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Happy Pi day everyone, I still cannot believe I wrote a whole ass fic about it

The Fourteenth (II.)

I got a request asking if I could share the Pi Day fic here and look, I am totally aware of the fact that I said I am done posting so if you want to call me a hypocrite (I am looking at you, person who keeps sending those awful anons) - go on. I will post it under the cut and I won’t tag anyone, so hopefully it won’t bother anyone all that much.

WC ~ 1200

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You know what day it is today right

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im truly interested to see how they're going to give benedict a glow up because how could luke thompson possibly be any hotter than he already is lol

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so, so valid of anthony to barely be in this season because he canonically can’t stop fucking his wife long enough to be a functioning member of society

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I found a pic yesterday that screamed Ethan X Chiara and now I am here and I want to write a fic about them again

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so

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Lina's faceclaim just had a baby and it made me think about all the domestic shit I had planned for Lina & Tatum but have never written about

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love of mine (ethan x chiara)

Micro story for prompt word 'crave', which I am sure I did not use in this fic. It's a silly little thing, I just wanted to try if I am even able to create for the OH universe again. Contains h*rny Ethan in love, Chiara being Chiara and some making out. Definitely not NSFW but maybe don't read it if you are not comfortable with kissing. I am not tagging anyone because it's truly just a tiny something, but still - thank you to everyone who engages!

"And you find that statement to be true?" Chiara asks, her voice light, with a giggly edge to it, even.

It's been a good day. Normal. Mundane. Somehow good still.

"And I," Ethan responds hovering over her, his voice breathy and quiet, his lips touching Chiara's neck lightly.

"Do find," a kiss on her collarbone this time, Ethan's hands at the either side of her head and it takes just the slightest turn for her to get a close look on his forearms. On the veins there.

"That statement," Ethan continues, moving his lips higher, biting her earlobe softly. His words are mere whispers in her ears, breath hot and tickling. "To be true."

He's overheard Bryce's statement in the hospital's hall today - as did handful of new interns.

Dr. Ray, hospital's brightest and most stunning resident.

"All of it? The whole statement?" Chiara pushes, knowing very well Ethan couldn't have heard it whole. He passed them in a hurry, not even acknowledging the group of younger doctors with a nod.

"The very whole," Ethan answers in a husky voice and she knows he is not truly paying attention to their conversation, not with his teeth now grazing the bare skin of her shoulder, his fingers slowly pulling the strap of her tank top down.

It's a tie with me, of course, Bryce added quickly after complimenting Chiara, his smile as wide and chraming as always. As you have undoubtedly noticed.

Though there is nobody nearly as humble as Dr. Lahela among the doctors, Chiara responded. Bryce's smile just got wider.

Ethan couldn't have heard any of it.

"Well, Bryce will be happy to hear that," she grins, her own fingers playing with the subtle curls at the nape of Ethan's neck.

"Why," Ethan growls, although he does not look up at her, "are we bringing Lahela into this."

Chiara could let it be. She could keep quiet, she could kiss him, softly at first and hungry just a second after; could let the teasing go and enjoy Ethan's attention fully.

She could.

She tells him. Tells him about how he's just agreed with Bryce's self-praise, tells him through the giggles, now fully formed and loud.

"Must you?" Ethan groans, his forehead falling on her naked shoulder and Chiara is almost sure he is fighting the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose.

"You know I do," she laughs softly, though her voice has lost some of its teasing now, the sound of it purely joyous and bright.

He knows. He wouldn't have it any other way.

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love of mine (ethan x chiara)

Micro story for prompt word 'crave', which I am sure I did not use in this fic. It's a silly little thing, I just wanted to try if I am even able to create for the OH universe again. Contains h*rny Ethan in love, Chiara being Chiara and some making out. Definitely not NSFW but maybe don't read it if you are not comfortable with kissing. I am not tagging anyone because it's truly just a tiny something, but still - thank you to everyone who engages!

"And you find that statement to be true?" Chiara asks, her voice light, with a giggly edge to it, even.

It's been a good day. Normal. Mundane. Somehow good still.

"And I," Ethan responds hovering over her, his voice breathy and quiet, his lips touching Chiara's neck lightly.

"Do find," a kiss on her collarbone this time, Ethan's hands at the either side of her head and it takes just the slightest turn for her to get a close look on his forearms. On the veins there.

"That statement," Ethan continues, moving his lips higher, biting her earlobe softly. His words are mere whispers in her ears, breath hot and tickling. "To be true."

He's overheard Bryce's statement in the hospital's hall today - as did handful of new interns.

Dr. Ray, hospital's brightest and most stunning resident.

"All of it? The whole statement?" Chiara pushes, knowing very well Ethan couldn't have heard it whole. He passed them in a hurry, not even acknowledging the group of younger doctors with a nod.

"The very whole," Ethan answers in a husky voice and she knows he is not truly paying attention to their conversation, not with his teeth now grazing the bare skin of her shoulder, his fingers slowly pulling the strap of her tank top down.

It's a tie with me, of course, Bryce added quickly after complimenting Chiara, his smile as wide and chraming as always. As you have undoubtedly noticed.

Though there is nobody nearly as humble as Dr. Lahela among the doctors, Chiara responded. Bryce's smile just got wider.

Ethan couldn't have heard any of it.

"Well, Bryce will be happy to hear that," she grins, her own fingers playing with the subtle curls at the nape of Ethan's neck.

"Why," Ethan growls, although he does not look up at her, "are we bringing Lahela into this."

Chiara could let it be. She could keep quiet, she could kiss him, softly at first and hungry just a second after; could let the teasing go and enjoy Ethan's attention fully.

She could.

She tells him. Tells him about how he's just agreed with Bryce's self-praise, tells him through the giggles, now fully formed and loud.

"Must you?" Ethan groans, his forehead falling on her naked shoulder and Chiara is almost sure he is fighting the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose.

"You know I do," she laughs softly, though her voice has lost some of its teasing now, the sound of it purely joyous and bright.

He knows. He wouldn't have it any other way.

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A du Mortain is really like the spiritual opposite of friends with benefits. Romance without Perks.

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a du mortain is gonna wear combat pants to their fucking wedding

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finished my first A-mancing playthrough and now I am not sure how to go on with my life

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Do you still write?

Anon, hey😊

I do! (in my head)

(Also, I write a lot literally but not fanfics at the moment.)

However, I made a promise to myself to write two fics, however short, this month. Just to see if it's even still working between me and OH (or Foreign Affairs).

Thank you for asking ❤️

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