#despite everyone pretty much knowing each other close friends are welcome!

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you know it ✴︎ cl16

genre: porn WITH plot (for once?! everyone cheered), humor, bit of fluff... oh inaccurate depictions of the 2022 season sorry

word count: 7k

Charles is a bit disappointed the pretty girl he harbors a crush on doesn’t have him listed as a Formula 1 crush. He is a lot disappointed that you two can’t fuck.

nsfw warnings under the cut!

18+ because... degradation, praise, charles is a bit switchy here lol, penetrative sex, a bit of ass play sorry...., oral (m receiving), semi public sex, yeah

title from this. i love u guys im so sleepy

Joris insists there’s some big present waiting for Charles in his car, to celebrate the middle of the season that has, and will no doubt continue to stretch into a period of conflict and strategy woes. He yanks off the beanie sitting on his head, listens to small talk drifting between Joris and Carlos as they all walk toward their cars to alleviate the bubble of nerves in the low of his stomach. 

Sure enough, there’s an unassuming box lying on the driver’s seat. Joris slides into the passenger seat after Carlos drives away with his girlfriend, his grin shit-eating and mischievous. The door is half open when Charles takes the box to inspect it. White, with the Ferrari logo printed neatly on the centre (very classy touch), the sides are signed by different members of his team. He scratches through the seal and pulls the flap open.

He’s been given a quasi-official Ferrari box of condoms.

Thirty-six condoms, at that, small squares neatly lined up next to each other. Talk about a welcoming present. Not a camera, not racing memorabilia, not a new pair of shoes. Just condoms. Thirty-six of them.

“A mid-season pick-me-up,” presses his friend, giddily. The shorter male lounges comfortably on the seat, a blissful look of pride on his face. Laughing with exasperation, Charles wedges the box shut and tosses it carelessly into the backseat, preparing to drive. This isn’t his first rodeo with weird gifts—he’s half-sure he got adoption papers from an especially excited fan once before.

“You are such an asshole.”

“It’s also a congratulations on winning literally every race so far present,” Joris adds. It’s hyperbole but has a ring of truth to it. As the season closes, Charles’ chances of holding up the trophy this year increase. 

Despite himself, Charles has a better outlook on his chances for the remainder of the season, driving-wise. He’s given it his all so far, and the rest looks promising enough. He only hopes he’s right. Netflix also increased the amount of people getting into the sport, so he’s dealing with tons more fans and nosey DMs, but it’s not too much of an impediment to a hopefully stellar season.

Charles makes a right. “Do you plan to use them?” Joris asks then, a teasing tone taking on his voice as he scrolls through his phone.

“No, not really,” Charles says, lying straight through his teeth.

“You’re a fucking liar, you are.” He whips his head toward Charles, observing his stoic side profile. “You’re single, haven’t gotten laid in months—”

“—weeks.” Corrects Charles with a cough, the defense coming at an embarrassing speed.

“…Case in point. And sports gets everyone horny. And if you didn’t know, Mattia actually OK-ed the condoms, so you’ve basically been greenlit by your boss to fuck half the world. Thank me later. I’m proud of myself.”

“Sports gets everyone competitive. Because it’s sports. Which, you’re conveniently forgetting, is my life profession.”

“Loosen up,” Joris whistles lowly. “You think Lewis got seven titles by being a closed-off celibate? It’s practically tradition to fuck around if you’re single in sports. And, for others, being in a relationship is barely an obstacle, anyway.”

Charles hates to admit that Joris is right—because he is. Racing isn’t racing without the extravagant parties that follow, and the girls and guys brought back to hotels for reasons known to everyone. People from everywhere come to the paddock and the clubs—models, influencers, actors. The pent-up energy has to go somewhere, he supposes.

But even if the little shit is right, Charles still maintains a level of dignity. Ergo, he’s steadfast in his belief that he will not be sleeping around or putting this godforsaken box of condoms to any semblance of use while the rest of the season progresses. He just hopes he won’t eat his words.

—

Monza kicks off with a 1-2 and secures Charles with a comfortable lead ahead Max.

He is high on adrenaline all night, toasting and chugging to the win, snapping pictures with Carlos, proud out of his mind. It’s everything he’s wanted and more, a quench to the thirst he’d developed over the season, a slap in the face to his doubters, a kiss on his. He texts his family, friends who aren’t present, some other people who he feels are deserving of a personal announcement, and pockets his phone.

“Now would be a great time to put that gift to use,” Carlos says at some point, when everyone in the garage is kicking back alcohol and slowly preparing to move the celebrations someplace else.

Charles cringes visibly, having almost forgotten about the dreaded gift, and totally forgotten Carlos’ knowledge of it. Even with the recent win, he’s already thinking of the next, the promise of a two-peat, another podium, hell, another 1-2. The condoms were honest to God the last thing on his mind.

They break apart an hour later, when Charles is heading to the hotel and Carlos is headed somewhere else. He’s almost to the exit when someone calls his attention in a curt English voice.He turns and finds Lewis jogging toward him, outside of his race suit and back in the fashionable apparel Charles merely wishes he could pull off.

“Lewis,” he waves, pacing toward him to save the extra few seconds of waiting. 

“Amazing, amazing race, man,” the elder compliments. “You’ve got the best chance at the title here.”

Warmth melts into Charles’ body and he offers praise back, which—praising Lewis is just about the easiest thing in the world. Nerves bleed out of him as the conversation continues, the atmosphere of a finished race a welcome accompaniment to their strategic talk. 

“Headed to a party, yeah?” Lewis asks when they’ve both exhausted the topic. Charles gives a half-hearted shrug, already energized enough from such a momentous win, and he nods in response. “Nah, I get it. Sometimes you just gotta sleep. But hey, if you’re ever free, we should go get dinner sometime.”

—

The “dinner sometime” happens in Singapore. Having gotten P1 beside Lewis and therefore once again high off the adrenaline, Charles claps Andrea on the back and retrieves his phone to view two texts. One reads Put the condoms to use yet, champ? from Joris, and the other Can I take you up on the dinner? from Lewis. One goes answered and the other goes muted on his iMessage.

A little something he failed to remember was Lewis’ plant-based diet, a fact that hurtles back toward him when he can’t find steak on the menu of this classy, hole-in-the-wall type of restaurant. Of course Lewis would know these types of places, he thinks. He’s a millennial semi-hipster with a separate Instagram account for his dog.

Charles ends up ordering pasta, and Lewis beside him orders a cacophony of very vegan, hippy sounding meals, the quantity of which could feed the two of them. “I hope you don’t mind,” Lewis says when the waiter departs, “but a friend is actually joining us tonight.”

“Sure,” Charles says honestly. As long as it’s not some deranged hyperfan, he does well in social situations. Right then, Lewis calls someone over. Charles looks up, squints through the dim mood lighting to try and make out the nearing figure. And then you’re sitting down across them, smiling softly, exchanging hellos with Lewis.

A little something Lewis fails to remember is his “friends” can just as well be called “celebrities,” because he is, after all, a sporting legend. So if Lewis says “friend,” Charles will assume it’s a “friend,” and not a world-famous model whose face is plastered everywhere on and offline.

“Charles Leclerc,” he says blankly.

You introduce yourself, sliding easily into a bout of questions, apologies for missing the race, you’re impossibly jetlagged, it’s crazy. Lewis chips in with something about how he’s already ordered food for the both of you, and this and that, and Charles is hopeless, staring at your face the entire time. He hopes he looks more sexy than aloof or, worse, starstruck, because it’s turning out to be the kind of situation where he looks like the deranged hyperfan, and not the other way around for once.

To be clear, Charles isn’t a fan of you. He just knows of you, because honestly, who doesn’t at this point? You’re talking on and on about how your latest shoot with Jacquemus was a pain because you shot in a tank top in sub-zero weather, but you express it like it’s the most profound topic on Earth.

Lewis turns to him and, in an (eventually successful) effort to include more of Charles in the conversation, goes, “She’s a big Formula One fan, Charles.”

Okay. Common ground. Charles lifts both brows smugly, his eyes flickering back over to you. “Really?”

You meet his eyes and smile, looking downward and blinking owlishly. You’re so pretty, long lashes fluttering as you blink and try to find an answer. Christ, you’re so painfully his type.

Lewis chimes in again—“Really. And not just because she and I are friends. I mean she was into racing before we got acquainted. Honestly. Quiz her and everything”—then excuses himself to “take a call.” (His phone wasn’t even ringing—total bullshit—but Charles is ultimately grateful for it.)

You make a face of shut up toward the departing Lewis, and Charles exhales a quiet laugh at your defiance. You clear your throat and come up with an answer.

“I’m not a big fan,” you say. “I’m more of a casual, ‘every once in a while’ type of fan.”

“That’s what every big fan of sports says,” Charles says smoothly. 

“Is it?” You ask, cocking your head to the side, making a tch noise. You chuckle before going, “Well, if you insist, I’ll be honest. I didn’t want it to come to this, but okay. I am a fan… of Red Bull.”

Charles fakes extreme offense, his jaw dropping as if totally scandalized. You laugh, throwing two hands up in faux surrender. “Not Red Bull,” he says, his tone making him sound even more devastated. “You’re telling me you—don’t tell me you think Max Verstappen is attractive.”

“I mean, a bit!”

Charles makes sarcastic sounds of disapproval, and you laugh. Charles leans forward, and you do, too, both of you smiling. “So you’re into the angry drivers?”

“I’m not into a specific kind of driver,” you say casually, your tongue peeking out to lick over your bottom lip. Your voice is as soft as it is firm, slow and demure, matching the way your eyes glint. You’re impossibly pretty. He almost can’t handle it.

“So who’s making the cut?” He prompts, interested.

“Well, for starters, drivers who are my age,” you say slowly. “I turned twenty-four this year, so anyone within that bracket.”

“Oh?” Charles pretends to delve into deep thought, teasing. “Maybe Stroll? He’s very funny, speaks good English. You can never really say no to a Canadian.”

Your face warms, and you hope your flustered state isn’t too obvious as you shake your head. “He seems fun, but I prefer somebody a bit… a bit older.”

“Older…” he hums. “Pierre, perhaps? Tad bit older, real charming, great driver. I can introduce you. We’re good friends, you know.”

You click your tongue, smiling shyly. You bite your lip and it takes everything in Charles to not turn on his horny gears when he sees you, big eyes and lip bite, look so pretty. “You tease me,” you say meekly. Charles covers a cough with a chuckle and adjusts his position on the seat.

Later, after Lewis comes back in (“Long call, eh? It was about Roscoe.” Bullshit again) and you all get to order drinks, and you’ve departed in your private car, pressing an air kiss to Lewis and waving goodbye to Charles, he turns to the Mercedes driver and hums.

“Next time you have one of these”—he points to the restaurant, gestures to the front door—“dinners, let me know, okay?”

“Ah.” Lewis winks, smirking. “I’ll be sure to.”

—

Understandably, your schedules never seem to mesh well together. Lewis ends up giving Charles your number as compensation.

He stares at the contact longer than he’d like to admit, when he’s marinating in the sweltering heat of Austin. He’s finished much of his work for this half of the day so he’s mostly watching the engineers work on the last bits of modification for Sunday; he cherishest the free time and drafts, reads, and rereads texts, scours Google and Instagram for pictures of, and anything related to, you.

There’s a few new articles about buying a new car (a Benz, much to Charles’ chagrin) and new photoshoots intermittently scattered across Europe, with all sorts of brands. He sees a picture you’ve posted of yourself smiling at the camera and thinks of how pretty it would look as his lockscreen. 

Am I seeing you soon? He texts finally. He hopes it’s enough to let you know who he is.

Hopefully is the reply. He smiles the whole day.

—

You’ve been texting and calling almost everyday, conversations stretching continents. He only sees you next in Mexico, Friday night, at a club Lewis has rented out for a crazy price that will no doubt be replenished in days anyway. He’s dropped to second here, but the thrill riding in him makes up for his disappointment. The place is so crowded—everyone and their mums seem to have been invited here—room blinking purple and blue, each step vibrating with the heavy bass of EDM. He catches you right as you exit the washroom area, and you look pleasantly surprised to see him.

He saw you earlier, when you were doing shots of tequila and chatting with with Bella and Lewis, but just as quickly as he spotted you, you’d dipped back into the sea of people. Now is better, he thinks. You two are alone.

“Charles, hi,” you say casually. You’re wearing a tight top and a short skirt that, despite Charles’ best efforts, always cast his gaze downward. He wonders what’s underneath, hungers to get his hands there. But he’s nothing if he’s not patient, willing to play the long game.

He takes a step forward, his gaze steady on you. Charles isn’t the tallest driver, but he’s got a big presence. You swallow, taking a step back to accommodate him. He smirks. “You look pretty.” 

“You flatter me,” you say thickly, smiling, inviting him closer. The air is hot around the both of you—when your eyes flit around, they see nobody. You’re alone together. His eyes pierce into yours so deep you feel like breaking eye contact, exhaling as you take another step back—evidently, you’re distracted, because you stumble.

His arm circles around your waist, and once you steady, the hand moves down to your hip. It stays, a reminder of what you might be getting soon. You smile curtly, wondering what this might look like to a bystander, a stranger. Somebody might want to piss and walk in to see the strongest world champion contender’s hand on Chanel’s poster girl’s waist.

“Is this okay?” He asks softly against your ear.

“More than.” You say, breath shaky. “It’s more than okay.”

He chuckles. “Good. I’d hate if we couldn’t fuck before Abu Dhabi.”

Your finger traces down and wraps around the belt loop of his jeans. “Who said anything about fucking?”

Charles exhales a laugh, his lips curling upward into an amused smile. “Ah? I can’t fuck you, then?”

“I’ll let you fuck me when you’re holding up the world champion trophy,” you say sweetly, tugging him closer. “That’s okay, right?” You stare up at him, blinking, pouty. He wonders, is this how you might look with your lips wrapped around his—

“That’s about a month away.” His composure barely wavers, his hand traveling lower, blunt nails digging into your ass. Your breath hitches. 

“I’m aware,” you say lowly. So be it, Charles thinks—he’s got thirty-six condoms for a reason.

“Define fuck,” he says, voice rough.

“Penetration.” You’re quick with it, cocking your head to the side. You lean back confidently, testin him, eyes batting flirtatiously. 

It’s time he get a little creative.

—

Daytime weather is hot and the paddock is swarming with people, but Charles has his sights set on somebody sitting in the Mercedes hospitality. He manages to get out of morning meetings earlier, wedging himself out of the room and passing by a mirror to fix his hair with admirable concentration. He’s in the middle of combing through it when a force tugs at the hem of his polo, causing him to stumble backwards.

“Uh—Carlos? What the hell?” He asks, brow raised defensively. Facing him are Carlos, Joris, and Pierre, arms crossed over their torsos and amused expressions on their faces.

“What are you doing?” Asks Pierre, cocking his head to the side.

“Fixing my hair.” 

“Pussy appointment?” Joris interjects; the vulgarity of his statement earns him a poke on the side from Carlos, who clicks his tongue.

“Wh—I don’t—”

“You are shit at lying, mate,” says Pierre, his lips curled into a devious smile. “Who is it?”

“It’s nobody,” he lies.

“Charles,” says Lewis suddenly from behind them, waving his arms to get the former’s attention, “are you going to go over and say hi?”

Hook, line, and sinker. He’s been caught. “Well, well, well,” Carlos starts, mischievous.

“Guys—” Charles says, attempting to make an excuse.

“Looks like your vow of celibacy isn’t so far off after all,” Pierre adds. “That one over at Mercedes is going to break it, eh?”

“Yeah.” Joris says, smirking.  “Lucky George, huh.”

The three face him, incredulous. “I was kidding,” he fibs, once he realizes his epiphany is wrong. “Kidding.”

Charles walks off, and ends up seeing you right where he expected you, sitting beside Lewis in a tiny dress with your hair pinned up into a bun. Almost naturally, your words fall into the flirtatious back-and-forth you’d started at the dinner, hyperaware of the cameras snapping your pictures. At some point, the Brit excuses himself to “take a call” (again, bullshit) and leaves the two of you alone.

“See anything nice on the paddock?”

“Nothing I haven’t seen before,” you say with a teasing smile, head cocking to the side to gauge his reaction. He chuckles.

“Did you get a picture with Max?”

“Only a ton.” You pause. “And Daniel, too.”

“Ah, you’re just crushing on the whole paddock, now are you?” He pokes his tongue into his cheek, leans forward.” Uh, Checo?”

“Pass,” you say with a nose scrunch. You’re so fucking pretty.

“Lewis.”

“God, pass. He’s not ugly, but he’s my brother at this point.”

“Pierre.”

“Horribly French, but… smash.”

“Are you not into the French?” He smiles. “Good to know. Hmm—Carlos.”

“I’d be stupid to say anything other than smash.” You narrow your eyes, licking over your lips. “I’m into the Ferrari guys, is the thing.” His gaze travels to your crossed legs, long and disappearing into the hem of your dress.

He smirks. “Are you?”

“I really am,” you hum.

“Are you staying long? All weekend?”

“Yeah, I’m free from work for now,” you say casually. “Any recommendations on what fun things I can do here?”

“I can think of…” he says, smirking a little. “A few.”

—

Stupid places to have sex, number one: a motorhome.

Still, Charles is crowding you up against the wall of the room, swallowing the whimper that leaves your mouth with his own. And still, this isn’t sex. At least not the kind he wants the most. He mentally praises Carlos for being able to decipher the typo-laden text he’d sent out on the way here, one hand around your waist, the other barely capable of typing with how fast his brain ran. Clesr the fuckng room npw now npw it read. Thank God.

Your mouth tastes like champagne, and everywhere else smells divine. Your hands roam impatiently over his shoulders and you make muted noises of frustration at your inability to pull his shirt off. You settle for letting your hands crawl underneath it, stroking over his abs.

“D’you remember what I told you,” you pant, his lips insistent on your neck, “at the club?”

“Yeah,” he says, grunting at the memory.

“Okay.” You breathe. “Let me suck you off.”

“Fuck,” he groans. “Jesus. Okay. Fuck.”

You giggle, and he watches intently as you drop onto your knees, looking up at him through thick lashes. You’re insistent, pulling the zip of his jeans down and tugging his cock out. It’s pretty, thick like the rest of him, already hard. 

He’s at his limit, having you here like this, on you knees and stretching your lips around the tip of his dick. Your eyes barely leave his, fluttering as they tear up when you take him in your throat.

He throws his head back, squeezes his eyes shut, lets a hand unpin your bun and thread itself into the untangled hair. If he looks at you, he’ll see your head bobbing up and down on his cock, and he genuinely needs to hold off the orgasm first.

He rocks forward into your mouth and feels your throat close up around him. That’s enough to weaken his resolve, send grunts out of his throat that he can’t keep quiet.

“Oh, shit,” he says, feeling every part of your mouth and throat around him, warm and tense. He can’t help but thrust harder, steady but not too rough, growing more aroused with every sound of you choking on him.

His gaze flickers toward you. You’re teary-eyed, lips dotted with spit, choking yourself on his cock. Just for him, here in public. You pull off, blinking tears away from your face and looking up at him smilingly.

He laughs, guiding his cock back into your mouth, watching the way your brows knit together, pleading, almost. You're at his mercy, he thinks, thrusting harder, listening to your coughs. He loves seeing you like this, innocent face messy and slick with spit and precum, eyes big and needy.

“You like that?” He grunts. “Look at me.”

You nod the best you can. Yes, you want to say. Give me more, I love it.

“Yeaaah, fuck. I know you do,” he says through his teeth, staving off his orgasm the best he can before he releases all over you. The image alone of streaking you with his cum, claiming you all over-eyelashes, tits, cheeks splashed with cum-is enough to send him closer to the edge. “Gonna cum,” he grunts.

You moan around him, the vibrations causing his eyelids to flutter. You shake your head, pulling off and wrapping your hand around his dick, stroking slower. “Not yet,” you say sweetly, watching him throw his head back in pleasure and frustration. He runs a hand through his sweaty hair, exhales shakily.

“Shit.” He whines. “Come on, baby. Make me cum.” He cups your jaw, stares down at you.

You stroke him faster, lip between your teeth. “Okay,” you say with a smile. “Cum for me, Charles.”

He stops staving himself off, falls into the pleasure and relief of your hand around his cock until he’s tense all over, knitting his hand into your hair and pushing you backwards so he can press his tip on the flat expanse of your tongue and let his cum shoot there. It drips from your tongue and lips onto your chin and you giggle, swallowing it, scooping up the rest to push into your mouth.

You stand, licking your lips slowly. “I owe you,” he pants, zipping himself up. Already he’s thinking about what he can do to you in return. Tease you, like you did him, bend you over his lap or sit you on it and make you whine and writhe and wait and cum. 

“I’ll hold you to that, champion,” you murmur, kissing his cheek and slipping back outside.

—

Ferrari’s advice is shit and despite his good mood and quick-witted driving, Charles finishes in fifth—not too shabby, but disastrous for his overall standings.

He suffers through a horrible debrief where attempts to defend his honor go unheard, his mood wilting and wilting until he’s at the media pen and ushered in front of some network he hasn’t heard of. They’ve probably paid to get a good seat here.

He’s in a shit mood, he hasn’t seen Joris or Pierre or you in hours, and has only faced red-faced frustrated superiors and now, wide-eyed journalists with loose mouths. The media’s done the mandatory speculation between the two of you, so he already expects questions of that variety, but it’s still hot and angry when he does.

Are you banging the Marc Jacobs model? The Irish reporter asks with a wink, so very unprofessional and not at all belonging to reputable media. The hot leggy one who has fuck me eyes?

Charles clenches his jaw, rolls his eyes, says fuck off mate and shoves him backward a little, then walks away and readjusts his cap. The clip makes Twitter and he feels even worse with the amount of troll accounts telling him to Jeez, take a joke.

After the ordeal, in your hotel room, you sigh softly and run your hands through his still shampoo-smelling hair. “You didn’t need to do that,” you say, a bit strictly. He knows you’re grateful, though, and a bit proud.

“I wanted to,” he insists softly. He forgets to leave before morning; when he does, he forgets his official Ferrari shirt hanging on the seat, leaving in a spare one instead. It’s got his number across the back. You don’t tell him.

—

In between Mexico and Sao Paulo, he manages to catch a flight to New York to peek into one of your photoshoots. It’s for Chanel and he’s half-sure he’s taken more pictures of you than the official photographer did. At this point your vague relationship status has caught onto headlines everywhere, and he doesn’t miss the curious murmurs from paparazzo that follow him as he enters your apartment later to greet you.

You’re in a pair of shorts and a tank top when you open the door, greeting him with a tight hug and leading him inside with a loose grip.

“Wine?”

“Please.” He eyes the wide area, the big floor-to-ceiling windows and the art on the walls. “Hungry?”

“Mmm.” You hum, sliding a glass toward him. “Starving.”

“Pizza?”

“Something else.” You smile. He tears his eyes away from your tits, poking out of the thin cotton, and coughs.

The both of you end up on the couch, your legs draped over his as you talk about racing.

He’s ranting about how he’s neck to neck with Max now, and the final verdict will likely be decided at Abu Dhabi, a fact that sends nerves all through him. You’re listening, you really are, but it’s difficult to keep listening because his hand, big and rough, is stroking your bare calf as he talks absentmindedly. 

You offer the occasional mmm-hmm and uh-huh and even the oh really to sell it, but he doesn’t seem to be conscious of how many sparks are coursing through you because of his hand on your leg. He just talks and talks, accent curving into curse words elicited by the competition.

And his voice, rough and deeper when he slides into Italian phrases, gets in your head, reminds you of the way he’d moaned when you had his dick in your mouth. You like that? he’d said, panting, heavy, hot. His hand remained in your hair, controlling you the same way you did him. Fuck.

When you blink, he’s stopped talking, and has likely noticed your wandering imagination if his teasing smile is anything to go by. You cough, clear your throat, adjust your thighs. You’re thinking—you can’t stop thinking—about what happened in Mexico, not just in the motorhome but in the club where he’d let his hand sprawl over your ass and stay there, possessive.

The tension rises. I owe you. He really does. You reach over and grab your phone from the coffee table, snap a few pictures of him. “—Hey!” He protests, scrabbling to grab it from you while balancing his half-full glass. “I look god awful.”

You stand up, review the picture. He looks so impossibly handsome. “You’re right, you do,” you say, pouting. 

He reaches over again, chuckling, and you avoid him. “Foul play!”

“Tch. At least show it to me,” he says defeatedly, so you do: presenting your screen to him.

Quickly, he makes a grab for it, but you just escape his grip, ending up right in front of him and leaning over. You’re losing your balance, digging your toes into your carpet to maintain stance. He spares a glance at your shorts, riding low on your hips, showing a bit of thin lace.

Charles tugs you forward by the hem of your top and then takes your wrist into his grip—the force of his grab makes your tits shake underneath your flimsy tank top. It’s dragged down so far your tits are spilling out. His eyes flicker down to them, dark, and a pretty smile spreads across his face.

“Come on, give it,” he challenges, eyes narrowing a little. You bite your lip, inwardly liking this a little too much—being at his mercy, trapped in his strong grip. You’re flustered and it shows.

He wrestles you onto his lap with ease, his arms steady around you. You stare downwards, dark eyes meeting his, hand on his broad shoulder for leverage. He’s so pretty, you think, so hot and handsome and you need him right now. Through his jeans you can feel how thick he is, his dick growing, getting hard and huge under you. It feels big even through a few layers—you can’t help but imagine how it might feel inside you.

Your phone clatters to the carpet behind the couch. “I win,” you say breathlessly.

He grabs your hips and jerks his upward, letting his stiff dick press up even more against your shorts.

“I think I’m the winner here,” he says gruffly, hands feeling you up all over. He thumbs at your chest, rubbing over your tits. You shiver—it feels good having him on you like this, your mind turning to mush.

“Shut up,” you laugh, shakily. A hand wanders in between your thighs, another coming to squeeze your barely-covered ass. You can’t focus on much, just his hands roaming everywhere and his hard dick pressing against your core. He shoves your hips downward again, his cock hard and perfectly against your pussy.

“You feel that?” He asks; it leaves him in one low breath.  

“Yeah,” you say, whimpering. “I want it.”

He grinds up against you again, his thumb teasing the hem of your shorts. Closer to where you want it. “Don’t think you could even take it, baby.”

“I hate you,” you say. “You know I can.”

He laughs. “We’ll see, yeah?” You find a rhythm of grinding down against his cock, nestled right against your ass. He’s everywhere and you can’t handle it anymore, finding yourself craving him more and more.

You moan against his neck—and then come to your senses. “No.”

He smirks when you pull away. “Tempted, were you?”

“Not…” You pause. You’re sweaty, flushed all over, and your panties are sticking to you from how wet you’ve grown. “Not very.”

—

Abu Dhabi is a son of a bitch.

It comes with meetings, meetings, debriefs, calls, meetings. Everything is riding on the night’s race, the flurry of social media a welcome source of anxiety for him as he watches the hours whiz by. You’d missed seeing him, understood he was busy; you send a selfie to compensate and it gets him calm enough to last the pre-race buzz.

Time speeds by with lunch, coaching, drills, talks with Carlos and Mattia and even Max, who displays support as strongly as competitiveness. Before he even realizes it, he blinks and he’s in his suit, adjusting his balaclava, inhaling, exhaling. Everything is just the way he likes—needs—it to be.

He drives himself to P2 behind Max, eyes shut.

All else seeps into him, natural method, natural routine. He flexes his thumbs. Through the team radio his engineer goes good luck, and Charles’ practice bleeds into his subconscious. The air is heavy, with tension and excitement, the division of blue and red. Everyone’s eager to see who claims the title. 

The lights go off and everything is left to skill, blurring into noise and turns and expletives yelled into the team radio. He can’t even feel himself think, turning with dexterity and overtaking with the kind of vengeance he hasn’t let out in a while. 

For all his trying, Max keeps up just the same, keeping a neck and neck level for the relative entirety of the race. They’re milking out the last few laps together, and Charles feels every fibre of his being work toward this, just this, nothing but this right now. Nothing but the finish line.

You got this, Charles, says the engineer, voice heightening. Maiden world championship.

He nods to himself, trusts his instincts and when he catches sight of the finish line, he thinks: he’s the best driver on the grid.

So he revs faster, and the rest descends into—

Absolute fucking chaos.

—

He’s smiling when he approaches the reporter, who’s already holding the mic with wonder. He asks for a message in Italian, then reminds him—and the crowd—that, in case he forgot, he’s world champion. Charles thinks he genuinely can’t ever.

“What are you doing to celebrate?” He asks then, smiling.

Sweaty, with damp hair and shiny skin, he smirks and leans closer. “Someone, I hope.”

—

“Hey there, champ.”

You’re already leaning against his hotel room door when he gets there, after the chore of wrestling himself free from the rest of the team pressuring him to get drinks. Carlos helps out, babbles something or other about Charles being “busy with something else”—which isn't wrong, not at all. He offers a smooth wink, bending down to kiss you.

Your mouths meet, softly first then increasingly messy as he pins you against the door. You push away, breathing heavy. “I don’t know what you’re into, but I don't want the top floor of this hotel seeing us fucking.”

“I wasn’t into that, but now that you brought it up…” You swat his arm and he laughs, unlocking the door and pulling you inside. You’re clinging onto him—his arms, his chest, anything, kissing up his neck and jaw. He groans at how needy you are. All for him, he thinks. Probably soaked through your panties and it’s all because of him.

“C’mon, pretty girl,” he says gently, voice low as he leads you to the bed. He catches sight of your shirt and a brow raises. “Did you buy that?”

“Hmm?” You look down, following his gaze and blinking. The shirt you’re wearing is loose, hanging off your shoulders and hastily tucked into your miniskirt so it looks like you actually have trousers on. “Oh. No, this is yours.”

“Mine.” He smiles a little. “You look so good in it, princess.” His hands mindlessly grope at you, hungry, sneaking underneath your skirt to feel at the lace there. 

In retaliation, you lean forward, unbutton his jeans and tug at it.

“You left it at one of my”—you gasp, feeling his finger sneak its way beneath your panties—“my hotel rooms.”

“Pretty girl, pretty shirt, pretty lace, yeah?” He tugs, lets the garter of the skirt loosen and fall off your hips on its own. “Red.”

“You take too long,” you groan.

“You’re just eager,” he laughs, thumbing at your clothed cunt.

You’re so wet, evident even in the lazy circles he rubs over your entrance. You’re aching, desperate, begging almost. So he gives you what you want, maneuvers you onto his lap and pushes your (his) shirt up to stuff your mouth with it.

It won’t work for long, but it’s enough. He pushes your panties to the side and pulls his hard dick out. You’re sitting against it now, leaking slick onto it, at his mercy, branding his name and his number across your back. It’s hot. 

He stares at the way you rock softly against him, hungry eyes meeting yours. “You’re so pretty, baby. Ruined.”

“Fuck me already,” you say, voice throaty, innocent.

“Can you take it?” He asks, teasing you, slapping his dick against your clit softly. You whine.

“Please,” you insist. “I want it. Make it fit.”

He’s a massive tease with it, his breath fanning against your skin, hands sticky on where they’ve hiked your shirt up. He lowers you, slower, against the tip of his dick and he watches your eyes flutter when you sink onto it. After ages of waiting. Your grip’s like iron on his shoulders, moans leaving you in quiet bursts of pleasure. 

You’re far away, dumb from the feeling, you barely register the way he shoves the shirt back into your mouth to keep you quiet. “So fucking tight, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you say. It’s muffled, barely intelligible. “For you.”

You’re only able to take it because you’re so wet, so turned on, face and brain filled with nothing but pleasure. He can’t take it.

“Mmmfh,” you say, muffled by the bite of cotton in your mouth. You’re sweaty, flushed, overstimulated—you don’t know where to focus. On his lips against your jaw, his hand on your neck, the way your pussy swallows his aching dick. “It’s so big, I—”

“You okay?” He asks, breathily. Smiling. He’s in control, but still he sounds whiny—almost, if not as desperate as you. “You’ll take it all for me, won’t you?” 

“Oh god,” is all you muster, letting him stretch you out even more, gushing all over his cock. “I, I—”

He moans, his grip tight against your waist, watching his dick bury itself in you. “You’re getting me so full,” you whine. “So deep, I feel it—” you taper off into a moan again when he presses hs thumb to your clit, distracting you from the stretch as he finally, finally bottoms out.

“Good?”

You nod. So good, give me more.

You grind against him, let the shirt fall out of your mouth. “You’re getting my dick so wet,” he comments, breathless. “So pretty for me, too.”

Growing antsy, he attempts to move, but you whine. Your turn to tease, you think, after he was a dick to you just now. “Not yet,” you say, lip caught between your teeth. His hands are tight around your waist. Desperate.

You squeeze around him, watch his brows knit together, a grunt leave him in a frustrated exhale. “You wanna fuck me?” You tease against his neck, blinking innocently.

“Yes,” he replies, not missing a beat. You pout, like you’re empathizing with the problem you’re causing; you grind slowly against him and he lets out a guttural fuuuuck. He’s so big, so hard—you can feel every inch of him inside you.

“Tell me again, Charles,” you say with a giggle. You’re so hot like this, face flushed and timid, hips moving slowly. He could cum just from the way you bite your lip, the way a whimper slips out of you when he hits the right spot.

“—Yeah,” he says, sweetly. “I want to—please, let me fuck you. C’mon, baby, can I?”

“Aww,” you tease. 

“Can I?” He asks again, voice deep and thin with the need to fuck you, thrust up into you and make you the dumb one. His face is flushed and desperate. “Can I move, baby? Let me, please.”

You’re not stupid. You know—if his flushed, pleading face and big green puppy eyes are anything to go by—that he’s going crazy, growing antsy. But you’re not complaining.

“Hmm,” you say, feigning genuine thought. “I don’t know, Charles. Feels good just like this. And you want to make me feel good, yeah?”

“Yeah,” he says.

“Yeah.” You repeat, staring into his dark eyes. He’s frustrated, desperate, flushed all over and sweaty. His fingers dig into your hips. “I’ll make you feel really good, baby, if you let me.”

“Go ahead,” you say softly, “fuck me, please.” And he’s thrusting upwards to meet you halfway. It’s knocking you out, almost, the pleasure of it, the dizzy onslaught of euphoria. He’s stretching you out so well, whining softly into your neck and yeah, you two have waited far too long to have this. You 

“Fuck,” he grunts, lids squeezed shut and head rolled onto your shoulder. “Go on, baby, ride it, make me cum.” He cups your jaw, reaches his thumb into your mouth. It’s too much, all of it. He makes you suck on it while thrusting up, dizzying you with his cock.

He grabs handfuls of your ass, teases his thumb at your tighter asshole just to watch your eyes flutter, feel your cunt grow wetter. “I’ll fuck you even fuller next time,” he says; the implication gets you hot.

You bounce harder, chasing release as his thumb teases over your ass, the tip of it just thrusting in enough to elicit strings of moans out of you. “Come on, ride me,” he goads. “So good for me.”

“Fuck,” you pant, “cum in me, please.”

You cum first, writhing around him and riding your orgasm out in lazy grinds over his hard cock. You want to see him cum, see his eyebrows knit and his mouth release pretty whines, feel him claim you inside, hands hot and heavy on your ass. He does, with a guttural fuuuuck, shoving his dick up in you to the base and spurting all his cum in you.

He thrusts, watches his cum leak out of you, fucks it back in, in a vicious cycle. You shiver, blinking coquettishly and watching along—and then you’re both crumpling over each other on the bed behind you. You pant heavily against his chest.

“Hey.” He muses out loud, drumming against your skin.

“Yeah?”

“I have thirty-six condoms we need to go through. Wanna go on a date?”

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[edenalieth]

LOVE CURSE

Pairing: god of love!minho x Y/N

Genre: strangers to lovers, fluff with angst

Being a god of love wasn’t always easy. When you got assigned to Minho to be bonded to your soulmate, he thought his mission would be done in a blink of an eye. Little did he know that his biggest ally would be his greatest enemy: love.

Words: 6K 

A.N: first fic of 2024, we cheered! sorry, it took me more time than i thought it would,,, that photoshoot inspired me for this story, as well as the song "rewrite the stars". my bad for the possible mistakes, hope you enjoy :) any interactions are sincerely appreciated 🫶. — 240304

Being a god of love wasn’t always easy. Mortals thought it was all about fate and butt naked babies shooting their arrows at them. However, it wasn’t as perfect as they could imagine it and deities didn’t look like cherubs. 

Minho had not a single memory about his past life. One day, he had opened his eyes after wandering into darkness for a really long time and had been welcomed by an angel. This angel happened to be his new brother, Felix, who introduced him to more brothers and sisters. Felix was always cheerful, he exhaled warmth and passion, a ray of sunshine in a solid form. He taught him everything he had to know for his new function as a love god. The good sides and the bad ones. Among the great ones was the chase, as they called it with his siblings. An interesting part where they used their magic to get close to their assigned human. Using ancestral methods, they tricked their customer into thinking that they knew each other since forever. This way, it was easier for them to establish a bond with their chosen one and Minho was always sincerely curious about their lives, hopes and dreams. Once the spark of love was strong enough, came the second step. The aim. It was truly thrilling for Minho to shoot an arrow. The way the wood of his bow perfectly fitted on his hand, like an extension of his arm. Or when his fingers, hooking on the silver bowstring, had to keep the perfect balance before releasing his arrow, which never failed to ignite the passion between two human beings. It gave him goosebumps every time. Finally, came the evanescence. When the arrow had reached the heart and the two lovebirds were united, the god of love had to disappear from their lives. Despite how poetic all this appeared to be, not everyone had the chance to get their « happy ever after ». Divinities exclusively interfered to match a mortal to its soulmate and they had a glimpse of their future together. Unfortunately, they sometimes had to tie someone to a person who would break them in the most awful ways. No matter how bad it would be, they would remain in love with them to the point where they would forget about themselves. Minho had forced himself to become insensitive to such situations but, deep inside, he despised it. He felt nauseous and anger was running through his veins as he had to watch his customers becoming miserable in front of his eyes. Occasionally, he wished he could bribe the lord of death, Chan, into getting rid of those pests… Sadly, this deity wasn’t easy to negotiate with. They did their duty and nothing else. 

When you got assigned to Minho, he didn’t think much about it and started his chase. You were a university student, pretty cheerful and a bit grumpy when things didn’t go your way. You loved to meet new people and hang out with your friends. Reading was one of your favorite hobby and you had a chubby black cat named Churros. Funny, he thought with a small smile on his face. He liked animals because they weren’t fooled by his powers like humans were, especially cats. With their piercing gaze, they could see the magic surrounding the deities, energy flows swirling around them in tints of red, black and gold. Truly smart beings. 

Minho put his backpack correctly on his shoulders as he looked over his surroundings. Students were walking toward the entry door, chatting, laughing or shuffling sleepily — probably some hangover or all nighters for exams. Finally, he spotted you. Walking through the crowd, he reached you and put a hand on your shoulder. You turned around, visibly surprised and wondering about who the hell was touching you unprovoked. You frowned, met by a face you had never seen before, a beautiful face. It was a guy. He seemed to be the same age as you, his skin looked smooth, his pink lips stretched into a gentle smile and his hair were copper brown. Slowly, you attached your eyes to his. Warm and deep. 

The god of love knew it was the perfect time to use his powers, you were visibly confused. Coming closer to your face, he saw your eyes widening. « I’m going to help you. » he whispered to your ear. When he glanced at you again and noticed the light veil over your eyes. Magic was happening. Shaking your head, as if emerging from a dream, your face lit up. « Minho! Gosh, I really thought you were going to leave me alone again. You know that I hate that class… », you gritted your teeth saying that. 

Perfect, he thought. From now on, he would be your longtime friend who happened to go to the same university as you. « I know, I know » he replied, ruffling your hair. You looked offended as your fingers were quickly brushing your locks in an attempt to style them back properly. « You… Do you know how long it took me to do this ? » you grumbled, your eyes sending daggers to your friend. Minho smirked, playing his role to get to know you better. « Are you doing all of this for Thomas ? » he mused, teasing you. Naturally, you were his assigned human and he knew who he had to match you with and how to play with it to make you fall. Your cheeks turned into a bright red. You scoffed in disdain. « Me ? Doing this for a man ? Don’t be silly. » you rolled your eyes and grabbed his arm, changing the subject to the paper you had to write for today. Your crush was ridiculously obvious. He wondered if he would act this way if only he was able to love. However, your budding feelings for Thomas would help to get his job done faster. It took more time when he had to do all the job, create the meeting, put the right mood to some situation in attempt to make both parties fall in love. Yes, it would be easy. You sighed, « And here we go, for two hours of boredom… ». You sat down and prepared your papers, hurrying Minho to do the same. Obediently, he did as told and started his own class: learning about you. 

Days turned into weeks and he knew a lot about you by now. You frowned when you were highly focused on something, you hated romcom — at least it was what you said, except that Minho witnessed you tearing up in front of 13 going 30 —, you were the type of person to scream your lungs out to songs while driving, you chewed on your lips and then complained about it when they were getting chapped. To make it short, you were lively in the most beautiful ways and the love god didn’t seem to grow tired of it. « Pull yourself together » he thought, lightly splashing his face with water. He had to make things move on between you and Thomas. Your interest for him didn’t seem to fade, after all, you were meant to be. He looked at his reflection on the mirror and was surprised by his expression: he seemed annoyed. Straightening his back, he glanced one more time at his face, defying it, before exiting the bathroom. 

« Took you long enough » you stated, looking at the brown haired boy. He shrugged « Sorry ? ». You gestured him to come sit next to you. Churros was purring on your legs as you scratched it behind its ears and Minho looked at the scene fondly. Taking place by your side, he joined you to pet the black cat. You discreetly looked at your friend. You had been knowing him since you were kids — magic made you think that — and never had you realized how handsome he was. In your eyes, he was just your annoying lost twin. Kind of. At least, you thought… Or tried to convince yourself. Also, Thomas was there and you liked him, right ? Minho raised his head and caught you staring at him. He tilted his head before asking you, « What’s troubling you ? ». You shook your head, scratching your cat under its chin. « Hmm nothing… » your voice was low and not convincing at all, your friend wouldn’t fall for your masquerade. He came closer to you and nudge your shoulder. « Come on Y/N, what’s on your mind ? ». Seeing his eyes, you couldn’t resist them and gave up. You felt a bit embarrassed but gathered your courage up. « Have you ever been in love ? » you asked, your hands stopped moving and Churros half opened its eyes, its green pupils looking deep inside your soul. A brief silence filled the room. Minho was staring at the ceiling before clearing his throat. « Well, I’ve never experienced it myself but I believe it’s a precious and incredible feeling… » your friend seemed a bit gloomy and you were almost disappointed by his answer. « Have you ? » he kept going, curious to know if you were going to talk about your crush with him. The god of love was expectant. « Yes… » « How does it feel ? I can only imagine. » Minho smiled but his eyes weren’t. « It feels warm and exciting but complicated at times too… » you stated. « I mean, what do you do when you start having feelings for someone unexpected ? » The brown haired boy hummed. « Like falling for someone you never thought you would ? » You nodded, « Exactly. It's like... you have this image in your head of who you're supposed to be attracted to, and then someone comes along and totally flips that upside down. » The deity chuckled. « Hmm. I see what you mean. » a tint of bitterness lacing his voice. « But isn't that part of the magic of love? Discovering new feelings and connections you never imagined ? ». Why were you so hesitant about your feelings ? Never in his career he had witnessed that. Lighting the spark of love could took a bit longer to build but his customers never openly expressed their confusion. Was he lacking on some point ? As earlier when he was in the bathroom, he felt annoyance rushing through his veins and a strange tickling at the bottom of his nape...  Churros left your lap, feeling the agitation of yours and Minho’s hearts. « I suppose so. It's just… I know you’ve noticed, I've been crushing on Thomas for a while now, but lately, someone else came into the picture… » you were elusive on purpose. Minho got caught off guard on that one. What was going on ? Something was definitely wrong. Who were you talking about ? He would have to review every single people being close to you to find out if you decided not to speak. You bent towards him, your move making your fingers brush against his, sending electricity into your system. « It’s a secret. » you sticked your tongue out and stood up. Still on the floor, Minho looked at you in disbelief. « What ? You started this conversation and now you’ve decided to remain silent ? ». Towering him, you shrugged and turned on the music to distract him. 

This was an emergency. He needed to talk to Felix, right now. On his way home, he grabbed his phone on his pocket and looked for his brother’s number. He tapped on his name and waited to hear the ringtone. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. « Your contact isn’t available at the moment… » Minho swore as he was welcomed by the robotic voice. « Please leave a message after the ri… ». He hung up and dialed the number again and again and again. Finally, no automatic message but a deep upset voice, which was pretty rare. « For love sake, Minho. Why are you calling me ? I was preparing my aim. You better have a good reason to bother me and make me miss my shot. » he groaned. « My human. Y/N. She’s hesitant. » He heard his brother sighing. « And ? It happens all the time. Give her one more week and she will be ready. Now, if you may exc… » Loosing his temper, Minho cut him off. « It’s not like usual. And, for your knowledge, my clients never hesitate on their feelings. » he cockily added. Felix laughed. « Ok. Then, describe me how is it different ? ». Minho could hear the noises of the city coming from the end of the line. « I don’t feel that energy coming from her, it’s like… glowing a different way. And I have that constant itch bothering me... » he whispered, confused by the events. « Have you ever heard of someone changing their fate ? » « Minho. It’s written in the stars, it’s impossible to undo it. » the angel stated firmly. « Are you sure ? Wasn’t there any case of someone rewriting them ? » His voice felt desperate and he was. He was hundred percent sure that something odd was happening. A loud silence echoed his question. « Do you want my honest opinion ? » « Please. » he begged. « I think you’re the one with an unsteady heart. You’ve been around Y/N for too long. You’ve never spent much time with one of your assigned mortal and your magic is weakening. » Felix answered. Offended, the god of love received those words like a slap in the face. However, it would explain his discomfort. « This is nonsense. I’m telli… » but he hadn’t time to finish his sentence. « One week and not a single day more. » The ringtone resonated, announcing the final sentence. 

One week. He had to calculate all his next moves. If Felix was right, nobody knew what would happened if Minho was loosing his power. Yet, he wasn’t scared about it but was terrified at the idea of loosing you forever. Once his job done, it would be as if he had never existed. You would remember a presence but would not be able to put a name or a face on it. Usually, Minho considered his mission like a book. He had to get into it, enjoy it, untangle the plot and put it on a shelf once done. With you, he wanted the story to keep going. However, he was supposed to be a side character and not a main one. The love god felt stupid and bothered by that strange sensation squeezing his heart. What was it ? He could only identify anger and disappointment. His fists were clenched and he had to fight the urge to punch the nearest wall. This is when you decided to intervene. He felt his phone buzzing. The screen illuminated the room he was in. 

y/n: want to grab a coffee before class tomorrow ?

minho: sure!

y/n: perfect! see u :)

He sighed. He had to find a solution by the next morning and make you and Thomas fall in love, for once and for all. That night, the brown haired boy barely slept. 

You were waiting for your friend in front of the coffee shop. Minho appeared at the corner, disheveled and dark circles under his eyes. « Wow, you definitely need some coffee. » You teased him. He groaned and opened the door for you. « Barely slept. » he briefly explained. « Thanks, I had noticed. » you scoffed. Once your coffee taken, you strolled along the path toward university campus, backpacks slung over your shoulders. « So, any plans for the weekend ? »  the love god asked, trying his best to look cheerful. You shrugged, a playful grin tugging at the corners of your lips. « Not much, just the usual. Probably bury myself in textbooks and drown in a sea of caffeine. Exams are coming up. »

Minho rolled his eyes, nudging you with his elbow. « Come on, Y/N, you need to loosen up a bit. Life's not all about studying. Besides, I heard there's a party happening this Saturday. You have to come with me. » Your ears perked up at the mention of a party, your curiosity piqued. It has been a while since you wen to a party and going there with Minho sounded even greater.  « A party, huh? Sounds intriguing. Who's throwing it ? ». The brown haired boy flashed you a mischievous smile. « Oh, you know, just some friends from the other campus. But here's the juicy part – I heard that Thomas will be there. »

At the mention of Thomas’ name, your heart sunk a little. Maybe you would finally be able to put a word on your feelings for him, know if it was a small crush or something more serious. Maybe you would understand why you felt jelly and happier than ever around Minho too…

« Thomas? » you echoed, « Are you sure? ». The love god nodded enthusiastically. Going to a party was a simple strategy but it often worked. "Positive! This could be your chance to make a move. » He winked. You rolled your eyes. « Shush. I’m not even sure if I want to be with him anymore. » you whined. « Then it’s the perfect occasion, right ? » He was right. « Alright, you've convinced me, » you finally replied, a determined glint in your eyes. « I'll go to the party with you. ». Minho seemed relieved by your answer and closed the gap between the both of you to quickly kiss your cheeks. That sudden move of affection startled you as you brought a hand to your face. « Good! I will see you later then. » he waved you goodbye and disappeared in the corridor. As he rushed to his class, mixed feelings and a strong sensation of warmth filled his system. 

When he came back home on that day, the deity decided to face his own feelings. The kiss on your cheek ? It felt natural, yet really odd. Never he had done this with a mortal before but he wanted to try again. As he sat there, lost in the midst of his own thoughts, he couldn't shake the strange sensation that had been creeping up on him lately. It was like a whisper in the back of his mind, gentle yet persistent, nudging him to pay attention to something he hadn't noticed — or even felt — before.

At first, he brushed it off as nothing more than a weakness, a fleeting moment of curiosity. But the more he tried to ignore it, the louder it became, until it was impossible to ignore any longer. It was a feeling, unfamiliar yet strangely comforting, like sunbathing on fresh grass. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, couldn't find the words to describe it, but it was there, simmering beneath the surface, waiting to be acknowledged.

Suddenly it hit him, like a bolt of lightning. Could it be...? No, it couldn't. It was absurd, unthinkable, impossible. He was a god of love, he was here to help mortals not to fa… No, no, no. And yet, the more he tried to deny it, the more it seemed to make sense. He was definitely falling for you, for your laughter that echoed like music in his ears, for your smile that lit up even the darkest corners of his heart. It was a realization that sent his mind into a whirlwind of confusion and uncertainty.

What did it mean? What was he supposed to do with these newfound feelings ? What was going to happen to you, your fate, his powers ? He felt torn, caught between the familiarity of the past and the uncertainty of the future. Part of him wanted to hold onto what he knew, to the comfort of familiarity, while another part yearned to embrace this new, unknown territory with open arms. But one thing was clear amidst the chaos of his thoughts: he couldn't ignore this feeling any longer. It was a part of him now, a piece of the puzzle that had been missing all along or messing with the stars. And whether it led him down a path of heartache, he knew he had to face it head-on, for better or for worse. He was scared, obviously. However, he would enjoy his final days with you, shoot his arrow and disappear. He would get another mission and drown his feelings, trying to forget about you for the rest of his immortal life…

Days passed by, slipping from his hands, and weekend was already there. He dressed himself up and headed to the party. As he was getting closer of his friend’s house, he felt his heart sinking. When he entered the place, the thumping bass reverberated through the crowded living room as Minho scanned the sea of faces, his heart pounding in his chest with a mix of excitement and gloom. He had promised himself that tonight would be the night he finally bonded you and Thomas for eternity, but now that the moment was upon him, doubt gnawed at his resolve like a persistent itch.

Spotting you across the room, your radiant smile lighting up the dimly lit space, Minho's breath caught in his throat. You looked absolutely stunning, your eyes sparkling with laughter — you seemed a bit tipsy too — as you mingled effortlessly with the other partygoers.

Determined to seize the opportunity before it slipped through his fingers, Minho made his way through the crowd, weaving between bodies. But just as he reached out to tap your shoulder, a voice cut through the din like a knife slicing through butter.

« Hey, Minho! What are you doing over here all by yourself ? »

Minho turned to find Felix grinning at him, a beer in hand and mischief dancing in his eyes. « Felix… What are you doing here ? »

Felix arched an eyebrow, his grin widening into a knowing smirk, except that his eyes felt low-key frightening. Minho had never seen that look on his face before. « Let me guess – you're trying to find Y/N, aren't you ? I hope it’s to do your job. Tomorrow is your last chance if you can’t do it tonight, which would honestly be a shame.»

Minho felt the heat rise to his cheeks, cursing himself for being so transparent. « Yeah, actually. I was hoping to talk to her. »

Felix chuckled, clapping Minho on the back in a gesture of camaraderie. « Talk to her about what exactly ? » he aggressively whispered. « You were right, Minho. The ancient gods noticed your weird behavior and they’re now asking for results. That’s why they sent me here tonight. Also, I hate to break it to you, but it looks like she's already found her right match."

Minho's heart sank like a stone as he followed Felix's gaze across the room, where you were engaged in animated conversation with none other than Thomas. His stomach churned with jealousy and disappointment as he watched you laugh and joke together, your easy proximity like a dagger to his heart.

Desperate to salvage the situation before it spiraled out of control, Minho racked his brain for a way to interrupt. But before he could formulate a plan, fate intervened in the cruelest of ways, as Thomas locked eyes with yours and began to make his way toward you with the inevitability of two stars on a collision course.

With a unpleasant feeling in the pit of his stomach, Minho realized that his efforts to keep you for himself would be in vain. And as he watched you both draw closer, he couldn't help but wonder if perhaps he had been fighting a losing battle all along.

But even as the bitter sting of defeat washed over him like a wave crashing against the shore, Minho knew that he couldn't give up hope just yet. For in matters of the heart, anything was possible – even miracles. Adrenaline rushing through his veins, he nearly sprinted in your direction, pushing away the guests and ignoring his brother’s screams. 

With newfound determination burning bright within him, Minho felt prepared to face whatever challenges lay ahead. If there was one thing he knew for sure, it was that love was worth fighting for – even if it meant risking everything he held dear: his powers, his own life. Because what would happen if things weren’t turning the way they should ? He was going against destiny and it had messed up yours too. And, if he lost his powers, you would probably forgot about him since your friendship had, at first, been built on the illusions he had created.

And as the party raged on around him, Minho took a deep breath and stepped boldly between the two of you, stopping Thomas from achieving his move whether it was a hug or a kiss. The man seemed surprised and offended. « Yo… Do we know each other ? » he asked. « We don’t, but I'm here with her. » Minho held your hand in his, the warmth of his skin against your sending electricity into your veins. You looked at them, glaring at each other as a third guy — blond hair and an angelic face — approached you. Who was he and why it looked like he wanted to punch Minho in the face ? Focusing back on the brown haired boy and Thomas, you said « Minho, it’s fine we were just talking. » He turned his head, frowning, his grip on your hand strengthening. Yet, behind that visible annoyance, you could notice despair and softness in his eyes. « Well, I need to talk to you too. » Before you or Thomas could add a word, he made you follow him across the room. The blond guy was still following you but was struggling to slide between the students. You went upstairs, Minho was trying to find a place where people weren’t making out or throwing up. Eventually, a couple left one of the room, giving you the opportunity to get some privacy. 

The love god closed the door behind you, letting your hand go. « I don’t have much time and I honestly don’t know what’s going to happen after but… I have to try. » 

« What are you talking about ? » you chuckled nervously, your mouth getting dry. « Remember when I told you I’ve never loved anyone before ? » he asked. You nodded, anticipating. He walked closer to you, putting a strand of hair behind your ear in a tender gesture, looking at your face features as if trying to engrave them in his mind. « It took me long enough to admit it but I did… No, I do love someone. » « Oh… » you sounded disappointed, your heart starting to be torn into pieces until you felt your friend’s lips on yours. His hands cupped your face, your eyes widened as his were closing, a single tear threatening to fall anytime. Almost instantly, you drowned onto his touch, your lips moving in perfect sync as your fists were gripping his shirt. Your heart was beating so loudly that it echoed in your eardrum and you felt butterflies getting restless in the pit of your stomach. 

A deep muffled voice could be heard from behind the walls as Minho delicately stepped away from you. As soon as his lips detached from yours, you started to miss them like you would miss oxygen to breathe. « Minho you know about Tho… » « Don’t worry » a tear was rolling down his cheek and he quickly whipped it. « I know you like him… But, I had to try… ». However, you didn’t feel that way about your old crush. You had a little something for him, yes, but the feeling you had for Minho was stronger than anything you had felt before. You loved him. « Minho I lo… » you couldn’t confess fully when the same innocent looking guy you had seen earlier crashed into the room. 

« Minho. I hope you didn’t do anything stupid or… » however his face started to break down. Scared, you looked at Minho who was getting paler second after second. You rushed to support him as his knees felt weaker. He could feel it, his magic leaving his body. He felt so sleepy, the itch getting intense and your and Felix’s voices sounded faint. Felix cursed as he was walking toward you. « Don’t come closer ! » you warned him, not forgetting the way he looked at him before. Not listening to you, he put one of Minho’s arm around his shoulder and helped him laying down. « Wh-what are you doing ? We need to call an ambulance. » you stuttered. Felix bitterly laughed « Your mortals shit wouldn’t help him, now move aside. ». 

Everything was becoming blurry and dark for the brown haired boy. Laid down, he could see Felix’s lips moving hastily, trying to cast a spell, while your hands were holding his left one tightly. « Mor… What ? ». The blond hair guy didn’t answer, his hands moving above Minho. You couldn’t see anything but the deity did. Slowly, a golden arrow was appearing on his brother’s hands, shining brightly.

You were done with this strange guy. With trembling hands, you took your phone and dialed the emergency number. Immediately, someone answered you and asked for the reason of your call.

« My friend is… He is really pale and… he doesn’t speak anymore. I… Yes, he’s breathing. No… » 

Conversation kept going as you described his state, distracted and barely paying attention to Felix who was finally done casting his spell. The arrow weighted heavily on his hands, more than usual. He looked at his brother with uncertainty. The ancient gods gave him the mission to do the necessary to help Minho, no matter what, even if it had to cost him his life. His throat was burning and his hands were holding the arrow so firmly that his knuckles were turning white. With a gain of lucidity, Minho looked at Felix. Who would have thought that his biggest ally would turn out to be his greatest enemy, love itself. Minho knew what would happen if the angel was planting the arrow on his chest. He would die. It was created for mortals only and unique for each of them. Defying destiny was dangerous. Without his power he wouldn’t be able to live, he was doomed by a love curse. 

« Do it. » he whispered, his words so faint he could barely hear them himself. 

Felix looked at him, a frown on his face and teary eyes. The brown haired boy repeated his demand, more loudly this time. His brother closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, holding the arrow still, right above Minho’s heart. « Remember that you did this to yourself. » Felix’s deep voice broke. « I should have noticed your behavior… I’m sorry, brother. ». 

Distracted by the sudden agitation at the corner of your eyes. You noticed that the blond hair guy was holding both his hands above your friend. Confused, you looked at them, not answering on the phone anymore. Suddenly, Felix slammed his fists on his brother’s chest. 

The last things Minho could remember was your scream, you pushing Felix as his tears were falling on Minho’s face like a warm summer rain, his energy swirling in a thundery way around him, and the blinding light of the arrow painfully entering his rib cage. He wasn’t regretting his decision. He hoped his brother wouldn’t blame himself. As he said, Minho had did this to himself and, for as long as he could remember, he had never felt so alive. He was happy that he had been able to meet you, love you, share his feelings with you. It costed him his life, yet, he knew that it wouldn’t have been the same if you weren’t part of it. Fortunately, you would forget everything about this thanks to Felix. It would be like a blurry nightmare, nothing more, even if he secretly hoped a part of you would never forget about him. With some sort of contentment, he drowned into darkness. 

Darkness. Sounds scary at first but felt familiar to Minho. After all, he had been wandering in their meanders for a long time before becoming a god of love. It felt cosy, like a nest. He didn’t have to think about anything, just let himself sail around. However, that peace wouldn’t last eternally. Slowly, a reddish light appeared, troubling his comatose state, pulling him out of this world. 

Bip. Bip. Bip. His eyelids were trembling as he tried to come to his senses. Opening his eyes, he noticed where the sound was coming from. A cardiac monitor was near, perfusions were attached to his wrist. Was he at the hospital ? How was it possible ? And what was that muffled noise ? Scanning his surrounding, he saw him. Felix. His face lighting up as his brother was awaking. He could tell that he was definitely fighting the urge to hold him, scared to hurt him. 

« Minho! I… I can’t believe you did it… » he sputtered. 

The brown haired boy was confused. « W-why am I here ? » he asked with a hoarse voice. Surprised by it, he brought his hand to his throat. Felix’s face lost his brightness as he started to explain what happened. When the ancient gods sent his brother to bring him back to reason, they also knew that, once every thousand years, a love god could fall for someone. In the manuscripts, few were the ones who survived, most of them loosing their powers before they could do anything except one case. The love god realizing the situation they were in, they decided to shoot the arrow toward themselves, the weapon absorbing all the power but not their soul. 

« This is why they told me to do this. They didn’t explain why until I came back… The arrow saved you however… » Felix seemed to hesitate. 

« What ? » Minho breathed out. 

« You’re a mortal now. »

The blond haired man seemed sorry, it was some sort of punishment for going against fate. Minho wasn’t. He had a second chance to meet you. 

« Y/N. How is she ? Does she and Thomas…» he expectantly asked, hope lacing his voice as he tried to sit up properly, in vain, his muscles still weak. Felix softly smiled at his brother. « She’s doing great. And, no, they’re not bonded… ». A sigh of relief escaped Minho’s mouth. « She doesn’t remember me, right ? » he asked, sappy. The angel shook his head. Of course. He had erased her memories with the brown haired boy. Seeing the sadness creeping up Minho’s face, Felix started to rummage into the bag he had across his chest. Finding what he was looking for, he handed them to Minho. 

« Here. Welcome to your new life. » 

Papers. Lee Minho. Twenty five years old. Born in South Korea. He looked at the angel, baffled. Was it real ? 

« Oh! And you’re starting your final year of university this autumn. You better be ready. » Felix added. 

« Excuse me ? » Minho groaned. 

Several months later. 

The crisp morning air was filled with the buzz of anticipation as students hurriedly made their way to their respective classrooms. You rushed through the throng of students, not wanting to be late for your first day. You glanced at your schedule, confirming the room number for your first class of the semester.

As you approached the corridor where your class was to be held, you noticed a figure leaning casually against the wall, engrossed in a book. His rugged charm caught your eye, and you couldn't help but steal a few glances as you neared him. His deep concentration on the book intrigued you. You have never seen him taking this class before. Was he a new student ? 

With a hesitant smile, you cleared your throat softly, catching the attention of the young man. He looked up, his gaze meeting yours, and a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

"Hi, sorry to bother you," you began, your voice soft and friendly. « Do you know if this is where the Literature class is supposed to meet? »

The young man's eyes twinkled with amusement as he closed his book, revealing a cover adorned with intricate designs in a language you didn’t know. "Yes, it is. I'm actually headed there myself," he replied, his voice warm and inviting.

Relief washed over you as you returned his smile. "Great, thank you. I'm Y/N, by the way," you introduced yourself, extending your hand.

"Nice to meet you, Y/N. I'm Minho," he replied, accepting your handshake with a gentle grip.

Your brief introduction was interrupted by the sound of the classroom door opening nearby, signaling the start of the class. You looked at your watch, realizing you were running out of time.

"Well, it looks like we better head in," you said with a nod towards the open door.

Minho agreed, falling into step beside you as you made your way into the classroom together. As you found seats near each other, you couldn't shake the feeling of serendipity that hung in the air. You didn’t know him, yet, you felt a deep connection and a sensation of deja-vu.

As the professor began the lesson, you stole another glance at Minho, captivated by his features and feeling grateful for the unexpected connection fate had brought you that morning.

© edenalieth

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★  𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐌𝐄 '𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃. + 𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐘𝐀𝐌 𝐒𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐘

masterlist. / taglist. / any request? synopsis. when you initially asked Neteyam, the eldest Sully son who also happened to be smitten for you, for more assistance with your Na'vi knowledge, he was happy to help with a more hands-on approach.

─── ☆ notes. saw the new avatar and the way i had to pause and react and take in every detail cause it felt so short,, i cant wait for the 3rd movie to come out while im pushing fucking 40 or something with kids. | — feedback is always welcomed & don't forget to reblog 🤍

─── ☆ length. 2.8k (21 min read) .

─── ☆ genre and warnings. +18 nsfw under the cut. minors dni | mutual pining | friends to lovers | fem reader | pwp | porn with feelings | not movie canon | size kink | height difference | stretch marks | body worship | fluffy | confessions | monster fucking(?) | handjobs | fingering | grinding | manhandling | oral sex(f) | cute aftercare | not beta'd | title inspired by this song.

"You can't, Tuk!" Only grumbling at his two most annoying younger siblings who had been following closely behind him, Neteyam dismissed the two in the typical older sibling tone of irritation. 

Both of them were curious, like cats, to find out where he was going when he broke his patrolling routine and made the error of asking both their father and mothers for permission to spend the rest of the day helping you at the labs with your studies that you had been struggling with.

No matter how much he tried to pull both parents aside, at least one sibling had managed to eavesdrop, and then his plans of keeping it on the down low had fallen through like a domino effect. 

This was why Tuk was bouncing on her heels, trailing after her two bickering brothers, Neteyam and Lo'ak. "No fair!" She tantrums, adding to the chattering back and forth, "I want to see y/n too, how come you're the only one that gets to go?" 

With your parents being loyal scientists passionate for a change, standing alongside Jake Sully were a group of good hearted human beings that were allowed to stay on Pandora to live alongside the Na'vi colony. 

Given that you were the second less rogue lab baby, it was the story that set the stage for your loving and extremely intelligent life. 

Maybe it was the fact that you still had your two loving parents, ending up more bubbled and growing up to be more of a homebody constantly wrapped up in some sort of new experiment scattering around the lab despite working with people twice your age. 

Everyone had grown to feel like one big nerdy family within the lab walls. 

Neteyam tightly inhaled with his hand wrapped tight around the leather hand grip from the holster for his Ikran. He was starting to grow thinner and thinner with the patience of telling the little girl every excuse under the sun other than flat out saying that he just wished to spend time with you alone. 

Lo'ak, of course, had been no help in calming Tuk down; his motormouth only added fuel to the flame as he continued to pester him alongside her. 

"He doesn't want us to come so he can finally make a move on his girlfriend." The youngest boy teased. Lo'ak flinched away from his brother's attempt at kicking him in the shoulder with a knowing chuckle, the comment only made Tuk whine more in disgust.

Muttering an insult as he mounted his ride, Neteyam ignored the tightness in his stomach at just the mere mention of your name beside his hinting towards a romantic relationship; it was an odd pretty relationship you had with the eldest son.

“I won't be fawning, I'm just going because she asked me for help with her research.” Neteyam gave his siblings one more stern glare.

“And she's not my girlfriend.” 

Lo’ak doubled in laughter, fuel only added as Neteyam showed more signs of annoyance. “Research? For what, exploring each other's bodies?” Neteyam had only rolled his eyes at the lewd question, taking off just in time for Tuk to ask what the joke had meant. 

Neteyam had been to the labs a handful of times, whether it was to hang out with Spider, accompany Kiri to see her mother, or just keep a close eye on Lo'ak to make sure he would stay out of trouble.

But he felt like this visit was just different from all the others—more intimate, greeting the few familiar faces as you guided him by hand through the lab rooms. Ducking through doorways and crouching through cramped human sized halls to your quarters that had been cleared out for a separate space all to yourself. 

It had been an old rec room redesigned and rearranged to your liking to hold all your personal belongings and decor. What was notable to Neteyam was the lack of boring control panels, odd techy devices, and bland white furniture all over the rest of the lab. 

The usual white and blue alien sleeping pod had been swapped out for a netted hammock similar to the one he would use at home, making your room appear completely disconnected from the rest of the sterile and overly organized aesthetic. 

A long desk piled high with books and paperwork was located across from your resting place next to the hatch entrance door, taking up its own space next to the large window overlooking the forest below the cliff. Your desk served as a clear confirmation to Neteyam that you were as intelligent as you appeared.

To enter Neteyam had to duck down enough to fit under the sliding door frame. As he did so, he peered around your messy bedroom with big curious eyes, soaking up as much information as he could about the space you loved to lock yourself up in all day rather than with him. "Okay, so this is what I've got done so far."

He followed the slight gesture of your hand, following towards the splattered spread of canvas against the once white wall now covered in layers of small paintings and scribbled wordings, but there was once a portrait that had caught his eye the most, a towering blue warrior posed with a bow. 

You had painted him on your wall.

Neteyam exhales as his long fingers run against the textured wall, his ears folding back, expressing his hidden bashful feelings as he comes face to face for the first time with a beautiful mural of himself.

"Ah, don't touch it," The gentle grasp of his elbow draws his attention back to you, "it's still drying, dummy."  

Your entire hand could only manage to wrap around two of his large fingers as you used the bottom hem of your shirt to wipe away the smudged paint on his fingertips, the view allowing Neteyam to look down at you while swallowing at the peak of your midriff.

In a good way, your body was very different from his. In contrast to his towering frame, you were much shorter with skin a warm shade of brown rather than the light sky blue he was used to seeing around.

It was more enticing to Neteyam, you weren't like anyone else he was used to, not even similar to Spider. You were a woman for one, he couldn't help but find himself entranced by you just so soft and plush looking, especially as you stood before him collecting your art supplies from around your bedroom.

He liked the way you always seemed to exude confidence with every step you took. How whenever you were concentrating on a task, your expression would soften, biting at the skin at your lip enough to draw his attention to the shape of your lips.

“Okay, so sit for a moment.”

He does as you say and sits with his legs crossed in front of you while kneeling on the ground. He had managed to have a height difference that reached your collarbone even while he was seated while you stood in front of him. Neteyam felt a bit insecure under your studied, silent gaze, watching your eyes move down his body with an uncomfortable exhale.

It didn't help his anxieties much that you were a more hands on learner, blinking as your hand reached out to caress his face.

A shiver ran up his spine at the gentle brush of your fingers against his cheek. "Your marks are so distinctive, pretty," you complement breathlessly with the trace of your pointing finger against his temple.

His ears twitched, and before he could react, his tail wrapped itself snugly around the middle of your thigh and drew you closer to him.

He murmurs timidly, "Yeah, they're kind of just all over," Before his hands could rest flat on his lap, he gestures while briefly puffing out his chest.

His eyes were looking anywhere but yours, as he was almost close to purring under your gentle touch. He just couldn't trust how his body would react to anything else. It was a mental war, trying not to make it seem as if he was completely gawking at your body.

The lift of your shirt exposed that same part of your stomach that his eyes could only see but his hands longed so desperately to trace. Neteyam’s fingers twitched, making a fist before hesitating in his grasp on your hips, his palm engulfing your sides.

The sight of his thumbs not being able to touch caused him to let out a shaky breath.

You nearly fell over when he suddenly wrapped his strong hands around you. The only thing you noticed was the curious look in his large, yellow eyes that were raking up from your waist as you used his shoulder to help you ground yourself. "Can I see it?" he asks.

You took a moment to process what he was trying to ask before your other hand could instantly cover the pudge of your stomach. "Hm, sure." You finally nod, lifting your shirt just enough to reach the midsection of your torso. 

You had your marks in the form of a scar, a healed claw mark that stretched just below your rib, and a memory of the first time Neteyam nearly saved your life from a rogue Thanator that had wandered too far from its territory. 

His face winced as he tried to push back the dreaded feeling he still would get in his chest thinking back on that horrible day. His fingers stroke against the rough skin, gentle enough as if he were afraid that he would crush you between his fingers by accident.

"I'm sorry," he mutters shamefully. "I let it leave a mark on you." He felt as if he had taken an arrow to the chest, the clench that he felt nicking in his ribs with every flooded memory of having betrayed your parents and his trust by being unable to truly ensure your safety in his hands.

"I told you to stop apologizing. You saved my life, Neteyam." You reassure him, yet he would fail to feel the same way, his fingers continuing down the scar tissue low enough to reach the waistband of your pants. 

Neteyam’s fingers brush more towards your sides, his interest lingering at the hints of stretch marks on the skin of your hips. 

"And what about these?" Foreign were the marks embedded against your hips and the dance of his fingers as they dragged down the jagged lines under them, hidden under the waist of your pants. 

It was a daring request, meeting eyes with a soft gaze that had a flaming heat feel as if it were flowing through his veins. 

Peering down at him with a dark look that made the tug of his tail more inviting, you closed the distance, falling against him with enough reaction time to straddle his waist. “Aren't I the one supposed to be the one studying you?” you whisper 

“I don't mind, go ahead.” Your back arches as you encircle his shoulder with your arms and tuck yourself closer as Neteyam watches how you react. 

His hands had taken the place of his previous grasp on your thighs, his tail wrapped possessively around your midsection. “Ohe think ohe'm keye’ung love.”

The beating in his chest was dangerous, but so was the way you looked at him before your lips could meet.

Neteyam didn't consider himself to be much of a romantic, the closest he had come to experiencing true love was through the example of the close bond his parents shared.

But as he kissed you, suddenly it all just made sense.

When you pulled away, exhaling hard, all he could do was chase after your mouth. The proportions were only a bit off—not too much that either of you had any objections against—as he swallowed each moan and whine that would pull from your throat.

Neither Neteyam nor you have ever kissed anyone before, maybe it was the way it felt so right to just let each other's instincts take over, grasping and tugging each other tightly as if there were any possible way you could get any closer.

Pure lust was what had taken over as Neteyam felt you shiver under his fingertips, the tangle of your hand in his braids had sent a new, inexperienced spark through his body.

Neteyam hissed at the odd feeling that struck him like a wave. "Oh, sorry," you mutter with a lick of your lips, your arms still laced around him.

He hadn't understood what you were apologizing for at first until he had followed your pointed stare to his crotch. 

The feeling that had waved through him was now all too clear as you both glanced shyly at his bulging situation—that you had the guts to reach out and fondle before he could even process how to breathe once more. 

With a sigh of breath, Neteyam practically whines at the contact, too caught up with the pit forming in his lower stomach to feel the embarrassment he would have felt at the pitch of the noises that parted from his lips. 

You readjust yourself in his hold, wincing slightly at the death grip he had on your thighs. The small space you created was enough for you to fully get a better grasp on his length, disregarding the cloth that held his privacy and rubbing your thumb over the dark blue tip of his dick, smearing the precum that he oozed.

Neteyam doesn't know whether he wants to watch or squeeze his eyes shut, his expression pained, yet his body felt everything but. 

His breath was shaky, and his limbs were tensing with each fisted stroke. 

All he could do was tremble and moan as you jerked him off. "Ah, hold on, p–please." As he sagged forward and whimpered, Neteyam attempted to catch his breath.

His sudden deadweight forced you to fall backward onto your back, where you then caught yourself lying beneath him. You followed suit to the small moment of mercy, mostly for your own sake at the dull tiredness in your wrist.

Now that the position had not helped much to ease whatever was building up inside, Neteyam sighed at the newfound feeling of rutting himself against the soft skin of your leg that his dick was pressed against.

Wanting more of the skinship, Neteyam’s hands wandered to whatever they could grab, hearing you giggle slightly from the ticklish sensation. 

It was the guide of your hand wrapping around his wrist, guiding his hand lower past the waistband of your pants. He felt drunk watching the way your expression shifted at just the mere feeling of his long fingers finding just the spot where you needed him most. 

It was an otherworldly sensation that Neteyam was experiencing, feeling you tight around his fingers and pistoning in and out of you at a careful, almost unbearably slow pace with each thrust.

Even as you finished with your tense muscles clenching around him and a broken moan that made him shiver, a noise of encouragement would make him never want to stop praising you.

Once Neteyam got a look at his slick covered fingers, it was like a lightbulb had switched on.

Before you could even process the end of your orgasm, Neteyam had crawled down closer to your legs, leaning down desperately and tugging off your pants. Both of you still found the atmosphere light and comfortable enough to humor each other's eagerness. 

Your laughter faded into small gasps at the strength with which Neteyam had elevated you enough to bury his face into your pussy sitting crouched on his knees as if you weighed absolutely nothing.

The same tongue he used to shyly babble to you with is now showing its true talent as his fingers probe you open the twitch of your hips shift against his mouth, directing him straight to his tongue sucking at your clit. 

It doesn't take much strength for him to hold you in place, your entire lower half is lifted in his grasp, knees bent and held up against his shoulders, and you use your elbows to perch yourself up as your muscles clench from the pleasure of your orgasm.

Neteyam, who hadn't had much of a grasp on the ecstasy of climaxing, continued to suck and finger until you trembled all over and were begging out his name for mercy. 

He was practically boneless, and tears threatened to roll down your cheeks as he finally allowed you to collapse into a heap of putty mess flat on the floor.

You push out your arms lazily, beckoning Neteyam into your embrace as you tug him down to lay on his chest with each other's legs tangled together, panting the same breath. 

It was a comfortable moment of silence, listening to the matched rhythm of each other's heartbeat.

#[ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ ★ — t.wrks. ] #neteyam sully #neteyam x reader #neteyam x reader smut #neteyam smut #avatar the way of water #avatar neteyam #avatar x reader #avatar #avatar smut

[fairykazu]

misunderstandings ft. childe

inspo: “I know you don’t like labels, so will you be my married-person-thing?”

it's hard to be in love with someone who's so obvious that they like you back but refuse to admit it. unfortunately, that's the situation childe has with you. everyone could see the love and affection in your eyes whenever you see the ginger male. but no matter hard they try to make you admit that you like him, you shut your mouth and change the subject.

well, you have had admitted it quietly in your friend's ear once but maybe too loudly because childe's ear perked up when you said his name. you immediately changed the subject right away.

"name? did you say my name?" childe asked as you tried to play off your flustered look,

"no? i was talking about albedo's sister. i mean, it's amazing how hes able to work around her. because um... children! i meant to say children not "childe". you have selective hearing! thats what you have." you spluttered up as amber whispered in your ear,

"good save."

he smiled hoping not in an awkward way and said, "ohh! thats what you mean."

that was so not what you meant and sadly, it's gotten so obvious even the subject of your affection noticed. it's not that hard to notice. even though, your state of denial does annoy him when he tries to court you like a peacock, he does like the chase. but the real question is, is he the prey or the predator in the situation?

you noticed that childe has been... not himself? not at all, in a bad way, of course but it's interesting that your boyfriend is acting like he has fallen in love all over again. do you have to worry about how his eyes only glimmer around you? maybe, but his eyes are pretty. speaking of the devil, he just texted you.

\\ 🍊: name

\\ 🍊: i need to talk to you rq

\\ 🍊: pls 🥲

he's so silly sometimes. you remember when he barely used emojis when you first began being friends. but as your relationship grew, he started to adapt how you texted. it's cute.

\\ 🍓: call?

\\ 🍊: ummm no. come to my house.

\\ 🍓: rn? it's like 7 😭😭

\\ 🍊: yes... well no 😞

\\ 🍊: you know what im coming over rn

\\ 🍓: RN?

\\ 🍊: yes.

what just happened?

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childe arrived at your doorstep, out of breath. it was cold. too cold and it was snowing. he loves the cold and his favorite memories with you was building a snowman and a snow woman together with teucer. teucer isn't really picky with people but he approves of you a lot. childe remember how happy you were when he told you that his little brother likes to hang out with you. despite it all, he still has the balls to confess and ask you out. or if you don't like labels. thats fine. if he's able to relax in your warmth somehow, he'd be content. no dating? it's okay. he will wait for you. he slipped into his pocket, looking for his phone, texting you.

\\ 🍊: pls open your door.

\\ 🍊: it's too cold and you know i can handle the cold

\\ 🍊: name pls

\\ 🍊: berry berry pls

the door opened wide, the warmth of your apartment escaping to the chilled breeze. he was bundled up in different layers. one hand has his phone the other was buried in his pocket. you were confused. he would be confused too if he was you. he was guessing what kind of thoughts ran in your mind like why you are here out of breath? wouldnt you be sick? while you welcomed him into the apartment, closing the door behind him and helping childe take off one or two layers of clothes. once he was warmed up and comfortable, you asked him, "did you run here? we live 2 hours away from each other. why didn't you take your car? why couldn't just call?"

he nodded off your questions. he looked up at you and you looked kind of pissed and annoyed. "okay, i will answer that if you just listen to me."

your stance changed from closed off to open, you crossed your arms though. "okay?"

"okay. um, i wanted to do this in a nicer and different setting. it'd would be much better than this and i promise i'll do it in a different way too." he looked at you again for approval. your hand moved in a circular motion, signaling him to get to the point. "well, i like you and i think you like me too. i know you don't really like those labels of being-" he fakes quoted with his fingers. " 'together'. but would you be my significant-married-person-thing with me? if you don't, it's fine."

after he got that off his chest, he sighed deeply. he waited for your response. half hoping that he didn't get rejected by you just now. but all he heard was laughing. nervously, he looked at you again. "what?"

"i thought we were together." you sat next to him, trying to snifle your laughs. he could see the tears outlining your eyes. instictively, he wiped off a tear off your face.

you watched how your words finally were processed in childe's brain and you could vividly see a lightbulb light up just now. "what?"

"i thought we were dating already."

"when did you think that???"

"well, in like highschool or middle school, when we were sleeping on my bed for one of our saturday sleepovers. you said, 'name, i want to be together with you forever.' and i replied with, 'i'd like that.'"

childe's face morphed, "but i didn't ask you officially. you knew i liked you from the start???"

"only because i thought we were dating from the start. gosh, my boyfriend is so stupid."

BOYFRIEND?? VGBHJMAKLS;VPNEF L YAYY WHOOSH BOYFRIEND... wait a minute. "if we are dating, why did you ignore me at school and become flustered?"

"good question. i don't remember."

"WHAT???"

"i'm just kidding, childe. also were you dreaming because the only time that happened was like highschool. i feel like we shouldve had a chat about this."

"you think??"

"im sorry childe. here's your apology gift." you pecked his lips. he melted instantly.

"don't you think... this makes you forgiven."

"oh how dare i think that! so... do you want to watch tangled again?"

"yes."

#genshin impact x you #genshin impact fanfics #genshin fluff #gender neutral reader #genshin impact x reader #fairykazu #childe x reader #childe x gender neutral reader #childe x you #childe x y/n #childe fluff #gi childe #childe genshin impact #genshin impact childe #tartagalia fluff #gi tartaglia #tartagalia x you #genshin tartagalia #tartagalia x reader #tartaglia #childe #genshin #childe tartagalia #genshin impact #childe tartaglia ajax #ajax x y/n #ajax x you #ajax x reader

[kilistina]

could you pls do a one shot of eddie and a fem reader being at one of steve’s house parties together surrounded by their friends and fucking in front of everyone because they just can’t wait any longer? and him calling the reader “sweetheart”😵‍💫

no joke my mind has been RACING with this idea lately so pls make my dreams a reality😫 no pressure though ily

i gotchu baby <3

party-goers. pt1

disc. nsfw content ahead. mdni. includes fem!reader n eddie munson, exhibitionism vibes n just hot shit tbh.

•••

“Having fun back there, Eds?” You tease your boyfriend as you both dance together, your back pressed to his chest. He laughs and pulls you closer by your waist, planting a kiss on your neck.

It’s well past midnight. You’ve both been at Steve’s house for hours, and you don’t plan on leaving any time soon. You’re too high, too wasted to go to sleep or stop partying yet. Everybody else seems to be in the same boat.

Tonight’s been so enjoyable. You’re not exactly sure why. Is it the drugs? The alcohol? The music? All of it? You’re not sure but you’re going to make the most of it and have fun anyway. You’ve never felt so confident, and Eddie’s notice.

“I need you so bad." He murmurs against the skin of your neck, somehow pulling you even closer to him.

“What?" You furrow your eyebrows, chuckling at how affectionate..and more, he’s being. A blush creeps up onto your face, thankfully the lighting in the room is dim. Normally you see this side of Eddie in private, but in front of everyone? That’s new.

He’s got you all hot and bothered already and he’s only said five words.

“I need you,” He repeats himself, dropping his head down to your shoulder and peppering kisses along your skin, “So fucking bad."

You tilt your neck to the side to give him more access to you, but that doesn’t last long. You can’t wait much longer—you need to kiss him.

You turn around to face him and he doesn’t waste a second to lean down and kiss you. You smile against his lips knowing he cracked first, his tongue moving with yours at the perfect pace.

His nails are digging into your waist. You want him to dig them deeper.

You both kiss each other heatedly without a single care in the world. It’s just a kiss, right? Or five.

After a few too many kisses, you both eventually break apart, breathing heavily and smiling like school kids. Eddie runs a hand through his hair, his lips parted and glistening with you. You're all over him, even when you're not.

You twirl your fingers around his curls, tugging and making his jaw tense up as he tries to stifle a moan.

“You’re so beautiful,” He looks down at you, smirking as you continue to move to the rhythm of the music, “You know that?” He's getting comfortable.

You don't want that.

Refusing to let him take control of this moment, you take it back, pulling his hair back harder to make his head tilt. His neck is exposed. He moans.

You bring your lips to his neck, lightly grazing his skin but not quite touching him. He whines. You're taunting him.

You feel people watching you from across the room, the people who are closer to you are all busy in their own worlds dancing and trying not to bump into anyone. You don't mind the close proximity. In fact, you welcome it. You welcome the heat that radiates from everyone around you, the sexual tension that's looming in the air. everyone's feeling the same way, it's obvious. The only question right now is, who's going to do something about it?

You look up at Eddie's face, taking in the view. You love watching him when he's so worked up. The way his eyes flutter closed despite his best efforts to keep them open and on you. The way his eyebrows crease together in pleasure. The way his lips stay parted until he can't control himself anymore and has to bite down on them to shut himself up. He's so pretty.

Nobody makes you feel the way Eddie does. He drives you crazy. You love being crazy. Especially with him.

Once again you take control of the situation, pulling away from his neck when he least expects it. His eyes snap open and by the look on his face you'd think he's in pain. Perfect.

You smirk, knowing it's only you who can make him feel this way. Only you.

"Don't do that." He murmurs, his voice firm.

He needs you right now. You can see it in his eyes. You can feel it in his movements. He knows he can have you, too. He knows you’re playing hard to get now, but it’ll all end the same way. He knows that he wants you. What he doesn't know is that you want him more. You like being in control a little too much to give it up just yet.

"Do what?" You taunt, smirking up at him as he tenses up his jaw.

“You know what I want,” He runs his hands up and your arm and you swear your eyes are about to roll back from the pleasure, “Give it to me.”

“Hmm? What do you want?” You arch a brow, watching his eyes scan your face. He instinctively licks his bottom lip, moving closer to you and leaning down so that his lips are level with yours.

"I wanna fuck you, right here, right now." God.

"Right here?" You smirk, gauging his reaction. he smirks back.

"Right here." He repeats, leaning down and brushing his lips against yours.

"Right now?" You whisper against his lips. You can feel and see how much he’s physically refraining from closing the practically non-existent gap between your lips.

He nods slowly, finally moving forward to close the gap between you both, “Right now." Before he can kiss you, you move your head back and place a finger on his lips, stopping him.

"Absolutely not." You shake your head.

He lets out a breathy groan, leaning his head to your cheek and holding your waist in his big hands. “C'mon, sweetheart,” He whispers seductively in your ear, knowing the effect it has on you, “C'mon, please?"

“You’re a fucking menace.” You murmur.

“‘M yours.” He pulls his head back to look at you and he smirks down at you, his dimples showing on his obnoxious face. You just want to ride him here in front of everybody.

“Come here.” You grab him by the back of his neck and pull him down to kiss you, and he lets out a moan against your mouth, wasting no time in kissing you back. The kiss is feverish, his lips moving against yours hard and fast. He lets his hands roam around your stomach, slowly moving up and under your shirt to grab a hold of your chest. You let out a quiet gasp as he roughly squeezes you between his palms.

“Yeah baby? You like that?” He whispers against your lips, grabbing you harder, “Gonna give me what I want?"

You struggle to stifle your moans. He reconnects his lips to yours and you wrap your arms around his neck, moving as close as possible to him. All you want right now is to ride him and see him sit there on the couch, taking it like a good boy. But then you'd be giving him exactly what he wants. Exactly what you both want, but no. You don't want to do that yet.

You want to torture him, don't you? Make him squirm? Turn him into a mess for you? How are you supposed to do that if you give him exactly what he's been asking for all night? No. Not yet.

For now, you have a better idea.

"No,” You murmur, surprising both Eddie and yourself in the process, “You are going to give me what I want."

"What is it that you want, sweetheart?" His eyebrowws furrow in mock-confusion.

You roam your hands down his chest, inching them closer to his cock and slowly—so fucking slowly—running your hand along the bulge in his jeans. “For you to speak when you're spoken to."

He shudders at your words. He likes when you’re like this. Noted. Your eyes wander down to where he wants you to look, and then back up to his face. His pretty face. His lips curl upward into a smirk and you can see the lust in his eyes. He's never wanted you so bad. You've never wanted him so bad, either.

"I know you can feel me,” His voice is low and slurred, he’s in his own world as you continue to give him crumbs of attention in the place he wants you the most, “Know you can feel how fucking bad I want you, sweetheart.”

You’re so wet. The way the dirty words roll off his tongue makes you even wetter. You take your hand away from him and he lets out a quiet whine. You smirk—you have him right where you fucking want him.

“You wanna feel me too?" You whisper and look up at him innocently.

He nods quickly, desperate for whatever you're willing to give him. So far, not much. You want to torture him. You want him crying out and begging for more of you. You want to teach him a lesson. You finally have the control, and you’re going to have some fun with it.

"What was that?"

"Y-yes," He breaths out a reply, stuttering, “God, fucking yes."

You arch a brow at him. He quickly catches on and corrects himself, "P-please. Please let me feel you, sweetheart." He’s sounding as desperate as ever. You could get used to this.

You’re about to grab one of his hands and guide them under your miniskirt, when he beats you to it and grabs your waist. He mindlessly thrusts his hips forward into yours, making you suck in a breath. He doesn't know it but it just took every ounce of energy you have not to scream out in pleasure and pull him closer.

Whether it's the alcohol and weed giving you this newfound dominance or whether it's just the luck of the draw for tonight, you don’t are. You’re going to make the most of it, and Eddie's going to let you.

The excitement of potentially getting caught, mixed with the excitement of finally having him wrapped around your pretty little finger is enough to make you cum on the spot, if you're honest.

"Your belt,” You nod down at his jeans, not able to wait any longer to begin, “Take it off."

He doesn't waste a single second in doing as he’s told. After all, he needs you.

•••

okay sooo there’s part 1. i wrote both parts in literally 40 mins, this one came so easily to me. such a fantasy tbh. second part is a lot more smutty, this one’s just the warm up ig. i like the buildup.

if you liked what you read then reblog n comment or some shit. feel free to give me any suggestions for new posts too. i loooove seeing what y’all want me to write ab next and i’ve honestly loved everything i’ve seen so far so i’ll be writing ab ‘em alllllll.

have a good day or night wherever you are n stay safe <3

- k

#eddie #eddie munson #eddie smut #smut #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x fem!reader smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie x y/n #stranger things smut #stranger things eddie #fanfiction #i love eddie so much #suggestion tingz #kilistina #kilistina <3

[the-ace-with-spades]

Silly fic idea incoming again... Sorry...

Kinda Spider-Man/MCU/Superhero AU

Bradley as kind of Spider-Man, Jake as the Human Torch?? Plus identity porn because I'm a sucker for it

Bradley was raised by Mav and Ice after his mom passed away when he was around 12 — Maverick and Iceman are part of a group ala Avengers, Goose was more or less Mav's Bucky (minus the whole born in 1940s thing obviously) and died in action when Bradley was two.

There are very few people who know about Mav and Ice and Bradley's relationship, most of whom are the people from the superhero business that are close friends with the Avengers.

And like, Bradley doesn't have any superpowers so he knows he can't really go in his parents steps, but he can join SHIELD which Avengers are kind of part of, and kind of be a part of family tradition (especially that Goose was an agent too, originally).

Of course, this is when shit hits the fan. Mav interferes with Bradley's recruitment, instead stirring him so he goes to uni and tries again after getting a degree, which absolutely backfires on everyone when Bradley finds out why he got rejected for training.

Bradley moves out to share an apartment in Queens with other Columbia students — Natasha, Javy, Bob, and Jake — and goes low contact with Mav and Ice. He gets an internship at Oscorp (mostly to spite Ice, who hates the company) and the whole incident with the radioactive spider happens.

Before he knows it, he stops a mugging (without the costume still) and thus Spider-Man is born. It takes him about a year to establish some sort of superhero brand, even if he is a vigilante with an identity unknown to anyone — not the Avengers, not the SHIELD — he's pretty much a common and welcome by the New Yorkers sight.

Jake is the youngest from the Seresin-Machado family (yes, his and Javy's sister/brother are married), who despite getting superpowers in freak space accident, was forced to go to university by his older sister before actually starting a superhero career in full. He's been named Human Torch by the public but aside from the very beginning of the Seresin-Machado family fighting some Doom-like villain, he hasn't been active.

Bradley used to have kind of a crush on Jake — he was very charming, and very hot (in more than one meaning of the word), and an upcoming superhero with a strong moral compass, and seemed like someone who Bradley could easily fall in love with.

Jake, however, seemed to hate him at first sight. He'd only talk to Bradley if their friend group was all together at first, and he'd always try to get a raise from Bradley in one way or another and the charm would be never ever directed at Bradley. Even after close to two years living together, Jake is usually meaner and more snarky with him than he is with anyone else.

Then Spider-Man gets into a fight with some supervillain close to their group's common study place — and Spider-Man gets an unauthorised assist from the Human Torch. They fight well together, their banter and jokes are pleasant and they have a really good teamwork going on. Jake gives Bradley (or Spider-Man) a compliment for the first time and it's nice, it's what Bradley wished for the whole goddamn time.

It's less nice when he's Bradley again and all Jake can talk about is Spider-Man. It's even less nice when Nat, fed up, asks Jake if he's got a crush on Spidey and his whole face turns bright red.

Since that time, Jake also makes his personal mission to get to know Spider-Man and figure out his identity — he randomly flies up to Spider-Man during patrols, turns on the charm to a 120% and flirts with Spidey like crazy. He seems to be adamant that he and Spider-Man are made for each other, which Bradley knows is a bull of crap because Jake hates Bradley The Roommate.

So now Bradley listens to Jake blubbering about how great Spidey is as Bradley while being despised by Jake in the very same conversations and constantly tries to avoid Human Torch's flirting attempts as Spider-Man, knowing very well that Jake hates the actual him.

On top of everything, Maverick and Iceman have finally decided that they have enough of watching away from their Tower and are trying to find out Spider-Man's identity, afraid that he might be some kind of a threat to NYC. So Bradley not only has to fight crime while being flirted with by his crush who doesn't even know it's him, but also constantly needs to ditch different drones and agents that try to follow him around.

#i miss the old mcu fics so bad sorry #hangster #delete later??

[most-datable-datable-bracket]

ROUND 2 MATCH 12

Asmodeus propaganda:

"Vote Asmo. He seduces everyone including a snake called Henry. Very pretty. Does his brothers nails. Very queer with his bf Solomon"

Qiu propaganda:

"despite him being super popular when you first meet, he still makes time to make sure both of his new neighbours feel welcome and like they can rely on him, his dynamic starts off as doting even when you're literally like 10 this guy just wants to take care of you. in their teens starts questioning their gender (me fr) and then at 18 figures out they are genderfluid and starts using he/they, which they let you know which pronouns their using with painting their nails. literally just wants people to feel welcome and if you're close in your teens ends up still hanging out with you even when they stop wanting to be around a lot of people. also i just love them so much they are so so special to me. also starts a boys only club as a ten year old and by 18 only one member still identifies as a boy, and will get a little bummed if his friends don't want to include tamarack and the mc (if the mc isn't male) and will try and include them in other ways cuz he just wants his friends to like each other"

#asmodeus #asmodeus obey me #obey me #obey me shall we date #qiu lin #our life #our life now and forever #round 2 #most datable datable character

[zhongrin]

swirl & crystallize

◇ characters ◇ (no romantic pairing) zhongli, xiao, kazuha, shinobu

◇ tags ◇ no pairing, tag game(-ish) but feel free to ignore the tag :3

◇ tagging ◇ @seelestia | @dawndelion-winery | @the-travelling-witch | @hiraya-rawr | @silkjade | @intothegenshinworld | @watatsumiis | @merzkihstuff | @astrxlis | @w4yf1nder | @thesparklingwriter | @kazuily + everyone in the taglist! (but to reiterate: no pressure!!)

◇ a/n ◇ happy new year! i'm starting a new tag game just because lol (any writers or artists welcome)

pick one (or more, if you want) of your existing teams and tell me all about them!

how are the dynamics between each character? do they work well as a team outside of battles? who is the mom friend and who is the dad friend? are they a friendly, tight-knit group, or are they hostile to each other? (optional) what would be their voice lines about each other as teammates?

ps. feel free to include your self-insert or oc in the team as the 'fifth character' if you want!

𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ⬙ 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

team: xiao, kazuha, zhongli, shinobu

✧— xiao ⇄ kazuha

xiao appreciates the way kazuha doesn't try to intrude his space and how he manages to sense whenever the yaksha wants to be left alone.

kazuha on the other hand is pretty neutral about xiao. mostly he appreciates the way the demon conqueror always protects the whole team, and so the ronin tries to include him in everything.

the team probably accidentally discovered that kazuha’s leaf-playing ability makes xiao relax, so the wandering samurai takes it upon himself to do it every now and then whenever things are calm and xiao is within the vicinity.

honestly, i think they get along very well despite not interacting that much on the surface.

xiao → “about kazuha“

“that wandeing samurai from inazuma? he’s… alright. polite. although the way he speaks took a while to get used to. the leaf flute? hmph…. i… suppose, it is quite relaxing.”

kazuha → “about xiao”

“a selfless protector blessed by the anemo archon himself. the winds around him are quite volatile, but i find that they would turn tranquil whenever a melodic tune dances in the air. as zhongli-sensei suggested, i’ve taken to the habit of playing the leaves more often as we wind down for the day.”

✧— xiao ⇄ zhongli

probably is the closest relationship within the team. calm grandpa and feral surrogate son

zhongli is generally caring towards everyone in the team but he has a special soft spot for xiao - always pulling him back whenever things look bad on the battlefield.

(omg can you imagine zhongli picking up xiao by his scruff like he's a feral cat and flinging him out of harm’s way lmao-)

xiao knows he doesn’t have to worry about zhongli on the battlefield too, so that’s a huge burden off his shoulders.

xiao → “about zhongli“

“what more is there to be said? i am just honored that i am able to fight alongside morax again.”

zhongli → “about xiao”

“i’m glad you invited the young adeptus to travel with you. many times i have tried to persuade him to take some rest for a change of pace, but he never listened. please, indulge my curiosity; how did you manage to convince him to come along?”

✧— xiao ⇄ shinobu

neutral. they’ve already met in the chasm before, so shinobu knows about xiao’s self-sacrificing tendencies.

since shinobu is also smart and attentive - she knows when to put her foot down but also to leave xiao to his own devices.

xiao sees her as a reliable teammate.

mutual respect plays a huge part in this relationship, and while they’re not particularly close, they’re both comfortable with how it is!

xiao → “about shinobu“

“the electro wielder? she’s okay. responsible. i respect her.”

shinobu → “about xiao”

“i wouldn’t say that we’re close. but i am thankful that we have someone who is experienced in dealing with and efficiently fighting off dangerous monsters. although… this might be a rude thing to say to an enlightened being, but how can he fight so recklessly without an ounce of care for his own safety? i don’t mind patching him up, of course - boss is just as reckless as he is - but sometimes i just wish he would snap out of that selfless mindset already.”

✧— kazuha ⇄ zhongli

kazuha is intrigued and curious because he can somehow sense that zhongli isn’t exactly… normal? surely no normal man can make the last yaksha in teyvat himself bow down to his knees or speak so respectfully?

zhongli is thankful to kazuha for keeping xiao company and appreciates the way he always attentively listens to his stories.

they bond over literature and share their experiences. very wholesome dynamics.

kazuha → “about zhongli“

“there’s something about zhongli-sensei that i can’t explain... you know who he actually is, don’t you? haha, don’t look so surprised. it really is quite obvious. the demon conqueror reveres him, the wind respects him, and the soil thrums in his presence. though i am not privy to the details, i can sense that he’s not just a ‘funeral parlor consultant from liyue’. don’t worry; you don’t have to tell me anything. everyone has their own secrets, and i can respect that.”

zhongli → “about kazuha”

“an interesting fellow, that child. very attuned to nature itself. after hearing the stories of his travels and hardships, it occurs to me that his vision truly suits him; a wandering bird flying from one branch to another. i’m also very grateful that he managed to befriend xiao.”

✧— kazuha ⇄ shinobu

they naturally bond with each other over time. since they’re both inazumans, that makes them feel inclined to start talking to each other.

actually, given some time, i can even see them becoming friends!

shinobu pulls kazuha out of potential troubles and kazuha watches over shinobu to make sure she doesn't overwork herself.

a sibling-like relationship. lovely.

kazuha → “about shinobu“

“of course, i’m happy to have a fellow countryman on our travels! shinobu knows a lot of things and is more than happy to tell me what happened while i was away from inazuma, and what has changed since then. she makes for a good drinking company too; our taste in sake seems to match!”

shinobu → “about kazuha”

“well, at least he’s a lot more manageable than boss. still, i really don’t understand how someone could be so… spontaneous and unbound. one moment he’s sitting on a tree branch watching the clouds, the next moment he’s using his anemo powers to climb some cliffs - goodness, did you know he almost broke a leg three days ago?”

✧— zhongli ⇄ shinobu

the “parents” of the group, really. do i even need to say more?

keeps everyone out of trouble, very level-headed people who just want the best for the whole team and know that they can trust each other in this endeavor.

there’s just this one little misunderstanding, though (if you could even call it that)…

zhongli → “about shinobu“

“ah, the young lady is a mature and kind individual. have you seen her fuss around kazuha and xiao? i find the sight quite endearing. she has even asked me if my joints were okay when we hiked the mountains in sumeru the other day…... hmmm. in hindsight, perhaps i should not have answered with ‘older than your parents' when she asked me about my ‘real age’....”

shinobu → “about zhongli”

“i understand that you needed someone experienced in life and all in this expedition, but you really shouldn’t have asked an elderly person to tag along in such dangerous activity. hm? why are you looking at me like that? didn’t you know? i mean, i would have never guessed it from his youthful appearance either. i have heard that liyueans tend to look younger than their actual age, but even now i can barely believe that zhongli-sensei is that old. honestly, i’m still surprised he could still be so agile in combat.”

© zhongrin | 2022 ◆ no repost. reblogs much appreciated. feel free to reach out to submit suggestions, feedback, comments, or if you just want to talk!

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#genshin impact #rin writes #rin interacts #zhongli #kazuha #kaedehara kazuha #xiao #shinobu

[eryanlainfa]

I just realized that even though i see your art of him and you talk about him a lot, i don't actually know anything about aiden. so. infodump to me about your OC lore please.

!!!! hi <3 I have SO MUCH to say about Aiden- and yet I don't share that much about them! I draw them a lot but never give much context, my bad xP

I did answer an ask a while ago about them here if you want! it has all the basic infos you might need and I've just updated it a bit because some stuff was outdated and I wanted to add some details. I also think you can find (very) few things in the eryanwrites tag

But you're asking for infodumping so!!! Imma infodump MORE >:3c

(this is in addition to the post I linked- you might want to read said post before, to have more context)

⚙ Backstory stuff

Despite being born in Old Corona, Aiden spent half of their childhood in another village even farther away from the capital. This village is run by a small saporian community and was mostly filled with travelers so people tended to come and go, lots of witches came by looking to seal their power to pass as human. So Aiden and their parents were easily welcomed there.

When Aiden was a child, the local Grandma (Aiden never learnt her name- she was just referred by everyone as Grandma) used to play with Aiden's hair a lot while she told stories. Aiden avoided cutting their hair for her, and even after her death they still refused to cut it.

Said Grandma was the village's healer and quickly became Aiden's role model. She was the first person to mentor Aiden in their quest to become a physician.

Aiden's second mentor is the current royal physician, the only one who didn't leave when the Queen got sick and no one could find a cure. Both of Aiden's mentor were/are unhinged and definetly shouldn't be trusted to teach children but that's why I love them.

Aiden is very not normal about human bodies. Both because of autism and the way their mentors educated them about it. Aiden is pretty desentisized about stuff most people would find gross.

⚙ Aiden's relationship with other characters

Aiden has a pretty good relationship with their parents. They're very loving people but a tad overprotective, it kinda made Aiden avoid talking to them about big problems because he was scared to worry them more than necessary, but overall they all love and care for each others. Aiden is just terrible at understanding and communicating his own needs.

They have many friends within the castle since they've been working here for a while now. They're also known outside of the capital since his mentor sometimes send them away, either on errand or to take care of villages without doctors.

Aiden isn't close to the main cast of tts, beside Varian. He respects and admires most of them but he doesn't consider them friends since he never really got interested in getting closer to them. They do know they can count on him when any of them gets hurt or sick, it's his job after all.

Aiden has a bestie- his name is Daniel, he's the son of the merchants proccuring most herbs for the physicians, and is currently part of the royal guards. He isn't a very fun person but Aiden enjoys how down to earth he can be.

⚙ random stuff

During the series Aiden went through like... 4 different leg prosthesis in one year because people (bad guy of the season) kept on breaking it. (I'll admit it was my go-to excuse as to why Aiden doesn't appear in canon. They're always off screen doing random things or laying on the floor stuck somewhere 😔)

They're very sensitive to temperatures since the Storm that made them lose their leg.

Aiden's magic got sealed by a tattoo on their back when they were very young, so as they grew up the tattoo got deformed and the seal weakened. Their extended family is the ones completely getting rid of it- by removing part of the skin. Hopefully for Aiden he was under hypnosis when that happens and he has no memories of it whatsoever. Varian is the one who found out about it and it made him really mad.

So you know Venefica's magic is linked to mind control. And Aiden caught feelings for Varian long before he caught feelings for them himself. Varian is very obvious about his feelings, yet Aiden doesn't acknowledge it at all. That's because they're somehow convinced Varian's feelings aren't genuine and is caused by their own magic they never learnt to control.

I mentioned witches cannot break promises so they avoid doing any, since it can easily end badly for them. Aiden (so far) made 2 : one to Quirin and one to Donella. The first one lowkey resulted in the loss of their leg. The second brought distrust between them and Varian. So yeah. Promises bad.

The only reason Hugo is allowed to call them Hobble is because he helped a lot with their prosthesis and still does

⚙ shipping stuff

At this point if you don't know I ship Aiden with both Varian and Hugo then-.. Idk how you escaped all my posting about them but I admire that, this is impressive. Anyway-

I wanted to try doing an actual love triangle so when each of them catch feelings it starts with : Aiden -> Hugo ; Hugo -> Varian ; Varian -> Aiden. Then things just... happen and at some point they all have feelings for both of the other and they are struggling to figure out what to do about it.

The first two to get into a relationship are Aiden and Hugo, but it's not really romantic, they're just having fun. Hugo quickly understood Varian was the team leader but the boy kept Aiden in high regard, so getting Aiden on his side would eventually bring Varian to it too. Aiden is very aware of it and is fine with it as long as Hugo isn't actively trying to get them hurt.

I have.. the worst love triangle dynamic chart ever :

I don't even know if its readable to others but oh well-

Anyway. I think that's enough! If any question rises I'll love to asnwer them! About Aiden or other ocs or timeline stuff- or aus- anything is fine

#sorry if any of this doesnt make sense ggkfldldld #its okay if you dont read all of it- no worries ^^ #eryanwrites #eryanswers #Vat7k aiden #Vat7k oc #writingraccoon #tangled oc #tts oc

[hey-michael-young-history]

Imōto

Something that I casually work on because i love Jakeda so much.

When Jacqui Briggs Takahashi took stock of her life, she realized that, despite the traumatic events, she was pretty fortunate. 

She was comfortable in her skin as an Alpha, satisfied with her career, married to an amazing man, beat the odds to have a beautiful daughter with that amazing man, and perhaps most importantly, was able to contribute to her father finding light in the world again. 

Her life wasn't perfect but it was manageable. For the first time in a very long time, she and the people in her life could focus on happiness, not solely on survival. 

Tonight, she was sitting on a swinging bench, in the most comfortable kimino, overlooking a small waterfall with her husband. Her father offered to take Makaira for the weekend and suggested that they take a trip, courtesy of his new boyfriend, who still blushed deeply at being referred to as such. 

Jacqui loved being in Japan, loved seeing Takeda comfortable in his childhood home amongst the Shirai Ryu. Hanzo Hasashi was the ideal father-in-law, always welcoming with such comforting pheromones that stayed with her, no matter where she was in the Fire Gardens. His love easily grew to embrace not only Jacqui, but Makaira as well. 

Kuai Liang was much more reserved but a true Omega who clearly pushed past his discomfort to try being as warm and welcoming as Hanzo. Jacqui remembered that flicker of warmth present when they first met. Now, it was a full flame, cautiously extended to everyone in Hanzo’s life. When Jacqui thought about how good they were for each other, she wondered if she and Takeda were selfish for loving each other and not finding Omegas to help. 

I don’t care if it’s selfish. I love you. Takeda smiled as he touched her knee, then pulled her close. 

How dare you trespass in my mind, she thought, wrapping her arms around him. 

I can’t resist a beautiful mind.

Takeda and his cheesy lines. Should we go find Hanzo and Kuai and invade their dinner plans?

His pheromones muted as he stiffened. Just for a second before he caught himself. No, they’ve got the baby now…

Lì-Yán, Jacqui corrected. And they could probably use some help with her. Or at least some company. 

Hanzo never said it, but Jacqui caught on to the fact that Kuai Liang wasn’t doing well. Pregnancy was a unique experience and the months afterwards could be a hell that she wouldn’t wish on anyone. She got through those months with loving family, supportive friends, and the luxury of preparing for it during her pregnancy– Kuai Liang got the short end of all of that. He had to put all of that to the side to save the realms. 

“I’m sure they’re fine. Hanzo finally has his own kid, I don’t want to disturb them,” Takeda mumbled. 

Hanzo, not “Papa-san.” Jacqui sat up and pulled his head to her chest. “Takeda, don’t say that, babe.”

“Well, he’s not my dad,” he insisted. “My actual dad chose to fight a crime syndicate rather than stick around for me… and still isn’t interested in sticking around for my kid, clearly. and Pap– Hanzo has his own kid to think about.”

Takeda pulled away from her and hung his head. “He shouldn't have to keep taking over for my dad. And I don't want the baby to miss out because he's trying to fix me.”

“Lì-Yán. It’s okay to say her name,” Jacqui teased. 

His pheromones became heavy with the scent of rainfall. She was sorry immediately. “I know, Jacqui.”

“Sorry,” she offered, squeezing his arm. 

“I know it doesn’t make sense but… so much changed when Ice Pop came into the picture…”

“Like us getting pregnant and moving in with Muscle Dad?”

“Just… for so long, everybody was so afraid of Papa-san. So it would just be me and him. And then after the… Havik thing… it was just me and him. Chiyoko was there but she didn’t reveal herself to us for weeks… and…” He frowned as words fled his mind. 

He was wary of Chiyoko at first. That she would distract Hanzo from rebuilding, from him. But Chiyoko was kind, despite the bitter ash of her pheromones and just as focused as Hanzo himself. 

Hanzo Hasashi’s heart belonged to his wife, his Omega, his one true love. And the son who never grew. 

Until that day Takeda knocked on his door and smelled another Omega all over the place. Then, the sweets that Hanzo ordinarily stored for Takeda became Kuai Liang’s. He had to swallow his pride and say he didn’t mind if Hanzo couldn’t officiate his wedding because of Kuai Liang. They never fished or sparred or did anything outside of Shirai Ryu duties because of Kuai Liang. 

But it was fine because Takeda could at least cherish the fact that no one else got to be Hanzo Hasashi’s chosen heir. The pride of the Shirai Ryu. 

Except now… the baby existed. Somehow. How did a male Omega have a kid? How did those two geezers–

Takeda quickly blanked his mind before his mind could take him into the place where his platonic sexual questions were intercepted with his platonic acquaintances. 

The baby was all he ever heard about. Even in America. Watching Kenshi dote over Makaira– when he did show up– was hard enough. But hearing him discuss Hanzo’s baby and referring to her as his niece– it was the final straw. The baby came in and ruined everything for him. 

And he was so stupid to still be so stuck on Kenshi. He was supposed to let it go. To either forgive or shun. Every time he thought he was close, he saw his mother’s worried face telling him it was time to go and he had to go alone. 

“Hey.” At some point, Jacqui had pulled his head onto her chest. Now, she was patting his arm and sitting him up. “You look like you could use some air.”

“We’re already outside.”

“Some different air. Let’s go.”

#mk omegaverse #jacqui briggs #takeda takahashi #jakeda #subscorp #starts fluffy #lovey dovey stuff #Takeda the son #dad mode takeda #Jacqui the problem solver

[nightqueen1221]

rouxls x reader first kiss oneshot maybe?

This is over a month lare I'm so sorry. Pirate Kaard cuz we can.

    It was obvious. You visited him so often, as much as you could. Mindlessly talked about things you both enjoyed. It seemed everyone knew you and the Rouxls had fallen for each other. Lancer, being one of the closest people you two knew, decided to set you two up. As much as he wanted this, he needed help. So away he went to go find his band of helpers.

    "You want us, to help you, set those two up?" Susie asked in a confused voice.

    "Yep! And you're the closest person I know so I want you to help!" He said in a cheery tone.

    "Hey Lancer, I don't think you understand that I'm not really cut out for all that, lovey-dovey type stuff." She paused for a moment. "But you could try Ralsei and Kris. Kris seems to flirt with everyone and Ralsei is pretty good with spells so maybe that could be of use."

    Catching up with the group, both Ralsei and Kris agreed to help. Susie reluctantly joined. Not only was it a bit tough to find out how to set this up, but having to explain things for Susie was another challenge along the way. After everything was done, they all felt rather confident about their plan.

    You started walking to the place you always visited. You were politely greeted by your friend. "Ah, Y/N! Welcome-eth back!" He smiled. You nodded and waved, the same smile as his made it's way onto your face. You mostly helped with organizing his place and keeping track of things since it's hard to do all that by yourself.

    "Lesser Dad! Lesser Dad!" Lancer came running into the room yelling. "What-eth is it, young sire?" Rouxls responed.

    "Can you come here for a second?" Lancer asked. He had a confused look but choose to follow Lancer. You didn't think much of it since after the King was behind bars, Rouxls had become something of a new father to him.

    You continued with what you were left off with. A few minutes passed and he still hadn't come back. You started to look for him and Lancer to see if anything was wrong. You were going to open the door when it opened it self. You saw Kris, Susie, and Ralsei at the door. Susie was clearly a bit shocked to see you standing directly infront of the door. Also because she didn't hit you with how she slammed the door open.

    "Y/N! We were looking for you!" Ralsei said. "Why were you guys looking for me?" You asked.

   "We have a few questions." Kris answered, they were a quite kid but spoke up when needed.

   "About what?"

   "We found this area and we really need your help since you would know about it more than us." Ralsei spoke. You were hesitant and first, thinking about what to say next, but you agreed. The three of them lead you to a secluded area that was strangely beautiful. Everything was filled with a beautiful reddish-purple color. Despite them saying you would know the area better than them, you had know idea about your surroundings, they had been unfamiliar with you.

    "I know you guys wanted me to help you with figuring something out with this but-"

   "Shhhh!" They all whispered as Kris and Ralsei pointed to the middle of the room. Rouxls was standing there, all alone. You could immediately feel your heart start to beat a bit faster. He was just so pretty and the room really made him stand out. You felt something forceful behind you, a push. Surprised, you turned around for a split second to see Susie pushing you and hear Ralsei whisper "Good luck!" with a thumbs up. You turned back to look at Rouxls, he was looking around the room. He suddenly stopped when he noticed you. You could hear him quietly clear his though.

    He was putting up a confident face, but the rest of his body spoke a nervous language. He reached out a hand for you to grab with his usual smile, yet his hand was shaking and slightly sweaty. It looked like it had been straight out of a romantic novel or movie. He pulled you in close enough so you could both clearly see each others faces. You could see him breathe out as if he was to calm himself which he most definitely needed.

    "Thine was told-eth to, um, speak-eth to thou about an important-eth matter." He was struggling to find the right words to say. "S-see Lancer had-est spoken to thine about, well, thou's behavior." What did he mean by behavior? You asked if you had done something wrong. "N-no-est. Thou would never have done-eth that. Rather-eth, both our behaviors. See-" He cut him self off. "Thine can't take it anymore!" He declared grabbing your shoulders and looking into your eyes.

    "Y/N Thine hadst feeling for thou and is hopeing-eth for a mutual bond!" He shouted, obviously scared and waiting for a response. You took a second to respond as you just couldn't believe what just happened, of course with the way he was acting it was kind a dead give away. But it easily could have been something else that he was nervous over.

    "Of course, I've liked you for so long now, and honestly couldn't have asked for a better way for you to show this." You smiled. You two stood there for a second.  He was still shaking from before, but he had calmed down immensely after you accepted him.

    "OH MY GOD! JUST KISS ALREADY!" You hear Susie yell from behind you. Rouxls had started to blush intensely at this remark, but came back with a remark.

    "DOTH THOU WISH-ETH TO RUIN ART!?" He exclaimed. He quietly whispered to you, "But if you would like-est that you may." Blush even more intense that before. You took his consent and pulled him in close so your lips would touch.

    "Yay! We did it!" You hear Lancer, not to far away from his group of friends. He went up and high fived Susie. Of course it was a set up. You just didn't really see it till you were up where you're standing. Rouxls on the other hand...

    "Thoust had set-eth us up!" He said shocked. "Yep! Susie, Kris and Toothpaste Boy helped me as well." Lancer ran up to you two. " Did you like it?" He asked. You nodded your head as Rouxls was still trying to comprehend what is going on. Lancer smiled and ran off to talk to his friends, while you had malfunctioning Rouxls Kaard to deal with.

#Rouxls #rouxls #x reader #request #gn reader #rouxls kaard #rouxls kaard x reader #rouxls kin #deltarune rouxls #rouxls x reader #rouxlsposting #roulxs kaard #Pirate Rouxls cuz I can #deltrune #deltarune x reader #deltarune

[storiesofsvu]

Her Everything Ch 12

Warnings: Language, lil bit of angst A/N: In this universe, there is no face time with Liv, and whatever appearance happens in s22 is non existent from Barba. (eta: this was written before any reappearance of barba so we're pretending it doesn't exist but i clearly had the defense idea before they did lolool)

Roughly four years had passed, you’d dealt with your grief, leaning on Olivia, helping each other through it. They’d been such close friends it affected her in a similar way it hurt you and the two of you were pretty quick to discover you had more in common than you’d realized. True to what she’d told you the day you disclosed about your pregnancy, the squad was more than thrilled with the news (once it was clear that you were excited about it, despite the other situation) and were more than ready and willing to step in and help out whenever they could. Lucy recommended a handful of nanny friends that understood the demanding schedule of an SVU detective that you met with before choosing one to help out with Catalina. Lucia was by at least once a week with dinner, spending as much free time with her granddaughter that she could.

Sonny ended up being the one who stepped up the most, you weren’t surprised, he was the one that didn’t already have his own kids to take care of (or a squad to run). He would spend a couple of evenings a week with the two of you, especially when Catalina was still a newborn, giving you time to shower/eat/attempt to do anything you had to get done. He’d usually spend a few hours cooking to help you meal prep for the week, and everytime you reminded him that he was an absolute godsend.

*

Rafael stood outside the precinct, an uneasiness sitting in the pit of his stomach. He hadn’t planned on returning to New York yet, and most certainly hadn’t planned on returning in this situation, but when Rita called saying she had an open spot at her firm that was his for the taking, he had to jump at the offer. He knew it wasn’t ideal, but the handful of clients he was taking on were mainly embezzlement’s, white collar stuff, people he could avoid SVU with for a bit. Unfortunately for everyone, it didn’t last long, his first case being an assault collar.  And now here he was, outside the 16th precinct, completely unaware of what kind of a welcome he would be getting from anyone he was about to reunite with.

Inside, Olivia stood with Sonny outside of interrogation two, discussing the case at hand.

“He’s lawyered up, we’ve gotta wait to finish talkin’ to him. I’m not risking anything that could be thrown out at trail, do we know who is counsel is?” Sonny sputtered off, half paying attention to his phone.

“No idea.” Liv replied, she felt her phone buzz in her pocket, about to reach for it when a familiar, yet distant voice broke through the hallway.

“I’m here for my client.”

Two heads instantly shot up towards the man, utter shock and confusion splayed across their features. Carisi’s brow furrowed, his usual sunny aura infected with a large ray of darkness, his heart suddenly palpitating in his chest at the thought of going up against an old friend who he considered a mentor the past five years (though a dick for abandoning New York with no notice).

“Barba?!” Liv was the first to speak, her mouth nearly gaping at the sight of the used to be prosecutor back in her squad room. Rafael felt the second cold stab to his gut at the use of his last name, the coolness that was hiding behind her words. “What the hell?”

“My client?” He opted to stick with the cold work route, at least for now, maybe have some (hopefully) friendly chit chat later on. Carisi stepped back, waving an arm towards the interrogation room door. “Thank you detective.”

“It’s Counsellor now…you’d know that if you’d bothered to keep in touch.” The older man gave a stiff nod, disappearing to the other side of the glass, Sonny turned to the Captain, “Did you know he was back?”

“No…” She swiped the message on her phone, wondering what yet another defence attorney could want from her, the text Rita sent simply saying;

‘Take this as my heads up. Morrison’s retained counsel from my firm, it’s Barba. I’ve called Y/N, but maybe try and get her out of the precinct until he’s gone?’

Yeah…that message would’ve been nice to get about five minutes earlier. Olivia sighed, shooting off a quick thanks in reply. She gestured toward the window,

“Keep watching. And you tell him I want him in my office when he’s done in there.”

“‘Course Cap.”

*

You were currently partnered up with Amanda, out in the field chasing down leads on one of your current cases. You were just about to get out of the car to question bar staff where the vic had been drinking the night before when your phone started to buzz with an incoming call.

“You need to take that?”

“No…” Your brows furrowed at the name flashing on the screen, “It’s just Calhoun, probably trying to fend us off.” You silenced the call, shoving your phone back into your pocket before the two of you made you way inside. During your chat you felt your phone buzz a few more times, checking it once you were back in the car.

“Anything important?”

“Labs are back. And Liv says to take an extended lunch? Guess she doesn’t need us back right away?”

In the end, both you and Amanda decided to just grab some take out on the way back to the precinct, eager to get digging through security footage and financial records you’d managed to track down that morning. Right as you stepped out of the elevator your phone started buzzing again, this time with Lucia’s name flashing across the screen. You knew this was one you had to answer, causing you to wave off whatever it was Fin was trying to tell you. Your face morphed into one of worry, moving swiftly through the bull pen to Olivia’s office, not bothering to knock, your attention still half on your phone and half riddled with worry.

“Cap, Catalina fell of the swings, her arm might be bro-ken…” Your heart basically stopped as you glanced up, realizing that she not only had company in her office, but it was none other than Rafael Barba himself. Your brows scrunched, glancing between the two of them, a million emotions rushing through your head. You could feel the blood thumping in your ears, tears practically threatening to sneak into your eyes, you were both utterly enraged and completely heartbroken again all at the same time. It was suddenly like no time had passed, as if he had left you in that cold apartment less than twenty four hours ago.

Rafael felt his heart jump into his throat, Benson said you were out in the field, that you wouldn’t be back til mid afternoon. As much as he’d known his appearance at the 16th could involve a run in with you, and as much as he thought he was prepared, there was no way he was ready for this. His mind flashed back to that night, the disdain and anguish he’d witnessed surge through your eyes, feeling like a complete idiot for not only all of that but the fact that he’d been stupid enough to show back up in New York with absolutely no warning.

“I-uh-what the fuck?!” You barely realized the profanity that slipped from your mouth as you managed to drag your eyes away from your ex to your Captain.

“Calhoun said she called you…”

“She did.” You let out a weary breath, “I ignored it…” Now it made sense as to why you were getting random calls from a defence attorney. He must’ve been brought on by her firm, Rita had been around enough to know about Catalina, and she was a good enough person she was trying to give you a heads up that you’d completely missed.

“Well…Barba here was just explaining to me why the hell he’s working for the defence.” Olivia broke the awkward silence, the infliction and tone of her voice made you aware that she was just as surprised and upset as you were.

“What?! I-“ You couldn’t even manage to look at him, dragging your eyes back to Olivia, “I’ve gotta go, she’s at Mercy.”

“Go. Take the rest of the day.”

“Thank you.” With that you were gone, the door practically slamming behind you loud enough for Rafael to wince. He should’ve known better than to show back up on your turf with no warning, though…that wasn’t the pressing matter at the moment, the words you first uttered when you didn’t know he was in the office echoing through his brain, wires spinning doing his best to understand them but not jump to conclusions.

“Catalina?” His voice was barely over a whisper, his heart hammering in his chest, not missing the importance of the name. Olivia gave a soft sigh, she wished you could’ve been the one to reveal it, but knew there was no getting around it anymore.

“Y/N’s daughter…she turns four in October…you do the math.” Rafael’s eyes raised, filled with surprise and a million other emotions, meeting Olivia’s. Hers were a mix of sympathy and annoyance, being aware of the entire situation, how you’d done your best to contact him without abusing your power as a member of NYPD.

His heart hammered in his chest, a heavy blanket of absolute regret laying over him, he felt like he could absolutely burst in that moment, doing his best to hold it in in front of someone he hoped would become his friend again. He felt horrible, he suddenly regretted every single second of the past near four years, like an idiot for walking out on you in the first place, much less a family he’d been aching for for years? Before you, he’d finally settled into the thought of being alone forever, married to the job like so many before him. But you, you brought out that glimmer of hope that turned into a full blown firework, he knew he wanted nothing more than to be with you, and when he’d proposed, when he saw the ring actually on your finger, he actually started to think about kids, about a family, knowing you were the one that could bring that into his life.

And now he’d gone and completely fucked all of that up. Not only destroying your life, but his ideal one in the same stroke.

*

The emergency room at Mercy was surprisingly not as hectic as you’d expected it to be, you approached the nurses station, flashing your badge to make sure you got in to see your daughter as soon as you could. They directed you to X-ray, where you found Lucia waiting outside the room.

“Oh my God! Y/N! I am so sorry.” She started, grasping at your arm, the worry etched into her face.

“Lucia, it’s fine.” You waved her off, “Cat’s three, she’ll bounce back before we know it.” You did your best to give her a warm smile, “Do they know if it’s the whole arm yet?”

“They think it’s just the wrist.” She paused for a moment, “Tough case?” You quirked a brow, turning to face the woman,

“What?”

“For someone who thinks she’ll bounce back you seem pretty frazzled.” You took a heavy breath, doing your best to make certain the tears that wanted to invade your eyes didn’t.

“It’s not the case.” You glanced up at the older woman, “When I ducked into Benson’s office to ask for the afternoon off I discovered your son inside.”

“What?!” Lucia clearly had no idea that Rafael was back in town, or back working, “You can’t be serious?! Why?”

“I am…he’s working for the defence. I don’t know when he got back. I didn’t exactly wait around for details but Liv might have some later.” You took a deep breath, trying to solidify yourself in the world that was here and now. That you’d done your best to move on, that your daughter had a broken bone and needed you more than some old memory of love.

“I’ll kill him.”

“Lucia!” You half laughed, grasping at her wrist, “Don’t threaten murder in front of a cop, it doesn’t look good.”

“You saying you don’t want him dead?”

“I-“ You sighed heavily, your eyes glancing into the x-ray room to Catalina, “I’m saying that he’s a complete idiotic asshole…especially to show up out of nowhere like this….but…I mean…” Your blurry eyes casted over to meet Lucia’s.

“He broke your heart.”

“He destroyed me completely.” Her hand gripped yours firmly, a sympathetic look in her eyes,

“But Catalina deserves to know him.”

“Exactly.” You let out a huff, wiping away a stray tear, “But how am I supposed to do that when neither of them know about each other? When the absolute last thing I want is for him to be part of my life?”

“We all make sacrifices for the ones we love the most.” Your eyes met Lucia’s this time, knowing exactly what she was insinuating, Rafael’s upbringing hadn’t been easy on either of them. Your face softened at her admission, pulling her into a hug, thankful for the words spoken against your shoulder, “And I’ll be here every step of the way, and I’m not afraid of kicking his ass, he deserves it, deserves to be kicked when he’s down after what he pulled.” You laughed softy, thankful for the affection before Catalina was rolled out of the X-ray room.

She nearly jumped into your arms at the sight of her Mother in the hospital, immediately wincing and crying at the pain in her arm. You held her as gingerly as you could, eyes on the doctor who let you know that her wrist was broken, but as young as she was, as you expected, she would bounce back.

You sent Lucia home, telling her you’d keep her updated on everything before following your toddler down the hall to get a cast. Thankfully the pain pills seemed to be keeping Catalina quiet, picking between colours of a cast (she obviously chose purple) before the doctor finally put it on, leaving you with very detailed instructions for the next few weeks.

Finally free of the hospital you tucked Cat into her car seat, promising her McDonald’s for dinner, which she immediately perked up at, your laugh echoing through the car. Thankful that she seemed to be in better spirits than when you’d arrived at Mercy.

You munched on some chicken nuggets and fries on the couch while you caught up on some Sofia the First, Catalina curled up against you. Your hand softly rubbed her non injured arm, lips gently meeting the top of her head every so often, simply glad that she was okay. She passed out much before her usual bedtime, you figured it was thanks to the leftover anesthesia and little bit of children’s Tylenol you’d been instructed to give her. Tucking her into bed you kissed her forehead gently, making sure her favourite stuffed bear was at her side and her nightlight was turned on before leaving the room, giving her one last soft glance before you pulled the door nearly shut.

Giving a heavy sigh, you double checked your phone, making sure Olivia hadn’t texted needing anything as you poured a glass of wine. Free of having to care for your daughter your brain started to turn back to the fact that Rafael was back in town, the fact that he had changed enough to be able to work for the defence. At first you tried pulling out some case files to distract you, but the thought of Carisi having to go up against someone who was once his friend and mentor made things even worse. You tossed the files aside, refilling your wine before you retreated back to the couch, turning on your most recent tv binge.

It was a few hours later when there was a gentle knock at your door, figuring it was Olivia coming to check up on you, you threw the door open without double checking, your breath hitching in a gasp at the sight of Rafael. Every emotion that raced through you in Olivia’s office earlier came flowing back, and this time, anger took the lead. It took a moment for either of you to find your words, you eventually breaking the silence,

“What the hell are you doing here?”

“I uh..” The man half stuttered, his usual silver tongue failing him, “I took a chance..” He glanced up at you, “You haven’t moved?” You let out a hefty sigh, crossing your arms over your chest,

“It’s a rent controlled apartment halfway between Hogan Place and the precinct. I wasn’t about to give that up just because you left.”

“I..uh..I’m sorry…” You rolled your eyes, exaggerating the groan at the way Rafael was all of a sudden so timid, if he had the balls to be a defence attorney he should have the balls to stand up to his ex.

“Sure.” You snipped, “Wanna tell me why you’re really here?”

“Catalina..” His eyes finally moved up to meet yours, you could see the ache echoing through them. Rafael knew deep in his gut that he already knew the answer, he just needed to hear it from you, he needed to know more, and only you could give him that.

“Fine.” You turned, moving from the door, letting Rafael into your apartment. He quietly shut the door behind himself. You made a gesture for him to still stay in the entrance way as you grabbed your wine, “What’d’you wanna know?”

“She’s nearly four..is she…?” His question was hesitant, not even wanting to vocalize his suspicions, hating himself for the potential reply.

“Yours?” You shot back, “You really think I would have a kid with someone else and name her after your Abuelita?” You could feel the tears building in your eyes, doing the best to hold them back.

“I..I have a daughter?” Rafael choked out, his brain immediately turning defensive, aggravated, “Why wouldn’t you tell me?” That caused you to round on him, the anger taking over inside you.

“Don’t you think I TRIED! You cut yourself off from everyone! You left the state, you changed your phone number, your email, cancelled all of your social media’s, you didn’t even give your Mother any information! I did everything I could without accessing police databanks to find you! You have no one to blame for this but yourself!”

“I’m sorry…I wish I had known.” He attempted to move toward you, you stepped back, “Can I please see her?” You saw the sorrow written across his face but you weren’t about to let it slide,

“There not a single reason I can think of for me to let you see her! You may be her father, but I am her everything!” You rolled your eyes, “Besides it’s past 9pm, you clearly know nothing about children if you think a three year old would still be up this late.”

“What about this weekend?”

“Rafael! She doesn’t even know you exist!”

“What?” He felt his voice catch in the back of his throat, unable to come to terms with everything, “What did you tell her?”

“She’s young enough I didn’t have to say anything. Once she was old enough I figured I’d try to contact you again and if you didn’t answer I’d tell her the truth…that you left without knowing.”

“I’m sorry..”

“You keep saying that!” You spat back, taking a swig of your wine, you were both so involved in the argument you both missed the pitter patter of small feet in the hallway.

“Momma…” A small voice broke into your thoughts, “It hurts…” Both of your heads shot towards the the hall, where Rafael was met with a small girl, emerald eyes wide as saucers looking between the two of you, stuffed bear clutched in her un-injured arm. You instantly grabbed the bottle of pain killers and a bottle of water from the island before you scooped up you daughter in your other hand.

“I’m sorry baby, I know it hurts, let’s get you back to bed, it’ll hurt less after you take this.” You disappeared down the hallway, Rafael hearing murmurings of converstaion between you and his daughter, wishing he could be part of the relationship, hating that he’d stayed away for so long. It took a few moments before you finally shut the door, coming back out to the entrance.

“The bear…” Rafael began, glancing up at you, emotion shining through his green eyes, “Looks just like one of mine…” You sighed heavily,

“She got it from Lucia..” You began, “We have dinner with her every Sunday, they practice Spanish together.”

“Really?”

“Who else was I supposed to turn to when the love of my life vanished? You left us with no one, what did you expect?!” He flinched at the agony cracking through your resolve, you were doing your best to keep a strong front but he could tell you were inches away from slipping.

“I’m so sorry..if I had known…”

“You would’ve what?!” You cut him off, “You would’ve come back for her, but not for me? The moment you made me give you that ring back everything ended, even if something like this was about to happen, you betrayed me Rafael, and I’ll never forget it.” He took a heavy sigh, your words causing a shudder throughout his body, the regret sinking through him.

“I would have done better. I want to do better. I’m back in New York now, for good. I would deeply appreciate it if I was able to officially meet her. She doesn’t need to know who I am yet, I could just be a friend, we could do it at Mami’s.”

Giving a hefty sigh, you chewed on your lip, thinking the situation over. Catalina deserved to know her father, she deserved to have a full family, you didn’t want to be the one holding back that experience from her, knowing she’d probably resent you later in life when she found out.

“Fine. But under no circumstance are you able to tell Catalina that you’re her father.”

“But—“

“You left without warning last time! How am I supposed to know you won’t do it again? I don’t trust you Rafael.” You nearly growled,  Rafael’s eyes not able to meet yours at the comment.

“Okay…” He admitted to the defeat easier than you’d expected him to, it was clear he truly felt bad. Rafael was slowly realizing just how drastic his measures had been, and that popping back up at your precinct, working for the other team probably wasn’t the best idea.

“We usually go over around 5. Do yourself a favour and call your Mother…she misses you.” He gave you a small nod, understanding that the conversation was over, turning to leave your apartment.

His body flinched at the sharp shutting of the door behind him, knowing that you weren’t about to welcome him back into your life with open arms. There was a flurry of emotions running through his body as he stepped out into the street, he already felt like an idiot for walking out on you, but knowing that he’d also left behind a daughter, that he’d left you alone to raise his child? He felt like he would never be able to gain your trust or respect back fully. He regretted not leaving a number, that he could have at least been somewhat in contact, even if he was too embarrassed to show his face in the legal world after the Baby Drew debacle, he could have at least been part of Catalina’s life from the start. Then again, maybe you didn’t want him anywhere near your baby after he was put to trial for murdering one

#rafael barba #rafael barba x reader #her everything #law and order #law and order svu #svu #law and order special victims unit

[bidisaster-peanut-romano]

Do you have any headacanons surrounding about how the townies (like Otto, Gurney, etc) acted before they were expelled? did they know/get along with eachother before they were expelled ?

nonnie!!! i LOVE this question!!

starting from your examples, gurney wasn't expelled, he just. dropped out at some point

i'm not sure if he went to the bullworth academy?? he probably attended the public school, and dropped out because he just... couldn't get himself interested in academic knowledge, yknow?

he was always friends with edgar, though; he's the eldest among the townies (23 yo) and really just keeps hanging out with them because of the friendship

otto attended bullworth, but he never really fit in, so to say

he always pretty much kept to himself, often overwhelmed by the chaotic crowd, plus he really wasn't in a good place mentally

he did get good results though, and the grades would've been in the sky if he didn't fight with teachers often

before the end of his freshman year, he was hospitalized after a breakdown and he never went back to school

duncan was a nerd; melvin was his best friend and also the only one he was out to

they were also the two nerds of the time who were better at humanistic subjects than scientific ones (he had a special repulsion for biology)

and he loved to cosplay too!! melvin still is insecure about his body, but duncan was almost able to convince him to try too

but he dropped out during sophomore year, crushed by the continuous bullying davis i'm looking at you

he recognized otto from the school when they met again (they weren't in the same classes, but they did notice each other from time to time)

zoe is the illegitimate daughter of bif's mother and a cook at the mansion, but was adopted by her mother who lives in blue skies

she grew up very close to edgar, so he welcomed her in his group of friends when she was expelled

she hated mandy with a passion, because of how fake she was. she was just in time to meet lola before getting expelled; she would've actually like to be her friend, but then she saw how lola got along with mandy and turned alll the way around

(she regrets having missed the fight that broke their friendship)

she got along with most of the girls actually, but there was no one she was actually able to connect with (alexa play girls by marina) nor was she interested in joining any clique

before she went away, galloway gave her a list of books she might have wanted to read, despite not being his student anymore. she read them all.

omar was a prankster back in high school

he ended up getting expelled for blowing up dr. watts' lunch, but he doesn't regret it one bit

he wasn't in any clique, but he was very popular and got along with pretty much everyone in the school

he wasn't a great student, but he really was there only to annoy people and have fun

he grew up next to edgar, despite not being his friend; they grew closer after omar was expelled and started hanging out with him

leon had a really hard time keeping up with the pace of assignments and the school life in general, but he was called lazy the whole time

he did have a special inclination towards music, but mrs. peters wasn't able to defend him on her own with the other teachers all the time

he was friends with omar when they were in school, so he knew exaclty where to go once he dropped out

jerry always liked to read and study, but somehow it never brought him far in school

one thing that the teachers would always say is that he was brilliant, but never got the notions right

he always felt that everything school tried to teach him, he could do it better by himself and there was obviously some issue of miscommunication

so he dropped out recently even; he wasn't in any clique though, as he still preferred to hang out, in his free time, with the other blue skies kids; he was especially friends with leon so he already knew that friend group

edgar attended the public school, but he had to drop out before his junior year started, so that he could work and bring money home after his father died

he regrets not being able to finish his education; he aspires to get back at it again, maybe one day whne he'll be in a better place economically

growing up he spent a lot of time wandering around the neighborhood, so he was able to assemble the townies through his friendship

they are really just a group of friends hanging out often, y'know; it's onyl with gary's intervention that they ended up into the rigid system of cliques next to the school ones

(jimmy is a honorary member though)

and last but not least clint

CLINT, MY MAN

i could make a whole post about that era but

he was a greaser back in bullworth, and a high ranking one too (he was a junior when johnny was a freshman and took over the clique, plus good friends with the leader of the time)

he liked to hang out with the freshmen, introduce them to the school, always loved to make them feel included (he was the one to teach norton how to make piercings)

he thought johnny would've been a cool kid, if he didn't take himself too seriously

despite not being italian (he is of irish descents) he was the best at trump, scopa or any game involving neapolitan cards really, his only rival was ricky who grew up with his father coming from naples

hence the casino incident that got him expelled

#THIS POST WAS SO LONG. but im so glad you sent me this nonnie tysm <3 #i had a lot of fun. also bc i dont often think abt the townies despite actually liking them #bully #canis canem edit #bully canis canem edit #bully scholarship edition #bully anniversary edition #cce #headcanons #asks open #odyposts #townies #dropouts #edgar munsen #omar romero #otto tyler #gurney bully #duncan bully #jerry bully #leon bully #clint aka henry #zoe taylor

[fatestaxes]

Death and Taxes HC’s:

Vacation/Earth Life

Fate:

- For the time he was stuck in the offices, he would just sit in his small library and write (both for his novel and just journaling, hopes and dreams or just complaining about his job).

- if he ever made it to earth, he’d join a small writers club, change his name, and just spend his whole new life doing whatever he felt like.

- Going shopping, going to the beach, going to the park, you name it. He’d probably find entertainment anywhere considering what his previous life was like.

- In fact, he would probably be overwhelmed with everything there is to do.

- He needs a nap and some therapy too. Maybe he’ll make some friends there, who knows.

- After adventuring a bit, He’d find a few -1 or 2- close friends (probably from the writers club) and just chill w/ them in a small restaurant or cafe in the town

- He wasn’t very close with the rest of the club members because he came off as cold/uncaring to them

- he’d think about revealing his past life, but would most likely just end up trying to forget about it and move on completely. Although they might find out, considering the fact that he has literally NO social skills and doesn’t know any general human-life skills (eating food, social ques, slang, behavior, etc.)

- Would be repulsed by how similar a lot of schools are to his previous office job (very restrictive)

- He’d be able to sympathize with the ‘older’ students (high school, college) who are already like- over it.

- He would also probably make a friend with some minimum wage worker he meets at a coffee/tea shop or something

- “Im not paid enough to care about what management does” and Fate would be like “you’re so right” and now they’re besties

- makes a good amount of money as a writer, he publishes an actual novel he wrote and a copy of his journal that he used to write in from the offices (it was marketed as fantasy, which was fine by him, less explaining to do)

Grim:

- They would probably be content with a small corner in town that they would frequent.

- They hadn’t been in the office as long as Fate so they didn’t have a major desire to venture out very much.

- In the offices, Grim would socialize with the other reapers, so they still had some company.

- Despite this, they still have a bit of trouble socializing with humans- but when they try and wing it for the first time, they do fairly well.

- They might decide to join some sort of art club (pottery, painting, that kind of stuff)

- They would try to befriend everyone, and they came across as pretty nice, so they were welcomed and fairly liked by most of the people in the club.

- Although they wanted to befriend everybody, they found three very close friends that they hung out with every weekend

- Fate and Grim both ended up in the same town (probably because their clubs or somethn) and were hanging out with their respective friends when they all bumped into each other. Awkward introductions ensue.

The Archivist:

- Actually enjoyed their job in the death dept. so they’d miss the endless shelves of books and knowledge.

- They’d find their way into any town library and just start reorganizing the books.

- checks out 5 or more books at a time, whenever they visit.

- Perfectly content to live and be alone, but might find someone who shared an interest in learning at a library.

- Would open up their own bookshop (named The Archives -no surprise there-) as their job/Lifestyle, Grim is their first loyal customer.

- They would be fascinated with humanity’s creativity in both visual art and literature.

#grim death and taxes #fate death and taxes #death and taxes fate #death and taxes game #death and taxes archivist

[tolkien-feels]

Okay, now I'm extremely invested in the potential Legolas & Arwen headcanons you might have. Care to share with the class? Pleeeeeaseee??? *Bambi eyes*

Yes I do care!

Although it'd be easy enough to headcanon Legolas and Arwen know each other pre-canon, I usually don't? Mostly, I transfer his relationship with the twins to his relationship with Arwen - he must've seen them when he's in Rivendell for the Council, but he acts as though he's not friends with the twins in any way, so I assume the same goes for Arwen. And the reason I prefer that is because I headcanon Legolas hasn't spent too much time traveling, and Arwen is almost always either at Rivendell or Lothlorien, so I find it more credible (and fun) if their paths don't meet until the Fourth Age, and then they become closely tied together.

I keep calling them siblings-in-arms-in-law because in my mind, that really is how they initially related to each other. Legolas would want to like Aragorn's bride (not that this is hard. People seem to like Arwen, which doesn't surprise me because she's basically Elrond and everybody seems to love Elrond), while Arwen would want to like everybody in the Fellowship, especially the other two Hunters.

The difference between Legolas and the rest of the Fellowship, though, is that Legolas is an elf. He will outlive Aragorn, and he knows that. Arwen probably suspects the same. And given the way Aragorn is, he's probably like, actively hoping Legolas and Arwen will hit it off so they can talk to each other about this. So really, it's in everyone's best interest that this friendship happens.

Besides that, Legolas and Gimli are a buy one get two deal, and after Galadriel sails, I bet Gimli decides he's honor-bound to devote himself to Galadriel's next-of-kin (which is why I headcanon Gimli and Celeborn become close, as do the twins, but that's a different topic), so hey would you look at that, another point of connection!

My point is that I think this relationship would be very natural and uncontrived. They just... have things in common and their social circle overlaps a lot. I also think that if Arwen hadn't already been a pretty serious person before (and I think she was), her father's departure would have made her so, so I headcanon that she would welcome Legolas's trademarked cheerfulness.

Speaking of which, in terms of actual dynamics, what I'm headcanoning is basically that after they're past the "our thing in common is Aragorn" stage (which probably happens fairly fast - Legolas has a very strong tendency to speedrun his relationships, and I don't think Arwen would mind going along with that), Arwen would become sort of a big sister figure, almost? Which is different for her because she only has elder brothers, and different for Legolas because I headcanon he's an only child. It's also natural because it's not too different from the dynamic Aragorn and Legolas have, except that Arwen is also literally older than Legolas (in my headcanons anyway), while Aragorn is technically younger despite his huge "I am responsible for Legolas's education" energy.

Besides, there's a weird lack of big sisters in Tolkien, and I want to change that :D

I could probably go on but this is already too long. But given half a reason to dive deeper I absolutely will

[sakis-sweets]

The same anon for the Uekiya x Taro ship just head canons would do mb having late night 3AM thoughts. </3

ohhhhhh ok yes in that case! happy to do it! so taro x uekiya if it were m/m and then if it were w/w? OK! (I don't know if this counts as headcanons but I'm trying-)

M/M

The leader of the gardening club being a man would help normalize men being interested in girly things like flowers (conservative school go brrrrr) so Taro would probably join the gardening club

Uekiya and Taro would quickly get along since they both end up taking care of the other clubmates and end up becoming known as the club's two older brothers

Common sentiments are "man it's so unfortunate that you're both guys otherwise you'd be soulmates!" And then they go "haha yeah" but in actuality they're freaking out but also very happy

Initially they both got lots of confessions but they started slowing down since they rejected all of them

People started to joke that they were dating each other, and behind closed doors, they were

Uekiya makes Taro feel like he can be himself, Taro makes Uekiya feel like he has someone he can rely on and be weak around

The two remain together (assuming Ayano isn't around) and eventually come out after Akademi and get married in a botanical garden using books (gardening guides and Taro's favorite novels) as centerpieces

W/W

Taeko (that's Taro!) feels pressured to join a club and joins the gardening club since there is no literature club

Despite her inherent displeasure at being forced to join a club, Uekiya does her best to make Taeko feel welcome and happy so Taeko quickly gets used to the idea

Uekiya plans outings for the entire club to integrate Taeko into their friend circle and Taeko grows a deep respect for and admiration of Uekiya

It takes a year for Taeko to realize that her feelings are romantic attraction and she isn't able to confess her feelings until graduation

Uekiya is EXTREMELY flustered and surprised by this confession, but she's never seen Taeko advocate so strongly for herself and something she wanted, so she promises to think about it and give Taeko an answer later

Uekiya thinks about Taeko and how much she's grown over their time at Akademi and has become more sociable and more eager to offer help and be part of a team effort and Uekiya strongly admires Taeko's ability and willingness to grow and change

Uekiya also decides that Taeko is extremely beautiful and then agrees to go out with Taeko and they keep their relationship pretty low key and secret for the first year of uni but then they have to come public once the two of them propose to each other (they both bought rings and tried to propose at the same time)

Everyone is SHOCKED but then super happy and supportive!

They live an eco-friendly lifestyle with lots of plants and bookshelves and they also knit/crochet

#yandere simulator #yansim #taro yamada #uekiya engeika #taro x uekiya #taeko yamada #genderbend