Summary:
AU Setting - Stripper/Exotic Dancer/Male Review Nightclub vibes
Ongoing - Bi-Weekly Update - Tuesdays | Fridays (posted only on Ao3!) - 18+
Club N109 is the hottest attraction in Linkon and has been for months. An all-male review. Entry was hard to come by, with tickets selling out every night and weeks well in advance. Their VIP was even more exclusive and private, invite-only. Gossip around town is the men who grace the stages of Club N109 are ridiculously attractive, like living fantasies (walking, talking, sex). Bearing it all or next to on stage.
Little did you know how tangled up you'd become with something drawing you not only to the club but to each of the core men within it. Some new, some childhood connections. All of them enough to make your heart skip a beat. Sometimes it takes the glow of a spotlight to gain a new perspective. Attraction, wanting, the tug of something unexplainable, mingled with trying to understand love & embracing the chaos your life soon finds itself in.
Chapter 1: Linkon's Nightlife [Prelude]
Sylus had been called many things: Bastard, Fiend, Dragon Negotiator, and most recently, a Sex Monger. To which he defended himself against in a community meeting for. Easily swaying the argument that what he and his club offered was the indulgence of fantasies. That he wasnât interested in controlling what naughty little desires people did in their own minds. Of course it helped that he had detailed and well-done contracts for all his performers and staff. Thorough, ironclad, and explicit code of conduct that extended to patrons and performers alike. Safety and emergency management plans, which included a private physician. All the way down to a detailed Waiver of Consent, and not a loophole to be found. His contracts were irrefutable by even the best of lawyers. The nail in his pearl-clutching opposition's coffin had been the extensive documentation and fiscal analytics for just how much community impact his efforts brought into the once mediocre section of waterfront. Now a thriving and lucrative community for arts, dining, and entertainment. A place Linkonians could enjoy an evening out even if it wasnât frequenting his club. Thatâs how Club N109 became an anchor point of Linkons Westside Waterfront district (a district he effectively created and controlled).
The Club.Â
The front exterior of the club seemed unassuming enough. Yet catching all the same. Sleek modern lines broke up the floor-to-ceiling windows of the front lobby. An open yet planned front patio with a small water feature and lush flora blended the building into the waterfront space. Made an area where patrons could wait outside before entering the depths of the club. It extended back to a secluded patio with unobstructed waterfront views and private access. It looked as if it had always belonged there. In a place that had been half-neglected by time. It was a plot of land that no developer could seem to claim until one day last year, when Onychinus Developments' fencing went up and construction started. Soon after, other buildings and common spaces sprang to life, revitalizing the area.
After Midnight is a Love and Deepspace AU fanfic where all of the guys are involved with an All Male (Nude) review club, Club N109, owned and run by Sylus. And all the complications that come with getting involved with it and the men within it. Current story arc is heavily harem-based with MC[You/Reader] developing the connections and relationships with each LI. It includes heavy adult themes, NSFW content, smut, and plenty of angst and drama and will eventually lean into poly-lads territory. With fluff, fun, and plot drops to keep you coming back for more. Each chapter tends to focus on a single LI (all of them tagged) or group LI interactions.
Summary: An all expenses paid tropical trip with Rafayel sounds like a dream! Only he has a work consultation and your teasing of him might just send him off the deep end.
Characters: Rafayel, MC (Reader/You)
Word Count: 3883
[ CONTENT WARNINGS | TAGS ]: 18+ [MDNI] Smut, Explicit Sexual Content, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Fluff and Smut, Vaginal Fingering, Oral S*x, Cunnilingus, Semi-Public S*x, Teasing, semi switch Rafayel vibes, Pool S*x, Underwater S*x,Public Display of Affection Short One Shot. reader afab, fem!anatomy, reader insert, no use of y/n.
cross posted on ao3
âRafayel, this is incredible!â bright voice exclaimed.
âI knoooow, right⊠theyâre just trying to butter me up so Iâll accept their proposal.â he chuckled lazily after you.
Tucking a loose strand behind your ear, eyes danced everywhere. From tropical floral arrangements around the room, to the king sized canopy bed, but the showstopper was the floor to ceiling windows. Beyond their crystal clear panes the aqua blue of an infinity edge pool overlooking the landscape and ocean view. With a sigh you drop your bags and immediately make a bee-line for the glass. A brow quirked as you stopped closer, there didnât appear to be a sliding door. Perhaps there was another door that led to the pool outside.Â
Rafayel watched your back with adoration as you spun about and headed for the glittering lull outside the private bungalow. He let the door click and auto lock behind him as he stepped further into the room. It had been an all inclusive escape, which really was to sweeten the contract request heâd received a few days prior. He tried to get out of it claiming how could he have inspiration for something he couldnât envision. Youâd been in his office when Thomas had given him the package. Practically vibrating at the idea of a vacation, whether it was for the location or time with him, he still wasnât quite sure.Â
âYouâre so cute when youâre confused.â he tutted, a knowing smile pulling on his lips.
Cheeks flushed at his words, feeling his lips brush against the skin of your bare shoulder. You parted your lips to ask what exactly he meant, when his tall athletic frame stepped past you. Pressing a large flat dial near the shear curtains, he pushed the massive single pane door open to the outside world. Rafayelâs chuckle brought your eyes back to him, unsure if he was laughing at how cute you were or laughing at you in ridiculously rich. You opted to go for the prior, cute.Â
âThis view though.â you gave a contented sigh.
âYeah, yeah⊠the view at my place is just as goodâŠand you can see more of the ocean.â
He was pouting. Without even a look at him you knew exactly how heâd be standing. A pout pressing his full lips, a slight wrinkle in his nose, and jewel toned eyes looking down through those beautiful long eyelashes. Head shook as you turned and padded softly back to his frame. You leaned pressing your breast against his folded arms in an attempt to appease him. Tipping your chin up you move to place a kiss on jawline, which he turned away from. Sucking in his cheeks Rafayel stared at the curtains as if they were the most intriguing thing heâd ever seen. Tongue clicked a sound behind your teeth as you leaned back. Slender hands darting up quickly to squeeze the shape of his pecs, which were enhanced by the fold of his arms.Â
Rafayelâs skin tingled under your touch and his body shuddered in response. His cheeks turned pink near the outer edge of his eyes as you grabbed him. Gaze snapped quickly back at you, rounded with arched brows. Long fingered hands coming to block his chest in faux modesty.Â
âHeeey , what was that for?â Rafayelâs voice still held the lingering tone of his pout.
âI thought we were supposed to enjoy this together and youâre over here sulking.â
Rafayel held back his muttering as he shifted a step. Dropping his arms he shook his head softly. How could he enjoy it when he was there on business? When he had to leave you in a couple minutes for a few hours of a dull, boring, consultation discussion? You hadnât even said anything about it being a shared bed and not separate rooms like the last trip you took (even if you ended up in his room and in his bed in the end). Skipping this consultation would be impossible, plus Thomas would have his head on a pike if he did. Stepping back he put space between your bodies, if he didnât, he didnât think heâd be able to leave.Â
âI gotta go changeâŠâ he exhaled, taking a step to his travel luggage.
âWhatâs wrong with what youâre wearing now?â you questioned toward his back.
âPuh-lease, I traveled in this. I canât wear my travel clothes to a consultation - I smell likeâŠtravel. Ha, travel clothesâŠâ
For a moment you stood dumbfounded as he quickly sequestered himself away in the bathroom behind a locked door. Yet, the way he rambled you knew he was feeling conflicted. Tying your hair up into a high ponytail you took the opportunity of his absence to change quickly into the new swimwear you brought. It was teal in color and had cuts of mesh in strategic angles, enough to be a peek. You also bought a lovely sheer sarong to go over it. You knew exactly where it was in your suitcase, but when you heard the bathroom door unlock, you bent your body forward in a feigned search. A smirk pulled to your lips hearing the gasp of air Rafayel gave. Good. At least youâd been able to plant a seed of distraction in the bratty artist.
Swallowing hard, Rafayel stared at the sight before him, longer than likely appropriate. You were bent over with your backside facing the bathroom door. Fabric of your swimsuit cradling you perfectly. Cut high on your hips, disappearing between the curves of your full rounded cheeks. There in the center he could have sworn he could see right into you. Each soft curve of you delicately presented, he felt a twinge low in his abs. Stumbling over nothing, Rafayel quickly righted himself, turning around the corner of the canopy bed. His voice rushed a string of goodbyes and rambles before he was out the door.Â
Satisfied that you had riled him up, you tied your sarong around your hips, gathered your digital reader, and ordered a delicious sounding fruity cocktail from the tiki bar. Now to wait and see how undone youâd made him upon his return.Â
Two Mai Tais and a few hours later, you were engrossed in your reading. So engrossed you hadnât heard the beep of the door unlocking, or Rafayelâs sing-song call for his âcutieâ. You licked your lips sitting upright on the lounger, you swiped another page and kept reading.Â
âFinally!â you exhaled and then startled hearing his voice behind you.
âHmpf. Finally ⊠finally Rafayel has returned⊠or finally Iâve finished my chapter, should I go away again? Leave you alone again so you can keep enjoying your reading undisturbed?â his tone had dipped into a lower register with the reemergence of his sulking.
Your cheeks instantly flushed (plus the flush from the alcohol) and deepened in color. You hadnât been sure when heâd get back and gotten too invested in your reading. It ruined the moment to welcome him back properly.Â
âOh, Rafayel! Please donâtâŠI got caught up⊠the tension between the two main characters finally...â you shushed yourself holding the digital reader over your lips and shifted under his darkening gaze.Â
Eyes raked up Rafayel's form unabashedly. You realized you hadnât seen what heâd looked like when heâd left. Too keen to rile him up. Slacks fit snug up his hips and his shirt only buttoned part way up. It revealed the curve of his pecs and the bold jut of his clavicles. A necklace dangled in the hollow of his sternum and a loose choker around his throat. Moving you stood up quickly, perhaps a little too quickly. Or it could have been a combination of the heat, the alcohol, and the position youâd been sitting in for far too long. You tumbled straight into his arms. Sheepishly you smiled into him, hands bracing on his forearms.Â
âI see someoneâs been indulging.â Rafayel huffed again, his voice deep âSooo now Iâm supposed to be indulgent of you?â
Rafayel flicked his eyes away as you stared up at him. Your hands had tightened on his forearms as you attempted to right yourself. It had been cruel of you to tease him like that before his meeting. A few of the questions to him during the consultation needed to be repeated multiple times because he couldnât concentrate. Crueler still was his welcome back, or rather the lack thereof. Not that heâd expected you to be in bed waiting for him (okay, maybe he had). But to have been nearly, completely, ignored upon his arrival? Never mind the fact you hadnât known when exactly heâd return from the meeting. Still, heâd waited 800 years for you and you couldnât even go a few hours before forgetting about him. Rafayelâs brows furrowed in further annoyance, his pout setting firmer.Â
His arms moved behind the small of your back to steady you unconsciously. Touch searing to your bare skin. Then you blinked as he began to step back and pull away from the haphazard, unintentional embrace. Fingers curled into the fabric of his dress shirt in an attempt to keep him with you. Tugging at the designer shirt as you stepped backwards, each step closer to the edge of the patio. Each soft tug egging him to follow after you. Your lips pursed to match his pout, then a breath of his name. Releasing one of his sleeves, you hand moved down untying the sarong from around your hip. Sheer fabric fell with a light flutter to the ground as he stepped over it. Then you caught it. His glance, his subtle swallow. So you decided to choose your words carefully with as much innuendo and intention as you could muster to your flustered pouting fish.
âIâve been waiting for you to join me all day. I think you should get undressed and get wet with me.âÂ
Rafayelâs eyes widened slightly as he looked at your playful little smirk. Unable to hide the way color started to rise high along his cheeks. He knew what you were doing, you were trying to lure him out of his foul mood with flirting. Sucking in his cheeks the tall purple haired artist huffed, trying to draw his attention away from you, to not give you the satisfaction of getting him flushed. But then you took a step back too far, the heel of your foot slipping off the back coping of the pool's edge in your private bungalow patio. Even though it was nothing but clear water underneath you, the entry steps on the other side of where you currently were, Rafayel still moved forward to catch you. An action that had you both tumbling into the shallow water instead with a large splash. Standing in the 3 foot deep water, Rafayel shoved both hands through his wet purple locks, hands slicking it backwards with a breath. Surfacing shortly after, you broke with a soft laugh. Moving forward your hands slid up the shirt now clinging deliciously to his well build body.
Pressing Rafayel backwards against the coping you nestled between his legs. Hooking a finger into the choker he wore to pull him into a kiss. Rafayel tried to pull back away. As he did your teeth sunk into his lower lip with a bite strong enough to leave a shift of color, but not enough to break skin. Rafayel gasped and glared back down at you, tonguing his lower lip. Despite his annoyance, the one thing he couldnât hide from you in those jewel toned eyes was his growing desire. Water swayed in soft waves from your earlier splash around the pair of you. Lapping gently at skin as you shifted, keeping Rafayel pinned to the pools edge. Your kisses trailed down his long neck to collar while your hands moved up. Soaked fabric was gripped tightly in your hands as you pulled it from his torso and shoved it down his arms. The intention to briefly constrict his arms with the fabric.Â
Kiss and scraping of teeth moved over his pec. Tongue lapping at the beauty mark above his bond mark. Your fingers slid up snug under his chin then down against his throat. Feeling the way his Adamâs apple bobbed under your touch. As you bit his chest, Rafayel gave a muffled whimper. He could feel your teeth scraped against his flesh again as he watched you lower over his body. Finding his nipple with another nip and lap of tongue. Sucking hard against him until heâd tensed and hardened under your lips. Then you moved lower. Rafayelâs eyes were already starting to glaze as you peered up at him. Mouth and nose under the water but eyes up, watching him react as you bit over the beauty mark on his abs. Like an ambush predator lurking in the depths.
You lifted yourself just enough to draw in a fresh breath of air before dipping under the water's surface. Tip of your tongue flicked against his belly button causing the tall man to flutter against you. Blowing out bubbles against his skin he jerked more. Bracing your hands on his strong thighs, knees resting on the pool bottom, you opened your mouth against the growing bulge in his slacks. Applying just a hint of pressure with your teeth in a squeeze. Water around you rippled as his hips jerked backward. With caution and very slow movements you nibbled against the cloth covered length of him. That was until your lungs burned for air. Breaching the surface again you were met with a much darker gaze. The various marks on Rafayelâs bare chest blossoming in hues of red and pinks along with his flush. Your fingers worked at the slacks snug and clinging to his body in an attempt to work them down.Â
âWhat are you a piranha?âÂ
Rafayel assisted, or rather, allowed you to remove him from his dress slacks. Youâd left his boxers on like swim shorts. He reached down between you to grab the fabric and chuck it back on to the patio with a wet, heavy, sloshing thump. Then he moved. Free from the confines of his dress shirt which floated in the wake behind him as he stepped forward. Deep maroon fabric floated for a moment before sinking to its shallow grave on the pool's floor. You stepped backward as Rafayelâs form stalked. His eyes had deepened into a more blue shift, a flutter of iridescent scales along his cheekbone. Swallowing again you stepped deeper and deeper into the pool, water rising to your chest. Thankful the deepest part was only 4.5 feet deep. What you hadnât realized was that heâd already walked you far enough back to be pinned against the tile of the infinity edge. Skin pressed against slick tiles blocking the water flow. Now no longer in the slightly obscured protection your private pool entrance had given.
âRafayel.â you gasped softly, feeling his hands grab yours under the water.
âFirst you taunt me, ignore, then tease me. Then what? Hm, were you trying to tempt me further under the water?â
"Rafayel, Iââ his lips stop your words cold.
You suck in air after he broke the impossibly deep kiss that had left you breathless. Water cascading down in erratic patterns from the waterfall beside your shoulders as his torso pinned you further into the tile. His jaw under yours, nose nestled near the hollow of your ear. His voice a rough, deep, sort of rumble as he pulls your wrists up. Eyes widening at the sight of your wrists being bound tight by your own swimwear bottoms. You had hardly even noticed him doing it. Youâd been too focused on the dark desire swimming in his gaze and the bite of his words.Â
âYou forget that one of us can breathe underwater. And itâs not you, cutie.â
Just like that Rafayel dipped under the shimmering surface of the pool. You bite the back of your own hand as he wrenched your thighs apart and his mouth latched on to you with heat and little remorse. Rafayel had settled, knelt between your legs with ease under the water. His mouth hungry, his tongue fervent. Strong pink muscle drove into you again and again with long steady licks. Twirling within warm and wet walls, making you begin to flinch and flutter with every stroke. Rafayel gripped your thighs firmer as you started to flounder under the effort of his mouth. Pulling back only slightly he exhaled a flurry of bubbles against your skin and clit.Â
Gasping with a whimper you arch against the tile at the new tickling sensation over your clit. Feeling him vibrate and move against your flesh. Swallowing down another moan as the man beneath you sucked your clit hard between pursed lips. Body began to slump further down as he continued to fuck you in earnest with his tongue. Water splashing against your upper chest and neck. A large hand slid up your hip, keeping you pinned to the wall and from sinking any further into the water. Legs start to instinctively float up to wrap around his head and shoulders when a beach ball floated across your field of fuzzy vision. Jerking slightly you choke at the sight of a child starting to swim after it. Hands grip roughly against Rafayelâs floating hair. Tugging again. Tugging until you tugged a little rougher with a fist full to pull him away. A growl settled low in his throat as he broke the water's surface again.
âNot so rough, cutie.â
âRafâŠwait.â you could barely swallow, eyes flicking to the on coming splashes.
âWorried about getting caught? Shoulda thought about that before toying with me in the water, cutie.â he followed your gaze, but sounded indifferent about it.Â
Eyes snapped to him as you tried to maintain your breath, tried to appear like youâd not just been on the brink of an impossibly strong orgasm. Like you were looking for his mercy. Rafayelâs hot breath fell over your soaked skin, prickling it up in goosebumps as he did. Shifting he moved towards the ball and plucked it from the water. Smacking it hard the opposite direction. It skipped off the water's surface and then bounced out onto the concrete. The action caused the child to go splashing back after it. Leaving the pair of you undisturbed. Turning back, Rafayelâs breath was a shudder. The muscles in his jawline tightened as he closed his mouth, stepping to pin your bodies together. His hand moved between your thighs, thrusting in with a sudden stroke. Your jaw fell open to moan as his mouth found you. His plush lips swallowed the sound of your pleasure. Watching you start to succumb to him again.Â
His kiss changes. Tongue withdrawing from its dance with yours. Rafayelâs touch is tender as his thumb swipes wetly across your cheek. Long fingers tangling themselves in your wet locks. Lashes close over your eyes as the kiss deepens. Warmth spreads from everywhere heâs connected to you. You feel his chest expand against yours with and inhale. Then your lungs seem to surge with his exhale. Like heâs giving you the very breath of his soul. His Lemurian kiss. A kiss that allows you to sink under the surface of the water with him now. Rafayel lies back against the bottom of the pool. Glittering, blues, pinks, and oranges dancing above in the ripples. In the water you move practically weightless to Rafayelâs guiding. Now able to stay under with him, without the burning in your chest for oxygen. You stare down to the still hungry, yet almost worshipful, look off the man between your thighs.Â
A strong grip sockets your hips again and pulls you down. With knees bent on either side of his head, feet tucked under his shoulders. Leaning forward your hands splay against the poolâs tiled basin. Letting your body become fully seated on Rafayelâs face under the water's surface. Sensitive clit being nudged and nosed by him as nips and sucks at your flesh. Moving to your inner thigh briefly to leave his mark on you as youâd done to his chest. Bubbles erupt from your lips in shock of brief pain and pressure. Then Rafayelâs tongue pushes through you once more, deep as he can get. Hands slip back against the tile and into his hair again as you feel the swell building. Youâre almost there when two of his skillful fingers dive back into your depths. Your scream a broken sound under the surface and an eruption of bubbles dance to the surface to break along the water edge as you were breaking around him.Â
For a moment you linger in your bliss. Under the cool sway of water. With effortless ease, Rafayel pushed your body downward over his. Thighs spread further apart to accommodate the width of his chest. Feeling your pussy lips drag over the well defined curves of his muscles, until he has you over his cock. Grinding his still clothed length against you in a tease. Letting you feel how impossibly hard he was. Pulling you back and forth over him like waves lapping at the sand. Clothed head notches against you a few times, but never enough to enter. Just as you start to move your hands to capture him, he shifts. For a moment you forget just how strong he actually was. Bodies shift together as he pushes up, planting his feet on the tiled surface of the pool's bottom. Standing easily with you wrapped around his waist. Water dripping and splashing down around you both as he begins to walk back towards the private patio and your bungalow. Each step you can feel him between your thighs and backside.
âThis time, I want to actually taste you.â his voice still wrapped and dripping with lust âIâm going to tease you, toy with you, and tempt youâŠâ
Rafayelâs moved his head into the hollow of your arms, with your wrists still bound behind his neck. Large hands braced over your lower back and curve of ass. Water moves easily around you both with a wake behind every one of his determined steps. You can feel him thrust once against you, giving his clothed length some additional friction. Each step careful as he exits the pool. Large floor to ceiling glass door left open as he drops you on the bed. Fingertips working the wet fabric from your wrists, then your top along with it. He leans caging your body with a kiss before pulling up. A dark look in his eye as he tips his chin downward. Large hands spreading your thighs apart once more. Tongue runs along his lips in a lick as he lowers.Â
âThen, when youâre absolutely begging for me. Iâll make sure my cock fills every inch of your needy little pussy.â he paused for a moment, staring at you from between your thighs, intense and unwavering.
Hi!! I was wondering if you had a online shop or anything like that- I saw your booth and wanted to get one of your chest keychains, but I couldn't visit your booth on the last day I was there đą
So super delayed in answering but I do have an online shop! think itâs linked on my main page
TLDR: Crimson Steamă»Beautiful Strangersă»My Sweet Spotă»Should I really send them back?ă»Eternal Returnă»After Midnight
â Crimson Steam
By: ao3 CoralReefQueen (tumblr @coralreefqueenao3)
Tags: Rafayel (feat. other LI's), bounty hunters au, vampires, steampunk, gothic, victorian, friends to lovers, violence, slow burn, smut, angst with a happy ending
In a world riddled with danger; vampires, werewolves, and humans co-exist. Rafayel, a vampire with a hidden motive, disgraces his kind by spending his days with a Huntress, a woman who hunts his own. Together, they are misfits, bonded by a traumatic past, paving a new path side-by-side. Vampires and their capabilities, strengths and weaknesses are still unknown, even to themselves. So love between a human and vampire is simply unheard of, especially when it involves a Claimed human, one who already belongs to another. Rafayel can only hope he's strong enough to fight the Frenzy, his instincts, and the ones out for his life. Unfortunately for him, hope in his world, is hard to find.
â Beautiful Strangers
By: ao3 lyejee
Tags: Rafayel, idols au, fluff, smut, explicit sexual content, loss of virginity, light angst, porn with plot
The NDA in your hands isnât hard to understand. It outlines much that youâd expect: donât tell anyone, donât post about it, donât allude to any sort of relation to the idol in question. Essentially: pretend this never happened.
After your first and what is supposed to be your only night with Rafayel, main vocalist of EVOL, you're meant to keep your distance. But it seems like he just keeps preventing that from happening.
Zayne rarely has time for anything outside of work. Thatâs the way it has been most of his life. Always studying, always working, always busy. Things like relationships and sex fell through the cracks as consequence to this neverending cycle. So when he decides to take some time for himself and goes to a party for people to practice kink the last thing he expects is to find someone he knows, least of all the cute baker from his favorite dessert shop looking like every fantasy heâs ever had.
You talk and realize that you both want the same thing, pleasures without any strings attached. Since you want the same thing it should be easy not to catch any feelingsâŠright?
Why is Xavier in my bed? What is happening? How is this possible?
I try to wriggle out of his embrace, but itâs like wrestling a warm, affectionate octopus. His grip is unyielding, and despite the absurdity of it all, I canât help but think... there are definitely worse scenarios to wake up to.
We stay like this for a while, his presence simultaneously grounding and suffocating, until the sound of multiple footsteps echoes beyond my closed bedroom door. My blood runs cold.
Driven to discover your true identity, you face off against cults, conspiracies, and cosmic fate even as you tangle with five competing men whose interest feels as dangerous as it is undeniable. You'll have to figure out how to stand on your own two feet before the power in your heart consumes you from within - or destroys the world.
Club N109 is the hottest attraction in Linkon and has been for months. An all-male review. Entry was hard to come by, with tickets selling out every night and weeks well in advance. Their VIP was even more exclusive and private, invite-only. Gossip around town is the men who grace the stages of Club N109 are ridiculously attractive, like living fantasies (walking, talking, sex). Bearing it all or next to on stage.
Little did you know how tangled up you'd become with something drawing you not only to the club but to each of the core men within it. Some new, some childhood connections. All of them enough to make your heart skip a beat. Sometimes it takes the glow of a spotlight to gain a new perspective. Attraction, wanting, the tug of something unexplainable, mingled with trying to understand love & embracing the chaos your life soon finds itself in.
AN: Round two of ao3 fic recs! If any more of these lovely people happen to be on tumblr, let me know so I can tag them! âïž
I missed the window⊠guess weâll have a chapter update finally sometime tomorrow? whatâs another day for readers whoâve been waiting two weeks for this update?
