I need to talk to you… right now."

With your hand still on the door, your eyebrows pulled together in frustration. Then your mouth opened, but no words came out. Sanemi wanted to talk? At this late hour? And he didn't wait for the rain to stop? It absolutely could not wait? You gripped the door tightly in anger.

What the hell?

The man broke up with you not even a week ago - caused you immense, emotional pain, said such horrid things to you, and now he was back at your door? Just like he used to? But then again, this was his thing. When you two were together, your parents didn't approve much of him, but at least they had great patience with the relationship and tried wholeheartedly to accept it. Your mother tried moreso, knowing Sanemi was strong and a Hashira - so they really tried because he was dependable. Sanemi never came through the front door of the estate when you dated. He always snuck to your room at night. The memories caused your heart to skip a beat and butterflies to flutter in your stomach. Sanemi would come, and you would giggle so gleefully when you opened the door for him.

Because as soon as that door opened, you knew what it meant.

What it led to.

The smirk upon his face was as devious as they came. Sanemi would waste no time - he would immediately slam that door shut. He would grab your waist, pull your hips close against his and slam his mouth to yours all the while you wrapped every limb of yours around his body needily. His smirk against your skin never ceased to thrill you. Naturally, this always led to much more sinful and delightful things. Sanemi was rough and wild, but he always took his time - always made sure you were feeling extra good and taken care of. He was also just as sweet behind closed doors which probably would surprise anyone if they knew about his softer side. After another lust-filled evening, he'd be gone the next morning before your parents even woke and realized their perfectly well-behaved heir was misbehaving all night.

Sanemi was waiting for a response. Your eyes snapped to his muscular torso, then to his confused face. He was still heaving for air and staring with wide, disbelieving eyes. You wanted to smack yourself for ogling because you should be mad at him, but he showed up in such a delectable state which was extremely hard to resist. You grit your teeth, still taking in the image that was Sanemi. Then, you gave up.

"Get inside. Now!" you hissed to which he blinked.

It was not the response he was anticipating, that's for certain. Swiftly, you grabbed a fistful of his shirt and yanked him inside. He let out a surprised grunt. It was almost funny how the adrenaline rush filled you with such strength that it made Sanemi nearly trip in the process. Yes, you were livid, but you certainly weren't an asshole. There was no way you would just let him stay outside in the rain like that - wet and soaked to the bone.

"Jeez! You're gonna catch a cold!" you frowned, ignoring the rising heat to your face.

Sanemi, not knowing what to do in this situation, just awkwardly sat down on the floor and crossed his legs. He took a moment to watch you scramble about the room, leaving and then returning with a few towels. He sat quietly and decided the best thing to do right now was to just let you do your thing. Angrily, you sat in front of him and began to rub his head with a towel. Defeatedly, he let you - albeit he grunted and groaned the entire time. He knew what he did to you earlier that week, and he knew why you would be so rightfully upset so he wasn't about to blow up over this.

When you pulled away, you slapped the towel on the ground, "Off."

"What?" he stared at you, obvious blush forming.

You squinted your eyes at him and snarled, "Shirt. Off. Now."

He rolled his eyes and let out an annoyed sigh.

"You can't tell me what to-"

"NOOOOOW."

There was a pause.

He squinted his eyes at you as his hands sat at the hem of his shirt. As sweet as you were, he knew better than to mess with you when you were irked. Sanemi, without a doubt, could be interpreted as a pretty assertive guy, but he knew damn well when to listen to you instead of fighting back. Your relationship was very strong, and you two complemented each other - really understood one another extremely well… when the relationship was still going on though. You held out your hand, and as expected, he whipped off his haori and shirt and gave them to you. In exchange, you slapped another towel into his hand. He huffed at the harsh way you did this but then apprehensively dried his face before slinging it around his shoulders.

"Now don't get any funny ideas! You're leaving as soon as the rain stops!"

You tried so hard to fight it.

Because you were the one getting funny ideas.

Be mad. Be mad.

Damn it all, the room was becoming unbearably hot all of a sudden.

Too hot.

Speaking of hot, the way Sanemi sat there… wet and shirtless and so muscular and gorgeous and - oh, stop! It was not fair! You were supposed to be mad at him! Not thinking about how he could just throw your legs over his shoulders and - UGH. Why was he back here anyway and doing this to you? More imporantly, what did he want? You stood up on your knees with his wet clothes nestled in your arms when Sanemi peeked up at you.

"I'm sorry."

You froze. He uttered it so quietly. So ashamedly. Honestly, it caught you off guard. It knocked the wind right out of your lungs. Looking at him, you felt your throat tighten and heart rate quicken. His eyes were pointed somberly downward.

"Huh?" you breathed.

Sanemi was staring at your feet, but then tilted his head to look up at you.

"I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking straight. I… shouldn't have broken up with you."

The break-up was out of nowhere. It was after one of his missions, actually. You ran up to him, smiling cheerfully and exclaiming how happy you were to see him.

And what did Sanemi do?

He told you it was over. Said to get lost. Forget about him. Never come see him again. Then, he walked off as he left you stunned. At least until shock took over, all strength left your body, and you fell to your knees with tears streaming down your face. It didn't make sense because everything was going so well. It was so incredibly hurtful, so out-of-the-blue, and you had no fucking idea what went wrong. Fast forward to now. You wanted to say something, but you forgot how to speak. Why was Sanemi doing this? He thought he could just break up with you and then come back after all those stupid things he said? Was he asking you to take him back? Because… because of course you wanted him back! He meant the world to you. But why did he break up with you in the first place? And should you be so quick to forgive him? A plethora of emotions washed over your face, and Sanemi decided maybe he should explain himself.

"You deserve to be happy. To have a normal life. You deserve someone that doesn't have a job like mine and can be by your side every day. Someone who doesn't make you worry. You…" his eyes trailed off the to side.

"You don't want to be with a guy like me."

In that instant, you felt an immense wave of rage wash over your being. Your breath hitched in your throat. It all made sense now. Sanemi thought he was protecting you with this break-up. And even moreso, Sanemi thought he wasn't good enough for you!

How… how dare he beat himself up like this!?

He thought you wanted a normal life? Why didn't he talk about this before? You could have so easily talked about his fears and allowed him to be vulnerable. That was no problem. Being there for Sanemi was never a problem. Then again, he didn't think things through all the time when it came to you. He just acted. Maybe he got scared. Your hands were trembling as they still held his shirt and hoari. Tears rolled down your cheeks. Sanemi's eyes widened in horror, thinking he somehow made this all worse.

"I-I'm sorry! I didn't want to make you cry! Fuck!"

"You think that's what I want?" you spat out, to which he froze in place. "You think that would make me happy? Do you even know what would make me happy!? Because I don't want any of that - whatever normal means anyway!"

Sanemi's face went red with a blush. What a fool. He did not seem to understand that normal was with him - that someone else just was not good enough.

"I just want you!"

Immediately, you broke down sobbing. Sanemi shakily reached his arms out to try and catch you because you sank to your knees, but he hesitated several times to pull his arms back and forth - wondering, in panic, if he was allowed to hold you or not. Despite his boorish behavior, he was quite gentle when you were upset. He waited patiently as you cried. You flung your face into his chest and threw your arms around him. Sanemi twitched at the impact - really, he didn't expect you to just grasp onto him like that. But he got over it quickly when he softly wrapped his arms around you, leaning his chin to rest on the top of your head as he sighed. He was always so good to you during moments like these. He never laughed at your feelings nor complained. Just waited until you finished crying while he sat and held you silently. He was about to pat the top of your head but recoiled his hand as soon your head whipped up.

"I can't stand being apart from you!" You managed to croak out, allowing yourself to stare into his eyes. "Please… don't hurt me anymore."

Sanemi licked his lips as his hands gripped your shoulders. He took a moment to process your words.

"I thought I was doing what was best for you, but I…" his grip tightened, "I haven't stopped thinking about you since! So that's why I… I came to say sorry and ask if… you'll have me again. If you say no, then I fucking get it. I don't blame you. And - and you can stay mad at me forever. I fucking deserve it."

You sniffled. The sobbing was starting to stop and you squinted your eyes at him in disgust. That apology seemed to work because immediately you frowned and peeled your arms off him. Sanemi looked at your expression, and he was instantly perplexed at the look you gave him despite the runny nose and tears.

"Yeah, you do deserve it! Never break up with me again! You hear me?"

A pause.

A small smirk graced his lips. "I won't."

You sniffled once more and wiped a tear from your eye. Sanemi chuckled, and he leaned forward to hold your face in his hands. His thumbs brushed against your tear-stricken cheeks, then under your eyelids to wipe any tears away.

"That's my girl." he softly smiled, "Tough as nails."

"Don't try to be all… cute or whatever! I won't forgive you until you say you're an idiot!"

"…Are you kidding me?"

"No! I am serious!"

Sanemi snorted, trying to fight the urge to not laugh at your childish behavior. You whined when his thumbs brushed away more tears at your cheeks when a new cascade of them flowed down your face. He only chuckled in response when you tried to turn your head out of embarassment. In turn, he moved a hand to grip onto your wrist tightly, pulling your body closer to his. You tried your best to pout, but you knew it was no use. Sanemi was a sucker for a good whine and a good pout. It always got him going.

"I am a fucking idiot. There. Happy?" he smirked again.

"Yes, very happy." you cooed, wiping the remainder of any tears, "Now don't even think about going home in this rain! You're staying here!"

Sanemi scoffed, and the smirk on his face grew, "Hmph. Poor me."

In response, you smiled softly. And since things were sort of back to normal (through the most chaotic of ways, but this was also something you were used to with the Wind Hashira), Sanemi let out a yawn and laid to his side on your futon, propping his head in one hand while using the other to gently move his sword off to the side. As you stood up again, clutching his wet clothes to your chest to lay them somewhere to dry, Sanemi smirked back at you while he undid the belt on his pants. The clink in the air caused your heartbeat to quicken.

"Now come here."

You quickly whipped your head toward him, face fighting another round of heat. And damn him because he looked too damn good laying there like that - teasing you senselessly with his undone pants and lusty tone.

"I'm waiting."

The smirk upon his lips grew in voraciousness. His lilac eyes became lidded when he emphasized the last of his sentence.

You quickly mirrored his haughty expression, raising a brow at him, "Oh, I don't think so! You got a lot of nerve to…"

But you trailed off. You both froze when something tucked into Sanemi's hoari fell to the ground. As if on cue, you both snapped your gazes to it. A single rose.

"What…" you bent over to pick it up, "What's this?"

Sanemi's face was as red as can be.

"A rose… you know, your favorite?"

Holding it gently in your hand, your lips parted as you stared at it. Sure, the flower was crumpled and definitely not looking the freshest, but… wow. A heat rose to your cheeks. He actually remembered how much you liked flowers? And he actually got you one? He was never romantic like this. He must have really wanted to apologize if he was bringing this. Knowing him, he probably was never going to show this anyway so you were lucky it fell from his clothes.

You cocked your head to the side and smiled. "Thank you, Sanemi. This is so sweet. You've never done this before."

His face ignited in a hot blush again, "Y-yeah, yeah! Whatever! I mean… flowers are stupid! But if you like 'em, then whatever!"

You giggled, "Aw, look at you. Going the extra mile to win me back. How cute."

"Yeah, well, I needed to because… that prick…"

You blinked, "Who?"

"Forget it!"

"No, what are you talking about?"

Sanemi's face went even redder, if it were possible. He grumbled in thought for a few seconds especially when you arched one eyebrow at him.

"Well, I heard you were talking to some fucking guy the day after I broke up with you." he averted his gaze to the side, and you swore he was actually pouting.

A devious smirk played across your lips. Sanemi was, without a doubt, the jealous type. This was way too good to not tease him with. Seeing this jealous fit was just a complete waste of his time and energy, but on the other hand it was entertainment for you.

"Oh, I can't talk to a guy?" you purred, hanging up his haori and setting the rose in a vase on your desk. You'd have to put water in it later. Did Sanemi really think you could get over him that quickly? He was incredible.

"So who was it!? Oh, I know! Was it the fucking fish vendor at the market!? You're too good for him! He cheats on his wife! Everyone knows it!" he sprang up in hysterics, and it caused you to laugh immediately. If he wasn't embarrassed already, your laugh at him had to make it worse.

"Seriously, Sanemi?"

Over the tumultous last couple of days, you mostly stayed home to wallow. You didn't really talk to anyone, and when your parents saw you run home while sobbing - they kind of knew to leave you alone. He thought you were playing the field? A delicious idea crossed your mind.

Well, maybe it was a little mean, but… Sanemi could withstand some teasing from you.

"It was Giyu." you smirked, licking your lips. "That man really knows how to cheer up a girl, you know?"

Sanemi froze, eyes widened.

"I'll kill him."

You couldn't even begin to describe the face he made when he said that. As soon as you busted out laughing, his face turned so red out of that you thought he might pass out.

"No, no, no!" you flung your body to Sanemi's and wrapped your arms around his neck, laughing hysterically at his expression - at how serious he was. He stared at your jovial face in horror, realizing you were messing with him… like you always did.

"I was kidding! Oh gosh, please don't hurt Tomioka! I would feel so awful!"

Oh, Sanemi was mad. You'd be a fool not to notice. Before he could rebuttle, you pressed a finger to his lips to shush him.

"It was Ubuyashiki."

Sanemi froze again. His eyes stared straight into your soul, and his lips parted out of confusion. You smiled, gently grabbed his hands, and slowly led him to the futon to sit with you.

"The day after you broke up with me… I went to the mansion and asked if you were acting strange lately. He said the last mission you were on seemed to upset you. So I thought maybe something stressful happened to make you want to suddenly break up with me. I even talked to Genya about it."

Sanemi just stared. There was a brief pause before he licked his lips.

"You're unbelievable."

"You're unbelievable! What was I supposed to do? Just let it slide? After being with you for so long, I had to try and figure out something. I was just hoping you didn't… actually get sick of me."

"Never."

You smiled and reached out a hand to stroke the side of his face. His eyes closed as a light smile turned the corners of his mouth upwards, and you snickered at that. He took a deep breath and looked at you with such softness. Your gaze snapped from his eyes to his lips, and Sanemi did the same.

Seeing those lips you loved so much - your gaze became lidded, and the Wind Hashira mirrored your sultry expression. Closing your eyes and leaning in, you closed the gap when your lips connected in a slow kiss. When you pulled away, a gentle smacking sound filled the air, and Sanemi's hand was atop yours.

"I am sorry. Really."

You whispered, "I know."

"You… forgive me?"

"Of course I do."

"You sure?"

You rolled your eyes and chuckled.

"Yes! Now shut up, and kiss me."

Sanemi's rough, calloused hand grabbed your chin, and he grunted as he pulled your face close to his own. You giggled when Sanemi's breath dusted over your lips as his other hand gave a hard squeeze on your hip. When his lips smashed to yours, you flung your arms around him and moaned. You grinned like a fool when he grabbed a fistful of your hair to pull your head back, and you began to giggle when his teeth playfully bit at your neck.

"Now hold still. We got some catching up to do."

"Sanemi!"

[ghostofthemost141]

Street Spirit

Pairing: Ghost x GN! Reader, First POV, no use of (Y/N)

Word Count: 1,457

Themes: Little Angst, Little Fluff, Hints at Emotional Abuse, Both Ghost and You opening up to each other

About: During a stakeout during a mission on a cold evening, you and your little miss sunshine attitude, manage to break down Ghost's walls he has built up.

Notes: I based this one off of the song Street Spirit (Fade Out) by Radiohead. Super great song! Nickname for this fic is Robin, meaning shining and bright. I aimed for this to be gender neutral but if it doesn't seem that way then please let me know! I'd rather be told so it can be correct for future works. Enjoy!

It may be chilly out here, but I was comfortable. I love winter time, it is my favorite season in the entire year. The snow, the animals being dusted with snow frolicking through the knee deep snow, ice skating, it is truly the best season of the year. 

“You payin’ attention, Robin?” Ghost’s sudden voice made me jump. 

“Oh uh yes, yes sir Lieutenant.” I said, bringing my focus back to where we were looking. 

“Just sir is fine.” Ghost reminded me. 

“Yes, sir.” 

Ghost made a quiet sigh when he heard me. I try not to annoy him really, but I look up to Ghost in an odd way. He is very strong, very brave, and can turn his emotions off. I am learning so much from him the more I do missions with him and he always insists that I do missions with him, so he can’t hate me that much, right? 

“I’m sorry.” I mumbled, but he heard me. 

“You don’t need to apologize every single time, alright? You’re fine.” Ghost reassured me, despite his tone remaining the same. 

I didn’t say anything back as I regained my focus at the building we were scoping. I could hear Ghost mumbling something to himself. 

Makes me wonder how you got into this field in the first place. 

Oh. 

“I want to make my parents proud.” I said out loud, letting him know that I heard him. 

He didn’t say anything back but his eyes were on me. 

“They never really said they were proud of me. Ever. Not when I got my first school award, not when I graduated high school, not when I graduated college, not ever. But my younger sister, she could make a B on a test and they would praise the ground she walked on. It’s not fair, you know?” I poured out, not caring whether or not he was listening. 

It was silent for a moment and through the blistering cold winds I could barely feel the small tears that were falling down my face. 

“Why do ‘ou want their approval so badly?” Ghost asked, surprised he was even asking. 

I shrugged my shoulders. 

“Cause they are my parents, I guess? I don’t know.” 

I honestly wasn’t even sure how to answer that. 

“Why do you keep seeking validation from ‘hem when you know it’s not going to change?” 

Now he was asking the real questions. 

“You got me there, L.T.” I say, seeing a white rabbit hopping around through the snow. 

The white rabbit dug through the snow every so few feet, looking for some food. Oh to be a white rabbit in the winter just hopping through the snow, not having a care in the world. The only thing I’d miss is being around L.T. Even though it is quite forbidden, I feel like I have begun to develop feelings for my Lieutenant.  Everytime I am near him or close to him, my heart starts pounding out of my chest as if I was one of those silly cartoon characters from the 70s that was in love. Their faces turning bright red with blush and their hearts pounding out of their chests in a very cartoony and exaggerated way. That’s how I felt every time I was around Lieutenant. I most definitely looked up to Lieutenant Ghost and I wish to be like him the longer I am down the road, but I didn’t see myself developing feelings for him. I leaned my head down, in almost shame, feeling more of my tears run down my face. 

Why can’t you be more like your sister? 

She has better grades than you. 

You’ve grown pudgy, you need to be fit like your sister. 

She is picture perfect, why can’t you be like her? 

Why can’t you be like her? 

Why can’t you be like her? 

Why can’t you be like her? 

Why can’t you be like her? 

Why can’t you be like her? 

Why 

Can’t 

You

Be 

Like- 

“You’ll freeze if you keep this up, love.” 

I felt a soft felt get pushed up on my face by Ghost as he essentially wiped my cold tears off of my face. He is not wrong about that. I was kind of surprised he was looking out for me and he was leaning in close to me- Wait, did he just call me love? 

“Thanks, L.T.” I thanked him as my face dried up from my tears. 

“Just..Simon is alright.” 

I turned to see if he was serious and I could just see from his eyes that he was indeed serious. 

“Are you sure?” I asked. 

“Only if it's just the ‘too’ of us.” He reiterated. 

I had to hold in my chuckle hearing how he said two, and luckily I managed to keep it together. 

“Yes, sir.” I said, nearly letting a chuckle out. 

We were now in a comfortable silence, still waiting for our target to show up to the building that we were staking out right now. Price, Soap, Gaz, and Laswell were on the other side of the building doing what Ghost and I were doing basically. It’s just that Ghost insisted I came with him. 

“Simon?” 

“Hm?” He grumbled. 

“Why did you insist I come with you for this and not anyone else?” I ask. 

Ghost did a deep sigh, as if he was preparing the right words to say. 

“Despite your, little miss sunshine attitude, I see great potential in you.” Simon confessed. 

Lieutenant sees potential in me? Pinch me, I must be dreaming. 

“Oh, really?” 

“Yeah.” Ghost said, “I want to train you to be better than I am.” 

“Why? You’re great, Simon. A great leader and person.” I told him. 

Ghost did another one of those sighs, except this time the silence between us was longer than it had been. Did I say something bad? 

“Well, I actually went through what you went through. Sort of.” Simon started. 

And now he is opening up to me? This is kind of crazy cause I have no idea what kind of person Simon is nor who or what he was before he came to the Task Force. 

“My father shouldn’t have been a father. He was a real piece of shiet. Always taunted me, made fun of me, commented everythin’ I did, it was as if my existence was just wrong in his eyes.” Simon explained to me. 

I felt my heart sink as Simon told me that. I had no idea he went through something like that but I guess it explains the way that he is. 

“I decided to join the military, to get away from it all. Only to come across the wrong enemy and..” Simon paused, collecting his words, “my mother, brother, and father were all murdered by the enemy. I was also tortured for hours on end. Bloody fuckers trying to break me, but they never did. I eventually blew the wanker’s brains out. But it all sticks with me.” Simon finished. 

I felt a frog enter my throat, in shock from what Simon just told me. I didn’t know what to say. I can tell this has affected him greatly and it sticks with him. He has to live with something like that every single day. I couldn’t imagine. Simon was still close up next to me that our shoulders were nearly touching. Without putting too much thought into it, I raised my hand up and rested it on Simon’s shoulder. I can tell he felt it, but he didn’t turn nor acknowledge me. 

“I am sorry about that, Simon. This may seem kind of silly, but if you are ever having one of those days, you know, when it is hurting you more than it should on any given day, you can come to me.” I offered. 

“Thank you, Robin. You can do the same for me.” Simon offered as well. 

“It will be our little secret.” I teased. 

“Don’t push it, bird.” 

“Hey, it's Robin to you! Price declared that as my name after all.” I taunted, earning an eye roll from Simon. 

“Yeah, yeah.” He mumbled. 

As much as I liked our little moment together, it felt good to be back to our normal basis. From a far distance, I could see Soap’s light signal. 

“That’s us.” I said as Simon quickly got up on his feet. 

As I was starting to get up, Simon reached his hand down to me. I grabbed it and he lifted me up to my feet. Damn he was strong. 

“On the run, Robin.” 

“Yes, sir Lieutenant Simon.” 

Simon sighed as we began our run to the rendezvous meeting spot for our mission. Things shall be more interesting from now on. 

END

[stellar-skyy]

ADORNED NIGHT — Platonic Kazuha, Tomo & reader.

i. SUMMARY: You had two childhood friends; Kazuha and Tomo. Now, it's just you. ii. CONTENT WARNINGS: Inazuma Archon quest spoilers, character death, grief. iii. NOTES: Platonic, angst, childhood friends!Kazuha and Tomo, gn!reader, 1.5k words. iv. A/N: This is one of the first things I've written and has been sitting completed in my drafts for SO LONG because I didn't like how it turned out, but I can't keep re-editing it. Enjoy!

It’s easy making friends when you’re a kid. Your parents are close to other parents, and you eventually get shoved towards their kids to give you something to do. For you, that came in the form of Kaedehara Kazuha.

He was a quiet child. The kind who would cry when flowers got trampled, or bugs skittered away from his hands. But he was an easy, comfortable presence, and one that found its place by your side.

It was inevitable that you made friends with Tomo after that, with him and Kazuha practically attached at the hip, and it didn’t take long for him to declare you both his best friends.

Whether it be playing adventures in the forest, hide-and-seek around Kazuha’s estate, or just wandering the city of Inazuma, the three of you were scarcely seen without one or both others by your sides.

And you couldn’t be happier.

“Kazu, come on!” You called out after the boy trailing behind.

“Just give me… a minute,” Kazuha murmured. He continued to crouch on the edge of the river, poking at the ground with a stick.

“Are you still frog-hunting?” Tomo asked with amusement in his voice. Kazuha shook his head.

“No, I found something better,” Kazuha suddenly dove forward, scooping something up in his hands. He looked up triumphantly, holding up the animal in his hands, a large purple beetle that wriggled and crawled over his palms.

“An onikabuto!”

“Let me see!” Tomo demanded, leaning over his shoulder. The creature turned around, settling neatly in Kazuha’s hands. “That’s so cool! I wonder if I can catch one too.”

“It is cool,” You admit. “But we should hurry. We don’t have many hours of daylight left.”

Tomo gasps, looking up at the sky. “You are absolutely right. Hurry up, Kazuha! Adventure awaits us!”

“Okay, okay.” Kazuha chuckled, before letting the little onikabuto go. You held your hand forward to help him up, and he grasped it gratefully.

“Onwards!” Tomo announced, marching ahead through to the forest. His voice grew quieter as he strode further through the trees, almost out of your sight.

“We’d better go on before he gets himself lost.” Kazuha said, brushing the dirt off his clothes.

You held out your hand, and Kazuha took it in his.  

You were always told that friends don’t last forever, that these innocent childhood memories would make way for new ones. But the three of you didn’t grow apart; you grew together, like flowers that bloomed within the same patch of dirt. It was hard to imagine a life without them—the two constants in your life.

Tomo began to get bolder in his words. What started as child prone to disobedience quickly turned into a fiercely loyal man who was willing to die for his ideals. He spoke openly in criticism against whatever he found fault in (which just so happened to be the Shogunate), picking apart the frayed edges of their society until it was little more than lose thread in his hands.

But while Tomo grew louder, Kazuha grew quieter. He didn’t cry anymore; his emotions began to smooth themselves out into a perfect balance of calmness. He leaned into his love of poetry, and his already flowery vocabulary became nothing short of lyrical.

Things were changing. You didn’t mind though, because you knew that you would change together.

“Have you heard?” The whispers say. They seem to come from every direction, from the Shogun’s guards stationed around Inazuma, to the lips of shopkeepers hidden behind their hands. “They say he challenged the Shogun herself to a duel!”

“Can you imagine?” The whispers answer. Their voices grate on your ears and send shivers down your spine. Something was wrong, that much you knew for certain.

“It’s such a shame. He was such a lovely boy, too.”

You feel a spike of sympathy for whoever they were talking about. Everyone in Inazuma knew that the moment someone challenges the Shogun, their fate is already bound. It was no wonder they were speaking of him as though he was already gone.

“I feel bad for those friends of his. What will they do without him?”

Did he have friends he was close to, as well?

“Is that… them?”

Something was… most definitely wrong. As you walk across the street, you feel eyes piercing the back of your skull, like the entire city was looking at you. Your steps grow faster, trying to outrun the sounds of their voices. If only Tomo hadn’t left his house early this morning, then there would be no need to go searching for him.

“Do you see…”

“I wonder…”

“Has anyone told…”

“(Name)?” You look up at the sound of your name, to see the shopkeeper from Tsukumomono Groceries staring at you with unhidden shock. “What are you doing here? Aren’t you going to the Tenshukaku?”

“The Tenshukaku? Why?”

“Um… the duel?”

“Why would I want to watch that?” You say with disgust in your tone. “I don’t want to watch some random person’s execution.”

“I—I figured the circumstances were different.” She looked deeply uncomfortable, eyes darting between the crowds of people. “I mean… considering who it is.”

“Who it is? Do I know them?”

“You don’t know,” The shopkeeper reels back, like she had been slapped. Her nervous expression fell away to look horrified at the implication. “No one told you—you don’t know.”

Something was wrong.

A sick, twisted feeling appears in your stomach. “Who is it?”

“I—”

“Tell me!” Your voice cracks in the middle of your words, until there were tears pricking the corner of your eyes. You couldn’t imagine why; it wasn’t as if it’s—

“Tomo,” She whispers. “It’s Tomo.”

In one night, you lost both of the people you loved.

One was dead. The other vanished without a trace.

You tried to get on as normal—or as normal as you could—but everywhere was a reminder of what you had lost. The memories were scattered across Inazuma, waiting for the moment they slipped your mind to bring you reeling back into the past.

Autumn leaves fell, surrounding your head like a halo. A white cat lingered around the Tenshukaku, waiting for its owner. Signs were pinned on the noticeboards, conversations penned from hands that were unable to continue them.

There were so many relics of the past that you could almost pretend it wasn’t true; that if you waited in your old meeting spot, the two of them would appear and greet you with open arms.

You could imagine Tomo, with his wide grins and bold words, loudly explaining the true meaning of eternity while strangers gave him odd looks.

You could imagine Kazuha quietly beside you, shoulders barely touching, silence only broken by the occasional haiku he had composed in his mind.

You could imagine them both, walking in step with you as you did your daily errands, warding away the crushing loneliness that threatened to destroy you.

Everyone met you with pity, even those who would get annoyed with your antics as children. They offered nothing but condolences for Tomo, and well-wishes for Kazuha. Some offered an ear to listen to your troubles, but you politely decline.

(It wasn’t as if they would ever understand how it felt to lose two thirds of your life.)

The constant eyes were tiring, so the beach became your safe haven. It was free from people, aside from the occasional couple looking to sneak off, or soldier patrolling the perimeter.

Kazuha always loved this spot. It was, in his words, a paradise of solitude, where nature could sit down and breathe.

Tomo wasn’t too fond of it, complaining about the uneven rocks and sand getting all in his clothes. Still, he would linger there with you both, watching the sky until the sun slipped out of your vision.

When the moonlight hits the water, you can lean back with closed eyes and almost hear Kazuha musing various verses about the way the light reflects the sky, while Tomo chuckles beside you, and it almost feels like nothing changed.

That's the funny thing about loss; it isn't made up of absence. You can still feel their presence as lucidly as you used to, it has just shifted from something tangible into something limited in the confines of your mind, and the fleeting moments of joy before you realize they're not there.

And as long as the sound of their laughter still lingers in the back of your mind, maybe you can forget that they're gone.

reblogs and comments are appreciated! ♡

[hxney-lemcn]

Dedicated To The One I Love — Connor x gn! reader

summery: A series of events that that reader and Connor share (a bunch of my daydreams put together somewhat poorly)

tw: Connor breaks in and reader freaks out (that one scene with Hank), mentions of alcoholism, mentions of death.

a/n: I'm not super proud of this but it's better than nothing I guess.

wc: 3.1k

Master List

Change is universal, inevitable. No matter how hard you try to push it away, to forget, change will always follow. Change can be slow, barely noticeable until you peer into hindsight. But it can also be fast, like a predator pouncing on its prey. 

We all experience change. From the clothes we choose to wear, to a star blinking out of existence. Growing up, my life wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t perfect either. I’ve experienced relative poverty, but also having unwavering support from family. I’ve experienced my mom choosing to nurse bottles of beer night after night, but I also witnessed her becoming sober. 

Change will happen. There is no stopping it, no matter how hard humans try. But it’s people's choices that decide what that change will become. Whether it’s a good or bad change, or possibly something that doesn’t fit in that binary. My mother has made many bad choices, but it was an opportunity to make me a better person. Showing me what not to do to better myself. 

But change will rock your boat. Like how my mom died suddenly, and I was put under the care of my estranged uncle. I suppose estranged is the wrong word. My mom and him were close. Until Uncle Hank lost his son. We tried to help, offer him support, but he pushed us away and turned to the bottle like my mother once did. So being under his care was like reliving those painful memories once more. 

This night seemed to be particularly bad. In my last year of college, I was exhausted half the time. Trying to find a job, an internship, something to help get me out of what’s become a hell hole to me. I didn’t blame Uncle Hank, I can’t imagine losing a child. Yes I lost my mom, but her death was more of just a bitter feeling. I stopped caring for her when I believed she chose her addictions over me, and when she died I was just learning to love her again. 

I was just on my phone, scrolling through social media before I turned in for the night. I felt myself calm when Uncle Hanks drunken shouts died down. I tried to ignore the sudden thud that soon followed, he probably passed out somewhere. I felt bad that I would avoid him, sober or not. But I don’t think I can handle looking him in the face. 

About twenty minutes later, the doorbell rang, making me jump out of my skin at the abrupt sound. My heartrate picked up, wondering who could be visiting us at night? I heard a muffled shout, barely making out what he was saying, I heard the work title of my uncle. I let out a sigh, getting slightly irritated as the person held the buzzer down for a ridiculously long time. I just turned back to my phone, maybe if no one answered he’d realize it was a lost cause? Was it someone from Uncle Hanks' work? Someone who was unhappy with his work? Rolling my eyes at the thought, I wondered who wouldn’t be unhappy with his work. Things seemed to be peaceful once more. Well until the sound of a window breaking made my heart leap to my throat. My heart hammered as I heard the same voice try to soothe Sumo. I stared at my phone. This is when I call emergency services right? 

I felt frozen as I heard the intruder shuffle and try to wake your uncle. Taking a deep breath, I dialed 911 and pressed the green call button before I could back down. Who knows what crazy person is in my house right now. 

“911 what’s your emergency?”

“There’s someone in my house,” I whispered, blood rushing past my ears. I slowly got off my bed, looking for a place to hide, but wasn’t overly cliche. 

“Do you know who it is?”

“No,” I replied. “They seem to know my uncle, Hank Anderson.”

“Are you and your uncle in a safe place?”

“I’m in my room,” I muttered, heart dropping as footsteps got closer to where I was. My eyes landed on my doorknob and I felt sick when I realized I didn’t even lock the fucking thing. “They’re coming-”

“Police are on the way,” The dispatcher alerted. “Please stay on the line, where’s your uncle?”

I quickly scurried under the bed, my breathing becoming erratic both from the small space of the underside of my bed, to how the footsteps stopped in front of my door. 

“Strange,” The voice muttered, muffled behind my door. “It says the call is coming from this room.”

“Where is your uncle?” The dispatcher kept repeating but I quickly hung up. He knew, he knew I was calling 911. He knew where I was. My eyes shut tight, small desperate tears falling down my face when the door opened slowly. The squeak of the door made my heart pump faster in anticipation. 

“Hello?” The man called out. I bit my lip, trying to stay as quiet as possible. “My name is Connor. Android sent by Cyberlife to assist with Lieutenant Anderson’s latest case. I apologize for scaring you.” 

Opening my eyes hesitantly, I couldn’t stop the scream that escaped me as our eyes met. Jump scare much? I scrambled out from under the bed, the claustrophobia finally getting the better of me. I leaned against the wall, taking deep breaths before finally getting a look at the intruder, only for my breath to be taken away once more due to the beauty of the man, or I suppose android, that stood in front of me. 

It wasn’t the best meeting of my uncles companion. Quite embarrassing actually. Especially when the next morning, he was sitting in the living room. I couldn’t help the double take I did, wondering if I should go back to my room or not. 

“Good morning,” Connor greeted before I could do anything. 

“Uh, good morning,” I greeted back, not sure what to do. I was somewhat confused. My uncle hated androids, so knowing he was working with one, no less letting one stay in his house, made me very confused. But instead of commenting on anything, I went to the kitchen. I decided to get myself something to drink, an excuse for leaving my room. I was too tired for this and I had to get ready for class. 

Begrudgingly, I sat down on the couch, hoping he wouldn’t start incessant small talk. I didn’t hate androids, quite the opposite actually. I found them very interesting. I wanted to know how they worked, what their programming looked like, how they managed to replicate the human body so well. Since I grew up somewhat poor, we never owned an android, not that I fully agreed with owning something that seemed so human anyways. So my interactions were limited. It never failed to amaze me how lifelike androids were, and Connor seemed to take the cake. 

His fingers tapped against his thigh, his gaze elsewhere. He looked so human, acted so human, the only reminder of him being an android was the spinning blue led on his temple. I wonder what he was thinking about, what he saw. 

“I apologize for scaring you,” Connor spoke up, brown eyes meeting mine. I looked away, the eye contact making me uncomfortable.

I couldn’t help the awkward smile that fell on my lips, “You’re still on that? Its okay, I probably should’ve answered the door anyways.”

“I should’ve done more research on Lieutenant Anderson,” Connor rebuttled. “I would’ve changed my approach if I knew he was housing another person.” I glanced at him and I couldn’t stop the genuine smile, his eyes held an innocence that made me completely forgive him for the absolute heart attack he put me through yesterday. 

“It’s kinda funny now that I think about it,” I chuckled lightly. 

Connor’s brows furrowed lightly, confusion splayed across his features, “How so?”

I opened my mouth to explain, but paused, not exactly sure how to explain it, “I guess cus the situation was so absurd? It’s not everyday you become an acquaintance of someone you called the cops on.” 

His led spun blue again, clearly thinking over my words, “I’m not sure I fully understand.”

I took a sip of my drink, not sure how I could make him understand, “I’m sorry, I’m not the best at explaining things.”

“It’s okay,” He replied, “Perhaps I will understand in the future.”

Checking the time, my eyes widened, wondering where all the time went. 

“Shoot,” I muttered, standing up quickly and rushing to my room. I got dressed as quick as I could before grabbing my bag. “Bye Connor,” I waved to him on my way out. His departing words faint as I was already trekking to my car. 

Soon, Connor became a comforting presence in the mornings. Once, I used to like getting ready alone, no one to bother me or make me cranky. But now…it was nice with Connor being there. In fact, I kinda looked forward to it. 

“Hm?” I hummed out confused as Connor placed toast in front of me on the coffee table. I looked up at him confused. 

“It is recommended for humans to eat a balanced meal in the morning,” Connor explained. “Unfortunately, I was unable to make anything but toast.”

I blinked, and suddenly I felt myself melt at the action. I smiled sheepishly, taking a slice, “Thank you Connor. This was nice of you.”

Every day Connor seemed to do something that would make my heart beat a little bit faster. I knew it was stupid. He was an android, he couldn’t feel, he didn’t care, he was only there to hunt deviants. 

So why did he slightly smile when I told the lamest joke in the world? Why did he scold me when I didn’t take care of myself? Why did I catch his stare lingering, or how he’d come to me with questions that others refused to answer? 

“I still don’t think our meeting is funny,” Connor said randomly one morning. I was currently house hunting. Having a steady income was a nice change of pace and I was excited to finally get a place of my own. 

I glanced up at him, “Oh?” 

Its been a few years since I met Connor and so much has changed. For one, androids had their freedom. Two, Connor ended up being my best friend, as he’d confide in me and I him. I had found a well paying job and things were finally looking up.

“In fact, I feel guilty when I think about it,” Connor frowned. His gaze fell on me, his eyes soft and he reminded me of a kicked puppy. “I wish I made a better impression.”

I rolled my eyes, “Connor, if anything, you made quite the impression. And besides, if I was really bothered by it we wouldn’t be friends now would we?”

“But-”

“No buts,” I interrupted. “People make mistakes, it’s apart of life. You grow, learn, and change from them. Besides, why don’t you apologize to uncle Hank about it? He’s the one that was really bothered by it.”

“Th-that’s different,” Connor rebuttled, leaning closer to me.

“How?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. 

“He’s not you,” Connor breathed out. 

There it was again. The common occurrence of my heart skipping a beat. Of my heart melting. Of me falling deeper than I already was. So deep in fact, that I’m not sure if I could crawl out of it anymore. The occurrence of Connor saying something so sickingly sweet that I was surprised my teeth didn’t fall out. Something so hopelessly romantic that I wanted to just confess all these overwhelming feelings. No matter how common this would happen, it would always leave me breathless, and a memory for me to rewind like a broken record. 

I wasn’t sure how to reply, wondering what he meant by that. Did he mean in the way I was currently hoping he did? Or was it just because we were close friends? Was I looking to much into things? Why did Connor seem so desperate in this moment?

Our eyes met intensely. His brown eyes searching deeply within my own. I felt a certain tension fall over the room, or was that just me? 

“Your special to me,” Connor confessed, saying my name in the same breath. “Different than anyone else I’ve met. You’ve cared for me, guided me, make me feel alive.” 

I stared at him with batted breath. I couldn’t believe my own ears. Was he…confessing? Do I…confess my own feelings? Did he understand the weight his words currently held? That he was currently cradling my heart in his hands, and could crush it without even realizing it? His sweet, brown eyes once again seemed to be searching for something. 

“Your special to me too, Connor” I whispered. “I’ve never felt as close to someone as I do you. I love making you laugh, even if my jokes are dog shit, I love seeing you smile, and I’m glad you trust me enough to confide even the smallest things.”

I thought I’d be anxious to confess my feelings outloud, but I felt at peace as his gaze was soft, dare I say adoring. 

“You got to be kidding me,” I heard uncle Hank grumble as he passed by the living room. “You got a room for a reason kid, take the cheesiness elsewhere.” 

I flustered, breaking the intense staredown Connor and I had held. 

Ever since that conversation, I noticed that Connor seemed to be more affectionate. His hand would brush mine more often when he’d hand me something. He’d hug me more often, arms lingering longer than normal. 

“Holy shit,” I grinned, eyes wide in disbelief. I just found a place and managed to buy it. I just had to give the down payment and I could move in right away. 

Energy buzzed through me and I left my room to find Connor. Uncle Hank sat on the couch, his drinking habits have improved significantly. Connor stood a little farther away, hunched over a stove. He’d taken up the hobby of cooking, in fact he would pout when he couldn’t cook me something or if I’d already eaten. 

I beelined towards the handsome android and hugged him from behind, “Guess what?”

“What?” Connor asked, cranning his neck to try and look at me. 

Letting go, I stepped beside him, “I got my own house!”

His smile fell, before retaining a clearly fake smile, “That’s amazing to hear. When do you move?”

“Probably in the next week or so,” I replied, for some reason feeling…guilty. 

His stare didn’t shift from the pan that sat ontop of the stove, his shoulders tense. I fidgeted with my fingers, unsure how to make the situation better. 

“I’m proud,” He muttered, the words sounding forced.

“It’s going to be hard to keep up with my payments,” I said without even thinking. My heart beat faster as I surmised that it was too late to back up now. “It’d be nice to have a roommate to help lighten the load.” 

I stared at the brown haired beauty from the corner of my eye as he seemed to piece together what I was hinting at. His gaze swept over to me and I almost choked at how hopeful he looked. 

“I-I could help,” Connor stuttered excitedly. “I make more than enough at the precinct now…a-and I don’t mind sharing a living space with you.”

He reminded me of a golden retriever with how he always seemed to try and please me. The thought made me swoon. And only made me double my efforts in showing him I cared as well.

“Okay than,” I nodded. “Hopefully uncle Hank won’t mind-”

“Please!” Hank exclaimed. “Get the hell out of my house so I can finally rest in peace.” 

Connor and I looked at each other before falling into a fit of laughter. 

“I suppose that answers that question,” I teased with a grin. “Better start packing mister, we’ve got a house to start decorating.” 

The sound of sizzling grew louder and Connor tried to save the meal he was making. Apologizing when it was burnt. 

I let out an exasperated sigh, trudging up to Connor who stared at me concerned from the couch. I laid down, resting my head on his lap, frowning in frustration. Today was just a bad day and I wanted to cling to the one comfort I found consistent. 

Connor didn’t hesitate to run his hand through my hair, soothing my touch starved self. I didn’t even realize I let out a hum of content at the contact. It was nice to share a space with Connor, not having to worry about uncle Hank walking around and making teasing comments. 

“I got you a surprise…” Connor trailed off, his nails scratching my scalp in a pleasing manner. 

“Is it a bad surprise?” I asked, wondering if he was buttering me up right now. 

“I think you’d enjoy it,” He hummed. I opened my eyes and met his loving gaze. 

“Do we have to get up?” I grumbled. 

His smile was so soft, I just wanted to lean up and kiss him. 

“I assure you it will be worth it.”

I froze when I heard a bark. I stared up at Connor in shock and he just gave me a smug grin. I scrambled up, running towards his room where the bark came from. I opened the door without second thought and a puppy barelled towards me, jumping up to meet me. A kitten trailed not too far behind, exploring the world around it. 

A giddy smile rested on my face as I sat on the ground and pet the puppy. Connor joined me, petting the kitten that sniffed at him curiously. When my gaze met Connor’s, my heart stuttered as he was already staring at me with that goofy grin of his. I lept at him, embracing him but also making us fall down, startling our pets. I squeezed him as tightly as I could, and he held me firmly as well. 

“I love you so much,” I confessed without even thinking. I froze, turning ridged in his hold. I tried to pull away but Connor only held me tighter. 

“I…love you too,” He breathed out, nuzzling his face into the side of my neck. 

Change will always happen. Where androids were once seen as emotionless slaves, they turned out to be complex beings, seeming more human than actual humans. When you thought that you’d never be close to an android, you ended up loving one. Things won’t always be perfect, as mistakes are a step of change, but as long as the intentions behind your choices are good, good is likely to follow. And you couldn’t be happier with the choices you made that led to this moment.

[helionpegasus]

Hi! Today I got a navel piercing and I couldn't help but wonder how the Bat-boys (especially Az, I don't have preferences, nooo) would react to their SO reader getting a piercing and if they'd also get one (even in an AU), and since I love the way you write, I wondered whether you'd be ok with writing something with this prompt, if it isn't a problem. I apologise if my English isn't perfect, but it isn't my first language 😅

Batboys reacting to you getting a piercing | Modern!AU

warnings: a bit suggestive and a lot of fluff <3

words count: 1042

author's note: i loved this req!!! first time writing for rhys and cass yayyy <3 and you don't need to apologize sweetheart, you're english is good :)

Rhysand

You were getting a nose piercing

You’ve been wanting to do it for a long time, and now you finally had the courage to

But you didn’t tell your boyfriend though

And your anxiousness was eating you alive

Will he like it? Is this change too much?

There’s no way back when you attend your appointment

The body piercer was lovely and calmed you down a bit

She kept saying that the jewel will suit you really well, and the most important was for you to like it

And you DID

Instant self esteem boost

You go to your apartment and get ready to meet Rhys

It was 'movie at home' day, the best way to spend the rest of friday.

"Darling? I brought the soda." Rhysand says once he got into the apartment.

"I'm in the kitchen!" You answered.

Back towards the entrance. You were concentrating on making guacamole and nachos, Rhys said he was craving Mexican food. You felt his arms circle your waist, head resting on your right shoulder.

"That looks delicious."

"Well, I hope it tastes as good as it looks." You both laugh.

"You're not looking at me, and haven't kissed me yet. Are you mad at something?" His voice is low, almost whispering. His thumbs caressing the skin in your waist softly.

"No!..." You laugh it off. "I was just concentrating on doing the food, I'm sorry." 

You turn around to face him. Your cheeks are already red from your nervousness, excited to see his reaction when he realizes the small change on your face.

"Darling…" Rhys hands go to cup your face, lifting it so you could be eyes to eyes with him. "And I thought you couldn't be more beautiful."

His lips met yours softly, careful so his nose didn't bump yours.

"You liked it?"

"You liked it?" He asked and you nodded your head. "My only complaint is not being able to kiss you furiously right now."

“Well, you can kiss me gently.” You circle your arms around his neck.

“And I’ll do it the whole night, darling.”

Cassian

When you first thought of getting the piercing you already talked to him

He loved the idea

Even more where the piercing was going

You made an appointment and asked him to come with you

His hands was caressing your the whole time to give you comfort

And he kept saying how gorgeous you will look with it

We all know Cassian is a breast man and no one can change my mind

So when you suggested a nipple piercing he gone feral 

He's doing everything in his power so you don't change your mind

He was more excited than you to see the results

"Cass, what if it hurts really bad?" You were anxious, never been really good at dealing with pain.

"It will probably hurt, my love. But you've been wanting it for a long time” He lands a kiss on the side of your head.

“You’re more excited than me, aren’t you?” You give him a side eye.

“Maybe. But that’s because you’re gonna look so pretty! Like, they’re already so pretty. But with the piercings? Gonna be another level of sexyness.”

You laugh at him, feeling so lucky to have such a supportive boyfriend.

The pain was less than you expected and the body piercer was really sweet to you the whole process. It was a woman, so Cassian didn't freak out with a man touching your body.

Both of you were already in the car going home, thinking about what to do for the rest of the day.

“I have to be careful now, huh?” He said looking at you in the red light.

“Yes baby, no feeding to you.” You mock him rolling your eyes.

“You know the best part of this?” He asks not looking at you, but with a smirk already in his lips. “You’ll be on top for quite some time.”

“That’s the best part? Not your girlfriend having prettier breasts for the rest of her life?”

“Oh my love, I thought about a lot of bestest parts. But I won’t be able to demonstrate any of them since those two are fully recovered.”

Azriel

Azriel is a man who worships his lover's body. Anyone is opposite to that??

Taking that into consideration. Anything you change he will love

If it’s in a place he can see it frequently? Head over heels

He made you know how bad he likes your body since the beginning of the relationship

So when you decided to do the navel piercing you were sure he would love it

When you go to your appointment, you already told him you were doing something

But didn’t told him what

So when you meet him later for a date it’s gonna be a big surprise

You see his broad shoulders once you step into the theater. There was a new movie out that both of you planned to watch since the first teaser.

With his back turned to you he didn’t see you approaching, only seeing you when you went to kiss his lips. His arms went to your back to press you against his chest like he does every time, but you stopped him.

“Not in the mood for PDA?” He asks you a bit worried.

“No! It’s just that it’s still hurting a little bit, so I’m trying to not put pressure on it.”

“What’s hurting? Are you hurt?” He put himself apart from you, scanning your body for any bruises.

Then he sees the delicate jewel on the top of your belly button, and his face lights up with a smile. Both of his hands go straight to your waists, like he’s holding the frame of a masterpiece.

“Sweetheart, that looks amazing! That’s what you were doing earlier?”

“Yes. I decided to make a surprise, did you like it? I’ll be only wearing crop tops for a while.” You said looking up at him, but his eyes fixed in your stomach.

“I loved it! You look so pretty. So that means no chocolate for tonight’s movie?” His eyes moved to look at yours, his thumbs gently caressing your exposed skin.

"Unfortunately. But we still can have ice cream!” 

[outsideratheart]

Green Dress (Alexia Putellas x reader)

WARNING: Smut🔞

A/N:  Are smutty sundays a things? Maybe they should be.

It was the morning on the Barcelona end of season awards. An event that would host both the men’s and women’s team as well as the higher ups who you had named the suits. 

Despite knowing about this event for the past month Alexia still found herself traipsing the streets of Barcelona as she tries to find the perfect outfit. With every shop she enters her patience grows thinner and thinner whilst her sister Alba seems to be in her element. 

“Alba” Alexia grabs her sister’s wrist preventing her from going into another shop “I’m done, no more, I have plenty to choose from in my wardrobe” 

Now whilst this was true, Alexia did want to find something special, a dress that was sure to leave you speechless. 

“Y/N suggested this one” Alba says knowing the power that you name held. 

The team did not know about your relationship with the captain but her sister and mother both knew after a poorly timed visit to Alexia house. 

“Fine, one more” Alexia begins wondering why you choose this shop and why you felt the need to tell Alba bout it. 

The two sisters scanned each manakin and did two laps of the high end shop before the assistant made herself known.

“Miss Putellas” 

“Yes” both women’s answer simultaneously. 

“Alexia Putellas” the assistant confirms. 

The Ballon d’Or winner takes a small step forward “that’s me”. 

“Y/N Y/L/N came in here earlier and picked out a dress for you. She told me that you would be struggling so she wanted to help. I have hung the dress in the changing room furthest on the right” the shopping assistant points towards the hall at the back on the shop. 

Alexia turns to look at her sister who already has a huge grin on her face. 

“One more thing, she asked me to give this too you” 

The assistant hands alexia a small envelope and upon seeing that Alexia is about to open it in the middle of the shop, she add further instructions. 

“She said you need to read it in private. Once you have seen the dress” 

Alexia wonders for moment. Why in private? What did it say? Had the woman read it? She feels her cheeks heat up within seconds, a mixture of excitement and embarrassment. 

Once in the cubicle she sees the dress, it was her in a nutshell. It is green, low cut, silk and shows just enough leg. 

After seeing it, she opens the card. 

Mi Amor, I can only imagine how breathtaking you would look in this dress. When I saw it I knew it was made for you. Tonight I will admire you from afar knowing that when we get home I will be the one to strip you of this fabric. 

Te quiero mucho, see you soon. 

Hours passed and soon enough it was time to go to the awards show. You arrived alone whilst Alexia had texted you to say that she and Jenni were riding together. 

Seeing her enter the large room, it was like everyone else disappeared. You had tunnel vision and the only thing you could focus on was Alexia. As you suggested, she was wearing the green dress you picked out and she shot your expectations out of the water. You bite your lower lip as you begin thinking about what will happen in a few hours when it is just the two of you, Alexia looked good in the dress but you couldn’t wait to see her without it on. 

“Careful, you will draw blood” Mapi says. 

In a matter of seconds the table had filled up, much to your displeasure this meant that Alexia would not be on your table. You are however join by Mapi, Ingrid, Frido & her partner, Marta and Caro. 

“Careful Mapi or the whole table will find out how you fucked Ingrid in the shower last week” you say through gritted teeth in attempt to keep the new couples sexual escapades a secret. 

Mapi is thrown off by your comment, you can tell that she is thinking whether of not you are bluffing. Her face tells you that she doesn’t plan on backing down.

“I didn’t think of you as a beggar Maria” 

Both player’s eyes widen. Mapi is about to retaliate, that is until Ingrid covers the defenders mouth with her hand.

Alexia feels your eyes on her from across the room and when she finally finds you in the crowd, the look on your face makes her forgot about the insecurities she felt whilst getting ready. 

You know that you cannot get up to greet the captain without raising questions. Whilst you and Alexia spent a lot of time together there is no way that you getting up just to greet her would go unnoticed so instead you bide your time and settle with admiring her from a distance. 

A little while later you are at the bar talking with Xavi, the manager of the mens team. Although your focus is soon redirected when you see Alexia behind him ordering drinks. She gives you look before turning around so that you can admire her from behind. 

She knew how to rile you up.

“Ay diós mío” you mumble to yourself. 

You admired Xavi, as a player he was extraordinary and as a manager he has changed the mens team but in this moment you couldn’t care less about what he is saying. 

“Excuse me, I am being summoned” he says as he pats your shoulder. 

Now you were finally able to be with the person that had been occupying your mind since she walked in. 

“Alexia Putellas, you take my breath away” you whisper in her ear from behind. You don’t move away, you stay there in that position and you hear Alexia’s breath hitch as she feels your breath on her skin. 

“With the way you looked at me when I walked in I’m surprised you didn’t expose us there and then” Alexia says half jokingly knowing how much will power it must have taken for you to remain in your seat. 

She turns to face you, a smile of satisfaction spread across her face.

“Trust me baby, no one is more surprised than me but I respect that you are not ready for people to know about us even though I do find it very hard at times” 

With a knowing look in her eyes Alexia seizes this moment and chooses to tease you in front of every one given that you can’t do anything about it. 

“I know you do. When I put this dress on I thought about you”

You raise your eyes playfully at her insinuation. 

“I thought why would Y/N pick this dress. Is is because of the low cut front” Alexia slips the material to the side revealing her black lace bra. 

Jesus, what was this woman trying to do to you. 

“Or could you have been thinking about the length of this dress and how high it is on my thigh” she lifts the bottom of the dress ever so slightly but she knows it is enough when she looks into your eyes and they are dark with hunger. 

Alexia’s eyes widen as you move closer to her, fearing that you will expose your relationship. You are inches away from her lips before you change course, reaching behind her taking a drink the bartender had made you. 

“I promised that I would keep our secret but I have my limits and you are dangerously close” it was a warning and the tone of your voice let Alexia know that you weren’t joking. 

Without saying another word you returned to your table. Sitting down you are tenser than before and your mind is only is able to focus on one thing meaning that the conversations taking part around room are simply background noise. 

Out the corner of your eye you see Marta stand up, moving so she is sat on the other side of Caroline. 

When Alexia pulls herself in she makes the extra effort to move her chair as close to yours as possible. 

“Close enough?” You ask her. 

“No” Alexia replies loud enough so that only you can hear her. 

You listen as Alexia’s converses with your friends. You have tried to join in several times only one person could keep your attention and she wasn’t even trying. Alexia rubs her legs against yours and the minor touch is enough to arouse you.  

If Alexia wanted to play then you would show her who out of the two you would leave the night victorious.

You place your hand on her knee and you hear Alexia inhale deeply as she listens to Caro talk about a restaurant she and Marta went to earlier on in the week. You begin extending then retracting you fingers causing Alexia to shiver at the touch. 

Then as slowly as possible you begin moving higher up the captain’s thigh. Alexia could feel her skin burn as you got closer to the hem of her dress. 

You glance around to make sure no one is looking before continuing. Your hand travels under her dress, inching closer to her core and the you abruptly stop making Alexia turn to you in frustration. 

Her eyes are pleading for you to continue. The thought of not know how far you will go is turning her on. 

“Why’d you stop?” Alexia asks. 

“Wouldn’t want them to find out now would we?” You use Alexia’s wishes against her. 

Jenni gets your attention from across the table, bringing you and Alexia out of the little world you had created for yourself in the moment of lust and hunger. 

“Y/N—“ 

“I’ll be right back Jenni, I need to use the bathroom” you excuse yourself from the table but not without giving Alexia a knowing look. 

You are in the bathroom all of 2 minutes before Alexia comes in. 

“Lock the door” you say and it is more of a demand that a question. 

Alexia recognises your tone although she could count on one hand how many times she had heard it in public. 

A smug smirk pulls at your lips as Alexia does as she is told. 

You stalk towards her and with every step you took forward, she took one back until she felt her back hit the cold wall, she was out of options whilst you had many. 

You begin eagerly kissing Alexia who responds immediately, her arms wrap around your neck pulling you closer. You trail kisses from her earlobe, down her chest and you open the front of her dress as you focus on her cleavage before making your way back up to her neck, settling on one of her sensitive spots whilst making sure not to leave any marks. Looking up you see Alexia’s head back, eyes close and you smile knowing that this is only the beginning of what you have planned for her. 

You waste no time as you quickly nudge Alexia’s feet apart. You hand travels from her thigh to her centre. 

“Y/N” Alexia places her hand on your chest, pushing you away ever so slightly. 

“You want me to stop?” 

Unable to say the words out loud Alexia just nods.

“Now would a good time for you to remember where my hand is. You’re not in control here Alexia, I am, and you know that you want me to continue, listen to your body” 

You pull you hand away and Alexia groans in frustration. 

“You’re right. Don’t stop” your girlfriend caves. 

You crash your lips into Alexia’s, chuckling slightly when you feel how wet she is. 

Your rub her clit with your thumb and one finger teases its way into her wetness, you are barely sliding into her when you hear her moan with both pleasure and frustration. 

“Don’t tease” Alexia whines. 

“It’s not nice, is it?” You stop your motion making sure that shows knows who is in control. 

“I won’t do it again” caught up in the bliss, Alexia lies through her teeth, both you and her know it. 

“Liar. Listen to me when I say you and your body are mine Alexia, the only person I need to know this is you” 

Alexia head dips back in pleasure and a quiet moan leaves her mouth when your finger enters her but it isn’t enough. 

“Another. Pl— please Y/N” she begs for more. 

You begin setting the pace with your fingers, starting slow knowing that it would drive her wild before picking up the speed as your movements intensify. Alexia bucks her hips trying to get as much friction as possible. You keep a steady rhythm and when you feel Alexia’s legs start to shake you know that she is close. 

“I’m close Y/N” Alexia mumbles. 

“I know” you say rather confidently. 

Alexia’s walls tighten around your digits, backing up her claim that she is close to her climax. You curl your finger hitting her g-spot and a loud moan escapes her lips. She quickly covers her mouth but it it pointless and the sound is like music to your ears, you wouldn’t never get sick of it. 

As if possible, her eyes darken more when she watches your suck her juices off your fingers. 

You go into the cubicle, getting some tissue so that you can clean her up. Alexia watches as you bend down and you lift her dress up. 

Tentatively you clean her up and being this close you cannot help but tease her more. You kiss each side of her thigh then place one on her centre, the latter lingering a little longer.

Alexia eyes you, hoping that you go further but her face soon changes when you stand up so that you are eye level with her. 

“You don’t play fair” 

“I’m only thinking of you” 

Alexia’s brows furrowed in confusion. If you really were thinking of her you wouldn’t have stopped. 

“You could barely control yourself when I used my fingers. We both know how loud you get when I fuck you with my tongue” your voice is laced with smugness and you can only imagine how cocky you must look. 

She doesn’t argue though because she knows you are right. 

You kiss her quickly before moving to the sink. You look at Alexia through mirror. You don’t break eye contact as you wash your hands. You know your lips are slightly swollen and you see Alexia running a finger over hers, she must be thinking the same thing. 

Once your hands are dry you straighten out your dress before unlocking the door. You pause, your hand still on the handle whilst the door remained closed. 

Turning around, you kiss her one last time and you’re not shocked when Alexia deepens the kiss, her tongue on your lips as she waits for entry. You give it to her only to pull away within seconds. 

You cup her face with your hands. Moving your thumb over her lips. Alexia closes her eyes as she melts into your touch. 

“They don’t have to know as long as you know that you are mine” your voice is full on conviction. 

“I’m yours” Alexia has never been more certain of anything in her life. 

You are about to open the door when you turn to face her. 

“Wait a few seconds” You tell her. 

Alexia nods “Right, wouldn’t want people to get suspicious” 

“No Alexia. You still have that just fucked look on your face” 

[barbwritesstuff]

I’ve played Blood Moon like 50 times now, and I was in serious withdrawals for your writing so I decided to give Thicker Than a try. It’s scratching the itch but I can’t help but notice how different Thicker Than feels? Like, when you start Blood Moon you’re with Marco! Your best friend! And you immediately return to your pack, who is there for you no matter what and understands what you are and what you’re going through. There’s no need to be defensive or on guard, although the world outside is cruel here you are safe and loved.

Playing Thicker Than after that just feels…. lonely. You have all this power, but you can’t trust anyone. You begin the game alone and you feel alone the whole time, no matter how many allies you make. Werewolves are never really alone, because they always have the pack in their corner. Vampires can be in a room full of other vampires and still be so alone. And then something hit me:

This must have been how my baby Carrie felt 😭😭😭😭😭

I'm sorry the vampires in my world don't do packs or family units the way the werewolves do.

Vampire culture is much more individualistic, where they prioritise the self over the whole and exist in social systems designed to squeeze value out of others (even especially other vampires). Vampires often very quickly become very anti social (in the medical sense) after turning because empathy/compassion would hinder their ability to hunt. They also tend to be very selfish and opportunistic which is also why they're so political. They don't approach problems with 'what's the best way to solve this' rather they think 'what can I get out of this'... which is why they let Blackwell get destroyed by the wolves. If the entire Night Court stuck together, they could've easily destroyed the pack... but why would they do that? What's in it for them? Blackwell couldn't answer these questions, so he died.

Werewolf culture is much more collaborative. They work together like a big (and yes, often messy) family, and tend to organise in ways that prioritise the good of the group rather than the individual. That's why the Alpha has to make a promise to each pack member before becoming the Alpha. The Alpha serves the pack as much as the pack serves the Alpha. This works because they are small family groups (typically less than 50 to a pack) and it is still very much not a perfect system... but it is much more about mutual benefit, trust, and love rather than the self.

Why have I written my world this way? Is it just because I think vampires in media are often feudal and/or capitalistic parasites and that aspect of them goes woefully under explored? Well... yes. I think that's exactly it.

I've used werewolves to reflect some (what I think) very positive aspects of humanity. Love, togetherness, unity, etc. I'm using vampires to contrast that.

In Thicker Than you can play into this premise and become a vampire similar to Blackwell... or try to change and to become something better... or go the other way and become something much, much worse.

Anyway, sorry for rambling. We write about ourselves and our politics, whether we want to or not, and that's what I think is going on here with me and the contrast between the two games.

Also, yes, you're totally right in regards to Carrie. This is the environment she grew up in (while also dealing with the trauma of losing her family). Is it any wonder she has trust issues?

Also (I'm rambling, I'm so sorry) I hope your allies in Thicker Than start to feel more like friends as the game goes on. I understand everything is very fraught right now... but I hope I can make them feel more 'on your side' as the game goes on.

[whatsa-bi-as]

first time

GN!reader x Haku Shota (Soul)

song; first time - Hozier

plot; a young couple talks about whether it would be worth trying again to make a relationship work

genre; angst

warning; none - let me know if I've missed any

word count; 1.4K

networks; @kflixnet and @k-labels

proofread; by the wonderful @gyumibear go check them out they've been a lot of help!!

a/n; I'm thinking of doing some stuff inspired by songs and this was kind of a test run :)

masterlist is here

“Do you think that this could have worked? You and me?”

It was a risky question, but one you hadn’t been able to get out of your head for weeks. It was eating you up inside, and if you didn’t ask it now, you probably never would. The silence that followed filled the air around the both of you and it was deafening.

“I don’t know. I mean, we tried. We tried twice, and Keeho always says 'third times the charm'. So maybe we would, maybe we wouldn’t.”

This was your ex-boyfriend, but your first love. This was the boy you had loved with all your heart, the boy you had watched grow into who he is now, the boy you had always supported with everything you could give.

“One of my mates tells me about this philosophical idea she read about. She thinks it’s just to make people have hope that things could have turned out differently. It’s the idea that there are different versions of people in different universes. ”

He smiled, but he didn’t say anything. He just let you keep talking and listened to you, like he always had, whether you were together or not.

“Which means that in one universe there's a version of us that never met, in another you were always my best friend but nothing more, and in some far off universe it worked out the first time. We never had to wonder if it would work because we… we knew we’d be together forever.”

“So we’re in the one where we tried, but it never happened.”

“Pretty much, yeah. That sucks, doesn’t it. Out of all the universes to be in, we got this one.”

He took a second to think about it. The idea of alternate universes was a lot to take in, especially when it was randomly presented to you late on a Wednesday night.

“What do you think we’re like in that last universe, the one where we never broke up? Do you think we call each other every night and put our beds together in Minecraft?”

You couldn’t quite tell if he was joking or not, but that was typical of him, always trying to make you laugh, even in the middle of a semi-serious conversation. Once he told you that he did that because he thought your smile was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, and deep down you still hoped that was the case.

“I like to imagine that we’re planning our future. I’m stressed about university applications and you're telling me to relax, that I’ll be fine. We’re also bickering over what colour the rug should be in the living room because you think it's the perfect shade, but I am convinced that it’s too dark for the colour palette we chose.”

“If we would bicker over anything, it would be over what mugs we have on the side and which ones go in the cupboard. You want the ones we use everyday to be on display and I think that glass ones would go better with the decor."

You could picture that argument, and try as hard as you might that one did make you laugh.

“That's the only right answer! It’s not only practical, but a house isn’t a home unless you add some personality to it, and what better way to do that than with mugs!”

“I guess one thing that doesn’t change between that universe and this one is that I know you better than you know yourself.”

The wind was not the only thing that sent a shiver down your spine. It was the fact that he was right, this boy could read you like a book, you didn’t have to say anything for him to know that you were upset, or happy, or stressed, just anything. He always knew exactly what to say or do, and although you used to love that about him, now it just leaves a bittersweet taste in your mouth.

“It's way too cold for us to be out this late.” He stood up and held out a hand to help you up. “Let’s get you home.”

“Do we have to go just yet?”

This night felt perfect. It was like a bubble had formed over the two of you, blocking out any fear and anxiety, but you knew that the moment you walked through your front door, you’d have to deal with all of it.

“You hate the cold. I’m honestly surprised you’ve lasted this long without complaining.”

You just looked up at him silently pleading for him to say no. For him to sit next to you again.

“We can walk slowly, but it’s late, it’s dark and it’s cold, so I’m walking you home whether you like it or not. And I’m not taking no for an answer, so..."

This was a situation you’ve been in before. He's not going to give in. You wouldn’t either if it was the other way around, so you take a deep breath and take his hand. The feeling sends a sense of nostalgia and hope deep into your soul. There's something about holding his hand that just feels right, like it was made to fit in yours.

The walk starts off in silence, the previous conversation soaking in like winter rain into a jumper. It was comfortable but as you got closer to your house and the seconds began to tick away, there was so much that you had to say, but so little time.

Passing the bench where you spent plenty of late nights when you first started dating you just let it out. All the things you'd been meaning to say over the last few years came out all at once.

“I did love you, you know. Sometimes it's hard for me to realise that I love people because in some ways it just comes so naturally. I know I love my family and my friends, because I mean that's a given, but when it comes to like, romantic love, that's a bit harder to realise. I don’t think I truly realised I loved you until I knew it would never be the same again. You’d never put your arm around me while we talk to our friends, you'd never pick me up for late night snack runs, or send me stupid pictures when I’m having a bad day, and I really, really miss that. I miss you.”

“You love me?”

“I did.”

“Do you still love me?”

“I think a part of me always will. You were my first love. I don’t think I’ll ever stop loving you completely.”

“You were my first love too.”

You had reached your front door. The night was over. You had said everything you wanted to say, so nothing should really stop you back from going inside. You weren’t together, in theory you owed him nothing.

In reality, this boy was the first one to hold your heart in his hands and try his hardest not to let it break. He was your first love and it felt impossible to leave him. His hand in yours warmed your heart more than any blanket ever could. It just felt right to be with him, but you had to leave. This doesn’t work and as painful as it is, you just have to admit it. It would be for the best if you could find the strength to turn away.

Instead, you just look at him, admiring how his eyes shine like the stars, how he’s so young but already has laugh lines, and he doesn’t care because it means he’s lived a happy life. He was perfect, and the fact that it wasn’t meant to be broke your heart into smaller and smaller pieces every time you thought about it.

He was the one who broke the silence first.

“Can I kiss you? One last time to say goodbye?”

“Yes. Yes, you can.”

Breaking apart neither of you really knew what to say. You were both so different from the people you were when you first met, but the moment after you broke away it was as if nothing had changed. You were back to being those nervous kids again, whose cheeks got warm every time you held hands because it was all so new.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Shota.”

[quetzalpapalotl]

If you would be interested in talking about it I would love to know- how do you think IDW1 OP feels about the way Shockwave surgically altered him to carry the Matrix? It's such a wild note to me (both in what it implies about the Matrix and the whole idea of the "chosen leader" being something everyone in power understands you have to artificially construct, and in the sense of how OP understands his duty as a Prime because of it).

I'm always interested in talking about this disaster of a man, thank you.

This ended very long, I went on many tangents and for that I'm sorry, but I hope it does answer your question. Since this is about how I read OP I focused more on his character in the comics as a whole rather than what the authors were thinking.

First, I personally don't think that being altered to have a Matrix compartment really makes any difference on whether one can actually carry the Matrix. It makes it easier, but the Matrix still has a morality lock that a frame modification is not gonna pass. But then again, the morality lock doesn't end up mattering and it doesn't make the Primacy any less of a construct, but we'll get back to that.

Now, we can guess that despite having multiple Prime candidates, Orion was Shockwave's favorite. Shockwave calls him his brightest hope and entrusts him to Zeta in case anything happens to Shockwave. Yet there's a lot Shockwave didn't tell Orion, he didn't tell him about Zeta, he didn't tell him about the other candidates. He did the noncon body modification and is overall an extremely shady dude. But Orion has no distrust of him. Shockwave sort of acts like he expects Orion to rise up to do what Shockwave needs when he asks for it and Orion is perfectly willing to do it (as Roller calls out).

This makes sense, OP is a character who very badly wants to believe in Goodness, Hope, Sugar and Spice and Everything Nice, more than he actually believes in it. In a way, he's playing fake it till you make it with reality and he reacts very intensely whenever the world disappoints him. This leads to him being either very trustful or very cynical depending on the person and situation.

Orion was a very privileged kind of naive. He thought the world was fundamentally good, that all you have to do to stop bad things is to stop the wrongdoers and that everything can be solved through the right channels. His encounter with Megatron shatters this image and makes him realize that he actually doesn't know how the world works.

To this Shockwave presents himself, he genuinely wants to help Cybertron, he understands that which Orion doesn't (Orion directly compares him to Megatron on this) and Shockwave has the idea that to fix the planet they just have to put the right person in power, Shockwave is still working with the system. The last point means that change can come peacefully, which is perfect as Orion wants to avoid a violent revolution (he has ideas on who's allowed to use violence). Shockwave presents himself as the solution to Orion's firts major moral crisis, so it's really no wonder that Orion clings to him so badly.

(Side note, but Shockwave seems to be winging his whole plan. It's unclear if he found out Nominus' Matrix was a fake before Sentiel and Proteus, but he didn't bring that up in CT. So if he ever thought it was real, was his plan to kill Nominus and shove the Matrix in OP's chest hoping it would take? Was that why he had multiple candidates? After he found out he was fake, was he planning on finding the real Matrix or also use a fake? Probably whichever was more viable)

Orion himself never shows any interest in becoming Prime, never even talks about the possibility. He seems just willing to go along with it because he's willing to go along with whatever Shockwave says. He insists to Roller that he's not with Shockwave because he singled him out (tho, I think he certainly likes Shockwave's attention). And after Shockwave dies in spirit, and someone else he trusted shows up to take the Primacy, Orion is happy to go along and serve under him.

(There is a version of events where OP ends up being Shockwave's puppet Prime which makes me insane to think about)

That's right! It's time to talk about IDW1's most important character!! This was a trap!!

Zeta fills in the gap Shockwave left in Orion's life, and he even actually ends functionism!!! (officially that is), so he seems like the right person to put all his hopes in. Despite this, he isn't Shockwave, Orion is not as taken by him and does bring up the fact that this Matrix and Primacy thing is made up to him.

What I want to highlight here is that Zeta not only admits to Orion that the matrix and the primacy are symbols to be used for control, but he also calls Orion himself a symbol, even before he becomes Optimus (but in a way, progressing the path Shockwave put him in by trying to make him a Prime). Zeta jumpstarts OP's mythification by using his image for propaganda.

Orion at first doesn't think that this is very cash money, but on top of being desperate to believe in someone, this questioning happens at the same time that he loses his faith in the Decepticon due to the other stuff happening. So out of good options (at least form his POV), he decided that hey, maybe Zeta has a point. Maybe we can use the symbols for good, since things are such chaos otherwise. And even tho he would later disown Zeta, I think he still learned to wrong lesson from him.

So, Zeta turns out to suck massively, he aids in killing him, Megatron shoots him in the back and he finds the real Matrix. After things didn't work out with the 3 dudes Orion had put his hopes in, it seems that now Optimus has to embody his own values himself. But out of those 3 Shockwave didn't let him down willingly, I think Optimus still wants to pay respect to his memory and their dream. And besides, because OP is prone to question all his life choices and will spent the rest of his life struggling to give up control, I think he does wonder that maybe things wouldn't have gone so far if, instead of blindly trusting Zeta, he had become Prime from the beginning as Shockwave wanted.

Now we know from the end of Mtmte that the Matrix' morality lock reacts to your own feeling. Someone like Rodimus who wanted to prove himself felt good bonding with the Matrix because that's what he expected. Optimus feels pain, he feels the fear of war in all Cybertronians, he calls him a warning about responsibility. This all reflects what Optimus himself thinks of responsibility: that is a burden.

When OP finds the Matrix he was feeling guilty over having followed Zeta, over having let things get this bad. But OP's idea of making amends is to take on more responsibility. Every time he tries to step down he ends up coming back because he feels that's what he has to do. So it's really not so much that because the Matrix choose him that he has to become Prime, but rather that because he can use this power he has to. He morally obliged to do so because what's happening is his fault. Besides, he was already the leader of the Autobot forces going into battle against Megatron (even tho in Autocracy he also acts like a regular cop, this is a mess, but let's roll with it) so this is still his duty. And what's he gonna do? Not try to stop Megatron? (Optimus is someone cannot stay still, but his repertoire of solutions is lacking). He not only chooses to use the literal and symbolic power of the Matrix, but he also chooses to become a symbol himself, one that's supposed to embody all the good in the world. (And this is also part of why he always comes back, he made himself too big on an idea to be able to just fade)

But it is a choice, even if Optimus doesn't think he has a right to refuse. OP always frames everything he does as a choice (at least in retrospective, he can go "you leave me no choice" in the moment). So if it's something that Shockwave wanted him to do, he still did it willingly. This sense of hyperresponsability also has OP never consider himself a victim, he doesn't tend to emphasize the ways in which he has been hurt, he never ever talks about how Zeta used him and lied to him (he has no right, he hurted people). So this aspect of him is why I think he doesn't acknowledge Shockwave violated his bodily autonomy. Shockwave saved him from the Senate, repaired him and made the modifications for the greater good. So really, OP was harmed and is fine.

Anyway, even tho, OP was indeed technically "chosen" by the Matrix, he still sees the whole thing as much of a construct as Zeta's Primacy. He has respect for the Matrix, he knows it can create life, it saved him from death, it gave him a vision and there's all the powers he would use later. Still, he doesn't think it's actually divine or that bonding with it makes him that special. During the course of the war he has made far more use of the Matrix' symbolic power than of its practical uses. (Including saying that the Matrix is giving him a vision to get out of situations dhasgdkjashdas I love that)

(And he's not wrong about the Matrix not making you special. Mtmte shows us that anyone can open it under the right mindset. And even if Zeta, Sentinel and Nominus never carried the real thing, Nova did, so I wouldn't argue it is a good judge of character)

Optimus doesn't feel super comfortable using the idea of the Matrix this way, but this is far from the only and/or worse morally dubious strategy he pulls out for the greater good. He kinda goes back and forth between paying lip serive to the idea that he's Just A Dude, and using the Matrix as an ID card. Until we get to Combiner Wars and onwards where OP is fully, shamelessly cashing on the religious clout of being Prime. But he also seems so struggle managing this internally in that he tries to not buy his own hype but it does get to his head sometimes.

Also, there's something funny going on in that Optimus' Autobots don't seem to have any formally institutionalized religion. I mean, Optimus had authority before the Matrix and I don't recall any official statemen in the Autobot code or anything that the Matrix means one is Primus' chosen and that's who the leader is (Bee could be voted into position, and Optimus stll considered Bee the leader when he got it the matrix back even if he did undermine him). Now the idea certainly exists and I don't doubt it what used for propaganda, but Autobots seem to be left to their own devices in matters of faith and everyone has their own beliefs.

But even if not everyone thinks that Optimus' is Primus' chosen exactly, the idea that the Matrix is... something and that it choosing Optimus means he is special is certainly the prevalent notion. In this sense, the Matrix becomes part of Optimus' mythos rather than the other way around. Optimus idealization is so real it causes people to develop delusions. And Optimus himself doesn't do much to avoid this. Sure, this kind of thing is often beyond one's hands, especially when you're one of the few people who can go toe-to-toe with Megatron (who also mythicized himself), but even if he denies being special when asked directly (which is usually to his closer friends who already idealize him less than the average bot), I doubt he has ever gone on official record like "My fellow Autobots, the Matrix doesn't mean shit". On the most charitable of takes, this kind of thing serves for morale, which would be needed when battling a figure like Megatron.

So Optimus is always under the shadow of himself. An idea he created from the dregs of a rotten legacy that he has to live up to because it's his duty to do so, because he can't not do anything and this is what he knows what do to. And this all ties back to Barber's broader themes of symbols, stories and Optimus as an idea as well as a person. And as we know, the ultimate conclusion Optimus reaches is that yeah, no, the Primacy cannot be salvaged, no one should have that much power regarldess of intentions, it needs to die so Cybertronians can move on, so he takes it to the grave with him.

[lunerna21]

Moonlight Adoration (Jamil Viper x MC)

Jamil Viper x MC

By: Lunerna21

Side Note: (Bold: Jamil, Italic: MC, Both: Jamil + MC) Enjoy! ❤️

You dusted off your hands, glimpsing around, satisfied with the finished outcome of the lounge. Finally, after Crowley gave you numerous tasks and jobs and took practically every moment of your freedom, you had a weekend off. And after working several hours to complete your assignments and projects, you were officially caught up. Thank heavens.

A weekend to sit back, unwind, and enjoy yourself. The weather was supposed to be perfect, and Grim had noted he would spend time with Ace and Deuce on some missing assignments. Which meant no babysitting the three of them and whatever they might plan. Even the ghosts unexpectedly visited some of their families outside Night Raven College.

It was a weekend well deserved. Nothing was going to stop you from enjoying it.

You relaxed against the cushion, marveling at the spotless and immaculate lounge. Now you could sit back, read a book, or even go for a pleasant stroll. Anything would've been a lovely change of pace.

You had yet to remember the last time you weren't off or busy doing something for Crowley on the weekend. It was great spending time with the others, but you also loved having time to yourself. 

You sat up to glance at the clock, only 12:30 pm. You could whip up a quick lunch and sit to catch up on some reading.  

Your phone shakes in your pocket, checking it. You unlocked your phone, noticing Cater, Lilia, and Kalim posing for a pic from the Pop Music Club. They must've had another concert during the week. Shame that you had to miss it.

While scrolling through the photos, you lingered on one of Kalim and Jamil. Kalim looked cheerful and innocent with his giant grin. Jamil looked as if he was enduring being dragged out by Kalim. 

Jamil. One of the many vice house wardens who was invariably relied on for virtually anything. They accepted any burden without asking questions, whether insignificant or substantial. 

That also fell onto Jamil. After his overblot, he pledged to restore his reputation at the school, and it was pleasant to see a different side of Jamil that was his authentic self. Not the person who would hand away opportunities because of his status or suppress  himself behind another front.

Still, it did sadden you to see Jamil bearing on whatever mishaps Kalim was thrown into or initiated. But it only partly prevented how often it still occurred. Kalim had become more mindful of how Jamil should be regarded and, without a doubt, adjusted his habits.  

But of course, Kalim has his moments.

Maybe you would stop by the dorm and see how they were doing. It was relaxing spending time in Scarabia, and you wouldn't mind visiting how things were going.

And, of course, to lessen Jamil of his endless tasks.

You pulled up Kalim's contact and prayed stopping by would be fine. After a bit, the phone picked up." Hey, Hey (y/n)! It's good to hear from you!" Kalim answered with his hyperactive style. "Hey, Kalim! Are you guys doing anything today? I was wondering if I could come over and hang out for a bit?" You asked. 

"Yeah, I don't mind! We can parade through the desert, eat fruit and ice cream, and—!"

"Kalim, who're you talking to?"

You heard Jamil through the phone, praying that anything would persuade Jamil to permit you to come over. "It's (y/n)! She was asking if it was okay to come over." Kalim answered. Jamil hesitated a beat before asking for the phone.

You were slightly panicked, comprehending he questioned why you offered to come over. What could you offer him? Food to feed Kalim? Spend some time with Kalim so he has time to be alone? It needed to be more believable. Truthfully, you wished to spend more time with Jamil and learn about himself that he had suppressed for so long.

"Prefect? What do you want?" Jamil questioned bluntly. Of course, Jamil drove straight to the point.

"Hi, Jamil. I don't mean to bother you; I was wondering if it was okay if I came by for a bit." You replied, yet it sounded hesitant and frail. Yikes, way to go with sounding convincing (y/n).

"I'm presuming that would include Grim as well?" You laughed a bit, Jamil making it painfully apparent why he asked.

"No Grim this time. I just finished cleaning Ramshackle dorm, so I wanted to see if you wanted any assistance with cleaning or chores." Jamil paused over the phone, and your uncertainty grew.

"A-And, of course, spend time with both you and Kalim! If that's okay, of course…." you trailed off, subconsciously holding your breath. You heard a deep sigh on the other line before Jamil spoke again.

"That's fine. As long as I don't have to babysit you along with Kalim." Thank god he agreed! You bounced up and down ecstatically.

"Perfect! I mean, you won't have to worry about me; I'll be glad to give you a hand with anything. Do you need me to get anything before I head over?"

"I'll text you what I need. Be prepared for whatever tasks I may have you do."

~~~~~~

"C'mon inside! It's great to have you here today, (y/n)!" Kalim welcomed you as you strode into Scarabia's lounge. Jamil sat on one pillow near the table, scanning what seemed like a checklist.

"Thanks for letting me come over." You smiled at Kalim, your gaze shifting to Jamil as you beamed at him. He nodded, standing up.

"So you were cleaning Ramshackle dorm earlier? And by yourself?" Jamil spoke up as he held the checklist underneath his arm.

"Yes! Grim's with Deuce and Ace this weekend, and I hadn't had a chance to get a thorough cleaning done. So, I'm here to give you a hand with whatever you throw at me!" You grinned. Kalim laughed and agreed.

"Thanks! Jamil felt today would be a cleaning day as well." Kalim noted, turning to look toward Jamil. "Great minds think alike with the two of you!"

You reddened at the praise, yet you couldn't help how your heart jumped. "No, no, Jamil's leagues ahead of me. I only have to worry about Grim, while Jamil has more responsibilities than me." You trekked down the steps, setting down your bag and pivoting to the two boys. "So, where do we begin?" 

Jamil held the list, scrolling through several pages. "We can start with dusting each of the rooms. There's no slacking off, and I won't pamper you both if you do a lousy job. Got it?" Jamil stated curtly. Kalim and you both nodded. Kalim dashed towards the hallway before halting and turning to you both.

"I'll start with the others on the other side of the dorm! I'll dust every inch of the rooms; you'll see!" He stated before racing off. You chuckled at Kalim's boundless energy and charisma. Something that most students at Night Raven College had zero of.

"So, I'll start over by the balcony if that's alright with you, Jamil?" He nodded, tossing you a duster and dusting areas in the dorm lounge. At least you would be able to spend some time with Jamil. 

Azul was admittedly correct; it was a breath of fresh air seeing a different side of Jamil—the real side of Jamil Viper. Reading Jamil's feelings after exposing his true self to everyone was still tricky.

You glimpsed at Jamil, his back to you as he thoroughly wiped off the drapes near the balcony. What other duties and tasks did Jamil have each day? How many hours had he been working while balancing his schoolwork?

How long had Jamil felt this impending loneliness before his overblot? Watching Jamil lash out in his torment and rage at Kalim was heartbreaking. How many students struggled to bite their tongues or follow orders throughout their lives?

It was disconcerting that Jamil could turn to no one for guidance or help, only for him to bottle his sentiments before he snapped from the weight of everything. 

Jamil must've sensed your gaze; he peeked over his shoulder toward you. You flinched, blushing that he noticed you gazing at him oddly.

"Is something wrong? You're staring." Jamil questioned. You shook your head furiously, redirecting your attention to cleaning as you spoke. "No, sorry! It's incredible seeing you handle all these tasks and duties well!" 

Jamil shrugged at your praise, diverting to another area and continuing dusting. "This is nothing. It's just something I generally do when taking care of Kalim." You nodded, moving closer as you cleaned off the detailed Scarabian drapes.

"Well, I'm glad I can help alleviate you of some of those tasks. I owe you, after all."

"Oh? How so?"

You skimmed some dust adhering to your clothing. "Maybe when Grim practically begs for more of your food every time he sees you?" you giggled at the image while Jamil scowled at the memory.

"I can hardly blame him; the dishes I've eaten were incredible. No surprise Kalim and Grim rave about your meals." you smiled toward Jamil, yet he turned away from your compliment. Jamil was consistently spotted with a hoodie to hide or when he'd display any emotions.

You wished you could drag down his hood and kiss his troubles away. So numerous secretive secrets Jamil kept concealed, and one day you'd hope to help alleviate him of whatever he may be going through.

"Thank you, (y/n). Anyway, let's proceed to the next room. I'd rather not be cleaning all day, regarding we have more to do."

"Yeah. That's why I'm here to help!" you followed behind Jamil. 

Yet you were upset that he had brushed off the praise. Jamil deserved nothing but happiness for himself. He was fascinating, captivating, and mesmerizing. 

If only Jamil could see how you felt about him.

~~~~~~~

You and Jamil wiped every inch of the lounge, moving to the other rooms. In less than an hour, dusting was checked off the checklist. 

The checklist consisted of going through the food reserves and polishing the kitchen to be pristine. You had vastly more admiration for Jamil. How did he find time to work on his schoolwork and attend basketball practice? All while overlooking Kalim, the dorm students, and whatever shenanigans he had to deal with?

Most of the list was completed, so Kalim compelled Jamil to take a break (of course, Jamil was against the idea, but you reassured Jamil you'd keep an eye on things), and he agreed ultimately.

You joined Kalim as you walked through Scarabia's halls, inspecting every room before moving on to whatever was next on the checklist.

"Whew! Cleaning takes its toll on you!" Kalim laughed while cracking his limbs. You nodded, cracking your fingertips and feeling your body aching from cleaning Ramshackle and Scarabia. "Yeah, you're not kidding! It was good to give Jamil a break; let's see how long he "rests." you sigh while massaging your aching limbs. Several students waved as you passed, reaching a small balcony overlooking Scarabia's large fountain.

Kalim hesitated as if pondering what was on his mind, whatever seemed to change his mood drastically. "Hey," you delicately place a hand on his arm and pivot him towards you. "What is it? You can talk to me about anything, Kalim."

Kalim's face falters into pain, glimpsing over the railing. "I want Jamil to unwind more. I never understood how much he suffered bottling up his emotions only to satisfy my family and me." Kalim reflected, dwelling on the images of Jamil over blotting.

"I've been given everything because of my family. But it's different for him. Jamil couldn't do anything for so long, hiding his true potential. I wonder how often he had to hand opportunities to me. All because of our status." You grabbed Kalim's hand, squeezing it tightly as you let him continue.

"Jamil's overblot was an eye-opening experience. I don't want him ever to feel that way again. I promised myself that I'd help him more often. He's got more on his plate than I do. But…” 

"But you feel like you're not doing enough, right?"

"Huh?"

You paused, leaning against the railing as you spoke. "Trust me; I understand where you're coming from. I felt that way the moment I entered Twisted Wonderland. Seeing you all going through your troubles, facing your demons. I wish I could get rid of everyone's demons."

"It's the same for you, Kalim. I want you to be happy and never worry about being in harm's way, only to appreciate your moments here at NRC. Jamil too."

Kalim grew silent, yet you didn't notice as you continued.

"I want to be there to help Jamil. Whether it be minor or something he's struggling with, I want him to come to you or me and never have to keep his feelings in check. Even though I have no magic, I'll do anything to help Jamil. He deserves it, after all." 

You stopped yourself, turning away to hide your flushed cheeks. "Sorry. I didn't mean to go on a tangent. I'm here for you if you need anything, Kalim." You shifted towards him, stunned to see him at a loss for words. 

"K-Kalim? Oh, Great Sevens, was it something I said? I'm so sorry; I didn't mean to ramble!"

"(y/n), do you like Jamil?"

Your cheeks quickly flushed, cursing yourself that you couldn't maintain a straight face at his sudden question. "What do you mean? Uh, of course not!" you stammered, but Kalim saw through your lies. He didn't call you out, only waiting for you to concede.

"D-Damn. Is it obvious?" Kalim giggled, not at your admittance but at how flustered you quickly became. "At first, no. But what you said about Jamil and how you looked when talking about him made it pretty clear." You rubbed the back of your neck sheepishly, uncertain how to respond after he made it evident.

"Please keep that between us. Okay?" you begged while glancing down the balcony. "Of course. But I don't think you have to worry about that." Kalim muttered the last part to himself while giggling. You raised an eyebrow at him until Kalim's phone chimed.

"Oh, sorry." Kalim drew out his phone, scanning through whatever it was before chuckling, shifting his eyes to you.

"Well, this might be an opportunity for you to help Jamil."

"Eh, what do you mean?"

~~~~~~~

You took in a deep breath, then knocked on the door.

"Jamil? It's (y/n)."

"Come in. Quickly." You opened the door slowly, skimming around to see Jamil pressing himself against the wall on his bed, an embarrassed rosiness on his cheeks. It was a sight to behold; you'd laugh a bit if it weren't for Jamil's imploring eyes.

"Where's the bug?" Just mentioning the "b" word, Jamil's skin crawled as he pointed toward his desk. "I-I found it somewhere near my notebooks. Just don't squish it near my belongings." You smiled at him, stepping up to his desk and inspecting it thoroughly.

You found a mini beetle crawling away from his notebook after being discovered, delicately scooping it up in your hands. Jamil curled back in repulsion, eyeing you as you turned to him while holding the beetle.

"I got it. Can I toss it out the window?" Jamil quickly nodded, stiff and distraught, until it was gone. Teasingly, you stepped closer, and Jamil drew back, practically cradling the wall.

"D-Don't do that!"

"Haha, sorry, sorry! I'm kidding! I'll get rid of it." you bent your hands under the window's space, watching as it fluttered far enough from Jamil's room. "There. It's gone, I promise." 

Jamil was physically relaxed, about to slide off his bed, before he paused.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

"I don't know if there are other bugs." 

"You mean in your room?"

"Y-Yeah." he glanced away, avoiding your stare as if embarrassed to be seen as vulnerable. You faltered as his eyes glimpsed around his bedroom. He was somewhat laxer than before but still apprehensive about the thoughts of other bugs in his room.

"Is it okay if I investigate for you?" you offered. Jamil eyed you skeptically, still refusing to leave the safety of his bed. "I'm just gonna look around and see if there are other bugs. Nothing else."

Still no response. "Unless you wanna take over," you added.

"O-Okay. Just search everything. I don't want any unexpected visitors crawling on me while I'm sleeping." you grinned at him, grateful to contribute any help to Jamil. "Of course! Just sit tight; I'll be quick!"

You skimmed through his books, parts of his desk, and under the cushions on the floor. You could feel Jamil's eyes observing you inspect every inch of his room, causing your cheeks to blush.

"N-Nothing yet. I'm almost done." Jamil nodded, glimpsing under the pillows on his bed, allowing you a moment to breathe. You paused as you watched him scour his bed, from the bed sheet to the blankets on the bed. A giggle escaped your lips. Jamil ceased his inspection, pivoting to you.

"Care to tell me what's so amusing?" Jamil asked, slightly embarrassed and irked. "It's nothing, I promise! Haha!" you leaned against his wardrobe, failing to stop the laughter while his cheeks reddened.

"It's funny how I can help you, even if it means getting rid of bugs." You chuckled, wiping a tear as you steadied yourself against the wardrobe. Even if this minor issue was something to help Jamil, it was promising. 

Seeing and learning more about Jamil was a step in the right direction. You only wished that Jamil could rely on you more and never have to endure what he went through. 

Jamil didn't speak, so you mindlessly continued speaking.

"I know nothing about your past and what you've endured, but I'm glad I can see and learn more about you. You have many obligations compared to me, so I want to help in any way imaginable."

You couldn't fathom hiding who you were and having to bite your tongue as Jamil had done. Jamil truly deserved the whole world. He was perceived as the villain, yet he never was. He was just lost.

Lost and alone. 

You glimpsed away briefly, rubbing your hand over the chipped wood from the wardrobe. "So, if you ever need anything, whether minuscule or important, I'll be there for you, Jamil. I'm always available to lend a helping hand."

"Cause you're incredible, Jamil Viper." You said breathlessly.

After a brief silence, you noticed Jamil looking at you as if almost speechless, not saying a word. You expressed yet cringed as your voice became weaker than you had desired. You opened his wardrobe to continue inspecting for critters. "S-Sorry if it sounds weird. It's just nice seeing a different side of you, Jamil."

You hid your rosy complexion behind the wardrobe door, unable to see Jamil. You couldn't help the color on your cheeks, and you couldn't imagine what he thought of your statements.

"Is that so?" Said Jamil cooly as he slid off the bed. You jumped, shaking off your blush as you glimpsed inside. Maybe now would be a good time to leave his room. Anything so he wouldn't notice how effortlessly he flustered you.

You shut the doors, thinking of any excuse you could muster. "I-I should go call and see how Grim is doing! Let me just—!" You froze as Jamil's hand rested on the wardrobe, only inches from touching you.

Your throat quickly went dry, registering Jamil's proximity to your body. His chest barely touched your back, yet it was difficult to think with this sudden closeness.

"Why are you so keen on helping me, (y/n)?" He murmured closely to your ear, his breath on your neck. His tone teetered on amusement yet curiosity, something Jamil rarely displayed to anyone. 

"B-Because I want to help you, Jamil."

"That's it? Nothing more?" You couldn't lie to him, not when Jamil had been honest about his feelings, revealing how broken he had been for several years.

You watched his hand gradually drift closer to your hand, holding your breath while your hands grew damp. His fingers were only inches from touching you, but the way he slid them closer rattled you. It was painfully slow as if he was testing how you'd react.

Before you could process a reply, he continued. "I don't believe you. You're lying." Shit. You were cornered. Jamil knew how you felt, but did he reciprocate your sentiments?

You weren't sure if you could bear the humiliation of rejection, and Jamil wasn't afraid to speak up about his beliefs.

Jamil's fingers grazed the hair from your shoulder, a shudder covering your body, neck, and red-tinted ears. "So why can't you turn around and look at me, (y/n)? I don't like liars."

Now you were screwed. What would Jamil say about your reddened complexion? There was no way to avoid his request. You shut your eyes tightly, mustering your courage and calming your heart rate. 

You gradually turned to Jamil, losing your breath at the closeness. Jamil's smirk was readily the picture of smugness. "Now, (y/n), let me ask you again." He backed you into the wardrobe suddenly, his muscled arms caging you. "Is it truly nothing more?"

Your breath caught in your throat, feeling his lips resting only inches from you. You never imagined Jamil to be so forward with you.

"No. It's not," you acknowledged, reaching up and gripping Jamil's sweatshirt with a shaky grip. "You're such an enchanting person, Jamil. I've never met someone like you, who's breathtaking yet mysterious. You've endured so much, yet your knowledge and how you handle yourself is that of a man."

Jamil faltered at your compliment, a light shade of pink dusting his cheeks. "That's not who I-!"

"Stop."

You cut him off, your hand gently brushing his hair away as you cupped his rosy cheek. "If only you could see how I see you, Jamil," you spoke instinctively, yet you quickly realized what you said and glanced away, embarrassed.

If Jamil didn't realize how you felt before, this was a definitive response to his question. Jamil didn't respond, yet it seemed he was still recovering from your sudden compliment. You smiled warmly, using your other hand to pull down his hood.

"You shouldn't have to hide, Jamil." The stillness was overwhelming, but Jamil's reaction reassured you. He didn't pull away or put his hood back on but just stared at you. 

"Jamil?" He snapped out of his daze, delicately brushing your hair behind your ear while his other hand gently rested on the small of your back.

“(y/n). I've never had someone say such things to me. But, at least you've answered something for me." Jamil's hand on your lower back pulled you closer, both holding your breath as you gradually inched closer.

Closer. Chills ran over your skin, yet you couldn't pull away from how close you were to Jamil's lips.

His warm breath slowly inched closer to your lips. His cologne or whatever he used invaded your senses. How many times had you fantasized about Jamil kissing every inch of you? How you would shower him with praise and love was something Jamil had never received.

Closer. Closer.

"Jamil! Jamil!" No sooner did you hear Kalim calling for Jamil; Kalim slammed open the door, an innocent smile before he froze, witnessing the both of you so close together.

"Uh…did I come at a bad time?" Both you and Jamil bounced back, yet you hit your head against his wardrobe, cupping your darkened cheeks and unable to speak for a moment.

"Kalim, what the hell do you need at this moment?" Jamil snapped at Kalim, yet his usual snappy tone faltered with his reddish cheeks.

"Ah, well, it has something to do with one of our classes," Kalim replied sheepishly, scratching his cheek at the timing of his entrance.

"Um, I'm gonna step out a moment to call Grim. I'll see you both in a bit!" You sputtered before running out of Jamil's room.

"Wait, (y/n)!" Kalim shouted as he saw you run out of sight, but you hadn't heard him. 

"Um... I interrupted something pretty important, huh?" Kalim chuckled awkwardly again, yet Jamil was doing everything not to have an aneurysm.

"I swear I'm locking my door from now on."

"Oh? Is it so you and (y/n) can spend some-!"

"Another word from you, and I'll send you across the desert. NOT. ANOTHER. WORD."

Jamil lashed and slammed a fist on the wardrobe before crumpling to his knees and raising a fist to hide his (prominent) reddened face.

~~~~~

You sprinted back towards the lounge, collapsing near your bag while clutching a cushion to your face.

OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD. I CAN'T BELIEVE WHAT I WAS SAYING! I WAS JUST ON AUTOPILOT!

How could you look at Jamil now?! Not without recalling how close you were to kissing and what you said to him. Dammit, it was about to get more awkward than before.

Your elbow grazed against some papers, presumably from Kalim. He was working on some of his assignments, with some red marks covering most of his tests and assignments.

But what caught your eye were lyrics and musical notes. It exhibited how old the song had been; the paper darkened and frayed after many years. It must've been passed down to Kalim's family for generations.

The lyrics were enchanting and beautiful, equivalent to a love song between two people.

"Desert Moon?" You held it delicately, standing and trekking to rest your arms against the balcony. It was a short song, but the lyrics demonstrated how much they cared about one another. The beautiful moon was bright in the sky, yet it was blue and mesmerizing tonight.

Seemingly curious if you could sing the song, you glanced around, hoping no one would hear you singing. With a slow deep breath, you began.

When the shadows unfold

When the sun hides its gold

When the wind and the cold come calling 

When the path isn't clear

And the stars disappear 

As endless midnight's falling

You stopped, skimming through the lyrics again. Was this song sung between the princess and prince you had heard from Kalim and Jamil? It sounded sad initially, as if the princess was almost waiting for someone. Or she was unsure of her feelings towards the prince.

At the edge of the sky

There's a moon hangin high

When you're lost, it'll try to remind you.

You froze, knowing fully whose voice that was—someone who stunned you during the VDC performance with how beautiful their voice was.

"Jamil." You spun behind you, seeing Jamil only a few feet from you. He stopped, waiting for you to continue the lyrics. Would Jamil laugh at your horrible singing? No, not the way he was looking at you. His eyes wouldn't separate from yours.

On a dark desert night

You can look to the light

'Cause it's shining there to find you

You finished the last note, and he nodded for you to continue. You weren't sure if you could be as good as Jamil, but you resumed, unable to pull away from his gaze. He took a step forward, and you both sang the lyrics.

Desert moon light the way

'Till the dark turns to day

You weren't sure if Jamil could hear your beating heart as it thrashed against your chest, yet you both continued while Jamil mindlessly strode gradually toward you.

Like a lamp in the lonely night

Bright and blue

Jamil was only a few feet, yet the lyrics didn't feel out of place now. It was as if the lyrics spoke for both of you. Of the unspoken words that needed to be said. The lyrics hypnotically put you both under a spell.

Desert moon, wild and free

Will it burn just for me?

Jamil stepped up to you, yet you couldn't push away from the balcony. The beautiful moon from above showered Jamil in dazzling light. It felt as if the two of you were alone in this world. In a world full of darkness yet had its moments of light.

Shine down

You smiled at him, and he returned the smile. A warm and endearing smile that your stomach flipped-flopped at the beautiful sight.

Shine down

Finally, Jamil enveloped his arms around your waist while you cupped his warm cheek.

'Till I find my way to you

Both of you finished the final note before neither could you take it any longer. You both pulled each other in, and your lips connected warmly. It was such an intoxicating feeling, having someone you care about kissing you breathlessly.

Jamil's grip on your waist tightened, the way it felt as if you needed more of each other's presence. Touching and relishing the warmth and desire you both felt for each other for so long.

Jamil pulled away, resting his forehead against yours while his eyes were closed. Yet the smile on his face was a relief. Adoration. Genuine love.

"I love you, (y/n)." You shuddered, his eyes opening to greet yours. Never had you seen Jamil look so content and happy. This was entirely different, even when you saw him smile after his overblot. 

"I know you were unexpectedly thrown into this world, and it didn't know what to expect. But I'm glad I was able to fall in love with someone like you. I mean it, (y/n). I'll help you with anything you need. Just say the word, and I'll come to you.”

You were overwhelmed with how long you’d been dreaming of this moment. To hear something so heartfelt from Jamil that was only meant for you. "I love you too, Jamil." You whispered, closing your eyes and feeling a lone tear sliding down your cheek. 

Relief coursed through you both, embracing one another and hearing both of your heartbeats thrashing wildly. But it was worth it. 

Maybe the prince and princess gave you both the push you needed, all with lyrics from a beautiful song. 

"Ahahaha! Congratulations!" Kalim leaped out from behind the doors, his cheeks rosy, beaming warmly at the sight of you and Jamil in each other's arms.

You smiled and chuckled while Jamil sighed, yet didn't say anymore as his hand settled against the small of your back. Jamil smiled at Kalim, willing to ignore his unfortunate timing once again.

But it didn't matter. You promised Jamil that you'd do anything to help him, and you meant it—no more concealing how he felt. Jamil Viper truly deserved everything in the world. 

You would offer him the stars, the moon, anything he desired. Cause Jamil Viper was something worth treasuring and showering him with adoration.

And you had no problem showing that to someone as remarkable as Jamil Viper.

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FINALLY GOT AROUND TO FINISHING THIS!!

This was inspired by the song “Desert Moon” from the new Aladdin movie. I just loved the lyrics and really wished they used it in the movie.

I’ve had a horrible case of writers block, and it was definitely a bit challenging to write Jamil, but he’s just AHHHHHHHHH

I proofread but I know it’s not super amazing.

May write next about our dear Octavinelle house warden, cause DAMN he’s also just FUCKING ADORABLE.

…Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this! Thank you!❤️