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[woylover7000]

SPOILERS FOR GRIEVING OVER YONDER (WANDER BY HEART AND WANDERJUICE)

THANK YOU SO MUCH TO @gabbzthebutterfly FOR MAKING THIS AWESOME ANIMATIC!!!! IT IS FIRE!!!!

[notthepoet]

I know what I want. I am very aware of my desires. Like right now I want to stare at you , fixed , deep and blank . I expected more from you like you're a 10 year old who hasn't eaten his vegetables. Sometimes i want to pinch your nose and make you look at me forcefully. Almost like you're such an inattentive student in my class I have to teach how to read into my sadness. More often than not , I want to touch you simply , nothing sexual or intimate , simple touches that would make you more of a real person to me , more feasible and less imaginary. Most of the time , and in utmost intensity i want to exist , just exist in the same space as you. You in front of me would be the most magical thing ever. If i am ever able to see you. .....

[ unfinished]

[goldenhourglows]

Pink and Blood Red: An Unexpected Melody in Moriarty's World: sfw

Bathed in the soft morning light, the high ceilings adorned with intricate carvings felt both alien and intriguing to Y/N. Not because of their design, but because she knew where they came from. The deep red Victorian room—thick velvet curtains, plush carpet, even the sheets enveloping her—wasn't hers. This was another world, one she'd only been able to explore through a screen and her wild imagination.

A warm sensation on her neck woke her from a deep, restless sleep. Searching for the spot where she felt a slight ache, she was greeted by the faint scent of roses and tobacco. A kiss mark. Her heart pounded, a disturbing warning that oscillated between panic and overwhelming joy. She turned slowly, anxious about what she was about to see, but also hopeful.

Next to her lay a man with slightly disheveled golden-blonde hair. His handsome, well-proportioned face was barely visible, obscured by bedhead. Long eyelashes obscured his eyelids, his thin lips slightly parted. But what caught her eye were his eyes, which shimmered faintly in the bedroom light like red jewels, even as she slept. William James Moriarty.

These past two hours—or perhaps longer, Y/N wasn't sure—flipped through her mind like a movie. The thrilling conversation, the low but captivating laughter, and of course, the inevitable intimacy. The scenarios she'd spun in solitude, the lines she'd exchanged in front of the mirror, and the fantasies she'd harbored were now reality. She'd entered a world she longed for, perhaps even loved, and, more than anything, she'd become part of the story of one of its protagonists.

"William?" she whispered huskily, a little anxious. She wondered whether she should wake him. Was this real? Or was it a dream so vivid she didn't want to wake up from?

His head moved slightly, and his red eyes slowly opened, blinking several times as if absorbing the light. His gaze, blurred between sleep and wakefulness, was now fixed on Y/N. A faint, almost imperceptible smile played on his lips.

“Are you awake, honey?” His voice was husky and deep, sending shivers down Y/N’s spine. He grabbed her hand, hidden beneath the sheets, and gripped her slender, strong fingers tightly.

“I… I think so,” Y/N replied, still trying to come to terms with reality. “Is this… really happening?”

William withdrew her hand and placed it on Y/N’s cheek. He gently stroked it with his thumb. “It’s like someone who doesn’t know how they felt last night.”

“Last nigh” Y/N swallowed. “I just… I can’t believe it.”

“Can’t you believe you’re here, with me?” He leaned forward a little, closing the gap between them. “Or do you just not believe I’m real?”

“Both?” Y/N laughed nervously. “I feel like I’m dreaming, but… this love bite feels so real.” He pointed to his neck.

William chuckled, his voice deeper and more seductive. “Sometimes, reality can be so much more satisfying than dreams, right?” He then moved his hand and lifted the sheets slightly. Y/N blushed at the sight. She was wearing William’s oversized shirt, but it still felt so intimate and warmly.

“Where my clothes?”

“I saved them for you,” William replied casually, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “Don’t worry. I made sure no one would disturb you.”

Y/N stared at him in disbelief. It had all gone so smoothly, exactly as she’d expected from William Moriarty. His intelligence, his overwhelming aura, and an unexpectedly intimate touch. This wasn’t just a fantasy, it was an exploration.

“So,” William said in his usual tone, which felt more personal. “What would you like for breakfast, my love?”

“My love?” Y/N repeated, her eyes widening slightly. Those were the words she had been waiting for.

William smiled knowingly. "Yes, my love. Does that bother you?"

"No," Y/N shook her head quickly. "Not at all. I'm just... surprised."

"Surprise is the beginning of discovery," she said, her eyes shining. "I'm sure we'll both have many discoveries to make."

The day passed unexpectedly quickly. Y/N explored the luxurious room, examining every detail that seemed to have been lifted from a history book or a scene from her favorite anime. The wardrobe was filled with beautiful dresses that seemed to have been chosen especially for her. There were also several men's suits, some of which might be considered divisive. William gave her free rein, and she chose a simple yet elegant navy dress, wearing it with little hesitation.

William joined her for breakfast, not at the formal dining table, but on a private balcony overlooking the perfectly manicured gardens. They enjoyed fresh toast, sweet fruit jam, and steaming coffee. The conversation flowed naturally, from philosophical discussions about justice to lighthearted jokes about royal life. Y/N felt challenged, yet grateful. William listened intently to her every word, occasionally asking for her opinion and occasionally accepting criticism with a smile.

"Y/N, your perspective on the justice system is interesting," William said, taking a sip of his coffee. "A realistic, yet humane approach...refreshing."

"I just don't like seeing people oppressed," Y/N replied, poking at a strawberry on her plate. "And sometimes the very laws we're supposed to uphold become tools of oppression."

William nodded slowly, his eyes deep in thought. "Yes, justice is a complicated concept. So complicated that sometimes...it has to bend a little to achieve it." There was a dark undertone to his words, but Y/N didn't feel threatened. On the contrary, she felt understood.

It was moments like these, the deep conversations they shared while staring into each other's eyes, that attracted Y/N to William the most. He was a complex man, mysterious yet endowed with a keen sense of humor and a brilliant intellect. And now she could see it all firsthand, feel his captivating presence.

That afternoon, William took her for a walk in the garden. The fresh air, the scent of blooming roses, and the distant sound of horse bells created a tranquil atmosphere. He held her hand, and she could feel the warmth of his skin through her touch.

"Did you ever imagine something like this would happen?" he asked softly.

You shook your head. "Honestly, never. I've always been impressed by your story, the way you see the world, and your determination to change it. But like this... being with you... it's like a fantasy story come true."

"And now you're the hero of this story, Y/N," William whispered, pulling her close. They stopped in the shade of a tree, enveloped in its shadow. "My lover."

He said the word "lover" again, and this time Y/N met his gaze without hesitation. There was a twinkle of deep interest in his crimson eyes, an unspoken invitation.

"I'm happy to be the hero of your story, William," you replied quietly.

William's smile widened. He leaned in and kissed her. It wasn't a rushed kiss like last night, but a deep, passionate one. A kiss of promise. A promise of deeper intimacy, a promise of a longer story.

That night, back in their bedroom, the atmosphere grew even more intimate. A small fire blazed in the fireplace, casting a reddish glow on the walls. William sat her down on the comfortable velvet sofa, and she leaned against his shoulder. She could feel his steady heartbeat and breathing.

“You know,” William said, gently stroking Y/N’s hair. “In my world, I often feel alone. I overthink my grandiose goals and the fragility of the world. Sometimes I forget that there are people who can share my burdens, or even the meaning of simply being silent.”

You looked at him. “William, I can’t help you change the world. I’m just… me.”

“That’s your value,” William interrupted, turning to her. “You are you. Y/N, you don’t see me as the brilliant villain Moriarty, or the calculating aristocrat Moriarty. You see something different in me.”

“I see you as someone who fights for justice, in unconventional ways,” you said sincerely. "And... I think you need a little warmth."

William grin sincerely, and a little sadly. "Perhaps you're right."

Then he took your hand, brought it to his lips, and reverently kissed the back of it. The touch was electric, like an unspoken confession.

Complicated emotions swirled within her. Overwhelming joy at her dream coming true, deep respect for William, and a hint of anxiety. She knew William's world wasn't easy, and their relationship wouldn't be as simple as she'd imagined. But with his warmth beside her and his gentle whispers in her ear, she didn't want to think about the future. She just wanted to savor this moment as William James Moriarty's lover.

The next few days passed like a dream. He took you to operas, lavish parties, and secret meetings exclusively attended by the powerful. She discovered another side to William: a man who controlled everything and planned everything down to the smallest detail. But amidst all the ambition and intrigue, there was always time for you. William always made time to talk to her, to check in on how she was, or just to share a moment of intimate silence.

One evening, when you returned to her Moriarty residence, she sensed something was different. William seemed more tense, his eyes more intense.

"What's the matter, William?" you asked worriedly.

William took a deep breath. "My little plan. has been interrupted."

"Interrupted?"

"Yes. Someone is trying to get in my way. Someone who shouldn't be getting in my way." William looks at you thoughtfully. "And I must neutralize that interference."

You feel a chill run down your spine. She knows William will never do anything half-heartedly to achieve his goals.

"Is it dangerous?"

"To anyone who tries to get in my way? Of course." William smiles slightly, a smile that doesn't reach his eyes. "But you, my love? With me, you're safe. Always."

He pulls you close, and you feel safe in his embrace. She knows she's standing next to the most dangerous man in the world. But she also knows he loves her, and that love may be just as dangerous as his ambition.

Over the next few days, you keep a close eye on William as he works. You witness how he plans, how he schemes, and how he achieves his goals with deadly precision. She doesn't always like his methods, but she understands his motivations. He wants to create a better world, a just one. Even if it requires using evil means to achieve it.

“Have you never feared that your actions would be turned against me?” you asked one night, sitting by your window, gazing at the twinkling lights of London.

William smiled faintly. “Fear is an unproductive emotion, Y/N. And I don’t have time for it. Besides,” he pulled you close, “you’re part of my plan, aren’t you? You’re my happiness, and I will protect it at all costs.”

You felt a warmth spread through her body. She realized her choice. She had chosen to enter William’s world, to love him. And although she knew the risks ahead, she had no regrets.

She was captivated by his intelligence, his passion, and even his inner darkness. She discovered his complexities and loved him for all his good and bad.

One afternoon, a letter arrived at their apartment. You watched William read it. His expression changed. It was a mixture of disappointment and suppressed anger.

"What?" you asked.

"Someone who promised to work with me... suddenly changed their mind. They felt I was being too extreme." William gave a wry smile. "Isn't that strange? They want change, but they're afraid of the consequences."

"What are you going to do?"

"I'll go to them," William answered, his eyes shining. "And remind them of their promise. And the consequences of betrayal."

You felt the urge to argue with him. It was too dangerous. But she knew it was futile. William wouldn't stop.

All she could do was hold his hand and support him silently.

William shook his hand in return, his red eyes meeting yours. "Don't worry, Y/N. I'll come back. And I'll teach them an important lesson."

And then William turned his back on you and walked out, the door closing behind him. You waited for hours, your heart beating furiously with each passing second. I flipped through your book to try and distract yourself, but you thoughts were all about William.

It was late into the night when William finally returned. He looked tired, but his eyes held a glimmer of satisfaction. He returned to you and pulled her into a tight embrace.

“It’s over,” he whispered in her ear. “You know that now.”

You couldn’t help but sigh in relief. She knew she couldn’t protect William from the world he’d created, but he would return. That was all that mattered.

They sat together, savoring the silence of the night. your leaned against William’s shoulder, feeling his warmth and security. She had entered a world full of danger and intrigue, and found love in an unexpected place.

“Thank you, William” she whispered.

“For what, my love”

“For bringing me here. For teaching me…all of this.”

William kissed her forehead. “You’re part of my world now, Y/N. And I’ll never let you go.”

Y/N smiled. She knew her life would never be the same again. She had become part of William James Moriarty's story, and their story was just beginning. The pink of her dreams met and blended with the blood of his ambition, creating an unexpected melody that would forever bind them together. She had entered his world and never wanted to leave. This was her new reality, and she loved it. She loved William, with all his complexities. She was prepared for whatever happened, as long as she was with him.

This I edited and posted this on my personal Pinterest a long time ago, but I'm no longer active on Pinterest. It's annoying that most people steal my anime pfps, so private anyway, so I don't have the enthusiasm to make pfps anymore. I switched to Tumblr and this is myself editing Capcut. Oh, Capcut is annoying me now. Capcut is now premium, but I looked for Capcut mods on the site and of course I found that it works. Then, for what you see, I asked for help using AI to move the image characters.

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[darkfalcone]

Love Thy Neighbor - 1

Pairing: Dark!Older!Rio Vidal/Neighbor!Reader; Kate Bishop/Reader

Warnings: Nothing in this chapter

Summary: You make the mistake one day to accept the invite to drink with your neighbor, Rio. Who you have known for a few years now.

You didn’t mind cutting the grass for your parents, considering it gave you something to do during the day when your friends were busy at work. The weekends were boring for you, considering the moment you turned eighteen, your parents left every weekend. Now that you were in your twenties, they were still going. You didn’t mind all too much—in fact, you loved having privacy and time to yourself. You dragged the lawnmower out of your garage, wanting to get it over with as fast as you could. You hated how hot it was outside, but as you were putting your earbuds in, you were surprised to see your neighbor outside on her patio. You wondered if she was going to go into her pool, but you shook the thoughts out of your head as you turned your music on and started the lawnmower.

You did the front of your lawn first, which was the worst in your opinion. After twenty minutes, you stopped, rushing into your house through the backyard to get something to drink. You wished you had brought it outside with you in the first place. Before you could go through the back door, your neighbor waved at you as she made her way to the fence.

You pulled out an earbud, walking up to the fence just as she put her arms on the top of it. She smiled at you, and you gave her a small smile back. You hated how awkward you felt—wiping your forehead before speaking up.

“Is everything okay, Ma Vidal?” You asked, looking behind her instead of at her. You hoped that she didn’t notice.

“Please, you can call me ‘Rio’.” Rio stated. “I can’t believe you’re out in this heat.”

You chuckled, “The lawn isn’t going to cut itself.”

Rio nodded, “Well, when you’re done, you’re more than welcome to come join me. Your parents won’t be back until Monday, yeah?”

“Yeah, like each time.” You stated, not realizing that it sounded like you snapped at her. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to—“

Rio cut you off. “No need to apologize, I get it. If you ever want to come over when they’re gone, you’re more than welcome.”

You stood there silently, forgetting that you were going in to get something to drink. Rio stayed in place as well; her eyes lingered a little too long. The silence was awkward, unsure of what to say next.

“Well, I’m going to get something to drink and finish the lawn.” You stated.

“Think about my offer!” Rio called after you.

You gave her a thumbs-up as you walked into your house. You grabbed a water bottle and headed back outside with it, not wanting to waste any more time. You took a few sips before putting it on the porch.

You finished the front and back in an hour and a half, only stopping to take sips. You were surprised to see Rio was still outside, but she was working on her garden. Once you put the lawnmower away, you took a deep breath. You were bored, and your girlfriend, Kate, was still at work. What’s the worst that could happen?

You made your way to the part of the fence that she was closest to, clearing your throat to get her attention. “Hey, is it okay if I take a shower and then come hang out for a bit? It’s hot, and I’m all nasty.”

“No.”

You gave Rio a confused look. What did she mean by ‘no’? At first you thought she was joking, but the way she was glaring told you otherwise.

“No?”

“No, you can’t take a shower.”

You let out a laugh, trying to cut through some of the tension.

“What’s so funny?” Rio asked, crossing her arms.

You stopped laughing as panic started to set in. Did you do or say something wrong? Or did something ruin her good mood?

“No—nothing, I thought—“ you began, but Rio started to laugh.

You were left confused as she laughed, holding her stomach as she finally calmed her laughter down.

“Oh, you should have seen your face!” Rio cried out as she shook her head. “I was fucking with you, darling. Go take your shower, and if I’m not out here, please knock on the front door.”

You slowly nodded, but when you processed what she had said, you felt your face heat up. You walked away, trying your best not to rush as you still felt her eyes on you. When you were inside, you grabbed some clean clothes and went straight for the bathroom.

She had called you darling.

She wasn’t flirting with you.

Of course not.

You took your time in the shower, listening to music at the highest volume since your parents were gone. You weren’t sure what they did Friday to Monday, but they always made sure you had food and money. As you scrubbed your body, you wondered why Rio was now just talking to you. The two of you had been neighbors since you turned nineteen, and now that you were in your twenties, she randomly offered to hang out with you. You shook your head, realizing that that sounded odd. Normally when you left the house, it was to hang out with your friends or go to work, so you never saw her much.

When you got out of the shower, you dried yourself and quickly put your clothes on after using your deodorant. You turned your music off when you were done getting ready, wanting to be over at Rio’s house as quickly as possible. You grabbed your phone and keys before heading to her house. You were thankful she was next door, hating how hot it was outside.

You checked her backyard, and she wasn’t there, so you quickly made your way towards her front yard. You took a deep breath as you made your way up the stairs, knocking ever so lightly. You scrolled on your phone, trying to kill time as you waited for her to answer the door. Too busy with watching some video, you hadn’t noticed her opening the door.

“Hey!” Rio shouted.

“Ah—“ you gasped, almost dropping your phone. You got a better grip of it just as Rio moved to the side so you could come in.

“Please don’t sneak up on me again like that.” You frowned.

Rio let out a sigh, “I’m sorry.”

“I forgive you this time.” You said with a smile as she led you to her living room.

You couldn’t help but look around; her house layout intrigued you. You also loved that she had things all over. Before you could continue to admire her house, Rio brought you back from your thoughts.

“Make yourself comfortable, and I promise you that you can ask for anything; you’re not a bother.” Rio smiled, sitting down across from you on the other couch.

“Thank you,” you said, giving her a small smile.

“So… you got a boyfriend?” Rio asked, causing you to choke on spit.

You weren’t expecting her to ask that randomly, but you shook your head when you composed yourself.

“Absolutely not.” You chuckled. “I do have a girlfriend, though.”

Rio leaned back in her spot, and with an eyebrow raised, she asked, “Oh? Is that so?”

You nod, “Yeah! Her name is Kate, and we’ve been together for about two years now. She’s an amazing person, and she’s actually my first girlfriend.”

Rio gave you a soft smile. “I’m so happy for you.”

“Thank you.”

You watched as Rio got up and made her way to her kitchen.

“Want something to drink?” Rio asked as she opened her fridge.

“I’ll take a water if that’s okay.” You said, and for a second, you thought you heard Rio laugh.

“More than okay.”

When she handed you the water bottle, you smiled and said thank you before opening it. The two of you sat in a comfortable silence when your phone went off. You took it out of your pocket and smiled when you saw that it was Kate.

“Hey,” you said, answering your phone.

You smiled, taking a sip of your water as Kate continued to talk. “Yeah! I’m just at my neighbor’s if you want to pick me up?”

You hummed, too focused on your conversation with Kate to notice that Rio was now glaring at you.

“I’ll see you in twenty minutes. I love you.” You said.

When Kate said it back, you hung up and turned your attention back to Rio, who was smiling. You were too oblivious to notice that it was a fake smile, but Rio couldn’t help but enjoy that about you.

“I’m sorry I’ll be having to cut this short; Kate just got off work, and she wants to go see the new movie that just came out.” You admit, but Rio’s expression didn’t change.

“That’s okay. Tomorrow, if you want to, you can come over and check out my physical media collection.” Rio suggested.

You nodded excitedly, “I would love that! I love looking at people’s collections.”

“Good, good.” Rio continued. “If you wanted to, you’re more than welcome to stay here until she gets here.”

“Thank you, I appreciate you.”

Rio smiled, making a mental note to go and buy as many movies as she could once you left. She wanted to impress you, and so, if this was what it was going to take, then so be it.

[desmond-the-queer-dragon]

Came up with a great story idea. Can’t wait for my brain to make it so intricate in my head yet impossible to write out.

[dynamicducks]

WIP Whenever

I was tagged by the lovely @gortashsrighthand and @carnivaley and I think I got 1 good WIP left in this chapter before I move on to Chap 42. @carnivaley is getting a second tag since she did a lot of photomode for this one and I'm going to include them later. So you'll see that at the end after the text. (Example image, she made a lot more)

I'll tag @moon-trix @2000213a @astrmoon25 @cinder-rellish181 @carnivaley and @gortashsrighthand

Let's pick up where we left off, shall we?

In that moment, Riley rushed over to the spirit and embraced it. She didn’t care for procedure, formality, or decorum. None of that mattered as Riley gave her mother a hug. Riley didn’t know what she was feeling, relief, shame, care, fear, love, regret, but she knew she had to just hug mom. She didn’t know what words to say, so for a bit the pair simply held one another in silence. Eventually, though, Riley began to speak, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!”

Her mother simply patted Riley on the back, “I know, I know, don’t worry.” She squeezed Riley before pulling slightly back so she could look Riley in the eyes.

Riley looks on, worried, “I…why are you so relaxed when you say that?!” Riley says, distressed.

Her mother continues, “My dear, I have been dead for over a decade.  Even if I hadn’t come to terms with everything prior to my passing I would have gathered myself by now.”

Riley couldn’t take that as an answer, “But I killed you! I caused you so much pain and suffering! Why are you here?!”

Yet again her mother looks on with a humorous smile at Riley, “Every child causes some pain to their mothers. Normally the worst of it is when we bring you into the world, for me it was when you took me out of it.” She chuckles at her own joke, “But on a more serious note, I knew of the darkness within you since I first found you. I knew that it might one day overtake you, consume you.”

That answer still didn’t satisfy her, “So why take me in? Why care?! Why not just move on with your day, or just toss me into the sea?! Why?”

Her mother’s smile grew sweet, “Because I knew you were not wholly a monster. That there was still a child who needed the love of a mother. So, in spite of the evil that lurked in your heart, I took you in. And to tell you the truth, if I was given the chance I would do it all over again.”

Riley barely had the words to respond. The only thing she could think to really do was hug her mother again and tell her “I love you.”

Riley’s mother chuckled, “I love you too.”

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Withers answers with a voice as dead as he looks, “I am here to retrieve you. To bring you back to the world of the living.”

Riley looked on, confused, “But Bhaal took my soul, he said as much. He said ‘I shall reclaim it’ when he killed me, so aren’t I stuck?”

Wither’s response was simple yet blunt, “No. Bhaal tried to extinguish thee but his wrath is imprecise. He only succeeded in claiming the part of thee he knew. The Urge that drove thee to terrible acts, the spark of brutality that made thee his.”

Riley’s mother pieces together what Withers is about to say, “But the daughter I raised, the sweet girl who never left the house without her favorite bear, was spared.”

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Riley walks up to her mother and hugs her as hard as she can, not so much fearing losing her anymore but as if she was trying to make up for lost time. As Riley pulls back she speaks, “All that is good in me began with you, mom.”

Her mother shakes her head, “Riley, you always had good in you. All I did was nurture it.”

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And now the promised photo's (There are a lot more but those are for the chapter release, I still have things I'm hiding from y'all)

[daisytealeaves-littlebean]

swolemates a puzzle socmedia au

Atem is a gym bro and he's got his sights on a newcomer looking to get into shape. Will he get the courage to ask him out or will he allow someone else to step in?

part 14 [previous - next]

full masterlist

[yaralulu]

AND THE LOVE ISLAND CRACK FIC PREEN👉👈

Love Under the Sun

Summary: Love Island: the dating show of the summer. Under the sultry sun of a secluded paradise, a group of hopeful singles come together for the summer in search for love. Lucien doesn’t expect to find anyone until a certain blonde bombshell walks into the Villa.

A Love island Tamcien AU.

Words: 4.8k

A/N: MILLI…u don’t understand how much fun i had writing this. combining my two hyperfixations…fuck YES. i lowkey might make it multi chapter bc the possibilities are endless but for now…

for tamsand vs tamcien weekend @highlordofkrypton hihi

Read on AO3

Another kiss presses over Lucien’s lips.

It blends with the others, soft and passionate and sweet. Maybe a little too much tongue for Lucien’s liking but not bad overall. The blindfold covering his eyes heightens all his other senses, reducing kissing down to relentless wetness and warmth. But this is Lucien’s—well he’s lost count of what number kiss this is but he’s sure it’s surpassed a handful so he’s gotten used to the oddness of it all.

Tonight’s Kissing booth challenge has left his lips red and swollen yet all he can think as this anonymous kisser sucks feverishly at his bottom lip is that he hopefully finishes soon. Some people know how to turn the blindfold into their weapon whilst with others it only enhances what they lack in skills. This kiss is simply doing nothing for Lucien but he reciprocates best he can within his allotted limits, leaning into it whilst keeping his hands firmly placed at his sides. No touching is the rule. The other islander kissing him has free reigns but not him, lest he figures out who they are, and they’re not holding back.

They both put on a show for the Villa, dragging their kiss till their fellow islanders are gasping and howling teasing ‘Oohs’. As if their chemistry is flying like sparks between them. It’s not but Lucien sure knows how to get the crowd going.

Whoever is kissing him finally pulls away but not before gently swiping Lucien’s lip with his thumb.

Oh.

That’s something, a touch not wholly unwelcome. Their rating may just go up due to that simple but intimate gesture.

“So Lucien, that was one steamy kiss.” The Love Island host, Helion, remarks and Lucien hears the islanders hum in agreement. He laughs but doesn’t necessarily agree. “How much would you rate that kiss?”

The absolute worst part of this kissing challenge is the rating. You never want to be too mean but if you go around rating everyone a ten you’ll just look like a kiss-ass and a liar. There’s a fine line Lucien needs to walk on, one where he’s honest without coming across as an asshole.

Balance.

“I think I’ll rate that kiss a…” He pretends to ponder, building suspense as he chews on his swollen lips. “A six,” he says at last and is grateful when his fellow islanders don’t react in any way. The kiss was mediocre at best; a six seems fair.

Still, he doesn’t look forward to finding out who that was.

A few quiet gasps arise as the next person kisses their way down the line. It’s surprising, dimming Lucien’s dread and boredom for a second—they’ve been filming for hours and making out blindfolded gets tedious after the fourth time around. Excuse his anticipation for dying out. But he doesn’t let any of that show, reminding himself of the reason why he’s here. To find love. Some questionable, raunchy challenges that will probably bring shame to his entire bloodline are just bumps along the way.

Now, he may not be able to see but he can feel once the presence of another person is in front of him, the air crowding and stuffing with the scent of their perfume. It’s woodsy and fresh but not overbearing, a cleanse on Lucien’s senses. He doesn’t recognize it.

Hot breaths hover above his lips, teasing him with the throbbing proximity and sending shivers down his spine. It’s purposeful, enticing. Steadily building the ball of anticipation tightening in Lucien’s gut.

And then, without warning, another is being kiss is being pressed over his lips.

Lucien expects it to go like the others, a performance meant to impress, blurring with the the rest of the kisses, but then a million little flutters pulse in his stomach and he has to remind himself to breathe. This kiss is different, immediately standing out amongst the long list of others. The Mystery Islander has one wrapped around his nape, fingertips lightly threading through his ponytail, and he’s tilting his head exactly the way he wants. Lucien doesn’t need to think for this one, just follow their lead and welcome their tongue into his mouth.

A hand slides around his waist, pulling him a touch closer. Gentle and tentative. Large. Lucien feels it eclipsing nearly half of his waist. Whoever is kissing him is confident but not cocky and it shows in the way they ease Lucien into the kiss. They know what they’re doing and they’re weaponizing every skill they have to melt Lucien from the inside out.

Who is this?

For a fleeting moment, Lucien forgets entirely where they are and the bizarreness of his situation. He moans into the kiss and he can swear he feels a smile form against his lips. Mystery islander is pleased with themselves, successfully having swept Lucien off his feet. Lucien’s gone, absolutely gone. He’s kissing someone, basically a stranger, and their lips are soft—so soft and dreamy he almost thinks it’s a woman—and his body is buzzing beneath his skin like it never has before.

He’s gone, it’s a done deal.

Far and near, Lucien can hear the teasing commotions from his friends encouraging him. Heat crawls up his face because the one thing he won’t stop thinking, do we look good together?   

Jesus fucking christ.

Too soon, the Islander breaks the kiss by clinging Lucien’s bottom lip with his teeth and not letting go till Lucien’s practically chasing after him. Oh my gods ricochet around them as Lucien’s head fogs with newfound pleasure, confirming his belief that the kiss looked as hot as it felt. His lips pulse with the absence of their lips and his face is warm under his blindfold, probably flushed red under the camera lights.

Fuck every other kiss, who was that?

The Islander walks away and Lucien is left wondering if he’s just met the love of his life (ok, that’s a tad dramatic but still), or if this is someone who he doesn’t even fuck with and just happens to be exceptionally excellent at kissing and making Lucien feel like a thirteen year-old boy.

Please be the former.

“You’re looking a little red there, Lucien. You alright after that kiss? It looked…very passionate,” Helion teases, his voice dripping in sweetness yet still managing to be condescending. Exactly why he’s the host of Love Island.

Lucien imagines Helion and his fellow islanders are currently exchanging looks at the state of him. Forget rating the kiss, how smitten does he look standing up here on a scale from 1-10?

Oh god it’s a ten, isn’t it?

He huffs an embarrassed laugh and rubs at the back of his flushed neck, right where their hands had been. “It was a good kiss I can’t deny that,” he admits, simple and sweet because if he offers any more details he may just explode. It was a fucking remarkable kiss but let’s not outright say that.

“Well, Lucien, how much would you rate that ‘good kiss’?” Helion coos his words back to him like he just knows they’re an understatement.

Fuck, how honest should Lucien be? The kiss was a perfect ten, there’s absolutely no arguing with that. But he can’t just rate it a ten. That’d be one hell of an ego boost that someone may not particularly deserve. But he’d a liar if he rated it any less, not even a nine is enough. His face is still hot, his heart yet to stop racing and the taste of them still lingers on his lips. Who is he to rate that any less than a ten?

He rolls back his shoulders and grins. “A ten.”

Helion whistles. “Your first ten of the night!”

“What can I say it was a good kiss.” Lucien shrugs, embracing the challenge for it is. He thoroughly enjoyed the kiss and he wants the other person to know that, whoever they may be. (Please don’t let it be Rhysand. Please.)

With the kissing part of the challenge over, they’re finally allowed to peel off their blindfolds. Lucien blinks in the sudden rush of light, colors and shadows and people fading in slowly and in flickering pieces.

“Islanders,” Helion begins, snapping Lucien’s attention to him and to the two new people standing next to him. Bombshells.  “As you’ve probably noticed, we have two new bombshells in the Villa. Everyone please welcome our brand new Islanders, Tamlin and Nesta!”

The villa erupts in claps and cheers, their shared excitement contagious. New bombshells means new people to explore and get to know which directly means more drama; two only doubles those stakes. Lucien can’t help but join in on the uproar though he’s more awestruck than anything. He can’t tear his gaze off the bombshells and neither can his fellow islanders. They’re simply gorgeous, dressed in lacy lingerie that attracts all the attention to them and leaves little to the imagination.

Nesta is downright bewitching, all high cheekbones and piercing gray eyes, dripping in fierceness that makes her seem untouchable. She’s hugged in black and lace, a delicate one-piece that lets her body speak for itself. She’s tall and lean and has legs for days, accentuated by  her black thigh highs and sheer stockings. Her beauty is striking, an acquired taste that people can only dare approach.

But Tamlin…he’s exquisite. Fuck, is Lucien allowed to use the word perfect? Because Tamlin comes pretty fucking close. Everything about him is a paradox. The blond hair, the red lingerie, the glinting green eyes lined with thick lashes. That absurd body of is—don’t even get Lucien started. Who’s just built like that? He clearly values working out and it shows, everywhere. Broad shoulders, slim waist, abs that Lucien can literally count, thighs and biceps that can crush his head. Hell, he wants them to. And something about that muscular hulk of a body paired with lacy red lingerie and thigh garters is enough to make Lucien lightheaded.

It suits him somehow. The femininity clashing with his severe masculine body. He’s owning it and wearing it with confidence, chin held high, cheeks pinched into a smile like he just knows everyone is gawking at him. They are, Lucien certainly is.  

He keeps waiting for Tamlin to meet his eyes but he doesn’t, and he gradually realized how pathetic he’s being when he genuinely gets upset at the lack of attention.

He fixes his hair and clothes for good measure, anyways. Just in case.

“Nesta, Tamlin.” Helion nods at each bombshell respectively and they offer him a smirk back. The whole villa is buzzing waiting for them to speak.

“We are so excited to have you here with us in the villa, and I’m sure our Islanders are thrilled to have you join them.” Helion shoots them a knowing look, angular brows wiggling at their beaming expression. Lucien’s gaze drifts back to Tamlin and he watches as his cheeks flush pink with all the attention. Nesta seems unfazed and almost unbothered, her back set straight as all eyes swarm in on her.

Helion turns to them both and asks them how they’re feeling now that they’re here. Tamlin offers a simple but sweet, “ I can’t wait to get to know everyone.” Whilst Nesta opts for a more messy answer that has the Islanders swooning.

“I hope nobody has gotten too comfortable in their couple,” she coos, her voice husky and unwavering. She glances at Lucien for a heartbeat, eyes a storm of grey and blue, and all of his usual charm snuffs into nothing under her gaze.

He can’t say the feeling is unwelcome.

But whatever beauty he finds in Nesta doesn’t compare to Tamlin. His voice is just another thing that contradicted everything about him and makes Lucien more intrigued. He’s soft spoken, maybe even shy, but the timbre of his voice conveys nothing of the sorts. It’s deep, gruffly. Throaty which is a word Lucien hasn’t used to describe a guy’s voice in forever. Even his laugh is deep and hearty, a sound resounding in Lucien’s chest.

Introductions over, Helion faces the Islanders once more, a smirk playing on the corners of his lips. “Islanders. While you were blindfolded, you were kissed by both Tamlin and Nesta at some point.” Helion points to them each, the golden cuffs around his biceps shimmering in the light. Everyone gasps and, hell, so does Lucien.

Tamlin kissed him?

He rated their kiss?

Panic but also…a thrill floods him.

Tamlin kissed him, there’s a whole other meaning to that.

His eyes fling to him and, this time, Tamlin is already looking at him. Lucien stares at him, unblinking, completely forgetting himself. Who the hell looks that good in red, is the only thing he can think.

Belly hot and fluttering, he breaks the eye contact before he does something stupid like stare at Tamlin’s chest peeking through his lace crop top. Or worse his thighs that are squeezed into tight stockings held up by two frilly garters. Truly, there is nowhere safe for Lucien to look, every inch of Tamlin made of sin. His muscles accessorize his skimpy outfit and the red bounces off his skin like he was made to wearing nothing else and his face is as lovely as it gets. It’s all terribly unfair.

“Now, it’s only fair that our new bombshells get to pick who their favorite kiss was. And perhaps relive it but without the blindfolds this time.”  

Lucien’s heart picks up. He’s never like this in challenges, never nervous or wanting. Not like this. Palms pooling with sweat, heart pounding against his ribs, body itching with desire. God, who even is he?

“Tamlin,” Helion beckons him like a lover— low, soft and intimate. “Please make your way over to your favorite kiss.”

The whole villa goes hush.

Tamlin struts down the line of Islanders like he has all the time in the world. Slowly. Seductively. Eyes dark and crooning silent teases at each Islander he passes, making them think he’s going to pick them before inevitably walking away. Lucien’s last in the line and he hates the waiting. Hates having to watch Tamlin and not know when his rejection spree will come to an end.  But Tamlin just keeps on approaching, sometimes stopping at an lslander’s platform just to drag a finger down their chest and then leave them hanging. Whatever shyness Lucien had spied in him is no where to be seen. He’s got everyone in the Villa on the edge of their seats, dreaming of his kisses, and he knows it.

The closer Tamlin gets, the further Lucien’s anticipation swells. He’s exactly one Islander away from him and he briefly pauses at their platform. But he doesn’t look at them, no, his eyes pin on Lucien. He shoots him a soft smile as if to let him know it’s been him all along.

Oh.

Without even thinking, Lucien offers his hand to Tamlin. He takes it, his hand swallowing up his, gloved in red silk, and steps up onto his platform. A wave of dragged out Oohs flitter around them as they stand face to face, just a few breaths between them.

Tamlin’s even more perfect up close—if that’s even possible. His eyes are sharp and a shade so green Lucien is afraid he’ll get lost in them if he stares for too long, framed by thick brows and long, wispy lashes. They’re blond, just like his hair which rests just above his shoulders. There’s a harmony to his features that Lucien is drawn to , a balance of soft and harsh lines.  

His lips, admittedly, are the softest of all. Pink and pretty and sweet around the edges. Lucien’s blood hums at the thought of them being pressed against his again.

“Lucien, it seems like Tamlin has chosen you as his favorite kiss,” Helion announces. “You know what that means.” A satisfied smirk beams Helion’s face as Lucien nods eagerly. Almost too eagerly, he needs to calm it.

He looks back at Tamlin and sucks in a breath at how much he needs to crane his neck to fully meet his eyes. He’s tall, maximum 6’5. Since when did Lucien get off on height differences what the fuck.

 “Hi,” Tamlin whispers, closing the distance between them. The scent of his perfume hits him—woodsy with delicate undertones of roses. Lucien almost thinks he recognizes it.

“Hi,” he says back. Grins sheepishly when Tamlin smiles at him. The tension is vivid between them and Tamlin cuts through it by locking their lips together.

The taste of Tamlin seeps onto Lucien’s tongue and its familiar, his mouth and his body remembering it instantly because there’s nothing quite like it.

It’s him. The kiss he rated a ten earlier— this is it. It’s him, the Mystery Islander who’d knocked every breath from his lungs.

With that in mind, Lucien gives in to the kiss wholly, indulging in his desires freely and without hesitation. Tamlin cradles his face with one hand and pulls him close by the waist with the other, flushing their bodies into one. It burns being close to him. Burns even hotter when Lucien slides a hand around Tamlin’s bicep to keep himself steady. He’s huge, everything about him is, and being pressed against him, chest to chest, hips on hips, only exemplifies the belief.

Lucien really tries to keep it together, he really does, but he loses himself in the warmth of Tamlin’s lips, the feel of his muscles beneath his fingers, the smooth silk of his gloves on his flushed cheek. Every small detail just further heats the twisted knots of pleasure in his stomach. And when Tamlin inches his hand down to his throat, he chokes out a sound he has no reason making on T.V.

Jesus christ. Compose yourself, Lucien.

But he can’t, it’s downright impossible to even try. Not when Tamlin drags his large hand to his ass, down his thigh, and then lifts his leg up to his waist. The Villa loses it, swooning as Lucien gets all but manhandled. Tamlin holds his leg there, hand resting on the hollow on his throat, as he steals languid kisses from his mouth.

There is a burn in Lucien that knows no bounds, heating his ears to the very tips of his fingers. He doesn’t even know anything about Tamlin but his name. Yet here he is, letting himself get devoured by this stranger’s lips, savoring the taste of him and the feel of his hips flush against his. 

Tamlin has the common sense to pull away just before the kiss gets too long, adoring Lucien’s bottom lip with attention as a final kiss goodbye. It takes one second of them locking gazes, breathless, and then they’re both breaking out in bashful giggles.

“Damn, Vanserra!” One of the Islanders, Cassian, yells from the end of the line, and Lucien can only laugh in his direction. He catches Azriel, his current couple, sulking next to Cassian but he pretends not to notice. There’s no explanation as to what just happened other than Lucien wanted it. And clearly so did Tamlin. There’s a lovely flush on his cheeks and he looks a little dazed, bright-eyed and giddy, as if drunk on their kiss. He steps off the platform in all his lacy glory and Lucien has to actively work to catch his breath as he watches Tamlin strut back to Helion, ass deliciously perky if he has any say in it.

“I take it you enjoyed that kiss, Lucien.” Helion isn’t asking, that’s a factual statement that Lucien doesn’t even need to confirm. He simply nods and says, “Very.”

It comes breathy and thick with desire. Oops.  

Helion laughs and Tamlin ducks his head in embarrassment, his shyness returning to him. Lucien has yet make sense of his fleeting timidness and when exactly it comes and goes.

Helion turns to Tamlin, grinning, his pearly teeth shining in the light. “And you, Tamlin? Did that live up to your expectations?”

Green eyes find Lucien and unrelenting heat spreads through him. It’s just a look yet it feels like the start of something more.

“Very.”

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The second the challenge is over and their usual evening can continue, Lucien comes up to Tamlin to pull him for a chat.

He doesn’t care if everyone else wants a chance to talk to him. For tonight, he is his. Their hot, hot kiss solidified that and Lucien will push back against anyone that tries to argue with that. They’ll get their chance later.

Amidst the chaotic aftermath of the challenge,  Tamlin and Lucien manage to sneak off into Soul Ties, a cozy little lounge upstairs that looks out onto the island and the starry night-sky. It’s somewhere between a bed and a couch, stuffed with pillows of summer colors, a pink neon sign above it that spells Soul Ties in cursive. Bringing someone here is sort of a big deal in the Villa. It’s a way to show interest, spark some romance, and explore a connection you’re serious about. More often than not, if you’re seen in Soul Ties with someone people will assume you’re doing a little more than talking.

Lucien steps over the edge that dips into the cushion and helps Tamlin get in, gentlemen that he is. They lay down just inches apart, their faces so close Lucien can count every freckle on Tamlin’s nose. He’s more relaxed now, his shoulders loose and his smile more genuine, the stress of having a smoking bombshell entrance weaning off. He impressed, stole hearts, and left a mark in bombshell history (Lucien believes, always); he can just be now. He props himself up with some pillows till he’s comfortable and laughs a little when he notices Lucien staring.

He can’t help it.

“That was one hell of an introduction, huh?” Lucien remarks, desperately trying not to let his nerves get to him. It will never not be weird making out with a stranger and then having a conversation with them. Tamlin’s tongue was just in his mouth and he can’t tell you what his middle name is; it’s not normal. But nothing about this experience is normal, is it?

The subtle flush on Tamlin’s cheeks tells him he feels similarly. “Not how I usually greet people,” he snickers, the huskiness of his voice still surprising, and it’s that shyness again that Lucien wants to unfurl with his own hands.

They’re so close Lucien can swear he feels the heat of Tamlin’s body brushing against him. Tamlin’s also just laying there in nothing but his red lingerie which may or not have something to do with how hot Lucien feels. It’s not Lucien’s fault Tamlin’s laid out like a god next to him , muscled legs spread out along the length of the lounge, pecs pushed together underneath his lace shirt. He’s taking up the whole space with his sheer height and size and it’s fucking intoxicating. 

Again, since when did Lucien give a crap about size differences.

 He clears his throat before speaking. “Yeah, well I…I’m sure you already know much I enjoyed it.” He really doesn’t need to elaborate on that. He exposed himself in more ways than he can count in today’s challenge—body, words and cues.  

“Ah, yes.” A grin quirks up Tamlin’s rosy lips. “You rated me a ten. I was surprised, I’m not gonna lie.”

“Really?”

“Well, after you rated that one guy a six I was a bit nervous.” Tamlin rests his chin on his knuckles and tilts his head a little as he studies Lucien’s face. There’s a hint of gold in his eyes as the moonlight glimmers above them.  

Lucien lets out an exasperated laugh. “Rating people is hard! Trust me, that kiss was a six. I wasn’t just being a dick.”

Great first impression, Lucien. Hot bombshell thinks you’re a snob.

“Who was that guy, anyways?”

Unsurprisingly, it was Rhysand and he was not pleased with his rating. The minute he had the chance to he told Lucien off for rating him so low, almost sounding like he was about to cry. Lucien simply patted his shoulder and told him he may just be having a rough day.

“Rhysand,” he answers and when Tamlin’s brows furrow in confusion he adds the perfect clarifier, “The dude with the purple contacts.”

That immediately sparks Tamlin’s understanding, and Lucien watches as he actively fights the urge to snort or say something mean like most people do when they meet Rhysand. He chews on his bottom lip and very delicately asks, “Why does he…wear them?” His voice is thick with amusement and it’s endearing.

Lucien is kind enough to be the first person to laugh. “I have no fucking idea. He’s been trying to convince us they’re real all week long.”

He will never understand what Feyre sees him. They can’t be any more different. A sweet young artist and a thirty something year old who still wears colored contacts for fun. May that love never find Lucien.

Small talk with Tamlin turns out to be easy. It’s uncommon; small talk exists for the sole purpose of being awkward and painful. But talking to Tamlin under the stars, even about the most mundane, routine things, is stimulating. Maybe it’s Lucien’s genuine interest in getting to know him or that natural flow simply existing between them, but something is working. Feels right. Makes Lucien want to sit back and just listen as Tamlin shares bits of himself with him.  

Lucien quickly learns that Tamlin is  gorgeous and ambitious. An aspiring artist who plays more instruments than Lucien knows. When Lucien jokingly says “You need to play something for me one day,” Tamlin doesn’t even hesitate to answer, “I will.”

Lucien used to laugh at the girls that liked being serenaded by their lovers but well, he kinda gets it now.

The night gets dark and, soon, it’ll be time for them to head back down. The thought of cutting this conversation short is unwanted —Lucien’s never clicked this fast with anybody and add that to how insanely attracted he is to Tamlin and it’s a recipe that equals: he’s fucked. Liking someone this much this fast is never a good sign but this is Love Island. Everything moves at a flying speed, every feeling multiplied and amped up to a hundred.  

“I’m really enjoying our chat,” Lucien says just before they have to get up.

“Me too.” Tamlin’s green eyes dazzle like the stars. “And just so I don’t forget, who are you coupled up with again..?”

“Azriel,” Lucien answers before remembering Tamlin has no idea who that is yet. “The guy with the really intense eyes.” He offers another dumb yet totally on point description that Tamlin seems to appreciate, eliciting a soft chuckle form him. Lucien can’t get enough of that sound.

“And how is your guys’ connection..?” He almost sounds nervous to ask even though these are routine questions for bombshells.

Lucien tucks his feet underneath some pillows. “We’re…open. Still exploring.” It’s what Tamlin wants to hear and it’s all he needs to know. Him and Azriel coupled up on the first night and although their relationship is going fine it’s not…special. The attraction is there, and don’t get Lucien wrong Azriel has the face of an angel with the body to go with it, but that’s kinda where it ends. Lucien came here looking for fireworks, someone whose eyes are enough to turn his insides liquid. Someone who, when they kiss, makes him forget the entire world.

Azriel isn’t that and they both know their coupling is not going anywhere.

Thankfully, Tamlin’s face lights up at his response. “That’s good,” he breathes and it comes out low, like a ghost of a praise.  

Lucien hums in agreement and looks down at his fingers, unable to keep looking at Tamlin when he’s looking at him like that. They’re too close and his body is too flushed; he can’t be trusted right now.

“We should probably go,” Lucien announces, breathless for no reason at all. When he meets Tamlin’s eyes again, he swears his face is closer, illuminated with pink rays from the neon sign above them.

“Yeah, we should,” Tamlin repeats after him and finally puts some needed distance between them. Lucien lets out a breath and finds himself unable to stop grinning like a smitten fool.

They make back it to the Islander’s shared room and get unready for bed, everyone recalling the events of the night as they undress and brush their teeth. Lucien bids his closest friends goodnight and climbs into his bed with Azriel. Sleep doesn’t come easy to him because there’s one person that just won’t leave his mind alone. His touch and his green eyes burning through his memory.

Is there truly something there? Should Lucien even be getting his hopes up?

He wraps his hands around Azriel’s middle and falls asleep dreaming of tomorrow.