#carlo x reader

[moon-cakiie]

pov: they agreed to share with you. (with P & Carlo(?))

bonus<33

a/n: they're too pretty—

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[anonymergremlin]

Y/N: *prays infront of a statue*

Carlo: What you doing there? *Gets closer and raises an eyebrow*

Y/N: *On their knees, looks up and gives him a shy smile* Praying?

Carlo: Praying really? Pfff... I don't really think there is someone out their who will listen to ours prays. What did you even pray for?

Y/N: ... I... Prayed for a good future. For all of us. *Looks away* ... I... Thought it would be a good idea... But I guess it was dumb.

Carlo: ... *Kneels down next to them and prays too*

Y/N: Carlo?

Carlo: Pssssh! ... Quiet. Maybe, someone will listen this time. *Finishes his pray*

Y/N: What did you pray for? *Looks at him curious*

Carlo: *Looks away* ... That... That we will always be together.

Y/N: huh?

Carlo: ... I mean you already prayed for us having a good future. Means I don't need to ask for a 'better father'. *Sighs and still look away, but then looks at Y/N* I ... Just want to make sure that we can share that better future with each other. You and me... *Blushes* And Romeo of course! Ah, damn.

Y/N: *Smiles softly and blushes* I hope so, I wouldn't want anyone else on my side Carlo. No...

...

...

...

Y/N: *looks at P, kneeling infront of a statue* You pray?

P: *focuses and prays*

Y/N: ... *Kneels down next to him and prays with him*

Please, give us a better future.

For you have already taking us apart.

At least, make things better now.

#lies of p #lies of p x reader #p x reader #lies of p carlo x reader #carlo x reader #mini headcanon #whatever #you know me #hehe

[esteljune]

Some rambling about Carlo this time {P x reader and Carlo x reader sort of?} the boy gives me so much feeling as well

TW: blood and a good amount of cheesyness

Geppetto manages to obtain Pinocchio's heart, albeit against his will, and Carlo is reborn. Together they return to the hotel leaving Pinocchio in the abyss and there Carlo commits a massacre.

You don't immediately realize the gravity of what is happening. Sure, the Hotel has already been attacked once, but you blindly believe that P will come back to you, you are convinced that you are safe.

However, when you hear an abnormal commotion on the ground floor, your instinct tells you to run and see. But before you can reach the door someone opens it.

It seems to you that the creaking should go on forever, then you see someone enter. He carries the face of the person you love, but at the same time it is so distant from his that it makes your stomach crumple.

He remains still, dark eyes on yours. You recognize him immediately. Antonia had told you about him, about his brief and unhappy existence.

Only after a very long moment of silence can you compute his presence, his painfully familiar face smeared with blood.

The acrid stench fills the room, the noise of the dense drops falling from the mechanical fingers onto the precious marble breaks the silence.

-Carlo… What did you do? – you murmur breathlessly.

Your brain can't fully process the horror, you feel foggy, dizzy.

The boy smiles, silently. A grim smile, very far from the fragile and melancholic beauty of Pinocchio.

-What I was ordered. – He finally says with a shrug of the shoulders. The nonchalant tone breaks your heart.

-No… they are… - The words die in your throat. Saying them out loud would be too horrible.

Your dismay doesn't seem to disturb him at all, he studies you, motionless, for a very long time.

-He… loved you. More than his own life, in fact. Just looking at you gives me heart palpitations. That hassle. – He finally says between his teeth, putting a hand to his chest, annoyed.

Something shatters inside you, the roar is devastating, the impact so hard it makes you dizzy.

-Do you have his heart? – you manage to say dazedly.

The boy smiles again like a child who has just done a mischief.

Without thinking you approach Carlo throwing caution to the wind, you should be terrified but instead you just feel empty. You place your hand on his warm chest, under your fingers the boy's heart is pounding wildly and that's when the tears start to flow without you having given them permission.

The pain is so strong that it breaks your breath, you never imagined that end for the two of you.

-I love you. I just wanted to tell you. –

Carlo takes your fingers between his, squeezes until it almost hurts.

-He no longer exists. Come on, run. I won't tell the old man that I found you. – He smiles again carelessly, abruptly moving your hand aside.

Something deep in his eyes gives you shivers. You slowly walk away.

-It doesn't have to be this way. –

-But yes. I can't be anything other than this. Go away now. – he says with empty eyes, your life doesn't matter to him at all, you can feel it. There is nothing left of the one you love.

#pinocchio #carlo lies of p #carlo geppetto #carlo #p x reader #pinocchio x reader #carlo x reader #lies of p x reader #lies of p #lop #liesofp #my writing #lies of p pinocchio #lies of p headcanon #lies of p headcanons

[prismatic-starstuff]

Having an experience with the Nameless Puppet involves...

You're not quite sure why Signor Geppetto called you in to his room alone today. But... here you are, watching the old man remove something from a box, and—

—oh, that's a body. Geppetto is removing a body from the box. You are no longer sure if what you're witnessing is a crime scene. And... things only become more odd when the body starts to move.

The body is held up by glowing strings that come from a gauntlet on Geppetto's hand, but it seems almost lively as it looks from side to side. It moves instinctively into some manner of weapon-wielding pose, though its hands are empty; force of habit, it seems.

You're too shocked to notice the way Geppetto's mumbling something about memories. However, you do notice the way the body starts to... stumble forward. Towards you.

Once... twice... again... You don't try to move away as it (he?) approaches, jerking and twitching; you're too stunned.

And then... his strings are gone. He's reaching towards you with one death-pale, rot-slick hand; and then, another comes.

In the span of an instant, this body - this unfortunate-looking corpse full of metal bits and an exposed heart - is... holding you; one hand cupping your cheek, one arm clumsily draped around your waist.

You don't get a moment to respond. Geppetto's put the strings on him again, muttering bitterly: 'there's still too much of that personality in you.'

The body is hauled away from you on those glowing strings; falls limp once they're disconnected, is placed with a certain amount of care back into that sizeable box.

...and all you can think about is how you were sure you'd seen that exposed heart beat faster as he'd held you; how he'd held you just like your lost love from the Charity House used to hold you, so long ago.

#lies of p #lies of p spoilers #lop spoilers #nameless puppet #nameless puppet x reader #lies of p carlo #carlo x reader #my writing

[ikarasu]

🍫Dark Chocolate🍫

Yandere Carlo/P x reader

Warning: spoilers, yandere behavior, broken bones, and death

Reader’s Perspective: 🍫White Chocolate🍫

Final Part: 🥀Tummy Ache🥀

Word Count: 2598

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Love… I’ve only heard of it being described in fairytales. Yet my life isn’t a fairytale, it’s reality. I have never received familiar love. My ‘father’ was always so absent in my life that I don’t believe I should even call him a father. I remember reading fairy tales as a child and thinking to myself that I still had a chance to experience love. Until my ‘father’ announced to me the arranged marriage. My hope for love died that day. Of course… I guess I’m just cursed to never experience true love. The day I had to meet the one I was to betroth was a dreadful day. I knew that they were coming from some rich family who dabbled in the vehicle industry. I also knew that their family only were after my ‘father’s’ puppets. This love is fake, under the guise of a beautiful union to cover up its selfish purposes of our parents’ greed for success. Just like white chocolate, its milky white sweetness covers up the fact it’s not actually chocolate.

My ‘father’ and I went to their luxury home to meet. I begged my father to cut off this arrangement. Instead, he went on and scolded me, saying that I was lucky to be marrying someone who’s made ‘perfectly’ for me. I rolled my eyes as we got closer to our destination. At the front door, my ‘father’ brushes off his coat before turning and fixing my hair. The door opens and we’re greeted by Mrs.(last name) and Mr.(Last Name). Behind them, I spot someone around my age hiding shyly. Their (eye color) eyes sparkle and stare at me curiously. Just like they would describe in fairytales. I flush and turn away, reminding myself that this isn’t love. That I didn’t ’choose’ them, that our parents did this out of benefit. I was pulled out of my thoughts as I heard the most heavenly voice speak.

“Hi… I’m (name), it’s a pleasure to meet you” they said so shyly, it was cute.

I hadn’t noticed I didn’t respond until my father gave me a small nudge.

“Son, it’s not very nice of you to not greet (name) as well.”

I feel the embarrassment flood my body as I realize I have just been staring at (name).

“I’m Carlo, a pleasure to meet you”

From that day on, I knew I had to be careful to not fall for this fake love. I refuse to give my ‘father’ the satisfaction of receiving a successful deal out of this arranged marriage.

As the years passed I could never get rid of (name)’s presence. Always following me around like some lost dog. It was pathetic, their parents must’ve told them to do this. Yet deep down I couldn’t help but enjoy their attention on me. The devotion to follow me everywhere and shower me with compliments. Yet I always remembered that this love isn’t real. It’s just an illusion formed by our parents’ greed. Or at least that was what I thought until the petrification disease spread across Krat.

“Mother! Father! Please! We must take Geppetto and Carlo with us!” (Name) says desperately

I remember standing there as our parents discussed the ongoing pandemic. The (last name) family was planning on fleeing Krat until the disease died down. Yet (name) didn’t want to leave me or my ‘father’ behind. The tears and desperation in their voice as they begged to take us or even stay with us touched the parts of my heart I didn’t know existed. Yet I knew it wasn’t safe for them to stay. So I did what I had to do to protect (name) from this disease. It’s the least I could do to make up for my ignorance and cold behavior toward them.

“Can’t you see you’re not wanted here, (name)? Go! You would be doing me a favor by running off with your family of cowards.” I say in a cold tone, despite the turmoil it caused inside of me.

Seeing their eyes look at me in disbelief and betrayal hurt me more than any weapon could. But I steel myself and push them away to protect them. I’m glad I did because it wasn’t long before I caught the disease myself. Even now as I breathe my last breaths I don’t regret pushing (name) away. Yet I can’t help but mourn over the chance at love. If only I had looked at (name) and not the arranged marriage. Maybe in another life, we could’ve been so much more.

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I had only woken up a few hours ago and followed a voice to the Krat Hotel. No memories or emotions coursed through me. Only an objective to arrive at the Krat Hotel and find my father. The cold rain making my clothes cling to me like a second skin didn’t even bother me. Now here I am standing in the lobby talking to Sophia. I recognize her voice to be the one that led me here. She explained to me where my father was last seen. I took it all in as just information to get me closer to my objective. That was until I heard a sweet voice.

“Sophia, who’s the newcomer-“

I stop and stare at the most heavenly person I’ve ever seen. The gears and ergo in my veins move faster. Something deep inside my ergo calls for them.

“I-it can’t be…”

“Oh, (name), I want you to meet P”

Instinctively my hand raises to reach and hold theirs. I wanted to feel their touch and I wanted to hear their voice more. Yet before our hands could touch they pulled away and ran off. I almost wanted to go after them. Something insides me yearns for them, but I remember my objective and turn back to Sophia.

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I had just recently saved my father from the Mad Donkey before bringing him back to the Krat Hotel. Already he assigned me to get rid of the abandoned watchman at the town hall. I arrived back late at the hotel after successfully completing my objective. My father calls me into his office. I obediently arrive and he sits me on a chair before standing before me tiredly.

“Son, I’ve assumed you’ve seen (name) again?”

I nod but I can’t help but be confused. What did he mean by ‘again’?

“I know that seeing your betrothed again may have been upsetting, but do know that they still adore you.“

Betrothed? What was my relationship with (name) before?

“Treat them well, even if they’re a bit rough around the edges at the moment. They’ll come around sooner or later”

With that said I stare and nod at my father. Treat them well… if my father commands me, I shall obey.

Over time I notice (name) helping around the hotel. The way they would smile with Eugénie or Sophia when they talked. I wish that their smile would be directed toward me as well. Even the way they would coo and cuddle Spring made me want their attention more. Everything they did was so… perfectly sweet. Just like how I would hear Eugénie talk about chocolate. How it’s the perfect balance of sweet and rich flavors, something I wish to experience as well. As I collected more ergo on my journey I couldn’t help but notice something new about myself. The way my ergo would yearn and sing around (name) or even if they would glance at me for a second. The springs and gears inside of me would creak louder. What is this feeling?

One evening after coming back from my recent journey I couldn’t help but notice a figure heading to the library. My curiosity got the better of me and I followed. I quietly enter the library only to see (name) struggling to reach a book on a high shelf. It was cute seeing them on their tippy toes. I approach them from behind and grab the book easily. As our bodies touched I felt a shock throughout my body. The feeling of their warmth against my cold body was addictive. I wanted more.

“Thank you” (name) barely whispers before grabbing the book out of my hand and running off.

I stare at their disappearing figure with longing. After having this small taste I couldn’t help but want all of it.

The next few days I noticed how (name) was actively avoiding me. It was driving me insane not being able to at least enjoy staring at them doing mundane things. I was more distracted as my ergo was nearly bursting with want. Gemini had made multiple comments on my distracted mind.

“Hey pal, let’s call it quits early today. You seem… distracted. We don’t want you making a slip-up, not to call you sloppy or anything”

I nod before using the stargazer to return to the hotel. As I walked to head back to my father’s office I heard a beautiful melody playing. My feet walked towards the music and as I got closer I could hear the sounds of someone crying as well. Concerned, I turn the corner to the piano and see (name) playing the piano. The tune was beautiful and almost nostalgic. I really liked the melody and walked closer to (name) silently. My body felt like it was moving on its own as I kept staring at (name). Once they finished playing it felt like I was pulled out of a trance. Their crying was all that was left in the room. I couldn’t help but put a hand on their shoulder to comfort them.

“Go away… you’re the last ‘thing’ I want to see at the moment” they say resentfully

Yet something deep within my ergo told me not to. My body moves on its own and pulls (name) into a hug. It feels like my body has been wanting to do this, that it needed to. I feel (name) relax into my embrace before continuing to cry. All of their grief was laid out before me and I gladly held it all close to me.

From that moment on, (name) had become more softer and affectionate to me. Just as my father said, “They’ll come around”. This love blossomed the more ergo I collected and the more human I felt. Yet that all came crashing down after I came back from the beach. Those flashbacks of Carlo’s memories haunted me. Watching how easily Carlo passed upon (name)’s love until his last moments. It made me feel disgusted with myself. That’s when I promised to never let (name) experience being unloved ever again. So when my journey was coming to an end I laid with (name) one last time before fighting Simon. I promised to never leave them alone again. Our ergo was meant for each other. I whisper my promise to them before departing.

“I promise to come back… I won’t leave you again, (name)”

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I had finally defeated Simon and I stood before my father. He tells me how proud he is and that now I can finally be a real boy for (name). That I could fully love them as I was meant to if only I gave my heart. I nod as my father pulls me close and hugs me for the first time. I smile then I feel the sharp pain of my heart being removed. The last thought I had was of my love for (name).

I wake up once more feeling rejuvenated. My father is staring down at me with a smile.

“Father” I say happily as he helps me up onto my feet.

“Welcome back my son” my father responds joyfully

I hug him tightly as he leads us out of the building.

“Carlo, my son, you remember (name)?”

Instantly my heart is thrumming and I look excited.

“(Name)? Where are they?” I ask eagerly

My father smiles and tells me that they’re at the Hotel Krat, but that I needed to get rid of some pests that reside there with them. My body feels a sudden rush at the thought of making father proud. Before I could rush off to complete Father’s wishes he stopped me.

“(Name) will be very happy to see you again. Finally, you two can be united just as it was always meant to be. I saved this for you two just for this day”

Father pulls out two rings and I slip one on. The thought of having (name) all to myself thrills me. All of their love and affection will finally be all mine.

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Oh, the sounds of beautiful screams fill the halls. What a joyous day for me. Finally, all of the love I deserve is going to belong all to me. I happily walk to (name)’s room, the warm blood and oil speckle my body in beautiful shades of red and black. Slowly I open the door to reveal an empty room. Oh… playing hide and seek now, I love games. I silently search the room until I hear the faintest of breaths exhaled from the wardrobe. It brings a smile to my face. I rip open the wardrobe and pull (name) against me. Their screams are like music to my ears.

“My love~ I promised you I would come back”

I hold them close as I stare lovingly down at them. I love the way their fear makes them look like a cute bird caught by a cat. The way I can feel their heart pounding against their chest. They’re so excited to see me again as well!

“Let go of me! You monster!”

Monster? No, no, they got it all wrong. Why are they being so bitter? Where’s the sweet love from before? I feel them push against me weakly. This isn’t right… they’re supposed to love me. Then I realized maybe they just need to learn. They forgot how to love a human, not a puppet.

“Now, now, that’s not very nice of you, love~”

The tears that spilled from their eyes were so cute. So helpless and vulnerable, just proving that they need me.

“Father promised me that we were made for each other. So start acting like it, love.”

I feel them tremble in my hold before submitting to me. It brings a smile to my face. They only needed some ‘encouragement’ to open up to me again.

“That’s a good spouse~”

I lean close to reward them with a kiss. Suddenly I stumbled back as they smashed a vase against my head. I growl and glare as I watch them run. Fine. If they want to play a game of chase then so be it. I ran after them throughout the hotel. I’m impressed as they managed to run outside, but it’s about time I ended all of these games. I grab their leg before snapping it easily.

“See? That’s what happens when you’re not a good spouse. I have to clip your wings.”

Feeling the victory and joy at finally winning. I pull out the matching ring and slip it onto their finger. They’re all mine! All of their love is all mine! I can’t help but pull them into a kiss. They cry louder and it brings me joy.

“That’s right, love! Cry! It’s a joyous moment for both of us. Now we can be together forever just as we were meant to be”

(Name) may be bitter now, but I guess dark chocolate takes some time getting used to before it can be fully appreciated.

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Notes: I hope you all enjoy this. I’m also sorry that this fic is way longer than the first one.

@jssy96 ~ @emberstoriesandtales ~ @justatimidcreator

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[umekawa-eve]

Summer's Finale

Carlo x Reader

The reason I deleted the previous post because I found so many spelling errors in it(like, Carlo became Calro or Caro; stalker become Hunter or something). Damn the translator.

Every summer, your parents would send you to your grandparents' house up in the mountains during the school break. Their reasoning was that the air up there was cleaner than in the city, and breathing in some fresh air would be beneficial for your health.

You were always frail and prone to illness since childhood. It seemed like you were either catching one illness or another throughout the year. Your parents had to take care of you while managing their work responsibilities, so summer vacation was an opportunity for them to take a breather by leaving you in the care of others. At least, that's how you perceived it.

You didn't dislike living in the mountains. Every morning, you would venture into the forest, playing and making friends with small animals and flowers. Sometimes you would go fishing with your grandfather. When you got tired, you would return home and relish the delectable dishes prepared by your grandmother. In the evening, you would sit on the backyard swing with your grandfather, gazing up at the vast expanse of the starry night sky. The stars were so big and bright there, a sight that couldn't be compared to anything you could see in the city. Your grandfather would point out constellations and share their stories with you.

Although your days in the mountains were joyful, you missed your father and mother who lived in the city. And now, you longed for your grandparents who resided in the heavens.

You didn't attend your grandparents' funeral back then because you didn't like shedding tears in front of others. You believed it would only make your grandfather and grandmother sad to see you cry.

Since your grandparents' passing, you never returned to the mountains.

You don't know when it started, but the house became so quiet, eerily quiet.

One evening, your parents sat at opposite ends of the couch, resembling two books, without much interaction. Just a while ago, as long as the door between the kitchen and the living room was left open, you would hear laughter. Sometimes your father would crack jokes, making you burst into laughter, and even your mother would smile. You didn't always grasp the jokes, but because everyone was laughing, you laughed along.

But somehow, your parents gradually reduced the frequency of their conversations, and sometimes they wouldn't even glance at each other. You tried to continue being the book and engage them in trivial chatter, but it felt cold. Coldness emanated from both ends of the couch, and your defrosting mechanisms couldn't handle it. You had to leave because that coldness would freeze your cheeks, causing tears to well up in your eyes.

A few months ago, you tried once: "Would you like to hear a joke I heard at school today?"

Your parents remained silent.

Your father was reading the article in his hands. He glanced at his daughter, his expression somewhat surprised, then lowered his head and continued reading.

The article he was reading was about a mysterious stone called "Ergo," with complex content that you couldn't comprehend. Your father was a member of the Alchemist Guild, busy with work and shrouded in mystery. He never told you what his work exactly entailed, nor did he allow you to enter his study.

Meanwhile, your mother didn't even lift her head, her eyes fixed on the sheet music, occasionally making amendments. Your mother was a musical composer, currently putting all her efforts into her comeback piece (she had given up her work previously to care for you when you were young).

"Why don't skeletons fight?" you decided to stick to the plan.

"Why?" Your father casually replied, flipping through the article.

"My dear, what did you just say?" your mother asked. She had just written what she believed to be her best lyrics yet.

For some unknown reason, you sat there motionless, drenched in sweat yet shivering with cold, a chilling sensation that penetrated to your very core. In the end, you had no choice but to escape from your distant parents and seek solace in your own room. There, you lay on your bed, burying your head in the pillow, weeping. From that moment on, you often closed the door, retreating into your own world.

Your father had a demanding job that frequently took him away on business trips to distant places, sometimes for an entire month. The last time he returned from an overseas trip, he brought you a cute little cat. You named him "Spring" because he arrived in your home during the springtime.

At that time, Spring had just turned one month old. He was merely the size of a palm, with sparse orange fur that made him resemble a little old man. But his eyes were large and round, with a small nose and soft, tender pads on his tiny paws. You loved squeezing them.

Spring was fierce towards others; if someone reached out to touch him, he would hiss, warning them that if they dared to touch him, he would not hesitate to sink his sharp fangs into their hands. However, Spring showed no aversion to your touch. Every time you approached him, he wagged his tail happily, greeting you. He intentionally rubbed against your hand, indicating his desire to be petted. And when you stroked him, he emitted a contented purr, as if thoroughly enjoying the moment.

Sometimes, he would jump onto the windowsill and gaze outside, lost in thought. Observing his increasingly mature figure, you couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness. You thought to yourself, if you were taken away from your mother at birth, you would also feel heartbroken.

You loved Spring, and you loved your father for giving him to you. You believed that your father loved you too, but he didn't understand you, and you realized you didn't understand him either.

Although you had some friends at school, you still felt an indescribable loneliness. It wasn't the absence of people around you, but rather the absence of someone with whom you could share the depths of your innermost feelings.

Loneliness is like an unfathomable abyss, without end, without a destination, only darkness and emptiness. You stand alone at the edge of this abyss, gazing into its bottomless darkness, feeling as if you are plummeting into it, unable to escape. Loneliness is your deepest fear because you are alone in the midst of a crowd, and there is nothing more terrifying than that.

In school, it is inevitable to encounter troubles at times, but you never speak up about them. You portray yourself as cool on the surface, but deep inside, you are fragile. Sometimes, you also want to show vulnerability, to seek comfort, and to cry in your mother's embrace, pouring out the injustices you have faced. However, your self-esteem prevents you from doing so. At times, you also wonder when and how you became so awkward.

But home is not always peaceful either. Sometimes, your parents argue fiercely, unabashedly expressing their hatred for each other through their words. During those times, you would hide in your room with Spring, covering your head with a pillow, as if it could shield you from the unbearable insults.

At the beginning of the new semester, your parents, who care for you flawlessly, send you to a boarding school. There is another boy who transfers alongside you. He has curly black hair, chestnut-colored eyes, and a few freckles on his fair face. When introducing himself, he only mentions his name and refuses to say another word.

He is reserved and never initiates conversations. Classmates perceive him as peculiar, and they all find it difficult to accept him, but you, on the other hand, don't mind. Sometimes, you also dislike talking. Even after a long time since the start of the school year, he remains solitary, often seen nestled in the music room, playing the piano alone, completely immersed in his own world. When it rains, he doesn't use an umbrella, yet he never falls ill. You envy him for that.

Perhaps there is some hidden force at work, as you always seem to encounter him here and there. When you meet each other's gaze, you see familiarity in the eyes of this boy named Carlo—a familiar loneliness that you also see reflected in your own eyes when you look in the mirror. Yet, when you pass by each other, you always want to say something to him, but the words fail to escape your lips. So, you lower your head, avoiding his sorrowful eyes, pretending not to have noticed him.

Lonely individuals stand out too prominently in a crowd, attracting some unscrupulous individuals. One day, you witness a group of senior students bullying him. Without a second thought, you courageously step forward to confront those individuals. However, relying solely on your and Carlo's strength, you are no match for the powerful and imposing senior students. You both end up being at a disadvantage until another boy comes to your aid. Only with his help do you manage to defeat those students, although the three of you sustain injuries. But you believe that after this incident, no one will dare to bully him again.

The helpful boy who introduced himself as Romeo had a ghostly mane of golden hair and fair skin, resembling a prince straight out of a fairy tale. He carried himself with grace and elegance, and his voice was gentle and soothing. However, he was the most valiant among the three of you. In the recent altercation, he single-handedly defeated a senior student.

"Why did you help me?" the boy asked in the infirmary, his eyes fixed on the bandaged hand.

After contemplating for a moment, you replied calmly, "There isn't any specific reason. I simply detest injustice and unfairness."

"Same here," Romeo said. "How could I stand idly by when I see someone being bullied?"

Carlo remained silent for a while, then spoke up, "Why did you come to Monad Charity House?"

Romeo shrugged indifferently and replied, "I'm an orphan. I was sent here a long time ago."

You couldn't bring yourself to reveal the truth as candidly as Romeo did, so you spoke in a low voice, "My parents didn't have time to take care of me, so they dumped me here."

"Me too," Carlo chuckled self-mockingly, but there was a tinge of sadness in his tone. "My father is a puppet maker, and he invests more energy in his puppets than in me. Sometimes I wonder what my purpose of existence truly is. Why didn't he just make a puppet son instead?"

"Perhaps we are all just accidents," you muttered.

Instead of feeling offended by your words, Carlo burst into laughter. His hearty laughter infected both you and Romeo, and you couldn't help but laugh together until the nurse warned you, and the three of you stopped.

From that day on, the three of you became inseparable friends. Despite the whispers and gossip of your classmates, you paid no mind because you had each other's company.

The pressure of schoolwork often made you yearn for an escape, but you didn't know where to go.

"Learning all these things that I won't need in the future will rot my brain," Carlo complained. "I want to be a stalker, not an alchemist. Why do I have to study all this unnecessary stuff?"

"If you want to be a stalker, you still have to graduate from here. But right now, you can't even pass a simple quiz. You better just dream about it," Romeo taunted.

"That's my dream, alright. Can't I have dreams?" Carlo retorted with annoyance. "What about you? What's your dream? What do you want to be when you grow up?"

Romeo rested his chin on his hand and lightly tapped his lips with his index finger. "I also want to be a stalker."

Carlo narrowed his eyes. "How despicable! You're copying me."

Romeo rolled his eyes. "No, I did not. Don't make things up."

"Alright then. Y/n, what about you? What's your dream?" Carlo turned his head towards you, who had been diligently working on your math homework.

"Huh? Well..." Caught off guard by the question about your own dream, you couldn't answer immediately. After pondering for a while, you finally spoke up, "I want to be an alchemist."

Carlo and Romeo exchanged glances at each other, then turned their gaze back to you without uttering a word, just staring at you.

Unaccustomed to being the center of attention, you felt somewhat uneasy. So, you asked them, "What's going on? Why aren't you saying anything?"

They continued to silently stare at you for a while longer. Carlo was the first to break the silence, sighing before saying, "Ah, what a bore."

Romeo followed suit, sighing as well. "I thought your dreams would be more grand, like becoming a stalker."

"If word of that gets out, it wouldn't surprise me if you end up dead in the streets one day," you calmly retorted to Romeo. "And what's not great about being an alchemist? Sofia's father is an alchemist. He discovered the Ergo and supports this charity house. I think he's quite remarkable."

Carlo shook his head. "Alchemists are a bunch of hypocrites, driven solely by greed. Of course, I'm not targeting Sofia's father specifically, but all alchemists in general."

"Ah, typical Carlo! Saying things I dare not say," Romeo laughed.

"If alchemists are truly as you describe, then I'll be a breath of fresh air in the alchemy world," you half-jokingly, half-seriously said. Then, with long eyelashes lowered, you spoke in a detached tone, "I want to find a cure for petrification disease. Both my grandparents died from it."

You lowered your head, reminiscing about your departed loved ones, and a hint of bitterness welled up in your heart.

Carlo paused, no longer using sharp words to challenge you. He placed his hand on your shoulder and smiled faintly, saying, "Then I'll become your stalker, protecting you."

Romeo exaggeratedly shivered and rubbed his arms, saying, "Ugh, you're so cheesy, Carlo."

"Shut up," Carlo blushed, avoiding Romeo's gaze. However, his actions only made Romeo more eager to tease him.

Romeo leaned closer to Carlo, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "Could it be... you have feelings for Y/n?"

"Uh—!" Carlo let out a sudden, awkward yelp, perhaps realizing his own indiscretion. He pretended to cough a few times to cover up his embarrassment and stammered, "Wh-who, who likes her? I'm just protecting her out of knightly spirit!"

"Oh? Is that so?" Romeo raised an eyebrow, looking at Carlo skeptically.

Romeo snorted. "I see. Well, just don't spout nonsense! I'm leaving!" With that, he picked up his assignment and quickly turned to leave the library.

Romeo turned to look at you, and you could only shrug helplessly.

"What about you? What kind of feelings do you have for Carlo?" he suddenly asked.

Caught off guard by the question, you hesitated for a moment before stammering, "I-I feel... what I feel towards Carlo..."

Deep down, you had always admired Carlo's talents and character, but you wondered if you had developed romantic feelings for him, the kind commonly referred to as love. You weren't entirely sure yourself. Although you couldn't be certain, you had similar emotions in your heart.

"I don't know either," you softly replied to Romeo.

Besides studying and doing assignments together, the three of you often wandered aimlessly, doing nothing in particular. Even though you didn't do much, you felt content because the feeling of companionship was wonderful.

Through your interactions with Carlo, you gradually understood why he enjoyed being in the rain. Standing there, allowing the pouring rain to drench you, there was a indescribable feeling. Under the relentless downpour, all worries were washed away, leaving only a pure sense of connection with nature.

When you were completely soaked by the rain, with your clothes sticking to your body and your hair softly clinging to your face, an unprecedented sense of liberation would envelop you. In that moment, you felt so light, as if all burdens had been washed away along with the rain.

Perhaps that was why Carlo was so fascinated by the feeling of rain. Only through the powerful impact of heavy rain could you both escape from the mundane world, briefly forgetting the realities that couldn't be avoided in daily life. Even if it was only for a short while, this experience of freedom far surpassed the ordinary.

Just that alone was enough to fill the emptiness and monotony in your heart. And perhaps, it was because of this that Carlo allowed himself to be engulfed by the rain time and time again.

Even though you would catch a cold after getting drenched in the rain, you had no regrets.

When the mid-semester arrived, your parents separated.

From that day on, you felt exhausted, unable to muster any energy to do anything. Whenever you thought about the fact that your parents no longer loved each other, an inexplicable sense of suffocation welled up in your heart.

If possible, you just wanted to sleep forever, to escape the weight and pain that burdened you.

Perhaps you could never regain your composure. You despised yourself for being so lifeless, yet you couldn't summon the strength to change that. You didn't know how to deal with these emotions, so you allowed yourself to drift along, at the mercy of the tides. You thought, if you couldn't rise above, why not sink beneath?

You spent quite a long time in this state of despondency until Carlo and Romeo uttered those words to you.

"Let's leave this place together!"

On that midsummer night, the three of you packed your bags and secretly escaped from the Monard Refuge. You traveled by train, a farmer's truck, and walked along mountain roads for a long time until you reached your grandparents' ancestral home. Apart from a bit more dust and the absence of two adorable old people, the interior remained unchanged, as if time had ceased to flow here, and your grandparents were just out for a walk, about to return any moment.

Carlo discovered grandfather's piano and began pressing a few keys, transforming the fragmented notes into a beautiful melody. Inspired, you picked up grandmother's violin and accompanied Carlo's tune with your fingertips and the bow.

The piano's unrestrained melody flowed like a free-spirited river, while the violin's delicate and melodious notes sailed alongside, like a small boat adrift. They journeyed side by side, chasing and evading each other, intertwining and leaning on one another, yet leaving enough space for the other to shine, completing a graceful composition.

As the piece concluded, Romeo sitting nearby applauded and handed you a bunch of freshly picked bluebells. You closed your eyes and smelled the flowers, but all you could detect was a faint scent of rust.

"Strange, why does it smell like blood?" an indescribable unease arose within you.

You opened your eyes again and noticed that the blue petals were covered in dark red streaks. Panicked, you lowered your head and discovered that the back of the hand holding the flowers was already stained with fresh blood.

Only then did you realize that the tingling sensation deep in your nasal cavity was due to your own nosebleed. You tried to wipe it away with the back of your hand, but the blood continued to flow incessantly, staining the entire bluebell. Startled, your hand loosened its grip, and the blood-soaked flower slipped from your palm and fell to the ground.

"Are you alright, Y/n?" Carlo looked at you with concern, his brown eyes filled with worry.

"I'm fine," you managed a weak smile, attempting to reassure him.

"Sit down for now, I'll go get a towel for you," Romeo said and walked away.

"Are you really okay?" Carlo asked, his expression still filled with doubt.

"Don't see me as so fragile. It's just a nosebleed," you said with a smile, trying to ease his concerns.

Carlo nodded, although he didn't seem entirely convinced.

When night fell, you wandered through the serene forest. At the end of the forest lay a beautiful lake. In the past, you often went fishing with your grandfather in a small boat.

In the stillness of the night, the lake appeared pitch black, adorned with stars that resembled scattered golden dust. The radiant moon hung high in the sky, its reflection resembling a jade disc sinking into the water. You paddled the small boat to the center of the lake and lay down, gazing up at the starry canopy. In the profound darkness, the starlight shimmered like a vast sea, captivating and captivating the imagination. No words were spoken, as you immersed yourselves in this mystical and enchanting starry night.

You wished time could freeze in this moment.

After this brief journey, you fell seriously ill, even more so than before. Throughout the day, you were only awake for one or two hours, spending the rest of the time in a semi-conscious state.

The dreams concocted by your feverish mind were terrifying and distorted. You dreamed of endlessly falling into an abyss of darkness, much like the protagonist of that well-known tale who fell down a rabbit hole in pursuit of a rabbit. However, she arrived in an incomprehensible realm after landing, encountering a group of peculiar individuals, while you simply continued to descend endlessly.

You struggled to grasp onto something, but found nothing around you. Your descent resembled a runaway roller coaster, with suffocating fear filling your chest. Finally, you woke up, drenched in sweat, gasping for breath.

At that moment, a small hand reached out immediately. You strained to open your heavy eyelids and saw a seated figure in blue, albeit blurred.

Your lips curled slightly upwards as you spoke with your frail, broken voice, "Oh, Carlo... I fell."

"Hey, but I caught you." Carlo said with a smile. "Would you like some water?"

"No, drinking water makes me nauseous now. How long have you been here?"

"I came right after school. I begged the principal for a long time to let me come see you."

You remained silent. Speaking was a laborious and unbearable task for you. So, you simply held onto Carlo's hand. But as you gazed at him, your face slightly lifted, you noticed a glimmer in his clear, wide eyes. You couldn't help but ask, "Did you cry?"

"No," Carlo denied vehemently.

"I saw your tears."

"It's just... some sand got in my eyes."

His actions only confirmed your suspicion. Thus, you said, "Did you think I was going to die, so you-"

"No, it's not like that," Carlo softly interrupted. "It's just that seeing you in so much pain made my heart ache. I was upset with myself because I couldn't take away your suffering or become you to bear it for you. And then, tears fell without me even realizing it. But I'm not crying."

"You fool."

Carlo looked up, his face filled with astonishment.

"You don't need to blame yourself at all." you said. "Even if you could become me, I wouldn't want you to endure this pain. I'm already grateful that you can be here with me."

Carlo didn't say anything, and neither did you. Words turned into a clear pool of water, with one teardrop after another gently sliding down from your eyes. And then, nothing remained.

※※※

As the summer drew to a close, she vanished.

It was a few hours before her passing when Carlo last spoke to her.

At her request, he wheeled her wheelchair and took her to the garden outside the hospital.

"The weather is lovely today," she said, gazing at the sky, her face slowly breaking into a gentle smile. "But I truly wish I could take another walk in the rain with you and Romeo."

Carlo listened perplexed, unsure why she was saying such things.

"There will be a chance, so you must live well," he replied.

She silently gazed into his eyes. "I'm sorry... but I am happy because I had the chance to know you all, and I truly like you all. I really like you. Become an extraordinary stalker, Carlo."

She smiled faintly, no longer saying anything more, and Carlo felt that he had been waiting a long time for these words.

Then they fell silent, just quietly observing the scenery.

Suddenly, the view before them became radiant. Thin clouds in the sky parted, allowing sunlight to pour over the earth, and the green grass and trees stood tall as if blessing the world.

This conversation became their final exchange. A few hours later, she passed away.

At the beginning of September, during a rainy autumn funeral, Carlo once again played the song they had performed together on the mountain during the summer, but this time without the accompaniment of the violin.

The melodies of summer, long gone, soared through the autumn, seeking their old fortress.

The flower language of Gentiana is "Falling in love with the melancholy you."

#lies of p #lies of p x reader #lies of p x you #carlo x reader #drabble #random shit #SoundCloud

[chiigasakii]

Carlo x Reader headcanons

A/N: i haven't wrote anything like this in years but im desperate for more lop fanfics so here i am. wouldn't mind taking requests so let me know if there's anything i should write :)

- going out with carlo has its ups and downs considering he's mischievous but he definitely apologises to you if jokes went to far.

- i imagine carlo doesn't care much about pda and would hold hands whenever he could and would hug you from behind mid conversation.

- doesn't like talking about his home life due to his father not being in the picture much since he prioritises his work over his son. just reassure him that he's loved and cared about. will probably wanna be held for comfort then will act like nothing happened the next day.

- definitely the type to hold things away from you and expect something before handing it back. like one time you were reading and he snatched the book away out of reach and said he would give it back for a kiss on the cheek. he likes teasing you whenever he can.

- beware for if you get caught blushing or getting shy cause you will never hear the end of it. he will tease the hell out of you. however if he were to get caught blushing he will deny it and come up with some excuse like "its warm in here" or something.

- likes passing notes under the table in class or at meals and seeing how you react.

- i like to believe that he would let you doodle on his hand if he caught you doodling.

- would turn up outside your door sometimes with a few cuts and scratches due to his stalker training with romeo and tells you that it doesn't bother him at all. lets out a loud sigh or groan when you lecture him about training safely but understands your concern.

#lies of p #headcanons #fanfic #carlo #carloxreader #lies of p x reader #carlo x reader #lop #writing

[writing-fanics]

lil carlo, romeo and you just being the best of friends in the monad charity house. you of course having a little crush on carlo and romeo would playfully tease you about

“No I don’t!” You’d shout blushing face red. clearly a lie plan on your face. “don’t worry your secret is safe with me.” he tells you smiling

how you two became his found family. how as the three of you got older you wanted to be stalkers.

Lampwick

Pinocchio

[Stalker Name]

your relationship with carlo blossoming into something more. romeo was quick to catch on to the blossoming romance between his friends. the small flirts the glances.

when he kissed your cheek it made your heart skip a beat.

when you graduated you were there for him, and comforted him. you watched as your friends dealt with the petrification disease.

carlo even sick was still a stronger fighter, even though he knew his time was coming he still fought.

he wanted to see you one last to hear your voice see you smile. even in his final moments you were on his mind. he never had the chance to confess his feelings for you. tell you how much you meant to him.

when you were told of his death you were devastated, your entire world seemed to fall apart. romeo disappeared without a trace. and you were left alone to suffer and grieve over the loss of the most important people in your life.

the world never felt more empty. you continued to be a stalker but followed your own path. you weren’t the same person anymore you were grieving and the things that once brought you joy, now reminded you of what you’d lost.

you wondered what kindve future you and carlo could’ve had. you never had the chance to confess to him. and you regretted that. you were a zombie now stumbling through the falling krat struggling to find reasons to keep going.

your relationship with p was rocky, you were snappy and distant. but slowly u started to warm up to him. each time he’d enter your room asking if you’d join him

eventually you’d start bringing up little things from ur past. even showing him a necklace carlo had gotten u and told him how much it meant to you.

when you started crying he didn’t know what to do, but something in him told him to hug you so he did and you cried into his chest

so much pain in your heart and sorrow and you just wanted it to end.

it was when he arrived back at the attacked hotel you kissed him it was heat of the moment you thought u were going to lose someone you loved all over again and so you lept into his arms and kissed him

i need to stop talking and write this

#carlo x reader #lies of p x reader #lies of p #pinocchio x reader

[kame11a]

story ideas idk what I'm doing

soooo basically I've had some ideas for some oneshots with our favourite puppet in my mind for a few weeks now. Buuuuuut since I propably won't have the time nor the skill to write them, I will just leave the ideas here.

Feel free to use these ideas if you feel like writing a whole story to them (but tag me because I want to read them >:) )

(also excuse any spelling mistakes, English isn't my first language)

After some time had passed, a few more people seeked refuge within the safe (more or less) walls of Hotel Krat. Among them, some children. The reader, a rather young adult themselfes (maybe freshly graduated from school/college before the franzy happened) spend some time with the children, giving them small teaching sessions based on their basic knowledge which they had gathered from school and their notes they still had in their bag. Pinocchio noticed that and at some point listened to their "class", after all he also has got a lot to learn since he is not a human and fights all day long. (Now imagen a whole grown ass man (puppet) sitting with a bunch of children on the ground infront of the reader who uses a small chalkboard (which they found in the library), listening to them explaining the basics of idk fotosynthesis or something like that).

2. This one is simple, just P with a reader who like to bake. Simple. Whenever the puppet returns from a mission, the hotel is filled with a pleasant scent of chocolate, cinnamon or vanilla, while everyone is already munching on some cookies or small pastries (can you imagen how cute Sophia must look while nibbling on a cookie, trying not to get any crumbs onto the carpet? :')). The reader themselfs also smells like chocolate or whatever all the time since they just spend all day preparing food and other stuff for their friends in the hotel (it is their way of thanking everyone for letting them seek refuge there).

bonus: since P propably isn't able to eat, at least not while he is a puppet, the reader keeps a small notebook containing all the food/desserts Pinocchio would like to try once he is able to (kind of like Al from fmab if yk). Until then he eventually helps the reader in the kitchen, even if most of the time he only watches since he has no idea what to do

3. This one is kinda angst/comfort stuff idk. Also kind of a sensitiv topic so if anybody feels offended by this please tell me and I will delete it!!!

Basically the whole events happening in Krat took a great toll on the readers mental health. Sadly, they were the only one from their family/friendgroup who was able to survive the attack, living now in the hotel with other refugees. Nightmares and guilt haunted them day and night as they constantly had to think about these horrific events, giving themselfs the fault for not being able to safe their loved ones. This kind of behaviour caused them to completly loose themselfs, now only being numb to everything, not finding any reasons to do anything. If they could decide, they would just like to stop existing. Thats when your boy appears. Let's say he is in his mid/latestage of becoming a human (yk like with his hair grown out n stuff). Him and the reader knew eachother for quite some time, since the reader was one of the first people to appear in the hotel, somewhat helping him to achieve his goal in becoming more human (like explaining emotions and other human things to him). Pinocchio also draggs them along when he discovers something new. Wether he did it intentionally or not, he helped the reader to fall in love with being alive again with his behaviour of basically acting like a small child who sees the world for the first time. Dancing in the rain while feeling the small raindrops gently touching their skin, watching small insects in the garden together, listening to the soft tunes of the gramophone in the entrance hall, playing with Spring, you name it.

4. This one is for ma boys Romeo and Carlo, so basically before everything happened (or in an AU where they survived and just lived their normal lifes... idk). So my first idea for them was just some tales from their school life, back at the Monad Charity House. You know, basic teenager/young adult stuff; studying together, training together, doing stupid shit in class together, always eating together at the same table in the dining hall, sneaking out together to hang out in the city, and much more.

I guess this would be a perfect crack oneshot/drabble

5. the second idea is a bit more romantic. Idk how I came up with this (I am delusional), but I thought about the reader attending another boarding school in Krat, which holds a close relationshiop to the Monad Charity House, Carlo and Romeo live in. Therefore, there are several events the two school hold together like a sports festival or something like that. Another one of these events are the grand balls which both schools host. It is their intention to a) establish more contacts and relationships among the studends and b) for them to also learn how to dance, eat and behave in a more formal way at social gatherings. So at one of these balls, the reader meets Romeo and Carlo and gets to know them better. Since I think it would be easier to write for only one of them (correct me if I am wrong), one could add the best friend of the reader who then gets to go with the options the reader did not choose (does that make sense?). For example, the reader and Carlo get rather close, shyly asking each other if they would like to dance or go outside to talk more, while the readers best friend does the same with Romeo (very stereotypical, I know). Maybe the Romeo x best friend combination would tease the hell out of Carlo and the reader since I view Romeo as the kind of person, to drob teasing comments here and there while being the biggest flirt himself and Carlo is one of the people, who on the outside also try to be like Romeo, but in reality are a complete mess when it comes to romance and stuff (yet again, only how I imagen them). (Have I already mentioned that I am delusional?)

so yeah these are my ideas which I will just leave here. As I already said, feel free to take them and do your own thing with them ( but I wanna see the result :)))) ). Also feel free to add your own ideas/inspirations to them

also this is my first real post here so go easy on me haha idk what I am doing here but for now I will be your "Fanfiction/oneshot-idea-dealer"

:)

#lies of p #lies of p x reader #lop #Pinocchio #pinocchio x reader #lies of p romeo #lies of p carlo #romeo x reader #carlo x reader #lies of p romeo x reader x carlo #oneshot #drabble #writing ideas

[anonymergremlin]

For you guys. Kink Headcanons for Romeo, Carlo and P.

WARNING: SMUT

Romeo:

Size difference: We have had a glimpse of Romeo as a puppet, he is so tall. You can't tell me that this wasn't the case when he was alive. Anyway… [Name] being smaller than him? More than a little. Oh guys, he really loves it. They are his precious little lovers who needs a 'large' guy like him.

Praise (giving): Romeo gives me the vibes of someone who really cares for others and likes to see his former lovers happy. I can see that in bed too. He calls [name] his good love. Praises them for taking his dick so well and for being so lovely and patient.

Body worship: Excuse me, but as I said. He is a good guy and he totally shows it. Adores every curve, shape and detail of [Name]'s body. Chubby? Skinny? Thick? Lean? It doesn't matter to him. Their body is something he places on a pedestal.

Carlo:

Biting: I love Carlo, he is my little trickster. Cheeky boy, playful boy. Bites in a way that leaves some red spots or hopefully even marks. He doesn't bite too hard, but hard enough to leave a mark. [Name] is the one who makes him feel loved, who he loves. So of course he makes sure that they and perhaps others are aware of it.

Oral fixation: I know that biting falls under this as well BUT it is still a kink that needs to be mentioned. He loves to lick and suck. Tongue kisses? Yes. Licking over a sensitive part of their body? Yes. Going down on them? YES! He does all of it.

Praise (receiving): This is still Carlo we are talking about. The boy who was so neglected by his father. He deserves and honestly needs some praises. Not really one on the "good boy" side, but one on the "you make me feel so good. You take care of me so well. I love you so much, Carlo"-side. Praise makes him feel good and confident about himself and what he is doing.

P:

Wholesome: Oh P, my sweet P. I am not saying this because he is a puppet who becomes human. No, I say it because I believe it. Romantic things during sex are his kink. Holding each other, soft kissing and speaking words from pure love. That is his kind of thing.

Praise (receiving): This is something that he has in common with Carlo, expect that he really loves to be called a 'good boy'. [Name] telling him what a good boy he is, how well he pleases their body, and how happy they are to have him… Well… "Your springs are reacting".

Noises: This one might sound weird, but I can imagine him being into all the noises that they would make while he is fucking them in one way or another. Moans sound so good to him, they almost sound like they are singing for him. The sweet sounds coming from their bodies, while they sleep with eachother, make him feel so alive.

Just a few kinky thoughts I have for them. But trust me. I have more. Hehe.

#lies of p #lies of p x reader #p x reader #carlo x reader #romeo x reader #headcanons #smut #just a few little thoughts on kinks #>:)

[venigni]

I keep thinking about a scenario in which you, a normal (weak) human--not stalker-trained or anything--are left with bad end!Carlo after Geppetto leaves as his one (1) form of entertainment.

#lies of p #lop spoilers #carlo x reader #lies of p x reader #carlo #headcanon #this could potentially have a happy ending............

[prismatic-starstuff]

I really like your Carlo headcanons and I am kindly asking for nsfw ones (only if you are comfortable with it of course)

I am down on my knees for that boy-

Thank you dearie, I'm happy you liked them! 💕 I am indeed comfortable with writing that, I too am down on my knees for the boy alsmalxmalxm

Real Boy!ending Carlo: general spicy headcanons

18+ only content under the cut, minors stay away

Teasing, teasing, teasing. Carlo's sassy by nature, so expect him to make little comments about how you're so desperate for him, about how cute the noises you make for him are, about how damn pretty you look while you're taking his cock...

He's not shy about what he wants. It isn't at all uncommon for him to casually caress you from behind, his hips deliberately rubbing up against you, tongue shamelessly teasing at your neck as he playfully coos your name.

With consent established beforehand, this man is absolutely the type to wake you up with oral in the morning. He just can't help himself; his love makes such cute noises first thing in the morning, looks so lovely when they're all sleepy and needy!

He likes positions and acts that let him be the boss. Bondage where you're tied up, facesitting where he's on top, having you kneel before him while he holds your hair and uses your mouth...

He thinks his partner looks extra pretty with his load on their face. When you're sucking him, it's not at all uncommon for him to pull out and hold your hair and give the most delighted little giggle while he paints you.

Yes, in general, this man likes to be on top; likes to spread his lover's thighs wide and gaze into your eyes while he gives it to you almost overwhelmingly fast and hard, likes to bend you over couches and tables, even if there's a nonzero chance someone might catch you.

...but you know what? Top him. Oh, he's desperate for you to call his bluff, to tease him right back, to lay him down and hold his wrists and overstimulate him until he's screaming your name like it's a holy prayer; turn the tables on him and he'll love it!

He's loud. Whether he's subbing or domming, topping or bottoming, there is no silencing this man's gasps and moans and - if you get him in the right mood - whimpers and whines and sobs.

Actually... he could cum just from being praised alone. He's been starved of care and love for a lot of his life, and he needs validation; being held close and hearing how good and beautiful and sexy he is, whispered close in his ear, could easily bring him to a trembling and whimpering and intense hands-free orgasm. (Don't tease him about it. He'll sulk... then find some way to return the favour.)

For all he can be rough, and for all he can want you to be rough with him, Carlo knows and appreciates the importance of aftercare; and he loves it, too. Cuddles and kisses and proper cleanup are a must... though even in the tender moments, he might not be able to resist a couple of playful remarks about your cute face while you climaxed!

#my writing #spicy #lies of p #lies of p carlo #lop carlo #carlo x reader

[luminous-crescent]

My Carlo x reader headcanons from their school days

Carlo and y/n are classmates and are both stalker trainees.

His the type to be shy in front of y/n, but will defend y/n whenever he sees y/n getting insulted.

The two of them always practice together but y/n is the type to be oblivious whenever Carlo stutters and tries to ask y/n out.

Almost all of their classmates knew that Carlo has a crush on y/n, even Romeo his best friend can tell. Yet, y/n is clueless/oblivious of it.

Romeo saw a spark between the two and tried to get them together but Carlo's hardheaded and couldn't ask properly. Romeo tried getting the two of them together in his own way but it just doesn't seem to work.

Carlo once tried holding y/n's hand and it surprises him that y/n's hands are really smooth and delicate and it almost feels fragile but he can't really say that considering the fact that y/n is good with swordsmanship.

Carlo may look cocky sometimes, but his just trying to act cool and impress y/n.

Romeo would give Carlo advice on how to make a move on y/n but Romeo himself doesn't know how to make a move on a person he likes. Not yet.

Carlo is bad at flirting on y/n but he will get there someday.

Hello, thank you for reading! This is just some of my headcanons hehe.. does it sound cringe? I'm sorry but I'm not that good at writing a not-so in-depth love romance. But I do like trying to make action with bits of romance though, I don't post them and always scrap ideas. Hope you like the headcanons! Thank you!

Also, does this song kinda fit their romance? Or is it just me lol

#carlo x reader #headcanons #romeo lies of p #let's be delulu sometimes #romeo wants to be their wingman #he tried

[ikarasu]

🥀Tummy Ache🥀

Yandere Carlo x Reader

Warnings: possible spoilers, Yandere behavior, Stockholm syndrome, and slight gore

Reader’s Perspective: 🍫White Chocolate🍫

Carlo/P’s Persepctive: 🍫Dark Chocolate🍫

Word Count: 768

Sorry if it’s short

🥀~🎶~🥀~🎶~🥀~🎶~🥀~🎶~🥀~🎶~🥀~🎶~🥀~

His grip is cold and consuming like death itself coming to collect you on your deathbed. Only this time he spins me around a dimmed room in an endless delirious waltz. Surrounded by the smell of iron and rotting roses. The sounds of thunder roaring and turning gears are the only tunes for us to dance to. I gain my courage and stare up at him as he dips me gracefully. The familiar constellation of stars speckled across his skin is nowhere to be seen leaving me hopeless like a lost soul on a moonless night. Those honeyed brown eyes that should’ve been familiar aren’t and I feel no nostalgia when they stare me down. Those eyes aren’t the same eyes of the boy who didn’t know how to love or the boy who gave me promises of returning. These are the eyes of a monster, soulless and ready to consume me whole. How he coos at me like a caged songbird sickens my entire being. A songbird cannot sing when their partner for life has perished. A caged songbird does not ever experience true happiness for they never gain freedom or free will. So how does this monster expect me to sing a tune of love?

“Love~ please don’t ignore me” his voice taunts and haunts me.

Flashes of the final night I laid with the one I truly loved. The same voice that whispered words of affection and promises sickens me now. My eyes may fool me but my ergo knows that this monster isn’t my love. Yet, I can’t help but start to melt and crack under the constant attention and affection. Maybe it’s because of the many months of isolation or it might be my weeping heart trying to delude itself. I turn my head away only for it to be forced to look at him again. He traces my cheek just as my love would. In a moment of weakness, I melt and allow myself to selfishly enjoy the morsel of affection. The dance comes to a slow, and he runs his hand through my hair.

“I love you so much, I would trade the entire world for you”

For a moment my heart skips a beat and I almost let myself believe that he’s my love. The sweetness of his words slowly breaks away what little of what’s left of my sanity. Maybe it will be okay to let myself believe in this lie and consume this love. Despite everything I can no longer deny the fact this monster cherishes me. Yes, he can break my bones if it means he’ll spend all of his time nursing me. Yes, he can bruise my skin if it means he’ll press the softest of kisses on them as an apology. Yes, he may not be as true as P or Carlo, but I can’t help but crave his love. The dirty indulgence feeling you get from eating white chocolate is the same feeling as loving him. It’s so sweet and it feels so bad but so good at the same time. I want his love. I don’t want to be lonely again. I can’t lose him a third time. I-

“(Name), what’s occupying so much of your mind that you’re not paying attention to me. I’m right in front of you, you should only be thinking of me~”

I snap out of my train of thought and stare at him. Maybe this isn’t so bad. He may be different and mean, but he’s always seeking out only my love and affection.

I slowly reach my hand out and cup his face. He looks surprised before slowly nuzzling into my hand like a cat. He turns his face and presses kisses into my palm. That action alone melts my heart and I finally give in.

“About time, my love~”

He leans in and our foreheads press. The coolness of his skin doesn’t repel me as much this time. I stare at those honeyed brown eyes and watch them stare at my lips. My heart pounds and my stomach churns. Time slows as he finally leans in and kisses me and I return it this time. I let myself enjoy the sweetness despite the stomach ache I get from it. I want to drown in this sickening sweet love. He senses that the fight in me has been finally put out and he smiles into the kiss.

Like children, we ignore the tummy ache we get from too much sugar. In the end, we’re both desperate to drown in the sweetness of this sickening love.

🥀~🎶~🥀~🎶~🥀~🎶~🥀~🎶~🥀~🎶~🥀~🎶~🥀~

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[caesium-55]

“My girlfriend will be upset if she sees you touching me like that on my chest,” Carlos murmured, high as fuck post surgery.

“Sir—” you sighed, removing the stethoscope from his chest. You straightened the lapels of your white coat. “I’m your doctor.”

Carlos Sr. made an amused noise from his chair beside his son’s hospital bed. He gestured towards you.

“You don’t have a girlfriend,” Carlos Sr. told his son.

“Oh,” Carlos blinked his big, brown eyes. “I don't?”

Carlos was certain he had a girlfriend. They've been dating for over four years now. Their relationship was kept from the world as his girlfriend wanted to focus on her job without being bombarded by Carlos' millions of fans in her workplace and Carlos respected that, although he was not exactly the type who liked the idea of secret relationships. What did she do again? Carlos couldn't remember. The anesthesia was making everything whoozy for him.

“That's your wife, son.”

Carlos moved his gaze to your coat—[Name] [Surname]-Sainz, M.D., Chief of Trauma Surgery.

"Oh."

You raised an amused brow at his dumbstruck face, his beautiful brown eyes wide and his mouth agape. You shook your head at your husband's adorableness, smiling affectionately.

#carlos sainz #carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz imagine #fluff #f1 imagine #f1imagines #cs55 x reader #cs55 #doctor! reader #is this a breach of professionalism

[csainzoperator]

f1 drivers and their reaction to "she's busy" ☆

summary: f1 drivers reacting to "she's busy bro"

warnings: fem pronouns, mentions of cheating, slightly suggestive, comedic threatening, nicknames (baby, babe, love) idk if there are any other???

charles, carlos, lewis, george, max

oscar, lando, alex, logan, daniel

an: tbf, if i dont get bf responses like this, im dying single. AND IF UR BF AINT RESPONDING LIKE THIS, LEAVE HIS ASS GIRL 🤞🏼

lemme know if u liked it 🫶🏼🫶🏼

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