#poliamor

[cryptalosersworld]

Algo del dsmp porque sino explotó // Something about dsmp, otherwise I'll explode.

[pangolin2b]

We must have more polyamorous ships😤

[theonlyonesora]

The Third Rule

Lily x Oscar Piastri x You (Reader)

Synopsis. “They were a pair—until we became a triangle.”

Chapter 01 – Pocket Boyfriend

The sun hit just the right angle on campus that day, golden and soft, like it had been filtered through a summer memory. I had collapsed onto the grass beside our little group, my backpack flung somewhere behind me and the weight of my finance finals finally peeling off my chest. I was free. My brain was still buzzing with formulas and late-night study sessions, but the only math I wanted to think about now was how many drinks I could responsibly down at tonight’s party.

“I swear if I failed macroeconomics I’m transferring to a cult in the woods,” Meg said, sipping iced coffee like it was the blood of her enemies.

“I’m going full wine aunt this holiday. Just me, my dog, a playlist called ‘crying at brunch,’ and no contact with reality,” Jessy declared, lying flat on her back with her sunglasses sliding down her nose.

And then there was Lily—perfect posture, hair somehow unbothered by the wind, scribbling something in her planner like we weren’t already mentally clocked out for the semester.

Lily and I had met in the first month of college. She was studying engineering, which meant she said things like “thermodynamics” and “fluid mechanics” and actually understood them. I was the finance girl with chaotic energy and a too-big planner filled with dreams and half-baked budgeting tips I never followed. We clicked instantly. She was the responsible one, I was the one doing tequila shots in the dorm hallway on a Tuesday. We balanced each other like opposite ends of a seesaw—somehow always meeting in the middle.

And yet, for all our closeness, there was always one ghost in the room: Oscar. Her long-term boyfriend. Formula 1 driver. Constantly flying. Constantly in another timezone. I hadn’t met him yet, not properly. He was always just on the other end of a FaceTime or in the stories she told, but never quite real.

“You should meet him,” she’d say. “You two are weirdly alike. It’s actually kinda scary.”

But the meeting never came. He was in Monaco. Or Melbourne. Or training. Or sleeping. But he never once seemed to mind that Lily and I were basically joined at the hip. And truthfully, I liked that. I liked that he trusted her. Trusted us. Because I loved her. Not in that way—not really. At least, I didn’t think so. Until that one day on the grass.

Jessy’s voice broke through the sleepy lull of our post-finals haze.

“So (Y/N),” she asked with a wicked glint in her eyes, “have you done it?”

“Done what?” I blinked, half-dozing.

“Ménage à trois.”

“Excuse me—what? It’s noon,” I groaned, sitting up. “It is way too early for this kind of scandal.”

“Just answer,” she pressed.

I laughed, brushing a blade of grass off my jeans. “No, I haven’t. Never done it.”

Jessy raised an eyebrow. “Not even curious?”

Before I could open my mouth, Lily’s voice slid in, soft and casual. “Are you curious?”

I turned to her. “Are you?”

She shrugged, playful, but something flickered in her expression—quiet, electric. “I don’t know… I think it can’t just be with anyone. But wouldn’t it be strange to do it with strangers?”

There was a pause. An almost imperceptible shift in the air. The kind of silence where a thousand things go unsaid but somehow still felt.

“I did it with a cousin once,” Jessy said, so casually she might as well have been talking about borrowing sugar.

“Oh my God,” Meg choked, nearly spitting her coffee.

“What?” Jessy blinked, genuinely confused.

“It’s family!” I said, horrified but laughing.

“It was high school!”

“Still!” I replied, shaking my head, half-disgusted, half-intrigued, and fully spiraling into the kind of laughter that makes your ribs ache.

Lily was laughing too, but something in her gaze lingered. She looked at me for a moment longer than usual, head tilted slightly, like she was filing something away in the corner of her mind for later. Like she was imagining something.

And I should have known then. I should have felt it—that thread pulling tighter, twisting quietly around us, waiting for the perfect night to snap.

.

Lily’s room smelled like coconut body lotion, hot flat iron, and vanilla perfume—basically the scent of girls getting ready to destroy lives

“You realize we’re just going to a bar, right?” I said, grinning. “Not the Oscars.”

“You can’t call it a ‘just a bar’ when it’s finals week and the entire city is out celebrating,” she replied, adjusting a gold hoop. “Besides, it’s been forever since we all went out.”

“We went out last week.”

“I said all

I rolled my eyes and stepped further into the bathroom, stealing a pump of her lotion while she was distracted. We'd been living together for four months now in a spacious apartment two blocks from campus—big enough for sleepovers in each other's rooms, dance parties in the living room, and nights spent sharing pizza and soft secrets. It was easy with Lily. Always had been.

And just as she picked up her phone to check the time, it started buzzing. Oscar.

“Speak of the devil and he FaceTimes,” I muttered, smirking.

Lily answered, holding the phone up to her face. Her voice instantly softened. “Hey, babe.”

I backed up a little to give them space but hovered just enough to be nosy.

“Are you with (Y/N)?” Oscar asked through the speaker.

I leaned into the frame dramatically, still in my towel. “Hello, pocket boyfriend.”

Oscar chuckled. “Hello, trouble.”

“Are you still calling him that?” Lily asked, amused but mock-exasperated.

“What? He’s always in your pocket! I’ve never seen him outside of a phone screen. Honestly, I’m starting to believe he’s AI.”

“Deeply hurt,” Oscar said with a hand to his chest. “You wound me.”

“But you're so polite about it,” I teased. “That’s what makes it worse.”

Our dynamic was weirdly natural for two people who’d never met in person. Friendly banter. Inside jokes. I’d always respected the space he and Lily shared, but I’d also never shied away from being me

“You two going out tonight?” he asked, brushing a lock of damp hair off his forehead.

Lily nodded, tilting the phone to show her outfit. “Yeah. The girls and I. Just bar hopping. (Y/N) made us promise we wouldn’t end up doing karaoke again.”

“That was one time!” I shouted from the bathroom.

Oscar grinned. “Just make sure she drinks water this time.”

“I always

Lily laughed. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of her.”

Oscar’s eyes softened at that. “You always do.”

There was a little pause then. Just a second too long. Like the sentence sat there between us, warm and humming with something neither of us fully named. Because yeah—she always did. And sometimes, I worried I let her.

“I gotta get dressed,” I said, suddenly aware of the towel slipping a little too far down my chest. “Nice seeing you, Oscar.”

“Soon, I hope,” he replied. “In real life. Not just FaceTime.”

Lily smiled, eyes flicking between the two of us. “Maybe we’ll finally make it happen this summer.”

“Careful,” I said with a wink. “I might actually steal him.”

“She’d probably let you,” Oscar joked.

And Lily?

But she didn’t say no.

[chikpik]

my dears

my favorite pair

Hanji is a scientist and a doctor, Levi is a former military man, and Erwin is a lawyer, AU

[happystarinspace]

hola buenos días yay

[sunschay]

Seduction and Passion Duplicated twice. ||

Wanda Maximoff & Natasha Romanoff! x Fem!Reader.

In which you are the new member of the Avengers, Thor's younger sister and Tony's favorite person, and where Natasha and Wanda are completely in love with you and want to get your attention at all costs.

Warnings: Swearing, violence, light blood, spicy.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader x Natasha Romanoff.

Word count: 3,358 words

There was a brief silence behind the communication devices before more gunshots filled the air, bullet casings flying through the air and joining small shards of glass on the ground. She stepped behind them, picking one up with one hand and slamming the head into his nose, knocking him down for good and watching hot blood splatter across his face. 

“I caught one! Expunged, Stark.” Y/n said next, seeing the man fallen with his rifle over his chest. 

She ran with her body bent behind the counters, hearing deep male voices shouting something in Russian and she kicked one of them from behind, knocking him down as she stole his own gun and hit him in the head with the barrel. Y/n groaned as she felt a thick black cable wrap around her neck from behind, kicking the back of her knees and sending her falling to her knees on the cold floor. 

“Odinson! Where's the rest of them?” She heard Stark's voice through the small device in her ear and growled, feeling the man's grip tighten, the cable starting to burn into her neck. 

“Just a m-moment, I'm having technical problems.” She sighed, hearing the sound of shock nearby and felt the cable fall from her neck, the man being knocked down and taking another shock between the legs. 

She looked up, finding a pair of bright green eyes and red hair appearing in her vision. She sighed deeply, grabbing Natasha's hand and slowly getting up from the ground. She stared at her for a moment, parting her lips to say something when she saw a man being thrown into one of the building's windows, the red light of Wanda's magic appearing in the background, her hands in the air. 

“Thanks, Romanoff.” She thanked him quietly, watching Natasha's lips curve into a half smile and Tony appeared in his armor. 

“The area is completely clear. Come on, mission successful.” Stark stated, earning a nod from Y/n who looked between the two women, who were already staring at each other. 

[...]

Y/n stepped out of the elevator, her eyes shifting between the group of Avengers in the center of the room, and then she removed some shrapnel from her injured arms with tweezers, well accustomed to the pain. The mission had succeeded, those arms dealers had dealt with their own fates, and every clandestine weapon had been recovered by Tony and taken to a decent armory. 

“Mission report. Weapons recovered, all enemies surrendered and eliminated one by one.” Steve announced calmly, calmly cleaning his shield. 

“Well, the day ended well anyway. Have a good night everyone.” Thor announced, heading to his room as did Steve, Bruce and Clint.

“Are you guys hungry? I was thinking about pizza or something alike.” Tony suggested, looking between the three women intently. 

“We know your "pizza" is Pepper, Tony. But I appreciate it, I'm not hungry, I just need a shower and bed, what do you think about a movie?” Tony rolled his eyes, throwing a pillow at the girl, who just dodged it. “I still prefer my pizza, good night girls.”

“I think the movie is a good idea.” Wanda said shyly, her cheeks a little flushed and Odinson nodded, looking at Natasha. 

“I would like a movie but I'm getting sleepy, I hope you enjoy yourself. Have a good night.” Romanoff said, giving a toothless smile before disappearing into the hallways with Tony. 

“So what would we watch?” Wanda asked, pressing her lips together, her eyes deeply fixed on Y/n's every move. 

“Oh well, we can still discuss that. I just need a quick shower, okay?” She asked, raising her blood-stained hands and Wanda nodded calmly. “Sure, no rush.”

Y/n gave a small smile, waving before disappearing into the corridors towards her room inside the tower. Wanda knew perfectly well that Natasha was jealous of the Odinson girl, because they both wanted her attention and affection, so Natasha just preferred at that moment not to be too close to the two of them so as not to increase her jealousy attacks even more. But she would love to be there, if Wanda wasn't there, because Natasha would love to be close to the woman who consumed her thoughts and even her dreams. 

Y/n looked at her rusty sword stored inside a long glass cabinet, her chest rising and falling with regret. Her powers were weakened and using the sword that attributed her power to it would not change the fact that Y/n felt lost and exhausted. Thor had the thunder and lightning in his hands to control as much as he wanted along with his ultra-heavy hammer, but only Y/n knew that controlling fire was completely different. Only someone worthy and deserving of the flames could dominate them.

She came out of her shower after a few minutes, wearing a long plain gray shirt and some thin shorts, rubbing the towel on her head to try to dry her hair. Her body was crying out for rest, but she still wanted to be close to Wanda before the dream took her away. 

Yes, Wanda. Although her feelings were mixed between Maximoff and Romanoff, Y/n knew and understood perfectly that she was attracted to both redheads and she needed each of them. 

“Hey, you. Choosing the movie already?” Y/n asked with a slight smile as she found Wanda sitting in the living room. 

The room was dimly lit, the lights off, only the soft light of the television on to illuminate the little path of Odin's daughter. Wanda was sitting on the main spacious gray sofa, even in the dim light her pale face could be seen, her hair was tied in a messy bun, she was wearing thin shorts and a tight pink blouse, leaving her collarbone exposed to Y/n's imagination. She immediately smiled when she recognized the other Avenger, looking away from the television as she held the remote between her fingers. 

“I'm actually so undecided that I'd like to hear your opinion.” Wanda explained, a quick smile appearing on her lips as Y/n sat down next to her. 

She discreetly inhaled Thor's sister's scent, her legs closing and her thighs rubbing against each other slowly. Wanda bit her lip, trying to ignore the strangely warm sensation that crept through her body, her cheeks heating up with a certain shyness. She offered the remote to the Avenger who took it and began to scroll through the movie pages. 

“Oh well, do you like war and action movies? Because honestly this one came out recently and I was really looking forward to watching it.” Y/n pointed at the screen, the cover of a movie with soldiers and tanks catching Wanda’s attention.

“Sure, action movies are really great. Let’s go!” Maximoff nodded, biting her lip again.

To tell the truth, she hated action or war movies. She would definitely like science fiction or romance movies, but she wouldn’t say that out loud. Wanda wanted to impress and be as close to Odinson as possible. Her scent was making her ecstatic, her body still heating up, her eyes fixed on every little detail of her face.

The movie started, the opening scenes showing a completely destroyed place, in the corner of the screen informing that it was somewhere in Germany. Y/n snuggled into the couch, her arm draping over it, close to Wanda's head, who was still drawn to her, her body shivering even though she was so close.

The movie continued, the minutes passing and showing several injured soldiers being carried back to their base. Y/n wet her pink lips, her attention diverting to Wanda who was embarrassed to be caught staring at her like an obsessive maniac.

"Oh well, I think I'll make some buttered popcorn. Okay?" The older girl asked, earning a quick nod from the redhead who settled herself on the couch, pulling blankets up over her thighs.

“No problem, do you need any help?” Wanda offered, licking her lips calmly.

“I would love to, I was thinking of making some chocolate syrup anyway. Help is always welcome.” Y/n nodded, smiling back at Wanda who stood up and followed her.

The two entered the huge, luxurious kitchen, a little settling in for a moment while Y/n grabbed a pan or two and a bag of popcorn. She turned on the built-in stove, grabbing a spoonful of butter and placing it on the pan, opening the package of corn and throwing some inside.

“I confess I was surprised, I didn't know you had culinary skills.” Wanda commented, grabbing a chocolate bar and handing it to the taller girl.

“Not to break your expectations, Maximoff, but I'm terrible in the kitchen. But in the time I've been here with my brother, I've learned how to do the basics without blowing up the entire kitchen and the tower itself.” She laughed lightly, covering the pot and opening the chocolate wrapper.

“Oh well, but anyway I know you have many other skills. You are the daughter of a Demigod, that says a lot about you.” Wanda whispered, a slight smile on her face which Y/n returned.

“I’m going to be showing off.” She joked, placing the bar inside the pan and adjusting the temperature to melt.

“Strawberries with chocolate sauce, how about it?” Wanda picked up a closed jar of strawberries, earning a positive nod from Y/n who watched the small corn pop inside the pan.

“Great idea, Wanda. Just a minute, we can eat them with the chocolate sauce when it cools.” She said, watching the first corn turn into popcorn.

Wanda nodded, resting her hands on the counter as she watched Y/n take care of everything. The Scarlet Witch never thought she would find someone cooking so sexy until she saw this scene. Y/n turned off the stove, seeing the pot full of popcorn and opened the lid, adding a pinch of salt and shaking it slightly before transferring the contents to a larger bowl.

“Popcorn is ready, now all that’s left is our grand finale.” She smiled proudly, stirring the chocolate with a long spoon and after a few minutes turned off the stove completely.

Y/n moistened her lips, touching the tip of the spoon with her thumb and put it in her mouth, feeling the sweet taste of the smooth cocoa. She sighed, running her finger over the spoon again and leaned in, a playful smile on her lips.

“Time to taste and give your opinion, Miss Maximoff.” She brought her chocolate-stained fingers closer to Wanda's face, who gave a light giggle and came closer.

The Odinson girl was surprised when Wanda gently licked the tip of her finger, tasting the chocolate. Y/n bit her lip lightly, a shiver going up her spine when Wanda wrapped half of her thumb inside her mouth, sucking her finger slowly, her green eyes turning dark.

“It looks really delicious, Miss Odinson.” She commented as she pulled her lips away, her eyes staring at Y/n's lips without any shame.

“I'm glad to hear that.” Y/n said almost in a trance, laughing mentally at her own reaction.

She transferred the syrup to a container, seeing that it was warmer and looked at Wanda, breathing heavily when she felt the Maximoff girl even closer to her. A sigh left her lips, feeling Wanda's light breathing and sweet scent getting closer and closer to her.

“Wanda... the movie is playing.” Y/n warned calmly.

“Maybe the movie can wait until we taste the main course.” Maximoff replied, the double meaning in her sentence making Odinson's skin heat up.

Y/n's lips slowly parted, almost forming a mere smile, the way Wanda looked at her almost making the woman faint from how intimidating Maximoff's gaze could be. The taller woman broke the small space between them, her hand touching the side of Wanda's neck, moving away a loose strand of hair lost in her hairstyle and brushed her lips over theirs, making Wanda hold her breath.

When Y/n's lips touched Wanda's she almost let out a small moan, it was inexplicable. Intense. The softness she had on her lips was even better than a bed made entirely of cotton, so warm and so simply addictive. Wanda parted her lips, returning the kiss as best she could, her anxious hand grabbing one of the other girl's shoulders.

Fuck the movie, Y/n thought, there are more important things right now... and it certainly isn't the popcorn or the chocolate syrup.

Wanda let out a soft moan as Y/n's firm hands gripped her thin waist, her tongue nimbly wrapping around the scarlet witch's with a slow, enveloping rhythm. She kissed her back, her fingers running down the back of Y/n's neck to one of her arms, her nails scratching her warm skin, a heavy sigh coming from the girl daughter of Odin.

A gasp of surprise escaped the sorceress's throat as her back hit the pure marble counter, her eyes rolling back as hands grabbed her thighs and brought her up onto the counter, the cold texture on her body making her shiver.

“Y/n!” Wanda exclaimed, her voice cracking and weak. “I really think you can do more than just cast magic with those hands, little witch.”

The witch parted her lips for a second, her words failing her when she was simply silenced by Y/n's lips again. The slow, deep kiss made her moan and sigh, her hands entering the taller woman's shirt, her nails slowly scratching her stomach and ribs, feeling how goosebumps she had gotten from the act.

Wanda's back arched against the cold wall behind her as she felt Y/n's hand slip inside her thin shirt, slowly moving up and down a few times. She felt the girl bite and lick her lower lip, the taste of blood making Wanda let out another moan as she felt the warm hand reaching for her bra and the fingers ready to undo the strap.

“And I’m sure I can do things with you that you never thought were possible in the world.” Y/n whispered, her warm lips kissing Wanda’s neck all over.

The noise of something being placed on the wooden table caught the attention of the two Avengers, who, somewhat confused, saw that they had been caught. Y/n slowly turned her face, seeing Natasha pour more wine into her glass, licking her lips slowly, the friendliest expression in the world planted on her fucking beautiful face. What the fuck, was she there the whole time!?

“I am a mere illusion of reality, carry on.” She hummed, lightly shaking her wine glass, her lips stained.

“We were watching a movie, if you want to join, make yourself at home.” Odinson whispered, passing by Natasha who almost devoured her with her gaze.

Y/n held back a laugh, watching Wanda's completely flushed face and shook her head slightly. She couldn't believe that Natasha had simply seen everything and was acting naturally, she must have liked what she saw, maybe? Y/n bit her lip at the thought, picking up the bucket of popcorn and signaling to Wanda.

Y/n felt a shiver down her spine, a warm sensation spreading through her body and returned to the room with Wanda and Natasha. She sat in the middle, watching each of them join her, sitting on either side of her. Y/n tried to focus her face on the movie in front of her, hearing the booms of cannons coming from the screen and sighed, her eyes accidentally falling on the neckline of Natasha's blouse. God, her breasts must be huge.

A silence fell between the three women, and Y/n tried to pretend she hadn't noticed Natasha's intense, burning gaze on her face.

“What is this movie about?” Natasha raised an eyebrow, slowly eating some popcorn.

“Oh, um, it's about war and conflicts between formerly allied countries.” The taller of the two replied, seeing Wanda's giggle at the corner of her lips. Why was she finding this amusing anyway?

“Do you like conflict, Odinson?” Romanoff asked amusedly, her eyes trailing down her body shamelessly for a moment.

“Not always.” She replied, drawing an uncharacteristic laugh from Natasha.

She remained as focused on the movie as possible, discreetly alternating her gaze between Natasha who was still drinking her wine and eating popcorn, and Wanda who was a little curled up on the couch, her legs strangely crossed. Y/n licked her lips, watching as Wanda leaned over, offering a strawberry covered in now cold chocolate sauce, and Y/n bit into it slowly, watching Wanda run her thumb across the corner of her mouth to clean off the rest of the chocolate.

Dammit, she knows how to tease.

Wanda gave another discreet giggle, focusing her attention on the movie like the rest of the others. The movie continued to roll over the ground, already close to the end, and Y/n slowly stretched, trying to stretch her arms and placed the empty popcorn bowl on the coffee table in the living room. She turned her head to the side, seeing Wanda lying on the other side of the couch, sleeping peacefully. She gave a slight smile, picking up the blanket and slowly covering her.

“You have a surprising romanticism.” She heard Natasha say, her voice slightly hoarse and sleepy.

Y/n shook her head with a small laugh, placing the also empty chocolate syrup jar inside the other one, taking the remote control in her hands and turning off the television, leaving the room even darker.

“I'm not romantic, I'm just trying to make my teammate comfortable.” Y/n said, giving a playful wink as she took the dirty dishes to the kitchen.

She calmly washed each dish and dirty pan, drying them and putting them away in their proper place, taking off her shirt and remaining in her shorts and sports bra. There was practically no one there and she just felt comfortable like this anyway.

“Hey, are you okay? Looks like the wine didn't agree with you, Romanoff.” Y/n finished drying her hands, turning to look at her.

Natasha was leaning against the sink on her side, her hands gripping the marble edge tightly. Her hair was slightly disheveled, a small red mess, her face was flushed and she looked...a little warm? It got hot inside the tower and Y/n didn't even notice it.

“I'm perfectly fine, Odinson.” She replied quietly, her voice still cracking and her eyes dilated, and then cornered Y/n with her hands still gripping the sink in front of her. “What's the game between you and Maximoff?”

“There is no game, Nat.” Y/n replied, breathing heavily as Natasha leaned in and placed her face in her neck.

“I know there's some game going on, she attracts you, you attract her to you. But you attracted me before I attracted you. Now you're playing dirty with me.” Natasha whispered, looking deeply into her eyes before moving even closer and sucking on Y/n's earlobe, biting lightly.

“Fuck, Nat, you're the one playing dirty with me.” Odinson murmured hoarsely, her body burning with the feeling of Natasha's mouth on her skin, watching her smile slowly and pull her closer.

“Then play with me.” Romanoff whispered, warm fingers touching Y/n's chin before moving closer to her lips.

Y/n groaned at the intensity of the kiss. This kiss itself was nothing compared to Wanda's, they had started slowly and calmly and Wanda seemed to be as patient and unhurried as she was. Natasha didn't, her skin was burning, she felt how much she needed her, Y/n could taste blood at some point due to the rough kiss, the feeling of Natasha's hands, her nails on the back of her neck making her moan deeply.

Natasha moaned loudly when she felt Y/n's hands on her ass, kneading and squeezing the soft flesh between her nimble fingers before slapping her nearly exposed buttocks. She cornered her, pressing her back even further into the cold marble of the sink.

“You are not behaving well, lyubov.” Natasha whispered, the Russian accent making Y/n's hair stand on end as she felt the redhead suck on her tongue and drag her nails across her chin, scratching slowly.

“I wasn't meant to be tamed, Romanoff. Deal with it.” She replied, returning the wet, rough kiss again.

Y/n gave a frustrated groan as Natasha pulled her lips away from her, her nails scratching the back of her neck and pulling her back, exposing her pale neck. Romanoff moved closer, running the tip of her tongue over her skin, making Y/n grunt and moan hoarsely, her eyes closing tightly as she bit her, giving her an intense hickey.

“I'm not sure if Maximoff will like seeing this, but the game is beginning. Good evening, Odinson.” Natasha took a step back, walking away with a smile.

Shit. Y/n groaned in frustration as she walked away, quickly disappearing down the halls to her room before he could reach her, leaving her aroused and alone there.

*Lyubov: From Russian, means “Love”.

Author's Note:

This is so hot, I'm going to need another cold shower after this, lol.

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Mystic flour x Silent salt x dark cacao!!

[kitsumy81194]

Entre o Grafite e o Fogo

Qifrey x leitora fem x Olruggio, poliamor, fofo.

Resumo: Manter um relacionamento com dois dos magos mais brilhantes e opostos do mundo não é uma tarefa simples. Enquanto Qifrey é a calmaria misteriosa e o charme sutil, Olruggio é a intensidade prática e o porto seguro nos dias caóticos. Em uma noite fria no Atelier, após um dia exaustivo de trabalho, você descobre que o verdadeiro equilíbrio da sua vida está exatamente no espaço entre o abraço dos dois.

O Atelier de Qifrey sempre foi um estudo sobre contrastes, mas o equilíbrio perfeito daquela casa não vinha apenas dos feitiços e das fórmulas mágicas inscritas nos pergaminhos. Vinha da dinâmica silenciosa, profunda e intensamente afetuosa que vocês três haviam construído juntos.

Para o mundo exterior, Qifrey e Olruggio eram parceiros de longa data, lados opostos da mesma moeda mágica. Mas ali dentro, entre as paredes de pedra e o cheiro de chá de ervas e fumaça de oficina, eles eram os pilares do seu mundo — e você, o elo que unia as duas forças da natureza.

Naquela noite de inverno, o vento uivava forte do lado de fora, batendo contra as janelas da sala de estar. As aprendizes já haviam recolhido para os dormitórios há horas, deixando o andar de baixo imerso em um silêncio aconchegante, quebrado apenas pelo estalar da lenha na lareira.

Você estava sentada no grande sofá de veludo, com as pernas encolhidas sob um cobertor grosso, segurando uma caneca de chocolate quente. Você estava exausta. Passara o dia inteiro ajudando Olruggio a forjar novas ferramentas mágicas de proteção e, logo em seguida, organizando os registros de feitiços de Qifrey. Suas pálpebras pesavam.

Passos suaves ecoaram pela escada. Qifrey apareceu, tendo finalmente deixado de lado suas vestes formais de mestre. Ele usava uma túnica leve e folgada, e seus cabelos claros estavam desalinhados, livres do habitual penteado perfeito.

— Você ainda está acordada, minha querida? — a voz de Qifrey soou como um bálsamo, mansa e aveludada. Ele se aproximou do sofá, avaliando seu estado com aquele olhar analítico, mas infinitamente terno. — Olruggio trabalhou demais com você hoje. Eu deveria dar um sermão nele por esgotar nossa ajudante favorita.

— Não culpe o teimoso do Olruggio, Qifrey — você riu baixinho, a voz um pouco rouca pelo sono. — Eu quis ficar até o fim.

Qifrey sorriu, sentando-se ao seu lado no sofá. Com movimentos deliberados e carinhosos, ele pegou a caneca vazia das suas mãos, deixando-a na mesa de centro, e puxou você para o peito dele. Seus dedos longos começaram a traçar caminhos suaves pelos seus cabelos, desembaraçando os nós com uma paciência infinita. Você suspirou, acomodando-se contra o calor do corpo dele.

— Você sempre assume responsabilidades demais — murmurou ele contra o topo da sua cabeça. — Deixe-nos cuidar de você um pouco.

Antes que você pudesse responder, a porta que dava para a oficina dos fundos se abriu com um estalo seco. Olruggio entrou no cômodo, limpando o suor da testa com as costas da mão suja de fuligem. Seus cabelos escuros estavam bagunçados e o cenho estava franzido, sua expressão típica de quem passou horas brigando com um feitiço de contra-ataque.

No entanto, assim que os olhos escuros dele pousaram na cena de você aninhada em Qifrey, a linha dura de sua boca relaxou instantaneamente.

— Olhe só para vocês dois — resmungou Olruggio, embora o tom fosse completamente desprovido de qualquer irritação real. Ele caminhou até a lareira, mexendo nas brasas para aumentar o calor. — Parece que o Atelier inteiro vai congelar hoje, e vocês estão aí, agindo como se o tempo tivesse parado.

— Venha cá, Olruggio — você estendeu um braço para fora do cobertor, chamando-o com os dedos. — Pare de trabalhar por hoje. Você está exausto e cheirando a fumaça de carvão.

Olruggio soltou um bufo que parecia uma risada contida. Ele tirou o avental de couro pesado, jogando-o em uma cadeira próxima, e caminhou até o outro lado do sofá. Sem a menor cerimônia, ele se sentou, envolvendo você pelo outro lado. O corpo de Olruggio era sempre mais quente que o de Qifrey, como uma fornalha viva, e o contraste entre os dois ao seu redor era a sua definição pessoal de paraíso.

Ele puxou o cobertor sobre vocês três, prendendo você firmemente contra o peito largo dele. Uma de suas mãos grandes e calejadas pelo trabalho de forja encontrou a mão de Qifrey sobre a sua cintura. Os dedos dos dois magos se entrelaçaram naturalmente, prendendo você no meio daquele aperto seguro.

— Melhor? — perguntou Olruggio, a voz grave vibrando contra as suas costas.

— Muito melhor — você sussurrou, fechando os olhos, completamente entregue ao cansaço e ao conforto.

— Ela passou o dia inteiro limpando os resíduos das suas pedras mágicas, Olruggio — Qifrey comentou, o tom provocativo, mas os olhos brilhando de diversão enquanto olhava para o parceiro por cima da sua cabeça. — Você deveria ser mais gentil. Ela não tem a mesma resistência que você para aguentar o calor daquela forja.

— Eu sei disso, seu mestre pretensioso — rebateu Olruggio, inclinando-se um pouco para depositar um beijo firme e demorado na sua bochecha, subindo até a têmpora. — Mas ela é mais persistente do que nós dois juntos. Ela se recusou a sair até que o último círculo estivesse alinhado.

Qifrey soltou uma risada baixa, inclinando-se também para selar seus lábios em um beijo suave, com gosto de chá de camomila. Quando ele se afastou, seus olhos azuis encontraram os seus, cheios de uma adoração silenciosa que sempre fazia seu coração acelerar.

— Nós somos muito sortudos por termos você, sabia? — Qifrey sussurrou, acariciando sua bochecha com o polegar. — Este lugar seria tão frio e cinzento sem a sua presença para equilibrar nossas cabeças duras.

— Ele tem razão — concordou Olruggio, apertando os braços ao seu redor, enterrando o rosto no vão do seu pescoço, respirando o seu perfume. — Eu não trocaria essa calosidade e esse caos por nada no mundo.

Você sorriu entre o sono e a felicidade pura, apertando as mãos dos dois homens que comandavam o Atelier, mas que, naquele momento, eram apenas seus. Um era o vento que guiava suas ideias; o outro, o fogo que aquecia suas noites. E no centro daquela magia complexa e poliamorosa, você adormeceu, sabendo que estava exatamente onde pertencia.