HC time! And this time is
☆Smut☆
What "innocent" detail of the M6 will make your blood boil?
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Nadia
As you approach her, she offer you her hand to kiss. She expects you to do so.
Every time you speak in public, she glares at you with pride in her eyes.
From time to time, she forgets her shawl where you can notice it. As you pick it up, her fragrance fills you. As you return it to her, your hands shake.
Asra
He often jokes about them teaching you someting else... and then he states it's something silly, like bargaining with the salamander. Of course it was something like that. What were you thinking about?
When he's focused, he fidgets with his pendant, lifting it and then letting it fall onto his chest. Thump-thump-thump. The stone catches the light each time. You can't help looking at it.
The shop is small, and you have to sleep in the same bed. Each morning, you're awaken by his moans as he stretches next to you, the chest exposed to the first sunbeams of the day.
Muriel
When he carves his little figurines, he caresses the wood with his fingers to feel the shape hidden in it. You alway notice how gentle his touch is, despite his hands being so big.
Sometimes, when he's calm and the rain gently hits the roof, he humms a song. Its words are long forgotten, but Muriel's deep voice reaches your chest, making it vibrate with its sounds.
Every time the fire light hits his bare skin, you see countless marks of his violent past reflecting a pale light. You'll never tell him, but being alone with him with such a reminder of his strength sends odd shivers down your spine.
Julian
When Julian reads, his auburn curls fall on his fohead. From time to time he passes his fingers within them to push them back. You always daydream about your hand being the one doing that.
As he's getting to work on a patient he rolls up his sleeves, revealing his beautiful forearms. His insecurities melts away in a matter of seconds, and his touch becomes firm and gentle.
His laughs echoes in every room. It's so warm and contagious. When he stops and looks back at you though, there's always that residue smile on his lips and a glint of something savage into his eyes. Hunger? Challlenge? Desire? You can't tell, and you can't look away either.
Lucio
He's a selfish, entitled prick, but there's so much love painted on his face every time he looks at his dogs that your heart melts.
Whenever you see him sparring or fighting, you're hypnotised by his movements. He looks like a ribbon cutting the air around him, fast and elegant.
There's something dark and magnetic in the way he's not at all concerned by blood on himself -being his or not. You look at him cleaning his hands with a handkerchief, staining it in red. You always say that Lucio's ease with violence is concerning to you... but maybe it's something more.
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Happy Birthday, Dr. J!
Julian honestly forgot all about it.
He was surprised to wake up and smell the aroma of freshly baked sweets filling his nostrils. His auburn hair reached in every direction on his head, a mess of wavy curls. His long limbs streched across the bed as he sat up. “What’s all this, dear?” The confusion in his voice is evident. His eyes avert to the still warm, iced cake sitting in your lap.
A gentle smile touches your lips, matching the one quickly appearing on his face. “Oh, this is.. I didn’t expect this.” His gaze is warm and full of love.
It wasn’t the cake itself that made his morning, but knowing you were one of the few people who would actually remember his birthday was a feeling that made him warm all over.
“Happy Birthday, Julian!” You softly say. There’s no warning except for his cold hands on your face before you feel his lips pressing into yours. It a innocent kiss— one that conveys his appreciation for you. “Thank you, love.”
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