#impact imagine

[openshanklygates]

Never Ashamed

Whumpril 2024 April 3, 2024 SHAME Alex Shelley/Chris Sabin Main Verse

Two hundred and eighteen days.

Alex Shelley had been the Impact World Champion for two hundred and eighteen days. For most people that would be a title reign to be proud of. He had faced off against and beaten some of the best in the world. Hiroshi Tanahashi, Josh Alexander, even Jonathan Gresham had stepped up to the plate and all had been sent back to the back of the line. He had led the Impact roster all the way into the new era of TNA. They were all honorable moments.

So losing to a cheat and a bully like Moose brought him so much shame.

The sun was rising against the Las Vegas skyline, but Alex had yet to go to sleep. His mind raced with the events of the night before. What if he had been just a little more aggressive? What if he had put just a little more of himself into the match? Would the championship still be sitting next to the hotel room television, reflecting the hotel room bed where he and Chris Sabin currently laid, his partner pressed into his side snoring peacefully.

Chris.

In his loss, Alex had almost forgotten to congratulate Chris on his historic win. It was officially the longest reign that Chris had ever had, his tenth as X-Division Champion. El Hijo del Vikingo was no joke for such a young talent and Kushida, well, Alex felt like it would be cheating to say anything more about this best friend. Alex was certain that Chris would have preferred meeting up with some of the other roster members for drinks and a laugh. instead, Chris had stayed behind to hold Alex until he fell asleep.

"You could do so much better than me," Alex murmured to his sleeping companion, pressing a kiss to the top of Chris's head. He attempted to get up, but Chris snuggled in closer and tossed a leg over both of Alex's to trap him there.

"Shuttup," Chris tiredly murmured, burying his head in the crook of Alex's neck, "'stoo early for this."

Alex gave a small laugh, "Go back to sleep. I'm just gonna-"

"You are gonna do nothing but sleep," Chris protested, raising his head to scowl at Alex. It would have been much more intimidating if he didn't have to squint at Alex to properly see him. "I don't wanna get up. I don't wanna have you get up. I think I earned it. Ch-"

Chris cut himself off, closing his eyes before Alex spoke up, "No! No, you're right! Champ's privilege. You earned it. You did so good."

"Yeah, but you-"

"Let you down, that much I know," Alex admitted, "I should-"

"Shut up and kiss me," Chris nuzzled the back of Alex's neck, "we are gonna lay in this bed til you go to sleep."

"I don't need sl-"

"I said we are gonna lay here til you get some sleep," Chris groaned a little more forcefully. He tightened his grip on Alex, who sank further into the mattress. He may have felt shame, but at least he knew Chris was here to love him through it.

[mystic-story-lover]

~ Congratulations ~

Alex Shelley x Chris Sabin x Zoe (OC Female!Reader)

Word Count: 3369

Warnings: Swearing

Type: Fluff, Hints at previous smut

Summary: To celebrate their victories at Against All Odds, the boys want to treat their girlfriend to a pleasurable night

A/N: Okay, but what was going to be a smut fic turned into a different idea, and how could I resist

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“Hey there, handsome.” A familiar voice called from behind the brunette, causing him to let out a sigh of relief. When he turned around, he’d spotted his long time best friend, Chris Sabin, with their girlfriend Zoe on his back. A wide smile was spread across her lips as she looked at him, and he couldn’t help but smile back at her.

“I was about to go looking for the two of you.” Alex chuckled, the same loopy smile somehow managed to grow as he looked at his lovers. “What are you up to right now?”

“Little miss hungry decided that she wanted a snack after all, so we were on the way to catering when we found you.” Chris laughed as he watched the woman above him extend her legs, trying to wrap them around the younger man’s waist.

“If you wanted me close to you, all you had to do was ask Pumpkin.” She giggled at the nickname, one he’d given her when their relationship first began. To Alex, it still felt like yesterday, even though ten months had passed since the day that Chris asked the both of them out. By chance, it was also the first day that he’d called her Pumpkin, and when he saw the way her eyes lit up and the gorgeous smile spread wider on her face, he decided to keep it for her.

“I always want you close to me.” Zoe beamed, and continued to use her legs to bring him as close to her as possible.

That’s how it went for the two of them, and it’d been that way since they were friends. One always felt the need to be close to the other, and it just worked. Rarely would you be able to see one without the other, unless they had work business come up, or were traveling at separate times, but even then they’d spend hours on the phone together. When their relationship first came out to their friends, a few had asked Chris how seeing the way his lovers were with each other didn’t make him jealous, when it was completely different for them and Chris. For him it was simple, he liked seeing the two of them happy.

“Do you want to join us for lunch?” Chris popped the question, and Alex nodded. He’d been working on stuff for his match against Maclin later that evening, but had started to become overwhelmed in all of the things playing through his head. Therefore, Scott told him to take some time off, if only an hour, just to ease his mind.

“Lunch sounds amazing.” Zoe groaned, piping her opinion into the mix. Both men laughed, and she pretended to roll her eyes at it.

As the two men walked towards catering, they discussed the details of their matches, while Zoe rested her head against Chris’ back. It was moments like these that she loved the most when they were at work. Something soft and simple, but it meant everything in the world to her.

“Earth to Zoe.” A voice chucked, and she lifted her head to spot Ace Austin now standing in front of the trio. “What happened to the new heels you wanted to wear?”

“They gave me blisters, so I’m going around in socks.” The woman snorted before wiggling her feet out in front of her friend. He only laughed in response before taking a step back when her foot was an inch away from him.

As the group of them continued to discuss Zoe’s shoe buying habit, and her lack of wearing them, they missed Scott D’Amore coming out from behind the corner, a worried expression written across his face. He’d been carrying a clipboard, one that now fell to the floor as he collided with the broad shoulders of the member of Bullet Club.

“Oh, I’m sorry Ace, I was distracted and forgot to look where I was going.” Scott sighed, bending over to pick up the board. When he was uprighted, he turned, spotting the trio, and a small smile appeared on his face. “Chris, sorry to bug you, but I was actually looking for you. We’ve got some things to go over if that’s alright.”

Chris merely nodded, and squatted slightly to help Zoe reach her feet again. When he felt her detach herself from his body, he rose to his feet, and turned to place a kiss on her cheek. After that, he stepped over to Alex before placing a kiss on his cheek as well, and then began walking away with his boss.

“Pumpkin, do you want to climb on my back?” Alex questioned, grabbing her hand to give it a squeeze. She nodded at him, and smiled, appreciative of the offer he’d given her. Without another word, Alex turned and lowered himself to the ground, giving her easy access to his back. Effortlessly, she was able to straddle his back, and wrapped her arms around him for extra safety, thus informing him it’d be safe to stand. Once he was securely on his feet, he reached behind him to place his hands under her thighs, giving her a gentle boost up, forcing a fit of laughter to erupt from her chest.

“To the catering area, because I’m still hungry.” Her voice was bold for the first half, but as she mentioned the hunger, her stomach growled, startling her. This caused everyone to burst out laughing, but before anyone could say anything else, Ace waved goodbye, leaving the couple to go on their adventure.

Once they arrived in catering, they noticed that the tables were full, so they opted to grab some food and hit the locker room, but stopped when Alex heard a voice call for him. He turned his head, spotting Deonna and Steve sitting at a table with a collective group, and he nodded. Zoe pointed out what she’d been craving earlier that day, they began to make their way over to the table. After she was safely on her feet, the brunette pulled the chair out for her, and took his own.

“Blisters again?” Deonna raised an eyebrow, looking over in Zoe’s direction.

“I don’t get why this keeps happening to me.” She sighed dramatically, dropping her hand into her palm for extra measure.

“Maybe it’s time to stop wearing heels.” Gia pointed out, but to no avail.

“I would prefer the blisters.” Zoe let out a giggle, causing the other two girls to laugh.

As they continued to joke around, Alex got a warm feeling throughout his body, knowing that his girlfriend was at peace, something that made him happy. Out of the three, he was the first to show his feelings before the relationship, but he was still nervous to share them because it was for both of his best friends. Even now, he still feels the nerves, but he knows that if things were to get impossible on his shoulders, his partners would be there for him.

“Babe? Are you listening?” A hand waved in front of his face, distracting him from the thoughts running through his mind.

“Huh? What did I miss?” The quick questions informed everyone at the table that he had drifted off into his thoughts, but Zoe knew before he had to say anything. It was the empty look on his face that he wore when distracted by thoughts that she tried to help him through whenever she could. She knew it meant he was remembering times that caused him worry or pain, and she felt a saddening feeling run through her. She didn’t say anything before placing a hand on his and squeezing it, but he knew exactly what it meant.

“I asked if you were ready to head back to Scott’s office.” Steve shrugged, merely checking where Alex was with the setup for the match.

“Shit, yeah I’m good. I’ll see you later Pumpkin?” It could’ve been a simple see you later and goodbye, but for Alex, he needed to know she’d be there for him when he was done.

“You bet that sweet ass of yours.” She winked, and he kissed her before leaving. As Deonna noticed both men were out of earshot, she directed the conversation in a new direction.

“Have you told them?” Her question rang through Zoe’s ears. She hadn’t told them, but there was a plan for tonight.

“After Alex wins tonight I’m planning to tell both of them. How do I even explain this though?” Zoe groaned, lowering her head against the table.

“I still think my idea was fantastic.” Gia slid her point onto the table, and for a moment, it was a high consideration.

“Hey, there’s my girl.” A voice called from across the room, and the women whipped their heads over to see Chris coming over with a smile.

“Mmm, hi there sexy.” A sigh came from her, and she breathed in relief as she didn’t have to worry about it for the moment again.

The rest of the time spent before the show was in the Motor City locker room between the trio. They’d cracked jokes, spent time sharing old memories, and spent plenty of time wrapped in each other’s arms. Typically, Zoe was the middle spoon between her boys, but tonight she bounced back and forth, the nerves keeping her pre-occupied.

“Princess, you want to tell us what’s wrong now?” Chris asked, worry sketched over his baby blue eyes.

“I’m just stressed about the show.” She sighed, shaking her head before sitting down. It’d been difficult to not spill everything to them already, but she was at her wits end, just wanting her guys with this.

“Hey, there’s no reason to worry. Everything’s going to go smoothly.” Chris spoke softly, as he did every time when she was like this.

“Thank you. Hearing you say it helps.” Knocks to the locker room door interrupted any other thoughts, signaling it was time for Chris’ match for the X-Division title.

The three stood in unison, and Alex stepped in front of Zoe, picking her up bridal style, carrying her with him as he and Chris walked to the curtain. As they arrived, Chris received a kiss from them for good luck, much like what happened every match. The remaining two watched as his music played and he left, preparing to become a nine time X-Division champion. They watched on a small monitor for the entirety of the match, and cheered as Chris landed the cradle shock, going for the pin.

1 2 3

He’d done it, finishing the match via pinfall, and when given the belt, he hugged it as if it were those waiting in the back for him. His goal to achieve this historic reign arrived, and he couldn’t be happier to have the moment.

“There’s my sexy nine time X-Division champ.” Zoe cat-called, winking when he approached her. He smirked, and watched as she patted Alex’s hand, her own way of saying the wanted down. When her feet made contact with the floor, Chris backed her into the wall, and kissed her roughly. At work, she wasn’t used to this kind of intimacy unless it was in the privacy of their locker room, or an empty closet if they were in a rush, so when she gasped, he took it as the chance to slide his tongue in her mouth. The second he pulled away from her, she brought a hand up to her lips, still feeling the kiss lingering. Leaning forward, Chris rested his forehead against the cool wall, helping with the heat from the match.

“I love you.” He whispered in her ear, low enough for only her to hear.

“Chris,” she gasped again. “I love you too.” He pulled his head back before kissing her again, softer this time. When he released her lips, his attention shifted to Alex, and he smiled softly.

“I love you, Alex.” He said, louder this time. Alex's eyes bore the fear that he wasn’t loved in the same way, and Chris could see it, but he’d prove it to Alex in the best way he knew how. “I’m so fucking in love with you.” He spoke the words again before kissing Alex with the same passion he had for Zoe.

“Fuck, Chris, I love you too. I love both of you.” He panted as the kiss was broken.

“I love you, Alex. I love my boys.” Zoe whispered, keeping the precious moment for herself in her mind, wanting to forever cherish it.

Alex grabbed Zoe’s hand, pulling in between the two men before he did the same to Chris, pulling them all together. It wasn’t how they typically hugged, but that didn’t matter in the moment. They had each other, and that was all they needed.

“I hate to be a bother, but we need your girlfriend.” Deonna called, startling the trio.

“That’s alright Deonna, I’ll be there. I just got to say goodbye to my boys first.” Zoe smiled at her, and Deonna nodded before taking a few steps back to give them privacy.

“I’ll still see you before the match, right?” Alex asked, fear overtaking his features.

“Chris and I will be here waiting for you. I promise babe.” She spoke, placing a hand against his face.

“I love you, Pumpkin.” He whispered, placing a kiss on her forehead.

“I love you too, both of you.” She whispered back, and the boys nodded before pulling away from her so she could go.

Her and Deonna walked towards the interview area where Gia stood with Gisele and a whiteboard. On it was written “announcement ideas”, and the first option was the one Gia gave three days prior.

“We’re really doing this?” Zoe laughed, knowing that her friends had come up with this so she didn’t need to worry.

“Of course! Now Gisele and I only have a few minutes so let's get to work.” Deonna laughed as well, and the group of them began to come up with simple ideas for the post show announcement. Eventually, Deonna and Gisele left, giving Gia and her time to come up with some of their own before the other women came back.

“Alright, I know which I’m going with.” Zoe stated, a smile on her face. “However, none of you get to know until the announcement, so be there post match.”

“I’ll bring Steve.” Deonna shrugged, knowing he’d be coming back from the same match.

“Ace will come with me, and he might bring Chris.” Gia giggled, knowing her boyfriend and his tag partner were practically glued to the hip.

“Scott and I will totally be there, since he’ll want to hug Alex anyway.” Gisele spoke, pointing out the obvious.

“I get first dibs, if Chris doesn’t steal him first.” Zoe beamed, knowing the chance of her boyfriend stealing the other were still high.

The women laughed for a moment, and agreed to collectively go out to see Alex and Steve off before their title match. As they approached the men, they dropped their conversation, smiling at the girls. Congratulations for a fantastic match were given to Deonna and Gisele, and everyone could agree it was well deserved. They listened as OVE’s music began to play, as they finished their match, meaning it would be time for Alex’s next. Since there was a video package for fans, Alex took the extra second to wrap his arms around Chris and Zoe, and he placed a kiss on both their foreheads.

“Kick ass handsome.” Chris smiled, smacking Alex on the ass before smirking when he turned around.

“You’re so lucky that you’re adorable.” A playful roll of the eyes came from the younger man, and his music began to play, shifting him into a mode of focus.

“Go put on another banger babe.” Deonna smiled, leaning up to kiss Steve before he left as well. Everyone watched as the match carried on, and over the course of it Scott and Ace arrived, finding their girlfriends in the group of them with ease. As Zoe felt Chris wrap his arms around her waist, she leaned her head back, watching as Alex was lining up the superkick. When it connected, he moved onto the shellshock, the signature combination coming into effect.

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After twenty one years, Alex had finally won his first Impact World Championship. Zoe and Chris screamed with joy, even after knowing how the match would end, and Chris went running out to celebrate. There was a promo planned, and Zoe watched as Frankie came pushing through to head to the ring as well.

“We did it Pumpkin, we fucking did it.” Alex beamed, holding up the title as he and the others came through the curtain.

“I always knew you could.” She smiled back at him, proud at how far he’d come in his career. “Not to spoil the moment, but I have something that will make tonight feel even better.”

“Princess, I don’t know if Alex is going to be up too having–” Chris started before Zoe used her tiptoes to cover his mouth with his hand.

“Not that!” She exclaimed, trying to keep him from spilling their private moments. “I originally wanted to do this between the three of us, but Impact is our family, and this will affect not only our lives, but theirs too.”

“What are you talking about? You’re not leaving are you?” Alex questioned, but she only shook her head, filling him with relief.

“Nothing like that babe. It’s just, well, to say this simply, the two of you have magic sperm.” Zoe spoke, and behind her, Gia could be heard saying that phrase was her idea.

“We have what?” It was Chris’ turn to question her words, causing Zoe to laugh at her reaction.

“If you didn’t hear her, it was Gia’s idea to use the phrase to tell you we’re pregnant.” Zoe spoke, whispering the last two words.

“Pregnant? As in you’re carrying one of us around in you?” Alex's words caused her to smile bigger.

“Well, it’s more like two of you.” Chris’ mouth dropped open at her words. He was excited when she said they were expecting, but to find out it was two babies, he was so happy. “Now, since I’m nine weeks along, we can get paternity tests done whenever you like if you want to know who’s baby it is.” Both men nodded, secretly hoping it was the other’s so they had something of them growing inside their girlfriends womb.

“Can we go now?” Alex asked, reaching for her and Chris’ hand, wanting to hold his lovers in this moment.

“Do you want to shower first?” Her question was met with a small shake of his head, as he was purely excited to know. This caused her to laugh.

“Do your champion things, then we can head out of here.” Zoe spoke, and both men rushed off to finish what was required after the show. Her Impact family surrounded her, some only congratulating her while others wrapped her in hugs.

It’d been two days since the night of Against All Odds when Zoe received an email from the hospital. Thankfully, both of the guys were with her, so when she opened it they got the full experience with her.

“The email is in!” She called from her spot on Alex’s couch, and both of them came running in, forgetting about the snacks on the counter. They’d been waiting impatiently for the results, and the food could wait so long as they knew who they got to share a piece of Zoe with.

“What do they say? Is it Alex’s or is it mine?” Chris questioned, trying to peek over her to see her phone.

“Slow down there mister,” Zoe laughed. “I’m opening it now, but I wanted to wait till everyone was ready.”

“I think we are now.” Alex smiled at her, and she nodded, looking at her phone.

“Oh my god. There’s no way.” She whispered, and both men instantly felt fear run through their bodies. “You both are the fathers. A twin each, but it’s uncommon to happen often.”

“Magic sperm.” Both men stated, but in all reality, it was true.

[grizzledyoungimpact]

The Blood of The Wolf

Whumpuary 2024 January 23-24, 2024 "You're Awake"/Rescue/Unfair Fight Eddie Edwards/Davey Richards Fantasy AU

The sun felt warm on Edward's skin as he exited the small cave he had been using as a refuge. He could still feel the power from last nights shift and the run that had followed after. It was a part of what he was, having this ache in his bones the morning after.

Edward Maher was part of a long forgotten sect of elves, a creature called an elven wolf. For the longest time, elven wolves had been protectors of the elf kingdom of Starkholz, a wooded kingdom and shining star of the people. Elven wolves were trained with weapons as normal warriors were, but the magic they possessed allowed them to shift into powerful dire wolves. They had always protected the realm, until the final days when the beautiful wooded haven had fallen to Ulfur, a kingdom known for its darkness and desolation. The elven wolves were growing fewer and fewer in number, and Edward was determined to preserve his way of life.

His head lifted as he sniffed the fresh morning air, the sunlight filtering through the trees. He caught the normal scents of the morning. The dew and how it wet the dirt. The creatures and how they scurried and flew throughout the woods without a care. His stomach rumbled and he cursed how he could smell nothing larger to eat. It wasn't a fact that he was proud of, but food had become scarce, so more often than now Edward ate what and who he could.

When the new smell wafted in, Edward could almost feel his mouth water. The smell was lupine, but it didn't matter these days. Meat was meat.

He trudged through the underbrush, following the smell until it got stronger and stronger. "Show yourself," he called out as his hand went to the silver dagger at his side. It was the one holdover from his days at court, a present from the red-headed queen he had once served.

The whimper of another alerted Edward to the presence, a small and lean young man who smelled vaguely familiar. The younger man knelt in a clearing and he rubbed at his ankle, whimpering. Edward couldn't help but hide the smirk that came to his lips. The young man was alone, scared, vulnerable.

He was breakfast.

"Oh look at you," Edward smirked, licking his lips as he knelt down next to the other, fingers gently touching the man's ankle, "You look tender."

The small man trembled at his touch, "I won't be a good m...meal for you! I'm...I'm too small, right? Too bony!"

"Meat is meat," the look in Edward's eyes was feral as he pulled the dagger from its leather sheath, "and you look like you have plenty of meat on your bones."

Before he could bring the knife down, another figure rushed him from the bushes and knocked Edward away from his prey. The dagger clattered to the forest floor and Edward landed in a crouched position, "I won't let you hurt him, Edward. I won't let you hurt my brother."

The feral elven wolf hissed, "How do you know me? How do you know my name?"

"We know David," the smaller of the men spoke up, "we know your mate..."

Edward's eyes filled with rage, "No! NO! My David is dead! 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒊𝒆!"

Edward remembered the horror of the day the castle fell. He remembered watching as one of the invaders had cut his David down, remembered the scream of pain. His David, the man who had trained him to use his powers. His David, the man who had become his partner. His David, the man he had stood before the old gods of the wood with and pledged his heart in wedded bliss. Davd had died to protect him and now these men were spreading lies. "No," the smaller of the two men shouted back, adamant, "We saw him! Tell him, Maddox, tell him we saw David!"

"He gave his life to protect me," Edward bared his teeth, ready for a fight, "he passed many moons ago."

"I 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 what I saw," the young man bared his own teeth, revealing pointed ones similar to Edward's own. Edward had been so wrapped up in his own thoughts, his own hunger, that he hadn't noticed the man's pointed ears or the fact that the smell he had caught earlier was both lupine and human.

𝗪𝗼𝗹𝗳. This man was a 𝘄𝗼𝗹𝗳.

Edward propelled himself at the young wolf, using his weight and strength to knock him off of his feet, "Liar!"

The larger of the two men, Maddox, leapt to his brothers defense with a snarl of his own. He had the elongated claw-like weapon that younger wolves used while in training, until they could get the hang of shifting in and out of their form on command. Edward barely had time to roll out of the way as the silver claws grazed him from behind. Edward bared his teeth, voice a growl, "Coward! Attacking from behind!"

Maddox knelt to help his brother up, before turning to faced Edward, "You will not attack my brother," Maddox's lip curled to show his teeth, claws at his side, "You will not hurt him, do you understand me? All we want is to bring you to David."

"I will fight when I need fight, especially when I know you lie to me," Edward growled.

"You 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙣𝙤𝙩 hurt 𝙢𝙮 Harlow!"

"I hunger, same as any animal," Edward hissed. He rushed the smaller, unarmed member of the duo, only for his elder brother to catch him. While Edward felt the claws digging into his forearms, he pressed forward through the pain. "You two lie. You 𝐋𝐈𝐄."

Harlow managed to sneak up behind Edward as Maddox held him in place. Blood dripped down Edward's arms, watering the forest floor, but he did not relent. Even as Harlow wrapped his arm around Edward's neck to cut off his airflow, Edward tried to fight. He dropped to one knee, eyes fluttering shut as he passed out. "We're not liars, Edward. And we're going to prove it."

[bluelockmaniac]

thinking about how your husband changes drastically when he’s had just a little too much to drink. his faint, whiny hiccups would escape his quivering lips, filling your ears with his intoxication as he leans against you. he reaches out to play with your hair, gently tugging at the strands and trailing undirected kisses along them as you bite your lip to suppress your giggles. he then brings his unsteady hands to your face, squishing your cheeks before pulling you closer, looking at you with glossy eyes—small hearts seemingly etched into his pupils.

"i wish y-you hic were mineee...."

"pftt—" you burst into a fit of laughter at his uncharacteristic neediness—you’ve always enjoyed it when he'd get drunk. after all, they say a drunk man's words are a sober man's thoughts. so, although he loves you an awful lot, he would never admit, while whining, how much he actually wants you. 

"i am yours though, sweetheart," you reassure him softly.

“oh, really? you are?” he raises his brows questionably, “well, that's good... i couldn't bear the thought of some other loser having you all to himself."

unbeknownst to him, however, is that you had recorded him during his moment of vulnerability. he was absolutely embarrassed and ashamed of himself when he had sobered up.

—

"y/n. delete that."

itoshi rin, kaiser, MIKAGE REO, barou, XIAO, kaveh, alhaitham, wriothesley, neuvillette, CHILDE, geto, megumi, BLADE, dan heng, dr ratio, aventurine, scaramouche

© 2024 bluelockmaniac — do not repost, copy, translate, modify, etc my work on any platform !

[maopll]

"Wait...you've been kissing the same spot!"

"You know very well why I am doing this dear"

It just started with a small information which you learned from some of your friends. They were bragging about how the moles and birthmarks in your body represent the places your past lover kissed you.

A harmless one right? you told it to your boyfriend and let's say he was feeling quite a mix of emotions then.

"I would like to see the places where you have those, you don't mind it, do you, my dear ?" Although his tone was gentle, his eyes were speaking a different tale. The emphasis on the word 'my dear' sent chills down your spine.

Not even a minute had passed from you showing him the moles and marks around your body, that he tackles them with ferverent yet soft kisses. As if he was trying to replace your past lovers trace with only his ...

"It is good to see that you had a past lover who clearly loved you a lot..." he looked at you through half lidded eyes

with a particularly rough kiss on the birthmark on your chest , he whispered

"But I'd rather you don't mention them again"

— wriothesley, NEUVILLETTE, ZHONGLI, diluc, CHILDE, AYATO, kaeya, alhaitham, VIL, MALLEUS, leona, AZUL, dan heng, BLADE, JING YUAN, luocha, dr ratio, sampo, diavolo, MAMMON, lucifer, satan, BEELZEBUB

tagging : @fictoculus @poison-demon @mitsvriii @pianopuppygirl @sleepy-waffle @falors @imhere2dosomething @moondrop-gummies @completelyshatteredbrokenmschf

© 2024 maopll. do not copy, repost or modify my work in any form

[wakacchi]

That guy is not as cool as you think he is..."( – ⌓ – )

We now know more about this OO!

Read more like this that I made with love on my ko-fi here~

[katyjane91]

Whenever I see the sheer love that people still have for My Chemical Romance, the way that they made a single piano note so recognizable, I think of this Cracked article from 2006 and laugh and laugh and laugh

[lowkeyren]

in which : alhaitham speaks to you in 5 different languages, unaware that you understand every word he says.

wc 7.3k (pls give it a chance lol), academic rivals to lovers, unrequited hate, attempt at humor, college au, denial + pinning.. crazy ik, he falls first (and harder), tw stalking by a drunkard, a genius on paper but a total dumbass when it comes to crushes, lil smau at the end!, ft. sumeru gang. art by @/gamegatchihaja on x.

ps. translations ay nasa maliliit na titik, katulad neto!!

ps. translations will be in small letters, like this!!

PROLOGUE: GOD I HATE THIS GUY! (DOES HE THINK IM STUPID?)

the semester is nearing its conclusion, and the imminent approach of finals marks the most critical period of the year; students rush through the halls, clutching their notes and textbooks like lifelines, while you pour every ounce of effort into your studies —not just for your grades, but also to surpass a certain arrogant scholar. 

alhaitham. 

the name tastes like spoiled milk on your tongue, a sour reminder of all the times he’s bested you, even if it’s just by a small margin, leaving you dumbfounded when the difference between your marks during the last exam was a mere 1%. 

you were groveling in front of your professor, “please, just round the marks up?” you could practically feel your dignity slipping away. and the worst part? you were so desperate that you started mentally calculating how many odd jobs you’d be willing to do just to sweeten the deal. 

(maybe you’ll help organize the office, run around the campus to buy him drinks every day, or even wipe down the windows of his car…)

disclaimer: he ultimately said no, but he did compliment your impeccable taste in coffee so, a win is a win? 

anyhow, alhaitham’s nonchalance only adds to your frustration, especially when he switches to a different language mid-conversation. it feels like he’s rubbing salt in your wounds, why of course you can understand him perfectly —after all, you aren’t majoring in linguistics for no reason, plus he's not the only one who’s fluent in multiple languages.

though you keep that to yourself, perhaps because the things he says in those languages, which he assumes you don’t understand, are far from innocent, unknowingly letting you have a glimpse into his true feelings. 

ACT I: WHOLEHEARTEDLY, I DETEST YOU. 

alhaitham would never fall in love —such irrational and illogical emotions held no value to him. 

that was what he always believed, but then he saw you. 

the way you laughed so unapologetically at cyno’s jokes, how you always stood firm by your beliefs, your refusal to compromise who you are; you were a breath of fresh air in a world that often felt stifling.

as much as he tries to act unfazed, he can't help the heat prickling his skin nor the way his composure falters just slightly in your presence. and when his heart raced for the first time in what felt like forever, he knew —he was completely, utterly screwed.

(“fix me, kaveh.” / “hah. who do you think i am, ‘y/n’?”)

when kaveh told him that he just had a simple “crush”, he nearly rolled his eyes so hard he thought they might get stuck there permanently.)

likewise, this ugly arrogant handsome bastard here, is one you’ll never fall in love with. 

he’s infuriating, completely insufferable, and yet there’s something about him, something hidden beneath that arrogance, that draws you in. the idea that you could ever fall for someone like him seems laughable, impossible even. he's exactly the kind of person you should avoid and you know better than to be charmed by someone like him. yet, there's that nagging feeling, deep down, that perhaps you’re not as immune to him as you think.

by some stroke of luck, you’re in the same major, same year, and even enrolled in the same lecture periods, which means you end up in the same place at the same time more often than not.

but you can’t deny that, in some twisted way, you admire him. his intellect is beyond impressive, even if it annoys you to admit it. so surely, in his eyes, you’re still inferior, and you often wonder if he even considers your ideas as worthy of attention.

(they are.)

ACT II: YOUR WATCHFUL EYES, I CAN’T IGNORE.

your pen glides across the pages as you jot down notes, fully absorbed in your studies, barely registering the faint sound of distant chatter.

unbeknownst to you, a group of students has gathered just outside the lecture hall, peeking in from the door with curious, amused expressions. they’re clearly there for you, exchanging glances and murmurs, waiting for the moment you step outside.

you don’t notice, but alhaitham, seated a few feet away, certainly does.

his eyes narrow slightly as he takes in the scene. he doesn’t say anything at first, but his jaw clenches ever so subtly. as you begin to pack up, you glance up to find him standing in front of you, his tall figure effectively blocking the group outside’s direct line of sight to you.

with a discreet glance over his shoulder, he shoots them a cold, unmistakable glare. they visibly shudder, seemingly getting the message as they awkwardly shuffle away. 

“what was that about?”

alhaitham leans against your desk, “nothing important,” his tone is dismissive, laced with irritation, his gaze still fixed on the now-empty doorway. 

you narrow your eyes, unimpressed. “really? you just scared them off for no reason?”

“just getting rid of some… distractions,” he says casually, turning his attention back towards you. you raise an eyebrow, clearly not believing his words. “distractions? they weren’t bothering me.” 

his expression remains impassive, “khi họ cứ để ý đến em như vậy… em thấy không phiền, còn tôi thì có.”

“seeing them constantly paying attention to you… you're not bothered by it, but i am.”

“bởi vì cái cách mà em chú tâm hoàn toàn vào một việc gì đó…  nó quyến rũ vô cùng.”

because the way you completely focus on something… is truly mesmerising.

you blink, feeling a momentary flush of confusion and surprise at the words slipping from his mouth. did he just—? but before you can fully process it, he continues.

“vậy nên tôi cũng không thể trách họ khi họ muốn nhìn em gần và lâu hơn được.”

so i don’t blame them when they want to look at you closer and longer.

his words linger in the air, a moment passes before it clicks —he doesn’t think you understand. that’s why he’s speaking so… freely; letting slip things he’d never say outright in a language you both speak fluently.

“nhưng mà… chắc không ai trong số bọn họ có thể sánh ngang với tôi, em nhỉ?”

but… none of them can compare to me, right?

your chest tightens as a surge of warmth courses through you. 

his detached attitude only fuels your irritation. but there’s also a certain satisfaction in knowing something he doesn’t: you’ve understood every single word he’s said.

feigning ignorance, you raise an eyebrow, meeting his gaze with what you hope is a neutral expression. "what are you going on about?" you ask.

his expression remains as stoic as ever, not a single crack in his mask. he simply shrugs, eyes still on you, "just telling you to focus more.”

your grip on the pen tightens, there's a part of you that wants to wipe that smug look off his face, to show him you're not as clueless as he assumes. but not yet —you’re curious to see just how far he’s willing to push.

"right," you mutter under your breath, tapping the pen against your notebook. "focus. got it."

he leans down slightly, one arm resting on the back of your chair while the other presses against the table, effectively caging you in.

"you're wasting time, finals are coming up." he takes a brief pause before continuing, "i wish you the best of luck, you’ll need it.”

your eyes snap up to him in a glare, “don’t you have somewhere to be?" you bite back.

alhaitham straightens, giving you a final glance before turning towards the door. “naturally, i have studying to do.”

“bởi vì tôi sẽ chứng minh cho em thấy rằng chỉ có tôi mới xứng tầm làm đối thủ học thuật của em, không một ai khác.”

because i will prove to you that only i am worthy of being your rival, no one else.

why did he frame it as if it’s a privilege only he can claim? or is he trying to… flatter you?!

you shake your head, no way, that’s ridiculous. finals are coming up, there’s no time to dwell on whatever mind games he’s playing. though if the almighty alhaitham wants a rival, then you’ll show him exactly what it means to stand at the pinnacle.

ACT III: IN MY DREAMS, I SCORED HIGHER THAN YOU.

you’re tired, the kind of tired that seeps deep into your bones. every blink stretches longer than the last and you find it increasingly difficult to focus on the words in front of you. stifling a yawn, you feel the pull of sleep tugging at you, whispering sweet promises of rest.

there’s still time till your next class.

maybe you'll take a moment to close your eyes, just for a few seconds…

did you not get enough sleep last night, or did you stay up late studying again? alhaitham watches silently from across the room, his eyes narrowing as your head droops lower, your exhaustion becoming painfully obvious with each passing second. his gaze lingers on the way your pen pauses mid-sentence, the line on your notebook trailing off as your hand grows heavy.

he pushes himself up from his seat, and approaches your desk; he notices the sunlight streaming through the window, harsh and unrelenting, hitting right over the table where you’re sitting. he looks at you —eyes closed, with the faintest crease of discomfort on your brow.

without a word, he reaches out and slips the pen from your grip, the slight shift causing your fingers to twitch, but you don’t wake. 

for a fleeting second, he considers waking you. but then, as you shift again, settling more comfortably into your chair, he decides against it. what good would that do, anyway? you’d probably just brush him off and keep going until you collapse from sheer fatigue. typical.

instead, he adjusts his stance slightly, positioning himself just right to make sure the sunlight is fully blocked from your face, casting you in a cool shadow. 

you mumble something incoherent, and he can’t help but roll his eyes at your state. did you really think burning yourself out like this would help you focus?

“stubborn,” he mutters under his breath. 

you're always like this, pushing yourself past your limits, and while part of him respects your determination to outdo him, he won’t allow it to come at the expense of your health.

you stir from your slumber, lifting your head, your gaze lands on a familiar figure standing to the side of your table. his back turned, facing the sunlight that streams in from the window. 

alhaitham. 

he’s close, so close that his broad shoulders completely block out the sunlight from the window. the sight sends a rush of confusion through your already sleep-addled mind. did he… stand there the whole time? why? 

you shift slightly in your seat, your movement catching his attention. without turning, he speaks in that low, steady tone of his, “you’re awake.”

“alhaitham?” you murmur, your voice still thick with sleep.

he glances over his shoulder, just enough for you to catch a glimpse of the calm expression on his face. “you’ve been out for a while,” he comments, a hint of amusement in his voice. “i was starting to think you’d sleep through your next class.”

you rub the sleep from your eyes, “why didn’t you wake me up then?”

his shoulders shift slightly as he shrugs, still facing away from you. “you looked like you needed the rest. besides, it’s more entertaining to see how long you’d stay asleep.”

a flicker of annoyance courses through you as you roll your eyes, “oh, so you mean you care?”

he turns slightly, and you can see a hint of a smirk on his lips. “don’t read too much into it. i just prefer my competition functioning at their best.”

you wish you could roll your eyes harder because this man has an uncanny talent for grating on your nerves while somehow being insufferably charming at the same time.

“ah yes —because you need me to keep up with you,” you remark sarcastically.

“exactly.” you let out an exasperated sigh as you lean back in your chair. “you really think so highly of yourself, don’t you?”

“mushiro, kimi no koto o hijō ni takaku hyōka shiteiru yo.”

if anything, i think highly of you. 

your brows knit together in surprise, and you can’t help but scoff. “what was that? i didn't catch it.”

“i said i won’t go easy on you.” oh, the audacity. he’s lying again, and he knows it.

the corners of your mouth twitch in disbelief as you scrutinise his expression. there’s that familiar glimmer in his eyes, a spark of mischief that tells you he’s enjoying this too much.

“whatever,” you retort, crossing your arms defiantly. “not like i want you to anyway.”

despite your words, you can't deny that his actions earlier were surprisingly endearing. you wonder how long he intends to keep this up. perhaps it’s time you let him know.

“ii ne, kimi ga iraira shite iru toki wa kawaiikara.”

good, because you’re cute when you’re all riled up.

you feel a blush creep into your cheeks at his words, okay maybe you shouldn’t let him know. you instinctively look away, as if avoiding his gaze can help you regain your composure.

cute? what does he mean “cute”?! he thinks he can get away with calling you cute —well… well, there’s not much you can do about it, you’re not ready to confront him about this either.

the mere thought of asking him directly makes your stomach twist with a year’s worth of embarrassment. yet, as you try to refocus on the book in front of you, you find yourself biting your lip, struggling to suppress a smile that threatens to break free.

ACT IV: I WOKE UP TODAY, AND A DREAM CAME TRUE.

the hallway buzzes with excitement as students gather around the large announcement board, eager to see the results of their theses. you push through the crowd, heart pounding, the low hum of chatter filling your ears. 

when you reach the front, you quickly scan the list; the moment your eyes land on your name, your breath catches in your throat.

there it is, in bold red ink at the top of the board —a score higher than you’d ever hoped for, higher than his. and your name, on top of his.

alhaitham.

you glance over and spot him approaching the board, approaching you. his expression is, as always, unreadable. but you know him well enough by now to catch the slight pause in his movements, the brief moment where his eyes linger just a second too long on the board.

you try not to think too much about it as you collect your thesis, with alhaitham following closely behind, his fingers nearly grazing yours as you both sift through the stack of papers on the table.

you take in the glowing praise from your professor, each word making you feel like every all-nighter was worth it. you clutch the paper, resisting the urge to grin like an idiot. 

glancing sideways, you wait for him to say something, maybe some backhanded comment, but he remains silent. your eyes meet, and there’s a shift in his gaze as the usual sharpness in his eyes dulls ever so slightly, your smile lingering like the first light of dawn breaking through the night's embrace.

it’s subtle —just a flicker —but you catch how his gaze falters, softening, if only for a heartbeat. the edges of his stare blur, drawn to the warmth of your expression as though it’s something he hadn’t meant to witness, yet can’t look away from. 

at this moment,

"looks like i finally beat you," you say, not bothering to suppress the grin spreading across your face now.

he feels like

there’s no scowl, no sign of frustration —just the slightest raise of an eyebrow. “hmm. by a point.” he pauses, studying you for a second longer than necessary before returning his gaze to his paper. “enjoy it while it lasts.”

he's in heaven.

it’s as if he’s not bothered by the outcome at all. in fact, if anything, he seems... satisfied?

"hindi dapat ganito kalala ang epekto ng ngiti mo sa akin."

your smile shouldn't affect me this badly.

“—huh?” your mouth drops slightly open at his words; out of everything, you didn’t expect him to say that. it catches you off guard, making your heart race just a little faster. if you peer closely enough, you might catch a glimpse of the gentle arch of his lips, a ghost of a smile. 

the silence stretches on for a beat too long before he clears his throat and shifts his gaze away from you. “ang iyong ngiti ang pinakamagandang tanawin ng aking araw.”

your smile is the most beautiful sight of my day.

“what?” the word slips from your lips, barely a breath, a soft gasp that hangs in the air. it feels almost surreal and you wonder if you’ve misheard him.

each heartbeat thunders in your ears, a rhythm that matches the erratic flutter in your chest. why is he saying these things, what for in a different language…? there’s no way that he—

"—tulad mo na ang hinangad ko na ligawan, ngunit sa bawat ngiti mo, halip ay mas lalo akong nahulog para sayo."

—like you, who i wish to court, but with every smile, i instead found myself falling for you. 

your breath hitches as your heart stumbles, the implications of his words washing over you like a wave. a rush of heat floods your cheeks, “what… did you say?”

his shoulders stiffen, and there’s a subtle tension in the way his fingers curl against the paper he’s holding. “see you tomorrow, [name],” he mutters, his voice low but hurried, and before you know it, he’s already walking away.

two strange things happened today: 

1. you finally beat your sworn enemy!

2. said enemy… complimented you? 

huh, it’s as if the words slipped out before he could catch them, as if he’s been holding them in for far too long, as if… you notice the way his neck reddens, even as he turns away.

behind the door, alhaitham lets out a quiet breath.

“gago… nagkamali ba ako?”

stupid… did i make a mistake?

to his dismay, an annoyingly familiar voice cuts through the silence. kaveh, who had been waiting just down the hall, notices him standing there, a little too still. 

“oh, what do we have here?" there's a slight pause, followed by a raised eyebrow. "is that—no way, your face is red!” kaveh teases, amusement dancing in his eyes. “what happened there?" he leans in, clearly enjoying himself. "come on, spill the tea..!” 

"not a chance," alhaitham retorts, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms defensively.

just then, kaveh spots cyno and tighnari; grinning, he waves them over. “what’s going on? did alhaitham finally crack under pressure?”

alhaitham would rather reorganise the entire library than listen to kaveh recount what happened.

“i’m leaving.” 

"no, i'm afraid you're not getting out of this one.” cyno steps forward, blocking alhaitham’s path; and tighnari, who has been quietly observing till now, chimes in, “don’t leave us hanging.”

“you’re outnumbered.” 

alhaitham sighs and shakes his head. he hadn’t even thought it was physically possible for him, of all people, to do something as ridiculous as blushing —until today.

(on the other side of the door, their banter echoes through, and you can’t help but chuckle to yourself at alhaitham’s misery.)

ACT V: PLAUSIBLE DENIABILITY, YOU SAY? BUT EVERYONE CALLS IT FLIRTING.

“i think alhaitham likes [name].”

the whole table falls silent before kaveh dramatically slams his glass down on the table, causing a splash of alcohol to spill over the edge. “oh finally, it’s so obvious! have you all seen the way he looks at them?” 

across the table, tighnari taps his fingers absentmindedly on his notebook, his attention only half on kaveh’s (incoming) rant but clearly invested enough, as shown by the slight twitching of his ears, to be listening. 

cyno snickers, “you’re telling me the man who can dissect any philosophical argument can’t handle a little crush? that’s rich.”

kaveh waves a hand dismissively. “come on! remember that time they were partnered up for a project? he was so... uncharacteristically patient! i’d almost say it’s cute if it weren’t alhaitham we’re talking about!”

right, it’d be almost endearing —if it weren’t coming from the most stoic, intimidatingly aloof guy in the entire school. it’d be adorable —if it weren’t alhaitham, who instinctively covers the corner of your table with his hand when you drop your pencil, ensuring you won’t hit your head as you bend down to retrieve it.

oh, you don’t notice (of course not). but your friend dehya, sitting nearby, catches the whole scene out of the corner of her eye. she raises an eyebrow, nudging the girl beside her. 

(“candace, do you see that shit.” / “yeah.”)

“a soft spot for [name], you say? well, i’ve got a story of my own, too.” cyno glances around, ensuring no one else is within earshot, then lowers his voice conspiratorially.  “have you noticed? he doesn’t wear his earphones when he’s around them.”

kaveh pipes up, nodding eagerly.

“he’s got those earphones practically glued to his head, he doesn’t hear anything he doesn’t want to, and he certainly doesn’t talk unless he’s forced to. but around them?” cyno pauses, pretending to think for a while. “not once. he’ll put them away entirely, like he’s actually willing to be… present.”

sure it’s small, subtle, the kind of habit no one would pick up on unless they were looking closely. but to anyone who knew alhaitham well, it tells them more than words ever could. 

for him, actions speak louder than words, even if he often doesn’t realise the meaning behind his own gestures.

his earphones slide down, resting forgotten around his neck, all so he can be close enough to catch the delightful lilt of your laughter. his chair inches a fraction closer, seemingly by accident. a subtle upward twitch at the corner of his mouth, so fleeting and often passing so quickly if one weren’t paying attention.

for him, it’s a language without words.

dehya laughs softly. "for someone who supposedly ‘doesn’t like being bothered,’ he sure seems invested in whatever [name] has to say."

and what sealed their suspicions? 

definitely the time when kaveh complimented nilou’s new bracelet. he glanced over at the man beside him, nudging him lightly. “what do you think?”

alhaitham gave the bracelet a cursory glance, before replying, “it’s nice.” though his gaze flickered back; and almost absently, he added after a pause, “[name] has the same one too.”

oh… oh? well that was oddly specific. kaveh’s eyebrow quirked as he fought to suppress a grin.

alhaitham had noticed a detail seemingly insignificant about [name] —the kind of thing he never cared to show the slightest interest in when it came to anyone else.

the glint in nilou’s eyes seemed to mirror kaveh’s unspoken thoughts, silently agreeing with his suspicions.  

now they’re certain —100% sure, in fact —that alhaitham has a crush on you.

“well, speak of the devil… lovely seeing you here, alhaitham,” kaveh quips. tighnari, ever observant, gives him a pointed look. “your jacket’s missing.”

“someone took it,” alhaitham replies, his tone as composed as always, giving nothing away.

—nothing until you walked past. draped over your shoulders, unmistakable, is alhaitham’s jacket. you don’t notice the way every pair of eyes follows you, or the way kaveh barely stifles a triumphant laugh.

...make that 110%.

(translation: he means he borrowed his jacket because [name] was cold.)

ACT VI: IT’S YOU, WHO COMES TO MY RESCUE. 

the quiet night hangs heavy, the road empty and bathed in the dim glow of distant streetlights. you weave through the streets, but no matter how many twists and turns you take, that weirdo just won’t leave you alone.  

he’s been trailing behind you for blocks now, his persistence grating on your nerves, cornering you with endless “compliments” and invasive questions. you’ve tried to shake him off, but his determination far exceeds your patience.

"come on, just give me a chance," he insists, stepping closer, a little too close for comfort. you take a step back. the smell of alcohol reeks from his breath, and his grin is making your skin crawl. 

"i told you, i’m not interested," you say firmly, keeping your voice steady, but the panic was starting to creep in. you glance at the empty bottle in his hand —he’s definitely drunk out his mind.

“you sure?" he completely ignores your clear discomfort. "how about you just give me your number, yeah?" he slurs out.

"no, i have a boyfriend." you lie through your teeth, hoping that would be enough to make him back off.

unfortunately, he’s as insufferable as he is persistent.

he snorts dismissively, "yeah, right. a boyfriend? you’re just playing hard to get."

you sigh, you aren’t in the mood for this, not here, not now, and especially not with someone like him. "i already told you, i have a boyfriend," your voice now tinged with frustration. "so please, just leave me alone.”

"oh, don't be like that," he steps in front of you, blocking your way. "prove it. call your boyfriend. show me you’re not lying."

your heart races as the man reaches out for you, dodging his hand, you take the chance to look behind him for an escape. just then, you see an all-too-familiar figure in the distance. 

alhaitham. 

you barely manage to suppress a relieved sigh as you wave frantically in his direction. he spots you almost immediately and without hesitation, he rushes over.

"what, this your boyfriend?" the guy sneers with derision, still sounding a little too cocky for someone who was about to get a reality check.

alhaitham steps beside you, you can feel his eyes on you for just a brief moment, the faintest flicker of worry flashing across his face. it’s subtle, almost imperceptible, but you catch it—and it makes your chest tighten.

his voice is low, unmistakably carrying a warning, "yes, i’m their boyfriend. and if you don’t want things to escalate, i suggest you leave." 

the man’s face twists as anger flares in his bloodshot eyes. he takes a step forward, his grip tightening around the neck of the bottle, the glass slightly cracking. "you think you can tell me what to do?" he slurs, gaze wild and unfocused. “y-you think you’re some kind of saviour? *hic* a-and you! how… how dare you reject me?!”

alhaitham doesn’t move, his expression cold and unbothered, and that only seems to make the man angrier. his frustration boils over, and with a snarl, he clumsily swings the bottle in his hand, aggressively lurching towards your direction. 

the world seems to slow for a moment. though before you can even react, alhaitham pulls you firmly behind him with one swift motion, his other arm instinctively rising to shield the both of you from the blow. the sound of glass meeting his forearm is sharp and jarring —you can hear the high-pitched tinkle of glass scattering, the jagged shards bouncing off the pavement, and some skittering across the ground.

but he doesn’t even flinch, his stance unwavering as the man stumbles back, glass crunching underfoot. you’re still frozen from shock, your heart racing in your chest as you watch the scene unfold. 

“big mistake,” he starts, and the man visibly falters. “harassment, assault —keep this up, and you’ll regret every choice that brought you here tonight.”

the man shifts around, clearly disoriented. his eyes dart between you and alhaitham, but it’s clear that the fight’s already left him. “you— you can’t do this!” the man stammers, trying to regain some semblance of courage; unfortunately for him, the tremor in his voice is unmistakable. 

“do you really want to find out?” alhaitham asks, to which the man shakes his head vigorously. “get lost,” he mutters. the man, looking more pathetic than threatening now, quickly stumbles away, mumbling incoherent curses under his breath.

you’re breathless, still clutching the edge of his jacket, fingers trembling slightly as the adrenaline courses through you. 

"are you alright?"

you nod, forcing a small, unconvincing smile."yeah... i’m fine. thanks to you." 

alhaitham’s eyes narrow slightly, scanning you for any sign of injury. you follow his gaze instinctively, glancing down at yourself. that’s when you notice it —not on you, but on him.

streaks of red stain his forearm, where jagged shards of glass must have cut him during the confrontation. the gash bleeds steadily, a dark line of blood seeping through the fabric of his jacket.

"wait," you breathe, your heart sinking. "you're bleeding."

your stomach twists with guilt.

"why didn’t you say anything?" you exclaim.

he shakes his head, a dismissive gesture that does nothing to ease the knot forming in your stomach. "it’s nothing," he says, but the slight furrow in his brow and the tension in his jaw betray his words.

"nothing?" you fix him with a hard glare. "idiot… you just blocked a glass bottle with your arm, don’t try to downplay this."  

you grab his sleeve, tugging it gently but firmly, the fabric sliding beneath your fingers as you pull it up. “—and unless you think an infection is ‘nothing’, you’ll let me take care of this."  

"hold still," you murmur as you settle beside him on the couch, your supplies spread across the coffee table in front of you.

the scent of antiseptic fills the air as you take a disinfectant wipe and gently dab it against the gash. the sting of the alcohol makes him flinch slightly, but he doesn’t pull away. you mutter a soft apology, your movements slow and deliberate as you try to be as gentle as you can.

you open a tube of ointment, squeezing a small amount onto your finger before smoothing it carefully along the edges of the cut. the cool gel glides over his skin, and you can feel the tension in his arm ease ever so slightly under your touch.

“nǐ zhème guān xīn wǒ, huì ràng wǒ wù huì de.”

if you care so much about me, i might misunderstand you.

your fingers pause briefly, the words catching you off guard. you glance up at him, but he only averts his gaze, his eyes remaining fixed on a distant spot beyond the room.

misunderstand? misunderstand what, exactly?

the bandage wraps securely around his arm as you smooth it into place. as you tuck the end of the bandage, his voice comes again, just as soft, but no less clear. 

“—wù huì nǐ duì wǒ yǒu gǎn jué.”

"—misunderstand that you have feelings for me."

your brain short-circuits, and in your shock, your hands jerk. in turn, the bandage tightens way too much, causing him to wince and tense up. before you can apologise, he lets out a light chuckle.

“suǒ yǐ nǐ dān xīn wǒ… nǐ shì bù shì gù yì ràng rén xīn dòng de?”

“so you're worried about me… are you purposely trying to make my heart race?”

his words only make you more flustered, and you find yourself fumbling to fix the bandage. “i’m sorry! i didn’t mean to—”

his chuckle only grows softer, and you catch the glint of amusement in his eyes. “it’s fine.”

you quickly finish adjusting the bandage, trying to focus on anything other than how your heart is now racing. (ironically) 

“you seem flustered,” he comments casually, as if he isn’t the one who just made your head spin. “did i say something wrong?”

you shake your head quickly, hoping to hide the flush creeping up your neck. "no, not at all.”

his lips twitch into the faintest hint of a smirk.

"nǐ bù bì yǎn shì, wǒ xǐ huān nǐ hài xiū de yàng zǐ, tǐng kě ài de.”

“you don’t have to hide it. i like seeing your flustered expression, it’s quite cute.”

(oh this bastard!!!!)

you try to speak, but the words get stuck in your throat. what do you say when someone’s teasing you so openly —and they think you don’t even realise it?

after a long moment, he stands, “it’s getting late, i should get going.” alhaitham gives you a small, almost imperceptible nod, his eyes meeting yours for a brief moment —and there it was, that trace of softness reserved only for you.

he heads toward the door, you watch him, feeling a strange sense of emptiness when he turns away.

“i’ll see you,” he pauses. "...and thank you for tending to me."

you watch him leave, the door clicking softly behind him, and the silence settles back into the room.

you blink, taking a deep breath. what a rollercoaster of a day. yawning, you turn to start tidying up, but your eyes land on something on the couch.

it’s his jacket, draped over the armrest. you notice a tear on the sleeve, just where his injured forearm had been. what truly catches your attention, however, is a folded piece of paper slipping out of the pocket. 

intrigued, you unfold it, revealing his neat, precise handwriting. 

ACT VII: THE SECRET I’VE ALWAYS KNOWN. 

To [Name],  I once believed you to be little more than a nuisance. A bright, well-meaning nuisance, no doubt, but a nuisance nonetheless. One who seemed intent only on striving for perfection, always seeking to best me at every turn, not out of malice but out of some earnest desire to prove your worth. In my arrogance, I mistook your relentless pursuit for a need for recognition, as if you sought my attention in some petty rivalry. Though very quickly, you made me think otherwise.  You saw the world differently, you also saw me differently. You didn’t treat me with the reverence others seemed to, nor did you shy away from challenging me. You refused to be seen as anything other than yourself; and that, in itself, was what made me admire you —what made me long to understand you more. Now, I find that I am standing with half a heart and an emptiness I never knew I could feel, because you showed me what it truly means to crave something more, something I never thought I deserved. You may think I’m a coward for not expressing my feelings more directly, perhaps you are right. I am a coward for fearing to lay bare the vulnerability of my heart. But even in my cowardice, know that my thoughts have always been of you.  If you have seen through my silence and hesitation, if you understand my actions when my words fail me, then perhaps you have already known this truth. I care for you, more deeply than I can fully express. Though I may never be able to say these things as openly as I wish, I’d like you to know that my actions have always been my confession. Even now, I’m still a coward for you. So please, if you decide to give me a chance, I’ll be waiting at nightfall. Helplessly,  Alhaitham. 

you absentmindedly trace the edges of the letter with your fingers while your eyes skim over his writing for the nth time, the ink seeming to blur together with your thoughts as you try to process everything. your fingers curl around the fabric of his jacket, a foolish smile creeping onto your face.

tomorrow’s nightfall feels impossibly far away, yet you can’t wait for it. 

alhaitham lays on his bed, his arm aches slightly from the injury, but it’s nothing he can’t ignore. plus, the bandage you had carefully wrapped around his arm is enough to keep the discomfort at bay. 

(originally, he had only planned to meet you, slip you the note, and be on his way. things didn’t go exactly to plan, but either way, he hopes you’ve read it by now.)

of all the possibilities, he’s never accounted for the one he’d be at mercy of his own emotions; he had always prided himself on his rationality, his restraint. but now? he’s reckless, absurd, foolish even —he can admit that to himself. but he finds he doesn’t care in the slightest.

for as much as he is a coward in your presence, he is just as much a fool in your absence.

ACT VIII: UNDER THE RAIN, I HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY. 

“alhaitham isn’t really an expressive person, so don’t worry if he comes off as distant or uninterested. it’s not that he doesn’t care, he just… shows it differently.”

ah well, ‘differently’ indeed.

“—most importantly, alhaitham doesn’t waste time on people he doesn’t care about, so you must mean a lot to him.”

maybe you didn’t mind how your heart raced when you heard that.

“don’t fuss over it [name], you’ll know when he’s in love.”

how so? 

if he was in love, what would it look like? would you be able to tell, or would it be just another one of those things you had to catch on to?

you wrapped the his jacket tighter around yourself, a faint smile tugging at your lips. it wasn’t the answers to those questions that mattered, but asking them in the first place —that was what made you realize you already knew all along.

the evening air is cool against your skin; a gentle breeze stirs the trees, their leaves rustling quietly, and your heart beats louder than ever, urging you forward.

in the distance, you spot him, standing still in the dim light. and without a second thought, you quicken your pace.

“haitham.”

the sound of your voice catches his attention as he turns to face you; you can’t help but notice how his gaze flickers down for just a moment, his eyes taking in on how his jacket looks on you, before meeting yours. 

his posture is unnervingly perfect, rigid almost to the point of stiffness …is he nervous?

“hey,” he finally says, clearing his throat. “there’s something i need to tell you… though you’ve probably already figured it out. you’ve always been sharp.” 

“i… ” he falters, and it’s the first time you see him hesitate. “i’m not sure how to put it… since i’m not exactly great at this.”

you tilt your head, subtly urging him to continue. 

“but you’ve managed to make me care about things i never thought i would. and now i can’t seem to stop thinking about it —about you.” his voice lowers, softer now, but there’s a rawness there that’s unmistakable.

“i’m telling you this now, because not saying it... doesn’t feel right anymore."

suddenly, you feel a soft mist that barely kisses your skin, a slight chill against your cheeks, then a few tiny drops,  until they start to gather in your hair, the beads of water slipping down the back of your neck, but you don't move. neither does he.

his hair is damp, sticking to his forehead, droplets trailing down his temple. his clothes cling to his frame, soaked by the rain, yet his attention remains solely on you.

“[name], i am irrevocably in love with you.”

you stand there, the rain falling relentlessly around you, the pitter-patter mirroring the frantic beat of your heart. the water trails down his face, but it’s hard to tell if it’s just the rain, or something else.

his lips part, as though he wants to say more, but the words seem caught in the storm, swallowed up by the downpour. the rain is cold, but his gaze? his gaze feels impossibly warm. 

it’s only when you feel the dampness of his jacket beneath your fingers, that the words finally come. “you don’t need to convince me of that.”

you take a step closer, and for a moment, the world outside seems to disappear.

“i’ve known,” you add. “but hearing you say it,” you pause, allowing yourself a small smile, “makes all the difference.”

reaching up, your fingers graze his damp skin as you gently push a wet strand of hair from his forehead, the warmth of your touch lingering against his cool skin. 

“'uhibuk aydan, alhaitham.”

i love you too, alhaitham.

a single droplet slides down his cheek, tracing the line of his jaw before falling to the soaked fabric of his collar. another follows. and then another. his breath catches in his throat, and a shaky exhale leaves his mouth.

you wrap your arms around him, and he sinks into your embrace, his hair tickling your cheeks, as his chest rises and falls against yours.

“you’re gonna make me cry too, idiot,” you murmur, burying your face in his chest, your eyes glassy. “you really are a fool,” you tease softly, a slight smile playing on your lips. “but only for me.”

slowly, his hands rise, trembling slightly, until they cup your cheeks, gently stroking it. 

“la yujad 'ahad akhar 'urid 'an 'akun 'ahmaq min 'ajlihi.”

there’s no one else i’d ever want to be a fool for.

his palms are surprisingly warm despite the weather. his thumb grazes your cheekbone as he leans in, and the world falls away —nothing but the warmth of his presence and the soft press of his lips against yours.

“this is my first time in ten years seeing this guy cry! can you believe it?!” kaveh whisper-shouts, peeking out from behind the shrub. 

nodding along, cyno agrees, poking his head out just right below the blond’s. “[name] is truly exceptional. though i must say, seeing alhaitham cry is quite tear-rifying.”

kaveh rolls his eyes in exasperation. “ugh, you and your puns.” he mutters under his breath while zooming in on his phone, which is currently recording the whole scene.

“quiet down, you two!” a voice hisses from behind them —tighnari, face flushed with panic. “they’re literally right there, and you’re making more noise than a herd of goats.”

“relax, we’re out of their line of sight anyway!” kaveh raises his phone higher, almost giddily, eyes glued to the screen. “and damn this is a good angle.”

tighnari exhales sharply, “you’re incorrigible.”

“look who’s talking,” cyno raises an eyebrow at tighnari… who’s also peeking out from behind the bush. (what a hypocrite)

…

“they kissed oh my g—” kaveh’s voice rises in disbelief, but cyno quickly covers his mouth with a swift hand. the three of them scramble to duck behind the bush just as you turn to glance in their direction.

(“is that… senior kaveh?” you squint your eyes, “cyno, and tighnari?” 

alhaitham clears his throat before glancing over at his friends with a deadpan expression. “yes and unfortunately, they’re very invested in my personal life. so please don’t mind them."

you laugh, finding the whole situation a bit too amusing. “not in the slightest, but i’m sure they’ll never let you hear the end of it.”)

EPILOGUE: IN EVERY LANGUAGE, I HEAR LOVE YOU.

“how long?”

you blink, feigning confusion. “how long what?”

alhaitham’s eyes narrow slightly, an expression you know well. “how long have you understood everything i’ve been saying?”

you bite back a smile and offer a small shrug, “...ever since you started?” 

his lips press into a thin line, and for a moment, you can’t tell if he’s upset or impressed. then, he sighs, almost amused. “and you let me embarrass myself all this time?”

“you were being honest,” you shrug, a smirk forming. “plus i knew you’d figure it out eventually.”

he huffs a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “may ideya ka ba kung ano ginawa mo?"

do you have any idea what you’ve done?

"mas lalong umibig sakin?"

made you fall in love with me even more?

you tease, but there’s a tenderness in your voice that softens the edge of your words.

“yes, and you really are insufferable,” he mutters with no malice. his tone is different now. softer. warmer, even.

you lean in slightly, a playful glint in your eyes. “that’s not what i heard you say before.” your fingers graze the skin of his cheek before you tenderly pinch it, giggling softly at the reaction you provoked.

in one smooth motion, he catches your hand before you can pull away and tugs you towards him, closing the distance between you in a heartbeat. you tilt your head back to meet alhaitham’s gaze.

you’ve often thought he’s the most-perfect boyfriend, undeniably handsome in every way —but there’s really just one flaw: his height.

“ugh, you’re too tall," you grumble, rubbing the back of your neck. "i’m having a neck sore just looking at you."

he quirks an eyebrow at your sudden words. “you could use a stepstool.” 

"or," you counter, "you could get on your knees and save me the trouble.”

he slowly lets out a breath, his lips curling ever so slightly. 

“'akida, 'antaziri hataa 'ashtari alkhatama.”

sure, just wait till i buy the ring.

"wh—" 

he crosses his arms, "what’s wrong? isn’t that what people expect when someone gets on their knees?"

you roll your eyes, half-smiling. "fine, then i’ll eagerly wait for that day.”

his gaze softens as his hand reaches up, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face; his eyes drop to your lips for a moment, and you know what’s coming even before he speaks.

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MASTERLIST.

[danijaci]

"jealous, jealous, jealous boyy.." ft. diluc

bro was discombobulated

[nomohmoss]

in an empty hall drops of water sound like applause

[erabu-san]

One of their first camp together

[miyaz6ki]

imagining kinich w s/o but ajaw has a teeny tiny crush on them

"then the great dragonlord k'uhul ajaw!- mmhmm.." the small pixel-like saurian starts to hum with relief, anger slowly slipping away as you scratched under his chin.

"how about you excuse kinich this one time?" a sweet smile dances across your lips as ajaw inevitably gave in.

"fine, since my favorite human asked me to do such." the word favorite being emphasized greatly, a stingy glare given to your boyfriend—kinich.

"didn't we meet first? actually no, on second thought- aren't they my partner?"

"hmph, such a lowly human doesn't ddddeserve such a regal being, like (name) here." pixels, and particles flew. a huff from the 8-bit little dragon.

you couldn't help let out a chuckle, a hum coming from ajaw. "I made them laugh!" he almost in a new sense of pride. beating kinich at something.

kinich simply sighed, making you laugh even more. "ha ha very funny. but don't forget whose significant other this is."

kinich leaned in to place the prettiest little peck on your cheekbone. almost forgetting you both were in public, trailing kisses down your neck.

"kin'.. c'mon not nowwww.." "mmm, I know.." a smirk crosses his lips, so close to begging you for more, till a little SOMEONE decided to speak.

"the great dragonlord, k'uhul ajaw, will allow your.. 'sarcasm'.. because OUR significant other—" "who said you were included you little jerk?!"

[mystic-story-lover]

~I Don't Share What's Mine~

Ace Austin x Zoe (OC Female!Reader)

Word Count: 2386

Warnings: 18+, swearing, penetration, male orgasm, female orgasm

Type: Angst & Smut

Summary: After a successful defense against Subculture, Ace shows his girlfriend exactly who she belongs to

A/n: I had an idea for this story, but ended up changing it to this, which I honestly feels works better

(Gif Is Mine)

~~~

“Mark!” I squealed, running over to my best friend.

“Zoe! There you are, I’ve been looking all over this place looking for you.” He laughed as he wrapped his arms around my small frame. Once he let go, I took a step back.

It’d been roughly six months since I last saw Mark. Due to both of us having busy schedules with work, it wasn’t always easy to find a time that both of us had off in order to see each other.

“How have things been?” I questioned, a wide smile laying across my face.

“Things are going great. We’re going after tag belts as you know.” He laughed as I playfully smacked his chest. “Seriously, things are good for me. How about you Z?”

“I’d say things are going good. Ace and I are doing really well, and he’s going to kick your ass tonight.” Mark rolled his eyes at my statement.

“We’ll just have to see. Hey, it’s almost time for our match, want to walk with me?” The question, one so simple coming from someone I grew up with, lingered for half a second.

“She can’t, cause she’ll be walking with her boyfriend. You know, one half of the tag champs.” A familiar voice spoke from behind me, and I saw Mark raise his hands in surrender.

I sighed, shaking my head, and turned around to spot the one and only Ace Austin behind me. From the look on his face, I knew that he was irritated, but he had nothing to be upset about. Mark had been my best friend since we were kids, and nothing had ever happened between us. 

“Hey babe,” I smiled up at him. “I was just finishing my conversation with my best friend, and then I’ll be ready to go.” He jaw ticked at my sentence, but I didn’t care. He needed to know that I was all his, and I’d prove it to him. Without saying anything else, I turned around again to see Dani appeared next to Mark.

“Hey Dani, it’s good to see you. As I was going to say though Mark, as great as it would be, so we could catch up, it’s become a tradition for me and Ace to walk with each other to the curtain.” I smiled softly, a silent apology.

Ace quickly wrapped his arms around my waist, another way to show that I was his, and I squirmed in his arms. For a slight second, he tightened his grip on me, one of our many silent messages to each other, this one telling me that my wiggling was in an awkward position for him, especially before a match. I stopped, leaning my head into his chest, and raised one of my hands to place it gently on his face.

“There you are man, I’ve been looking for you.” Chris Bey, Ace’s tag team partner, sighed, a smile clear on his face. It was obvious that he wasn’t aware of the tension passing between the four of us.

“Sorry man, I didn't mean to worry you. I just had to find my girl.” Ace spoke before leaning down and placing a kiss on my lips. I ran my hand along the side of his face, happy to feel his lips on mine.

An awkward cough came from the side, startling me, and causing Ace to laugh mid kiss. Using my other hand, I playfully tapped his thigh, and he laughed again. From all the laughing, he pulled apart, and I frowned at him.

“I’m sorry, you’re just so cute when you’re startled.” He smiled at me, and I smiled back, happy to see him like this. I loved seeing him like this, a smile spread across his face, one that truly reached his eyes.

“You’re lucky that you’re cute.” I sighed dramatically causing him to pout his lips. “I love you, Ace.” 

“I love you too Zoe, and I always will.” He leaned down again, placing a small peck on my lips.

“That’s cute, but can we go? If you make me miss our mark because you’re flirting I’m going to defend these belts without you.” Chris groaned, starting to turn away from us even before he had an answer. I laughed, knowing that if we didn’t follow, there was a small chance he really would defend by himself.

Without saying anything else, Ace stepped to the right of me, and grabbed my hand. Just as we did every time one of us had a match, we walked hand in hand to the guerilla, and Ace spun me before pulling me into his chest. He placed a gentle kiss on my forehead, another thing we’d done before matches recently. I smiled, and laid my head on his chest, a content sigh leaving me. Before I could move, the SUBCULTURE theme started to play, and I knew that Ace would need to get in position, since he was going out within the next minute. Once I was off his chest and out of the way, Ace bounced around for a second, and shook out any nerves he had. 

“Good luck, and give me a too sweet.” I spoke, holding up my hand, and the guys did the same. As we pulled away, their music played, and the three of us began to walk out of the curtain. Tonight, I was to walk out with them, just to play defense, especially since SUBCULTURE were bringing Dani with them. When we reached the ring, Ace threw up the sign again, bringing it to my lips, and I kissed his fingers, just like I’d done every time I came out with them. 

~~~

“Here are your winners, and still your Impact world tag team champions, The ABC!” I cheered, sliding into the ring. Instantly, Ace picked me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist before tucking my face into his neck. I placed a soft kiss on his shoulder, a signal to tell him I was proud of him, and I pulled my head back. They raised their arms, belts in hand, and celebrated for a small second. Chris reached over and took Ace’s belt, and Ace set me down.

We walked to the ropes, and the guys gave me the chance to step out first, Ace following right behind me. Once he was on the ground, he picked me back up, and we walked up the ramp. When we got to the top of the ramp, Chris handed me Ace’s belt, and smiled at me. Once we were behind the curtain, I expected Ace to set me down so he could celebrate with his friends, but instead he carried me back to the locker rooms. The smile he wore when the bell rang was now gone, replaced by a blank stare.

"Ace! Are you going to celebrate with me man?" Chris questioned, jogging slightly to keep up with the pace Ace had set.

"I can't tonight man. I've got to show my girl just exactly why I'm half of the world tag team champions." He stated before smacking my ass. I moaned at the feeling, causing him to smirk before we reached his room.

Without setting me down, Ace managed to open the door, and he stepped inside. Using his foot, he shut the door quickly, and dropped me to my feet.

"Ace, how many times do I have to tell you that-" My words cut off as Ace roughly kissed me, his hands on my cheeks. I kissed him back, melting at his touch.

"Say it all you want baby, but at the end of tonight, it'll be my name you're screaming." He stated after he pulled away.

"Ace, I want to talk about this." I spoke, my hand finding its way to his chest.

"Later, I promise we'll talk about it. Right now, however, I'm gonna ruin that pussy of yours baby." With that, he kissed me again, distracting me with another smack to my ass, making me gasp so he could slide his tongue in my mouth. I moaned at the contact, and Ace guided me so my back was against the door. He raised his hands to my shoulders, slowly sliding down the black leather jacket I was wearing tonight. I pulled away from the kiss, a smirk on my face. 

“We should move this to the shower, don’t you think?” I asked, slowly rubbing my hands up and down his muscular arms. Ace shook his head at my question however.

“Tonight, I want to fuck you against this door.” He began to place kisses on my neck, and left the occasional bite. 

“Ace, are you sure?” I asked, and he pulled back to look at me. He nodded, a small one, and I nodded back. It was a way to show each other that we were both okay with this happening, and he resumed attacking my neck. My hands found their way to his waist, and I began to slowly slide his trunks down his waist, being stopped by one of his larger hands. 

Using his free hand, Ace slid one strap of my tank top down my shoulder, and placed a kiss on the partially exposed skin. He then did the same together, and I moaned at the feeling of his lips on me. 

“If I let you go, will you be a good girl?” He asked before placing a kiss on my collar bone. 

“Yes, I’ll be a good girl. Please Ace, I want you.” I moaned as he continued to kiss my chest. He released my hands, and I immediately put them on his shoulders. Pulling back from me, Ace reached for the bottom of my top before pulling it over my head. He tossed it behind him, and he reached behind me to unclip my bra. He lowly whistled when he saw my chest exposed to him, and I blushed.

“No matter how many times I see your gorgeous body, it still has me in awe.” He stated, glancing at my face.

“Please, just shut up and fuck me.” I panted, missing the feeling of his hands on my body.

“Your wish is my command.” He winked at me before unbuttoning my jeans. 

Quickly, he shoved them down my legs, and helped me step out of them. Instead of sliding my underwear down too, he ripped them from my body. Trying to keep up with a fast pace, Ace shoved his trunks down, kicking them to the side slightly. Without a word, he reaches under my thighs, and picks me up once more. He leans in, pressing a rough kiss to my lips as he thrusts up, his cock sliding into me. I gasped into the kiss, and Ace paused for a second, giving me time to adjust to his size. I whimpered before my hands found their way to his back, slowly dragging my nails down it, causing him to hiss.

“Move, please. Fuck please move.” I moaned, and Ace slid his hands to my hips before he began thrusting.

He set a rough pace, forcing me to feel every time he hit my sweet spot, causing me to moan loudly. My moans only encouraged him to continue the way he was, and occasionally, he’d speed up just the slightest bit, making me moan louder.

“Ace, fuck it feels so good.” I moaned, my nails dragging down his back. 

“Yeah, does my girl like that?” He asked, picking up his speed once again.

“Yes, yes fuck I love it.” I screamed, digging my nails deeper into him. 

I could feel the knot in my stomach forming, and Ace knew it too when I began to clench around him.

“No, you don’t get to come yet. What makes you think you earned it after that conversation you were having earlier?” He asked, intentionally slowing down.

“I told you earlier that he’s just my best friend.” I pant, trying to move my hips down. 

“Maybe we should prove to him just who you belong to, for safe measure.” Ace winked before roughly thrusting into me again. I could feel my orgasm building again, and I looked at Ace. “Go ahead baby, come on my cock.” 

My pussy clenched around his cock, and my vision went white as I came. My breath was uneven, and I knew Ace was close when his thrusts became sloppy. 

Ace pumped into me three more times before pulling out, using one hand to hold me up as the other stroked his cock. He tilted his head back as he shot hot ropes of cum on my stomach, groaning as he finished. I was lowered to the ground before Ace stepped back to get a shirt out of his bag to clean my stomach with. 

“I’m sorry Zoe, I don’t know what came over me. Seeing you with him, I hated it because I just wanted to punch him in the face.” Ace sighed, bowing his head. I smiled softly, knowing the feeling of jealousy all too well. 

“Ace, you don’t have to apologize to me, I know that feeling. You should tell him you’re sorry for being standoffish though. He didn’t deserve it.” I say, and he looks up at me before nodding. “I love you, Ace Austin. Nobody else has my heart.”

“I love you too.” He spoke before leaning in and kissing me. We were interrupted by a knock on the door.

“She’s like a sister to me, you know. I’m not into your girlfriend, but I admire the protectiveness.” Mark called from the other side of the door, causing both of us to laugh.

“Hey, when I’m actually dressed, I’ll come find you man. I am sorry, for being a dick and all.” Ace called back, a smile appearing on my face. I was happy that the two men who mattered most to me were talking, and not trying to fight.

“You might want to get your trunks then handsome.” I chuckle, and Ace shakes his head at me.

“No, what I want is you in the shower with me. Come on.” He said, grabbing my hand.

“Have fun you two!” Mark called in a sing-song voice.

“Trust me, with him, I will!” I called back, looking at Ace as he smirked.

[chilumi-shipper]

Soulbound

Zhongli x GN!Reader (Soulmate!AU)

Summary: Zhongli hated the mark on his neck, and he hated whoever the mark bounded him to. But fate plays a cruel joke, matching him with you, as he swore he would love no one else but Guizhong.

Tags: Angst/No Comfort, Short Story, Rejection, Hurtful Words, Hatred to Love

Soulmark - A mark that binds two individuals as soulmates.

~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~

Morax had always been frustrated by the mark on his neck.

A glowing, permanent part of his body that marks him tied to a soulmate. He thinks its stupid, for the love of his life was already in front of him, a gray-haired inventor that no carving in his body could ever stop him from adoring.

He finds it unbelievable that his neck is claimed by a soulmark yet Guizhong's remain blank, and he curses Celestia above for such a foul joke.

How could he be for anyone else but her?

When her dust settled in the field of glaze lilies he thought were incomparable to her beauty, he was utterly devasted, his clawed hands held onto his neck, wanting to rip the soulmark that had been taunting him for centuries.

How could he be marked for someone else while the love of his life laid lifeless?

He loathed his mark, everything about it, and he will till his last breath.

...

Zhongli deeply dislikes you.

You are a messy, silly, babbling buffoon.

An adventurer from Mondstadt that embodies the nation's will of freedom. Bubbly, carefree, and loud, much like a fellow god he didn't particularly like.

Despite of his disdain of you, your affection towards him never wavered. You filled his somber days with excitement as you joyfully tell him stories about your adventures, share some new recipes you've learned, even ushering him to talk about obscure Liyue historical facts that you've always found interesting.

He was much too proper to shoo you away, and his cold looks and short responses didn't discourage you to try to make friends with the man that peeked your curiosity.

Ever so slowly, you had pried open his caged heart, planting a small seed that was so distinctly you.

He would have accepted you, he would have seen you as a friend... and yet...

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a faint, familiar mark on your neck, revealed when you put your hair up into a ponytail.

Zhongli knew he truly disliked you.

...

"I don't believe in the marks either, Mr. Zhongli..." You reasoned with him, but his gaze still stung you with daggers.

He caged himself back up, ensuring that you could not care for the little seed you planted, no light would be able to reach it again.

His heart would not open...

No matter how many times he catches himself smiling at your antics.

No matter if he displays every gift and trinket you give him from your travels.

No matter how much he preferred your cooking over anyone else's.

No matter how beautiful you look staring up at him with your doe eyes as you confess your affection.

No matter how frustrated he felt at himself when he made you cry as he rejects your feelings.

Because, for him, how could there be anyone else but her?

...

"Do you see why it could never be you?"

You both stood in front of a monument, surrounded by various plants and objects you assume to be from friends of this ancient goddess.

"I bet she was amazing."

"She was perfect. Perhaps that's why I was not worthy to share a mark with her."

At this point, you were used to his words, how they praise her, how they degrade you.

"You're pretty great too, Zhongli..."

Faith places identical marks on the necks of two soulmates, and the rest is a romantic story of the passion that builds up as people pursue their marks of love.

Fate is cruel to you and him.

"That mark is not for you, Y/N." The Geo Archon says to you, tearing you apart silently, as you stand and take his words.

His heart quivers despite the harsh words coming from his own mouth. Even after millennia of having the mark engraved on his neck, after concluding that maybe he would allow your little seed to prosper even just for a bit, he still chooses to cling onto his hopeless past.

Tears fall down from your eyes, but you remain quiet, only nodding in agreement.

You loathed the mark on your neck.

...

Zhongli opens the cage of his heart a little, allowing him to peak at the small sprout from the seed you planted.

So distinctly you, it was the only thing he has of you.

After letting you leave him at Guizhong's monument with tears still staining your face, he couldn't help but miss you.

He couldn't help but let you finally take your place in his heart, after so long of hating his soulmark, hating whoever the mark tied him to, he fears he has finally accepted faith.

...

"Where is it?" He grips your arm harshly, his hold not faltering as you try to shake him off. His gaze was cold, yet you could still catch the hint of alarm in his eyes. "What have you done?"

After weeks... you return to him... missing something.

You winced at the stress of his words, feeling frightened under his tense hold. "I..." His bruising grip didn't falter, urging you to explain yourself. "S-Surprise...?"

"You..." Zhongli looks at you in disbelief. "How stupid could you be?"

"M-Mr. Zhongli... it's a blessing of the Anemo Archon... I prayed for him set us free from fate."

"Y/N... I..." He was at a loss for words, his heart ached as his eyes searched your neck in vain. "Fate... going against it is painful. It must've been excruciating."

"It was... but this if for you, Zhongli..." You smiled, feeling him loosen his grip. "Because I love... loved you." You fully free yourself from him, rubbing at where he previously held you.

The wind around him picked up, and he hears the faint whispers of an old friend along with it. Whispers of comfort, as he clearly ruined what would have been the light of the rest of his days.

Your soulmark fades, but his remains...

Zhongli loathed his mark, for it bears no meaning, no one but him bears that mark.

As you leave, trying to fade away in the background of his life, you remain under a spotlight in his eyes, for you will always be the one that shares his mark, no matter if it is visible.

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"Dearest...I think that's enough"

"No its not"

And there goes another few rounds where you smother your boyfriends face with tons of kisses. He brought you many lipsticks and lip gloss, so it is only right you try to see the shade that matches, right? the shade, which makes his face feel even more ethereal. The only correct way to let people know that you're his and he's yours.

"Hmm... I think this shade suits your face better!" You moved the ones which made his face look more delightful. Shades of pink, red, coral, and all.

He did say that the number of kisses you gave him till then were enough, but deep down, he craved more. The way your soft lips felt against his skin left him breathless. The way areas where your lips left left a tingling and burning sensation, which, rather than being unpleasant, was more exciting

What was even more addicting was the way you would gently cup his face with your hands and attack his face ferverently. This was best for both of you. You get to have the ego boost after smothering or rather painting his face with your kisses, and he gets access to your unlimited display of affection.

"There! Now that's more like it you look like my lover now" putting emphasis on the word, you were grinning from ear to ear while admiring your masterpiece. When you tried to get up from his lap though...

"Now now dearest I think it is my turn to get what I have been seeking"

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