#I need confirmation on just how long they’ve known each other

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I don’t necessarily ship Ed and Izzy but their dynamic is so fucked up and atrocious it’s got me like

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what would you say (if i told you i love you)? — charles leclerc

PART: 7/7 (read part 6 here)

summary. in which childhood best friends blur the lines between what they’ve always known, and something more

warnings. angsty but with a lil catharsis at the end (yes it’s a happy ending i’m too weak to keep the angst up 😔) swearing as per, your bestie and charles SCHEMING, y/n being a teenyyy bit annoying but it’s fine she’s heartbroken we accept it 😚

pairing. charles leclerc x artsy!reader

face claim. tara michelle

author’s note. FINAL PART!! it’s been a long time coming (sorry about that sixth form’s been kicking my ass 😔) but thank you to everyone that has been interacting with this series! i love and appreciate you all sooooo much!! 🫶 anywaysss i hope you guys enjoy the finale of what would you say (if i told you i love you)? 💗

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charles_leclerc all i want is for you to be happy.

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f1gossip BREAKING! Charles Leclerc and Y/F/N, best friend of Y/N Y/L/N spotted together in Monaco! Do we smell a backstabber? 👀

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f1gossip Charles Leclerc spotted with a HUGE bouquet of flowers outside Y/N Y/L/N’s apartment in Monaco! Is reconciliation on the cards? 👀

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arthur_leclerc FINALLY

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charles_leclerc thank you for giving me a second chance, mon amour ❤️

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arthur_leclerc DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW LONG I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS MOMENT

arthur_leclerc ELEVEN FUCKING YEARS

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HI! I LOVE UR WORK SO SO MUCH!! can I ask for a Mattheo Riddle x fem! reader and they’re best friends but they’ve been in love forever but haven’t admitted it and it’s a slowburn and whenever the reader picks her hangnails bc she needs to fidget he always holds her hands and she gets really really overwhelmed on the first week back to Hogwarts and is really stressed and helps her calm down and handle her feelings and anxiety? (Preferably a swifite Reader?) I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!

Jealous

Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x fem!reader

Warning: kissing, angst, fluff

A/n: Thank you so much for requesting and for the compliment!! Hope you like it~ Some of the like speech in this is kinda not funny (but the characters find it funny sooo) and more cringe but I was trying my best to make the reader swiftie. I'm not a huge fan but I hope you like it xx

Hearing Mattheo's name did not give you butterflies. Seeing Mattheo did not give you butterflies. Hugging Mattheo did not give you butte-.

"Hey." Mattheo said.

"Huh? Oh uh h-hi!" You said flustered.

Ok, maybe you lied. You recently came to the realisation that Mattheo made you flustered. And

...gave you butterflies.

But you couldn't admit it to anyone. Mattheo was your best friend. You couldn't talk to him about your crush on him! So you couldn't tell anyone. That and you just didn't want anyone to know. So you decided not to tell anyone.

"Pansy I think I'm in love with Mattheo." You said to your dorm mate as you burst into your dorm. Okay, that was a lie as well. You just NEEDED to tell someone. The weight was too much. But no one else would know.

Except Theo. You couldn't NOT tell Theo. He was one of your best friends.

Okay so what if you lied to yourself 3 times? You'd been lying to everyone saying you didn't like Mattheo.

You started falling two months ago but convinced yourself you didn't.

You and him would hold hands all the time because you felt comfortable enough to since you'd known each other for so long.

But when he accidentally brushed his hand against yours, the chills that enveloped your body shocked you. You didn't know you could feel that way about your best friend.

The only reason you hadn't told him yet was because you weren't sure about your feelings and you didn't know how he'd react.

What if he didn't like you back? How embarrassing would that be?

So you just waited and waited hoping for a clear answer for your feelings and for Mattheo to admit his feelings. If he had them of course.

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You were growing tired waiting. You needed to stop waiting. You needed to confess.

With those thoughts, you entered the common room. As you entered, you saw your usual spot next to Mattheo taken up by a brunette girl who you recognised as Astoria Greengrass. What you saw next confirmed your fears.

Mattheo did not, indeed, like you. He and Astoria were laughing together. Mattheo never laughed around anyone but you. The gods definitely answered your prayers and left you with a clear answer. Mattheo Riddle only thought of you as a friend. Ouch.

"Who's your girlfriend?" You didn't mean to sound as bitter as you did, but in your defense, you had just woken up.

"Very funny. She's not my girlfriend. Yet." He said winking as he kissed her cheek.

You pretended to throw up at the PDA which you recalled Mattheo hated and only made an exception for you: one of the many reasons that made you think your feelings were returned.

If you've got a girlfriend, I'm jealous of her. But if you're single that's honestly worse. 'Cause you're so gorgeous it actually hurts. Those Taylor Swift lyrics clouded your mind as you saw Mattheo with Astoria.

Your sight faltered onto Theo and Pansy, the only two people aware of your feelings and realised they both gave you an apologetic look.

You glared at a nearby wall as you felt tears well up in your eyes.

That's when you also realised that you did indeed have feelings for Mattheo.

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The summer holidays seemed to fly by and as the end neared, so did multiple mixed emotions about how to feel about what you had witnessed 3 months ago. Astoria and Mattheo. They were together till the end of the term and even sat together on the Hogwarts Express.

You felt betrayed that your best friend of 6 years was willing to replace you with a girl he'd known for 5 seconds. You sat with Pansy and Theo as you blasted Taylor Swift in your earphones. Music always calmed you down. Especially Taylor Swift songs.

As you and your friends: Theo, Pansy, Draco and Blaise walked out of the express you saw Mattheo was alone. What happened with Astoria, you wondered. That girl was practically on top of him 24/7 so seeing him alone gave you some hope.

"Where's your girlfriend?" You asked as you elbowed him teasingly trying to hide your true intentions.

"We were never dating. I just realised I like someone else." Mattheo said. "That and she was a bit of a slut." He stated.

"Ooh whoo???" You asked, part of you hoping he'd say your name.

"Now that I cannot tell you." He replied.

"oh come on! Yes you can. I'm so trustworthy." You said.

"Promise you won't be... jealous." Mattheo said.

"Pfft me jealous? Never!" You said, not even believing yourself. See when you said you lied to people all the time? This is what you meant.

"Now, love, even you don't believe that." He said.

If he was talking about you, why would you be jealous. Unless-

"I'll tell you later. In the astronomy tower." Mattheo said.

"Damn someone's trying to be discreet. Are you sure you're not planning to murder me?" You asked, half joking.

"No, if I was planning on murdering you, I would've done it a long time ago."

You glared at him unamused.

"When?" You asked him

"What?" He said bewildered.

"when are we meeting in the astronomy tower?"

"Oh, midnight." Mattheo said

"3am Edition?" You joked.

"What? Ohh" Mattheo said laughing slightly at the joke.

"Uh I don't get it." Lorenzo said, scaring you a bit as you weren't aware of his presence.

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It was midnight and you were nervous about going to the astronomy tower. As you entered, you couldn't see Mattheo anywhere so you unconciously started picking on your hangnails.

You hear footsteps which startles you.

"Huh? Oh uh hi." You said realising Mattheo was there

"hey! didn't know you were going to be here." he said jokingly. He saw you pick on your hangnails and gently grabbed your hand.

"Very funny." You said. You had to admit you were slightly chuckling when saying that.

"I think it's strange that you think I'm funny because she never did." he quoted a Taylor Swift lyric.

"Aww you listened to Taylor Swift to flirt with me. You know me so well." You said, pretending to be touched by his gesture.

"That dress looks nice on you." He said smiling.

"Only bought this dress so you could take it off." You winked at him.

He chuckled slightly.

"Soooo who do you like?" You asked.

"what? Oh uh I thought it was pretty obvious. You."

"Oh thank god, it would have been really embarrassing for me otherwise." You stated sighing with relief.

"So uh, tomorrow 5?" He asked.

"In the morning? Damn someone can't wait." You joked.

"No uh evening. Wait of course you know." He replied almost as if he realised that while saying the sentence.

"I'm actually going to Hogsmeade with Pansy tomorrow." You said looking guilty.

He looked disappointed. "Could you cancel? Wait no that's selfish of me. When are you coming back?" He asked.

"Nah don't worry it's not selfish, I can cancel."

"Awww you like me more than Pansy." He stated, looking proud.

"No, I like you more than Hogsmeade."

"So tomorrow 5?" He confirmed.

"Wreck my plans, that's my man." You said having wanted to use that before.

He smiled before he slammed his lips against yours. The kiss was better than you expected. And this time you weren't lying to yourself.

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Drive With You Forever

Chapter Four: Charles is confused

Max verstappen x lando Norris x Charles Leclerc x reader

Chapter summary: Charles leclerc has always known he's weird. Maybe it takes someone just as weird as him to discover he's not alone.

Warnings: Reader discovers sexuality is a thing, almost a car crash, injury description, allusions to past abuse

Notes: Yay! Charles content! This chapter is wicked long, btw. I got carried away... oops.

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Charles Leclerc had always known he was different. He just got a confirmation during his rookie season with Sauber.

He tried to keep his head down and show his talent, yet things never went to plan.

He was glad to be racing with Max again. His rival until Max practically flew up the ranks and Charles was stuck moving at the same speed he always had. Far to slow for his liking.

Now he’d achieved his dream. It’s 2019 and he’s driving for Ferrari alongside Sebastian vettel.

Everything seemed to be okay for now. Aside from his weird attraction to his stupid rival and his girlfriend who spent majority of her time in the Ferrari garage.

He noticed it last year and made it a point to stay as far away as possible from them. And for some reason it felt like fate was laughing at him because he always ran into the two.

Awkward. Stumbling. Stuttering.

He hated himself for this. He hated that he couldn’t just be normal. Fall for someone he actually had a chance with. Not the two most taken people in the paddock.

It didn’t help the Pierre constantly talked his ear off about them. Complaining that Max never shuts up about her. A lovely nail in the coffin.

Now at Ferrari he spent so much time around her that he was mentally hitting his head on a rock.

She’s weird and doesn’t get human interactions sometimes. She literally talks about the car all the time. She’s told him a few times what the strategy should be and not to listen to Xavi. Somehow she always knows what advice he’s going to need for a race.

Max, on the other hand, was something he’d not expected. It came out of nowhere during his teenage years. They’ve known each their for so long and yet Charles had yet to hold a semi decent conversation with him.

Max is a good driver and everyone knows it. He’d blamed it on respect at first but now they are 20 and Charles can’t help but memorize every stupidly little detail about him.

He determined that he must be mentally I’ll. Or bisexual. Or both.

“Your eyes are going to get stuck if you keep staring like that.” Teases Sebastian. Charles hadn’t even realized he’d zoned in on the happy could. Max dancing poorly with her to some imaginary music. He just moves he’s eyes to the table. Hoping the German doesn’t think much about it.

“Why so glum?” Asks the older male. Charles sucks in through his teeth. He definitely doesn’t want to explain that he’s attracted to both his daughter and her boyfriend. He’d probably thing he was crazy.

“Jealous, I suppose.” He settles for.

“Of which one.” Charles snaps his head up to Sebastian. A cheeky grin spreading across his face. Surely he can’t be that easy to read, right? “Don’t worry, I’ll keep your secret.”

Charles is stumbling over his words. Questions of how he knows attempt to come out but sound like gibberish. Thankfully Seb understands him.

“You make puppy eyes at both of them all the time. You should be glad they’re both oblivious. It took her and Max years to figure it out.”

The first time he’d been relieved since this conversation started. Neither of them had noticed him. His friendship with the two was as close as he was going to get and he planned to keep it that way.

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She’d been staying with Max that night. It was hard to find time to just be in each others presence during race weekends. Her mind was racing this weekend for some reason. Her nightmares had been getting worse recently, so she opted to keep herself awake and let Max sleep.

Her head was absolutely throbbing. She’d already stopped a few nose bleeds. She even tried levitating around random objects to get some of her energy out. Nothing was working.

Her vision was going now. She didn’t want to wake Max, but she couldn’t help the cries of pain the wracked her chest. The feeling of the floor. Then a person?

This was definitely a vision. Not a small one by the looks of it. She’s had a few of these before. Where she sees more then a moment and is able ti get a clearer picture.

She’s following around Charles. The Monegasque is racing. It’s the same track they are at now. She looked at the clock. Tomorrows date. Some time around 4.

Charles’ car has a rear tire explode. His car sending him into the wall. She can see his body dangling as the car flips itself.

Then she’s back. The white hot pain still searing her veins. Max holding her gently in his lap. Why does she feel like it’s still going?

She loses sight of Max one again and is thrown into another image. Her and Max sharing an intimate moment embracing each other.

She can’t help the smile that creeps onto her face.

Someone else joins them now. Their intimate moment now being shared.

She’s confused. She’s scared. And she’s in so much pain.

~

Max held her as the pain dies down. He already had a wet rag in hand to hopefully help cool her rising body temperature and wipe away the blood that was stuck to her.

“Do you want to talk about what you saw?”

“Charles is going to crash tomorrow.”

“But you’re not going to let that happen are you?” There is a smug smile on his face. He already knows what she’s planning. Her and Charles had become relatively close since he’s been at Ferrari. Max actually thought their relationship was oddly cute in a way.

“I saw something else, also.”

“Yeah?”

"We were hugging and smiling. Then, someone else showed up. But it didn't ruin it? Like - they joined us, I guess."

Max ponders for a moment. It's not something he would've considered. It's definitely not something he would've seen himself doing.

The girl panicking on the floor makes him think she probably has no idea that it's actually pretty normal for that to happen nowadays. She's spilling words about how she'd never do that to him.

"Shush. I think we can figure this out in the morning." Max heaves her off the floor and into bed. Continuing to stroke her hair until she falls asleep.

~

She was on edge all day. She repeatedly warned Charles about his tires. She warned Seb about his tires and Charles.

It was nearing four o'clock now. She was watching the tire degradation, and Charles was getting close to not having anything left.

She ran. Ran to get on the radio and tell someone about his tires.

Thankfully, they listened. She hadn't been wrong about things yet. Charles came into the pits and got new tires.

The relief that washed over her when he crossed the finish line in one peice was immense.

Check didn't care he finished sixth. She ran to him regardless.

Charles was shocked when she jumped into his arms. She'd done this before. she always hugged him him when he was done racing. He learned early that she likes physical contact over words.

This hug was different. He could feel the tension actively leaving her muscles.

He just embraced her. Letting himself relax into her hold.

~

She was pacing in Sebs hotel room. Max had been attempting to get her to relax her body. Seb was sitting at the table watching the two go back and forth. Then there was Lewis.

Max had told him the interesting predicament they'd found themselves in. Seb had not really understood everything about it, and Max was doing a terrible job at trying to explain it to him. So he had asked Lewis to attempt.

Lewis had explained the idea of polyamory. The same idea Max was trying to explain. The same thing the girl pacing the room was not understanding.

"geliefde, we don't have to think about it."

"Why are we thinking about it exactly?" Pipes Lewis. He'd been quiet since she started pacing. After his explanation of something she'd never heard of.

All of them freeze. What are they supposed to say? She had a vision of the future and saw them with another male? A ridiculous notion.

Lewis looks between them all. The other three look between each other.

Seb looks at her. His face is caring and gentle. "She's been having some revelations about the world recently."

Lewis either is just nodding in understanding because it's the truth or he knows their lying and doesn't want to push further. Either way, at least he dropped it.

Back in Max's room, she'd finally been able to calm down. It still didn't make any sense to her, though. Why was Max so okay with this?

Max, unbeknownst to her, was pondering the idea. He'd learned to just flow with her visions. It wasn't set in stone but sometimes it was okay to just let it happen. This was one of those things that he was genuinely open to try if she saw him doing it.

Somewhere in his brain, he could find thoughts that he locked away. Things he thought were weird and decided never to open the box to that again.

Obviously, she wasn't opposed to the idea either. She saw herself in that vision. Her feelings are much different than Max's, though. He could see the shame in her eyes every time she looked at him.

Finally, he'd gotten her here. He's kneeling down in front of her while she sits on the bed. His hands are placed on either side of her thighs.

"I'm going to tell you how I feel about this and then I want you to be completely honest about your feelings, okay?"

She nods her head. Still avoiding his eyes. The guilt to much for her.

"I'm willing to see where this goes. We don't have to try to change anything. From what you saw, we're both happy. I quite like seeing you smile." His pointer finger quickly moved upwards, and the pad just barely touches the top of her nose. "Now, explain to me what you're feeling because unlike you, I am no superhero."

Superhero. A nickname she earned a year ago when she first showed him. He ranted about how she was like a few comicbook superheros he's seen. She wasn't fond of it at first, but now it feels endearing.

"I don't understand it yet. I'm not saying it's a bad thing. It's just that Hanna and seb had told me that it's two people, not three or more, like Lewis was explaining earlier."

Max nods his head in understanding. His hope is that it helps her keep going. He keeps up comforting little touches along her body.

"I'm not going to try to change anything, but I also don't want you to he upset. I've seen relationships at the paddock end because of someone else getting in the way."

"Well, those relationships were not meant to he three people. Maybe ours is. I've seen you with far too much love to give. I feel it would only be natural to let others in."

~

Charles couldn't help staring at her. Her stupid smile was making him swoon.

She was trying to tell him about something she's working on. Yet his mind was too far away to heat what she's saying.

She grabs his hand. Her attempt at pulling him back to earth. "Charlie? Are you okay?"

"Yes, sorry. I'm a bit out of it today." He laughs. His stupid nervous laugh.

"Want to go for a walk to clear your head?"

"That sounds amazing."

Their in Silverstone this weekend. A place he knows fairly well. This walk made him see things he hadn't before.

"Is Max going to be upset you're walking alone with a different guy?" Charles is very aware that Max is protective of her. Mostly from people she doesn't know, cameras, and the media, but it still doesn't change the fact that he could get punched for this.

He takes note of how she bites her lip. "No, I texted him you were having a rough day and needed a friend."

He hums. The only response that feels appropriate.

He didn't notice how he kept walking, and she had stopped. Her hands rubbed her temples. "Are you alright?" Concern is etched into his face.

Somehow, he'd missed the car speeding towards him. He curses how quiet electric engines are. He thinks it might be the end. The way he attracts tragedy finally catching up with him.

He feels his body being thrown to the side. He thought the hit would be more painful. Maybe the pain just hasn't registered yet. The little patch of grass on the side of the road catches him. The fall felt abnormally slow.

Charles lifts his head to inspect his body. He feels fine. Better than fine, actually.

He drags himself up and glances at where his friend is. Panic immediately rises as he sees her on her knees with blood running down the side of her face.

He thinks the car might have hit her. But she looks perfectly fine aside from that. A car would have cause more frontal damage, and she probably would have hit her head.

Then again, he felt better then perfect right now.

He runs over to her and drops to his knees. His hands reach to gently cradle her face. She's panting and trying to get to her phone, but her hands are so shaky she can't type anything.

"Can I?"

She just nods and hands the device over to him. She was trying to call Max.

~

Max is almost flying out of the paddock. Yelling to Christian that he'd be right back.

He found Charles only a few blocks away. Keeping the head of his girlfriend elevated. Her face seemed paler, and there is a trail of crimson on the sides of her face.

Oh. Oh no.

Max pulls over and gets out of the car. "What happened?"

"A car came out of nowhere, speeding. I thought I got hit, but I don't know now, and she's like this, but I don't think it hit her either." Charkes spills in one breath.

Him and the Monegasque had been friends for a while. Well- as close of friends as rivals can be.

She's still awake and mildly coherent. She'd overexerted most likely.

"Schat, can you tell me what happened, please? I need to know how to help you."

Charles is confused by the question. Obviously, from what he'd explained, she'd most likely been hit by a car.

"Couldn't let gim get hurt." She mumbles. Somehow, Max knows exactly what she said, and Charles is left to decipher the meaning. Is it an English thing?

How could she have stopped the car? She wasn't even close to him!

~

Before Charles has a chance to ask anything, he's helping haul a female body through the 'secret' paddock entrance. The one usually used for emergencies. Max and Charles both figured this could constitute as one.

Charles was still confused why they weren't taking her to the medical center. Or anywhere else that would be able to help her better than they could.

Seb met them outside the Ferrari motor home. The door to his room open and waiting.

"What happened?" He looks at max expectantly for an answer.

"She over exerted herself, I think. Possibly moving Charles and healing him simultaneously."

"I'm sorry, what?" Charles is eyeing the two of them. The two only stare at him.

"Dies he know?" The German asks Max. The Dutch shook his head no and bit his lip. Seemingly giving away some secret.

Charles is confused, frustrated and concerned. He let's out a string of French words that neither can understand.

"I'm going to see if I can't clean her up and see if she'll wake up. Can you take Charles to his room and explain to him what happened?"

"Like- explain explain? Or explain?"

"He's seen it, so there's no use in hiding it now. By the looks of it, she was also willing to out herself for him."

Then Charles is being dragged off once again. Now to the comfort of his room instead.

The Dutchman practically forces Charles to sit down. "I'm going to explain to you, and you have to promise you will never speak a word of it."

~

Charles is still shocked by it all. Even in the evening after he's done all his media chorse, he still doesn't get it.

He knew there were some things about her that were weird and that her childhood was shit, but this is just insane.

He makes his way up to Max's hotel room. His brain still trying to process.

He thinks about turning around when he gets to the door. However, it's like they are reading his mind or something because Max opens the door as soon as he steps in front of it.

"Welcome!" Max moves aside to let him in. Charles takes cautious steps forward. His eyes landing on the bed where his friend lay.

She looks better now. Her face has some color back to it. The blood is gone. He's happy about it, but now he feels awkward.

"It's okay, Max told me that you know now." She sits up but doesn't look him in the eyes.

Max let's them have space yet remains perched on the corner. The guardian he's used to seeing.

Charles sits on the edge of the bed closest to her. She looks panicked.

"It's a lot to process."

She shakes her head. Her eyes find Max for some sort of support. It was easy with him.

"It doesn't mean that I'm going to stop loving you or anything. It's just information to take in and understand because it's new." He rambles. Not even realizing he let the L word slip.

Now her eyes find Charles'. They look for understanding. Charles then knows his mistake. His hand flies over his mouth in embarrassment. Cheeks are now growing red and warm.

"I'm so sorry. That wasn't meant- I-"

Charles stands up and is about to bolt before Max rudely blocks his way out.

He looks back at her as Charles tries to find a way through. "Is the face less foggy now?"

Charles is now confused, frustrated, awkward, and embarrassed. It's a combination that can't get any worse.

~

She's staring at him. Her eyes bore into his soul. The worst part is that Max is laughing about it.

Somehow, they had a feeling this could happen. She had a vision where they were not a couple but a trio. Now, she was trying to see if she could recall a resemblance. Charles adds insecure to his growing list of unpleasant emotions.

"I don't remember." She confesses. Guilt creeps onto her face.

"Well, the question is, do we want to try this?" Max asks with such confidence.

It throws charles' head into a tizzy. The two people he thought were the farthest out of reach are actually the closest? It seems unreal. "Have you two already talked about this?" Charles is hesitant in asking.

"After her vision, yes. There's been some discovery on our end, and it's something we're willing to try."

The girl nods her head in agreement. Her eyes light up now that Max has taken control of the conversation.

"Okay, I'm willing to give this a shot."

"I can't read minds, I need your open and honest feelings. If we're going to do this, then you're going to have to be vulnerable."

Max takes Charles hands in his. Their arms now stretch the length of the small table.

It's the touch that gets him. He'd seen Max do it to her a thousand times and constantly longed for it himself.

"I've actually been crushing on both of you- for awhile now." He admits.

The two look up at him with both surprise and warmth. They were glad to hear this. Relief floods through Charles allowing him to continue speaking.

"I thought I was broken or something because I wanted to be with both of you at the same time. I thought it was impossible, but here we are." Charles looks anywhere but at them.

Then she's next to him. Her lips pressed against his forehead in an endearing way.

It's weird that her powers had somehow managed to help her get two partners.

~

They take things slow. They keep open communication between the three of them. They double-check everything until they learn comforts and boundaries.

They are almost through the season now. They've come to Abu Dhabi.

Charles is an anxious mess. He jas a chance to help move the team up, and he wants it so bad.

It's the night before, and he can't sleep for the life of him. He checks his phone, sending a quick text to their group chat. Mostly filled with funny cat videos from Max.

It doesn't take long to get a response, and he's on his way.

Charles has gotten used to the fact that she will always be able to open the door as soon as he gets there. He barely bothers slowing down as he enters the room and falls face first on the bed.

"Rough night?" Asks Max.

"Like you wouldn't believe."

The girl playfully lays herself across the two. The weight of her body comforting to them both.

Max dosen't let it stay that way, though, as he rolls them all over and peppers both of their faces with chaste kisses.

It doesn't take Charles long to fall asleep with them. His and Max's arms tangled up with the girl in between them.

~

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Okay, so, buckle in because I have so much to say about the first episode of Psych, and I already know that this post is going to be extremely long, haha.

So first of all, season one is one of Psych’s best seasons in my opinion, and the first episode is one of my favorites. It’s just so good. And it’s crazy how even though it’s James Roday and Dulé Hill’s first episode, they act like they’ve already known each other and been friends for years- their chemistry is amazing right off the bat.

And Shawn and Gus’ characterizations in this episode are amazing, because as the show goes on they really got watered down, but in this episode- it was amazing. Shawn in this episode was so- I don’t know if this is the right word- but angsty, I guess. And I kind of like it honestly. Lassiter’s ex partner was like “You never know when to give up, don’t you?” And he said something like “Oh, I give up all the time, but only when the moment’s right,” or something like that, and as a “gifted” kid, I felt that. Lmao. And- there’s more that I want to talk about- but I’ll come back around to it later- hang in there.

And Gus is the best. I am Gus on a spiritual level. He has anxiety, (which is actually confirmed because he takes anxiety medication apparently, I didn’t know that). He says that he doesn’t want any part of what Shawn was doing, but he secretly wanted to so bad and Shawn knows that, and said all the right things to give Gus the push he needed to just go for it. And he was having the time of his life, even if he said that he wasn’t. Even when he was running away from the dead bodies screaming, which definitely would’ve been me in that situation, lmao. And then when Shawn solved the case and they were both let go, he had the smuggest little smile on his face, because he knew that Shawn could do it. “Just one more day.” Yeah right, he knew fully well that he was going to do it with Shawn for as long as possible lmao, you’re not fooling anybody.

And then there was Henry and Shawn’s dysfunctional father-son relationship- which even in the first episode is very prominent. And that’s literally how the show started- first scene ever, and it was Shawn doing the hat thing and Henry saying “yeah, that’s adequate.” That pisses me off haha, sorry to everyone who likes Henry. I respect that and can definitely see why people would feel that way- but I just don’t like him very much, haha. Additionally, Shawn didn’t even know that his dad had already been back for a year or so, and they didn’t seem too happy to see each other again which was rough. And later on when Shawn did the hat thing again and even like, noticed things that Henry didn’t, he smiled for a second, which Shawn seemed to be happy about and they could’ve had a moment before Henry ruined it by saying something like “Whatever, you got lucky,” and how he was a disappointment, etc, and then they went back to being angry at each other, which is their main issue I think. Shawn wants Henry’s, I don’t know, approval. He wants that “good job,” but Henry doesn’t want to give it.

And then there’s Lassiter and Shawn’s talk about his arrest, and Shawn brought up that his dad did that so that he could teach him a lesson, so Lassiter was like “Well did you learn it?” And Shawn replied, “I learned that I hated my father.” Which fucking hit me so hard lmao. But then- there’s another scene later on which nobody talks about where Shawn is talking to Mr.McCallum about how he was familiar with disappointing his dad, and how McCallum killed his son, and Shawn spoke about how it was because his son kept letting him down time and time again, before saying that he’d change and he’ll be different, but then just let him down again and how it was the needle that broke the camel’s back- and he was so obviously talking about himself, and that scene was just so raw. I’m losing my mind over it.

Also, I loved officer Allan so much even though she only got, like, two scenes, haha. I wish that she got more than one episode. And it was weird not to see Juliet in this one, haha.

Anyways, there’s so many other scenes that I love, like the shooting range scene, the scene with the guy sneezing on the chicken, Shawn showing Gus the office, Shawn telling the guy to get rid of the shards on his sleeves only for him to brush them onto his leg and boot. Shawn pretending to be Psychic for the first time and working through it. Basically, the entire episode, lmao.

And, yeah, that’s everything I have to say I think. And if you could leave your own thoughts in like, the comments/ a reblog, that would be really cool. Have a nice day. (And sorry that this is so long, lmao).

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Always — Lawhan

for @ellearts and not beta read at all...

Sitting in silence isn’t something new for Liam and Jack; they’ve done it plenty of times before. They don’t always need words to convey how they’re feeling — sometimes they just need each other’s company to feel better.

It feels a little different this time, though. Because Liam is in his underwear and most of his clothes are shed along with the mask he’s been wearing his entire life. There’s a lightness in him now — one that reaches down to his very bones — because he knows, finally. Or, maybe he’d known all along and had just become such an expert at hiding it from everyone else that he eventually started hiding it from himself, too. But he accepts, now.

He accepts who he is and the reason why all of his relationships have failed. He accepts that the only thing broken inside of him are the pieces of himself he’d torn apart trying to make himself belong.

And, above everything else, he accepts that this feeling he gets in his chest whenever Jack is around — whenever Liam so much as thinks about him — is love. The real, honest, life-altering kind. The kind he’s been searching for in every woman who gave him the time of day, without realizing it’s always been right by his side.

And it’s a scary thing to come to terms with, knowing it could change everything.

When Yuki is 800 miles away, and isn’t here for Liam to explain it to him. But it feels like a part of himself has slotted into place now. It turns out the piece he’d looked for in Hannah, in Andrea, and in Danielle was inside himself all along. And he knows — he knows — that this is the biggest step to healing things with himself. Because now that Liam knows, understands, and accepts himself, he feels whole enough on his own that he doesn’t feel the need to make up for his past mistakes. Liam doesn’t feel like he has to make up for the fact that he isn’t enough. Because he is.

So Liam feels like he can breathe a little bit easier now. He feels free.

But Jack feels like a different matter entirely, and not just because Liam is so in love with him that he can feel it pulsing in his veins.

He can tell that something is going on with Jack. He can feel the — not hurt, but confusion, maybe, that’s radiating off him. It feels like grasping fingers reaching out for something. It feels like maybe Jack has come here to find out what it is, exactly, that he’s reaching for.

They’ve been sitting in silence for maybe ten minutes when Jack finally breaks it.

“So, Mick broke up with me.”

Liam startles at that, his head swiveling to the left to look at Jack — to take in the expression on his face, the language of his body, the glint in his eyes. He looks…not sad, exactly, but sad-adjacent, like maybe he’s having mixed feelings about it. Liam isn’t having mixed feelings, of course. Liam’s only feeling right now is relief, and he has to swallow down the thank god that almost slips from between his lips.

“Oh. Okay. Uh, what— what happened?”

Jack sighs. “Well, he was engaged to Laila, for one.”

Liam chokes on his beer. “He was what? Engaged?”

Jack hums in confirmation, unsure what exactly to say next.

Liam doesn’t even want to touch that, honestly. He kind of feels like he’s reeling a little bit, like he’s gotten whiplash from the sudden change in direction. Because whatever he’d thought Jack was going to say, it certainly wasn’t that.

“I was weird about it at first, you know, because I've known him all my life and suddenly he's engaged but still wants us to fuck on the side,” Jack admits. “But… but then I talked to my dad, and I made my peace with it. Y’know?”

Liam nods his head. “Okay, so that's why you broke up with him?”

“Well, I asked him to move in with me.”

Liam almost chokes again. Because — because of course he did. That’s such a Jack thing to do.

He has a habit of trying to hold onto long-dead things because he’s scared of being left behind. He loves so big, and loud, and fast — and it’s such a beautiful thing to witness, and to be on the receiving end of — but it makes him impulsive, sometimes. Makes him dig his claws and teeth in to try and keep that love from leaving him, even when that love isn’t the good kind; even when it doesn’t come close to being enough for someone like Jack.

“And he said no, because he thinks I’d break his heart — he loves Laila. He said he’s my first, but he won’t be my last.”

Liam thinks that’s probably the smartest thing Mick has ever said.

And look, he doesn’t hate the guy — they were friends, even though that’s kind of faded since he started seeing Jack — but Liam knows, without a doubt, that Mick isn’t the right person for Jack. He’ll be the right person for someone, for Laila maybe. But not Jack, who needs affection, and attention, and reassurance. Jack, who needs to feel seen, and heard, and understood.

Mick couldn’t even call him by his name half the time, for god’s sake. He was always Doohan.

“That’s… a lot,” Liam acknowledges. “How are you feeling about it all?” he asks, because while Liam is certain this is the right thing in the long run, he doesn’t ever want Jack to be hurting.

Jack sighs. “I don’t know,” he says. “I feel… I feel like I should feel worse, if that makes sense?”

He pauses and looks to Liam, maybe to gauge his reaction. So Liam shifts in his seat, tucking one of his legs up onto the couch so he can comfortably turn and face Jack as he’s talking. Jack mirrors him, pulling his own leg up onto the couch so their knees are pressed together. Liam nods encouragingly, and Jack gives him a sweet smile before continuing.

“It sucks,” he says, “because I feel like I’m back on that goddamn hamster wheel again, just running around in circles and getting absolutely nowhere. But… but I don’t really think I’m sad about him. About Mick.”

“You’re not?” Liam pushes.

“I think, unfortunately, he was probably right,” Jack says, grimacing like it hurts him to admit it. “He was the first guy I’ve ever been with, y’know, and I’m grateful for that, but. But I was never going to fall in love with him, or anything.”

It’s probably selfish for Liam to feel relieved at the sound of that, but he can’t quite control the way he lets out a breath and his entire body relaxes.

It’s just — Jack doesn’t have to want Liam back, this isn’t about that, but. But Liam and Mick are actually kind of similar in a lot of ways — though they’re different in far more — and Liam would probably spend the rest of his life sick with envy if Mick turned out to be the one for Jack, instead of Liam. If Jack fell in love with someone who was like Liam, but not him. It might have made him crazy, actually.

“I mean, that’s good, right?” Liam asks. “It’s not like you’re losing the love of your life.”

Jack’s breath hitches, and his face falls as he says, “Like you did?”

He hadn’t planned to talk about this right now. He’d wanted to give himself time to adjust to the new label he’s assigned to himself, before sharing it with anyone else. But… but this is Jack, and Liam trusts him more than anybody else in the world. He trusts him with his life and with his vulnerability, so he knows that his heart is safe with Jack, too. Because even if Jack doesn’t want it, he would never do anything to hurt it.

So he takes a steadying breath, like he’s preparing to go into battle, then he says, “No. No, I loved Hannah; she was like my best friend. But… but she wasn’t the love of my life.”

Jack’s eyebrows pull down in confusion as he asks, “She— she wasn’t?”

Liam laughs a little, shaking his head. He gets Jack’s confusion because he was confused about it for a long time as well. But he knows that not being in love with Shannon will never take away from the fact that he did love her. She’ll always be important in Liam's life, and she’ll always hold a piece of his heart, but she wasn’t the great, big love of his life. That honor belongs to someone else.

“I, um,” Liam hesitates, glancing down for a moment at the way his bare knee is pressed against Jack’s. “I’m gay.”

He’s met with stunned silence, and the swirling anxiety in his chest forces him to look back up at Jack’s face. Jack’s mouth is parted in shock, and his blue eyes are wide and shining as he meets Liam’s gaze. For a moment, Jack is completely still, frozen by the revelation. But then, gradually, a slow, wide grin spreads across his face, and his open palm lands on Liam’s bare thigh, giving it a firm squeeze.

“Oh my god,” he breathes, voice filled with excitement and something that sounds a lot like pride. “Oh my god, Liam. That’s… that’s incredible. I’m so happy for you.” There’s genuine joy and elation in his voice, but for Liam, it’s kind of hard to focus on anything except the warmth of Jack’s hand on his leg, the feeling grounding him, comforting him.

“Yeah?” Liam asks, his voice coming out a little breathless from both the intensity of Jack’s touch and the overwhelming relief that washes over him at seeing Jack so happy, so accepting.

Jack laughs, bright and light. “Yes, of course!” he exclaims, and then, without warning, “Come here.”

In a heartbeat, Jack is kneeling up on the couch, towering over Liam as he leans forward and throws his arms around him in a bear hug so tight and fierce that it knocks a bit of breath out of Liam. Jack’s arms wrap securely around Liam’s shoulders, and Liam’s face is pressed against Jack’s chest, where he can feel the steady, reassuring beat of his heart. Liam’s own hands come up to tentatively rest around Jack’s waist, and he finds himself melting into the embrace, feeling like he’s somehow found a safe haven.

Jack rests his cheek on top of Liam’s head, holding him tightly, protectively, as if he’s telling Liam through the strength of his embrace that he’s here, that he’s got him, no matter what. Liam has spent so much of his life carrying burdens, constantly bracing himself for impact, and here, in Jack’s arms, it feels like he’s allowed to let it all go, to just be, with Jack holding him together.

A laugh escapes from Liam, muffled against Jack’s chest, and Jack joins in, the sound rich and joyful as they sway slightly from the force of their shared laughter. As they pull back just a little, Jack keeps his hand nestled in the space between Liam’s shoulder and neck, his thumb tracing light, comforting patterns along the base of his neck. They’re sitting even closer than before, knees brushing, faces mere inches apart. Liam could count every one of Jack’s eyelashes if he wanted to, and the thought is surprisingly tender, making his heart beat just a little faster.

Jack’s voice is soft and a little breathless as he says, “Sorry. Sorry, I got a little carried away.”

Liam looks at him, feeling strangely open, and murmurs, “I don’t mind.” His voice comes out a bit too honest, even to his own ears, but he can’t bring himself to care. He wants Jack to know.

Jack’s eyes widen, and a faint flush of pink rises on his cheeks, a mixture of bashfulness and hope that makes him look impossibly endearing. “No?” he asks, his voice just above a whisper.

And as his gaze dips down to Liam’s lips, Liam can feel a warmth spreading through his chest, something steady and sure. “No, Jack,” he replies, his own voice soft but full of meaning. “I don’t mind. Not when it’s you.”

He feels Jack’s hand tighten on his shoulder, and he opens his mouth to say something, but the words fade as he watches Jack’s tongue swipe across his bottom lip. Liam wants to lean in and taste him — wants to get lost in everything Jack. But something holds him back, a last moment of hesitation.

“Sorry,” he whispers. “Sorry, that was too much. You’ve just brok—”

He doesn’t get to finish his sentence.

In an instant, Jack is surging forward, pulling Liam closer as he does, and then, in the blink of an eye, Jack’s lips are on his. Liam doesn’t have to wonder what Jack tastes like anymore; he just flicks his tongue out and steals a taste. When Jack moans into his mouth, Liam swallows it down, pressing closer, pushing Jack backward until there’s enough room for him to swing a leg over Jack’s thighs and settle in his lap. And when Jack’s hands splay across the curve of his ribs, Liam melts into his touch.

It’s his first time kissing a man, but Liam knows instantly that it feels right. There’s no sense of performing, no need to think about his next move, because everything flows naturally, instinctively. Every touch, every taste, every breath — they all feel like they’re exactly where they’re supposed to be.

He knows, right down to his core, that this is exactly where he belongs.

Jack’s fingers curl around Liam’s waist as he captures Liam’s bottom lip between his teeth, giving it a gentle tug that makes Liam whine louder than he’d intended, his hips jerking of their own accord. Jack’s grip tightens, and he breaks their kiss only to press their foreheads together, both of them breathing hard.

“Jesus, fuck,” Jack pants, his breath hot against Liam’s lips. “Holy shit, you’re— you’re... Liam.”

“I want you,” Liam whispers, peppering tiny kisses from the corner of Jack’s mouth and all along his jaw. “I’ve always wanted you.”

Because even before Liam truly knew it, he’d wanted Jack. Liam’s soul has been reaching out to Jack’s from the very beginning. And he might have spent too many years ignoring the universe’s call, but he won’t turn away from it a single second longer.

“I want you, too,” Jack murmurs, voice rough and filled with emotion. “Always, Liam. Always you.”

As those words sink in — as they seep into Liam’s blood and saturate his bones — it feels like they are rewriting his very DNA. It’s as if loving Jack, and being loved by him, is reshaping the core of who Liam is. For the first time, he finally feels like someone he recognizes.

And maybe it should feel too fast, this thing between them that’s burning, growing, ravaging him from the inside out. Maybe Liam should want to slow it down, take a moment to breathe, let his mind catch up with his body — with his heart. But he’s tried fast with Hannah, and slow with Andrea and Danielle, and none of those things had worked out because they weren’t this. They weren’t a man.

They weren’t Jack, with his big, calloused hands, warm and steady against Liam’s waist as he pulls him closer. They weren’t Jack, who’s leaning down to bite, to suck, to leave marks that Liam wants to wear forever.

He doesn’t want to stop; he doesn’t even want to slow down. He wants this, here, for the rest of his life. He’s past wondering if he deserves it, past questioning if he’s good enough for someone like Jack, past being afraid of the depth of love he feels. He wants Jack selfishly, wants him greedily, and if Jack is willing to give himself over, then Liam isn’t selfless enough to say no. He isn’t strong enough to deny himself this kind of joy.

“Need you,” Liam whispers, almost begging. “Please, Jack. Please.”

He tilts his head, exposing his neck for Jack’s lips and teeth and tongue to explore, leaving a trail down to his collarbone. Jack sucks the skin into his mouth, biting in a way that makes Liam shiver, moan, and grind against Jack’s hardening length.

He feels frantic, desperate, like he might fall apart if Jack doesn’t do something soon.

“What do you need?” Jack murmurs. “Tell me what you need, Li.”

“You,” Liam answers, barely able to hold back. “I need you. Just you.”

Jack tips his head back, resting it on the couch, eyes squeezed shut. The smile on his face, the blush creeping up his cheeks — it’s enough to drive Liam wild, and he has to swallow down a whine at the sight of him.

“You’re killing me,” Jack pants, and Liam laughs softly.

“Well, we don’t want that,” he teases.

But then Jack is helping Liam off his lap and jumping to his feet, and they’re standing so close that their chests brush together with every breath. Liam can’t resist leaning forward to steal another kiss from Jack. It’s all tongue, teeth, and wandering hands, and Liam’s entire body feels like jelly in Jack’s hands — soft, malleable, ready to bend to Jack’s will.

“Jack,” Liam whines again, his hands tugging at Jack’s hair.

“Bedroom?” Jack murmurs against Liam’s mouth.

Liam nods so quickly their noses bump together, and they both break into laughter. Jack pulls back to press a kiss to the tip of Liam’s nose — it’s soft and silly, and Liam has never had this before. He’s never been able to laugh like this with someone, always feeling like he needed to be on, so focused on doing the right things that he forgot to enjoy himself. But with Jack… with Jack, he thinks it might actually be fun.

“Bedroom,” he agrees, and Jack’s eyes darken with heat.

“Let’s go.”

Liam untangles his hands from Jack’s hair and instead grabs hold of his wrist. He tugs him out of the living room and down the hall, glancing back every few seconds like he’s afraid Jack will suddenly disappear. But each time he looks back, he finds Jack’s eyes on him — watching the back of his head, the stretch of his shoulders in his old alpha tauri, the ripple of his bare thighs with every step he takes.

It makes Liam feel wanted. Makes him feel desired.

As they reach Liam’s bedroom door, Jack tugs his hand back until Liam turns around to face him. Then, with one hand on Liam’s hip and the other on the door, he gently nudges Liam backward into the room.

Once he’s shut the door, Jack leans back against it, taking a moment to just look. His eyes roam slowly, lingering, unhurried as they travel over Liam, and Liam feels like a work of art being admired. He feels like something beautiful to look at and savor, even in his wrinkled shirt and boxer-briefs. The look makes his blood fizz, and he steps toward Jack with his hands outstretched, stopping only when his fingertips press into Jack’s stomach.

Liam drops to the floor between Jack’s feet, and the feeling that washes over him as he looks up… it’s like he’s kneeling at the altar of a god of his own making. But Jack looks down at him like he’s the one doing the worshipping. Like Liam is the one who’s holy. Jack places a gentle hand on Liam’s jaw, caressing his cheek with his thumb, then brushes it over the smooth space above Liam’s top lip, taking in every inch of his skin he hadn't before.

“I missed your face,” Jack says easily, as if those words don’t slide down Liam’s spine and settle in his stomach like molten lava.

Then Jack’s thumb continues to trace Liam’s face until it reaches his lips. Liam’s mouth drops open involuntarily, and he doesn’t miss the spark in Jack’s eyes.

“Sweetheart,” Jack whispers, slipping his thumb into Liam’s mouth, pressing down on his tongue as he sucks. “So fucking beautiful.”

Liam trembles, his body and mind feeling as if they’re floating — like he’s here but not fully, watching this happen to a better man than him. But then Jack is sliding his thumb out, dragging it down so Liam’s saliva spreads across his chin and cools against his skin. Then Jack holds Liam’s face in one hand, tilting it up so Liam is looking directly into his eyes.

Liam feels so desperate for him that he can’t help himself. He raises his hands, curls them around the back of Jack’s thighs, and leans forward, mouthing against the outline of Jack’s hard length. Maybe he should feel nervous — maybe a perfectionist like Liam should worry about getting it right for his first time — but the shudder that runs through Jack’s body is enough to ease any of those concerns.

“Fuck, Liam,” Jack groans, his hand moving to the back of Liam’s head to tug on his hair.

“Can I?” Liam asks.

“Yes, baby. Of course.”

The word baby drips over him like honey, and his hands tremble as he undoes Jack’s button and zip, pulling his jeans and briefs over his hips and down his thighs. Jack steps out of them, and Liam helps him remove his socks, and then… he’s confronted with the sight of Jack’s cock, hard and flushed, glistening at the tip, like he’s just as desperate for this as Liam is. It’s the first time he’s ever been this close to one that isn’t his own, and the surge of desire that rushes through him almost takes him by surprise. Almost… but this is Jack, after all. It should never be a surprise to Liam just how much he craves him.

So Liam leans forward, his tongue slipping out to steal a taste of Jack. He curls it as he licks at him, and when Jack’s hand tightens in his hair, he takes it as his cue to close his mouth around the tip. Jack feels soft and silky on Liam’s tongue, and though the taste is a little bitter, Liam finds himself wanting more. And when Jack shudders, groaning and moaning Liam’s name like a prayer, Liam lets every thought leave his head except for how good this feels and how hard he already is.

“Liam, fuck,” Jack moans. “Holy shit, sweetheart. You’re so good. So good for me.”

The words make Liam feel light-headed, a tremor rippling through his body as he palms himself through his briefs. He’s never been praised during sex before — never been told he’s good — and he hadn’t even considered that it might be something he’s into, until he hears those words on Jack’s lips. Suddenly, he wants to hear it again and again, wants to earn it by making Jack feel good.

But as he takes Jack deeper — as far as his throat will let him — Jack gently guides Liam off him. Before Liam even has a chance to worry he’s doing something wrong, Jack is pulling him up to his feet and pressing their mouths together, groaning as he tastes himself on Liam’s lips. Liam melts into Jack, sinking into his chest as Jack holds him like he’s the most precious thing in the world.

“You’re too good at that,” Jack murmurs against his lips, making Liam laugh.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Jack confirms. “But now it’s my turn.”

He maneuvers Liam toward the bed, then pushes on his shoulders until he’s sitting on the edge. Taking Liam’s face between his hands, Jack kisses him once, twice, three more times, before his hands drift down to the collar of Liam’s shirt. He tugs on it, raising a single, questioning eyebrow, but Liam just shrugs and grins at him. Then Jack’s steady, practiced hands begin to unfasten each of Liam’s buttons one by one, and it probably shouldn’t feel so intense, but with Jack, it feels borderline erotic.

He slips the shirt off Jack’s shoulders and tosses it onto the floor, then he strips off his own t-shirt and throws it there, too. And suddenly Liam is looking at all of Jack — at the tan evenly spread across his skin, and the rosy pink of his nipples. The soft curves of his belly, and the length of his cock that is still slick with Liam’s spit. He’s a fucking work of art, and it blows Liam’s mind a little to realise that a man as glorious as Jack could ever want him back. But then he’s placing his hand in the centre of Liam’s chest and pushing him backwards, and as Liam slides up the bed so he’s resting on the pillows, Jack climbs in between his open legs.

He presses a kiss to both of Liam’s ankles as he pulls off his socks, then a kiss to both of his knees. When his mouth makes it to Liam’s thighs, he bites and sucks like he’s trying to leave his mark behind — like he’s trying to stake his claim. It feels heady, and possessive, and Liam’s heart thunders dangerously fast inside his chest.

“Please,” he whimpers. “Jack… please.”

“What do you want, Liam?” He asks, his mouth so close to Liam’s cock that he can feel his breath on it. “You only have to ask.”

“Suck me,” he begs. “I need your mouth.”

It’s hot as it closes over his clothed dick, and Liam would feel ashamed of the whimper that bursts out of him if this was with anyone else. Then again, he doubts anyone else could ever make him feel like this — could make him let go so completely and give up all of his control. Jack is special, though. And here in this room, with Jack between his legs, there’s no shame or embarrassment or worry. There’s just love. So much of it that Liam can taste it with every breath that he breathes.

He gasps when Jack’s fingertips dig into his hipbones, curling beneath the waistband of his briefs so he can tug them down. Liam lifts his hips to make it easier for Jack, but he whines when the action makes him press himself against Jack’s open mouth. Jack chuckles at the sound, and at the tremor that ripples through Liam’s body. The smile he gives him — all teeth, with bright eyes and flushed cheeks and a kissed-pink mouth — is absolutely devastating.

Liam can’t stop himself from reaching down, scratching his fingers into Jack’s hair and swiping his thumb down the side of Jack’s cheek. Jack turns to press a kiss to the palm of Liam’s hand.

“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” Jack says.

And then he closes his mouth around Liam’s bare cock, and Liam sees stars.

It feels like champagne bubbles beneath the surface of his skin, and popping candy beneath his ribs. It feels bigger, better, more, than anything has ever felt before. Liam feels alive, and breathless, and he’s never wanted anybody the way that he wants Jack. It surpasses want and burrows right into need — into a desperate, aching compulsion. And I love you is on the very tip of his tongue, but he swallows it down and instead says “More. I need more, Jack. Please.”

“So polite,” Jack teases him, as he presses a delicate kiss to the very bottom of his stomach. “Use your words and tell me what you need, Li.”

Liam almost wants to cry. As someone who’s spent his whole life ignoring his own wants and needs, to ask for something now feels almost impossible.Though, as he catches Jack’s eyes and sees the shine in them, he thinks maybe that’s exactly why Jack is doing this: he’s teaching him to want. He’s teaching him that it’s okay.

“Whatever you want, baby, I’ll give it to you.”

“I need you inside me,” Liam whispers.

He feels his cheeks flaming with colour, because to be caught in the act of wanting has always felt so embarrassing to him. But then a smile spreads across Jack’s face, and he says, “Good job, baby,” and Liam simply melts.

Jack moves so he’s hovering over Liam, and he leans down to kiss and kiss and kiss him, as he roots around in the drawer of his bedside table for…he leans back, and holds up a bottle of lube. Liam feels his cheeks heat again, and he bites his lip, but he refuses to look away from Jack.

“Are you sure?” Jack asks.

“I need you,” Liam says. “I want you.”

He wants more. Wants to be as close to Jack as he possibly can be. He’s spent years wanting to climb into Jack’s skin and burrow beneath his ribs — years wanting to merge their bodies together, like their souls already are, long before he even knew what that really meant. And he doesn’t want to wait. Not because they’re in any rush…not because he’s worried he might not get another chance at this. But because he knows, as certainly as he’s ever known anything, that this is it for him.

Jack is the only person he’ll ever love like this, and he doesn’t want to waste any more time being afraid of wanting things. Especially not when Jack is giving him permission to.

Jack sucks Liam back into his mouth, and Liam gets lost in the pleasure of it — in the slick, wet heat, and the knowledge that this is Jack making him feel so good. He flinches a little when he feels the cool lube against his skin, but as Jack begins to gently rub at his hole, Liam groans and pushes back against him.

“Greedy,” Jack taunts him, and Liam whines.

But he gives Liam what he’s asking for anyway.

“Relax for me, Li,” Jack murmurs, his lips still brushing against Liam’s cock. “You can take it.”

Jack’s words, and his sickly sweet voice, and the feeling of electricity coursing through Liam’s veins is almost too much to handle. And then Jack’s finger presses inside of him, and the slight burn — the stretch as Liam’s body adjusts — is absolutely wonderful. The moans that pour out of him are filthy, and debauched, and he’s acutely aware that he’s never felt this good in his entire life.

Jack works him open slowly and gently, his lips and tongue and mouth still working over his dick as Liam loosens around his finger. Then, as Jack slips a second finger into him, he begins to make his way up Liam’s body. He kisses along Liam’s stomach, sucking hickies into the divots of his abs. When his mouth closes around Liam’s nipple, and then his other one, Liam feels like his soul is ascending and leaving his body behind.

The sensations are all so much — Jack’s fingers inside him, and his grip on Liam’s hip, and his mouth suckling at Liam’s nipples. Liam’s body doesn’t feel like his anymore, it feels like Jack’s. And he knows it’s never been in better hands.

He should have known Jack would be like this — should have known he would give, and give, and give, even here in the bedroom. But it still takes Liam a little bit by surprise; it still steals his breath how thoroughly Jack dedicates himself to taking Liam apart. Because that’s what this feels like — like Liam is being unstitched at the seams, like he’s being unravelled by Jack’s gentle touch before he slowly puts him back together again, even better than he was before.

By the time Jack has kissed his way up Liam’s throat and is feeding him his tongue, he’s pushing a third finger inside of him. Liam whimpers, and trembles, and he bites on Jack’s lip as the stretch makes all of his nerve-endings feel like they’ve been set ablaze. He arches his chest into Jack’s, wanting to be touching him everywhere possible, and Jack — reading his mind like he always does — lowers his weight onto Liam and presses him down into the mattress.

Jack’s fingers curl inside of him and Liam cries out as they find that spot that’s never been touched before. It feels like lightning. Feels like heaven, and hell, and sin. Feels holy.

“Oh,” Jack says with a grin, then does it again. Liam gasps, one hand gripping Jack’s bicep and the other the back of his neck. “There it is. Does that feel good sweetheart?”

Liam nods. “Yes, yes Jack, please. More. I need more,” he pants. “I need you. You feel so good, baby.”

“You want me inside you?”

“Yes.”

“In here?” Jack asks, curling his fingers again until Liam is writhing and his cock is smearing precum between their stomachs.

“Yes,” Liam whimpers through gritted teeth.

“Anything for you, Liam,” Jack promises.

As he kisses Liam again, slow and sweet, and so deep Liam feels it right down to the marrow of his bones, he searches in the bedside drawer once again. But when he pulls out a condom and holds it up to show Liam, Liam takes it from between his fingers and tosses it on the floor.

“No,” he says. “I wanna feel you. Jus' you, if.. if you’re—”

“I’m clean,” Jack promises. “Are you sure?”

And Liam has never been more sure of anything in his life. So he nods his head, and pulls Jack back down to kiss him, and he rocks his hips up into Jack’s so their cocks glide together. He groans when Jack slides his fingers out of Liam’s hole, and the loss almost feels like too much — he grips Jack tighter, pulls him closer, kisses him harder, but Jack just chuckles. He slows down the kiss until it’s languid, and tender, and Liam is shaking from the gentleness of it.

Then Jack’s hands are wrapping around Liam’s thighs and pushing them back, kissing the mole on the back of his leg. And Liam feels vulnerable and exposed in a way that’s entirely new to him. But Jack looks down greedily at the scene Liam is presenting him, and he groans at the sight of it. He hooks the tip of his thumb into Liam’s hole, and Liam gasps.

“I’m tasting you here later, okay?” Jack says, and Liam almost blacks out at the thought of it.

“Okay,” Liam agrees breathlessly.

“Are you ready?” Jack asks, looking Liam right in the eyes. “We can stop at any time, okay? All you have to do is-”

“-fuck me,” Liam begs. “Jack, please. I need you inside me.”

The first press of Jack’s dick against Liam’s hole feels like the first hit of morphine when you’re in pain — it soothes an ache inside of Liam that’s been hurting him for as long as he can remember. Jack kisses him through it, as Liam’s body stretches to accommodate Jack’s, and it suddenly dawns on him that he can taste himself on Jack’s tongue. It’s dirty, and heady, and it makes his cock twitch in the space between their bodies.

Jack pulls back and looks down to watch as he slides home inside of Liam, and when he’s finally all the way in — when he’s burrowed so deep inside of Liam that he can feel him in his heart — he looks back up to him and smiles. Big, and bright, and fucking earth-shattering.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” Jack whispers. “Prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.” He lets his fingers trace Liam’s blush from his cheeks, down his throat, all the way to the centre of his chest, and then stops right over his beating heart. He presses a kiss there, and then he looks back up to Liam and says, “Are you ready?”

“Move,” Liam all but begs. “Fuck me, Jack. I need you to.”

And the thing about Jack, is that he’s never denied Liam anything. He would give him anything — everything — that he asked for and not even think twice about it, and that’s been the case for as long as they’ve known each other. So when Liam pleads for Jack to fuck him, he gives him exactly what he asks for.

He pulls out slowly, watching Liam’s face for any sign that he’s in pain, and when he finds none — when he finds only pleasure there — he rocks back into him.

Liam gasps at the intrusion, and he tangles his fingers into Jack’s hair and pulls him down. He doesn’t kiss him though, he just rests their foreheads together and breathes in Jack’s air as he begins to build a slow, steady rhythm. It’s addictive, the way the heat burns low and slow in the pit of his stomach. The sensations build and build as Jack fucks into him, until Liam is shaking and whining and desperate for more.

“Harder,” Liam demands. “Harder, Jack. I need it.”

“Yeah?” Jack asks. “You need more, baby?”

“Please,” Liam says, like it’s the only word he can seem to remember. “Please.”

His hands trail down Jack’s back, nails digging in and scratching until Jack gasps and fucks into him harder. Then he’s reaching back to snatch Liam’s hands away, lacing their fingers together and slamming them down onto the mattress. He slides their joined hands under the pillow beneath Liam’s head, and orders “keep them there.”

The command — the show of dominance — has Liam melting beneath him, and when Jack’s hand comes to rest at the base of Liam’s throat, he whines and arches up into him. He wants to reach for Jack, but he wants to be good — wants to do what Jack told him to. So he grasps at the pillow as Jack starts to fuck him in the way he’s been begging for. Not fast, still so slow that the pleasure in Liam’s body builds agonisingly. But Jack is thrusting into him so hard that the headboard starts to rattle, and Liam’s body begins to sing.

And while one of Jack’s hands remains at the base of his throat — not squeezing, just holding him there like he owns him — he reaches the other one up and he curls it around the top of Liam’s head so he doesn’t bang it against the headboard.

It’s ridiculous, and it’s embarrassing, but the gesture is so sweet and caring and intimate, that tears begin to blur his vision. He has to squeeze his eyes shut so Jack doesn’t see them and worry — so he doesn’t stop. But Jack clearly doesn’t want him to look away, because he tuts under his breath and bites gently at the curve of Liam’s jaw.

“Give me those eyes, sweetheart,” Jack commands, and Liam is helpless to do anything but obey.

As he opens his eyes the tears he’d been trying to hide leak out, dripping from the corner and sliding down the sides of his face. Liam’s breath hitches, and he whimpers at the look in Jack’s eyes when he sees that Liam is crying. A flash of concern passes over his face, and his hips stutter like he’s about to stop, so Liam wraps his legs around Jack’s waist and squeezes his thighs.

“Don’t stop,” he begs. “I’ll die. I’ll die if you stop.”

The dramatics would probably be humiliating if Liam stopped to think about the words spilling out of his mouth. But he’s so overwhelmed with pleasure that all he can think about is keeping Jack inside of him — is never letting him go.

And then Jack is leaning forwards and capturing Liam’s mouth in a kiss that absolutely wrecks him. He whispers, “You’re so good, baby. Taking it so well for me,” and Liam writhes, and cries, and surrenders his body, and mind, and his heart to Jack.

“Jack,” Liam whimpers, desperate and frantic. He’s not sure what he’s asking for — not sure what he needs — but he knows that Jack will find a way to give it to him anyway.

“I’ve got you, Liam,” Jack promises. “I’ll take care of you. You’re doing so good, baby. So perfect for me.”

The hand on his throat tightens just a little, and Jack pegs his prostate, and then Liam is cumming — completely untouched, with a silent gasp on his lips as he trembles through his release. And as his body shakes, and he tightens around Jack, he feels Jack cumming too… feels him fill Liam in a way that makes him feel more whole than he’s ever done in his life.

More tears slip from his eyes, and then Jack is leaning down to kiss them away, and it’s so sweet that Liam needs to hold him. He moves his hands from where Jack had placed them beneath the pillow, and he winds them around Jack. With his legs still wrapped around his back he tugs, and Jack lets out a soft laugh as he lets his weight fall onto Liam.

“That was…” Liam pants, trailing off because he can’t quite find the words to describe it.

“Yeah, yeah it was,” Jack agrees. “You were perfect, Liam.”

Liam snatches a kiss and says, “So were you. Thank you.” The smile Jack gives him in return is a thing of absolute beauty.

Jack is slow and careful as he pulls his softening cock out of Liam, and then he flops down beside him. Liam hadn’t wanted them to separate — had wanted to keep Jack inside of him forever — but Jack doesn’t pull away. He leans on his elbow and slips his free hand between Liam’s legs, using his fingers to push his cum back inside of Liam in a move that feels so filthy - so territorial — that Liam throws his head back and groans.

Jack leans down and kisses Liam’s exposed throat, biting at the underside of his jaw, until his lips press against Liam’s again, and again, and again.

“Jack, I…”

He reaches his hand up and tugs on the sweat-slick curl that falls down over Jack’s forehead, making Jack laugh and pretend to bite at Liam’s fingers as he pulls away. Liam laughs too, loud and carefree and easy.

“I love you, Jack,” Liam confesses.

“I love you, too.”

And Liam still isn’t quite ready to believe that he deserves this, but he’s going to take it anyway. He’s going to grasp it between both hands and never let it go. Because even if Liam doesn’t think he’s worthy of him, Jack clearly seems to think that he is, and there’s nobody in this world that he trusts more than Jack.

“You’re my last,” Jack says. “You’re my always.”

And Liam likes the sound of that.

[ouatsqincorrect]

fic/headcanon prompt: the fam's realisation moments that emma and regina were in love

ok i tried for so long to write this into a fic for you, anon but haven’t been able to work it into the right words so i’m gonna do it as a headcanon now (i hope that’s okay with you). maybe someday i’ll find a way to make it work

anyway, these are my thoughts

rumple is the first one to figure it out. emma comes to him, angry about the dreamcatcher that told her regina killed archie and suddenly, it just clicks. and for a man who could see so much of the future, this really sort of takes him by surprise

but it makes some perfect sense in a way and now, he understands why regina was able to save emma from that portal and why no matter how many people try to sway her, emma can’t seem to find it in her to believe that regina is just a bad person

because he’s known regina her entire life (i know they met after daniel died, but—) and no one has ever fought for her like emma does

it’s when they stop the trigger though that he realizes it isn’t one sided. he knows magic better than anyone, and the fact that emma and regina found a way to stop that little diamond tells him all he needs to know about how they really feel

snow is the next one to figure it out. they’re standing at the town line, pan’s curse is about to hit, and it’s hard to look at the way emma’s crying and regina’s giving up her happiness and not see that they’ve fallen hard

her suspicions are only confirmed when she watches how regina struggles the following year, not only because of the pain of losing henry, but from the pain of losing emma too

and that’s how david gets it. he catches regina in a bad place one night at the castle and the way she’s upset for more than just henry is enough to clue him in

he doesn’t know for sure that emma’s in love with regina too until she brings marian back and david spends the next few days trying to get emma to calm down because the fact that she took away regina’s chance at happiness (and the fact that regina won’t talk to her) is killing her

when he didn’t have his memories, henry was convinced emma and regina had been in a relationship once before he was born. and when he gets his memories back, it’s hard to unsee that because now a lot of their behavior towards each other makes sense

and this is the kid who took exactly five seconds to believe that he was living in a town full of fairytale characters. it’s easy to believe that his moms would fall in love, and like the rest of the family, he can’t help but agree that it kind of makes perfect sense

belle realizes in camelot when she finds out emma gave regina the dagger. she’s had experience in this. the dark one giving someone the dagger is like them giving them their heart so she knows emma has feelings for regina

and the way regina clutches the dagger like her life depends on it tells her regina feels the same way about emma

zelena is, surprisingly, the last one to figure it out. it’s the day after emma told regina hook proposed and regina is so upset and zelena is pissed because it’s been years now and how had she not seen something so obvious?

for about 20 seconds, she tries to convince regina to crash the wedding, but regina shuts that idea down pretty quickly

[specialagentlokitty]

Saul silva x reader - in the eyes of a god

Part 2:

Saul kept his eye o it for you during the entirety of the training session, but you weren’t anywhere to be found.

He wasn’t sure what you were, if what you said was true or not, so when training came to an end he headed to the library.

Alfea wasn’t exactly short of books, especially books based of its history and similar themes, so there was no doubt in his mind there would’ve been something.

He decided to look for books on family insignias, no doubt that’s what was engraved into your wrist brace, so it would be easier to track who you were or at least what family you belonged to.

Taking the book he was looking for from the shelf, he walked over to a table and set it down, turning the lamp on.

He sat down, and began the process of looking through each and every one if the pages.

None of the ones he was coming across seemed like a match, and he sighed, setting the book aside.

“Looking for something?” Farah asked.

“You remember the person who attacked the specialists?”

She nodded her head, making her way over.

“Yes, I did try to track them, but I couldn’t find anything, not even a magic trail was left behind.”

“That’s impossible, they used magic Farah, I saw it with my own two eyes.”

“Then they’re incredible at covering their tracks, because I couldn’t find one, even Ben tried, nothing he made showed any trace on that scorch mark.”

He pinched the bridge if his nose, tilting his head back slightly.

“I’ve had a look, I can’t find the insignia. It’s the only book we have as well.”

Farah stood next to him, taking a look at the cover of the book before she shook her head.

“There is another one, hold on.”

Taking the book he was looking through, and placed it back on the shelf, then she walked back over, gesturing for him to follow her.

They both made their way to the far end of the library, to the restricted section, and she opened it, letting them both in.

“I keep this one locked away because of the types of families that are included. Students don’t need to know about these people, or what they’ve done.”

Farah walked over to a shelf, unlocking a glass cabinet and she pulled out a book, placing it on the pedestal.

“Most of these were known dangerous families, it individuals, all of them are long gone, but it was settled that it was for the best that they couldn’t possibly find a link between these people and them if they’re related.”

Saul opened the book, slowly going through the pages, and some of the names he recognised.

Some were renowned threats to the realm years ago, some of them were taught in basic classes, as a lesson about how dangerous it was to mess with magic.

Others he had never heard off.

“This one.”

He pointed to the page and Farah looked at it.

“The (L/N) family, not really noticeable for anything truly significant. There’s no real history on them or the people of the family, or family tree or anything. It’s not really known what kind of family they were or what powers they possessed.” Farah read.

Saul nodded his head, then turned the page, and he studied the image, pointing to it.

“Not until this one at least. The only member of the family that made any sort of name for themselves.”

“(Y/N) (L/N), age unknown, strength unknown, agility unknown, powers unknown. The only thing reported about them is the fact they could summon lightening.”

“Air fairy?” He asked.

“I don’t think so, it takes a lot of power and training to do something like that more than once. If they are they definitely spent time practicing. What else does it say?”

Saul turned back to the book.

“(Y/N) was a general for the solarian army, it doesn’t say when, they were strong but unpredictable, always rushing head first into battle, as time went on it was reported that they slowly began to slip into a state of bloodlust, became too dangerous. One day they just disappeared. It was rumoured they were executed but it was never confirmed.”

Farah nodded her head, and Saul closed the book, handing it back to her so she could put it away.

“It isn’t far off that they wound become the god of war, people have become gods for far less. I mean looked at your family tree, your ancestor became the god of blacksmithing.”

Saul sighed, leaving the enclosed space and he waited for her on the other side.

“Even if that’s true, they don’t interact with people, not without reason. All of them also left when modern technology came about, they didn’t like it.”

“When was the first time you encountered them?”

“Training, I was in the middle of putting up one of the ribbons when they attacked.”

“Well if that was their shrine then they wouldn’t have liked you leaving something there, and what brought them here?”

Saul followed Farah out of the library and down the hallway.

“Riven stole something from the shrine and they wanted it back, then engaged me in combat but never threw a hit at me.”

“They could’ve seriously hurt any one of you if they really wanted to, but they didn’t.”

“Exactly, so, why are they still here?”

“What makes you think they are?”

Saul stopped for a moment, looking out if the window.

“It’s a feeling I have, but I can’t find them.”

Farah placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Get some rest, I’m sure they’ll leave you alone now.”

He nodded, making his way back to his room to get ready to sleep.

Knowing you were out there it made it hard for him to get a good sleep, even as days slipped by he still found it hard to properly rest.

You studied his training, watching how he taught his students and it made you scoff slightly.

He was good, you’d give him that.

Standing in the wall, you crossed your arms as you looked down at him tidying the training grounds.

“You’re strong, but your form is inadequate at best. You’re still, you have now fluidity to your movements. Seriously, who taught you such weak fighting stances?” You huffed.

Saul drew his sword and looked towards the wall that you had shouted down from.

You titled your head to the side a little bit, grinning ever so slightly.

“Seriously, you pass your technique on and they just change it, rather disrespectful if you ask me.”

Putting your hands in your pockets you titled your head back just a little bit.

“I could easily defeat you with my hands in my pockets.”

“Is that a challenge?” He asked.

Going based of what Saul had read about you he theorised that you wouldn’t be one to turn away when presented with a challenge.

You had a big ego, and you would do anything to prove that you’re stronger than anybody.

So when you grinned even more, eyes widening slightly with excitement he knew he was right.

You jumped down, bringing your hands up to unclasped your cloak, then you took your sword off and dropped it next to your cloak.

You put your hands in your pockets, and you looked down your nose at him.

“It absolutely is. If you manage to win I’ll train you myself to be a true fighter.”

“And if you win?”

You shrugged slightly.

“You have nothing I could want, I just think it’ll be fun. I’ve done my research on your Saul silva, the best specialist in Solaria, let’s see if you live up to that name shall we? Don’t hold back now.”

Saul charged for you, swinging his sword, and just as quick as blink of an eye, you were gone, you stood behind him, turning to the side as he swung the sword backwards.

You were just toying with him, sometimes you’d let him get close to managing to land a hit on you, other times you would just completely avoid his advances.

Even without you attacking back, hands in your pockets he couldn’t even get a scratch in you.

You were fast, agile and able to move in ways he hadn’t even seen before.

You had a unique technique that was unpredictable, he couldn’t guess your next move or where you were going to move to next.

You kept going around in circles around him, ducking, jumping, moving from side to side.

You weren’t even breaking a sweat.

“Oh you are determined, I admire that. I remember when my foes had such determination, oh how fun it was to watch them fall!”

You spun around, finally bringing your leg up and you slammed it into his chest, sending him flying backwards, sword falling from his grasp.

Walking over to him, you stood above his head, leaning down to look at him, a frown on your face.

“You’re predicable, it’s pathetic. You don’t change your routine, it makes it easy to guess your next move.”

Huffing, you stood up, walking over to his sword you you kicked it over, then made your way to your things.

You put your sword back on your belt, then picked your cloak up, putting it back around your shoulders and turned around to look at him.

“Swordsmanship used to be a craft of art, now it’s just a pitiful display. That really pisses me off.”

“Well it’s not fair if I’m fighting an apparent god.”

Saul ran at you once more, this time you didn’t even move, you just reached out, grabbing his wrist, bending it it backwards so he would drop his sword.

“Never go for the cheap shot, it pisses me off when somebody tries to use a cheap shot, that’s not very respectful you know.”

“Respectful?” He scoffed.

You pushed him back, placing your foot on his sword to stop his advances in order to get it.

“You must always respect your opponent Saul Silva, if you don’t you get cocky, if you get cocky you get killed.”

“You’re cocky.”

You scoffed a little, placing your foot under his sword you kicked it up, catching it by the hilt as you studied it.

Jumping backwards you landed on the wall so he wasn’t able to reach you.

“I’m not cocky, I know what I can do. There’s a difference.”

You looked at him with narrowed eyes.

“Your sword is dull, it’s weak.”

You threw it down, stabbing it into the ground below.

“You give swordsmen a bad name with your horrific training, your terrible weapons.”

He scoffed, walking over to pick up his sword and he put it away.

You clearly weren’t going to attack him, you had absolutely no interest in that whatsoever.

Whether you enjoyed taunting him or trying to piss him off was behind you.

A smirk slowly spread across your face, and you crouched down, resting your arms on your knees.

“I’ll train you.”

“What makes you think I’d want that? Plus I never won the fight.”

“I admire your dedication to the craft none the less.”

Standing up, you pointed at him.

“You shall be my prodigy!”

[whoblewboobear]

DEADLINE: Well beloved actor Jace Stardiamond spotted through cafe window with brunette woman. Could she break him out of his life long bachelor streak?

VARIETY: Mysterious Brunette confirmed to be alternative indie-film darling, Zara Sool. Sool is set to co-star alongside Stardiamond in upcoming steamy period drama

Ruby met Jace 3/17 @jacespurplescarf: “does this mean he’s still single??? 👀”

Reply to @jacespurplescarf

Professor Bitch @elfc0ck27641: “single? look up him n his agent theyre VERY close 🍆🍑”

[Jace]: People r talking about us again.

[Porter]: Let them, I’ll have our pr guy scrub X in a few

[Jace]: stop guzzling Elon’s balls and call it Twitter like the rest of us.

[Porter]: keep talking and I won’t have dinner ready when you get home.

[Porter]: or fuck you.

[Jace]: I hate you 😣

[Porter]: Luv u too, kitten 😌 Look over those scripts I sent you btw I wanna confirm one by EOD

[Jace]: no corporate speak 🤢🤢 say it in English for ur idiot thespian bf

[Porter]: u don’t do theater rmr? 🙄 end of day. Aka 6pm when my day is over.

[Jace]: u can leave whenever u salaried bitch

[Porter]: no dinner + not fucking u + L + ratio

[Jace]: 🤢 HATE whatever that was

[Porter]: Sierra taught me 😋

[Jace]: do we have her this week? Gotta ban her from teaching her weirdo dad anymore slang

[Porter]: not sure yet, Zel says she got invited to a sleepover

[Jace]: should we go on vacay then?

[Porter]: ur in the middle of filming ur staying put 👀

[Jace]: ugh ur no fun

[Porter]: EOD, Jace. I mean it.

[Jace]: 📑📝✅💜🖕🏻

~

Acclaimed actor Jace Stardiamond was known to be perpetually single throughout his lengthy career. In reality he was screwing in five year long committed relationship with, yes, his very own agent, Porter Cliffbreaker. An absolute shark in the industry with a list of star-studded clientele.

Jace was a walking cliche, sue him.

It wasn’t his fault Porter opted for a blazer that barely fit his hulking arms the day they met. It ended in their completely professional conversation turning to Jace catching Porter’s lips in a chaste kiss on the front steps leading up to his mansion in the hills. He apologized and Porter continued on with his pitch like nothing happened, like a fierce blush wasn’t passing over his cheeks and ears. Jace signed the paperwork and Porter kept him at arms reach.

Until he took Jace out for a nice dinner to celebrate acing an audition. It wasn’t a special or memorable one. He wasn’t the lead. That night, Porter peered at him over his champagne flute (filled with ginger ale instead) before saying, “I’ll celebrate your wins, no matter the size. A win for you is a win for us.” Us.. he liked the thought of being an ‘Us.’

In the industry, there hadn’t been much opportunity for dating. Hookups were few and far between with trusted partners; none of them serious enough to commit to but they took care of each other’s needs. Porter took care of his career, but he wouldn’t mind if he took him apart instead. He sat across from the man fantasizing about how easily he could pick him up and pose him into whatever position he saw fit. The idea left him desperate.

When Porter summoned him for a meeting, he definitely wasn’t expecting the best agent he’s had in a decade to drop him. He was always the one trading up, not whatever the hell this was. They’ve only been working together for a year..

“Mr. Stardiamond, I have a conflict of interest and I can no longer be your agent. I apologize.” Jace didn’t make it a habit of screaming at people on his payroll. It was a level of disgusting he didn’t tolerate, but if what he was hearing was true.. Porter was quitting- or? Firing him? He wasn’t exactly sure which suited the situation better, but he knew he wanted to scream.

“What the hell? Don’t Mr. Fucking Stardiamond me. What conflict of interest?”

“I’m attracted to you. I could get fired.” Jace’s mouth goes dry and his heart kicks off into overdrive. Porter.. liked him back?

“We can’t just talk to HR or something?” Porter looks up from his computer screen, realization dawning on him as Jace’s bright, determined eyes peer back at him. “We’d only do that if- oh?”

“Yeah, you fucking idiot. Be my boyfriend, be my agent, be both. Who fucking cares. We don’t have to go public. I don’t like- dating and publicity gets messy.”

“You’re not seeing anyone, I take it?”

“Christ, Porter. No, I jerk off thinking of you in plane bathrooms like a loser. I’ve had more wet dreams about you than I can count. I- can I kiss you again? A real kiss.”

“After I fill out the paperwork for HR.” Jace rolls his eyes, resting his chin on his hand, smiling at Porter across his desk. The walls were glass, he couldn’t do anything now, he knew that. Every inch of him burned to close the distance. To push everything off Porter’s desk and let him drill into him while the corporate jag offs milling about watched.

“Let me take you out tonight.”

~

Porter hadn’t considered that he’d be on a flight later when Jace offered to take him out. But here he was, on a private plane headed across the world for a dinner date. LA had all the food they could ever want, but Jace insisted this Parisian restaurant was the best of the best. He was right and Porter was almost impressed. Almost.

“You don’t have to throw money around, I already like you.” Jace hums, taking a deep sip of the top shelf wine he requested for the both of them. Porter was familiar with it. “Can you just enjoy the nice date thing I’m trying to do with you?”

“I am. But I have to meet with a client at six am and I’d like to go to gym at five without being jet lagged,” he smirks.

He knew provoking Jace like this would only push him to brat territory. He liked when Jace got bratty with him. He’d only seen it in a professional sense- as professional as Jace could manage (not much.) It was like he was allergic to playing the part outside of watchful eyes.

From what he heard, Jace was on his best behavior once he waltzed into a place where he was know, where anyone could be watching. But Porter loved how candid he could be when they were alone. Clients were entitled to their masks, he wore his own to get by, but Jace? He took his off the minute Porter closed his office door. The entire floor could see them, his body language remained tactful, but his words? Blunt, opinionated, and clever.

He was so charming, Porter imagine you had to have that quality to be an actor. Actor charm never quite broke down his walls until Jace. Something about those golden eyes and that bright smile. He was also attractive. Even in the dim restaurant lighting he looked breathtaking.

This was a good first date, but Christ he needed more. He needed to know what Jace sounded like when his fingers explored his body.

“Porter?”

“Yeah- sorry. Wine’s getting to my head a bit.”

“You took one sip,” Jace raises an eyebrow. “I don’t usually drink.” Jace eyed him curiously.

“Do you wanna head to the tarmac? We could fuck on the flight home.”

“You fuck on the first date?”

“I don’t date, remember.”

“Still dunno if I believe you or not.” Jace shrugs at that. “Is it that hard to believe? I’ve been on camera since I was a month old. There isn’t enough time or privacy in the world.”

“And you think this’ll work out?”

“I do. I’m confident.”

Five years later and Jace was still confident, but more importantly, he was right.

[sukirichi]

Okay! Back on my phone battery died ahahha

Well you can say my resentment for her is big cause as a proud tooru fucker i went ahead and reread the first chapters to find this

This is from chapter 7 what basically summarize why tooru was always cold to her. I remember something more but i might be misremembering due to my hate lmfao but i always saw this as Tooru being forced fo marry someone he didnt love and ultimately have his 'freedom' stolen hence why he resented her so much and honestly made me resent her too ahahahha also the whole obsess theme playing again when he went to her room as kids and she had this huge ass painting of him hanging there...

Bruh i dunno i know im biased but i rereading old chapters and seeing how tooru is all soft to us and hates to be shackled to maiko just makes me want him to be happy 🥺 with us

Oh and also i would never EVER invite iris to my sanctuary like nah ah nope never bitch would sleeo at the beach outside, i would not let her step a foot inside my house after she KNOWINGLY fucked a married man

'but i was here first' he was still married and YOU DIDNT EVEN LOVE HIM

I would maybe feel a bit bad if she loved him like a tiny tiny bad still would hate her for the fact that it doesnt matter if she was there first HE WAS MARRIEDDDDDDD

But knowing she never even loved him 🙂🙃🤡

Also i have the feeling the whole 'lets be friends' bs is because she wants us to ultimately petty her since shes pregnant now like somehow she knows we can destroy her. Or her marriage with omi. I totally dont see her doing that out of the kindness of her heart. OR ACTUALLY she feeling pressure from the queen in some way since the queen wanted us to play friends with iris and well the queen can fuck iris up aswell.

But thank you iris for confirming rin does love us <3

Im just scared the iris kid will fuck rins head up.. And shes also been sickly and shit if this isnt grounds to manipulate rin.. After all she did manipulative him until now in a way.

I wanted to say something else about rin but i kinda forgot since im pissed dhdhahhajsj 🤣🤣🤣🤣

Thank you for the update! As usual love your writing and the first part really made me happy.. Made me imagine the trip to the house with rin very vividly 🥺

cackling at little maiko casually having a portrait of tooru in her room 😭 and yep the whole “forced” thing was how he feels towards their marriage. maiko and tooru were actually arranged by the queen to be married, although it isn’t really known or officially stated that it was arranged because they already knew each other since they were kids + it had been maiko’s fleeting thought that like, “oh, your majesty, i like tooru. it’d be wonderful if i could marry him.” just a silly little musing of a teenage girl, but the queen saw it as an opportunity that’d be good for the crown and presented the idea to tooru 😔 and at that time he needed the extra power and stability to be a more well-respected prince, so he went along with the marriage. and yes omg !! i do miss our tooruyn days… unfortunately, i had to scrap away the ideas I had for that because it was quite a popular demand to make him and maiko work out 🫡 I wasn’t opposed to that and I think it’d be great to focus more on omiyn <3 SO SORRY IF THAT WASN’T WHAT YOU LIKED BESTIE IK TOORU IS YOUR NUMBER ONE BUT I HAD TO DO IT FOR THE PLOT 😭🙏🏻

‘but I was here first’ nobody asked iris lmfAOOOO

and yep, iris asking to be friends was not done out of the kindness of her heart at all lol. i don’t even think she has any kindness in her heart… but she’s not doing it at all for rintaro lol. she’s trying to be on yn’s good side because she knows her marriage with omi is falling apart. for the five years they’ve been married, kiyoomi has always been neutral and uncaring – he knows iris is cheating on him, but he doesn’t care 😹 not once has kiyoomi shown that he plans on divorcing her. he just avoids her and acts like she doesn’t exist, and that’s fine enough for iris, as long as they’re married. but now that she’s pregnant with rin’s baby AND kiyoomi is having feelings for yn… yeah, iris is feeling anxious. we’ll see though what she’ll do with her pregnancy!!

and aww thank you so much, I’m so happy you enjoyed the latest update! I HOPE YOU KNOW that I always appreciate you taking the time to read and send in all your thoughts, they make me super happy and warm knowing you’re so supportive. SO THANK YOU BESTIE SENDING YOU LOTS OF LOVEE 💫🌷💕

[crystaiskiess]

Okay, it’s me, the person rereading OAFK to find where Arthur falls in love with Merlin.  This is very long because I may have gotten a bit carried away.  I’m so sorry, but I wanted to cover all the bases (and then just got really into it because I love this fic).  Although I want confirmation if I’m right, you don’t have to publicly post this or anything, because, once again, this is long and you may not want people to know.

So, I think Arthur’s feelings start when he meets Merlin, which may sound so soon and may be very wrong.  But in chapter one, when they meet for the second time, there are several lines that I feel like radiate the idea of “I have a slight instant crush on this guy, but I’d never know for multiple reasons.  First thing is their banter about the dungeons (honestly, love that part, it’s so cute/funny).  Then there’s the paragraph about Arthur having fun, which I feel screams “instant attraction.”

Arthur blinks, unable to stop himself from smiling.  A thrill runs through him like a surging wave, starting at his toes and ending in the tips of his fingers.  Excitement.  He finally identifies what is so entertaining about Merlin, why he feels this pull to torment him, this desire to goad him into action.  For the first time in years Arthur is having fun.

Arthur, as a character, just isn’t the type of find interest in things that are the same thing he deals with every day.  There’s literally an example of that at the beginning of that scene where he’s like “yeah, let me figure out where I’m supposed to respond because I am so bored right now.” I think the excitement Merlin brings immediately forms a sense of attraction to him (which makes sense because in real life, we tend to be attracted to the people we desire to have in our lives).  In canon, he starts showing attraction to Gwen when she speaks against him (not like Merlin does, but a variation, you know?), which fits into the idea that Arthur wants excitement in his life and he wants people who will create it.  I think half of this doesn’t make sense, but it’s important to have for my next thing.

Going back to OAFK; in chapter two, Arthur thinks about how he doesn’t know if he wants Merlin to change and become a proper servant.  While that’s explicitly said, you go into why he feels like that.  He finds Merlin entertaining and like no one else he’s ever met before, and that Merlin’s rudeness enthralls Arthur.  However, he’s like “yeah, but he’s also infuriating.” I feel like this goes into Arthur not really having someone speak out against him (or friends), so he’s unable to properly navigate how he feels about this.  This back and forth on who he wants Merlin to be is realistic and I very much love it.  Also, yes, he could just see Merlin in a platonic light at this point (anything is possible), but I just think about the scene where Arthur trusts Merlin about Valiant.  Yeah, that’s a canon scene, but it adds to later where it’s like “An odd part of Arthur warms at the sight of Merlin’s slight smile.” Arthur has feelings for Merlin, even if they’re platonic or romantic.  They’re strong, but he’s just a bit unaware.

Now, to where I think he falls in love with Merlin.  This could be too soon, but the amount of passages from it that just make sense he loves Merlin is in The Poisoned Chalice.  I have like 20 highlighted areas that I feel like capture that Arthur loves Merlin.  I will obviously not share all of them because that’s a lot.  The first line is, “a man who understands that Arthur needs Merlin around.  Merlin matters to him.” I adore this line so much, like I think about it a lot because it captures to me how much Arthur’s feeling have grown over the last bit (I don’t remember your timeline off the top of my head, sorry) they’ve known each other.  I am a big believer in that Arthur feels fear, but it’s not exhibited the same way nor is it easy for him to feel it because of how he was raised, but oh my God, the moment where it’s like “He can hear his heartbeat in his ears, feel it in his throat, he’s never felt fear like this,” just hit so hard.  The amount of love and care he has for Merlin makes his situation terrify him. (Also, that entire paragraph containing that sentence and the paragraph above just capture Arthur so well.)

So, this could be debated like slightly of it’s in Arthur’s character, but I’m not entirely sure.  The line “They both hear the words that go unspoken.  If it were just my life, I would risk it in a heartbeat.” Some could say that that’s just how Arthur is.  (Him thinking about how he wishes he could feed everyone and guarantee their safety in The Moment of Truth.) In this situation, I feel like it being Merlin has a big part in this (Also, in The Moment of Truth of why Arthur goes to begin with).

So, to wrap this up before it gets to be over 1,000 words, Arthur starts liking Merlin the second time they meet (or the realization he doesn’t understand is there), but he starts (realizes but doesn't realize?) he loves Merlin in The Poisoned Chalice.

I’m so sorry for how long this is and that parts may not be coherent.  I do want to say that I love this fic and it’s always a pleasure to reread it.

OAFK SPOILERS AHEAD

also now that it’s been quite a while since chapter 28 was posted here is a moment of deep appreciation for this incredible person who got arthur’s feelings revelation so INSANELY spot on that i actually couldn’t post his analysis bc it’s basically spoilers

like incredible, immaculate, i still reread this often just to be in awe

[moghraidhs]

[DISBELIEF]: after the receiver has done something completely unexpected (and reckless) the stunned sender cups their face in their hands while trying to get them to explain why the hell they did it. Clegan (All Roads Lead Home AU Maybe perhaps <333 but normal is okay too)

here you go, enjoy :)

prompt list

Bucky hasn’t been hit in a long time. Doesn’t change how much it hurts, though. His vision is blurry, ears ringing, and each fresh burst of noise has him fighting the desire to crawl into a corner and hide until it all goes quiet.

The evening had started out fairly quietly, him and Jack tending bar while the bikers hung out in their corner. Then two or three hands from one of the ranches outside of town had shown up - a couple of betas and one alpha, already half-drunk and looking for trouble. They’d started by taking shots at Gale, but when he hadn’t responded, they’d switched to mouthing off at the omegas present.

Things had escalated quickly after that. And normally Bucky might have avoided it, stayed out of the fight until things were all over, but when he’d seen one of the other alphas go for Gale, whose back was currently turned, he’d stepped in the way. And gotten a faceful of brass knuckles in the process.

“John?”

He blinks twice, and his vision clears just enough to see Gale kneeling in front of him. The noise is dying down, so it means the fight must be over.

“I’m okay.” It doesn’t sound nearly as convincing as Bucky wants it to. Talking hurts. Everything hurts.

“Let me see.” Gale reaches out - slowly at first, like he’s waiting for Bucky to pull away. They’ve been around each other long enough that Bucky no longer feels the need to flinch every time Gale moves, but he appreciates the consideration.

Gale cups his jaw, eyes narrowed. “Don’t think anything’s broken,” he says at last. “But you’d better let Benny take a look at it, just in case.” He sounds calm enough, but his scent is screaming otherwise, and the next words out of his mouth confirm it. “What the hell were you thinkin’, anyway?”

Bucky frowns. “What?”

“I know how to handle myself in a fight. You could’ve gotten yourself killed, you know that?” Anger leaks through the words, but it’s laced with confusion this time. “Why would you do that?”

“I–” Bucky starts and then stops. The truth is, he hadn’t thought about it much. All he had known at that moment was a desire to keep Gale from getting hurt, a small repayment considering all the alpha had done for him and Daisy. And yet…even if he said that, it wouldn’t be the whole truth.

So he opts for the easiest route out. “I don’t know.”

[kerrslvr]

teagan and hailey aren't together are they ? just went on a friends trip?

i don’t think so tbh but in all honesty we’re not gonna know unless they confirm it… tbf, i doubt they’re dating considering how long they’ve known each other, but then again it’s possible? idk, i personally think they aren’t dating and that it was just a trip bc they both have time off (real madrid don’t play until sunday, liverpool don’t play till may 1st) so i think it was a quick little day or so in the sun (they’re aussies they tan in 30 seconds flat, they don’t need much longer lol x)

[ask-agent-rapzutin-vodello]

Prompt: the "welcome to the family" dinner with Norma and frazie

Norma ran her hand through her hair for the sixth time in half the number of minutes. “Does my hair look okay?” She fiddled with her sweater. “How about my outfit?”

Frazie giggled and grabbed Norma’s hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “Norma, Mia Topina, you’re being way too nervous for this.”

“It’s dinner with your parents, Kitten.” Norma retorted with a grimace. “I have a right to be nervous.”

“Norma, you’ve known me and the other Aquatos for almost a year now. “It’s not like we never had dinner together before.”

“I know, it’s just …when your dad came over the other day to invite me, I sensed …something about him. “

Frazie tilted her head. “Like what?”

“I don’t know, I didn’t read his mind.” Norma said with a shrug and a very matter-of-fact tone in her voice. “But he felt …giddy when I accepted. I think your family is up to something.”

Frazie giggled. “Oh, I know they’re up to something.”

Norma gave her girlfriend a suspicious look. “And you know this …?”

“Because they didn’t tell me anything.” Frazie answered with a big grin, which made Norma roll her eyes.

“And you really know nothing about what is gonna happen?”

“Norma, darling, love of my life, in all the time that you have known me, have I ever kept a surprise my family, or our friends had for you for myself?”

Norma grinned. “Not really. You either acted really weird which would make me suspicious and got to the bottom of things …or you just plainly told me.”

Frazie barked out a laugh, a heavenly sound to Norma, and threw her arm around her girlfriend. “And they didn’t tell me about today’s dinner at all, so …they are up to something.” She planted a kiss on Norma’s cheek. “But don’t worry, I’ll be there to protect you.”

“I know you will.” Norma replied, wrapping an arm around Frazie’s waist.

If you were a friend – or even better: a girl-or boyfriend of an Aquato – you always get the warmest welcome from the Aquato parents, but when Donatella pulled in Norma for a hug, the latter could sense …something from the prima ballerina. A sense of …excitement and anticipation. And she noticed that Frazie had sensed it as well. Ever since they’ve gotten together, their bond has gotten closer and closer, and Norma was convinced they were connected in more ways than one.

Like any other time that Norma went over to the Aquatos to share dinner, her knowledge of foreign culinary differences was put to the test. she wouldn’t even try to pronounce any of the dishes that were served to her. The one thing she knew about it …it was delicious and made with a lot of love. And maybe a bit too much salt, but she wisely kept that little titbit to herself, as not to insult her host.

But as time progressed, Norma was more and more than convinced that something was gonna happen and she didn’t need to have her Psychic powers to confirm her suspicions. Augustus and Donatella kept throwing each other these little smiles. Dion kept glancing at her and Frazie, having this weird little smirk on his lips. And then there was the fact that the youngest Aquato kids couldn’t keep giggling.

Eventually, Frazie let out a loud sigh. “Okay, I’ve reached a limit. What are you guys’ planning don’t try to pretend you’re not, because you guys are so obvious.”

Norma couldn’t help but to smirk at her girlfriend.

Donatella giggled. “Can’t get anything past you, eh, Francesca?” The latter blushed when Norma giggled at the use of her full name.

Augustus chuckled. “Well, we wanted to wait until after dinner, but this seems as good a time as any.” He turned to his wife and nodded. Donatella stood up, walked over to her and her husband’s tent for a short moment and soon emerged again, holding a small package, which she handed over to Norma.

Norma gave the package a long look, tilting it from side to side. “What’s this?”

Mirtala jumped on her chair. “It’s a gift. Open it! Open it!”

Dion pushed his littlest sister back on her seat. “Sit down before you crash the table again.”

The bespectacled psychic ripped the paper open …and gasped when she saw what was in it. Next to her, Frazie made a similar sound and Norma could feel combination of surprised happiness and warmth radiate from her girlfriend. Inside lay a beautiful silver-colored bracelet, decorated with inlayed gemstones.

“Is …is this real?” Norma asked softly, letting her fingers run over the material.

Augustus let out a chuckle. “Unfortunately, the whole thing is a replica, but it belonged to my family for a long, long time. My grandmother gave this to my mother when she was a child, and then she gave it to Nona when she moved to the States. She has kept it after Ford …you know.”

“Why are you giving it to me?” Norma asked. “This seems like too sentimental a gift to give away.”

“Nona gifted it to me a long, long time ago.” Donatella folded her hands on the table and gave Norma a warm smile. When me and Auggie had been dating for a year, she took me aside and slipped that bracelet on my wrist. And I had the same reaction as you, Norma. I was wondering why she would give me this, especially if it was so special for her and her family.”

“So, what did she say?” Norma asked.

Donatella gave a warm smile, stood up and made her way around the table towards Norma. “She said that ‘while she hadn’t been sure about me when Augustus and me started dating, I had certainly shown time and time again that her son had chosen the right person to be with. With the bracelet, she wanted to officially welcome me in the family.”

“Mom …” Frazie’s eyes turned big, and Norma felt her mouth go dry.

Donatella stopped in front of Norma and Frazie, planting a hand on their shoulders. “When Frazie told me she had feelings for you, Norma, I was …happy for her, but somewhat …apprehensive. She never had a partner before, and I didn’t want to see her heart break. And after you and her started officially dating, I kept a close eye on the two of you. I wanted to be sure.”

She planted a hand on Norma’s cheek. “But you have shown me time and time again that Frazie chose the right person to be with. In this last year, I have seen Frazie grow in more ways than one, and I am certain that you had a part to play in that. So, for that …” Donatella took the bracelet out of Norma’s hand and slipped it on her wrist. “Welcome to the family, Norma Natividad. We are so happy to have you here.”

The whole table started applauding, minus Frazie, who was just starting at Norma with a big smile on her face.

Norma felt her eyes water. “I ...I don’t know what to say. I …thank you.”

Donatella wrapped her arms around Norma and pulled her into a hug. “That’s more than enough.” Frazie quickly joined into the hug.

A comfortable silence fell over the scene.

Until Queepie broke it.

“So, does this mean that Frazie and Norma are going to marry anytime soon?”

And everyone broke into loud laughter.

[armageddidnt]

I think that what’s still got me so wrecked about the Finale is that Aziraphale’s unconditional faith in heaven is stronger than his love for Crowley and it absolutely breaks my heart.

Let me explain.

Throughout all the time that Crowley has known Aziraphale, he’s been trying to get the Angel to question heaven, to question the Great Ineffable plan, to question God, to stop and think for once and see how none of this really makes any sense and heaven isn’t actually good. And on the wall at the garden of Eden, we thought that was the first time Crowley realized he was in love with Aziraphale but I think he didn’t realize that till much later, not until Nina asked him if he’d been with his “partner” long and Crowley actually stopped to think about all the years he’s know Aziraphale and question if love is actually what he’s been feeling all along. But anyway, on the wall, I think that was the first time that Crowley got even the barest hint that Aziraphale might actually be an Angel capable of free will. That there was some tiny sliver of hope in Aziraphale turning away from Heaven and Hell and joining Crowley on his Own Side. Because Crowley has confirmed how lonely his Own Side is and I think even the slightest chance of Aziraphale joining him there was enough for Crowley to latch onto and never let go.

Then Crowley spent millennia trying to show Aziraphale the complexities of morality and the futility of Heaven and Hell’s efforts and the blatant immorality of Heaven and the fact that he doesn’t always have to do what he’s told and free will doesn’t have to be a thing that’s just for humanity. And after all that time, trying to show Aziraphale over and over again, saving him from harm over and over again, protecting him, trusting him, being there for him, pleading with Aziraphale to just see what he sees and forget about Heaven and do what he actually wants to do … Aziraphale rejects him over and over and when he’s given the choice to return to Heaven, he takes it and leaves Crowley behind. Because Aziraphale cannot give up Heaven and God and the idea of being on the Right Side, the Side of Good, because he hasn’t learned how to have free will and he hasn’t learned how to disentangle his morality from the unquestionable and unrelenting word of God.

And that’s all Crowley has been trying to get Aziraphale to see for thousands of years and now that they’ve finally realized their love for each other, now that they’ve realized what they had all along and could have had beyond that, it’s still not enough and Aziraphale can’t let go of Heaven. Aziraphale knows that Crowley loves him and just wants to run away together and Crowley knows that Aziraphale needs him, but it’s not enough. Their love is not enough, 6,000+ years of trying to show Aziraphale the truth is not enough, “it’s always too late,” and Crowley knows he’s lost yet again. That every time he’s lost and he just wants to protect his Angel but now he’s lost Aziraphale to the one place he cannot go, the one place he cannot protect Aziraphale from. Crowley has given literally everything he has to Aziraphale, his entire life, heart, soul, and it’s not enough.

Their love is not enough and it breaks my heart.

[wheretheresaway-theresawilliam]

Chapter 9: Loyal Like a Dog

Word Count: 947

TWs: Obsessive behaviour, manipulation, brief suggestiveness

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The first thing Vanita did on Sunday night was show Sawyer her creation; a patchwork fursuit with a plastic face.

“That explains why you were going for the bargain fabrics… so, uhm, you’re a furry?? That’s cool,” Sawyer observed as she laid it out on her bed.

“I guess you could say that. I was inspired by this,” she showed him a photo of SpringBonnie on her phone.

“Woah, what is that?? It looks… ancient.”

She giggled. “It was William’s first animatronic… well, first public animatronic, I assume he made others beforehand. I wouldn’t say ancient, but it is old. SpringBonnie was made in the mid-to-late 70s. Did you know there was a restaurant before Freddy’s? The original Freddy’s, I mean.”

“Really?”

She nodded. “Fredbear’s Family Diner. That’s where SpringBonnie made its first, and last, appearance.”

“And William is…?”

“Oh, right. William Afton is the founder of the Fazbear Corporation and the co-founder of Fredbear’s Family Diner and Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria. The other founder was Henry Emily. The two were fairly close up until the murders that took place in the 80s, and William stepped down as FazCo’s CEO a long time ago… he also founded Afton Robotics, who to this day supply FazCo’s animatronics, though they’ve gotten pretty discreet about that nowadays.”

“Huh. So he stepped away from Fazbear’s, and I assume nobody’s heard from him in years considering how I didn’t even know who he was, but he’s still in close quarters with them?”

“Exactly. Which is why I want to track him down, but I need Vanessa to do that.”

Sawyer’s brow furrowed. “What does she have to do with this?”

Vanita’s grin widened eerily as she took an excited breath. “Vanessa is William’s daughter. His only living relative.”

Sawyer’s eyes widened. “Really? Her??”

“Oh, yes, and that’s not all. I told you FazCo was shady, right?” She chuckled darkly. “She confessed that William is, without a doubt, the man behind the slaughter. Ahh, I’ve never been so satisfied with a confirmation in my life.” She contently clasped her hands together and slowly spun around before sliding into her desk chair. Sawyer looked less pleased, inching toward the door.

“How do you know she was telling the truth?? Maybe she was just--”

“What, messing with me? Who breaks down crying that their dad is a murderer just to mess with someone?” Vanita snapped before standing again. There was a portion of her wall that she kept hidden behind a large banner displaying a scene of grossly realistic zombies, and now she moved to take it down, revealing beneath it a corkboard smattered with photographs, newspaper clippings, magazine pages… anything that contributed to her research, it was there. Sawyer paled.

“Is that a bag of hair?!”

“Vanessa’s hair. How do you think I got the colour so accurate?”

“Vanita, don’t you think this is a bit obsessive???”

“Of course I’m obsessed! She’s perfect… or, I thought she was,” Vanita began to pace. “I should’ve known that her relationship with William was severed, considering how much distance she’s put between them, even taking her mother’s last name over his. But that’s why I’d be a better her. A better daughter.”

“What are you talking about??”

“Sawyer, I lost my dad to the fucking military four years ago, and learning about William has been the first time I’ve felt a shred of fatherly affection since then. If you really have to know,” she grabbed his wrist and pulled him closer, her nails digging into his skin, “I intend on taking over Vanessa’s life and reconnecting with him, because we need each other. A daughter left behind, a father discarded, we’re kindred spirits!”

“Ow, Vanita--”

“Vannie.”

“Vannie, you’re hurting me! And frankly, I think you’re hurting yourself!” He yanked his arm away, then tried the doorknob, only to find it locked. Panic crept into his features.

“Did you really think I was going to give you a choice in helping me or not?”

“You’re crazy!”

“Crazy?? Sure, if that’s how I get what I want. What I deserve.” She calmly sat back at her desk. “Now, I’ve been researching poisons. I don’t want to kill her, if I can avoid it, but I do need an excuse for her to be out of work long enough for me to take her place. After all, I already look like her with the hair…” She picked up a hair tie and bunched her hair into a short ponytail. “All I’d need to do is dress like her and wear less makeup.”

“I’m not helping you poison Vanessa!”

“Oh? Well, then, you aren’t leaving until you change your mind. So, what’s it going to be?” She bat her eyelashes. “I thought you liked me.”

“I do like you, but this,” he gestured to the corkboard, “is fucking nuts! I didn’t sign up for this!”

“But you did! When you agreed to come over.”

“I-I thought we were going on a date! Maybe watch a movie, make out a little…”

“We can still do that if you want.~”

Conflict rose in Sawyer. Vanita was truly gorgeous in his eyes… he couldn’t deny his attraction, even with the insanity she had just revealed. She giggled and his mind went hazy as she stood once more and approached.

“Stupid boy…” She whispered, taking his face in her hands and kissing him deeply. His hand slackened on the door handle as his eyelids fluttered shut. She had him hypnotised. After a few seconds, Vanita removed her fursuit from the bed, putting it back in her closet before laying down suggestively and patting the space beside her. “Come here, puppy.”

Against his better judgment, he obeyed.