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i have been hustled, scammed, bamboozled, hood winked, led astray
PoloChristian Smut~
So, as I still don’t have enough resolve and inspiration to write the next PoloCayeVal fic, I decided to write some PoloChristian filth. Summary: After successfully trading Christian a magazine cover for a taste of him, Polo makes his next move, and suddenly Christian can tell exactly how he wants and needs it. https://archiveofourown.org/works/23744497 This is just me straight up writing the kinky fucked up stuff I like, so... Beware.
okay, but shipping polian is like top tier clownery because they’re stupid and deny that they like each other, yet we still ship them.
If you could write anything relating to christian figuring out he likes polo
Of course! Thanks for the request! I always get so happy when people send anything into my ask box lol :) So I made this canon-compliant, and i tried to shorten it down so idk what you consider long for a small ficlet but here we go. I hope you like it!
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Christian hated the first time the police questioned him. He had been used to lying to street cops to stay out of trouble, but those were for minor offences. Spiking the punch at school dances, drawing graffiti on the bridge, cheating on his math test, things like that. But this? This was murder. He was covering a murder up, and all for what? The marchioness’s little pet? That guy?!
Christian sighed and took another puff of his cigarette, looking out at the view before him. He had come to the docks by the lake where he had tossed the trophy in an attempt to clear his mind. Unfortunately, it wasn’t working. The silence and tranquility of the water only made the voice in his head seem so much louder. Carla made it very clear that this was his fault and he had to protect them in order to be one of them. He felt like the lapdog once again, Carla’s own personal device. He wanted her to see him as an equal, and thanks to Polo, it would never happen. Fuck. Deep down, he knew it wasn’t Polo’s fault. Maybe Carla would just never see him that way, and maybe the murder was just an accident. He probably would have done the same thing. Besides, it’s not like Polo had asked to be protected. He wanted to turn himself in, but Carla wouldn’t let that happen. He felt some sympathy for him, but damn, that guy knew how to push his buttons. For some reason, he let Polo get under his skin. Christian wondered why he kept protecting him, why he didn’t just let Polo rot in jail. Most of all, he wondered why a part of him wanted to protect Polo. Endless questions echoed in his head like screams in the wind with no answers. It was infuriating.
“Hey.”
Christian turned around, recognizing the voice from that one simple word. It was Polo.
“What are you doing here?”
“I came to see how you were doing.” Polo sat down next to him, avoiding eye contact.
“Bullshit.”
“Ok, fine. You caught me. I came here because I can’t take this lie anymore and I needed to get away. I hate myself for what I’ve done.” Tears were rolling down his face, but they were silent and somber. Christian paused. He wasn’t used to someone being so upfront with him, so honest.
“Look, I know you hate my guts, ok? I just needed somewhere to go, away from all of the chaos. Somewhere where I don’t have to lie.”
Christian sighed. “You mean away from all the rich people? The loved ones mourning the girl you killed?”
Polo looked down at his toes shamefully. “Yes,” he gulped. “Carla keeps telling me it’s not my fault, but—“
“It is your fault,” Chrisitan scoffed. “This whole fucking thing is your fault.”
“I know, okay Christian? I know! I know, and I hate it.” Christian noticed the little quiver in his voice.
“I came here to tell you that if you really want, you can turn me in. It’s not fair to make you lie. I don’t deserve to be protected anymore.”
Christian turned his neck to look at Polo, furrowing his eyebrows. “Don’t be stupid, no one’s ratting you out.”
“Why not?!” Polo snapped. “Why the fuck not? I roped you into a relationship with Carla, I got jealous and lied to her to spend time with you, I kill someone to try and win her back from you, and then I let you guys cover it up for me! Carla won’t stop trying to protect me, but you can be different. Please, now put me in jail because I deserve it!”
Now it was Christian’s turn to scream. “I don’t care if you deserve it or not! I’m protecting you anyway, so fucking deal with it.”
“Why.” Polo looked at him, and Christian answered the question in his head with a sudden realization. Because I like you.
The thought freaked him out a little, but he didn’t care. He was caught up in this moment, being so angered by Polo yet willing to die for him. It was exhilarating. It was the answer to a question he hadn’t even realized had been asked, and Polo was the answer. And in that moment, he knew. Right then and there, with nothing in between them but a sunset and a secret, he grabbed Polo by the face and kissed him. Partially because he wanted Polo to shutup and listen to him, but also because it was Polo. Polo, who pushed his buttons and yet he would still protect. Polo, who was never a challenge or a quest. It was different with Polo. It felt real.
His lips pulled away, tugging a little at Polo’s bottom lip before letting go. “Because I want to protect you. I hate that I want to, but I do. So just stop arguing and let us help you, okay?” He raised his eyebrows, waiting for him to answer. Polo nodded, and for the first time in a while, he smiled. It was faint and light, but it was there.
“Okay,” he muttered softly. With that, they buried shared their secret in the depths of the lake along with the trophy and left the docks, heading towards what would hopefully be a better, happy, life.
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if you have any other requests then feel free to send more in!! <3 (also sorry this took so long lol)
🌷Christian biting his pen sensually for both Carla and Polo🌷
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Dreaming about plots that I know won’t happen cause S3 is already shooting lol
God imagine like... Christian comes back. He finds out about all that went on and Samuel is like “Christian, I need your help to prove Polo is guilty!!!” so basically he has to seduce Polo like Samu did with Carla... Which is obviously much easier as Polo has always been horny for him. So basically he goes and does that. Except that, there’s no point in repeating a plot like that unless it’s to get a different outcome. So basically, unlike Samu, Christian chooses Polo over the plan. Because, you know... He barely left and Samu and Carla started fucking. So he doesn’t really feel like Samu’s friend or anything, and he’s already mad at Carla. Besides that, Nano is already out of jail. He doesn’t really have a real reason to incriminate Polo anymore. And when he hears that Polo actually paid bail for Nano? He can’t help but feel, you know, maybe Polo is not so bad... And then Cayetana. It’s easy for him to relate to her, as he’s always a poor guy who’s always been kind of obsessed with getting money and fame and has done morally wrong things to achieve that. And she’s perfectly fine with letting him join in on their relationship to make her Polito happy... Basically, please hire me Elite writers. And get your ass back on Elite, Miguel Herran.
You can write Some omander and guznadia.That would be a good start!☺️
Yess of course!! For any original ideas I’ll be posting on ao3, BUT if you have any prompt requests then send them into my ask box and I’ll post them here on tumblr! :)
i only wanted christian polo but this show is testing me😭. arent there scenes between them in season 2
I wanted polian too anon 😭😭 im so sad about everything that happens....
And i think there may be like 2 scenes between them? Idk tbh