#ALSO IGNORE THAT I GOT MY LEFT AND RIGHT MIXED UP DON'T LOOK AT ME

[churchydraws]

made an Ultra oc based on my fwuma plush! Ultraman Dart, often called Fuzzy by humans, is a native of CM78, which is often called the planet of love and peace, and for good reason, as the planet has essentially achieved world peace, only have been invaded once, which ended in failure. Dart came to Earth on accident, but after experiencing life off the sheltered planet he was born on, he doesn't think he could go back and settle back into a sheltered lifestyle, and chooses to stay on Earth to help protect it from danger. He typically stays in his basic form, the one on the top right, which is around a foot tall, though he can of course become Ultra sized or human sized. his Ultra size is maintained by how stressed he is, rather than how much light he has access to, as is the case for all CM78 Ultras. CM78 Ultras also all have a layer of fur.

[a2l1y1]

Jealous Ellie.

Summary ➜ : it’s Ellie’s birthday and you go around shopping with your location off. You muted Ellie and avoided her the entire day to not spoil your secret surprise to her until she assumed you were cheating.

WARNINGS ➜ : smut, use of strap, sex, cursing, degrading, praising, a lot of jealousy. ETC.

PS : my grammar isn’t the best but enjoy !! Ignore mistakes or horrible spelling.

It was Ellie’s birthday. Ellie was super attached to you, as in VERY. you loved it but it was also a tiny problem when it came for her birthday or general gift giving. Her birthday was getting closer each day and you had nothing. No clue on what to give her and more since she always followed you everywhere. And then you realized, Ellie had bragged about getting this cologne she always wanted but she never had the time to buy it, that was your ticket. Only problem was, Ellie.

When Ellie felt asleep on one of her naps, you decided that it’ll be the perfect cue to go quickly to the store, so you put on your pants and left to find that perfume. You were gone for hours, and Ellie woke up without your presence near her.

- -

Yes, Ellie had tracked your phone to see where you were - but for her defense, you weren’t replying and she grew angsty and worried. But those feelings immediately changed when she got to your location, only to see you inside a store, talking to a man. She was about to turn around until she saw that man putting his hand on your shoulder.

‘Oh fuck no’. Ellie walked in, jealousy and possessiveness crawling inside her body. She stopped besides you, only to give a cold glare to the man. “Move the fuck off.”, she grunted and the man confused walked away. Ellie’s face turned to you. She didn’t say a word before grabbing your hand and walking to the store restrooms.

She pushed you inside, locked the door before talking. “Trying to get a new best friend, huh? I think you need a little reminder of who you belong to.”, she told you, as she was undoing her belt with one hand. “F-fuck Ellie what are you doing??!” You widened your eyes as you couldn’t understand why was Ellie this harsh. Ellie smirked, her eyes dark with possessiveness. “Oh, baby, don't you worry your pretty little head. I'm just here to remind you who the fuck you belong to,” she growled, her voice dripping with a mixture of dominance. She took a step closer, her body pressed against yours, her hand gripping your jaw tightly. “You think you can just talk to some random guy without my permission? Play nice, sweetheart, or I'll have to teach you a lesson.”

You couldn’t understand what was Ellie yapping about but you were certain you could feel her strap poking you slightly from her jeans. “Babe I wasn’t doing anything wrong I swear”

Ellie let out a dark chuckle, her grip on your jaw tightening slightly. "Oh, babe, you really think I give a fuck about what you were or weren't doing? You're mine, and that means I get to decide what's right and wrong," she said, her voice laced with a mix of smugness and possessiveness. Her fingers trailed down your neck, her touch sending shivers down your spine. "But hey, since you're so eager to prove your innocence, how about you show me just how loyal you really are?"

She pressed herself against you, the unmistakable bulge in her jeans pressing against your thigh. "Get on your knees, baby. Show me just how sorry you are for even thinking about talking to someone else," she commanded, her voice dripping with a heady mix of desire. Your face was entirely flushed. How on earth did you got in such position? Obediently, you got on your knees, embarrassed by whoever got into these bathrooms. “Els.. these bathrooms are public, people can hear us..” you lowly spoke as you tried to grab Ellie’s hand.

Ellie's eyes flickered with a mischievous glint as she looked down at you on your knees. She smirked, her gaze filled with an intoxicating mixture of desire and lust. "Oh, baby, don't you worry about that. Let 'em hear," she replied, her voice low and husky. She ignored your attempt to grab her hand, instead using her free hand to grip your hair firmly, her fingers tangling in the strands.

She tilted her head down, bringing her lips close to your ear, her voice a low growl. "You think I give a fuck about who hears us? I want them to know who you belong to." With that, she slowly unzipped her jeans, the sound of the zipper cutting through the silence of the restroom. Her strap sprang free, thick and hard, and she guided your head towards it, her grip on your hair not allowing any resistance. "Now, darling, show me just how much you want to please me," she commanded, her words filled with a mixture of demand and eagerness. You shut your eyes off immediately, gulping down at the feeling of just being caught. Ellie was always this jealous for the least situation possible but deep down you knew you loved it. “Baby, what if instead of sucking it we can just talk things out…?” You gave her a worried and fake smile, trying to avoid any scenes and specially from old granny’s who loved calling the police.

Ellie's eyes narrowed as she looked down at you, her grip on your hair tightening slightly. "Talk things out? Oh, sweetheart, we've been talking for fucking years and it hasn't done shit. Actions speak louder than words," she scoffed, her voice filled with a mix of frustration and desire. She pressed her cock against your lips, the tip grazing your mouth teasingly. "But hey, if you're so eager to avoid a scene, how about you use that pretty little mouth of yours to keep quiet while I fuck it? We'll save the talking for later, when I'm done with you."

She leaned in closer, her voice a low, seductive whisper. "Or maybe you want everyone to hear you scream, huh? Maybe you want them to know just how much you crave my cock?" Her words were filled with a mocking edge, taunting you with the idea of being caught and exposed.

You couldn’t help but to look up at Ellie’s face. Opening your mouth softly as you couldn’t help but to admire her lustful green eyes, darkened by the dirty thoughts she’d been running with. She knew she could take full possession of you, you’d obey her immediately.

Ellie's lips curled into a smug grin as she met your gaze, her eyes filled with a mix of desire and dominance. She saw the flicker of obedience in your eyes, and it only fueled her own lustful desires. She tightened her grip on your hair, guiding your head forward until her cock was pressed against your waiting lips.

"That's it, baby," she purred, her voice laced with smug satisfaction. "You know exactly who you belong to. Open that pretty little mouth of yours and show me just how much you crave me." With a firm yet gentle push, she slid her strap past your lips, the taste of the thick plastic filling your mouth. Ellie’s eyes stayed locked on your face, relishing in the sight of your obedience and submission.

You were hers, completely, and she was going to make sure you never forgot it. You gagged as tears formed on your eyes. You hated being teased and specially when you would normally become needier for more. You tried to grab Ellie’s jeans a little tighter, begging her to stop.

Ellie’s grip on your hair loosened slightly as she noticed the tears welling up in your eyes. She could sense your need, your desperation, but she also knew the power she held over you. She leaned in closer, her voice filled with a mix of concern and dominance. "Aw, baby, don't cry. You know I can't resist when you beg," she said, her tone a mixture of smugness and affection.

She pulled back, allowing you a moment to catch your breath, but her hand remained firmly on your head, guiding you as she dictated the pace. Ellie’s eyes never left your face, her gaze filled with a mix of lust and adoration. "Tell me, baby, what do you want? Use those pretty little words of yours and tell me exactly how you need it." She wanted to hear your plea, to hear the desperation in your voice as you begged for more.

“please baby… fuck me please.” You begged between stutters, your throat feeling fully weak. You have always been sensitive by Ellie’s touch and movements, you loved and hated that. You couldn’t help but to look at her with pleading doe eyes, needy for her to fuck you whole.

Ellie's lips curled into a wicked grin as she heard your desperate plea. She loved seeing you like this, vulnerable and begging for her touch. She let out a low chuckle, her voice thick with desire. "Oh, baby, you know just how to get what you want," she replied, her tone filled with a mix of smugness and satisfaction.

Without hesitation, Ellie released her grip on your hair and pushed you against the wall of the restroom. She wasted no time in unbuttoning your pants and pulling them down, revealing your needy and soaked cunt. Her own desire was evident, her cunt throbbing with anticipation just to fuck you with her strap and feel your walls. She positioned herself at your entrance, teasing you with the tip before pushing in, a low groan escaping her lips. Swearing she could feel it as much as you did.

Ellie’s movements were possessive and intense, her hands gripping your hips tightly as she thrust into you with a hunger that matched your own. She looked into your pleading doe eyes, her voice low and filled with a mix of dominance and affection. "You're mine, baby. Mine to fuck, mine to please. And I'm gonna give you exactly what you need." And just by her words you could already feel yourself reaching your ecstasy. Needing to cum immediately, your loud and pornographic moans filling the restroom as you pleaded; “els els im s’close God I’m gonna cum—”

Ellie's eyes flickered with a mixture of amusement and desire as she felt your body tensing, on the edge of orgasm. She could see the desperation in your eyes, the need for release, and she was more than happy to oblige. She continued thrusting into you, her pace quickening as she aimed to push you over the edge.

"Let go, baby," she growled, her voice dripping with arousal. "Cum for me. Show me just how fucking good I make you feel." Ellie’s hand moved to your clit, her fingers rubbing and teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves, pushing you closer and closer to that sweet release.

And then it happened. Your body shook with pleasure as you moaned out her name, your orgasm crashing over you in wave after wave of ecstasy. Ellie watched, her own pleasure building, as you unraveled beneath her, your moans echoing through the restroom.

"You're so fucking beautiful when you cum," she murmured, her voice filled with a mix of adoration and possessiveness. She continued thrusting into you, riding out your orgasm, until she reached her own release as the strap bumped on her puffy clit. spilling herself through the strap, pushing herself closer just to try and cum inside of you with a low groan.

Ellie leaned in, pressing her forehead against yours, her voice a breathless whisper. "You're mine, baby. Always."

“Fuck els, I’m all yours.” You responded breathlessly.

“You better fucking know you are.” She smirked as she kissed your cheek and helped you pull your pants back in.

“But I’m serious now, please don’t come in scaring people away from me, I just wanted to buy you a birthday present.” You rolled your eyes and sighed.

“Oh, so that explains why we’re on a cologne part of the store.” Ellie quickly realized.

“Yes you idiot, let’s go home please.” You demanded as she chuckled at the sight of you.

[honeygrahambitch]

"Where did this come from?" Hannibal asked. His hands were busy washing Will's hair. A bruise on his temple drew his attention, making him brush away the foam to get a better look. "It wasn't here yesterday."

"A guy we arrested showed some resistance. He hit me with the barrel of his gun." Will explained. His eyes were closed and he was almost purring in Hannibal's hands.

Hannibal made a disapproving sound.

"Shame you arrested him. I can't go after him now."

"You do realize you can't chase down every guy who touches me, right?"

"One can always try." Hannibal answered honestly and continued massaging Will's scalp.

"I never hear about stuff like that from you." Will suddenly said and opened his eyes.

"What kind of stuff?"

"About the people that do anything to you."

"That's because the people who do anything to me don't get to live too much, darling. I take care of them myself."

"Of that much I am aware." Will said and pictured the way the Ripper case file kept getting thicker and thicker on his desk. "It would be nice if you didn't. At least sometimes."

"Are you implying that you want to play the knight in shining armour? For me?"

"You're stupid." Will concluded. "But yes. Sometimes you are too elegant with these individuals. And I get it, that's your thing."

Hannibal hummed thoughtfully.

"You got me curious. I might take your offer."

"Do that."

*

"Alright. Now, let's discuss what the victims have in common." Jack said, looking through a few pictures.

Will's phone rang just when he was about to reply.

"Sorry." He apologized and was about to reject the call. Hannibal's name flashing on the screen made him do the opposite.

"Hey." Will greeted him.

"My dearest." Hannibal started. "There is a gentleman here at Walmart who left his shopping cart in the parking lot. Right in front of my Bentley."

"That... sounds annoying?"

"And agonizingly rude."

Will smiled thinking of the funny choice of words. He found it adorable that Hannibal had called to share that with him. Then it sunk in. He remembered about their discussion last night.

"You're at Walmart where exactly?"

"In Quantico. I wanted to pick you up later."

"I'm on my way. Don't let that son of a bitch go." Will said and hung up.

That was it. His knight in shining armour moment. The looks he earned from everyone in the room were mixed and confused.

"Sorry, I need to go. It's important."

"Of course. The serial killer can wait." Jack concluded as Will was already leaving the room.

*

"Hey." Will said as soon as he parked his car. "You."

"Huh?" The man who was already very bored with the conversation he was having with Hannibal turned his head towards Will.

"Yes, you. Grab your shopping cart quickly and put it where it should be."

"And who exactly are you? The shopping cart police?"

"I will be your worst nightmare if you don't do as I say. Trust me, this is me being nice."

"I'm not doing anything." He said and started walking towards his car. Will did not quickened his pace. He memorized the car plate and watched the man leave with a content smile on his face.

"That was me being nice." Will told Hannibal who looked like he was watching his favorite movie.

"I am looking forward to what will happen."

"Good." Will said, then kept on his shining armour. "Are you alright?"

"Bothered by this incident but I am slowly becoming more and more enthusiastic."

*

"I hope you understand why I also asked Dr. Lecter to consult on this case." Jack said as soon as Will and Hannibal arrived at the crime scene. "It's quite peculiar."

"The man was found dead in a shopping cart at Walmart. His liver is missing. The cut is quite sloppy so definitely not the Ripper." Jimmy explained.

"Was it really that sloppy?" Will asked unamused by the feedback.

"I mean, it shows that our killer has no medical training whatsoever. But he's good enough. Meticulous."

"What do you think, doctor?" Will asked, ignoring Jimmy.

"The crime scene shows high class. Power. It has something sensual to it. I would say that the killer must have been quite disturbed by a very specific behavior caused by the victim."

"What exactly?" Jack asked confused by the specific choice of words. He knew better than to question Hannibal.

"Maybe the victim left his shopping cart in the parking lot?" Brian suggested making Jack roll his eyes.

"I'm sure it's deeper than that."

[mochinomnoms]

thinking about punk!jade and piercing his ear for him. maybe jade decides that he wants to experiment with his sense of style more by having his other ear pierced and who better to ask than his mate? he sees it as his mate making their mark on him and feeling giddy about being known as theirs. finally the times come to pierce his ear and he closes his eyes to prepare himself. jade’s seen his fair share of blood, so he’s fine, but the prefect mistakes his actions as him being nervous. While he waits he hears the prefect’s voice to focus on them then he feels their hand on his face, their body pressed close, and best of all, their lips on his. he barely notices the needle when he’s got his lover smothering them in love. if getting his ears pierced means he has his mate all over him and some cool-looking earrings then perhaps he’ll look more into punk inspired looks.

this was spurred on by a gif exactly like this but i feel as though this might be kinda niche so if it doesn’t vibe with you please ignore me and my 2am thoughts ( ´ ∀ `)ノ

-🪸

See this is cute, but also you need to be very careful when piercing, so unfortunately for Jade, if his mate is the one piercing him they can't be distracted with kisses. HOWEVER if they go to a professional piercer:

“So you did this one.” The piercing artist pointed at the sturgeon scale earring on his left. “When you were 12. Under the sea—”

“With a fishhook.” Jade added, 'helpfully.'

“...with a fishhook, and by some miracle it didn't get infected?”

You snorted at the look the piercing artist gave Jade, a mix of incredulous and impressed. She was covered in a variety of silver jewelry, from her lips, nose, and eyebrows, to her cheeks and the many in her ears. They suited her very well, especially with her pointed ears and the skeletal tattoos on her arms.

“My mother found out the next morning when she woke us up for school. Just about scared the whole neighborhood awake with her screams.” Jade's lips quirked up, as he was fond of the memory.

“She'd agreed to have the doctor do it for us after school the next day, but my brother was rather impatient and wanted to wear the earrings right then and now.”

“Jade let out a soft chuckle. Indeed Ms. Nastasia. We did end up going to the doctor to clean the holes out and fashion the scales to a proper earring instead of a fishhook, as Floyd was already having a reaction.”

The artist sighed again and fiddled with the chain hanging between her ear lobe and the tip of her ear.

“Sounds right, so the rest of these,” she pointed two fingers around his ear lobes. “Are from the doctor later on?”

“Yes.” Jade clenched his hands uncomfortably as the pulled on a pair of black latex gloves. He thinned his lips as she started touching his ears.

You tapped your own fingers on top of his hand, which he opened and let you lace your fingers with his.

“Sorry.” Natasha gave Jade a small smile. “I'll quit poking you in a sec, I gotta inspect your ears. I gotta make sure that your old piercings are still good. Merfolk don't wear jewelry often, right?”

“It's fine.” Jade looked down, watching as you fidgeted with his hand. “No, we don't. You tend to run the risk of long or dangling jewelry getting caught in someone else's fins, in kelp, or in fishermen's nets.”

“Ah, that makes sense.” Nastasia smiled as she leaned back, turning to her countertop to get her tools ready.

“Unfortunately, it seems that most of them did close over time, I'm guessing it got too long since you've worn jewelry in them. I'll have to repierce most of them, but I recommend doing just one today to see how you'll do, and we can do some more at another session.”

Jade nodded and tapped his free hand against his chin.

“I see...which one should I do...” He turned to you to ask. “What do you think of another earring on me?”

You gasped excitedly and bolted from his grasp, confusing him and Nastasia. They watched as you looked among the various jewelry, humming to yourself.

“Oh!” You twirled back around, grinning. “If you get another earring on your right ear, can I pick the earring?”

“Jade raised a brow at you, smirking as he crossed his arms. I suppose, what is it?”

“It's gonna be a surprise! Ms. Nastasia! Can you do this one?”

Nastasia got up, looked at the piece you pointed at and nodded.

“If he's fine with it.” She looked over at him, to which he nodded.

“Alright! Let me get everything ready.”

You took a seat next to Jade again, excitedly tapping your feet against the ground and playing with Jade's hand again.

“It's great! You're gonna love it Jade!”

“Jade smile and squeezed your hand in his. I'll trust your judgement then.”

Nastasia slid over in a rolling chair, pulling a wheeled trolley with her tools. Jade noticed that she was hiding something wrapped in plastic as she prepared her piercing needle.

“Alright, sweetheart? Why don't you talk to your boyfriend? Something sweet while I get his ear ready.”

You nodded, moving to his left side as Jade tensed at the cold alcohol pad being wiped over his ear lobe.

“Hey, Jade?”

Jade moved his gaze to you, lips quirking as you came closer to whisper in his ear.

“Yes?”

He felt a tingling feeling go down his spine as he felt your breath against his skin.

“Should we match too? Me and you?”

You giggled as Jade smiled, his left arm reaching to curl around your waist.

“Oh? Isn't that what humans use wedding bands for? To match to each other? Don't you want to be wed, my dear?” Jade murmured back, closing his eyes as you pressed soft kisses against his temple.

“Yeah, we can do those too. We can have matching earrings, bands,” You laughed again against his ear. “This is just so when people ask about your earring, you can tell them all about how I picked it out, cause you're mine.”

Jade closed his eyes, basking in your affections as you continued to flutter his cheek, lips, and forehead with kisses. A cough interrupted you two.

“As cute as this is, you're all done now.” Nastasia laughed at your surprised expressions. “Here, take a look and tell me what you think.”

Nastasia handed Jade a handheld mirror, who was currently looking flustered.

“Apologies, I hadn't realized that you even finished.”

“It's fine.” Nastasia waved her hand, smiling as Jade inspected the heart shaped mushroom stud in his right ear. “I try to get my clients thinking about happy thoughts so they're distracted from the pain. Most of them don't even realize that they got pierced.”

You rested your head against Jade's shoulder, waiting for his response.

“Do you like it?”

Jade remained silent, still staring at the silver mushroom.

“...Jade?”

He handed the mirror back to Nastasia, turning to you to grab your cheeks in his hand and squeeze them together, making you purse your lips.

You squealed, laughing as Jade returned your earlier favor and kissed your lips.

“It's wonderful, my dear.” Jade let you go, turning to Nastasia with a smile. “If we still have some time, perhaps we can follow through with their commitment and pierce their ear as well?”

Nastasia snorted as she looked at you for your response. “Oh? You want to match with your boyfriend?”

The teasing tone in her voice made you warm up as you nodded shyly.

“Yeah…you really want to, Jade?”

“Why, of course!” Jade moved to let you take his spot as Nastasia put away the used tools and grabbed sterilized ones. “You said you wanted others to know I'm yours as much as you're mine? We should make that a reality~”

[v6quewrlds]

Giiirl i need some tee from today, can you plz

Plus my English is not good i can't cutch everything 🥲

oh course bae <3 this from something i have 75% abandoned but enjoy! warnings: toxic ex!fwb!tee, language, suggestive, argument? intentional usage of aave, inspired by "all mine" by brent faiyaz

"What the fuck are you doing?" Tee's voice was low and heated, his eyes searching yours for an answer you weren’t quite ready to give.

You shrugged noncommittally. "The fuck it look like? I’m having fun.” You tried to pull your arm free, but his grip kept you in his grasp.

"With that clown?" Tee's voice was tight, a muscle in his jaw twitching as he took in your flirty dance partner, who was now retreating into the party with a shrug. "You don’t even know him."

You pulled your arm away, your eyes narrowing. "And you think that gives you the right to act like this?" you spat back, the alcohol in your system loosening your tongue.

"Act like what?" Tee's grip on your arm tightened. "Like I still care? Like I still want you?"

Your chest tightened at his words. "You don't get to decide that," you retorted, your voice a mix of anger and hurt. "You lost that privilege a long time ago."

Tee stepped closer, invading your personal space, his breath warm against your neck. "Did I, though?" he murmured, his eyes dropping to your lips. "Or do you just like playing games?"

Your pulse quickened as you felt the heat from his body. You knew this was a dangerous dance, one you had stepped into willingly. "Tee, this ain’t the time or place," you warned, trying to keep the tremble from your voice.

He leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear. "When is it ever the right time for us?" His question hung in the air, a reminder of the tumultuous history between the two of you. "You know you still want this."

The words stung, but you couldn't deny the truth behind them. The chemistry between you was like gasoline and fire, explosive and impossible to ignore. You felt the heat of his body, the strength in his grip, and you wanted nothing more than to give in. But you also remembered the pain, the late-night tears, and the countless times he'd made you feel like you weren’t enough.

Tee stepped closer, his eyes locked on yours. "When was the last time you got fucked right?" His voice was a whisper that sent a tremor through your body. You tried to push him away, but his arms held you in place. "Babygirl, you know nobody can hit it like I can."

Your face heated up, both from anger and arousal. "Don’t start with me," you warned, trying to keep your voice steady. But he wasn’t wrong. The last time you had been with him, you had been left breathless and craving more, despite the mess that was your "relationship."

Tee's smile grew wicked as he leaned in even closer, his voice a seductive whisper. "Remember when you called me at 2 AM, begging me to come fuck you right after that bad date?" He chuckled, his teeth glinting in the dim light. "Or when you missed your flight home for Thanksgiving 'cause you couldn’t get enough?"

Your eyes narrowed, your body tensing. You couldn't believe he was bringing that up now, but you also couldn't deny the passion behind his words. You always come running back to him, no matter how much he hurt you the last time.

"I can’t stand you," you murmured, but the fight in your voice was falling away.

Tee's grip loosened, his thumb brushing against your skin as he leaned in. "But you want me," he murmured, his breath hot against her cheek. "Admit it, baby."

Your eyes flashed with anger, but you couldn't deny the truth in his words. "This isn’t about that," you hissed, pushing against his chest. But it was about that, about the way he had always made you feel alive, even if it was in the most destructive way possible.

"Ain’t it, though?" Tee's voice was low and velvety, his eyes glued to yours. "You can't tell me you ain’t thought about me, about us, all these years."

Your heart pounded in your chest, the truth of his words echoing hallow in your mind. "Tamaurice," you started with a warning, "I don’t have time for this shit," you said, trying to pull away, but his grip was like steel, locking you against him. No room to move, no more time to think.

"Make time," he responded, his lips grazing the shell of your ear, sending shivers down your spine. His other hand slid around your waist, pulling you closer, and you could feel the bulge in his pants pressing against your thigh. "I promise you, baby, I'll make it worth it."

Your resolve was wavering, the warmth of his touch making it hard to remember why you had sworn him off the last time. You bit your lip, the room spinning around you as the party continued on. Before you could respond, Tee's hand came down to rest against the wall next to your head, his mouth brushing against yours in a ghost of a kiss that stole your breath. Your body responded instinctively, melting into his embrace. The taste of him was a drug you hadn't had in years, and dammit you craved more. So much more.

[mc-lukanette]

Marinette didn't particularly get the idea of music translating into words. To her, music was music and words were words; you could mix the two in a song to evoke more emotion, but that wasn’t the same as one becoming the other.

That was the reason she was there, she supposed. Luka had intrigued her with his offer, and if anyone could make her believe it or learn something new about music, it was him. Sure, he was also kind of handsome, had soft blue eyes, and a dazzling smile, but she was there for a potential new understanding of the creative process, nothing more.

Not that there would've been anything wrong with going for both, of course.

She looked at the note once more to make sure she was at the right park. Luka's handwriting was unique and identifiable as his: not wild, but not "standard" either, while still being totally readable. It made sense for someone who had to write a lot.

After triple-checking to be certain, she stepped out onto the smooth walkway leading in, looking around for the fluffy black-and-blue hair she'd met only a week ago. There were some couples with little picnics set out that she couldn't help feeling jealous of, but she tried to ignore them.

She heard Luka before she actually saw him, which was a weird thought. A quick set of notes from a guitar had made her turn, spotting him sitting on a bench in the pleasant shade of some trees and waving at her.

She smiled, waving back and walking over to him. "Hey, Luka! How—" She stopped in place, catching herself before she could properly ask him. She raised the cellophane bag in her hands to her mouth, biting into the side to both free her hands and keep herself quiet, then made a flurry of hand movements to ask how he was doing.

He blinked rapidly in surprise, then gently rested the neck of his guitar on the bench so he could sign in return. His gestures were more natural than hers - had she been signing to herself, it might as well have been the language of aliens - so she could easily tell what he was asking.

"Yff—" She brought her hand back up to pull the bag out from her mouth, then answered proudly, "Yes, I learned a little bit over the weekend!" She waved her free hand from side-to-side like she was casting a spell, despite the sheepish look on her face. "I might've forgotten how to sign 'yes', but I knew what you were signing! That's something, right?"

The dazzling smile that she remembered, showing just a little bit of teeth but not too much, had returned. Luka nodded at her, pulling out a notepad and pencil from his pocket to write while she got herself settled in. He'd already left enough room on the bench for her to sit, so she took up the empty space and got comfortable.

He went to hand her his notepad, but she lifted up the cellophane bag first, giving it a shake to show off the assortment of macarons, cookies, and candies inside. "Here! Trade me."

He visibly perked at the offer, their fingers brushing as he took it from her.

She only realized what she'd done when his notepad was already in her hand, hurrying to say, "Oh! I put that in my mouth without thinking, didn't I? You don't have to—"

He'd already loosened the string so he could open it, grabbing one of the candies and unwrapping it before popping it into his mouth. He'd clearly heard her, but it was quickest to eat one to prove his point rather than tell her it was fine.

Plus, she had one of his forms of communications in her hands, so that had been out. She looked down to read what he'd written.

You didn't have to dress up for this, but you look nice. I hope this is enough shade for you.

She blushed at the first line. It was one thing to be complimented verbally, but in writing, she could read it over and over again. She checked Luka's reaction to see if he had any regrets about it, but he was cool as a cucumber, chewing on the candy she'd given him whilst getting the guitar back in his hands.

The second line was more confusing to where she had to actively dig through her memories to think of what it could be referring to. She did recall sitting down with him after the chaos had settled down, having some juice together, and her rambling unnecessarily long about everything from her job to—

"Wait—" she began in realization, "was this all because I complained about how hot it was that day?! That was one thing in all the nonsense I was talking about!"

He shrugged, smiling innocently and holding his hand out for his notepad. She pouted, feeling like he was being unfair with how sweet he was to someone he'd barely just met, but relented and gave it up to him. She just couldn't quite believe it, having felt so bad for how chatty she'd been with him, but he'd apparently paid attention to every word of it.

She wasn't sure if that was more or less embarrassing than being ignored the whole time.

"O-okay, so..." She looked down sheepishly at his guitar, trying to change the topic as casually as possible. "How are we going to do this? You showing me how you talk with music?"

One hand still holding the guitar's neck, he flipped through the pages of his notepad with the other. He showed her a pre-prepared page with his answer, which stated:

I'll play something for you. You don't have to do anything but listen and imagine a story in your mind.

A story? What kind of story? She wanted to ask, but knew that she wouldn't get a response.

Squinting at him, still skeptical, she gave into the request and closed her eyes. "Alright. Ready when you are."

There were a few small, short notes at first - either Luka warming up or being genuinely nervous to start - but then an actual melody began to develop. She shut her eyes tighter, like it might ruin everything if she looked, and her nose scrunched up as she tried to focus on what he was playing and the instructions he'd given.

It sounded... regal? No, adventurous? Maybe both? It reminded her of movies that she would watch as a child, where a knight would go off somewhere for the sake of a princess. The music would get more dramatic as the knight was surrounded by dangers, then victorious as he triumphed. She caught herself smiling over this imaginary character she'd literally made up in her head, returning to the princess and receiving a favor from her for his efforts. It really was like a film, but shortened to a few minutes long and somehow familiar to her.

Her eyelids popped back open when the music ended, then blinked to readjust to her surroundings. Luka was staring at her curiously, the hand that'd been strumming resting more casually on his guitar as he waited.

"Erm..." She trapped her chin, slightly anxious and feeling like she was being quizzed. There weren't any real stakes involved, but what if she failed? "I... thought about a knight? He met and saved a princess, and she gave him her thanks? Maybe she even offered him something for it?"

The actual image in her head was more vivid than she let on, but it was difficult describing it when she figured that it could've been her overactive imagination.

Not missing a beat, Luka shot her a smile and flipped a page in his notepad to present to her. No way.

That's us, on the day we met.

Her mouth dropped open. She got it right? But then... "Uh—! So I'm the knight?! You're joking!"

Not that Luka wouldn't have made a pretty princess though. If he had just the right dress that accentuated—

She shook her head, trying to focus on the matter at hand. He, meanwhile, was unphased by the mental struggle she was having and flipped another page.

You were so cool. I've been trying to figure out how to say it all week.

"It wasn't a big deal!" she insisted, flushing pink. "They were judging you because of your looks and how 'quiet' you were, so I—you know—"

She made a few wild gestures that in no way resembled sign language but she hoped would convey the full dismissal of whatever he'd apparently been imagining their first meeting to be like. Worse still was that what he'd written implied that he'd been working on that melody all week in order to have it ready for her, and she knew what it was like to pour one's creativity into something.

He meant it and she'd heard as much.

Dropping her hands into her lap shyly, she had to relent, "But... I guess I get what you mean now, about saying things with music instead of words, even if I feel like your notepad should be confiscated."

Amused, he smirked, purposefully holding the notepad to the side furthest from her, out of her reach as she teasingly swiped at it. Using only the tilt of his head and look in his eyes, he asked her a playful 'why?'

"Why? I—" she began, then stopped when she needed to actually think about it. One disadvantage to not being mute like him was that she wasn't required to think before saying anything, such as how Luka needed to take the time to write out a full thought and read it before showing her.

Clearing her throat, she started over, "I can't believe you had fun last week? I mean, I guess it made sense if you invited me here, but I thought it was just from me helping you a little! Since we were there for a whole hour and I felt so bad because—" She realized what she was about to say, but it was too late to stop it. "—I was doing all the talking!"

Luka laughed outright at that, and the only thing keeping her from crawling under the bench and wishing for death was that it was actually pretty cute. He had a breathy sort of laugh, making it more quiet than a typical one but somehow incredibly charming.

Marinette leaned forward and rested her elbows on her lap, clasping her hands together in front of her mouth as her lips tried to both smile at him and grimace at herself at the same time. The fact that he hadn't fled at her flubs was a relief but also utterly perplexing.

She dared a peek over at Luka, who'd finished laughing and was trying to write something. It was taking him longer than usual and she noticed a little twitch in his brow, a contrast to what had otherwise been him being totally calm the whole time. Eventually, he tore the page out, scrunched it up, and stuffed it in his pocket, opting to put his hands on his guitar instead.

Marinette grew curious when his fingers twitched without playing any actual melody. He did start, but stopped, then started and stopped again, biting his lower lip in contemplation. Hand motions were also useless without a full understanding of sign language on her part.

He ended up settling on the notepad again, this time being unexpectedly quick in writing something. She hadn't realized how much suspense she was in until he presented it to her, her hands practically snatching it from him to read it.

You make me feel speechless, Marinette.

She blushed all the way up to her ears, speechless herself. She could excuse being told that she looked nice as some casual remark or pleasantry, the music as his only way of teaching her what she'd asked about, and not being put off by her constant talking as him being extremely polite, but this—

Was he flirting with her? There was a mild possibility of it being a joke at his own muteness, but when she checked his expression, he was watching her with a half-lidded gaze without any sense of playfulness. If anything, she could've sworn she saw a hint of shyness. Had he never put himself out there for someone before?

"You—" She looked at the notepad again, forcing herself to relax her grip before she wrinkled the pages. "You make me feel... um, speechful? I've never talked so much to someone I just met." She ducked her head. "You look nice too, by the way."

That was all she could really manage without feeling silly. Her experience with relationships was laughably limited and she didn't know how to flirt back or assure him that his flirting wasn't unwelcome. She just knew that he was thoughtful, adorable, and sweet, and that every time she glanced at his mouth a little too long, she'd catch herself thinking about other things it must have time for if he couldn't use it to talk.

She became alert as she felt a tug on the notepad - Luka having reached over to take it back - but she impulsively resisted, blurting out, "C-can I have this? The note I mean, not the notepad!"

He grinned, any of the previous nerves she thought she'd seen before gone as he nodded. The notepad slipped easily out of her hands this time, him far more careful tearing the note off than the other paper he'd scrunched up, and he wrote something extra before handing it off to her.

You can have more than that.

Underneath the line he'd written was his phone number, a rush of heat and relief going through Marinette at the confirmation that she wasn't the only one who wanted to meet up more. Whether Luka's directness was from the inability to speak or simply part of his character, she wanted someone like that; no misunderstandings, just his honest feelings.

She wasn't quite sure what she'd gotten herself into in the long term but, going off the matching pink on Luka's cheeks, she was sure that it was a good thing.

[lizzaneia-elizalde]

First off, love your writing, IT MAKES ME FEEL THINGS😭😭 but…

Can we please get more of yandre emo boy Ashton I JUST READ IT AND IM DROOLING SCREAMING CRYING GIGGLING AMD KICKING MY FEET😭🧎‍♀️🤪🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

THANK YOU❤️❤️🤭🤭🤭

(If not that’s okay, ignore this bae🫶)

Yandere! Stereotypical! Emo and his beloved popular bitch

Ayo, thank you for the compliment! I'm glad my writings made you feel things (I don't know what though LMAO)

Actually, I'm not planning to follow up Ashton, but hey, at least it would break my writer's block (lol it's just laziness) so here ya go!

Sorry that it took days though 😔

FOR THIS ONE, I RECOMMEND READING THE FIC FIRST BEFORE THE DRABBLE (this one).

Read the yandere emo fic here!

💌Little Ashton was misunderstood a lot as a child. He never really liked the same things the other children liked, and he had this morbid curiosity with death and occult.

💌Of course, this undoubtedly scared his family, making him out to be some sort of psychopath.

💌This irked Ashton of course. He's just... That. He still loves his parents, and nothing would change that.

💌But the fact that they're so conservative that it's actually bringing Ashton down is what drove him over the edge to find a school far, far away from his family.

💌A small, quaint town, yet filled with teenagers. It was kind of a nightmare when Ashton found out, but he gritted his teeth and thought that maybe, with the current years, maybe they won't judge him. Maybe.

💌So, he indulged more in his Emo lifestyle. He religiously listened to green day, Panic! At the Disco, My Chemical Romance...

💌He even got into writing poems as a way to put out his feelings that he never got to tell other people.

💌 He's actually very sensitive with emotions and feelings. So technically, he should be a great friend candidate, right?

💌But once he got into the school year, that's when he knew, that his life would be living hell. Stereotypes left and right. Mean cheerleaders and jocks that ostracized his choice of clothing, snobby rich students that turn their noses on him just because he's not that rich, geeks and nerds that keeps getting in his way, thinking he's one of them.

💌"Fuck. Get me out of here. Nobody understands me."

💌He didn't realize himself, but he's also slowly being a stereotype. Always alone, writing poems, and being unnecessarily nihilistic.

💌Until of course, one day, you transfered. You, your pink rover, and your slutty little outfit.

💌God, just looking at you and your charming personality made Ashton hard fall for you.

💌He wants you. So bad.

💌So he dabbled back into the occults. He found an old book in an abandoned "witch's hut" that he went on a mad hunt for weeks. Apparently, the witch that lived there was a matchmaker witch, who gave love potions to those really desperate.

💌At first, Ashton didn't believe it. Especially that it involves sampaguita, a flower not native to his town. How did the witch even get the flowers?

💌But there he was, mixing and creating the potion under the moonlight and putting your hair and his in the pot. Creating a love potion that smelled like the sampaguitas he had to smuggle in.

💌He wrote you letters everyday, obsessing and hyper fixating on your allure and beauty. Confessing over and over again on paper that looks old and aged with writing that looks like it came from a fountain pen. With a spritz of the love potion, he would put it in your locker.

💌God, who knew that it would work?

💌Day by day, he watched you read the letters. At first, you were disgusted (much to his dismay) but slowly, you started to read the letters with a neutral face, then a smile, then with a squeal and then a desperate plea for him to come and fuck you already.

💌Maybe putting his... Semen on your love potion got you desperate for him carnally, rather than romantically.

💌But no fretting, he would just make you fall for him.

💌And as you moan and scream out his name as he pounds into your tight hole like the feral, fuck machine he is,

💌He was pleading to the moon to see his bleeding heart and bare soul to make you his.

💌And if the moon won't allow it,

💌Well, it's nothing more love potions won't do.

💌"my beloved, why don't you drink this sweet tea I made? Why is it pink and smells floral? It's a new tea from Japan. Sakura, from what I know. It's glowing? Nonsense, love. It's probably just the lighting."

💌"Now drink up, don't let a drop go to waste."

[koolades-world]

hello sorry if your requests are closed pls feel free to ignore this if they are :(

i just got this nice idea and wanted to share it and maybe you could do hc idkkkk anywayy !!

so imagine a mc but they're a poc (black, asian, whatever) and they always felt kinda like an outcast in the human world bc they lived in a white neighbourhood and now they're in the devildom and... wow Mammon, Simeon, Mephisto ?! (and maybe Dia and Raphael too cuz they can be mixed or something)

Like I am japanese and I live in europe and in my whole life I've interacted with like 3 or so poc ?? That's sooo little! I would be overjoyed to meet people (demons) that aint white- there is some common experience shared with all poc and i just need that 'bound' with someone lool

Anyway sorry this kinda sounded like a rant by the end but yea! even if you don't do it its ok! Have a nice day and ily !/p ♡

hello!! of course :)

i only moved once when i was younger but both neighborhoods were predominantly white, and i don’t think I’ve ever had a close poc friend that wasn’t an online friend. in middle and elementary i was one of like three or four pocs. high school was better but since I was a magnet kid, i always saw the same people and they were majority white. I’m almost certain I was the only mixed one in that program

bottom line, i can relate haha

enjoy <3

Poc Mc and the poc boys

poc solidarity!

of course the first demon you see is Diavolo, and while you don’t trust him right off the bat because you’ve just been basically abducted for this program, it’s nice to see a poc in charge

since mammon is assigned your caretaker, of course you’re quick to form a friendship

when he learns about your childhood since that comes up at some point, he goes oddly silent and listens carefully when you tell your stories

eventually he himself opens up a little about what it was like in heaven and his experience

gonna break format for a minute, simeon and I would be such good friends, besties even. a writer, very kind, a great baker and cook, a great fashion sense, and he looks like me? omg sign me up we’re twins. there is such a thing as two pretty best friends lol

simeon is so naturally effortless but sweet, so it wasn't hard to become his friend

he's more than happy to help you where ever needed

after you get over the whole kidnapping thing, you become fast friends with dia because he's just so wonderful to be around

and he's more than happy to be your friend because the poor guy doesn't have enough. he'll take you to do all sorts of fun stuff and even if your pictures together end up everywhere online, he doesn't care

you also are a little reluctant to warm up to mephisto because of what lucifer had said about him, but diavolo spoke highly of him, so you spent a couple afternoons with him

and you found yourself very interested in him and the rad newspaper, left wondering why lucifer hated him so much

if you want, you're more than welcome to help out and of course receive credit where credit is due

it was also kind of intimidating to get close to raphael too since he seemed so tough and unapproachable, but he was actually great to have a late night talk with and helped you out with any kind of fashion dilemma

maybe the devildom isn't so bad after all...

[brokenpieces-72]

Hello! I read your 'kit' story and it was so good and I was wondering if I could actually make a story request? If your requests are closed then you could freely ignore this! I was wondering if you could do a plot where they find a teenage badger hybrid like in an abandoned war zone?? (I know it sounds familiar to the kit story so if you don't want to do it then that's ok!) Love your work btw love! 😘😘

Note: I want you to know that when I saw this I got so happy. My requests are never closed it’s more when I get around to answering them and posting them. Also for a bit of context, this is taking place before Rudy and Alejandro have met the 141.

Tejón

TW: mentions of abandonment, implications/mentions of child abuse, mental stress, poisoning, let me know if I missed any.

You hear a sharp whistle and shouts in another language. You peek out from your hiding spot to see two men, both with odd smells. Then you see a dog, and you retreat back into the little den you’d made for yourself. Unfortunately, the dog finds you and now has your scent. Uh oh.

You hear a call after the dog starts barking, trying to dig its way inside. You hissed and growled at the barking, warning them to leave you alone. This was your home, you were safe here. Safer than out there. Then you hear someone calling to you. They're looking for survivors, and you hear another phrase in Spanish spoken calmly. There's scratching outside and you growl louder, claws at the ready.

"Mexican Special Forces. We're coming in." Rudy called making his way inside the debris and rubble that made up your shelter. You back into a corner, glaring and hissing. You don't want help, you're fine on your own. Rodolfo raised his hands, showing he was unarmed, but you could see the gun on his back. Pair that with the weird looking mutt next to him and you were still on the defensive. "My name is Rodolfo Parra, I'm here to help you."

Yeah right. The last time someone tried to help you, you nearly got put in a cage. Rudy had seen behaviour like yours before. Not uncommon, especially for hybrids. This was going to take longer in order for it to be safer. The cadejo disappears, assuming you found the ghost dog a little intimidating. Rudy is still moving closer, but lowers himself to your huddled, crouched stance. Your growling, mixed with trembling gives him a good enough understanding of your reluctance. This wasn't the first time someone tried to help you.

"We have food, first aid, and can even get you new clothes." Rudy explained. You'd heard that before, and shook your head. There was little time to mince words. There had already been reports of other shelters like yours breaking down from whatever steel supports had given out. "Niña, this isn't a safe place for you. Not anymore. You can bring whatever you have hear with you, but if you stay here, the rubble is going to collapse on you."

As if on cue, there is the groaning of metal, and some depress falls from the cieling above you. Another rainfall and you would be buried in your own home. You'd done rather well for yourself too. Rodolfo noted the small fire pit in the corner where there was a large enough gap to vent the smoke. Right now you were posted on a collection of ragged blankets and ratty cushions to sleep on. In the other parts he found what looked like beat up cooking ware, a tarp, some wood and rocks, and what he was pretty sure was piece of pipe that you'd somehow taken the broken end of and sharpened it. When Rudy looked you over, he noticed the knife at your hip, opting for your own hybrid features over a proper weapon. A weapon that was likely one of your only tools. Your eyes left him, and stared up, seeing your home threaten to give out with you inside.

"Come on mija, it's not safe here. I need you to trust me for a bit." Rudy pleaded. He offered his hand, and you stared at it. "If I do anything you don't like, just say something. We'll stop okay?"

"Promise?" You asked. Rodolfo nodded. Another groan from above. You held out your pinky, and Rudy recognized it right away, hooking it with his own.

"Promise." He said, followed by another groan. Without warning you rushed to him, and he picked you up, hearing the colonel calling for him to get out of there quickly. A cadejo was able to grab hold of one of your blankets, chasing after the both of you, as Rudy carried you out. The bright light made you wince, nearly blinding you. Your eyes adjusted to see what had once been your home, slowly crumble.

When you were taken back to base, Rudy stuck close to you. Not at first though. A medic came to look at you, and you hissed at them. You didn't like doctors, you didn't like being touched. When a medic tried to assure you everything would be okay, it didn't work too well, and when they tried to reach their hand out to assure you, you uh... yeah you bit the medic you weren't ashamed of it. When another medic tried to step in, you started shouting at them, getting violent. Alejandro and Rudy were both informed of your lack of cooperation. When they came in to see if they could assist they found you curled up in the corner, the blanket Rudy had retrieved for you wrapped tightly around you. This would take some time.

Rudy came over and sat down next to you, giving you a chance to breath and relax. It was a strange world, a new environment, one you either weren't used to, hadn;t seen in a while, or had bad memories with. Alejandro closes the door leaving it open a crack to give some privacy without setting off any alarms in your head. Neither of them touch you, seeing it is clearly a trigger. Alejandro explained what happened and what was going to happen. There'd been reports of survivors and scavengers in the abandoned warzone, and they'd been called to assist with search and rescue. The medic needed to give you an exam to rule out injuries, diseases and infections. You were fine, you cooked your food properly, sterilized every cut you got, you never got so much as a cold, you didn't need a physical exam. Your skin is tougher on account of being a badger hybrid so cuts were harder to come by. That being said, Rudy had picked you up. He knew you were lighter than you should be.

Alejandro asked if he could see your ribs, and as if on cue, your stomach growled. You're just quiet, not saying anything or moving. The two men exchanged looks. Alright, they had to do this another way. Alejandro asked you if you wanted to get cleaned up first instead. They had some clean clothes for you to change into and could wash the ones you had on now. No one would bother you or interrupt you. You could give yourself a physical, and then report back. From there you could decide what to do next. That would be reasonable, and right now, warm water was sounding very tempting.

Cleaned and dressed you felt much more comfortable. It didn't stop you from tugging the hood down on the hoodie they'd given you. The base was colder than outside, and while you had some sunburning, it was in the healing stages. You asked Rudy if there was some cream or aloe you could use for it and he made sure you got some. As for the physical exam, it went okay. Rudy offered to stay in the room with you while they checked your throat, ears, and breathing. At the end of physical the main issue was some wounds that needed some extra cleaning and bandaging, and malnourishment.

You and Rudy both meet Alejandro in the cafeteria where there are a few other survivors. A couple you'd seen before, a couple you distance yourself from. Alejandro and Rudy keep an eye on you while you eat, sitting alone.

"It'll take time for her to adjust." Rudy commented.

"Hmm..." Alejandro was eyeing the others in the room. The ones that you were avoiding.

"CPS is on their way." Rudy added. "Hopefully she'll be collected by her family."

"You don't sound hopeful." Alejandro commented, still surveying the room. Protective as ever. He knew why his partner wasn't hopeful, but Rudy's voice was always welcome. Reminded him he wasn't guarding alone.

"How many kids end up in abandoned warzones without an adult?" Rudy commented. He wasn't wrong. You were on your own. Your parents taught you how to survive, and how to look after yourself, that was good enough. You were fine on your own.

"Colonel?" Alejandro's attention turned to the tablet being handed to him. Profiles of everyone they'd found were available to him on screen. As he looked over each one, he learned why you were sitting alone, and made the effort to avoid a couple of the others. He gives the order to keep an eye on a few of the people they found. Some of the others had petty crimes attached and were already on high alert. Making an arrest out in the open with all of them watching would raise too many alarms. When Alejandro looked up to match the faces to profiles, he noted the looks you were getting from the three people he intended to deal with.

Alejandro came over to your table, and asked to sit down, with you shrugging it was a free country. Deep down, you were glad he came over. You could feel eyes on you, hungry ones. It made you almost sick, but they may be from you eating too fast. One of them, an eagle harpy had looked like she was going to come over and sit with you instead, and you didn't want that. That had danger written all over it. Alejandro still had the tablet and asked if you could look at some photos for him, his voice low. Before answering you looked back to see some soldiers near the food, and asked if you could get some more food first. Alejandro nodded, and checked the profiles again.

As you got up, you could hear someone else get up, and all of the hair on your body stood on end. Fuck. You just wanted food, couldn't they leave you alone? Rudy stepped in, reading the situation like a book in large print. He stood between you and the woman, warning you he was behind you. The harpy tried to get close to you, as subtly as possible by reaching across for whatever was in front of you. Each time, Rudy just ushered you along. Holy shit she was persistent though. You reached for something and she reached for it, but Rudy turned and didn't glare but the look of judgement was a stronger warning.

"Ma'am, please be patient." He said, voice very firm. The harpy backed off, looking annoyed. The dog handler was keeping away a treat from her. Lucky for him she knew how to pick her battles. You finished getting you food and hurried away back to Alejandro, sitting a little closer. Alejandro gave you a gentle smile and let you eat for a bit longer while Rudy joined both of you and the harpy went back to her table. As soonas Alejandro noticed her glaring dangers at his partner, he glared at her in warning. Try something on his man, and Alejandro would be counting her feathers one by one as he plucked them.

Alejandro showed you the profiles of the three survivors, including the harpy woman. You recognized them alright. They'd tried shit with you before, but like the doctor, you showed them you had teeth and claws. Alejandro gave you praise for that. Once the tablet was away, he started asking about you, seeing if you had any interests, if the food was good, and if there was anything you needed to help with sleep.

You find that the worst part on base was boredom. You didn't have to go scavenging or searchinf anymore, but it was something you were craving. A lot. There was a large training course on base so you started going there whenever you could. Soldiers had to run through excerises, so you asked if you could maybe help set up. Alejandro had no issue with this, as long as you didn't pocket anything that wasn't yours.

Your task was to hide things, and in good places too. You didn't make it easy though. You would hide things, but you would hide them even further. Instead of inside cubbies or crates, you would put the items behind or in the corners where it was hard to see. On top of shelves or of the ground was no fun, so you got to digging and shoving things under turned over boxes.

A welcome challenge, one that Alejandro agreed was good, forcing his men to adapt quickly. The you got even more ridiculous, because you found small items on base you could use as fakes and decoys. To this day, even Alejandro is still trying to figure out where you got the rubber ducks to put in placement for hand grenades.

You were called at the end of the exercise after the soldiers tried to argue their reason for being unable to complete their the directive. When Alejandro asked you to show him one of the supply crates you did, and he asked you to bring out a grenade (fake for practice) you did so. A few of the soldiers gave you dirty looks. Alejandro asked you about decoys. You retrieved a decoy and put it in his hand.

“This was the decoy Mija?” He asked. You nodded. “This… this gives me more questions.”

A few smirks from his men, and Alejandro turned around. “Reminder to you all, that even a rubber duck can make for a good distraction.”

If there aren't any training excerises going on, you can still be found running and tumbling on the training grounds. You always manage to find some kind of stick. Sometimes other soldiers will come out to see what you're up to, and just keep a watch on you. A couple times the harpies would come out to watch you, and you would find a hiding place to wait for them to get bored and leave. Or another soldier would remove them.

You hid again, noticing wings just outside thew open gates. You waited and kept peeking to see if they had left yet. The harpy took off into the air to try and find you. You stayed hidden, waiting longer and longer. If only Alejandro had left some of the training weapons out so you could get rid of your hunter. Thankfully you didn't have to wait too much longer before a familiar white and passed through one of the walls.

It came over to you and curled up, resting it's head on your lap. It kept an eye on the entrances as you heard a yell from the colonel. You continued to wait unaware that the colonel was making an arrest. He'd discretely arrested another one of the trio without you noticing. While you were waiting for the coast to clear, Alejandro was tearing into the harpy like a fresh kill.

When the cadejo stood up and went to one of the entrances, you stood up. It was safe now, and just outside the small fort was Rudy. There was no verbal communication when you saw each other, just you going to him, and his arms wrapping around you. Rodolfo could feel you shaking. He assured you the harpy was arrested. Everything had to be kept discrete, not wanting the other survivors to panic or think they were in danger. Rudy and Alejandro had been working with you, learning what the trio of harpies had been trying to do.

"Ready to go back inside?" Rudy asked, after a few minutes. You nodded. Rodolfo smiled seeing you trying to keep a strong expression. Rudy turned and lowered himself, and you understood the offer. You got on his back and he carried you back to the gate where Alejandro stood, watching his partner. Damn, he looked like a dad.

The harpy woman found you alone, and kept quiet. Of course she was cooing about how adorable you were, trembling away. You didn't move only askef her to leave you alone.

"Leave you alone? Aww, but don't you want company? It's so hard living out there all by yourself isn't it?"

"Not that your friends would know, being so close to you." You retorted, smugly. "Bet they forgot what it's like."

"You little shi-"

"I wouldn't." A voice said from behind her. The harpy turned and saw Rudy with his cadejo. Not the sweet, white and blue one, but the menacing, snarling red and black spirit. It looked very hungry for chicken, but would settle for the next closest thing. Two other soldiers were backing him up, and moved in to arrest the harpy woman, who was demanding to know what was going on. As if she could even fake innocence. Her voice got louder as she kept screeching to be released. Rudy sighed and truned his attention to you. You were still shaking and helps you sit down.

"You're safe now. They're never gonna hurt you again." He assured you. You nodded, relieved but still pumped with adrenaline. You extend you pinky to him, without a word, and he returned the gesture. You move closer to him before leaning into his side.

Safe. You were safe.

"You really want to send her to a program?" Alejandro asked Rodolfo. No he didn't, honestly if Rodolfo could have his way, he would prefer to return you to your family, but you were alone. Over the month or so, you'd gotten a lot better. Physical touch had become a lot easier, you weren't hiding in corners as much, you were more social and some of the Vacqueros were inviting you to join them in whatever they were doing, including work tasks.

"Where else can she go Ale?" Rodolfo asked him. Alejandro didn't need to say anything for Rudy to pick up on what his man was saying. Kay this definitely could have used a lot more previous discussion. Rudy gave Alejandro a look that answered Alejandro's silent one. Alejandro sighed. "I'm sorry Ale, but that is something we need to talk about much more, and something she would need to agree to."

"She'll say yes." Alejandro said, convinced.

"Have you asked her yet?" Rudy countered. Nope. No he had not, but every time you were looking for something to do, you would come to them first. You would linger around them even if you weren't talking to them. Neither of them discouraged you from showing interest in their work. Hell, you even asked to spar with Alejandro once. The only reason he refused was because he was worried it might trigger a panic attack. You did get to spar with another soldier though, who went easy on you. Rudy could tell Alejandro wanted to keep you around, but with their work it was high risk. Both of their families lived away from base, at undisclosed locations. Having you stay with one of them could work, but it was another new environment, and new people. Rudy and Alejandro had a place of their own, but you were too young to live on your own still. "I'm sorry Ale, I want her to be happy too, but I don't think we're the ones to make it happen."

"... you have the paperwork for the programs?" Alejandro asked, giving in. Rudy had printed them a while ago, handing half over to the colonel. This was gonna be a couple hours. You didn't give them a couple hours, because a vacqueros knocked on the door, explaining you were missing. This wasn't uncommon, you often tried to hide on base, but they had checked everywhere. The two men exchanged a grave look. Shit, the paperwork had to wait. Rudy immediately pulls up camera footage of the entrances and exits, and sees you... holy shit you had dug under the fence. How long had you been working on that?

"How should we proceed?" Rudy asked.

"Sergeant gather some volunteers, we'll start on foot. She can't be too far." Alejandro ordered. The sergeant gave him a nod and salute before going looking for volunteers.

They'd split up into pairs, not wanting to overwhelm you. Rodolfo and Alejandro going off together. Alejandro had heightened senses and your scent to go on. Every half hour, soldiers radioed in with not much to say. Rudy was starting to feel a sense of guilt.

"Maybe she's been in a program before." Rudy wondered out loud. Alejandro had considered the possibility as well. Maybe you'd only heard about them and that's why you stayed away. They continued to call your name, the night growing darker and colder. Your scent was still fresh. Alejandro focused on that first and foremost, stepping carefully through the uneven ground, before stopping suddenly.

Rudy stopped, and looked at Alejandro, who started to scan the area. You were close. Rudy looked up, in case you might have tried to climb up somewhere. Nothing. Alejandro kept looking, hoping you hadn't ditched your jacket just to lose them. It was a tactic you'd learned, but with how cold it was getting, the last thing he wanted was for you to be lacking in layers.

"Y/N! Where are you?" Rudy called out. Alejandro turned, retracing his steps and found your scent again. Something smelled off though, setting alarms off in his head. He got Rudy's attention as he followed your scent again. Shit, you were laying in a ditch, groaning. There was blood on your arm, and two punctures. Shit!

Alejandro checked your pulse and found it weakened. Rudy didn't seen any snakes thankfully as he turneed you over, radioing in to the group that you'd been found. Alejandro started talking to you but you could barely hear it, sounding like distant echoes. He tried to ask you questions, and you could only whine out unintelligible responses.

"Mmm... fine...." You groaned, as Alejandro tugged you into his lap, so Rudy could started cleaning and sucking the poison out. You relaxed into Alejandro but nudged Rudy off.

"I know, I know, but the poison needs to come out." Rudy argued, trying to get you to stop fidgeting, even when you were weakly hissing.

"M'fine..." you moaned.

"Do you know what snake bit you?" Rudy asked, trying to keep you awake. You couldn't answer him, losing consciousness. Rudy cursed, while Alejandro tried to keep you awake. They had to move quickly, calling for assistance from a proper medic.

One benefit of being a badger hybrid is your resistance to snake venom. Can it still kill you? In theory, yes. If you didn't take care of yourself properly you could have succumbed to the symptoms, but thankfully Rodolfo and Alejandro had found you just in time. After some rest, a proper diet, and a bit of medicine you would be good as new. A human would have been far less fortunate.

Rudy and Alejandro waited outside your room for the doctor to come out. When the doctor emerged, they were both at attention to hear the details of your condition. You would recover but being sent to a program was discouraged for the time being. The two men were allowed in, finding you asleep in your bed.

"You're right. She needs to go to a program, where it's safe, and she can be sent to a proper home." Alejandro said, sitting in a chair, with his tail flicking behind him. Rudy found himself wanting to argue that it might be better if you stayed. You ran away from the base, what were the odds you'd run away from the program or even a foster home. What if you ended up with the wrong people because you ran away? Cartels could pick you up easily. Before Rudy was concerned about every worst-case scenario if you stayed, now he was listing every horrible outcome if you left. The second list was longer.

"Would she call it a proper home?" Rudy asked. Alejandro was pleased to hear Rudy changing his mind, but now he was less sure of his own statement. "It's safer on base."

"She got poisoned." Alejandro said.

"Because she ran away." Rudy said.

"You think she ran away just because?"

"I don't know why she ran away Ale-"

"And neither do you." You cut them off groaning. They'd woken you up. You were going to end the discussion once and for all. "I ran because I wanted to choose for myself. Everyone kept mentioning programs and sending me to a "better place" but no one was letting me decide."

The two men were quiet. They hadn't asked you at all. Legally, there were few options for what would happen to you. You would be sent to a program, where your fate wasn't just out of the hands of Los Vacqueros, but your own more than likely. They hadn't asked if you wanted to stay with them or stay on base. If you ran, you could have control over your life again. Would there be many options from there, no. But it would be your choice. Alejandro spoke up first.

"What do you want to do, mija?" He asked. He looked into your eyes directly. You weren't scared, they weren't meant to intimidate you either. Right now, if you told Alejandro you wanted to live in space, he was willing to help.

"I want to stay." You said in a small voice. Alejandro grinned, pleased. Meanwhile Rudy knew this was not going to be an easy change. There was going to be a battle with a program, but he figured because of your age and knowledge of your hybrid features, the program would be lenient with letting you stay on base.

"You'll have to pull your weight. Not just helping with exercises, the full nine yards. You'll do training along with the rest of the cadets, and you don't get to complain it's too hard." Alejandro told you. You had a feeling he would say that but you nodded in understanding.

"Sergeant Major, wheels up in 2 hours." You said, after knocking on Rodolfo's door. Rodolfo looked up from his packing and smirked with pride at you. You looked down at your attire looking for something out of place or maybe a stain you missed. Rudy just shook his head. "What is it?"

"Nothing your uniform is fine." Rudy said, putting a neatly folded stack of clothes in the bag before coming over to you. He opened his arms slightly offering a hug. You gladly took it, giving him an extra squeeze. They were going away for a while. You'd gotten used to them being absent for a few days, keeping up contact when there were opportunities. They were usually before lights out, since you were often busy with work on base.

"You better come back safe." You said.

"Tell that to my man." He muttered just loud enough for you to hear. You snickered, knowing exactly what he meant. You let go of him.

"You have everything?" You asked, while Rudy let you into his room and you sat on his bed. Rudy was the one who asked you that more than once.

"Yes Y/N." He said.

"Ale has his extra pair of safety glasses right?" You asked. Rudy nodded. You were mentally running through a packing list as you peeked in his bag. It was a small ritual by now, one the three of you would do whenever you had to leave for a while. Going over packing lists, and spending what time you had together before it was time to leave.

"Rudy have you see- never mind." Alejandro said, coming in and seeing you on the bed.

"You have your extra safety glasses right?" You asked him. Alejandro nodded, and you got up to give him a tight hug. "You finished packing?"

"Who do you think had to remind him to take his extra glasses?" Rudy piped up, as he put more items in his bag. You snickered, and Alejandro took the chance to tickle you for laughing at your superior. You just giggled, as you tried fruitlessly to fight back. Instead, you fled to the bed. Alejandro checked from a distance to make sure you were still playing before joining you on the bed.

"You'll call right?" You asked.

"Of course." Alejandro assured you, ruffling your hair. "We'll call if we need some extra help."

"You better." You told him. You got a tight hug from Alejandro as Rudy finished with his bag.

You followed your guardians out to the tar, going over a checklist for equipment. Before they stepped on to the ramp, you stood tall for them. You'd certainly grown into quite the little soldier. Both of them set down their bags to give you one final hug and a kiss on the head. You were going to miss them.

"Promise to come back safe?" You asked each of them. They both promised, as they always did. "Love you."

"Love you too, pequeña tejón." Rudy said, giving your hair another ruffle.

"Love you mija." Alejandro said.

You stepped away as they headed up the ramp, the engines starting to rev up. You stood tall, and saluted them both as the ramp was raised and shut behind them. You couldn't have asked for better parents.

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[barbarianbookhoe]

Artists and Muses

Requested by: @dreampissybaby

Request: "Hi! I was hoping you could write a request, please ignore this if you don't feel comfortable writing this. Alina introducing shy!reader to Nikolai. and she's just like quiet and in awe, but Nikolai loves. Like it took Alina three weeks to get reader to smile at her and it takes Nikolai 15 minutes to make her smile. And she feels super comfortable with him"

A/N: this is pure heartwarming fluff, though I added a lil twist to make it more exciting if that's okay. (The twist being Nikolai and reader were friends, I know, what a shock.)

Your time at the Spinning Wheel seemed to blend into one, long moment. You didn't spoke to anyone if it wasn't nessecary. Mostly because you didn't know what to say, but also because you were never the type to make small talk. You always had a hard time opening up to people, or just talk to someone without getting nervous about what you should or shouldn't say. You were shy in the sense that you favored comfortable silence over pointless conversation.

When the doors to the Spinning Wheel opened, you didn't look up to see who it was. Many people came in for the past week, and you felt less and less hopeful when you realized nor Alina, nor Mal was among them. As you walked down the big entrance hall to find more bandages, a familiar voice stopped you in your tracks.

"Y/N?" You heard a woman say and when you turned, you saw Alina standing at the entrance, Mal right next to her. "Y/N!" She shouted and made a run towards you. You didn't know what took a hold of you, but you began running too, and the two of you met in the middle with a crushing hug.

The two of you squeezed each other with a painful grip, before another voice spoke up. "Can I have my girl back now?" Mal said with a smile and the two girl made space for him to hug all of them.

You basked in their warmth, before you broke the hug. "I can't believe you're here! I almost began to think that you..." You swalloed before you continued with a head shake. "It doesn't matter now. How did you get here anyway?"

"We bargained our way onto Sturmhond's ship, then found the Sea Whip and I got my second amplifier to finally end Kirigan, then we got here on a flying ship which ended with a shipwreck from the sky, and we found out that Sturmhond is secretly-"

"Nikolai Lantsov." You whispered as you looked behind them to see him step through the doors. You watched him with a mix of shock and amazement. So he's the one who saved your friends?

Alina noticed the way you stared at him, and she smiled briefly at Mal before taking your arm in hers and leading the two of you to him. "I'd like you to meet the person who saved and then betrayed us."

"Betray? That's a harsh word. And if I remember correctly, I got my fare share of punishment for it. Still hurts by the way," Nikolai pointed to the side of his face and Alina rolled her eyes at him.

"And who is that pretty lady next to you?" Nikolai asked all of a sudden and turned his head to look at you. You began placing yourself behind Alina, but she was quick to hold you next to her, where he could see you.

"Y/N, this is Nikolai, Nikolai this is Y/N, my and Mal's best friend. She's who I told you about, who helped me escape in secret. Also, an excellent storyteller." You looked at her with wide eyes, pleading to let you go, but she just sweetly smiled back at you.

"Y/N? I've been looking for you for quite some time now. I suppose you escaped with Alina, then." Nikolai extended his hand for you to shake and you accepted it. After you left go of his familiar warmth, you clasped both of your hands behind your back. You nodded in agreement.

"That's why you're here." He smiled at you, but your face remained neutral, looking at him with curiosity. "I don't want to sound like the flirt everyone seems to make me out to be, but I don't forget a face such as yours, Gorgeous." He exaggerated on the last word and it made you chuckle.

You smiled as you questioned him. "Are you sure that you're not a flirt? You seem like the biggest one, Your Higness." Your smile didn't falter as he looked back at you with amusement. "That's the worst accusation I've ever heard about myself, and believe me, I've heart quite a lot of nasty things." He said and you chuckled again.

Alina looked at the two of you with wide eyes as she tried to piece together what was happening. You connected with the prince under mere seconds. What took Alina almost three weeks to achieve, it took Nikolai only one minute to make you smile and talk to him.

Mal came to stand next to Alina and the couple watched you and Nikolai smile and laugh at each other, with genuine curiosity and confusion. They were trying to figure out the connection between you, because they didn't think that their shy friend would randomly have a conversation with the Prince.

They both noticed that you were quick to smile at him, even though you still didn't talk that much, but definitely more than you used to. They also noticed the look in Nikolai's eyes as he noticed your small movements, hoping to get a message from those, if not your words.

"This might be a wrong time and place to ask this, but I'm a naturally curious person as you know, so my question is, would you be willing to tell one of your infamous tales? I never heard a single one, while I was in the Palace." Nikolai asked you, and the question made the smile falter from your face.

For once in your life, you didn't think about the words that came out of your mouth as you answered. "There never will be a good time for this, Nikolai. Might as well do it sooner than later. Who knows when will be the next time we can enjoy our lives, without constantly worrying if the next day will come?"

Nikolai looked back at you with a newfound amazement as he looked at you. Your words certainly made an impact on him, because you were quick to look away from his intense stare, and onto the floor. You were about to excuse yourself and go away, but then Nikolai spoke up with a sweet voice.

"You've changed since the last time I saw you. You became a little more spontaneous. I was curious before, but now I'm desperate to finally talk to you." He said and you stared back at him for a few seconds, before you lightly smiled at him.

"And when should we-" Your words were interrupted by one of the Grishas, an Inferni who you've been helping in the last week.

"Y/N! I need your help! Could you come with me real quick?" She asked and with an apologetic look you nodded to Nikolai, and left with the Inferni.

------------Later at Night-----------

It wasn't until midnight that you met Nikolai again. You bid goodnight to Alina and Mal, after the three of you caught up on the past few weeks, annoying Mal to the point he almost went to ask Tamar to execute him. Twice.

You were strolling through the halls and quickly regretted not borrowing the coat Mal handed to you. The halls were cold and you only had your long sleeved, blue dress on you. Sure, you had a thin nightgown under it, but it was a sorry excuse for warmth.

You went down another corridor, when all of a sudden, the doors next to you opened, revealing a muscled chest buried in a thick green robe. After you were done studying his chest, you looked up to see a smirking Nikolai looking back at you. You quickly turned your head away from him, hiding your flushed face.

"Nice to see you too," Nikolai chuckled and from the corner of your eye, you saw him tying the robe in front of his chest, covering up the muscles. He closed the door behind him and pointed forward, indicating a walk.

He fell in line next to you, as you tried to think of something to say. You always felt comfortable in his presence, that wasn't a problem, but you were quite nervous after seeing his really-not-so-bad muscles. You never knew what lied beneath those shirts and waistcoats while you worked at the Palace.

"You know that you can talk to me, right? You don't have to be nervous about saying something wrong," Nikolai softly said and you thankfully looked at him.

After a few more seconds of silence, Nikolai stopped you dead in your tracks with stepping in front of you. You almost collided with him, had he not took a step back to make a little space between you two.

"This might come off like I'm pressuring you, but I'm dying to know, and you know that I'm not exactly the most patient person." Nikolai quickly said, and you opened your mouth to question him, but he was quick to cut you off.

"I know that I have no business asking this, especially right now, but where have you been?" He asked with genuine concern. "For the last year I was asking about you, but you vanished into thin air. I mean, with Kirigan and the attacks I understand why one might go and-"

"You asked about me?" You asked on a quiet voice, and it made Nikolai look at you like you just told him the sky is green. "Of course I did. I even tried to locate you, but it was like your entire being got sweeped off the land."

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, amd you stared at him in shock. Did you really mean that much to him? Did he really try to found you of all people, during this war?

"But why?" You whispered and now it was Nikolai's turn to look at you in shock. "Why?" He breathlessly chuckled. "Why wouldn't I? You're the reason I did what I did in the last year. You kept me company while I sneeked out of the Palace, and quite honestly your words captivated me right then and there. You changed my entire perspective on everything I knew about Ravka and its people."

You looked at him with even more bewilderment than before, but took a risky step towards him, your eyes not leaving his. "And?" You asked on a soft voice, slightly tilting your head.

"And?" Nikolai asked back, and let out a slow breath before responding. "And I couldn't stop thinking about you. You were in my dreams, in my head, in the wind, you were everywhere. I couldn't stop imagining the moment I finally met you again. I could've even painted it if I had the talent for it." He swallowed as he looked down to his feet, like he was nervous.

You felt your breath get caught in your throat and you put a hand over your heart, while the other hugged your stomach. The nerves in your belly made your stomach turn in anticipation as you waited.

When Nikolai finnaly looked at you, you saw nothing but raw emotions in his eyes. Sincerity, pain and love. Yes, definitely love.

"I could write you poetry, I could paint you a hundred times, I could sing endless love songs to you. But I won't. I am no artist, Y/N." He closed that last remaining inch between the two of you and leaned closer to you, and you could feel his breath on your skin.

"Even if I'm a prince, even if I'm a bastard son, even if I'm a privateer, you are my muse. I am not an artist, but you are my muse, moye solnyshko."

[A/N: translation=my Sunshine]

His words made your heart practically burst out of your chest. You let your arms fall next to you, and took a quick look between Nikolai and his lips. Oh, to kiss him for just one moment. Would it be sweet like honey? Would it be soft like satin? Would it spin your head? You'd have to find out to know that.

"Can you," you started but the words seemed to die in your throat. Don't do this now. "I want you to," You whispered and despite what Nikolai said before, he stood there patiently, waiting for you to say what you wanted.

"Use your beautiful words, beautiful," Nikolai whispered and it was the only thing you needed to end the tension.

"I need you to kiss me." And within a second his lips were on yours. It was more than you expected. It was soft and warm, like a hug in the middle of winter. Nikolai was slow, like he was afraid you were going to vanish again if he let you go.

His hands found their way around your shoulders, and he hugged you close to himself. You clasped your hands behind his neck, keeping him from even attempting to pull away.

You had to break the kiss because you were running out of air, and the two of you panted as you tried to catch your breath. You looked at Nikolai with pure admiration, still not believing he spent an entire year looking for you, dreaming of you, thinking of you.

It made all of your sleepless night worth it. The nights you spent theorizing about where he could be, what could he be doing, if he even remembered you. This single kiss made this last year hurt a little less.

You were about to pull him in for another kiss, when a familiar voice interrupted you.

"Y/N, I've been looking for you every-" Alina said but when he saw the situation you and Nikolai were in, she quickly cleared hear throat. "Saints, I'm-I'm sorry for interrupting." She said. "I, uh, need Y/N for something. It'll be quick I promise."

She told the two of you, and you looked from her up to Nikolai, and before you could step away from him, he quickly whispered into your ear, so Alina wouldn't hear. "Meet me at your room."

You nodded while biting your bottom lip to keep yourself from smiling like an idiot. You let go of each other and you let Alina link your arms together, as she led you away.

You took a quick look back at Nikolai and saw him hiding a smile, which made you chuckle at him. The small noise made his face break out in a wide smile as he turned around.

"Mal and I were wondering if the two of you knew each other, because you were so comfortable with him earlier. Now I saw just how comfortable you are." Alina said with a light chuckle, before she continued. "You didn't seem so shy. Or is it just only with Nikolai?" She teased you and you attempted an angry glare at her, but she just giggled at you.

"Don't worry. You'll be back with your boyfriend in no time." Alina told you whick made your cheeks feel hot all of a sudden as you smiled to yourself.

For the first time in your life, you wouldn't be alone at night.

[cinamun]

Ooou sis! I'm working backwards yet again. I was trying to scroll/pick up where I last left off at but I got distracted at SPOILER ALERT...I REPEAT SPOILER ALERT (for those that are catching up too...please swiftly scroll...because Imma need to park here for a moment...

CAUSE NOT MY MR. BABY DADDY DOCTOR SIR...Nuh uh, her deflecting ass CANNOT be! I was trying to be a law obiding citizen, in theses here tumblr streets but I saw baby boo and got distracted (cause lawd knows his fine "I can fix that" ass is damn fine...you understand meeeee!). Standin in that office looking *bites knuckle* 😩Had to flip it in reverse cause Mercy's yellin ass is here *holds hand above head* and Imma need her to be here *holds hand at knee level*. NOT TODAY!

But also, while we're here...It never ceases to amaze me the way some think that therapy/healing is an overnight fix. GIRL HOW TF CAN YOU HEAL IF YOU CAN'T EVEN TELL YOURSELF THE DAMN TRUTH! Mercy, Ma'am, it took you all that damn time to pack this shit up (go through/deal with/live with/suppress/ignore it), it's gonna take you a good while to unpack. Girlie, that bag is so damn heavy, it's gonna take some years just to flip that MF over on it's back, so you can even begin to unzip it. Out here tryna read every MF body else but when it comes to yourself, it's *crickets*. Mercy, girl, I love you down (and Im giving you grace as I pack my ski mask and book my flight to San Sequoia...because WHOOOOOOO SHE THINK SHE TALKING TOOOOOOOO!?...

No but for real, all jokes aside, I'm looking forward to the day that she is ready and willing to do the work (and I'm looking forward to the twist & turns that you take us on to get there...because if we know anything we know the roads get topsy turvy round here!). Ya'll fasten your seatbelts and prepare for turbulence Lol. Switching gears a bit, I am glad that HoJay decided to put the babies in Daycare. That's a good choice (1) for the kids to be able to mix & mingle with more kiddos (2) for Hope to get reacquainted with "Hope" again & (3) so Mercy can finally give herself the time to serve herself for once too!

I may circle back at a later time when I've had enough rest to process other thoughts that's running in my mind. Til then, Imma be in the back corner pondering how many more lemon peps I can fit on my plate. BECAUSE THIS IS GOOOODT!

As is always the case sis I AM HOLLERIN!!! You said NOT MY DOCTOR GYATDAMMIT

I meannnnnnnnnnnn and I'm glad you brought up daycare. Did you see that flawless pivot Jay did because wtf you mean we don't need you? HOW IS THERAPY GOING MOM!?? Because she really thinks she can just bottle that shit back up like some tabasco sauce (or crystal) and start babysitting grandbabies again. NAWL SIS we got WORK to do first. The babies need social and emotional learning which is definitely not happening in Grandma Mercy's lil playroom.

She done been THROUGH some shit and thinks she can just forget it and hope she doesn't get thrown into a wall again and remember it. One thing the Good Doc™ is not, is stupid. Whether them awards of excellence on the wall are old or not, the brotha knows what he's doing and can probably see right through all that yelling in his expensive black and gold office.

Now the question is, will she take her ass back. Y'all stay tuned pls...

[ssentimentals]

f1 pairings as famous love tropes: charles leclerc x carlos sainz

love at first sight (fashion designer!AU)

'birds started singing and heaven fell down upon us the moment my eyes landed on you'

charles is panicking. he is also frustrated, but as of right now panic holds a bigger proportion in the overall share of his feelings. he is late and charles leclerc is never late. all final sketches for his spring-summer collection are ready except one final piece, the grand finale as charles likes to call it. frustration gnaws at his mind because whole collection apart from that final piece was ready and done in the first week - his short vacation in spain inspired him more than he would've thought. he locked himself up in his studio and let beauty come out of the drawings and god, he's never been prouder. every single piece of this collection reminds him of a gentle breeze, warm sea waves, pastel colored flowers on the beach. it's beautiful, it's wonderful and it's incomplete. charles might just kill someone.

loud groan makes everyone look up and he hastily throws last three sketches into the bin, wanting to set the whole thing on fire. clock on the wall almost mocks him, reminds him that he has only five hours left but five hours are not enough for perfection to be created and charles refuses to settle for anything less than perfect.

'go home, everyone.' charles announces, trying to keep anger out of his voice. it's no one's fault but his that collection is unfinished, anyway. 'you can finish your work tomorrow.'

at first no one moves, but when charles pointedly goes back to drawing ignoring everyone, his workers quickly free his studio, flocking one by one until only pierre stays. 'i decided that you could use some inspiration,' he starts, coming closer. 'so i invited several models to stop by.'

charles scoffs, not looking up. 'stupid idea. faces do not inspire me.'

'but those are models! you'll have to make a fitting check on some anways.' pierre tries. 'just be nice, yeah? i'll leave now, but like five of them should come now and oh, i prepared all the docs for the guy from audit, he should also be here shortly.' pierre reaches out and squeezes charles's shoulder lovingly. 'don't stress, calamar. you got this.'

'i don't.' charles cuts out, sighing. 'just go and don't forget to bring me something for dinner.'

pierre scoffs and mutters something about being used but charles is already focused on the drawing. twirling pencil with his fingers, he tries to imagine which look would fit the most for closing the show. his head is usually full of ideas but right now it's empty and only irrelevant memories from vacation spring up, carrying nothing helpful to his case. it's like he used up all of his creativity, which in itself is a very depressing thought; charles thinks it's time to add desperation to his mix of feelings. his eyes move from one sketch to another over and over again, hoping that answer is somewhere there. what is it that he's missing? which piece, which color combination, which-

'um, pardon? i came to-'

'what?!' charles barks out loudly at the interruption. fuck, he was getting somewhere, who dared to interrupt him now? 'what-'

oh. charles blinks at the sight of a tall man in front of him. he blinks again for good measure, just to make sure that his eyes are not playing tricks with him because he had too much caffeine. man in front of him looks like he stepped out of some editorial magazine with his stylishly combed dark hair and big brown eyes. charles is not a stranger to pretty faces; being a fashion designer somehow made him immune to shiny outer appereance of models and celebrities. his breath doesn't get knocked down, his pulse doesn't thrum and his heart doesn't beat faster from an objectively attractive face. it never did, anyway. until right now.

charles takes two steps closer, needing to inspect further. gorgeous tanned skin, plush lips, strong nose, thick neck. there's a bit of stubble on his jawline, which only accentuates how sharp it is. simple blue linen shirt hugs him nicely, stretches over his broad shoulders and only makes his skin tone look even more alluring with the contrast of light color on a tanned body. first two buttons undone are enough to make him look less formal but still not overly casual; peak of collarbones doesn't go unnoticed either. tucked in a fitted pair of straight jeans that make his legs look like they stretch for miles, hugging his thighs just a little to tease the shape - this man looks like -

'god,' charles whispers, awe unhidden in his voice. 'my god.'

perfect dark eyebrow rises up at this. 'i came for-'

'pierre told me,' charles interrupts, stepping even closer. 'you just need to stay here and not move, okay? just don't move.'

charles rushes back, grabs his sketchbook and starts working. 'what's your name?' he asks absentmindedly, chewing on his pencil.

'carlos.' thick accent sips through the cracks.

'perfect,' charles whispers, not looking up. 'absolutely perfect.'

carlos looks like sea. like when you stare at it and in the distance it's almost glowing from the sunlight reflected on it. carlos looks like lazy sunday afternoon, when you have nothing to do and nowhere to be, when your own company is your sole entertainment and that is enough. carlos looks like he is number one. it's in the way he is obviously sun's favorite boy from the way his skin is sunkissed all over; it's in the way god took it's time to make him the way he is to show people that perfection exists. carlos looks soft. his hair, his lips, his eyes - all is soft. god, especially his eyes. charles pauses and looks up, breath hitching at the way carlos is already looking back at him. non artistic people would've called those eyes 'doe eyes' or 'bambi eyes' but thankfully charles is an artist and he knows what those eyes really are. they are love. they are expressive even when their owner stays silent, they are talking and the stories they tell send a thrill down charles's spine. he feels it all - the breath knocked out, pulse thrumming, heart beating twice as fast thing. he stares like a masochist because it's painful to stare, charles doesn't think he should have a right to do so for free, but looking away feels criminal. carlos stares back, anyway. he doesn't say anything and he doesn't have to, his eyes talk for him. they are curious, swimming with possibilities and questions - charles wants to answer them all, wants to grab him by the hand and tell him that everything is possible, he will make it become possible for him.

'where are you from?' charles breaks the silence, looking down at his sketch and continuing his work.

'spain. madrid, specifically.'

god, of course this embodiement of a sun is from spain, from a region where sun shines with all the love and gentleness on its' people. it's so fitting, too. charles can easily picture carlos there, can see how he'll fight right in with all the incredible architecture and colorful nature and- that's it. that's the key. his final piece. charles works without breathing, overtaken by his vision - a modern piece, the kind which looks good for a stroll on the bustling madrid street and fits a nice time in nature. a perfect balance, one that attracts attention not because it's loud but because it's so confident. like carlos. huh, so much for 'faces do not inspire me'.

'from which agency you are?' charles asks, moving to another sketch. he needs to check angles but now that he's got an idea, everything else will come to him easier. 'you can start stripping now, i'll do the color check. i think terracota will look amazing on you, let me check if we have any samples left.'

he stands up to go check fabrics but stops, when carlos just stares back at him, unmoving. he opens his mouth to ask what's wrong, when someone knocks and several guys enter one by one. 'hello,' one of them starts. 'we are here for fit check. pierre sent us.'

charles frowns. charles is also not stupid so he connects dots quickly enough to realize that carlos is- 'you are the audit guy,' he breathes out and carlos offers a small smile in response. 'holy shit.'

'i'm flattered you thought that i am one of those guys,' carlos tilts his head to the side of newcomers. 'they are models, no?' charles nods and he chuckles, shaking his head. 'nice. thanks, i guess.'

'i'm so sorry,' charles mutters, feeling heat rising to his cheeks. god, blush doesn't suit him, can he not blush right now?

'you caught me off guard there with your stripping part,' carlos comments and his voice is so smooth and melodic, charles never wants him to stop talking. 'i was going to say that you could've at least asked me out to dinner first.'

charles stares at carlos with eyebrows pushed up his hairline. what is happening right now? throat clearance from waiting guys brings him out of his thoughts though and he quickly asks them to wait outside for few minutes, needing to stay alone with carlos. he finds docs that pierre left for him and comes closer, holding them tightly. this close scent of carlos's cologne makes his head spin a little: it's a wave of ocean at first but with a twist of something sweeter, darker, which pulls you in. charles feels like he's about to drown.

'those are for me?' carlos asks, pointing at the docs. 'from pierre, right?'

charles nods and doesn't make a move to hand them to carlos. carlos is also not taking them and they are stuck at this staring contest, which is ridiculous but how can charles let him go? his muse, his final piece? 'you are it,' he lets out, holding eye contact with carlos, which is not an easy thing when having carlos's eyes on him feels electric. 'my- i needed my final piece. i have it now, i know how it'll look. i drew it just now, you are-'

'can i see?' carlos interrupts.

charles doesn't show his unfinished sketches to anyone. he also doesn't fall head over heels for guys from audit but this day is full of firsts, apparently. carlos stands by his side when charles hands him his sketchbook and the way his eyes trace every single detail of the lines make charles feel giddy. he waits impatiently, practically buzzing with energy by the time carlos returns him the sketchbook.

'it's beautiful,' he says and his tone is different. it's softer than before, filled with honey, honesty and promise. 'very, very pretty.'

charles almost says something idiotic like not as pretty as you but thankfully he still has head to mouth filter. he bites his lower lip and feels a surge of power in the way carlos immediately looks down, the way those eyes instantly zero on this action. his eyes are always talking even when he doesn't; his eyes are love and right now charles's own hunger is reflected in them. kiss me charles want to whisper. you can take me right now and i will succumb to you the way artists succumb to their muses, wholeheartedly and inevitably.

'what's your name?' carlos asks and if there's a slight drop in his voice, none of them mention it.

'charles.' his own name feels foreign on his tongue. 'leclerc.'

carlos hums, tracing lovingly charles's face with his eyes. 'leave those docs here, charles. i need an excuse to come here again.'

there's no way that carlos doesn't hear loud beating of his heart. heat blooms in the short space between them and charles wants. god, how much he wants. he nods, not trusting his voice not to crack if he speaks.

'i will come tomorrow,' carlos says and there it is, the promise that charles heard so clearly in his tone. 'when you will not have five handsome models waiting to strip for you. when will that be?'

'come today,' charles lets out, not caring if he's acting desperate. 'after eight.'

carlos doesn't seem to think that he's desperate. fire in his eyes ignites and oh, he wants, too. he looks at charles like he wants to forget that he's on work and that there are people waiting for him outside of the door; he looks at charles like charles wants him to look at him. oh, this is wonderful.

'after eight.' carlos agrees and it's a promise again. sweet like honey.

charles stays under some spell for few minutes after carlos is gone and it takes a loud 'shall we start?' from a model to kickstart his brain again. he quickly fishes out his phone and sends pierre text message: 'audit guy dropped by. final piece is ready. do not come to bring me dinner, do not come at all' and takes a deep breath. time to work.

a/n: my love ode for carlos and his eyes is done, please take it and hold it with care :') come to my inbox with suggestions of which other pairings i should write for! - nini

my other formula 1 writings are here

my seventeen writings are here

[artemismoorea03]

Monkies Deserve Better References pt 1

This is a bit of a long one so to save people who follow me for my other series I'm going to put it behind a 'read more' line. Both for that reason and because I couldn't be bothered drawing clothes so the references are naked (not like anything graphic though, they're basically shaped like barbies, don't worry)!

The reference I used I found on pinterest but was made by Toresoza on Twitter for those who want a better high quality version with all the hand shapes will have to find it on Twitter, but for now have this low quality Pinterest one to start out.

Now! Onto the proper references! Keep in mind this is how the characters look from anything before Macaque's Not Alright! There might be some missing scars that the characters should have in canon that they don't have here (namely MK because it was 4 am and I forgot) so they might change slightly but for now here we go!

Let's start with Wukong! First with his glamours up and then with them down! (Peach included because I couldn't get the little shit's hand to work with me so I fed him).

The scar on his brow and cheek would very likely be canon as well as the one on his upper left arm and right elbow which would have all happened during the fight with Nezha.

Included on his face are also the headband scars, burns around his eyes which are red after the Demon Hospital fiasco. Also from the demon hospital fiasco are most of the dark patches on his body (realizing now I missed another burn spot on his inner right forearm that's older than the rest but that's fine). When he was tossed in the forget his fur was magically burned whever it was touching the table which is why he has lines on his tail, wrists and ankles (noticed another mistake on his tail but AGAIN IT WAS LATE LET ME LIVE /lh /j). I'll fix it later but I'm too tired to bother now.

The injuries on his chest and stomach are a mix of the Demon Hospital stuff and MK's Not Alright injuries while the white on his back, shoulders, sides and hips are all from LBD :3

Other details about MDB/MAA Wukong as well as all of the monkeys is that his fur and hair are slightly different shades that are barley noticeable (I'm even questioning if I did it for him but I'm going to hope I did x'D). Wukong is also covered in freckles which he doesn't bother glamouring due to how much energy it would take.

Wukong also shares a bit of a 'dad bod' with Canon Wukong (I'm still learning how to draw weight, so ignore that he looks pregnant he's just supposed to be a little squishy). He is also the tallest of the three monkeys I have done, standing at a super tall /s 5'6" (167 cm/66 in (according to Google)).

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Next is Macaque who until I actually did this I thought had the most scars. Nope. His scars are the biggest but he probably has the least amount of scars x'D

Macaque's canon injuries on his chest and eye are visible when he's not glamoured but not nearly as obvious as his newer scars.

On his back is a whip scar that he got from Havoc and Confusion - the timeline on this is messed up and will be edited sooner or later -but it happened when he was quite young and doesn't bother him nearly as much as some of the other scars.

The scar on his right thigh, palms of his hand, horizontally across his chest and through his stomach all came from the Seven-Star Sword.

The three scars across his chest are from Wukong's Not Alright when he was cut down by the giant cat monster. This is also when the edges of his fur started to grow in white when they grew back (he should have a couple of other white patches on his body from smaller injuries but they don't have set spots other than *maybe* in his inner elbows, but again, it's not set).

Then, the final and newest scars are on his hips which he gained during the most recent run in with Confusion.

The white on his fur and in his hair is his 'natural' color from before he was killed the first time (not when Wukong killed him) while the blue is from LBD. The blue will likely never turn fully white but might lighten over time to be a more gray color than blue, but that will take a long time and unless Macis willing to shave himself completely most of his fur will always remain black

Other details about Macaque are his six ears in his unglamoured form which are red, blue and teal based on the colors from the 2009 Monkey King series which also inspired a lot of Macaque's background and life story.

Macaque is the smallest of the three monkeys and stands at 5'3" (160 cm /63.6 In).

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Finally, there's MK and oh boy. I didn't realize how much of a break this kid needed after all of this but considering how his scars look I'm about to send him on vacation. A paid vacation with therapy included because holy shit.

After I finished making MK I realized I forgot to look for any canon scars that he would have, but considering most of them would be covered by fur I'm also not in a rush to go through and look through them.

His oldest scar is on his forehead mostly hidden by his hair which is the scar mentioned in the third chapter in the series. From there the scars get bigger and more dramatic the longer it goes on, so let's go through the list.

The scars on his right shoulder is from the snakes that infest the Earth Turtle! Also from his adventure on the Earth Turtle are his top surgery scars which he doesn't glamour (he spends too much time/energy glamouring everything else and he's proud of them, so why bother).

He has a matching wound to Macaque on his lower left stomach (which might be in the wrong spot but again i'm tired) came from Monkies Aren't Alright when Chang Liu stabs him with an immortal killing weapon to have access to what 'makes him tick'.

Then in MK's Not Alright he got attacked by another non-venomous snake that bit his left shin and left deep scarring there as well but oddly enough that was the only scar he gained from that one.

In Wukong's Not Alright he gained two scars, the one through his right shin and the wound to his left shoulder blade.

The rest of the scars - the one on his face, most of the ones on his cheek, chest, back, legs, and tail all came from Macaque's not alright with some other minor scars that I forgot about x'D. They are a mixture of whip wounds, slash wounds and burns all came from Havoc, Ginger and Confusion trying to control him.

Other details include slight discoloration on his fingers from the same torture he went through to get the majority of his scars. Part of his bangs are discolored to be white and he's covered in countless white freckles giving him a very 'starry' appearance to him. (which in a way makes his fur look like space with the scars being shooting stars and planets).

MK is the 'middle' monkey and stands at 5'5" (165cm/65in , only an inch shorter than Wukong.

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That's all that I have done right now but I'm hoping to make Loi, Red, Mei, and Nezha at some point as well as Tu, Yuanhou, Mihou, Changpu, Pengu and a super secret fifth option too ;3

That being said, if there are any characters you want me to try to make a reference for, just let me know. These were just some of the ones most requested by my discord and friends so I thought I'd do them first. Once I have the others done though, I'll post them.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

I don’t know why but I got this idea in my head of Cater’s sisters being really into Ace’s brother. Maybe because I got Cater and Ace mixed up all the time when I first saw the character designs for TW.

Ah, yes. Putting more Heartslabyul boys in familial crises with the fear that their own [relative] may start a relationship with a [relative] of a classmate (the last one was Mrs. Spade + "Silver's dad") :)) That's been my favorite thing to write lately, lol

I wrote Cater’s sisters with the concept of bubbly, sociable girls and gyaru fashion/subculture in mind. There's a lot of "like" and "totally" in their vocabulary! Ace's brother is 7 years older than him, so in my head I'm placing the Diamond sisters around that ballpark too. (We don’t actually know what the age difference between the Diamond siblings are, nor do we know that much about the character of the sisters other than having girlish interests and being somewhat bossy with Cater.)

Family means Nobody is Left Behind or Forgotten.

Head-turning was an understatement for the effect the Diamond sisters had on NRC’s general populace. The gemstone of their surname might have implied elegance in the right context—but they were more the gaudy kind of jewels, shining so brightly it was difficult to ignore them.

The Diamond sisters dressed loudly, talked loudly, and lived, laughed, and loved loudly. It earned them no shortage of strange looks and stares. Attention, but not the good kind.

The cards that Cater held so close to his chest threatened to slip out from between his fingers and scatter. Putting on an act was one thing—but when his sisters were present? A whole different act to balance.

People looked too closely. They wondered. All things he worked so tirelessly to avoid.

His house of cards threatened to topple.

“Is this really your dorm?” one sister gushed, disrupting Cater’s thoughts.

She gazed at the red roses that wreathed the lounge. Cards were also strung above to give the illusion of floating down. Suspended clocks ticking away the time, racking up the seconds.

“Heartslabyul’s, like, so aesthetically pleasing!” the other sister declared. “It’s like I just walked straight into a viral Magicam pic.”

“Yup, it’s my dorm alright!” Cater said quickly, careful to not let his smile falter. “Hey, if you like Heartslabyul, then we should check out the other six dorms too. You might find a place that vibes with you even more!”

“Really? But I wanna soak up the atmosphere of your dorm first!!” The first sister fell back into a quilted couch with a pout.

The second shook her head and tutted. “Let’s stop and smell the roses, okay, Cay-Cay?”

“Eeeeh? That’s easy for you two to say… I kinda get tired of smelling roses all day myself. Don't 'cha find it a little stifling? There are other places we could hang."

His sisters looked at him incredulously, neither of them willing to budge. He had feared this--their headstrongness had been the cause of many disputes as children.

"Maybe we could hit up the gardens then?" Cater offered, changing up his tactics. "It's so big, and there's so much to see there! Lots of 'cammable spots! We could spend all afternoon wandering it and getting lost~"

Hopefully out of sight for the entire day. It was more energy than he had hoped to expend, but it was a concession Cater was forced to make.

At this, the Diamond sisters leapt up excitedly.

"Omg, pics with floral backgrounds are like, SO hot right now. It's the season for it!"

“Is there a flower archway? Or a trellis we could pose in front of?”

“All that and more!“ Cater beamed and gestured to the open door. It led into a twisting hallway, checkered in black and white squares. When he looked to his sisters, he mustered all the eagerness he could. “Come on, let’s shake a leg and check it out!”

“What, you’re checking me out?”

“… Eh?” Cater whipped back to the doorway.

A man was now there, casually leaning against the frame. He wore a confident grin on his handsome face, poised with the laidback sort of swagger of a street-smart alleycat.

Riddle would have blown a fuse at how he dressed—his vest was open, his shirt wasn’t fully tucked in, nor full buttoned. His tie was loose too, and tossed over the shoulder… and, worst of all, he had the same impish glitter in his cherry eyes as Ace did. Double trouble, it seemed.

“I didn’t think my lil’ bro’s classmates would be so into me,” the Ace-like man joked.

Cater blinked as realization kicked in. “Eh, could it be that you’re Ace-chan’s…”

Right on cue, the first year in question popped up from around the corner. He crammed himself in the doorway with his brother with a groan.

“Would it kill you to wait up for me?!” Ace cried indignantly. “Just cuz you’re visiting your alma mater doesn’t mean you can ditch me to run off and do whatever!”

“Can’t help it if you still can’t outrun me,” his brother smirked. “Maybe you oughta work out some more.”

“Yeah, right! You just got a head-start is all. I bet I’m WAY more in shape than you are!”

Yup, that pretty much confirms it… They argue like siblings—I’d know it anywhere.

"I didn’t know your brother would be dropping in," Cater began. Rapt gasps cut off the rest of his thought.

“O. M. G.”

The blood in Cater’s veins ran cold. He didn’t need to look to know that something had completely entranced his sisters.

They were both suddenly on either side of Cater, sandwiching him between them. "Cay-kun, who’s this cutie?! Where have you been hiding him?"

For once in his life, he was at a total loss for words. Cater stared pleadingly at Ace, his puppy dog eyes (a technique he had learned from many fake Magicam apology vids) on full blast.

The first year wiggled his brows at Cater, then strolled forward. He slicked hair back with both hands (he had seen it once in a movie) and made what he probably thought was an attractive expression. “Ladies, ladies! I know I'm hot stuff! No need to clamor, there’s plenty of me to go around.”

The Diamond sisters flew right by him, snubbing the boy.

"... Huh?"

Both Cater and Ace gawked as the girls clustered around the older of the Trappola brothers. One sister took hold of his right arm, the other, the left, in a desperate bid for his attention. The Diamond sisters giggled coquettishly, batting their eyes at Ace's brother and toying with locks of their hair.

"Hey, cutie~ You free right now? Cuz we totes are!"

"Let's ditch our bros and get to know each other better! You're, like, def our type."

"Oh, you've got to be kiddin' me," Ace groaned, face-palming.

His brother smiled languidly and shrugged. "Sorry, my dude. I can't help being a chick magnet. Better luck next time."

"You don't sound very sorry about it!!"

"What else is a guy supposed to do in a situation like this? I'll make it up to you somehow, promise!"

"Aw, you care about your little bro's feelings? I love that," one of the Diamond sisters swooned, a hand to her forehead.

"Hot and considerate? He's the total package!" The other traced a light circle on his chest, a longing sigh drawn out from between her lips.

"Oh, BARF." Ace yanked on Cater's sleeve, demanding, "Uh, a little help here, Cater-senpai?! You CAN'T be okay with this, right?"

"Eeeh, you seriously want me to get in the way of true love, Ace-chan?" he pulled back, both hands up--distancing himself from the situation. "Sorry, but I'm not up for it."

"Oh, come on! True love, my ass! You're fine with your sisters peacing out on you to flirt and make goo-goo eyes?!"

"Honestly, whatever keeps them out of my hair~" Cater replied with a mischievous wink. "And besides, I don't want to deal with the potential fallout if they kick up a fuss about it. Haven't you ever heard of 'hell hath no fury like a woman scorned'?"

With a grin, the third year wrangled his junior by the shoulder and brought him close. "I should actually be thanking you, Ace-chan! You got me out of a real tight pinch there~"

“Yeah, and now you put me in a pinch!” he groused back, shoving Cater away. There was no shame to his senior’s smile, only smug satisfaction. “Traitor!”

“Geez, that’s mean of you to say. I didn’t ever promise you anything, did I? We just happened to cross paths and things worked out in my favor 🎵”

"Well thanks for NOTHING, then!"

[toughguymatt]

Night Drive

Part 1/3

Pairing: AU!Nick x Male OC (Adrian Rivers) Summary: Curiosity getting the better of him, Nick takes up an offer to go on a late night drive. Warnings/Content: Language. Oral sex. Third Person POV. Posted in three parts, so it's an easier read. Smut is in the final part. A/N: When we say AU, we mean it. Nick bartends, is into cars, and knows how to drive? Crazy. Buckle up, get strapped in. Also, the FC for Adrian is Vinnie Hacker, but feel free to picture whoever you like.

“I think I’m gonna get a drink and head on out. This jet lag is kicking my ass,” Adrian spoke loudly in Tara’s ear. “Text me later, yeah?” He couldn’t exactly make out what Tara said above the raucous bass, but her nod and smile was enough confirmation. Adrian watched as she descended up the stairs to the private VIP entrance, a tray of shots balanced perfectly beneath her hand. She had insisted that he come by Nova so they could catch up on her break, but Tara was in high demand tonight. Adrian blew out a breath, trying to ignore the unread emails piling up in his inbox, and forced his way through the maze of drunk patrons to the bar.

He smiled at the busy bartender. "Hi, can I get a cherry Coke?" 

Nick's head swiveled toward the customer, automatically leaning in a bit to hear his order over the music. He spoke back, loud enough for him to hear, and maybe then some. "You want that on the rocks, big spender?"

He wasn't about to question the lack of alcohol in the drink, but a cherry Coke? Why could no one order a Starry or something? Aside from the fact that Starry was ass.

Adrian presented his credit card between two fingers. "You can close the tab. It's all I'm getting." He waited a moment before speaking again over the music. "I'm sorry, but were you the valet earlier in the week? I had the white- Well, you probably don't remember. But you look very familiar." Nick’s fingers clasped around the card and stuck it in the reader. While it was thinking, so was he. "White Camaro, black leather seats? Smelled like vanilla?" 

The tips of Adrian's ears burned red beneath his hair. He didn't expect the other to recall his car at all, or what it smelled like. "I got it detailed recently."

Nick hummed as he grabbed a mixing glass, replaying the image of last week in his mind while pouring in just a bit of grenadine. Of fucking course Nick remembered him. How could he not? That car was sexy as hell. "Oh yeah. I drove that thing up and down those streets. Side to side. Left and right. Had to drive it backwards on the way back, though.” He spun the reader back to the customer with one wrist, so he could finish the transaction. “Took the miles right off."

"Backwards, huh?" Adrian entered a 20% tip and his pin on the number pad: the date of his bakery’s opening. "Sounds like you could teach me a thing or two." His smile never left his lips as slid his card into his phone case. Adrian wasn't used to such confidence when people spoke to him. Usually there was a sort of trepidation, a fawningness. But not in this scenario. The bartender couldn't care less about how Adrian looked. The same couldn't be said for Adrian,  however, he was immediately attracted. Even the glint from the bartender's nose ring was sexy. "So," Adrian popped a cherry into his mouth, "should I ask for you personally next time I'm here, since you know how to handle my car so well?" 

Nick’s gaze caught on the sharp angles of the customer’s face and the way the cherry on his tongue matched the tint of his lips. “You want me to handle your car after I’d basically just said I’d taken it for a joy ride?” Had he? He’d never say for sure, especially since he could get in trouble and he wasn’t completely fucking insane. But a smile tugged at his lips nonetheless as he wiped his hands on the bar towel that hung just below the counter. “That’s crazy.” 

"But you brought it back without a scratch.” Adrian took a sip. “I think that's pretty impressive." Any other customer would probably swig down the rest of the drink, give their thanks, and go about their night without another thought, but Adrian never passed by an opportunity. "I'm sorry," Adrian blushed slightly beneath cascading lights, "I know this is forward, and I know you're working, but... I'd really like your number."

The way this guy went from ridiculously hot to cute was like a jump scare to Nick, and his hand flew up to his chest like the request was an insult. “Whaat?” His own cheeks flushed. “Why? No!” he said a little sharply before clearing his throat. Nick busied his hands, moving dirtied cups off the countertop. “You know, reporting me to the Better Business Bureau or whatever the fu—“ He corrected himself. No cussing on the job. Granted, no one told him anything yet, but he was trying his best before they did. “Or whatever that is won’t do anything. I was joking, and shi—stuff.”

"What? No. I'm not going to report you," Adrian chuckled. "I just wanted your number."

Nick eyed him for a moment. Again, this guy was way too hot to still be here. Nick should shut the fuck up and just give him his number. And yet… 

“Why?”

"Why?" Adrian was louder than he intended. The music thrummed inside his ears and chest. "I think you're hot. And I'd like to get to know you? Unless you're taken or something. Or not gay." 

“Oh, no, I’m definitely gay.” Was Nick hearing things? Was the music making his ears ring? He thought Nick was hot? Bullshit. This guy was, like, ripped out of a fan fiction or something. “And single.” He blurted. “I’m not supposed to give out personal information on the job.” Why did he say that? Fucking dammit.

"Okay." Adrian nodded. "Understood." He pushed his empty glass away from him. "Do you," he pointed to the register, "mind if I have my receipt?"

“Yeah, sorry, here.”

Adrian swiped a pen from the tabletop. "If you can't give me your number," he spoke as he scribbled on the paper, "I'll give you mine." He pushed it towards him. Adrian Rivers 555-6421

“Adrian Rivers,” Nick read out loud, eyebrows raising. His eyes shifted to him in suspicion. “Okay, you’re making this up. Even your name is hot.”

Adrian laughed. "Feel free to Google me. I'm a real person, I swear. Or just ask Tara." He pointed with his thumb behind him. "She'll vouch for me." Adrian moved from the stool. "I hope I hear from you. And I also hope that the next time I see you, I'll be buying you a drink instead." Adrian grinned and moved to exit. "It was nice to meet you, Nick."

Before Nick had time to question why he knew his name (and then realize why), Adrian was gone. Nick didn’t realize he was still looking after him until a customer stepped up to where Adrian once was. He crumpled the receipt slightly, but then tucked it in his pocket, and cut his eyes over to Tara who was now looking at him. “What?” he mouthed, though there was a slight smile to it, before getting back to work.

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Nick had been stalking the hot customer’s Insta for the past few days - of fucking course he had. Being hit on at the bar wasn’t a new occurrence, but it was definitely new for Nick to be interested. In a scientific way, of course. In a who-the-hell-was-this-guy sort of way. Definitely. For sure. No other reason. The series of selfies, the majority shirtless, just so happened to be there. So what if Nick looked? That’s what they were there for. Duh. It absolutely did not mean he was going to text him back. No way.

adrianrivers just posted a photo.

Nick’s jaw quite literally dropped open. “What the fuck…” he whispered, eyes assaulted by tan skin and warm eyes and an unending expanse of tattoos. He stopped thinking and pulled up Adrian’s contact in his phone. He tried not to question why he’d added his number to begin with. 

Nick: wtf was that??? Nick: i didn’t expect to be assaulted by your abs when creeping insta Nick: but i like your tattoos Nick: btw this is Nick from the bar. you gave me your number for some reason

Adrian: oh? have you decided I'm a real boy now? Adrian: thank you lol. kind of lost count how many I have. do you have any? Adrian: some reason? I told you why. you're hot.

Nick: im still on the fence tbh Nick: shut up. anyway Nick: i do have tattoos. my arm is starting to look like a doodle board so i’m thinking i probably need to cool it for half a second Nick: what’s the first one you got then

Adrian: ok I'll bite. what do I have to do to prove it? Adrian: you only live once. why not get cool tattoos while you're at it. Adrian: first one? fuck. it's been a minute. I think it's the one on my arm. an angel. Adrian: what's the last one you got?

Nick: you’re a little TOO hot so I’m going to need some kind of embarrassing story otherwise I’m going to assume you’re ai Nick: u right Nick: cool. I’d like to see that Nick: the triforce. you can barely see it with the other ones I have around it Nick: okay, what’s your favorite one

Adrian: you sure you scrolled down far enough? you'll see a very dorky 8th grade me. braces. glasses. The whole thing. Adrian: so you're a zelda fan huh? I'll show you mine if you show me yours. Adrian: my favorite is always my newest. Adrian: are you at work right now?

Nick: god no three posts of thirst traps and i felt like i was entering creep territory Nick: now that you know i might scroll down more so now’s ur chance to private your shit Nick: sounds tempting but pretty sure im busy that day typing… Nick: shift doesn’t start till 8. why?

Adrian: just three? maybe I should post more. Adrian: no point in being ashamed of it. it's still me. Adrian: depends. when do you get off?

Nick: bar closes at 2 and I’m out by 3 Nick: are you planning on snatching me up and axe murdering me Nick: bc I have a right to know so I can make arrangements for the right pic of me to be on the news

Adrian: I don't even know how to use an axe. a butcher knife maybe. but really I was thinking we could take a drive somewhere after you're off. no murder involved. Adrian: you can even show me how you drive it in reverse.

Nick: a butcher knife. thats messy as fuck Nick: at 3am??? what if I murdered YOU Nick: don’t you have a bedtime typing….Nick: i feel like you know i can’t say no to that

Adrian: I don't mind getting my hands dirty sometimes. so are you going to murder me then? Adrian: my schedule is a little off. why? do you want to tuck me in? Adrian: hey if the only leverage I have is my car, I'll take it if it means I see you again.

Nick: it sounds like you want me to Nick: insomnia? and yeah. sure. that’s exactly it. ill even tell you a goodnight story- fuck off Nick: it’s working Nick: if you want to risk your life and your car, swing by a little after 3. I’ll drive it backwards and forwards for you. upside down. all of that.

Adrian: I'll take my chances. Adrian: something like that. love that one. read it again. Adrian: sounds like a date. I'll see you after 3. Nick: ill write up my will on my break Nick: and text you when im out

Part Two

[kyleoreillylover]

Forgiveness

Sami Zayn x Fem!Black!Reader

Summary: After Sami leaves the Bloodline, he begs for your forgiveness, after weeks of you avoiding him and refusing to work with him again. But Sami wouldn't be Sami if he gave up, and after he lays it all on the line⎯ for better or for worse⎯ he begs for your forgiveness in a different way.

tagged: @southerngirl41 @venusesworld @jeysbae @reci1996 @tbonesteakwithasideofmashngrav @hope4more-blog @selena-tyler-564@saintaquarius @whatdoeseverybodywant @raya-hunter01@empressdede

word count:8,286

setting: around late march 2023

warnings: smut!!

a/n: not really my best work but I love Sami, got inspired by him nd Kevin's storyline, and worked hard on this so here I am posting it. Hope ya'll enjoy!! (also gif doesn't resemble reader, just a aesthetic for the fic, imagine the reader however you want!)

The sun setting on the horizon made for a beautiful view, but Sami couldn't take his eyes off of you as he raced to catch up with you.

You looked gorgeous even while angry. You wore a frown on your face and a hoodie that clung to your figure, the soft fabric swaying with each step you took.

"Wait, Y/N, wait!" He called after you as you reached your car, ignoring him and unlocking the trunk, trying to put your luggage away. Sami grabbed your arm gently, trying to get your attention.

"Please, just hear me out," he pleaded, his voice filled with urgency and sincerity.

You turned to face him, your expression a mix of frustration and curiosity. "Let me guess, Kevin didn't hear you out so you saw fit to come after me instead?" you retorted, your tone sharp yet tinged with vulnerability.

Sami's eyes softened as he took in your words. "I know you're upset, and you have every right to be. But please, just hear me out," he implored, his gaze locking with yours.

"I gave you how many months to leave the Bloodline and then you chose them over me! And now you expect me to listen to whatever excuse you have?" You snapped, your voice trembling with hurt and betrayal.

"Just do what you do best and leave me alone." Your words hung heavy in the air, thick with emotion as you shut your car trunk forcefully, signaling the finality of your decision.

Sami took a step back, his heart sinking at your words. He knew he had hurt you deeply, and the weight of his choices pressed heavily on his shoulders. But he couldn't give up without one last try. He would never give up on you. "Y/N, please," he pleaded again, his voice barely above a whisper. "I know I messed up, but⎯"

"But what?" You interrupted, your voice filled with a mixture of anger and pain. "There's nothing left to say, Sami. You made your choice."

Sami took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts as he looked into your eyes, seeing the hurt reflected back at him. "But I made the wrong choice, Y/N. I was blinded by loyalty, by the promises they made. But I see now that none of it matters if I don't have you by my side," he confessed, his voice trembling with sincerity.

You shook your head, tears welling up in your eyes. "It's too late, Sami. I'm not sure I can trust you anymore," you whispered, your voice barely audible over the sound of your racing heart.

Sami reached out, his hand trembling as he tried to brush away a tear from your cheek, but you flinched away, your heart still raw from the pain he had caused. "I understand if you can't forgive me right away. But please, give me a chance to make things right," he pleaded, his voice filled with desperation.

He wanted to tell you how he really felt about you, but he didn't want to scare you away when you are already being so hostile. "We can defeat the Bloodline together, we don't even have to be friends, we can just work together, but I know that we can beat them if we're united."

You stared at him, and Sami's heart hurt when he saw even more pain and hurt flash across your face. You scoffed, sarcastically chuckling at his suggestion. "Work together?" Your voice cracked with emotion, the pain of betrayal still fresh in your heart.

"Yes, work together," Sami affirmed, his voice unwavering despite the uncertainty in your gaze. "I know it won't be easy, and I know I don't deserve your trust right now. But I'm willing to do whatever it takes to earn it back. I'll prove to you that I'm on your side, that I'm committed to fighting against the Bloodline and protecting you."

You studied him for a moment, and you bit your lip, willing the tears to stay at bay. The ache in your chest was almost suffocating, and Sami's concern grew tenfold at seeing you in such distress. "Please, Y/N," he pleaded softly, his eyes pleading for forgiveness. "Give me a chance to make things right. I'll do whatever it takes to earn back your trust, to show you that my loyalty lies with you."

You pushed his hand away gently, taking a step back as you processed his words. The air was heavy with tension, and the fading sunlight cast long shadows across the pavement. Sami's eyes bore into yours, searching for any sign of hope.

"Why would I want to work with someone who doesn't even wanna be my friend?" You paused, your voice wavering as you struggled to articulate the storm of emotions raging inside you. "You don't even want to be my friend, Sami. You just want to use me to beat the Bloodline," you accused, the bitterness evident in your tone.

Sami's brain shut down at your words, his heart sinking even further at the realization of how much he had hurt you. He had been so consumed by his own guilt and fear that he had failed to realize he went about this the wrong way. He didn't ask if you still wanted to be his friend, he simply assumed that you would be willing to work together solely based on your shared enemy.

He had been so focused on convincing you to join his cause that he had neglected the most important thing: your feelings. And he knew you deserved more than that.

"Y/N, that's not true," he protested, his voice pleading as he took a step closer to you.

"Oh really? Then what is true, Sami?" you challenged, your voice laced with skepticism. "Enlighten me, because from where I'm standing, it seems like you only care about yourself and your vendetta against the Bloodline."

Sami's heart sank further at the harshness of your words, but he knew he deserved every bit of it. He had been selfish, so consumed by his own anger and guilt that he had failed to see the pain he had caused you. And now, standing before you, he realized just how much he had lost by pushing you away.

"I know I've made mistakes, Y/N," Sami began, his voice heavy with remorse. "And I'm sorry. I've been so focused on trying to make things right that I lost sight of what truly matters: you."

He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he was about to say next. "I don't just want to defeat the Bloodline. I want to protect you, to make sure you're safe. And if that means putting aside our differences and working together, then I'm willing to do it. But not just as allies, Y/N. As friends."

You looked at him, searching his eyes for any hint of deception, but all you found was sincerity. His words echoed in your mind, and you felt the walls you had built around your heart begin to crumble. Could you really trust him again after everything that had happened?

Sami held his breath, waiting for your response, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew he had hurt you deeply, and he would understand if you couldn't forgive him. But he hoped, with every fiber of his being, that you would give him another chance.

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you gazed into Sami's earnest eyes, seeing the vulnerability and regret reflected back at you. Despite the pain he had caused, there was something in his plea that resonated with you, something that made you want to believe in the possibility of redemption.

Then you opened your car door, the same frown from earlier still etched on your face, but the anger had softened into a weary resignation. "Then go ask Jey, your new bestie, for forgiveness because I don't know if I can give it to you," you glared at him, looking up at him through teary eyes. "Or go ask Cody for help since he seems to be your go-to these days."

Sami's heart sank as your words pierced through him like daggers. He had lost your trust, and he knew that mending it would be an uphill battle. But he wasn't ready to give up on you, not when you meant more to him than anything else in the world.

You went to go inside the car, but Sami gently reached out and placed his hand on the car door, stopping you from closing it.

"Y/N, please," he pleaded softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "I know I've made mistakes, and I can't change the past. But I'm willing to do whatever it takes to make things right between us. Please, don't shut me out."

You felt your resolve starting to crumble, so you paused, taking a deep breath to steady yourself. Sami's touch sent a shiver down your spine, a bittersweet reminder of the connection you once shared. Despite your anger and hurt, a part of you still longed for the comfort of his presence.

"Sami, move." You tried to push the car door closed, but Sami's grip tightened slightly, preventing you from shutting him out completely.

"I'm still your best friend, I'm still the same guy that you used to confide in, lean on, and laugh with. The guy you love is back." Sami said softly, his voice laced with emotion.

"I don't even want that version of you anymore, Sami. I don't want anything to do with you." " you whispered, your voice trembling with emotion. "So go back and beg Roman for forgiveness, I'm sure he'll listen to you. Or better yet, go find a new ally in the Bloodline. Because as far as I'm concerned, you made your choice."

With that, you managed to push the car door closed, leaving Sami standing alone in the fading light, his heart heavy with regret and longing.

Sami's heart shattered at your words, the weight of his mistakes bearing down on him like a heavy burden. He had lost you, the person who meant everything to him, and he didn't know if he could live with that regret.

"Y/N!" He banged against your car door, desperation evident in his voice as tears welled up in his eyes. He moved in front of the car, causing you to roll down the windows and glare at him. "Sami, I might hate you but I'm not gonna hit you with my car," you snapped, your voice sharp with anger and frustration. "So move!"

"No!"

"Why can't you just let me go?!" It was 6 simple little words, but it finally pushed Sami to admit what he thought you'd deserved to know, what he hoped would stop you from leaving him for good.

"Because I'm in love with you!"

The car came to a complete stop as Sami's words hung in the air, the weight of his confession sinking in. You stared at him in disbelief, your heart racing in your chest as you struggled to comprehend what he had just said.

"What?" you whispered, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart.

"I'm in love with you," Sami repeated, his voice trembling with raw emotion. "I have been for so long, but I was too afraid to admit it. I let my fear and insecurities cloud my judgment, and I pushed you away when all I wanted was to hold you close and never let go."

You sat there, stunned into silence as Sami's words washed over you like a tidal wave. The truth of his feelings hit you like a ton of bricks, shattering the walls you had built around your heart.

You had never expected Sami to admit something so vulnerable, so raw, and yet here he was, baring his soul to you in the fading light of the sunset. You never thought the guy who you have loved for so long would have the courage to confess his feelings, especially after everything that had happened between you.

Sami's heart was in his throat as he waited for your response, his hands shaking with anticipation. He had bared his soul to you, laid his heart on the line, and now all he could do was hope and pray that you felt the same way.

The tension between you was palpable, the air heavy with unspoken words and unresolved emotions. Sami's heart was racing a mile a minute, his entire being hanging on your next words.

"If you are just saying that to manipulate me to helping you with the Bloodline, I swear to god, Sami⎯" you started, your voice trembling with a mixture of disbelief and hope

"I swear on everything I hold dear, Y/N," Sami interjected, his voice filled with sincerity. "I'm not lying to you. I love you with every fiber of my being, and I always will. I know I don't deserve your forgiveness, especially after everything I've done, but I had to tell you the truth. I couldn't live with myself if I didn't."

Your brain was reeling, trying to process Sami's confession. The sincerity in his voice was unmistakable, and you found yourself torn between the pain of his betrayal and the longing in your heart for the love you had always secretly wished for.

You looked into his eyes, searching for any hint of deceit, but all you found was raw honesty and vulnerability. You felt your heart constrict at his words, torn between the love you still harbored for him and the pain he had caused you.

But deep down, you knew that despite the hurt and anger, you couldn't deny the love you still felt for Sami. Could you trust him again? Could you open your heart to him after everything that had happened?

"I…." You struggled to find the right words, your mind swirling with conflicting emotions. You yelped when the car suddenly jerked forward, the engine roaring to life as you inadvertently pressed on the gas pedal in your confusion.

Sami stumbled backward, his heart pounding in his chest as he watched you fumble with the car controls, shutting down your car and bringing it to a halt. The sudden jolt snapped you out of your thoughts, and you looked at Sami with wide eyes, realization dawning on you.

"Y/N, please," Sami pleaded, rushing back to the car door. "I know I've dropped a bombshell on you, and I understand if you need time to process it. But please, don't leave me. I need you."

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heart. The air in the car felt heavy with the weight of Sami's confession, and you hesitated before finally speaking. "Get in the car," you said quietly, unlocking the doors.

Sami's eyes widened in surprise, a mix of hope and disbelief crossing his face. "W-What?" he stammered, not daring to believe what he had just heard.

"Get in the car, Sami," you repeated, your voice softer this time. The vulnerability in Sami's eyes tugged at your heart, and despite the pain, you couldn't ignore the love that still lingered between you.

Sami didn't waste a second. He opened the car door and slid into the passenger seat, his eyes never leaving yours. The car was filled with a tense silence as you both processed the whirlwind of emotions that had unfolded in the past few minutes.

"I don't know if I can forgive you, Sami," you admitted, your voice breaking. "But I also can't deny that I still love you."

Sami's eyes filled with tears, and he reached out to gently cup your face. "I will spend every day of the rest of my life proving to you that I'm worthy of your love, Y/N. I promise."

Your hand trembled as you placed it over Sami's, feeling the warmth of his touch. The air was thick with emotion, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. The weight of the past, the pain, the betrayal, and the love hung in the air, creating a complex tapestry that neither of you could easily unravel.

"Kiss me." You felt the words escape your lips, surprising even yourself. The intensity of the moment, the raw emotions, and Sami's confession had left you yearning for a connection that transcended the pain.

Sami's eyes widened in astonishment, a mix of joy and relief spreading across his face. Without a moment's hesitation, he leaned in, closing the distance between you. His lips met yours in a tender kiss, a fusion of longing and remorse. The world outside the car seemed to disappear as you lost yourself in the bittersweet taste of reconciliation.

You groaned into Sami's lips as his arm wrapped around you, pulling you closer. You gingerly brought your hand to his hair, experimentally pulling the soft strands, and Sami let out a low groan at the sensation.

You pulled again, and he deepened the kiss, the taste of salty tears mingling with the sweetness of the moment, each moment a silent promise of a new beginning.

You needed his hands on you, touching you everywhere, needed his eyes to convey the sincerity of his love. You've waited years to feel his touch, and months to have him back in your life, and you didn't want to wait any longer.

You broke the kiss, panting heavily as you sat up and moved to Sami's lap, his hands helping you find a comfortable position. The car's interior was filled with the soft glow of the dashboard lights, casting a warm ambiance that matched the newfound warmth between you and Sami.

Sami looked up at you, breath taken away by your beauty in the new light, your eyes filled with a mixture of love, vulnerability, and a hint of mischief. He couldn't believe that you were here, in his arms, after everything that had transpired.

"I love you, Y/N," Sami whispered, his voice filled with sincerity and awe as he cupped your face in his hands. "I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you, proving that you're the only one I want."

You smiled, a mixture of emotions playing on your lips. "You have a lot of making up to do, Sami Zayn," you teased, your tone light but with a twinkle in your eyes. "But I love you too, even though I should probably be mad at you."

Sami chuckled, a genuine sound of relief escaping him. "I'll take it. I'll make it up to you every day, I promise." He pressed a kiss to your lips, gentle at first, but neither of you could resist the magnetic pull, and soon the kiss deepened into a passionate exchange of shared emotions and promises. The car became a cocoon of love, a sanctuary where past wounds were starting to heal.

Your hands were everywhere; on Sami's shoulders, tangled in his hair, tracing the lines of his face as if trying to memorize every detail. Sami's hands, equally eager, explored the curve of your waist, the small of your back, as if he, too, was afraid this moment might slip away.

"You're mine." You kissed Sami's neck, your voice a whisper against his skin. "All mine. No Bloodline, no Jey, you're all mine."

Sami smiled against your lips, savoring the possessiveness in your words. He realized what some of the hurt you were feeling was stemming from. "You're jealous of Jey." He licked his lips, his eyes locked with yours, a sight that made you feel a surge of desire coursing through your veins.

You nodded, unable to deny the twinge of jealousy that had gnawed at your heart when Sami mentioned his newfound closeness with Jey. "I was," you admitted, your voice tinged with vulnerability. "But I know I have no right to be, you can be with whoever you want to be with."

You sighed, trying to push away the insecurity that lingered in the corners of your mind. "I bet you had all of them lining up to be with you."

"Y/N, look at me." When you didn't respond immediately, Sami gently tilted your chin up, making sure your eyes met his. "I don't want anyone else, and I never did. Yes, I had offers, but I politely declined because my heart belonged to you. I might have been foolish, blinded by misplaced loyalties, but my love for you never wavered."

You searched Sami's eyes, finding a sincerity that melted away the last traces of doubt in your heart. "You better not be saying this to sweet-talk your way out of trouble," you teased, a playful glint in your eyes.

Sami chuckled, his forehead pressed against yours. “I’m pretty sure you would see through any sweet-talk, wouldn't you?" he said, his voice filled with affection. "I mean every word, Y/N. You're the one I want, now and always."

You grinned, a mixture of relief and happiness flooding your heart. "Well, you've got a lot of proving to do, Sami Zayn. Starting by kissing me like you mean it." You tilted your head, a mischievous smile playing on your lips.

Sami didn't need a second invitation. He captured your lips in a passionate kiss, pouring all the love and longing he felt into the moment. The car became a cocoon of shared desires, a sanctuary where past wounds were gradually replaced by the promise of a new beginning.

You slipped your tongue into his mouth, the taste of his kiss awakening a hunger that had been dormant for too long. Sami responded eagerly, deepening the kiss as if trying to convey all the emotions he couldn't put into words. The air around you crackled with the intensity of the connection, a magnetic force pulling you both into a realm where only the present moment mattered.

It felt addictive. Sami felt addictive, his touch, his kiss, the way he held you—everything about him was a drug you couldn't get enough of. And in that moment, you both surrendered to the powerful currents of love, forgiveness, and desire.

You grinded against Sami's lap, the friction sending shivers down your spine. His hands gripped your waist, fingers digging into your skin as you continued grinding against his lower half.

The car's windows began to fog up, the heat between you and Sami intensifying with each passing second. It was a dance of passion and longing, a physical manifestation of the emotions that had been bottled up for too long.

Sami's breath hitched as he broke the kiss, his eyes locking with yours. The intensity in his gaze spoke volumes, a silent promise of devotion and commitment. "I love you, Y/N," he whispered, his voice husky with desire.

"I love you too, Sami," you replied, your voice equally breathless. The weight of the past seemed to lift off your shoulders, replaced by the intoxicating energy of the present moment. "And I need you, right now."

You felt the slow creeping of lust overcoming the remnants of hurt and anger as your eyes never felt Sami. His dark jacket was deliciously disheveled from your passionate encounter, and the tousled hair added to his allure.

Sami smiled at your words, a mixture of love and desire in his eyes. He leaned in to capture your lips once more, the hunger between you escalating.

You swirled your tongue across Sami's lips, eliciting moans and sighs from him. Your body arched toward him, pressing your chest to his, reveling in the feel of his strong embrace. A sense of belonging and love washed over you, replacing the lingering anxiety and guilt that had plagued you since you were both at odds.

He responded by kissing you hungrily, his lips caressing yours as if they would never leave your skin. You felt the need for him grow, desperate for the contact that had been denied for so long.

The heat between you intensified as your hands wandered from his hair to his hips, gripping onto the material of his jacket, desperately seeking more friction.

"Take your jacket off," you whispered against his lips, your voice filled with a mixture of desire and urgency. Sami complied, shrugging off his jacket and tossing it aside. The cool air against his exposed skin sent a shiver down his spine, but the warmth of your body against his quickly erased any lingering chill.

Your hands traced the contours of his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall with each ragged breath. Sami's fingers worked skillfully to unbutton your hoodie, revealing the soft curves of your body underneath. You still had your gear on, the purple fabric clinging to your form, a stark contrast to the heated passion that enveloped you both.

"You look incredible," Sami breathed, his eyes roaming over your body with admiration. He couldn't believe he was here, with you, after everything that had transpired.

"I'd look even better with your hands all over me," you teased, a playful glint in your eyes. Sami chuckled, his fingers deftly working to remove your hoodie, revealing the warmth of your skin underneath.

The air in the car was thick with desire as you both surrendered to the magnetic pull between you. Sami's lips left yours, trailing a path of kisses down your neck, his warm breath sending shivers through your body. The car became a haven of shared desire, the world outside forgotten as you lost yourselves in the intimate dance of love and longing.

Your fingers tangled in Sami's hair, urging him to explore more, to deepen the connection between you. His hands, skilled and gentle, traced the curves of your body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. The air was thick with the scent of passion, and the car windows were now completely fogged up, shielding your private moment from the outside world. Thank god for tinted windows.

Sami's lips found yours again, the intensity of the kiss deepening as the hunger for each other grew. The car's interior was filled with the sound of ragged breaths, moans, and the soft rustling of clothes being discarded.

Your hand found the chair's lever, reclining the seat to create more space. Sami eagerly moved with you, the seat accommodating your desire for closeness. He laid you on top of him, his body cradling yours in a sweet fusion of warmth and desire.

The air around you crackled with the shared anticipation, the world outside the car ceasing to exist as you both succumbed to the magnetic pull that bound you together.

"Are…" You kept kissing Sami's sentences away, taking off his pants in the process, making him moan in pleasure. Sami's hands were equally busy, exploring every inch of your body with a gentle yet passionate touch.

"You..." "…sure about this?" Sami managed to speak between kisses, his voice a low, husky whisper that sent shivers down your spine. He wanted to make sure you were both on the same page, that this wasn't just a moment of shared desire but a choice made with a clear mind.

You nodded, locking eyes with him, your gaze filled with a mix of love and longing. "I've never been more sure about anything in my life," you replied, your voice filled with determination. "Now, are you gonna keep talking, or are you gonna show me just how much you've missed me?" you teased, a playful glint in your eyes.

Sami's response was a deep, passionate kiss that left no room for further words. The car became a cocoon of shared desire, the world outside fading away as you and Sami surrendered to the intoxicating energy of the moment.

"Take off that gear." Sami whispered, his voice filled with a primal hunger. You complied, slowly peeling off the last of the purple fabric, revealing the soft curves of your body. Sami's eyes devoured the sight, a mixture of awe and desire reflecting in his gaze.

"You are absolutely breathtaking," Sami whispered, his voice filled with reverence as he traced his fingertips along the contours of your body. The car's interior was filled with the soft glow of the dashboard lights, casting a warm ambiance that matched the newfound warmth between you and Sami.

"Oh, Sami," you sighed his name, the anticipation building between you two. He hovered over you, his eyes locking with yours, seeking permission and reassurance. You nodded, a silent agreement passing between you. With that, Sami sealed the promise with a deep, soulful kiss.

You straddled his lap, your body flush against his, feeling his hot breath caress your face. You felt his heart racing wildly, as if he was running away from an impending apocalypse.

Sami gazed up at you in adoration, his eyes brimming with sincerity, his arms wrapped tightly around you as he nuzzled against your shoulder. He stared at you with such tenderness and affection that even your heart swelled with happiness. "You're perfect," Sami mumbled as his hand went to your chest, tracing a delicate pattern over your rapidly beating heart.

He leaned forward, capturing your mouth once more in another searing kiss. You returned his kiss with equal fervor, letting the emotions inside you take control.

This time it was Sami who led, and you gave Sami the lead as his kisses became increasingly hungry. His tongue swept into your mouth as his hand tweaked your nipple, causing you to gasp and shudder beneath him.

"Fuck," Sami groaned, biting harshly into your lip before sucking it between his teeth.

Was this man trying to kill you before he even got to the main event? The intensity of the moment heightened, the air heavy with the scent of desire. Your hands found their way to Sami's shoulders, fingers digging into the muscles as you let out a low moan.

"Don't tease." You pleaded, your voice a breathy whisper against Sami's lips. His hands continued their exploration, trailing down your sides and over your hips, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

Sami chuckled, the sound a mixture of desire and amusement. "I thought you liked a little tease," he whispered, his lips brushing against your earlobe. The sensation sent shivers down your spine, and you couldn't help but arch into his touch.

"I like it when it leads to something more," you replied, your voice husky with desire. Sami's fingers traced the waistband of your panties, teasingly pulling at the fabric. The anticipation in the air was palpable, the desire between you reaching a fever pitch.

With a swift motion, Sami removed your panties, his eyes locking with yours as he discarded the last barrier between you. The intensity of the moment held you both in its grip, a shared hunger that had been building for far too long.

You always told him how you couldn't stand when he looked at you like you were the only person in the world, but in this moment, you felt like it was true. Sami's gaze was filled with nothing but love and desire, his eyes tracing every curve and contour of your body as if committing them to memory.

"Are you ready?" Sami whispered, his voice a soft caress against your skin. You nodded, unable to find the words to express the longing and anticipation that consumed you.

With trembling hands, Sami guided himself to your entrance, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. You gasped as he slowly entered you, the feeling of fullness overwhelming in the best possible way.

You need this. Needed the connection, the intimacy, the reassurance that despite the tumultuous journey, you and Sami were finally back in each other's arms. The car became a sanctuary of shared desire, the soft moans and sighs filling the air as your bodies moved in perfect harmony as you rode him.

Sami felt the same overwhelming rush of emotions, his heart pounding in sync with yours. The sensation of being intimately connected with you, of finally bridging the gap that had grown between you, was like a balm to his wounded soul.

He watched as your face contorted with pleasure, the tension in your body slowly giving way to ecstasy. Every moan, every sigh that escaped your lips fueled the fire within him, driving him to match your rhythm, to lose himself in the shared passion.

But you needed more than what Sami was giving you. Your heels dug into the car's seat as you arched your back, silently asking for more. "Sami, faster, please." you moaned, your voice a desperate plea.

Sami smiled at your request, his love-filled eyes locking with yours. He adjusted his pace, picking up speed and intensity. You moaned out unabashedly as he responded to your request, the new rhythm sending waves of pleasure through your body.

"Fuck! Keep going, Sami," you urged, your voice a breathless plea. You dug your nails into his back, the sensation only adding to the intensity of the moment.

"Like this?" Sami whispered, his voice a low growl as he gripped your hips to increase his thrusts. He never thought he would see you like this- a pure angel in his eyes- trusting him with your pleasure, trusting him to love you just as much as you love him

"Yes, oh God yes!" A pleasured cry escaped your lips, your head falling onto Sami's shoulder as he hit your sweet spot with each thrust. sweet spot with each thrust. The car's suspension creaked in response to your passionate entanglement, the rhythmic sounds of your moans and Sami's grunts filling the confined space.

You were lucky that no one else was around to witness the passionate symphony unfolding inside the car. The windows were still fogged up, concealing the intimate scene between you and Sami.

It was fast, hard and , and intense. The car rocked with the rhythm of your bodies colliding, the heated air inside the car reflecting the fiery passion that consumed you both. You couldn't get enough of him: your hands roaming over his torso, his lips, his face, his neck.

Each touch, each kiss, every movement sent electric shocks down your veins, your mind clouding with pleasure, your heartbeat echoing throughout the whole car. It was almost like all you could hear was the sound of your own breathing, everything else seemed to melt away;

You gingerly scratched at his back, testing how his skin would react. He moaned and twisted under your fingertips, his eyes drifting shut. You felt him tighten his grip on you, bringing your bodies closer together and deepening the kiss.

The feel of his tongue against yours was addicting, and his thrusts were fast yet gentle, matching your own frantic pace perfectly. The feeling of his bare body against your skin sent tingles coursing through you; Sami's strong hands holding you steady, his lips moving slowly, sensually, making you feel like you belonged, making you feel like the queen he claimed you to be.

The taste of his arousal mixed with your own, your own tongue exploring his lips and the taste of the saltiness of his sweat, both sensations sending you spiraling into euphoria.

All that was left to do was to reach climax. It wouldn't be long now, and the urgency in your bodies begged for release.

"Are you close?" Sami asked, breaking the kiss, saliva mingling on your lips as he spoke, feeling you tremble underneath his touch. You bit at the corner of your lips, your head thrown back as your hands clawed at his back. Your entire body shook with need, your thighs clamped tightly around his hips as your body quivered and strained for release. He could tell how much you wanted to cum - how much you loved and craved for the release.

"Yes," you breathed out, feeling yourself nearing the edge. You kissed down his neck, trying to get him to move faster, to cum before your body betrayed you completely.

Your hands grasped handfuls of his hair as you tried to hold yourself together, your cries of need muffled against his neck as you bit his flesh lightly, eliciting an incoherent whine from deep within him.

Sami realized what you were trying to do and immediately began to move faster, thrusting his hips into your core as he brought his fingers down to your clit, flicking your little bundle of nerves, making you gasp with pleasure and write uncontrollably.

"You first." Sami panted. The heat in his eyes had increased tenfold, a burning lustful glare directed straight at you. You had that same lustful fire in your eyes, as if the two of you were one being, a single entity in a state of frenzy.

You went to argue, but he silenced your words with a kiss, his lips moving in synchrony as he thrust himself deeper into you.

You moaned out uncontrollably as you wrapped your legs around Sami, grinding against his hardness until your inner walls clamped around it, pulsating around his finger tips. The combination of Sami's hot body thrusting into you and the delicious feeling of your release looming made you want more and more, wanting to experience every aspect of his touch.

"Sami, I'm going…" Your sentence trailed off with another sharp intake of breath against Sami's neck as Sami began thrusting harder and faster into your body. "I'm going to cum soon." you cried out again, grabbing ahold of his shoulders and squeezing them tight, the pleasure growing more prominent by the second.

"I know." Sami's voice was thick with raw emotion, his eyes locked with yours. "I know baby," he murmured, his fingers tightening their grip on your hips.

Sami pulled away from your mouth just long enough to press a quick kiss to your lips, his forehead resting gently against yours. You couldn't keep your gaze off of his face, drinking in the sight of him, his beautiful face lit with happiness and satisfaction.

His eyes glistened with unshed tears as he stared back at you, his expression so tender and warm that your heart clenched painfully at the thought of him crying because of you.

"Why are you crying?" You managed to grit out despite the knot forming in your throat, unable to contain the emotions that welled up inside of you at the thought of Sami crying because of you. "Did I hurt you?"

Sami chuckled at the thought of you trying to inflict pain on him when he was the reason behind the torment that you felt. He shook his head no, leaning forward to kiss your lips again. "No, I just love you so much," he murmured against your lips, pressing his forehead against yours once again. "And I can't believe you're here, my love, that you chose me… That you accepted me back."

His voice broke slightly as he said those last few words, his gaze turning distant as he lost himself in his thoughts, but you didn't let him go without putting an end to the silence. With a soft hand placed on his cheek, you guided his gaze towards you, your own tearful eyes sparkling with joy, love and admiration shining brightly from within.

You reached up and cupped his cheek tenderly, bringing your lips together once again in a passionate kiss, partly because you didn't want him to stop and partly because you felt the desire to commit every detail of his gorgeous face to memory.

As your kisses became hungrier and less controlled, Sami's hands started moving from your waist to your breasts, cupping your nipples and squeezing gently, causing you to involuntarily moan. He moved to place a gentle kiss along your jawline, continuing to suckle on your ear lobe.

"I would always choose you, Sami. You could hurt me a thousand times but I'd always forgive and choose you," you whimpered, your chest rising and falling quickly with every harsh breath. "You're my life. You make me happy. You make me laugh. You take care of me. You give me hope."

With each word you spoke, Sami continued to press small kisses all over your jaw and neck, your body begging for his attention, for completion, his thrusts growing more urgent, strong and forceful. "You're my happiness…my happiness," you repeated, the warmth building inside of you reaching its boiling point. "And I'm not letting you go ever again."

You gasped as Sami suddenly pressed you against the car window with such force you knew that you would never forget the searing coldness against your heated skin, and thurstred his cock deep inside of you. You cried out, your muscles contracting violently around his cock, your hands gripping onto his back desperately. "I love you too, so so much."

You closed your eyes, savoring the moment; savouring the feeling of pure bliss engulfing your body; savouring the feel of his fingers rubbing soothing circles across the exposed skin of your stomach; savouring his free hand rubbing your swollen clit and making you throb even more with each passing minute.

He was making you feel like you were floating above everything, above the world and everyone in it, the stars aligning as you were so close to release, it was like all the pieces that didn't fit together finally made sense; finally, everything finally fell in place.

"How much longer?" Sami whispered into your ear as he lifted your leg higher, pulling out slightly before thrusting back in roughly, a loud groan spilling from his lips as he did.

"Just a little bit more!" You panted out, your grip around his back tightening as you fought off another wave of orgasmic ecstasy.

He growled lowly, throwing his head back as he slammed his hips into you repeatedly, his grip tightening on your ass. Your head dropped backwards against the window as your hands went from his back to his face, holding his head firmly in place.

"Kiss me, please baby." You needed the contact as badly as he did, the closeness allowing you to push your desires aside for one final time. He obliged, capturing your lips with his and sucking hungrily on your lower lip, the action drawing another shudder from your body.

Your hands moved from his face to his hair as Sami continued to pump himself into you relentlessly, his movements ragged, almost savage. You were so fucking close, and when he bit your bottom lip softly, thrusting into you the same time he rubbed your clit harshly, you finally let go.

You felt airy and detached as everything faded away; the sound of the traffic roaring past, the sounds of the wind whistling outside, the warmth radiating through the windows; the smell of his cologne; the taste of his kiss; and the warmth of his body.

All that mattered was the feel of the hard flesh of his erection against you, and him pulling out to cum on your stomach, his breaths coming in short gasps. The both of you stood there panting and trembling in exhaustion, your bodies covered in sweat as your breathing finally settled.

Sami slowly withdrew himself, his hands still clutching the sides of your waist. He smiled at the whine that left your lips, gently kissing your forehead as you laid your head against him again.

"My angel," he muttered softly, pulling you tightly against him, his arms surrounding your body. You hugged him back fiercely and rested your chin on his shoulder, closing your eyes in contentment. You loved it when he called you that. It sounded so good coming from his lips. "I'm sorry for everything, but I'm not letting you go now."

He watched as you continued to cling onto him, seemingly unaware or uncaring that your body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat. When your eyes closed, he gently tapped on your face to stop you from napping, a soft smile curving his lips.

"You know you'll regret it if you fall asleep," he commented, his voice filled with amusement and love.

"Nope, I won't. I'm wide awake now," you replied with a yawn, snuggling your head tighter against his chest.

"Oh really?" Sami hummed thoughtfully in response, giving in to the urge to nuzzle you with his nose instead of his lips.

"Yeah, really. I'm just tired from this really cute guy who wore me out with his incredible god-like sex."

A low chuckle left Sami, his fingers stroking against your hipbones as his other arm wrapped tightly around you, pulling you flush against his bare torso and kissing your temple softly. "Cute guy, huh?"

You shrugged, your eyes still closed as he kissed your forehead once again, a playful smile spreading across your features. "Yup, super cute. Tall, handsome, kinda sexy…"

"Sounds pretty impressive."

"Mmm, yeah. And he makes you laugh and smile. He's nice, and funny, and kind, and you know what the best part is?"

"What?" Sami asked as you tilted your head up to meet his gaze.

"That I'm in love with him." You paused, a genuine warmth in your voice as you looked deeply into Sami's eyes. He smiled, his fingers gently tracing patterns on your skin.

"I'm in love with you too," he confessed, his voice soft and sincere. The two of you lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, the world outside the car seemingly fading away. After how many years of pining for each other, navigating the complexities of your relationship, you found solace in this moment. The car, once a place of intense passion, now transformed into a cocoon of shared affection.

"How long did you wait for me?" Sami asked, his fingers now idly playing with strands of your hair.

You chuckled softly, the post-lovemaking glow illuminating your features. "Since we first met. What about you? How long did you wait for me?"

Sami's gaze softened as he recalled the journey that brought them to this point. "I think I knew pretty early on, but I was scared. Scared of ruining our friendship, scared of losing you altogether. It took me a while to gather the courage to admit my feelings."

You smiled, tracing circles on his chest with your fingertips. "And it only took me threatening to leave for you to spill your feelings, huh?"

Sami laughed, a deep, resonant sound that echoed in the confined space of the car. "Well, I couldn't let you go without a fight. I realized losing you was scarier than admitting how much I cared."

You leaned up to press a gentle kiss on his lips. "I'm glad you fought for us."

"Me too," he whispered against your lips, the sincerity in his eyes matching the tone of his voice. The world outside the car seemed to disappear as you shared this intimate moment, the afterglow of your connection lingering in the air.

"I love you," you murmured, your words carrying the weight of years of longing and the joy of finally being together.

"I love you too, more than words can express," Sami replied, his arms holding you close as if afraid you might vanish.

Your phone beeped, and you picked it up to check the notification. Sami watched as a smirk crossed your face, curiosity sparking in his eyes.

"What's so amusing?" he inquired.

You held up the phone, showing him a message from a friend. "Kevin just texted. Turns out he's not as mad at you as you thought. Whatever you said to him must've gotten through to him."

Sami's eyebrows shot up in surprise, a mixture of relief and curiosity washing over his features. "Really? What did he say?"

You turned your phone off, giving Sami a playful smile. "Let's just say you'll have backup against Jey during your promo. He forgives you too. But don't tell him I told you."

Sami's eyes brightened with gratitude and love, towards Kevin for finally mending things with him, and towards you for forgiving him and helping in the process. "Thank you," he whispered, sincerity in his eyes, and he kissed you tenderly.

The lingering taste of your shared intimacy and the newfound resolution with Kevin blended in the air. The car, once a stage for intense passion, had become a sanctuary of love, forgiveness, and shared history.

"I'm grateful, too," you whispered, the sincerity echoing in your voice as you returned his kiss. The car, though slightly cramped, felt like the most comfortable place in the world with Sami by your side and his lips on yours.

As you lay there, tangled in each other's arms, you couldn't help but reflect on the journey that brought you to this moment. The highs and lows, the laughter and tears, the misunderstandings and resolutions – it all seemed worth it now, as you found yourself in the arms of the person you loved.

"I never want to let you go," Sami admitted, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on your back.

"Then don't," you replied, meeting his gaze with a soft smile. "We've waited long enough, Sami."

Sami smiled at you brightly, like the stars in the night sky above. He kissed you once more, a sweet and lingering kiss that spoke of promises and commitment. "Back me up tonight with Kevin? I'll find you a kendo stick."

You smiled back at him, love and support shining in your eyes. "Always."

As you lay there in each other's embrace, you felt a sense of peace and contentment wash over you. The outside world and its challenges could wait – in this moment, it was just you and Sami, sharing a space where love and forgiveness triumphed over all obstacles.