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starcrossedyanderes · 4 years

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Xavier w/ Big Sick Darling

You knew it was going to be a bad day the moment you woke up and felt that acid coming out your mouth.

You knew it the moment you started to hunch over the toilet and started retching.

Oh and as if Captain Obvious was screaming in your ear you knew it was most certainly an awful day when you felt that awful taste on your teeth and felt your mom help pull back your hair.

For today was a bad day because it seemed you were indeed the big sick.

With a thermometer stuck in your ear you limply laid under your warm covers in an attempt to get comfortable.

With a beep and a sigh the thermometer was pulled out to reveal in black numbers that spelled your fate.

“Degree of 100. Looks like somebody won’t be going to school.”

Reaching over your body your mom’s hands wrapped around a white bottle and started to fight against the lid before it popped off and 2 tablets laid in her hands.

“Okay, there’s some flavored water in that big tervis cup, you got advil right next to you, bowl by your bed, cozy blankets, the only thing we’re missing is some good food. How about we get you some doordash from that breakfast place you like so much?”

Your eyes pitifully looked into your mother’s as you barely whispered out a “please.”

Her pink lips pressed against your forehead before she pulled away.

“I’m so sorry honey, but you’re a big girl now and your father and I have to go to work. But feel free to get DoorDash and call us if you need anything. Hope you feel better sweetie.”

As soon as your mom left your room and you could hear the door shut and a car start up did you turn around on your side to stare at your wall whilst your arm wrapped like a boa constrictor around your beloved plushie.

You were quite tired from such a rude awakening and loosing all the contents of your stomach but still you choose to stay awake so you would be ready for when your food gets here.

But it seemed your plan had failed as your eyes slowly became heavier, breathing got slower, and the brain became slugger. Right as your eyes were about to close and succumb to a land of dreams it was rudely stopped in its tracks by a loud BRRRRINNNG!

Your body shot up from its lying position as a slight cursed was whispered under your breath. Can’t a girl sleep for once!?

A hand harshly gripped your phone and with a quick tug it was put right against your ear.

“Hello?”

Wow, was your voice that pathetic when sick? “Dahling, I’m headed your vay. I’m afraid ve may be a bit late though because i vas.. um, occupied vith something.”

Your eyes slowly blinked like a lizard.

Oh yeah, you completely forgot about this guy.

“Er, your highness I won’t be coming to school?”

You had to hold your ear after hearing quite the earsplitting noise.

“YOU VHAT!? Vhy in the vorld vould you do zo?”

“Oh, I’m uh.. sick your majesty.”

And just like a switch turning in his head his voice and composure changed in an instance to hushed whispers and soft coos.

“Oh, my poor dahling. You should have yust said zo.”

And once again he did a complete 160 as your heard him yell,

“Drivah! Gun it! BYSTRO!”

Oh and you were already getting a migraine from his mood swings just listening to him.

“I’ll be there az soon az I can sveetie. And don’t even think about going outzide. Tata!”

And just like that he hung up.

Now that was the sure sign of today being a bad day.

・・・・☆・・・・☆ ・・・・

The long, sleek vehicle pulled up into the suburban neighborhood that was practically dead quiet as all the parents were now at work and children were at school.

A tinted black window rolled down just the slightest as the car was slowly coming to a stop so only his harsh emerald green eyes could be seen. Only the smallest of glances was gifted to his guards as only the mere words of “go get them for me.” were spoken.

A door swung open and 5 buff men stepped out dressed in black suits and each of them had the stereotypical little white earcoms. Each of them looked like the could take out 10 men and a bear just by themselves.

“Yes your majesty.”

Only 2 of the burly men walked up to your door and quite ironically gently knocked on your door thrice. Despite the lack of response once reaching into a pocket and pulling out a little box that held a far too ornamental of a key.

With just a swift turn there were allowed access and didn’t waste a moment to quickly walk up stairs and swoop you, who was just happening to be brushing her teeth again from another throwing up session, up into their arms and proceeded to carry a confused (y/n) down the stairs in a variant of an arm throne.

“Uh.. could you put me down?”

You received no response and knowing these bodyguards you knew that you would not be able to get down yourself.

“He does realize he could just knock.. right?”

Once again no response.

You cursed Xavier for having such robotic like protectors.

The front door was now in view and was swung open by another guard outside.

The men carrying you carefully stepped inside and once passing the remanding 3 guards bowed down to you before rushing to get into their places. One of them while bowing opened the limousine door where you could already see Xavier’s golden locks practically taunting you as the 2 guards carefully lowered onto one of the seats in the limousine.

Once safely on the leather and door being shut you let out a string of grumbles questioning how necessary that whole procedure was. But you didn’t have long to do that before Xavier’s body practically rammed into you in a hug.

“Dahling!”

His head nuzzled into your neck as you could see the content look on his face.

“Um. Your highness that may not be the best idea since I am, you know, sick..”

His once closed eyes opened up with a glint shining in them as his arms tightened around you more.

“Do not care. My princess iz zick and I will take care of her.”

The glint immediately dissapeared in his eyes as he let out a gasp.

“Oh my! Vhat if I get zick?”

At that sentence your body relaxed in his hold, finally he was starting to understand something and would just leave you alone at home.

“Then I could have my printsessa take care of me, like I am vith her.”

And you think his grip got tighter and his head started to rub against hers more aggresively.

“Oh, how I vould love that. My own printsessa doting over me vhilst I am frail. Oh now that truly zounds zomething like a dream.

Vait, vhat am I doing? If I am planning on taking care ov you I need to know your zymptoms. So vhat iz wrong vith you?”

Your body slightly teetered as you nibbled on your lip.

“Well I have a fever of 100 and I’ve been throwi- why are you looking at me like that?”

Xavier’s emerald green eyes looked into yours with what could only be described as shock before he seemed to force a smile on his face and make his face appear more kind.

“Uh my sveet princess, my dahling dearest. You mozt certainly do not have a fever of 100. For your vlood vould boil and you vould be dead.”

A cough was heard from the other side of the limousine causing the prince to snap his head to that direction and practically hiss out “vhat?”

His bodyguard spoke up by politely and quietly saying, “Your majesty, I believe th- er- your princess meant she had a fever of 38.”

Xavier’s mouth went from a scowl to an ‘o’ before he quickly pulled himself together and turned back to you.

“Yes, yes. A fever of vun hundred iz concerning. That zort of fever is uzually caused by an illness. Don’t vorry my dahling, I’ll be zure you get the best care.”

・・・・☆・・・・☆ ・・・・

As much as you hated to admit it you were getting shockingly good care in Xavier’s penthouse. He gave you excellent medicine and food along with having his own personal doctor coming to you to check you over.

It turns out you just had the basic stomach bug.

Yet despite this fact Xavier was still being his over-dramatic self.

You were surprised he wasn’t a king yet. A drama king that is.

But still you had to admit it was quite nice here. You managed to get a couple hours of sleep thanks to the oh so heavenly soft sheets that just engulfed you in their warmth. Also his pets were just so nice and cute!

Marciel, Xavier’s monkey, was nice enough to take care of your messy hair by cleaning it strand by strand until there was probably not even a speck of dirt.

Indigo was also nice enough to honk more quietly and even sat down next to your side and decided to nap with you.

And Ebony seemed to think Indigo had an excellent idea as well and fell asleep with her head your leg.

You’ll have to admit all of these awesome animals almost make putting up with Xavier bearable. Almost.

Remember if you make a wish on a shooting star your wish

sʜᴀʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴀʀs

#yandere prince #yandere oc #yandere male #yandere #yandere king #xavier devorsky #Xavier #colvakia #big sick #illness #fluff #uwu #peacock #monkey #panther #limo #kidnapping

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unfortunately-lovestruck · 5 years

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Diego/Antonio Teaching MC Spanish Headcanons

Since you guys seemed to like the Arabic post with Razi (link here), I thought it was about time I do this one as well. Enjoy!

Diego

MC constantly fucks with him and purposely messes up just to amuse herself

Don’t even mention how many times she’s sung Despacito

it’s atrocious, really

“Diego, estoy caliente”

“Tengo calor, for the fifth time, it’s tengo calor!”

Diego knows she’s just screwing with him, but so help him God if he has to hear her say “Estoy embarazada” one more time—

to be completely honest, he’s not even sure if she knows she’s saying that one wrong too

ser and estar are.... challenges, to say the least

along with that, he’s naturally just teaching her Castillian Spanish when she’s more used to Latin American

now usually, that’s not a problem

until...

“MC, voy a coger un taxi”

“I’m sorry you’re going to what a taxi—?“

It’s the little things

You’d think Diego would be more aware of these dialect differences (seeing as he was part of the cause of them) but he somehow just doesn’t

So now he has to explain that, no MC, he is not going to fuck a taxi, and that no, he doesn’t know why that specific verb changed so drastically over 500 years

MC’s pronunciation is decent, and he hangs onto that one comfort at the very least

even if she has a hard time grasping the importance of accents

“MC, años has to have the ñ, there’s no option to exclude it”

“I know it’s there, just take my word for it”

“Just make sure to write it down, please”

“It doesn’t seem that important though”

oh how wrong she was in that statement

for the rest of the night, Diego had to explain to her that instead of writing “I’m 23 years old” she wrote “I have 23 anuses”

it was an eventful night

it still amazes him how, despite her cute (but constant) mistakes, she manages to nail curse words every, single, time

this especially flourishes during moments of road rage

MC (whilst honking aggresively in the car): CHINGA TU MADRE PINCHE PENDEJO

Diego (with whiplash): ¿QUE?

however, regardless of the many fuck-ups (and overwhelming awkward explanations), the two have fun and actually make progress

sometimes, MC can have a whole, stable conversation with him completely in Spanish

the others in Havenfall’s Finest watch with amazement as the two start having conversations half in Spanish and half in English without even realizing it, only after a few months of learning

and of course, the more amorous conversations are especially prominent as well

they settle on the term “mi amor”, and ignore JD gagging exaggeratedly in disgust whenever they do

it’s simple, but no matter how basic the term is, it will never lose the effect MC always experiences when she hears them from him

Antonio

his teaching style is much more casual

he’s also much more aware of dialect differences, and manages to explain them to MC pretty efficiently

because of this the “coger” crisis was averted rather quickly

he knows when she’s messing with him just like Diego

only, his approach to combat it is a little bit different

MC: Estoy embarazada

Antonio: ¿Verdad? ¿Cuando es tu fecha de vencimiento?

MC: What now

Antonio: Pues, la fecha de vencimiento. ¿Es un niño o niña?

yeah she didn’t try to mess with him again after that

he actually kept the joke up even after that and only stopped when she finally said “No estoy embarazada”

although, when she purposely made the intentional mistake of saying, “Estoy caliente” things got much more.... well, heated

what’s spicier, a hot cheeto or Antonio’s dick because the world may never know

back to his teaching style

like with everything, he’s cunning about it

he only says sentences in Spanish or makes her try and figure out a sentence if he’s confident she’ll get it

and most of the time, his guesses are correct, and she ends up feeling proud of herself and is much more willing to try speaking on her own

plus he also likes feeling her absolutely beam down the emotional connection when she gets something right but he’s a bad bitch so he won’t admit it

it’s his form of encouragement in a way

and even though the bond certainly helps, he’s almost scarily effective at knowing exactly how to teach MC

she ends up carrying whole conversations in just a month or two

he more or less cracked the code kind of

he understands how she processes information, and thus makes it easier for her to actually retain all of it

Example

“Ok, but why does the word for pregnant sound like the word for embarassed, it’s just a little too uncanny”

“Well think of this. What’s an embargo?”

“It’s when ships can’t leave a station or something, right?”

“I don’t know you, tell me”

“You’re the ex-conquistador here”

“Touché. But what does that mean the ships are? What’s the verb of embargo, and embargar?”

“Theyre.... embarred”

“Exactly.”

“Oh my God. Pregnancy is just a fetus embargo.”

“Bingo.”

......

He never said she had a normal way of understanding things

But does any of this mean he’s the better teacher between him and Diego?

Well

Not necessarily

If anything, MC’s vocabulary for swears only increases under his guidance

Sometimes she’ll learn just from listening to him curse

Other times he will intentionally teach her some nasty-ass phrase

“Que te folle un pez” was his personal favorite

And of course, one of the first ones she learned was “Me cago en la leche” after Antonio said it towards a very confused Victor

He actually cackled and applauded her one time when MC pointed to Victor and said “Gilipolla” completely unprovoked

Victor, however, was still very, very confused

And of course, with how extra Antonio is, he uses more pet names than MC can keep track of

she stopped counting when he somehow hit double digits

she didn’t even think there WERE that many pet names in one language to be honest

“cariño”, “cielo”, “mi corazón”, “mi vida”, “amada”, etc. etc. etc.

seriously, it’s borderline ridiculous

And that’s all I have for this! I hope you found it enjoyable and maybe even learned something from it! 💕

#havenfall is for lovers #lovestruck #hifl #diego escalona #antonio vasquez #hifl diego #hifl antonio

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saucesaft · 4 years

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Tyler

Just watched tyler's camp flog gnaw live concert and this came out of my hands;

Igor's theme:

Running from past songs, albums, setting the principal mood for the album.

Experimenting with new vocals.

Agresive mixture

Femenine voice

Delightful piano chords

Exact word repetition

sounds effects

I think:

Maybe taking decisions back

Imiting critics

Curiosity killed the felline

Love as inspiration, explaining it

How can i tell you?

Nice moves

Nice finale

A boy's a gun:

Competence?

When the time's right

dont say no to me // dont shoot me down

love's own defects

mixed feelings

New magic wand:

Like magic

Sometimes you gotta close a door to open a window

I need to get her outta the picture

please dont leave me now

like magic, we can finally be together?

i pick you both, its not a joke

decision?

what are you doing?

clear decision, clear ideas

i want to be your number one

escape

Puppet:

Is this really working

Do i really want this?

i need your company

what is your wish?

is this my freedom or yours?

im your puppet

i dont know me

am in in love with u?

Earfquakeeeeeee:

Interlude represents a break, the necessity.

I need (miss) you, you make my earth quake.

its my fault

cardisynths

taxi honk

for real, (my love), this time

shes going... (but he doesnt want)

its my fault

failed attempt (it all comes crashing down)

is there any truth really?

Nice

Discography gravitating...

911:

call me call me call me

how ya doing

chirp chirp

trying to hook up

im the loneliest man alive

IFHY:

breakup

stop brushing my thoughts

i love you

i fucking hate you

we're good at being perfect

we're good at being trouble

the one that makes me the happiest, makes me the saddest

love makes you suffer?

im passive aggresive

imm in love

insert youtube ad

TAMAMAMAMMAMAMAMMALEE

organized chaos life protest

salty in here i accidentally moved the progress bar and spoiled the concert

chill

dynamic rollercoaster

aaaaaaah

Yonkers oh yes:

wolf // oeuf

triceratops

no im not a paradox

just rebeldy, damn

a little less sketchy and scary

background synth is powerful

really have never heard this song

sorry tyler :(

future falls into place? who dat boi

who him is¿

cheeeeeeeeery bomb

traditional deligtful song

do that thing

wait another ad

bored(om):

find some time

something

boredom has a new best friend

fast drums

bored of doing a lot? addddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd

to the top

running outa time:

to make you love me

ice cream

s e c r e t s

maye you love me

dont say dont say dont say

living and pretend

take your mask off

you need to chil (she noticed the spell?)

some guy and everybody shouting ok ok ok ok ok ok ok ok ok

see you again

20/20 vision

can i get a kiss?

make it last forever

time is just a social construct

ok ok ok ok ok ok ok ok ok ok ok ok ok ok ok ad

im about to go to war

are we still friends:

are we still friends

i gotta know

shake her hand

say hi

sad down piano (synth?)

damm, best hour and 4 of my life

6:50 - 7:52

#tyler #review?#mus

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hotdrinkliam-blog · 7 years

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Shot At The Night - Liam X Zedd

@solistliam so there is this song by the killers with the same title, the video of which just gives me so many butterflies, that i decided to rip the scenario and do something with it. so this dumb thing came out of it.

Liam sighed, looking in the mirror. Sure, he had gotten a new haircut, but even that couldn't light up his days anymore. It was always the same thing - long days of sleeping and long nights of work. Over and over, the same thing. And for God's sake, he lived in Las Vegas of all places. He worked at a damn casino! But his life was unremarkable. Years passed, he only got older, and with every day it looked more and more like he would forever be a manservant at the casino and the hotel next to it, cleaning hotel rooms and picking up condoms from underneath the beds, or cleaning up after a guest, who's had one too much, threw up.

He rubbed his chin. There was a stubble growing out, not enough for a ful blown beard just yet, but it was getting there. Maybe he should grow it out again? To change it up a little? Again, a heavy sigh rolled out of his mouth, as he looked away from the mirror. It was pointless, wasn't it? His life would stay the same.

His husky dog, Loki, walked up to him and nudged his hand with it's nose. Liam gently patted the creature's head and smiled weakly at it.

"Time for your morning walk. And then to bed."

---

He got into his car and turned the engine on. The sun was setting far behind the horizon, painting the sky in shades of red and yellow. The city's neon lights began turning on, the atmosphere of wild nightlife was born from the sunset's ashes, but it all passed Liam by. He was just driving down the treets, past the palm trees, with only a pressing feeling of unworthiness.

"It must feel good, to brave the streets of Las Vegas at night, pockets full of money and bloodstream full of alcohol, with someone beautiful by your side," he thought, glancing at the neon signs. "Expensive suits, vintage wine, oh, the life."

With a sense of longing he looked at the store fronts, not noticing anything around him, until the car in the lane next to him abruptly stopped. He hit the brakes, his car made a sharp pitched noise, and his heart almost jumped out of his mouth.

A young man, dressed in a blue suit, stood in front of his car, eyes just as wide, hands up in surrender. He was quite good looking, cute, really. Their eyes met, and the man outside smiled. Liam felt compelled to smile back, and even laugh a little. Both of them were oblivious fools, weren't they? He looked down, smiling.

When he looked up, the man was gone. Liam frowned, but he didn't have much time to dwell on it, because cars behind him were honking aggresively. He sighed and continued his way to work.

---

"And today you have to clean the 17th floor, " Louis said, ticking off a box in his papers. "I await you to be done no later than 5 a.m.. Not many rooms are taken on that floor, so you have no excuses to not do your job."

"When have I ever failed you?" Liam asked, curious about Louis's tone. Louis looked at him, his eyes sharp.

"You haven't, but some of your collegues..." His boss snarled, before turning on his heel and walking away to rat out the next employee he would see. Liam sighed and started pushing his cart of cleaning supplies towards the elevator.

Sadly, he didn't get to enjoy being alone in the elevator for long, as a couple stumbled into it on the 2nd floor, immediately pressing against the corner of the elevator and starting to make out. The janitor stood there, emotionless, starring at the gap inbetween the doors of the elevator, trying to ignore what was happening besides him. But longing clenched it's cold hand around his heart and tugged at it, making him feel nauseous.

"Give me a shot at the night, please." He thought to himself, walking out of the elevator, onto the 17th floor. He began his usual rounds - knocking on doors, announcing 'Room service' and then proceeding to clean the rooms, while their inhabitants went downstairs in their posh outfits.

A hour passed, several rooms were cleaned, and Liam stood in one of the rooms, blankets half folded in his hands, as he looked out of the windows over the city. It glistened in many different colors, from the streetlight gold to the neon red of radio antennas and peaks of skyscrapers. The wish to experience a breathtaking night in these concrete jungles was overwhelming. If only he could....if only he could.

"And then I almost got run over by a car!" A male voice exclaimed in the hallway, and hearty laughter followed it. The steps were getting closer and two men and a woman walked into the room Liam was cleaning. He turned to greet them, but was left with his mouth hanging open. It was the same man from before.

For a moment, there was silence. They both looked at eachother, and their lips slowly curled up to form amused smiles.

"It's you!" The man in the blue suit exclaimed. His companions, a short, stout man with blonde hair and a woman with dark, curly hair and a tanned complexion, were perplexed.

"He's the guy that almost ran me over! And I told you, he was damn cute!"

Liam laughed and looked down, continuing to fold the blankets.

"Hey, how long do you still have to work?"The blond man asked, glancing at his friend, who still had a wide smile on his face.

"Until the very morning."

The smile from the blue suited man's face fell, and a frown replaced it. Once again, a sigh escaped Liam's lips.

"Hey, man. " The blond man said, walking over to Liam and placing a hand on his back. "How about we give you one of Anton's suits, and you go out for a night with us?"

"It'll be fun!" Anton exclaimed, running his fingers through his brown fringe.

Liam stood there, silent. First he looked at Anton - the man he had almost run over. He was built smaller than Liam, and a tad shorter, had a full blown beard and short, brown hair, pale blue eyes that lit up in excitement, a dazzling smile...

Then Liam looked out the window, at the crowded streets. This was what he wanted, wasn't it? Why was he hesitating?

"Do you really think his suits will fit me?" After a moment, Liam said.

"We'll figure it out. Alessia, can you fix him up, so he's ready for a night out?" The blond man said to the woman, who quickly walked over and took it upon herself to bring the best out of Liam.

Twenty minutes passed, and Liam walked out of the bathroom in a tight fitting neon blue suit. The blond man, who's name he still didn't know, handed him a pair of blue tinted sunglasses.

"Let's go!"

---

It was a wild night. First, they went to a karaoke bar. Anton pulled Liam up on the stage, and though he was bashful, soon he was belting out the lyrics to various songs, and, oh, how the public loved him, and how Anton looked at him - like he was the 8th Wonder of the world - it all send endorphins running through his system. The crowd bought Liam drinks and kept requesting more, and more, to the point where he considered to just drop his job and become a club singer.

---

Then, the group split up and Anton took him to a casino.

"I'll put a 1000 on...Liam, what do you think?" Anton said, standing by the roullete table.

"A 1000? Wouldn't that be a bit too much?"

"This is Vegas, baby!" Anton said, laughing. "C'mon, take your pick."

"Okay. 27."

"You heard the man!"

The roullete spinned and spinned and the beating of the ball filled Liam's ears...and slowly, it came to a stop.

"Oh no! I'm so sorry!" Liam gasped, covering his mouth, while Anton covered his head with his hands and made a dissapointed noise before hiding his face in shame.

After a moment, Anton peeked through his fingers at Liam and started laughing. Liam's chest unclenched and a wave of relief washed over him. Anton wasn't mad, thank God.

---

"There is no way in Vegas that we are going to miss out on a drunken wedding." Anton said, pulling up to one of those 24/7 wedding places, that Liam thought were a joke.

"Who's wedding though? There is nobody here."

"Why don't we get married?"

Liam just stared at Anton. They literally met less than twelve hurs ago. And he was suggesting getting married. Liam didn't know what to blame it on - too many shots? Infatuation? Some crazy dare he had with his friends?

A voice at the back of his head kept nagging him. "This is what you wanted, wasn't it?"

"Fine. Let's do it. But not without a proposal."

Anton laughed, got off their scooter and pulled the rings he had on his hands off, hiding them in his pocket, before dramatically kneeling down and pulling them out.

"Will you, Liam...uh," he looked lost for a moment. "What's your last name?"

"Payne."

"Yes, of course. Will you, Liam Payne, marry me?"

"Mhm, sure, after 10 shots, I deffinitely will."

Anton scrunched his face. "That is not how you answer to a proposal."

Liam shaked his head and suddenly gasped, clasping his hands together and covering his mouth, trying to do his best impression of a shocked bride.

---

They spent the whole night, riding around Vegas on a rented scooter, until the sun started showing on the horizon. Anton brought Liam back to the hotel, and they sneaked up to the rooftop to watch the sun.

They stood in the middle of the rooftop, shoulder to shoulder, their hands brushing against eachother, in complete silence. The night's events were running through Liam's head. It seemed like a dream.

Something tugged at his hand. It was Anton, lacing his fingertips with Liam's. They both looked down, smiling.

A moment of hesitation, and Liam leaned in to kiss the other man. His beard was rough on Liam's cheeks, but his lips were as soft as silk. Anton let go of Liam's hands and cupped his cheeks, the kiss got harder and more passionate...

A sinking feeling hit Liam's chest. He couldn't stay with him any longer.

"I..." he muttered, pulling back. Anton frowned slightly, but didn't say anything. He let him go and nodded.

Liam turned around and left. But he'd be lying if he didn't feel like the happiest man on the planet.

#liam payne #zedd #liam payne fanfic #leofics

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