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Call It What You Want

husband!pedro pascal x younger!reader

summary: you and pedro are married, but you've kept it a secret up to the point you sometimes forget there's supposed to be a golden band on your finger. but then you both get cast in your first movie together. the chemistry is off the charts, and it starts to catch upon you: will the lines between shipping and reality finally blur?

warnings: 18+ (minors dni), age gap (ñom), smut, dry humping, oral (m. receiving) while pedro wears the skirt™️ (welcome to another episode of the writer's barely disguised fetish), p. in v., teeny bit of angst because i malfunction if i don't bring sad vibes to the function, the worst ever attempt of comedy witnessed by human kind, they're so down bad it hurts, jealous!reader, possesive!pedro, reader speaks spanish and may or may not have direct/indirect latino blood somewhere, use of spanglish but no translations ☹️ (boo go do your homework, citizens. that's what u get for making my dieter bravo fic flop BYE), i transcripted two real interviews for this so keep those likes, reblogs and comments up in the air where i can see 'em 🪓🪓

word count: 11,706 words

side note: hello! this is me, sliding my cv to become president of the pedro pascal fics. i'm kidding, just on duty to fulfill another request 🫡 believe it or not, i envisioned something like this but for myself IJBOL we have to keep the delusional levels UP!! i hope this meets ur expectations, it was fun to write :)

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"Please welcome, the internet's newest darling, Y/n L/n!"

You walk into the set, cameras flashing bright and the band playing on the back. You hug Jimmy Fallon, and when he notices your body trembling he tells you everything will be alright. So did your manager before you stepped inside, but you can't help the nerves. You've never been this big before, and now it's all coming down together without letting you breath.

You take your seat and so does Jimmy.

"Hello, Y/n. This is your first time here, right?"

"Am I being too obvious?" you snort. The crowd laughs with you.

"Don't worry. It happens, especially when you're so young"

"Oh, please" you blush. "I can promise you there are kid actors who could handle this better than I am right now"

"Kid stars?" he lets out one of his famous cackles. "No need to be humble. You are great! Let's just talk about the year you've had: big breakout roles, ascend to fame, you're rocking it!" the crowd cheers, and you again turn into a flustered mess.

"Yeah, I suppose. It's hard to dimension when you've started as an extra for popular shows, to now being, you know, the main face of projects. But I could get used to it" you smile, "it's been a dream. I still can't believe it sometimes, look- I'm shaking"

The camera pans closer to the hand you're showing to Jimmy.

"Oh my God, even big stars like you get nervous"

"Big star? I wish I could feel like a constellation. I'm feeling more like a red dwarf star, baby"

The whole place bubbles in laughter. You feel better, your manager even giving you a thumbs up from behind the cameras.

"So, Y/n" Jimmy says once the laughter dies. "You just got casted in the upcoming Gladiator II movie, directed by Ridley Scott. How does it feel to be on your first big movie, alongside names like Paul Mescal, Denzel Washington and Pedro Pascal?"

You try to steady your heartbeat. "First of all, I have to say, it's such an honor to work with Scott. I grew up watching his movies. Like, Thelma and Louis is definitely my go-to movie. So, like, getting paired with such a talented cast is as awesome as terrifying" you answer with a laugh.

"Talking about that, you see" he leans closer, like he'll tell a secret. "I've heard things about you and a certain future co-star of yours"

You shift your position on the couch, your ring(less) finger itching. You have to avoid breathing in relief when Jimmy pulls out a picture.

"Oh. My. God"

He stiffles a laugh. No way. Has the room's temperature suddenly gotten hotter? Why is your face burning?

"Will you tell us the story behind this?" he asks, the camera focusing on the picture in question. The audience laughs, and you pray to God this is a nightmare, because it's too much embarrasment for a human to bear.

"Okay" you clear your throat, coughing awkwardly. "For my 25th birthday, I uploaded a bunch of pictures on Instagram, including ones where I was a teenager" you begin to giggle, "So. Um, there was this one, you see, that's, me, in my childhood home's bedroom, and my fans were quick to notice the poster above my bed"

"You mean, this one?" and Jimmy points it out. You cover your face with your palms. "It's a... Narcos poster" the audience laughs as you get redder. "A Pedro Pascal's Narcos poster"

"I know" you groan. "Picture this: me 18, and while my friends had posters of their favorite bands and artists, I was so different because I had a whole ass poster of a crime drama show about the world's most famous drug dealer on my bedroom" you recall with a laugh. "It was hard to explain to my mom. I believe she thought I wanted to sign for the DEA or something. When I told her I was going to be an actress, she was so relieved! She said: Oh, well. You'll die, but of hunger! Not a bullet in your head, at least"

"Oh. I'm so sorry. You proved her wrong though!"

"I did! Don't worry, Jimmy. She's my biggest fan now" you look at a specific camera before saying, "Te amo mami!"

"I see you speak spanish. I sometimes forget" he comments. "You've got one thing in common with Pedro, it seems. Think that'll make working with him less awkward?"

"I just hope he forgives me or I'm capable of moving out of the country and changing names" you giggle. "Pedro, lo siento!"

"Well, that's Y/n L/n, everyone! Pedro Pascal's number one fan" you burst out laughing in shame. "More on her lastest movie after the break"

mandoshoney: tell me i'm not the only one who started shipping pedro pascal and y/n l/n PLEASE can't wait to get content of them interacting ㅤㅤann-gell: mandoshoney y/n's pedro pascal's controversially young gf era starts now! i wonder how the press tour for #gladiatorII will go 🤔 unhing3dprincess: i bet my grandma they are dating ㅤㅤstarlightt180: unhing3dprincess ptwt can never tweet like normal ppl…wdym you're betting your grandma?!!!?

You were never a fan of secrets.

But then Pedro waltzed into your life with his charming smile and iconic mustache, and before you knew it, you had married him off in some church in California one random sunday morning ("I love you so much, can't wait to marry you, cariño" "If you can't wait any longer, why not now?")

Flash forward, four years later, and you'd think such event would be plastered all over the internet. But there is a reason why only you, family, a selected number of friends and your agents knew: you kept it a secret.

To the world, he was Chile's most elegible bachelor and you were a young rising star. The public loved both of you for the same reasons: charming persona and acting skills. Yet inside the privacy of your home, he was Pedro and you were y/n, wife and husband; he was yours as you were his.

And of course, no marriage is perfect, and your first real challenge is rather funny: you both get casted in your first movie together.

It shouldn't be hard, but it is. Being inside the Gladiator II set during seven months, so far away yet so close at the same time, was torture. You were Rome's empress and he's Marcus Acacius, yet behind the scenes, the actual married couple were you both.

It was hard to pretend you didn't know what he looked like without clothes when he wore his bathing suit, or that you didn't know his favorite food when Paul asked, or acting like you weren't interested in dating when a local in Malta during your trip at the beach asked you out (he didn't know who you were. You were flattered when he called you pretty in such a hot European accent, but then Pedro appeared from seemingly "nowhere" and you remembered what your real favorite accent was. He immediately called you bonita after that)

It was so hard to keep hands to yourself when he walked by you, covered in fake blood. To not think about licking it all over and under his armour. So was to pretend the thought of dry humping him with his Roman skirt on wasn't tempting. Or that the urge to kiss him got harder and harder to fight each passing day, even getting to a point where you would envy Connie for being able to kiss your husband in the open more, a privilege you didn't have.

You were loosing your mental health here. But Pedro was no better.

It was so hard to see you, the Moroccan sun shining over your features like you were an angel. Otherworldly. That he'd see red when you'd finish filming a scene with Joseph, forcing himself to interrupt the small chat you'd engage in after. He too couldn't keep pretending he didn't want to tear off those silk dresses out of your body, and kiss you out in the open like Joseph did.

He almost failed once, cornering you in the hallway of the hotel you were staying. His hot breath lingered on your neck. I miss you, he had said. You felt his hard brush the inner of your thigh. We can't, you whispered in a dragged out voice.

It was hard.

So you gave him your used panties, and you swear you could hear him jacking off in the bathroom of his room, next to yours. He'd screamed your name, and your hand had found it's way to your dripping cunt, doing what he was supposed to do; touching you the way he did. And you came, drowned out moans against your pillow. But it wasn't like when he did it.

But God has heard your prayers.

For the first time in weeks, you're lucky. You find Pedro sitting alone in the cafeteria, his phone in hand. He's still wearing his armour and skirt, not bothering to change for the break. You aren't God's strongest soldier, but you're trying not to go down on him so badly right here and now.

"Hey" he raises his head when he hears your voice, smile adoringly. It only grows wider when he notices you alone. "Thought you'd never get rid of Paul. He's like, stitched to you"

"Same can be said about you and Joseph" you sit across him, and despite most of his tone being playful, there are still hints of jealousy behind. It arouses you deeply, and with this hot summer day above you, your skin isn't the only thing that's getting sticky.

"In case you haven't read the script, I'm his wife" you wink. "Sorry this is how you find out"

He laughs loudly, and God, how have you missed that laugh. Sure, it's been there when you've been out with the cast together, but it doesn't tingle your chest as when you're the cause of it; it feels like it's for you only, and that's what makes it special.

"I miss you so much" he whispers, his hand sliding across the table, finding yours. His thumb carresses your soft palm, and you melt under Pedro's tender touch.

"I do too" you sigh, but it's instantly replaced by what could only be described as a smug face. You lean closer, whispering on his ear, the warm meeting cold. He shivers. "Wanna know something?"

"I'm all ears"

"I just came back from walking. Guess what?No one is 'round here" you lean back against your chair, shit-eating grin on your face as all his body tenses up. "Made sure of it. The trailer zone is empty too"

Pedro gulps, his adam's apple bobbing as his eyes look at you.

"Y/n" calling your name as a warning.

"What? Can't a girl find ways to have her husband all for herself?" you snort. "Please say yes" you let go of his hand, but the free fingers now travel across his broad chest, taunting him. "C'mon, we both deserve a break"

He can't say deny you anything, can he? You know it, he knows it.

Before you register, his big hand engulfs yours as you run across the set. You giggle at his rushed steps, even more when you stand before his trailer and he's fumbling his slippery hands with the doorknob, sloppy movements erratic.

"But you told me to stop" you tease, and he doesn't even let you add more because he's pushing you inside, forcing you with rough calloused hands to a chair and then you to sit over his lap.

"Fuck, babygirl. I've spoiled you way too much" he groans against your lips. "Lo sabes, ¿verdad? Just can't say no to you"

Your eyes darken dangerously, the hunger on them mirroring his own.

"How could you ever say no to this?"

You press your chest against his broad one as your lip bites into his lower one, teasing. Pedro feels his underwear getting tighter when your tongue finds its way inside his mouth, even getting a glimpse of the taste of the strawberries you had earlier before.

He deepens the kiss, and when you pull away to catch your breath, he doesn't waste his lonely mouth and busies himself with the task of kissing your sun-kissed neck, licking and pressing his lips under your jaw. Pedro goes even lower, down until he's reached your collarbone, making you groan a bit under his wet sloppy needy mouth. He's enjoying how putty you are under his intense kissing, fingers in his curls, that have begun to damp under the ablaze of the small space and pleasure that fills the air.

"Kiss me again in my lips" you whine after a while of him teasing you with kisses that get only rougher. "Pretty please, papi"

You cup his face in your hands, and Pedro's back to kissing you in the mouth, tasting all of your insides as he hasn't had in what feels like a lifetime.

"Of course, baby. Missed this pretty mouth" he mumbles in between hot kisses, his now growing boner pressing into you.

"Baby" you giggle. The skirt he's got on may hide it, but your fingers refused to wait, pulling it up. His bulge presses against the shorts he's got under the skirt, and you can feel your pussy and mouth drool. "We have to do something about this big boy" your hands pull down the short, leaving just his underwear on. He's about to remove the skirt, but your demanding hands stops him. "This stays"

His brown concerned eyes make you laugh, but you don't give him time to think about it, rather grinding against his erection. Pedro's breath hitches when he feels your daring movements, bucking his hips against yours.

The friction is addicting, and he captures your lips once again to make you feel what he can't with words: how fucking good this feels.

You keep moving over his aching dick. Your husband throws his head back, groaning in pleasure at the way your hips move against him, knowingly. His hands find their way to your ass under the flowy almost translucent skirt you chose to change in, gripping the rosy skin tightly, hands almost covering all of it.

"You wore this for me, right, cariño? Knew I couldn't say no" he groans, firm hands on your cheeks, the grinding meeting his hips now harsher. "Less with you walking around with this slutty skirt of yours"

You make little sounds he's obssesed with, dripping out of your filthy mouth.

"Fuck" Pedro groans after a while, "I need to have you, mami. Missed you so much" eager fingers make it to your top. He growls, deep within him―guttural, ready to pull it off as he mumbles naughty wife when he realizes you got no bra on, chastising you for a "rushed" plan that seemed planned all along, when a sound cuts through the air.

You both stop.

The sound gets clearer.

It's a knock. A knock at his door.

A knock in Pedro's trailer.

And you are inside. Both.

While you're grinding him.

With his skirt on.

(It's time to build a bomb and kill yourselves off and whoever is stading behind that door)

"Pedro!" a familiar accent calls. Peudrou. It's Paul. "Hey, man. Just wondering if you are here"

He's debating on speaking up when he sees your red face and rising-falling chest before him.

"Answer" you whisper breathlessly. He tries not to groan when he fills you slip out of the spot in his middle while also trying not to think about murdering Paul as soon as he gets out.

Aside from the order, you're unexpectedly quiet, and Pedro quirks an eyebrow at you. He knows you better―you're his wife after all, and if there's something he's aware of, is your inability to loose.

"I'm here" tone clipped and annoyed. But no footsteps backtracking are heard: the Irish man is still there.

You bite your lip, watching the skirt with his legs spread, a sight too tempting. Also, he was still hard, as hard as the task to not go and keep doing your job.

Oh, fuck this shit.

Your devilish hand equals the grin in your face, fingers making their way toward his unattended bulge.

"What are you doing here?" Paul asks, but Pedro's attention has completely deviated, now focused on how they land right over his clothed dick, skirt pulled up by your other hand. "I thought you were at the cafeteria"

"Yeah?" but it comes out strained, yet the younger man doesn't notice or comment.

His hips raise when your fingers press his member, massaging it.

"Yeah" he uses a tone that equals a duh. "You texted me yourself"

Pedro rolls his eyes, wishing desperately he would go away, annoying him just as much as a fly hovering above fresh food. Talking about food, fuck, weren't you hungry? He tried to warn you, holding your wrist, but all resolve was lost the moment you looked in his eyes: he immediately pulled down his briefs, dick sprouting hard.

"Well, changed my mind" his tone falters in between words, member now free from the confines of his tight underwear.

"Are you tired, man? You sound tired" Paul comments on his tone. "Came to rest?"

You spit on your hand, and he gulps.

"Somethin' like that"

You start to jerk him off, leaving little wet kisses and licks just above his dick. Pedro's eyes are hypnotized, glued to every lick of yours across his girth, the spit making your movements smoother. Sexier. Fuck.

"Well, sorry to break it to you but rest time is over. They want us back on set now"

Your tight needy lips are wrapped around his his length and it's so hard to keep the talk normal when he justs wants to yell at Paul to fuck off. Your hand is there too; you are as of help as much as you aren't.

"I'll be there, Paul, just―Fuck!"

But his attempt to cover a moan doesn't go unnoticed.

"Are you alright in there?" he tries to enter, but Pedro locked the door. He's yelling he's fine, but Mescal doesn't sound convinced. "I can't go inside; it's locked. Are you sure you are okay, mate?"

"Didn't want you to take a picture of me drooling on my sleep" he manages to get out in a monotone voice. A real win if you take into account you've gotten to a point where you squeeze under his cock, massaging his balls.

"Smart move!" he chuckles from outside. "I guess I'll see you there"

Pedro covers a moan with his palm as he's throwing his head back in pleasure. He can feel his orgams looming over, minstrations growing sloppier around his pulsating cock, the need to fill your greedy evil mouth with his seed making him sick. He's a simple man: he just wants his pretty wife to fuck his cock silly and come in her mouth in peace. Is that so hard to get this days?

Paul seems to be finally gone as Pedro can't keep containing his grunts anymore, steps moving: until said steps sound closer again.

"Oh, I almost forgot, have you seen Y/n? I can't find her anywhere" it's coming. His orgasm is coming in the absolute worst moment. He can feel you gagging at his hard rock cock, hitting the back of your throat now. Still, your hands don't loose their grip on his cock and skirt, determination filling that sexy little body of yours. It was rather admirable the effort you were putting in this. "Think she went to the beach? She said she loved it. God, that little rebel. Anyway, if you see her, tell her-"

He leans his head back once again, seeing stars. No one knows him like his wife, truly.

The sight of you drooling from your chin, the wet sounds of him fucking himself onto your mouth as your spit-coated fingers pump his girth, you gulping down the precum from his tip, his fingers holding your face roughly by the cheeks...

"Yes, Paul, yes!" Pedro barks, barely hiding the moan that erupts from his ribcage, thick shots of his hot cum hitting your tongue and deep of the throath. "Fuck off and let me get ready"

"Jesus, mate, chill. I'm sorry. See you there"

And Paul Mescal's hovering fly ass is finally gone.

"Poor Paul" you say as soon as you pull off his length, voice raspy as you huff for air. Pedro lovingly cleans rests of your saliva and his cum from your chin as he chuckles at how much audacity, courage and horniness could fit in such a small young body. "You've ruined the friendship"

"You think?" he licks off some as you sit on his lap again, tongue directly on your face. You feel aroused again, but time's up. "It's your fault. That and this"

He points down.

"Just as you used that pretty head of yours to think of the trouble you just made, think of an excuse for Mr. Ridley about the skirt"

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"You know what I think would be fun?" Pedro comments while you wait for the interview's set to be prepared.

Tour press has finally begun. That meant you could go home for a while after the filming wrapped, just to be back for the promotion of the film. You were excited of course, the experience new and thrilling. After much needed battery recharging and husband/wife time, you were ready to take over the world.

But then Paul got sick.

Today's interview was scheduled to be him and Pedro, but since he was unavailable, they paired him with you, since you both spoke Spanish (which felt slightly racist in your opinion), and because Fred and Joseph were already paired up for the other.

You leave your coffee, knowing he's about to say something stupid or endearing, perhaps both, brown liquid probably spilling out of your mouth. Or worst, nostrils.

"Tell me"

"What if we left little hints that we're together?" his smile is one of mischief. "Like you could wear my cap, or I could wear a chain with your initial around my neck, like Ryan Gosling did at the Barbie premiere"

"Or as Taylor Swift sang" you counter. "But Pedro, dear, you're underestimating our fans. You don't think they'll match it sooner than we think?"

"Maybe" he agrees. That's just what I want. "What's funny is we're about to do a type of interview where we could blow our cover"

"Maybe" you repeat, "or maybe you don't know all about me as much as you think, Mr. Pascal"

He fake gasps, feigning hurt. "Is this a dare, Mrs. Pascal?"

"No" you try to be mature for once, cutting the banter as much as you'd like to go on and kiss him right there. "Also, remember to answer incorrectly sometimes, you know..."

"There's no way I'm letting you win though"

"Pedro, no seas necio!"

The producers arrive just in time to let you know it's ready.

"After M'lady" he's back to being charming as he is, not as husband charming but just Pedro Pascal charming. The nerve of this guy to do it in front of the LADbible crew.

"Whatever" you grumble, the nerves getting the best of you as you realize this interview may or may not give away more than you've been allowed before.

"Hello, I am Y/n L/n" you present yourself. Wow, the camera is really close. This isn't going to end well.

"And I'm Pedro Pascal"

Hearing his voice soothes you. It's okay, y/n, you got this. "And this is Do You Really Know Me- No wait, it's do you even know me. Okay, let's start again: Hello, I'm Y/n and this is-"

"I don't even know anymore" Pedro jokes, making you laugh. "Do you even know me?" he asks while looking forward, now making the crew laugh.

"This is Pedro Pascal, that'll do" you sigh.

"This is gonna be sad, she's not going to know any of these" he says, but in reality, he's mocking you, the mischief in his eyes glowing as he only looks at you tauntingly.

"Same can be said about you" you tease, "we're like a million years away"

"That's not true!" he gasps, "I watch your every move" punctuating each word. God, you try not to make a face. "I have Google alerts on you"

If he was gonna play, so were you.

"Glad to know I have you alerted" with the sweetest voice ever, seeing how his friendly façade falters for a bit at the tone you've used. You laugh, and Pedro takes the chance to laugh it off too.

After the introduction, they ask one of you to keep score, and you offer yourself because, well, you don't trust Pedro.

"I'll go first" you say. "Which was my first ever role in the industry? As an extra during an episode of Stranger Things, as a voice actor in A dog's purpose" you can't help but laugh, "or as a back-up dancer in Hustlers?"

"In Hustlers?" Pedro inquires in disbelief. "You're telling me you were in Hustlers?! I didn't even know you could dance!"

Lies. You and Pedro sometimes put some bachata and dance in the kitchen. God bless Juan Luis Guerra.

"Jennifer Lopez and I are practically besties" you answer nonchalant.

You know the answer. He does too. But he chooses the last one for comedic purposes.

"I'll go with Hustlers. Now that I'm looking at you, you do have a... dancer face"

"It's okay, you can say the forbidden word. I'll take it as a compliment" you laugh, "you're wrong, though. The answer is Stranger Things"

"No way!" and it sounds as if he genuinely didn't know. Good lying son of a bitch; Jim Carrey on Liar, Liar would've been proud.

"Yes. If you look in the background of season two, on this one episode where Nancy and Steve appear to have broken up during a halloween party, you can see me drinking from a cup on a corner"

"That's so crazy"

"Yeah, I was twenty already, yet playing a highschooler" you giggle. "Wow, time flies by. Anyway, we're both at zero. Your turn"

"What film did my dad not let me see at the cinema when I was, uh, ten years old?" Pedro reads from his card. "Rambo: first blood, The Breakfast Club, Day of The Dead"

"I'm going to base this in the year you were born. Okay, so 1975. Let's see" one of the things Pedro loves about you is that you're like a film encyclopedia, but right now, that'll cost him a point. "They all came out the same year, and they were also R rated. Hmmh, I'll choose The Breakfast Club"

Your analysis was just mindless bragging really. You knew the answer the moment he started reading the question, because the anecdote came during a time he heard you listening to the movie's soundtrack ("Did you know that my dad...")

"You complain about Paul all the time, but you're just the same" he comments. "She's a real competitor, people!"

You flush in embarrasment. "Okay, that's one for me. Next question" you read the card in your hands. "What pet do I own? An orange cat named Louis after my favorite singer, a fish, or a Shih Tzu named after my brother"

The orange cat lives with you both. You're curious as to how he'll answer.

"You aren't naming a Shih Tzu frickin' Fernando" he laughs, so loud, it ends up catching up to you and the crew. "I'll go with the cat"

"That's correct" you lament. "How would you know?"

As if the damn cat doesn't love him more than he loves you.

"I follow you on Instagram" he defends himself. Clever. "We are, um, what do you call it-"

"Oomfs"

"I'm not gonna try to pronounce your made up language. Okay, my turn. Which of these characters I've played in Saturday Night Live? Naughty daddy, protective mom, or weird uncle who has a creepy sneeze" he reads out loud in a confused tone.

This is easy. It was all over your timeline.

"Protective mom" you answer on a beat.

"This isn't fair, that was really popular!" he complains.

"It's still two for me and one for you" you mock. "Now, what is the nickname the internet has given me? I won't give you clues because it's an easy one"

"Easy? You said we were million of years apart and now I'm supposed to know?"

"Well, you seem to manage Instagram so I think you'll be just fine" you tease, and Pedro just wants to rip that smirk off of you. So he caves in first.

"It's people's princess"

"What?!" your eyes grow comically large, shimmering with betrayal as you shout with an incredulous tone. "I can't believe you know" more like can't believe you said it.

"You're royalty! How am I supposed to not know that, internet darling? Besides, told you: I keep my eye on you" and he winks.

This motherfucker. Oh, he's totally sleeping on the couch tonight.

"Talk about internet darlings" your snarky tone comes out, and Pedro knows he's pissed his competitive wife off. "I guess we have a tie. Your turn"

"What are the initials of my full name?" his brows furrow. "I forget. JBPP, JPBP, JBPP"

"José Pedro Balmaceda Pascal" you recite. "B, of course"

"But that's too easy, everyone with Google knows it!" but then he's leaning into your ear, whispering in a very low voice to make sure only you hear. "I'll let it pass, though. Love hearing you pronounce my name, mami"

Your face grows obscenely red. "I'm back ahead. Let's see if you can keep up. Okay, here it goes" you read the card, "what is the director I've stated I want to work with? Greta Gerwig, Pedro Almodóvar, or Quentin Tarantino"

"Pedro Almodóvar, no? You said you were jealous I had already worked with him" he playfully nudges you. Too much contact, face hot again. Maybe in group interviews you'll do better, because right now, you're doing a rather poor job at controlling yourself, even as an actor; you can already picture your agent pulling her hair behind the cameras.

"It's Greta Gerwig, actually"

"What?! No way, you told me this!" he grumbles. "This game is rigged"

"Don't get me wrong, I'm still jealous. I just think working with Greta Gerwig is peak womanhood, and I gotta live that. So, Greta, if for some reason this silly video gets to you, call me. I promise I'm not that childish"

"She is" Pedro slips in, "don't call her. So unprofessional" in a mocking exaggerated tone.

"Whatever, you sore looser. Me three, you two. Next!"

"Fine. Which of these songs would I have played at my funeral? My Heart Will Go On, Purple Rain, Nothing Compares To You"

He looks at you, silently pleading you to not answer correctly. Your competitive side screams in agony.

"I have no idea. Why do I feel you've already said it somewhere, though? I'll go with Nothing Compares To You, because the first its too corny for you and the second too epic"

He scoffs, amused at the fact that you did obey, but at what cost? Pedro's well aware his princess can get as competitive, if not worse, than Paul.

"You're saying I'm not epic enough for Purple Rain? Too bad, because that's the answer" you grunt, crossing your arms. "That's right, I am cool enough to have it played. I guess we're tied again!"

"No, you don't loose a point. It's still three to two. This just gives you the opportunity to tie"

"W-wait a minute"

"Settle down" you pat his thigh, "you can still try, handsome"

He gulps when your hand meets his skin, despite the layer of clothes. It's still something that gets him on edge, no matter the years you've known each other. And handsome? You came here for blood.

"Okay, here's your chance: what image of me became trending topic on twitter? An image of me eating a typical dish from my country, an image of me watching Deadpool and Wolverine with glasses while Hugh Jackman's shirtless scene reflects on them or C, me meeting Taylor Swift at the backstage of the Eras Tour"

"The typical dish is tempting" he muses out loud, "but I'll go with the Taylor Swift one because that sounds like something that'd trend"

"You're right" you throw your card. "I'm not complaining though. Best day of my life"

"Does this mean I'm winning?" he beams excitedly. "Oh, in your face Paul! I will finally win something!"

"Slow down, cowboy. There's still some left"

He purses his lips. "Let me have this one thing, would you? Guess not. Here it comes" he starts to read his card, "At school I competed in state competitions, in which sport? Soccer, lacrosse, swimming"

"Swimming" you answer hastily, trying not to think on Pedro wearing tight little swimsuits, as you've only seen him wearing swim trunks.

"Okay, that's dissapointing. Please continue"

"I participated in which play while I was in highschool? Hamlet, The Iliad or Much Ado About Nothing"

You doubt he remembers. The only time it ever came up, was when you visited your parent's house and a photography of you during said play was showed to him by your dad.

"The Iliad, right?" you laugh. The answer is wrong: It's Hamlet. "What? I swear it was that one! It's just you have very..." beautiful is at the tip of his tongue but he refrains himself, "...very greek features"

You can't help but laugh.

"Why of course! This is a face people go to war for"

"I agree" your heart skips a beat, "but I don't think I'll make it that far, if we talk about a war"

"You big fat liar!" you slap his arm playfully. "You've played all sort of characters, from soldiers of all nationalities and places, and like, superheroes, f*****g Joel Miller, even a DEA agent. You at least learned something!"

"Wow, slow down, this isn't a filmography recount" he jokes. Liar, you mouth to the cameras. "Okay, last one: I became a viral sensation for eating what type of sandwhich in LADbible's snack wars: BLT, PB&J, grilled cheese"

You remember the video fondly. Even your brother had sent it to you, along a text that said: Isn´t this your husband?

"PB&J, I win!" you cheer, instantly getting off the chair to do a celebratory dance. Pedro doesn't say anything, just throwing the cards away while the fondness of his eyes betrays him.

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"Hello, I'm Paul Mescal. I'm here with my friends from the cast of Gladiator II" Connie and you both raise your palms to greet the camera, laughing when you realize you'd done it at the same time, "and we are going to play a game about how well we know each other for Vanity Fair" the irish man introduces the interview you're filming today.

"Did they prompt you?" Pedro speaks up, "or did you just make that up on the fly?"

You laugh a bit too loud, hoping they cut it off in the editing process.

Paul goes first, taking up a card with the first question written on it.

"Okay. Question: What's my least favorite day of the week?"

"Tuesday" answers Joseph once Paul is done reading. "Oh, you're writing it down?"

"Yeah" he answers.

"You just wrote Tuesday" Connie points out, Paul's card on his legs. You laugh along the rest.

"Yeah" he repeats laughing. "I actually, when you said Tuesday" Yeah, he said Tuesday Pedro adds on the background of laughter. "I was like...I'm gonna give everybody a point for that"

"I think I deserve a point for being observant" Connie complains.

Everyone gets a point and Paul moves towards the next question.

"What was the name of my character in Normal People?"

"Connell" both you and Joseph answer, looking at each other before squinting your eyes playfully.

"Callum" Pedro answers out loud at the same time, and you laugh. He clearly had slept when you played it for a re-watch last summer.

"No, you're out" Paul pokes Pedro next to him.

"Connel" Joseph repeats, and Fred agrees to the same answer.

Paul then asks Connie what's hers after he confirms you three.

"Connor?" she asks, confused.

"Incorrect. Three points" while pointing you three.

"You got wrong" he tells Pedro, "Callum's a different character"

"See? You just don't pay attention when you watch things" you blurt out, stopping yourself before adding the with me. It would be harder to come back from that, but so is this as everyone looks at you, even your husband, subtle panic in his eyes. Where the cameras this close? How long had you been silent?

"It's just, quick funny story" you improvise. "Pedro didn't know much about Paul's career, and as I am a fan, I took the time to show him and recommend him your stuff" Paul smiles. "Clearly, my fanatism didn't rub on Pedro but a girl can try"

He laughs, before saying "So the answer is Connell" and you try so hard to remain normal like the energy hasn't shifted.

"He only plays characters with the letter C in the name" Pedro jokes, chewing on a toothstick he seemingly pulled out of nowhere. More laughs follow, and you are so grateful for how he's handling your little metida de patada.

"What's number one on my bucket list?" he asks next, "and don't look at my answer"

The marker is the only sound to be heard, and then Pedro jokingly tries to take a peek.

"No peeking" Connie berates as Pedro laughs.

"You're not gonna be able to see that" Paul replies in an anyways tone.

You repeat the same joke, before Fred blocks you. "Not you too!"

Paul finishes after a while, Connie commenting it was long. Joseph raises his hand.

"Yes, Joseph"

"Is it to see the Great Wall of China?" he asks.

"No, but it's in that-"

"It's close, isn't it?" you interrupt.

"...family of thought" he finishes.

"It's to go and see something" Pedro points out.

"Okay. Rajasthan" tries Connie. "Go to Rajasthan, for a tour"

"Travel to South America" Paul interrupts with the correct answer, "I've never been to South America"

"I'm from South America" Pedro comments, never missing a chance to shout out his dear Chile.

Paul jokes about him getting three points while the rest of you laugh.

"I was born in South America. 17 points for Pedro"

"I want points too" you jump on the joke. "I know Spanish, so I can take you there and avoid you getting lost, mi querido amigo"

"But who was born there?" Pedro counters, "you get no points"

"I think Joseph is the only person who gets a point there" Paul adds, "because everybody just jumped on the bandwagon"

"He said to visit the Great Wall of China" Pedro protests, "which is nowhere near South America"

"It really is not" Connie agrees.

"Qué gente tan tramposa" you complain. "That's unfair. I remove my offer"

"Think about bucket list, and he came up with travel to bit" he tries to reason Joseph's point.

"And by the way, where in South America?" Pedro questions.

"Don't fight, don't fight" pleads Joseph, the calm one. Fred just sits there, enjoying the chaos.

"I want, any, I want to do a big tour of everywhere" Mescal defends himself.

Pedro doesn't back down. "'Cause it's very different"

Paul starts to get angry too. Jesus, men. Competitive men of it all.

"I know it's very different" making an annoyed face.

"Well, different is nice" you intervene, a hand placing in Pedro's left shoulder. "If you stop giving points for free, I'll come with you to the big everywhere tour"

"Alright" Paul agrees. "When's my birthday?" is the next question.

"February" all of you say.

Joseph struggles with the date first, saying seventh, then fourth. Fred tries with ninth, Pedro with eight, and then Joseph starts counting from one to two. Fred counts from eleven to twelve.

"Second" Mescal reveals. "Point to Joseph"

"Oh my God, you guys are good" Connie mentions.

"That's all my questions" and it's time to move on the next one: which happens to be your dear husband, Pedro.

"Paul is like" he brings up while the toothpick dances on his teeth, "Paul is motivated to catch up on points. He's coming for you" to pick on his competitive side as Mescal looks deep in thought.

"He's coming. He's coming" Joseph repeats as Fred laughs.

"What is my full name?"

"Oh! Pedro-" Paul tries in a blink. "Something, J? Jose? Juan?"

"Pedro Pascal, something, something" says Joseph.

"Nope"

"No?"

"Pedro Maria, Jose Maria Pascal" Paul struggles.

Pedro is about to answer when your voice cuts through the air.

"It's José Pedro Balmaceda Pascal" you recite.

"It indeed is!" he says, smiling a bit too much. "She gets a point"

"Jose Pedro Balmaceda Pascal" your husband repeats in a more english-friendly pronunciation, looking at the camera while toying with his toothpick.

"I said Jose, I said Jose" Paul protests.

Pedro shakes his head. "You said Jose, but then you put it-"

Connie takes Paul's side. "You did say Jose"

"But then you put it behind Pedro which eliminate- which disqualified you" he replies.

Paul gets angry. That sore looser.

"That's absolute bullshit"

"Don't worry mate, the game has just begun" you joke, making the man more irritated. "Think you can get ahead of me?"

"Joseph is still ahead, y/n" Paul counters, still irritated. "Besides, wouldn't it be cheating? You can speak Spanish!"

"So? Not like speaking a language allows you to know every person's name Paul" you mock. He just snorts, despite still being half angry. Pedro is allowed to continue, trying not to make a face at yours and Paul's banter.

"The question is, who is my favorite actor?" he reads. As the cast members laugh, he uncaps the marker with his mouth, and now you have to try not to make a face, thinking about those teeth sinking into your flesh.

Quinn raises his hand. "It's me"

"That you're my favorite actor?"

"Yeah. You said that to me once" the bald man sounds sure of it.

Paul tries to think in the background. So do you. How can you not know this? he must've brought it up at least once.

"Do you remember?" Joseph insists.

Pedro finally remembers. "I said you were- I said I thought you were special"

"Oh" he sounds rather dissapointed.

"And special can mean a lot of things" he jokes, laughing by himself. Fred laughs with you as Joseph makes a face, your laughter turning even louder when you notice Paul all moody, trying to get this point.

"Who's your favorite actor?" Paul asks, "I think we just have to shoot from the hip here guys"

"Marlon Brando?" Connie guesses.

"Is it Harrison Ford?" Fred guesses.

"Let's go with Harrison Ford just because he's my favorite actor..."

You can't believe you didn't know this. You've re-watched and watched so many Star Wars content together. He gives you a brief look, knowing you're embarrased at your lack of answer.

"As a kid?"

"He's most influent, yeah" Pedro agrees.

"What job did I have before I became a full-time actor?" is next.

"Dancer. You were a great dancer" Paul aswers. Both Fred and Joseph repeat it, adding he was specifically a go-go dancer.

"Oh, he is" you add. "Videos of you dancing are lovely. Ever thought of getting back in the bussiness?"

He laughs, what appears to be a light blush creeping up his cheeks.

"Sure, darling. When you ask me to dance, I'll be there"

Nobody comments on this, too busy waiting for Pedro to say yes or no to the answer they believe to be right. But he isn't saying it is. Now you remember why.

"Come on, come on, come on" Paul begs.

"Can any of you guys remember?" Pedro pleads.

They insist that he danced in Spain, then New York, then settle with Spain again, even Pedro confirming so. But it still isn't the answer written on the card, no matter how much the boys insist.

"Connie?" he tries. She just looks confused.

"The answer in the card is-"

"Waiter" you answer. "You were a waiter"

Now you have three points under your belt.

"Why do you always say the answer at last?!" Paul grumbles. "You are cheating!"

"I'm not" you laugh the accusation off. "You just can't accept I'm better"

"Si que lo eres" Pedro agrees. "Es divertido hacer que se enoje Paul"

"What did you say about me? It's not fair, you're probably sharing the answers!" he's still adamant on insisting with the supposed cheating issue, making you laugh.

Now it's Connie's turn, who starts with: "How many languages do I speak?"

You put a puzzled look.

"You speak seven, eight maybe" Joseph guesses. Pauls says she speaks french, "but most likely seven"

Pedro points his finger at him. "Once he gets going, he's on a roll"

"Joe's got it" Connie agrees.

"Paul, end this reign" Pedro jokes. He looks rather frustrated.

"And the bonus points" Connie offers. "Okay, bonus, what are they?"

"This is an emperor's reign" your husband adds.

Joseph answers: Italian. Danish. English. Swedish. French. Spanish. Norwegian.

Connie agrees she speaks Spanish, making you jump in excitement.

"Oh, I didn't know that!" you beam. "Wait, does that mean you did get what Pedro and I gossiped about you?"

"What?" Joseph asks.

"Nada" you quickly correct yourself. "Yo no dije nada"

"Not that much. I just speak a bit of Spanish. I mostly dominate my own language, German and English"

"You blew our cover!" Pedro nags, hitting your bare leg, yet its devoid of anger.

"He needs a bonus" comments Connie, surprised at Joseph.

"This is horrifying" Pedro says when Joseph gets another point and a fricking bonus on top of that. "This is a slaughter"

"Oh, for which film did I have a gym built in my garage?"

Both Joseph and Paul answer the question correctly, saying Wonder Woman. The latter is quick to state they both get that point.

"That's one for me" Paul says, then looks at you. "And none for you"

You stick out your tongue at him as Connie reads the next card.

"If I were to take this cast on a vacation where would I take you?"

"Ibiza" answers Joseph. Connie agrees in Spanish, with a cute and excited correcto.

Your husband feels the need to crack a joke at Quinn's expense.

"Somebody was paying attention to Connie Nielsen very closely during the shooting of this movie"

"Okay. What is my favorite curse word in Danish?"

"Fuck" Pedro tries.

"No"

"Nobody is going to get that, Connie" Paul bickers.

"Oh, I don't know any Danish" you lament.

"At least now you know how it feels" Mescal drops, making you snort. You playfully kick him on the ribs with your shoe.

"It's very simple" Connie gives as a clue. "It's the same word in every language"

"Shit" Paul tries.

"Satan" she reveals.

Everybody is laughing in confusion at that, saying there's no way you could use that.

"Vos Satan!" Connie curses.

Now it's Fred's turn.

"What is my weirdest on-set habit?"

"I haven't noticed you do anything weird on set" Paul tells.

"I have" Pedro interrupts.

They all get on a small briefing about what could it possibly be, that it was weird, and wasn't part of his character, as you ponder. It was funny before, but now Paul is behind you by a point. So think fast.

"Yeah. I would say being yourself" Pedro jokes, but surprisingly, it works.

"Me! Five points for Pedro" he celebrates as you all laugh. "Love Fred. Oh, Fred"

"Oh, oh, okay" he moves to the next question. "What is my favorite reality TV show?"

Joseph tries with Survivor and Paul with Alone. Truth is, you don't watch any show of said kind, only vagely hearing about Love Island.

"You and I have talked about reality TV" Pedro reveals, "It's just that we never identified one"

They keep guessing shows that sound like a foreign language to you.

"You know what's offensive? That I'm the second youngest of this cast and I have no idea what are you all talking about"

"She's not to be trusted" Pascal quips, "can't trust someone who doesn't appreciate the art of reality TV"

You huff, annoyed.

"Is it A&E stuff?" Pedro asks.

"Yeah, it's the competitive cheapskates" Fred answers. "It's people that really save money on everything"

Pedro gets the point because he mentioned the A&E bit.

"There's like this amazing guy that made a stew out of fish bones, and I just thought it was incredible" he shares. Then, moves to the next question. "What is my go-to crafty snack?"

Nobody remembers eating snacks on set, and Fred gives the clue that it's a drink. Joseph says it's a smoothie, and he does remember it but it isn't the answser.

"I'm thinking of something specific. That Emerge-C that you put in the water"

"Oh, that's very good" you agree, so does the rest, even discussing the best colors

"Who in the cast would I ask to bail me out of jail?"

Everyone even Pedro agree its him. Everyone gets a point, yet Joseph remains ahead.

It's Joseph's turn. "What is my favorite sport?"

"Skateboarding" Paul is so quick to answer, earning him two points for both being correct and time.

"What celebrity do I get mistaken for?"

"Daisy Edgar-Jones sometimes" says Mescal. Of course he had to bring her up.

"No, she gets mistaken for me" Joseph jokes. "Yeah, poor Daisy. But I'm writing it down"

"That was the two letters?" Pedro notices. Still, no one gets it.

It's fucking Justin Timberlake. You'd never guess that.

"What is my favorite film franchise?"

You've probaly named all the existing franchises to no avail. You think fo your dad, a huge geek, trying to remember if there is one missing.

"Oh- Lord of the Rings!" you both answer with Paul at the same time.

"C'mon!" his celebration is short lived when he realizes you tied to him.

"What is my favorite British slang word?"

Pedro says it can't be said, but Quinn insists they can, even adding it's his favorite one too.

"We can say bad words? We can say-?" but the camera beeps over it.

The answer is Bellend. What even is that? Joseph feigns sadness and Pedro keeps apologizing, even as you sit on the chair.

"Okay. I'm last"you wiggle your eyebrows with interest. "Let's see. Okay, first question: what did I take from the Gladiator II set?"

"You took something?" Joseph asks on disbelief.

"Why wouldn't I take something?"

"Is it like an item or memorabilia?" asks Connie.

"It's an item" you uncap the marker, scribbling down the answer.

"It's a short word" Fred points out, but still can't provide a guess.

"You took the rings home" Pedro answers. You snap your had on his way, probably obvious. "What? You told me" he says.

Of course Paul complains. "Hey, that isn't fair! He knew the answer before!"

"Well, if you payed more attention to me, you'd know it"

Lies. Pedro knows because it's sitting in the jewelry box inside your house.

"See? I do pay attention" Pedro playfully hits Mescal.

"I could pay you more attention" he looks at you.

"Alright, then do. Ready? Next question: what is my go-to movie? Oh, this is a good one. I'm always changing it, but most of the time I end up choosing the same one"

They all give you a puzzled look as you scribble.

"C'mon, guys! I've said it on interviews before too. Paul?" the man shrugs. "Thought you said you'd pay me more attention. Heads up, you're doing a terrible job so far!"

"Hey!" he protests. "It's not fair if the answer's changing. Give us a clue"

"You didn't give any clues to yours!" you giggle. "Besides, I don't want you to win"

"Hey, that's against the rules!"

"I'd say it depends on the season" Pedro speaks up. You quirk an eyebrow. "Like, if it's changing, I don't think your Christmas go-to movie is the same as your summer one"

"Actually" you smile fondly, "that is true. On summer, it's Mamma Mia. So I suppose, if you can't guess the one, that'll do"

"No" he smiles, cheeky. "I know it too"

"Yeah?" you challenge, "what is it, then?"

"It's Thelma and Louise" he answers, and your heart beats fast.

"How do you know?" Paul inquires. "Somebody was paying attention to Y/n L/n very closely during the shooting of this movie"

Ah, his joke from earlier. Joseph giggles behind him. Karma, he supposes.

"She said it on an interview, guys. C'mon, learn your sources!"

"Okay" you clear your throat. "What movie got me into acting?"

"Thelma and Louise" Joseph tries.

"No" you laugh, "you're just recycling the answer"

"Is it an old or modern movie?" Connie asks.

"Hmh, old" you pause, "just not... I don't know if you'll ever guess it"

"Is it a Pedro Almodóvar film?" you shake your head. "What? You're always mentioning him!"

Pedro looks into your eyes amid the others' discussion, and you can tell he remembers the conversation.

"There isn't one"

You smile, chest pounding at his soft tone.

"That's correct"

"A trick question?!" Paul yells. "I quit"

"When there's just one left?" you tease.

"Yes, because you've been hiding it all the time but no more" he counters, pointing both you and Pedro. You feel the space getting smaller, breaths going from even to noticeable. "You are sharing answers"

You try to make your breath of relief pass as a chuckle.

"I'm not even gonna win, relax. And drop the charges, please. Loose like a man"

"You didn't explain it though" Connie speaks. "What did Pedro mean?"

"While I have many movies that are inspiration to me, they aren't the reason I chose this path. I did it because I saw an Oscar's ceremony when I was 11" you explain fondly, feeling warm at the memories. "I still remember when they handed the award to Diablo Cody for best original screenplay. I don't know, man, it moved me. What it meant for young artists who came from nothing. I guess I wanted, one day, to be the one standing there, for other dreamers to see it's possible"

"Wow, that's beautiful" Connie says.

"Thank you" you get flustered. "Suppose it was worth it, you know, to do interviews about not really knowing my cast mates" and laugh.

"How does Pedro know, though?" Joseph asks.

"We talk a lot" you clear your throat. "Last one: what indie horror movie did I make a small appearence in? I'm feeling generous because it's the last so I'll give you a clue. It's a Stephen King adaptation"

Paul is the first to speak. "You where in a-"

"Yeah but it wasn't such a huge role. Don't make yourself any ideas"

"I have no idea" Connie surrenders. "Other clue, as in how many words?"

"It doesn't even have any words" you laugh. "You give up? It's 1922. Was an extra as well. Made me think Netflix had my name highlighted in the extra call sheet, because I did so many minor and background roles during that year. Grateful, though, because now I get to be Rome's empress and not fortune teller or highschool #6"

The interview ends, and the camera may or may have not captured the last seconds, Pedro's gaze fixated with you the entire time.

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You arrived in London today. The premiere will be in a few days, and things have been, well, hectic.

Lux couldn't stop talking all the plane ride, but your mind kept going back at the email your manager had sent you before you had boarded the plane.

It's catching upon you, read the haunting message. Attached below, a TMZ article that claimed a regular church attendee had seen you both getting married. It also used a lot of the noise fans had been making on social media, connecting dots or just hyping up the undeniable chemistry. It ended with a little paragraph saying it was obvios, and they're just hoping you'd confirmed it.

You came to realize you didn't care about it anymore. Sure, the pushing around annoyed you, but the thought of still keeping your marriage under wraps feels pointless now. Why wouldn't you shout to the world how in love with your husband you are?

Yet, when you arrive at the hotel, you keep the same protocol of arriving after Pedro, who has already checked in with two keys, claiming its for him and his sister, while you ask for the key to Lux's actual room. After you swipe cards with her, you head over the room you'd be sharing with your husband.

His face appears in your frame, everything happening quickly.

"Get inside. Now"

Your body is dragged inside the hotel room, not even giving you time to swipe the key for yourself.

"Pedro!" you exclaim, between surprised and confused. "What the hell is your problem?"

"Did you read it?"

"What? The article?" your tone is filled with annoyance. "Yes, I did. Why?"

"What do you mean why?" he snaps, voice raising higher. "Don't play dumb with me. You know fans have fuelled the rumors, and tabloids have started digging every corner in fucking California"

"So, what? You're acting as if people finding out is the worst thing in the world" you roll your eyes.

"It is, yes!" Pedro bursts out, caving in to the stress.

It feels like you've been hit across your face.

"Excuse me?" you seethe, hurt etched all across your features. "Would it be the worst thing in the world to admit you're married to the person you supposedly love the most?"

"I love you, y/n. It's just-"

His voice softens, trying to reach for you, yet you pull back, his hand falling to his side in an akward manner. He sighs in frustration, running a hand through his hair as he sits on the edge of the bed.

"I love you" he repeats, sounding much more sure this time.

Your frame seems smaller as your voice comes out hoarse, filled with emotion, appearing to be in the brink of tears:

"Then why do you act like you're embarrassed of me?"

He hates himself for making you feel this way, making you think things that aren't true.

"I don't. Never" he emphasizes. Then, tries to reach once again when you move a little bit closer to him, recognizing that's your way of letting him know you're ready. "You're the most precious thing in the world to me, don't ever think the opposite" then he sighs, heavy. "I'm just scared"

You silently ask him to explain, rubbing his thumb soothingly across his tattoo.

"You're so young, and I'm, well- I know we're aware of it, but people are cruel and the press is ruthless. I don't want to see your name dragged across the mud because you decided to marry me. Your career is starting, and I'd never forgive myself is something happened to you because of me. Not trying to make this about me, yeah? But this industry is fucked up. You've work hard to get to where you are, and it'll be unfair if you'd loose it. I'm scared because us..." he wavers, words trailing off. "I want us to be. I wouldn't want to live in a world without you, i-it would kill me not to have you be my wife"

You desperately want to kiss off the worry on his face, but let him finish.

"N-not saying our love is weak, or anything! That a couple of opinions or tabloids will- you know? Just, I-I don't want them to break us apart. Mi vida, you're the light of my life. Please, forgive me, I-"

He feels his throat closing up, words failing to come out. You sense the grip on your hand to be stronger, immediately letting loose of it.

"Hey. C'mere" your voice is tender, allowing him to bury his face in your stomach as you comb his messy curls with your fingers. "It's okay, I'm here. I'm not going anywhere"

He lets himself melt under your touch, his mind loosing itself in the soft of your digits and your perfume up his nostrils. He's again breathing normaly, hands now hugging your waist.

"There you go. Better?" Pedro nods, still not being able to talk. "That's okay, take all the time you need. We have all day"

"Do we?" he raises his view, his eyes soft yet there is something else to the brown shade.

You hum as to nod. "We agreed to join Lux for dinner. It's barely 1pm"

"Tell me you're thinking it too" his voice cuts throughout the air, boucing off the tapestry on the walls.

You laugh, nervously. "I don't think I do"

"Hmmh, I see" he stands up, towering over you. "You sure you don't?"

"You sure you want this?"

Before you know it, his lips capture yours in a passionate kiss, cutting off all words to be said. What a waste of air, anyway. You are quick to reciprocate, whimpering against his lips.

Pedro picks you up like you're as light as a feather, his arms flexing as he carries you and places you on the bed, frame hovering over yours. He breaks the kiss to breath, but you're pulling him back in, his hold on your hips tighter and the wet spot in your panties wetter.

"Look at you, pretty baby. So needy" he whispers against your face, hot breath lingering above your lips. "And mine. Mía. Only mine"

"I am, yes. Yours only. Need you so bad right now, papi" you answer in a rush. "Now shut up and fuck me"

"Con gusto" he chuckles darkly, "gotta keep the wife happy"

"Happy wife, happy life" you recite, stripping him off of his plain shirt, revealing his toned torso, bulging biceps defined by the movements. You gulp. "Fuck, papi. Gotta thank Marvel for this. I love all of your versions, but I can work with this too" you dreamily stare at him, your hands cupping his face.

He strips the rest of his clothing, but a cute blush adorns his cheeks.

"Yeah, well, it's Scott's fault too"

Your impatient fingers reach the middle of your panties to rub your clothed pussy, letting out a sound that darkens his hazel orbs.

"Fuck that guy" you mutter. Pedro laughs.

"Thought you said you loved the guy"

"Until I learned what he said about your body" you groan, still rubbing. "Connie told me"

His hands now travel to remove your clothes, almost ripping them off.

"Who cares? I just want to fuck you now" he breathes out, practically drooling at the sight of your damp panties. "Lemme take this off too"

He unhooks your bra, seeing the hard nipples. The urge to lick them is so bad, but his desire to fill you silly to the brim is stronger.

You see his hesitation, which is why you grab him by the neck to pull him in for a kiss. He kisses back fiercely, labored breaths as he struggles to focus on your lips, his wet mouth darting to your jaw, neck and collarbones. His hands roam all over your body, needy.

"Gotta be inside of you, mami. Can't wait any longer"

"Then stop waiting" you plead, tugging at his boxers with urgency.

Seeing you so cockhungry, lips parted and pupils blown wide makes his hard dick twitch with anticipation.

He mutters a labored fuck, aligning himself to enter your sticky folds. Pedro enters your tight pussy with a low groan, burying himself deep inside of you, used to his length by now. You're basically begging for it, nails digging and eyes supplicating.

He can't deny you anything, can he?

A messy whine leaves your widened mouth as you adjust, pleasure mixed with pain.

"Mhmm" you moan.

"Mhmm what?" he mocks. "You asked for it. Now take it, cariño"

He thrusts deeper into you, watching in awe how his dick enters your pussy; it was always perfectly, your pussy made for him.

"You're drippin' baby" his rough voice caresses your cheek. He kisses the are, giving a lick to the sweat starting to form. "S'fucking tight too"

You move your hips towards him, trying to augment the friction. The overstimulation starts to cloud your sense, reducing you to a whiny mess as you grip his steady arms.

"I can't think of anything but you, baby" he confesses between grunts, "filling up your pussy to the brim, you dripping with my seed for days"

You moan at the filthy words.

"Love how you take my dick, amor" stretching you as Pedro moves in and out. "S'made for me"

"Yes" you moan, skin slapping sounds bouncing off the walls. "Fuck, I love your dick..."

His pace picks up, and it comes to a point where he's just fucking you silly, his grip on your hips surely to leave a bruise as you keep spilling obscene sounds of pleasure from your lips.

"Your pussy's mine, yeah? No one else gets to have you like this"

"N-no, just you, Pedro. My h-husband" you manage to squeeze, more moans vocalizing the pleasure you felt with each thrust, his big dick inside of you moving in a a steady rhythm, making your eyes roll back further and orgasm closer.

Your breasts bounce with each thrust, and he finds impossible to resist the urge anymore, licking the sensible skin and hard nipples, your hands moving to his back, scratching him harshly, both chasing your release.

"Please!" you whine out loud, not caring how desperate you sound.

Harder. Faster. Rougher.

But your husband knows you, so he indeed starts to fuck you harder, heavy breaths and slippy kiss noises hanging in the spaces between each thrusts. He pants with every motion of his dick, a knot forming on his belly.

"Shit, baby. I think I'm gonna cum. Gonna come so hard"

"Do it. I'm on birth control, remember?" you groan, feeling your high approach as well. "Fill me up, please. Give me all your cum"

Your bodies move as one, precise thrusts hitting exactly that sweet spot of yours repeatedly, chasing your orgasm. For a brief moment, your eyes lock with his and then he's saying:

"I love you, y/n. So much"

Your heart skips a bit, his dick twitching inside as his gaze glimmers with adoration and possesiveness, teeth grazing your skin with marks for him to call you his.

"I love you too, Pedro. More than you know"

A final thrust is delivered. Fuck, feels so good you think you hear him say. Just like promised, he fills you with his release, shots of his thick, warm cum inside your sticky walls. You follow soon, back arching, toes curling, and both head and eyes rolling back. Pedro falls on top of you, his broad body collapsing over yours, as you both pant hard, trying to steady your pulse and breath. He then removes himself and positions you to be the one on top now, lazily throwing the covers over your bare bodies. We need to shower, you said, but he argued you'd do it later before going out.

"I needed that" and you happily hum in agreement at your husband's dragged out words.

Your head falls and rises, with the movement of his chest, silence settling on the previously filled with sex noises room. That until he speaks up:

"One day, I'm gonna fill you up so good until you have my babies, mami" he murmurs, just then realizing what he said. But you snuggle closer, hand and legs drapped over his bare body. You look at him closely, seeing nothing but certainty on his eyes.

I choose you. I'll always choose you.

"Whatever it is with you" your nose brushes his, a small sweet kiss on his lips, "I want"

His eyes shine, probably with tears or the glow of affection.

"Let's do it"

"What?" you look into his eyes for any sign of doubt, bull all you see is love. "Pedro, are you serious?"

He nods. "Wouldn't you want that?"

You feel the corner of your lips pull up.

"Never have I wanted anything more"

poppysplayground: Y/N AND PEDRO RED CARPET DEBUT AT THE LONDON PREMIER OF GLADIATOR II WTF I JUST WOKE UP ptwt is in SHAMBLES mostannoyingbillioner: UM HELLO pedro showing up with two hot women on his arms LUX GIMME A CHANCE pompeiianbollockr: WAIT WDYM THEY ARE MARRIED?!??! ALL THIS TIME?@?#? HOW???! NEED BIGGER CAPS TO SCREAM I'M GOING INSANE at0michips: that article better come out now or i'll burn the TMZ building ann-gell: not me thirsting for a married man 😭😭😭 how they kept this a secret for so long?? we should've noticed ㅤㅤunhing3dprincess: ann-gell i did. knew betting my grandma was the way all along ㅤㅤpyramiidsf: i'm gonna start betting my grandma too

cr: divider @kodaswrld / gif @trashcora

[lumosinlove]

Vaincre

Link to Ao3

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june part viii

“Hold on, hold—What did you say?”

Sirius stepped out onto the moonlit porch of the cottage and put a finger over his free ear—as if it was his fault he could barely hear the words his little brother was saying. Regulus’ call had come half-way through washing up after dinner, Julian begging for a nighttime game of pick-up, and Hope laughing at Remus for eating the last of the apple pie straight from the dish. He’d assumed he was calling about travel plans, but he hadn’t expected the thumping music in the background or cacophony of laughing voices. 

“I said I’m driving up day after tomorrow,” Regulus shouted, then laughed at something and said hello to someone, telling them to make themselves at home.

Sirius briefly wondered where he’d picked up the phrase and learned to use it so easily. It wasn’t like they’d heard it much. Make yourself at home. Instantly, Sirius thought of that basement bedroom at Pascal’s, and their warm kitchen—the kids doing homework, Celeste and Pascal cooking. Sirius, you don’t have to ask for water or anything else. Please, help yourself.

“I know that,” Sirius shouted back to Regulus, even though he probably didn’t have to. “You—ouais, you already told me that?”

“Oh. I did? Okay!”

“Ouais, I—” Sirius turned as Remus’ face appeared through the screen door, a questioning look on his face.

“You good?” Remus asked. “You’re yelling?”

Sirius pulled the phone away a bit. “I think my brother is drunk calling me.” He pressed the speaker back to his cheek. “Are you okay?”

Remus, obviously trying not to laugh, retreated back into the house.

“I just wanted to call,” Regulus shouted in his ear. “I just wanted to say, see you soon. Just wanted to say I’m glad this is—”

There was a long pull of silence, during which Sirius couldn’t tell if Regulus was talking to someone else, had dropped his phone perhaps, or was just thinking.

“I’m glad…” He began finally. “I mean, I’m glad these things happened.”

He didn’t sound drunk, Sirius supposed. He just sounded…unsure.

“What things?” Sirius asked.

“Everything.”

“What?”

“I just wanted to call you! And hear your voice, Sirius, fuck.”

“Why? Are you okay?”

More cursing, a blend of French and English. “Yes. Nothing has to be wrong for me to want to talk to you.”

“I…Ouais, okay.”

It seemed like he had moved somewhere quieter, but only by a bit. There was still music, low and filled with quick-lyrics, and Sirius caught passing parts of English conversations. Sirius picked out one voice, a girl, who said Regulus’ name and find me later.

“Who is that?” Sirius asked, then felt stupid.

Regulus didn’t hear him, busy telling the girl something before the speaker rustled, back against his ear.

“So. Finn and Alex go running every day,” Regulus shouted over the music. “I mean, when they can. When they’re in the same city.”

Sirius hadn’t known that, but, then again, Regulus probably spent more time with the Cubs. He should stop thinking of them as the Cubs. That had been Finn and Logan during their rookie seasons, and then Leo, but they didn’t really deserve that anymore. Especially not with a Cup.

“I—That’s nice.” Sirius looked towards the lake. The waves were soft tonight. All the boats had long gone home. Did he want to go running together? “I thought you were sort of done with…”

“No, I don’t want to run, I just…”

For the next few seconds, and Sirius pulled his phone back to watch some of the time go by on the screen, there was more silence. This was their way. He wished it wasn’t, he wished he had the right words to fill every part of his brother’s mind until he could cancel out all the wrong ones. But half-finished sentences it was. Half-thoughts that somehow found completion once they both stuttered and tried a few dozen times.

“I’m just saying,” Regulus said. “I’m just saying that when I get there, I’m your brother not your house guest.”

Sirius looked back towards the screen door at that, hoping Remus would be there. House guest? What did that mean?

“Did that sound bad?” Regulus said loudly.

“Non,” Sirius said. “I—non. I don’t—okay.” He was sort of panicking. Dumo would have known what to say. “I’m—sorry.”

“Non. C’est—Non. I’m saying it all wrong.”

Finn and Alex run. House guest.

“I…” Sirius cleared his throat. “Reg, I can barely hear you. I don’t know…I don’t know what else… I didn’t mean to make you feel like we’re…”

Not as good as other brothers.

“I just mean.” Over everything, he did hear the breath Regulus let out. Someone else said his name through a laugh and a hello. “Hi, yeah, come on in.”

Sirius waited, unsure how to have this conversation with music and other people right there.

“I should probably go,” Regulus said. “Sorry, I know you’re with everyone. And I know I’m—it’s loud, sorry. I don’t know.”

“I’m not with everyone,” Sirius said.

“Ha, right.”

Something definitely took a tumble in the background. The music soared up, louder, and Regulus cursed.

“Shit,” he said. “Sorry! Someone—Sirius?”

“I’m here,” Sirius said. “I’m right here.”

“I should…” The next words, shouted like they were talking to each other over a windstorm, still hit Sirius somewhere soft and gentle. “Hey, I get to stand next to you, right? On the day? Your day.”

Sirius pressed a hand over his chest and found the lake blurring through what must be a few tears. That. That had surprised him. It probably shouldn’t have.

“Please,” Sirius said, then laughed a little when Regulus did. “Yeah, you’ll stand next to me.”

“Good. Okay, good.” Someone else said Regulus’ name.

Sirius realized he still thought of him as his quiet brother, half pressed against the sides of rooms so nothing could surprise him.

He felt only pure relief in realizing that wasn’t true anymore.

“I love you,” Regulus said suddenly, a gasp of breath almost. “So. Yeah, I do. And I’ll see you soon.”

“I—see you soon,” Sirius said, staring, unseeing, at the lake. “I love you, too, Reg.”

He sort of forgot to go back inside. He didn’t know how long he’d been sitting on the top porch step until a blanket appeared around his shoulders and Remus sat down close enough to press their hips and shoulders together.

“Is he okay?” Remus asked. “You’ve been out here for a while, I couldn’t tell if you were still on the phone.”

“Sorry,” Sirius said. “I didn’t help with dishes.”

“More than enough hands for that.” Remus turned Sirius’ hand over and traced a line of his palm with his thumb. “Everyone’s gone up to bed.”

“He just said he…” Sirius cleared his throat. “He just wanted to call me.”

Remus nodded. “Okay…Is he all good?”

Sirius nodded. “Yeah, he—he said Finn and Alex go running together when they’re in the same city. And that when he gets here, I should treat him like a brother? Not like a house guest?”

Remus laughed, just a little. “Well, okay, then. Blunt, as usual.”

“I have no idea what any of it meant.” Sirius rubbed a hand through his hair. “I don’t think he was actually drunk? I mean, I don’t know.”

“Sounds like he wants to spend time with you.”

Sirius shook his head, bewildered. “Sounds like he wishes we were Finn and Alex. Merde, or you and Jules. I don’t…”

“No,” Remus said, hand hooking over Sirius’ shoulder. He rested his chin there, too.

“Yes.” Sirius sighed. “I don’t know. He was so… He has all of these friends, and then he said he loved me, and asked if he gets to stand next to me. I thought—I mean, of course?”

“Did you tell him that?”

“Yes.”

“No, I mean before.”

“Well—Before when?”

Remus squeezed his arm. “He might have thought you’d choose James. Or Pascal. Julian said he thought I was going to choose Thomas when I told him he’d be next to me.” Sirius felt Remus’ quiet laugh against his neck. “Then he googled weddings and got all freaked out I was going to make him give a speech.”

Sirius smiled. “Oh God, Reg is not going to give a speech, there’s no way.”

“That’s fine,” Remus said. “We have a lot of people who are going to want to say something. I went with my dad and sorted out the whole music, sound-system situation today. I don’t know if we’re going to be able to stop potential karaoke.”

“Oh God. James.”

“Yeah.”

“Finn.”

“What, you’re not going to sing me a song, Black?”

“There’s a lot of things I’ll do for you…That’s maybe not one.”

“Well, damn.”

“Unless you…like, really want me to.”

“I would never torture you like that.”

Sirius pressed his smile into Remus’ cheek, enjoying the way Remus leaned further against him. Something made the nearby waves pick up, and Sirius closed his eyes, suddenly wanting to be in their room with the windows open, listening to them as they fell asleep.

“We owe your entire family a vacation,” Sirius said. “A long one.”

“For real, though,” Remus laughed. When Sirius put his hand out, Remus laced their fingers together. “Hey.”

Sirius looked down at him. He had more freckles than Sirius had ever seen him with. They dotted across his nose and cheeks. They would be there for their wedding photographs. Something about them made Remus look like he had when Sirius had first met him in his Lions staff jacket. Hi, Sirius? I’m Remus Lupin. Is there anything I can do for you?

Remus hooked a finger in the neck of his shirt, pulling his attention back to right then.

“You’re the one who found a whole new sort of family,” Remus said. “It’s good Regulus is doing that, too.”

“I know.”

“And you’re doing it again. You’re my family and we’re yours. That includes Reg—believe me. If you don’t make him know it, my mom will.”

Sirius smiled. “Hope Lupin versus Regulus Black. That—oh, what’s the thing your dad says?”

“Which thing?”

“Ah…” Sirius squinted upwards, carding a hand through Remus’ hair. “Oh. We love to see it.”

Remus tilted his head back, laughing. “We love to see it. Oh my God. You’re funny that you remember that.”

They leaned their heads together. The waves had quieted. Sirius watched Remus’ thumb make slow tracks over his knuckles and wrist. The woods around them rustled, and a cluster of crickets sang somewhere close by. Sirius still couldn’t believe how many stars he could see here.

“I know we just said how much help we’re getting with wedding things,” Remus said quietly. “And that we owe them a vacation, so we should probably stick around. But…”

“But?” Sirius said, then he couldn’t help himself anymore and leaned in to kiss Remus. He made a soft, happy sound. Sirius pressed his thumb over his engagement ring.

“Do you maybe,” Remus hardly leaned away to speak, “want to drive somewhere tomorrow?”

“Just us,” Sirius said, and kissed him again, then again, in time with the hush of the lake’s shore.

“Just us.”

~

“No.”

Finn laughed as he reached the end of the pier before Alex, catching himself on the railing. He pulled back, letting himself hold on by his fingertips as he tilted his head up to the sky and let out a whoop.

“I win,” he shouted. “I fucking win.”

“I let you win,” Alex panted. He had his hands on his knees and was trying to blink sweat out of his eyes. “Tell me, who’s in the playoffs right now and needs to conserve their strength? Oh yeah. Me.”

“Fuck off,” Finn said. “I’m not even out of breath.”

“That’s because you’re a freak.”

Finn reached forward and flicked the bill of Alex’s cap up, knocking it to the ground.

Alex swiped at him, making to hit him in the groin, but Finn jumped back, out of reach. Alex scowled as he picked up his hat.

Finn turned back towards the water. The day’s heat was catching on now and he adjusted his own cap, pushing his sweaty hair back.

“No training today, right?” Finn asked.

“Nope.” Alex came to stand beside him. “Day off. Tomorrow, though. Morning’s optional. Do you know if Tremz is going?”

“I’ll ask him.”

They walked in the sun until they could cross back across the road and the smooth pavement of the river paths turned into the West Village’s cobblestones. There was a cluster of dogs outside of their regular coffee shop and Finn saw Alex snap a photograph of a particularly glossy golden retriever and send it off to Kasey.

“Are you bringing breakfast back or are they meeting you?” Alex asked.

“Lo’s probably sleeping still—bringing back.”

Alex nodded. “Do you—like urgently, or—Want to sit for a bit?”

Finn raised his eyebrows. “Yeah, I wanna sit. Are you okay?”

Alex turned his hat backwards as they went inside the shop. “Why?”

“You just started three different sentences.”

Alex kept his eyes on the menu. “I just—What are you poking me for, I want to have coffee with you, I’m being nice.”

Finn put his hands up. “Okay. Be nice, then.”

They ordered and found a table out front, so small they had to sit side-by-side to avoid being in the middle of the sidewalk. It was half in the shade of a tree and in the shadow of a row of Citi Bikes. Finn watched Alex fidget with his straw.

“How’s your shoulder?” Finn asked.

“What? Oh, fine. Just one of those things. Doesn’t bother me enough to bother me.”

Finn nodded. “Yeah. Lo’s got that with one of his calves. Doesn’t bother him on the ice but at home he’s all—you know. Harz, Le, can you get that, my leg.”

Alex laughed. “Let me guess. You get it for him.”

“So what if we do?”

“Shocker.”

Finn laughed, shaking the ice cubes around in his cup. “Whatever.”

They watched two beagles pass by, one coming over to sniff intently at Finn’s shoe. Finn asked if he could pet them, mostly trying to give Alex a moment to say whatever he wasn’t saying. He ran his palm over the dog’s soft ears, smiled at the warm kisses of its tongue against his wrist, and nodded his thanks to the owner who continued on.

“They’re not getting married. Yet.”

Finn watched the dogs go for another moment. Their white-tipped tails swished happily in unison. Twins. Brothers.

Finn turned back in his seat and took a sip of his coffee. Alex was looking at him out of the corner of his eye. He had one of his knees bouncing. When it rattled the table, he stopped.

“Hello?” Alex sighed.

Finn put an arm around him and pulled them together. The bill of Alex’s hat, low on the back of his neck, bumped into Finn’s nose, but Finn just held on tighter.

“Al…” Finn squeezed him hard. “Thank God, fuck.”

“I—yeah.” Alex sighed, slumping into him a little. “Guess you were right. I was worried. And sad.”

“I know,” Finn said. He pulled back. “How is everything now?”

Alex laughed, rubbing at his jaw. “Fuck. So much better. It’s like I was using half my lungs or something.”

“Don’t I know that feeling.”

“Yeah, what is up with us?”

“Mm…I don’t know. Maybe mom knows.”

Alex shook his head like he was still clearing the fog of these last months. He turned his face up towards the sunlight coming through the trees. “Yeah, she probably knows. Anyway…”

Finn raised his eyebrows and Alex shrugged.

“There you have it,” Alex said.

“There you have it? C’mon, how’d it go down?”

Alex groaned. “It went down, that’s all that matters.”

“Alex. What happened to telling each other things?”

“There’s nothing to tell. Natalie and I talked and then Kasey and I talked and—I don’t know, I confessed?”

“Al.”

“And I cried.” Alex slapped his hand to his thigh, laughing a little. “Which was—nice. But embarrassing.” He messed with his straw again, the paper scratching against the plastic lid. “I don’t think I even—really knew how worried I was. I think I assumed they would get tired of me. And I was just going to have to be okay with that.”

“I’ll beat up anyone who thinks they could get tired of you.”

Alex smiled slightly. “I’m glad I was wrong.”

“O’Haras don’t do sometimes. We’re all-day-every-day.”

“Ha, yeah. I guess that’s true.”

“So, you’re spending the summer together?”

“Yeah, gonna go to California, train with one of Kase and I’s old teammates. See Natalie’s family. What are you guys doing after the wedding?”

“France,” Finn said. “New Orleans.”

“Fancy you.”

Finn smiled. “Lo’s hoping for a Cup day in August, obviously, and he wants to bring it to Harvard with Percy and Will.”

“You gonna go?”

Finn nodded. “I want to take Leo all around. I mean…If he wants. I think he’ll like it? But I don’t want it to feel like…”

“‘Here are all the things we did without you?’”

“Yeah, exactly.” Finn stretched his legs out under the table. “I want—I’d mean it like, look, this is special now because you’re here, too. I mean, it was special before with just Lo, but it was also just…”

“Sad,” Alex finished.

“Yeah.” Finn laughed. “Are you going to finish all my—”

“Sentences.”

“Al—”

“—ex, stop,” Alex wined, then laughed loudly when Finn punched his arm.

“Okay, I’m done having coffee with you.”

Alex laughed and stood up. “Yeah, yeah, if you don’t get Tremz his chocolate he’ll bite you.”

“I mean, you’re—”

“—not wrong,” Alex said, then jumped out of Finn’s reach.

“Alex.”

“Okay, okay.” Alex lifted an arm and pulled Finn in. “See you later, yeah?” He pulled back and flicked his forehead. “Love you, Fish.”

Finn squinted one eye closed. “If you say so.”

Finn waited until Alex was halfway down the street, fishing his keys out of his pocket.

“I love you, too!” Finn shouted.

Alex turned to laugh, shaking his head.

Finn shut the front door to Logan’s apartment as quietly as he could. He set the croissant bag down on the counter, along with his keys and wallet, humming as he went. There were signs that Leo had been awake. Some coffee in the glass pour-over container, and his phone on the counter.

“Of course you and Remus are both morning hummers.”

Finn turned sharply towards the living room. “Whoa.”

Regulus’ sharp smile flashed and faded from where he sat on their couch. “Hey there.”

“Hi. Sorry.”

“No, my bad, I should have said something.”

“No. I mean—all good.” Finn took down a plate for the pastries. “Does morning hummer mean what I think it means?”

Regulus raised his eyebrows. “Uh. I don’t know. What does it mean?”

“Well…” Finn glanced in the direction of the bedroom. “Well, what do you think it mea—”

“Let’s just drop it.”

“Yeah, good idea.” Finn took a sip of his coffee. “If I’d known you were coming over, I’d have brought you something.”

“It’s all right,” Regulus said. “Leo said I are getting breakfast before I head up to Remus’ lake house tomorrow.”

“Ah, yes. Wedding. Best man, right?”

“I think James thinks he is, but it’s me.”

“Of course it’s you!” Leo emerged from the direction of the bedrooms, freshly showered, and pressed a kiss to Finn’s cheek. “Morning, Harz. You look so cute. Little tomato.”

“Thanks? I think.” He twisted Leo’s gray streak, still damp, once around his finger. “Sleep okay?”

“Second half of the night, yeah.” Leo let Finn run a hand over his hair, eyes closing happily. “How’s Alex?”

“He’s good. I beat him home, so, ha.” Finn put a thumb over Leo’s bottom lip. “Where’s our pet hockey player?”

Leo laughed, took his hand, and kissed it. “Still snoozing.”

Yes. Finn set the plate down. “Cool. I’m going to…” He glanced at Regulus. “Go say hi to him and then shower.”

“Say hi to him?” Leo repeated with a snort. “Okay, call it what you want, I guess. Reg and I are getting breakfast. Oh, and I think we’re going to his friend’s birthday party tonight—you wanna come?”

“Love to.” Finn looked at Regulus. “Is that okay?”

“Of course it’s okay,” Regulus said, standing. “Logan, too, if he wants.”

“We’ll see if he feels like he’s gotta lie low,” Leo said. He shrugged at Finn who nodded. Then Leo made a happy sound and wrapped his arms around Finn’s shoulders. “Party with you, I like the sound of that.” He pressed a firm kiss to Finn’s mouth and it felt like sparking wires. “I love you, I love you, you’re sweaty, ew, I love you.” He kissed Finn’s cheeks before whispering in his ear. “I know what you’re up to, you better change those sheets.”

“You got it, lover,” Finn whispered back.

“You guys are really bad at whispering,” Regulus said. He was standing by the door now. “Le, I want waffles.”

“I want that special quiche they had that one time, fingers crossed.” Leo grabbed his wallet and keys, then stumbled a bit when Finn reeled him back in, straight into one more kiss.

“I love you,” Finn said. “Have fun.”

“You taste like summer,” Leo smiled. “See you tonight. Let Lo know and we’ll text you the address.”

“Tell Logan congrats on making the finals,” Regulus called, then the apartment door swung shut.

Finn slipped through their open bedroom door, undoing his watch as he went. He smiled at the sight that waited for him. Logan was sprawled across the whole bed, like he was searching for them even as he was asleep. He was on his back, bare save for the tight gray briefs that he favored, and his chin was tilted up with his arms by his head. The sheets were low enough to show his tattoo. Finn’s heart picked up just looking at him. He could feel himself getting turned on. Logan and Leo both liked making love in the morning, and if Finn wasn’t careful, he’d see every sunrise and get endlessly hopeful each time.

Finn sat on the edge of the bed, pushing his sweaty hair off his forehead. Logan didn’t stir. He put a hand on Logan’s hip, thumbing over the dark ink. Nothing. He leaned over and pressed a kiss right to the center of Logan’s chest. That got a deeper breath, one of only just waking up.

Logan peeked an eye open and then, seeing Finn, closed them again and let a slow, sleepy smile spread over his face.

“Hi,” Finn whispered. “Good morning.”

“Mmm…Cœur.” Logan kicked back the covers. “Did you run?”

“Yeah, just got back.”

Logan stretched, his back arching. By the sly, tired look in his eye he knew exactly what he looked like. “Do you want to…”

Finn nodded, rubbing a palm high over Logan’s inner thigh. “I really fucking do.”

The sound Logan made next was low in his throat and pleased. “Come here.”

“Leo doesn’t like it when I bring outside sweat into the sheets,” Finn said—just to make him ask again.

“Good thing they’re my sheets,” Logan said.

Finn laughed and reached behind him to yank off his shirt. “That’s true.”

He shed his shorts and socks, too, and Logan tugged him down by the band of his underwear.

“If someone told you I was a morning hummer…” Finn mumbled into his kiss.

Logan threw a leg around Finn’s hip and pushed him onto his back. “Who’s someone?”

“Not Leo.”

Logan settled his weight down over Finn’s clothed cock and rocked slightly. He pressed one more kiss to Finn’s mouth before putting his hands against Finn’s chest and sitting himself upright. “Not sure I like that someone else knows that.”

Finn smoothed his hands over Logan’s strong thighs, so warm from being tucked under the covers. “That’s what I thought. Regulus just said—”

Logan froze. “Like, here?”

“Regulus was in our living room. Emphasis on was. Him and Le are at breakfast now, so…”

Logan sighed happily and rolled his hips again. “Oh.”

Finn hissed a breath through his teeth. “Yeah, baby, carry on. He says congrats on making the final round, by the way. I don’t know about you, but I’m ready for a few trips to Colorado. Not too many though.”

“Me too,” Logan said absently, more intent on palming Finn through the cotton material of his briefs, then himself. Finn could have lay there forever. He covered Logan’s hand with his and tucked a thumb into the front slip of his briefs to feel the silk of him.

Logan pushed into his touch, then bent to kiss him before reaching for the bedside table. Logan held the jar they kept there out to Finn and bit his lip around a smile.

“Oh, now he’s bashful,” Finn said, taking it.

Logan let loose his full grin and fell forward, tucking his face into Finn’s neck to bite at the sweat-damp skin. It was a bit of a tangle, ridding themselves of the rest of their clothes, and Finn laughed softly at the way Logan splayed his thighs wide over his lap, grinding their half-hard cocks together.

“You smell,” Logan whispered.

“Well, if I recall what I’ve learned about you over these many years—”

But then Logan was kissing him, licking into his mouth until Finn bit down on his lower lip just to hear his low groan. Logan moved down to kiss the salt from his jaw and neck, firm lips and quick dashes of his tongue and sharp, just on the side of not-too-hard nips from his teeth. Finn wondered what Logan would say if he asked him to just cover him in those biting kisses entirely and take his time about it.

“Did you have sweet dreams?” Finn asked, unscrewing the jar’s top.

“I’m in one,” Logan said, pulling back to watch Finn slick his fingers. “Did you have a good run?”

“Yeah,” Finn said, watching the way Logan’s eyes trained on his hand. “Got a chocolate croissant from that coffee shop by the river.”

Logan’s eyes darted to his, affronted.

Finn reached down and smoothed his hand over Logan’s ass. “Don’t give me that look.” He enjoyed the way Logan’s breathing hitched when he dug his palm into his muscles. “I don’t go near a bakery without leaving with something for my Lo.”

“Finn,” Logan whispered shakily.

“My sweet tooth creature of chocolate and sour candy.”

Logan pressed back against Finn’s slick touch.

“Of course it’s chocolate that turns you on.”

“You turn me on—” Logan cut off as Finn’s fingers found home, brows drawing together. His knees tightened around Finn’s hips. “Ah…”

Finn pressed his smile into Logan’s temple, then turned it into a kiss. They had time, so Finn kept his touches slow. The sun was coming through the window, lighting up dust in the air and throwing a warm slant across Logan’s lower back. Logan lay down against his chest and Finn could feel each one of his steady breaths. He kissed Finn’s skin every once in a while. Finn stroked his free fingers through Logan’s hair. It was almost like he was going to be put back to sleep, save for the needy thrum of his heart Finn could feel if he pressed a palm to his back. His skin still held that solid sort of heat he always had when he was sleeping, the warmth Leo and him always pressed their freezing fingers against in the middle of the night. Most people, Finn guessed as he felt Logan’s cock began to get wet between their stomachs, would shy away from any cold touch in their sleep. A slumbering Logan, however, always seemed to give them more room to warm up.

“Feels good?” Finn murmured. He scratched gentle fingers down the back of Logan’s neck and used the leverage of his other, slightly tweaking wrist to press deeper inside Logan’s body. More oil, a third finger that made Logan press his forehead into Finn’s chest and push back against his hand.

“Yeah,” Logan said. “Mhm, fuck.”

Finn rolled his head against the pillow to catch a good look at Logan’s parted mouth and shut, blissful eyes. His lashes cast those gorgeous shadows.

“You’re so fucking strong right now,” Finn said. “Fucking big, it’s…” Logan’s shoulders, the powerful muscles of his back, made Finn’s cock ache. He pressed hard into Logan, gentle with the pads of his fingers, until the corded muscles in Logan’s back shifted like rippling light and Logan gasped out a sound. “God, Lo, I love it.”

Logan’s laugh was a huffy, embarrassed sound, but his cheeks were pink and proud as he pushed himself to sit up, palms on Finn’s chest. Finn’s hand slipped out of him, but Logan was already reaching for the jar, then taking Finn in his hand, in both hands, to give him slow, smooth strokes.

Finn’s hips were pinned by Logan’s weight and he dug his nails into Logan’s thighs, trapped there with nothing to do but try to breathe through the sight of Logan’s scarred-knuckled hands around his cock. Logan watched, too, then darted his eyes to Finn’s face.

“I love your voice,” Logan said softly. His accent, sated already, dragged his words like a hand through clear water. He pushed himself onto his knees and positioned Finn’s cock, pausing to rub it against himself for a moment. “I love when it sounds like I’ve had you already and we haven’t even started.”

Finn just smiled and ran a hand through the mess Logan had left on his stomach. Then he felt the heat. Logan’s heat. It locked around him and Logan’s head dropped back in one, satisfied motion as he worked himself slowly down.

Finn’s toes curled and he dug his heels into the mattress. “Lo.”

“Mm,” Logan smiled up at the ceiling, eyes closed. He didn’t move. He stayed still, adjusting, before lifting himself so Finn could watch his cock slip nearly all the way out of him. Logan’s mouth fell open slightly, lost in the feeling if sinking down again. Finn, looking up from the mesmerizing sight of where they fit together, had expected his eyes to still be closed. But Logan was watching him.

“Sometimes, I can’t believe it’s you,” Logan whispered. He smoothed his palms up Finn’s chest over his heart. “I’m so—” He cut off as Finn accidentally slipped out of him. The sudden lack of contact ached and Finn hissed as his shaft jolted, seeking Logan and dripping beads of want from its tip.

“Non…” Logan began to say.

“Here, baby,” Finn was there, holding his hips and guiding them together again. “God.”

Finn felt his cock pulse, watched Logan feel it inside by the look on his face, saw the gleaming evidence of being as close to the edge as he was when Logan pushed himself up again. Finn splayed his hands over Logan’s ribs.

“So good,” Logan whispered. “You feel so good…”

Finn bent his knees, planting his feet on the bed to lift up into Logan’s body. It was the moments before the fall when he never felt deep enough, when ever part of him wanted to hear the sound of his skin moving against Logan’s more than anything.

He gripped Logan’s thighs, his fingers pressing indents into the strong muscle, and relished in the weight of Logan’s hands on his chest as he tried to keep his balance even as his breathing uneven. Logan reached behind him, hooking an elbow around Finn’s knee and found his rhythm again, letting himself fall down as Finn pushed up.

“Lo,” Finn grit out. It half-occurred to Finn that he should be doing most of the work, that Logan had other performances to pay attention to, but the blinding heat around him banished those thoughts quickly enough.

When Logan began to come, Finn knew he was only halfway there. He didn’t touch himself. Didn’t move to have Finn touch him.

“Ah—Ah—” Logan was loud. Hoarse, panting sounds fell from him that Finn swore were going to make him come. He reached down and pushed on the root of himself, trying to starve it off. Logan wasn’t done.

Logan leaned forward and fucked himself back on Finn in quicker snaps now as he painted strips of white over Finn’s body. Finn tilted his head back into the pillows, relishing the silky splash that reached up his chest, and the rhythmic squeezing of Logan’s orgasm around his cock.

“Fuck,” Finn said, hand circling Logan’s cock in a tight grip. “Oh, fuck, Lo, keep doing that, keep…”

Logan braced his hands on Finn’s ribs and began to push himself harder, hardly lifting off at all.

“Come here,” Logan whispered. He tangled his hands in Finn’s hair, gripping tightly, and kissed him.

Finn didn’t break the kiss as he went, just let Logan lick up his gasps. He pushed Logan onto his back in the rough, tumbling way he liked and hardly gave him any time for a please little laugh before he was grinding his cock into him, aiming straight for what would get Logan close to the edge of another one.

“Uh—” Logan pressed his teeth around Finn’s jaw, then dragged a half-kiss across his cheek until they were kissing as Finn rocked into him. “Yes, yes, Finn, yes…”

“I know.” Finn’s words sounded shaky to himself as he spread his palms down Logan’s back. He kissed the corner of Logan’s parted lips, the side of his nose, the high of his cheek. He caught a flash of green and Logan was suddenly looking at him again. It was written all over his face, how good he thought Finn felt inside. Finn could feel it in the half-smile they gave each other just before it was too much again and Logan dipped his fingers into Finn’s hair and brought their foreheads together. He felt it in the span of Logan’s hand down his back, then the way he cupped Finn’s jaw just to kiss him again through their mixed, heavy breaths.

Finn pressed his cock deep into him, almost straining for more, and stayed, and stayed, sucking a bruise into Logan’s neck until he felt him seize up around him and come between them again with a gasp. Finn smiled to himself.

“Good,” Finn whispered as he began to move again, chasing after his own now. “I’m gonna…”

“Yes.” Logan’s voice stuttered, pleasure that sounded like tears. He was trying to bring Finn closer with every part of him, drawing him in with his heels and the clutching of his hands and his core. He pushed his head back into the pillows and Finn kissed over the curve of his throat. He got a hand around the side of it, thumb just under his chin, so he could keep him like that while he added another bruise.

He thought of the party tonight as he rocked into Logan harder and watched the mark form as he worked Logan’s skin. Logan looked beautiful at parties. Low lights made his green eyes go dark. Anyone could see he was taken now. He’d need to pull Leo aside at some point, kiss him until he got that beautiful, open smile on his face like at the museum.

“Rouge,” Logan’s voice whispered. Two hands on the sides of his face. Logan had sweat beaded on his upper lip. Finn kissed him and slowed his hips. Logan reached down for his waist, coaxing him on. His thumbs were two lovely pressure points against each hip bone.

“Beautiful at parties,” Finn said softly.

Logan’s eyes edged on bewildered at that, but they were happy. They told Finn that Logan knew he’d been thinking about something, could even picture what he’d been thinking, at least a little. They’d always been that way. Logan nodded quickly, bottom lip between his teeth.

He began to fall over the edge at that look on Logan’s face. How had Finn ever convinced himself that Logan didn’t love him?

Logan opened up again at the feeling of Finn emptying inside him. Finn held his breath and closed a tight fist around the pillow beside Logan’s head. For a minute, they were just two heartbeats.

When he could breathe again, Finn peeked out from the warm crook of Logan’s neck. There was that small smile on his face, his eyes closed. He was making figure-eights around the notches of Finn’s spine. Finn shivered, sensitive now, and he eased himself from Logan’s body and tucked Logan into his side.

As he watched, Logan’s throat moved as he swallowed. Finn touched one of the love bites he’d left behind. Logan curled a gentle grip around his fingers, his palm against the back of Finn’s. He kissed the pads of his fingers and opened his eyes to look down at him.

“And what do I sound like now that you have actually had me?” Finn whispered, then winced one eye closed when his voice cracked.

“Sorry, what was that?” Logan laughed through the words.

“Shut up.” Finn ran a hand from Logan’s chest all the way down to the soft bend of his knee. “Oo-Ways.” Finn kissed his shoulder. “Want me to clean up?”

Logan thought for a moment, stretching beneath Finn’s hands. “Non. Shower soon.”

“Want me to bring you a chocolate croissant?”

Logan smiled. “Hm. Chocolate. What a turn on.”

~

Remus rolled the car windows down to let the smell of the lake and trees in, and smiled when he felt Sirius’ hand settle on his thigh as he drove them up towards the mountain trails.

“I still feel bad,” Sirius sighed. “Fuck.”

“Julian is not mad at you.” Remus said. “All we said was that we were going on a date—he can’t be mad that he couldn’t come.”

“But he was,” Sirius groaned.

“Disappointed maybe. He’ll live.”

“He’s going to hate me.”

“He literally could never hate you.”

“He’s going to start liking James more.”

Remus laughed. “Oh. So, that’s what you’re really worried about.”

Sirius just frowned at the sun-streaked road. Remus reached up to ruffle his hair. “Turn left here.”

He’d packed a simple picnic lunch and picked a straight-forward trail to a lookout that he’d hiked to a million times. The earth was spongy and soft beneath his feet as he settled the small lunch box, packed with icepacks, at the bottom of his bag. Making sure Sirius wasn’t looking, he opened it briefly to check all was right, then zipped up his pack.

Sirius started a few paces ahead of him, head forward as he climbed over roots and rocks like they were racing and he was determined to come in first place.

“Hi, I’ll just be back here,” Remus called out. “Your fiancé, trying to take you on a romantic hike.”

Sirius didn’t turn right away, so focused that it took him a moment to register that Remus had spoken. He stopped on top of a flat rock and looked back.

“Quoi? Did you say something?”

“I said I’m just your fiancé, back here, trying to take you on a romantic hike.”

“What?” Sirius laughed and stepped down. He retraced his steps back to Remus’ side. Even in the more mild mid-mornings, sweat already shone on his cheeks.

“Aren’t we trying to get to the top?”

Remus laughed. “Um. We’re going to get to the top.” He tugged at Sirius’ backpack strap. “Doesn’t mean we have to do it in under an hour.”

“Oh.” Sirius’ smile, aimed at the trees, was sheepish. “Right.”

Sirius stuck close to him after that, bending to feel a small stream running past them, or pausing to take Remus’ picture. Remus laughed himself hoarse when the rustle of a rabbit, darting between bushes, caused Sirius to jump half out of his skin. Sirius laughed himself when Remus stepped right into another small stream and walked the rest of the way disgruntled by a soaked sock.

They came to the summit sweating and out of breath, but as the trees opened up to reveal only sky and blue-purple mountains, they both stood quietly.

“Wow,” Sirius said. He turned in a slow circle, pushing his hair out of his eyes. “It’s like we’re the only two left.”

“If there’s anyone I would choose…” Remus began, and Sirius started to smile. “It would be Thomas.”

Sirius rolled his eyes. “Ouais, sure. Thomas.”

They found a shade-spotted place beneath a tree and Sirius rolled out the blanket from his pack while Remus set out their lunch of turkey sandwiches with cranberry sauce—Sirius’ smile was worth the slightly soggy bread.

“Hey,” Sirius said softly. He turned Remus’ gaze away from his bag with a hand on his chin, and kissed him. Remus had expected it to be quick, and the warm swipe of Sirius’ tongue, then the small scrape to his bottom lip, made him sway and catch himself with a hand on Sirius’ knee. Sirius smiled at him when he pulled back. “Feels like yesterday.”

Remus nodded. From the corner of his eye, he could see his ring. “Yeah, it really does.”

“This is perfect.”

“Wait,” Remus said, then produced from between cold-packs, a half-bottle of champagne.

“Loop,” Sirius laughed delightedly. “Really—C’est parfait.”

Remus began to untwine the wire. “I thought you’d like that.”

They let the sun creep towards their blanket. The champagne in the plastic cups caught the light, and Remus wiggled his nose at some bubbles as Sirius cut into a ripe pear and passed him slices as he went.

“So.” Sirius took a sip of champagne. “Do you think anyone would listen to me if I tried any pull that might get Tremz back?”

Remus leaned back on his elbows. “Hm. Well, it’s not like—I mean, you wouldn’t exactly have to convince anyone on our side. But the Rangers would have to be willing to deal. Money would be the problem.”

“I think about it when I’m trying to fall asleep sometimes. I’d take a pay cut,” Sirius said. “And I wouldn’t ask that of Leo so early in his career, but I bet Finn would, too.”

“And Kasey’s retiring,” Remus added. “That frees up quite a bit.”

“Ouais, this is what I’m saying.”

“But if the Rangers aren’t interested—”

Sirius sighed. “Yeah…Yeah.”

“Logan’s about to get them to a Cup, their first in a long time, if all goes to plan.”

Sirius didn’t say anything, just looked out towards the mountains. He set the core of the pear aside, wiping the leftover juices on a napkin.

Remus sat up again. He rested a hand on Sirius’ sun-warmed neck. “I’m sorry, baby. I know you miss him.”

Sirius nodded. “I do, but… More I just…If we ever got traded apart—”

“La la la.” Remus scrunched up his nose. “No, don’t. We’re drinking champagne, you can’t talk like that while we’re drinking champagne.”

It had been one thing this year, getting used to being on a team with all of his closest friends. It would be something entirely different to be in another locker room, filled with other players—some of which probably wouldn’t trust his experience.

“I was just going to say, if it were me, or you, I’d hope someone would help me. And it has happened. A player leaving and returning. It happens.” Sirius glanced at Remus, then down. “This is going to sound bad, but I am the face of the Lions. When I got here, we were in a horrible slump. I was part of pulling them out of that. Me, James, Dumo, Kasey… Then Finn. Then Logan.”

“That doesn’t sound bad,” Remus said. “That sounds true. That is true. I’d know, I watched it happen.”

Sirius nodded, then groaned and fell back against the blankets, his head pillowed on Remus’ pack. “I’ll try. I just won’t say anything to him in case nothing happens.”

Remus set his cup in the grass and rolled onto his side to be near him. He righted with the 1 and 2 pendants, which had switched to twenty-one.

“I love you,” Remus said. He leaned down to press his nose into Sirius’ cheek, enjoying the slight scratch of his stubble. “I don’t know how anyone calls those grey eyes of yours cold.”

Sirius just smiled, his eyes closing. Remus lowered his head to his chest and felt his arm wrap around his shoulders. The sun felt like it was soaking into his very bones. The champagne had made his head pleasantly buzzy, and Sirius’ heart beat slowly beneath his ear.

“I love you, too,” Sirius said.

He had hardly finished the words when Remus felt one rain drop, two, right on his cheek—and then downpour.

The sky was still blue, even as the sudden shower was came down with such force that for a moment they both merely lay there, staring at each other. Finally, Sirius cracked a smile, let out a surprised laugh, and began to sit up.

“Whoa. Oh my God, shit, the—the blankets.”

Remus’ laugh startled out of him. He shut his eyes and turned his head up to the sky. “Oh my God.”

Distantly, thunder rumbled beneath the rattle of the rain on the trees.

“Here, Re, go under that tree and I’ll—”

But Remus just pushed at Sirius’ chest, getting him to stay where he was. “No. I—no, wait.”

Sirius’ t-shirt was already thin and clinging at his shoulders, carving itself into his muscles. He blinked fast, laughing as the rain ran into his eyes. Up close, there was nothing steely about his expression. He was rainwater. Remus tucked two fingers around the chain of his necklace.

“It’s just rain,” Remus said.

Sirius spluttered a little. “This is—someone turned a tap on.”

But Remus just laughed harder and put his hands into Sirius’ soaked hair. It slipped, silky and dark, between his fingers.

“I want to kiss you,” Remus said. Raindrops ran into his mouth and matted his hair down against his forehead. “I want to kiss you when no one is about to come around the corner or knock on our door our shout up the stairs.”

At that, Sirius stopped trying to salvage their small camp. His hands found Remus’ waist and he lay back on the soaked ground at Remus’ slight pressure. Let their champagne mix with the rain in the plastic cups. Remus wanted to see if he could taste that combination, and he leaned forward and kissed Sirius for the summer storm that he was.

~

Luke liked Saint in his apartment. He liked the steam coming out of his bathroom and the sliver-glimpse he got of his lean body stepping out of the glass-encased shower. Luke looked back to his own reflection in the mirror. He’d ironed his shirt, the soft white linen mostly unwrinkled now. At least, he’d tried. He snapped a quick photo and sent it to Logan with two question marks.

The reply came after a few moments.

Nice!!

Finn was looking over my shoulder he’s better at this - brown belt instead?

On subway also - maybe slow reply

Where are you going?

Luke sent him the link to the restaurant.

But I’ve never been. Finn have favorites?

This reply did take longer. Maybe the subway, maybe Finn thinking. Then a link came through. He tapped on the address and it loaded in Maps, showing a small restaurant, not too far away. The tables were small. Candles. Romantic. A wave of nerves heated Luke’s neck and he glanced at himself in the mirror.

Thanks a lot

“You’re dressed.”

Luke looked up at Saint’s voice. His expression matched the faint hint of surprise it had held. He had a towel around his waist.

Luke set his phone down on the dresser. His heart really shouldn’t be pounding this hard. They’d done this before. These almost-dates. Quiet-never-quite-said-dates. Romantic, sort of, but could be mistaken for anything by the table beside them. Business. Friends catching up.

“Did you want me to lie around naked all evening?” Luke asked.

Saint arched a brow, but he didn’t reply and Luke smiled down at the brown belt he was weaving through his slacks.

“Why are you dressed like that?” Saint stepped in a slow arc around him, as if he needed every detail of Luke. Maybe there was something wrong with Luke’s heart. Maybe love didn’t make everyone feel this way. But it was nice. He wanted Saint to make him explode, actually, he really kind of did.

Logan was on the subway with Finn. They were probably standing or sitting pressed together. Maybe kissing once or twice. Luke had kissed Saint in an Uber, dark and out of view of the driver’s mirror.

“You’re going to be dressed like this, too, in a second,” Luke said.

“Why?”

Logan, talking about Leo coming back from his trip home. That night at that one bar, Logan had spent nearly the whole time pressed into Leo’s side just…content. Just at ease. So at ease.

Luke walked forward and took Saint’s face between his hands. Water dripped from Saint’s hair onto the cuffs of his shirt. Little dark droplets that would dry and fade. He kissed Saint once, then looked at his closed eyes and did it again.

“I’m taking you on a date,” Luke said.

Saint’s eyes opened. He had his mask up, the one he wore over his expressions on the ice. He looked Luke up and down, then moved out of his reach and went to the dresser. His eyes snagged on Luke’s phone, which he’d left open to Finn’s restaurant.

In the mirror, Luke caught a glimpse of a small, bitten back smile.

~

Finn steered them into a liquor store where they picked up small bottles of rum, gin, and tonic.

“I don’t know, it’s probably BYOB?” Finn said, though Logan hadn’t asked. He loved Finn and Leo in these stores, chatting up the sellers, asking advice. “The address is an apartment not a bar. We’ll stop at a corner shop and get you soda.”

Logan let Finn lead. He snapped a photo of Finn examining a wine label and Leo replied hot.

Finn made quick conversation with the man at the bodega, then found them a subway and grinned back at Logan as they walked down the stairs to the sound of a train rushing into the platform.

“You gonna hop it again if I dare you?” Finn asked as he took his phone out to pass them through to the platform.

“Shut up,” Logan replied without looking at him. Finn laughed at him but placed a kiss on the back of his neck.

The train to Brooklyn was crowded, but Finn spied one free seat and motioned Logan towards it.

“You sit,” Logan said. “You’re holding all the bags.”

Finn narrowed his eyes but complied. “I feel unchivalrous.”

“Un—what about a horse?”

“What?”

“Un cheval.”

“Ooh. Yeah, I have no idea.” Finn pulled Logan in until he was standing between his thighs. Logan held onto the rail above them and watched Finn’s eyes drop to the strip of skin it exposed as his shirt rode up. Finn steadied Logan with hands on the backs of his knees, the bottles clinking gently in the bag on his lap. He glanced at the two people beside them, eyeing the headphones over their ears and their noses in their phones, before playfully biting at the waistband of Logan’s shorts, laughing when Logan tangled his fingers in his hair and tugged his head back.

“Tu es un peu chahuteur.”

“Hm,” Finn said. “Eye level.”

Logan just shook his head. He was trying to decide if he was crazy for how Finn caused such a happy pressure in his chest, when he felt his phone buzz in his back pocket. When he checked it, Finn tilted Logan’s phone down to see, then leaned back in his seat.

Logan laughed. “You’re such a baby. Luke’s just asking me if he looks okay for a date.” He turned the phone around. “There, you can see. I think he does.”

Finn glanced at the picture, then turned away in a huffy sort of way.

“Rouge.”

Finn made a show of adjusting the bag of bottles in his lap. He didn’t look up when he said, “Tell him to put a brown belt on instead of black. It’s softer.”

Logan smiled, leaned down to kiss Finn’s head, and typed on his phone. He heard Finn mumble something that sounded a bit like yeah, whatever.

Another text appeared. “He wants to know your favorite restaurants. Little bit fancy.”

“My favorite?”

“You did grow up here, so.” Logan was having a little bit of fun with the pink heat spreading across Finn’s cheeks. His ears. He reached out and rubbed a thumb over the warm shell of his left one. “Where would you take Le and I? Little bit fancy. Summer night. Nothing too heavy, have to play tomorrow…”

Finn worried the inside of his cheek for a moment, eyes on one of the subway ads behind Logan’s head. Finally, he sighed and took Logan’s phone. He typed an address and restaurant name into the text and hit send.

“Merci,” Logan said. “He says thanks.”

Logan let go of the above-head railing completely as the train pulled into another stop, letting people off. The two beside them hardly looked up and didn’t budge. Logan leaned more heavily into the cradle of Finn’s thighs, stabilizing himself as the train jostled forward again. He cupped Finn’s chin gentle and made him look up.

“I love you,” Logan said.

“I’m not jealous of him. I love that you have him, I’d be a horrible person if I didn’t, not to mention a terrible boyfriend,” Finn said. “I’m just—I’m jealous that he gets to see you every day.”

Logan put his fingers back in Finn’s hair, gentler this time. Finn closed his eyes and leaned into his touch.

“I know, Rouge.”

A whole season, Logan thought, not for the first time. How am I supposed to go a whole season without this?

They stood at the address’s buzzer for a few unanswered moments before texting Leo who told them to go around the alley and enter a gateway through the back. It led them to a courtyard, lit up by warm, white lights strung overhead. It was a crowded space, loud with laughter and music. Logan moved around the sparse lawn furniture, which was set out in odd pairs like different pieces had been left behind by different people. Leo. He just needed to spot Leo. Finn was looking, too, eyes scanning the crowd.

Finally, Logan found him, hitting Finn to get him to look. Leo was standing with three people, all of whom were listening to him tell a story. He was wearing a shirt Logan didn’t recognize, a lovely light blue color, and it was unbuttoned enough for Logan to see the pendant of his fleur-de-lis necklace. His chest and collarbones looked warm in the lights strung above the courtyard.

“Jesus,” Finn said. “Look at him.”

Logan chose that moment to trip a little on a loose stone, and Finn caught him with a hand on his chest but laughed so loudly a few people looked at them. Logan bit back a smile and shoved Finn.

“Fuck off.”

Finn just slipped their hands together and began to pull him in Leo’s direction. Logan pulled back, though.

“Wait.”

Finn looked at him, then at Leo, then back. “What? Why?”

“I think we shouldn’t interrupt,” Logan said. “Let’s just…” Logan was enjoying how lit up Leo looked, how much he deserved to be the center of attention like that. “Get his attention, but give him a second.”

Finn wasn’t subtle about it. He waved his hand above his head until the motion caught Leo’s eye then made a heart with his hands and pointed to the table filled with drinks. Leo grinned and nodded. His circle looked, too, and Logan smiled and looked down with hot cheeks when he saw Leo’s mouth form the words, those are my boyfriends.

At the drinks table, Finn’s hands were already swiftly pouring what looked like a gin and tonics.

“Ew,” Logan said.

“They’re for Leo and I,” Finn laughed. “Don’t worry, I’ve got you. Or I would, if you gave me elbow room.”

Logan pushed closer to him. Finn didn’t complain, just settled a hand on the back of Logan’s neck and began pouring coke into a cup one-handed.

“Well, this is familiar. Drinks table, loud music. Mixing you a drink.” Finn reached for the rum. “You gonna watch me flirt with girls from across the room?”

“Ouais.”

Finn raised his eyebrows, looking up from where he was pouring. “Ways? What do you mean ways?”

“Then I’m going to come over and show them you are mine.” Logan took the cup Finn had now filled with ice. “I’d like to do it a few times, actually. Just because I can now. Go talk to someone and I’ll wait five minutes for them to fall in love with you, and then I’ll come over.”

Finn just picked up his and Leo’s drinks, shaking his head, but he was grinning hard. “You think it takes five minutes?”

“It took me two, I think.”

Finn clicked his tongue, but put a foot out to stop Logan from walking. “Come here, Ten, fuck.”

His kiss was soft, even quick, but Logan was surrounded by voices and lights, he could smell the rum in his drink, and it was almost as if he was eighteen and getting everything he’d ever wanted.

“It took me one,” Finn said, then laughed and walked away from Logan’s eye-roll.

When they turned, Leo was already watching them and grinning.

“You’re here.” Leo called when they weaved their way through the crowd. “I—oh, thank you, sweetheart.” He took the drink Finn held out and accepted a quick kiss. “Y’all, this is Finn and Logan. This is Amanda, Harper, and John—it’s Harper’s birthday, this is her place.”

Logan used the introduction time to move around to Leo’s other side. He was more interested in Leo’s lean back in that shirt than whose birthday it was.

“Happy birthday,” he said, offering a small smile to a girl with a pretty bob and brown eyes.

“Thank you,” Harper smiled. “Thanks for coming—wait, which one is which? Logan, Finn, Finn, Logan…”

Finn raised his hand. “Finn.” He pointed. “Logan.” Logan watched as Finn slipped right into his element. “Happy birthday. Wow, this is a great place—courtyard in the city is such a score.”

“Oh my god, right?” John said. Logan met his eyes and realized he had been watching Logan take in Leo. Logan smiled back, maybe a little awkwardly, then looked down at his drink.

“Seriously,” Harper said. “I’m not even sure how I got so lucky.”

“How’d you find it?” Finn asked.

Logan let every part of himself relax. This was a rhythm he loved. Finn, launching into a conversation so easily that he hardly had to say anything, hardly had to do anything except feel it when Leo put an arm around his shoulders and turned his head down for a kiss.

“Hi, Lo,” Leo said in his ear. He carded a quick hand through Logan’s hair. “Oh my God, I didn’t realize it was getting kind of long. I love it. How are you?”

“Good,” Logan said. “You look really good.”

That brought Leo’s smile to a new light. “Thanks, I bought this today. You like it?”

Logan nodded, reaching forward to touch one of the small, white buttons. They had a slight sheen to them.

“Thanks for coming,” Leo said. “I know you’ve got training tomorrow.”

“I missed you this morning, I wanted to be with you.”

Logan knew he should let Leo keep up with the conversation around them, even if he just wanted to ask how his day was, and what he did, and where he got the shirt so Logan could get him more of that blue color.

Leo squeezed his shoulder. “I’ll come to the gym with you tomorrow, I think.”

Logan smiled. “That’ll definitely make it go faster.”

“Wait,” said Harper suddenly, drawing their attention. “So, you’re like—actually…I don’t even know what to call it—like you’re in a playoffs right now.”

Logan blinked, but figured Finn must have said something.

“I was explaining we met through hockey,” Finn said. “And John said I looked familiar, so I was saying about Alex and such, maybe he’s seen his face around.”

“Oh.” Logan took a quick sip of his drink. “Ouai—Yeah. So, we’re about to start the final round. I fly to Colorado the day after tomorrow for the first game.”

“How many games are there?” the other girl—Amanda?—asked.

Logan felt himself smile a little, and noticed Leo and Finn doing the same.

Amanda flushed a bit. “Sorry, that’s probably a stupid question.”

“Non, non,” Logan said quickly, mixing with Leo and Finn’s protests. “Non, it’s—Really, it’s nice to talk to someone who isn’t as, ah…” He looked at Finn, trying to find what he would have said in this situation. What was the thing he said? “Ah, wrapped up as we are in all of it.”

He paused, but Finn stayed quiet and the others were looking at him. “Um. Well, there could be four games, if one of us wins straight in a row.”

“A sweep,” Leo chimed in.

“Or there could be seven, if we really go back and forth.”

“And they’re all in Colorado?”

“Non, we trade off. Colorado, New York.”

“Damn,” John said. “That’s a lot of travel.”

“Tell me about it,” Leo said.

“So…” Harper gestured her drink between the three of them. “You’re all on different teams? That must be hard.”

Leo’s hand tightened around Logan’s waist. He saw Finn glance away.

“Ah, non. We were all on the Lions—Gryffindor’s team?”

“Oh, I love Gryffindor,” Amanda said. “My best friend moved there this past summer.”

Logan flashed a brief smile. “Ouais.” He nodded to Leo and Finn. “They’re still there. I got traded to New York a little while ago.”

“Oh.” John frowned. “Wow. I’m—is it weird to say I’m sorry? That feels weird.”

“Oh, no,” Finn assured him. “Believe me, we’re all sorry.”

“Hey, there are fights in hockey, right?” Amanda asked more brightly. “Do any of you do that?”

Regulus’ laugh reached them before he stepped up on Logan’s other side. “Wow. You two have been here for four minutes and we’ve already got the place flooded with hockey talk.”

“Guilty,” Finn said.

“Wait, so are you, like, famous to some people? To fans? Like would people stop you in the street?”

Logan just raised his eyes at Regulus. They obviously didn’t know who his brother was.

“Yep, got a couple of celebrities in our presence.” Regulus raised his eyebrows right back. “Bow down, I guess.”

“Oh, stop,” Leo laughed. “Finn, honey, come here, I want you to meet someone you’ll like. Lo?”

“Ouais, just going to get some more ice.” It was so hot, even with the sun lowering in the sky, that his drink was little more than watery soda.

When he found the ice again, it was also watery mush. Logan pushed a hand through his hair, cursing softly when it got caught on a knot. Leo was right, it was getting a little long, curling just at the back of his neck.

“Salut.”

Regulus had followed him apparently. He stood on the other side of the table a bit awkwardly, hands in the pockets of his shorts. His t-shirt said I can’t, the Rangers are playing.

Logan laughed, pointing. “I didn’t notice that.”

Regulus smiled and replied in French. Thank God, Logan thought. He was already tired. “A little inside joke. Sirius was livid.”

“Ha, I bet he was.”

“Here. Fresh ice,” He pushed a cooler Logan’s way.

“Ah, great. Hey, thanks for inviting us. I know you probably don’t want all the hockey stuff around but—”

“Non, non,” Regulus said quickly. “I mean, yes. But that’s not—I don’t mind so much anymore. Obviously.” He gestured to his shirt. “Just needed a break, you know? A clean slate for a while.”

Logan nodded. “I get it.”

“Thanks for coming. You’ve got a lot going on right now.”

“Non, it’s a great break. And I’m trying to soak up as much time with the boys as possible, so.”

“You do have a whole summer for that.”

Logan smiled. “But it’s a short summer.” He used a fresh cup to scoop some ice into his drink. “Oh, before I forget.” He checked behind him, but Leo and Finn were across the courtyard. “I got us a cottage for the wedding. When you’re not with Sirius, you should come over and hang out.”

“Oh. That’s cool.”

“The boys don’t know. It’s a surprise.”

“How long are you guys staying up there?”

“Just a week. But we’ll be leaving Loops and Cap—or.” Logan rolled his eyes at himself.

Regulus laughed. “Habit.”

“Yes. One that my new team is not a fan of. But anyway, we’ll all be leaving them alone so, if you want, you should come stay? I know Leo will like that. Finn and I, too. It’s got, like, six bedrooms, so. And a dock. The family I got it from said we can use their boat—motor and sail.”

Regulus took a sip of his drink—Logan couldn’t tell what it was with the opaque red cup. “I’d really like that. If it’s all right.”

“It’s more than all right. I might invite my friend Luke and—and Saint.”

“Deveaux and Montague?”

“Ouais. You can bring someone, if you want.”

“Oh.” Logan swore Regulus’ eyes found someone in the crowd. “Ha, maybe.”

Logan looked over again to see Finn and Leo talking to two girls. He recognized their shared glances and the way they leaned in to catch every word Finn said. His entire chest got warm when he saw Leo switch his drink from one hand to the other and put his hand low on Finn’s back.

“You and my brother are still close.” Regulus said it like a statement, drawing Logan’s attention back to him. Then he added, “Right?”

Logan took a drink, tilting ice into his mouth. “Always.”

Regulus nodded. “Right.”

Logan looked at him, waiting for more, but Regulus didn’t offer anything right away. There was a plastic box of cookies on the table and Logan pointed to them.

“Just cookies? Nothing that’s going to make morning skate rough?”

Regulus smiled. “Yeah, just cookies.”

He took one, too, as if to prove it. “Do you think of him as a brother? Sirius. I know he thinks of you that way.”

Logan paused with the cookie halfway up to his mouth. He wasn’t sure if he was overthinking that question—especially coming from Regulus.

“I mean, obviously not like you. But, yeah, I think of him like that.” Logan took another sip, the rum sweet on his tongue. “Just with—Pascal and everything. And I could speak French with him. And we were with each other when, you know. The pictures. My trade. He’s one of my closest friends.”

Regulus nodded. He stopped nodding, and then nodded again. He snapped the cookie in half and chewed slowly.

“I’m glad he had that,” Regulus said finally. “I was just… All this wedding stuff. He’s got so many people.”

Logan nodded. “Ouais. Yeah, he does.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Logan could see Finn and Leo extracting themselves from the girls.

“He’d give us all up for you, though,” Logan said.

Regulus blinked, eyebrows going up. “I wouldn’t want him to do that.”

“I know.” Logan felt Leo’s hands on his waist, laughing at something Finn had said. He had about two more seconds, holding Regulus’ eyes, to make sure he knew. “But he would.”

Even once Finn and Leo started talking at the same time, Regulus’ gaze stayed on Logan, and he gave a pleased, conceding nod.

[the-offside-rule]

The Leclerc Sister {Headcanons}

Idk I'm just bored and wanna do some headcanons but if you wanna ask for more headcanons for drivers just lmk

(GIF IS NOT MINE: @brasiliangp

Role of each brother

♡ Lorenzo: Being the eldest, Lorenzo would be the responsible and wise older brother, offering guidance and a calm presence. Lorenzo, being the eldest, would naturally assume a guiding role. He'd often help you with important life decisions and be someone you can always turn to for serious advice. He would emphasize the importance of education and career planning. He’d help you with homework, discuss future plans, and encourage you to pursue your goals with diligence. While he might not be as overtly protective as Charles or Arthur, Lorenzo’s calm and steady presence would make you feel safe and secure. He'd quietly ensure everything in your life is running smoothly.

♡ You'd likely share some intellectual hobbies with Lorenzo, such as reading, discussing current events, or exploring cultural activities like museum visits or music concerts. Not to mention that whenever there’s a disagreement between siblings, Lorenzo would step in as the mediator, helping to resolve conflicts with a balanced and fair approach.

♡ Charles: Charles would be your confidant and biggest supporter, always making time for you despite his busy schedule. Charles’s dedication to his racing career would be a source of inspiration for you. He’d teach you the importance of following your passions with commitment and hard work. Despite his busy schedule, Charles would make time for adventurous outings with you, like spontaneous road trips, go-karting sessions, or even just exploring new hobbies together. If you have any interest in motorsports, Charles would be thrilled to share his knowledge and experience, perhaps even mentoring you if you decide to try racing yourself.

♡ He would be there for you during tough times, offering emotional support and a listening ear. His experiences in a high-pressure environment would provide valuable perspectives. Being Charles’s sister would bring some media attention. He’d help you navigate this with grace, teaching you how to handle public scrutiny and maintain your privacy.

♡ Arthur: Arthur, closer to your age, would be your partner in crime, sharing secrets, jokes, and adventures. However, there are often times that the two of you would bicker, leading to the pair of you to try outdo eachother on pranks as a form of Revenge. Arthur’s youthful energy and playful nature would make him a fun and lively sibling. He’d always have new activities or games to share, keeping life exciting. With Arthur, there’d be a sense of friendly rivalry. Whether it’s sports, video games, or academic achievements, he’d push you to be your best, always in a supportive way.

♡ Arthur would introduce you to his wide circle of friends, helping you expand your social network and feel included in various social activities. Arthur would encourage you to step out of your comfort zone and try new things, helping you build confidence in your abilities and interests. If you have any creative interests, like music, art, or writing, Arthur would be eager to collaborate and share ideas, fostering a creative partnership between you two.

♡ You'd have a close relationship with Pascale, your mother, who would be a strong support system and a source of wisdom and comfort. She would help you navigate the complexities of life in the spotlight, as well as a fair bit of telling off when needed. She's had three boys before you and knows how to handle bad moods and outbursts. She tries her best to keep you out of the spotlight and away from trouble, but Lorenzo often reminds her it's only a matter of time before people begin to try and look into her.

♡ Family dinners would be lively events, filled with laughter, storytelling, and delicious food. Each brother would bring their own stories and experiences, making these moments cherished and memorable.

♡ The dynamic between Lorenzo, Charles, and Arthur would create a balanced household. Lorenzo's maturity, Charles’s passion, and Arthur’s energy would provide a well-rounded environment for you.

♡ Growing up with each of them would expose you to a variety of interests and activities, from intellectual pursuits with Lorenzo, motorsport adventures with Charles, to fun and creative endeavors with Arthur.

♡ Despite their different personalities and approaches, all three brothers would be united in their love and support for you, creating a strong family bond that you can always rely on.

[cxrsed-angel]

Pedro Pascal Characters Masterlist:

Joel Miller:

Overtime 18+ (smut) :You stay late after work with Joel at his construction office.

Once Bitten and Twice Shy (fluff) : Joel regains the holiday spirit after reuniting with you in Jackson

Knuckle Deep in the Backseat 18+ (smut): Joel convinced you to learn how to drive and offers to teach you, but ends up in the back seat with you.

Key Hooks (fluff) : After Joel repeatedly loses his keys after you suggest a key dish. He finally gets a key hook and has a suggestion of his own.

Girls Night Out (fluff): Joel takes care of you after your first girl's night out.

Attatchment Issues (angst): Joel goes out on a camping trip with Joel, and you miss him more than you expected.

Similar Worries (angst): You and Joel confide in each other about your shared worries and anxieties.

I ♡︎ Dilfs 18+ (smut): You find a old graphic baby tee in whats left of the old mall and teases Joel about his dilfness.

Marcus Acacius:

Epistolae (fluff): After two months of not hearing back from your husband while he's fighting a war, you worry about him and fear that he he may not be coming back to you alive, you re-read his previous letters as an attempt to calm your anxieties.

Reed Richards:

Office Hours with Dr. Richards 18+ (smut) : You've been struggling in your intro to physics class and decide to see Dr. Richards at his office hour for help with the homework he assigned.

Javier Peña:

Booty Call (Smut): Javier calls for a booty call and of course you cant say no, even its the first time he’s coming over to your place.

Never Have I Ever (fluff/smut adjacent?): A game of never have I ever leads to you sending the stranger in the black jacket a drink

Max Philips:

Scotty Doesnt Know (Smut): youre max’s secretary/assistant who been helping him in more ways than one, behind your boyfriend’s back.

[night-bluesky]

Curious Tides by Pascale Lacelle is getting some hate for being slow and drawn out but y’all… some books are just like that and are part of the style (the Hobbit anyone?). Same with criticisms toward timeline confusion (except I don’t think it was hard to follow at all and liked how the backstory was intertwined with the present). It’s like Ninth House meets Gideon the Ninth meets Shadow and Bone.

I LOVED this book. I loved the premise and the world building and I loved that it being long drew out the sense of suspense and confusion as if we were experiencing the world with Emory and Baz. I liked learning more about the magic system and the Order and the characters.

I think my biggest complaints from this book are the lack of expansion on esclipses. Hear me out: there’s solar and lunar eclipses but what are the specific variations that lead to some being Tidecallers? What’s the difference between being born on a solar eclipse and being born on a specific variation of it; what’s the variation?? Also college was talked about early on but whatever happened to Emory taking her classes, especially the emphasis on her needing a makeup exam. College helps set the tone for prestige which is great for world building, but there’s aside from the beginning, there’s not really any mention of classes or homework.

Yes these complaints override the positives for some people but for me, these are easily justified. I really liked this book and I loved the ending and epilogue and I can’t wait to learn more in Stranger Skies. Like. I really need someone to talk to about how much I loved this book.

[tia-amorosa]

Episode 7: Last doubts

When Alexander came home that afternoon, his older sister and father were having a lively conversation. “And this Pascal can't come here?“/” No, Dad, unfortunately that's not possible, he have a lot of big appliances that you can't just pack into the car. That's why I want to go to them, it makes working together much easier"/, ‘You want to go away, Cassy?’.

“Yes, Alex, I have to go somewhere else for a few days for work"/ ‘To the alien city?’/ ‘You probably mean the city of the crazy…’/ ‘Dad!…yes, that's exactly where I have to go and work with a few other scientists’/ ‘Oh cool, can I come with you, I want to see an alien too’/ ‘No, Alex, you have to go to school’.

“Oh, that's mean!"/ ‘Hey, I'll take some pictures when I see one, okay?’/ ‘And you'll bring them with you?’/ ”Yeah, sure. Now go and do your homework, okay, I have to talk to Dad"/ ”All right. But don't get kidnapped"/ ”That won't happen to me there. I'm not leaving today either"/ ”o.k.. The tasks today are quite easy”.

“I've never seen you so determined. So you're really convinced… That your mother is out there somewhere? At least what's left of her…“/”Dad, we've waited so many years. They never found her here. Not even the smallest piece"/ ”I know… I know all that, Cassandra. But you know how suspicious I am of aliens. And they're supposed to live peacefully next door to them?”….

“Believe it or not, yes, it is. Besides, the whole town isn't populated by them, it's just one family. I know it sounds crazy, but it's not. Pollination also has an incredible amount of knowledge, he loves the earth and he loves humans“/”of course, so much so that he abuses them for his reproduction!“/”oh, dad, you're not up to date at all chuckle“/”I don't know if I even want to be it…"/…

“Please, Dad. He's an outcast, and he does really good work and specializes in spirits, especially the different planes…"/ ‘You know I don't believe that nonsense’/ ‘because you only know and believe what our dear family spirits know from the afterlife.’/ ”That's the way it is, Cassandra. But I… I don't want to stand in your way”.

“Believe me, Dad, I've never wanted anything so much. And if there's at least a glimmer of hope of finding her again somewhere, then I don't want to leave any stone unturned. She's out there somewhere. And… If I don't find her, then I've failed"/ ”I don't want to hear that… My child. Hhh, I just hope nothing happens to you”.

“Oh dad… Nothing will happen to me. I've got three bodyguards there to look after me. “/"That's only slightly reassuring, my dear. All right, then. But I want a call from you every day“/”That's fine, I promise“/”Have you spoken to Don yet?“/”No, I'll do that tomorrow, I wanted to speak to you first“/” that's very commendable“/”hn-hn. I love you”.

“Well, then it's not so bad that Mr. Ayres is back in town…"/ ‘who?’/ ‘oh, surely you remember the man who helped your mother around the house while i was at work and she pregnant with Alex?’/ ‘oh, yes, he was very nice’/ ”yes. And now he's back after a long trip abroad. I'm surprised he doesn't have a family…"/ ‘Maybe he doesn't want one’.

“Well, I've never met a man who doesn't want a family, and I have…. A wonderful family, with an intelligent son and a beautiful daughter who always wants to have her way“/”I'll take that as a compliment, hm? Hey, I've got a great team behind me, they may be a bitcrazy, but they take everything very seriously.“/”,I get it now”.

They went into the kitchen together to get dinner ready. “So the wedding is also postponed indefinitely. What do you think he'll say?“/”Not much, probably. He's having to work double shifts at the moment because there's a shortage of doctors at the hospital“/”I've heard about that. Hopefully he'll get some rest at some point.“.

„Did I hear a little ironic undertone? Dad, he's a really nice guy. I know he's not your dream son-in-law…"/,,But apparently he's your dream man. And it's ultimately about you“/”mhm, exactly…How is Dina?“/,,oh, good, she's very happy at the restaurant I recommended to her”/"Fine. Let's make dinner now, I'm hungry”.

While Cassandra and her father take care of dinner, Alexander does his homework.,,oh man, this task isn't that easy after all, but I don't want to keep asking, I want to do it on my own. I wanted to see an alien too, now all I get is a photo… But at least it's real and not like a poster…hmm, who was the third president of the USA?”…

The dinner passed without many words. Cassandra was glad that her father had now agreed to her pursuing her research and that she would have to travel to another city to do so. But she wants to use tomorrow to talk to Don again and spend more time with him.

9:45 pm. While her father and brother are already in bed, Cassandra wanted to do a little test in front of her mirror. She put on the new nightdress she had recently bought for her wedding night. “Don has never seen me like this before. Just with this knot in my hair…hh, I wish I could undo this stupid curse, but I'm not a witch…. And it's better not to mess with magic… But the fact is, it hit me and I'm going to stick to doing the right thing…. “. After looking at herself for a while, she changed back into her normal clothes to sleep. And her thoughts wavered between Don and her mother. But most of all she was looking forward to this trip.

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Mariquita

Summary:

After a long day at work, you come home to find your boyfriend in a comprising situation. Your best friend Frankie shows you how to love again.

Rating: 18+ smut smut smut

Hello everyone, rewrites for Maintainence of Love are going great. Wrote this in the meantime as Frankie has been on my mind. I hope you like it.

Pedro Pascal Masterlist

Sleep, that’s all you could think about right now. You had stayed up all night studying for a test that ended up getting cancelled at the last minute and instead of going home to sleep, your boss had called you short-handed and you ended up working a double which turned into a shit show. You ended up dropping several plates, took dishes to the wrong table, and a group of teenagers decided to dine and dash and that meant you had to pay for their meals with your tip money for the night.

You were completely fed up and all you wanted to do was cuddle up on the couch with your boyfriend of two years, Matt, and watch a movie. You just hoped that your best friend and Matt’s roommate Frankie wasn’t home. It wasn’t like you had anything against Frankie. You both were super close and always hung out whether it was having lunch at school, doing homework or just needed someone to talk to when you were both feeling down. Tonight though, you just wanted to spend time with Matt. Both of your schedules had been extremely busy the last month and you rarely saw each it seemed.

Tiredly taking the keys out of your purse to Matt’s apartment, you were expecting to get a warm welcome, but instead you were greeted by darkness with the only source of light coming from beneath Matt’s bedroom door. It didn’t even look like Frankie was home either as his door was closed and his door was shut.

“Matt, honey,” you called out to him as you set your stuff down on the counter. Walking over to Matt’s door, you gave it a little knock and called out to him again, “Matt it’s me. I’m coming in.”

Just like the rest of the apartment, it was completely empty. Where the hell was, he?

You were about to turn around and leave, but a noise coming from the bathroom caught your attention, “Matt, you there?”

“H-hey babe you’re early,” you heard Matt shout from the bathroom. “I’ll be right out. Why don’t you go make us something to eat while I finish up in here.”

You couldn’t help but notice the nervous tone in his voice. “Matt, I’m super tired. Can we just order something and watch a movie. I’ve had a really bad day.”

“Umm…yeah, we can do that. Why don’t you go take care of that and I’ll be out in a minute. Order whatever you want, my treat.”

You still had an unsure feeling in the pit of your stomach, but as you turned to leave, the sound of an object falling and the sound of some sort of whispering, stopped you in your tracks, “What are you doing in there? Can you just come out here and talk to me? It’s not like I haven’t seen you naked before.” You moved closer to the door and could hear feet shuffling on the tiled floor, “Matt, what is going on?”

“I…I…I just got out of the shower okay. I don’t want to let the warm air out. You know how Frankie likes to keep the air on. Just go put that movie on and I’ll be right there.”

Again, something didn’t seem right to you. Matt was being real shady. Not caring if he was going to be mad at you, you went back over to the door and lucky or unlucky for you, the door was unlocked and when you flung it open, what you saw made your jaw drop and made your stomach sick. Standing in nothing but a towel was Matt and behind him was some blond trying unsuccessfully to climb out the bathroom window.

“Baby, I can explain, it’s not what it looks like,” Matt tried to argue, but it was too late. With tears in your eyes, you turned around to leave. However he was right behind you leaving his lady friend in bathroom, “Baby will you just stop and listen! She means nothing to me, I swear. It was just a spur of the moment thing. Will you just stop!”

He reached out and grabbed you by the arm. “Let go of me!” you shouted as you tried your best to pull away. “I don’t need to hear anything from you Matt. You are a cheating asshole. Now let me go!”

“But baby I…”

“Hey!” came a loud deep voice from the other end of the hall. You turned and saw Frankie standing there shirtless with his curly hair sticking up. It was clear that he had been in his bedroom the entire time asleep. “I believe she said to let her go Matt, so let her go now!”

Matt quickly did as he was told and took a step back holding his hands up in defense, “Okay, okay I let go. Now can we just talk about this please!”

“There is nothing to talk about Matt!” you shouted at him again not caring who heard you. “You are nothing more than a lying, dirty, nasty cheater!”

“Wait what?” Frankie asked really confused on what he walked into. “You two have been going at it for the past two hours now and now suddenly, he’s cheating? Can someone explain to me what is going on?” With all the noise he heard coming from Matt’s bedroom, it was odd to hear you fighting.

“Two hours? Two hours? You bastard! How could you?!” Your hurt turned into anger as you slapped Matt across the face.

Thankfully for him, before you could hit him again, Frankie came up from behind you, pulling you into his bare chest. “Calm down mariquita,” he whispered his nickname for you into your ear. “You need to tell me what is going on.”

“That wasn’t me, Frankie,” you told him turning around in his arms, your tears streaming down your face. “I’ve been at work all day. This dumbass told me to come over after work and now when I’m totally drained, I find him sneaking his tramp out the bathroom window.”

“Hey who are you calling a tramp?” Matt’s mistress finally spoke up as she poked her head out from his room. Guess her window escape didn’t work after all.

“You fucking slut, you don’t get to talk!” Your eyes grew red with rage as you rushed the homewrecker. You got close enough to almost snatch her hair before Frankie grabbed you again, “You’re lucky Frankie is here otherwise I would rip that fake ass wig off your head!”

The blond flinched and quickly ran to hide behind Matt which angered you further. But before you could attack again, Frankie spoke up being the voice of wisdom, “Look if you value your life, I would get the hell out of here. I don’t think I can keep holding her back for much longer and when I do let go, I’m not liable for what she may do to you.” With fear in her eyes, the blond seemed to get the point, because she ran out of the apartment in the blink of an eye.

Once she was gone, Matt tried to smooth things over, “Look baby I…”

“Such your damn mouth,” Frankie snapped at him as he let you go. He then slowly stalked Matt, cornering him up against the wall, towering over him with his massive frame.

The image stirred something deep inside of you. Seeing Frankie in his protective mode with his muscles tensing up was enough to make your mouth water. You couldn’t help but feel those feelings that you stored away start to creep up.

“You lost the right to call her baby when you decided to stick that pathetic excuse that you call a dick into another woman. You’re lucky I don’t beat the living fuck out of you right now,” Frankie hissed at him.

Beads of sweat began to run down Matt’s face as he tried to think of a way out the situation, he found himself in. “Okay, look, I made a mistake, I’ll admit that. I’m not going to deny it anymore, but I promise you that this was the one and only time that I cheated. I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. If you give me another chance, I promise you that this will never happen again.”

You walked up to him and laughed, “You honestly think I would still want to be with you Matt. You broke my heart. Was I not good enough for you? Did I not satisfy you enough that you had to go find it in someone else? I fucking gave you everything Matt and all you did was rip my heart out. I…I never want to see again, and I hope you rot in hell.” Not being able to hold your tears back anymore, you turned and ran into Frankie’s room to get away. You didn’t want him to you shed anymore tears on him.

So consumed in your feelings and trying to process everything that just happened, you didn’t hear the thump of heavy footsteps coming into the bedroom or the bed sink as Franke sat down next to your shaking body. “Shit mariquita, c’mere,” he sighed sympathetically as he pulled your limp body into his arms. “Just let it out mariquita, just let it out. I got you.”

“I loved him, Frankie. I loved him.”

“I know you did. I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry.”

“Am...am I an idiot? Am I unlovable? Why does everyone I love hurt me and leave!”

Sitting you up a little bit more, Frankie took your chin into his hand and lifted your head. “Look at me mariquita, look at me. Never say that about yourself ever again. You are not an idiot, and you are worthy of love. Never sell yourself short like that again. Do you understand me? I’m still here and I am not going anywhere.”

You looked up into those big brown puppy dog eyes that you loved so much and saw that dimple that drove you crazy peeking out. The first time you saw it, you went in the knees. Raising your hand to cup his cheek, you couldn’t help but notice his facial hair had started to grow in except for a patch that was shaped like a heart. You don’t know why you didn’t notice that before, but now it was forever sealed in your memory. “Frankie?

“Yeah?”

“Promise me…promise me that you won’t ever leave me.”

“I just said…”

“No, I mean promise me that you won’t. It’s one thing to say that, but it’s another to promise me that you’ll always be there no matter what.” If Frankie were to leave, you might as well be non-existent.

Taking your hand into his, Frankie brought it up to his bare chest and placed it over his heart, “Mariquita, I, Francisco Morales, promise you that I will never ever leave you or do anything to hurt you. I will always be there no matter what. You are my best friend in the entire world, and you forever changed my life when you chased me around bio lab with a tub full of ladybugs.” That’s where your nickname Mariquita came from. He let it slip that he was afraid of bugs, and you were quick to exploit his fear in a funny joking way.

He then leaned down and rested his forehead on yours and looked deeply into your eyes. You could see his mind running a thousand miles a minute. His words were so beautiful, and you knew he meant every word he said. He would never lie to you, and he would never hurt you. Frankie Morales was a very good man.

“Thank you, Frankie. I really needed to hear that.”

“Anytime Mariquita and for the record, you will find someone out there that deserves you. Someone that will treat you with respect, someone that will marry you, and give you the family that you have always wanted. He is out there. Sometimes you just gotta look right in...”

Unfortunately, he was cut off by the sound of the front door opening and closing. “Was that...was that Matt?”

“It better be. I told that jackass that he had five minutes to get dressed, pack a bag, and get out,” Frankie huffed. “He is lucky that I didn’t kiss his goddamn ass.”

“As much as I would like to see that, he’s your roommate Frankie. You said it yourself; you can’t afford the rent on this place by yourself.” You didn’t want to see Frankie struggle just because Matt was an idiot.

Frankie just started to laugh as a naughty grin appeared on his face, “Well it’s a good thing I’m moving then. Already talked to the landlord and paid what I owed for the rest of this month. Come the first of the month, Matt is going to have a few more problems. I was going to let him know in the morning, but now, I guess he is going to have to find out the hard way.”

Leave it Frankie to always blow your mind. “What do you mean you’re moving? To where and why?”

“I’m not going that far. A friend of mine told me about an apartment that was available. It is way cheaper and closer to you actually.”

“Closer? How close?”

That damn dimple appeared again as Frankie bit his lower lip, “Say maybe two floors below you.”

Your eyes grew wide and without thinking you threw your arms around his neck, “Oh my gosh, are you serious? You’re really moving into my building?”

“Yep, already signed a lease and everything. All I have to do is pack and I’m out of here.”

“I’m so happy for you Frankie! Now we’ll be able to see more of each other. I bet you can’t wait to have your own bachelor pad. All the girls are going to want to come over,” You didn’t know why you said the last part and you couldn’t help but feel a little jealous at the thought of seeing Frankie with another girl.

Frankie shook his head and nervously ran his hand through his hair, “Yeah, I don’t think that’s going to happen. I’m just to busy with work these days and besides, there is a particular girl that I’m interested in.”

“Umm...excuse me,” you said in disbelief. Frankie usually told you everything, but this, this was new. “What girl, do I know her?”

“I mean you might. We do have a few classes together. I...I really have feelings for her that I didn’t know existed. She is the definition of perfect. She is smart, funny, beautiful, all of it. She knows what she wants in life and isn’t afraid of taking chances and doing what she loves. When we talk, I feel like she fully understands me and actually listens to what I have to say. There is just one problem.”

“A problem? How can there be a problem? It sounds like you’re really in love there Morales,” you tried your best to keep your jealousy and hurt at bay. It was obvious he was in love. You could see it on his face when he was talking about this mystery girl.

“The problem is that she just broke up with her long-time boyfriend. I don’t want to tell her how I feel and push her into anything before she heals from her breakup. Not to mention, she doesn’t even know that I have feelings for her,” Frankie sighed.

You reached out and took his hand into yours, “Damn Frankie, yeah that’s a tough one. You’re right in not wanting to push her into anything, but you can’t deny your feelings either. You need to tell her how you feel. Maybe let her know that even if she doesn’t reciprocate the same feelings, you will be there to support her through her breakup as a really good friend. Because let’s face it Frankie, you are one of the greatest friends in the world. You are always so supportive.”

“Do...do you think that will work? It won’t scare her away?”

“I mean it may startle her at first, but I’m sure if she is how, you describe her, she will understand. If someone came up to me right now and told me there was another person out there that wanted me besides Matt, that was willing to be there for me and show me how to love again, I would certainly want to know. It would make me feel less like a loser right now. It would give me hope,” you smiled sadly.

Once again Frankie tilted your head up to look like him, “Hey don’t say that, Mariquita. You have no reason to feel that way remember. Matt is the one that messed up not you. You are so strong mariquita and you deserve nothing but happiness and...and...”

“And what?”

“Love mariquita, you deserve nothing but love,” he then got down on his knees in front of you.

“Frankie, what are you doing?”

“Listening to your advice,” Frankie whispered to you. “Mariquita, I have a confession to make. I love you. I always have and I always will. I loved you from the very first time that I laid my eyes on you. You are so kind to everyone you meet; your laugh brightens up the room, and you know how to make people feel special in the world. Matt fucked up and fucked up bad. He let go the greatest opportunity of a lifetime. He lost the opportunity of spending the rest of his life with you. He lost the chance to marry you and make your wildest dreams come true. I can do that for you, mariquita and more. All you have to do is give me a chance. And I know you may not feel the same way as me but...”

You cut him off, your lips smashed against his, causing both of you to fall to the floor. At first Frankie was completely shocked, but as you kept kissing him, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into him a little more, making you grind on him. “Fuck Frankie,” you gasped breaking the kiss.

“I..shit, I’m sorry,” he began to apologize and tried to wiggle out from beneath you.  You could see panic start to kick in.

“Hey, hey it’s okay,” you tried to calm him. “I was the one that kissed you remember. You have nothing to be sorry for Frankie. But...but is what you said true. Do you really love me?”

Frankie with his arms still wrapped around you, sat up trying carefully to not knock you off his lap, “Yes mariquita, I meant it all. My biggest regret in life was introducing you to Matt. When he told me that you two were dating, I was devastated. I knew that it should have been me and not him.”

“Why didn’t you say anything Frankie? I was only interested in Matt because I thought you didn’t want me,” you sighed.

“Are...are you serious?” Frankie cocked his eyebrow in the way that drove you crazy.

“Yes, Frankie, you are every woman’s dream. You listen to everything I have to say, and you remember every detail. You know exactly what to do when I’m feeling down. You watch sappy rom coms with me, and you even know what snacks to bring me when I’m on my period for crying out loud. You got it all Frankie and not to mention, you are really freaking hot.”

A blush came upon Frankie’s cheeks, “You...you think I’m hot?”

“God yes Frankie! Those damn eyes of yours get me in trouble every time I look at you. However, the thing that drives me crazy the most, is how big you are.” Frankie raised his eyebrow again and you knew exactly what he was thinking. “Not like that weirdo. I mean like how big you are body wise. I love how you tower over me and make me feel small yet make me feel so protected all at once. I love how you wrap your arms around me and keep me warm. Not even Matt could do that, Frankie. Deep down I’ve always knew you were the one for me.”

You could feel Frankie’s heart beating out of his chest as you ran your hands up his torso and wrapped your arms around his neck, resting your forehead on his. “Can...can I kiss you again?” he asked softly. You slowly nodded as your voice suddenly got lost. You could see his brown eyes start to darken.

Pulling your head down to him, Frankie firmly placed another kiss on your lips. Fireworks began to go off in your mind. It was like everything stopped and you were the only ones that existed on the planet. Parting your lips slightly, you allowed his very eager tongue entrance and just like the first kiss, Frankie pulled you closer to him causing you to grind on his growing length. Just from the feeling of it against the hem of your jeans, you could tell that he was certainly gifted. The thought alone was enough to make your panties wet.

“F...Frankie,” you moaned into his mouth.

“Yes mariquita?”

“I...I...I need you.”

Hearing that caused Frankie to pull away to make sure he heard you correctly, “Wh...what? Are you sure? We don’t need to do this now. I can wait.”

Fuck, his care, and concern for you was such a turn on. Reaching down to the hem of your shirt, you pulled the material off over your head, revealing your bra covered breasts underneath. You knew your words would be enough to convince him, but you wanted to show him how much you needed him. “I’ve never been more sure in my life Frankie, please.”

Without any hesitation, Frankie smashed his lips against yours once again before kissing him way up your jaw to your ear, “You are so fucking beautiful Mariquita. I promise I’m going to make you feel good.”

He then pushed your bra strap down as he bit and sucked on the base of your neck doing his best to mark you as his and you didn’t mind one bit. Wanting to feel more of his mouth on you, you reached behind you and unclasped your bra letting your bare breasts fall free.

“Jesus Christ,” Frankie moaned once he saw what you had done. “They’re so fucking gorgeous. So perfect and all for me,” he then leaned down and one breast into his mouth while he circled the hardening nipple of the other. You loved the way he held them in his massive hands.

“Shit Frankie” you cried out at the sensation. If his mouth felt this great on your tits, you couldn’t wait to see what else he could do.

As he pulled away, you couldn’t help but let out a whimper at the loss of the feeling. “Don’t worry mariquita, I’ll make you feel good again. Finish getting undressed and get on the bed.”

You felt a rush if wetness hit your panties. His dominant tone came out of nowhere and you absolutely loved it. Standing on shaky legs, you did want you were told and began to take off your jeans. You fumbled with the button at first but once you popped it open and pulled down the zipper, you turned around slowly pulled them down your ass, giving Frankie a show of the red laced thong underneath.

You didn’t even hear him come up from behind as a sharp slap on your ass cheek cause you to gasp and jump back into him. “Mmm...do you know what you are doing to me,” he groaned into your ear as he grinded against your ass.

“Like what you see Papi,” you giggled pushing back against him.

“Fuck yeah, I do. You’re so fucking beautiful. Like a goddess,” he replied running his hand down your torso till he reached your covered sex. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for a long time. I’ve had dreams of this and had to wake up and fuck my hand because of you. Fucking Temptress.”

He then dipped his hand inside feeling the soft skin of your pussy against his hand. You thanked the stars that you had shaved that morning. “Relax mariquita, let me feel how wet you get for me,” he coached you as he spread your lips and ran his finger against your leaking entrance. You felt him slip his middle finger inside of you, causing you to moan out in pleasure and throw your head back onto his shoulder. “That’s it, open up for me.”

“F...fuck Frankie!”

“It’s okay Mariquita, I got you. It’s okay to let go for me. I wanna hear you come for me. Just let go,” he then pushed his palm down roughly against for clit. The added pressure caused that warm tingling sensation began to rise in the pit of your stomach. You began to thrust your hips into his hand as he added another finger and increased his pace.

“F...Frankie, I’m...I’m gonna come...”

“Good girl, that’s right. Let me feel you squeeze my fingers.”

Hearing Frankie’s words of encouragement was enough to push you ever the edge. You came hard, screaming his name in pleasure. You pussy gripping his fingers tight, “Frankie!”

He didn’t stop until you were completely spent. His arm had come around you and held you upright, so you didn’t fall to the floor. “That was amazing mariquita. You did so good, and you taste amazing,” through your semi closed eyes, you watched as he sucked your release off his fingers, not wasting one bit. “Now get those panties off and get into bed. We aren’t finished yet.”

Doing what you were told, you dropped the remainder of your clothing and got into his bed spread out as you impatiently waited for him. Frankie walked over to the side of the bed slowly like a lion stalking his prey as he rubbed himself through his shorts. You could see the head of him peaking out and smearing pre cum all over the hairs of his happy trail. He gave himself one more good stroke before he stopped and pushed his shorts down to the floor.

“Jesus, Frankie,” you gasped as you saw him for the first time, and it certainly didn’t disappoint. He was long, thick, and so engorged that you could see the veins bulging out. You wanted nothing more than to take him down your throat just to see if you could do it. Frankie Morales was definitely the biggest that you had.

“Like what you see?” he asked as he climbed up on the bed and sat on his knees in front of you. You didn’t trust your voice, so you nodded in response. Frankie scooted close to you and parted your legs to take a real good look at your pussy. He let out a deep groan as it was glistening in the light with a rosy, pink hue to it. Your lips were plump, and he could see your clit crying out for his attention. “Last chance mariquita, are you sure you want this? I need to hear you say it.”

“Y-yes Frankie please. I want, no need, you to fuck me please!”

“Good girl, just let me know if it gets too much for you,” he parted your legs further so he can climb in between them with his massive frame. Taking second with his head between your legs, he bent down and gave your pussy a good lick, lapping up some of your juices. “Damn,” he groaned loving the way it tasted. “I want to eat you till you scream, but I don’t think I can last much longer. Want you so bad, mariquita.”

“Then have me,” you replied as you pulled him up to you.

“We’ll go slow okay. It will feel good, I promise,” he leaned down and gave you one last kiss before he reached down in between you and placed himself at your entrance. As he slowly pushed himself inside, you couldn’t help but wince at his size stretching you open. “Breathe, mariquita, breathe, almost there,” he whispered kissing below your ear.

You took a deep breath and tried your hardest to relax as you felt yourself becoming more and more full. Soon the stretching and the stinging began to fade, and your body responded by thrusting up against him as Frankie buried himself fully inside.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes Frankie, but please move. I need you to move!”

Frankie chuckled nipping at your chin and did what he was told. He pulled himself out halfway before snapping his hips forward, burying himself again. This was the pace and the rhythm that he kept for a while, leaving squirming underneath.

“Please”

“Please what? Tell me what you need?”

“Need…need you to move faster please.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”

You frustratedly took his face into his and looked deep into his eyes, “For the thousandth time Frankie, yes, I am sure. I’ve never been more sure of anything in my entire life. Now will you please fuck me. Make me yours.”

That seemed to light a fire under him because without warning, he took your hands into his raised them over your head before he started thrusting into you at a brutal pace. “Is this what you want? You want me to fuck you like this?”

“God yes Frankie! Just like that, just like that!”

“You’re so fucking tight mariquita. Gripping me so tight. Wanna feel you cum all around me. Can you that for me?”

You knew you were almost there, but needed a little more help reaching that limit, “Need you to touch me, Frankie. Please touch my clit.”

“Show me how mariquita. Show me how to touch you.”

You took his hand and brought it down to your throbbing clit showing how you liked to be touch. The added pressure from both of your hands was enough to send you over the top. “I’m…I’m going to cum Frankie. Don’t stop!”

“Never, mariquita. Now cum for me.”

That was all you needed as your eyes rolled in the back of your head and your toes curled. “Oh, shit Frankie!”

“Fuck yeah, I feel you. Gripping me so good mariquita,” Frankie groaned into your shoulder. He knew that he wasn’t going to be able to last much longer. “I’m gonna cum soon. Where do I…”

“In me,” You cut him off. “Want it inside. I’m on the pill Frankie I swear. Feel me up please!”

That set him off and after a few sloppy thrusts, he slammed into you one last time before he came filling you to the brim, “Shit mariquita.”

You laid there in pure orgasmic bliss. Frankie’s added cum to your already full pussy was pure heaven. Everything at that moment felt right. Just you and him.

“You…you, okay?” he checked in as he tried lifted his tired head up to look at you.

“I’m fine baby. That…that was incredible. As much as love feeling you on me, it’s getting kind of hard to breath,” you chuckled.

“Oh, shit sorry.”

Both of you hissed as his cock and both your combined spent spilled out of you. Frankie sat there for a second feeling proud at the sight. He didn’t even care you were spilling onto his sheets. “Have I told you how beautiful you are?”

Your face grew red as you tried to hide your face in his pillow, “You’re just saying that cause I’m naked in your bed.”

“That might play a role in it yes, but I really do mean it mariquita. You’re just so damn gorgeous,” he smiled with that damn dimple again. “Are you sure it was okay for me to…you know? I can go run to the pharmacy and get something.”

You sat up and placed your fingers on his lips, “There is no need, Frankie. I swear to you that I’m on the pill. I trust you and to be perfectly honest, that was the first time for me.”

“You mean Matt…”

“Never,” you cut him off again. “I always made him use a condom. You were my first.”

That filling of pride filled Frankie again and you swore you saw his chest puff out a little. “I love you mariquita. You mean the world to me.” “I love you to Frankie and thank you, thank you for always being there for me and for showing me how real love is supposed to feel like.”

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Weiss, Day 5

Skye: Honestly, Beulah, we're fine... I managed the house fine for years before Penny was born, and before she was big enough to help... take over...

Woody has an active want to go to college, which makes it homework o'clock!

Woody: Hi, Pascal.

Of course Penny and Pascal went straight for the chess board. They don't have time at home, what with four toddlers!

Woody: Well hi there! Your daddy's married to my sister, which makes me your Uncle Woody. And I'm green like you!

Want to meet someone new - fulfilled!

And then Penny left due to pregnancy motives, and Pascal decided it was late and he should take Tycho and Maia home too.

Woody was just making dinner, too! Why couldn't they stay?

Oh, maybe it's best they didn't stay.

Meanwhile, Skye spent his evening stargazing.

On Tuesday morning, Skye and Woody went off to work and school, leaving me watching an empty house all day. They both napped when they got home, and then Woody did homework and invited Penny, Pascal, Tycho and Maia over. Meeting Tycho for the first time filled his want to meet someone new! Maia never made it into any pictures because she spent the whole time playing with the bunny in the attic.

[beikonsims]

Since Tycho no longer needed much tutoring or help with homework, Kent could give all of his attention to his daughter. He tried to use his teaching experience to incorporate elements of singing into it, but Luna begged him to stop.

Pascal had an awkward chess session with Tycho, with both of them still moody and quiet after their recent fight. At least the game didn't require talking, so the two could huff annoyed while still kicking each other's asses.

The atmosphere in the house was becoming unbearable for Pascal. He knew Tycho is right and he didn't want the Beakers to break his family apart with their shenanigans. He decided to study a couples counseling textbook for advice.

[vulcan-on-main]

Strange-Blossom turn 2: Curious

Cheap exorcisms in your area - wait no my kid just looks like that. Ah damn, that sucks. It's a face only a father could love, sorry not sorry. At least she will be aging up soon so Circe's little life project will be able to start.

Circe came back to her maiden name Salamis because in what world would this go getter girlie change her name for some subpar scientist?

She is bonding with the test subject. Making a good foundation for insanity. The goals are: private school, A+, all homework is helped with, the kid has at least 3rd lvl in every skill before becoming a teen.

She has - ew - romance with Pascal (ew) and it's soooo gross to her. Eww. Another subpar no good man. But she wants to have a child of her own so she is in search of somebody better.

Kevin Bruty just so happened to be available. Very cooperative and respectful. Did not require wooing or time just did his thing and got quickly asked to leave after. Efficiency you see - it's key!

Will I be showing the men of this house any time soon? No. Also happy mad scientist happy life or whatever.

Girl what you staring at? Did you see Circe's boob or something? Quit being so weird :,(((

Mother says - Millie does. She already has 1st point in cleaning, cooking and mechanical. Will be attempting private school the next day.

It is Saturday in game and so they will have all the time in the world to practice together.

Circe gave birth right at the end of the turn to twins. Both got black hair, one has blue eyes the other has brown. Fine mix if I do say so myself. They are exactly 8 days younger than Millie and two days younger than the Greenman twins.

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Tycho wanted homework help and Pascal wanted to help him.

"Multiplication is really simple. What's 3x3? 3 plus 3 more, plus another 3."

[kazetokinouta-a]

Kaze to Ki no Uta Headcanons - #800 Followes

Hello everyone! We achieved the mark of 800 followers!

 First of all, I’d like to thank everyone who follows and supports this blog. And since the headcanons were the most voted on that poll we made, here it is more KazeKi Headcanons!

What is their best childhood memory?

His best childhood memory is when he would sit on the piano to watch his father play, in fact all the moments that Serge spent with his parents are the most precious moments of his childhood, and which he certainly keeps in his heart.

How they express love? (Platonically and romantically)

Serge is naturally affectionate with the people he cares about, always smiling, being kind and helping them when needed. When it comes to platonic love, he demonstrates it simply by being a good friend, cheering his friends up when needed and helping them in times of difficulty.

When it comes to romantic love, all of this becomes more intense, he is capable of making great sacrifices for the person he loves. He doesn't hesitate to protect them, help them and let them know how he feels.

What’s their morning schedule?

He tends to be very disciplined in his routine, always waking up when the alarm clock goes off and calmly getting ready for class. Between one daily task and another, one of his chores it's getting Gilbert up and convincing him to go to class too, Serge also helps him to get ready and try to keep him in a good mood until the morning laziness wears off.

Who do they go to for comfort?

It depends on what is bothering him. If the source of his sadness is some personal frustration or family issue, he tends to seek comfort primarily from Gilbert, either talking to him or spending time together to forget about the problem. If the source of his sadness is some problem he had with Gilbert, then he tends to vent to Carl and Pascal, who are his closest friends.

What is their biggest regret?

·       The biggest regret of his life was not being able to save Gilbert from his accident, even though many years have passed since Gilbert left, he continues to brood over everything and blame himself for not having protected the person he loved the most.

What is their best childhood memory?

The best childhood memory he has is when he spent the whole day playing with his pets, there were few happy moments he had in his childhood, but he still fondly remembers his four-legged friends.

How they express love? (Platonically and romantically)

Gilbert has trouble showing affection in the conventional way, but since Serge's friends have welcomed him as a friend, he has had more opportunities to learn.

With platonic love, he demonstrates by letting people get close to him, physically and emotionally, which was previously something totally impossible to happen. He also demonstrates that he sees someone as a friend by participating in activities that the person enjoys, such as sports, games, or conversation.

As for romantic love, he demonstrates it with physical touch, sweet words, fun teasing, and spending time with his loved one.

What’s their morning schedule?

His mornings are generally disorganized, it's not always that he can stick to a fixed routine. Sometimes he sleeps too much because he stayed up all night and doesn't feel like going to class, and sometimes he doesn't even feel like getting out of bed.

When Serge manages to convince him to go to class, he goes and spends the day with him. But when he insists on staying in his room, he tries to get some sleep, read a book, watch the birds from his bedroom window, or, if he's feeling productive, do his homework.

Who do they go to for comfort?

First, he spends some time alone until he calms down or fully understands what happened, then he looks to Serge for comfort. Usually, he doesn't immediately say what happened, what comforts him the most is physical touch, like a welcoming hug.

When he feels more comfortable, he talks about his feelings, even if it's sometimes hard to fully understand them.

What is their biggest regret?

Gilbert regrets many things he did, including things that weren't his fault, but his biggest regret was not asking Serge for help when he was suffering from drugs in Paris. Not that it was easy to tell and ask for help, but seconds before his death, he thought that he could have a different fate if he had taken different actions.

What is their best childhood memory?

Carl's best childhood memory was when his brother was born, he was the age Sebastian is when the manga's story takes place. He may not show it much, but he really loves his brother, and he remembers the joy he felt when he met his little brother.

How they express love? (Platonically and romantically)

Even if Carl doesn't seem to be very affectionate, he shows it when he loves someone, whether it's by worrying too much about them, helping them with their problems, listening when they need it and always being there for them.

When it comes to romantic relationships, he may be a little shy about showing affection physically or verbally, but he is the type of partner who will always be there for the person he loves, supporting and understanding

What’s their morning schedule?

Carl always wakes up early to organize himself calmly, he makes a list of his daily tasks as class representative, checks that all homework has been done and sets aside his books for classes. He comes down for breakfast and morning prayers as soon as the students are allowed out of their rooms, which gives him more time to catch up with his friends in the morning.

Who do they go to for comfort?

Pascal is the person he talks to the most about his problems and thoughts, even more than Serge. He might look to Serge or his other friends to distract or comfort him, but usually the first person who comes to his mind when something happens is Pascal.

What is their biggest regret?

Carl's biggest regret is when he should have stood up for himself or for others, but didn't have the courage to do so. Be it when Gilbert was humiliated by the boys in the fireplace incident, when Serge needed help or any situation of injustice, he wanted to help but didn't have the courage.

What is their best childhood memory?

The best memory of Pascal's life was the moment he discovered his passion for botany and biology, at a time when he didn't have many obligations and could spend the whole day reading and experimenting with the flowers in his home garden. Sometimes his sisters joined in, whether it was picking flowers or simply hearing about his ideas and discoveries.

How they express love? (Platonically and romantically)

Pascal is not a very affectionate person, but he does show that he likes someone by giving advice, spending time with that person and sharing more about his thoughts and opinions, which he doesn't do with some random person. In a romantic relationship, all of this is more intense, he is more vulnerable and shares even more about himself.

What’s their morning schedule?

Pascal tries to have an organized morning, but sometimes he fails. Either because he stayed up late studying and reading or because his roommates woke him up with noise, already putting him in a bad mood at the beginning of the day. His routine depends on the classes he will have that day, if he has Latin class or some other subject that doesn't interest him, then he already knows that he will spend the whole day in his room or in the greenhouse.

Who do they go to for comfort?

He doesn't usually vent much, preferring to keep his problems and feelings to himself, but the person he talks to the most is his best friend, Carl. Sometimes he is vulnerable around Serge, but not always, as was the case when his brother Michael died, he keeps all the pain to himself and has difficulty expressing himself.

What is their biggest regret?

His biggest regret was all the times he stopped having fun or doing something because he didn't find logic or rationality in it. He knows that life is not composed completely of reason or emotion, and that there must be a balance between them, but sometimes he gets so absorbed in his ideas and thoughts that he forgets about it.

What is their best childhood memory?

Sebastian is still living through his childhood and forming many special memories, but one recent thing he remembers fondly and will likely remember for a long time is when Carl taught him how to ride a bike. That was a few years ago, and since then the two have been riding their bikes together on vacation when they get back home.

How they express love? (Platonically and romantically)

Sebastian is a naughty child, but he is affectionate and sociable. He likes to talk and play with his friends, and he shows his love by admiring the people he cares about, like his brother and Serge, who is his role model and role model.

What’s their morning schedule?

He doesn't really like waking up early, but he gets woken up anyway by his noisy roommates. He puts on his uniform, takes his books and goes to breakfast, probably racing or playing along the way.

 He also uses of the morning's free time to talk to Carl, Serge and Liliath, who are the older boys he talks to the most.

Who do they go to for comfort?

Being a child, Sebastian obviously still doesn't have full control of his emotions, he goes to his brother when he feels bad. Carl protects and listens to him, and he is grateful to have someone from his family nearby to help him when he is not feeling well, but he also often writes letters to his mother when Carl is unable to help him.

What is their biggest regret?

Sebastian didn't live long enough to have regrets, but one thing he would regret when older was not spending more time with Serge before he left for Paris. He secretly wished he could spend more time with Serge and ask him to teach him how to play the piano, but he never had the courage to ask.

What is their best childhood memory?

The best memories of Rosemariné's childhood were certainly the moments he spent with Jules, the two had a lot of fun and it was at that time that Árion discovered that he felt something more for his friend. It's memories like this that comfort him during difficult times.

How they express love? (Platonically and romantically)

Rosemariné is a very closed person and considered cold, but it is possible to know when he likes someone by letting the person get close to him, both physically and emotionally. In a romantic context, he lets the person touch his hair, a trauma he tries to overcome, and shows his most vulnerable side.

What’s their morning schedule?

As a Lacombrade employee, he has to get up early to make sure the students are in the right place at the right time, plus he's the one who holds morning Masses and apply the punishments for those who don't follow the rules.

Who do they go to for comfort?

The person he trusts the most is Jules, as he has already told him about his traumas and the discomfort he feels when Auguste is around. So, whenever something torments him, he tells his childhood friend and waits for advice or a word of comfort.

What is their biggest regret?

Rosemariné's biggest regret was never telling Jules how he feels about him, just as he was about to speak, he changed the subject and started talking about Jules' sister. Even when he got married, Arion never stopped thinking about it.

What is their best childhood memory?

Jules' best childhood memory, aside from all the times he spent with Rosemariné, was when Arion came to visit him at his home when he was sick. All that concern and the kiss he received from his friend really got to him, and it was on this occasion that he had a confirmation of what he felt for the young aristocrat.

How they express love? (Platonically and romantically)

Jules is reserved but enjoys socializing and helping people, he shows his love by caring, helping and listening when people need to vent. In a romantic relationship, he does this even more, caring for the other person's well-being more than his own.

What’s their morning schedule?

He also wakes up early like the school staff, makes his morning tea and goes to Rosemariné's office to find out if he needs help and what he needs to do that day. After breakfast, he takes a walk outside Lacombrade to make sure all students are inside the classroom.

Who do they go to for comfort?

The person he trusts the most is Rosemariné, he knows about Jules complicated financial and family situation since they were children, and he also knows many of his secrets. Just as he will always listen to Arion when he needs it, he knows he can count on him when he needs it.

What is their biggest regret?

Not ironically, it's the same regret as Rosemariné, neither of them admitted their feelings for each other, keeping that regret for the rest of their lives.

What is their best childhood memory?

The best moment of Paiva's childhood was when she lived with her family traveling in Europe, before they settled in France and she became a prostitute. She loved the tranquility of the trip, seeing the different landscapes and meeting different people.

How they express love? (Platonically and romantically)

Paiva is a sweet and friendly person, she is always smiling and chatting with everyone, and she has a very strong sense of community, so she always shares what she has with those who can't have it. In a romantic relationship, she is sweet, caring, loving and romantic.

What’s their morning schedule?

After she married Aslan, her morning routine had consisted of waking up, making meals, taking care of Serge, cleaning the house, and helping her husband with the housework if needed. But even starting the day in a tiring way, she wouldn't trade this routine for anything, being next to the two people she loves most in the world is too precious for her.

Who do they go to for comfort?

She knew she could count on her husband, they really loved and helped each other, so she vented to him, nothing that an afternoon walk together or a tight hug couldn't solve. Spending time with her son was also a good distraction, she loved playing with him and making him laugh.

What is their biggest regret?

Even though it's not her fault, she thinks she could have done more so that Aslan could have survived. Even though she knew she couldn’t do a miracle, every time she remembers Aslan closing his eyes for the last time, she regrets it.

She thinks that if it weren't for her, he wouldn't be in that situation.

What is their best childhood memory?

Aslan's best childhood memory was when he and François had fun in Lacombrade, he fondly treasured all those childhood adventures and discoveries, where even a walk through the forest could turn into an epic journey.

How they express love? (Platonically and romantically)

Aslan shows his love by always helping the people he cares about, making them laugh and being there for them. When it comes to romantic love, he is much more sensitive to the needs of the person he loves, and even writes songs made for that person.

What’s their morning schedule?

After he got married, he got up early to work on the farm, but enjoyed spending time with his family before heading out. He liked it when everyone had breakfast together, he and Paiva laughed when little Serge got his face dirty with the food, and when his son insisted that he wanted to see his father working or for him to stay home and play a song.

Who do they go to for comfort?

The person who is always there for him is Paiva, his true love. He always talks to her when something bothers him, whether it's his concern for the family's future or his sister's insistence that he return to his old life as a viscount.

What is their biggest regret?

Aslan never regretted having married Paiva and having Serge, but he regrets giving up the title of viscount, he wanted to provide a comfortable life for his family. When they went through financial difficulties, the thought that he could have done something different to avoid this situation always crossed his mind.

What is their best childhood memory?

Patricia's best childhood memory was when she got her first paints from her parents, that's when she discovered her love for painting. She remembers when she and her sisters painted in the gardens in the afternoon, it was a really special time.

How they express love? (Platonically and romantically)

Patricia is very straightforward when it comes to her feelings, she demonstrates her love both verbally and physically, it is easy to know when she likes or dislikes someone. In a romantic context, she is much more expressive, and she obviously paint pictures of the person she loves.

What’s their morning schedule?

Patricia wakes up early along with her sisters, they all have classes at home, so they need to get ready and go have breakfast before their tutors arrive. However, she likes to walk in the mornings, to observe the landscape and get inspiration for her paintings.

Who do they go to for comfort?

Pat has a lot of sisters that she can vent and talk to, and she really confides in them, but the person she is closest to is Pascal. She writes him letters frequently, and they both help each other out when there's a problem.

What is their biggest regret?

Pat's biggest regret was not spending more time with her younger brother, Michael. She often locked herself in her room to paint and wouldn't play with him when he asked, but after his death, she thinks about it often and deeply regrets it.

What is their best childhood memory?

François' fondest childhood memory is when his father taught him fencing, something he practiced well into adulthood. When he teaches his students fencing, he always remembers those moments and imagines that he is now in his father's shoes, teaching the younger ones.

How they express love? (Platonically and romantically)

He is a friendly person by nature, both with his friends and with his students, he has a positive energy that makes the room lighter and calmer. But in a romantic context, he is usually a little embarrassed to show his feelings, but he is always close to the person he loves.

What’s their morning schedule?

Just like everyone else who works at the school, he needs to wake up early and before the students, to organize the daily tasks, plan the classes, check the grades and those who are present.

Who do they go to for comfort?

The person who always listened to him in difficult times was Aslan, after his death he closed himself off a bit. He doesn't often vent, he prefers to keep his feelings to himself.

What is their biggest regret?

His biggest regret was not showing/telling Aslan how important their friendship was and how much he cared for him, François feels he didn't show this enough before it was too late.

What is their best childhood memory?

The best memory of Angeline's life was when she and Serge played together, before she burned her face and before he left for Lacombrade, when she felt like she had a brother. She misses her cousin a lot, he was the one who gave her strength to get up every day and face her mother's abuse.

How they express love? (Platonically and romantically)

Angeline is very sweet and kind, she shows love with kind words, small acts of kindness and offering help, both in platonic and romantic relationships. But when she really loves someone, she expresses her love through letters, small gifts that she made herself or that remind her of the person she loves.

What’s their morning schedule?

Angeline wakes up early, get ready for the morning lessons and to receive her tutors at home, before leaving her room she mentally prepares herself to deal with her mother's criticism and pressure, while trying to focus on something positive.

Who do they go to for comfort?

The person Angeline trusts the most is Serge, and even though he is far from her, she knows she can count on him for whatever it takes. When she is feeling down, he writes letters to her cousin, his words always comfort her.

What is their biggest regret?

Somehow, Angeline thinks it's her fault that her mother sent Serge to a boarding school, as she burned her face trying to save him. She doesn't regret saving her cousin, she regrets not being careful and being away from him.

What is their best childhood memory?

The best memories of Liliath's childhood were the moments he spent with his mother before going to Lacombrade, they played together, had fun, his mother taught him about art, literature and fashion. Liliath's mother was responsible for his liking roses, as the two would walk together in the gardens during summer afternoons.

How they express love? (Platonically and romantically)

Liliath can come across as acid but that's just the way he is, when he really cares about someone, he will make it clear. He shows affection with jokes and teasing, but without hurting someone's feelings, giving advice and helping with problems. In a romantic context, he will be much more vulnerable and sincere, letting the other person see his weaknesses.

What’s their morning schedule?

Liliath likes to get up early to take his time to get ready, the most time-consuming part of the morning is getting his hair done, as he never thinks it's good enough (and getting those curls must be hard). Then he goes down to have breakfast and chat with his friends, already dropping some provocation or acidic comment to start the day off right.

Who do they go to for comfort?

Liliath is very sociable, but he doesn't vent to anyone, there are few people he trusts enough to talk about his problems. His closest friend is Necroix, and Liliath knows he will listen when he needs to.

What is their biggest regret?

Liliath's biggest regrets were the bad things he did, like judging Gilbert or ambushing Serge to the point where he got hurt. Initially he was a toxic, mean and immature boy, but he learned from his mistakes and tries to be a better and kinder person.

What is their best childhood memory?

Kurt's best childhood memory was when his father taught him to play soccer, and before he left for Lacombrade he could play all day. And he still remembers the good times with his dad before a game, and how this sport impacted his life.

How they express love? (Platonically and romantically)

Kurt is a very expressive person, he's always around his friends, smiling, cracking jokes and making everyone laugh, it's pretty easy to tell when he likes someone. He tends to cheer his friends up when they're sad, even though he's not very good at giving advice.

When it comes to a romantic relationship, he works even harder to make the person he loves smile, the jokes are more frequent, and he likes to show off his athletic skills.

What’s their morning schedule?

Kurt doesn't like to wake up early, but he hates being late even more. He gets up, puts on his uniform, checks if his homework is done (and if he forgot to do it, he leaves his room early to ask for Carl or Serge’s help). What most motivates him to get out of bed is when he has a game scheduled for after school or if that morning, he has physical education class.

Who do they go to for comfort?

Kurt doesn't usually vent a lot, he prefers to deal with his problems alone, but when he's feeling really bad, he usually talks to Nekka. The two are very close, and can talk about things they wouldn't normally talk about with each other, without any judgement.

What is their biggest regret?

His biggest regret was treating Gilbert the way he did before they became friends, when the other boys bullied him, Kurt joined in. He wasn't as cruel as the others, but he is very ashamed of himself and hopes that Gilbert can forgive him someday.

What is their best childhood memory?

Camille did not have an easy childhood, having to work from a very young age and living in a place with terrible conditions. Her best memory is when she could play with her dolls at home, when she was a little kid, until she grew up a little and had to work with her mother.

How they express love? (Platonically and romantically)

She has a little trouble expressing love in a normal way, given that her mother is not very affectionate with her, and unfortunately Camille ended up being exposed to inappropriate things at a very young age. This makes her sometimes unable to differentiate romantic love from friendship, and ends up sexualizing herself and putting herself in dangerous situations for her.

What’s their morning schedule?

Camille wakes up early like most workers of her time, getting ready for another day of work while trying to keep the house in order and help her mother. Mornings are tiring for her, but it's something she's used to.

Who do they go to for comfort?

Camille's mother isn't the kindest of people, so asking her for comfort is out of the question. Camille probably has a friend her age who lives in that region, and as the reality of people who lived in tenements at that time was harsh, they could identify and support each other.

What is their biggest regret?

Camille's biggest regret was sleeping with Gilbert, as that was how she ended up getting pregnant. She was very young and did not have the financial and psychological conditions to take care of that child, and we cannot forget the prejudice that single mothers faced at that time.

I hope you enjoyed the headcanons, thank you for supporting the blog.

- Xoxo, 

KimKymury

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Part 48

This bunny has been trapped in this exact spot since Tiana and Teo were toddlers. Looks like Pascal decided to keep it company.

Apparently that got Pascal sick, so Tiana made a late-night run to the vet for him. Where there were vets who could've easily been Snow White and Christopher's kids.

The benevolent god and Tiana were pretty sure Pascal was actually fine.

Could a sick cat do this??

Oh hey, look who else was here!

But unlike Teo, Tiana had no interest in socialising. She was more focused on working hard.

While Pascal got checked out, Tiana waited close by, doing her homework.

I'd say poor guy, but he seems fine.

Pascal adjusted well to the cone life.

Yes Tiana should invite over a classmate!! Girl needs friends!!

...yep. Just. Stand there. Staring at each other.

Maybe some activities would help them bond!

It was a helluva long walk, but hopefully would be worth it...

Hehe, Tiana swims like a frog.

Charlie turned out to be the better swimmer, and left Tiana far behind. That left her open to this new... interesting swimmer, Hanabi.

Well would you look at that! Being in the water really did help Tiana make friends!

Although she didn't get to hang out very long; just having to go to the bathroom made the walk back too long to risk. But she was sure they'd all meet again.

Tiana... please.... don't make your father's mistakes.

You guys could be like Teo! hang out with the cool, non-life-threatening plants!

Bonus

.... Yeah I don't know how to feel about that either.

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Hi!! I've already asked for a Pedro pascal and stranger things matchup before and I was wondering if I could request one again? I'm going through a harry potter brainrot and I was wondering if I could please get a romantic and platonic ship for both eras? Feel free to ignore this though!

I'm a straight female and my pronouns are she/her

I'm fairly introverted and it takes me a while to warm up to people. I love reading, my room is filled with stacks of books. I especially enjoy true crime, poetry and Russian literature! I adore adventures, witty and playful banter, joking around and having indepth discussions on anything and everything. I love helping out and people come to me to vent or for advice and comfort. I'd consider myself really smart and I'm very ambitious; I love being the best at everything I do. I daydream a lot and I'm a hopeless romantic! I enjoy all forms of art and I have quite a few creative hobbies! I'm 5'9 and I have long and curly dark brown hair and brown eyes. I dress mostly in relaxed suits, blazers and coats and I love the occasional dress or sweaters layered over a white button down! My love languages are acts of service (giving) quality time and physical touch (recieveing)

Thank you very much!! I adore your writing sm <3

Hi! Welcome back! Thank you for requesting another matchup! I hope you enjoy this one! Also thank you! <3333

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Harry Potter -

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Marauders Era;

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Remus Lupin:

🐾 You met Remus in the library of Hogwarts when you were studying for your Potions quiz coming up, and low and behold, Remus saunters in, finding the book he needed in an instant before realizing there were no other open tables... Guess where he decided to sit? With you; With hushed voices, Remus asked to sit at your table and you said yes, and that was the day you and Remus became friends

🐾 It took you a little bit to warm up to him, but you could see that he was similar to you in the fact that he was a bit introverted as well, and he loved books, a win for you; now you had someone to rant to about the newest book you've read

🐾 Remus is actually very glad that you are his friend, you were more sane than Peter, James, and Sirius, so he finally had someone to talk to that wasn't going to promptly ignore him; though he loved his friends and just knew that going to James and Sirius about homework wasn't the best idea

🐾 Aside from reading and studying, you and Remus would go on little adventures around the castle or Hogsmeade, just talking about anything and everything; it was nice to have someone understand you, and also like your style, it was easy for Remus to find you gifts for your birthday since he wore blazers and sweaters practically all the time

🐾 You two are the best of friends, always there for one another, for school or for furry problems; even with the occasional joking around and having fun, Remus was glad to have you as his friend, you you felt totally the same

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Marauders Era;

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Sirius Black:

🐺 You met Sirius through your friend, Remus, it was obvious of course, you were friends with one Marauder, it was only time before you met and became friends with the other three; and a bit... more friendly with a certain Padfoot, not your fault really, he was gorgeous and how could you saw no to that face

🐺 Yep, three weeks after getting to know you a bit and helping you out of your shell, Sirius asked you out, but you knew about his rep with the ladies, so you, (sadly), turned him down; but Sirius was a man of his word and he promised to himself that he'd show you that he was... We... Serious, he really liked you and really wanted to get to know you more

🐺 James liked to tease him about you, "Sirius is whipped", he say, "Mate's been staring at her all day!" Only after James, Peter, and Remus came to you and begged that you put Sirius out of his misery did you agree to go on that date; and you were so glad you did, Sirius was whipped, and your hopeless romantic self was loving it

🐺 Sirius was being all sweet, holding the doors open for you, listening to you, and even asking questions; even during your relationship with the man, he kept being adorable, and sweet, and perfect to the point you thought you were going to explode with awe and admiration

🐺 You didn't know that you were in it bad until Sirius wrote an entire poem for you, even with a slight bit of help from Remus, the poem was beautiful and you knew that you were going to marry the man; Sirius was on the same page, he'd do anything and everything for you, no more casanova Sirius, Sirius was serious about you

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Lightning Era;

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Neville Longbottom:

🍀 You met Neville when he was a first year and you were a fifth year, you actually helped him find his toad, Trevor; Neville was ridiculously shy and you were pretty shy too, so talking and making conversation went at a snail's pace, but by the end you found out that Neville loved plants and he found out that you loved reading and poetry

🍀 Since the year gap, you didn't see Neville that often, but during the times you did see each other, you both had a great time; if you shared the same house, you'd both read by the fire together or talk about your favorite hobbies and interests

🍀 As the years went on, you helped Neville overcome some of his shyness, help him gain come courage, and help him if Draco Malfoy said anything terrible to him; Neville on his end, helped you overcome your own shyness, helped you with your courage if you were feeling a bit out of it, always paying you back for mentoring him though his years at the school

🍀 Neville is the sweetest and is always there if you need him, if you need him, he'd drop anything just to make sure you were alright, (he won't drop plants, if he's holding them, he'd gently set them down before going off to find you)

🍀 You helped Neville, the same with him, you would always be there if he needed you; you even helped Neville ask Ginny out to the Yule Ball, and Neville was always grateful, you were a great mentor and friend, and for a graduation gift, Neville got you a nice plant

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Lightning Era;

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Charlie Weasley: (Fancast: Sam Heughan)

🐲 You actually met Charlie after Hogwarts, though you both knew about each other's existence in school, and let me just say, you had a schoolgirl crush on him in your fourth year; Charlie didn't really mind you, he had never met you and only heard about you from Ron and his friends

🐲 Though, after you graduated, you were selected to go to Romania to work at one of the Dragon Sanctuaries, it turns out that reading up on dragons and getting all O's on your Care of Magical Creatures was a fast-pass to working with those fire-breathers; and that was when you got to meet the infamous Charlie Weasley

🐲 You actually thought your crush on him was gone, but nope! Yes, there was a bit of an age gap, only a couple of years, but that didn't stop you from daydreaming about him asking out out; and that dream would later come true, even though Charlie was a real dragons man and said he'd never date or marry anyone, he was lying... He'd date and marry you

🐲 It took a bit of time for Charlie to warm up to you, (and vise versa), he was used to more... Scaly friends with cold blood, you were the opposite of that, a human being with thoughts, feelings, used words, (and had warm blood); Charlie was worried that if he tried to start anything with you, he'd mess it all up and you'd hate him; the exact opposite ended up happening

🐲 One day, after taking care of some dragons, you and Charlie decided to hang out, talking about true crime, books, and well... Dragons as you took a walk through the nearby woods; It was that day, a whole year into working together, that Charlie asked you out on a date, and of course, you said yes

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When you get this, list 3 facts about your favorite sim and send it to the last 3 people in your notifications! Let's get to know each other's sims!💞

I have way too many favorites, but for this question I'll list off 3 facts for Vidcund Curious(I have a complicated relationship with this man. I love and hate his pathetic ass). You think it'd be Nervous, since I draw him the most, but it's been a hot minute since I've talked about him.

1. The reason why he has a beard is because he thought that's one of the things Circe likes about Loki. Even tried to grow his facial hair and style it like Loki, maybe it'll look better on him, but he's unable to grow it long enough. Still he thought it was good enough to get Circe's attention, but she didn't give two shits about it. Loki laughed at Vidcund's attempt to whoo his wife away from him

2. Though I see Vidcund as a total mama's boy(I personally think both Pascal and Vidcund inherited Kitty's sassiness), Vidcund also looked up to his dad Glarn. Even stole his suit to wear for school sometimes. Thought it made him look mature. When his father died, he wore the suit as his main outfit, in memory of his father. Sure it was out of style, and he lives in the damn desert, but he wears that suit with pride

3. Vidcund is good with kids. In my save, he has a great relationship with Johnny, Jill, his daughter, and all his other nieces and his nephew. Vid's specialty is teaching, he'll always try to help as best as he can(In both 2 and 4, he always helps with homework automatically). He'd probably enjoy being a science teacher after being promoted. Maybe not super fun considering he's teaching teenagers, but he loves sharing his knowledge of science with his students

Also here's a quick doodle of the cund himself before I disappear and go to work for several hours