#lcdp fanfiction

[depressopax]

Nightmares - Nairobi x gn!reader (Scenario)

Pairing: Nairobi x gn!reader Genre: Fluff, a bit angst - Friends to lovers Warning(s): Spoilers for La casa de papel (s1-3). Mentions of alcohol and death. Grief and anxiety. Reader is younger than Nairobi. (Reader is called ‘Athens’) Words: 908 Summary: One year after the Royal Mint Heist, reader lives in Argentina with Nairobi and Helsinki. Nairobi comforts reader after a nightmare. English is not my first language, so lmk if I make any spelling mistakes :)

Life hasn’t been so interesting lately, calm, but almost boring. 

Life went from straight chaos, to living in peace.

Together with Nairobi and Helsinki, you live in a tiny, warm apartment in Argentina. 

It’s been a year since the three of you, together with the Professor and the other robbers, pulled off the biggest heist against the Royal Mint of Spain.

The plan succeeded, and you got out of there alive. But not all of you… 

You still think about the heist, although it’s been 12 months. 

Sometimes, you wake up from nightmares about the royal mint, being caught by the cops, or just seeing Berlin, Moscow and Oslo die over and over… 

The three of you barely talk about it. It’s still too painful. 

Helsinki and Nairobi usually suggest going to parties, and most nights you spend in crowded spaces, dancing and drinking the night away together with the people you consider to be your best friends. 

It is nighttime, and you feel uncomfortable trying to sleep in the warm room. You can hear Helsinkis snoring from the room next to yours. 

“At least someone can sleep…”

You mumble and sit up in bed, pulling the blanket off.

You are sweaty and feel sick, from the warmth, but also from the nightmare that just woke you up. You can’t escape them.

Tonight, you were back in the Royal Mint, and saw Helsinki and Nairobi get taken away by the police…

As usual, you woke up in panic, thinking it was real. 

A while later, you realise that sleeping is not an option right now. 

After wrapping yourself in a morning robe, you walk around the apartment, feeling a bit disoriented. The balcony is open, and as a pleasant surprise, you find Nairobi sitting in one of the chairs, smoking a cigarette with her eyes on the night sky. 

Your heart skips a beat as you walk up to her. She looks so beautiful with dark hair that falls over her shoulders, and those sleepy eyes of hers. 

Lately, you’ve been feeling nervous around the beautiful best friend of yours. 

She looks so perfect right now. 

She turns her head, and smiles as she sees you standing by the door. You must have been staring, and you smile sheepishly,

“So you can’t sleep either, huh?”

She asks and pats the seat next to her. You take a seat and nod, considering if you should tell her about the nightmares. 

“No. Been a while since I slept well.”

She looks a bit concerned at your words, but only nods.

“Are you having nightmares, Athens?”  Her question catches you off guard. She gives you a compassionate smile. “I’ve heard you talking in your sleep at night”

You feel a bit embarrassed. You didn’t know that you talked in your sleep until now… 

“Do you still think about it? The heist?”

Now it’s Nairobi’s turn to look surprised. She takes a puff of her cigarette and then nods.

“Of course I do. I still think about everything that went wrong. What we could’ve done differently. And…” She looks troubled before continuing. “And all the deaths. Especially Berlin's sacrifice.”

Berlin… Nairobi and him never really got along, but still cared for each other. She was more devastated by his death than she wants to admit. 

Her hand is shaking as she brings the cigarette to her lips. You feel bad, and move closer to her. 

In response, she wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you even closer. Once again your heart skips a beat. She feels so warm, and smells nice. Your head rests on her shoulder and you both watch the stars quietly. 

“Do you wanna talk about it?” Nairobi asks softly, breaking the silence. “The nightmare”

You smile at her, appreciating her attempts to comfort you. You don’t want to tell her, it’s not silly, but still it feels weird to tell her about it. But still…

“I have nightmares almost every night. Either, I’m reliving the worst moments at the Royal Mint, or….” Your voice trembles a bit, and you swallow the lump in your throat before continuing. “...Or, I dream that I’m haunted by the police. That they take you and Helsi away from me.”

Nairobis arm squeezes you tighter against her now. She only nods at your words. 

“You’re safe with me, darling…”

The mood changes between the two of you. You pull your head away from her shoulder and look into the eyes. 

You’re unaware of the tears in your eyes until Nairobi gently wipes them away with her thumb. 

“You mean so much to me, Nairobi.”

You whisper. Nairobi smiles at you and nods.

“And you mean the world to me, Athens.”

You lean forward, and before you can stop yourself, you press your lips against hers. 

Nairobi seems surprised at first, and you quickly pull away, your cheek burning from embarrassment. 

“Sorry…”

But she only shakes her head, and moves closer to you once again. She strokes your cheek with one hand, the other resting on your thighs. Her breath smells of cigarette as she leans forward and kisses you. 

You reply to the kiss with thousands of butterflies in your stomach. It’s the perfect moment. 

The moment is so passionate and intimate. As she pulls away, she rests her forehead against yours. 

“Do you feel better now?”

She asks with a soft voice. You nod and smile.

“I feel so much better.”

[wedgeantill]

Hold on to the pen drive like your life depends on it and don't trust anyone. Dalí.

The Fatal Drive by @natures-marvel

[tonks-21]

I've been summoned by @catiuskaa to do this

post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous they are. let people send you an ask with any titles most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have wips.

So... I have a lot of ideas per day, okay? But I take the ones that I really want to do between them; and then I develop only a few ones out of the mentioned... Conclusion: I'm a mess, but a really successful mess.

And personally I think this is good for catching up and remembering things that you may have forgotten, but are actually good ideas.

Spoiler alert: maybe I'm not doing all of them, they are just as @catiuskaa's ones: drafts, things put on hold that I don't know if they will come to fruition in the end.

SO, to the point: I have this things going on

Annie Leonhart x !fem reader boxing AU - if it's not my biggest project to date (launched) it's definitely one of them. I don't really have a title for it, but i'm already writing it. It's one of this ones that are like 7k words or so. But it will be worth it, I promise. Plus it's so entertaining researching about boxing and stuff.

La Casa de Papel / Money Heist hcs - i'm planning to do some ones. Fluff stuff basically. I don't even know if this will do here, at Tumblr, but I'm gonna try (and if not, I'll just publish it in spanish in wattpad 😐) By the way, Requests open for this one

Moving in with Larissa Weems hcs - more Larissa relationship hcs guys :D fluff x2 and some nsfw too

"Stop making me wanna kiss you" Eddie Munson (Stranger Things) - I literally just have this phase and the character

Levi Ackerman AU Soulmates - I didn't even decide what specific type of soulmates au lmao

"You are going to do great" Emma Watson - cute fic, just that, a cute tiny fic :)

Tagging: okay listen me here. I don't know personally people here, so I'll just put my mutuals (that for some reason which I don't understand, follow me back haha) luv u

@rei-zy , @cantdothis-nomore

[cacoetheswriting]

Could I get a Denver fic with prompt '“You look lonely.” “Do I?"', with angst but also some fluff (or smut, if you'd like)? Thank you so much :)

pairing: denver x fem!reader warnings: alcohol consumption, use of pet names (babe, baby), mentions of sex but nothing graphic, adult language, sorta lovers to enemies? idk. word count: 806 summary: the story of how you joined the heist crew, and what crucial part denver played in it.

(a/n: you'll notice here i call denver 'daniel' and that's bc this fic takes place before the events of the first season)

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Drunken conversations and rather obnoxious laughter buzzed through the bar. The tv was displaying a football game no one was really paying attention to and the classic rock songs coming from an old radio behind the counter only enhanced the growing battle of who can be louder, man or machine.

The room carried a stench of cigarettes, cheap booze and a hint of sickness escaped the bathroom as the door opened and closed, opened and closed, opened and closed...

Honestly, you wanted to be anywhere but here. But given your current… predicament, hiding in this dull establishment was your best bet for the foreseeable (especially since the owner is letting you crash in the room above for a small fee of simple kitchen porter duties).

Ah, yes, the glamorous life of being on the run from authorities.

“You look lonely,” a husky voice — one you’ve come to know all too well over the years — pointed out.

The corners of your lips twirled upwards at the sound, at the sentence, however you did not turn to eye the man who dared to interrupt your thoughts (and safety).

Instead, your eyes wandered to the golden brown liquid that swirled at the bottom of your glass. The quiet jingle of the ice-cubes as they hit off each other was oddly soothing.

“Do I?”

The question was rhetorical, you knew you did otherwise he wouldn’t be here. Wrapping your fingers tighter around the glass, you raised it slowly to take a sip before finally meeting the gaze of your companion.

“Yes,” Daniel lipped back and glanced at the empty seat next to you, “Mind if I join you?”

“Knock yourself out,” you shrugged and took another sip.

He made himself comfortable (as comfortable as one could on the unsteady wooden barstool), ordering a beer in the process.

“You’re on every news channel in the state,” he glanced around to make sure no one was listening to the conversation.

“Oh, I am well aware, thank you.”

Daniel brought the bottle to his lips, “You know if I can find you, it’s only a matter of time before the police do,” he pointed out and took a sip.

Sighing, you tilted your head to look at him: “And what do you propose I do, D?”

The brunette shuffled in closer, his gaze lingering briefly on your lips before averting to meet your eyes, “Come with me. My pops got involved with this guy, he’s proposing a deal of a lifetime and we could use someone on the team with your unique expertise.”

You chuckled harshly, “You’re fucking with me.”

“Cross my heart,” he mimicked the expression.

“No offence but I kinda seriously don’t trust you.”

“I know, I know you don’t. But this, babe, this is legit. We’re gonna be fucking millionaires if we pull this off.”

“If? D, I ain’t gettin’ involved with anything that’s not 100% and you know that.”

“Come on, baby. It’ll be like old times.”

“That’s exactly what I’m afraid of.”

He rolled his eyes, “Don’t you miss it sometimes? Don’t you miss us together? Professionally and… you know… the other thing.”

“You mean do I miss having sex with you?”

“Well, when you put it like that it makes me sound like a prick.”

“You are a prick, Daniel. Which is precisely the reason we went our separate ways in the first place,” you tiffed in response and proceeded to down the rest of your drink before elegantly hopping off the stool, “I’ll see you around. Good luck with your new endeavour and say hello to your dad.”

He reached for your wrist, stopping you from walking away. Your gaze snapped to his hand and you were about to threaten him (just like old times) when he spoke, “See, I know you very well and I figured conviving you was going to be a difficult task—”

“What the fuck did you do?”

“The police have this place surrounded,” he stated calmly, also standing up, “The only way you’re leaving here is with me.”

His face was inches away from yours. The mischievous sparkle in his eyes caused your stomach to flip upside down. Heat rushing to your cheeks as memories of the last time you stood this close to one another flooded your mind.

“I hate you,” you spat quietly but your actions betrayed your words when your gaze flickered to his lips. Only for a split-second but long enough for Daniel to notice.

“You love me. And you’ll love me even more when you’re rich,” he drawled excitedly. Letting go of your wrist, his hands moved to your face, “Now, baby, let’s get you the fuck out of here, okay?”

As if you had a choice.

“Okay,” you nodded, “But I’m not having sex with you again.”

He smirked, “We’ll see about that.”

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[signorin-anarchia]

Hi everyone, Berlermo fandom!

I need your help for a ultimate question of life, the universe, and everything™️.

I've written a long. Like, VERY LONG (25k words, more or less. But probably more).

I've been working on it for months & originally planned to publish it into a single, huge chapter, but now I realized that people could just get annoyed by the length.

I mean, I enjoy reading even 100k at once, but who else does?

So, I'm here to ask you, what should I do then?

Split it in 3 shorter chapters?

PRO: the first one is almost ready and I may publish it within a few hours.

Not giving a frick and publish the whole thing later?

CON: it could take a while since there's a still unfinished section.

What do you think?

Please, gimme a sign & thanks for helping!

Little spoiler on below ;)

[the--sound--of--rain]

“Palermo? Can I come in?” There was a moment of silence, before she heard his breath hitch. “No.” He said quietly. He was crying. Oh, she wanted to hug him. “Please, let me in.” She tried again. “I know you miss him, it’s okay.” ---

We all wanted Nairobi to hold Palermo, or am I wrong? Berlin is dead, Palermo misses him like crazy and Nairobi just... gets it. Also, Sergio should have fucking checked on Palermo, even if they weren’t friends.

[catbythefirelight]

Sergio Marquina in the Descent Universe (1/?)

Soon you’ll be crying And wishing you’d dreamt me Watching you suffer Girl, it would please me You’d be crying out my name Begging me to play my games (Corrupt - Depeche Mode)

[marirable]

buzzfeed unsolved au by @sorrydearie (read on ao3)

Did Andrés honestly think that Martín liked hanging out in creepy cabins? That he enjoyed the judgmental looks Mirko shot his way whenever he came home in dirty clothes, dragging mud and cobwebs through their flat? Or that Martín got a kick out of telling his boss that he had to switch shifts because he had to go to a sleepover at an old insane asylum?

Yeah, right.

Martín wouldn't be here if it weren't for Andrés.

[corvidcantina]

If nobody got me, I know the fanfiction writers got me

[depressopax]

LCDP x BCS AU

Masterlist for my Nacho spinoff fanfic

Title: From ABQ with love, Nacho

Synopsis:

"I was walking towards my own death when I met him. Life wasn’t easy. Never been, and I’ve given up the hopes of a calm, easy life. I’ve taken farewell to my dad. I’ve somehow accepted the sorrow that I’ll never see him again. That day I killed Ignacio “Nacho” Varga. He died, the second I left Albuquerque. Like I said - this was the end of me. The end of the man who I once was. My story was over, but he had other plans for me." ____________________________

In this Better call Saul AU, Nacho successfully escapes Gus and the Cartel, only to end up in a new crime scene. This time - Together with the mysterious man "The Professor" and his crew of eight ex-criminals. Their plan? To pull a heist against the Royal Mint of Spain - and print 2.4 billion euros. Nacho has nothing to lose but if succeeded - everything to win. To reunite with his father, Nacho agrees to join the Professor. He becomes "Albuquerque" and now gets ready for one final battle. Will he succeed?

About:

Heyy! This fanfiction combines two of my all time favorite shows: La casa de papel and Better call Saul. When making some silly crossover art I thought: "Hmmm... Why not turn this into a story?"

And well... I did!

It is in a Nacho spin-off, but also an LCDP/BCS AU. I know BCS is in the 2000's whilst LCDP is in 2010's. But for the sake of the story... Both stories take place in the same year, in an alternate universe.

This entire work will be published mainly on AO3, but if anyone is interested in reading it on Tumblr, I'll post it here too!

I'll mark every chapter with eventual TW's but what I can say now is that this ficttion has spoilers for both shows.

Feel free to share this post and comment your thoughts, and also check out my AO3! <3

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[wedgeantill]

Cordially, A fellow professional of equally good taste

Dear Sir Criminal by @dormarunt

[thatcrazymind]

Okay so I made a little prompt for Berlermo fic. I already feel bad for anyone who reads it.

So, here it goes. Imagine Berlermo meeting au (or something like that) - Andres and Sergio prepares for some heist, all those years ago, and they are searching for an einingeer - let’s say Martin is reccomended young student (someone reccomends him to Andres - let it be even some ex wife of Andres who has contacts) and they Watch him to approach him at „apropriate time” they obviously got his whole life already mapped out aaaand they go to bar to observe him cause he has some birthday party with friends and then He’s dancing and playing around to some dumb song. And next we got Andres totally fascinated by him being totally open about himself (he’s with boyfriend and all) and at some point Martin is very drunk and happy and he’s dancing on a bar and falls from it. Andres without second though runs to him and tries to help him stand up but there is the big moment when they just staring at each other and Martin gives him some comment about his angelic face and Yeah, they are kissing. And then nothing he black outs. Years later after many heists, all canon situations (include Mint heist - but Yeah, Andres lifes) we get the chapel scene and all - and at some point they obviously get together maybe even married. And before Bank heist as they talking about the beggining of their relathionship "bad first kiss in the chapel” Andres says something about how this wasn’t even their first kiss, Martin is confused but then Andres talks about this situation all those years ago and then Martin says that He was sure through all those years that he was kissing with his boyfriend under the bar on his birthday party. And Yes, that’s the story.

Omg I already got bored writing it but I wat thinking that it would be good to wrote it here, in case anyone would want to put it in some better words than me and use it :) omg don’t even mind me like this is probably so ooc and all…. I blame Red Taylor Version for all of this.

[lullabiesandgoodbyes]

Denver, Stockholm and an emotional journey of personal growth and intimacy, mostly built around the bed.

Celebrating Monver’s happy ending at LCDP’s final stop and the magnificent moments they shared in this second volume. Opinions on the overall writing aside, it was worth all the pain just to see them overcoming their problems and depart into a new, stronger life – together, as they belong.

I hope you enjoy this fanfiction as much as I enjoyed writing it. 😊❤️

Now available on AO3: here

[espresso-ships]

Welcome to my account 💜

Hiii!

Welcome to my self-ship account!

Nice to have you here :)

My (nick)name is Espresso!

[Genderfluid, they/them-she/her pronouns]

Intro can be found here ☕💜

More about me and my ship can be found on Carrd!

I'll be posting s/i art, fictions and other self-ship content!

Keep in mind this is NOT a fandom blog.

If you're interested - I have an writing blog too (mostly fanfictions)

Ask in Messages for @ if you'd like to follow 💜

I'm always happy to get to know new people!

Feel free to inbox or message me!

My fav shows/movies are: Breaking Bad/Better call Saul, La casa de Papel, Twin Peaks and The hunger games (+ TBOSAS)

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[cacoetheswriting]

Hey there, beautiful!🌹

Can I request the prompts - 17: "Why do you hate me?", 44: "I lied" and 2: "Can I kiss you?" with Marsella from Lcdp please? Thank youu, you're the best! 🥰

hi gorgeous 💘 i hope i did your vision justice! (and im super sorry it took so long)

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pairing: marsella x fem!reader warnings: age gap (reader is in her early to mid 20s), a swear word or two, a little self-doubt, mild arguing, forbidden love?, brief mentions of alcohol consumption word count: 1.4k summary: tasked with making sure nothing happens to you, marsella makes it known he would rather be doing anything else. but not for the reasons you may think.

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There are many things The Professor asked Marsella to do over the years. The list got progressively longer as the seasons changed and the tasks… Well, the tasks got arguably more and more difficult. Now, it was nothing Marsella couldn’t manage. And not like he was ever going to complain or stop working for The Professor altogether. He owed the man his life. The least he could do is repay some of that debt with some grunt work.

This particular task however, this one topped them all.

When The Professor entrusted Marsella with what he described as ‘the most important undertaking he would ever assign anyone’, Marsella did not think it would involve you.

You. The Professor’s adoptive sister — younger sister at that.

It wasn’t a big deal at first. A job is a job, and this one was clearly important. And not to mention also quite simple: keep you out of harm's way. Marsella could do that. He could keep you safe.

But the more time you spent together, the worse it got.

The older man fell for you. He fell hard.

What made everything one-hundred times more insufferable was Marsella knew he could never do anything about it. He could never act on his feelings. You were off limits. The baby sister of his employer, his friend. The person he was tasked with keeping safe and instead he developed strong emotions for.

Like, fuck. If The Professor ever found out, all hell would break loose.

Therefore he did what he believed anyone in his situation would do. He distanced himself. Well, as much as he could anyway.

It was hard considering the two of you were always together. Day and night. Sharing a one bedroom, one bathroom apartment, where you pranced around in clothing that left little to the imagination…

But Marsella did his best to stay clear of you.

The conversations you once held, stopped. The silly jokes and laughter ceased. If you entered the living room, he would excuse himself and leave for an extended cigarette. You no longer ate your meals together. No more card games or enjoying a cheap bottle of whiskey together. Nothing.

To you, it felt as though you were suddenly an inconvenience. Like he wanted to be anywhere but here.

And to say that simply hurt would be an understatement.

“Why do you hate me?”

The question slipped off your tongue one evening, as the older man stepped inside the apartment following one of his ‘cigarette breaks’.

“Why do you hate me?” you repeated with a little more confidence, while getting up on your feet.

Marsella’s gaze locked with yours, albeit only for a split second, the door closing behind him with a soft thud.

“I’m going to take a shower,” he grumbled.

“No,” you protested, “You’re not walking away until you answer me.”

Marsella exhaled, “Kid, let’s not do this now.”

“No, you are not blowing me off. I deserve to know what I did wrong to make you hate me so much, you have to leave the room every damn time I enter!”

He clenched his jaw at your words. He didn’t hate you, far from it. But even if he could tell you the truth, how would ever begin to explain what he was really feeling.

“What is it?! B-because maybe I can work on it, fix it somehow and then we could go back to how we were—”

“You can’t.” Marsella cut in, the tone of his voice causing tears to form in the corners of your eyes.

It took everything you had not to break down completely, “What do you mean?”

“There is nothing you can do that will change things, okay?” Marsella stated, taking a firm step towards you. “I don’t want to be here. Yes, it was fun at first but babysitting isn’t a part of my job description.”

“Oh.”

“Will you drop it now?” Marsella demanded with a raised brow, but he didn’t quite wait for a response. Instead he retreated into the bathroom, leaving you alone with your tears.

The salty droplets trailed down your cheeks as you stared at the empty corridor ahead. Everything was closing in around you. Your worst fear was in fact reality. You were an inconvenience to him. He thought of you as nothing more than a chore.

You never expected anything except for friendship. He was older than you. He was a friend of your brothers. There were so many reasons why nothing could ever happen. Yes, you thought about him all the damn time (in various capacities), threading a dangerously thin line between friends and lovers, but you knew it was wrong. So you didn’t say anything.

Never in a million years however, did you think he would hate you.

You felt sick.

You needed to get away. Be anywhere but here.

By the time the sound of running water ceased, your essentials were packed. You hastily threw a black hoodie over yourself before reaching for your backpack and heading out the front door.

The distinctive sound of the automatic lock alerted Marsella. He stepped out of the bathroom, calling your name out into the dark apartment. No answer. His first thought was you probably fell asleep, it didn’t explain the clicking of the lock but he could have just imagined it. But then he heard an engine start. His eyes snapped to the counter where his keys were usually placed. Usually.

“Shit.”

By the time he ran out into the parking lot, you were gone.

“Shit…”

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Days passed. Days and no contact from you.

Marsella had no idea where you were or more importantly if you were okay. He had no idea if you were planning on returning, but he guessed not.

He tried to call the burner phone he gave you on numerous occasions. No answer.

Truthfully, he was beginning to lose all hope in seeing you anytime soon and was gearing up to call The Professor, tell him what went down, when his own phone rang.

“I’m just calling you to say I’m okay.”

Hearing your voice should have brought him some sort of relief, but it didn’t. You were still out there all alone, in danger, and it was all his fault. He should have just been honest with you from the start. No matter the consequences.

“I lied,” Marsella exclaimed, “I didn’t mean what I said.”

“You’re just saying that to get me to come back.” A hint of annoyance in your tone, masking the hurt. “Look, I ain’t coming back. We’re both better off alone.”

“y/n…” he sighed, nervously running a hand through his hair, “I-I need you here.”

“Why?” you questioned, “I was a chore and now I’m not. You can run free. You don’t gotta be my glorified babysitter anymore.”

“Didn’t you hear what I just said? I lied.”

“Whatever you say, but your behaviour prior matched your words so forgive me if I don’t believe you.”

“y/n—”

“Goodbye.”

“Wait! Don’t, please don’t hang up.”

Pause.

“Give me one good—”

“I think I love you.”

Silence. The air caught in your throat, his words leaving you speechless. On the other end of the line, you could hear his ragged breathing. Begging, aching for a response.

He was about to ask you to say something, anything, but the line went dead. The long beep signalising the end of the call unpleasantly tugged at his heartstrings.

-

A faint “hey” hailed Marsella back to reality. The unlit cigarette between his fingers fell to the ground as his eyes caught yours.

“W-what are you doing here?”

“You asked me to come back, so uhm, so here I am.”

Marsella licked his lips before the corners twirled upwards into a faint smile.

The bag you were holding found itself at your feet as your arms made their way around his neck, your fingertips gently tugging at his hair. Marsella’s shaky hands made home on your waist. He gave you a light squeeze before shifting them slowly to the small of your back. Your whole body instantly relaxed, your muscles became loose and you let yourself sag completely into his affectionate embrace.

“Did you mean what you said—”

You began to whisper into his neck, but couldn’t quite muster any sort of coherent sentence. Partially because you were distracted by the scent of his cologne, and partially because you were afraid to get hurt again.

He broke the embrace. Eyes searching yours as if he was reading a treasure map and his hands cupped your cheeks ever so delicately, “Can I kiss you?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

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