#because Two is chaotic and murderous when he thinks he's right | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

last-words-ofashootingstar · 23 days

Text

Allure

Part Two:Knuckle Velvet

❥MATZ x fem reader

Part One(Sunshine)

Part Three(Smoke)

➯a/n: i'm so glad people like this story, i've spent so much time on it and it's a labor of love, enjoy part two <33 if you're new here, part one is very much needed to understand what's going on and please read the warnings and take care of yourself ! if you didn't see my update, i lost the final draft of part three and now only have a paper draft so apologies that it will take a little bit to be uploaded ❤️‍🩹

✃ "Mind, body, soul, and wolf."

♫"Nothing hurts like the way you do; like the way you say "I love you." " -Knuckle Velvet, Ethel Cain♫Allure Soundtrack

✫彡wordcount: 6.9k

(>ᴗ•)♡´･ᴗ･`♡genre: smut, YANDERE, a/b/o au

ಠ_ಠwarning/content: DEAD DOVE I MURDERED THAT BEOTCH chapter specific: not beta read(ironically), criminal MATZ, alpha MATZ/omega reader, forced soul bonding, forced marking, nobody is mentally well, yandere and possessive behavior, talk of murder, talk of drugs, bits of humor because i was going insane, smoking 🍃, sh in the form of putting joints out on skin(NOT READER, NOT DESCRIPTIVE), reckless driving(is that a warning?), reader needs a hug like honestly-

cunnilingus, nudity, heat cycle, outdoor, fingering, THIS IS NOT A NON CON FIC, ALL SMUT IS CONSENSUAL.

⁂perm taglist: @stvrfir3 @tunaasan @marievllr-abg

⁂fic taglist: @potatomountain @spooo00oky @choichaeyiul @cheynalexilaiho @haven-cove @hwasbabygirl @gong-fourz @chaotic-floral @hyukssunflower @unlikelysublimekryptonite @tinybada @sunnyhokyu @calisnewworld @elysiangroundsforall

MATURE UNDER CUT MDNI

˚➶ ｡˚ PART TWO ˚➶ ｡˚

Something is wrong.

The warmth of your bed calls you back to sleep as you stir.

Something is wrong.

The smell of cooking pancakes wafts through the air, your stomach churns in interest.

Something is wrong.

The hand on your side is so soft it's almost fleeting.

Something is wrong.

Your eyes snap open, blurry vision landing on an unfortunately familiar set of features. Long brown hair, full lips in a seemingly perpetual line, thick letters on his neck.

You let out a scream as your body catches up with your mind, kicking Seonghwas arm and crawling back into the corner of your bed. "Sleep well? I sure hope so, Hongjoong nearly cried because you didn't get to mark him back before you passed out." His calm demeanor is the very antithesis of your state; frazzled and heart beating wildly in your ears. "I'm not too pleased with waiting either."

You go to pull the blanket over yourself again when he rips it off the bed completely. "G-go away, or else..." Your weak attempt at a threat makes the criminal grin, and he stands from his squatting position, looming over your cowering form.

"Oh you don't know how deep in you are, do you?" He purrs, crawling onto the mattress. It creaks pitifully under his weight as he moves ever closer.

He stops just short of being right in your face. "We own you. And when you stop this little tantrum, mark us back... you own us. A little thing like you, been on that blocker for God knows how long, you won't last but a few more hours until you're running to us with your tail between your legs. Hormones flooding your system, begging for your alphas...Begging for your mates." His eyes flick to your bruised shoulders, their marks peeking out of your scrubs. "Don't make us wait too long now, omega. We aren't patient men."

"Hwa!"

He leans away from you, yelling back to the voice, "what?!" His booming voice makes you jump, and take a deathly tight grip your pillow.

"Food!"

He looks back to you, and it's as if you can tell what he's thinking. You shake your head, slapping his hand away when he goes to grab your wrist. "C'mon now, you won't want an empty stomach when we mate-" He's cut off when a pillow hits his head, leaving him to let out an exasperated sigh.

Hongjoong turns around just as Seonghwa rounds the corner with your fidgeting form over his shoulder. "Hey, Dolly!" He greets casually, like this is an everyday occurrence, as he sets down the plate he's holding next to the other two on your little round table.

"Help! Help me!" You scream, gasping as you're quite literally thrown in a chair.

"No use in that," Hongjoong begins as he sits opposite of you, "no one will hear you. We cleared this place out. If they aren't dead, they're in the prison with our pack."

Your eyes well with tears. You don't doubt his words for a second. Massacring and holding a town hostage wouldn't even be on the top three of their crimes.

You take a shaking breath and gather yourself, glaring at the blonde silently. "Oh are you mad?" He asks teasingly. "We made ourselves comfy, hope you don't mind! Lovely little place you've got here."

You choose to stay silent, not trusting your own voice as it wavers even in your head.

"Eat up," Seonghwa pushes one of the plates to you, but Hongjoong snatches it back, eyeing you as you eye it.

It's been a full day since you've eaten, judging by the rising sun in the window. And you silently curse yourself for skipping lunch.

"Something you need to do first, Dolly." He taps his neck, a small grin playing at his lips as he notices your eyebrows push together. He wishes he could crawl into your head and see all of those thoughts that are undoubtedly suffocating you.

And they are. Your lungs feel heavy as you weigh every option against one another. You could run- but you've never outran an alpha, let alone two. You could hide- but that didn't work too well in the prison. You could simply refuse to return the bite- but the last wolf who did that was turned inside out, literally. You could simply cry and hope for their mercy- but you knew it would never come.

Your chair scratches the hardwood under it as you slowly push yourself away from the table. You notice you're missing your shoes as you trudge the few feet that feel like miles.

Hongjoongs head is eagerly turned to the untainted side, Seonghwa's mark mirrored to where you must leave yours.

You attempt to tune out the joyous howling of your wolf, tell her this is not a good thing. But she doesn't care. All she says is-

Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate.

You wince as your canines push through your gums unannounced, lip snarling upward to give them room.

Seonghwa watches with a sadistic glint in his eye as you bend forward, tears building up in your own.

You hate to admit that Hongjoong, both of them really, smell wonderful. But your wolf sure doesn't, she only chants louder.

Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate.

Your anxious breathes fan against his neck, goosebumps arising in response and anticipation.

His heart is skipping beats. You're so close that you can hear it.

Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate.

With a quick movement, your teeth are sunk into his flesh, forever bonding you.

˚➶ ｡˚

The searing water pelts your back. Steam swirls in the air. Your cries and sniffles echo on the linoleum tile.

After marking both alphas you didn't have much appetite but, after helping you rinse your mouth, Hongjoong had made you eat everything on your plate before he let you run to the bathroom and lock yourself in.

Despite the pull in his gut, the urge to break down the door and comfort you, Hongjoong had forced himself to leave. He couldn't listen to your cries, even if he was the cause of them.

That left the older alpha alone in your humble living room. He tuned his ears to focus on the rainfall, the rolling thunder, the periodic knocking of your air conditioning, anything but the sound of your sorrow.

You don't quite find it in yourself to care who is or isn't in your home, you find yourself with a much more immediate problem.

Seonghwa was right.

You feel heat bubbling to life in your lower stomach, slowly consuming the ball of anxiety that resides there. Your wolf is loud. She won't shut up. Mate this, mate that, knot this, and knot that. You wish with every ounce of your being that she wouldn't be such a primal animal, but that's much like expecting a wild animal to be house trained.

You find your tears slowly drying, washed away from your cheeks by the ever falling water.

You hadn't had a heat in a good long while. And now you were mated to two alphas? Seonghwa was right, and you are beyond fucked. You'd never even had a partner during a heat.

A whimper trembles past your lips without your consent, small and pathetic much like how you feel.

You go to grip the knobs, gasping as you see your claws. They look thicker than before, darker as well. You bring them to your face, turning your hand over and inspecting them. "What..."

A knock at the door startles you enough to grab the tub, new and improved nails leaving indents on the acrylic fiberglass. "(Y/n)? Don't get too hot, the steam is coming out into the hall."

"Go away!" You squeeze your eyes shut, praying Seonghwa didn't hear the sorry crack in your voice.

Your prayers, much like yesterday, go unanswered, unheard. "Are you okay in there? I know... I know the situation isn't ideal-"

"Shut up!" You growl, hand immediately slapped to your mouth in shock of your own outburst. The quiet is eating you alive, making you wish the raining water above you would somehow drown you.

"I'm coming in."

"No! Just fucking leave me alone." Your eyes are wide at the sound of your own voice once again. You, your body is curled into the corner of the tub wanting to disappear and become one with the tiles below you. You, your mouth is loud and proud with your anger.

He opens the lock with his claw, breaking your deceptive sense of privacy. The stream rises into the hall in a thick fog, obscuring his vision. He tries to look for your outline behind the shower curtain but he finds nothing. When a small sniff sounds, his eyes flick to the source. The shadow of a curled up body.

When he grab the curtain, your voice comes out quietly. "Please don't touch me."

"I won't." He speaks shortly, opening the fabric just enough to turn off the water. Immediately, with no sound to drown it out, he hears your irregular heartbeat. "I won't," he says with a voice soft with promise.

The silence drapes you both, listening closely to one another for any sign of movement or speech.

Your ears are perked up, eyes wide and wild as you watch his silhouette take a seat on the closed toilet. He seems to be watching you as well.

"You're in heat." He breaks the hush with a punch. It's not a question, more so it's an observation from his sharp senses.

"Yes." You whisper back.

"How long since you had your last one? That blocker was in there deep." His voice holds something like quiet empathy, which makes your wolf want to crawl to him even more. You try to calculate the years to give him a good estimate of how bad this will get, but your brain feels too hot in your head.

"Long," is all you can muster up.

The quiet blankets you again, the only sound the raging storm outside. A clap of thunder makes you jerk, wrapping your clawed hands around yourself for a sense of comfort.

His hand comes through the gap in the curtain, holding your large fluffy towel. You take it with an almost silent thank you, wrapping it around your shoulders as you stay seated.

He watches the steam dissipate, surveying your small bathroom. The tub and shower which currently holds you takes up the short wall. The toilet he sits on has a soft fabric covering on the lid, the short blue yarn matches the color of the walls and the striped curtain. Your medicine cabinet has small little flowers painted on it with an obviously careful hand. Your products on the counter are organized in re-used plastic containers. Your clothes are set on the edge and awaiting you.

He wonders what you'll do to their home when it becomes yours as well.

When you shuffle, he looks back to your distorted form. Slowly standing, you clear your throat. "Can you, uhm..."

"Yeah, yeah, sorry," he mutters as he stands, closing the door behind him.

Taking a peek around the drape, you make sure he's really gone before you step out and quickly dry yourself off, blinking away the tears that start to build again.

With a fresh outfit on and having scrubbed off as much of them as you could, you step out of the bathroom for the first time in hours. Hongjoongs scent is weak, making you briefly wonder where he went as you tip toe around your own home.

The door to your room is still ajar, but a glimpse inside shows no sign of the alpha who's smell is still strong. The sound of the TV draws you out to the compact living room. There, you can see the back of his head as he faces the box television, watching a rerun of Starsky and Hutchy.

He says nothing as you sit down, and you say nothing back. He's not paying attention, and neither are you. But neither of you dare speak first.

˚➶ ｡˚

How you fell asleep, you have no idea. But the slam of the front door makes you jump awake, grabbing the nearest object which happens to be Seonghwas forearm.

He places his hand on yours wordlessly and turns to see whoever has the nerve to wake you. "Mingi?" He groans after a moment of reflection.

The strange man in your home, Mingi, is tall, taller than Seonghwa- and it makes you cower into the alpha subconsciously. He shakes the rain water out of his short pink hair in a way akin to a dog after a bath, unbothered by the glare and the wide eyes on him. "Hey!"

"What are you-"

"Joong sent me," he lifts up a duffel bag with a grin, kicking his shoes off as to not drag mud into your home and piss off his alphas mate. "Hi," he smiles more politely towards you as he slowly approaches, noticing your arms tremor.

"You forget how to knock?" Seonghwa grumbles as he stands, hand hesitantly leaving your own as he walks behind the couch to join the man.

"Well I didn't hear anything, I figured you were sleeping or something." He shrugs simply as he sits the bag on the sewing machine you use as a desk.

"We were, asshat." The brotherly bickering of the pack mates makes you smile, and you hide your lips in the cushion as you watch them carefully from you backwards seating on the couch.

The pink haired man's attention lands on you as Seonghwa looks through the clothes in the bag. "Hi, 'm Mingi," he smiles kindly, holding his hand out to you only for it to be smacked down quickly by Seonghwa with a glare. "Uhm, rude," he rolls his eyes with a clear playfulness.

"No touching," he huffs shortly, eyes flicking back to you. "He touches you, I cut off his fingers. I'm going to shower." He leans over the back off the couch and lifts your face out of the fabric gently, taking your lips in his possessively, leaving you flabbergasted as he leaves as quick as he came.

Mingi whistles lowly as the bathroom door closes, chuckling at your starstruck expression. "This fuckin' guy, am I right?" He jokes, smiling awkwardly as he shifts his weight from foot to foot. "I'm an omega too, don't worry. I know it's scary coming across new wolves when you're like us, not knowing..."

You nod silently, eyeing him up for any sign of danger. But you only find him shivering. "You want a towel or something...?"

"Oh, if it's not any trouble," he smiles again, the gummy nature of it reminds you of Jihyun, and you find a lot of your nerves draining away. He's an omega like you, so you have a fair chance against him. And despite everything, you doubt Seonghwa would let anyone hurt you, let alone someone from his own pack.

You sneak by him quickly and into the closet in the hall next to the bathroom, where you can hear the water running.

"Here you go," you hand it over before taking a seat again, turning backwards on the couch to keep an eye on him as he towels off his hair.

Starsky and Hutch keeps the silence from being too stiff, but it's clear Mingi has a lot of words on his tongue fighting to come out as he dries his arms.

"Do-"

"Is-"

"Sorry," you both mumbles as you speak over each other. You motion to the seat next to you and he takes it with a quick, "thanks."

"So," you begin, tucking your knees under your chin, "he's your alpha?"

"Both of them, they lead together." He nods as he speaks, looking around your home.

"That's weird," you mumble to yourself, picking at the string on your sock, "how does that work?"

"Well... I mean they just kind of lead us all together. Make decisions together, it's not a dictatorship actually- they let us vote on stuff sometimes, it's nice. I'm sure you'll come to understand our pack, we're just a bit... different."

"How did, uh, I mean I've heard some stuff, I dunno-"

"You can ask me. I know those two probably weren't very talkative."

"Yeah," you chuckle quietly, taking a peek at him, "they made their own pack, right? How did you end up here?"

He looks back at you and slowly relaxes in his seat, both of you growing more comfortable as your wolves sniff one another out. "Yeah, that's right. They didn't roll up on a village like this and say, 'who's the strongest, let's fight', like most alphas come to be. They found each of us and asked us to join, didn't just demand it. I was one of the first, actually. They found me stealing some food in Minnesota, told me pledge my loyalty and I'll never be cold or hungry again."

"And?"

"Hm?"

"Have you been?"

"Never," he shakes his head, "they're good alphas. Maybe not the best people, but good alphas. I'm sorry you had to join us this way... they can be a bit impulsive, impatient." His eyes are low and voice even lower, like he's trying to hide his words from the man who's most definitely listening in. "They aren't monsters, at least not the kind the news makes them out to be. They're the monsters the world shaped them into."

You feel his wolf calling out to yours, albeit weakly. You've never felt it before. Is it because you're finally apart of a real pack? Because you're his alphas mate? Your eyes flick to your wolves and his follow suit, a pink color that matches his hair.

"Mingi." His voice breaks your small staring competition, both of you looking to him. He looks a lot different on his own clothes, and it makes your annoyingly loud wolf even louder. His forearm sleeve and neck tattoo is on show in his dark grey wifebeater, finally freed from the long sleeve orange top. The marks on his shoulders are out and proud as well. His bell bottom jeans make his long legs look even longer, like he's more than half leg. His inked up fingers work nimbly to buckle his belt. That's when you finally look away, sinful thoughts flooding your head thanks to your building heat.

"Has Hongjoong come up with a plan with the rest of you?"

You don't register that he's come up to the couch until he's picking you up. You grab onto his shoulders and bite your lip as you yelp.

"He says we should just sneak attack their camp, Jongho's been able to sus out their location with his-" Mingi clears his throat to stop himself as Seonghwa sends him a glare while he sits, settling you in his lap. "With some intel... says they only have two scouts at a time."

You curl up on yourself, breathing deeply- which turns out to be a grave mistake. Seonghwas sandalwood scent floods you all at once, the musky smell of the prison washed away. A wave of arousal hits you like the one in the shower, and he squeezes you closer to his chest.

"He'll tell me about it later, go on and go back to the prison and tell him come back."

"Wha-"

"Go now."

"Yup, yeah, I'm gone." Mingi jumps up, leaving the towel on the couch as he dashes to the door, disappearing with a quick, "later!"

You try to scramble away the second the door shuts, but the alpha grabs your ankle and pins you to the couch. "Please, please!" You shake your head while sniveling, quieted when he cups the back of your neck softly.

"Calm down, omega," he whispers, keeping his weight off of you, "you need us to get rid of that heat, you know that don't you?"

You nod dreadfully, burying your face in the cushion. "I don't want-"

"Tell me what you want, and that's what I will do. Nothing more. I won't force you to do anything but I won't let you suffer in your heat, do you understand?"

"Yes..."

"Do you want me to let you go?"

Despite yourself, you whisper, "no..."

"Tell me how to help you. Tell me what you want. Tell me what you want, omega, and I will give it to you."

˚➶ ｡˚

By the time Hongjoong crashes through the front door clumsily, both of you are gone from the couch. A trail of torn clothes and the call of soft moans lead him to your bedroom, the door open wide to provide him a beautiful view.

You, in your bra and nearly nothing else. Legs spread around Seonghwas shoulders and socked toes curling into the bed. Your sharp teeth out and peeking through your lips as they part with a moan.

Seonghwa, kneeling and back arched as he anchors himself between your legs, forearms wrapped around your thighs. His tank top rising up to expose the ink on his lower back. Low, muffled moans rumble in his throat.

"Started without me?" He asks smugly after he catches his breath from the overwhelming scene.

Seonghwas head snaps back at the intruder, eyes red and jaw slick- but he goes right back to his meal, making you yip in surprise. Your eyes stay locked on his, lit aglow just like the alphas between your legs. Your chest rises and falls with bated breathes.

"Hongj-ah!" You grip the straps of Seonghwas top, eyes squeezing shut as you whine.

Your logic and reasoning went out the window the second Seonghwas eyes turned red with lust. Now, you let your wolf get what she wants for the time being. You forgot how badly heats burn.

Your bed dips and creaks with the additional weight as the younger alpha joins you. You feel his breath over the healing mark he left, followed by a lick which makes you gasp.

Every touch both extinguishes the burn and makes it hotter.

"You smell so good," Hongjoong coos into your neck, hands slowly wrapping around your waist, "will you let me have a taste too?"

"Y-yes!" You nod eagerly, fidgeting under his light touches until a slender hand presses down on your stomach to keep you in place, followed by a growl.

"I'm not done, am I, omega? I thought you wanted to cum on my tongue? That's what you asked for, after all," Seonghwa teases as he pulls back, free hand playing with the slick between your thighs. He watches with a smirk as you nod, over and over. "Yeah?"

"Yeah! Please, Seonghwa!" You feel a pinch in your gut as you beg for the criminal, but it's washed away with another surge of pleasure. A soft hand on your cheek makes you push your eyes open, coming face to face with Hongjoong.

"Poor omega," he pouts as he traces your jaw, "those blockers are good for nothing, only cause problems. We'll take good care of you, don't worry. Anything you want, Doll. Anything at all."

Your request is wordless. A pull at his belt loop with your clawed finger.

˚➶ ｡˚

You're fast asleep with your heat satisfied for the time being, sandwiched between the two alphas in your small bed. They keep quiet, enjoying the moment. They know that when you awake without your heat blurring your mind, you'll be distant again.

And they don't blame you.

Mingi was right, they're impulsive. They wanted you and they got you the second they could. They'll do whatever they can to make you realize you're meant to be their omega, their mate. They'll build the trust one step at a time, they just had to make sure you wouldn't slip away in the meantime.

Your breathes are slow and steady, deep in the hands of exhaustion. One of your legs is hooked across Hongjoongs hips, the other tangled in Seonghwas bell bottoms. Your arms are wrapped around the blondes neck, head buried in his shoulder.

Seonghwa has one arm tucked under both of your heads, fingers twirling Hongjoongs hair mindlessly as he holds a joint between his lips, inhaling deeply and letting the smoke out slowly. His pants are undone and underwear clumsily pulled back up.

Hongjoong has his eyes closed peacefully, though he's not sleeping. He's listening intently to your heart beats, enjoying the familiar smell of his alphas smoking and the feeling of your naked body clinging to his.

"Leave tomorrow?" Seonghwa whispers hushedly, letting the smoke in his lungs out in a puff.

"The quicker we get home the better. We need to start making a real plan for that fuck face Greene." He snarls silently, pressing his nose into your hair in an attempt to calm himself.

"And make sure no one messed up while we were caged."

"They told me Yunhos been taking care of the traffic flow, we should be good on that part. I just want to get my claws bloody."

Seonghwa chuckles, rubbing his temple, "you know what's fucked? If that coward didn't rat us out, we wouldn't've found our mate."

Hongjoong cracks a small smile, cradling your unconscious body close to his chest as Seonghwa stands. "Maybe I'll go easy on him then." He smirks, watching his shoulders bounce with silent laughter as he leaves the room, a trail of smoke following him.

Seonghwa closes the bathroom door behind him, staring at his reflection. He takes the joint between his index and middle finger, leaning toward the glass.

Hongjoong was made for this world, for his world. But were you? Had they just doomed you to a pitiful existence? Did he even care if they did?

Peddling drugs and getting your claws bloody. He couldn't imagine you doing it. But he couldn't imagine letting you go.

He pulls his jeans down and his boxers leg up, snuffing out the joint on his thigh.

˚➶ ｡˚

"It ain't a crime to be good to yourself! Lick it up! Lick it up! Woooo!"

Your body is slung to the door of the van as Hongjoong drifts around the corner, the loud rock music only rivaled by his singing of it. You grab onto the passenger seat infront of you to hold yourself steady. "Does he have to be the one to drive?" You yell to Seognhwa who's in the row of seats behind you, laid across them with a grin.

"He likes to pretend he's driving The A Team van!"

The van skids to a stop infront of the prison, and you have to force yourself to look away least you think about the people who are still being held hostage inside. "C'mon up here, Doll," Hongjoong holds his hand out to you in offering, and you take it. You crawl over the cup holder in the middle and land in the passenger seat, grabbing the bag they had let you pack before dragging you away from your home.

"Where are we going?" You ask quietly, thankful that Hongjoong had the ears to be able to hear you over his cassette.

"Back to our stomping grounds," he hums as he hits the button to unlock the doors, letting in the approaching group of people. "Los Aranza, it's in sou-"

"What's up fuckers?" A young man shouts over the music as he hops into the middle row, making you jump as you look back. He smiles your way kindly, uttering a softer, "hey."

Mingi, who throws you a small smile, is climbing in next with a buffer man who immediately gives you the chills and a woman who looks like a sore thumb in the group.

Mingi gets in the back with Seonghwa and the woman ends up in the middle seat between the two other men despite her complaints.

"(Y/n), this is Wooyoung," Hongjoong introduces you to the first man, who waves your way. "Lia," the woman returns your awkward smile of a greeting. "And San," who, you don't expect to, leans over the center console and takes you in a sideways hug.

"No touching!" A grumble comes from the back, making San chuckle as he leans back into his seat.

"Nice to meet you," he grins brightly, promptly buckling his seatbelt when he hears Hongjoong start the vehicle back up.

Everyone else quickly copies his actions, and you get the memo the moment before the van lurches to life quickly.

The first few minutes are awkward silence save for the music, which Lia thankfully made the driver turn down.

"So, (Y/n)," Wooyoung starts up, "I don't want you to worry so..." You look back over your shoulder, taking a note of the small freckle under his eye as you search his features. "I just wanted to let you know that we called the state police before we left, it'll take a few hours but the rest of your village won't be stuck in there for too long."

The sentiment gives you the smallest hint of relief, knowing that they won't just be left there to wither until someone would notice that the whole town disappeared off the face of the planet. "Thanks..." You nod shortly, taking the time turned around to inspect the other new faces as well.

Lia has a seemingly familiar set of round and soft features, but you can't quite place it. Nor can you place her ranking in the group. She doesn't smell like a wolf, but you don't want to pry.

San, however, has the clear ego of a beta; chest puffed out and radiating confidence, but not power. He's got a smile that doesn't match any of that though, and that along with his friendly actions make you think he's not as scary as he presents.

You turn back around and face the road, watching the sign for your town wiz past.

"How far to Los A..."

"Aranza! Maybe like... 26 hours?" Lia's words make you look to Hongjoong, who's tapping away at the wheel as he speeds.

"Seonghwa," you call out.

"Hm?"

"Can someone else drive?"

˚➶ ｡˚

Your request was denied, obviously, and everyone had to hang on every time Hongjoong made a turn or hit a bump. Admittedly, it was fun to watch him let loose and sing his heart out while the wind knocked his hair around. That, paired with the surprisingly kind conversation that the pack members made with you made for a good first three hours.

After that, Wooyoung got grumpy. "I'm hungry!"

Then, Mingi chimed in, "I have to use the bathroom!"

Then, San, "My legs asleep! Ow, really Lia?"

When you gave Hongjoong a begging glance, that's when he finally started looking for an exit on the highway.

The mom and pop restaurant was run down and quiet, but you were thankful that that meant less people to see the rag tag team of criminals you were with and potentially cause problems. The van was parked half hazardously in the back by the restrooms, and Mingi was the first out from the back doors, practically dashing into the men's room.

You grab the handle to the passenger side door only to be grabbed on the opposite wrist. You look to the assailant and see Hongjoong with a questioning gaze. "What? I have to...go," you shrug his hand away, opening your door and hopping down before he can stop you again.

You hear some soft foot steps enter the bathroom as you hover, but they don't enter a stall. "Did they send you to babysit me," you groan, nearly slapping yourself as you speak before thinking again.

"Yeah, sorry..." Lia's voice is apologetic, and when you finally exit: her face is as well. "They can be a bit...uhm."

"Paranoid? Overbearing?"

"Yeah," she nods softly, using the mirror she stands infront of to look at you as you wash your hands. The way your shoulders slump and your head hangs low makes her heart ache for you. "I hope we can be friends. You're going to need some in this side of the world."

You look in the mirror in front of yourself, matching her stance as you watch one another through the glasses. "I hope so, too."

When you join the men back outside, they're all sitting on the curb with plastic bags infront of them. Lia sits in the space between Mingi and San, immediately grappling at the bag the ladder holds out to her. Seonghwa hands you one as well, nodding for you to take it, "yours."

Inside is two large styrofoam boxes of delicious smelling food, and you look up with your brows pressed together. "This is a lot of food, Seonghwa, I'm not going to eat all of this." You set down one as you open up the other and sit on the warm concrete between the two alphas.

"You need it, you're still in heat." He hums plainly, dropping a french fry into his mouth as San spits one out from his.

"Hey!" You yell, feeling the heat of embarrassment rising up your neck.

"What? It's true." He looks around to his pack members, seeing the three lower men looking away from you while Lia simply shakes her head at him, and Hongjoong nods.

"He's right, we didn't even fuck- ow!" He glares at Mingi as he slaps him upside the head, "we didn't! We only y'know... messed around."

"Bro, shut up!" Mingi sends you a quick compassionate glance before turning his face to his food. "You guys have zero tact."

"Tact? What the hells that?" Hongjoong mumbles from around his burger, "you made that up."

In defiance of your anger at him, his antics make you smile as you take a bite of food.

˚➶ ｡˚

The next stop the vehicle makes is in the dead of night, the spring moon full and bright.

It was only you and Hongjoong awake when you asked if their promise from earlier still stood: whatever you need and nothing more.

He was quick to peel off the road and park the sleeping group before leading you into the woods to satisfy your once again noisy wolf.

You hate that you nearly start howling aloud when he pushes your back onto a tree, hand behind your head to protect it from the bark, and begins kissing you like he did in your bed.

He takes it a step further, slipping his hand down now that Seonghwa isn't there. His lips meld into yours as he slips his hand under the elastic waistband of your shorts. They travel lower as his fingers do the same, feeling the warmth of your heat which makes him groan into your neck.

When he feels your hands on his shoulders, he closes his eyes and cherishes your touch, letting his wolf drive him forward and press his body to yours in an act of affection which makes you dizzy.

His fingers find their way inside of you, making you gasp toward the stars. His knuckles feel like balls of velvet in your overly sensitive body, driving you nearer and nearer to the cliff of pleasure your wolf desperately needs to dive off of.

Omega heats are pathetic, you think to yourself as your knees buckle: only being held up by Hongjoongs weight pressing you into the tree as he gives you satisfaction you're incapable of giving yourself.

Thankfully, all too soon, your pleasure reaches its peak and you tumble over it, gushing on his fingers and clinging to him as he kisses the healing mark his teeth left. He wraps his free arm around your back, holding your waist tightly as you tremble. "That's it, Doll..." His voice raises bumps on the flesh of your shoulder, his heavy breaths fanning them.

You can feel his length hard against you, but you're too afraid and too ashamed to acknowledge it and he knows it. But he's content with whatever you give to him in the moment, he doesn't care about his own pleasure as long as his mate is taken care of. He presses his nose into your scent and breathes deeply, letting out a growl as he feels your core clenching.

You feel a sense of dread as you come back to your head fully, watching with wide eyes as he takes his fingers from your shorts and into his mouth. You quickly look away, and hear him chuckling.

"It's okay to want us, Pretty. We're your mates. We want you just as bad."

You share a moment of sincere eye contact before your tears blur his image. "I'm afraid." You confess in a short huff, breathing in the soft wind that surrounds you.

"Of what? We'll never let anything hurt you." His voice holds a simple directness, he means every word he says and he doesn't see the need to be poetic with it. He just wants to convey the truth to you. "Anyone looks at you the wrong way and I'll gut them. I'll put their head on a pike to show everyone else not to fuck with you."

With his body once again pressing into you, albeit with a softness that wasn't found in your last heated moment, you find yourself looking down to avoid his wild eyes. He can smell a bittersweet spike of fear in your scent, and his brows furrow together.

"I'm afraid of you... and of Seonghwa. You frighten me. You don't-" You bite your tongue before you let your emotions speak for you. After a moment, you break your silence, "you don't even know me... and it scares me what you're willing to do. You're criminals. And if... if you don't find me a suitable mate that I'll be next on your list of victims. I didn't ask for this, Hongjoong... I didn't want this."

His face is stoic for a spell, but his lips slowly curve upward into a bestial grin: followed by the giggles that had haunted your dreams after the first time you heard them. "Oh, (Y/n)," he snickers, eyes closing with the force of his laughter. It rings out in the silent night and mocks you. What could he possibly be finding so funny about your legitimate fears?

His body collapses into you as he laughs manically, making you freeze with a cry- your body trying to make itself small. You close your eyes, taking sniveling breaths as you will yourself to block out the deranged laughter. "Oh, you're just so adorable!"

"S-stop laughing at me," you whine, attempting to push his weight off of you as the bark begins digging into your back. He doesn't look it, but he's heavy as all get out as he slumps into you.

He grips your wrists as you push at his chest and pins them into the tree with his claws caging them in, all laughter gone in a spilt second as he glares down at you. "Now you listen, Doll," he growls between his teeth, making you cry sharper and clench your eyes tighter. He doesn't like that one bit. "Look at me when I'm talking to you, omega!"

You sheepishly open your eyes, too afraid to disobey him even though he's scaring the living daylights out of you with his mood swings. His eyes slowly return to normal, black fading into nothingness at the sight of your fearful eyes.

"Now you listen close, yeah?" He speaks softer than before, kicking your feet apart to stand between them and get closer to you. "You don't quite understand, I think... We could fucking smell you the second we rolled into that place. Now, Seonghwa thought it was a trick- a stupid ploy to get us to be tame. But when you walked into the room, oh we knew it was real! Just one wiff of your fresh scent and my wolf was clawing to get out. Even with that stupid blocker in your neck, we could smell you and that's how we knew. Other alphas won't even understand so it's okay that you don't. But, Doll, you were made for us, and we were made for you. The moon cut us from the same cloth, three pieces from the same puzzle. You were ours the second you were born, and we were yours. We are each others. We are each other. Mind, body, soul, and wolf, we belong to one another. So don't think for a second that we don't know you, okay? We are you. We'll chase you to the ends of the goddamn Earth if we have to. So don't ever fucking say some shit like that again, got it?! I would break open my chest and shove you inside if that's what it took to keep you safe. I'd walk on my hands and knees for eternity if that's what it takes to make you happy! So don't say some shit like that again, am I understood? You are our mate and we will treat you as such, nothing less than a Goddess among wolves and we the Gods that rule beside you. Do you understand?"

You're too busy sobbing, your small sniffles having grown into full blown fat tears and cries during his monologue, to answer him. He withdraws his claws and your arms fall limp to your side. His palms are warm and comforting on your cheeks even as he says firmly, "nod if you understand."

And all you can do is nod pathetically.

˚➶ ｡˚ PART TWO END ˚➶ ｡˚

#yandere fic #smut fic #ateez fic #yandere ateez #ateez matz #ateez au #ateez smau #park seonghwa #yandere seonghwa #seonghwa smut #kim hongjoong #yandere hongjoong #hongjoong smut #ateez smut #ateez x reader #yandere ateez x reader #yandere x reader #werewolf au

499 notes · View notes

rhys-writes-some-shit · 3 months

Note

Thank you so much for the QP Alastor best friend Lucifer fic, I'm now so invested in reader and Lucifer's friendship so I was wondering if you could write some pure and fluff filled bestie headcanons on them. I feel like they would be such chaotic ride or die meanwhile Alastor and Charlie are both like, these two can never be left alone together.

I gotchu. Wrote these in 20 minutes, I'm going insane :)

Bestie Lucifer Headcanons

(ft. mentions of Alastor x Reader QPR)

🐤 You and Lucifer hit it off as BFFs right away.

🐤 You live for Lucifer's goofball energy and he uses your scemblance of responsibility to your advantage.

🐤 One time the two of you claimed be going out to advertise the hotel, but you really just put up a few fliers at Lu Lu World before going on all the rides at least twice.

🐤 Lucifer loves to send you pictures of ducks.

🐤 Similarly, you love to send Lucifer pictures of snakes.

🐤 bonus points for either of you if it's a Sinner demon or a stuffed animal.

🐤 Lucifer usually gets really depressed around the anniversary of Lilith leaving him, so you do everything in your power to help.

🐤 If he's locked himself in his room, you find a way in and make towers with his ducks.

🐤 if he's not communicating, you send him gifs until he replies, leading to entire conversations made up of gifs.

🐤 If you're ever not doing well and Al isn't around to cheer you up, Lucifer will take matters into his own hands.

🐤 He'll purposefully makes dad jokes because he knows they crack you up.

🐤 He'll watch TV with you into the early hours of the morning, no matter what it is.

🐤 If things are really bad, he'll even (begrudgingly) turn on Alastor's radio show for you, which always has a way of making you feel better.

🐤 The two of you are major cuddlers, so you're constantly snuggling with each other.

🐤 lots of hugs and the occasionally hand holding

🐤 It's gotten to the point where people think you've ditched the Radio Demon for the King of Hell, which has led to some very violent altercations.

🐤 Neither of you are allowed in the kitchen without Alastor or Charlie. Neither of you can cook. Both of you love cooking. Enough said.

🐤 On top of that, someone has to keep an eye on you when Alastor and Charlie are out of the hotel.

🐤 There was once an incident with trampolines that ended with a very stern lecture from Vaggie.

🐤 The two of you will get up to so many shenanigans, nobody can ever guess what will happen next.

🐤 As annoying as your friendship can be to them, Alastor and Charlie are both happy to see the two of you getting along.

🐤 (Even if Alastor wants to murder Lucifer where he stands from time to time)

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanfiction #alastor x reader queerplatonic #lucifer x reader #lucifer x reader platonic #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel headcanon #hazbin hotel alastor #at this point I don't know how I'm passing my classes #i'm going feral #ngl

271 notes · View notes

fangirlingpuggle · 8 months

Text

Half asleep dumb Bleach AU where Quincy war goers really bad and they have to pull a time travel fix it but the only 2 strong enough to not die are Ichigo and Aizen.

The 2 ending up in the turn back the pendulum arc and Aizen instantly goes into full xanatos gambit mastermind planner mode... only to realize that is fucking impossible when you are working with Ichigo Kurosaki.

Every time he thinks he has found a way to create a long plan that will result in the Quincy end (And maybe himself as the soul king or all powerful) he turns around and Ichigo has already completely changed the time line AGAIN! Totally fucked up someones tragic backstory and he just takes a deep breath throws all his planning in the bin and has to go back to the drawing board (Since he can't actually murder Ichigo... he's tried)

Ichigo isn't trying to change much he doesn't have any grand plan just kill Yhwach, make sure his friends are safe and don't let Aizen do anything to Aizeny.

He ends up bonding with Gin, because Gin sees how powerful Ichigo is and more importantly how much he pisses off Aizen. He basically becomes Ichigo's shadow and just makes everything 10x more chaotic.

It becomes worse when Byakuya joins in he sees Ichigo shunpo at a speed that puts Yoruchi to shame and pretty much insists he teach him. And thus Ichigo has 2 shadows who mange to fuck up everything Aizen tries to plan.

(They disappear for a few days and Ichigo has somehow become king of Hucheo mundo no ones even sure how, there's also an adjuchas grimmjow following Ichigo around either trying to kill him or maybe court him no one can tell. Aizen takes one look at this pretty much throws months worth of planning in the bin and then goes and then just disappears into the Senkaimon to scream into the void)

Shinji is confused but he knows Aizen's planning something still he's sure of it and hasn't realized the plans have changed. Ichigo just watches the two for a bit and just turns to Aizen like 'So trying to murder and hollowify the guy you have a huge crush on is taking pigtail pulling to the extreme right?' Gin is dying laughing and Aizen is pissed and not happy because he has been doing fine with repressing and ignoring these feelings for centuries and can keep on doing it just fine thank you very much.

Thus begins Ichigo and Gin trying to match make him because that may make Aizen less crazy evil since Ichigo has watched the man stare all pinning and stupid after Shinji and stop staring at the many many maps and plans he have (most of them Ichigo thinks are plans for trying to murder him) and well it's fucking hilarious. Also he's pretty sure Shinji is just as bad since the man can ramble about Aizen for hours... literal hours Ichigo timed him and not all of it was how he's planning something evil...though a lot of it was.

Plus it's embarrassing to Aizen and hilarious.

#bleach #au #fic prompt #aishin #aizen sousuke #ichigo kurosaki #humor #gin ichimaru #grimmjow jaegerjaquez #aizen x shinji #grimmichi #I am just amusing myself at this point #shinji hirako

380 notes · View notes

fourraccoonsinacoat · 7 months

Text

How the Dark Urge playthrough adds depth to the Astarion romance.

Hello, Tumblr! Welcome to my midnight dissertation on how the Durge romance scene adds a whole beautiful layer to the Astarion romance, because I can't stop thinking nonsense about a fictional character in a video game. Join me.

Also, spoilers ahead for the Dark Urge playthrough...obviously.

So, the Durge romance scene starts with your necrofabulous demon butler, Fel, showing up and saying some shit about your romanced companion.

I should also mention the timeline here, cause that's important. In my Durge playthrough, this scene triggered in the Mountain Pass. So we'd saved the Grove, went wilding in the Underdark, almost got roasted and toasted in Grymforge, couldn't fucking figure out how to get out of the Underdark (thanks for nothing, Halsin), so we go back up top and take the Mountain Pass. We then proceeded to completely miss the creche, stumble into Last Light Inn via being jumped by the Harpers, and save Isobel. (At this point in my playthrough, I knew I'd messed up because we hadn't found the creche, so I backtracked to the Mountain Pass.)

We had barely scratched the surface of the Shadowlands.

So, Fel is there talking shit. And if you're romancing Astarion he says: He is so afraid. So, so afraid. Of everyone, besides you, who he ought to fear most.

This shows that Astarion is already starting to feel ~feelings~ for your Durge, to his great discontent. You're something different, dare he even think it...special. Ew.

Again, this is before the majority of Shadowlands, before all the Thorm drama, way before Moonrise (at least in my playthrough) and That Bitch Araj.

Durge tells Fel to fuck off, and Fel says some more shit and Durge gets a dialog option that says: We are indomitable together. You underestimate us.

And I love that line because it shows Durge thinks of Astarion as an equal. Not something to fix, despite how broken the both of them are. But equal, and stronger because of it (insert some nonsense about two broken things being stronger together as one. It'll break your heart.)

Then, Fel responds to that dialog option with: You are wrong to consider another your equal. So, here is this child of a literal god - Bhaal - considering Astarion an equal. Yes, Durge doesn't know that yet, but I love the headcannon of the litteral child of a murder god looking at Astarion and going, yep I like you, let's go be chaotic and tragic together and maybe help eachother heal in the process.

So, Fel fucks off.

Durge wakes Astarion up and recounts what just happened and Astarion is Astarion about it, but then the Urge takes over and your Durge looses control. You wake up and are tied up by Astarion (but not like that) and he is obviously taking the situation more seriously after presumably seeing you pass out and lose it. Your Durge can pass a saving throw to resist the Urge and express that you understand what he's saying "Whatever this is. It won't win."

His response if you make the save is: "Easy now, darling. You've got this. And I've got you."

And don't tell me this dude doesn't care about Durge at this point, way before he admits it out loud once you get to Moonrise/speak with That Bitch Araj.

So, you get through the night and Astarion cuts you free once you're back in control and admonishes the Durge a bit and says they need to talk.

Astarion tells the Durge that they're not alone in this struggle and that he's there for them. He says "that's not who we are" when referring to the things they both did while under the control of an abusive authority figure. He says "we make our own choices, and you made the right one last night."

I love this whole scene because it really establishes the dynamic between Astarion and the Durge as a supportive one. A lot of Astarion’s romance involves the MC being in the role of the person providing support and reassurance, and I love that about the romance. I love that this masculine character is shown being vulnerable and that a part of his arc involves coming to terms with needing support (as a trauma survivor, myself, who had and still has a lot of toxic independence issues to deal with, I feel you.) But in this scene, we see a completely flipped dynamic that I think really adds a depth to the romance that can go missed if you don't do the Dark Urge playthrough.

Durge is the one in need of support and reassurance here, and Astarion provides it confidently and sincerely. He tells your Durge that they'll get through this, and that he will be there to "make sure" they do.

It's so ride or die, and I love it.

I could go on about all my headcannons in regards to how the Astarion and Durge romance progresses, but this nonsense has really gone on long enough. Apologies for the mindrot, I just adore well written characters.

My point is, go do a Dark Urge playthrough and romance Astarion!

#astarion #astarion bg3 #astarion romance #baldur's gate 3 #astarion x dark urge #baldurs gate astarion #bg3 astarion #baldur's gate fanfiction #astarion headcanons #dark urge headcanons #the dark urge #bg3 durge #bg3 spoilers #astarion x durge #when i say these characters live rent free in my head

305 notes · View notes

beanghostprincess · 5 months

Note

I really loved your hc about Sanji meeting Yassop and Usopp meeting Zeff and I start to think about like-

What about this with Zosan, Lusan and Lawsan?? This will be SO funny and perfect-

Just hear me: (and yes, this will be with our queen Trans!Fem Sanji)

Mihawk and Zoro going to a dinner with Sanji and Zeff because both want to know their child partner

Shanks going to Baratie 'cause Luffy insisted, and Sanji going too just to say a 'hello!' to her father and properly give the notice she's dating her captain (Luffy forgot to tell this to Shanks and he just discover he was knowing the father of his son's girlfriend when they already are in Baratie)

Law going because Sanji wanted him to know Zeff, and even hating to interact too much, he acepts because he knows how much this mean to her

And like, how you think they will react about the thing of Zeff eating his own FUCKING leg??

Okay, this is really funny- The chaos. Just imagine the chaos. Gonna try to put my thoughts into words (<- Literally a fucking writer. I'm just tired today don't blame me).

Please assume the OP world here is exactly the same but Mihawk and Shanks actually raised Zoro and Luffy. Somehow. Don't ask me how. They see them as their fathers. Zeff and Sanji's story is still the same because they're canonically family lmao. And also Transfem!Sanji as you said btw bc I love my princess.

─┉┈◈Zosan◈┈┉

The thing about Mihawk and Zoro going to a dinner with them is that Zoro and Sanji would try to behave but they would end up arguing in front of them anyway because that's just how they are and Mihawk and Zeff would end up talking alone about them tbh. Zeff offers Mihawk one of his best wines and Mihawk is- Well, you already know how Mihawk is. Their conversation is pretty polite but they keep drinking while the other two are in the background fighting for some meaningless bullshit like: "YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO GET HERE FIFTEEN MINUTES AGO, STUPID MOSSHEAD" / "OKAY SO IT'S MY FAULT THAT THE SEA IS VERY ROUGH TODAY AND THE SHIP ALMOST SINKS" / "LIAR!! I'M SURE YOU JUST GOT LOST".

And it's uhhh chaotic. But there's passion and Sanji is mad because she cares about him meeting Zeff and Zoro is frustrated but actually trying to calm down. Zeff and Mihawk are very fond of tough love and passionate couples so these two fighting just means they have strong feelings for each other. However, they end up making up and sitting down with their fathers while they tell anecdotes and try to get to know each other better. Mihawk and Zeff are intimidating af and I'm like 100% sure that Zoro would be scared of Zeff at some point bc he would look at him with that look of "If you hurt my daughter I'm killing you" and Zoro is, for once in his life, scared of a cook. Then that silly topic of "Oh, yes, I ate my own leg to save this little shit of a daughter from starving to death" comes up.

Zoro almost chokes on his food and Mihawk stares at Zeff for a while, looks down at his leg, squints his eyes at him and says: It certainly is a really admirable doing. And just out of mere curiosity, was it good-

Zeff: A little bit of seasoning and less pain would've helped

Sanji: DAD, WHAT THE FUCK

Zoro: Curly, you didn't tell me your dad was cool

Sanji: OH, YES, EXCUSE ME MOSSHEAD FOR NOT TELLING EVERYONE ABOUT MY DAD EATING HIS OWN FUCKING LEG

Mihawk: I say admirable doing because you just met her, right? I would not have done something like this for this bastard right here

Zoro: Thanks, dad

Mihawk: You're welcome I let you and Princess stay with me, don't push it

Sanji: Who's Princess?

Zoro: My sister

Sanji: YOU HAVE A SISTER?

Mihawk: Zoro, you didn't tell your girlfriend about Perona?

Zoro: I forgot

Sanji: I'm going to murder you

And basically, long story short, the night ends pretty well to Sanji's surprise. Mihawk is very nice and polite to her even if he looks pretty dark and edgy, and Sanji can't believe that man raised an idiot like her boyfriend. Then we have Zeff, who shakes Zoro's hand so hard it hurts and whispers in his ear all the atrocities he would do to him if he hurt his precious princess. Things that won't happen, of course. That's why that 'would' is there. But still, he tells him anyway. Just in case.

─┉┈◈Lusan◈┈┉

When Luffy tells Shanks to go to the Baratie together, he doesn't hesitate to say yes because who would refuse to go there? What kind of pirate would he be? Sanji is already there because she decided to go a bit earlier, so Shanks instantly assumes he's just going to have lunch with his son in a very nice place and see Zeff again after a long time. When they get to the Baratie and see that Sanji is there too, Shanks assumes Sanji just stopped by too. A coincidence. He already knows that's Zeff's daughter, btw.

But then Luffy does that thing he always does, running towards someone he loves and hugging them tightly with his legs wrapped around them. And Shanks is just like "Oh, well, that's his usual behavior and he's just greeting his cook" but then they kiss and it's uh, confusing. So Shanks asks what's going on and Sanji is all like "Please, don't tell me you didn't mention this to Shanks" and Luffy just shrugs, turns around, and says "Dad, I'm dating Sanji!" then looks at his cook again smiling and Sanji sighs: "And you obviously didn't tell him this was supposed to be a thing so our dads could talk-"

Shanks: Fuck, am I meeting your dad now? Like, actually meeting him as your boyfriend's dad? That's not- Hey, Anchor, you did not mention this.

Luffy: I'm sorry! But Zeff is reaaaaally amazing!

Shanks: I am well aware that he's amazing but you need to warn me first about this stuff.

Luffy: What? It's just dad stuff-

Shanks: I AM NOT GOOD AT DAD STUFF

Then Zeff appears and Shanks tries to act like a normal father for once (he can't. He fails. It doesn't work) and they actually end up having a pretty calm and fun dinner once he relaxes, remembering that Zeff has always been cool. Luffy is extremely clingy with Sanji, a thing that Shanks already knew but never guessed it was because of them dating. And now that he sees it from a different perspective, it is clear that they're in love, even if Sanji won't stop trying to push the kid away because he's obsessed with sitting close to her and eating food from her hands and things like that. Little shit has a more stable love life than him. That's depressing.

Their laughter and joyful voices fill the whole empty restaurant and Shanks and Zeff are already a bit drunk while Sanji is dragged by Luffy to sit on his lap. And it would be embarrassing but it's not like their dads are looking at them, too caught up in their own anecdotes and stories.

Then Shanks asks how Zeff met Sanji because he knows that's not his biological daughter. He remembers Zeff telling him about his little princess years ago when Sanji was still at the Baratie and Shanks stopped by to eat with his crew. And of course, Zeff explains what happened. Their shared dream and everything. Luffy isn't really listening because he already knows the story and is too focused on his girlfriend right now. Zeff tells them about the leg thing, and Shanks starts laughing so, so fucking loud and hysterically:

Shanks: I DID THAT TOO

Zeff: You did what, too?

Shanks: Don't you notice something missing? Perhaps on the left side of my torso? There hanging? Well- Nothing hanging, actually

Zeff: You did not-

Shanks: I did not, but I lost this useless thingy saving this bastard right here

Sanji: You said you're not good at dad stuff but that's a pretty dad thing to do, huh?

Shanks: I guess so, yeah. We have more things than I thought in common, Red Leg!

Luffy: Except for cooking. Your cooking is awful.

Shanks: My cooking is amazing, Anchor, thank you very much.

Luffy: THAT'S NOT TRUE! YOU ONLY HEATED UP WHAT MAKINO MADE FOR ME

Shanks: But I did a good job!

Anyway, they surprisingly have a very nice and warm meal together without Shanks or Luffy being as chaotic as Sanji thought they'd be. When they're heading out, Zeff just pats Luffy on the shoulder and tells him to take care of his princess and appreciate her food or else he'll make him clean the dishes again but this time for years, quite literally speaking. Shanks sees the couple holding hands when they get out of the restaurant, the redhead staying behind for a second to speak to Zeff. But Shanks is already at that point of drunkness where he starts having a breakdown and he's like "Why does my kid have a girlfriend and my husband left me?????? This is so unfair. They love each other so much, Red Leg, look at them!!!!!!!" and Zeff is like "They're young and stupid too, but they'll grow up. You still haven't. Please get out of my restaurant before you make my onions cry."

─┉┈◈Lawsan◈┈┉

Law doesn't want to meet Zeff, that much is clear. He is not good at meeting new people and even less meeting father figures because God knows he doesn't have a good memory of how his relationship with his dad ended (Rip Cora-san, we miss you). But he goes anyway because Sanji keeps insisting and saying that it's important to her, and of course, Law can't say no to her. Well, actually Sanji just tells him that if he comes with her to the Baratie, she'll wear the Soba-Mask suit (Stealth Black or whatever, Sanji refuses to say those words so-) again for him some time and Law accepts almost instantly. Fucking simp.

So they go to the Baratie and Law is dressed in a white shirt and actual, proper, and almost elegant clothes because Bepo said he needed to do it in order to give a good impression, and Law, deep down, just wants Sanji to be happy. And if getting along with her dad will do it, having to deal with this torture for a few hours is worth it.

Sanji keeps telling him not to worry about Zeff because, even if it's a big step in their relationship, her dad is just a bit scary but a good guy, after all. He will like Law once he knows how much he cares about her too! But Law isn't worried about that, he just fucking sucks at social interactions. Free the introvert from having to socialize, please, he just wants to stay with his girlfriend alone and cuddle and infodump about silly little things and comics. This is highly bad for his mental health (getting out and talking to people).

But, well, turns out Zeff is actually a great guy. Even though at first he looks at his daughter intensely and says: "Why the ex shichibukai of all people? This guy looks depressed too. Have you eaten, kid? You look like a starving man. He looks like a starving man, sweetheart. You're not dating an emo bastard who does not eat" and ends up having an argument with Sanji... He's fun to be around, once he settles for feeding Law everything he can cook. And Law isn't complaining but decides not to mention how much he hates bread because he feels that sentence will end up with him dead on the floor.

However, Sanji is the one mentioning that after a while of seeing Law forcing himself to eat bread, rolling her eyes and taking it from his hands to eat it herself. And Zeff is just like "You should've said so earlier, son! Just eat whatever you like. I feed people for them to enjoy the food, goddamnit!" and Law can only nod and keep eating.

And they actually end up getting along when they start talking more and more. Law starts actually laughing and smiling a little bit and Zeff pats him in the back from time to time whenever he mentions stuff he has done with his powers. Zeff just finds that hilarious. And Sanji is happy they're getting along, but extremely embarrassed when Zeff starts talking about her childhood (Law is enjoying every second of this). Then the topic of how Zeff met Sanji is brought up, and Sanji doesn't really want Law to hear it because she didn't tell him about the leg thing. And when he finds out, he's just...

Law: You didn't tell me your dad did that for you

Sanji: It's not something I like to explain, y'know? I kind of feel guilty to this day

Zeff: You're such a cry baby, Eggplant. I already told her countless times I chose to do that and it ended up saving us both! What's the problem?

Sanji: Shut up, old man, you don't get it!

Law: I do get it. The- Uh- Feeling guilty about your dad sacrificing himself. Without Cora-san... I wouldn't be here.

Zeff: Well, kid, I don't know what your father did, but be grateful instead of feeling guilty. I'm sure he's a nice man if he raised somebody who loves my girl this much.

Law: He was a good man, yes. The best. And- I- I do love her. A lot.

Sanji has a moment where she almost cries, but she doesn't!! (She does. She goes to the bathroom and cries).

When they have to go back to the ship, Zeff stops Law and says:

Zeff: You might need to eat more, that much is clear, kid. But you take care of her and that's good enough for me.

Law: Thank yo-

Zeff: But you also strike me as someone who would die for her and even though I do appreciate the effort because I would do the same, don't die on her, got it? And eat more. Eat what she makes, actually. And you also should check if you're celiac.

Law: I'm a doctor. I know I'm not-

Zeff: Then stop bitching around and eat bread like a man, for fuck's sake.

And, you know, Zeff might be a bit intimidating but he is, after all, a good man just like Cora was.

#this was really fun to write #they all love sanji #i love sanji too #and also they're so iwenfjksndf #the lawsan one ended up being kind of sad #but y'know the other two are funny #one piece #black leg sanji #roronoa zoro #monkey d luffy #trafalgar d water law #red haired shanks #dracule mihawk #red leg zeff #zosan #lusan #lawsan #that lil bit hint of shuggy bc i can't control myself

164 notes · View notes

leavemebetosleep · 15 days

Note

do you have any good fluttercord fic recs?

OH BOY DO I. In no particular order (except of when I thought of them):

1: Non-Entity by Captain Wuzz: An AU in which, instead of being turned to stone, Discord was shot in the head with a magic arrow that takes away his sentience and magic for a 1,000 years. Fluttershy mistakes him for a wounded animal and brings him home. I loved it so much.

2: Chaotic Neutral by C-Puff: The magic is starting to fade from Equestria, and the Main 6 and Discord go on an adventure to find out why, and reverse it. A bit of AU, in the sense it was written before the show was done, so it diverts in some places because of that. Super sweet, and I love the character development here.

3: Time is Taller than Space is Wide by Dott. Can also be read on Ao3 if you prefer. Soulmate AU (?) fic with a Groundhog Day style twist. I rarely see fics play with the idea of what if Fluttershy and Discord's friendship had started when they first met, so this is fun.

4 & 5: Blank and it's sequel Reconnection by @geekcat. Can also be read on fanfic.net. AU in which, before Discord can choose friendship over ruling Equestria, Twilight remembers a "reformation" spell. He is stripped of his free will, and Fluttershy does her best to bring him back. If you don't like the idea of Twilight being a villain, you might not like this one, but I think her villain arc in this is done in a perfect way for her character. It's super heart wrenching in many places, but in a good way.

6: Our Fair Lady of the Chaos Lord, also by GeekCat Can also be read on fanfic.net. Fairy tale inspired AU in which Fluttershy is a princess who's father is pressuring her to marry noble knight Sir Big Mac. Wanting to be sure he's a good person, she makes a deal with the Chaos Lord, letting herself be "kidnapped" so she can test his character. You can guess who she falls for instead. Honestly I've enjoyed all of GeekCat's fics, so they're getting an extra mention. Check out the rest of their fluttercord fics if you like any of these.

7: The Draconequus with the Dragon Tattoo by A M Shark This is a major case of, strange premise, kick ass results. Basically an AU based off Girl with the Dragon Tattoo by Steig Larsson, with Discord as Lisbeth, and Fluttershy as an amalgamation of Mikael and several other characters, but focusing more on the murder mystery aspect of that book, and less on the...everything else. If you're familiar with GwtDT, don't worry, there's no rape scenes. Again, it's more about the murder mystery part. If you're not familiar with GwtDT, then don't worry again, because you don't need to know the original to enjoy it. It's just Discord and Fluttershy playing detective and solving a murder together. It has two sequels, but I haven't read them yet, and it didn't feel right to rec something I haven't read.

8: The Corpse Bride by Bad Horse. Dark fic. No relation to the Burton movie. Fluttershy dies in a tragic accident, and Discord brings her back from the dead as his zombie wife. Her friends (sans Pinkie) are horrified. Has a fantastic twist ending. If you like some of the darker stuff, def worth a read.

Bonus: Comic rec: The Last Adventure by Eveeka. Taking place after the final defeat of Tirek, Cozy, and Chrysalis, Discord gets into a depressive funk after shouldering the hatred from Ponyville citizens for his latest actions, but also because his friends seem to never be available anymore. He starts to think maybe Equestria would be better off without him, as he can't seem to exist with out making everyone miserable, and decides to hide away in the Everfree forest. Fluttershy, worried when he doesn't show up for tea, asks her friends for help, only to discover there's a monster running lose there he and the rest of Equestria might be in danger from. This fic has two endings, so keep reading even when it seems like it's over. You've got one more ending left. This one nearly made me cry.

#fluttercord #fanfic recs

78 notes · View notes

styleslouis · 5 months

Text

phil is a leader. he delegates wonderfully, he keeps the morale up, he makes sure they all know that the most important part is they are all having fun. he's diplomatic, he listens to them all, but he also stands up for his team. he gets the job done, but he also keeps them grounded.

cellbit as a second in command is strategic. he's single minded, he is competitive and ruthless, he's great at doing the maths and creating realistic plans that can make them win because of the percentages. he's good at understanding the rules of the game and being one step ahead. he knows how to adapt, but he won't feel remorse about playing to win.

foolish is a builder. he knows how to observe from afar and how to think outside of the box. one of his best assets is playing with luck. he found the fastest horse, he finds 90 diamonds in one single trip, he found the wrecked ship 10 minutes before the time was up by accident. he's adaptable and chaotic and is up to anything they propose.

baghera is the glue that tie them all together. she's a constant presence, she will die to the most random mobs and spend two hours trying to get back to base, but she'll also spend double of that time preparing resources to tasks for everyone else. she's smart and funny and kind but she'll also be the first one to cheer you up when you want to murder or burn things.

charlie is the roleplayer. he's a wildcard. he'll do the tasks and he'll kill people and he'll spend hours mining, but he'll also kidnap an npc just for fun, he'll get emotionally attached to a whale and he'll pole dance to The married man on his team. he'll prioritize having fun and being a breath of fresh air for his teammates.

jaiden is incredible at manipulating and working with the cards she's been given. she'll lend the rope to the rival team just to see how far they'll go. she'll play innocent and the victim and end up running away from two kidnappers while getting away with a goblin that will benefit her own people. she knows how to play two different sides and, in the end, finish with a win for her own, third side.

carre is isolated from the team for most of the time, be it bc of language barrier or bc he doesn't know them that well yet, but he knows how to best spend his time. he will mine as much as he can, he'll listen, he's one of the best at fighting. if needed, you can call and he's ready to come running.

etoiles and roier, having arrived later, blended so well with the team. they're both teamplayers first and foremost. they can and will kill people on sight, but they'll also listen to what the others think about it first. they'll follow the rules and they'll have fun and they'll grind and they're more than capable and they'll give their all to make people happy. they'll make all of their efforts be worth it.

ironmouse and maxo, also arriving later, have all the right vibes for the team. she'll throw herself into the fire and she'll play death matches with baghera and she'll wear the gas mask even before she was choosen to be with them. he'll die to ten different mobs and get killed by his ex and he'll refuse to drink the medicine for rp purposes and he'll bring a giant bomb to the island. they belong.

#a little bit about team BOLAS??!?#and what i love about each of them #team bolas #qsmp #qsmp purgatory #team red #idk what the tags are??#my stuff txt

180 notes · View notes

silvervioletvalentine · 1 year

Text

❣️lavender haze❣️

Pairing: Charles leclerc X single mom Cherrie!

Word count: 14k

Summary: in which it’s hard to hate someone who fits into your chaotic family perfectly.

Cherrie could only look at her assistant In absolute shock, mouth dropping open in disbelief as she looked around the now, mostly empty room to see if anybody else was hearing this bullshit.

Because surely she wasn't hearing what she thought she was hearing , there was absolutely no way.

Right?

She blinked quickly, hands pressed firmly to her hips as she shot her irritated glare over to the bane of her existence instead. Deciding to blame him instead, because there was no way that her sweet assistant and close friend . Was the one that had brought this hell upon her, no way.

Not when she and the rest of the whole fucking world knew how much she despised him. No way!

"What did you do?!" She snapped at Charles immediately before he could even think to breathe in her direction. Gritting her teeth when he slowly turned back around from where he had been trying to creep away out of the room, already knowing just how she was about to react.

He himself wasn't taking the news very well, but that was the difference between him and his teammate. He could calmly just go with the flow and nod along , Cherrie could not.

I mean, for fucks sake, her motto in life was get mad and get even! What the hell were their team thinking with this idea?! Were they trying to make sure that he would never have babies in the future? Because that was what was going to happen if he stood too close to a furious Cherrie right now!

He looked over at her in equal annoyance, huffing loudly. Immediately offended by her assumption that this whole idea was his fault! It was definitely not! He wasn't asking to be murdered by a insane, hot tempered , mouthy woman who had balls of steel. Just on her chest instead!

"I didn't do anything! Do you really think that I would willingly demand to spend more time that I need to with you?!" He snapped back at her , glaring at her hatefully. Easily falling into their usual nasty back and forth.

A game of who could last the longest in a battle of insults and shouting until one of them stormed off and cried themselves to sleep. And well, it definitely wasn't Cherrie , he'll tell you that much!

He didn't think he had ever even seen her shed a single tear! She didn't cry, she smacked the shit out of people instead. How on hells planet could they think that arranging for them to travel the whole week together was a good plan? Did they honestly think that the two of them were going to escape this little trip unscathed?

Charles would count it lucky if he made it out with both of his legs still attached! She was terrifying!

Angelina, Cherrie’s assistant and friend , was stood a little behind them as she rolled her eyes and groaned to herself in misery . Sick of the sight of the two teammates always arguing . Which was also the exact reason that their principal had suggested this little bonding trip in the first place, to try and help them to get along a little better.

Because it didn't look good for the team to have two drivers that couldn't go a minute without arguing and without Cherrie threatening him in some way or another.

A lot of people liked to say that Cherrie had gotten her hot temper and bad attitude from her dad, who was also a former world champion in his prime before he retired. He had a reputation of taking not shit and doing whatever the hell he wanted, including telling many a man who he simply didn't like , to fuck off before he made them.

The Ferrari team almost had horrific flashbacks the day that they watched his daughter turn to look at Charles, her new teammate at the time, with a look on her face that could kill even the strongest man.

Utterly furious because Charles had accidentally blocked her from passing him on the track, she had took it upon herself to let him know just how unhappy she was with him in that moment .

It had taken three members of their team to separate them when the screaming match and pointing accusing fingers at each other had begun , thus from that day on a nasty relationship between the two of them had been born.

Simply because of one missunderstanding , Charles now had to deal with a hot headed teammate who couldn't stand the sight of him at all. At first he had tried to apologise to her, tried to make things right between them. Because at the end of the day she was his teammate and he had honestly wanted to be friends, he had admired her since their karting days and always dreamed of working side by side with her like this.

But that had all went to shit the moment he felt his blood stir and skin prickle whenever she so even as much glanced at him. She got underneath his skin and suddenly he couldn't shut his mouth up.

It baffled the rest of the drivers and their friends , because Charles was not a confrontational man. He hated arguing and he didn't get into fights, didn't even argue with his own team when they were wrong. He was the more polite and calm one, the man that wouldn't even step on a fly.

So they could only watch in absolute disbelief as Charles snapped back at her all the time with childish and petty comments , knowing for a fact that Cherrie would want the last word between them. Sometimes they argued and bickered for hours and once Charles had even gotten into the passenger seat of her car just so they could continue arguing before they went go home.

He didn't know why he did it or why he just couldn't stop himself from stirring the pot and making their already tense and flammable relationships worse. He didn't understand why every time he saw her infuriatingly pretty face in front of him, he had to go over to her and bother her until she snapped at him to fuck off. starting yet another argument between them when Charles refused to fuck off like she demanded.

Was some of this tension and prolonged nastiness his fault? Maybe. A little bit. But she started it and now it was as though neither of them wanted it to end! Neither one of them would put their pride aside and just apologise to each other and move on.

And well, their team had enough of seeing them at each other's throats and put their plan in motion.

They were to spend a week together , handing them a camera and telling them to film a few pieces of their days together so they could show the fans that the two teammates didn't hate each other. (They did) and so they could put up this United and totally false front that everything was okay between them, that they totally didn't hear Cherrie regularly cuss him out over the radio at nearly every race.

And they totally didn't watch Charles deliberately mutter things that he knew would piss her off mid conference , smirking to himself when she would pause her talking just to glare over at him and tell him to 'say it again to her fucking face this time you prick!' Her words exactly.

Now both of them were stuck in a situation that neither of the two drivers wanted to be in. Both glaring at each other and both refusing to give in.

"You can't expect me to do this Angelina!" She turned to whine to her assistant instead, placing her hands over her heated cheeks stressfully.

"I'll kill him! And I'm too pretty for prison! Plus, do they even do vegan food in jail? I wouldn't last! Why are you doing this to me? Why?!" She groaned out in misery , genuinely feeling sick at the thought of travelling with Charles to her home too.

She didn't want him there! Didn't want him in a space that was just her own! Didn't want to give him anymore blackmail material.

Hell, she hasn't been home in a while, had she even cleaned the dishes before she left? What if angel's toys were still scattered around the floor? Charles would definitely fall over them and probably break his stupid ankle and then open his big , stupid mouth and blame her for it. He'd probably say she did it on purposes too!

And This was the first time in a two weeks that she was going to be able to see her baby again. She didn't want Charles there for it! Didn't want her baby to see the way that her mother was a little bit of a cunt whenever her teammate was around. That wasn't a very good influence for her to witness at all!

God! This couldn't get any worse!

Meanwhile , while Cherrie was having her little breakdown in the corner . Charles was stood leaning against the wall opposite her and rolling his eyes at her usual dramatics.

"You're being ridiculous! You're not gonna end up in prison.." he breathed out in annoyance, crossing his arms over his chest as he continued to glare over at her.

Cherrie slowly lifted her head and squinted her eyes at him threateningly . "Really? Is that a challenge?" She hissed at him, taking a step towards him.

Charles cleared his throat and darted his eyes away from hers for a moment , a little bit intimidated. Like always. Because thoighbshe may have been pretty, she was scary as fuck when she wanted to be!

He just pursed his lips and didn't answer to her threat. Deciding to be the bigger person. And not at all because he was scared of her. Not at all! Just .. just preserving his voice and his energy for their trip. That's all.

Angelina sighed and shook her head at her friend "I'm sorry Cherrie but you'll just have to push through this and pretend that you like him for a week. I'm sure it'll be okay." She told her with a sympathetic pat to the back, both of them ignoring Charles offended look.

Cherrie paid her scowling teammate no mind. Instead she raked her fingers through her hair with a upset frown.

"I can't! I'm a terrible liar! The hatred will show on my face Angelina!" She whined again. Pouting like a child.

Charles had enough of her speaking about him like he wasn't even there. He scoffed and reached for her arm, dragging her along to the exit door with him to get this shit on the road .

The sooner they started their trip, the sooner it would end. With him, hopefully unharmed!

"That's enough! Let's go! We've got a three hour drive to Paris first! They've booked us some fancy hotel." He instructed her firmly , still dragging her cursing ass along.

Cherrie yanked her arm from his grip and gave his back a shove, nearly sending him flying into the nearest flower pot outside the doors.

She glared over her shoulder at her assistant who was just casually waving goodbye with a sly smile on her face as she watched the two of them shove at each other like little kids, refusing to let the other one out of the door first.

It took a minute but Cherrie managed to trip Charles up and quickly push past him, smirking smugly to herself as she glanced behind her to see her teammate glaring at her as he pulled himself away from the bush she had shoved him into.

"Keys!" She demanded to him, holding out her hand impatiently.

Charles looked at her like she was insane , scoffing loudly as he stomped past her over to his Ferrari. Hearing her quickened steps behind him as she repeated her demand again.

"No fucking way! You're not driving my car! I'm driving!" He argued . Getting into the drivers seat and looking at her through the passenger side window as she refused to get in.

Cherrie rose a eyebrow at him, titling her head. "I'm driving! I am not spending the next three and half hours fiddling my fucking thumbs Charles! Get out and pass me the keys now!" She snapped at him, not giving in.

Charles narrowed his eyes at her, gritting his teeth. "Get in! Stop being so stubborn! You're making this trip even longer!" He shouted at her, already feeling his blood boil just at the sight of her arrogant , stupidly pretty face trying to tell him what to do.

Let her drive his Ferrari? Was she mad? There was in hell that he was ever letting her behind the wheel of his precious car. No fucking way!

Cherrie put on the same face that she gave her toddler whenever she was doing something wrong , only scarier. Eyes hard and voice firm as she tapped her foot impatiently at him, eyes narrowing as she gritted out one last time.

"Give me the keys Charles. This is the last time I'm asking.." the warning in her voice was clear.

Charles averted his eyes from her glare, shivering slightly .

He swallowed. Christ that poor kid. He thought to himself . She had that pissed off mother stance to a T.

Charles dared to shake his head no "no! I'm driving! End of discussion!" He said.

Silence. Tense . Terrifying silence .

Then Charles slowly glanced over to her again and groaned loudly as he saw the look on her face, instantly caving in. He got out of the drivers seat with a loud , pissed off huff, practically throwing the keys at her as he got into the passenger seat of his own car in angered silence.

Cherrie just smugly smirked to herself as she got into the drivers seat with a pleased little sigh , turning on the engine as she glanced over at a pouting Charles in amusement.

He was refusing to even look at her. Mortified by how one hard stare from her had him crumbling like a nervous little boy. Christ. If his friends could see him now... He would never live it down.

They were already teasing him for the way he couldn't leave her alone. Already gave him shit for the way he would vocally go against her in public but do exactly as she demanded in private.

Now was no different.

Why is it always the prettiest ones that are the most batshit crazy ones? It really wasn't fair!

At first glance, you would assume that she could have been a fallen Angel with the Looks she had. Beautiful siren eyes and a button nose, sharp cheekbones and freckles that only ever appeared after a hour in the sun. Big, pouty lips that are permanently flushed a dark pink..

She was the most beautiful woman that Charles had ever seen. But he knew better now.

Because while she may have looked like his dream woman, she was actually the devil in disguise. And honestly she gave him more nightmares than she did dreams!

There was nothing scarier than a beautiful woman's wrath. She had the looks that could kill... literally!

They had been driving for a little over a hour in tense , horrific silence when Charles finally had enough.

Glancing away from the window , where he had been stubbornly facing for the last hour . And over to Cherrie instead , seeing her pursed lips and tense shoulders, he sighed loudly.

"You're driving too slow." He muttered to her moodily , arms crossed over his chest . Keeping his eyes on the side of her face, watching the way her eye twitched and jaw tightened when he spoke.

Smirking to himself where she tightened her fingers around the wheel in a death grip, inhaling deeply.

She didn't even look at him as she spoke lowly "I'm driving safely." She corrected him.

Charles groaned "you're driving like a old woman! You're gonna turn a three hour drive into a five hour one at this rate!" He complained. Exaggerating completely .

Because honestly, she was driving just fine and at a good pace. Charles was just bored and wanted to annoy her again. Not liking the silence that had settled between them, it made him uneasy.

Whereas bickering was a familiar thing between them and when she scoffed at his audacity, he could feel his own shoulders relaxing again.

"Shut up! Unlike you Charles, I have somebody waiting for me at home." She took a low blow at his constant singleness. "I have to be safe for Angel! I can't be a good mother if I'm a dead one!"

Ouch.

Charles took a deep breath and decided to look over her jab at his love life (it didn't exist. Not since he had met her. He chose not to think about why he couldn't even look at another woman or why she was all that was on his mind.)

Instead he looked at her a little curiously , still finding it hard to believe that the woman who often threatened to run him over with his own car was the same woman that was a mother to a adorable little two year old.

"I still can't believe that you have baby ." He admitted to her quietly , still remembering the pure shock he had felt when she took a year leave with a 'medical issue' only to return not even a year later with a cute little baby strapped to her.

Charles had thought he was dreaming when she walked into the Ferrari lounge with a baby. He had only been able to watch from afar as she casually talked to the mechanics as though nothing was strange at all.

Charles had been too scared to go over to her or even see the baby up close . Knowing how much she despised him had kept him away.

Instead he kept up with her life on Instagram . Seeing the cute pictures she posted of Angel all the time , and even ones of the two of them together at home . A completely different image to the tough, ice woman that he worked with.

It was hard for him to digest. Unable to put the two of them together as the same damn woman. It was just...weird . honestly.

Cherrie glanced over at him with a frown "what? Why not?" She muttered confused to what he was going on about.

Charles just shrugged a little "I mean .. I can't picture you being all soft and cuddly. Or playing dolls and braiding hair.. I only know you as someone that pulls hair out and kicks anyone who even try's to hug you.." he told her honestly, his cheeks flushing with colour for some reason .

Unable to meet her eyes for very long once he noticed the look she was giving him. Chewing on the inside of her cheek as she contemplated her answer , feeling a little weird talking to Charles about her life at all.

The two of them had never really just talked... all they did was argue. Cherrie didn't even think that she knew what his favourite colour was. And he didn't know hers either. They just weren't that close. Not like that at least.

"It's different when I'm at home. I leave work at work... plus Angel is my baby. She's everything to me. And I love her. So.. I don't know. I'm not some aggressive asshole all the time Charles.." she muttered not really knowing how to explain herself, awkwardly pulling at her necklace once she was finished speaking.

Charles slowly nodded his head, picking at a thread in his jeans as he glanced over to her again.

"I know but.." he trailed off as he caught the way the sun steamed through the window and highlighted her face. His breath catching in his throat for a moment.

He fumbled for the camera that their team had given them in his lap, quickly turning it on and pointing it in her direction . Filming her just as the light hit her perfectly .

Cherrie glanced at the camera with a frown . Giving him a startled look.

He flushed "we've got to film remember? Just- just thought we could start it now. To tell them what we're doing and we're we are going." He lied, stammering slight over his excuse.

Because there was no way in hell that Charles was going to admit that he wanted to capture how beautiful she looked driving with the sun beaming down on her perfectly. That was a secret he would keep forever.

Cherrie hummed in understanding, smiling at the camera as she realised that he was right. They needed to her some footage at least, otherwise their team would kill them.

"We're going to Paris for the night before heading down to mallory.." she told the camera as she concentrated back on the road .

Charles looked at her in confusion “mallory?"

She laughed a little "yeah. It's a smaller place on the outside of France. It's where I live . A very beautiful place , nice and quite." She told him before nodding to the tripod attached the car. "Put the camera on there, you need to be in the frame too!" She said.

Charles did as she said before leaning back in his seat, glancing between the camera and a humming Cherrie beside him. Fidgeting a little awkwardly in his seat.

"I've never heard of it. I always just assumed that you lived in Paris.. you're always here." He said to her, thinking about all the press photos and video he had seen of her in Paris. He just assumed it was because she lived there.

She shook her head , laughing a little. Missing the way his eyes dilated and his stare froze on her smiling lips as she laughed. Not used to seeing her do that around him.

His stomach fluttered and cheeks flushed as he quickly glanced away from her and back to the camera instead .

"No, no. I just have friends there. I like to party with them in Paris when I'm free. I do love it here but ..it's too busy and I'd never get any peace." She told him honestly , surprised at how easily it was to talk to him normally like this . It made her feel a little uneasy.

Charles hummed in understanding , hesitating before deciding to just ask her what he was thinking .

"Do you- have you thought about moving to Monaco? Most of the drivers have..."

Cherrie shook her head , looking over at him for a moment as she came to stop light . Meeting his eyes and noticing the way he was fidgeting with his sleeve, she relaxed a little in her seat.

Realising that she wasn't the only one that was nervous about spending so much time together.

"I have but.. my dad and mom live here and that's who Angel stays with while I'm racing. I don't just want to upheave her life and have so many changes while she's still so young." She admitted to him, facing the front again when the light went green.

He smiled a little "yeah I get it . Do-it must be hard then. Having to be away from her for so long.. you rarely bring her along to the races too.." he muttered more to himself but she still heard him. "At least.. I haven't seen her around. Unless you've been hiding her from me." He chuckled to make it seem like a joke.

Though there was a big part of him that thought that she just didn't want him meeting her baby, he wouldn't exactly be someone that she wanted in her private life was he?

He wondered why the thought of her going out of her way to avoid him stung so much. He should be used to it by now really.

He knew that she didn't like him. He didn't like her either .. I mean, not really. She got on his nerves and made him want to rip his hair out half the time.

So why did he even care that she didn't bring along her baby to their races and why he hadn't even been introduced. Why would she?

Despite his lighthearted tone, Cherrie caught the way he wouldn't look at her and noticed the darkening flush up his neck and cheeks.

She sighed, feeling guilty . Because she had, maybe a little bit , been avoiding him around the paddock when she was with Angel. She usually just stayed with one of the other drivers until she could go back to her hotel room with her baby and relax .

It wasn't malicious and she hadn't meant to leave him out like that. It was just that she didn't want her baby to witness the two of them arguing like they usually did. That wasn't the example that she wanted to set.

How was she supposed to advocate for kindness when she could bare give any to her own teammate? It was hypocritical.

And as she sat beside a nervous Charles, driving his own Ferrari after making him give her the keys. She felt a little bad.

Fucking hell. She groaned in her head.

"I do miss her and- I've only just recently been comfortable with taking her on a plane. She's nearly three soon and she's a little menace honestly.." she chuckled a little just at the thought of Angel , she was hard work that was for sure.

Charles eyes widened , inhaling deeply. "Wow! Nearly three already? Has it really been that long?" He exclaimed in shock. The years having only felt like months to him.

Had him and Cherrie really spent years arguing? Years! Plural? Fucking hell!

Cherrie laughed loudly , nodding along to his shocked face. Agreeing with him in amusement.

"I knowwww! Don't even .." she shook her head with a grin "I can't believe it either. One day she was crawling and the next days running away at every chance she gets! You should see her... she does this thing we're she.." she giggled loudly mid sentence "she likes to hug people but.. I have to check her after. She once hugged max and when he was gone I found his wallet in her dungaree pocket!"

Charles gasped loudly, breaking into laughter at the thought of max being mugged by a toddler.

"Oh my god!" He giggled along with her , shaking his head in amusement . Grinning at her widely "you've raised a criminal! Should I be worried?" He joked not expecting that he would be meeting her anytime soon.

But he got a shock when Cherrie just smirked over at him . "Just make sure that you hide any money. She's got sticky fingers. You'll see what I mean tomorrow." She said casually as she pulled up to the valet or their hotel for the night.

Charles froze in shock, eyes widening as he looked at her in surprise. Heart flipping in his chest.

"I get to meet Angel?" He breathed out in disbelief. A twinge of excitement hitting him at the thought of finally meeting mini cherrie. Having spent so long just wondering what kind of kid she had.

Did she have her mother's attitude? Did she have her high pitched giggle? Did she have her smile?

There was so many things he wanted to know.

Cherrie just laughed lightly as they got out of the car, handing the keys to the valet as Charles hurried after her into the hotel.

"Yeah, of course. I'm getting her from my dads in the morning. I'm taking her to a few of the races with us. It's time she gets used to it a bit more." She told him simply , pulling him over to the reception to get their room key.

Charles could only stare at the floor to ceiling mirrors silently as she got their key, eyes trained on their reflection. Her arm was still hooked in his own as she talked to the woman behind the desk. Glancing over at him with a pretty smile as she showed him the key card happily .

They looked good together. Was all Charles could think to himself as he followed her to the elevator silently . Stuck in his own running thoughts.

Three years. Was all he could repeat in his head.

Time sure went by fast when you spent it pretending to hate someone.

By the time the sun went down and the stars started to glitter across the sky, the two of them had fallen into a strange silence. Both of them in the same room but thankfully with two different beds.

They had spent the last few hours making awkward small talk in front of the camera before Cherrie finally had enough of it and escaped out to the balcony with a bottle of wine instead.

Leaving Charles in the kitchen on his own as he put the camera up on one of the cabinets so that it was filming him , glancing over to the balcony one last time and getting a glimpse of Cherrie tucked up on a chair with a fluffy dressing gown wrapped around her, on the phone with somebody while she avoided him.

Pursing his lips he turned back around to look at the ingredients he had spread out onto the kitchen counter while looking for something to bake to busy himself with .

"I was going to make some cupcakes but-I Remembered that Cherrie is vegan and.." he gave a small helpless shrug as he read over the recipe on his phone again to make sure that he had everything right in front of him. "I don't know- I found this recipe but I don't know if it'll be any good. I don't really- I don't want to give her food poisoning or anything .. she'll definitely kill me if I do.." he muttered to the camera , stressed.

But then he sighed and gave another shrug , grabbing the ingredients and getting to work.

"But I'll try. And if they turn out shit then this never happened. She'll never know.. I think that-" he paused for a moment to mix the batter he was making together. Double checking the recipe on his phone again.

"They always say that the way to someone's heart is through food right? Like-I don't know.. maybe not with Cherrie." He wondered out loud, honestly forgetting for a moment that this footage was going to be posted on their account for the world to see.

He started to pour the batter into the cupcake tray that he had found . "She's picky though. I once watched her reject a guy just because he bought her flowers.." he smirked a little remembering that day.

He looked straight at the camera in amusement "she has hay fever. So not a very good idea.. she was pissed because she had told him that too. But apparently he didn't think she was serious.." he laughed "he didn't last more than a minute."

"Plus she's not a flowers girl. If I was going to turn up at her door for a first date I'd probably-" he laughed a little to himself, still in his own head as he put the cupcakes into the heated oven.

"I'd probably get her a bottle of raspberry vodka. She loves it.." he muttered before jumping up onto the counter to wait for them to cook, glancing over his shoulder to peer over at the balcony , watching as Cherrie gazed up to the sky with a peaceful look on her pretty face.

He sighed.

About half an hour later Cherrie wandered back inside once it got too chilly for her to sit comfortably in. Glancing around the room as she cautiously wandered into the kitchen to see what Charles was doing, feeling bad for just leaving him on his own when she knew that they were meant to be filming together.

But she just couldn't help it. Being so close to him and knowing that there was no one else around them, that the were going to be sharing the same room, twin beds only a few feet apart ..

It was overwhelming and she didn't know what to do or say. What did she say to man that she had spent the last few years of her life arguing with over petty things?

Just yesterday she had threatened to put laxatives in his drink after he had tripped her up on the way to a meeting. And now she was being forced to take him home with her and to get along with him to make everybody happy .. it was weird . She didn't know what to do.

She was so used to the arguing and insulting , the back and forth , the snide remarks and mean looks to each other.

How was she supposed to just be nice to him? She didn't know how to .

She awkwardly cleared her throat to get his attention , a small , tense smile on her lips as she watched him jump about a foot into the air with a girly scream.

"Holy shit!" He almost squealed in shock, panting as he placed his hand over his racing heart. Looking at her with wide eyes , having been so focused on icing the cakes that he hadn't heard her come in.

"Don't do that! You scared me!"

Cherrie huffed a laugh, tired and little tipsy from the wine she had drank on the balcony. She slowly walked over to him .

"What are you doing? What have you made?" She asked him curiously . Frowning at him when he suddenly stood in front of her and blocked her view of the counter .

His cheeks flushing as he quickly shook his head, not wanting her to witness his attempt at baking her something. It hasn't turned out like the recipe had said it would at all!

They were slightly burned and incredibly dense. Also strangely heavy.. he didn't know what he had done wrong but he didn't want to embarrass himself in front of Cherrie anymore than he already had.

"Nothing! Nothing! Er-" he stammered for a lie, coming up with nothing.

Cherrie watched him nervously ruffle his hair, raising her eyebrow at him in curiosity. Trying to peek over his shoulder to see what had him so fidgety.

"It's obviously something Charles! Let me look!"

He shook his head rapidly "no!"

She groaned and shoved him aside, startling him enough that he moved .

She paused as she glanced down at the plate full of..some type of cake? It was honestly hard to tell. Half of them were white as paper and the other half were burnt. With mushy icing that was slipping down onto the plate in a sticky mess.

She glanced back at Charles, smiling a little to herself once she saw his red face. And The way he wouldn't look at her.

She laughed a little "you tried to make cupcakes?" She guessed. Picking one up cautiously as she tapped the rock hard top in amusement.

Charles peeked over at her anxiously bedore swallowing and shrugging a little. "Er- I made them for you." He muttered , looking away from her again.

Cherrie frowned "I can't have-" she started to tell him that she couldn't eat it but Charles quick cut her off .

"It's Vegan. Probably why it went so wrong." He mumbled , picking at his fingers as he looked stubbornly away from her. Not wanting to see her laugh at him.

But there was only silence as Cherrie looked at him in shock. Glancing back down at the fucked up cupcake with a strange feeling in her chest.

Any joke or insult about his terrible baking dying on her tongue as she swallowed. Feeling a rush of flattery that he had went out of her way to try and make her something like this , just because he wanted to.

No one had ever done that for her before.

So she nudged Charles shoulder gently to get his attention again, smiling at him a little when he cautiously looked back at her.

His eyes growing twice in size as he watch her bring the burnt cake up to her lips, his heart leaping in his throat as he flushed even deeper.

"You don't have to eat it! It's probably horrible! Honestly - I don't even know why-" he started to ramble , completely embarrassed.

But Cherrie just took a bite and chewed carefully, keeping her face neutral even when she got to a particularly weird and oddly salty part of the cake.

Did he mix the salt for the sugar? She wondered to herself , holding back a grimace as she swallowed it down.

She smiled at him, shaking her head gently. "It's not that bad! Really.. it's different ya know?" She told him positively , forcing the rest of the cupcake down just so she didn't have to see the upset look on his face anymore.

Charles brightened , looking at her hopefully. "Really? You like it?" He started to grin , his mood lightening as she smiled at him softly.

Nodding her head as she wiped the crumbs from her mouth, reaching for a bottle of water from the fridge before she choked on how dry it was.

"I do! It's really good. It tasted delicious. You did a good job!" She lied, patting his arm a little awkwardly . Not knowing how to be nice but she was trying. That counted as something right?

Charles flushed , laughing sheepishly as he scratched at his neck shyly.

"Thanks. You really like it?" He couldn't believe it, pride filling him when she picked up another one with a smile.

She swallowed "I do! I'm gonna take this one with me..I'm gonna call my dad to say goodnight and then go to sleep.." she told him quietly , planning to hide the cake in the bin in the bathroom when he was asleep.

Charles smiled at her and nodding in understanding.

“Yeah.. I'll just clean this up and then go to sleep too. We- are you- what time are we picking up angel tomorrow?" He hesitantly asked her.

Not sure if he was allowed to bring up her baby so casually .

But his nerves were for nothing because Cherrie just smiled and said "around ten. We're gonna have lunch with my parents though. Is that alright? We can film a little bit there..."

Charles exhaled shakily, slowly nodding his head. "Yeah. Yeah.. that's good. Goodnight Cherrie.." he muttered , smiling a little at her. Mind racing with thoughts of how their week would go.

As the two of them slowly pulled up at her parents house, Cherrie glanced over to see Charles nervously chewing at his lip as he eyed the front door as though something was going to jump out and attack him.

"You good?" She muttered to him as they got out of the car. Glancing at Charles a little worriedly when she heard him take deep breaths, clearly trying to calm himself down.

It was a little funny that flying around the track at unfathomable speeds didn't scare him. But meeting her parents and her toddler did.

Charles shook out his slightly shaky hands and nodded his head. Putting on a brave face as he hung back slightly behind her as she opened the door and casually walked into the house, motioning for him to follow her.

"Yeah.. is there anything I shouldn't say?" He murmured to her worriedly . I mean, her dad was a legend in f1. But apart from all of his championships he was also known for his hot headiness and bluntness. Just like his daughter.. it was obviously where she had gotten her attitude from.

He could only hope that her two year old wasn't as scary.

Cherrie just laughed and patted his back "he's really nice Charles. Don't overthink it. It's Angel you should worry about.." she muttered in amusement just before hurried steps could be heard coming there way.

Then a loud , excited shriek as a tiny body came flying her way. Cherrie easily bending down to lift Angel up into her arms and spinning her around, kissing all over the Squealing toddlers face.

"Mommy!" Angel gasped loudly with a large toothy grin , wiggling in her arms excitedly . "Mommy!"

Then her dad and mother came around the corner , both of them immediately pulling her into a quick hug as they all laughed at her baby's excitement now that she was home

"She's been talking about seeing the races nonstop." Her dad told her In amusement , proud that his granddaughter was so interested in it too.

Then he glanced beside her to see Charles nervously looking between them, not knowing what to do or say.

Cherries mom, Lola , smiled brightly at him. "Well hello! You must be Charles! Cherrie has told me a lot about you!" She told him , pulling him into a hug as well.

Charles winced "so nothing good then." He glanced at her dad uneasily.

He just snorted and glanced at him with a small

Smirk . "You'd be surprised." Was all he muttered, stopping sharply at the sound of Cherrie hissing at him to shut up.

Cheeks flushing when Charles looked at her confused, having expected her to bash him within an inch of his life to her parents.

Cherrie just cleared her throat and carefully placed Angel back down onto her feet, the toddler glancing up at Charles with big eyes, curiosity on her chubby face.

"Come on! I've got to finish making dinner but you guys head out into the garden!" Her mother ushered them out before demanding her dad to help her in the kitchen.

He did so but not before giving Charles another look, seeming confused at the sight of him.

He then looked at his daughter in amusement "no more blondes?" Was all he joked before quickly leaving the room before Cherrie could even mutter a word.

Charles looked at her confusion "what does he mean?"

She quickly shook her head. "Nothing! Come on!" She quickly left the hall and pulled Angel along to the garden. Charles following them.

Ten minutes later and Charles was sat crossed legged on the blanket that had been laid out on the grass, a plastic tiara on his head as he held onto a tiny teacup in his hand , blinking up at the toddler stood in front of him proudly.

Admiring her work on him, she tapped her little finger against her chin theatrically while Charles glanced behind him to see Cherrie happily sat at the patio table with her dad, not at all worried about her baby dragging Charles away. She had just shooed him off with a knowing smirk , amused at the way Charles had looked between the two of them in shock, amazed by just how Similar they were.

Both demanding and had no problem dragging him about .

Even now as he looked back to the two a half year old stood in front of him, he could only gaze at her in awe. His earlier questions answered.

She had cherries big eyes . The sea , the sky and the stars all one one. With the same cute dimples when she smiled and the same sassy attitude , not shy in her demands in the slightest.

"Mommy makes a better princess than you." Angel told him point blank. Looking unimpressed with him as he struggled to hold onto the tiny teacup properly , almost dropping it underneath her hard stare .

Shit. He smirked to himself a little in amusement. Of course her toddler was just as intimidating as Cherrie was . He really shouldn't have expected any different .

He rose his eyebrow at her, trying not to laugh at the way she was staring him down. An exact replica of her mother who also gave him the same look when he had done something she didn't approve of.

"I'd say you're mommy is more like the queen. Princesses follow orders and she does not." He told Angel seriously , adjusting the bright pink feathered scarf around his neck.

Angel had almost strangled him with it when she pushed him onto the grass and told him that she was going to make him look pretty.

Charles was almost sure that he had seen Cherrie take a photo of him, not doubt to blackmail him with later.

Angel titled her head, gasping loudly. "You're right! Queen mommy.. you're like.." she tapped her cheek again in thought , taking his words very seriously.

She looked him up and down with a scrunch of her tiny nose . "The person that serves her!" She grinned at him toothily.

Charles could only gape at her, insulted at being downgraded from a princess to a god damn servant

"Why can't I be the king?" He wanted to know, looking at her with a offended frown.

Angel just giggled mischievously, plopping down on the blanket in front of him. Dressed in a bright blue sparkly dress, her own crown sitting proudly on her head as she pretended to pour herself a drink from the plastic teapot.

"Cause' mommy doesn't need a king. She can do everything on her own! She told me that men are useless and that if you want something done right , you have to do it yourself!" She proudly informed him, happily snitching on her mother without a single bit of hesitation.

She was like a parrot and just like her mother, she had absolutely no filter at all.

Charles paused with the tiny teacup held in front of his mouth , looking at the toddler in amusement and curiosity.

Glancing back over his shoulder to see Cherrie laughing at something her dad had said , leaning over to him to show him something on her phone.

He watched the way her eyes scrunched up and her dimples deepened as she laughed happily, head thrown back and shoulders shaking as she slapped at her dads shoulder . The two of them giggling like little kids.

He felt his breath hitch at the sight of her smiling like that, quickly looking away with a slight flush to his face .

Nearly flinching as he met Angel's eyes dead on, the toddler already watching him with a grin on her chubby little face. Looking smug at having caught him gazing at her mother with his mouth dropped open.

Kill him now.

He cleared his throat a little "sometimes it's nice to have someone to help you though. Every king needs a queen by his side.." he muttered to her , holding out his plastic teacup for her to pour him another pretend drink .

Angel shook her head with a giggle "but every queen doesn't need a king! Mommy said that men just waste her time." She told him bluntly "I heard her telling grandma."

Charles chuckled, amused by her easily ratting her mother out. Knowing that he was the last person that she would want knowing her business.

But he was too scared to ask Cherrie anything, so he decided that he might as well as her toddler instead.

"Mommy's not had a boyfriend here then?" He asked her curiously, wondering how her being single was even possible.

She was one of the most beautiful women in the world, he had seen the way everyone's eyes were glued onto her figure whenever she walked into a room. She was sight to behold .

But Charles didn't think he had ever seen her even so much as glance twice at any of them. In fact , the last time he had seen pictures of her with another man was last summer. Some footballers In Paris , though he wasn't sure if it was any serious.

All he knew was that the photos of Cherrie sat on one of their laps on a yacht had made his stomach turn, and when she came back to the paddock , Charles had dialled up his annoyingness and bickered with her until she threatened to break all of fingernails off if he didn't leave her alone.

But he was the one sat in her parents backyard with her baby, playing princesses and having a pretend tea party . Not some arrogant footballer.

So who was really winning? He thought a little smugly to himself. Tapping his tiny teacup against Angel's gently .

Angel didn't even look at him as she answered, too focused on stuffing her face with fruit that cherries mom had given them.

"Nope but mommy has a lot of friends though." She mumbled around a mouthful of strawberry, holding out a piece of apple for him to take.

Charles glanced down at it with a small smile , taking it from her gently . Quickly eating it before squinting as the sun Beamed down into his eyes, obstructing his view for a moment.

He looked at the way Angel was squinting too, whining a little as she held up her tiny hand in front of her eyes. He quickly unhooked his sunglasses from his shirt and opened them open, leaning over the teapot to reach her.

He the gently slid his sunglasses over her eyes, laughing in amusement at the way they took over her whole face . She looked so cute.

"So no boyfriend then... that's good." He mumbled to himself , flinching a little in surprise when she leaned over and shove a strawberry into his mouth, almost choking him.

Angel looked at him confused as he started to splutter, quickly swallowing down the fruit and warily eyeing the next one that she picked up in her tiny hand.

"Why good?" She wanted to know, blinking at him expectantly.

Charles paused , flushing red. Having not even realised that he said it out loud.

He glanced behind him again, smiling a little as he caught cherries eyes on them.

Giving her a small wave and toasting his little teacup at her before looking back at Angel again, laughing nervously.

"I didn't say good." He lied.

Angel pulled a face at him "yes you did!"

"No I didn't!"

"Yes you did! I'm telling mommy!" She threatened him with a naughty grin on her face , going to stand back up from the blanket.

Charles quickly grabbed her chubby little leg and pulled her back down. Shaking his head rapidly , eyes widening in disbelief.

"No! None of that! Don't tell her otherwise she'll kill

Me." He told her , panicked at the thought of her finding out that he was happy that she was single.

The thought of having to explain himself to her was mortifying and not something he wanted to do, at all.

Angel giggled mischievously, holding her hand out to him . "Okay. I want that bracelet then." She pointed at his beaded bracelet with a dolphin charm on it that he had gotten from a market in Greece.

Charles looked at the toddler in disbelief, was he being blackmailed for her silence?

What the hell had Cherrie been teaching this kid?

"You're terrible. And here I thought that a girl called Angel would be sweet like one too.." he grumbled at her, smiling in amusement despite getting mugged by the nearly three year old.

He took off the bracelet and gently took ahold of her wrist , sliding it on and tightening it for her so it didn't slip off .

Angel just smiled smugly , giggling at him. "Mommy likes diamonds." Was all she told him before abruptly changing the subject and telling him that they were going to play hide and seek instead.

Leaving Charles to wonder what alternative universe he had stepped in where cherries daughter was hinting at him to buy her mother something expensive to get her to like him more.

Was this her toddlers way of giving him her approval?

Cherrie thought that she was dreaming as she sat beside Charles at the dining table , Angel sat beside him in her high chair. Having demanded that she be seated beside him, claiming him as her new best friend.

She didn't know whether she wanted to laugh or cry as she watched Charles fit in perfectly with her chaotic family , her dad who usually hated every guy that was even in the same room as her, now chatting away to Charles casually .

Her dad nodded at her with a smirk "I'm surprised that you got here in one peace. The last time I spoke to her she told me that she was going to leave you at the gas station ." He told Charles in amusement , ignoring his daughters warning glare.

Cherrie flushed while Charles just looked over at her with a grin, not at all surprised .

"I'm surprised too. She told me that she was going to run me over with my own car yesterday." He snitched on her to her parents without any hesitation .

Smirking to himself when her mother gasped loudly and looked disapprovingly at her scowling daughter who was sinking lower in her seat by the minute.

"Cherrie! What have I told you about threatening people!" She scolded her before looking at her husband with a tut "this is you're fault! You've taught her to scare men!"

Her dad just snorted and nodded his head proudly. "She knows exactly where to smack someone to knock them out. We don't have to worry about anybody hurting her."

Her mother sighed exasperatedly "no! Instead we have to worry about her being arrested for attempted murder instead !" She exclaimed .

Cherrie rolled her eyes, smiling a little as she watched her baby giggle , stuffing her face with carrots . Her heart melting as she watched Angel share them with Charles , passing him one every time she ate one too.

Feeling something in her soften as she watched Charles smile fondly at her daughter , reaching over with a napkin to wipe the ketchup from her chubby cheeks.

Looking away with a smile, she paused with her fork halfway to her mouth as she met her parents amused gaze already on her. Having caught her gazing at Charles with hearts in her eyes.

She flushed and stuffed her face with food so she didn't have to speak.

Her dad laughed "so Charles...are you single?" He bluntly asked him, reaching for his bottle of beer.

Cherrie looked at him, gritting her teeth in mortification at how obvious he was being .

Charles glanced at Cherrie beside him for a moment, smiling a little at the sight of her blushing and uncomfortably shifting in her seat.

He chuckled and looked at her father with a small grin on his face . Immediately taking a liking to him, he really wasn't as scary as he thought he would be.

More like a guy you'd meet in a biker bar, one that would take you underneath his wing as soon as you proved that you could throw a dart and down some whiskey without a flinch.

Charles couldn't do either of those things but judging by the lack of threats and smiles being sent his way, he had a feeling that her dad liked him anyways.

"Yes I am." He simply answered him.

Her dad hummed "Cherrie is single too." He told him casually , smirking at he look of embarrassment on her face .

"Dad!" She hissed at him, mortified.

He just laughed "what? You're the one that said you hated having such a cute teammate because-"

Cherrie almost squealed , quickly cutting him off. "That's enough! I didn't say that!" She lied, unable to look Charles in the eye.

Charles was smirking at her, feeling his confidence boost at the thought of her telling her dad that she thought he was cute.

He would have liked it if she had called him ridiculously handsome but he'd take cute. It was better than the usual names she called him.

He was about to tease her when his own smiled dropped as the toddler beside him opened her mouth and blurted out.

"Charles said he was happy that you're single mommy!"

Charles immediately looked at her in betrayal, flushing a bright red when her parents chuckled and her father looked at him with a amused smirk on his face.

"Oh my god.." he breathed out , mortified .

Cherrie frowned at him "what's that supposed to mean?! Do you think I can't get a boyfriend if I wanted one?!" She exclaimed, looking at him accusingly .

Her dad snorted , looking at them like he was watching his favourite show. Her mother just sighed at how her daughter immediately thought the worst.

Charles paled , looking at her with wide eyes. "Not at all! You could have a thousands boyfriends-!"

She gasped "so now you're calling me a whore?!"

Charles gaped at her, stammering. "No! I'm just saying that you could have anybody you wanted. You're .. ya know.." he waved his hand to her face , flustered .

Cherrie looked at him in confusion "I'm what?"

He waved his hands at her again, bright red as her father cackled like a madman opposite them. Her mother scolding him and telling him to stop, even though the amused smile on her lips was evident.

"Ya know... you're face!" He blurted out , unable to think straight under pressure.

Angel giggled "Charles said that you're a queen!"

Charles sighed loudly , looking at the toddler in absolute disbelief . He was never telling her anything ever again!

Cherrie softened, smiling at Charles as her mood did a full 180.

"I know I am." She said instead of a thank you. Her mother face palming .

Charles frowned at her "always humble." He muttered amused. There was silence as they all continued eating the food in front of them before

Cherrie side eyed him quietly "I don't want some random boyfriend." She mumbled after swallowing her bite of food down.

Charles glanced at her shyly , cheeks still a permanent red now. “I was just saying that you're .. very pretty and they you don't have to be single if you decided not to be." He murmured to her , scratching the side of his neck nervously. Barely able to look her in the eye.

Cherrie just smiled and looked away, both of them focusing back on their food with similar , flustered smiles on their faces.

Her dad just grinned and shook his head at the two drivers in front of him.

"I give it a few days.” He whispered to his wife smugly, knowing what a man in love looks like. Seeing the sneaky glances Charles kept giving his daughter when he thought nobody was looking.

Her mother sighed , smiling too. "But who will be the first to admit it?"

A few days later and the two drivers were heading to the airport to travel for their next race , having spent a couple of days at her home relaxing . And in such a short time it seemed like everything had changed.

The bickering hasn't of course. They still argued like a married couple over everything but no longer did it feel cruel and malicious . The tones of their voice going from anger to teasing, snide remarks accompanied by a teasing smirk instead.

Charles felt like he was living in his dreams. Having spent the last couple of days Cooped away with the two of them, getting to know Angel even more. The toddler having attached herself to his side the moment she met him and now Charles reached for her tiny hand without any hesitation as he pulled her out the car.

Holding onto her hand tightly as he glanced over at Cherrie behind them, she was rolling the both of their suitcases and had a backpack of angels things on her back too.

Scowling at the two of them , jealously. "I don't see why I have to be the one to carry everything while you get to hold my baby." She complained as they entered the airport, a private jet having been booked for them.

Charles just smirked smugly , picking the toddler up underneath her armpits and placing her on his hip instead. Not wanting to somehow lose her in the crowds or have her wandering off, having Quickly learnt that she was a runner after panicking for over ten minutes when they went to the beach the other day.

He had turned his back for one minute and she had taken off like a cheetah , running as fast as her little legs could take her down the beach while a panicked Charles ran after her, the toddler just giggling naughtily and refusing to stop until he caught up.

She was trouble . And liked to sress him out just like her mother. But one look at those eyes and adorable little chubby cheeks had him caving instantly.

She was a mini Cherrie and Charles could already feel himself growing irreversibly attached to her.

"I'm carrying the precious cargo Cherrie. The most important thing of all. That's a lot of pressure!" He grinned at her smugly , Angel giggling too just because he was.

He had also quickly learned that she was a copy cat. If he did something , she would copy him. If he said something , she would repeat it.

A hard lesson he had learned after yelling 'fuck!' Loudly after accidentally hitting his arm off the door handle . Not even a second matter , a naughty little voice had been screeching 'fuck!' Alongside him, making him freeze in his step and look at the giggling toddler in shock.

Thankfully Cherrie had been out at the time, he could only imagine the scolding that he would have gotten for teaching her kid how to swear on the very first day of them staying together.

But after another week of the three of them just hanging out and bonding, Charles thought that he was getting the hang of this new thing between them. The unspoken thing. The thing where they both pretended they nothing was going and they nothing had changed.

But everything had . Because a week ago , Cherrie had been threatening to break his legs. And now she made him breakfast in the morning and asked him if he had enough pillows at night.

Despite the blunt and uncaring tone she liked to use, the unbothered and uninterested facade she had didn't fool him in the slightest.

Because she smiled at him now. She laughed at his stupid jokes and let him pull her into casual hugs without complaining anymore.

She let him into her life and Charles couldn't be anymore happier. He got to see what she was like off the track , got to see that she wasn't this ice cold bitch that she claimed to be.

He had seen her sing lullaby's every night to Angel to get her to sleep. Had seen her in Just a T-shirt , stumbling to the kitchen during the night to get her fussy toddler a warm drink. He had seen her unguarded and just being herself.

And well , Charles didn't want their week to end. Afraid that the moment they arrived back to work, all of their progress and sweet moments would be erased. He didn't want that to happen. He liked this little routine that they had developed too much to go back now.

How could he when he had her toddler in his arms and Cherrie by his side , casually leaning on him as they went through security checks like a little family?

He smiled down at Angel as he carefully put her down onto her feet again, holding her hand instead as they boarded the plane.

"You want to sit by the window?" He asked her gently, running his fingers through her messy hair. Refusing to brush it and instead demanding him to put butterfly clips all over her curls instead.

Charles had spent half an hour that morning picking up different coloured clips and putting them in her hair carefully , while Cherrie napped on the couch.

She was Not a morning person at all, which he found a little ironic considering that her daughter had barged into his room at six a.m on the dot demanding that he go make her breakfast.

By the time Cherrie had woken up Charles had managed to change her into one of his smaller Ferrari shirts and some cute cotton dungarees that he had found in one of her drawers. With butterfly clips all over her messy hair and a beaming toothily smile being sent her way, Cherrie had only been able to look between the two of them in disbelief. Before simply signing and nodding her head to herself in defeat.

Everything had changed between them , there was no more denying it. She didn't want to anymore.

Seeing the sweet and patience way that Charles acted with her fussy toddler , always looking out for her and playing with her whenever she demanded it, she felt terrible for not giving him a chance to redeem himself sooner.

She hated that everyone else was right. He was a good guy. She had just been pretending that he wasn't to make her avoidance of him easier.

Because she wasn't good with feelings , never had been . Instead she had acted like a complete cunt to him instead.

Instead of telling him that she liked him , she had threatened to break his legs instead .

Maybe she should have talked to a therapist after all. Because they was not normal!

But that wasn't only her fault , Charles had been deliberately pressing her buttons and winding her up too! He went out of his way to annoy her and make her snap. Instead of getting her attention in a normal way, instead of simply asking her out on a date or just having a normal conversation with her, he goaded her into arguing with him instead.

Simply because he knew what a hot head she was and that there was no way she would walk away without having the last word. And honestly... she looked incredibly hot when she was angry and Charles was only a man.

He couldn't help it. Was it childish of him to argue with her just so that she continued to give him attention, even if it was the wrong kind? Yes.

But at the end of the day he couldn't change the past but he could change the future . Starting now.

Angel looked up at him with big eyes "with you!"

Charles chuckled , putting her in the window seat and buckling her in tightly. Making sure that she was safe before sliding into the seat beside her too.

He glanced over to see Cherrie getting a bottle of champagne from the crew , already pouring herself a glass as she lowered herself in the seat opposite him.

He smiled at her in amusement "it's not even dinner time." He said to her, Cherrie just scoffing.

"So? We're in a flying death trap . I can drink what I want." She muttered sipping on her glass before glancing over at her daughter with a smile .

"You okay Angel? You need anything?"

Angel shook her head , glancing at her mother with a smile . "No." Then she looked at Charles beside her and held out her hand expectantly.

He sighed , pulling out his phone and putting on the game that he had downloaded for her to play a few days ago. Handing her his phone with a chuckle.

"You need to say please Angel." He softly told her, pulling out a bag of fruit from her small backpack and passing it to her too.

Angel glanced at him for a moment , sighing when she saw the look he was giving her. Copying the same look that Cherrie gave him, a raise of the eyebrow and a purse of his lips had the toddler crumbling.

"Sorry. Thank you Charles." She mumbled to him, giving him a dimpled smile before looking back down at his phone again. Easily getting distracted.

Charles smiled proudly , looking over a gobsmacked Cherrie smugly .

"How the hell?" She frowned at him , amazed by how quickly he had gotten her to correct her manners. Something that she had been struggling to do .

Her daughter had the same attitude and stubbornness that she had, and getting her not to be a demanding little brat was difficult . But Charles made it look easy.

He just shrugged with a grin "I'm her favourite now. I'm taking her to the zoo next week. So she's on her best behaviour." He told her casually of their plan.

A Plan that she had no idea existed . Gaping at him in disbelief .

"What? You can't just take my baby to a zoo without telling me!" She looked at him like he was insane.

Charles just rolled his eyes at her playfully, pulling out a pre made sandwich from the bag as well and handing it over to her .

"You're coming with us obviously! She wants to see a sloth and a giraffe. She was telling me about them this morning while you were sleeping so I said I'd take her to the zoo." He explained to her simply before nodding at the sandwich he passed her .

"Eat that. You didn't have breakfast and Drinking on an empty stomach isn't a good a idea. We have dinner tonight with everyone remember?" He told her as the plane took off into the air.

He held out his hand for Angel to hold, the toddler squeezing his fingers tightly . Cuddling into his side tiredly , and closing her eyes .Charles gently stroked his fingers through her hair , carefully to avoid the clips on her head.

Cherrie looked at them silently , her heart doing flips in her chest as her face softened at the sight of them cuddled together. Admiring the way her baby had taken such a liking to him already , trusting him to keep her safe and comfortable enough to cuddle up to him like that.

She sighed and picked up the sandwich "okay. Thank you." Was all she mumbled , feeling overwhelmed with the sudden rush of feelings that she felt for him then. She swallowed thickly , unable to look away.

Charles just smiled at her , nudging her foot with his own gently. "Try and her some sleep. We have a long night ahead." He said to her softly , admiring how soft and pretty she looked in just a oversized sweatshirt and biker shorts .

Cherrie , for once in her life, did as he said . So did Angel too. Leaving Charles to snap a pick of the two sleeping peacefully with a grin on his face , heart feeling behind full.

This was how it was supposed to be.

Half an hour before they were supposed to go to dinner , Charles was leaned up against her doorframe with a sheepish expression on his face.

Cherrie glanced up from where she was sat in front of the mirror , putting the finishing touches to her makeup on. Raising her eyebrow at the sight of him, admiring the white button up shirt and blue jeans he was wearing. He looked good.

She inhaled deeply and shook those thoughts from her head quickly. “Did you drop her off with the babysitter?" She questioned him .

Charles having told her that he would drop Angel off for her while she got ready for their dinner at the fancy restaurant, all the drivers were going to be there.

Charles chewed on his lip, tapping his fingers against his wrist as he contemplated lying to her. But one look at her pretty face and he crumbled.

"Er- not - not exactly.." he hesitantly mumbled , fidgeting nervously. Unable to meet her confused gaze.

She paused with her lipstick in her hand , frowning at him. Immediately alarmed .

"What? What do you mean not really? Charles!" She exclaimed worriedly "we have to go soon! Where is she? What happened?!" She rushed out at him, ready to throttle him.

He just shrugged , a sheepish smile on his face . "She wanted to come with us.." he told her weakly as his defence.

Cherrie frowned "and you told her no right? This isn't the type of restaurant that you take kids too! All the drivers will be there!" She reminded him, looking at him , concerned .

Charles huffed "she's got your eyes Cherrie! The same damn pout too!" He exclaimed , frowning back at her like it was her fault and not his own for being unable to say no to her daughter.

Cherrie pulled a face "what the hell has my eyes got to do with this Charles?!" She stood up to her feet with alarm. Panicking.

He scoffed at her, waving his hands at her face with a scowl. "It's got everything to do with it! I can't say no to you and I can't say no to her either! She just blinked up at me with those big eyes and.." he threw his hands in the air frantically .

"I caved! This is your fault! Who gives you the right to look like that and then inherent those eyes to Angel too?!" He accuses her, stepping further into the room to be closer to her.

Cherrie placed her hands on her hips , eyes wide as she gaped at him in disbelief . Not knowing whether to be flattered or offended.

"How is you being a softy my fault?! I have normal eyes Charles! What are you going on about?!" She almost shouted at him in confusion , looking at his reddening cheeks in bewilderment.

He groaned loudly and shook his head rapidly "no you don't! you have the whole fucking sky in your eyes and you expect me to just act normal? I don't think so!" He shot back at her, poking her between said eyes like a child.

She slapped his hand away from her with a gasp "you're so weird! What is wrong with you?!" She snapped at him , flustered .

Charles just huffed and then reached forward to place his hands on either side of her jaw, swallowing her shocked gasp with his lips instead.

He kissed her hard and messily , their teeth clashing together as he pulled her close to him , desperate and heart beating in his throat as he kissed her like he should have done the whole damn time.

Cherrie melted into him, wrapping her arms around his neck as she kissed him back. Tilting her head to deepen the kiss as she threaded her fingers through his hair. Tugging on the soft strands until he was moaning against her mouth , clutching at her hip tightly .

His other hand shaking up to wind around the back of her neck as he twisted them around suddenly , shoving her down onto the bed and quickly following her down.

"Fuck!" He breathed out against her lips breathlessly as he briefly pulled away to breathe again, nudging his nose gently against her own as he looked down at her with dark eyes. Taking in her flushed face and swollen lopes, her pupils blown wide as she gazed up at him, speechless.

"I love you. Love you so fucking much." He admitted against her neck as he kissed down her soft skin, pulling her head back so he could attack her neck with his tongue and teeth.

Cherrie was wriggling around beneath him breathlessly , moaning as she wrapped her legs around his waist, her silky dress riding up her thighs as he straddled her, pressing their hips together firmly.

"You look so fucking beautiful.." he muttered against her lips as he started to slide his hand up her thigh , caressing the soft skin there .

He was about to reach her panties when the door burst open and slammed against the wall loudly , making the both of them freeze in shock.

Angel was stood there with a scowl on her chubby little face, huffing at them as she glared in announce at a frozen , red faced Charles that was still on top of her mother .

"You said you'd do my hair Charles! Get off mommy and help me now!" She exclaimed , stomping her foot at him impatiently.

Charles slowly lifted himself up from Cherrie, clearing his throat awkwardly as he straightened out his shirt and smoothed cherries dress back down over her thighs .

Giving her a sheepish smile , his face resembling a tomato as she slowly got off the bed as well. Looking at her daughter in shock.

Then she looked at what her toddler was wearing and sighed.

She had on a big Cinderella dress , a tiara on her head and on her tiny feet she had some plastic , fluffy , glittery heels on. Alongside a diamond necklace and clip on earrings. Looking like a little diva , she even had a mini handbag hooked onto her elbow!

Cherrie slowly turned to look at a guilty looking Charles , not doubt the culprit of her little makeover.

"Charles... why does she look like she's going to a ball? Where did she even get this stuff! And is that a real diamond necklace she's wearing?!" She almost screeched in disbelief.

More concerned with her toddlers control over Charles than she was about him admitting her love for her .

Charles just shrugged and walked over to Angel, gently lifting off her tiara so he could sort out her messy hair like he had promised her he would when he took her out shopping instead of taking her to the babysitters.

"She wanted to dress like a princess. And it's only one diamond.. I got you a matching one too look!" He then casually took out another diamond necklace from his pocket, proudly showing it to her.

She just blinked at him in disbelief "oh my god. You're insane." She muttered before looking at her baby again. Smiling despite herself as she stroked her soft curls behind her ear, Angel looking incredibly smug of herself for having Charles wrapped around her little finger so quickly.

"You look beautiful baby. But I'm not sure it's a good idea for you to come-"

Charles cut her off , moving her hair behind her neck as he casually clipped the necklace around her neck and adjusted it between her breasts. Stepping back and admiring how perfect it looked against her soft skin, smiling her her in awe.

"She's coming. She wants to try the steak.. and this restaurant does the best steak in the world." He said, caressing the back of her head gently before pulling away with a kiss to her cheek.

Then he walked over to the two year old and took ahold of her hand. Leading her back out of the bedroom as she babbled away to him about what type of hairstyle she wanted him to do.

Charles having been watching YouTube videos all morning to learn how to do it for her , he was feeling pretty confident in his braiding skills now.

He put Angel on the couch and told her to sit still while he got the hairbrush . Quickly running back into the bedroom and giving a stunned Cherrie , who hasn't moved an inch, a shy grin.

He wrapped his arm around the back of her neck and pulled her closer to him again, looking into her widened eyes bashfully.

"Do you Er- the feelings mutual right? You love me too?" He needed to know, having been interrupted

before Cherrie could even reply to his sudden declaration of love .

Cherrie looked at him quietly for a moment, before hearing Angels high pitched voice call for him again.

Seeing the way Charles laughed softly as he called over to her that he would only be a minute , having all the patience in the world for her.

She softened and let out a sigh , leaning forward and giving him a slow , long kiss. His eyes still fluttered close as she gently pulled away and patted his bright red cheeks gently , grinning at him fondly .

"Yeah I love you. Kind of hard not to." She simply told him. Laughing at the way his eyes shot open and he immediately beamed at her, even clapping his hands Together in front of him excitedly.

He grinned at her happily , heart pounding out of his chest in glee . "Yeah?"

She nodded with a breathless laugh "yeah. I love you and I think she loves you too." She motioned towards a inpatient toddler who was stood at the door again with her little hands on her hips, huffing at Charles to hurry up and make her look like a princess.

Charles felt like he could cry. He sniffled a little , pulling away with a overwhelmed laugh. Picking Angel up and swinging her around happily, the toddler screeching and giggling hysterically as he tickled her.

"Good job I love her too then! Come on! Let's go do your hair.." he said to Angel with a grin, practically bouncing on his feet with pure happiness as he skipped out of the room in a daze.

Cherrie stood in the middle of the room with a grin, shaking her head in amusement and fondness when a second of silence went by before Charles loud voice echoed down the hall to her again.

"I seriously love you Cherrie! I can't wait to get to annoy you for the rest of my life!" He shouted down the hall, Angel sat on the chair in front of him as he he gently ran the brush through her hair.

Passing the toddler his phone , he told her quietly "call pierre. We need to tell him that your mommy loves me now! He's not going to believe this!" He told her excitedly.

Angel doing exactly as he said , holding up the phone that was bigger than her own face up to her ear with a giggle as she heard a French voice echo down the line .

"My mommy loves Charles and now they're going to be king and queen!" She said down the phone, looking up to Charles for approval .

He gave her a proud thumbs up before continuing to braid her hair, sighing blissfully to himself .Laughing as he heard Pierre gasp and demand an explanation.

He then turned his head and winked over at Cherrie who was watching the two of them with amusement written across her face . Rolling her eyes at him playfully.

"Great. I have two kids to look after now.." she joked unbothered by a hysterical pierre shouting down the phone for Charles to tell him how the hell he had managed to bag the hottest woman in the world.

Her two year old happily telling him all the details , despite not knowing who the hell she was even talking to.

But as she looked at the chaos that surrounded and to Charles beaming smile , she sighed happily.

This was how it was supposed to be. Just she and Charles and her baby.

Who would have thought that the pain in her ass would turn out to be the love of her life?

And just like that, in a week, she had gained a best friend and a boyfriend too.

And Charles had gained his own little , dream family. It only took him years of getting on her nerves for this to happen.

He had done the impossible. And he couldn’t feel any smugger if he tried.

He had his dream girl now. And her little, sassy mini me. His life couldn't get any better than this!

#f1 imagine #charles leclerc imagine #Charles leclerc fic #formula one imagine #f1 fic #f1 oneshot #formula 1 imagine #charles leclerc oneshot

538 notes · View notes

justcallmenikki7 · 9 months

Text

BTS Reaction To: The Purge Night

Mafia!Au-Purge!Au-Split!Au

Summary: experiencing the purge with your mafia boyfriend can go many different ways.

Warnings: killing/murder (obviously, it’s the purge lmao), language, stealing/robbery, slight angst, fluff (haha), suggestive comments, badass y/n, torturing, crack, nonconsensual touching from stranger, split!jungkook, character slapping reader, angst, taehyung being taehyung.

W.C.: 3.9k

Notes: hiiiii! I’m back. My life has been so chaotic and busy ever since I got my second job back in March, and so I haven’t had much time to myself to even do anything. Thankfully, I learned on how to take time for myself now and balancing everything out. Anyways! I apologize if I’m rusty with my writing, it’s been a while. And idk how to feel about taehyungs part.

Kim Seokjin:

Ever since Korea has followed along with the United States by having the annual Purge two years ago, you decided with your boyfriend to go and experience it. Now, of course, you are prepared. Having a boyfriend who is the leader of the Korean Mafia, it’s no secret that he is prepared in many ways when it comes to…illegal things.

At first, he was against the idea of you going out on purge night, but once he realized that this was an internal thrill and want for you, he decided to go along with it. Whenever you heard of the purge happening in America, there was this thrill and excitement for one night a year for legal crime, you were wanting it to happen in Korea, and once you heard the news of Korea writing a bill and finalizing it, you wanted to purge. Now, it is a sick want, but some people need to release their anger and do shit that they would not do on a normal day when there are laws in place, but having that ability to do it with no repercussions, what could go wrong?

You were finally able to release the anger and hurt that a few people caused you and you wanted pay back. Could you just have Jin kidnapped and you could enjoy your sick pleasure by torturing them? Of course, but it is different when you can do everything start to finish.

“Babe, I think they’re dead…” you heard your boyfriend say in a monotone over the noise of your knife stabbing into the lady who embarrassed you when you were in sixth grade in front of the student body. She caused you anxiety and humiliation at a young age.

“Are you sure? Her body moved just a second ago.” You questioned cutely, already knowing she’s leaving the mortal realm. You’re just enjoying the thought of her never living again.

“Yes… she died five minutes ago, shortly after her husband.” Jin stated with a smirk on his face from watching you huff and fix your ponytail after giving the woman one last jab at her chest. Pushing off the wall, he walked over to you and cradled your face in his hands, loving how your cheeks crinkle your eyes because of how you have big cheeks that fit your face so well. “You do realize you spent about close to two hours of torturing and killing her that you have ten hours left? We must drive an hour to the next ‘victim’ of yours. And that depends if the roads are blocked off from Purgers.”

“With your driving, well make it there in twenty-five minutes. Plus, the boys already made sure that they’re not blocked.” You commented, grinning at Jin’s face turning red from realizing that you’re right.

“Okay, let’s get going, smart ass.” He ordered, slapping your ass before he grabs your hand and helping you step over the murder scene that just took place in the house.

Min Yoongi:

When the first purge happened in Korea, you and your boyfriend Min Yoongi obviously joined in on the fun. Now, on the second year, that is happening once again.

You were currently getting dressed into your purge outfit. You are wearing jean shorts with fishnets, combat boots, a crop top, a black leather jacket, your hair straightened, and face paint that is skeleton designed. Yes, you know that there is no reason to get dressed up for this night, but there’s no point in going out in sweats and a hoodie while you rob Walmart, the mall, and Hobby Lobby. You want to play the part.

You convinced your boyfriend to dress up with you this year since he did not last year, and it took lots of bribing and promising things, but you got what you wanted in the end like you always do.

“Babe, you ready? In about ten minutes the sirens will go off and along with announcement.” Your boyfriend told you as he walked into the bedroom, mouth dropping at your outfit, and just you in general. He’s now thinking about you guys staying in because he can feel himself getting excited at what he wanted to do with you – to you. “Maybe we should stay in tonight babe.”

Turning around, you glared at him. “Do you not realize that Hobby Lobby has cute house décor that we need for this place?”

“But I can just buy them for you baby,” your boyfriend pouted, along with making a fair point.

“But we can save that money with just stealing, legally! Plus, what’s the fun in that? We can take whatever we want without having to spend a single dime. And there’s build a bear at the mall, and I want all the stuff animals. We are not staying home just so you can rip my outfit apart. We can do that after the purge.” You countered back, determined to get free things, and possibly fighting someone who gets in your way.

It's been a stressful week with idiots at your job, and you’re looking for a reason to punch somebody.

Grumbling, your boyfriend threw his hands up in defeat, not wanting to challenge you while your mind is set. He’s learned when you threw a water bottle at him in the nono region when he tried to persuade you from not spending $50 on a large stuffed llama at Walmart because you already had plenty of stuffed animal llamas at home.

“Yes ma’am, can we at least break into the Oliva Garden on seventh street and take their breadsticks on the way home? I’ve been craving them lately.” He asked, putting his necklace on that you got him on your guy’s sixth month anniversary and his rings.

“I was about to ask the same thing,” you said, spraying your favorite perfume on. Right as you sat it down on your vanity, the sirens went off. Grabbing your gun that was specially made for you, you put in the gun holster that went with the outfit and your bag that had an emergency kit for just in case, along with one extra gun, you walked up and kissed your boyfriend.

“Ready baby?” he asked, taking your hand in his.

“Let’s roll! Hobby Lobby, here we come!”

Jung Hoseok:

It was a good idea at first, but now you’re questioning your train of thought from earlier, along with listening to your boyfriend. But sometimes men don’t know what they’re talking about. But then also is a long-time thief and is a mafia boss, so he does know what he’s talking about half of the time.

You just hate being wrong.

You thought that breaking into a bank that looked untouched from any other Purger’s was skeptical, but you decided to go ahead and do it anyways. But now, you realized that you should’ve listened to your conscious and boyfriend.

“This is your fault.” Your boyfriend commented, handcuffed to the wall.

“How is it my fault? You should’ve said something,” you snapped back, knowing that he did, but you won’t admit that he’s right.

“Stop being stubborn and just say, ‘babe, you were right, I’m a dumbass.’” He sassed, giving you a look that you hate. If only your hands weren’t handcuffed you would have smacked him, because it is the look of ‘you’re a dumbass,’ and know you were a dumbass, but you had a good idea that seemed like one to you, but it wasn’t.

You live and you learn.

“If you don’t wipe that look off of your face, I’ll do it for you after the boys get here and rescue us.”

“What are you going to do? Hit me?” He spoke in a childish tone, but you ignored and acted like you didn’t hear him.

Yes, you two are acting like children while being held at gun point, not caring that you are getting judgmental looks from your captors. What is even funnier, they don’t realize that they have the king and queen of the Korean mafia handcuffed to a pole. So, they are in a big surprise when the gang gets here.

“Will you two shut the fuck up? You sound like my kids right now.” A guy snapped, massaging his temples as if he has a headache.

“No, he called me a dumbass,” you argued back, “and I am not a dumbass.”

“You kind of are, babe.” Hoseok commented in a nonchalant tone. And after he said that gun fire began, a sign that his gang was here.

It was a quick process to say the least since the men who cuffed you both and had guns pointing at you for fifteen minutes were amateurs. After both of you getting uncuffed and you getting lectured by Jungkook and Taehyung on how you don’t know how to rob a place, you hit Hoseok in the arm.

“That’s for calling me dumbass,” you sneered, an angry look on your face.

“Noona, you kind of are…” the maknae’s said at the same time, quickly looking away once they felt your glare.

Kim Namjoon:

You don’t know what it is with your boyfriend, but he is like a child on Christmas morning when it comes to robbing places. He is in his own little world, piling up video games for the Maknae line for their Christmas presents, all of the sprite that he was able to get into the cart for Hoseok, all the colorful lights that Yoongi has talked about getting for his music room that he has at the house as his getaway area whenever he has the chance with his busy schedule of tracking people down, and then Jin kitchen décor for the kitchen at the base. You guys probably need to make a pit stop at HomeGoods for more of the decor because Walmart doesn’t have good selections, but it is the thought that matters.

“Babe! I found a book that I want to read!” Joon yelled out, reading the summary on the back of the book.

“What’s it called?” You asked, walking up to him and leaning your head against his arm, looking down at it.

“It’s called ‘The Cellar’ and it’s by this writer named Natasha Peterson. I’ve never heard of her, but this book sounds awesome.” He commented, placing it gently into the cart, “I’m getting it. I saw that it is a series, so we need to stop by Barnes and Nobel to get the rest of the series.” He mentally added that onto his list.

The peacefulness that was surrounding you both as you guys wondered around Walmart ended as soon as loud laughter sounded throughout the store and a gunshot. Namjoon instantly went into mafia mode, which is what you call it, and grabbed you and threw himself over you as he moved you both behind the shelf of towels and shielded you from any harm. His gun was pulled, and he was already texting the boys, who were also out and about on purge night, that there was a problem. You can’t trust anyone in general, but on Purge night, it’s a different ball game.

You could hear the group being rowdy, knocking everything over that was in their sight, making vulgar comments, and being disgusting in general. It sounded like they were getting closer, and that was making you nervous because of the fucking cart that was in the middle of the aisle.

“Joon, the cart.” You whispered, nervous as hell.

Namjoon muttered ‘fuck’ under his voice and was about to get up and grab the cart, when all the sudden WAP by Cardi B began blaring throughout the store.

Fucking Taehyung.

This obviously grabbed the groups attention because you heard them become alarmed, and slightly confused, on why WAP was blaring over the speakers. You heard someone yell, and then the sound of running on the other side of the aisle. You exhaled, relaxing when you heard the music turn off and Taehyung’s voice.

“I’m such a smart individual you guys.”

Park Jimin:

You and your boyfriend Jimin decided to stay in for the night. You both are not ones to partake in the new holiday because Jimin already deals with it daily. Whereas with you, you are not a fan of murder, despite being married to a mafia boss.

The house was on lock down, security cameras live on the second T.V. in the living room, the other T.V. playing your favorite show, the both of you cuddled up on the couch, and your favorite alcohol beverages next to both of you. It was peaceful, something that you both love when it comes to being with one another. It can be quiet, and no words spoken while you two are together and it isn’t boring or awkward, just peaceful.

That was until the camera for the backyard went black and Jimin got up quickly, and the look of anger and calculation was on his face. The peacefulness gone and the thought of murder was settling in the air. Becoming nervous, you jumped up and stood right behind your boyfriend, hands holding to both of his arms, and you pushing yourself up against him, trying to become one with him.

“Baby, grab the gun that’s in the cushion that you were sitting on. You remember how to use it, right?” Your husband asked, checking to make sure you remember. It’s been a long time since you’ve had to use a gun because there was never a need too, until tonight.

“Yeah, I remember,” you answered while you grabbed it, hating the cold feeling to it.

“Good, stay next to me at all times, I’ll make sure nothing happens to you.” He replied, grabbing his gun from the side table, cocking it, and began to walk towards the kitchen where the bulletproof glass was that gave you both the ability to look outside. Peeking through it, your heart dropped at what you saw.

One of your security men hanging from the tree that was by your back porch. The churning of your stomach, heart pounding in your chest, and the want to wish you were dreaming was taking over your mind. And what was worse, the lights going out in the house. No power, no ability to see, and the fear of losing your husband became too much.

“Oh Jimin, I’m back. Let’s have some fun, shall we? There is only eleven hours left, and that gives us time to catch up. It’s been a long time, my friend.” A voice you never heard before sounded through the house, and it held everything but kindness.

Clutching Jimin’s arms, you felt tears brimming your eyes.

“Text the boys and tell them to hurry and tell them that Jacob isn’t dead. Tell them to come prepared,” he demanded quietly. “And if we don’t make it, just know we will meet again. I love you Y/N.” Jimin promised, bringing you in and holding you tightly.

Never in the ten years of knowing Jimin have you heard him sound scared before. But you did forget that there are still somethings you don’t know about him, and this is one of them.

Kim Taehyung:

There have always been snakes in every group, whether that being in gangs, friendships, relationships, or even in workplaces. There has been suspicion of a couple of snakes in the gang that your boyfriend runs, and you didn’t think that they would have the balls to do it on the night of the purge, of all days. You could do it on a Sunday, but they thought it would be best to do it on the night of a murder holiday.

You were sitting comfortably on the couch in your boyfriend’s office, watching Tik Tok and talking with your boyfriend as he does paperwork. Everything was peaceful until the moment that his six best friends ran into the office, closing the door and having pissed off looks on their faces.

“What the hell is going on?” Taehyung asked, standing up with a calculated look on his face.

“It’s Max and Jaiden. They’re the snitches and they’re gathering a few others to take us out tonight. Our security teams. The ones who are here now in this building.” Namjoon responds.

“Are you fucking serious? And are they stupid?” Taehyung questions, hands turning into fists as he thinks on what to do. It took a few moments for him to figure out on what he wants to do, before he looks up, “let’s go get rid of them all, but let’s save the two fuckers for last. We need to know what they all had done.”

The six men nod their heads before they left the room. Taehyung was the last to leave because he needed to gather a few things, along with kissing you goodbye. “Lock the door on my way out, you know it’s me when I do the three knocks.” He told you, helping you off the couch and led you to the door. As he walked out, you closed it and locked it, before making your way back to the couch to get comfortable.

Fifteen minutes later, the three knocks sounded. You realized it wasn’t a long process, but you brushed it off as you got to the door and opened it. Only to be greeted with Jaiden. Your heart fell to your stomach, and you quickly stood back.

“Hey, Y/N. Didn’t think I know the knock trick, huh?” He smirked, gun drawn and pointing at you.

“You know you have a death wish if you try something,” you pointed out, “you should really think about whatever you’re planning on doing.”

You didn’t even see him raise his hand until you felt it on your cheek. “Shut the fuck up. Do you not realize how fucking irritating it is to be bossed around and not be appreciated? For everything you do for this fucking gang, huh? You sacrifice your life daily for a guy who doesn’t even know how to fight. What kind of fucking leader is that, huh? And then see him take the girl you have loved for years and claim her as his own?” He questioned, stepping towards you.

You’re focusing on two things right now. The pain in your cheek and his reference towards you. He’s been in love with you? And he thinks that Taehyung has taken you from him? This guy is fucking delusional.

“Oh, so this is what it’s about? You could’ve done this tomorrow, or yesterday, or even last month. But, on purge night? That is hilarious.” You heard your boyfriend, relief flooding through your body. A groan of pain and the sound of electricity sounded through the air, and you know it was the taser that Jungkook bought for shits and giggles. Looking up, hand on your cheek from the hit, you said Jaiden on the ground, Taehyung standing above him. “You’re going to wish that you never once laid a hand on MY girl and for going behind my back to Ateez and giving them information.” Taehyung growled out, looking at you with a look that shook you to your bones.

Jeon Jungkook:

Occasionally, your boyfriends alter appears. Sometimes, it scares you because of how violent he can get, along with barely interacting with him. JK, for the first time in over a year, that you know of because that was the last time you had interacted with him for a few minutes, is out tonight.

You don’t know how to approach him, you don’t know how to do anything because of how you barely know him. You know that he is your boyfriend, and you do love him, but he scares you. You know that he wouldn’t do anything to you at all – he even told you that himself last year, but you know that you do not want to see him in action.

The gang had to leave the base because of Purgers who hate the gang, despite them never hurting an innocent citizen and only trying to protect them, raided the base and only a few got out. So now, you guys are now in the city, trying to get to across town on foot to the safety house that’s in the country. Everyone’s running, JK and his six brothers who are prepared for anything, and several other men who are a part of the gang are keeping the extra eye out for any danger.

You’re not an athletic person, running is not in your vocabulary, and so you are getting winded quickly. You thought you would be an athletic person when it comes to possibly dying, having all the adrenaline in you, but there isn’t any and so you’re slowly falling behind. Not being able to speak up because of having no breath in you since it’s long gone from the running you’ve done, you stop for a second and put your hands on your knees, trying to catch your breath and stretch for a few seconds.

Of course, you’re that person that stopped and now you’re getting yanked from the back. Screaming, which catches everyone’s attention, you began to kick the person who has a hold of you.

“Y/N!” Your boyfriend screamed, running towards you, only stop when other people came out of their hiding places and having guns drawn and ready to shoot. The look on your boyfriend’s face sent fear down your spine because it’s a look of pure bloodlust, the want to kill and torture the man who has you. “Let her fucking go, now.” He demanded, voice thick and deep.

“And why’s that? You don’t want to share this piece of meat with anyone else? Listen, pal, I can do whatever I want tonight and that is her.” The guy cockily said, the feeling of his hand sneaking down you, causing you to squirm and move his hand away. “Good luck on trying to stop me, but I have more men than you. There’s no way you’re going to—” He stopped in his sentence from your elbow jabbing into his stomach and then your foot making contact his dick. You learn thing or two from dating your boyfriend. “You fucking bitch!”

A warzone happened, and you somehow dodged his fist as it flew at you, but you ran towards your boyfriend, jumping into his arms, only to meet the ground with your back and he threw himself on top of you to protect you from any danger. The guns stop firing, and you heard the guy who grabbed you groaning. Hoseok managed to shoot him in the leg, but everyone else in his group are now dead, along with a wounded Jimin and Seokjin, and a dead member who meant everything to everyone.

“Nice job, baby,” JK praised, standing you both up, only to pull you against him, both your chests pressed together and his hands gripping your waist. This caused a blush to ran come across your cheeks and your chest, the look in his eyes hooded, but you know it is still JK, and this got you even more excited and nervous.

“Well, Jungkook taught me a thing or two… and so, I just acted.” You stuttered, trying to keep eye contact, but it being difficult from how intense JK is staring at you.

“Well, I can teach you a thing or two later. But now baby, I have to do something that I don’t want you to watch, or if you want to, I can teach you a few other things. But I don’t want to scare you away. So, now be a good girl and look the other way, you won’t like what you’ll see.” He ordered, eyes now deadly and not the ones that made an appearance for a few moments that comforted you.

189 notes · View notes