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bumblesimagines · 3 years

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Imagine:

Meeting Iago on your first day

Request: Yes or No

Just want to make it clear, despite everything that Iago went thru, he was still toxic and used suicide multiple times to manipulate Viruca. He clearly does have a good side unlike Nate and Niragi which is the only reason I'm writing for him. I'm thinking about turning this imagine into a possible fic series in the future but the relationship won't be sunshine and rainbows. (Y/N) is male in this. I'm starting to prefer second person view.

You walked down the hall, gaze forward and bouncing from student to student. Galicia was a small town where everyone knew everyone which meant unfamiliar faces were spotted easily. Luckily, it seemed like most students preferred to get information from each other rather than try to get to know you. You turned a corner, passing by two guys. The sound of a grunt and thud caught your attention, making you stop and turn towards the guys. It seemed like the two were friends and rough housing.

"Mind your business." The one pinning the other guy sneered, a grin appearing on his face. Your eyes flickered to the guy before to the window, suprised to find the window was fine considering how hard the impact sounded.

"He's new, Iago." The pinned guy pointed out, wincing slightly. He'd probably be sore for a bit. Iago let his friend go, rolling his eyes.

"I know that, Roi. I'm not fucking stupid." Iago huffed, turning his predatory gaze back onto you. The bully and his minion. How fun. You turned away from them as Iago opened his mouth, taking out your phone when it buzzed. You answered the text from your mother, finding the teacher's lounge. You knocked twice, entering and heading down the steps towards the table. A woman gave you a smile, putting on her classes and looking over a paper.

"(Y/N) (L/N)?" She asked, looking up at you for confirmation. You nodded, approaching her. She gave a wide smile.

"Welcome to Novariz, my dear. Here's a list of your teachers, the subjects, and the classroom number. My name is Marga. If you need anything or have any questions, I'm here for you and so is the rest of the staff." Marga gave a warm smile, resting a gentle hand on your shoulder. She seemed nice enough. You looked over the paper, nodding.

"Thanks." You mumbled, folding it after memorizing the classroom number. Marga nodded, taking off her glasses.

"Let me know if anyone causes you trouble, sweetheart. I'll take it care of it." You nodded, turning around and leaving the lounge. You glanced at the numbers, finding your locker before finding the classroom. You entered, catching the attention of some of the students. You took an empty seat, resting your head on your fist. The bell rang as the teacher entered, students sitting down and looking forward. The teacher looked over her students, gaze landing on you. A smile broke out onto her face.

"As you all can tell by now, we have a new student! Let's make him feel welcomed. I'm Raquel and I'll be your literature teacher. (Y/N), would you like to stand and say some things about yourself? Just so your classmates and I can get to know you better."

"I'm good." You replied, hearing snickers come from the students as Raquel quirked a brow but nodded, turning and picking up some chalk. You took out your notebook, writing down some notes until you felt someone burning holes into the back of your skull. You turned your head, making eye contact with Iago. You looked forward when he sent you a smirk. It was gonna be a long year.

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i-have-feelings-bitch · 3 years

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el desorden que dejas - the ending iago and roi deserved

so my beloved @roifernandez made me watch the show like a week ago and since we have literally no clue on how iago and roi are handling the aftermath, we sat together, aljoscha basically threw sentences at me and i created our own little happy ending for them. hope you like it! ♡

1.2k words // Iago x Roi // hurt&comfort // angst with happy ending

Raquel’s eyes are soft and understanding. Her voice is still husky, when she simply says, „It’s okay, Iago. None of this was your fault“.

Iago struggles to hold her gaze and eventually looks away. He knows he can’t fight back his tears any longer, so he turns to go back to his room without another word.

Shakily, he places one foot in front of the other. With every step though, Iago feels the darkness clawing at the back of his head, demanding entrance to his conscience, seeking awareness, trying to push him over the edge. He fails to keep his thoughts from starting to spin. His face twists in pain when everything that happened emerges in his mind once again, every horrible little detail visualizing in front of his inner eye. Iago’s legs can’t carry him any longer, so he just sinks down onto one of the terribly clean chairs in the hospital hallway. He doesn’t care if anyone sees him like that, he doesn’t care that he looks like he just crawled out of a dumpster; he certainly feels like he did.

A sob shakes his whole body, tears are now running down his cheeks in an endless stream, his heart feels like it’s going to collapse right in his chest. Desperate for any kind of support or stability, Iago clenches his hands into fists, his fingers entangling and his knuckles turning white from the force. Buckling over, Iago rests his forehead on his hands, a storm of self-hatred, guilt and black despair raging inside of him.

He cannot remember the last time he cried. It feels horrible, he feels horrible.

A desire creeps up in his chest, a desire he hasn’t felt in a long time. The desire to fill the void of loneliness. That very loneliness that has been a part of him for as long as he can remember; that very loneliness that has made its home inside of him and never wanted to leave.

He doesn’t want to be alone anymore. He’s sick of it.

Before Iago can lose the sudden will to look for company, he gets up and, without really thinking about the direction he’s heading in, strides down the hospital hallways, his legs and feet taking over while the tears are still blurring his eyesight.

Two soft knocks draw Roi’s attention to the door. He didn’t expect to have any more visitors today. Roi doesn’t have time to answer though, as the door is opened not a second later. The view he’s given has his heartbeat staggering. It’s Iago. His Iago. With tears all over his face, a deeply pained expression on his pretty features, and his eyes so full of sadness that it has a stinging ache jolting through Roi’s chest.

Iago doesn’t quite meet Roi’s gaze, be it because of the tears or whatever other reason, Roi doesn’t care. All he wants is to hold Iago, hold his pieces together.

Silently, Iago closes the door behind him. His usually square shoulders are slumped down as if to hide himself, the rest of his body looking oddly small and lost in the hospital gown. Without a word, Iago takes a step towards Roi’s bed, but falters slightly in the motion. Raising his eyes to lay them upon Roi, he inaudibly asks for comfort, for help.

Roi feels like a cold hand is reaching for his heart, crushing it in its powerful fist, rendering him motionless. He’s never seen Iago like that before. Not when he dragged him out of that bathroom with Viruca, not even when Viruca died.

Forcing himself to break free from his momentary, circumstantial rigidity, Roi is quick to shuffle over to one side of the bed, although it is already fairly small. Offering Iago a hideout, he lifts his blanket.

It takes a weight off his mind when Iago actually moves, albeit slowly and carefully, to lie down next to Roi. His body radiates coldness, so Roi cautiously shifts closer, drawing the blanket across Iago and himself.

He’s unsure how to act other than that. Iago is shaking next to him, so obviously desperate for care, for love. Hesitantly, Roi moves to lay an arm around his friend, but is interrupted by Iago, who suddenly moves.

An ugly sob is breaking its way out of Iago’s throat and he turns to press his face into Roi’s hospital robe, hiding. His fingers cling to the fabric, clawing into it, and his whole body is jolted by his heavy crying.

Roi clenches his jaw, it utterly breaks him to see Iago like that. He feels tears welling up in him as well. Finally, he carefully pushes his arms to either of Iago’s sides, catching him in a soft, comforting embrace. Roi wants to help him better – he wants to say something, anything that would make the pain go away, at the least soften it. But he can’t think of any words that would change the situation, because it’s the truth. It’s the horrible truth, that they now have to live with. That Iago now has to live with. All Roi can do right now is hold his friend in his arms, and he does.

They lie like this for an eternity. Roi doesn’t know how much time has passed, for how long they have kept this hug, motionless, soundless, save for Iago’s sobs. But Roi couldn’t care less about time. Looking down upon the mess that was Iago, Roi can’t stop himself from lowering his head and gingerly pressing a light kiss on his head.

For a second, it has Iago pulling onto Roi’s hospital gown even tighter, searching for comfort, but eventually, Iago withdraws a little – only to look up at Roi, his eyes watery and brows tightly drawn together. His voice is hoarse and it breaks a little when he quietly whispers, “Thank you, Roi.”

Roi doesn’t know what to respond. He just gazes at his friend, finding himself – once again – lost in his facial features. Even now, Iago is the most beautiful person to Roi.

Without really realizing what he’s doing, he lowers his head, his face approaching Iago’s like in slow motion, until he can feel Iago’s warm breath stroking his own cheekbone. He pauses for a second, silently asking for consent and giving Iago some time.

Roi feels the slightest pull on his hospital robe and it’s the last breeze to push him over the edge, his lips meeting Iago’s in a feather-like touch. A ball of warmth and contentment erupts in Roi’s chest, his eyes fluttering shut. It never felt like that when they kissed before, he knows this time it would be different. Everything would be different, better.

Barcelona was loud and busy, but also calm and soothing when he needed it to. Sometimes he would just sit by the window, look down upon the street and pick out a random person to follow them with his eyes until they vanished from his view. It was a rocky road they had to go, and still have to go. But Roi was right there by his side, all the way through judicial hearing, through the imprisonment of his father, through therapy.

He heard indistinct clattering from the kitchen and a soft smile spread across his lips. Life was different now, it was better. Roi taught him how to feel real love, and taught him what it meant to be loved. How it felt to be loved. And it felt amazing.

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