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كمبوند ذا بترفلاي المستقبل سيتي

كمبوند ذا بترفلاي المستقبل سيتي هو أحدث مشاريع شركة مدينة مصر للتطوير العقاري، بعد نجاح كمبوند سراى القاهرة الجديدة و تاج سيتى القاهرة الجديدة وهو كمبوند فيلات فقط بمساحات تبدا من 175 متر في قلب مدينة المستقبل. 

يتمتع الكمبوند بموقع استراتيجي يجعله قريبًا من أبرز المعالم الحيوية مثل كمبوند سراي المستقبل سيتي، ومحور الأمل، والعاصمة الإدارية الجديدة، والتجمع الخامس، ومطار القاهرة الدولي، بالإضافة إلى كمبوند البوسكو. هذه المواقع تجعل من “كمبوند ذا بترفلاي المستقبل سيتي” خيارًا مثاليًا للراغبين في السكن أو الاستثمار في موقع مميز.

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كمبوند تاج سيتى: العيش برفاهية في قلب القاهرة الجديدة

يقدم كمبوند تاج سيتى تجربة سكنية فريدة تجمع بين التصميمات الحديثة والموقع المتميز في القاهرة الجديدة. يوفر المشروع وحدات سكنية راقية ومساحات خضراء واسعة، مع مرافق ترفيهية متكاملة. إنه المكان المثالي لمن يبحثون عن نمط حياة متوازن يجمع بين الراحة والاستثمار الذكي

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قريه سولاري الساحل الشملي هي أحدث مشروعات شركه مصر إيطاليا الرائده في مجال التطور العقاري, والتي أختارت الساحل الشمالي ليكون وجهتها الجديده علي ساحل البحر المتوسط الذي يتميز برماله الناعمه والبحر الفيروزي الخلاب, وتعتبر قريه سولاري الساحل الشمالي من أفضل القري السياحيه في الساحل الشمالي وذالك بفضل موقعها الاستراتيجي

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the sum of his parts - steven grant

Summary: You love Steven Grant, and there are some parts of him that stick out in your mind a little more than others. (~1.2k)

Content: 18+, gn!reader but reader has a vagina (no fem pronouns used), very brief & vague oral (f receiving), fingering, egregious use of italics.

a/n: This is the first thing I’ve really ever fully written AND posted!! Forgive me for it being vague and unpolished—I will get better!! I’ve just been so captivated by these boys after watching Moon Knight that I had to write something!

—

You love Steven as a whole, the culmination of all things that make him him, but it doesn’t mean that you don’t notice the little things.

The details.

—

The first thing you loved about Steven was his hair; the way that the curls were always pushed to one side, sitting atop his head like his brush had broken and he’d neglected to buy a new one.

It was one of the first things you touched when you finally had the opportunity to, making up some story about how he’d had a shred of paper stuck to one of his curls—he hadn’t, but he didn’t need to know that.

You couldn’t get enough of the soft texture, even after months of getting to experience it. You had your hands in his hair every chance that you got.

When the two of you lay on the couch together, him cuddled against your chest as you watched the next documentary about the evolution of earth’s marine life, or something, you would drag your fingers through his hair idly. He would sigh in appreciation of the gentle touch.

When he’d be in a flurry early in the morning, racing to get ready on time before he missed the bus, you caught him for the briefest moments to smooth your palm across his unruly curls, taming the locks as best you could before he raced out the door.

When he’d settle himself between your thighs, mouth on your cunt like he’d die if you pulled him away, you’d tangle your fingers in those same dark curls, tightening your grip just enough to keep him in place. He always sighed appreciatively then, too.

—

The next thing you’d found yourself loving about Steven were his eyes, always wide like saucers and taking in every ounce of information that they can. The color of them always reminded you of coffee, but specifically the cups that he’d make for you in the early hours of the morning, perfect like no one else could.

You’re stupidly fond of the way he looks at you when you talk—it could be the most mundane thing, like laundry or dinner, and he’d be watching you so intently it’d feel like you’re giving a presentation on newly-unearthed artifacts in Cairo.

You remember the first time he cried in front of you. It was over something that seems so simple now; the two of you had made plans for dinner at your apartment, and he’d shown up late—through no fault of his own, the train wasn’t on schedule—but he’d felt so guilty about it that it brought him to tears. You can still see the way he looked in your mind: brows knit together, those beautifully dark eyes rimmed red and filled with tears.

He’d apologized profusely, and you silenced him with a kiss.

You like the way he looks when he’s half asleep, doing his best to fight his drowsiness to spend as much time with you as physically possible. His gaze is softer, somehow, his eyes half-lidded even with the way he fights to keep them wide open. That’s when you know he’s not going to last much longer before he’s out for the night.

When you’re kissing him, and you pull back for that brief, glorious moment, his eyes are dark, pupils blown with desire in a way that sends a wave of heat to your core.

You don’t miss the way those pretty eyes of his flutter shut whenever you touch him, even if it’s something simple; he’s touch-starved—not that he’ll ever admit that to you—so any physical show of affection is nearly enough to put him over the edge.

You’ve become familiar with the way he drifts, his eyes seeming to haze over and go unfocused—when he goes away for a moment—caught in his own reflection and watching as if there’s something else there with him.

—

You’ve quickly grown to become fond of his hands, in many more ways than just one.

You’d be lying if you said that you didn’t want to hold his hand all the time, to feel the warmth of his palm against your own, fingers interlaced with yours in the way that makes you feel like nothing could separate you two. He made sure to hold your hand at every opportunity.

You’re very grateful for that.

When he takes one of his hundreds of books off of his bookshelf, flipping through page after page as he looks for a specific section, you can’t help but watch his hands. He moves with ease and precision, stark from the way he’s usually fumbling or unsure of where to go. He’s in his element, and you recognize that.

When he joins you on your monthly grocery trip, he insists on bringing all of the bags up in one go—he’s trying to be helpful, even if it means making things more difficult for him; that’s just how Steven is. Selfless. You can’t get enough of the sight of him like that, though, with multiple grocery bags held in each hand, all while he does his best to navigate your apartment complex.

You remember the first time he truly, properly held your hand; he’d done it in such a Steven way that you couldn’t deny him. He’d gone off on some spiel about human evolution and something about how in ancient civilizations, the size of your hands denoted status—you can see where this is going—and he insisted the two of you compared the size of your hands. For the sake of anthropology, of course.

Knowing what he was getting at, you obliged, pressing your palm to his, and without a beat of hesitation, he laced his fingers with your own, a sheepish grin on his face as a result of his boldness. You couldn’t even be mad about it.

Of course, those hands of his are good for more than just holding yours or carrying your groceries.

—

The first time he made you come was with his hands; he was too impatient to even wait to fuck you properly—he just had to touch you—so, he did.

You remember the feeling of his hands on your thighs, shifting and adjusting you until you were in a good position for him. He had made sure to not be too rough with you, even in his desperation. Sweet, considerate Steven.

His hands, as fidgety and hesitant as they usually are, were precise and sure when he touched you. He moved deftly when he found your slit, dragging his fingers through the wetness that’d already gathered there.

It wasn’t long after until one of those same thick fingers pushed into your heat, then another. It’s practiced—efficient— like he’s done this for you a thousand times, even though you both know he hasn’t.

When his thumb had brushed your clit, with just enough pressure to send another wave of heat up your spine, you knew you were done for. He had looked at you with those eyes, pupils blown and eyes half-lidded, and you could tell right then that he was more focused on your pleasure than his own.

When you finish, you card your fingers through his raven curls, holding just enough to bring him close enough that you can kiss him.

He goes willingly, all sweet and pliant as you maneuver him closer, and you’ve never been more grateful to have someone like him.

—

Steven is much, much more than just the sum of his parts, but you sometimes have to put him under a microscope and appreciate everything that makes him him.

[cobaltperun]

Genius (3) - Own It

Cairo Sweet x female (G!P) Reader

Summary: It was such a cliché, a reunion she didn’t expect to ever happen, let alone six years after she last saw you. It was supposed to mean nothing, a bit of nostalgia, maybe a brief catching up while waiting for class, it was supposed to be a small wave of nostalgia, not a tsunami that disrupted her entire life. You were her opposite, and as hard as she tried she couldn’t resist your pull.

Story masterlist / First part / Previous Part / Next Part

Word count: 4k

-I will never run from it when I’m in the moment, I’m gonna own it own it ain’t afraid to own it-

Winnie chose to spend the night at Cairo’s place, it was big, Cairo was often lonely, she liked spending time with Cairo, it was a win-win situation. Besides, the beds were really comfortable. How long ago has she fallen in love with the girl? With her mysterious aura, a hard to approach exterior with a surprisingly softer side, with the acceptance of others she didn’t expect from someone born in Cairo’s circumstances. And it didn’t hurt that Cairo was beautiful, but none of that mattered. Cairo just didn’t see her that way.

Cairo never really saw anyone that way, she was stuck in her books and writing, and Winnie never realized what it was that Cairo wanted. She thought Cairo wanted more books, more of what she already loved. But then you said you’d take Cairo out of the village and Winnie swore she saw something she never saw in Cairo’s eyes. You and Cairo knew each other, that much she understood, but you’ve been apart for at least the past four years. And you, just like that, in one sentence, made Cairo look lost in her thoughts, a yet to be opened book in her hands.

And even worse than that Winnie heard your name before, though Cairo never talked about you. Between Cairo’s reaction to recognizing you, and then her willingness to let you take her out, take her somewhere outside of the village, there was no doubt in Winnie’s mind that you were the same person from that night.

~X~

Cairo was in a really bad mood the whole week and Winnie wanted to cheer her up, but nothing was working. It was like it didn’t matter that they had good weather, that a small cinema just opened in the village. Well, Cairo wasn’t much of a movie fan, she preferred her books, so that didn’t do much for her, but it was something new in their village! And as hard as Winnie tried, she couldn’t understand why Cairo was in a bad mood. Nothing out of the ordinary happened, yet the girl didn’t want to leave her bed.

“Come on, Cairo, talk to your Winnie,” she tried to poke her, but Cairo just pushed her hand away.

“There’s nothing to talk about,” she muttered, though Winnie could see her eyes were a bit puffy. And the open book next to Cairo’s head looked a bit wet.

Winnie sighed. Why wasn’t anything working? She groaned, losing her patience with the girl and leaving her bedroom. She’d go and make some food for Cairo, since she wasn’t sure when was the last time the girl ate, but as she came back after spending way too much time deciding on what to make for Cairo with a sandwich in hand she realized Cairo was asleep.

Cairo mumbled something incoherent in her sleep, not for the first time, she often talked in her sleep, though Winnie rarely got the opportunity to hear it. Well, at least she was sleeping. She figured she should leave, and so she placed the plate on Cairo’s nightstand and turned to leave. She didn’t dare to push a few strands of Cairo’s hair out of her face.

“Wait,” Cairo muttered and for a moment Winnie’s heart skipped a beat, but when she turned she saw Cairo was still asleep. “Y/N,” the girl said a name Winnie never heard before, but she said it with so much longing Winnie could have sworn her own heart broke for the girl. Who was she dreaming about? Why did she never mention this ‘Y/N’? She didn’t know, she wouldn’t dare to ask because the tone of Cairo’s voice told her enough already.

~X~

The moment Cairo realized who you were that night came to Winnie’s mind and at first Winnie was worried. She wasn’t sure how Cairo would react, and more importantly she wasn’t sure what made the two of you separate. Yet that worry began fading when she realized just how softly you were looking at Cairo, she saw the same longing in your eyes, the same intensity as the longing she heard in Cairo’s voice.

And though she could admit she was feeling jealous that you so openly looked at Cairo like she was the only one in the room, she was glad whatever separated you and Cairo didn’t leave you mad at the girl.

“What are you thinking about?” Winnie finally chose to speak up and if Cairo wasn’t as composed as she was she was sure the girl would have jumped a bit.

“Just childhood,” she said as she got up and placed the book back on the shelf, and Winnie saw that it was some book by Jules Verne, which wasn’t too unusual, but it definitely wasn’t the genre Cairo was currently into.

“About Y/N?” she asked, observing carefully as Cairo went stiff, as she looked to the side, refusing to meet Winnie’s gaze.

“It doesn’t matter, I have other things to do,” Cairo grabbed a pack of cigarettes and went to her laptop, and Winnie got a message, she didn’t feel like talking about you.

But she still agreed to go with you, and while she didn’t say it, and while she tried to hide it, Winnie knew her well enough by now. Cairo wanted you back in her life.

~X~

Saturday came way too quickly! Between classes, settling down, handling the moving, well, a handful of things that you couldn’t carry on your motorcycle being shipped to you, and all the small details that took up your time you felt like you blinked, and Saturday arrived!

You haven’t seen Cairo since Monday, and you had to admit you were a bit too anxious for your own liking. What would you talk about? Would you be able to go back to the way things were before she suddenly cut you off from her life? No, of course it couldn’t be the same. It’s been years, you were different people now. Would she be okay with riding on your motorcycle? Was that pushing her too far out of blue? Forcing her to be that close to you? Maybe you should take your parents’ car? Did it have enough gas though?

Maybe you should, but you weren’t that experienced with cars, you were much more comfortable on your motorcycle and you didn’t want to be a nervous mess in front of Cairo. Well, any bigger nervous mess than you were going to be in less than half an hour.

Motorcycle it is! If she isn’t comfortable, you’ll just go back and get the car. With that in mind you went to get dressed, opting for simple jeans and a white T-shirt, with your jacket, gloves, and boots.

And now you just sat there, taking deep breaths to calm down your nerves. You didn’t even specify the time! And you didn’t get her bloody number!

“Damn it!” you yelled, almost slamming your helmet and the rest of the protective gear on and got on your motorcycle. You’ll figure shit out with her instead of torturing yourself like this!

~X~

She should have asked you for your number. She should have told you exact time you should meet up. Was she supposed to come to you, or would you come to her house? Why didn’t she think this out more carefully?!

All things considered, Cairo’s been ready for an embarrassingly long time, for about two hours now. Since seven in the morning since she could barely sleep last night. And she spent an hour going through her wardrobe, never quite happy with what she was wearing. In the end she chose to go with black shorts and a button-up baby blue shirt. She was so distracted by her own worries that she nearly missed someone ringing her bell. It had to be you, after all, one of the last buses would leave in half an hour and after that you wouldn’t be able to leave for another three hours.

She took a deep breath and went to the front doors a bit too quickly for her own liking, but there was no going back now. She opened the doors and saw you, with a helmet in hand and a bit of a nervous smile on your face. You were wearing a sturdy-looking black jacket with red stripes going down the sleeves and your sides, it matched your gloves and helmet as well. Wait… A helmet? Her eyes widened. “When did you come back?” she blurted out, surprising you.

“Hm? Oh, Last Saturday night, I drove down the road,” you pointed with your thumb behind you. “So maybe you heard me? The lights were on,” you said and sure enough, there was a red motorcycle on the road, parked right next to her gate. You were her biker from last week.

“Sorry, yeah, I heard you, I just,” she frowned, hating the shakiness of her voice. “I did hear you, I just didn’t realize it was you,” she said, suddenly feeling stupid. Of course she didn’t realize it was you. Why would she? She didn’t know you were coming back, it never even crossed her mind that you’d come back, and she certainly never imagined you coming back on a motorcycle.

You smiled, as if you relaxed due to her embarrassing stammering. “It’s okay, hey, it’s just me,” you said softly, and Cairo nodded. “By the way, I know we didn’t specify the time, so, do you need me to wait for you, or maybe come later?”

“Now is fine, I’m ready,” she said and you rubbed the back of your head nervously.

“You should put jeans or something like that on,” you muttered. “And a jacket, sorry, I should have brought another one with me,” you apologized as Cairo blushed. Yeah, her shorts probably weren’t a good idea if you were going on a motorcycle. “Or would you like me to go get my parents’ car?”

She shook her head. “No, this is fine, I’ll go get changed,” in her nervousness she slammed the doors closed and then leaned her forehead against it. “I’m so stupid,” she whispered, feeling her face burning as she pleaded or the ground to open up and swallow her. First conversation in almost seven years, the first time alone after all that time and she was a nervous wreck. And now she pretty much slammed the door in your face to make things even worse.

She ran up the stairs and changed into the first jeans she came across and grabbed a denim jacket. It would have to do, she didn’t have anything as sturdy as wheat you were wearing. She looked at the mirror and blushed even harder when she realized her face was still so red. “Come on, Cairo, get it together,” she glanced outside her window, you were still there, still waiting for her. She really should have invited you in instead of closing the doors like that.

Well, there was no going back now. She went outside again and scratched her cheek a bit as you looked her over and nodded. This would do. She followed you to your motorcycle and stopped when you pulled guards for elbows and knees and shins out.

“I’m a careful biker, but better safe than sorry. Did you ever put these on?” you asked her.

“No,” she said and you dropped down to your knee.

“It might be better if I put them on you the first time, to make sure everything is in place. Is that okay with you?” you looked at her and waited until she nodded, not trusting her voice. You didn’t waste time or any movement, from what she could tell, just putting the guards on her legs and elbows and then taking the helmet and gently put it on her and she was thankful that the visor was already down because you were tucking her hair in and your fingers accidentally brushed against her neck and she just knew her entire face was about as red as it could get.

She would have to mark this date as the day filled with embarrassment and absolutely everything going wrong for her.

~X~

You managed to calm your nerves as the two of you got on the motorcycle, Cairo even placed her hands around your waist without you telling her and that was a relief, because you could tell she was nervous, but you weren’t sure if she wanted to talk or just relax during the ride, so, you remained silent for the most part.

When you got on the open road and drove for a few miles you felt her hands unclenching from their vice grip on your jacket and she seemed to relax a bit.

“Is this okay?” you asked her through the helmet’s communication system.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Do you do this a lot?” she asked.

“You mean riding? Or having a passenger?” you grinned a bit, hoping you weren’t making her feel awkward.

“Both actually,” Cairo loosened up a bit.

“Yes, for riding, no, for passengers, well, it happened a few times, but more because we didn’t have much of a choice than because I wanted someone behind me,” you told her.

“Mhm,” she accepted the answer, leaning a bit closer to you now, though maybe that was just to be safe.

About an hour later and only a bit of occasional questions and comments about the nature you rode past, you arrived at your destination. It was exactly what you promised, the beautiful view with river flowing nearby, a mountain cottage aesthetic to the restaurant and a nice live music playing just loud enough to enhance the feel.

You and Cairo sat down across one another and she gracefully took the menu. You were still early enough for a breakfast so you knew exactly what you wanted.

“All of this looks good,” she commented. “You went here before, right?”

You nodded. “Lots of times,” you didn’t want to admit it, but you wanted to go back to go back to the village several times, to maybe see if Cairo was still there, or ask her parents for a way to contact her, but you always changed your mind in the last possible second, turning around and coming here to take a break.

“Help me out then?” she requested with a small pout on her face.

“I suggest French toast with berries and whipped cream if you’d like something sweet, or an mushrooms and onion omelet,” you said, those were by far your favorites as far as breakfast menu went.

Cairo nodded as the waiter came over.

“Hey, Y/N, you brought company this time,” he was a polite man in his late twenties, and you came to the restaurant so regularly pretty much everyone on the staff knew you by now.

“Hello, yeah,” you met her eyes, silently asking for her permission to introduce her, and as if the years changed nothing between you she smiled a bit. “This is Cairo, my childhood friend,”

He turned to her and nodded, bowing slightly. “Nice to meet you, I’m Robert and I’ll be your waiter for the day. What may I bring you?”

“I’ll have French toast with berries and whipped cream, and a Coca Cola please,” Cairo said.

Robert nodded, writing it down and turning to you.

“Mushroom and onion omelet with iced tea,” you told him.

“Coming right up,” he nodded, leaving the two of you alone.

And, as if the small interaction broke all the tension between the two of you, you just leaned forward, your arms resting on the table with your gloves and your and Cairo’s helmets safely out of the way. “Tell me everything,” you told her. “How have you been? What’s been going on these past years?”

Cairo didn’t lean as much as you, but she did get a bit closer. “I really don’t have a lot to tell you. You know how things are back home, nothing ever changes,” she said. “Well, we did get a cinema, and Winnie likes to go there often so, I guess I’ve been reluctantly watching movies.”

You laughed at that. Cairo and movies? Now that sounded almost ridiculous when you were kids. “For real? I’m glad she got you to try something new,” you replied, nodding to Robert as he brought your drinks.

“She’s persistent, but she’s been my best friend ever since I started high school,” Cairo said with a smile on her face, and you could tell she cared about the girl.

“I’m happy to hear that,” and you were, you were worried she would still be lonely, but she found a best friend, one capable of dragging her to movies of all things.

“And you? I mean, as far as best friends go?” she asked, turning the glass in front of her before opening the bottle and pouring some of the Coca Cola in.

“I haven’t really stayed in one place long enough to get to that point. My parents moved a lot until I was fifteen,” you told her. “And after that, well, they settled down, but then I began moving since I turned sixteen and got my motorcycle,” you explained. You really did move a lot, and you never really made connections worth the best friend status. After all, Cairo did set a bar pretty high.

“So, you went and began traveling,” she looked through the window. “This is my first time outside our village,” you found it hard to believe, but looking at her face you realized she was telling the truth.

“You’ll have time to explore every place you want. You’re not late for anything,” you just told her, though you couldn’t tell her that you were happy you were the first one who got to take her somewhere. There, with the last hints of morning light shining through the window and illuminating her hair you felt your breath getting stuck in your throat.

For the first time in your life you didn’t think Cairo was pretty, she was beautiful, so effortlessly beautiful you found it hard to look away. And she didn’t change much from what you could tell. She was still a lot like she was when you were kids, only more closed-off from the looks of it.

You missed her, you missed this, even if having a meal in a restaurant wasn’t something you used to do as kids, well, without your parents taking you there at the very least. No, you just missed being with her, her voice, her eyes, her smile, you missed all of that.

And in the midst of that realization, you didn’t figure out something just as important. That there was a feeling that wasn’t there before emerging in your heart.

“You think?” she sounded uncertain.

You just nodded, even if she was uncertain you’ve met enough people to know that she was exceptional.

You ended up having a lunch at the restaurant as well, talking about random things, about a book Cairo read, or about a place you visited, or a movie Winnie made her watch, or a new song she recently heard. And that eventually moved the conversation toward music.

“Do you still remember everything you hear?” she asked, smiling fondly as if she was reminiscing about good old times when you and her would spend time reading. Well, when she would read and you’d listen.

“Unfortunately,” you chuckled, remembering way too vividly that teacher reading about… split fig. “Don’t ask, I have scars I wish I could erase from my memory,” you quickly raised a hand to stop her. It wasn’t even the split fig, as much as the circumstances during which you heard it.

“Okay, okay,” she laughed, giving up on further questioning. “Did you consider learning to play an instrument?” she asked instead and you looked back toward the band.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” you teased, looking back at her and watching her light up.

“You did, didn’t you?” Cairo sounded excited about the idea.

You just winked at her and hopped to your feet. “I’ll be back soon enough,” you jogged over to the band without waiting for her reply.

“Hey, Jack, mind if I borrow your guitar?” you opened with that, not even bothering to say ‘hi’ properly. You were a bit excited to play a song for her.

“Hello to you too, biker girl, which song are we playing?” he humored you, glancing behind you and seeing Cairo. He seemed to piece it together quickly enough.

“Just instrumentals this time. I don’t want to miss a thing, the guitar cover,” you told him, accepting the electric guitar and taking a seat.

You weren’t sure if Cairo would recognize the song, and maybe the lyrics would be a bit too much in case she already didn’t know the song. So, just this would do. You nodded to the rest of the band and they began playing. You waited for half a minute and then joined them and as you played you looked at Cairo, smiling back at you as she listened and swayed a bit to the soft tunes of the guitar you were playing.

Still, it didn’t look like she recognized the song, she just enjoyed the melody. And that was fine as well, perfect even as far as you were concerned.

The song ended and you thanked Jack before going back to Cairo. “I guess I can play a bit,” you said as you sat down.

“A bit? Yeah, that was a bit. What song was that?” she demanded but you just shook your head. “Come on, tell me!”

“You will never know!” you laughed, ignoring her pleading eyes.

“Please, I want to listen to it,” she tried again, but you were adamant on staying silent.

You might tell her later, not now though. She could live a bit longer without knowing the song.

~X~

The ride back was pleasant, the soft breeze, the almost empty open road, the smooth way you drove, as well as how easy it felt to just put her arms around your waist. When you parked outside her house, she almost reluctantly got off your motorcycle, but staying on it would have been too awkward to explain.

“Thank you for today, I loved it,” she said as you took off the knee and shin guards off her while she was handling the elbow guards.

“Thank you for accepting,” you reached up and helped her get the helmet off since she still wasn’t used to doing it. You didn’t take your own helmet off, just lifted your visor so she could see your eyes.

She felt at peace, she finally set foot outside her village, she just expanded her world and she did it with you. And she couldn’t think of a better person to do it with.

“I missed you,” she said, her hands reaching for your helmet and, as if in trance, you helped her take your helmet off and lowered it on your seat, and Cairo, she just stepped forward, hugging you not nearly as tightly as she wanted to do, but still, she was hugging you.

“I missed you too, Cairo,” you wrapped your arms around her and pulled her a bit closer.

She didn’t want the night to end, she wanted to invite you in, to talk more, to make up for lost time, to apologize and explain what happened that day, to tell you just how much she wanted to approach you. But she did none of that, she just separated from you once again and smiled at you as she watched you get on your motorcycle. “I’ll see you on Monday,” you said, and she nodded, eager to see you again.

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[dr1lldash]

venture x medic!reader fluff (part two) 2.3k words (can you tell i want to go on a date with sloan)

(part one)

sorry this took so long to get out!! i was almost done and then forgot to finish it for a few weeks and then i added another 500 words :3

It had been a few weeks since you and Sloan met and started getting closer, and a few days since the dig had ended. The Wayfinders had been further excavating the Temple of Anubis, despite the obvious danger, and they seem to have found what they were looking for. Camp was packed up faster than usual, though not so fast that you were worried. You knew about the history of Cairo, especially about Anubis, and you weren’t keen on being there for longer than necessary.

Luckily, you were now in Nova Scotia, staying with Sloan for a while. Their apartment was chaotic but organized, at least for them. They had spent the better part of the last week sleeping, and you really couldn’t blame them. They somehow managed to stay up for the entire flight back, but as soon as they got the two of you safely to their apartment, they were out cold.

After they caught up on their sleep, they were back to their usual energetic self. They took you to lighthouses, a few galleries and a sculpture garden, the museum of natural history, and you spent nearly a whole day in the geological museum. They talked basically nonstop about the fossils, gems, and minerals, and a small tour group ended up following the two of you for a few hours. You were the last people in the museum when it closed, and they took you to an ice cream shop nearby after.

“Get whatever you want,” they tell you as you look at the menu, “it’s on me.”

“What are you getting?”

“Guess.” The corners of their mouth flip up, and they flash their eyebrows.

You pretend to think for a second, looking over the menu once more. “Ube?” They shake their head. “Honey jalapeno pickle?” Their eyes widen.

“Is that one really on the menu…?” They scan it quickly, gasping as they finally see it. “Oh my god, that sounds so good. It must be new, I don’t remember it last time I came here. Maybe I’ll get a second cone.”

“When was the last time you came here?”

“Eh…” they trail off, pursing their lips. “A year or so? I’ve been on a few back-to-back digs.”

“Wow.” You haven’t been a medic with the Wayfinders for very long, only a few months at this point. “Do you miss home?”

They teeter their head. “I mean, yes and no? I moved around a lot as a kid so this isn’t really home, just home base. You know?” You nod at them. “We should order, though, I really want to try that honey ice cream now.”

“Ah, you’re right.” You look at the menu one last time before deciding on a candied bacon cone.

“Oh! I had that one years ago, it was so good. You’re gonna love it.” They ask you to find a table to sit at while they go to the counter to order, and you look out the window for a few minutes, watching the sun beginning to set.

“Ta-da,” you hear Sloan’s voice singing behind you. You turn to look at them, seeing four cones in their hands. “I got you an extra, I remember you said you like strawberry.”

“You didn’t have to,” you tell them, grabbing the two cones from their hand.

“I know, but I wanted to. You do like strawberry right? I’m remembering that right?”

“Yeah! It’s my favorite.” You hold the cone out before starting on it. “Want a bite?”

“Absolutely!” They lean across the table, wrapping their lips around the scoop of ice cream poking out of the cone and taking a bite out of the cone as well. “Gah, that’s so good. You know they make all the flavors in house?”

“Oh, really? That’s so cool!”

They nod. “Do you wanna try mine?” They hold out both cones, one rocky road and one honey jalapeno pickle.

You hesitate before leaning forward and taking a small bite out of their rocky road cone. “Oh my god, that’s the best rocky road I’ve ever had.” They roll their eyes playfully.

“You don’t have to lie for my benefit.”

You shake your head. “I’m not joking, I swear.”

“Do you wanna try the other one?”

You bite your lip. “Uh…no, no, I couldn’t take that from you. You work hard, you deserve to eat well, you know?”

They lean back. “I won’t force you.”

The two of you start eating your ice cream before it melts, talking about the dig you were just on. Sloan excitedly tells you about how they’d never seen so many Omnic artifacts before, and that they were a little nervous to be so close to Anubis himself, but that they think the danger was worth it in the end.

“Have you ever been to the Shambali Monastery?” you ask, licking some melting ice cream off the side of your bacon cone.

They practically vibrate as they answer, cracking their honey jalapeno pickle cone slightly. “No, but Carrie said we might be going there for our next dig! The higher ups at the Society want us to take a break, though. Which is fair, I guess, but I think a whole month off is a bit much.”

“A whole month?” Your surprise is genuine, from the way they were talking, you didn’t think they ever took more than a day off between excavations.

“Yeah, it’s gonna feel like forever,” they groan. They let out a sigh before flashing you a grin. “It’s alright though, time’s passing really quickly with you here.”

You feel a blush creeping on your cheeks as you start to bite into your cone. “I’m glad I got to come here.”

They go to take a bite of their cone, but change their mind. “Just one bite, I swear you’ll like it.” The green ice cream beginning to melt in the cone is intimidating, but you trust Sloan. Plus, they had brought cups of water for the two of you, and they had just been sitting on the table until now.

You let out a small sigh, but lean forward to suck some ice cream out of the cone. It was interesting, to say the least, but the honey was well-balanced with the jalapeno and pickle. It wasn’t too sour, spicy, or sweet, but it wasn’t your favorite. “It isn’t bad,” you tell them, taking a sip of water. “I don’t think I would get it for myself, though.”

Sloan hums in response, taking bites out of the top of their cone. “Thank you for trying it, anyway.” They go back to their rocky road cone, wincing before taking a sip of their water. “Those do not mix well.”

“I could have told you that.”

“But you didn’t.” They pout at you for a second.

“You’re right, my most sincere apologies.” You’re finishing off your strawberry cone, focusing on enjoying the last bits of sweet frozen cream, when they ask a question you didn’t quite expect. “Are you going to the Monastery?”

You pause. “I’m not sure, I want to, but nobody’s asked me to come back yet.”

Sloan gasps quietly, their eyes growing wide. “But you’re such a good medic! You’re nice, patient, and cute, and you have the best snacks, and you didn’t even tell anyone about my secret stash of ice cream. The medic on the last dig, oh my god, he was kind of an asshole. Any time I would hit my head, he was all,” They puff out their chest and imitate a deep voice, “‘you have to rest in the shade for the rest of the day, and if you’re dizzy at all, you can’t dig tomorrow’.” They let out a sigh. “You’re so much better than he was.”

You laugh at their imitation, pretty sure you know exactly who they’re talking about. Not all of the medics you were trained with were keen on people, most of them just wanted to do their job and go home as soon as possible. “I appreciate that, I try my best.”

“Let me talk to Carrie for you!”

“I don’t want to force myself in.”

“Nonsense! You want to come, right?” You nod. “And I want you to be there. It’s not a bother, I swear. We switch between medics too much, some consistency would be good for us. Please let me ask her? Please, please, please?” They clasp their hands together, pouting at you with big eyes.

“Okay, okay. If it isn’t too much trouble.” You pop the last part of your cone in your mouth, smiling at them. “I appreciate it. I had a lot of fun on the last one.”

“Because of me, right?”

You laugh. “Of course, nobody keeps me company like you.” They break eye contact with you, blinking rapidly as they look out the window for a second. “Are you okay?” you ask, worried you said something wrong.

“I like spending time with you, is all.” They look back at you, flashing their grin, and any amount of discomfort you thought you saw is gone. They lean back in their chair, chewing on the last bit of their cone before they stretch, their shirt riding up on their stomach ever so slightly. You struggle to pull your gaze away. “Should we go home? I mean, back to my place?” They get up, pushing their chair in. You mirror their actions, both of you turning to a hand sanitizer dispenser near your table to clean up some of the stickiness.

“What time is it?” you ask, looking at the sky outside, late in sunset, street lamps already lit up.

Sloan glances at their phone, grimacing when they see the time. “Uh, almost eight.”

You blink. “Wow.” It really hadn’t felt like that long, despite the clear difference in the amount of light outside. Sloan holds a hand out to you, and you take it, lacing your fingers in theirs. The two of you walk outside into the cool summer evening air, enjoying each other’s company as you make you way back to Sloan’s apartment. They point various places out, telling you about restaurants as you pass them and parks that they used to frequent.

“Can we check one out tomorrow?” you ask, looking up at them. Their head swivels the other way as you make eye contact, and you could have sworn you saw a slight flush on their cheeks.

“Yeah, that sounds nice.” They squeeze your hand, still avoiding your eyes as you talk. “There’s a couple people I know that like to walk their dogs at that one,” they tell you, pointing at the one you’re passing.

The conversation continues to flow as you approach their apartment, and they unlock and open the door for you as you finally make it into the building. You step in, holding the door for them as they enter behind you, silent in a comfortable way as they lock the door.

“I had a lot of fun today, thank you for showing me around,” you tell them.

They flash a smile at you. “I had fun taking you around, I’m glad you liked it. I like this city, even though I never really get to spend a lot of time in it.”

“Do you ever want to stay here?”

They hum for a moment. “I don’t think so. I want to see everything the world has to offer, now and in the past.” They pick your hand up from your side and squeeze it. “I like traveling more with you, though.” Now it’s your turn to blush.

“I like traveling with you, too. I haven’t been able to go to a lot of places, but I hope we can visit the Monastery together.”

Sloan squeezes your hand, almost without a thought, and their lips turn up at the corners. “I hope so, too.”

The two of you make your way towards bed, and you turn to leave their room, intending to sleep on the couch, but Sloan reaches out and grabs your wrist from their bed before you can.

“Where are you going?”

“I was going to crash on the couch.”

“Why?”

You pause. “I just kind of assumed…”

They pout at you. “My bed is big enough for both of us, I don’t want you to feel unwelcome.”

“It really isn’t a big deal -” you try to protest.

“I’ll sleep on the couch instead.” They release your wrist, sitting up in bed and turning so their legs are hanging off the side. “You’re my guest, you deserve to be comfortable.”

“No, no, I can’t take your bed from you.”

“Then we should share.”

“Uh…” At this point, it’s nearing midnight. You’ve had a long day, you’re tired, and the thought of getting to sleep that close to Sloan doesn’t sound bad, just a little intimidating. So you give in. “Okay.” You climb into bed next to them, just enough space between the two of you that you don’t feel like you’re crowding them, but close enough that you can feel the heat radiating off their skin.

They turn on their side so they’re looking at you. “Goodnight, [Y/N].”

You smile at them, not wanting to fall asleep just yet. “Goodnight, Sloan.” They shut their eyes and their face relaxes relatively quickly. You keep watching them for a moment, admiring their features as they start to snore softly. Their hand is lying next to their head, and you rest yours near it, lacing your pinkie in theirs. You could swear you see a smile on their face, but it’s gone just a moment later. You manage to fall asleep in just a few minutes.

In the morning, you wake up with their arm wrapped around your torso, holding you close, with your head pressed into their chest and their face nuzzled into your hair. You pretend to go back to sleep until Sloan wakes up, partially because you don’t want to disturb them and partially because you want to enjoy the moment a little while longer.

[almiradevelopments22]

بيت الوطن

[marigold-hills]

Dunes & Waters, part 40

PART 1 • PREVIOUS PART • NEXT PART

They spend the day in Cairo.

“Do what you want, Remus,” Kingsley says, resigned, “Just… don’t let him out of your sight.”

“Wasn’t planning to,” Remus answers and Kingsley looks so disturbed by the notion that Remus thinks it came across different than he meant it.

They behave like tourists - a silly thing, from people with over a decade of combined research experience in Egyptian matters. But the day is hot, and Cairo is lovely, and Remus licks melting ice cream from Sirius’ cone to try the flavour. It’s cherry. He thinks he’s in love.

Sirius is dressed in wide-bottomed, floral-patterned shorts, a white shirt with its collar open. Sunglasses perched atop his head. It’s the same outfit droves of tourists wear, but on none other does it look like that. Like it was made just for him, like the purple swirls of blossom only bloomed to inspire the designer so they could make the clothes Sirius would wear. A strand of hair falls over his face so prettily Remus would be convinced it was purposeful if not for the fact that he saw Sirius roll out of bed that morning and do nothing to it.

He can’t believe that he gets to fall asleep and wake up next to that, that he gets to watch that mind at work.

“The new moon is on the fourth,” Sirius says over a shared plate of Fūl. (The smell made Remus’ mouth water as they passed the restaurant, someone at one of the tables eating a portion. They had to stop.)

“When did you have time to check that?”

“The date? I knew it already.”

There’s no reason to, for Sirius. “Why?”

“What do you mean why. You know why.” The words come with such precise eye contact Remus can’t even try to misunderstand.

“But… why?” He asks again, this time with different meaning.

“Remus, you know why.” Sirius answer, and the words are the same but they are so, so different.

Remus thinks he does. Sees it in the mornings as they wake up, side by side, and in their office as they work together, and in their apartment as they live together. He’s not sure when it changed, from nothing but two people occupying one space to this, but the change is obvious and, from a distance, startling.

Doesn’t have the words for what it is, not in any of the languages he can understand. Not yet. He hopes soon.

“Will you make it? The potion?”

“I’m not very good at that, unfortunately,” Remus admits. He has to, because it’s true. And because he can’t mess up his research for the sake of appearing more competent than he is, but saying it to Sirius? Mortifying. Makes him wish he paid more attention when his mum tried to teach him.

“I can, then, if you don’t want to hire someone.”

“Let’s check what the Box says on the inside, first. Don’t want to wast time if it’s something silly, like a hair potion.”

“Her hair was rather lovely,” Sirius laughs. “But I doubt it. You don’t go through all the trouble she’s gone through if it’s not important. Will that be enough time for you to translate?”

It will be. He’s looking forward to it, to getting back to their office and working on it again, but it’s bittersweet with finishing this holiday they made themselves, lazy days and long night and Sirius, Sirius, Sirius. 

NEXT PART

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[powerrealestate]

يعد صرحا مختلف في عالم العقارات, وقد لفتت انتباه الجميع منذ الإعلان الأول التي طرحته الشركة المالكة للمشروع, حيث تحتل هذه القرية موقع متميز في خليج رأس الحكمة.

منتجع يتألق بالفخامة حيث يمكنك الإنسجام بأجواء الأستمتاع والألعاب المائية والبحر الهادي علي مدار العام ,حيث يتميز بالتصميم العصري المتألق.

يتميز منتجع كالي كوست الساحل الشمالي بتصميماته الفريدة, فيقدم مساحات متنوعة لتناسب جميع الأحتياجات التي يبحث عنها العملاء, بالإضافة إلي توفير أسعار مناسبة للجميع .

[lurkingshan]

Happy wednesday!

So I was bored and thought I would ask a silly question.

From the bl couples we know and love, who do you think, if given the opportunity, would go completely overboard in their valentine day's celebrations? And what would they do?

Rose💜

Oh, Rose, what a delightful question. Now, if I may offer an observation to give context for this list: Valentine's Day is a specific kind of romantic celebration that many loving couples simply do not bother with. It's a cheesefest, a celebration of consumerism, and often a very public display of love that lots of folks just don't go in for, so a couple's absence from this list does not indicate a lack of genuine affection. Valentines Day is for simps (affectionate). And, in most (but not all) couples, there is only one simp in the relationship. With that said, let's talk about the top 10 simps in bl.

Karan, Cherry Magic Thailand

Let's get this out of the way right off the top, because Karan has reached levels of simpitude previously unknown to man. He is exactly the kind of nerd who would make a big embarrassing deal about this holiday while Achi blushes his way through the day. I believe he has learned from his bad date faux pas, however, so he will make sure to stick to things Achi actually likes and try to reign in the worst of his overspending to avoid making his boyfriend uncomfortable. I'm picturing a homemade lunchbox with heart shaped food, a big bouquet of flowers presented at the office in front of their coworkers, a romantic klongboat ride, and a sentimental gift like a framed photo.

Kurosawa, Cherry Magic Japan

Now you may think its cheating to include two different versions of the same character on this list, but I disagree because Kurosawa is the OG simp and their simping presents very differently. Kurosawa is going for a quieter display, making Adachi a nice dinner at home and reading him an original poem he composed on his lunch breaks. Adachi will blush and stammer and feel bad about not getting Kurosawa a gift, and Kurosawa will tell him his presence is gift enough.

Ten, Cooking Crush

Was there any doubt he would be on this list? Ten loves nothing more than a thoughtful, heartfelt act of service, and Valentines Day gives him a perfect excuse. He's making Prem a sentimental homemade meal tied to one of their cooking lesson memories, and he's created a new magnet featuring the two of them to go on Prem's oven mitt. Prem pretends to hate it but won't stop smiling every time Ten looks away, and later reveals he made them a heart-shaped dessert.

Yai, I Feel You Linger in the Air

Another poet for our list. Yai would love this cheesy ass holiday and take it as an excuse to dress Jom up all fancy, go dancing at the speakeasy, and whisper poetry into his ear to his heart's content. Jom with his modern POV on the holiday rolls his eyes at first, but then gets swept up in the romance and rewards Yai handsomely when they get home.

Hantae, Sing My Crush

This holiday was made for Hantae. He loves nothing more than being loud and embarrassing about his love for Baram. He has a whole Day of Fun planned for them, which Baram goes along with, pretending he didn't get Hantae anything until they get home and he pulls out his guitar to play a new original song he wrote for his man.

Gun and Cher, A Boss and A Babe

The rare simp4simp relationship, we have a twofer! Gun and Cher go all out on Valentines Day to the point of making it a competition for who can pull off the most surprises to make the other happiest. They do this at the office in full view of all their friends and coworkers, of course. In the end it's a draw and Gun lets the staff go home early to their sweethearts, everybody wins.

Gavreel, Gameboys

Picture Gavreel stalking Cairo around the house trying to smother him with kisses, attempting to cook a meal that he definitely burns, ands presenting Cairo with a new body pillow with his image on it for when they are apart. Cairo protests every step of the way, but is secretly touched and loving every minute.

Lian, Cutie Pie

Lian is a traditional romantic so he will be taking Kuea out for a fancy dinner, presenting him with a giant bouquet of flowers and the most expensive bottle of champagne available, and then taking him home for some sensual and loving missionary sex. Kuea eats it up.

Tinn, My School President

Did you think we were getting out of this list without mentioning our most promising young simp? Ha! Tinn loves this holiday and takes it as an excuse to engage in PDA all over campus. Gun returns the favor just to see him blush, and they end the day on a cute date out to an amusement park where they take lots of couple photos and generally nauseate all their friends with all their social media posts.

[lostfirefly]

Masterlist

(just not to lose my stories on the page, coz I don't know how it all started :))

One Piece - Buggy x OC, Buggy x Reader (placed on a separate link)

ᐢᗜᐢ Buggy x Reader Masterlist ᐢᗜᐢ

Buggy x Catherine (OC from You've Got the Same Dream as Me series)

(AU: No ships, no marines, Buggy lives in Cairo and runs a circus, periodically goes in search of gold with his girlfriend)

A brilliant art by UlfJack

• You've Got the Same Dream as Me

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10 (the final)

Catherine, a librarian who is searching for the trail of her sister who went missing on an expedition. Notes in books and diaries lead her to Cairo. There she finds a retailer from an artifact shop who, in exchange for selling her a map and equipment, insists that Catherine take her along. They get into a little (or maybe a big) adventure..  (based on my dream with Tom Cruise and Henry Cavill, but they have been replaced). Main characters: Sir Crocodile x OC, Buggy x OC. The Mummy and Indiana Jones vibes.

• Life Must Have It's Mysteries Cathie-pie and Buggy are going to their new adventure to find the blue diamond.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2 (nsfw part is included), Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12 (the epilogue)

• You are what my sins enclosed, lust as not as creative as its discovery (nsfw!) Buggy and Catherine live happily together in Cairo and they return home from the walk. Catherine made one mistake :)

• With each word your tenderness grows, tearing my fear apart, and that laugh that wrinkles your nose, it touches my foolish heart Buggy and Catherine were spending their evening at a bar. He was busy all week with his circus, so they hardly saw each other (yes, this happens too). A simple game leads to their first fight. 

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3 (nsfw!)

• 'Cause honey your soul can never grow old, it's evergreen, baby your smile's forever in my mind and memory Catherine's birthday. Buggy wants to give her a fun day.

• Let's stay together lovin' you whether, whether times are good or bad, happy or sad Buggy had a rough day, he came home upset and got a share of comfort from his Cathie-pie :) • Tell me what you want to hear, something that will light those ears I'm sick of all the insincere, so I'm gonna give all my secrets away Catherine came back home and found Buggy lying on the couch with the headphones. • If you ever find yourself lost in the dark and you can't see, I'll be the light to guide you Buggy and Catherine have been living together for about a month one and a half to two months. Catherine sees him without his clown makeup for the first time (for a completely stupid reason, because these two couldn’t have it any other way) • Cooking in the kitchen now that's what we do, there's something cooking in the kitchen just for you Cathie-pie is making breakfast for her beloved clown.

• What do you do? What do you do in the bath? (NSFW part is included) Buggy came home from a short tour. He and Catherine are taking a bath. Something gets out of control :) • Just a second, we're not broken, just bent and we can learn to love again Buggy asks Catherine out on a date, and they accidentally run into an old friend of hers. • The score will show we're pretty bad, but look at all the fun we've had Buggy screwed up (as always) and Catherine made him take her to the bowling club. • Desire, I'm hungry, and I hope you feed me. How do you want me, how do you want me? (nsfw is included!) Events take place after chapter 10 of "You've got the same dream as me". Catherine decides to stay in Cairo. Buggy brings her home. • Dust the shelves and polish the glass-ware, the housework makes you happy Catherine once again pulls out the trio Buggy, Cabaji and Mohji from the prison's point of view and forces them to clean the apartment. • Sharing horizons that are new to us, watchin' the signs along the way, talkin' it over, just the two of us, workin' together day to day Catherine and Buggy are celebrating six months since they first met. • I stand in fear as she gets near, then everything's okay I hope this feeling never goes away (flashback) Catherine and Buggy are going on their first date. Buggy sometimes reacts to simple little things in a very strange way. • I'm still learning about life, my woman brought children for me, so I can sing them all my songs, and I can tell them stories One morning if Buggy and Catherine had kids. • Well, I don't know why I came here tonight, I've got the feeling that something ain't right Neighbor asks Catherine and Buggy to look after the kids at their birthday party while she goes to get the cake. • In my midnight confessions, when I say all the things that I want to (Bedtime Story Series) Catherine's backstory in the format of fairy tales. Chapter 1 • Today, my love, all I want, I wanna sing for you, yeah, I'll sing for you, baby! Happy birthday to you! (sfw + nsfw) Buggy's bday! Catherine throws a party!

• Your nose is runnin', and your eyes are red, your head is achin', you'd be better in bed

Catherine caught a cold. Buggy takes care of her.

• I wanna kill something, I wanna destroy something

Catherine and Buggy are spending time before his imminent departure at their favorite bar. A nasty guy starts hitting on Cathie and our blue-haired hero finally finds the strength to stand up for his woman.

ᐢᗜᐢ Buggy and Catherine's Lifetime Sketches ᐢᗜᐢ

Bugust (lifetime sketches, stories)

OC: Day 1, Day 2, Day 4, Day 5, Day 6, Day 12, Day 14, Day 15, Day 16 (nsfw), Day 19, Day 20, Day 21, Day 22, Day 24 (nsfw), Day 25, Day 27, Day 28. Day 30 (nsfw), Day 31

Reader: Day 1, Day 12, Day 16 (NSFW), Day 23 (NSFW), Day 26, Day 29

Sir Crocodile x OC

• Trembling, crawling across my skin, feeling your cold dead eyes, stealing the life of mine (a bday present for my @yujo-nishimura)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5 (The Finale, NSFW part is included)

Yujo is a young girl whom her father has betrothed to Mr. 3. She and her sister come to the ball, where she meets one of the members of the Cross Guild Corporation Sir Crocodile.