#and Cal deserves family

[ottpopfic]

God I just realized that Jason and Leo are gonna have to rock paper scissors whos side Calypso is going to be on at the wedding

[droidrights]

A Freindly Face: Chapter One of Two

Everyone deserves something nice! Cal Kestis even more than others, and Mosey too! Something light and casual because it doesn't have to be dire life and death all the time! Companionship, good food and drink plus some sexy times to unwind.

“Oh stars, you're with someone.” She jumped to the next conclusion, “I’m sorry, I’ve just never seen you bring anyone around. You’ve never mentioned- well not that you need to-“ “No no, it’s not that. Not exactly, anyway” A vision of large dark brown eyes and coal colored lips passed through Cal’s mind, leaving a cloud of green smoke in its wake, before vanishing completely. “I just thought… well … don’t you ever get lonely, Cal?” Mosey’s eyes were dark too.

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[llumimoon]

I know I very much have a Normal Oak bias <3 but I do really understand each of the teens and their reasons for doing everything that they’ve done in this episode! It’s really really interesting to me to see all their different ideals, attitudes, and feelings clash !! I love Normal to pieces but I can admit that he can be pretty self centered and insecure at times. He has his flaws! As do the rest of the teens! And that’s why I love them so much as characters <3

[dark-and-kawaii]

ʚ♡ɞ New Life & Beginnings ʚ♡ɞ

- Rolan x F!Tav/Reader

- Zevlor x F!Tav/Reader

- Raphael x F!Tav/Reader

✧˖°. Summary: Separate stories involving Rolan, Zevlor, and Raphael with their newborns.

✧˖°. Notes: I’m a sucker for these men being dads, and I just needed some softness… And a little angst for Zevlor

✦ Fluff | Prt 1. For Zevlor but not needed to read this | Hint of Angst For Zevlor & Rolan | Dadphael

Rolan

Rolan stood by the window, cradling a newborn in his arms. The child, swaddled in soft, faded blue linens, was a stark contrast to the crimson of Rolan's skin. His tail swayed gently back and forth in rhythm with the quiet hum he sang to soothe the infant.

It was a rare sight indeed. He never thought he’d hum to some infant, let alone his very own. But he figured this child, his child, deserved everything he never got to experience. His own childhood had been marked by absence, devoid of a loving mothers touch and a fathers protection…

Life had not always been kind to Rolan. As an orphaned tiefling with horns that curled back like the branches of a twisted tree and eyes the color of molten gold, he had wandered through his early years shrouded in solitude. No last name to claim, no family to return to after his day's adventures. That was until Cal and Lia found him.

Now, here he stands in a grand tower to call his own, his life transformed yet again. The room was filled with the quiet murmur of a new beginning. His gaze drifted towards the bundle of pillows on the floor where you, his beloved, rested deeply. The labor had been long and taxing, and Rolan despised the fact it happened here in the tower. Still though, a faint smile crossed his features as he whispered a heartfelt, “Thank you.”

The infant, perhaps sensing the warmth of his father's gratitude, joined in on the thanks and cooed softly, a delicate sound that seemed to stitch the very air with joy and its very own magic. Rolan chuckled, a sound rich with love, and lowered his face to plant a gentle kiss on the baby’s forehead.

But the tranquility of the moment was abruptly punctuated by a tiny sneeze from his little one. Reflexively, Rolan pulled back slightly, just in time to see a small flame burst forth from the baby’s nostrils... The flame caught the ends of Rolan’s hair, igniting them with a soft fizz.

Rolan's initial annoyance flickered across his face as quickly as the flame had caught his hair. He patted down the singed ends with a practiced hand, his expression melting into one of bewildered joy. The tiny sneeze had revealed something extraordinary about his child.

“By the stars,” Rolan murmured, his annoyance flickering away as quickly as it had ignited, replaced by a surge of excitement. “A sorcerer?… Or should I say, sorceress?” His voice was a mix of wonder and pride as he looked down at his daughter, whose big eyes blinked back at him, unaware of her fiery debut, “If you wish to master your skills you’ll need a good teacher. Thankfully you have everything you need- right here.”

Turning back towards the cozy corner where you slept, his tail continued swishing softly behind him. Carefully, almost tenderly, he nudged the sheet with the tip of his tail, pulling it up to tuck around you more securely. He then sat down beside you, his smile never wavering.

“I- I can't thank you enough,” Rolan reached for your hand, holding it gently between his, “Before you, my world was a tapestry with beautiful threads but no real picture.” he glanced down at yours and his daughter, “you've helped me start a family to call my own, besides Cal and Lia.”

His tail curled around, encircling both himself and his daughter as he continued to hold your hand.

Once an orphan, now a cherished father and partner. Rolan found himself at the center of his own growing family, with a sense of belonging he had never imagined possible.

Zevlor

His sleep was anything but peaceful… Zevlor tossed his head from side to side, his features twisting in torment. The sheets were crumpled beneath him, damp with sweat, as he muttered a sullen, “gods... no.” Each word was a whisper of despair, barely escaping his lips as the nightmare clenched its cold fingers around his mind.

In the throes of his dream, he found himself with blood stained hands as you lay lifeless in his arms. His hands tainted with your blood, his own sword impaled through your slightly distended abdomen… The nightmare depicted a grim scene where the influence of the Absolute had pushed him too far. By the time he realized his actions, it was tragically too late…

While holding your still form, Zevlor shut his eyes tightly, tear drops forming at their edges, desperately praying to any deity that might hear his cries, begging that this horror was not reality. Yet, upon reopening his eyes, the haunting image remained unchanged… There you were, still and devoid of life. His hand grazed your stomach, his head resting against yours, as he envisioned the life that might have been…

The tiefling bolted upright, shaken from the harrowing nightmare, his heartbeat pounding as the nightmarish visions clung to his mind. He extended his hand hesitantly, a wave of relief washing over him when he felt the comforting warmth of your sleeping figure beside him.

“It was only just a dream…” he whispered, though the words did little to calm his frayed nerves. Rolling onto his side, he pulled you close, his tail coiling around your leg to help keep you in place. He took a deep breath, inhaling your familiar scent as if to reassure himself of your presence. You stirred slightly but did not wake, for which he was grateful. He did not think he could speak of the horrors he'd seen. Far too afraid that you might have regrets keeping him at your side.

With a tilt of his head, Zevlor surveyed the room in search of the sole other treasure that held immense value in his existence. His infernal gaze landed on the crib where his beloved child peacefully slumbered. Silently he stood and peered into the crib, observing the delicate rhythm of his precious newborn’s tranquil breaths, finding solace in their steady respiration. Recollections of tender smiles and tiny grasping fingers alleviated the remnants of fear lingering in his thoughts.

How close he'd come to losing everything that day… When the absolute swayed him… Never again though. Never.

Quietly, Zevlor lifted the babe and returned to your side.

Holding his child close, the newborn's tiny heartbeat and warmth proof that the nightmare was not truly a reality.

“I vow to you, my child, and to your mother,” he whispered softly, his voice a tender rumble in the quiet of the night. “I will be your shield, your protector. No harm shall come to you as long as I draw breath.”

Zevlor's gaze shifted from the baby back to you. The sight of you both, safe and sound, was truly a balm to his troubled soul. Carefully, he adjusted his child in his arms, ensuring they were snug and secure. With a deep, steadying breath, he allowed himself a moment to simply be present, soaking in the quiet joy of fatherhood and being your lover. The fears of his nightmare seemed to dissolve, replaced by a quiet confidence borne of love and duty.

As the night deepened, Zevlor continued to watch over his little family. Every so often, he would gently touch the baby's cheek or brush a soft kiss against your forehead. These small acts reaffirming himself that this comforting reality was indeed true, not merely an illusion.

Raphael

In your room where shadows danced with the dim candlelight, all was silent except for your gentle breaths as you slept soundly. The bed, large and ornate, cradled not only your dreams but also a newborn, wrapped in delicate linens embroidered with gold stitches. You, with a serene expression, appeared as a portrait of peace as you held your infant close to your heart.

It was always around this time that the air shifted subtly, a warmth flooding the room, a sharp scent of sulfur and cherries mingling with your very own fragrance. From the darker corners of the room emerged a figure, tall and imposing, wrapped in fine silks to match the hells of which he was born from.

As Raphael approached the bed, his movements were silent, almost reverent. His fingers, warm and soft, traced a path up your exposed arm, stopping just short of your face. For a moment, he merely stood, his gaze shifting between you and the child nestled within your arms. A rare, tender expression softened the harsh lines of his face.

With the care of one who handles precious artifacts, Raphael gently brushed a strand of hair from your face. His touch was surprisingly tender, a contrast to his usual character. “Such a sleepy little mouse,” he murmured with an affectionate tone, one that seemed unfamiliar on his lips, “how quaint.”

Carefully, he lifted the infant from your embrace. The baby, undisturbed, continued to sleep, her tiny chest rising and falling in a calm rhythm. Raphael seated himself on the edge of the bed, ensuring every movement was calculated and silent, not to disturb the peaceful slumber of the infant's mother, you.

Holding the child merely inches from him, he looked at her with a complex mixture of emotions; affection, pride, perhaps even a hint of fear. His eyes, usually so piercing and cold, warmed as they rested on the child's placid face.

Raphael's attention was momentarily drawn to the balcony where a pseudo dragon perched, its eyes fixed on him with an unblinking gaze. The creature, a guardian by nature, watched with a protective intensity, ready to act should it perceive any threat to the child.

Turning his gaze back to the infant, Raphael spoke softly, his voice a whisper that carried weight and promise, “When she is grown, she will rule the nine hells with me.” The declaration was not just a statement of future events; it was a father's vow, a ruler's plan, “the perfect heir.” His daughter, this innocent soul, was not just any infant; she was his daughter, destined to share his ruling over the realms of damnation.

The room remained silent, the only sound the occasional flutter of the pseudo dragon's wings and the steady breathing of you and his child. Raphael continued to hold his daughter, his mind undoubtedly racing with plans and dreams of what was to come. For now, however, this moment was tender, a father bonding with his daughter, their future sprawling before them like the starlit sky outside the balcony.

[i-may-be-an-emu]

Yay! :))

Who wants to be adopted?

[graysparrowao3]

Though the "don't be greedy" line is popular, this is the moment I genuinely was 100% expecting a sweet, romantic dialogue response option to appear, I really thought that's where they were going with it lol. He's so sincere in this moment.

Maybe you'd get the option to say something like "I didn't do it for thanks, your family deserves it. Though, perhaps you'd join me an evening for drinks?".

He'd get incredibly bashful and deflect by offering himself as an ally in the future anyway - maybe he'd say something like:

"Ah... well, I'm sure there'll be plenty of time for such... frivolity when this is all over. In the meantime, however I might aid you to that end, you need only ask. Please, consider this tower and it's master your faithful allies in all your endeavors."

And then you'd get ambient lines after the cutscene like:

Cal: Did... did Rolan just get asked out?

Lia: Well. Now I've seen everything.

Rolan: There's no need to be jealous. *mutters to self* I would like to accept your offer... no, I would be honoured to accept your kind offer...

[lostinforestbound]

Hi! Could I request hcs from you on Rolan being jealous?

Absolutely! I had fun exploring this topic, so I hope you enjoy! This will be Rolan and a GN!Tav. To the people reading, Please feel free to add on to this and share your ideas!

Rolan and Jealousy

In Rolan's opinion, Jealousy is an improper and ugly thing to have; it sounds hypocritical when he gets jealous of a lot of things himself.

It's instinctive; his life has never been fair to him, and he never got to have what a lot of others do. It's deep rooted into his insecurity.

Loving parents? He wanted that, as his own family abandoned him. Food on the table? He wanted that too, why did he deserve to starve? Wizard Schooling? As an orphan, he never stood a chance of getting into one. No matter though, he doesn't need schooling! He's a prodigy!

Gods, he knows he shouldn't be jealous at all anymore, he will have everything he could ever want soon. It's unbelievably petty.

This jealousy starts extending towards Tav without him meaning to.

When they start taking interest in someone else, even if it's a simple conversation, his mind trails into the thought "That should be me."

As much of a loud, prickly person he is, he surprisingly says nothing about it. Instead is stews in his heart ready to burst, but he keeps it together.

Why is he so jealous if they're not even his partner? It's absurd and childish. Especially since he is unworthy of their attention. Once he has everything to provide for Cal and Lia, then he'll be worthy.

If Tav and him are together, it is a different story.

His jealousy is still quiet, but they notice how he holds their hand tighter when they speak to certain people. How his tail wraps around their calf. How he glares when other people decide to flirt with them.

Once he works on his own insecurity and Tav's reassurance that he's the only one for them, his jealousy starts fading away to nothing.

That doesn't stop him from playfully stealing them away from their companions with a "fuck off, they're mine".

Writing Blurb

When did he become such a prickly, bitter person? When, at some point of his life, did he become so jealous? Why is he so jealous of Tav, of all bloody people? Is it because they're a savior? That they saved his siblings where he couldn't? He should be grateful!

So why is he bitter, even though they saved everyone, including himself? Is he truly this entitled?

He doesn't see them approach him as he stews in his own thoughts. Usually he's not this insecure with himself, but he feels unworthy of them. He doesn't deserve them, not yet. The tower is not truly his, he has to refurnish everything to make it all of their homes. Cal and Lia love it so far, but there's still so much to be done.

Files need to be organized. All of the dealings fall on his shoulders now thanks to Lorroakan's demise. There's so much to do so he cannot truly have them yet-

His thoughts stop short when Tav kisses his cheek. "You're still dealing with these people? Don't you think it's time for a break?"

He subconsciously leans into the touch but stops when he realizes they pulled away. "I can't yet. There's too many-"

"You can do it later. Come have tea with me, or would you prefer some wine?"

He waves a dismissive hand, staring back down at the mess of papers in front of him. "I can't, Tav, they're all-"

A hand comes to his face, gently but firmly turning his head towards theirs. They don't say say anything at first, looking him straight into the eyes which makes him shut up instantly. He knows that determined look too well, and his mouth goes dry.

"You know I love you very much, right?" Before he could speak up, they continue on, "I'm already impressed with you. I don't need you to work yourself to death to prove you want to make this work. I love it here, and I love you. You shouldn't have to 'prove' anything to anyone, especially not to me."

"You're a savior-" Finger press to his lips before he finishes.

"I couldn't have done that without your help. Your arcane cannon saved my life that day. I thought I was done for until I called for your help," They state, pressing a kiss to his jaw then lips, "You're more than enough for me. Now, how about some reading and wine?" He closes his eyes briefly before that playful smirk returns, looking up at them. "I suppose if you want me to read to you that badly, I shall."

[sirenlulls]

bad idea, right? → theburntchip

pairing , theburntchip x youtuber!reader

summary , where the much-mourned couple of the uk youtube scene reconnect

note , this is in aid of my wifey @whoetoshaw who sends the chip lovers in her inbox my way 🤭🫶

part two (get him back!)

yes, i know that he’s my ex, but can’t two people reconnect?!

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[operationandre]

the day before zero day.

cal is sitting at the dinner table with his family as they talk about their lives and ask cal about prom which was about two or three days ago. as the conversation leaves the topic of prom, when cal no longer has to talk a lot, he begins to examine his family.

he observes the way his dad stops eating when his siblings talk, the way he gives all of his children his utmost respect. he watches the way his mom’s necklace shines; he remembers it being a gift from cal’s grandmother a couple years before. he spends the longest time staring at his siblings. there’s something about the way they move, something so innocent. cal knows they don’t deserve to grow up without a big brother, but there’s nothing he can do now.

he stops eating. he isn’t hungry. there’s anticipation and excitement in his mind and hurt in his heart. his stomach can’t hold anything else besides the butterflies that fly around nonstop.

before bed, he stops by his parents room to give them a hug and a long good night wish that’s full of ‘i love you’s and ‘sweet dreams.’ he asks his siblings if they want to stay up a bit longer in his room just to talk. he has to bribe them with sugar. they don’t know it’s the last time they’ll talk to him besides a short goodbye in the following morning.

they talk for a couple hours before the three of them start yawning. despite his tiredness, cal does not sleep. he can’t.

-

in the kriegman house, andre is eating a leftover pizza from work while his mom sews and his dad is still closing up shop. he’s alone in his room with greasy hands and lips red from marinara sauce.

his mind is running at a billion miles an hour. it shouldn’t be, really, as he knows both him and cal have planned everything, but he can’t help it. what if it goes wrong? what if he gets pulled over on the way to school? what if someone misinterprets their cause?

he eats the entire pizza. fuel for the following day, he calls it. he almost vomits in his bathroom multiple times. his mom gets worried when he starts pacing around the living room, but he just tells her everything is fine.

he wishes he could call his brother or that he could hug his father. he knows both options are impossible and would raise a slight bit of suspicion. instead, he kisses his mother goodnight and doesn’t wait up for his father to get home.

he falls asleep that night will mel purring on his chest. the key for his father’s guns lays cold underneath his pillow. his outfit for zero day is already ironed and hung up in his closet.

this is his last day.

[emjayewrites]

fouled by fate • aurelien tchouameni (5/10)

SYNOPSIS: Aurélien Tchouaméni, one of football’s rising stars, is used to navigating the pressures of the pitch—but nothing could prepare him for an arranged marriage. With his family’s legacy and cultural traditions at stake, Aurélien reluctantly agrees to marry a woman he barely knows. But as they’re thrust into the public eye, sparks fly in unexpected ways. The two must navigate the complexities of love, duty, and fame, all while figuring out if they’re playing on the same team—or if their hearts are destined for different paths.

PAIRINGS: Aurélien Tchouaméni x Zuri Awanto Nchang (faceclaim Samira Ahmed @/iamsamiira)

WARNINGS: cursing, football b.s., dry humor/wit, slight arguing, friends to lovers, instant attraction, angst, eventual smut (18+/minors dni)

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Zuri stood in front of her full-length mirror, smoothing down the front of her nude corset top for what felt like the hundredth time. Paired with high-waisted black trousers, the outfit was sleek and stylish, but she couldn't shake the nervous energy thrumming through her body.

"Girl, you look fine as hell. Stop fussing," Senait's voice crackled through her phone's speaker.

Zuri glanced at her best friend's face on the screen, propped up against her vanity. "I know, I know. I just… I want this to go well, you know?"

Senait's laugh filled the room. "It's a date with your own damn husband. How bad could it be?"

"Fiancé," Zuri corrected automatically. "And you'd be surprised. Things have been… complicated."

It had been a few days since their return from Mallorca, and Aurélien's schedule had been insane. Between training sessions for the upcoming match against Valladolid and team meetings, she'd barely seen him. But tonight… tonight was theirs.

"Complicated how?" Senait pressed. "Last I heard, you two were getting cozy on some fancy yacht."

Zuri felt her cheeks warm at the memory. "It's not like that. We're just… figuring things out."

"Mhm," Senait hummed, clearly unconvinced. "And does 'figuring things out' usually involve you trying on every outfit you own?"

"Shut up," Zuri laughed, but there was no heat in it. God, she missed this – the easy banter, the shared jokes. "I just want to look nice. Is that a crime?"

"For Mr. Soccer Superstar? Nah, girl. Knock him dead."

As Zuri applied the finishing touches to her makeup, she filled Senait in on the whirlwind of the past few days – the tension, the almost-kisses, the slowly building… something between her and Aurélien.

"Sounds to me like you're catching feelings," Senait teased.

Zuri rolled her eyes, but she couldn't quite deny it. "It's not… I mean, we barely know each other."

"And yet here you are, nervous as a teenager before prom."

Before Zuri could retort, her phone buzzed with a text. Aurélien:

On my way. Can't wait to see you.

A flutter of anticipation curled in her stomach. "He's on his way," she told Senait, unable to keep the smile out of her voice.

"Alright, alright. Go get your man. And Z?" Senait's voice softened. "Have fun, okay? You deserve it."

As Zuri ended the call, she took one last look in the mirror. Her reflection stared back, a mix of excitement and nerves clear in her eyes. This wasn't how she'd imagined her life going, but standing here, about to go on a date with her arranged fiancé… she couldn't bring herself to regret it.

The sound of the front door opening and Zeus' excited barks filled the house. She could hear Aurélien talking to the dog in French, his deep voice sending a shiver down her spine.

"ZuZu? You ready?" he called out.

Taking a deep breath, Zuri grabbed her clutch and headed down the hall. She saw Aurélien standing in the foyer, looking devastatingly handsome in white jeans and a graphic t-shirt, his usual Van Cleef and Arpels and Cartier bracelets glinting on his wrist alongside a silver watch. In his hand was a bouquet of flowers.

"Lilies, right?" he said, offering her the bouquet with a smile. "I swore you mentioned those were your favorite."

Zuri felt her heart skip a beat. "You remembered," she said softly, taking the flowers.

The drive to the restaurant was filled with comfortable small talk, the city lights of Madrid sliding past the windows of Aurélien's car. The sushi place was a sleek, modern establishment, all clean lines and soft lighting.

As they settled into their seats, Zuri felt the last of her nerves melting away. This was Aurélien, after all. The man she'd been living with, laughing with, slowly getting to know.

"So," Aurélien said, his eyes twinkling over the menu, "tell me something I don't know about you yet."

Zuri laughed, the sound light and genuine. "That's a dangerous question, Tchouaméni. You sure you're ready for all my secrets?"

His answering grin sent a warmth spreading through her chest. "Try me," he challenged.

Zuri took a sip of her drink, considering. "Alright, here's one: I'm terrified of butterflies."

Aurélien's eyebrows shot up. "Butterflies? Really?"

She nodded, a sheepish smile playing on her lips. "Something about the way they flutter. Freaks me out."

"Noted," Aurélien chuckled. "No butterfly gardens in our future."

The casual mention of their future sent a little thrill through Zuri. "Your turn," she said, deflecting. "What's something I don't know about you?"

Aurélien leaned back, his fingers toying with the stem of his glass. "I play the piano to calm down after a crazy day."

"I've noticed," Zuri admitted. "I've heard you playing sometimes. You're good."

A hint of a smile tugged at his lips. "I'm alright," he said, taking a sip of his mojito.

"Don't be modest," Zuri pressed. "How long have you been playing?"

"Since I was a kid," he replied. "My mother insisted. Said it would give me discipline."

Zuri could picture it – a young Aurélien, all gangly limbs and serious expression, bent over piano keys. "Did it?"

He shrugged, that effortlessly cool demeanor never faltering. "Maybe. Or maybe I just needed an excuse to sit still for a while."

Their conversation flowed easily, punctuated by the arrival of various sushi rolls. Zuri found herself leaning in, drawn by Aurélien's quiet charisma and the glimpses he was offering into his world.

"Okay, another secret," she said, popping a piece of sashimi into her mouth. "I can't whistle. At all."

Aurélien's laugh was low and warm. "Now that's tragic. How do you call for taxis?"

"I wave my arms like a lunatic," she deadpanned, making him laugh again.

Zuri felt herself relaxing more and more. This didn't feel like a dinner date with an almost stranger, an arranged fiancé. It felt… right. Natural. Like maybe, they were on the verge of something real.

After dinner, they made their way to Topgolf, the sprawling entertainment complex near Civitas Metropolitano. The night air was cool against Zuri's skin as they stepped out of the car, a stark contrast to the warmth she felt every time Aurélien's hand brushed against hers.

"Ever played before?" Aurélien asked as they were led to their bay.

Zuri shook her head. "Unless mini-golf counts?"

His answering grin was both amused and challenging. "Oh, we're going to have fun with this."

As Zuri took her first few swings, it became clear that golf was not her forte. Her shots went wide, barely making it past the first marker.

"Here," Aurélien said, stepping closer. "Let me show you."

He moved behind her, his chest pressed against her back as his hands came to rest on her hips. Zuri felt her breath catch in her throat.

"You want to rotate your hips like this," he murmured, guiding her through the motion. His breath was warm against her ear, and she could feel the solid presence of his body against hers.

As he adjusted her stance, Zuri became acutely aware of every point of contact between them. The warmth of his hands on her hips, the strength in his arms as he guided her swing, and… oh. The unmistakable pressure of his heavy crotch against her backside.

Ho-ly fuck, that cannot be all him, can it?

She swallowed hard, trying to focus on the golf ball and not the heat building low in her belly. "Like this?" she managed to ask, her voice sounding breathier than she intended.

"Perfect," Aurélien said, his voice low and intimate in a way that had nothing to do with golf instruction.

As she took her swing, the ball soaring further than any of her previous attempts, Zuri couldn't help but wonder if this was still just about getting to know each other. Because right now, with Aurélien's body pressed against hers, it felt like something much more.

Like he was trying to fuck.

Aurélien's hands lingered on her hips for a moment longer than necessary. When he finally stepped back, she felt the loss of his warmth acutely.

"Not bad," he said, his voice still low and intimate. "Want to try again?"

Zuri nodded, not trusting her voice. As she lined up her next shot, Aurélien moved close once more, his presence both comforting and electrifying.

"Remember," he murmured, his hands ghosting over her arms to adjust her grip, "it's all in the follow-through."

His proximity was intoxicating, making it hard for Zuri to focus on anything but the heat of his body and the subtle scent of his cologne.

After a few more attempts, each accompanied by Aurélien's "hands-on" guidance, he finally stepped back with a satisfied nod.

"Alright, ma belle," he said, his signature smirk playing on his lips as he reached for a club. "Step aside and let me show you how an expert works."

Zuri moved out of the way, grateful for the chance to catch her breath and calm her racing heart. As Aurélien took his stance, she couldn't help but admire the fluid grace of his movements, the way his muscles flexed beneath his shirt.

He glanced back at her, that cocky grin still in place. "Watch and learn, ZuZu."

As he swung, the ball arced perfectly through the air, landing squarely in one of the furthest targets. Aurélien turned back to her, eyebrow raised in a silent challenge.

"Show off," Zuri teased, trying to ignore the flutter in her stomach at the intensity of his gaze.

"Your turn," he said, holding out the club to her. "Let's see if my teaching methods stuck."

Zuri stepped up again to take her shot, she couldn't help but hope he'd offer some more of that hands-on instruction. This "getting to know you" date was quickly turning into something far more charged, and she found she didn't mind one bit.

Aurélien's cleats dug into the pristine turf of Ciudad Real Madrid Florentino Pérez as he ran drills with Camavinga. His body moved on autopilot, muscle memory taking over while his mind wandered back to last night at Topgolf.

Fuck, he thought, gritting his teeth as he remembered the feel of Zuri's body against his. What kind of masochist was he, putting himself through that torture? The memory of her warmth, the subtle scent of her perfume, the way she'd leaned into him… it had taken every ounce of his self-control not to do something stupid right there in the golf bay.

He'd spent half the night in a cold shower, desperately trying to cool off, only to be plagued by another vivid dream that left him aching and frustrated. Part of him argued that he shouldn't feel guilty - they were engaged, after all. But Aurélien didn't want his growing arousal to muddle the genuine feelings that were developing between them.

It hadn't all been sexual tension, though. He smiled, remembering their easy conversation, the way Zuri's laugh had made his chest tighten in the best way possible. It had been… nice. Really nice.

The shrill blast of Ancelotti's whistle cut through his thoughts, bringing practice to an abrupt halt.

"Tchouaméni!" the coach called out. "Communications department wants to see you."

A chorus of "Oooh" rose from his teammates, and Aurélien felt his stomach drop. Being summoned to Communications was like being sent to the headmaster's office - it usually meant you'd fucked up somehow. Had some compromising photos surfaced? But he hadn't been to any wild parties lately, hadn't done anything that could be considered scandalous.

With a resigned sigh, Aurélien jogged off the pitch, ignoring the curious glances from his teammates. As he made his way through the complex, his mind raced. What could they possibly want? He'd been careful, especially lately. Hell, his most risqué recent activity had been teaching his fiancée how to golf.

The walk to the Communications department felt longer than usual, each step heavy with apprehension. Whatever was waiting for him behind that door, Aurélien steeled himself to face it head-on. He just hoped it wouldn't derail the progress he'd been making with Zuri. After all, they had their families arriving soon, and the last thing he needed was some PR nightmare complicating things further.

Taking a deep breath, Aurélien knocked on the door, bracing himself for whatever was to come. He stepped into the Communications department, his heart racing as he saw his PR team seated around a table. The atmosphere was tense, and he couldn't shake the feeling that something big was about to drop.

"Aurélien, have a seat," his PR agent, Marco, said, gesturing to an empty chair.

As he sat down, Marco slid a glossy photo across the table. Aurélien's breath caught in his throat. It was him and Zuri from last night, caught in an intimate moment at Topgolf, his body pressed close to hers as he "helped" with her swing.

"The Daily Mail is releasing an article with these photos in about..." Marco glanced at his watch, "ten minutes."

Aurélien felt his sick to his stomsch. "Shit," he muttered.

The team quickly outlined their predicament. The original plan to introduce Zuri to the media was now shot to hell. The Communications team looked shocked when the arranged marriage was mentioned, but they quickly recovered.

"We suggest not revealing the engagement," one of them said. "For now, let's present this as a regular relationship. It'll keep the noise down."

Aurélien nodded, remembering all too well how crazy things could get when a footballer's love life became public. His last relationship had been a nightmare, the media frenzy ultimately contributing to its demise.

"Aurélien," Marco said, his voice serious, "you need to tell Zuri about this. Now."

Aurélien nodded, "I'll call her when I get home—"

"No," Marco cut him off, pointing at the clock. "The article drops in five minutes. She needs to know before then."

Aurélien sucked his teeth in frustration. "My phone's in my bag—"

Without a word, someone pushed a landline phone towards him.

"How do you know I even know her number by heart?" Aurélien protested weakly.

Marco smiled knowingly. "Because by the way you're looking at her in these photos, I know for a fact that you do."

Cursing under his breath in French, Aurélien dialed Zuri's number, praying she'd pick up. After three rings, her voice came through, sounding wary.

"Hello?"

"Hi, ma chérie," Aurélien said, acutely aware of the fond smiles his term of endearment was earning from the room.

"Aurél? Is everything okay?" Zuri's worry was palpable.

"Yeah, yeah, just some stuff..." he paused, wiping a hand down his face. "Zuzu, they found out about us."

There was a moment of silence on the other end. "What do you mean, 'found out'?"

Aurélien took a deep breath. "There are photos, from last night. The Daily Mail is publishing them in a few minutes. I wanted you to hear it from me first."

He could almost hear Zuri processing this information. "Okay," she said slowly. "What does this mean? For us, I mean?"

Aurélien glanced at Marco, who nodded encouragingly. "For now, we're just going to say we're dating. Nothing about the... the arrangement. Is that okay?"

Another pause. "Yeah, that's... that's fine. Aurél?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you for telling me."

Aurélien responded softly, "Of course, ZuZu. We're in this together, remember?" He hung up and headed back to practice, his mind racing.

Post-practice, Aurélien stood in the locker room, staring at his phone. The screen was lit up with notifications - Instagram, Twitter, missed calls from his parents. He felt a headache coming on.

Jude and Camavinga approached, concern etched on their faces. "Everything alright, mate?" Jude asked.

Aurélien gave them a brief rundown of the situation. Camavinga clapped him on the shoulder. "It'll blow over, man. Just stick together and weather the storm."

As he drove home, Aurélien tried calling Zuri again using the hands-free system. When it went to voicemail, he left a message: "Hey, ZuZu. I'm on my way home now. I know this is a lot to process, but we'll figure it out together, okay? See you soon."

Arriving home, Aurélien was greeted by an excited Zeus but no Zuri. "Merde," he muttered, running a hand through his hair. Just then, his phone pinged with a notification - Zuri had posted on her Instagram story. He tapped it, realizing she must still be at the influencer event she'd mentioned earlier.

An hour later, Zuri finally walked through the door. Her face was a mix of emotions - worry, exhaustion, and something else Aurélien couldn't quite place.

"Hey," he said softly, approaching her. "You okay?"

Zuri nodded, then shook her head, then shrugged. "I don't know. It's... a lot."

They settled on the couch, talking through the events of the day. Aurélien explained what his PR team had said, and Zuri shared some of the reactions she'd seen online.

"It's weird," she admitted. "Suddenly everyone has an opinion."

Aurélien reached out, taking her hand. "Hey, what matters is what we think, okay? The rest is just noise."

They ordered Thai food for dinner and, in an attempt at normalcy, settled on the couch to watch "Emily in Paris" on Netflix. As Zuri curled into his side, Aurélien felt a strange mix of anxiety and contentment. Their world had shifted today, but at least they were facing it together.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

Days after the news broke, Zuri found herself in a whirlwind of attention. Her phone buzzed constantly with notifications, her follower count skyrocketing overnight. The comments ranged from supportive to downright vicious:

"You two are so cute together! #CoupleGoals"

"Gold digger alert 🚨"

"Damn, Tchouaméni's got good taste 😍"

"She's not even that pretty. What does he see in her?"

Zuri was diligent about protecting her peace, not hesitating to block accounts that crossed the line. She refused to let strangers' opinions affect her mental health.

As she prepared for the Valladolid game at the Bernabéu, her first time attending a match there, Zuri felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. Lila was in the Netherlands for the Dutch GP, leaving Zuri to navigate this new experience alone.

She dressed carefully - a simple white t-shirt under Aurélien's Real Madrid letterman jacket, his number prominently displayed. She'd added her own touch, applying silver glitter over his last name and number on the back. High-waisted jeans and Adidas Sambas completed the look.

For the first half, Zuri stayed in the VIP box, trying to calm her nerves. As halftime approached, she decided to venture out for some snacks. In the bustling concourse, she couldn't help but overhear whispers of "That's Tchoua's girl!" and feel the weight of curious glances. A lone security officer, undoubtedly arranged by Aurélien, shadowed her discreetly, ensuring her safety.

Armed with a plate of nachos and a newfound confidence, Zuri made her way closer to the pitch for the second half. Real Madrid was already dominating 2-0, and the atmosphere was electric.

The crowd's energy was infectious, and Zuri found herself swept up in it all. As the fans around her burst into a thunderous chant of "¡Hala Madrid y nada más!", Zuri clapped along, her phone out to capture the moment. The rhythmic stomping of feet and the sea of white jerseys created a spectacle she'd never experienced before.

When the final whistle blew, signaling a 3-0 victory for Real Madrid, the stadium erupted in jubilation.

As the players celebrated on the pitch, Aurélien's eyes scanned the crowd. When he spotted Zuri, his face lit up with a brilliant smile. Without hesitation, he jogged over, leaping up to pull himself over the barrier. In one fluid motion, he enveloped Zuri in a big hug, planting a kiss on her temple.

The crowd went wild, cameras flashing furiously to capture the moment. Zuri felt her cheeks warm, but she couldn't help the wide smile that spread across her face.

As Aurélien pulled back, his eyes were twinkling with joy and pride. He joined in with the fans, chanting "¡Hala Madrid!" with infectious enthusiasm. Leaning in close, he told her, "Meet me at the usual spot. We're going out to celebrate!"

Zuri nodded, still caught up in the excitement. As Aurélien jogged back to his teammates, she realized that this - the energy, the passion, the joy - was something she could definitely get used to.

Zuri made her way to the designated meeting spot, her heart still racing from the excitement of the game. When Aurélien appeared, freshly showered and dressed in a sleek tracksuit, her breath caught in her throat. He looked... incredible.

To her surprise, Aurélien reached for her hand as they walked out of the stadium together. Cameras clicked furiously, capturing them, while fans clamored for autographs. Aurélien signed a few, never letting go of Zuri's hand.

They ended up at a hole-in-the-wall restaurant, the aroma of authentic Madrid street food filling the air.

"You've got to try this," Aurélien said, offering Zuri a bite of his chorizo sandwich.

Zuri took a bite, her eyes widening in delight. "Oh my god, that's amazing."

They sat close on a bench, their laughter mingling with the bustling sounds of the city. As they shared their food, Zuri found herself picking up a piece of patatas bravas.

"Here, try this," she said, holding it up to Aurélien's mouth. He leaned in, taking the bite, his eyes never leaving hers. The intimate gesture felt surprisingly natural.

"Delicious," he murmured, his voice low.

And then, it happened. Aurélien leaned in, his full lips meeting hers in a kiss that made Zuri's world stop spinning. His lips were perfect, soft yet commanding as he took the lead. He nipped at her bottom lip, sending a shiver down her spine. It was, without a doubt, the best kiss of her entire life. When they finally broke apart, Zuri felt dizzy, craving more.

She gazed at him with half-lidded eyes, a look that didn't go unnoticed by Aurélien.

"Finish your food, ZuZu," he said, his voice low and husky. "You're not ready for all of that yet."

Zuri felt a surge of defiance, her bratty side coming out. "What makes you so certain about that?" she challenged, arching an eyebrow.

Aurélien's eyes darkened, a smirk playing on his lips. "I'm not going to repeat myself."

The authoritative tone in his voice sent a thrill through Zuri, a mix of arousal and intrigue that she definitely wanted to examine. Instead of broaching the subject further, she focused on finishing her food, leaning into Aurélien as they relaxed in the Madrid night.

One thing was for certain — kissing her had quickly become his new favorite pastime.

As they lounged on the couch after a long day of preparing the house for their families' arrival that weekend, Aurélien pulled her closer, his lips finding hers with ease. Her body was soft and pliable against his, and the warmth of her skin made it impossible to think about anything else but how good she felt in his arms. The taste of her was intoxicating, and every kiss was slow, deliberate, as if he was savoring every second.

Aurélien’s hands caressed her back, tracing small patterns as Zuri melted into him. She kissed him back with equal enthusiasm, her fingers sliding through his hair, tugging slightly at the nape of his neck. It was these little moments, these shared intimacies, that made him forget about the whirlwind of events that had brought them together. Whatever was going on between them didn’t need a label right now — he was reaping the benefits, and damn if he didn’t love every second of it.

He pulled back just enough to look at her, his lips brushing against hers as he whispered, "You taste too good."

Zuri giggled softly, her eyes half-lidded as she gazed up at him. "You make it sound like I’m some kind of dessert."

Aurélien smirked, trailing kisses down her neck. "Maybe you are. I can’t get enough."

They had spent the entire day getting the house ready for their upcoming ceremonies. Both of them had fittings earlier for the traditional Cameroonian/Bamileke wear they'd be donning throughout the four days of ceremonies and dinners. From the Nkap Nkong (Knock on the Door) to the Famla Meeting, the Nkwa (Dowry Negotiation), La Dot (Bride Price Ceremony), and finally the Ntchounke (Traditional Engagement Ceremony) — it was going to be an intense weekend. But at the moment, all Aurélien could think about was how Zuri looked in her traditional attire during the fitting, regal and beautiful.

The weight of the upcoming events hung over them, but Aurélien felt surprisingly calm about it all. As long as Zuri was by his side, he could handle whatever came their way.

“We’ve got a lot to get through this weekend," he murmured against her skin, "but after that, I’ve got to head to Paris for camp with the national team. You should come with me.”

Zuri’s eyes lit up with excitement at the mention of Paris. "Really?" she asked, her voice full of enthusiasm. "I love Paris!"

Aurélien chuckled, leaning back to look at her. "Yeah? Then you better brush up on your French. No more pretending you can understand me."

Zuri playfully swatted his arm. "I understand more than you think."

"Is that right?" he teased, pulling her closer. "Then how about you prove it when we’re there?"

She grinned, but just as she pulled away, Aurélien’s grip on her waist tightened, pulling her back into his lap.

"Stop being a tease, ma chérie," he murmured against her lips, his voice thick with affection.

Zuri laughed, her cheeks flushing as she kissed him again, giving in to the moment. There were still so many things left undefined between them, but right now, that didn’t seem to matter. The connection they were building, day by day, was enough.

TO BE CONTINUED…..Read Chapter 6

[boydholbrook-fan]

Happy 43rd Birthday, Boyd Holbrook!

First of all, I made gifs from my most favorites of Boyd’s projects: (one gif for each project), posting them in a year of release order (from oldest to the most recent).

Movies + characters:

The Free World (2016) as Mo Lundy

Logan (2017) as Donald Pierce

The Predator (2018) as Quinn McKenna

Two/One (2019) as Kaden

In the Shadow of the Moon (2019) as Thomas Lockhart

Eight for Silver/The Cursed (2021/2022) as John McBride

Vengeance (2022) as Ty Shaw

Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny (2023) as Klaber

The Bikeriders (2023/2024) as Cal

TV Series/TV Mini Series + characters:

Narcos (2015 - 2016) as Steve Murphy

The Fugitive (2020) as Mike Ferro

The Sandman (2022 - ) as The Corinthian

Justified: City Primeval (2023) as Clement Mansell

And some of my favorite photos of Boyd, there's soooo many of them, I just picked some of them.

And now,

I wish you, Boyd Holbrook, all the best! Much health, love and luck! May all your dreams come true and your life be filled with joy, happiness, great achievements and many happy adventures! You’re an exceptional talent and a phenomenal actor! You’re incredible! You’re such an inspiring, wonderful and precious human being! With a huge heart! A beautiful soul! You deserve all the love and support! You deserve nothing but the best! Because you’re the best! A legend!

Love you and admire you so much! I love, admire and appreciate all the outstanding and hard work you’ve done in your career so far and really looking forward for many many more to come! You’re my absolute favorite actor and one of my most favorite people! I’m so proud to be a fan of yours! You’re a true actor! A handsome man! Sweet, adorable, amazing and humorous person who can brighten up people around you! I’m so happy for you and proud of you! So happy to see how far you’ve made it in your life and vast career! You deserve all the best things in life! Thank you for being who you are, for being you! Thank you for blessing our screens with your exceptional talent! You’re awesome!

Hope you have a wonderful day, on your special day, surrounded by people you love and those that love you! You’re an incredible and such a lovely and kind person! The best! And again, I wanna wish you all the best! Today is your day! Have a beautiful one! Happy Birthday, Boyd! Much love! ❤️❤️❤️🌟🌟🌟

And also, soon to be a 2-time dad! As you and Tatiana are expecting your second child, a girl! Again, huge congratulations to you and Tatiana! I'm so happy for you all! I wish you and your family nothing but the best! I hope the baby is born healthy! ❤️🌟🥰

And again,

YOU ARE A LEGEND, BOYD HOLBROOK! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

[shewolfofvilnius]

Why I ship Gale and Lia

LOOK AT THEM. Two whole minutes. Everyone else's kiss animations arguably work better for them than they do their original characters.

We know (Rolan) that she is an EXPERT at dealing with wizards and how to short-circuit their hubris, ambition, and how to bring them back to Earth. (And ps for Rolan Nation: both Lia and Cal deserve top shelf grade A+ love too.)

What does Gale CLEARLY respond to? Passion and Intensity. What are two of Lia's main character traits outside her relationship to her brothers? You betcha.

What does Professor!Gale do in the epilogue? Teach and help people learn magic. What does Lia do the entire game? Give everything to help defend people and keep them safe.

However big or little you think "The Dekarios Clan" really is, it's clear that family is important to Gale. And we KNOW Lia would tear asunder all the heavens and all nine hells for hers.

They're perfect for each other. (When I wrote them, I decided to write a somewhat comedy involving Lia getting magic, but even if you visualize Fighter/Paladin/Ranger Lia, it works SO well.

[geekywritings]

“Dance with me.”

Cal Kestis x reader

You convinced the crew to take a small break to attend a local festival for a much deserved downtime. Convincing a certain Jedi to dance with you is much harder, however. Or is it?

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„Dance with me.“

You had asked Cal to do a lot of crazy things. To explore unknown territories, to jump across impossibly wide canyons and to take down Imperial bases full of Stormtroopers. And never had he hesitated to say yes. Until now.

He looks at your outstretched hand and swallows hard. “I don’t think…”, he begins and instantly the smile on your face diminishes. As if sensing his discomfort about it, though, you are quick to pat his shoulder.

“No worries. It’s not for everyone.”, you assure him and disappear back into the dancing crowd, joining the masses as they jump, turn and just move around to the heavy beat of the drums.

“Why didn’t you join her?”, Cere asks when she returns with your drinks, clearly having witnessed the scene.

“I have no clue how to dance.”, Cal admits with a shrug. “It wasn’t exactly part of Jedi training.”

Cere chuckles. “It’s not like they are following specific steps.”

“That makes it even harder.”

Cal learned to let go of many things, but the Order and the lifestyle it had taught were also still deeply ingrained. There was always a given path or a pre-defined routine to stick to. This is far beyond his comfort zone. His new mentor stares at him for a few moments and suddenly says: “Time for a lesson.”

“What?”, the red-head asks, hand stopping mid-motion on its way to grab his cup.

“It’s time I teach you something beyond the Order’s knowledge. Stand.”

Slowly he follows, though confusion and hesitation are visible in every movement. Cere moves them into position and then tells him the steps. Easy ones. Basically like walking in a box.

“That’s it?” The surprise is thick in Cal's voice and clearly written all over his face.

“In a way, yes.”

They return to the table and Cal’s eyes slide back to you. Or to where you had been before. Apparently, you have danced your way deeper into the crowd and out of his sight. His attention is drawn back when Greeze shows up with food and he busies himself talking with his found family until his fellow Jedi's return.

You are out of breath, but smiling so brightly that Cal can't help but stare. Have you ever been more beautiful? Hair dishevelled, cheeks flushed and lips drawn into a permanent grin. “Ahh, this was so much fun.”, you sigh, dropping onto the empty seat next to Cal and pouring yourself a drink.

The conversation returns to Greeze’s new recipe ideas and plans on where to go next, while the surrounding festival seems to slow down. Soon, the music is soft and gentle, leaving mostly couples moving to the tune. Cere gives Cal a nudge under the table, motioning toward the marketplace behind you.

He knows what his mentor is asking, but the young man still finds himself swallowing hard. He can do this. He fought Darth Vader and came out alive. Surely, asking you to dance is easier than that.

“Y/N?”

You look up from your almost empty plate and Cal almost loses his voice again.

“Uhm… I know I said no before, but… do you wanna dance now?” Ok, that didn’t come across as confident as he would have liked, but at least the words HAD left him at all. First, he is met with a gasp and seconds later with that happy smile of yours again that gets his heart beating faster. “Yes, of course!”, you agree, instantly pushing your plate aside.

He offers you his hand, before leading you toward the dancing couples, trying to relax his body. He is good with remembering steps, so that's not the issue. But will he do it right? All negative thoughts slip away when you place one of his hands around your waist, before grasping the other one, your bodies pressed together.

With his mind pleasantly blank, Cal begins to move, the steps so much easier to do when he doesn't worry about making a mistake. All he can think of is how you feel in his arms, how happy you look at this moment and how badly he wants this to continue forever. The steps you are taking are slow, barely moving as you just sway to the slow melody. Nobody says a thing, but it is the most comfortable of silences.

Gently, Cal draws you even closer, your foreheads soon resting against each other as you continue the slow dance. “This is the best part of the festival.”, you whisper and Cal’s heart soars. “I didn’t even know you could dance.”

“I didn’t until today.”, he admits with a little grin.

“Well, then you are naturally talented.”, you compliment back, making his lips twitch upward even more.

There won't be many moments like this, you both know. It makes it all the more special amid the war and the constant danger.

“Thank you for taking me here. It means a lot to me.”, you speak again.

“Whatever makes you happy.”, he replies honestly and without hesitation.

Your eyes have this mischievous look in them again. The one that worries and excites the Jedi at the same time.

“Whatever makes me happy? Hmmm… maybe I should utter another wish then.”

He raises an eyebrow at you, expecting something crazy.

“Kiss me.”

Force, how he loves you. And even if you HAD asked for something crazy, he would have jumped into action right away. Everything to make you happy.

“As you wish.”, he whispers, before his lips met yours in a soft kiss. This is perfect. Who knew a dance could ever make you two this happy?

[diazheartsbuckley]

Inspiration Saturday Sunday✨

So I haven't done a moodboard in a while but I just got an idea for the main character death fic that I've been working on aaaand I gave it a name ✍🏻

Buck takes a sharp breath, unable to fill his lungs with air as he looks down at the flag beneath his hands. He knows how to do this, he knows how to fold a damn flag into a triangle yet his hands doesn't seem to respond. He lifts his eyes, the world one big blur until he sees Eddie looking back at him on the opposite side of the flag. A small, strained smile tugs at the corners at Eddie's lips and Buck does his best to return it as they fold the flag once more, Buck's hands shaking as they reach the final fold. And he holds the flag in his hands, holds it tight like he's not ready to let go, like the reality of the situation hasn't quite settled in. Yet he knows that this is the final step before the casket is lowered into the ground. And maybe that's why he can't move, maybe that's why he has to bite his quivering lip as he turns on his heel in a controlled movement. He meets Athena's eyes, seeing how even through the pain, she manages to give him a look that sends a wave of comfort through his entire body. A stifled sob escapes his lips as he places the flag in her stretched out hands and he salutes her, having to fight every fiber of his being to not break protocol and pull her into his embrace, to find comfort in someone who loved Bobby as much as he did. As he always will. It's too soon. Athena, her family and the 118 were supposed to have so many more years with Bobby in their lives. To experience his warmth, his embracing nature and hear him laughing at his own ridiculously bad jokes. He was not done living but unfortunately, that choice was not up to him. Death came and took him before his time, before he was ready. Before anyone was ready. Nobody can ever prepare for death but Buck wishes that he could rewind time and just have one last talk with the man who always treated him like a son, who loved him when he thought that he didn't deserve it.

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[thedeviltohisangel]

"your morning voice is so hot."

[laughs] "what?"

is soooooo evelyn waking up next to callum for the first time. i can just see them being so giggly, giddy, and completely enamored with each other

SWEET, EARLY MORNING LOVE BLURB PROMPT ERA

ev/cal brain rot is so real. spam me with blurb requests for them. and this became like a full one shot + so please enjoyyyy. also not canon compliant? maybe we don't care? maybe i should just throw canon out the window for them and write whatever the fuck we please?

FOR A FORNIGHT THERE WE WERE

warning: smut (because why tf not? ngl. turned myself on writing this)

Her hair was sticking to her forehead as the bass of the music altered her heartbeat, her hands tracing up her body as a smile split across her face. Her friend, Sydney Sweeney, was across from her and matching her movements as they both giggled. Ev drained the rest of her vodka soda and held onto her friend's hand as she made moves towards their roped off table. There were ten other friends enjoying the bottle service, cigarette smoke in the air and lights flashing across their vision.

"Ev, you want one?" She nodded and took the shot from her hand, the liquor burning her throat as it went down, but nothing compared to the blue eyes staring at her across the table. Her and Callum were trying to give this thing between them a real shot because it felt like it deserved one. Their close friends new their flirting wasn't innocent and that they liked to kiss behind closed doors. She had met his mother through FaceTime and when a photo of the sunset she sent to her family group chat last week had half of his smiling face in it, her mother had said he looked handsome and her brother had just straight up asked her if they were dating like TikTok said. He was sick of seeing the same blurry edit of Callum's nose brushing against hers in a London pub.

"I owe Jon a dance and then I'll be right back!" Syd kissed her cheek and was off with her fiancé to the dancefloor. Evelyn looked after them wistfully. She wished she could dance with Callum like that. Throw caution to the wind and let the world know she was moving on from her ex and she was doing so happily. People on the internet were beginning to figure it out. The way the two always seemed to be in the same place at the same time. The way Evelyn was posting photos on intimate vacations, and no one had seen any evidence to suggest her family or team were with her, so it had to be a new man. Deuxmoi was posting blind items that she had moved on before her marriage was legally dissolved and a Sunday Spotted involving her at a Chelsea football match had sent social media into a tailspin. She looked over her shoulder at the man in question who was already making his way towards her.

"You want to dance with me?" he had to yell so she could hear him over the music.

"We can't!" she yelled back as he wrapped his arms around her from behind. In the morning, she would learn someone was shopping around a photo of the moment.

"Friends dance with each other all the time. Let's go!" He offered her no chance to object, her hands wrapping around the forearm across her chest as they bounced their way out to the dancefloor. His hand lifted hers and urged her in a twirl, her laugh contagious as she wrapped her arms around his neck and his slid to the small of her back. Her hips swiveled to the beat of the Latin music pounding through the speakers as his hands started to drift lower and lower. Evelyn moaned as he bent his knees so her chest could press against his while his hands locked around her ass cheeks to lift her to his height. "Evvie, my baby," he mumbled as his lips ghosted over hers.

"You're going to get me in so much trouble." She meant it but for the moment didn't care as she kissed the tip of his nose. Certainly, her ex was going to use these photos and videos against her when they were due back in court. Certainly, she was going to wake up to angry texts from her lawyer and publicist alike. "I should go home before I do something too crazy," she said sadly as he dropped her back to her feet.

"Come back to my place. I'll take the couch." Callum brought her hand to his lips and looked at her with the most loving and tender eyes she had ever seen in her life.

"Ok," she giggled, unable to stop herself from letting her fingertips trace down his cheek.

It was raining when they snuck out the back of the club, Evelyn's security shielding her from the stray fans that had heard where she was on Twitter and were seeking just a glimpse of her. Callum walked a few steps behind, his face seemingly set in stone as the crowd called her name and a few flashes lit up the early morning sky.

"Oh my fucking God, it's Callum!"

"Are they really leaving together?"

"They are getting in the same car! Try and tell me they aren't dating!"

She shielded her eyes and said her thanks as the car door was opened for her, her form lingering in the doorway as she waited for Callum to catch up. His smile could power the world's electricity as he realized she wasn't shying away from being seen with him like this. She reached her hand out for him and he took it, Evelyn pulling him into the backseat of the car with a devious smirk that was all caught on camera. A few people that pushed their way towards the car were able to capture one or two images of his hand wrapping around her thigh, her legs thrown over his lap and a smile on her face as he was leaning in for a kiss as the door was closed and they sped off into the London night.

"I'll need to borrow some clothes," she said breathlessly as his lips detached from hers. Her red dress was clinging to her skin from the rain and he saw nothing wrong with the sight. Couldn't think of anything wrong with the thoughts of her in his shirt either.

"Can't wait to fucking see you in my shirt," he mumbled into her neck as she felt his tongue work against the skin. Desire was beginning to spark between her legs. A comfortable sensation of her body warming up and opening itself up to the ministrations of the man next to her.

"This dress isn't enough for you?" Her hands tilted his face so he was looking at her again. Evelyn wanted to kiss him sloppy and dirty and viciously but was very aware of the driver and her security in the passenger seat. They could of course keep a secret but she wanted to at least try to be polite.

"Everyone gets to see you in that dress. Only I am going to get to see you in my shirt."

"How the fuck do you always say the right thing?" No longer caring about propriety, she was in his lap and moaning around his tongue before he had even processed the words. Her fingers were tugging at the hair at the nape of his neck and his palm slide up the hem of her dress, Callum damn near laying her across the back seat when the bare skin of her hip met his touch.

They were in front of his townhouse quickly thereafter, Callum helping her out of the car with a strong hand and squeezing hers so tightly as they walked towards his front door. He couldn't help but think he was dreaming. That having her with him like this would all be gone in the morning and that he needed to savor it for as long as he possibly could. Savor the feeling of falling in love with someone who deserved it. Falling in love with someone as beautiful inside and out as her. Falling in love with the woman of his dreams and getting the chance to prove he could care for her and protect her and love her until his dying breath.

She shivered in the entryway as knelt down to help her remove her heels, Golo sniffing at her enthusiastically. "I'm going to need so many blankets, Cal." He rubbed his hands up and down her arms to aid in warming her up.

"We can start by getting you out of this wet dress." They couldn't help but stop more than once in the hallway towards his bedroom to kiss each other softly. To test the waters of hooking her leg around his waist. Test the waters of her fingers tracing along the band of his boxers.

"Let's get you out of this," he murmured as his finger lifted the thin strap of her dress and slid it down her arm. Evelyn was looking up at him with lust-filled eyes, her bottom lip between her teeth and her fingers still tracing patterns just below his belly button. He kissed her slower this time. His tongue opening her up slowly and spit roping between them every time they pulled away.

"I want that navy blue Carhartt one you wore on our first date," she requested as her pointer finger traced up and down the front his throat.

"Right this way." She followed him to this bedroom, plopping down onto his bed as he began rifling through his dresser to find the shirt she had requested. "Might this be the one, my lady?" Ev nodded with a smile, ready to strip tease her way out of this dress, when Golo could be heard barking from the front door. "I need to let him out one more time tonight. I'll be right back, I promise." He kissed her once, pulled away, then let Ev pull him back in for two more.

"Be quick," she whispered. She changed while she waited, lying back down onto his bed and burrow her nose against the comforter that smelled like him and made her ache with need for him in a carnal manner. The scent of him reminded her clit that she had wanted attention earlier but hadn't been given it. Evelyn closed her eyes as her fingers danced down her stomach and ghosted over the bundle of nerves. She hummed with the slight relief, slipping her fingers to collect her arousal before spreading over the hood of her clit at the top of her pussy. Her movements stayed soft and light as she found her sweet spot just to the left and teased it gently. "Fuck."

Her knees dropped completely to the side and landed on the bed, the doorway in perfect view for whenever he made it back. Oh she wanted to look so pretty for him. Her pink and wet cunt on full display for him. Pulsing and leaking for him. Her fingertips tracing his name over her clit as her body felt weightless.

"Fuck, Ev." She didn't stop as she looked to see him watching, his leather jacket shrugging from his shoulders. The sight of him rolling up the sleeves of his shirt almost enough to make her come. "You want my help, baby?" He knelt on the floor in front of her, his eyes transfixed on the movements of her fingers as she was no longer chasing release and was just keeping herself warm and ready for him.

"Taste me," she whispered as she sat up on her forearms and offered two of her fingers to his lips. His hand wrapped around her wrist and brought them to his tongue. He moaned as the taste hit all his sense. Coated his tongue in her pleasure. Altered the synapses of his brain to chase this taste and nothing else. "It's all for you, Cal. Only wet for you."

"Only ever going to be for me." His palm tapped at her pussy to illustrate the point, the jolt to her clit causing her hips to buck and a moan to slip from her lips. "Let's get you nice and sleepy for bed." He kissed at the soft skin of her inner thighs, licking at juncture where they met her cunt and nipping at the skin so see how easily he could get it to bruise.

Her hand combed through his curls as she settled back with a sigh, the tip of his nose knocking against her clit as he held his tongue flat against her and used the leverage of his arms hooked around her thighs to pull her as close as possible. His tongue flicked against every nook and cranny of the petal soft skin that it could, testing to make sure each taste of her was even sweeter than the last. "Taste like fucking honey, baby." One of her hands slipped under her shirt, his shirt, and twisted at her nipple.

"I need more," she whimpered. He took one of her fingers with zero resistance. Another slipped into her warm, wet and wanting pussy just as easily.

"How's that, Evvie?" he checked as he focused on the way her clit was peeking out more and more with each thrust as her arousal built.

"So good, Cal, so good." For his first time between her legs, she was thoroughly impressed with the way his fingers were playing the perfect tune of sexual satisfaction. Her ex had taken months to get anything real from her. And even then she was always forced to play with her own clit or coach him through use her vibrator on her. He was never able to do it himself.

He buried his knuckles to the hilt of her, moving up the bed so her head was resting on his shoulder as he moved his fingers again, the heel of his palm grinding against her clit. Ev threw her head back and wished she could record the sounds of his fingers burying themselves in her soaked pussy over and over again. The way she could hear how wet he was making her. Hear the sound of his hand slapping against her. The squeak of his bedframe. The moans that were getting caught in her throat as the tension in the bottom of her belly was growing and spreading.

"Let me look at you, princess," he cooed as he felt her walls flutter around him with the early signs of her orgasm. "Keep your eyes on me. That's a good girl."

"Cal," she whined as it was building to a breaking point. She took the hand from around her waist and wrapped both of hers around it, using it as her anchor. "Don't stop, don't stop. I'm going to fucking come." With a sharp intake of her breath, a shuddering moan fell from her lips. Callum quickly flattened four fingers against her clit and rubbed as her eyes rolled to the back of her head.

"Come on, baby, don't pull away. Take all of it." He forced her thighs back open when she tried to clamp them shut, her breath coming back to her as her hips tried to writhe away from his hand but he wouldn't let her. "You got at least one more in you, Evvie. Keep these beautiful legs nice and open for me." One more turned into two more turned into her returning the favor in the shower turned into Callum fingering her gently to her fourth orgasm of the night while he cradled her in his arms.

She slept like a rock until the sun rose, her phone telling her it was nearing 10 AM, her legs shaking as she threw them over the side of the bed. "Where you going?" Callum mumbled from his spot next to her.

"I have to brush my hair and teeth." Her ex had hated the way her hair knotted when she slept with it down. Hated kissing her with morning breath.

"Give me a kiss first."

"Callum, I have morning breath. Let me-" He sat up and tugged her back against his chest, tilting her chin up and kissing her senseless. Tongue and all.

"I couldn't give less of a fuck," he whispered.

"Your morning voice is so hot," Evelyn remarked as he puckered his lips for another kiss with a laugh.

"What?" She giggled and settled her head back against the pillows, his head rested on his hand as he was on his side next to her.

"It's deeper and raspier and the same way you love that only you get to see me in your shirt, only I get to hear your voice like this when you first wake up. It makes me happy."

"I'm happy if you're happy." She kissed his forearm and nodded with the smile that could only be described as youthful abandon.

"Happier than I've been in a long time."

[lostinforestbound]

AHHH YOU'RE THE BEST THANK YOU FOR DOING MY REQUESTS 💖💖 YOUR WRITING IS TOP NOTCH

can i come at you with another request, if i could? can i request a human!tav/reader that has never seen a tiefling before the grove, and they get curious about rolan?

- 💛

Aww thank you for the compliment! I'm glad you like my silly little writings! This request was a lot of fun!

Rolan With a Tav Who's Never Seen a Tiefling

When Tav first arrived at the Grove and stared at him in a strange way, he immediately thought the worst. Great, another human who will look at them all in such disdain.

Worst of all, they convinced his siblings it would better for the trio to stay and help the other refugees. Now not only are they irritating, they butted into his family affairs.

He's snippy, when they go to speak with him. Of course he is, he's bitter. How dare they insert themselves in a private argument? How dare they look at him with that weird face? They don't deserve his time.

He doesn't realize that look is wonder until they manage to speak civilly.

They explain, while a bit embarrassed, that they've never actually seen a Tiefling before. Whether it's living a sheltered life, never coming across them, or only seeing them in illustrations, they've just never come across them.

Their weird looks finally make sense to him: they were just curious about him.

When they become a little more comfortable with each other, they'll ask simple questions if he'll allow it. Are his horns heavy? Does his mouth feel crowded with his sharp teeth? How about his ears, are they sensitive? His tail?

He'll answer in vague terms, sometimes because he's annoyed with the questions, other times he's just embarrassed about explaining Tiefling biology.

No, they're not allowed to touch any of his traits.

Sometimes he wonders why him? Why not Zevlor? He's probably more than comfortable explaining their unique traits. But no, they want to talk to him.

Lia and Cal know exactly why, giving each other amused looks anytime those two talk. They love their brother, but sometimes he's an idiot; they hope he figures it out, for all of their sakes.

Writing Blurb

"So the base of the horns would be more sensitive than the tips? Would that apply to the tail as well?"

Someone please kill him.

He feels as though they're driving him into insanity. Why are they even interrogating him with these questions? He was sitting peacefully with shitty wine before they decided to saunter over. Why him? Zevlor would be more receptive. What is their game?

They don't seem discouraged by his lack of response, chatting away as he stares longingly at his now empty wine bottle. "How about the ears? I actually heard Elf ears are sensitive at the tips and use that advantage during foreplay."

He wants nothing more than to sink into the ground. Or get drunk, whichever comes first.

"What about-"

"Can you not ask your Tiefling friend these questions?!" He shouts, dropping the empty wine bottle.

"Oh, I could."

"Then why don't you? Surely she would be happy to explain things to you."

"I want to hear it from you!"

"I'm not answering these idiotic questions of yours, you absolute degenerate!" He hisses, not noticing how flushed his face is, "Gods, it is not helping that you're asking these so damn loudly."

"Would you answer them if I get you another wine bottle?"

"No."

That makes them burst into a laughing fit, and Rolan's blush gets even worse. He's embarrassed, ashamed, pissed, and flustered all at once. They're clearly making fun of him, and he doesn't appreciate it one bit. He's tempted to bare his teeth at them but they manage to calm down their laughter.

"Sorry, sorry! I didn't mean to embarrass you."

"Clearly." He states sarcastically, tail thrashing in his irritation.

"I mean it, I swear. I enjoy talking to you. A lot."

He looks at them in confusion, almost exasperated. "What?"

"I like hearing you talk."

Before he could respond, they gave him a sweet kiss on the cheek, which silenced him on the spot. He had no idea what to say, and they didn't even give him a chance to speak before they got up. "Let's talk later, yeah? I have plenty of questions for you."

As they walk away from him, he idly touching the place they kissed. Hells, he's done for. He internally prays any god willing to listen for their strongest alcohol as he goes to search for another wine bottle.