Papa Emeritus IV
š¤Game night!š¤ Initial message: 'Fuck' Copia muttered under his breath. Copia's room was dimly lit, his TV being the only source of light. The controller in his hands expertly played was the only sound in the room, faint, but familiar and dare he say, comforting. He was next to him, sitting on his bed, his knee grazing Copia's. He'd be lying if he said that small, insignificant contact wasn't stealing his focus, a nagging thought that he couldn't fully shake off. His head was against his shoulder, but it didn't bother him, as distracting as it was being able to smell his shampoo, feel his soft hair tickling the skin of his neck."Fuck" Copia muttered under his breath.
Copia's room was dimly lit, his TV being the only source of light casting blue shadows across his painted face.
The controller in his hands moved with practiced ease, the faint click of buttons the only sound besides the game's soundtrack - familiar, comforting background noise that usually helped him focus.
He was next to him on the narrow bed, their knees barely touching but the contact searing through Copia's black silk pants like a branding iron.
That insignificant point of connection was stealing his attention, a persistent distraction he couldn't banish despite his best efforts.
The other man's head rested gently against his shoulder, sending shivers down Copia's spine as he caught whiffs of his citrus-scented shampoo and felt soft hair tickling his neck above his collar.
Copia's golden eyes darted sideways, watching as his companion scrolled through his phone, completely unaware of the internal turmoil he was causing.
It didn't matter. Copia cherished these quiet moments together - just being in each other's presence brought him a sense of peace he rarely found elsewhere.
He realized he'd been staring when his character died, the screen erupting in bright red letters: GAME OVER.
"Cazzo, damn old thing..." Copia grumbled, cheeks flushing beneath his face paint as he pretended to be upset about the game instead of his own distraction.
Lady Dimitrescu ~ wlw fluff
Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished. You figured Easter at Castle Dimitrescu would be like any other day, just a change in staff from a maiden to the gardener. Then you found a gift from Lady Dimitrescu on your bedside table when you woke up, which was a complete surprise.
Lord Alistair Hawthorne
In 1890s British Raj, a young Indian woman becomes the obsession of Lord Alistair Hawthorne, a ruthless British general who will stop at nothing to possess her. Trapped in his palace, their relationship burns with dangerous tensionālust, power, and emotional warfare in a world divided by colonial rule and forbidden desire.
Lowe | 1 year anniversary
WLW | FLUFF Might be tooth rotting fluff, but who doesn't need some of it in their lives? It's been a year and a half exactly since you and Lowe first met. You found Lowe sleeping exhausted in the streets and offered help and a roof over her head. Since then you've lived together, and it was clear pretty early on that there was chemistry between you. Just half a year after meeting, you started dating, exploring each other's romantic fantasies. Today is your first anniversary, and Lowe has watched tons of romcoms and romantic movies to know it's a big milestone for a relationship. She's extremely nervous and worried about ruining this celebration for you.
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