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tysm i have so much midojules written it’s embarrassing but this is semi recent from the fic i mentioned earlier. not sure where it belongs yet

Now that she sat so close to him, he made use of it. He lazily draped his arm around her shoulder, and she gratefully put her head on his. It was like they had done it a million times before. Her voice was much lower when she spoke again. “Do you want to watch a movie?”

“What, here?” he chuckled, turning slightly to see her face and caress her cheek.

She scrunched up her face, impossibly more endearing than she already had been this whole time. “No, baby, tonight.”

He chose to ignore the pet name.

“You can just…” he trailed off for a moment, the smell of citrus intoxicating his senses. “Come to my place and we’ll see.”

It was vague enough to credibly escape any commitment to a rom-com.

Jules’ smile was wide enough to show off the small gap between her teeth.

“Okay,” she breathed. “What about Noor?”

His gaze lingered on her mouth. “Who?”

“Never mind.”

HAPPY PRIDE i write hesham/gabriele fluff when im sad. you can have snippets of 1 and 2. (it will probably be part of a hesham first person pov fic thats crypsis prologue kinda. idk i just like writing him.)

And while he pointed at the stars, excitedly describing the patterns and meanings behind them, gesturing wildly with his one hand and squeezing the other in mine, I realized I loved him. I didn’t say it then.

and:

I didn’t open my eyes once I woke up. It must have been a dream. Instead, I found my hand to his bare chest and inhaled deeply. A combination of sweat, menthol cigarettes, and the lingering tang of his lemon cologne. It was him. Only him.

I shifted under the sheets and pressed my face in the crook of his neck, and inhaled again.

Gabriele stirred. “Cucciolino,” he mumbled. The early morning made his voice more raspy than usual. The early morning had become my favorite time of day.

I paused, finally opening my eyes. “Did you call me a dog?”

“No, silly.” His finger traced the bridge of my nose. “You’re sniffing me. Like a puppy. It’s sweet.”

THANK YOU… this is part of a longer fic more focused on mido/jules but there’s some good old Being Told Off by Hesham, so have that. it’s all shortly before the events of crypsis, i might include it might not but. yk. have a chunk.

Mido looked on, still slumped on the sofa with no intention to help him as he struggled with the zipper. Hesham had patched the brown leather messenger bag to hell and back, and Mido was reminded of the ugly clock. Both objects beyond repair that Hesham kept dragging along with him for nostalgic value.

“How did it go?” Mido finally said, not interested in waiting for him to finish unpacking, nor in the answer, for that matter.

“Speak your own language to me, I beg you.” Naturally, Mido thought, it would be easier for Hesham to scold him this way.

Hesham continued in Arabic. “What was going on here?”

Mido rolled his eyes, but gave in. “What did it look like?”

“It looked like conflict of interest.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

Hesham put down his bag and looked at him.

“She’s a nice girl, and very talented. Don’t ruin this.”

“Like I always do.” Mido huffed. He sat up straight, leaning forward to clasp his hands together. Frustratingly, he got no reply. He decided to press again. “So, how did it go?”

“Did you know al-Nadhi would be there?” Hesham shot back.

A silence fell. Mido only broke eye contact when the ticking of the clock overwhelmed him again.

“I — I assumed— After last time—“

“You’re arrogant,” Hesham cut him off. “You don’t assume, you need to be absolutely sure.”

Mido stared at the floor and pressed his lips together. How many more times would he have to sit in silence while he was being yelled at like a child?

“Is it because of her?” Hesham continued. “Are you too busy trying to impress her?”

“It’s different,” he muttered.

He could have said anything, in any language, and it would not matter. Mercifully, Hesham circled back to the debrief.

“I was able to plant that… device.” He waved his hand dismissively; Hesham never cared for technology. “Turns out Al-Nadhi and the minister agree on more than we thought.”

“So soon? How do you know?”

“Saad told me.”

“Saad is an idiot.”

“No, Saad is a good agent.”

Any other day, Mido would have loved to debate Saad’s competence. “Fine, but I could’ve told you that. Then we should—“

“We are not doing anything. I will take my time. You are inactive for the time being.”

Mido stared at Hesham; the latter looking back at him from over the rim of his glasses. He was certain he misheard. Hesham would not do that to him, not again.

“What about Jules?” he blurted out.

“You can mentor her, but that’s it.”

“Really?” A glorified babysitter. Something to keep him occupied. He enjoyed spending time with Jules, more than he liked to admit, but he knew that, to Hesham, this would take Mido down a peg and significantly hurt his ego. Successfully.

To his growing frustration, Hesham did not elaborate further.

Mido did not give up. “You said yourself, you need more people in the field.”

“I need rational and responsible people in the field. That doesn’t include you.”

“This is bullshit,” he called out, in English again, consciously to upset his godfather. “Are we done here?”

Hesham looked at him, disappointed. He frowned, a specific frown of weary sadness he saved for Mido only. And he hated it. It was insulting and a challenge to get under his skin even more.

He hesitated before deciding to speak his mind. “I don’t understand why you keep me around.”

“Muhammad,” Hesham sighed.

“Well?”

“I’m the only one who can tolerate you.”

uhhhh this is not me but my evil twin. anyway i was tagged by @lilywatt @leviiackrman @imogenkol @inafieldofdaisies thanks uwu

RULES: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Tag as many people as you have wips. People can send an ask with the title(s) that most intrigue them, then you post a snippet or tell them about it!

so lmao 90% of these are crypsis related, some to be part of the actual story and some just. idk worldbuilding. the other 10% is avery clan or mido au’s. also i dont have titles. here’s a random collection

pre character development days where everybody hates mido

18th century france meetcute

hesham raises teenagers (begrudgingly)

give cathy a break

gays 1

gays 2

sonny/roxanne dialogue

mido/jules fluff

finley monologuing