#Her Father isn't fond of the cause

[st4rbwrry]

𝒞𝑅𝒜𝒵𝒴 𝐼𝒩 𝐿𝒪𝒱𝐸.

⸝⸝ ౨ৎ :: sukuna can’t accept that you’ve moved on. thinks you just need some dick to remind you where home is. ;)

warnings 𑄽𑄺 2.3k. fem reader, lowercase intended, she/her pronouns, black coded. dilf!sukuna, fluff + smut duh, jealousy, sukuna's a cheater n we're dumb, daddy kink, body worship, choking, body worship, dry humping if you squint, consensual coercion, cum play, toxic relationship, sneaky sex, minors aren't welcomed!

꒰ 𝑚𝑜𝑐ℎ𝑎'𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑠 .ᐟ ꒱; this is very old, originally a self ship but i just wanted to post it bc i have a lot of old fics sitting in the drafts etc.

sukuna clenches his jaw whenever he notices the new love interest in your life, nearly causing a fight one day you threw a cookout for your family and the man you're currently 'dating' is playing football with your daughter, seeing the stranger pick her up and spin her around when she scores a touchdown. it boils his blood to see your daughter smile at someone who isn't her father. sukuna awaits at the doorstep of his home, or 'ours' as he likes to call it, still delusional about your separation, claiming it's a break when it wasn't . . hands tucked into his dark gray sweatpants pockets with a smile on his usually stern face as he watches your tiny daughter run to him with giggles and bratz dolls in her hands. sukuna crouches low to grab her with a purposely exaggerated grunt, commenting on how big she's getting with a laugh.

you slam the door to your car, retrieving your daughter's duffel bag filled with things she needed for the weekend at daddy's. sukuna holds his child at his hip. you smile at her as she constantly pokes at his cheek to grab his lost attention. he couldn't keep his eyes off you. looking you up down with that all too familiar glint in his eyes. you raise your brow, glaring down at yourself dressed in a black maxi skirt that touches your ankles and a white lace top, feet in black sandals.

"what?"

"going somewhere?" he questions with authority.

"my house and back. i can't look nice?"

"you look good," you ignore the way he licks his pink lips, your daughter tapping his shoulder for the millionth time, the four-year-old always wanting to be the star of the show.

"daddy, can we watch bratz fashion ‘ixies with mommy?!" the little girl screeches excitedly.

"mommy has to go, baby," you drain the light from her face, the child frowning. sukuna eyes you.

"why?" they say periodically. you stare him down with annoyance. now she's gonna question me. before you can even speak, she's at it again.

"but we haven't watched it in months," she whines. "we watch it every day with all three of us."

sukuna sighs, rubbing her back. "it's okay, honey. me and you can just—"

"i'll stay," you cut him off immediately, not fond of seeing your daughter cry. his puppy dog act was irritating. he grins mischievously.

your daughter cheers and you lean forward to pinch her chubby cheeks, speed walking to your car to pull into the driveway before entering the familiar home, feeling somewhat vacant. the vibe is off, but a little nostalgic. you haven't stepped foot into this place in months, unable to, the idea bringing back too many unwanted memories. your divorce wasn't pretty; finding sukuna messing with another woman when you searched through his phone one day to find the messages, his excuses replaying in your head, all bullshit.

she was just one night. one night over six years? they were high-school sweethearts, and he tore that apart for a one-time fling. didn't make sense, never will. it's awkward when you stand in the kitchen you used to cook your happy family meals every day to see him make your daughter lunch for her movie, combing at her curly hair with your fingers as she went on about how she ate dyed eggs for green eggs and ham day at school. the movie was the same as usual, both of you sitting adjacent to her as she ate her lunch and enjoyed the film, falling asleep on sukuna's shoulder thirty minutes in.

school must've taken it out of her. sukuna stretches his arms, breathing out a 'finally' which makes you laugh, standing along with him as he carries her and you shut off the tv, checking a text from the man you're currently fooling around with, nothing serious. just experimenting the dating life again.

you home today? i wanna see you.

you sigh, dropping your shoulders tiredly. you weren't in the mood to see him. he was a funny guy, enjoyable to be around, and made your daughter laugh . . .but he's obscenely clingy. you liked your space, and he didn't know the meaning of it. on top of that, the sex was mediocre. nothing compared to how sukuna fucked me. you dissociated with the world momentarily, chewing on your lip as flashbacks hit, zoning out the sound of sukuna's heavy steps approaching.

"she's tucked in."

your eyes lock onto the veins bulging out of his arms, the white tee he wore hugging his muscles, and the platinum chain swinging around his neck making your face hot. dammit, stop. your stare lingers longer than you expect, sukuna lowering his face to catch your attention with a smirk.

"hello? you good?"

"yeah, sorry," you clear your throat.

"check me out all you want baby, it's still yours."

"sukuna," you roll your eyes, locking your phone and finding your car keys, needing to be as far away from him as possible before you do something you regret.

"what? i'm joking," he furrows his brows when you begin strutting towards the front door, mumbling about how your daughter's ballet recitals on sunday and not to forget to monitor her junk food intake. his hand clasps around your wrist to stop you.

"stay. i wanna talk to you."

"there's nothing to talk about."

"are you dating him?" he's straightforward, watching the muscle in his jaw clench.

"that's none of your business."

"i have a right to know who's around my daughter. yes or no? or are you just fuckin' him?"

"why?" you yank your arm away, getting in his face, barely with your height. "does it hurt your feelings? well, guess karmas a bitch."

sukuna chuckles darkly, raising his arm to tug at his bi-colored hair with frustration. "man, you're still on that shit."

you raise your brow with fury. he's shitting me. "on that . . . are you fucking serious? you tellin' me i don't have a reason to say fuck you for cheating on me?"

"all she did was suck my dick, you're acting like i was in her shit," he rolls his eyes, shrugging his shoulder with zero care in the world. "i've apologized a million times. it was one stupid night where we were at each other's throats and she just so happened to be around . . so."

"you know what." you scoff, not having time for this stupid shit. men always have bullshit excuses when trying to justify cheating. you didn't care if he kissed the bitch, cheating is cheating. you managed to bypass him, walking around the couch until he was back in your face fast once again.

you clenched your keys in your fists, ready to claw at his face with them. "what do you want?"

it's silent for a moment, the hard stare he has on you makes you feel small, folding your arms over your midsection, waiting for his response.

"i need some pussy," he whispers gravelly, slowly licking his lips and grabbing at your waist. you swallow, trying to ignore the sudden throbbing at your clit. chill out.

"text your other bitch. i'm sure she'll give it to you."

"only your sweet fuckin' pussy," now his hands are smoothing to your backside, smacking his heavy, veiny palm on your ass to draw you closer, squeezing the flesh between his long fingers. you gasp, eyes wide as you feel the outline of his dick against your stomach. his fingers are dangerously close to your pussy. "daddy misses it so much."

you inhale, shifting to try your best and break from his barricade, shoving him away which barely makes him stumble. "i'm leaving."

thinking this is your final attempt at actually leaving, that relief gets knocked down the instant his hand grabs the back of your neck and brings you back to him, his mouth pressed to the side of your neck where he breathes and kisses wetly. you freeze, the ache below never subsiding in his hold. sukuna's lifting your skirt before another word falls from your pretty little mouth, shoving his hand into your matching white lace, smirking from the ocean flowing on his thick fingers.

"you need some dick, don't you?" he whispers hotly behind your earlobe, rushing his tongue there at the same time he circles your clit, falling back into his warm chest, dropping your keys altogether. "he not hitting it right? doesn't do it like me, does he?"

shamelessly, you nod your head in agreement, giving up because you know he's right and this is what you need. you know he can give you things no other man could. it hasn't been the same ever since. any man you've been with aside from him hasn't met up to those standards. sukuna raised your pussy to only come back to him. trained to accommodate him. cum from him. fuck him. for any other man to take possession of what he crafted would be fucking fowl.

"you miss me?" sukuna hums, walking you both towards the black couch in the living room you moved too far away from your previous escape. your knees are dented into the seat, arms thrown over the back as sukuna groans low in his throat, pupils blown with lust as he tugs your panties to sit at the middle of your thighs. he presses his clothed cock to you, grinding slowly to make you feel it, let you know how much he misses you more. "you miss daddy, baby?"

you keen, face buried into your forearms shyly, rocking back onto him, feeling yourself soak his pants. sukuna hisses and smacks your ass again, pussy clenching from the attack. you whine. "yes. miss you."

"daddy misses you too," he's swift with his actions, already tugging at his dick leaking absurd amounts of precum, circling the angry red tip on your entrance before sinking in only halfway, wanting you to remember how to take him. you moan quietly, biting at your arm and taking lead by pushing back onto him, only to have sukuna retract his hips.

"don't be greedy, you'll hurt yourself." it echoes in your head when he says this, smiling cutely, loving that he cared, unlike other men. and he's kind of right. he's perfectly thick, long to the point where it surpasses his belly button. it was always hard for you to fully wrap your hand around it, towering your face whenever he stood over you, veins decorating up the underside. he draws his hips back, carefully driving into you, rolling his waist effortlessly to make you savor every ridge of his cock.

"doesn't it feel so fuckin' good?" he asks with his lip tucked between his teeth, rolling his eyes back once he starts it up, hooking you by your handles and yanking you back as he fucks you, fascinated by the jelly-like bounce your ass makes as you throw it back.

his wife was always one to never hold back her sounds, whimpering and moaning to your hearts delight. sukuna has your back arched with his other palm, reaching behind yourself to clutch at his veiny forearm, the two of you locking eyes as you glare up at him to see him slowly losing it. so much pent-up sexual frustration from not having you for months. not being able to touch another woman since so it pisses him off to know you could easily fuck another man without feeling the same. he's getting mad just thinking about it, clenching his jaw tight as he fucked you harder, deeper. you're clawing at his arm and crying his name, sukuna coming to his senses momentarily, forgetting they had a daughter who's asleep upstairs.

he moves your hand away, entwining both his large palms over your mouth and pulling you back to his chest where your head rests, sukuna standing straight as your back dips even more, cursing as your eyes switch white and you sing into his hands shielding the sweet symphonic tones.

"you forgive me?" he breathes shakily on your forehead, ruts becoming sloppy when that familiar heat twitches in his gut. this he could excuse; cumming too fast just to brush off the burning arousal for you. he'd savor you later on when it truly mattered. he'd make love to you to prove that he still loves you, that he's different now, that he'd never fuck up a good thing again. right now, he just wanted to fuck you so you know he's not letting you leave anytime soon.

your brown eyes are slanted softly, whines and delicate nods of your head are what takes him there, dropping his hands from your mouth, choking you lightly as he mashed his mouth onto yours, moaning with you as you tremble and orgasm. he stays inside you a little longer, fearing that warmth would dissipate if he stayed out too long. sukuna swallows, catching his breath and darting his attention to the way his cum flows out of you after you fall forward, taking his index and middle finger to collect it and shove it back inside. you laugh at him with a silent 'fuck off' and smack his hand away. he grins happily, massaging your backside adoringly. this isn't a pass that you're going back to him. but having you in his presence as of now was a start he could be satisfied with.

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[reystenius-01]

Little Lilo

in which you come home with a feline friend

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Alexia had gotten home from training a couple of hours ago now, and she was beginning to miss your presence. Since you had a day-off, and today was a session mainly for the midfielders, you had breakfast with your parents, who were visiting Spain for a while. When Alexia had met your parents for the first time, at the World Cup final in Australia, your Barcelona-loving father had practically swooned himself. Your patriotic English mother took a little more convincing, but Alexia managed to win her over through brunch (and a Jenni Hermoso jersey, which your mother immediately hung up in the spare room beside a Mary Earps shirt).

She was heating up one of the dishes on her meal plan when Nala started barking at the door. She wasn't expecting anyone else to be coming over, especially not with the racket Nala was making. With a sigh, she turned off the stove and made her way to the door, wondering who could possibly be causing such a commotion.

Opening the door, Alexia's eyes widened in surprise when she saw her girlfriend standing there, holding a tiny kitten in her arms. But what caught her off guard even more was the sight of yourself – your hair tousled and dishevelled, dirt smudges on your cheeks, and grass stains on your clothes.

“Mi amor, what on earth happened to you?” Alexia exclaimed, her eyebrows shooting up in confusion.

Your eyes lit up with excitement as you held out the kitten towards Alexia. “Look what I found!” you exclaimed, your voice filled with glee. “Isn't she just the cutest thing you've ever seen?”

Alexia couldn't help but chuckle at your enthusiasm, reaching out to gently stroke the kitten's fur. “She's adorable,” she agreed, her heart melting at the sight of the tiny creature. But then she glanced back at you, a puzzled frown forming on her face. “But seriously, what happened to you? You look like you've been rolling around in the dirt.”

Your cheeks flushed slightly as you rubbed the back of your neck sheepishly, taking off your shoes and nearly falling over. “Well, you see, I found this little one wandering around near the park,” you explained. “And, uh, she was in a bit of a pickle, so I couldn't just leave her there. I might have gotten a little carried away trying to catch her.”

“A p-pickle?” Alexia tilted her head in confusion at the terminology.

“She was… in trouble,” you adjusted with a smile, so convincing that Alexia almost didn’t notice your tell. You were avoiding eye contact.

“Mi vida…” Alexia crossed her arms, fixing you with a stern look. 

You gulped, before sighing and caving in, “I might have gotten a little carried away playing with him, but it was worth it.”

Nala, who had been watching the exchange with a mix of curiosity and suspicion, let out a low growl from her spot by the door, clearly not impressed by the new addition to the household.

Now, Nala was equally your child as she was Alexia’s, but you’d have to pull off some insane sweet-talking in order to get your girlfriend to let you keep the furry feline you were holding in your arms.

You sighed, casting a pleading look in Alexia's direction. “Please, mi amor, can we keep him?” Your voice was tinged with hope, Alexia’s heart nearly bursting as you pulled out the best puppy-eyes you could muster.

“You and your soft spot for animals,” Alexia teased gently, reaching out to scratch Nala behind the ears to reassure her.

Your cheeks flushed slightly at the teasing, but you couldn't hide the fond smile that tugged at your lips. “I can't help it,” you admitted sheepishly, pressing a kiss to the top of the kitten's head. “They just... they need someone to look out for them, you know?”

Alexia's heart swelled with affection as she watched you cradle the kitten in your arms, her eyes shining with genuine love and compassion. “Yeah, I know, amor,” she murmured softly, feeling a rush of warmth flood through her at the sight of her girlfriend's kindness.

Nala's growling had subsided, replaced by a cautious curiosity as she sniffed at the kitten, her tail wagging tentatively. It seemed she was slowly warming up to the idea of having a new furry friend around the apartment.

With a soft sigh, Alexia nodded, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “Alright, we can keep him,” she relented, her voice filled with affection. “But this is the last one, okay? And you’re on litter box duty. We’ve got enough on our plate with Nala, dios mio.”

An almost comical expression overtook your face. Your baffled expression morphed into one of mock offense as you raised an eyebrow at Alexia. “Oh, so now it's ‘we,’ huh?” you teased, feigning indignation. “Nala sneezes once and you’re on your feet like I just put on a Madrid jersey.”

Alexia chuckled, shaking her head. “Hey, don't be dramatic,” she teased back, nudging you playfully with her elbow. “Besides, Madrid jerseys are an abomination in this household. You know that.”

Your mock offense melted into a grin, unable to hold the act for long under Alexia's playful teasing. “Alright, fair point,” you conceded with a laugh, leaning in to press a quick kiss to Alexia's cheek. “But seriously, thanks for letting us keep him. I promise I'll take care of everything – litter duty and all.”

Alexia smiled at her, reaching out to gently ruffle the kitten's fur. “Hey, I'm all for expanding our little family,” she teased, shooting you a playful smirk. “Besides, Nala could use a buddy to keep her company when we're both busy with training and games.”

Your lips twitched into a playful grin as you shook your head in mock disbelief. “Well, well, well, look at you, embracing your inner cat lady,” you teased, leaning in to press a teasing kiss to Alexia's lips. “I never thought I'd see the day.”

Rolling her eyes, Alexia swatted playfully at your shoulder. “Oh, hush,” she retorted, though the fondness in her tone was evident. “You know you love it when I surprise you.” She leaned in closer, her voice turning softer. “And besides, anything to make you happy, mi cielo.”

You pulled a face, dodging Alexia’s hand that was about to smack your ass as you turned towards the bathroom to give the little guy a bath. “Amor, I swear you suck.”

“Last I remember, bebita, you were doing most of that last night.”

“Alexia Putellas Segura, you are so lucky I am holding Little Lilo right now,” you turned around slowly, a tight smile on your face.

“Little Lilo?”

“IT’S A CUTE NAME!”

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[prythianpages]

Dandelions | Azriel x Witch Reader

summary: it's your baby girl's first day of school and Azriel isn't ready to let her go.

warnings: fluff/angst; some suggestiveness at the end (bonus scene)

a/n: This is part of my ABBA x ACOTAR series (masterlist) where I dedicate a song to a character (: but also my Azriel x witch reader series. I really adore this song and this was the only series I could apply it to. This can pretty much be read as a stand alone imagine. All you have to know is that reader is a witch and is an established relationship with Az.

**

In the quiet hush of morning, Azriel and Melaina find themselves at the breakfast table with sleep in their eyes. The floor is cloaked in their shadows, joining one another at their feet in a vast sea of darkness.

Yet, the dance of their shadows harbor distinct meanings.

Though he tries to hide it, your keen eyes pick up on the subtle poignant unease in Azriel's demeanor. An undercurrent of melancholy taints the air, prompting you to send a reassuring tug through your bond. Azriel returns the gesture, his hand finding yours across the table. Meanwhile, Melaina quietly finishes her breakfast. Her shadows, a whirlwind of nerves and excitement, betray her impassive appearance. Today is her first day of school, the precipice of a new chapter in her life, and Azriel can't help but grapple with the realization that his little girl is growing up far too quickly.

“All done, my pretty?” You ask softly, gaze alight with admiration as her small wings flutter behind her.

She’s the mirror image of her father with her captivating hazel eyes–a perfect blend of greens and browns that remind you of the nature you’re so fond of. Two braids cascade down her shoulders and delicate bangs accentuate her sun-kissed complexion. When she was born, you had joked that you had given birth to Azriel’s carbon copy and little did you know that even her personality would match his. 

Melaina nods and you rise, taking her plate to the kitchen sink. The corner of your lips lift up into a smile when you hear Azriel ask, “Are you sure you want to go to school? You can always start next year.”

“Mel is more than ready for school,” you lightly chide Azriel, who chooses to ignore your words of consolation. 

His gaze is fixed on Melaina, a plethora of scenarios plaguing his mind. He wishes he could see what’s really on her mind–to be able to foresee any worries she may have and ease her through them. The same way he’s eased her through every milestone of her life thus far. He was there when she took her first steps, when she first got hurt from tripping over a rug that he immediately disposed of after, when she said her first word–which much to your dismay was your cat’s name, Binx. 

But now, she was ready for school. Her first time being away from home without you or him or his brothers by her side. Her first time being on her own. What if the kids in her class don’t take well to her? To her shadows? He remembers the apprehensive looks he’d receive in Windhaven when growing up and the thought of anyone doing the same to her pains him. What if they are mean to her? What if they hurt her?

The obsidian tendrils at Azriel's side stir with an eerie melody, commanding Melaina's shadows to rise. They snap to attention like disciplined soldiers heeding orders. An unspoken promise unfolds—her shadows would help guide her and protect her from any lingering stare or slightest suspicion of malintent. They return to her side as she rises to her feet, tickling her sides and causing her to giggle.

 Azriel smiles and shares her laughter, capturing every minute of it, the feeling in it.

**

There’s that odd melancholy feeling again as he stands in front of the school with Melaina on one side and you on the other. He can’t help the frown that settles over his face when she wiggles her tiny hand out of his grasp to run to her cousins. You’re following after her, tugging Azriel along with you to join his brothers and their mates at the front of the school.

“Good morning, Azriel jr,” Cassian greets her with a smile, playfully tugging at one of her braids. “Are you ready for your first day?”

Melaina lets out a huff. “Of course I am, Uncle Cas.”

Cassian then looks toward Azriel, who continues to brood, and chuckles. “It doesn’t look like your daddy is.”

Azriel glares at Cassian. You leave his side to hug Feyre and the frown leaves his face at the delighted squeal that comes from you, his shadows singing in response. He turns his head to see you and Feyre exchange smiles while you gush in excitement over her growing belly. Though Feyre looks at Azriel with a knowing smile, her words are directed to you.

“Rhys was the same way with Nyx,” she muses and out of the corner of his eye, Azriel catches his brother rolling his eyes. But he doesn’t deny it.

“So was Nesta,” Cassian adds, propping an elbow on Nesta’s shoulders. She shoves him off with a shrug before chiding after their twin boys, Cardan and Calian. The aftermath of the aphrodisiac you made–or rather, remade–for her after Azriel accidentally drank the first batch.

“I’m surprised you’re faring well with this,” Feyre says with a raised brow at you.

“Well, someone has to be the strong one,” you tease, side glancing at Azriel and squeezing his hand. 

Azriel lets out a small huff, similar to the one Melaina let out earlier. He knew you were also stressed and a little sad but you were surprisingly able to hide it better than him. But unbeknownst to him, just in case the obsidian necklace she wore was not enough, you had casted a protection spell over Melaina before she went to bed…and packed her bags with a variety of charged crystals.

The gathering of students at the school's entrance slowly disperses, and Azriel tenses beside you, acknowledging the imminent moment of having to say goodbye. Nyx, ever courteous, takes it upon himself to accompany Melaina to class. Azriel suspects Feyre's influence in Nyx's gesture, as if she intuited the added difficulty for him and you. He watches as Melaina walks back to you and you lean down, gently smoothing her bangs before placing a kiss on her forehead.

“Today will be a wonderful day for you,” you affirm for her with a radiant smile, making Azriel's heart melt at the sight of the two girls he loves the most.  He wishes that he could freeze the picture and save it from the funny tricks of time. 

Your hand delicately reaches for the obsidian crystal suspended from her neck, lifting it tenderly to your lips. There’s a flash of green light that engulfs the crystal and as you release the necklace, Azriel notices the new sparkle to it. “Love you, my pretty.”

Though Melaina doesn’t verbalize it back, her eyes radiate a golden glow and the soft caress of her shadows against your face feels like a tender whisper that articulates, "I love you too.” You pull her in close, hugging her smaller frame and lean down to whisper. But Azriel’s attentive senses still catch it.

“Now hug and give your daddy a kiss so he doesn’t cry.”

Azriel resists the urge to roll his eyes. Feeling a tug on his sweater, he leans down to meet his daughter at eye level. Opening his arms expectantly, a surge of warmth envelops him as she eagerly rushes into his embrace. A tender kiss graces his cheek, accompanied by the familiar caress of her shadows against his other cheek similar to the way they had done with you. He pulls away to look at her, holding her gently by the shoulders. He knows her shadows will do well to protect her and if those aren’t enough, her older cousins are just a couple of classrooms down the hall. But he needs to hear her say it.

“What will you do if someone is mean to you?”

Melaina’s eyes light up and she steps out from his hold. True to the goddess you named her after, she's a tiny vision of nightmares and madness, as she assumes a defensive position, her shadows dancing around her.

“Kick them in the face!” She exclaims as she raises her leg up with a glare directed toward her nonexistent enemy.  “I'll make my enemies bleed.”

Cardan and Calian follow after her while Nyx wisely keeps a safe distance, amused by the spectacle of his younger cousins engaging in an imaginary brawl. Cassian watches them fondly, striking punches of his own into the air but you’re shaking your head with furrowed brows. Azriel catches the pointed look you send his way and a subtle blush overtakes his cheeks as you’ve discovered his secret. He continues to read Melaina, those books you told him not to. 

“No, Mel, that’s not–”

“That’s my girl,” Azriel grins as he rises to his feet, feeling slightly better. He rustles her bangs fondly.

The sound of the school bell echoes through the park as a final warning that class should be beginning shortly. Azriel reluctantly shrugs Melaina’s backpack off his shoulder, the small bag looking ridiculous on someone of his stature. He adjusts it on her with careful consideration for her delicate wings and feels an ache in his chest as the backpack nearly engulfs her smaller frame. 

As the faint rustling, reminiscent of rocks shifting, comes from the bag, it is Azriel’s turn to send you a subtle yet pointed look in your direction. A suppressed smile tugs at his lips when you quickly avert your gaze and he realizes he wasn’t the only one keeping a secret.

“Off you go, my little shadow. See you later.”

Once the backpack is secured to her, she takes Nyx’s waiting hand and runs off to the entrance with him. Azriel almost frowns but then, at the top of the stairs, she turns around, waving goodbye with a small absent-minded smile.

He watches her go into the school with a surge of that well-known sadness. Tears prick his eyes and though he knows he’s being dramatic, he can’t help the feeling that he’s losing her forever. His sweet little girl who keeps on growing. She’s slipping through his fingers all the time.

**

Bonus scene

Before his family could indulge in making fun of him, Azriel grasps your hand, drawing you close as he summons his shadows. The inky tendrils swirl around you both, transporting you back to the familiar sanctuary of your home.

"If this is your reaction on her first day of school, I can only imagine what you’ll be like when she has her first crush," you say, a teasing sparkle in your eyes.

Azriel's grip on you tightens. He doesn’t want to grapple further into the inevitability of his daughter's growing independence because to him, Melaina will always be his baby girl. A subtle strain echoes in his voice as he pleads, "Don't."

Easing out of his embrace, you giggle at his dramatics, strolling toward the kitchen with a lightness in your step, intent on brewing some tea. "It's just a couple of hours, Az," you reassure him.

"A couple of hours?" Azriel echoes, a pensive note in his voice as he joins you in the kitchen.

Having taken the entire week off, he had intended to be present for every moment—dropping Melaina off and picking her up during her first week at school. He didn’t plan for much other than that and he was used to spending his days off with his little family but now Melaina was off at school, leaving the two of you alone.

The kettle placed on the stove begins to whistle, harmonizing with the new thought that brews in his mind. You’re raising your steaming cup of tea to your lips, peering over at Azriel as he walks up to you. “What? You want some?” You ask, raising your cup to him.

Azriel shakes his head with a smile. Carefully taking the cup from you, he places it onto the counter behind you. He gently but firmly holds your chin, coaxing you to meet his gaze. The faint blush on his cheeks returns, a soft hue that complements the golden brilliance in his eyes as he looks down at you with adoration because you’ve given him everything he’s ever dreamed of and more.

Still, there's an insatiable desire within him for even more moments, more shared dreams, and more of you.

“Let’s have another?”

“A baby?”

Azriel nods, attentively studying your features for any nuanced emotion. He feels relief when you smile and you voice your answer without having to say anything, flooding him with love through the bond you share. The two of you had discussed having children years ago, almost two years before having Melaina. After she was born, you mirrored each other’s desires for having more but had agreed on waiting but not too long as you wanted your children to grow up together.

“We do have a couple of hours to ourselves,” you remind him again, embracing him with arms entwined around his neck, fingers brushing through the back of his hair.

He hooks his arms under your knees, lifting you up with ease and you’re wrapping your legs around his waist. He grins when your legs tighten around him and kisses you.

“Let’s not waste another second.”

**

a/n: hope you enjoyed this as much as I did writing it <3 Sorry, I skipped ahead. I do want to eventually write an imagine for when Az & reader first find out they're having a baby. That might be the next imagine for this series.

tagging: @fxckmiup

#azriel x reader #azriel x y/n #azriel x you #azriel imagine #acotar x you #acotar x y/n #acotar x reader #acotar imagine #azriel fanfic #azriel acotar #acotar fanfiction #az!dandelions

[shanastoryteller]

Happy Pride! Could you do more of the fem mxy!wwx identity porn? I hope you have a great day 🌻

a continuation of 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40 41 42

Jiang Yanli sees the Lan party approaching and cant help the spike of anxiety that shoots through her.

First is Lan Xichen and A-Yao, who greet Madame Jin and Jin Guangshan formally and respectfully, without a hint of resentment for what they've put them through, for allowing them to arrange this alliance only to yank the promised marriage out from under them.

She knows better than to think there isn't any, but their serene expressions give nothing away. Lan Xichen's amiable mask hides a warm, peaceable center. A-Yao's hides a bitterness and cleverness so great that to this day she thinks it a tragedy that A-Yao hadn't grown up among the Yu.

They make look similar on the surface, but Lan Xichen and A-Yao’s relationship is proof that opposites really do attract.

A-Yao says something that causes Madame Jin’s face to tighten. Then they’re stepping back and Lan Wangji is stepping forward, but he’s not the one she cares about.

Xuanyu stands by his side, back straight and eyes forward, seemingly comfortable and at ease with Lan Wangji in a way that few people manage. Her expression when she faces her father is strained, but she stands close enough to Lan Wangji that their sleeves threaten to tangle together, so she assumes that strain is all that to Jin Guangshan and not Xuanyu’s husband.

“I told you she’s be fine,” Zixuan murmurs.

She wishes they were somewhere less public where she could get away with elbowing him in the ribs or at least stepping on his foot.

“Yanli-jie!” Xuanyu is waving at her, bounding forward without a thought to propriety. Both Lan Wangji and A-Yao are exasperated while Lan Xichen just seems outright fond, which is even more a balm to her worry than Xuanyu’s hopefully good relationship with her husband. A sect leader’s affection is nothing to sniff at, and even if Lan Wangji has little use for his bride, he would not upset his brother by treating someone he’s fond of callously.

“Meimei,” she returns and watches Xuanyu’s grins stretch to almost painful levels as the young woman reaches out to grab her hands. Xuanyu had felt so cold to the touch before, but now her hands are warm, and with several new callouses. She looks stronger too, thicker around the waist and the flesh of her cheeks, and it’s a relief to see her strengthened in both body and spirit.

Her grin eases and she becomes subdued as she inclines her head to Zixuan. “Jin Zixuan.”

He returns it, eyeing her speculatively, but it’s not a surprise. Jiang Yanli’s not sure if the two of them have ever had a real conversation.

“I brought some extra guests,” Xuanyu says. “Sorry.”

She gestures behind her and Jiang Yanli follows her hand and then blinks rabidly, but the vision in front of her doesn’t change. Song Lan and Xiao Xingchen stand there, along with a blind girl that she doesn’t remember seeing before. “It’s not a problem, Meimei. You’ll have to tell me that story of how they came to join you.”

Lan Wangji raises an eyebrow, looking down at Xuanyu who pointedly ignores his gaze. That makes Jiang Yanli nervous, but it doesn’t seem to be tinged with any true animosity. She’s more than familiar what that looks like on Lan Wangji.

“It was uh – recent. So recent that I’m in need of a proper bath and a new set of robes, actually.” She leans in to whisper, loudly enough that they can all hear her just fine, “I switched out my over robe for something less damaged and bloodstained.”

Lan Wangji sighs deeply. Xuanyu rolls her eyes, which seems like a good sign.

“Oh dear,” Jiang Yanli says, affecting wide eyes and a gentle concern that’s only a little fake. For a moment, a smirk steals across Xuanyu’s face before she smooths it out again, which nearly distracts Jiang Yanli from her play here. Not even A-Yao had picked up on her act the first time she used to it. “That sounds so harrowing and awful. Please, let me escort you to my rooms – you can use my bath and I can help you with your hair. We are sisters, after all.”

“Of course, Yanli-jie,” she says, eyes bright with humor. It’s refreshing to do this with someone who’s in on the joke from the beginning and isn’t A-Cheng. “That’s so kind of you, how can I possibly refuse?”

Both of their husbands look put out as they walk away together, arm in arm. Maybe this will finally give Zixuan and Lan Wangji something to talk about.

#prompt answers #prompts are closed #asks #anon #untamed

[unoislazy]

BES Characters and Pets

How they would react to you bringing home an animal

Characters:Mizu,Akemi,Taigen and Ringo

A/N: Pretty short but I want to give you guys more variety than just I Am No Coward back to back

(Apparently I can’t spell cause I’ve had to edit this four separate times so I’m sorry if there are any spelling errors)

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Mizu

-The moment you walk through that door with an animal in hand, no matter how small or cute the first thing she says is

“Put it back.”

-of course you would’ve already been committed to the little creature at that point so that wasn’t even in the question.

-she would begrudgingly allow you to continue to have it, but she wouldn’t want anything to do with it

-she thinks you give it more attention than you give her, but she never says anything about it

-very slowly she would eventually start to come around, It would take a fair amount of convincing though

-one day something in her just clicks and suddenly she doesn’t mind the animal at all.

-if the animal was a cat the moment to cause this click would definitely be it rubbing up against her for the first time

-you’d catch her talking to the animal occasionally when she thinks she’s alone, almost like she’s having a conversation with it

Akemi

-Akemi would be more a fan of more delicate animals, maybe a bird or a bunny

-she would also feel guilty for having one in the first place so you’d have to explain that the chances of it surviving on its own are low

-that’s literally all it would take to convince her

-don’t expect her to take care of the messy parts though

-she may grow fond of the animal but the moment it makes a mess, that’s your pet not hers

-she can handle dirt and grime but if she doesn’t have to, she’s prefer not to

-you have found her ranting to the animal before about her father which you decided was best if you didn’t interrupt

Taigen

-this man is a dog lover through and through there’s NO way he isn't

-100% thinks cats are all mean

-If you brought back a dog with you he would be secretly ecstatic

-you thought that was your dog? Nope not anymore

-mans best friend for a reason I suppose

-would find training him extremely entertaining and when he’s not training himself, he’s off training the dog

-tried to teach the dog how to fight with a sword once…

-didn’t end well.

-you tried to tell him but Taigen has an issue with listening apparently

Ringo

-all animals

-he loves them all

-you give him any animal he would protect it with his life

-no convincing needed

-that man would find joy in any animal you give him

-I could see him looking after a duckling

#x reader #mizu blue eye samurai #unoislazy #fanfiction #mizu come home the kids miss you #bes mizu #mizu x reader #blue eye samurai fanfic #blue eye samurai x reader #x gn reader #blue eye samurai x you #ringo blue eye samurai #blue eyed samurai #blue eye samurai ringo #akemi #akemi blue eye samurai #bes akemi #taigen #taigen blue eye samurai #blue eye samurai taigen #heacanons #headcanons #headcanon

[chimmykai]

Welcome to my "Why August should have the Crown" but in a bad way.

We've all seen how Wilhelm feels about being Crown Prince; he doesn't want it and he would we miserable with his role.

The Crown is a punishment to him, and he realised that. So I think it will be implied in S3 that in the future he will give it up.

And August will then became officially his backup. Some people in the fandom (and Wilhelm and Simon) still sees that in a bad way because they think that this will be like a prize to August and it might be in the beginning, but I think soon August will realise that it's indeed a punishment.

August is no Erik or Wilhelm; he doesn't have the people's love since he was a little kid, he has no media training, the Queen isn't even on his side, he was not born to play this role. Wilhelm either but he at least had grown up in this enviroment...

Also, imagine the day the news outlet find out that;

His father committed suicide

He can't stand his stepdad and went bankrupt.

He has no money left

This will cause a great scandal...

We are all forgetting that August suffers from an eating disorder, has low self-esteem and a drug adiction. How do you think he will cope with all of this?

I do believe that August is in love with Sara, and he's still not over it as seen in the trailer. And I think this moment in season 2 says a lot.

Dear August, you really think that the Royal Court will let you date the neurodivergent daughter of an inmigrant mother and drug addict father whose brother is in a sextape/dating the ex-Crown Prince?

August doesn't realise that from now on his life will be controlled by the Royal Court. The conversation of the 10 year plan that he had over the phone in S2 seemed to stressed him but didn't realise how serious it was; well, welcome to your new life.

Also, August doesn't have anyone; no father, he's angry at his mom, can't stand his stepdad, he doesn't have friends because the ones he had on S1 turned his back at him in S2 when Wilhelm said something...

I'm no Kristina fan and her decisions, but let's remember that she's a mourning mother. In less than a year her life changed dramatically. In public she might seem close to August but in private? He's the one that caused her remaining heir to think about giving up the crown and end her dinasty (?) by outing him in a sextape video... Don't think she will be fond of him...

So yeah, I think that August won't go to prison and won't be held accountable for what he did. He will graduate and then his life won't be his anymore, because from now on the Royal Court will be the one dictating all of his decisions.

Meanwhile Wille will get to live his life just like he wanted, free from that control.

And it will be poetic that August will be the one taking up his place, because he will then start to suffer what he thought he wanted.

August thinks that he will be the perfect Crown Prince, but he doesn't realise that being a Prince is not a privilege but a punishment.

#prince wilhelm #simon eriksson #wilmon #young royals #yr season 3 #august horn #young royals theory #sara eriksson

[amphibiahawks321]

[✨questions and the scenarios for M!Reader and Arlecchino✨]

What happens if a kid is crying?

Arlecchino isn't really fond of a kid crying she thinks it's a sign of being weak (that's such a father thing to say) so usually Lynette, Lyney and Freminet the one comforting the kid but now Freminet is so glad arlecchino is now dating Y/N cause if a kid is crying Y/N is usually the one best at comforting the kid

Freminet : Y/N!

[Tugs his sleeve]

M!Reader : Hm? Yes Freminet?

Freminet : a kid trip over a rock and now his crying I tried to comfort him but..... He keeps crying....

M!Reader : [Chuckles] at least you tried your best Freminet

[Pats his head]

M!Reader : Now lead me where The kid is

Freminet (feels better now) : o-ok!

What happened if Reader and Arlecchino watched Lyney and Lynette performance?

Arlecchino is a very..... Judge type, She will praise their performance if they did a good job though Meanwhile Lynette and Lyney could make a mistake in their performance and they still get praises by M!Reader😭

[Lynette & Lyney finished their performance]

Arlecchino : I must say that was an excellent performance-

M!Reader : That was amazing! Absolutely fantastic! 10 out of 10 performance! 👏🏻👏🏻

[Meanwhile Lyney & Lynette still on the stage feeling very proud of themselves]

Arlecchino : Dear calm down-

Who is arlecchino's and M!Reader Favorite child?

Arlecchino loves Lynette, Lyney and Freminet but she secrely has a little more love for Lyney

Meanwhile Y/N loves the three of them equally very very equally (Which makes sense cause I would too)

[Y/N surprise Hug Lyney, Lynette and Freminet all together from behind]

M!Reader : daily reminder that I absolutely love and adore you three!

[Aaaaaaaaand those words made the three of them cry with tears of joy and the three starts hugging Y/N also]

[Meanwhile arlecchino is just watching the whole thing happening]

Arlecchino : ......

[Arlecchino on the inside]

What do Y/N and Arlecchino do together in their free time?

Arlecchino is the type that would do "Netflix and chill" The woman spent all day doing paperwork She no doubt wanted to do something stress relieving and what better than making love with her partner while movies are playing?

Meanwhile Y/N is the type that would want to play video games with Arlecchino, granted she isn't the most fond of playing video games but when you introduce her to Mario kart she got a little bit competitive but overall a fun way to spend some time with her (Picture Arlecchino and Y/N playing Mario kart next to each other but Arlecchino is just absolutely hitting and throwing things at the other karts perfectly while having a smile in her face while your just shock about how good she is at this)

[Both of them sitting on the couch, Y/N leans his head to the side on arlecchino shoulder both of them have blankets on and both have popcorn on their Hand ]

M!Reader : Oh by the way where's Lyney, Lynette and Freminet? I haven't seen them

Arlecchino : I sent them to get some stuff

M!Reader : .......

Arlecchino : .......

[both of them IMMEDIATELY drop the popcorn to the floor and Arlecchino got on top of Y/N and grabbed both of Y/N hand and held both of them on top of Y/N head and they both absolutely go to town if you know what I'm sayin-]

How flirty are Arlecchino and M!Reader to eachother?

Arlecchino is a massive flirt when it comes to you, you could shorten your hair or change your hairstyle or even dye your hair and this girl always finds a way to flirt with you about it, While Y/N is also a flirt but there's a 50/50 chance of the flirt effects Arlecchino and the other chance is Arlecchino flirts back with a even better pick up line

Arlecchino : Hey Y/N...

M!Reader : Hm? Yes dear?

[INSERT ANYTHING NEW YOU'VE DONE WITH YOUR BODY OR HAIR]

Arlecchino : Wow.... You look even hotter than usual....

M!Reader : Aww shucks! ^///v///^

[BONUS]

What happened if Y/N get sick?

Yeah as soon as you get sick Lyney, Lynette, Freminet and Arlecchino will be all over you these four will act like your caretaker giving you medicine, Making you soup, Checking your heat, give you plushies to cuddle with while in bed Cough Freminet Cough

M!Reader : [Cough] [Cough]

Arlecchino : Dear are you okay?

M!Reader : I'm okay [Cough] just a little sick [Cough]

Arlecchino : Y/N your sick?

M!Reader : Yeah but nothing too serious-WOW!

[Arlecchino lifts Y/N up and carries him on her shoulder]

M!Reader : D-dear it's seriously nothing serious-

Arlecchino : No...

Arlecchino : You're getting in bed and rest

M!Reader : At least don't tell Lyney, Lynette and Freminet about this they tend to go overboard with helping me it works but again they go a little too overboard-

Lyney & Lynette & Freminet : YOU'RE SICK?!

[While they were in the hallway, Y/N didn't know but it turns out they heard the whole thing right around the corner of the hallway]

M!Reader : Oh crap-

#male reader #reader x genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #arlecchino x male reader #reader x arlecchino #arlecchino x reader

[bethanydelleman]

do you have any theories on why wickham turned out the way he did? his background sounds humble but not dirt poor as i know steward was a really valued job at the time. and as the elder mr. darcy liked him, he probably had a better life than plenty of boys. correct me if i'm wrong but i don't recall any mention of a mom or siblings, so darcy was probably his main childhood companion. it's just horrible to think that over the years he went from seeing darcy as a friend to someone he could ruin. and he was prepared to ruin georgiana's life, not just take all her money but cause a scandal so she might not ever get married again. and if darcy hadn't found lydia he'd probably just leave her where she was with no way of getting home and destroyed the bennets. like why? everyone was nothing but nice to him his whole life and all he does is hurt them and enjoy doing it. when you think about it kind of sounds evil.

From what I understand, Wickham was a failure of a system whereby a rich person would choose someone poorer to patronize. We can see other examples of this in Emma (Jane Fairfax & Harriet Smith) and especially Mansfield Park (Fanny & William Price).

The idea was that the rich would find someone worthy of improvement, sponsor their education, and give them the ability to raise into the gentry class. This sounds like what Mr. Darcy Sr. tried with Wickham, but in this case it was a failure. What ended up happening isn't that Wickham was grateful, but he ended up feeling entitled to the life of a Darcy. The novel's implication is that Wickham had a bad character, which education could not improve, and that Mr. Darcy Sr. was deceived in because Wickham had a veneer of decency.

From Darcy's Letter:

Mr. Wickham is the son of a very respectable man, who had for many years the management of all the Pemberley estates, and whose good conduct in the discharge of his trust naturally inclined my father to be of service to him; and on George Wickham, who was his godson, his kindness was therefore liberally bestowed. My father supported him at school, and afterwards at Cambridge; most important assistance, as his own father, always poor from the extravagance of his wife, would have been unable to give him a gentleman’s education. My father was not only fond of this young man’s society, whose manners were always engaging, he had also the highest opinion of him, and hoping the church would be his profession, intended to provide for him in it. As for myself, it is many, many years since I first began to think of him in a very different manner. The vicious propensities, the want of principle, which he was careful to guard from the knowledge of his best friend, could not escape the observation of a young man of nearly the same age with himself, and who had opportunities of seeing him in unguarded moments, which Mr. Darcy could not have.

Wickham's account:

“We were born in the same parish, within the same park; the greatest part of our youth was passed together: inmates of the same house, sharing the same amusements, objects of the same parental care."

In Mansfield Park, Sir Thomas talks about how difficult it will be to maintain the distinction between his daughters and Fanny, their adopted niece, and when I think about how Wickham turned out, I think this is meant to be taken seriously (even though Sir Thomas and Mrs. Norris screwed up massively):

“There will be some difficulty in our way, Mrs. Norris,” observed Sir Thomas, “as to the distinction proper to be made between the girls as they grow up: how to preserve in the minds of my daughters the consciousness of what they are, without making them think too lowly of their cousin; and how, without depressing her spirits too far, to make her remember that she is not a Miss Bertram. I should wish to see them very good friends, and would, on no account, authorise in my girls the smallest degree of arrogance towards their relation; but still they cannot be equals. Their rank, fortune, rights, and expectations will always be different. It is a point of great delicacy, and you must assist us in our endeavours to choose exactly the right line of conduct.”

Fanny feels grateful for what the Bertrams give her, even though it's scraps of a real education. Wickham ends up feeling entitled, even though he is "liberally bestowed" and that may have been the problem. He was treated too similarly to Darcy and felt that he was a Darcy, only to find out the patronage didn't go as far as he wanted.

Wickham comes off to me as one of those people who is ALWAYS innocent in his own mind, someone else is always the cause of his misfortunes (he's like Willoughby in that respect). So when he tells Elizabeth about how he lost his inheritance, I think he believes what he is saying. He does think Darcy cheated him somehow even though he was in the wrong. Darcy becomes the tyrant because Wickham refuses to be the villain of his own story.

In addition, I don't know if he would have seen Darcy as a friend. Darcy is one of the few people who can see through Wickham and a con man would hate that. Wickham's dislike of Darcy may well have started because he hates that Darcy can perceive and judge the real him.

#wickham #pride and prejudice #jane austen #question response

[endless-ineffabilities]

MORE MARQUIS MOREEEEEEE I LOOOOOOVED IT, L - O - V - E - D ITTT!!!!!!!

le marquis et le moineau - (ill)fated

Marquis de Gramont x f!reader

synopsis: one of several short stories, set up as a prequel to this oneshot of le marquis et le moineau. This is set in the early days, depicting the beginning of what would turn into a dangerous mutual infatuation.

more of moineau: le marquis et le moineau ▪︎ first dance ▪︎ other works

word count: 2.5k ▪︎ themes/warnings: slow burn, mentions of violence (it's the John Wick universe ofc), language

"Welcome to the New York Continental. How may I be of service?" Charon asks in his flawless genial manner.

You stand behind him, his shadow in training. After only 3 short months as the 'Assistant to the Concierge' - (a title you picked over 'Assistant Concierge', in reference to a certain beloved TV series) - you've come to learn the ins and outs of the Continental.

What makes it tick. The demands of its peculiar crowd of usual guests. What is required to keep such an establishment up and running.

In truth, it takes a lot of fucking work. Much and more need to be swept under the rug so as to not attract attention. Guests need to be kept satisfied, their particular requests adhered to. As long as it is well within the rules of the High Table, of course.

The only thing separating you from the animals.

As if everyone in this sort of life has not already become animal. Well, isn't ignorance such bliss.

The man who introduced himself as Chidi says, "I have come ahead of my superior, the Marquis de Gramont. Needless to say, we must ensure that everything is well-prepared for his stay here in New York. Wouldn't you agree, Charon?"

"Of course, sir." Charon tilts his head. "I will personally see to that, don't you worry. Is he still set to arrive tonight at the planned hour?"

"He should be here at 6 this evening. I trust that the... agitator is being dealt with?"

Charon walks in front of the counter, taking a parcel from a bellhop. He keeps his gaze trained on Chidi. "With compliments of the Continental, sir. The proprietor has ensured that the liability will be brought to the penthouse of the Marquis."

"Very good." Chidi taps Charon on the shoulder once, before walking away, a satisfied sneer on his face.

"Just remember, sir," Charon calls out to him, making his stop in his tracks, "that no business may be conducted on Continental grounds."

"Hmm."

After a moment, you move to stand beside Charon.

"So, sir, what was that all about?"

He turns his head towards you fondly. "I'm sure you've heard of Marquis Vincent de Gramont."

"Well, I've heard that he comes across as a pompous ass, if that's what you mean."

Charon simply raises his eyebrows at you, already accustomed to your blunt, sarcastic manner of speaking. "Well, he will be staying with us for a couple of days, as he has some... business to deal with."

"I won't even ask."

He moves to stand in front of you, finding your eyes. "Dear child, might I suggest steering clear of the Marquis and his associates whilst he is in residence with us here? It would simply be for the best. His reputation does preceed him."

You can't help but smile at Charon's nickname for you, one that heralds back to when your family first moved across the hall from him in one of the High Table sponsored apartment buildings in downtown Manhattan.

You had been only 12, but you were already well aware of your father's line of work. One that required him to be away on business to faraway cities each month, and caused him to rub elbows with the dregs of the underworld.

Not all of them were bad though. You grew fond of some of his associates, namely Charon, of course. And the one they called the Baba Yaga, but to you he was just Johnny.

John Wick hated the name, but he liked you, so the name stayed. Him and his then wife somehow became your second set of parents, with your dad never around and your mother usually drowning in her fancy liquor.

More than a decade later, your father met his end on one of his jobs. One that was only supposed to be "quick and easy". He promised he would be back to you in no time, with a box of your favourite chocolates from Paris.

But he never came. And neither did the fucking chocolates, which truthfully, you now hated. Your father lost his life in that city, so you grew to loathe everything about it.

And now comes the Marquis, the man practically in charge of all of Paris. Not to the public eye, of course.

If Charon asks you to steer clear of him, it must be for good reason.

But you've never been good at following orders. Or staying out of trouble. Or keeping your mouth shut.

"Whoever this Marquis is, I can handle him," you say determinedly. "I'll just act normal, do my job, go about business as usual."

Charon takes a deep breath, resigning himself. "Very well. Just try not to catch his eye." A tenant raises her hand, demanding his attention, so he starts to head her way.

"You know me," you call after him, an impish grin on your face. "I'm only a shadow."

The Marquis de Gramont stands in the ornate lobby of the Continental, surrounded by his posse. Clad in an impeccable three-piece cream suit, his hair perfectly coiffed, his polished shoes gleaming to the naked eye.

He is never beating those pompous ass allegations. You can't help but smirk from your post behind the concierge desk.

You look down briefly, smoothing out invisible creases on your black button-up shirt. Don't laugh. You roll out your shoulders. Compose yourself.

Winston and Charon had greeted his entourage upon entering, and they've been hashing out the details of his stay for the last minute or two. Apparently, the Marquis has some very specific demands. Of course he does.

Those in the group exchange some final words, nodding to each other, seemingly satisfied. Charon raises his arm, directing the Marquis. "Right this way, if you please."

Hands on his hips, the Marquis makes his way over to the private elevator. Which only means that he will have to pass by your post.

You try to keep your head down, as a practiced sign of cordiality. Also, so that you don't let out an impromptu sneer. But you can't help it. Right when he passes by, you raise your head.

And he is already looking straight at you.

The corner of his lips is in a downturn, as if he is judging you where you stand. Pompous prick.

You don't let it faze you. "Welcome to the Continental. We hope you enjoy your stay," you greet him, eyes not leaving his in some sort of defiance.

"Hmm." He walks by, slowly, and you only want to urge him on. But just when he is clear of the reception desk, he turns on his heel.

"What is your name?" He asks, a perfect brow raised in anticipation.

You answer him, keeping your voice steady. You've learned a long time ago not to allow men like him the chance to intimidate you.

A momentary pause, before he repeats your name. You want to hate the way he says it, as if he testing it on his tongue, seeing how it tastes.

But hell, that French accent can make anything sound heavenly.

"Is there a problem, monsieur?" Charon has moved to your side, wary of the attention from the marquis.

Marquis de Gramont barely acknowledges Charon with a sideways glance, before looking back to you. "Non, no problem at all."

He finally walks away. But of course, of course he has to drive a chill up your spine as he calls over his shoulder, "Have her come up to me in twenty minutes."

You grit your teeth in an attempt to maintain cordiality. "Excuse me, sir?" He could have at least addressed me himself.

Nothing. He doesn't even look back at you as he enters the elevator, head dipped in hushed whispers to his security team.

"So much for your being 'only a shadow', hmm?" Charon echoes your sentiment, which has just been apparently disproven.

Winston draws closer, worried look on his face as he says, "Quite a conundrum, dear one. I'm considering sending someone else in your place, however, he did ask for you markedly."

Your stomach churned. "Maybe he just needs some attending? Room service? Basic cleanup? I don't know..." Basic cleanup being clearing the blood of the surfaces of his penthouse, especially after he deals with the man the establishment had caught and presented to him.

Deals with. But not kill. Never that. Not whilst on Continental grounds, that is.

Winston responds, "Perhaps so. I trust that you will handle it? I know you can, child."

You straighten yourself. "Of course I can. He's just some overgrown French brat."

But what the fuck does he want?

"If anything," Winston adds calmly, "and worst comes to worst, your dear Uncle Johnny would surely be happy to lend a hand."

Of course he will. Feeling much lighter, you shoot a smile at Charon and Winston, before returning to your post behind the desk.

18 more minutes.

The Marquis stays in the biggest penthouse of the Continental. The most exclusive part of the property, made even more opulent per his request.

New pieces of artwork are hung on the walls, requested from some New York Baron's private collection. Not that he had a choice.

The man - the traitor - known as Laurent had been staying at the Continental in the week prior, stupidly believing that he is free of the Marquis.

It only took one phone call, and of course, Winston had to relent. They kept Laurent in one of their best suites, lulling him into a false sense of security, all while preparing for the Marquis' arrival.

Then Laurent's room was filled with nitrous oxide, and he was tied up and taken to the Marquis' penthouse.

Laurent sits in a lone wooden chair, nearly unconscious in the middle of the drawing room as you enter, a gash of deep red on his temple.

Chidi sits directly in front of him, seemingly carrying out the interrogation. His superior, on the other hand, lazily sits on the plush couch on the far side of the room. Looking as if he'd rather be anywhere but here. As if there isn't a man being tortured right in front of his eyes.

One of his men announces your arrival, but you sense the Marquis has already noticed your presence.

You clear your throat. "You asked for me, sir?"

"Mmm," he hums, and tilts his head. "Tell me, what was so funny?"

"I'm sorry?"

"When you first saw me in the lobby," he stands, stalking over to you, "you smirked. I wish to know what it was that brought you to react in such a manner."

This is why he asked for me? Because I smirked? Oh, for fuck's -

He steps forward, closer. "Cat got your tongue?"

"No, sir, I... I must admit, I don't quite remember what you speak of. I smirk to myself all the time. I've got plenty of inside jokes and all that."

"To yourself?"

"Yes."

"Are you... well in the head?" He twirls his fingers beside his temple. The bastard.

"Yes, Marquis." You take a deep breath, but you can't help yourself. "But I assure you I'm just as demented as you are."

A gloom falls over his face, and you sense his security team tense up. Preparing for him to say the word.

Your eyes trail around the room, and continue, "And everyone else in this world of ours."

The Marquis stares at you. Half-indignant, and dare you think it, half-amused.

His lips twitch, fighting back a smirk of his own, and his eyes rake your figure. From your uniform shoes to your hands to your lips. Then back to your gaze.

"Fair point." He shrugs, and the room settles once again. His men look away from the pair of you.

He turns, beckoning you to follow. A few feet in front of Laurent, he asks, "What do you make of this?"

Of this? You mean of him? The way the Marquis speaks, as if Laurent is merely a thing to be dealt with and not a person, bothers you. But such is the way of your world.

"Laurent Castillon. French-Italian sommelier. If I understand correctly, he cheated you out of what would have been successful dinner plans."

Sommelier, an arms dealer. Dinner plans, whatever you can concoct with the use of guns. You're more than accustomed to the language, having picked it up over the years.

"Excellent." The Marquis clasps his hands, pleased. "Now, what do you make of this? What would you do, if you were in my shoes?"

He is testing you, prodding you on. Seeing if you would curl back in your shell or flinch.

Is there a wrong answer here, or is this all just some game?

"I would set things right, I suppose."

"You suppose?" He repeats, dissatisfied. "We don't deal in half measures."

"I would - ," you look him directly in his eyes, "I would make him pay."

Something sparks in Marquis de Gramont's eyes. Recognition? Appreciation? Excitement?

"Won't that be a waste?" He takes a step closer, eliminating the space between you.

Stand your ground.

You shrug, "Such is life."

He smiles, "Indeed, petit moineau."

In a flash, without breaking your gaze, he takes a handgun from the inner lining of his jacket and shoots Laurent in the knee. He keels over, screaming.

The familiar sound rings in your ears, making you dig your nails in the flesh of your palm.

The Marquis does not even flinch, does not even look at Laurent who is writhing on the floor in pain.

"And what now?" He rubs an eyebrow with his thumb, still holding his gun carelessly with that hand.

"That depends." What the fuck did he call me? Moineau? "How gracious do you feel tonight?"

"Why?"

"Well," you say carefully, knowing the wrong word might set him off, "you could let the fool go. You've already taught him a lesson."

A long, torturous pause. He does not seem to like that suggestion.

"Take him away." He gives a sudden order, and all his men rush to obey. Seconds pass, and Laurent is out of your sight. Only Chidi and two other men are left hovering in the corner.

"Leave us," the Marquis finally says. Well, shit.

The door shuts behind the men, and you are left alone, with one of the most notorious men in the city. Perhaps the world.

"What's going to happen to him?" You find yourself asking, to fill the silence and also because you're genuinely curious.

He looks at you in confusion, as if the answer is the most obvious thing. "He dies, of course."

You swallow, a picture of forced composure. "Of course."

He rolls his eyes. "Sure, not here on the Continental and all that nonsense. But it does not matter. He dies anyway."

He dies. He says that so easily, like a life means nothing. It probably means nothing to him. Your father would probably have only been another life to spend, just another one in the roster, in his eyes.

"I hope you aren't busy," he says, walking to the other room.

"What did you have in mind?" Why can't he just send me away already?

"We shall dine together. I could use the company."

You grumble under your breath, "So much for being a shadow."

"Pardon?" He asks, just before reaching the archway to the dining room.

"I said, it would be my pleasure."

"Hmm."

Two can play at this game, Marquis.

And even more to come - taglist open!

Next in moineau...

More Marquis, just as it should be.

My HotD series works are not going to be discontinued. The next part to fire like yours will be up next, but don't hold me to it 🖤😉

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[hanafubukki]

So just a thought that honestly just came to me. So with the OT3 (and kinda an add on from Lilia's child) one day Lilia's kid appears as a teen at the school because they event into the past just like how their mom did once. So now OT3 have to not once take care of the baby but the teen version of them too all while trying to figure out how to send them back to the right time

[Masterlist]

Hello Raven 🌺🌸🌷

I've been in a time traveling mood and thinking about a future kid meeting their parents in the past is always a fave.

I think at this point people will question if traveling to the past is a Unique Magic that is passed down from YN because how? Does it keep happening??? 😂🤣

Of course, everyone can imagine their own fan child for this AU. But for me, I'm going to choose a daughter who looks like YN and has colored streaks in her hair to represent her papas. 🥰

I'm going to tweak your ask a little so YN isn't pregnant while attending NRC. Basically, their teen daughter visits the past while everyone is at NRC.

Summary: Your future daughter visits you.

You should have been used to this. Ever since you came to Twisted Wonderland, life has never been normal for you.

Beating blots, traveling to the past and returning, changing time and so much more should have had you prepared for this.

This though? You never expected to meet your daughter form the future. And she was your daughter, she looked just like you barring the fangs and slit fae eyes.

It was moments like these where you were grateful for the life and love you have. Moments like these that made you look forward to the future.

You can tell the others felt the same way.

Your daughter was definitely her fathers' daughter and her brothers’ sister.

She would attract animals to her just as Silver would, a constant companion was a bat on her shoulder.

She would talk to Malleus about her hobbies and listen to his.

She would silently come up behind Sebek and scare him any chance she got, always dancing away and gigging when he reacted.

Her demeanor reminded you of Dawn's at times, the gentle and yet calculative gaze and the fond expression when she looked at her family.

Her cooking...well, she and Lilia was banned from the kitchen especially when together. Both of them tried to protest but one look from you had them quiet.

Her skill in combat was a feat. You could see a combination of both Dawn's and Lilia's techniques.

You were able to see her in action one day when coming back home from shopping. A few people, there always were, tried to cause you both trouble.

The fools did not leave when told.

"Was that a threat?"

They really had the audacity to ask such a question?

"Oh my~ Did it sound like a compliment?"

You covered your laugh.

Yes, she was definitely your daughter.

When your daughter returned home, it felt as if someone was missing in your family.

Everyone felt it.

You all knew though, this goodbye was temporary. You all will see her again.

See you soon, my daughter.

Ahhhh I'm in my OT3 feels, I love them so much 💚🥰🥹

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[bitterpotionn]

Johnny Slaughter Headcanons - Daddy's Girl

I had to get this out there. It's gonna be longer than my usual headcanons because I have a lot of opinions on this topic. I will most likely expand on this dynamic in the future and maybe create a full-length fic about it. Johnny as a daddy does something to me...

Warnings: Johnny isn't a great father, unhealthy dynamics, implied daddy issues

Due to Johnny being Johnny, you most likely got pregnant under not ideal circumstances. Johnny wouldn't intentionally cause a pregnancy if you two were casually dating, but as we all know; You can't just casually date Johnny for long. Soon, you'll be under his control entirely.

Getting you pregnant is purely a control tactic for Johnny. It keeps you grounded with him. You can't just leave with his baby, no you're staying with him for good now.

Johnny likes the idea of pregnancy more than the actual process. I don't think Johnny is all too fond of children anyway. He likes seeing you big and helpless. You would rely on him for everything and that would make him ecstatic.

During the bulk of your pregnancy he would keep you away from most of the family. He doesn't like you around them normally. So if you're carrying his child, you're off limits to them entirely. Except for Nancy of course.

Nancy is excited, to say the least. She always wanted grandbabies and is happy that Johnny is finally stepping up and "settling down" (as much as he can after all). She would be almost overbearing in her involvement. From sewing your maternity clothes to helping you set up a small nursery in the camper Johnny and you shared. She would constantly be nagging Johnny about how he needs to get a real home for his family, criticizing him for letting you stay couped up in that small camper.

Johnny would appreciate the help from Nancy. Because he's still a busy man and he can't babysit you all day.

We all know that Johnny is scummy, and this won't change just because you're pregnant. He might be a little more lenient with you but his behavior will be relatively the same. He'd still have his violent outbursts. Cursing you and the "damn kid" in your stomach for being a pain in his ass and too much trouble.

Johnny would feel extra guilty after chewing you out though, his angry eyes would snap to your swollen stomach and his heart felt like it was getting squeezed. He would mutter a pathetic apology hours later when you're half asleep and laying in bed, his strong hands resting firmly on your stomach.

You better be careful to regulate your pregnancy-related mood swings because Johnny doesn't tolerate disrespect from you. He will put up with the food cravings and the neediness but not the disrespect. He's not above locking you in the camper for a day or two by yourself to "learn your lesson."

You were sitting at the small table in the camper. Pregnancy magazines and catalogs were scattered around you. You spent most of your time flipping through these catalogs and reading the books Nancy provided for you. You were eager to learn and absorb as much information as you could, after all, you were going to be handling this mostly alone.

You heard some movement outside, loud footsteps approaching the camper. Without much warning, the creaky door of the camper opened, revealing Johnny. He'd been gone most of the day, doing god knows what. You stopped asking questions a long time ago. His eyes shifted over to you then the magazines and books strewn out on the table. He sauntered over and picked one up, "The Complete Book of Pregnancy." His eyes scanned over the cover.

"Looks interestin'" he teased, flashing her a sarcastic smirk. She pouted and laid her hands on her swollen stomach. "Well I gotta be prepared don't I? Nancy gave me some books from the library to read up on" she explained, trying to shuffle the loose magazines and books in a neat pile. He set the book down and leaned down, both of his hands held her stomach as he gave it a kiss. "She will be fine. She's gonna be strong like her daddy," he said referring to the baby. You noted how he already gendered the baby, despite neither of them knowing yet.

He stood up straight and stretched out his arms. "Why don't we go on a walk, mama said it's important for you to get your exercise." he didn't give her much time to respond as he grabbed her hand, helping you up from your seated position. You let out a small groan as she looked up at him. "Johnny, I dunno, my legs hurt and I don't want-" He shot her a look. You knew that look. It was a warning look. You quickly stopped speaking and just nodded. "Okay," you gave him a weak smile. "That's what I thought," he said as he led you outside.

Johnny is a girl-dad. No arguments, no if and or butts about it. He's a girl-dad. It's canon (I've decided). "Boys are trouble" he would say, shaking his head with a disapproving look. He "knew how boys were" he would explain to you. However, you knew that wasn't true. He knew how he was. The terrible things he did to women.

Overprotective as shit. We all know those stereotypical "no dating until you're in your 50's" dads. Well, he'd be one of them.

While he wouldn't be too active in her life, he would try. His temper would get the better of him a lot of the time and I think she'd grow to kind of resent him. He wouldn't know what to do with her, sometimes he felt a disconnect because, after all, she was just an extension of him. His property. His baby. He would find it hard to consider her, her own individual person this would only worsen as she grew up.

When she's younger he would dote on her and keep her close. Going on walks with her and showing her how to do small things around the farm. "She has to pull her weight around here."

Most of the time though, you'd be the one solely taking care of her. He wouldn't be around for most of her firsts.

I think Johnny would be in for a big slap in the face as she turned into an adult. Especially when she's a late teenager/early 20s. He could see how young and full of life she was. It would make him think back to all the women he has brutally killed who were around her age too. It would make him sick, he could barely look at her sometimes. The thought of someone doing that to her made him furious.

They would definitely butt heads as she grew as well. Constant arguments and disagreements on how she chose to do things or live her life. She would also grow to see the effects of his abuse on you and it would make her furious. She would be confrontational and wouldn't take his shit. She most likely would leave as soon as she could, only keeping in contact with you.

Johnny would regret how things went with her. He'd miss her and wish she talked to him more. He isn't blind, he knew why she shut him out and part of him didn't blame her for doing so.

"Look at my perfect girl" he cooed as he held her. About a year passed since you had your home birth. She was a healthy baby and full of energy. Nancy and the family always told you she looked like you. But you thought she looked a lot like Johnny. She had the same thick brown hair and same dark piercing eyes.

You and Johnny made it a habit to take her on walks in the sunflower fields, letting her small hands play with the bright yellow petals. Johnny swayed back in forth as he watched her carefully pick the petals off one by one. You stood beside him, admiring how calm he looked, how content. You knew it was just temporary, his good moods always were.

She started to fuss a bit as she ran out of petals to pick. She flapped her hands around trying to signal Johnny to move on to the next flower. He let out a small chuckle as he shuffled to the side, letting her reach another.

-

The property was getting dark as the two of you walked back to the camper, she was fast asleep by now, laying her head on Johnny's chest as she slept soundly. Her little hands gripped some of his shirt. He was quiet as the two of you walked. His face was stoic and expressionless like he was thinking about something. The two of you silently entered. He laid her down in her make-shift crib (courtesy of Nancy).

You watched as he just stared at her for a bit, his eyebrows furrowed. He let out a small sigh as he leaned back, his eyes flicking over to you. "Why don't you head to bed, I'm goin' out" You gave him a puzzled look as your eyes shifted to the analog clock on the wall, 8:30pm. "It's late, Johnny." your voice was meek.

"I know, I don't wanna be couped up in here all night" he snapped shooting a glare at you. You just stared at him his outburst didn't surprise you, after all you were used to them by now. You theorized that after a while, Johnny would get tired of how domestic everything was. Like he needed to do something, anything to fuck it up. You knew what he was going to do when he left. He was a creature of habit at the end of the day.

He leaned down one more time and gave his baby a kiss on the forehead, running his large hand over her small amount of hair. He stood up fully and glared back down at you. Sometimes you felt like he was angry at you, for tying him down like this (despite the fact that it was his doing). You, you were expendable, replaceable. But she wasn't. That was his baby, his flesh and blood and at the end of the day, he was always tied to her in some way. He thought getting you pregnant would make you tied down but as it turns out; it tied him right down with you.

He could go out and do the things he was used to. Inflict pain and torture whoever he wanted to. Yet, every time he came home he was faced with her, his baby. He swore that sometimes she would know, know what he did, and yet, she looked at him with no malice, no underlying hatred. He knew that you hated him, he could see it in your eyes but she didn't. She was his little girl, the one person in the world that didn't despise him or judge him for what he's done. He couldn't handle that, it became too much sometimes. He needed to get out, just leave for a couple of days.

He grabbed a couple of things from a drawer before exiting the camper, not sparing you a second glance. You just stood there for a while, taking in the silence that swept over the camper. You heard the loud rumble of his truck as it drove off the property. You didn't know when you would see him again.

You made your way to the crib and leaned down, scooping her gently in your arms. "You can sleep with me tonight honey" you mumbled. Softly giving her a kiss on the forehead as you made your way to the bed. You let out a sigh of relief as your back hit the bed, all the exhaustion throughout the day had finally caught up to you. You snuggled close to her. Sometimes you wish this was just how it was. Johnny wasn't around and it was just you two, together, facing the world. You could dream, right?

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[imthebadguyyy]

Lay All Your Love On Me

pairing - charles leclerc x reader

fandom - f1

synopsis - a look back into your relationship pt i pt ii

a/n - inspired by my obsession with the mamma mia soundtrack, enjoy!

"i want to tell y/n that i love her"

while the statement had been easy enough to make, charles hadn't really figured out exactly how he planned to tell you, his best friend, his closest friend, his confidante, and the love of his life that, well, he was so head over heels for you the whole world seemed upside down.

he also hasn't anticipated the reaction he received from his family. his mother of course, was overjoyed that her son was finally telling her unofficial daughter that he loved her. but the person who was the most excited of all was of course, arthur.

when charles told carla and him that he was going to tell you he loved you, arthur let out the loudest whoop he had ever managed to vocally produce in his life.

"FINALLY MON FRERE!" he exclaimed, startling carla, who was just as excited. "mon dieu, calme toi" my god, calm down charles said, suppressing a laugh at his brother's antics.

"how can i calm down?!?! ive been waiting for this day since I was thirteen and realized I wanted y/n to officially be in our family and ever since you have been pining over her like a puppy I am allowed to be excited!!" he shouted, now doing a strange version of the rumba around the yacht.

all the commotion he was causing caught lorenzo's attention, who strolled out with a drink in his hand and charlotte by his side, who had been rudely awoken from her nap by arthur's over enthusiastic celebrations.

"arthur, pourquoi cries-tu?" arthur, why are you shouting? enzo asked, leaning against the railing. "yes arthur, some of us are trying to sleep" charlotte laughed, leaning against the railing as well.

"well, dear enzo, it seems that notre chere frere is finally confessing his undying love and affection for our favourite person" our darling brother arthur smiled widely.

"non, c'est vrai?" no, is this true? enzo asked, genuinely surprised.

"oui" charles smiled, blushing slightly at all the excitement. he hadn't expected the delightful swarm of butterflies fluttering from his heart to his tummy, plunging into the depths of his soul, as he thought of you and the possibility of finally confessing his love for you.

"well that's amazing! it's about time too" charlotte joked with a laugh. "i agree charles, it's been so long that you like her" enzo smiled, clapping his brother on the back.

"isn't this so exciting? now y/n can finally offically be the third sister in our trio!" carla exclaimed excitedly, already making a billion plans on how the three of you would bond. she already shared a very close bond with charlotte, and had always held a soft spot for you.

charlotte also was very fond of you, and pascale had once joked that charlotte was your big sister and you were carla's. she has secretly hoped to see all three of you as her daughter in law's one day, and finally, she thought her dream was one step closer to becoming a reality.

"so how are you going to tell her?" arthur asked, crossing his arms, deep in thought.

"i think i know exactly how, but i need your help in convincing her to join me. she's been distant... and i don't know if she'll want to see me at all" he admitted.

"of course she will, she loves you so much" enzo said, having picked up on your affection for his brother at an early age. enzo had also secretly hoped that you and charles would get together years ago, having seen the both of you joined at the hip since you were six.

but he would be lying if he said he didn't feel a hint of protectiveness towards you. after your father had passed, you had turned to enzo as a leading figure in your life, and he had stuck with you through thick and thin. as much as lorenzo loved his brother, he also knew his dating history wasn't the prettiest.

so it only seemed natural that once the excitement had died down in the slightest, he took charles aside for a talk.

"charles, i'm very happy that you've decided to take this decision, truly i am-" he started, but charles cut him off.

"je sais ce que tu es sur le point de dire, que je n'ai pas la meilleure histoire en matière de rencontres avec des femmes et que je ne suis pas vraiment un très bon petit ami. mais enzo, je te promets que je ne pourrais jamais lui faire de mal, jamais. je regrette sincèrement toutes les erreurs que j'ai commises, et je ne peux pas imaginer ma vie sans y/n à mes côtés, non seulement en tant qu'amie, mais en tant qu'amoureuse et partenaire pour la vie, si elle veut bien" i know what you're about to say, that I don't have the best history with dating women and that I am not exactly a very good boyfriend. But enzo, i promise that i could never ever hurt her. i truly regret all the mistakes I've made, and i can't imagine my life without y/n by my side, not just as a friend, but as my lover and partner for life, if she'll have me. I swear i try my hardest to be the best I can for her, always" charles said, emotion brimming deep in his eyes.

lorenzo took a second to respond, pondering over his brother's words thoughtfully.

"je te fais confiance. elle mérite le meilleur dans la vie, charles. elle a traversé des moments difficiles et a passé de nombreuses années à cacher ses sentiments pour toi. je l'aime profondément, et elle est tout aussi importante pour moi que tu l'es. j'ai besoin de savoir que tu ne lui feras pas de mal, car je refuse de la voir souffrir à nouveau, d'accord ? mais je sais que tu es un homme bien, le meilleur frère que je puisse avoir. alors, fonce. mais s'il te plaît, pour son bien, sois le charles que nous connaissons."

i trust you. she deserves the very best in life, charles. She has been through tough times, and has spent many years hiding her feelings from you. i love her greatly and she is just as important to me as you are. i need to know that you won't hurt her because i refuse to see her in pain again, okay? but i know you're a good man, and the best brother i could ask for. So go for it. But please, for her sake, be the charles we know"

charles nodded, understanding reaching out to pull his brother into a hug.

"je l'aime. et je ne te décevrai pas non plus." i love her. and i won't let you down either, charles murmured, and lorenzo clapped him on the back again. "i know. you deserve happiness, the both of you" he said, and with another quick hug, he left charles with his thoughts on the boat.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

unbeknownst to charles, you were still stuck in a state of misery, believing your best friend, who was incidentally the man you were hopelessly in love with, was never going to love you back.

the harsh reality of that thought had been best expressed in the studio, and you found yourself writing song after song about unrequited love, and about the pains of falling in love with your best friend.

jack antonoff relaxed in his chair, stretching after almost six hours straight of recording and producing your latest heartbreak melody. you were forever grateful for him, and his endless patience with your indecisiveness and emotions.

he had been so understanding about your emotional dilemmas, spending many a wine drunk evening listening to you ramble and helping you convert it into beautiful songs that had you in tears.

"i think we should definitely release this one" you mused, headphones on and listening to the song you had just finished recording.

"i think we should record all 142 songs we've made but yes, this one is...something special" he admitted.

"but is it too obvious? is it too vulnerable? am i leaving the door open to criticism and hate and negative reviews? it's nothing like what we usually make but it's.. it's something I need to share" you admitted, half to jack and half to yourself.

"look, you are at the height of your career and your music has been nothing short of phenomenal. of course people will comment, of course you're being vulnerable, but isn't that what we do? isn't that why we write music? isnt it because we need a healthy outlet for our emotions, so you can express yourself?" he asked sincerely, and you found yourself nodding.

"yes..." the hesitation was still there. vulnerability didn't exactly stem from the music, but rather, from the fear of what charles would think. surely he would connect the dots and realise it was about him? surely he would notice that his best friend was singing soft croonings about her undying love for him, and how badly she longed for him? surely so many years of friendship meant he had a passageway into her mind and heart? surely, right?

"my father once told me 'the fear of vulnerability is a fortress we build to shield our hearts from the unknown', you told jack, eyes looking beyond him to the view of the blue sea out the window, "and i think that's why i feel this... nervousness. ive spent almost a decade being in love with my best friend, and putting out a song like this? people will speculate. i don't want to ruin his life..." you trailed off, insecurity seeping into your tone.

"i understand. but you're not ruining his career. yes, people can speculate but you don't need to confirm or deny those speculations. the media can be cruel y/n. we know that. but we don't stop that from doing what we do best" he said, and you nodded.

"okay. next week" you said.

"thats soon" jack said, adding the finishing touches to the song.

"one day or day one" you said, standing up to make the call to your team.

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user12 : oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god

user 13 : MAAM YOU CANNOT KEEP DROPPING BEAUTIFUL SURPRISE SINGLES AND EXPECT US TO BE OKAY 😭😭

user 77 : her voice, the piano, the high notes, the production - jack and y/n are the most elite singer producer combo ever

user22 : idk why but i get the sense this song is about charles? i mean "i heard that you've settled down" i mean he isn't married but she's clearly insinuating a relationship that she wishes she had with someone she loves and is close with... and who is her best friend..it's charles leclerc... "old friend" seems so fitting

-user23 - you're delulu (i believe you)

-user16 - let THEM COOK

user23 : she looks STUNNING

user65 : why does she look like a GODDESS and an ANGEL

lilymunihe : crying in a walmart parking lot because you're voice is a wonder you are a wonder your skills are a wonder and i love everything about this and u

-@yourinstagram : 🥺 lily i love you. thank you for being such a wonderful friend. forever by your side.

kika.gomes : baby u are a wonder. your voice has me mesmerized. i love u so much. forever in awe of u and your wondrous talent 💗

-@yourinstagram : kika i love u so much 🥺💗 thank you for always supporting me. love u to the moon and back. please come and visit soon!!

-kika.gomes : on my way

-lilymunihe : wait me too omg lemme book a flight

-carmenmundt : alright me as well

-user40 : not all the wags being best friend with y/n 😭😭

carla.brocker : oh y/n this is so beautiful... i'm so proud to call you my friend 🥺 je t'aime 🫶🏼

-@yourinstagram : je t'aime carla 🩷

arthurleclerc - so proud of you, grande soeur, love the song 🩷

-@yourinstagram : love u thur.

charlesleclerc : magnifique, ma belle.

-@yourinstagram : merci charles 🥰

-user12 : usually she's.... much more enthusiastic about his comments

-user44 : babes if i wrote a song about my best friend and he was dense enough to not know and congratulate me id say merci too smh

-user30 : a charlesyn interaction after so long im so happy 😭

leclercpascale - tu es quelque chose de spécial, mon chéri. je t'aime toujours ❤️ you are something special my darling, love you always

-@yourinstagram - merci maman 🥺💗 tu es mon plus grand soutien, j'espère te voir bientôt you are my greatest supporter, i hope to see you soon

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charles had been with joris and andrea when he had opened instagram to see your post.

"y/n's released a new song" he said, and joris quirked an eyebrow. "right now?" he asked, settling into charles' plush couch, flicking through to open apple music on the tv.

"yes, it's called someone like you. play it please" charles said, pulling a bowl of watermelon closer to the table.

the only sounds in the room were the munching of the watermelon and joris clicking the remote when charles picked up his phone, ready to send you a text after listening to your song.

the opening notes of the piano filled the room, bringing a soft smile to his face as a favourite memory creeped up into his thoughts.

you were sitting on the piano still, fingers playing random keys as you figured it out. at the age of 8, you had decided you wanted to be a singer and wanted to learn all the instruments you could. you were already playing guitar that you're dad was teaching you, but your fascination with the piano has always remained.

"charles i can't do this" you whined, throwing you head back, sighing at your best friend who was flipping through a safety guidebook for karting.

why not, you're smarter than i am" he said, earning a giggle from you. "you're smart too charlie" "alright alright, ive seen arthur play, let us try and figure it out"

hours later, herve and pascale returned home to find you and charles deeply engrossed in figuring out chords, trying to sing along to la vie on rose by edith piaf. the both of you had your tongues stuck out in concentration, working together to figure it out.

it brought a smile to their faces, knowing you'd always have each others support.

as charles registered the sound of your voice floating in, he closed his eyes, leaning back to enjoy the music, before he was whacked with a cushion.

"idiot, écoutes-tu correctement la chanson ?" idiot, are you listening to the song properly? joris asked, having caught on to the meaning before charles.

"yes, i am" charles said, rubbing his head in confusion.

"lei sta cantando di te." she's singing about you, andrea said, shaking his head at charles' slow reaction.

"qui?" charles asked, taken aback.

I heard that you're settled down

That you found a girl and you're married now

I heard that your dreams came true

Guess she gave you things, I didn't give to you....

Never mind, I'll find someone like you

I wish nothing but the best for you, too

"Don't forget me, " I beg

I remember you said

"Sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead"

"Sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead"

"she's clearly talking about you! cmon charles, we all know you've both been head over heels for each other since we were kids. and look, it's all there, she even says old friend! how much more proof do you want" joris asked, exasperated.

"but-but- what does she mean by nevermind? i was going to tell her.." charles trailed off.

"then tell her soon, charlito, before she tries to move on. you deserve to tell her your feelings because she likes you too" andrea said, the usually quiet man genuinely cared about you as well, and knew of charles deep love for you.

"you're right. ill call her over tonight" charles said, nervous springing to life in every part of his body.

the anticipation grew as he realized that their connection could shift that very evening taking on a new dimension.

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charles rushed to send you a text, at the same time he set about setting the yacht up. he had decided to sail the both of you to the cove you discovered as children, to enjoy a dinner of carbonara and red wine, which had been a favourite for the two of you. he made sure the yacht was stocked with bottles of wine and champagne, and even got the ferrari team chef to cook for the both of you.

he set about setting the table just right, with candles and roses and his finest crockery and cutlery. he set the flowers on the table and glanced over at the bouquet he had for you, along with the present he intended to give you later.

he had also taken the time to curate a spotify playlist for the both of you, that was already playing softly in the background.

he'd be lying if he said he wasn't nervous. in fact he hadn't felt this nervous since his first ever f1 race.

the nerves before telling someone you love them felt like a symphony of butterflies fluttering within his chest, a captivating mix of excitement and trepidation. his heart races, and every word he'd rehearsed a hundred times running laps in his mind.

he opened your chat to read the texts he had sent you, in an attempt to slow down his beating heart.

charlie ❤️ : cherie, je me demandais si tu voudrais me rejoindre ce soir sur le yacht pour dîner. j'avais envie de passer du temps avec toi. i was wondering if you'd join me on the yacht tonight for dinner? I've been wanting to spend time with you

you : tonight? id love to. is there anything happening?

charlie ❤️ : no, just wanted to spend some time with my dearest friend who i haven't seen in forever.

you : sorry, cherie, ive been busy :(

charlie ❤️ : thats alright amour, im just messing around. but is it okay if i ask, are you mad at me?

you : what, no?

charlie ❤️ : it's just...you've seemed a little distant and i can't point out why and i was just wondering if maybe i upset you?

you : oh not at all my sweet boy, ive just been preoccupied, thats all. we'll talk at dinner?

charlie ❤️ : of course cherie. see you then 🩷

you : see you 🩷

charles had blushed at the mention of "my sweet boy" and had also made up his mind to talk to you about whatever was bothering you. but he had a feeling he knew what it was about.

nevertheless, he paced back and forth as the sun began to set, casting the perfect golden hue on his boat. and just as the golden rays bathed monaco, you appeared like an angel, dress fluttering in the wind as you made your way to charles' yacht.

the sight of you took his breath away, hair billowing in the wind, your dress floating too, and the golden hues making you sparkle. you looked ethereal, like an angel descending from the heavens.

his angel.

as you reached closer to the yacht, charles walked up to you, offering you his hand to step in.

you took it with a smile trying not to blush at how handsome he looked. he was wearing a baby blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and black pants. his hair looked tousled from the wind, and his eyes seemed to shimmer with happiness at seeing you. you found yourself unable to suppress your smile, cheeks hurting from the wide smile on your face.

you had to admit, although you were trying to stay away to protect your feelings, you were happiest when you were with him.

"hello cherie. ive missed you" charles was the first to speak, pulling you into a hug.

you lingered in the warmth of his embrace, relishing the warmth of his body and the smell of his cologne. you hoped he wouldn't notice how you were so desperately trying to keep yourself together, to prevent yourself from melting into the man.

charles wasn't able to keep it together either. he buried his face in your hair, inhaling your perfume, which he recognised to be the ysl libre he had got you hooked into. he felt the most comforted and safe in your arms and your embrace, and so the both of you stayed like that for a moment longer, revelling the company of each other.

when you finally broke away, your heartbeats had increased and a giddy happiness has taken over the both of you, as charles led you to the table he had set for the two of you.

"oh wow... charles you didn't have to do all this! it isn't even my birthday" you laughed, taken aback at the sweet gesture.

"i just wanted to spoil my favourite girl a little" he said, throwing you a wink that had your cheeks heating up and your heart fluttering in your chest.

"well i won't say no to that" you giggled, and then laughed as he pulled your chairs for you.

"oh my what a gentleman. who would believe you once tipped me in class for trying to take your seat" you said, throwing him a smirk.

"hey i didn't trip you, your foot was just in the way" he chided, grinning at you.

"mmhm, for sure. what about the time you dumped red paint on my hair because you were upset i 'stole' thur from you? or the time you put gum in my hair? or the time you coloured over my poster of queen because you were tired of me singing bohemian rhapsody around the house?" you laughed back, watching him bury his face in his hands with a groan.

"cherie please don't remind me of what a terrible child i was" he whined pouring you a glass of wine.

"you were lovely. you just didn't use your brains at time" you smiled, and he rolled his eyes at you.

"you weren't an innocent angel either. what about the time you hid my remote control ferrari because I was giving it more attention than i was giving you?" he said and you squealed with laughter.

"i was a pretty needy friend, i admit" you giggled, and charles chuckled as well.

a comfortable silence settled over the two of you, broken only by charles serving you some carbonara.

the pair of you couldn't stop smiling at each other and you couldn't imagine how strange it would look to a stranger but you didn't care.

"ive missed you a lot" charles admitted after a beat of silence.

"ive missed you a lot as well" you sighed, twirling your pasta onto your fork.

"then why did you go radio silent for a while cherie?" he asked softly, and you noticed the flash of hurt in his eyes.

you sighed, looking beyond his green eyes to the sunset behind you. monaco always looked beautiful in the evening and at nightfall, and you took a moment's respite in the gorgeous colours, before turning back to face your best friend.

"i just needed to get away for a bit charles, focus on my music" you said, partially truthfully.

"but you focused on your music here too mom coeur" he said, unable to hide the sadness in his voice. "was it me? did I do something?" he whispered, not knowing how to tell you he realised what he had done.

"oh no, charles, no you didn't i- i just.. i needed some space and im sorry i didn't tell you I was going to LA" you said, heart breaking as you took his hands in your own.

"no i understand you needing space but I was just surprised you left in a rush, we haven't spoken in so long" charles said, running his thumb over your knuckles.

the anticipation grew, as the both of you looked deep into each other's eyes,silent apologies shared between the two of you.

it was a moment of vulnerability like no other, where the both of you prepared (unbeknownst to the other) to bare your deepest emotions, risking it all for the chance that the other might feel the same way. yet amidst the nervousness, there was a sense of hope, a glimmer of anticipation, because you both know that what you were about to say had the power to change your lives forever.

"i have to-"

"i need to-"

the both of you spoke at once, eliciting giggles from each other.

"you go first" you whispered, keeping your hands interlocked, not wanting to let go.

"okay" charles whispered back, before taking a deep breath.

"y/n, ma cherie, ive carried these feelings for you like a secret treasure, buried deep within the chambers of my heart. today, i have managed to find the courage to unearth them, to let them shine as brightly as the stars that have witnessed our shared moments. you've been the compass of my life, guiding me through storms and sunshine, and in the quiet spaces between our laughter and shared dreams, my affection for you has grown into something I can no longer contain.

it's not merely friendship that binds us, but a love that transcends boundaries. your smile brightens my darkest days, and your laughter is a melody that dances through my soul. your kindness and understanding have been the pillars of my strength, and your presence, a soothing balm to my every wound. with each passing day, my love for you has deepened, filling every corner of my being.

ive hesitated for so long, fearing that these words would jeopardize the beautiful connection we share. but, ma cherie, i cannot deny what my heart knows is true.

i love you.

not just as a friend, but with a love that defies definition, a love that cherishes your essence, your flaws, and your dreams. i want to be more than a friend. i want to be the one who holds your hand through life's journey, the one who shares your triumphs and cradles your sorrows.

i know this is a lot to take in, and i understand if it brings uncertainty or fear, because i have felt the weight of those emotions. but amour, i don't want keep this truth hidden. love is too precious to conceal. whether you choose to embrace it or not, know that my love for you is unwavering, and no matter what you feel, I'm telling you that ill always be there. I've known you since we were children, scraping our knees and colouring with each other, to teenagers with dreams we shared and hopes we talked about to adults who are still the best of friends.

it would be an honour if you reciprocated these feelings mon amour, and im sorry if this is too much. but i love you. and i had to let you know" charles concluded, drawing a deep breath at the end of his long confession.

you felt shock seeping through every bone in your body, but a warm shock that lit up your soul and made you feel like you were floating. tears rose to your eyes, glimmering and glistening, dripping softly down and charles moved to wipe them away softly.

"oh charles, you don't know how long I've waited to hear you say those words. ive loved you for as long as I can remember and I love you, i love you so much. ive always known that what I feel for you is more than just friendship.

the words you've spoken, the feelings you've unveiled, they've stirred the deepest corners of my soul. In the tapestry of our friendship, ive discovered a love that has blossomed silently, mirroring the beauty of the most delicate of flowers, unnoticed until it's in full bloom. it is not just my heart but my very essence that loves you and I'm so thrilled by your confession my love.

your smile, the warmth of your laughter, the strength of your kindness—these have been the foundation of my happiness for so long. and now, i can finally tell you that my heart has danced to the same tune all along. all those years of pining have finally come to fruition and im so glad you told me this. i had to go away because i couldn't bear to see you with someone else, and as selfish as it sounds, i needed an escape otherwise i would have gone raving mad.

i love you charles. id want nothing more than for us to have future together. i love you more than i can put into words" you confessed, tears streaming down your face as you regarded the man in front of you.

charles too, had tears in his eyes, and the utmost love and adoration in his eyes. never had he ever looked at you like that before, as if you were the sun moon and the stars.

"je t'aime cherie, je t'aime" he whispered, pulling your knuckles to his lips to press a kiss to them.

"je t'aime ma vie" you whispered back, basking in the warmth of the moment.

"papa would be so happy" charles admitted, pushing a stray strand of hair away from your face. "you know, he once told me that he and uncle theo also wished for us to get together. finally their wish came true" he smiled and you felt a new stream of tears run down your cheeks.

"papa told me too, when he was ill, that you and i belong together. mama tells me even today" you said, sniffling softly.

charles moved so he could help you out of your chair, leading you out to the deck.

he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you in close as you let your head drop onto his shoulder.

"can I kiss you?" he whispered, hand reaching up to caress your cheek.

"please" you managed to breathe out, before feeling his soft lips press against yours, just as they had when you shared the salty kiss under the playground slide, but this time it was deeper, more meaningful and full of love.

his hands slipped to your hips, one pulling you in so close you were almost moulded into him, while the other gently caressed your cheek. you let your hand rest on his waist, and the other on his neck, softly pulling him closer.

he deepened the kiss, gently sliding his tongue into your mouth, earning a soft gasp from you as he traced delicate patterns on your back.

the kiss only grew more urgent and charles let his hands wander, frantic to feel you, years of longing piling up and finally spilling out.

when the lack of oxygen made your lungs burn, you finally broke apart panting, still cocooned into each other, chests heaving together.

"ive been wanting to do that for ages" charles panted, pressing soft kisses to your face and forehead, making you giggle when he kissed your nose.

"I've been wanting you to do that for ages too" you said, earning a laugh from him. you settled back down against his shoulder, feeling full of love and ready to burst with how happy you were.

"i love you y/n" he said, sincerity clear in his tone. "i love you too, charles" you whispered, pulling him back down for another kiss.

against the skyline of monaco, you let your eyes close, comforted by the man whose arms you were in, relishing the feeling of being so deeply in love with someone who loved you back with so much passion.

in that moment, love felt like the gentle whisper of two hearts, sharing their secrets beneath the starry canvas of the monaco sky.

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back at pascale's apartment, arthur bounced his foot impatiently, looking out to the window at the sea.

"do you think he's told her yet?" he asked lorenzo, who was patiently reading a book on the couch.

"i don't know arthur i haven't heard anything" he replied, chuckling at his brother's impatience. "why is it taking so long' arthur whined, looking at the clock.

carla rolled her eyes at him, "thur, let them be, they're going to be all romantic and emotional and I'm sure they'll tell you soon" she said just as patiently, earning a smile from pascale.

"I'm sure charles will tell us soon cherie" she told her youngest soon, patting him on the head.

charlotte laughed from the corner, "i don't know whose more excited, charles or arthur" and the room burst into laughter.

"we have all been waiting for this day for ages" lorenzo said, smiling around at everyone.

"your papa and i always knew this day would come, and so did theo and laura. we had hoped they would get together" pascale said softly, a gentle smile on her face.

the group took a moment to reminisce on all the pining they'd had to endure.

the silence in the room was broken by the sound of lorenzo's phone ringing and he picked it up when he saw charles contact.

"salut frère, l'as-tu fait ? lui as-tu dit ?" hello brother, did you do it? did you tell her lorenzo asked and arthur leapt over the couch to hear what charles said next.

"oui" charles smiled, and chuckled when the room descended into chaos.

arthur was whooping, charlotte and carla were offering congratulations and pascale was smiling so brightly, telling her son her congratulations as well. lorenzo laughed and congratulated his brother as well, before telling him they'd give the new couple some time before the entire family descended upon them.

he knew charles would appreciate some time and that y/n would too.

"okay let's go see them and-" arthur began before carla laughed and tutted him.

"amour, laissons-leur de l'espace aujourd'hui, d'accord? nous pouvons aller les féliciter demain." love, let's give the two of them some space today okay? we can go and congratulate them tomorrow

grumbling a little bit still super excited arthur accepted defeat and started bidding goodbye to the family.

one by one they all left, leaving pascale with a bright smile on her face.

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@yourinstgram - only about a decade and a half in the making but finally told the love of life that he's the love of my life. je t'aime ma vie ♥️

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charlesleclerc - i love you, mon cherie, thank you for making me the happiest man alive.

-@yourinstagram - i love you too ma vie. forever yours ❤️

-charleslecerc - forever yours ❤️

user38 : HOLD THE FRONT DOOR WHAT THE FUCK

user87: THIS IS NOT A DRILL I REPEAT THIS IS NOT A DRILL CHARLESY/N NATION RISE

user33 : oh my god oh my god they're finally together im crying MOMMY AND DADDY

-user13: the duality 😭

kika.gomes : so happy for you two!! finally no more pining 🙄 double date soon? ❤️ love u bbg

-@yourintagram - thank you kika, i love u too babes and OMG YES double date

lilymunihe : baby you deserve the whole world and im so happy for u both. love to you always but you're still mine 😘

-@yourinstagram : ofc honey

-charlesleclerc : hey

-alexalbon : hey

-lilymunihe : babe no look away

-pierregasly : alexalbon they always do this bro

pierregasly : congrats you two!! have to celebrate soon!

-@yourinstagram : thank you pierre! bring kika and come over anytime ❤️

sabrinacarpenter - omg babes congratulations! so happy for you two!! 🩷🫶🏼

bellahadid : congratulations beautiful! wishing you happiness always 💜

lewishamilton : congratulations 🩷 knew everything would work out!!

-@yourinstagram : thank you for everything lewis, come and hang out with us soon!! bring roscoe please i miss my little buddy

-lewishamilton : roscoe misses you too

-roscoelovescoco : me loves you y/ns!

-@yourinstagram : 😭❤️ i love you too roscoe

joris.trouche : congratulations mon ami, best to you two always

-@yourinstagram : thank you joris 🩷

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charlesleclerc : mon amour, i have loved you since i knew what the word meant. you are my everything. i love you.

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yourinstagram : je t'aime ♥️ id spend all my lives with you ♥️

user444: the way he looks at her 🥹

user903: lord i see what you have done for others...

user676 : BI PANIC BI PANIC BI PANIC

user38: so glad they're finally together I've been rooting for ages

user45: mama y papa mama y papa

carlossainz : congratulations cabron, you deserve this happiness ❤️

arthurleclerc: so happy to finally have her officially in the family, took you long enough 🙄

-user339 : you tell him arthur

joris.trouche : allez! love to the both of you always ❤️

leclercpascale : felicitations, restez heureux et rendez-vous toujours heureux ♥️

-charlesleclerc : merci maman ♥️

-yourinstagram : merci maman 🥺❤️

scuderiaferrari: ❤️❤️❤️

landonorris : thank God you finally asked her out i was going to do it for you

danielricciardo : glad to see you finally asked her out!!

charlotte2304 : shes amazing, don't hurt her or carla and i will have words with you

-carlabrocker : 💪🏻 🔪

-yourinstagram : 😂😂

ricciardoberetta : martas asking when are we double dating 😂

user344 : new hottest couple in the paddock alert!!

user23 : idk if i wanna be her or him or sandwiched in between

user45 : they ARE the moment!!

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Fearless

synopsis: you're a young na’vi named syulang who comes from a horrible family and because of your terrible childhood you have a crippling fear of heights. living in the omatikaya clan everything you did was up in the air. even your rite of passage was in the air. this was something that was heartbreaking to you because you felt like you would never be seen as one of the people in the eyes of your clan. you hated how your fears consumed you. will your life always be this way?

pairings: neteyam x bestfriend!reader, sully family x daughter/sister!reader, ao’nung x reader if you squint really hard. 

warnings: descriptions of child neglect, fear of heights

word count: 4.5k

a/n: i said i was gonna post this yesterday and i lied. i very much fell asleep editing. 

translations: sa'nu - mom, ite - daughghter, uturu - refuge, sempu - dad, za'u - come, ngaytxoa - sorry.

as a child, your parents weren't the best. they would always leave you out of sight, in the way of danger, with no concern for your safety. nobody in the clan knew of this until one day when your mother and father left you alone again in the forest. they didn't care if you wandered off because you would somehow always end up back home. 

you were three years old, almost four, because your birthday was in a week. your parents left you in the same spot they always did, and you waited just a few minutes after they left before you, yourself, departed from the clearing in the trees. you had grown very fond of going to the river just a few paces away from where you were left. you don't know what it was about the water that entranced you, but once you had found this place the first time, it was the only place you ever went. 

you didn't have friends back in the village because your family was closed off from the rest of the clan. your parents just don't want people to know how they treat you. you may be young, but you know that this isn't how parents are supposed to treat their kids. you know this because you sometimes observe the other families at the communal dinners. that isn't very often, though, because your parents rarely attended communal dinners. 

as you reached your destination, the beautiful river waterfall, you immediately felt serenity upon hearing the rush of the river flow, and the song of nature consumed your surroundings. you would spend most of your time here and then start your journey home just before eclipse, knowing the way back very well now, which is a shame because of how young you are. you spend your time admiring the plants and playing with the fan lizards. although you could get home without any injuries too bad, nothing could have prepared you for the hammerhead titanothere approaching you. 

you hear the huff of its breath behind you, creating a gust of wind that catches your attention. terrified to be faced with an enemy like this and not knowing what to do, you ran away, not seeing the hole in the ground that caused you to lose your footing. of course, with your luck, you fell right off the waterfall's edge. the intensity of the wind from the fall, plus the adrenaline rushing through your body, was overwhelming for your tiny body, so you passed out before you even hit the water below you. 

fortunately for you, there was a family of five playing in the river bend just below the waterfall. it was their mother who had heard the loud splash. curious about what it was, she walked closer to the water, spotting an unconscious na'vi child floating in the water. she gasped in horror, quickly moving to get you out of the water. 

"ma jake, za'u" she yelled as she picked up the child, bringing her over to where her family was gathered. 

hearing the distress in his mate's voice, jake stopped splashing with his other two children to see what was wrong. seeing his wife holding an unconscious child was concerning, but even more worrying was that he had seen that child somewhere before.  

there was a day he was out hunting for dinner. he had come across a big open area, avoiding it because there looked to be no hunt. but something stopped him. he noticed a small child sitting on a rock all by herself. and as a father, of course, he was concerned because if this were his child, he would be worried sick. 

he approached her slowly so that he wouldn't scare her. "hey, little one." it was a gentle greeting that grabbed your attention. you turned to him, unsure who he was, as you didn't really get out much. 

"who are you?" you asked innocently. jake was confused that you didn't know who he was because he's the olo'eyktan, but you're just a child, so he brushed it off as childish ignorance. "my name is jake sully. who are you?" he said, sitting down crisscrossed so he could be at eye level with you. 

"i'm syulang. hi, jakesulli," you said as you paid more attention to the flowers that were sprouting between the cracks of the rock.

"why are you here, syulang?" jake asked the little girl. 

"i'm waiting for my parents to hide because we're playing hide and seek!" she says with a smile.

jake sighed in relief, knowing the girls' parents were nearby and they hadn't just left her there. if only he knew the truth. 

"okay, well, be safe little one." the male na'vi stood to his full height, departing and leaving to continue his hunt. 

he thought about the little girl from time to time because he seldom saw her around. but right now, seeing you on the ground breathing shallowly, he knew he had to get you to mo'at. 

"stay with the kids." jake told neytiri. the mother nodded as she watched her mate disappear into the trees toward their home. 

immediately mo'at recognized you as the child who was always missing from her lessons. she figured she would heal you and then ask you where your parents were. mo'at was very quick to aid your wounds, making it easier for your body to replenish your energy. soon you were waking up to the sound of adults talking. 

"hello?" you called out.

"oh dear child you are awake," the two women were quick to come dote on you.

"who are you guys?" you asked them weakly, your body still tired. 

mo'at and neytiri were shocked. how were you an omatikaya child, and you do not know your own tsahik. 

“i am mo’at. i am tsahik of our clan.”

"what is… tsahik?" that question was all the adults needed to hear before they figured out what was going on. 

you were missing lessons, found unattended and unconscious, and could barely speak as well as the other na'vi your age. you looked very skinny and borderline malnourished. 

your parents were neglecting you. 

"who are your parents dear?" neytiri asked.

you gave them your parents' names and explained everything they had ever done to you. you were tired of being hurt. you wanted to be safe now.

immediately jake and neytiri set out to go find your parents, and it only took about 30 minutes. they returned, your parents walking behind them, shame written all over their faces. they were restrained with their arms behind their head. mo'at called an emergency clan meeting, and once everyone gathered, she began her announcement. 

"the omatikaya clan is a family. we are to care for our brothers and sisters, look out for our women and children, and protect our home from any dangers. there is a couple here tonight that is about to be banished. let this be a warning to everyone." her statement was punctuated by jake and neytiri dropping the two na'vi to the ground, having them kneel in shame in front of everyone.

"this father and this mother have been neglecting their child. every day they take her outside to the forest and leave her in a clearing to fend for herself. they do this so nobody would find her home alone while they went and snuck around the forest like immature ass teenagers. they didn't want their neglect to be found out because they knew what the consequences would be." jake said in a firm voice. 

it was like he was giving a silent warning, a threat, if you will. he wanted everyone in the clan to know that this behavior is unacceptable and that if you're acting of this nature, get your shit together unless you want to end up like these two. 

neytiri stepped forward, speaking in a stern and almost menacing tone. 

"these two scum are to be banished to the wastelands. stripped of their title as omatikaya, and blacklisted from every clan in the forest. their ikrans will be taken away, and they will not be allowed contact with the child whos precious life they almost stole away. thank eywa that she was brought to me and my family. my husband, olo'eyktan jakesulli and i will adopt her into our family. treat her as one of our own, and give her the love she deserves." 

everyone in the clan was cheering at neytiri's speech. as the two scouts prepared to transport the two na'vi to the wastelands, their ikrans took off, having no mercy on their passengers, who had to endure the entire ride. 

being 19 is supposed to be fun, but for you, it's anything but fun. as an omatikayan, your way of life is off the ground. high above the trees, soaring across the skies, scaling countless mountains. everything is high up. and to any everyday clan member, life this way was beautiful, and they wouldn't want to live any other way. but you… you felt differently.  

you couldn't stand heights. you had that fall from the waterfall to blame for that. ever since that day, you would never set foot near the edge of the high camps. let alone ride an ikran. you knew from a young age that completing your rite of passage would be impossible. 

the only way anyone could get you on an ikran was if they gave you a blindfold. you also needed something to plug your ears and be allowed to death grip the flyer's waist from how terrified you felt as the wind rushed past you. 

but this fear of heights also meant that you would never be able to complete your iknimaya. that's what has you so depressed. you just wanted to fit in, look for a mate, and be a teenager like everyone else is, but you can't because you are not seen as one of the people. you're 19, and everyone in the village treats you like you're glass, for crying out loud. even your own family. 

you love the sully family. they are your saviors, after all. you were infinitely grateful for them taking you in and treating you as if you were their daughter or playing with you like you were real siblings. you and neteyam became attached at the hip, becoming best friends instantly. you had piqued his interest when he saw you in his grandmother's tent, sleeping while you were healing from your previous injuries. 

the next day he was all in your personal space, asking you questions about your cuts and scars and where you gut them from. it confused him when every single one of your answers was the same. "oh, i just got hurt while i was walking home" the boy never questioned it because as he got older, he started to understand what you meant. he began to understand your past without you having to explain it. 

neteyam had tried to get you to fly on an ikran before, but you couldn't even make it to the climb up. the height was too immense. you got lightheaded and dizzy just seeing it, absolutely petrified with fear. nete, eventually, gave up trying to slowly inch you up the mountain. when the two of you returned home, jake and neytiri scolded neteyam for doing that to you, knowing how afraid of heights you are. 

of course, the boy apologized to you. still, he just wanted you to conquer your fears and pass your iknimaya so the other kids in the village would stop saying things about you behind your back.

everyone knew about your fear of heights, and most of the na'vi your age made fun of you for it. you couldn't help but feel embarrassed because it's not like they're wrong. the omatikayan way of life is in the sky. 

you were returning home from your visit to the nearby river, where you spent most of your time. whether beading necklaces or rebraiding your hair, you were always there. as your home came into sight, you saw your mom and dad sitting outside talking to each other. your mother seemed to be upset about something, so you approached them. "ma sa'nu, is everything okay?" you asked her.

your father sighed heavily, repeating the words that triggered your mother's tears in the first place.

"we have to leave the forest."

you had been blindfolded for a while now, flying on the back of your mother's ikran. the days were starting to blur together, and you figured you would lose your ability to see because of how long you'd had this damn blindfold on.

as you were about to complain, you could smell the air change. it got lighter and easier to breathe. it smelled fresh, almost like you guys were flying over water now. you tapped your mother's shoulder, and she hummed in acknowledgment. 

"sa'nu are we near water?" you asked. 

"yes, ma ite, we are. i can fly down so you can touch it if you like." neytiri suggested. your mother quickly picked up on your love for the rivers back home, so she figured that being near a water body would give you some sense of security. 

you gasped, nodding excitedly as you felt your mom lower her ikran, which caused you to grip her a bit tighter because you were still afraid. 

"you can take your blindfold off," you hear lo'ak yell from above you. 

you hesitated a little bit, knowing lo'aks mischievous nature but figured he was right because the scent of the fresh ocean water got stronger. 

you slowly slid your blindfold up, your eyes adjusting to the sun as you hadn't looked at anything in a while. once your eyes adjusted, you saw the beautiful blue waters below the ikran's wing. you gasped as you reached down, feeling the cool water against your hands. you noticed a small school of fish following close behind your hand, making you smile. you were starting to feel calm until you heard a horn begin to blow. your mom's ikran started to fly higher, away from the waters, and you screamed, and you put your blindfold back on, quickly latching onto your mother's waist so you wouldn't fall to your death. 

as you felt your mother land, you quickly dismounted, planting your feet on the ground, and falling to your knees, trying to control your intense breathing. your mother hadn't warned you that she was going to fly higher, and she felt so bad because you're so shaken up right now. 

"ngaytxoa, ma ite. i'm sorry, " she said, pulling you from your knees and into her chest for a hug. she comforted you until she felt your breath ease and then walked with the rest of your family to the center where the clan had gathered. 

you took in the environment around you. there was water everywhere. your attention was grabbed by a tall, teal man covered in tattoos and wearing a formal shoulder piece. "jake sully, toruk makto, you have brought your family to my reefs. why?"

your father and the clans' olo'eyktan got to talking, explaining the reasoning for being here. 

uturu.

you were absorbed in observing everything around you that you overlooked that the clans' tsahik had also arrived. she went around inspecting all of your siblings, calling them demons, half-bloods. everything in between. but she saw you. 

as tsahik, she is the one who interprets the will of eywa, and from you, she feels that eywa is screaming at her that you are special. telling ronal to give you a test of some kind. so she approaches you, ignoring the hiss from neytiri. she still threw her a glare, though. everyone had gone quiet when you noticed the woman standing before you. she examined you, and you were nervous under her gaze. she looked over your arms, hands, ear, tail, and legs. she even pulled at one of your cheeks. 

"ow," you said. you hadn't meant to say it. it was just a reflex. and hearing you say ow, triggered neteyam's reflex to protect you. 

"hey! don't touch her!" he said as lo'ak held his arm, preventing him from approaching the woman. "neteyam," jake said his son's name in a warning tone. trying to get him to remember that they're here to seek refuge and that making enemies with the tsahik isn't going to help that. 

ronal only glanced over at the boy, not acknowledging his words, knowing she hadn't hurt the girl.

"what are you called?"

“syulang te suli neytiri’ite”

"well, syulang, come with me," she said as she grabbed your wrist, pulling you close to the beach's shores. you walked with her, following behind, not wanting to piss off the tsahik. 

you two stopped as the water came up to your ankles. she released your hand and gave you a straightforward instruction. 

“complete your iknimaya.”

everyone in the clan was mumbling and whispering upon hearing what their tsahik said. 

not even their best warriors were able to complete their iknimaya without training. ronal is telling an outsider who has never even seen a skimwing to complete her iknimaya. she's asking the girl to kill herself. 

"ronal, ma mate, you can't ask this of a forest na'vi–" her husband tried to argue, but ronal just hissed at him, getting him to shut up. 

"she can and she will." ronal said with a strong voice. 

"you are trying to kill my daughter and we haven't even been here for 10 minutes." neytiri yelled, jake holding his protective mate back. 

ronal continued to disregard everything around her except for you. she gave you a look, one that you read as someone who believed in you. but you don't even know what this clan's iknimaya is. 

you slowly walked waist-deep into the water after ronal gave you a push of encouragement to the small of your back. before you could get any further, you noticed something massive approaching you in the water. but for some reason, you weren't scared of it. you remained where you stood as the creature emerged from the waters. 

you could hear the gasps of horror and even a few screams.

"ronal, move her at once." tonowari yelled at his wife as he recognized the creature beginning to approach you. 

hearing the panic in the olo'eyktans' voice caused the entire sully family to be on high alert. what was that thing? was this woman really trying to kill you? neytiri couldn't even defend you because jake made her leave her bow with their ikrans. 

the large animal approach was called, as you heard someone nearby whisper, a skimwing. 

you looked it in the eyes as it came to a slow stop in front of you. everyone froze, and ronal turned to the clan. "this young lady, syulang, will complete her iknimaya. she has been chosen by this skimwing–" the tsahik was cut off.

"ma tsahik, you cannot allow this child to ride that skimwing. that is the same skimwing that we have been hunting for the past few months. the one that has been terrorizing the other animals in the reef, he'll kill her." tonowari was stern as he spoke to his wife, but she looked at him as if his words went in one ear and out the other. 

"this is the will of eywa. now tell me, mister olo'eyktan, who is the interpreter of eywa's will? hm? me… or you?" she said, voice dripping with venom as she spoke to her husband. 

"you are, ma ronal." he sighed in defeat, turning to his hunters, who had their spears ready and aimed at the beast. "standby. weapons down for now. but remain alert." he ordered as he looked at his wife. "i'm trusting you," he said.

"you would be a fool not to, " she said with a sickly sweet smile as she continued her speech that she was rudely interrupted. 

"the child will complete her iknimaya right now. this is the skimwing that has chosen her, so this is the skimwing she will ride." she turned you and gave you a basic rundown of how making the bond, mounting, and diving worked. tonowari was there to provide any pointers that his wife may have forgotten to mention. 

nobody believed it was possible. a girl from the forest conquering a skimwing? there's no way. the skimwing slightly lowered its head, almost as if it was greeting you. you mirrored its actions and stepped forward. this was a new environment which meant new weather, new scenery, and new animals. 

you didn't know how difficult bonding with a skimwing was. so when you walked over to it and quickly created your tsaheylu, mounting its back, everyone in the clan was left speechless. including ronal and tonowari  

ronal spoke, her last piece of advice that she wanted to give you before you set off to complete the rite of passage. "the bond is sealed after the first dive is complete. the key is the dive back into the water, that is the true test," she said. you only nodded, feeling your skimwing's steady breath and strong heartbeat.

this all felt so natural to you. the water, the tsaheylu with reef animals, the breeze, the smell of the sea. you felt like you were in your element. like this is where you were meant to be. 

'let's go,' you thought, and immediately your skimwing was moving, backing itself into the water, gaining speed as he got further and further out. the wind on your face as you carefully stood up on your skimwing, maintaining your balance. you let yourself embrace the feeling of the air rushing past you. it didn't feel the same as when you were on an ikran. the air felt like it was caressing you, not pushing and pulling you in every which way. 

you were enjoying the cool, calm feeling, but you're ready for a thrill. you lower your body onto the skimwing again, preparing for what ronal called 'the real test.' you looked over and saw all the clan people and your family. they were rooting for you, giving you the whoops and cheers of encouragement you needed.

 you focused your eyes back on your skimwing, leaning down, so there was no space between his back and your chest. ronal said to get as flat against the skimwing as possible and keep a strong grip on the handle, and you'll be okay.

you took one last deep breath before saying, 'dive.' you immediately vanished from view. nobody could see you anymore. you had dived, and they wouldn't know if you passed the test unless you came back out of the water. 

underwater you were having the time of your life. you were going unbelievably fast, and you didn't think you loved any feeling better than this. the adrenaline pumping through your blood only encouraged your skimwing to gain speed. curving around coral and weaving through seaweed, you enjoyed every second of it, but you knew it was time to come back up.

a minute had passed before your family started getting worried. you can't hold your breath that long, can you? what are you doing down there? are you in trouble? did the skimwing hurt you? what if killed you out on the reef and- 

before your family's paranoid thoughts could continue, you came splashing out of the water. you released the loudest battle cry you could muster as your skimwing spread its wings, riding the wind. 

you reminded jake exactly of your mother, fearless in your element with a strong heart. 

everyone on shore was jumping and cheering for you from the beaches. you could see your family from where you were. your brothers looked so proud of you, and your parents too. you weren't letting your fears control you anymore. 

you were whooping and celebrating, finally feeling like yourself. you can finally be free from the shackles of the air as you are surrounded by the serenity of the waters. this is really where you were meant to me. 

as you rode your skimwing back to the beach, you dismounted and removed your tsaheylu. you were immediately surrounded by both the clan's people and your family. everyone hugged and patted you on the back, congratulating you, a new metkayina clanswoman. 

you are one of the people, and your family hadn't even settled into their home yet. as things died down, you spotted ronal walking towards you again, but this time she held an incredibly proud look on her face. she grasped your hand, disregarding the five fingers you inherited from your father, as she spoke.

"she has our dna running in her blood. she has our passion in her heart. she has our strong will in her head and a strong heart, gifted to her by our great mother. she is metkayina!" with the last sentence being said, ronal raised your hand to the sky and repeated herself. "she is metkayina!" the clan rejoiced. one of their own had returned home, and now you are a woman of the clan. of course, they all recognize that you weren't born here, but that doesn't matter. you passed your iknimaya within minutes of being on the island.

since you were seen as a woman of the clan, that also means that you could choose a mate. 

boy, let me say, you had a lot to choose from. i mean, every boy in the clan just watched this forest girl conquer the biggest skimwing in history. that's kinda hot... but you decided to focus on your family for the time being. you guys were guided to your home by ronal's daughter, tsireya, as ronal and tonowari left to prepare for your celebration ceremony later that night. 

as you finally had a moment with your family, you got to read all the looks of adoration and love. they were so proud of you. 

"babygirl, i am so proud of you," jake was the first to speak, pulling you into yet another hug. your mother joined not long after. "you are finally a woman, ma syulang. you must be responsible around the boys of this clan," your mother teases you. "i don't want any grandchildren just yet," she said as she pinched your cheeks. 

"hey! no baby talk. she only just came of age." jake said to his mate as she rolled her eyes in response.

"sempu! i've been of age for a while." you argued. 

but your father just shook his head. 

"no boys until you're 25." he said sternly.

your sister, kiri, tried to defend you, though. 

"dad, that's unreasonable. 25??" she complained. 

"you too little lady. don't think i didn't see how the chief's son and his friend were looking at you two." you two avoided eye contact at that last sentence.

you exchanged glances, knowing you noticed the two boys noticing you. you two always had girls talk before dinner and then came into the house giggling with each other, refusing to reveal what the two of you were talking about.

your dad hadn't seen the wink and flirtatious smiles that the two of you had sent the boys away. but that was something that you two could talk about later, of course. right now, you just want to enjoy the beginning of your new life. 

a new life that would bring a joyful you. 

a happier you. 

a fearless you.

#avatar x reader #avatar the way of water #avatar wotw #avatar 2 #avatar #avatar x child!reader #awotw x reader #awotw #ao #ao’nung x reader

[cubeberries]

look, all i'm saying is that if tom/voldemort did not have a prophecy that tied them together, they would never get together organically.

tom is the type of guy who needs to find something REALLY interesting in whoever he is going to pursue. this is why, in canon, we don't see him with anyone, simply because he couldn't care less about any of them or any of their feelings.

he's a collector of significant items. (locket, cup, ring etc.) these items are extremely significant to him and only due to this, does he spend time actually working to get any of them and place them in a [debatably] safe area with safety measures.

later, we can infer from the text that he pursues bella only because she serves him well and he grew fond of her due to her devotion and pureblood aristocracy (and maybe perhaps because of her gorgeous looks.)

and like, if he hadn't met bella, he probably would have died without a 'partner' at all.

the only reason voldemort 'pursues' harry is because harry is a threat to his life and he is obsessed with the prophecy. if the prophecy isn't there, the key connection between him and harry is non-existent and hence, tom would simply not put in any effort to get to know harry. it's as simple as that, unless you are going to go the ooc route where harry becomes a death eater.. blah blah blah, which is fine, too.

and you might argue, well, hey, what if tom falls for harry because of his personality? to which i would reply is extremely unlikely, due to tom favouring superficial qualities over things that truly matter. as we see with the objects he collects to turn into horcruxes, they are very flashy and ostentatious things that give no real value unless you sell it. (except the locket.) you may say that they are very valuable because they remind tom of hogwarts.. this may be true, but he doesn't really value the things the objects remind him of. for the gaunt ring that's supposed to reprsent family, he killed his remaining family in his fathers side, and he framed his uncle on his mothers side. the only things of value to him are the objects themselves.

just like that, he probably wouldn't look at personality first, when choosing a partner, the first thing he notices if whether they are a means to an end. in the extreme case of bella, he probably loved her unyielding devotion to him and his cause because it helped him acheive his goals. it also helped that she was a black, she was beautiful and that she had wealth and high status.

but harry... harry doesn't have any of those. and harry wouldn't want any of those.

without the prophecy, tom would view harry as a semi-intelligent, not-so-studious quidditch player who has, like, three friends because he sucks at communicating and would want nothing to do with him even if harry tries pursuing him. (in hogwarts era tomarry aus)

tl;dr: without the prophecy, tomarry/harrymort would not happen, and never will :(

#voldemort #lord voldemort #tom riddle #harry potter #tomarry #harrymort #tomarrymort #:( sorry guys #this is not proofread if there are any spelling mistakes please lmk #it is 6am #bellamort

[celabi]

Hi Maggie!!!

So I apologize for the long post and cringy cliche topic but...

I was just thinking..  what if Scaras mom, ei, tends to babysit sometimes...

Perhaps it's a neighbour's kid or Scaras baby cousins or something but it always seems like scara wants nothing to do with them and tends to just slam his door closed when his mom asks for help.

Now just imagine one day, scummy scara finally got his darling to come over to his house once again, to maybe just chill, play games, watch movies and hopefully kiss...perhaps more than that too.

He is feeling so giddy, and confident that his plans to get to that point are full proof as he'd been secretly practicing for this day with his doll...

So imagine his smile fading as he is about to open the door but ei beats him to it, dressed up professionally and looking ready to go to work.

"Oh I'm glad your here, listen I have an important meeting in person, so I need you to look after the neighbour's kids/cousins"

Before he could complain she ran out and drove off leaving the two, to turn around only to be faces with said kids.

Imagine that the darling is actually fond of kids. Her motherly mode is turned on and she easily takes care of them, while getting along with them as well.

Scara is in awe of his darling. He knew she'd be great mother one day but actually seeing her in action really made his heart skip a beat while heat rushed to his face and even down there--- *slap*

Of course this feeds into his fantasy of a domestic life with his darling. His fantasy of making a family with her while enjoying the idea of the process of making babies.

Okay, now he is determined to show his darling that he is good with kids and can be a good father, as well as husband material for her.

So imagine as he tries to smile at the kids ( it's creepy cause he isn't use to it), cooing them to come to him as he brings a hand out for them to take, only for them to slap it away and run over to darling , hugging them and telling her that they don't wanna go him.

It irks him but can you blame them? After all, Scara wasn't someone who really interacted with them and when he did he was chasing them away and constantly yelling at them to stay out of his room. Which usually led to them crying to ei and her scolding him to be nicer.

Of course he didn't listen, shrugging off what she said. However, he'd come to regret it later since the kids figured out his weakness. A weakness they tended to use to get revenge...

Fast forward and Scara is livid at the fact that he can't seem get any time to spend with his darling as the kids are constantly taking all her attention away.

Either they were hungry, wanting her to play with them, look at the drawing they made of of them and her (scara is in the picture but he is underground like that one meme) or whatever! She barely paid any notice to him!

At some point he swore he saw them smirk but later it was confirmed that they were mocking him when she picked them up, hugging them cause they accidently fell and started crying. He  watched them pull their eye while sticking out their tongue as she soothingly rubbed their back.

Oh but if you thought that taking her attention away was bad, haha then your wrong. They were also constantly trying to bring out the worst of him, the side he usually showed to them and make him look incapable of being that ideal person he wanted to be in darlings eyes.

Now imagine his relief when they (she actually) eventually got the kids to sleep, tucking them in and closing the door behind them.

Oh, how Scara was mentally fisting the air, cheering that finally he was able to get his darling all to himself!

Now since he couldn't act out his original plan due to time, he had to skip some parts and head straight to the movie idea since they were both quite exhausted ( him especially as they nearly managed to get him to slip up a couple of times) and what better way to relax than to just watch a movie?

Shyly he asks if darling is up for a movie and after the confirmation, he jumped up and got ready, bringing all the snacks she enjoyed just for this day, before turning on the TV.

The movie choice was a thriller, and inspired by that one ask from anon  where the reader thinks he is frightened for the movie, she decides to comfort him, bringing him closer so he could rest on her, causing him to malfunction from this.

Skip and the movie has ended.

Reader is now stretching while expressing how amazing the show was while scara just agrees, unknowingly to the reader that he was not watching the movie at all, but focusing on how soft she was when she held him.

Oh but how his face lit up when he saw some crumbs on the readers face.

Perfect he thought. Just as he planned when he decided to buy some crumbly cookies for them.

Not wanting to miss the opportunity, he brings his hands up to readers face, cupping it while his thumb swiped away whatever was on it.

He says something along the lines "you had something on your face" but the way he stutters it out and how he was blushing furiously, made him wanna  kick himself. Though on the contrary, reader found it cute as she giggles, bringing her hand up to hold his hand that's cupping her face.

Now Imagine the two having a moment, Scara's awaited moment finally coming to reality when their faces were coming closer and closer,

so close that he nearly---

"What are you two doing?"

Startling the two and pulling back, reader is blushing profusely while scara is cursing at the timing.

Scara sighed in relief and disappointment when the day finally came to an end. The kids parents show up, thanking the two for looking after them before leaving. At the same time, Ei happened to arrive home too, which meant that there was really no alone time with reader.

How frustrating...

Ei offers reader a lift home as it's late and she was aware of readers curfew. So when she agrees, scara is bouncing to the car, opening the door for her and all.

Sadly though, he has to sit in the backseat while reader and his mom are chatting happily away.

Eventually they make it to readers house, Scara quickly gets out of the car to walk her to her door.

"I had a fun day"

She says smiling when they made it to the front door. Scara could only agree to her face, trying to smile but it came out forced as he thought of what a bitter day it was for him, and how he wasn't really able to accomplish his goals.

But then again.. if he thought about it...it wasn't all that bad... i mean, he did get to see a new side to her , a nurturing side, one that might have caused his obsession with her to grow... but he also was able to be comforted by her, so in all honesty it was progress.

Too bad he didn't get that kiss...

"Oh, I almost forgot something"

She says turning towards him, making him confused and nervous as he wondered if she noticed that he stole some of her stuff while she was distracted with the kids.

But no.

Instead she smiled at him, coming closer before pulling him down, her lips reaching up to meet his.

To say he was shocked was an understatement, as he was completely thrown off guard, so much so that he forgot that he was to kiss back.

When she pulled away, she chuckled at his beet red face and wide eyes.

"See you monday at campus"

She says, waving before opening her door and entering her home still leaving a dumbfounded scara.

When he finally came to it, he may or may not have punched the air, silently screaming and jumping in victory. Basically being a total weirdo outside her home.

Again I apologize but I tend to have a soft spot for pathetic guys trying to shoot their shot but ending up getting blocked.

Especially if they like scummy scara ໒꒰ྀི⸝⸝. .⸝⸝꒱ྀིა  

OH MY GOODNESS 🥺 just just just him falling even more in love when he sees you getting along with children. When he sees you taking care of a little child, he swears his heart is going to explode from all the cuteness you’re radiating. And I can imagine him literally dreaming about marrying and having kids with you, even going far as to plan it all out before he’s even started dating you.

PLEASE and the kiss at the end? I bet when he got home he beat himself up over not kissing back, like, that’s a one in a lifetime opportunity (for him) and he missed it— making a fool out of himself in the process. Wahh so embarrassing…

Also i imagine Ei watching from the car and giggling at the sight of her looser son melting into a puddle of goo on his darlings door step 😭 she probably thinks about finally having the ‘talk’ with him that she put off for so long— but doesn’t know that he is literally the definition of ‘freak’. Anyways, scara tells his mom to shut up when he gets back in the car, cause she already has that knowing smile on.

This is not cringy or clique at all!! I live for cute stuff like this omg 🥺 I really wanna write scummy scara when he’s settled down and had kids with reader 😭

#🍃 — chatting ☆彡 #scummy scara :( #genshin impact x reader #scaramouche #yandere scaramouche

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Idk if u do yandere but can u do platonic yandere god’s reaction to Zeus’ child daughter ( 13 yrs old ) who is like rapunzel. Like in addition to her great adorable beauty she has absolutely gorgeous blonde hair which is like seventy feet long and can be used to heal, make ppl younger, and even revive ppl who has died in ragnarok. She also has beautiful singing voice that can soothe anyone who listens to it. And is overall very cheerful and optimistic. Also if u dont do yandere u can just make the gods just really fond of her.

Thank u!

The most protected angel

Fem! Reader

As Anon said it's PLATONIC (which should be said cause they're greek gods)

Also don't mind me putting in Tangled references everywhere

Warning: I don't condone this behavior, this is for entertainment for fictional characters. "Yandere" in real life is a SERIOUS problem if you have a problem with manipulation, gaslighting DNI this entire post.

ZEUS who uses his position to scare off anyone who he doesn't approve of. Zeus engraves in your brain that humans will only use you, they don't care about you, they only want to use your powers for their own benefit.

HADES who takes it upon himself to show you how dangerous the human realm is, you're safer with your father. Hades takes it upon himself to "prove" that you're safer with them. You should only trust gods that you father approves of.

POSEIDON who will belittle any suitor who thinks they have a chance with you, being his youngest niece also means he will use that as an excuse as to why you can't do certain things and that you're too naïve to be on your own.

ADAMAS who will control his temper so he doesn't frighten you, he will leave you with either Hades or Zeus if he ever feels his temper going out of control.

APHRODITE who will give you anything you want when it comes to fashion, Aphrodite does your hair and makes sure you have the best clothes. To her you are the only goddess who is more beautiful then her, she makes sure you know that and will join in when Poseidon belittles any god or human who thinks they're worthy of your hand.

HERMES who makes it his mission to prove that Zeus is right, he might even team up with Hades to make sure you stay by their side. Hermes also makes sure you're eating well and that your hair isn't a mess, don't get him wrong he knows that Aphrodite is more then capable of taking care of your hair, but it's just so long and it's always dragging on the floor so let him check your brother is just a worry wart ok?

HERACLES who tries his best to keep your innocence, you're too kind and pure to be out there all alone. Don't get me wrong he loves humanity, but father knows best so listen to him.

ARES who just like Heracles will try his best to keep your innocence, especially about war, someone as kind and gentle as you shouldn't know about that.

LOKI who teams up with Hades and Hermes to "prove" that you're just naïve and can't trust others. Your father knows what's best for you and the others will make sure to always prove that Zeus is right.

THOR who takes his position as your "bodyguard" extremely seriously, he doesn't let any suitors get close to you.

ODIN who will take advantage that he's also a father, he'll tell you that you're too gullible to even leave any of the gods side. They all just want to take advantage of your abilities.

SHIVA who gaslights you saying you're not "in love" with that human, you just invented that whole "romance" thing. All you need is your father and the other gods, you don't need a partner.

BUDDHA who sees how naive you are and gullible you are, you shouldn't be out there all alone, Buddha is much more lenient but don't let that fool you, he's just as dangerous as your father.

ZERO who is your only playmate, he's basically your Pascaal, just much more protective and makes sure you don't leave the heavens.

BEELZEBUB who watches you from the cameras, courtesy of your father. Beelzebub tells Zeus everything that goes on, so be careful....he's always watching.

#shuumatsu no valkyrie #record of ragnarok #ror #snv #record of ragnarok x reader #shuumatsu no valkyrie x reader