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[void-detective]

Worth More ☝️

[[GIF NOT MINE! ALL DIVIDERS MADE BY CAFEKITSUNES]]

Author note: I've been meaning to write these two for awhile actually just never had the push till now. So anon, this is for you! Also I will not even try to replicate how Jey talks (don't know if it would come off wrong). This is for all my samijey lovers, I see the appeal and I'm here for it! Also sorry for any grammar mistakes!

Word count: 2,637

Warning: mild/reference to Kevin and Sami, comfort, confessions, first kiss, and family drama

Summery: After being reunited with Jey thanks to the Judgement Day, Sami begins to contemplate some very glaring problems with his friendship with Jey. And without Kevin around he has a lot less people he's close to for comfort after losing to Bron Breakker.

Sami has always been a loyal man no matter the person, whether it be returning the favor to Dragunov or going out of his way to help former allies or people he aligned himself with. This was especially the case for Kevin Owens and now Jey Uso. He could recall the Bloodline days like yesterday, a distant painful memory of what was.

He could remember how hard and long it had taken to form a trustworthy spot within the faction as an outsider. Especially when it came to Jey who was the only one (aside from Roman secretly) who had refused to accept him as part of the group. His twin brother was chill and easy to chat with but Jey was always so closed off and stoic as his baby brother like he was afraid of letting anyone but family in.

What had begun as Sami wanting to be part of something to connect to people in a way that he hadn't been able to do since Kevin began doing other ventures, then it all began to bleed into the truth of the dynamic. The verbal abuse, the manipulation, and the ego of the Tribal Chief. The chained leashes of everyone in the Bloodline to be kept in line by the ever dominant force that was Roman Reigns. It was like a minefield. Anything, even something as small as a hint of attitude or questioning could get you tipping on the edge of the Chief’s wrath.

Everyone was on edge even with the laughs and good times shared between the group because of the ever lingering threat of the Tribal Chief’s temper and pushing your luck. If he even sensed you were becoming too comfortable within the family he was pushing the boundaries ensuring his own power stayed.

What was worse was Sami felt stuck at the time from fear of his wrath and not wanting to lose that meaningful connection he had created within the Bloodline. It was a cycle of manipulation and guilt that even for someone like the Canadian, it felt to hard to push back from. What he feared more for though was losing Jey.

Jey had become a close friend once the heat had settled and he had accepted him as part of the faction, even becoming closer to him then his older twin Jimmy.

What had started as a friendly companionship started to drop down beyond casual touches and lingering glances. It was something he knew well from his relationship and former partnership with his best friend Kevin. The line between his platonic feelings began to step over to a dangerous sentiment of love.

However these newfound feelings were teetering on the edge of danger with the dynamics of the Bloodline not only because he was an outsider but because Roman was fiercely protective of his family. Or that's how he painted the picture but he knew better than to believe the manipulation played by him now that he had begun to see his true colors.

Roman was power hungry and willing to treat his family with calculated gaslighting and deceit. Everything was subtle but it sent the message of who held the reigns (pun unintentional) and the atmosphere started to feel suffocating for Zayn and Jey.

Even with Romans abusive ways, Zayn kept his friendship with Jey closely knitted like something he was needed to protect at all costs. It went between keeping Jey in line the more he began to snap back in frustration at Roman and being the other man's rock. And in return the younger twin had reciprocated those protective gestures especially during the interrogation between him and the Bloodline where Sami nearly got struck by a Samoan spike.

Following Tribal Court he had snuck into SmackDown to give his thanks to him for the save and during their brief exchange he had thrown in a playful but sincere ‘I love you’ towards Jey. At the time it had been platonic but then he heard the Samoan return the sentiment back. God if he wasn't already smiling like an idiot he felt his heart do a leap and grinned knowingly when he caught Jey's subtle reaction to his own slip up.

Though come Royal Rumble of 2023, it had all culminated into a full circle.

Years and months of abuse and manipulation from Reigns had pushed Sami to do the one thing no one else in the Bloodline wanted to do. Defy the Tribal Chief.

In the heat of the moment Sami had been pushed and pushed till he could no longer take the bullying or the sight of his best friend motionlessly cuffed at the mercy of this tyrant. In his emotional outburst he had snapped and within the moment Roman turned his back..he had swung on him.

The attacks from the Bloodline still lingered like an irreversible trauma to his psyche but one thing engraved in his mind was that Jey refused to indulge or even look at the vicious beating of Sami. Should the Canadian have felt angered by the lack of help? Maybe in other people's eyes, but in his own eyes he had pushed a domino effect in hopes of breaking his friend out of the abuse of the family dynamic.

Each attack from everyone had felt like a knife to the heart from the brainwashing and hold over the Head of the Table had over everyone in his family. But in the end he knew making himself an enemy of the Bloodline was what was best to push Jey to start breaking away from his cousin.

To protect two men who meant the absolute world to him.

After his fallout with the Bloodline his interactions with Jey had become less frequent aside from sparse backstage moments but what he was more happy about was watching his friend gain such a cult following. It filled him with joy watching how much the fans had grown to love him and how Jey had come into his own since the days of the Bloodline.

With Jey on the same brand as him there were more chances to get time to make sure the other man was doing fine. It still worried Sami that Jey was still catching his footing as a singles competitor now without the backing of his family in his corner. He tried to give comfort in small gestures of reassuring words and keeping other people on SmackDown from being upset due to the past Bloodline association.

Not to mention his best friend Kevin wasn't entirely fond of Jey sticking around which he could understand considering his and Sami's past with the Bloodline. But as always he played peacemaker making sure Kevin didn't get aggressive with Jey being around. His friend could be unpredictable and it wasn't easy to regain his trust (as ironic as it sounds).

However things between them were complicated and got even more so when Kevin ended up being traded to Raw while Sami was left without his best friend in his corner. And to top it all off he had to watch Jey tag team with Cody like they were buddy buddy in the way Sami had been with the other man. Internally he was seething, struggling with his feelings and the sight of someone else being so close and friendly with Jey when he had tried so hard to get him to be his friend.

..Wait as he,,jealous?

Fuck…

July 19, 2024, SmackDown

During one of his interviews Sami had paused among hearing a commotion somewhere backstage and began to move off to the sound of the problem hoping Bron hadn't gone after someone again. No wait..he recognized that gear.

Sami quickened his pace and discarded the championship with no second thought as he after the Judgement Day who were attacking Jey. His motions were quick in driving them off as he went after JD, quickly slamming the other man into the table out of anger before Carlito moved to tug his team mate from the Canadian.

Once they were out of sight he turned towards Jey placing a hand on his arm and his other on his chest as he steadied him. “You alright, uce?” Zayn questioned the familiar term slipping like it used to back in their Bloodline days.

“Yeet.” Was all he managed to get out the other man but with his frustrated motion over his head, he could tell Jey was far from alright.

Oh they were going after Judgment Day for this.

And they made good on their team up even without being a tag team officially they had an undeniable chemistry that went beyond a casual pairing up. They worked well off each other like a well oiled team and made good work of the Judgment Day within minutes.

Once the bell rang Zayn was quick to slide into the ring as he got in his knees checking on Jey still laying on the canvas. He felt Jey grabbing at his back as he held him and carefully helped him up with a hand casually brushing his waist as they stood. He leaned heavily into the other man's body feeling disoriented and old feelings resurface as Jey held him close to himself.

It felt like the first real win in the weeks of his friends and allies constantly getting wrecked by a certain hot tempered wrestler.

As soon as the thought came and his guard slipped he turned right into a spear by Bron who had seized both men being distracted to attack Zayn yet again. While Bron slid out the ring he noticed Jey quickly moving to his side sending the other man a look they made Sami's heart race.

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August 5, Monday after SummerSlam

The loss of his Intercontinental Championship still stung like a loss he hadn't felt in a long time. It made him feel a sense of failure even if he had already asked for a rematch. He was frustrated with his own inability and couldn't shake the loss from his mind.

That was till Jey came over.

Each word of encouragement and Jey pressing to boost his confidence like how he had done for him so many times within the Bloodline and after he had broken away from them. The conviction and belief in Jey’s voice made Sami light up and their usual banter came as natural as ever.

“Me and you? We got some unfinished business with the Judgement Day Uce, you can be a double champ man.” Jey kept poking him and grinned like an idiot as he gave Sami a knowing look. Oh. Did he remember the frustration he had when he was with Cody as tag team champs?

The thought brought a small smile to Sami's face almost subconsciously.

“Yeah, you like that huh?” The Samoan asked with a knowing look and chuckled lowly almost husky with a teasing undertone.

The tone and way Jey put that had went straight to Sami’s core and he swallowed, composing himself with a firm nod. Their familiar handshake followed after the banter as they chuckled among each other.

“God, I missed you.” Sami admitted with a softer tone and gingerly touched his friend's arm with a warm smile. “Thank you Jey.” He wasn't sure what he'd do without Jey by his side now that Kevin wasn't around as much with different brands and Randy.

“No problem, uce just returning the favor if you know what I mean.” Jey playfully hit him in the chest with the back of his hand as he chuckled out in amusement but his tone held a level of sincerity that made his heart flutter.

The quiet that followed wasn't awkward but more so soaking in the familiar presence of each other after so long of being apart.

“So..” Zayn began slowly as he moved himself back and forth on his heels, turning his gaze back to Jey who quirked a brow in curiosity. “You want to go to Waffle House after this?” He grinned widely as he nudged him in the arm with his own.

“You asking me out on a date, man?”

“What? No i- I was just saying-”

Sami's embarrassed sputtering and attempts to back pedal were met with a loud laugh by the other man who rolled his eyes. His face felt so hot and his heart drummed like he had been asked the most embarrassing thing in his life.

“C’mon Remi don't be coy with me, man. I see the way you look at me I ain't blind y'know?” Jey teased good heartily and stepped closer to him with furrowed brows. “My only question is if you're gonna keep running from it.”

The clear challenge from Jey had Sami staring, feeling like he was gaping at him like a fish out of water. He had been so sure his feelings for Jey were subtle and passing friendly not enough to arouse any suspicion, but here he was stuck with the truth. Jey knew. And worse of all he was stuck in place feeling like his whole world was reeling.

Jey moved till he was right in front of him and grabbed his chin gently making him tilt his gaze back towards him. “Tell me the truth man, I know you well enough by now don't I?” He scoffed with a frustrated look as he squeezed his chin giving him an expectant look.

Sami felt a blush dusting his cheeks as he blinked trying to register the touch and words in a jumble of emotions. He paused feeling his heart pounding in his ears and his old emotions flooding back like a dam about to break under the pressure. Fuck it.

Without thinking twice about the consequences he reached out gently pulling his hand off his hand down and moved his own hands to cup his cheeks. He watched the puzzled look pass into surprise as Jey caught onto the move but made no move to try and stop him from what he was about to do. That gave him the push he needed to close the distance between the two of them.

The kiss was tentative to test the waters but became more passionate the longer they were locked in the moment. Sami could feel Jey relaxing into the kiss and slowly reciprocating the affection with his own need matching his. The pent up feelings and months of pining, pretending they were nothing beyond friends felt just as painful as Jimmy's betrayal to him. Eventually he placed his hands on Sami's hips pulling him flush against his own body while his free fingers threaded through curly ginger locks.

Sami felt Jey shiver upon skin to skin contact when he flipped a hand under his shirt and he reached up gently, slipping the ‘Yeet’ glasses off the other man's head. He slipped them folded in his pocket and reluctantly parted as they breathed heavily, staring at each other. His heart racing from his own bold move and the fact his affection had gotten reciprocated.

“What? You think I wouldn't feel the same? I thought you knew me better than that, Uce. Plus I will take that Waffle House offer.” Jey gently untangled his fingers out Sami's locks and patted his chest with a cheerful grin. “You're paying though man.”

Zayn let out a genuine chuckle feeling his heart swell as he grinned with him feeling excitement wash over him like a pleasant sensation. He reached up and put on the Yeet glasses doing the motion with his arms which got a laugh and playful shove from Jey.

“Shut up you idiot.” Jey shook his head wrapping an arm around Sami's shoulders and pulled the other man along with him to leave the arena.

It was the best date he had in years.

[binniesoob]

soobin saying "te amo" & "ti amo" on weverse live | 130524

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🌼 Evening in the flowers… 🌼

Couple paintings that I did weeks ago uwu been a while since I painted, and I love how these two turned out 💕 hope you all like them as well!

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Finally got tumblr on my phone because i sometimes take pictures of drawings with my phone and i need to post these things 1/8?

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[boozeberry]

“Five nights at Freddie’s,

Is this where you wanna be?

I just don’t get it

Why do you want to stay?”

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Happy (late) Halloween everyone! I hope you liked the fnaf movie, I certainly did! Soobin as bonnie has been on my mind for the past 2 years ever since me and my friend have been replaying all the games. Now i gotta do Beomgyu as freddy (or ghostface havent decided yet)

(The bg is an edited screenshot of the game i didnt draw that lolol!)

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I have decided to compile some of my favorite F1 authors and fics I have read this year into one document! I hope you guys love these as much as me or find new things to love!

You will come to realize exactly who my favorites are based on my reading habits lol... I consume every driver but I definitely have my favorites

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@emchante (I eat this shit up morning, day, and night... Lately been DEVOURING soft core porn streamer)

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bright lights, big City - ln4 by @5sospenguinqueen

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1-800-SEXHOTLINE - DR3 by Like I genuinely think about this fic on a daily basis... Roman Empire type shit

Lando x Fanco x Oscar X Reader by @papaya-twinks

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life is like a box of chocolates - landoscar by @dilemmaontwolegs

poker? I hardly know her - landoscar by @themultifanshipper

big sister - ln4 by @papaya-twinks

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F1 Uni Series by @livwritessometimes

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Kinktober 2024 by @bbreezyxoxo (not fully completed HOWEVER... still very much worth a read!)

Sip of sunshine by @httpsserene (OG found on AO3 and have genuinely thought about this series since - Still being updated)

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Making Our Own Movie - LN4

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Roman x Reader ! 700+ words ! Day 4

x: part two is here Day 5

The outfit was so thin you swear you could’ve tore it in half trying to put it on. The stockings looked so small, decorated with rhinestones from top to bottom. Your titties bust through the mesh, rhinestone fabric, and the thong straps sat comfortably on your hips. You double checked yourself before putting on your versace robe and heading down stairs. 

You were surprised Roman actually sat still for the time being while you changed. You were almost positive he was going to check up on you, since you left the couch so abruptly with a very vague description of why. It was racking his brain today. All day, you looked distracted, like something was occupying your focus. He figured that was the case when you jumped up from the sofa like a rambunctious bunny. You held a small package in your hand, one you had been waiting for all day since the website said that it would be out for delivery.

‘Let’s hope those 40 dollars aren't going to go to waste.’

You walked down the stairs and made your way to roman, sitting on his thick thighs and resting your forearms on the top of the sofa. 

“What’s with the robe, sweetie?”

“I just wanted to wear it so you can take me out of it.”

You stroke his beard before getting off his lap and pulling him off the couch to stand with you. You held the soft straps towards him. He took them while looking into your eyes, undoing the semi tight knot you tied before exiting the bedroom. The robe falls to the floor, pooling around your feet as cold air meets your skin. He has to step back to take a good look at you.

A red rhinestone mesh bra that leaves nothing to the imagination, along with a matching thong with rhinestones filling up the small triangle in the front, and matching rhinestone thigh stockings. He stood there for a minute admiring how the thin material hugged your body so right. The ways those stockings outlined the shape of your legs. Lord, you're just.. too fine for him to handle.

“I… Wow, you look so good, baby. All dolled up, aren’t you? All dressed up just for me. Am I allowed to take you out of this too?”

You hummed to yourself while closing the distance he had created while marveling at you. “Please do~”

His hands naturally settled on your hips, staring at your breasts “Not yet, you look so pretty. And I want to take some pictures with you.” You tilted your head and scrunched your face in confusion. “With me? And with all your clothes on?”

Just as you asked that question, he took his phone out of his jeans pocket, pulled out his phone to sit it on the couch, and grabbed the bottom of his shirt, lifting it above his head. And while you were busy staring endlessly at his upper body, he unbuckled his belt and took off his pants. Your eyes drifted down, landing on his cock. Half hard, but still poked through the fabric. “We’re even. Now come here princess,” He says, motioning you to sit on the couch. 

You notice that his phone is laying next to your leg, so you pick it up, and start taking some selfies. You orchestrate yourself in so many different poses. One photo has you grabbing your tits with your tongue out, another has you laying down while playing with the strap of your thong. He watches you feel every curve of your body, considering it a blessing that he's getting to see this process behind these pictures. “Lemme get the phone. Stay right there.” 

He stands above you, putting his leg on the other side of you along to the uprise side of the couch. “Pose for me, beautiful.” 

You feel around your body some more, turning on your stomach so he can get a pic of your ass. You arch your back a little, squeezing and slapping your ass and wiggling it in the air. He rests his hand on your right cheek, scooting closer to you. Your barely covered ass and pussy are rubbing against his bulge. The only thing that separates you two is the fabric stretching along his length. 

You fidget, trying to adjust yourself but you unconsciously bring against him, making both of your releases soft moans. “Babe- You’re already hard?”

“You always make me so hard, baby. I’m tired of waiting now, You look too good for just pictures. I want you.”

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[void-detective]

Tribal Chief - Solosami/Zakoa fic ☝️

[[GIF NOT MINE! ALL DIVIDERS MADE BY CAFEKITSUNES]]

Warnings: family drama, mentions of samijey, angst (Sami is torn between Jey and Solo), past relationships, first kiss, and hurt comfort.

Word count: 2,468

Authors note: uhm, because of the lack of any content? I thought their dynamic was always cute and now with Solo as tribal chief I'm even more curious to explore it.

Summary: After an intense confrontation with Jey leaves Sami reeling, he seeks out to play his ever present peacemaker role. And meeting Solo again in his new tribal chief role brings up unresolved and old emotions for both parties.

“Well Sami, you wouldn't understand. ‘Cause you're not family, uce.”

Those words stung worse than any hit he had ever taken, like a knife had been dug directly into his heart. It burned his soul and brought a downcasted feeling to his very being like Jey had spit on everything the two of them had created. Just months ago they were teaming with each other to face common threats. The weight lifted from their shoulders with the departure of Roman and Sami had proudly watched the color return to Jey's face as he flourished without his cousin.

It had positively elated Sami like no other watching him holding aloft his first singles championship after defeating Bron. He remembered how enthusiastically he had embraced and eagerly calmed down Jey from the overwhelming emotions of winning. He remembered holding him and getting lost in joy seeing the light on his eyes. Jey was happy.

And so was he.

But as Roman and Jimmy slowly began to make their way back into the picture it almost felt like a switch had been pulled in Jey. To Sami he had a hunch that even with months away from Roman there was a part of Jey who still lurked with those old right hand man tendencies. The aggression, the hatred, the compliance, and the cruelty that Roman had groomed. All of it was still there even under the fact Jey had gotten away.

Perhaps he was being a bit quick to pin the blame but he wouldn't be all to surprised if Jimmy's presence and influence was already weaseling its way back into Jey's mind. He knew his twin was temperamental and sometimes didn't always think with his head before doing things, but even more so now it seemed the older Uso’s hostility had gotten worse. Could you blame him for not trusting Sami after he betrayed Roman? It was only fair it seemed like he had spit on the family that he had been let into.

A part of him believed that perhaps Jimmy may never understand the full layers of trauma inflicted on him and Jey by staying in Roman's presence. A part of him wished he could see under the armor and hoped a part of Jimmy knew everything Roman had done was wrong even if he was to hard headed to see it now.

But now after fretting his very well intentioned worry to Jey over the situation he was instead met with aggression and hostility where there had been none for months. And it had scared him into silence even staring as he saw the flicker of regret linger on those hazel eyes before he was left reeling. His relationship with Jey since leaving the Bloodline had really been up in a debate due to his friendship (fragile) with Kevin and Jey's independence now trying to solidify his singles career. They had been on and off dating? If you could call what they did dating due to their schedules and now the current family situation that had been boiling since Bad Blood.

They had always been super affectionate whether it being hugs or kisses. He knew Jey was still recovering just as he was from Roman's hold so they had been taking it slow and when Jey had requested he needed time he had respectfully agreed. Both of them in stress for different reasons but reasons all the same with people they cared about.

However what he couldn't wrap his head around was Jimmy and Roman spewing and hammering the idea that Solo was the worst. The more or less lesser of evil as Sami saw it. He wasn't stupid or blinded by his past with Roman nor as much as he loved Jey would he allow it to cloud his judgment. He knew Solo was far from being worse than the treatment that everyone in the Bloodline had received by the hands of the OTC. Solo never used his power to manipulate, he didn't rule through fear for his Bloodline, he didn't cheat much, never gaslighting, and he never treated anyone with less respect than he expected to himself. Yet he was the bad guy here.

Sami and Solo had been close in the original Bloodline during his time teaming and becoming close with the rest of the men. He had always known Solo as the quiet guy only ever being the one to carry out the dirty work. Though he knew Solo was destined for greatness the moment he came to NXT. He remembered how delighted he was just to see the smallest quirk of his lips from his silly quips or jokes and how excited he had become when Solo called him, ‘his dawg.’ If anything to Sami he knew somewhere in that cold demeanor that Solo cared maybe even had loved him as family too.

But now standing backstage aimlessly walking he felt lost in what to do in the midst of what seemed like the reforming of the original Bloodline. It all felt surreal and to him he was frustrated, so frustrated. He was afraid even for Jimmy because for the past few SmackDown’s and PLE’s Roman had shown no changes let alone uttered the word ‘i’m sorry’ to either Jimmy or Jey. He wanted to shake sense into the younger twin because he saw how unapologetic Roman remained on not being any different then the man that had caused so much heartache.

The man who drove away his own family.

Sami was so lost in his own turmoil and mind that he hadn't processed the fact someone was calling his name till now. He slowed his pace and blinked back the raging storm in his mind as he turned to gaze behind himself and frowned. And to his surprise there was the man himself, someone he hadn't talked to since he had betrayed the Bloodline.

Solo.

To his surprise it wasn't an aggressive or hostile approach like his brothers and cousin, it was open and relaxed. His stance comfortable and radiating a confidence Sami had never seen in his time as the enforcer. It was pleasing to see how much Sikoa had grown into his own as the new Tribal Chief and even more so to see him free of the position that he and previously the Uso's had believed was holding him back.

“Solo, hey man.” Zayn chuckled feeling a bit awkward at first as he ran a hand over the neck of his neck and gave an apologetic smile as he shifted to his feet. “Listen, about Roman and the betrayal I-” He had began feeling the need to bury the hatchet and give an apology that was needed or so he felt was. But to his surprise he was cut short by Solo holding up a finger to quiet him as he shook his head.

“No Sami, that's not necessary.” Solo started with a monotone tone that wasn't rude, just a bit firm in the way he said it. He raised a hand to rub his jaw as he stepped forward and gazed up towards Sami with a serious look. “I don't care about what you did, I understand.” He added calmly and gave a half smile as he lowered his hand back to his side.

Sami felt a bit of relief tug on his heart but his nerves still danced at the sight of the Tongans and especially from the intense almost feral stare down from the Samoan Werewolf, Jacob Fatu. He was still wary about Solo's new Bloodline despite the non aggressive (mostly) way they handled themselves and the unfamiliarity of the cousins Solo had brought in.

Solo, having caught on to the unease and slight fidget under the gaze of his Bloodline, gave a short chuckle. He turned his head and gave a small gesture to Jacob who lessened his murderous stare and opted to look on readily. “Hey, don't let them intimidate you, Sam. They are harmless and they're with me.” He reassured him holding a hand in a dirt of placating gesture. “These are my cousins, Tama Tonga and Tonga Loa.” He stepped slightly to the side and gestured a hand out.

Tama nodded his head in response and grinned widely as he kept his hands folded in front of himself while his brother Tonga simply nodded. The pair of them a famous tag team Sami has heard of a few times from NJPW and from Cody from time to time. They were mostly quiet and just there it seemed, so unlike the energy he had felt from Jimmy and Jey constant almost bubby energy. They were calm and focused nothing to out of note except the odd growling and sounds Tama occasionally gave out.

“And this.” Solo smiled proudly and placed a hand on Jacob's shoulder as he looked at Sami. “Is Jacob, he's my enforcer and another one of my cousins.” He nodded and patted the tense man with a proud look.

Jacob flipped his dreads out his face almost too aggressively and gave a small grunt of acknowledgement as he stood there. Seemingly always on edge or ready for a fight as he moved his leg slightly restlessly at his side as he eyed the Canadian with an underlying suspension but made no comment.

Sami still felt no more relaxed but in all honesty he trusted Solo’s judgment and that proud smile almost made him want to grin too. It seemed so foreign to watch the stoic former enforcer smile and joke so freely like his brothers. It made Sami wonder if Solo had been keeping a part of himself hidden under the leadership of Roman just to keep up appearances. Though now seeing him so relaxed and happy made him feel the same amount of pride as he had for Jey. At least some more good had come out of his betrayal.

“Yeah well I'm so glad to see you coming into your own Solo. You deserved everything, especially being tribal chief.” Sami smiled earnestly with a heartfelt tone as he gestured towards the ula fala Solo now adorned. “My tribal chief.” He added a bit cheekily as he grinned a bit, feeling his heart race at the way Sikoa seemed to perk up and puff up proudly from the acknowledgement.

Solo nodded in approval and looked to both sides of him, getting a nod from both Tongans as he gave a genuine laugh. “See! It's not hard but everyone seems to think it's impossible. Still acknowledging Roman like he ain't done anything wrong.” He scoffed and shook his head feeling frustrated with people still hating him despite him not doing anything to be hateable in his eyes.

“I feel like I'm in a crazy dream when I heard the others act like you had set the plague or something compared to Roman.” Sami nodded along feeling like he was finally heard as he expressed his frustrations to the younger sibling. His eyes still wary and his tone tired as he sighed, rubbing his temples just shaking his head. “I dunno Solo, Jey is acting all hostile again and Jimmy acts like I'm still the worst..and I just..” He sighed letting his shoulders slump in defeat as he resigned himself to the idea that Jey might just fall back into old habits.

Solo seeing this had softened and sighed as he nodded along with a disappointed yet knowing look in his eyes. His gaze sympathetic as he stepped forward and placed his hands on Sami's shoulders gently but firmly. “You are family to me Sam, my dawg…everything.” He empathized, squeezing his shoulders and ducked his gaze trying to catch Sami's eyes. “I want you in my Bloodline Sami, I know tensions are high and you want to be with Jey when this is all said and done but we both know Roman ain't no different then when you left.”

The sincerity in his tone and words caught him by surprise and he felt the hurt get a bit of balm soothed by the blonde as he was speaking. His logical side screamed to agree and let things play out but still his heart was he might betray Jey worse and drive him more into Roman by joining Sikoa. Though a deeper more pained side of himself reared its head and he felt anger and frustration from the stress bubbling dangerously.

Was this the right call?

Sami ultimately felt his resolve waver and his emotions washed over him as his eyes locked with the intense yet soft gaze of Solo. His heart torn but knowing that he'd only hurt himself more by letting himself be lured back into Roman's Bloodline. The actions to both to Kevin and Jey, three years of trauma and torment. He loved Jey but he was tired and the family drama felt like a weight he couldn't escape even now.

His own body worked accordingly almost on autopilot as he leaned forward and hugged Solo feeling a sense of comfort wash over his battered soul feeling the tight yet real hug given by the new tribal chief. It was full of more love and meaning than Reigns had ever tried to give in the past. Was he really evil? He felt his body melt slightly as he closed his eyes, giving a shaky sigh as he frowned, feeling Solo's gloved fingers thread through his ginger locks.

The warm and firmness of the bigger Samoan was grounding and he felt his stress slowly melting as the ghost of a shiver run up his back when Solo's breath fanned over his ear. His words soft spoken comfort and reassurance as he gazed over Sami's shoulder to share a silent message to the other members of his Bloodline.

Zayn hadn't even registered what was happening till he felt tentative yet gentle fingers running in his beard and cupping his cheeks with the smooth gloves. His eyes flicking to meet the stoic gaze that was Solo and for a moment his heart skipped and he swallowed thickly as the other man leaned forward and ghosted a tentative kiss to his lips before pulling back. It almost seemed fearful and hesitant as if expecting rejection but softening seeing none. Solo was much more soft and affectionate then Sami had expected especially since in their time in the Bloodline there wasn't a lot of tension at least he hadn't felt it unless he never noticed Sikoa’s attraction.

It was wrong but…

It felt nice.

But unnoticed by the group there was a figure standing at the corner of the hallway staring on at the interaction. Their hand tightening into the temple of pink ‘yeet’ glasses making them creak under the pressure till they turned and stalked off silently down the other way.

[goldsainz]

❝ SHARING THE LOVE ❞

SERIES MASTERLIST!

MASTERLIST!

pairing . . . charles leclerc x reader

◦∘｡ﾟ. summary . . . there is more than enough love to go around now that you have a new addition to your family.

◦∘｡ﾟ. note . . . we all know why this is here… those charles pics with the baby have not left my mind since i saw them, which is why wrote this😭 we all need more dad!charles fics in our lives!!!!! sorry that this is so short but i don’t want to miss a day of the series and this is all i could come up with

yourusername and charles_leclerc updated their instagram stories!

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yourusername valentine’s day with my favourite people ❤️

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charles_leclerc Our little bunny 🐰

⤷ yourusername who needs cupid? we have a bunny

ynfan1 céline is sooooooo cute

charlesfan1 this makes me want to have kids

charlesfan2 still can’t believe charles being a dilf is canon

arthur_leclerc I don’t see my picture

⤷ charles_leclerc Why would there be one?

⤷ yourusername charles, don’t be rude. arthur you know we love you 🫶

⤷ charles_leclerc …sure

ynfan2 this family is everything to me

ynfan3 the cuteness overload that this pics gave me

charlesfan3 THAT CHARLES AND CÉLINE PHOTO

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charles_leclerc In the day of love, I want to celebrate the love of my life and mother of my daughter.

You are everything to me and have given me the biggest gift I could ever ask for. Life would not be what it is without you, and for that I am forever grateful.

Je t’aime, Y/N.

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yourusername i love you infinitely 🤍

yourusername i’m crying over here

⤷ charles_leclerc I can hear the sniffling

charlesfan21 i hope my future bf loves me as much as charles loves y/n

ynfan21 y/n being a mother is my roman empire

ynfan22 those bunny ears are adorable

charlesfan22 IMAGINE HAVING THE CHARLES LECLERC AND THE Y/N Y/L/N AS YOUR PARENTS

ynfan23 céline is the cutest baby everrrr

ynfan24 oh to have their relationship

⤷ ynfan25 they are such goals

charlesfan23 nobody is doing it like them 🤷‍♀️

ynfan26 “you are everything to me” CAN YOU HEAR ME SOBBING?!?!

charles_leclerc and yourusername updated their instagram stories!

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yourusername managed to sneak a parents-only date

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ynfan31 charles can’t handle allat

ynfan32 i neeeeed that dress

joris_trouche I am taking the babysitting duty very seriously 🫡

⤷ charles_leclerc As you should.

⤷ yourusername our life saviour!!!!!!!

⤷ joris_trouche Never babysitting again (when can I do it again?)

ynfan33 they are the actual royalty of monaco 😌

charlesfan31 best wag ever

ynfan34 bye they’re so iconic

charlesfan32 céline at home like 😒

⤷ charlesfan33 right like the queen deserves an invite

⤷ charlesfan32 she probably heard of the plan and decided not to go

ynfan35 MOTHER!!!!!!!!

translations:

— je t’aime : i love you

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[bunny-bun-draws]

Shop Update ✨

wah I really wanted to post these before August ended- but I guess this will count for both months because I am not too sure if I am going to get new stuff for September,,, very sorry about that.

But well! Couple new things:

Heart pins! I wanted to give a try with some designs I got, will see if I make some new ones depending on how they sell nwn

Lucifer pin~ he is holding a little duck!

New Hazbin Hotel and Gravirty Falls stickers!

And in other things:

Halloween and Day of the Dead stickers are available once again!! They will be until November 3rd, so make sure to grab them~

Acrylic commissions, and orders for Chibitalia and HRE keychains open! They will remain open until October 10th instead,,, a lot of time, I know, but prefered to keep those changes for a... future good drop~

That's all! Hope you like everything and make sure to visit my shop if anything catched your attention~

[mattscoquette]

matt x girly!girl girlfriend ₊˚ ࿐ ౨ৎ

ib: this post from @https-roman

pink pink pink. him letting you tie your ribbon on anything and everything in his room. love notes from you stamped with your pink gloss. princess treatment. skirts and dress 24/7. supporting your shopping addiction. buying you flowers every week. let’s you do his make up. spa nights. getting matching stuffies with you. has a closet at his house just for you. nicknames like “princess” “sweet girl” “bunny.” looks so cute in your pink themed bedroom. messy lip gloss kisses. always keeping an arm hooked around you at all times.

© mattscoquette | taglist

[just-a-ghost00]

Mini PAC - Details about your soulmate/TF using game cards and letters

Group 1 - Cassette

Banana card : they are fruity! If they’re a man, they have big D energy. They are joyful. They come from a warm climate country. Possibly an island.

Bunny card : this person is super cute and lovely. They look like a baby. They are very kind and soft with others. They have a high sex drive. Their teeth and ears could be parts of their body that you like about them. They feel very innocent and vulnerable.

Airplane card : this person likes to travel for fun and/or travels a lot for work. They live at a distance from you. They enjoy fast communication. They are active. They are curious and love to be challenged.

Letters : T H U N L I I O E Z E I C U Y I M A

Words or names I picked up on ( feel free to add more to the list in the comments) :

Liam, Theo, Noah, Noe, Zain, Zina, Zelie, Mona, Mina, Naim, Chloé, Chile, Lucy, Milan, Athene, Luna, China, mole, eye, cutie, cinema, zinc, camel, thyme, chain, lion, Leo, Helio, Nile, mint, maze, hazel, mountain, cunt, aconite, Lyna, Lina, Alice, menace, county, yen, Celine, TMI, TUE(sday), OCT(ober), autumn, Ciel, honey, Luca, Han, menu, hate, anime

Group 2 - Subway

Bicycle and train card : they live at a distance from you but it could be easily accessible. They enjoy traveling and/or they travel for work. They like biking.

Dress card : they are pretty feminine. They like to dress unconventionally. So if they’re a man, they like to wear skirts or high heels, to put on makeup. If they’re a woman, they’re a bit of a tomboy. They enjoy fashion in general. They could be a model.

Dolphin card : they are sociable. Their family matters a lot to them. They are very sensitive and in tune with their intuition. They have a kind and generous heart. They are playful, even flirty. They like water and/or leave near a body of water.

letters : W E E M S A U T T B A E E O R E N R

Words and names I picked up on (feel free to add more to the list in the comments) : tenor, Muse, water, Mona, Mason, Saturn, Beau, war, ram, Taurean, brat, bae, West, euro, won, MON(day), mount, sun, tarot, bus, runes, tan, beast, Roman, Roma, Meteora, Mars, ASMR, Ares, Arena, amore, nature, muerte, mentor, senor, Matteo, master, webmaster, woman, man, Erasme, Bruno, brunette, same, torn, tears, BTS, Naruto, Moana

Group 3 - Snacks

Letters X L N E J E E A O N A H N N L I R W L

Words and names I picked up on (feel free to add to the list in the comments) :

Hélène, Helena, Nia Jax, jail, Leo, Xena, hell, Joan, Joana, Jane, Jean, Jona, jean, Noel, Noe, Noa, lion, JAN(uary), Wall E, halo, hola, hello, Axel, Hoax, Jihane, Will, Jorah, horn, Jael, Jeanne, norn, helix, Halle, alien, Rollex, Rollin, Alienor, Jolie, Rio, Janeiro, Nelliel, Ronnie, Leon, Johann, Neil

Watermelon card : They support Palestine. They come from a warm climate country. They love summer. They love watermelon. They like your juice ;)

Tennis ball card : They are athletic. They enjoy tennis or any type of ball game. They got balls ;) They are swift and fast. They communicate quickly, they are witty and sarcastic.

Socks card : You'd feel very cozy with them. They have an odd but warm personality. They enjoy date nights snuggling by the fireplace or Netflix and chilling. They have cold feet.

[quinnysnursery]

hii could u do a small carrington!!??

[🧸] little!carrington headcannons

paring : little!carrington x cg!gn!reader

divider credit : @kodaswrld

a/n : first carrington post !!

🧸 headspace age is around 5-7, 4 if he's particularly stressed

🍬 honestly i don't think he REALIZED he was regressing until one day he was scrolling online and found an agere community and was like "...doesn't everyone do this?"

🎧 BIG pokémon little

🧸 "mama/dada/baba 's pik'chu!"

🍬 i heard in a video he calls mozzarella sticks "motzies" so i think that 100% transfers to his regression

🎧 "what do you want for dinner, baby?" "MOTZIES!!"

🧸 SO hyper

🍬 constantly bouncing between activities

🎧 LOVES being read to at night

🧸 "one more book?" "just ooooone more?"

🍬 has ONE very special bunny stuffed animal that is his holy grail

🎧 see this post for more information

🧸 i think eventually he would tell his roomates (jake & johnnie) about his regression, but he's not in any rush since he's mostly okay on his own

🍬 would LOVE having little outings (i.e going to the zoo, aquarium, etc)

🎧 i luv little carrington <3

taglist !! :

@babybatxxx @mattssturnz @mattsturniologf444 @graceslittlecorner @zivall @hrtz4alex2211 @bimbob1tch @cherry-red-heart @https--roman @frlinbruh @jazminepetit-homme @raynaaxx

[hauntedfawnn]

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𝜗𝜚˚⋆ Rules 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ Who I Write For 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ Masterlists 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

𐙚 Mine (Alpha!Rafe Cameron x Omega!reader) ★ New ★

𐙚 Beer and Bunnies (Eddie Munson x Reader) ★New★

𐙚 Candy Girl (Roman Godfrey x Reader) ★New★

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[charliedaltonswife]

julian allows a vocal student, an accomplished soprano, to sit in on a few latin lessons with the greek class. henry, frustrated by yet another new member and her inexperience with the language, immediately dismisses her.

his curt attitude and quick remarks lead to a tense relationship. it’s not until he unwillingly attends a recital (perhaps with julian?) that all pretense melts away. henry, ever a sucker for the arts, falls head over heels, aria over feet.

idk how it ends. do they make up? do they make out? surprise us!

Aria for the Unmoved

Henry Winter x reader (The Secret History)

for your troubles, waiting for so long for me to answer these requests, i made this extra long. i've been awfully busy with writing a really important year long paper. anyway anyway, i wont bore you all, hope you like it.

Summary: read the request

Warnings: none

master list found here

“You cannot be serious.” Henry’s voice cut through the room like the edge of a knife, slicing cleanly through the moment of polite silence that had settled after Julian’s announcement.

You had been expecting some resistance, after all, the Greek class was notoriously insular, a carefully curated collection of minds handpicked by Julian himself. You had also heard from all around campus various things about this group; pompous rich kids, people who worshipped the devil, engaging in cult activities in their down time. But if changing colleges had taught you anything, it would be to never make a judgment about someone only using the source from a different person. Make a decision on your own, it couldn’t hurt. But you had not expected this; Henry Winter, sitting back in his chair like some Roman senator, arms folded across his chest, his expression one of cool, unbothered distaste. You began to rethink the ideology you lived by, embarrassed and standing awkwardly in front of a group of people you thought would become your peers. 

Julian, for his part, was unshaken. He smiled, the small, enigmatic sort of smile that suggested he had already foreseen this exact reaction, perhaps even relished the challenge of it.

“She has been studying Greek previously,” Julian said smoothly, as if speaking to a petulant child. “And given the nature of our discussions, I thought it would be beneficial to join now just as we begin Latin.”

Henry did not take his eyes off you. He was assessing, calculating, like one of those Renaissance portraits where the subject looks about to lunge forward and strike. The others, meanwhile, exchanged glances, Bunny, who had already introduced himself to you twice, was grinning in his boyish, conspiratorial way, while Francis, half-lounging, half-collapsing in his chair, exhaled cigarette smoke as though bored before you had even spoken a word.

Charles, who always looked a bit beleaguered, just sighed. Camilla alone seemed unbothered, offering you a small, encouraging smile that you could not quite trust.

But Henry, Henry was brimming with that impossible hauteur, that particular arrogance of men who had never known the sting of exclusion themselves.

Julian turned to you. “Would you like to introduce yourself?”

You took a breath. You could feel Henry’s stare like an iron brand.

Keeping your voice even as possible, you introduced yourself. Julian, delighted, gestured for you to continue. But, you decided to do something different after your name leaves your lips. In Latin, you told the rather small group that you were a singer, particularly a soprano, who had an interest in the classics much like themselves despite your lesser practice in the Latin language. 

When you finished, the room was quiet.

Bunny and Camilla nodded, impressed. Even Francis looked vaguely interested.

Henry, however, just tilted his head slightly, regarding you with the kind of expression one might give a particularly well-trained dog that had managed a new trick.

“Not bad,” he murmured, reaching for his book. “Though I’m afraid your accent is atrocious.”

A flicker of something hot curled in your chest.

You smiled. Sweetly. “I’m afraid your manners are.”

Bunny let out a wheezing laugh.

Henry just exhaled, looking almost bored. “Well,” he said, turning a page. “Aren’t you just pleasant?”

It had been a week since your first Latin lesson with Julian’s class, and Henry had yet to address you directly.

He made his dissatisfaction clear in other ways, pointed silences, barely concealed sighs whenever you entered the room, a studied avoidance of your presence that would have been comical if it weren’t so utterly infuriating. You weren’t an idiot; you knew you were intruding on something sacred, that their little class was something private and impenetrable. But you were here at Julian’s request, not your own, and if Henry Winter thought his petty little cold shoulder would scare you away, he was sorely mistaken.

The others had warmed to you in their own ways. Francis, amused by the whole ordeal, had taken to sitting beside you, occasionally passing you notes in the margins of his translations, 

Henry looks like he’s going to be sick or You should sing the next passage, see if he keels over

…which helped lessen the blow of Henry’s thinly veiled contempt. Richard, ever polite, made small talk before class, and Charles was friendly in the way of someone who had no real stake in the matter. Bunny, although made you pay every time he offered to get lunch, made as much an effort as he could. Camilla, at the very least, seemed to like you.

Henry, however, remained resolute in his distaste.

You weren’t sure why this irritated you as much as it did. You didn’t need his approval; you weren’t here for him. But there was something about his dismissal that clawed at you, something about the way he acted as if your presence was a personal affront that made you itch to provoke him, to shatter that mask of perfect indifference and force him to react, to feel.

So, when Julian asked you to translate a passage in class that afternoon, you took your time.

You smoothed your hands over the pages of your book, deliberately slow, feigning concentration as you traced the Latin script with one careful finger. The room was still, the only sound was the soft ticking of the clock on the far wall.

Henry sighed. One of those annoying sighs that really got on your nerves. 

It was a small, sharp thing, barely audible, but you caught it. And because you were feeling reckless (or perhaps just stupid), you smiled, as innocently as possible. 

“Something wrong, Henry?” you asked, your tone sweet, almost indulgent.

He didn’t look at you, kept his gaze fixed on his own book as he turned a page. “Only that this would go faster if you actually read the passage. We’re meant to be in critical discussion about the passage, yet here we are waiting for you to just get through it.”

Julian, seated at his desk, gave no indication that he had heard the exchange. You glanced at him, but his attention was elsewhere, absently turning a paperweight between his fingers.

Your smile widened. “I was under the impression we were allowed to take our time. Accuracy over speed, isn’t that right?”

Henry exhaled, an almost imperceptible tightening of his jaw. “Not when you’re wasting others' time. I mean, how are you supposed to analyse the passage when your brain isn't even capable of simply reading it aloud.”

You sat back in your chair, turning your head slightly to look at him. His posture was relaxed, his expression blank but you knew just from his words that you had finally managed to get him to verbalise his dislike towards you instead of outright ignoring you. You wondered how much it would take to draw it out.

“Well,” you said, almost lazily. “I’d rather be correct than, what was it you said to Bunny the other day? Pitiably impatient?”

Henry turned his page with a touch of too much force.

“Indulgence in academics,” Henry said, finally looking up at you, “is the hallmark of someone more interested in appearing intelligent than in actually learning.”

You tilted your head. “And impatience is the hallmark of a man who expects everyone to keep up with him or be left behind.”

Henry smiled, but there was no real humor in it. “The difference is that I don’t pretend otherwise.”

You stared at him. He stared back. There was something tense and electric about it, like a thread pulled so taut it might snap at any moment.

The silence stretched, thick and heavy.

“Shall we continue?” Julian’s voice, mild as ever, cut through the quiet.

You turned back to your book, pulse loud in your ears.

And, when you spoke again, your voice was perfectly, painfully steady.

-

Henry didn't want to go. He had half a mind to refuse Julian’s invitation outright, but something in the way the old man had phrased it made refusal impossible. 

“I think you’ll find it rather enlightening, dear boy.” Which was Julian’s way of saying, I expect you to be there. And so Henry had gone, though the prospect of spending his evening listening to you warble your way through some overwrought composition was hardly appealing.

He arrived late, slipping into his seat without drawing attention. The conservatory was grand, lined with rows of plush chairs and chandeliers that flickered in the dim light. A hall built for sound, everything in it designed to capture, to amplify, to resonate. Henry leaned back, arms crossed, indifferent.

Then the lights dimmed.

And then you stepped onstage.

Henry exhaled sharply through his nose, watching as you walked into the center of the stage. Your posture was different; straighter, shoulders back, the slight tension in your hands betraying some nervous energy. Your dress, a deep velvet green, stood out against the dark wood paneling, your hair neatly pinned, exposing the vulnerable slope of your neck. It was a strange thing, seeing you like this, untouchable, poised, entirely separate from the girl who sat beside him in the seminar room with ink-smudged fingers and an infuriating tendency to challenge him.

The first note rang out.

Henry blinked.

It was soft at first, then rising, gathering depth and texture like a wave curling over itself before it broke. He had heard you sing before, of course, half-formed melodies under your breath as you translated some passage of Ovid, absent-minded hums in the study, but this was something else entirely.

His fingers twitched against his knee.

It wasn’t just the beauty of your voice. It was the way you commanded the space, the way the sound filled every corner of the room, folding itself around the architecture, seeping into the bones of the building like ivy through cracked stone.

Henry’s breathing slowed, his pulse steady but too loud in his ears. He could hear everything, the minute shift in your vibrato, the deliberate control of your phrasing, the breath that caught at the end of a sustained note. This wasn’t mere performance. This was possession.

And Henry hated being possessed.

He did not move. Did not react. He merely listened, stiff as a statue, as you unspooled something that felt perilously close to grief, or longing, or, God forbid, hope.

When the piece ended, there was silence. Then came the applause, loud enough to be deafening, reverberating through the old wooden walls despite the large room being packed with people. The audience leapt to their feet, clapping, whistling, their faces bright with admiration. Henry, however, remained still.

He felt something like resentment claw at his throat.

Because he had been wrong about you. Something which he didn't like being. 

Because he had never expected to be so completely undone.

Because you were beautiful. Not just in the physical sense; no, he already identified that the moment you stepped into the class but chose to disregard it as he thought intelligence was the real measure of a person. But, you were just that; his measure fit you to a tee, and not only that, but you had a voice that sounded like what church goers would imagine was an angel. You were a dream, utterly infatuating. And that. Well, that infuriated him.

-

You were alone, which you actually enjoyed.

The afternoon was mild, the air crisp with the first real bite of autumn. The sun cut long shadows across the courtyard, golden light catching on the tops of the buildings, the stone benches cold beneath your thighs. You had been reading, properly reading, for once, not just pretending to while half-listening to Henry and Francis argue about Horace. Your book lay open in your lap, a translation of Catullus.

You sensed him before you saw him. A shift in the air, the distinct sound of footsteps over gravel. Then, his voice, calm, measured, just above a murmur.

"You looked like a statue just now."

You didn’t startle, but you did glance up. And there he was, standing just beside the bench, hands in the pockets of his coat. You blinked. He looked different out here, away from the dim lecture halls and smoky living rooms, too sharp against the soft autumn light, an anachronism in the golden haze.

You raised a brow. “What?”

Henry tilted his head slightly, studying you. "You were sitting so still. Like one of those funerary reliefs, the kind where the subject holds a scroll, looking very dignified." His eyes flickered down to your book. “Except you’re reading poetry, and they were mostly reading tax records.”

You huffed, turning a page idly. “Flattering.”

A pause. Then, wordlessly, he pulled something from his coat pocket and held it out to you.

It was a book.

You blinked at it, then at him. “What’s this?”

Henry exhaled shortly, as if already bored of the exchange. "You left before I could say anything last night."

You frowned. “I didn’t know you would come. I didn’t even know you knew about it.”

Slowly, almost as if you didn’t trust him - like this gift was some trick or practical joke. 

He gave you a copy of The Aeneid. It was a beautiful edition; dark green leather, the spine embossed with gold leaf, the kind of book that looked like it belonged in an old library, dust motes catching in the afternoon sun. You turned it over in your hands, fingers running along the edges of the pages, the gilt just beginning to fade.

You looked up at him. “What’s this?”

A shrug. “What do you think it is? It’s a book.”

You scrawled at him, rolling your eyes a little as you heard him chuckle only slightly but you didn’t argue. 

“You sang well,” Henry said, so suddenly and plainly that it took you a second to process.

Your head snapped up. For a moment, you thought he might say something else, some deflection, some clever remark to balance out the rare sincerity of the words, but nothing came.

And yet, he did not look at you. Just past you, as though if he met your eyes he would be forced to acknowledge something he wasn’t ready to. You swallowed. 

“Well,” you said, tilting your head, forcing a smirk. “Funny hearing a compliment come out of your mouth, I didn't think you capable.”

Henry’s mouth quirked, half a smirk of his own. "Let’s not get carried away."

He stepped back, reaching into his coat for a cigarette. The metallic flick of his lighter cut through the air, and then the brief flare of flame.

You watched as he took a slow inhale, exhaled, then turned slightly, already beginning to leave.

You opened your mouth, whether to thank him, to call him insufferable, to say something, you didn’t know.

But before you could, Henry glanced back at you through the curling tendrils of smoke. His eyes flickered briefly to the book in your lap, then back to your face.

"Don’t let it collect dust."

And then he was gone, leaving nothing behind but the faint scent of tobacco.

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A few months have passed since the first tense lessons, the sharp barbs traded over Latin declensions, the icy glances exchanged across Julian’s study. Slowly, imperceptibly at first, the dynamics shifted. The others had grown used to you, and you to them. Richard, quiet and watchful, had been the easiest to befriend; Francis, all languid charm and easy indulgence, had taken to you quickly. Charles and Camilla had remained politely distant at first, but in time, even they seemed to accept you as something inevitable.

Henry did not soften, not exactly, soften wasn't the word. He still spoke to you with that same sharp, clinical precision, still had a way of making even the most neutral statements feel like accusations. But he no longer dismissed you outright, no longer treated you as some unfortunate intrusion upon his well-ordered world. There was something else in his gaze now, something but not unkind.

And so, when Francis invited everyone to his house for the weekend, it did not feel strange that you went.

Francis' estate was the kind of place that seemed almost deliberately out of time, set deep in the Vermont woods, isolated, sprawling. The house itself was grand but crumbling at the edges, filled with velvet-upholstered furniture and dust motes suspended in the light from tall, warped windows.

The days passed in a slow, dreamlike haze. Mornings spent languidly in bed or sprawled across the living room with books, afternoons wandering the overgrown grounds, evenings filled with candlelit dinners and endless, half-drunk conversations.

The lake was still, black water stretching like polished obsidian beneath the dull afternoon sky. Francis' house loomed in the distance, the others draped along the dock in various states of boredom and indulgence. Richard was smoking, Charles half-drowsing with his feet in the water.

"I want to take the boat out," you had said, standing on the edge of the dock, barefoot, a little restless.

No one had moved.

Francis had made a vague gesture, something that meant then do it, and Bunny had laughed, some offhand comment about how he’d rather drown than row.

You turned to Henry. “You?”

A pause. Then, without much enthusiasm, he stood, exhaling through his nose. “Fine.”

It wasn’t a grand offering, nothing gallant or chivalrous. Just an agreement, simple and dry. He stepped into the boat after you, settling opposite, sleeves rolled up to his elbows as he picked up the oars.

The water lapped softly against the sides as he rowed, his movements unhurried, precise.

“I assume you’re not going to help,” he said after a moment, eyebrows raised.

You stretched your legs out in front of you, arms resting along the edge of the boat. “Why should I? I was under the impression that men enjoy physical labor. Something about exertion, the masculine ideal, et cetera.”

He scoffed. “That’s an absurdly shallow reading.”

“Oh, forgive me, Henry. How terribly reductive of me.” You waved a hand, mockingly magnanimous. “Didn’t I sound like Bunny for a minute though?”

“You have an astonishing ability to speak at length while saying nothing at all.”

“Likewise.”

Silence, except for the dip and pull of the oars. A bird, somewhere in the trees, whistled a sharp, distinct tune. You, without thinking, whistled it back.

Henry faltered, just for a second, but enough for you to notice. He studied you in that unreadable way of his, as if you were some particularly interesting passage in a book he wasn’t sure how to interpret.

Then, without preamble, he leaned forward and kissed you.

It wasn’t hesitant or unsure, but neither was it particularly forceful. It was like an interruption, an afterthought, something he had decided, quite suddenly, to do.

His lips were warm, softer than you would have expected. You barely had time to process it before he pulled back, watching you carefully, as though he was bracing himself for your reaction.

You touched your lips briefly, then, still absentminded, let your fingers graze his.

“Well,” you said finally, voice light, amused. “That was very Greco-Roman of you.”

Henry’s mouth twitched, almost a smile, but not quite.

The boat drifted, the others distant on the shore, unaware.

a/n: dont be a silent reader darling, it keeps me going seeing notifs