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miryum · 9 months

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Okay okay okay I feel like a genius and I know this is a lot and I’m so so sorry I just think it’s make a really compelling story!

Princess!reader is betrothed to Arthur. Neighbouring kingdoms with palaces very close together (this is important I promise). She’s like six months younger than him and it’s been set up since she was born. So she arrives at the palace, looking absolutely stunning, and she’s terrified. To his credit Arthur is very nice, very sweet. He shows her around, introduces her to people, makes sure she’s comfortable, etc..

But how could she possibly be looking at him when the middle brother is the same young boy she would secretly meet over the summer, the first boy she ever liked, kissed, and danced with around the forest before they both grew up? The boy she always thought she’d marry? The boy who is now sneaking into her chambers to kiss her absolutely breathless.

The same boy she still loves…

@bright-shiningstar I am SO SORRY that this didn't come out sooner, but every single time I looked at this request it literally made me squeal out loud, so I had to make sure it was perfect!! I think I rewrote it at least five times, so I hope you like the finished product! Thank you so much for requesting!

Buddies in the F1 world: @hey-kae @vinvantae

Warnings: Some swearing, probably some grammatical errors

Day 0

“Y/n, do you remember the Leclerc’s?” Your parents had sat you down after dinner.

“Yes, has the agreement gone through?” Your parents had spent most of your life drafting a treaty with the Leclerc’s, offering your hand in marriage as a staple. Prince Lorenzo was married to a young queen of a neighbouring kingdom, joining the two realms. Prince Charles was deemed too old for you. So that left the youngest. Now that you were old enough, the treaty was solidified.

“We got confirmation today,” your mother said, smiling proudly. She was so pleased to see her eldest daughter married off. “Prince Arthur is officially your fiancé!”

Your younger sister leaned into your side, trying to be a rock of comfort. You weren’t completely angry about being forced into marriage (the few times you had visited the Leclerc patriarch and matriarch, they had been kind and enchanting to you. You had no reason to think that their sons would be any different.) but you were petrified. You would be moving away from your family and home. You didn’t know what lay in front of you.

“And you’re leaving tomorrow…” your mother tied the strings of your distress.

“What?” Your sister, Megan, cried out. She latched onto you, pulling you close. “That’s not fair! Why can’t she stay for another week?”

“Because the wedding is in a week,” your father explained. “The Leclerc’s have it all set up. Luckily, they’re kind enough to give you a week to acclimate yourself to their family. Chin up, darling,” he said to you. “This is a joyous occasion.”

“I mean, I would’ve preferred the middle son,” your mother whispered. “More status and closer in line for the throne, but the youngest is acceptable.” Your father rolled his eyes.

“Why don’t you retire for the night?” your father prompted you. “You need to look your best tomorrow.”

“I can’t believe you’re leaving so soon!” Your sister dragged you away from your parents. “I thought I would get more time with you.” She hummed sadly.

“Megan, it’ll be alright. I’ll make sure you’re invited to the wedding.” You felt odd reassuring her, wondering if it should be the other way around.

“Oh, that’s right,” Megan groaned. “You’ll be Princess Y/n Leclerc in a week. That doesn’t sound right at all.”

“Why don’t we have a sleepover, hm?” You needed to distract Megan with something else, otherwise her worries would double your anxiety and stress. “Just like old times.”

“Yes!” Megan squealed and ran ahead of you. Her slippers padded down the hall. “I’ll grab my pillow!”

You grasped at this moment of silence to try and calm your racing heart. Unbeknownst to your parents and sister, the marriage to Prince Arthur wasn’t the biggest of your concerns. Your breathing was uneven and you palmed your eyes, getting rid of any semblance of tears.

Were you ready to see Charles again?

***

You couldn’t breathe. Tears and snot obscured your face and clogged your airways. The rational part of you that would’ve been saying, someone would realise you were missing and come find you, was drowned in your fears of, oh my gosh I’m going to die alone and have to spend my few remaining days eating tree bark!

You weren’t sure how you had run this far, but you were sure it was to be your doom. If only you had stopped by the stables to grab your pony, Newt. If only you hadn’t strayed from the path. If only you had turned around once the sun started to set.

Internally chastising yourself, you sat down at the base of a tree. You knew that yelling would be no use and you should probably conserve your energy. You wished that you had paid more attention to those survival lessons the knights had taught you.

“Um, excuse me?”

Your head shot up at the sound. “Who’s there?” you called out, jumping to your feet.

“My name is Charles,” the young voice explained. You couldn’t see the owner. “Are you alright? I heard someone crying.”

“Where are you?” you demanded to know.

A boy, a couple years older than you, maybe seven or eight, stepped out from behind a tree. “Hi,” he said, smiling. He wanted to show he wasn’t a threat. “Can I help you? You seem lost.”

“Yes, I am!” You couldn’t help a new onslaught of tears. “I was walking and I guess I took a wrong turn? Are your parents somewhere around here? It’s almost dark and I need to get back.”

“My parents are at home.” Charles prompted, “but I can walk you home?”

“I don’t want you to get lost, too.” You shook your head. “Can I come with you back to your village? I’m sure there’s transportation I could find.”

“Oh, no.” Charles shrugged, causally leaving out the part that he was a prince, and if he wanted, could snap his fingers and order a ride home for you. “It’s alright. I know this forest like the back or my hand. Where do you live?”

“Uh…” You wiped your nose on your dress. “I live at the L/n castle.”

“That’s not far away at all!” Charles smiled and you grinned back, already infected by his charms. “Did you know this forest is actually the border of Enza and Haas? I don’t live that far away, either. Do you know about the Leclerc’s?”

“Yeah, my- the King and Queen,” you corrected yourself quickly. “They’re friends with them.” You weren’t sure why your five-year-old self wasn’t telling this new friend that you were royalty. Maybe you didn’t want to scare him away?

“My family’s house is right next to their palace,” Charles said.

“We’re practically neighbours!” You stood up and beamed.

“Can I walk you home, neighbour?” Charles giggled at his joke. You nodded and grasped his hand in the trusting way only children can.

It turned out that the Enza palace and the Haas castle weren’t far away from each other. Once the pair of new friends realised this, they made plans to meet up more often. At the Haas gates, you made sure Charles would be safe and get home quickly. He reassured you that he had explored the forest for hours and would never get lost. He promised to meet you the next day at the clearing where you had met so you knew he wasn’t being mauled to death by a pack of wolves.

Little did you know that a great friendship and a great love was suddenly born.

Day 1

“Y/n. Y/n.” Megan placed a hand on your bouncing leg. “You're practically shaking the whole carriage. I know you’re nervous, and this is an awful thing to say, but maybe try to hide it?”

“Sweetheart, what I believe your sister is saying, is ‘calm down’.” Your father held a piece of parchment and peered over it at you. “This is nothing to worry about.”

“Your father and I had the exact same disposition when we were your age,” your mother smiled softly at you. “I know the uncertainty you’re feeling, but trust me, it will get better.”

No it won’t, mom! You wanted to scream at her, how will it get better if the boy I used to love is living in the same palace as me?!

“I’m sure it will,” you said. A minute or so passed with Megan trying to fill the space with meaningless conversation.

“Wait, wait!” The carriage passed a grove of trees that looked eerily familiar. “Stop! Stop the horses!” Your cries turned frantic and banged on the side of the carriage. Sticking your head out the window, you repeated your demand. The driver yanked on the reins and before it came to a complete stop, you jumped out.

“Y/n! Where are you going?” Megan shuffled to get out after you, tripping on her dress.

“Y/n, get back here!” Your mother cursed, yelling towards Megan, “get her back here, Megan! We’ll be late!”

You wanted to rip off your dress. It was scratching at your body and snagged on branches and twigs as you ran. You needed to make sure it was still there. Then you would go back to your family. But you just had to be sure.

“Y/n!” Megan groaned in frustration as her high-heel got caught on a tree root. She tugged on it and cried out, “You cannot simply leave!”

“Please, just give me a moment!” you called back. The forest easily came back to you. It felt like a force was pulling you towards the clearing.

“Do you wanna play hide and seek?” You sat on the grass, watching a nine-year-old Charles throw a ball up into the air and catch it. And then throw it back up. And catch it.

“Really?” Charles groaned. “That’s such a baby thing to do.”

“Hey!” You kicked him in the ribs. He yelled out and squirmed away. “First off, I am not a baby! And second, you’re not being very entertaining right now. I’m trying to think of things to do.” Other than having to sneak away from the castle, a hard thing about being friends with Charles was the age gap. He was entering a stage in life where he was determined to be cool and stoic and you sometimes wondered if he regretted his friendship with a little girl.

“Yeah, yeah, sorry,” he mumbled, offering a pitiful apology.

“Well, if you’re not going to talk to me, then I’ll just go back home.” You stood and slowly shuffled over to Newt, who was tied up by Charles’ horse, Scuderia.

“Y/n, wait.” Charles suddenly appeared behind you and grabbed your arm. “I’m sorry, really. It’s rude of me to ignore you. We can play hide-and-seek.”

“No, you’re right,” you conceded. “It’s a little too childish. Wanna just talk?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m cool with that.” Charles couldn’t help the smile that overcame him. He didn’t know much about Y/n L/n’s personal life, but he definitely knew that you were one of his best friends.

“Y/n, what the hell are you doing?!” Megan plucked a twig out of her hair.

“I can’t do this,” you whispered, collapsing to the ground. The tree stood in front of you and the clearing still looked picturesque. It was where you had met with Charles all those times all those years ago. You wondered if you initials were still there or if the tree had scabbed over them. You didn’t want to check.

“What do you mean? Y/n, you can’t back out now. Mother will not allow it. Think of the Enzan royal family. This will ruin our relationship with them.” Megan crouched down next to you, sweeping your hair out of your face. You silently wondered how she matured so quickly.

“Megan, it would be better if this was a faceless prince that I had no connection to.”

“Is it not?”

“No, I-” You sighed. “Nevermind. Let’s go. I’m sorry.”

After a tense carriage ride that consisted of your mother berating you for running off and you apologising profusely but not giving any explanation of why, the Enza palace came into view.

“Stand tall, good posture, don’t speak unless spoken to, and let your father and I handle the political aspects,” your mother reminded you. She swept your hair back into place and ran her fingers along the creases of your dress. She huffed at the dirt stains courtesy of the forest floor. “It’ll have to do. Now, come along.” A footman sprung open the carriage door and your father stepped down to victorious trumpets. He helped your mother down and the footman offered his hand to Megan who took it graciously. You refused the footman’s hand, jumping down on your own.

“Y/n, you look dejected,” Megan whispered to you.

“And that’s because I am.” You clutched your dress and Megan huffed, wrestling your hand away. You understood her gestures and held out your arm. Megan took it and led you closer to the Enza royal family.

“Look up,” your mother whispered. “At least look at your husband.” But it wasn’t your husband that drew your eyes. There, on the steps, was Charles Leclerc, or Charlie.

“Do you like anyone, chérie?” Charles felt odd asking this. Wasn’t it always the girls who had to be obsessed with crushes and who-liked-who? Why was he bringing this up?

“Uh… why do you ask?” You were eleven and it was weird to discuss this with a fourteen-year-old boy.

You weren’t sure how your feelings for Charles started. You guessed that because he was the only boy even remotely close to your age that you saw, it was bound to happen.

“I don’t know,” Charles mumbled. “My older brother’s seeing someone and my younger one is now obsessed with girls. I wanted to know if you’re also caught up in this lovey-dovey stuff.”

“Is it bad if I am?” You were afraid that Charles would ridicule and tease you for being swept up in the romance that was apparently ruining the continent. Even your sister gushed about a stable boy that she was infatuated with.

“No, chérie,” Charles said slowly. “I just need to know if there’s another guy I need to compete with.”

You laughed and said, “Don’t worry, Charlie. You’ll always be my number one.”

“Good,” Charles tried to hide his smile. The butterflies in his stomach made it harder. Charlie. You called him Charlie. It was like you were trying to intoxicate him in this new thing called love.

***

When Charles heard your name for the first time in three years, he froze. And to hear it directed at his younger brother, no less.

But when he saw you, time stopped.

You hadn’t changed much over the three years, albeit your hair was a styled different and the way you carried yourself had stiffened. He desperately wanted to run up to you and kiss you until you both saw stars. He wanted to fold you in his arms and never let you go. He had lost you once and he wasn’t going to let that happen again. At least with you marrying his brother he would be able to see you. If he couldn’t touch you, seeing you would be enough. It would be torture, having you just within reach but unable to hold you, but it would be worse to not see you at all.

It had been torture all these years.

He cursed Arthur for being the youngest. If Charles had been born just after his youngest brother, he could’ve had you for himself. He cursed his heart. It wasn’t fair to fall for someone he could never have. He wondered if his parents would try to marry him off too. He wondered if he could marry someone while you were in his home. For certain, he could never love anyone as much as he loved you. Would he stay single his entire life, watching you and his brother grow old together? Would he marry someone in a loveless marriage? Or could something else happen that changed it all….?

And then you looked at him.

Sparks ignited in his body. Then you looked at his brother. His heart was cleaved in two. Right. You weren’t there for him. He had to remember that or he would torture himself into oblivion. He already was torturing himself. Charles didn’t know if it would be better to avoid you or indulge himself in your presence.

His father started talking to your father and Charles noticed Arthur stepping forward to greet you. Your mother pinched your side and Charles’ jaw clenched. From your stories, he didn’t like your mother, but this only solidified his opinion.

Charles felt Lorenzo’s stare on him- the only person who knew about his rendezvous with you. Charles plastered on a smile and stayed stock-still.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” he heard Arthur say to you.

“You as well.” Your voice was just as he remembered, if not more formal. You never spoke that way to him. Your words were always filled with laughter- not diplomacy.

“May I give you and your sister a tour of our home?” Arthur proposed.

“That would be lovely, thank you.” Megan detached yourself from your arm so you could walk with Arthur, your sister trailing behind. You brushed past him, holding your gaze forward. It would only pain you more to see him.

“Charles, you need to talk to her,” Lorenzo whispered harshly to him. “It won’t do anyone good to have you sadly avoiding her. Arthur can’t have his wife and his brother looking lovelorn without knowing the cause.”

“Arthur can never know,” Charles growled. “It would make things worse.”

“He doesn’t need to know if you and Princess Y/n work things out before the wedding,” Lorenzo persisted.

Charles took a breath and finally said, “I’ll think about it, alright?”

Day 3

Arthur had spent yesterday showing you around the Leclerc palace and luckily, it was of similar design to the Haas castle. Megan had left with a tearful goodbye, promising to visit a day before the wedding to help you prepare. Your mother left you with a kiss on the cheek and your father had hugged you tightly.

You had spent the third day in your new room, handmaidens helping you unpack and commission new dresses for you. The Steward and Housekeeper had sat you down, giving you an overview of what the wedding would entail and the customs of Enzan marriages and politics. Of course, you already knew most of it as your mother had begun drilling it into you at an early age.

You had collapsed into bed after they had gone, too tired to join the Leclerc’s for dinner or even change out of your dress. Yet you still couldn’t find purchase in sleep. It just wouldn’t come.

It was late at night when a knock resounded on your door. You slowly peeled yourself off the bed- which didn’t feel at all like your own- and said, “Come in.”

“Hi,” Charles softly said.

“Oh. Hi.” You straightened up and bowed your head in a form of a curtsy.

“Don’t- don’t do that.” Charles shook his head. “I was never your superior.”

You stood silently for a while, the awkwardness resounding. It seemed like a chasm was between you two.

“I’ve missed you,” Charles admitted carefully.

“I missed you too,” you said. “It’s been a while, huh?”

“Yeah,” Charles chuckled uncomfortably and you joined him. “And to see you with my brother, no less.” Your laughter stopped immediately and you looked at the ground. “Right,” Charles swallowed harshly. He couldn’t seem to unstick that lump in his throat. “Sorry. I’m sorry. For it all. I should’ve never ended-”

“I forgave you a long time ago, Charlie,” you admitted. A wave of relief passed over his face and it looked like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. In one sudden movement, you tumbled forward and engulfed the boy in a hug. Charles swept his arms around you, reciprocating immediately. It felt nice to have you in his arms again. It felt like home. He pressed you closer to him, inhaling. Charles placed a soft kiss to your hairline, mumbling about all the times he missed you.

“Charles? Can you promise me something?” you asked.

“Anything.”

“Can you promise to never leave me alone again?” Your voice sounded so small and for the third time today, you unintentionally broke his heart.

“I’m sorry, chérie. I never meant to leave you alone in the first place. But yes, I promise to always stay by your side from now on.”

“Even though I’m betrothed to-”

“Don’t talk about that, please.” Charles shook his head.

“Okay,” you conceded. “But what will we do? Charlie, I still love-”

Charles cut you off with an Earth-shattering kiss. His hands circled around your lower back, gripping you even closer- if that was possible. You circled your hands around his neck, running them over his shoulders and down his torso. Every dip and curve was like you remembered. His kiss was just like you remembered.

“Charles?” The newly eighteen-year-old hummed in response and you glanced over at his figure. He was laying on a soft pitch of grass that was illuminated by a stream of sunlight that broke through the trees. His eyes were closed and a small smile graced his lips, showcasing one of his dimples. He had obviously been working out, and he had nicely grown into his body. He was wearing a loose tunic that highlighted his arms. The curve of his muscles made your heart jump a little quicker. You loved these moments with him alone, and you would be damned if your title of royalty got in the way. “Have you ever thought about growing up?”

“Sure I have,” Charles said. “What about it?”

Your brows settled into a frown. “My parents have started talking to me about marriage.”

“Already?” Charles opened one eye to find you already looking at him. Your hands were clasped over your stomach and fiddled together with anxiety. “You have a few more years.”

“Yes, but they want to lock down a husband before it’s too late,” you explained. “Apparently, I’m already betrothed. I just don’t know to whom.”

“You’re already married?!” Charles sat up on an elbow, looking incredulously at you.

“No,” you scoffed. “It’s synonymous with being engaged.”

“Geez,” Charles exhaled and laid back down. “I didn’t realise I was pining after a practically married woman.”

“Excuse me?!”

Charles smirked. “Honestly, I’m surprised you didn’t figure it out sooner, chérie. I thought you were supposed to be the smart one in this relationship.”

“Charlie.” The nickname made his facade drop and his heart rate rise. Was it all a big mistake? Did he just throw away this coveted friendship that he had worked so hard to cultivate? “Are you serious?”

“As serious as death,” Charles whispered.

“Death?” You couldn’t help but let a laugh escape. “Couldn’t you choose another word? Death sounds so cruel.”

“What other word would you like me to use to express my love for you?” Charles joined in your laughter, and once again, you relished in the sound.

“I don’t care.” You rolled onto your side and Charles copied your actions, taking your hand in his. His fingers tapped over yours as if planning out the wedding dance. “Just so long as I can say it back.”

It was all you could imagine for a first kiss.

You gasped, pulling back from the boy you loved. “Charlie, I can’t do this. I- I’m about to marry your brother, for goodness sake! I can’t be kissing you and- and-”

“I know, chérie, I know,” Charles stepped back and he instantly missed your touch. “But I love you too. And I can’t bear seeing you so close, but knowing I can’t feel and love you. It hurts. It hurts being away from you.”

“Charlie… we can’t.” It pained you to say it, but it was true. You weren’t about to be the type of person who cheated on their husband with their brother. Even if it was for love, you still had morals.

“You’re not married yet,” Charles tried to smile. “Let me come to your room at night. Just to talk to you. Just to be around you. We’re still best friends, are we not?”

You chuckled sadly. “You always find a way to bend the rules, huh, Charlie?”

“For you, I’d do anything.”

Day 4

“I wish we could have met under better circumstances,” Arthur admitted. “You’re an incredibly nice girl and I have a feeling we would’ve made good friends. I mean, we’ll still make good friends, but what I’m trying to say-”

You let out a light laugh. “I get it, Arthur. I think we’ll make good friends too.”

“How are you adjusting?” your fiancé asked. “Are you comfortable? How’s your room? We can repaint it, or redecorate if you wish?”

“Arthur!” You chuckled at the boy’s concern. “Everything is perfectly fine! Thank you. You’re making this transition much easier.”

“Well, I want to make sure my future wife enjoys herself,” Arthur shrugs. You stilled at his words. “And I wanted to introduce you to some of my friends. Maybe they could become your friends too?”

“Sure,” you agreed. Arthur proceeded to lead you around the palace, presenting you to a series of guards, dukes and duchess, butlers and maids. You met Earl Carlos, Duke Pierre, Baron Daniel, Knight Max, Lady Carla, and attendees such as Lily, Lewis and his daughter, Lando, Sara, and Esteban. They all seemed extremely accommodating and pleased to meet you. Everyone promised to help you through your time in Enza and to be loyal to their new princess. Arthur hovered a hand over your lower back the entire time, and as much as you appreciated the gesture, it didn’t feel the same as Charles’ touch.

“Arthur?” Like you had summoned him, Charles appeared behind you. “Mother and Father are requesting your presence in the throne room. It’s about finalising the formalities for… your wedding.”

“Yes, of course,” Arthur nodded. “Can you keep Princess Y/n company, Charles?”

“Anything, brother.” Charles clapped Arthur on the shoulder. “Did I ever congratulate the two of you?”

Arthur’s brow twitched and you wondered if he could also see the buried sadness in Charles’ eyes. “No, but I’ll gladly take it now.”

“Well, congratulations. You’re lucky Maman and Papa found you a good one.”

“Yes, I am.” Arthur pressed a sweet, chaste kiss to your cheek before rushing off to his parents. Agonous jealousy was splayed on Charles face the moment Arthur turned away.

“I don’t know how many times I can say this in four days, but I’ve missed you,” Charles said, a sweet, awkward smile on his face as he shoved his hands in his pockets, stepping towards you. “Whenever I’m away from you I miss you.”

“And I don’t know how I’m going to stay away from you if you keep proclaiming your love for me.” You reached out and touched his forearm.

“Then don’t stay away.” Charles wrapped you in a hug and you felt yourself giving in. “I can talk to my parents and I’m sure if we just explain the situation, they’ll understand. We could get married and be together. Arthur could marry a princess from Wolff or whoever he wanted! Y/n, we could-”

“Charlie, my love, what of my parents?” you asked. “They signed an agreement about me and Arthur. Not me and you. As much as I love the situation you’re describing, as much as I love the possibility of being with you, it’s impossible. Unless you can convince my parents otherwise, which is impossible, it’s not going to happen.”

Charles hummed, slowly separating himself from you in fear of someone seeing your embrace. “Then the least I can do is try.”

You tied up Newt, silently counting down the minutes until Charles arrived. The seconds ticked by and you sat down at the base of the tree that had your initials carved into it next to Charles’. You traced Charles’ initials with your finger, still in the euphoria of love. It was only a couple weeks ago that you and Charles had confessed your love for each other and he couldn’t seem to stop saying it whenever he had the chance. It became greeting, conversation starter, and goodbye.

But for some reason, Charles seemed to be late today. As time ticked by, a light mist coated the air. Normally, he was early, even getting to the clearing before you, but you tried not to worry. He probably had some duties to attend to, like you had had a couple weeks ago. You had apologised profusely to Charles, but he had forgiven you with the price of a kiss.

Newt started to get restless after twenty minutes and the mist turned into drizzle. You, now eighteen, fished out an apple to calm him down. It was another fifteen minutes before Scuderia showed up, Charles practically standing in the saddle, rain dripping down his body. “Charles!” You stood up, waving him towards you. Instead of the brilliant grin that usually graced his face whenever he saw you, a frown was burrowed into his brow. “What’s wrong?”

“Chérie,” Charles didn’t even bother to tie Scuderia up before bundling you in his arms and peppering kisses to your forehead, temples, cheeks, and nose. He twirled you around so his arms were crossed in front of you, cradling you, and started kissing your neck, collarbone, and earlobes.

“Charlie,” you laughed lightly. “What are you doing?”

“My chérie, mon amour, I’m sorry. I didn’t want it to end like this.”

“Charles,” you spun around in his arms, taking his face in your hands. You gently caressed his cheek in an attempt to calm him down. “You’re scaring me. Please, tell me what’s wrong.”

“I love you, you know that, right?” Charles assured you. You nodded along. “Then you have to believe me when I say it pains me that I can’t meet you here anymore.”

“What?” Your heart dropped and your stomach twisted. “Why?”

“My mom and dad are getting suspicious, chérie. I think they know I’m meeting a girl out in the forest,” Charles tried to explain it to you but you just became more confused with every word. “I’ve already turned down one marriage proposal and they’ll get frustrated if I turn down another.”

“You’ve done what?” You stepped back from him and Charles’ hands reached out, trying to keep you close to him. You backed up, away from him, until you could feel Newt at your back. “You never told me about that.”

“I didn’t think it was important,” Charles argued. “But what I’m trying to say is that I think it’s best if we take a pause on the meetings for now. My parents are already breathing down my neck and it doesn’t help that you’re betrothed. Lorenzo found out about you and I’m worried what will happen if someone else does too.”

“Charlie, you turned down a marriage proposal?” You couldn’t wrap your mind around it. “You could’ve had a wife by now? And who cares if Lorenzo knows about me?! I almost- it feels like you’re embarrassed about me?” It came out like a question. You tangled a hand in Newt’s mane, hoping for some sort of stability. “You never cared about my betrothal before this. Why now?” Charles swallowed and you could see a war debating in his mind. “Answer me, Charles,” you demanded. “What happened that made you bring this up?”

Charles took a deep breath and said, “you’re the princess of Haas, aren’t you? It all makes sense. Your betrothal, your outfits, your manner of speaking. I thought you were just a duchess or countess, but no. You’re the princess.”

You weren’t sure how to answer. How did you find out? seemed too accusatory. I thought you knew? was too deflective. What does it matter? was too aggressive. You settled on saying, “yes. And you’re Prince Charles Leclerc. I’ve kind of always known.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Charles whispered.

“I’m not sure,” you admitted. “It never really came up. Some part of me thought you knew- thought you had connected the dots and just accepted it. I didn’t intentionally hide it from you. I’m sorry.”

“Y/n,” Charles started. “I can’t hang out with you anymore.” The beginning of tears pricked at the back of your eyes and your face grew hot. You opened your mouth to say something, but Charles beat you to it. “It’s not proper for us to visit each other outside of the court. If people found out they could…” He trailed off and shook his head. “I’m sorry, my chérie.”

You couldn’t meet his eye, instead focusing on a patch of wilted flowers. “Okay,” is all you could say. “Goodbye, Charles.” Newt’s mane was slick with rain as you climbed on. Your horse seemed to sense your urgency and quickly wove through the trees, leaving Charles behind. You wiped at your eyes, letting Newt take full control. You regretted it when a branch snagged on your arm and you cried out, a line of blood starting to appear. When you returned to the Haas castle, Megan didn’t question it when you collapsed on your bed, instead opting to help you change out of your rain-soaked dress before curling up with you under the covers.

Little did you know, Charles was still sitting in that clearing, silently crying. Scuderia bumped his nose against Charles, but the prince just pushed him away.

Day 6

“So, what’re you going to do about it?” Megan asked.

“Absolutely nothing,” you admitted. “There’s nothing I can do. The treaty has been signed, the preparations are underway, and Arthur…” You sighed before continuing, “he’s really nice. I could envision a future with him.”

“But what about Prince Charles?” Megan sat on your bed, the night before the wedding. You had given in and told her everything. “Can you envision a future with him?”

“I want a future with him.”

A deeper voice whispered, “I want a future with you too.” Charles stood at your door, and peeking out behind him was Arthur.

“Shit,” Megan muttered.

“What are you doing here?” You stood up, eyes flickering to Charles before sheepishly locking eyes with Arthur. “Prince Arthur… I’m sorry! I didn’t mean-”

“No, no,” the boy reassured you, his small, anxious smile seeming almost… hopeful. “You’re a wonderful girl and an even better friend, but you’re not who I would’ve chosen to marry. No offence,” he quickly added. “We just don’t click. We don’t have that same spark that you and Charles do. And, well, I kind of have my sights set on someone else. Charles explained it all to me.”

You laughed. “Guess we really are the perfect pair, huh? Both pining after other people.”

“And you after my brother?” Arthur joked, gasping dramatically. “How unfaithfully devious of you.”

“Oh, shut up.”

“What does this mean, then?” Megan asked for you. “We can’t just swap Charles out for Arthur at the wedding.”

Arthur grinned and said, “Why not?” He slung an arm around Charles, clapping him on the chest. “Guess you’re getting married, big brother.”

Charles laughed loudly before turning to look at you. “Y/n L/n, will you marry me tomorrow?”

Your lips separated in half shock and half elation. “I- I… yes! Though I admit, I expected something a bit more extravagant.”

“Chérie, I’m just upholding my promise.” Charles opened his arms cheekily and even though you were confused by his words, you fell into them, happy to be able to hold him in the presence of others.

“Hmm?”

“You don’t remember?” He lifted an eyebrow, throwing you his signature smirk.

You tossed a ball to Charles who threw it back. “Anything new in your life?” he asked.

“Nope. You?”

“Nope.”

After a minute of silence Charles said, “Let’s make a deal.”

“Alright, what is it?”

“If, in ten years, we still have the same, boring lives,” You scoffed at his words. “then we get married and make our lives un-boring, together.”

After a moment’s deliberation, it didn’t seem like a bad deal to an eight-year-old. “Okay,” you readily agreed. “But I doubt my life will be boring in ten years.”

“Sure…” Charles snickered at you. “I’ll let you believe that.”

“How can you not remember my completely legitimate marriage proposal?” Charles scoffed quietly, leaning down to bump his forehead against yours.

“Well, pardon me for not remembering something you said thirteen years ago,” you tapped him on the chest.

“How could you not remember a proposal?” Charles asked.

“I would like to know the answer to that as well,” Megan spoke up.

“Well, does it matter as long as I say ‘yes’?”

“No, I guess not,” Charles beamed as he bent down to kiss you.

Day 7

Charles kissed you again, but this time it was in front of an altar, before a crowd, and with you wearing white.

Surprisingly, it hadn’t took much convincing for your parents to understand the situation. Apparently, Charles had stayed true to his word and contacted your parents, explaining everything. Your father was just relieved you were still marrying someone and your mother had always preferred Charles anyway. King and Queen Leclerc, after hearing of the years of meetings you and Charles had shared, were more than thrilled. They were eager for you to join their family and a marriage of love always went better than a marriage of politics.

The wedding was already planned, the chefs already prepping, and the priest already booked. All they needed was to switch out Arthur’s name for Charles’.

“May I present Prince and Princess Leclerc of Enza!” The priest announced to thunderous applause.

“Hello, chérie,” Charles whispered and his nose bumped against yours. “Or should I say, Princess Leclerc?”

“I like that name best,” you grinned.

“I do too,” Charles admitted.

#charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc one shot #charles leclerc imagine #monarchy au #monarchy #royalty #arthur leclerc x reader #arthur leclerc #lorenzo leclerce #pascale leclerc #herve leclerc #f1 #formula 1

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thatgenderfluidmonstrosity · 27 days

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@friendlesscat

Here’s your Kaeya and Diluc angst/comfort!

It’s not as whumpy as I wanted it to be, but I love it, and I hope you do too!

“Captain! Captain!” He heard a voice scream.

One by one, his team was getting picked off.

“CAPTAIN KAEYA!” He heard their pleas, “HELP!”

Their cries for help. His vision was blurry, and his body staggered in pain. How much longer could he keep going?

“Must- keep…. fighting…” He muttered, struggling to hold his sword.

It was raining, which was supposed to give him an advantage- but who would expect a rogue Ruin Hunter would appear in the middle of Wolvendom Woods?

His team certainly did not.

“C-Captain! What do we-”

The voices- the fear and terror.

He couldn’t help them. He couldn’t even help himself.

As the screams died down, and the rain and thunder pounded in his ears- he felt his body become lighter.

Was this it? Was he dying? After everything- the traitor meets a cruel end. Was it really cruel though? Such a fate must be fit for someone like him. He was losing consciousness- he knew that much. He tried to stay up, but he knew that resistance was futile. His wounds were too much to bear, and the Ruin Hunter wasn’t letting up. It sharpened its weapon, ready to strike the last man standing.

“I’m sorry.” He muttered.

He didn’t quite know who exactly he was apologizing to. To his teammates, who he failed when they needed him? Was it to Jean; whom he failed as a captain? Or to Diluc? For failing him as a brother? Maybe to Crepus; for failing him as a son.

It didn’t matter who. He failed all of them. Even his own father, who abandoned him.

His life was a failure. A waste. And he was sorry to anyone who knew him.

His body hit the ground- it didn’t hurt nearly as much as the other wounds he had.

And as he closed his eyes, he felt warm…

He also saw light. Was it “the light”? Like when you die? No… it was… red… and flaming…

He didn’t expect to wake up. Nor did he expect to be on a cart, rolling towards Dawn Winery.

Oh… Here I am… once again…

It was bittersweet, in a way. How he was bleeding out, being taken towards the place where he had first been abandoned.

He couldn’t speak- only look around. He caught sight of the brooding red-haired man that was wheeling him back. Only… he didn’t look so brooding… Was it a trick of his near-death hallucinations, or was Diluc…

He couldn’t form many thoughts before he blacked out again.

The next time he woke up, he was inside of Dawn Winery, laying on a fancy red sofa. He only hoped it was red before he got there.

He realized he was awake enough to hear speaking, but only bits.

“Found him… tell Jean… others… only survivor…”

The words rang through his ears. His stomach dropped.

It didn’t matter if he lived or died through this experience. All that mattered was that he had to carry the knowledge that he failed his team. A bunch of excellent knights… gone. Dead. And it was his fault. It was always his fault- Crepus was his fault- Losing his brother was his fault-

Why did he have to be such a failure?

He couldn't tell if it was blood or a tear that dripped down his cheek. It was his right eye too. Maybe the world thought he needed a real reason to wear his eye patch.

He didn’t realize that the conversation he overheard was now over. He only noticed that when Diluc started to approach him.

“Kae…” He muttered.

A nickname he hadn’t heard in so long… Diluc must’ve thought that he was still asleep.

“I… I’m sorry… For everything. You… you’re a great knight, really. You don’t need to be so hard on yourself all the time. I know the front that you put up. A respectable knight who has everything together. But that's not the real you… Not the one I know at least.”

Kaeya kept his eyes and mouth closed, but holding his “unconscious” expression was difficult.

You don’t need to apologize… all of it was my fault.

“You’re gonna blame yourself for all this, I know you will, but… it's not your fault. No one would expect a Ruin Hunter to pop up in those woods. And no one would expect you to take it on, especially since you weren’t prepared for a fight. I’ve already sent some people out to retrieve the other knight's bodies and I've got a hawk sending a message to the Acting Grand Master. By the time you wake up… you’ll be back in Mondstadt.”

Kaeya had half the mind to get up and protest him that moment. He wanted to speak to him. To tell him everything that he felt.

The other part of him wanted to stay silent. To wait and listen.

But no part of him wanted to miss the chance to speak to his brother.

“I don’t know why I’m still talking to you. You’ll be briefed on all this when you can actually hear people. I just… I guess I wanted to give us both some comfort. I get to talk to you without your mask, and… you can listen.”

He heard Diluc take a deep breath. It… quivered.

“It wasn’t… easy, Kaeya… losing both you and father on the same day… You must know now that your timing wasn’t… great. But… Kae, if I had the chance to go back and change everything, I would.”

Now this wouldn’t have been Kaeya’s chosen time to “awaken” from his slumber, but his body had other plans.

He shot up, coughing as if he was trying desperately to lose a lung.

He heard Diluc gasp a bit, then saw him stand.

“Argh-” He grumbled, wrapping his arms around his waist.

“Here.” Diluc offered him a rag, to wipe up the blood that shot from his mouth.

Kaeya took a moment to cough some more, then laid back on the couch.

“Are you alright? How do you feel? Adelinde, can you bring me a glass of water-?” Diluc bombarded him with questions, sitting back down.

“I-I'm fine… I'm fine. You sound like-” He coughed some more, deciding to just sit up instead.

“Dad?” Diluc finished.

“...Yeah…” Kaeya muttered, looking away.

There was silence.

Kaeya observed his now wrapped wounds. His hand reached for his right eye.

Diluc looked away, fiddling with his hands.

“It's not that bad, right?” Kaeya jokes.

Diluc didn’t look at him.

More silence.

“…Maybe… Maybe I should just get going-” He said.

“No. No no no, you are staying on this couch till someone arrives to take you back to the city.” Diluc said, standing up and blocking the couch.

“I’ll be fine.” Kaeya countered.

“Fine!? You’re literally bleeding everywhere!” Diluc said, frustratingly.

“Better for me to bleed on the grass instead of your couch.” Kaeya muttered, attempting to stand.

Diluc sighed, stepping away.

“Fine, you can leave, only if you can manage to get to the door all by yourself without falling over.”

Kaeya scoffed before taking one step and collapsing.

He then started to cough even more, but this time, he couldn’t breath in.

“Kaeya!” Diluc exclaimed, helping him up immediately. “I expected you to fall over, but not to immediately start dying!”

“Here, Master Diluc.” Adelinde said, handing him a glass of water.

Adelinde helped Kaeya back to sitting on the couch, and Diluc handed him the water.

He downed it, only taking seconds to breathe.

“Careful- I don’t want you vomiting everywhere too.” Diluc scolded.

Kaeya set the glass on the table beside him.

“Sure thing, Master Diluc.” He muttered, sounding upset or angry, like his voice was filled with disdain.

“Don't say it like that…” Diluc muttered.

“Like what?” Kaeya asked snarkily.

“Like you hate me.” Diluc said, looking him in the eye.

…

“Yeah, okay…” Kaeya said, looking down.

…

Diluc got up to leave.

I don’t hate you. I don’t hate you. I don’t hate you. Please don’t leave-

“...I don’t hate you.” Kaeya said.

Diluc turned to him.

“Kaeya-”

“No. Let me speak…” He said, his expression was… sad.

“I don’t hate you, or what you do. I might’ve thought I hated you for a while, but I didn’t. Truth is… I've… missed you. I've missed my brother. And I know I’ve screwed up. I’ve hated myself ever since Crepus died. Ever since I ruined this family. And… and I would do the same thing.”

Diluc was speechless.

“The… ‘same thing’?” He asked.

“If I had the chance to go back in time and change things, I would. But part of me… if given the chance, would have never let us meet. Then maybe you’d still have your position in the knights, and maybe you’d still be happy and bright, and maybe you’d still have your dad-”

He hadn’t noticed the tears that started to roll down his cheeks.

He also didn’t notice that Diluc had started to approach him- till he was enveloped in a hug.

“Our dad…” Diluc whispered.

“....right…” Kaeya smiled, sniffling.

He wrapped his hands around Diluc, nuzzling his head into his shoulder.

“I’ve missed you too. But I guess I don’t need to tell you that, since i'm assuming you were awake during my whole monologue…”

“Yeah, I was…”

“Always the better actor.” Diluc said, exiting the hug.

“Of course,” Kaeya laughed, “Someone had to sneak us into the Knights training sessions, and your fake crying wasn’t going to cut it.”

“Yeah yeah…”

Link to the fic on Ao3 if you wanna give it kudos there!

#kaeya and diluc #kaeya alberich #diluc ragnvindr #kaeya #diluc #genshin #genshin impact #genshin impact angst #genshin impact comfort #diluc and kaeya comfort #diluc and kaeya angst #diluc and kaeya #kaeya angst #ao3 #genshin ao3

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lunargrapejuice · 1 year

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forever yours

kaeya alberich x reader

forever yours valentines masterlist

warnings: no pronouns used, temporary being blind folded

“why hello there gorgeous,” kaeyas voice suddenly comes from behind you and causes you to jump in surprise. his footsteps were so quiet you hadn’t heard him until he was already whispering against your ear and pressing his chest to your back, the familiar scent of his cologne filling your nose and making your knees weak. “you trust me, don’t you darling?”

“of course i do,” you chuckle and attempt to turn around, eager to wrap your arms around him, to see his handsome face but kaeyas hands on your sides keep you facing the other direction, unable to look at anything but the slowly quieting streets of mond, which you can’t help but note are oddly quiet on a day such as valentines days, at least on this side of the city. “what are you up to, hm?”

“that’s for me to know and you to find out doll,” he coos, smooth and sweet like honey, setting your heart to an unsteady rhythm. “close your eyes for me?”

“how suspicious of you my dear knight,” you tease, your words not so unlike his own when he was the one teasing you. you do as he says without question, your eyes fluttering closed and the world around you going dark but you don’t worry, not when kaeya was by your side.

a moment later the feeling of cool silk touches between your brows and lays over your eyes, furthering capturing you into that alluring darkness where only kaeya and his direction remained. he takes extra care in keeping the sash comfortable and untangled from your hair as he wraps it around you and ties it securely in place.

“just in case you think about peeking,” he explains quietly against the shell of your ear, an emotion you can’t quite place ever so subtle in his tone, like the first cracks in thick ice just as it meets the sun melting rays. was it.. anxiousness or nervousness.. excitement or hopefulness.. or maybe some mix of them all? you wish you could see him right now, wondering if his uncovered sapphire eye might tell you what he was feeling and what you could do to help his unease.

for now you’d just follow as he asks, letting him guide you step by step to your destination. wherever you're headed, you’re certain he is taking you the long way and might even be making you walk in circles just to throw you off his trail. but in the short minutes that pass you feel the grip he has on you grows tighter, notice how fewer his words get and how your body heats with the anticipation bubbling within your veins.

“almost there,” he says and still you hear those feelings he's keeping hidden from you in his words.

“kae- !” you’re cut off by the sudden loss of your balance when the ground beneath you shifts down just a bit. without a second thought you reach out for him and feel the world around you become solid once more when he grabs ahold of your hand that searches for him.

“now now, there’s no reason to worry love. i’ve got you,” he reassures, his other hand wrapping tighter around your middle and wordlessly he keeps walking with you.

it’s only a few more steps, each one with your heart racing with more and more anticipation, before he stops you, turning you to the side and guiding you back until the back of your knees touch the edge of what you assume is a bench. he helps you sit down, never letting go of you even after you're planted comfortably right where he wants you.

patiently you wait, your hands feeling a bit sweaty, your chest blooming with warmth you can’t control. you feel the brush of his hand against your cheek and smile at the familiar chill clinging to his fingertips. they move to the knot keeping your blindfold on, pulling on one end and letting the silk fall into your lap. slowly your eyes flutter open and when you take in the scene before you, you can’t help but wonder if perhaps in the time your eyes were closed if you had fallen into a dream without even knowing it.

flickering candles float next to flowers made of unmelting ice in the water of the fountain, rocking with the ripples and shining in the yellow light. more flowers, some with sheens of frost against their delicate petals and others made of ice entirely hung from thin wire and were strewn throughout the familiar courtyard just below the knights headquarters. each sparkled in the silvery moonlight like stars having fallen straight from the azure eyes of your beloved and was gifted just for you. it’s a breathtaking, heart-stalling backdrop to the man who has always and would always hold your attention, your heart and soul, the man who's on one knee before you, holding onto your hands with one of his own while the other reaches into his pocket.

how is it possible that kaeya is more striking than the scenery that lay around you? all with remnants of their maker and the emotions they held for the person they love. the deep v ruffle neckline of his shirt brought attention to his lovely chest and the pendant you gifted him some time ago sat just below where his collar bones met. adorned in all black with his hair down, blue locks cascading over his shoulders and back, slender hands covered by full gloves and a dark fur collar to match; he too stole your breath and kept your attention on him and him alone.

he speaks your name so full of love and under his tender gaze, swirling with raw and unfiltered emotions, you can feel the tears pricking at your eyes.

“for so long i didn’t know if i could ever be worthy of your love.. archons i still don’t know if i am,” he whispers the last part and it takes everything in you to not leap into his arms and remind him just how worthy he is. “i love you so much. i want to stay by your side for the rest of my life.” squeezing your hand, he pauses for but a moment before continuing. “i.. i don’t know what my future holds but i know, without a doubt, i don’t want a future without you in it. i want to be worthy of you, i want marry you and stay beside you for the rest of my life-“

the sudden touch of your hand against the apple of his cheek, gentle fingers sliding under the patch over his eye, causes him to stop in his tracks. kaeya leans into your touch, encouraging you to keep going and happy to be laid bare before you, to wear his heart on his sleeve and promise himself to you forever.

with a dull thud his eye patch meets the ground and you feel your breathing catch in your throat. this wasn’t the first or the last time you would see him without it but with all the love swirling with his eyes, his own unshed tears making them sparkle in the streetlight, your thumb brushing along the edge of the scar that runs down his eye, you can’t help but be completely and utterly captivated by him.

“you have always been worthy of my love kaeya,” of that you have no doubt and now, as he lifts and offers you the ring that would forever bind you with him, you would get to spend the rest of your life showing him just how true that was.

with a bright smile and sparkling azure eyes he says your name again, his voice wavered by his own overflowing emotions but like a pillar of thick ice, he’s as steady as ever, ready and eager to promise all of himself to you for eternity in this way, shall you accept him. “will you please marry me?”

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#kaeya alberich x reader #genshin impact #kaeya alberich #kaeya x reader #kaeya #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact fluff #kaeya fluff #🌙.foreveryours

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digital-chance · 9 months

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— scars of duty a wip intro. tag: #wip: scars of duty / #wip: sod

genres. superhero, action, heist, mystery, romance

audience. mature

pov. third

setting. fantasy in a alternative modern world

progress. plotting

summary.

Lucian is a hero who protects the city of Haines and the other members of his hero's league. They're a small-name hero just trying to make do with what they've got. A villain new to the city shows up and shakes Lucian’s perception of their own superpowers and the world.

main characters.

lucian vulcot - he/they/ze, transmasc

lucian is a hero recently hired by the league. he doesn't have a lot of fame, nor does he have a lot of money. he has copious amounts of bravery and courage and is dangerously reckless sometimes. the league considers him to be their golden boy. others describe him as passionate, positive, reliable, and stubborn while he self-describes as inadequate and impulsive. [expand]

theodore onassis - they/them, nonbinary

theodore is a supergenius who recently moved from a different city. to make ends meet, they steal from the bank. them and their henchmen often create trouble within the city to prove a point. they're wickedly clever and often let their pettiness and rage drive them. others describe them as clever, sneaky, and slippery while they self-describe as tired and angry. [expand]

more.

tropes : hero x villain, queer characters, forbidden love, opposites attract, slow-burn, rags to riches, superpowers, alien, hurt / comfort, misunderstood villain, angst, existential crisis links | city map , playlist book 1 of 3

< tag list (comment to be added) : @scumpleforeskin @ruinmegently @aziz-reads @aspiringfictionwriter @kae-luna @henrike-does-writing-sometimes @thereadingfoz >

#wip: scars of duty #wip: sod #wip intro #wip introduction #writeblr community #writeblr intro #superhero #hero x villain #villain #hero #novel #novel intro #action #superhero novel #queer writers #queer characters #lgbt characters #lgbtqia

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voidvannie · 3 months

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╰► 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐋𝐘𝐍 ꒱

kaelyn burrow x jack hughes 💥🍓

˚ *•̩̩͙ ✩. 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐋𝐘𝐍 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖

❛ ━━━━･❪𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘉𝘈𝘚𝘐𝘊𝘚 ❫

FULL NAME. Kaelyn Jo-Anne Burrow

NICKNAMES. Kae, KJ, Jojo, Little Burrow, Baby B

BIRTHDAY. May 11, 2003

AGE. 20 years old

HOMETOWN. Ames, Iowa

FAMILY. Joe Burrow (#9 Cincinnati Bangles)

LOVE INTEREST. Jack Hughes

FACE CLAIM. Sabrina Carpenter

❛ ━━━━･❪𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘉𝘈𝘚𝘐𝘊𝘚 ❫

Her favorite color is red.

She’s super close with Joe despite the seven year age difference.

Joe is super proud of all of her hard work and dedication in everything that she does.

The entire Bangles football team always buys her merch and listens to her music in the locker room.

Growing up, she wanted to be famous so bad that she begged her parents to let her audition for acting gigs, and later she started putting out music.

She lives on her own out in LA, but she had her own bedroom at Joe’s house in Cincinnati for when she visits or just wants to get away for a while.

Her and Olivia are absolutely best friends and it warms Joe’s heart to have two of the most important at people in his life being so close to one another.

Even though her brother player in the NFL, she’s a huge NHL fan, more specifically she’s a Jersey Devil’s fan.

Her best friend is Joey King.

She LOVES anything sweet, but she’s a sucker for donuts.

She’s not a real blonde, but keeps up with dying her hair because she doesn’t like her original hair color.

She calls Joe almost everyday especially when she’s missing her brother.

She dated her Girl Meets World co-star, Tanner Buchanan in 2016 before the two split up in 2019 on mutual terms.

In 2021, she was on James Corden where she played ‘Spill Your Guts’ and admitted she had a thing for Devil’s player Jack Hughes.

After the episode aired, everyone on the internet freaked out, making sure to tag the Devil’s Center player in everything.

Jack commented on her Instagram, sending everyone into a frenzy.

Joe, being the overprotective big brother he is, made sure he did his research on the hockey player before approving of them.

Their relationship was confirmed in June of 2021, when he posted pictures of her from a show that he went to while he was on tour with the caption, ‘my girl❤️’.

Jack’s family adores Kaelyn, her and Luke being the closest since they are the same age.

During the summers, when she’s not on tour, she’s spending time at the lake house with the boys, but she leaves early to make sure she sees her brother before their schedules get hectic.

She will NOT eat McDonalds, she’s told herself that she can’t have it and she’s sticking to that.

Her prefers waffles over pancakes and cupcakes over cake.

She’s allergic to nuts and make’s sure to keep her Epipen with her at all times.

Joe is her emergency contact so the one time in the Summer when she accidentally eats something with nuts (the boys at the lake house freaking out during) he jumps on the first flight to Michigan just to check on her.

She doesn’t keep in touch with any of her Girl Meets World but she has kept in contact with Corey (her closest male friend)

She hates her middle name, and knows she’s in trouble whenever someone call her only by Jo-Anne.

She has a small butterfly tattoo behind her ear that she got matching with Olivia.

She has a necklace that was given to her from Ja’Marr Chase for her birthday with a diamond encrusted plaque of her name, she never takes it off.

To add to the necklace from Ja’Marr, she has a shorted necklace that had Jack’s initials hanging from it that he gave to her that she also ever hardly takes off.

More will be added…

#❥ ꒰ 𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐋𝐘𝐍 & 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 ꒱#❥ ꒰ 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐋𝐘𝐍 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖 ꒱#❥ ꒰ 𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐋𝐘𝐍 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖 ꒱#joeburrowsister #burrow!sister #burrow!reader #jack hughes x burrow!sister #nhl fanfiction #nhl blurb

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alittlemxchievous · 1 year

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Would love if you wrote a scenario for ‘first day as Miss Kae’s new puppy’!

It was an early morning. You had been at the shelter for a few months now. The other pet subs that you came in with had left weeks ago with their new owners.

You liked the idea of being selected. Being wanted. The shelter volunteers assured you that someone would come along and make you the happiest puppy in the world.

Days, turned to weeks. Weeks turned to months. Why keep up hope. Better to make peace with your lot in life and be a shelter dog.

But that morning was different. You heard all sorts of footsteps come through the shelter, but these were different. There was a weight to each step. A confidence you couldn't quite put your paw on. You couldn't quite look up to see their face from inside your pen, but those boots. You'll remember the first time you saw them for the rest of your life.

Work boots, worn to near unwearable. Solid black, steel toes, and massive. These things weren't just for the look. There was fresh dirt and grime. These were a tool, not an accessory.

Then you heard a new voice. This must belong to the person with boots. It was a warm voice, but direct. You couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be told to sit by that voice.

"How trained is this one?", The stranger asked.

"We've done our best, but there is never enough time to finish more than the basics", the shelter volunteer said.

"Oh good. I prefer to train them myself. I'm always looking for new playthings. This one looks very fun to toy with. I'll take them."

The stranger bent down to meet your eyes with theirs. A piercing blue-grey "You hear that pup? You're coming home with me."

(I might do a part 2 if you guys enjoyed this.)

#story time with kae #pet pl4y #kae answers #first day for puppy

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coffeeslorelai · 2 months

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Pouring a glass of wine & putting on a playlist to make dinner is ELITE!

#kae meets world #romanticize your life

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sunsguilt · 2 years

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YOU'RE MY NEW BFFL!┊ft: cater diamond

warnings: none! contains: gn reader <3

notes: cater my beloved let's go to restaurants and fake propose to each other for free dessert until we fall madly in luv with each other new title may be incoming let's see how i feel in a few hours

redheads are a weakness of mine, gonna be real. but kae! you ask, isn't every pretty man a weakness of yours? yeah, shut up. actually obliterating your family line right now.

anyway, cater diamond xoxo! personally, i see him as a drifter, the kind of person who floats through friend groups without any type of commitment. he's easygoing enough that he's able to befriend just about anyone he puts his mind to.

when it comes to him, i feel like neither of you would be able to pin down when your first meeting was. seeing him around became so normalized: seeing him during classes, in the hallways, even sometimes when you were in town separately but still crossing paths.

the specifics of your very first meeting never really mattered to you but cater has a sharper memory than he likes to let on.

he would remember the day a bit more vividly than you, though he'll play along when you mention to others that you can't remember when you first spoke to cater first. he'll feign being hurt like "mc how could you say that? I'm so hurt you could forget that easily, you know. just kidding ☆!"

but he wouldn't dream of holding it against you. you're his best friend after all!

cater frequently invites you to eat at places that he heard of once. it's always a mixed bag with his choices in restaurants since he'll pick a place that happens to be trending. he'll insist that you come with him (he's asking you to come so he doesn't have to sit alone).

he'll joke about sharing a milkshake with two straws! it wasn't a joke, but he quickly skirts by it and moves onto a different conversation topic before you process his words. are his ears a little red, or was it just your eyes?

cater is, in fact, a magicam addict so keep in mind that he's going to take an obscene amount of pictures and videos of the food. he slaps your hand lightly if you try to grab a french fry while he's bending over backward for a good angle. he ends up having to mute the video because neither of you can shut up for more than five minutes when you're together. cater wouldn't have it any other way.

he's so attached to you, honestly. he's constantly texting you when you're not around, and you have to wonder how he manages to get away with pulling his phone out so often during lectures just to respond to something you said at lightspeed. if more than 30 minutes have gone by without a reply from cater, he's probably bedridden.

he jokes about how he can't live without his best friend in the whole world forever and ever, but he would never admit aloud just how it rings true. bro's hitting you up with a "can we call :> ?" like it hasn't been an hour since you both went back to your dorms. then he's talking about "oh what if we both slept on call together" like a loser.

he's an attention whore, but he just wants your attention.

he literally talks about you all the time even if he doesn't realize it. like most of his day is centered around yours. at some point, he inadvertently memorizes the paths that you generally take to most of your classes and plans to walk with you to them.

he'll carry your books for you because he is just such an awesome, reliable guy! thank him for it, he'll be giggling about it for the rest of the day.

if you even jokingly say you're not his best friend, he's bawling his eyes out when he gets back to his room. (i imagine that he is not fond of crying because his eyes get really red and his face gets splotchy). you just ripped his poor heart into a million pieces, how cruel can you be! he is crying into his pillow that night.

so touchy. like it's his way of being friendly, so it's always him holding your hand (interlocked fingers! a win) and grabbing you by the waist to move you out of the way. he will also squeeze your hand just a little tighter whenever someone is looking at you a little too long. he's worried you'll decide that he's not good enough to be friends with him, you've told him that's an irrational fear to have, but he's scared anyway.

physical affection aside, he tells you "i love you" a LOT. at some point, he's all like "you're the love of my life" then proceeds to ask you for lunch money or something absurd. so you never really take it seriously; you think it's just cater!

he realizes he's in love with you too far down the line for any affection he shows to you to be anything but platonic in your eyes. his ploys to obtain your affection get a little desperate, in a cute way. he tries, he tries really hard, y'know!

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#he has a stuffed animal named after you #you won it for him at a carnival #it's his greatest treasure (it's worth like 3.45 usd in terms of monetary worth but to him it's priceless)#cater diamond x reader #cater x reader #cater diamond headcanons #cater #cater twst #twisted wonderland #twst hcs

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hookhausenschips · 10 months

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Juicy Fic

Pairing: HOOK x Black!FemReader

Word Count: 1357 words.

Summary: Imani & Daejah make their secret debut, surprising a few people along the way.

Warnings: N/A

Masterlist

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Sneaky

Imani’s POV

Tonight is the night Daejah and I make our debut here on the debut of Collision. Fans have been speculating for months wondering where we would end up once our contracts with NJPW ended. After fixing my outfit taking the hood down and my hair, We start to walk into the arena here in Elmont We were going to be snuck into the arena since our debut was a surprise for the fans and the rest of the roster. We were met by security who escorted us to Tony’s office. We shook Tony’s hand once we entered his office. “Good afternoon ladies, I hope your flight was alright.” He said as we sat for our meeting. “It was good, nothing too hectic.” Daejah answered. I nodded. “Great! So here’s the run down of tonight.”

After leaving Tony’s office security took us to one of the empty locker room’s that wasn’t being used. The show had already started by the time we arrived, seeing that CM Punk was back as well as some others. Daejah looked at me as we watched Buddy Murphy go against Andrade. “Does Kaeden know we’re here?” She asked. I grabbed my phone out of my pocket and shook my head. “I haven’t told him anything, he still thinks we’re in Japan for the most part.” Speaking of my older brother my phone started ringing showing he was FaceTiming me. I moved to a wall opposite of the room while Daejah turned down the volume on the tv. “There she is!” He said smiling. “What’s up Kae?” I asked. “Just sitting in catering with the lads, I figured you and Daejah would be asleep right now. You guys training or something?” He replied. I nodded, “Yeah and we’re finishing up our departing promo for next week.” We continued to catch up, Daejah joining. “Actually where’s my favorite?” I asked. My brother rolled his eyes smiling and I could tell the phone was being passed. “Hey best friend.” I said as Anthony’s face appeared on the screen. “Hey miss champ, still no decision yet?” He questioned. Everyone seemed to only care where we ended up which is understandable considering how much WWE is going down the drain with all the scandals. “You’ll find out soon enough!” Daejah piped in as she took my phone and talked with Anthony. A knock was heard from the door and security popped in and motioned is that it was close to time. “Hey Anthony we just got called in for a meeting with the bosses, we’ll catch up later? And Darius he still owes me dip n dots!” I said. I could hear laughter from beside him. He nodded and said goodbye before giving the phone back to my brother and we said goodbye. I looked at Daejah as she zipped up her hoodie over her head, “Showtime baby.” Then zipped mine up as well.

The current match between Skye Blue & Willow vs Toni Storm and Ruby Soho was coming to a close as we sat at Guerilla holding out kendo sticks. Then Tony gave us the que. the lights in the arena went out and we took off to the ring. Confusion could be heard all around from the fans to the commentary crew. We kicked Skye and Willow out of the ring and then the lights came back on. Ruby and Toni had their backs facing us. “Who the hell is this?” We could hear Nigel say. I smirked under my hood as the two turned around and looked shocked. I swung at Toni as Daejah went after Ruby. “The Outcast’s are being laid out by these masked assassins!” Willow and Skye had retreated backstage as Toni and Ruby lay in the ring in pain. I raised my hands and then we both unzipped our hoodies taking them down. The crowd went insane. “It’s Gaia Hale and Seraphim! They’ve demolished the AEW Women’s World Champion!” I stomped on Toni’s stomach one last time then picked up the title then went to one of the cameras in the corner. I smiled and kissed the title before grabbing her and giving her one last Widow’s Peak as Daejah threw Ruby over the top rope by commentary. Then we rolled out of the ring as my theme played.

Once backstage we were greeted by the social media team wanting pictures and I seen my brother walking up to Guerilla. After finishing our pictures I was pulled into a hug, “You really know how to make an entrance.” I smiled as he let go and went to Daejah as they kissed and hugged. Then I heard another voice behind us, “Looks like you made the right decision with a great debut as well.” I turned to seen Anthony standing with a guy in a black hoodie carrying a title belt and a bag of chips. “That we did.” I smiled and hugged Anthony as well. My brother chimed in, “Ladies this is Hook or Tyler, Hook this is Daejah and my sister Imani.” “You’re Taz’s son right?” Daejah asked after we shook hands. He nodded, “Yeah that’s me.” “I thought you guys didn’t keep up with AEW?” Anthony questioned. “We‘be been watching recently, and he was giving us advice on things while we were in Japan, we know enough to get by.” I said. They nodded and we all decided to go to catering until Anthony has to go for his promo.

I turned my phone back on and seen so many notifications from Twitter to Instagram. Fans tagging us in many posts about our debut and family members congratulating us. I decided to post the pictures we took before we came to the arena on Instagram. “So are you two going to be a tag team?” Anthony asked. “Sort of, more like a faction. We can do singles and tag team matches. Kinda like how we did in Japan.” Daejah answered. I nodded and continued to listen to the conversation, giving my input when needed. Scrolling through Instagram I decided to follow some of the roster, including Hook. He didn’t have that many posts from what I see, and there’s no denying he’s attractive. Most are professionally taken, if he wasn’t wrestling he could definitely be a model. I decided to mute my notifications until tomorrow, not before liking Daejah’s diss to Darius. “We should go out to celebrate tonight. I’m sure we can get some of the roster to come. Have you guys introduced and all.” My brother suggested. I looked up from my phone and was a little hesitant. Jet lag was starting to hit but I didn’t want to be boring. Daejah could tell, “Yeah we’ll show up just text us the address. We’re going to head back to the hotel to get ready.” We bid our goodbyes to the guys and headed out.

“So what do you think of everything?” Daejah asked once we made it into our hotel. “I think we’ll definitely fit in. And even if we don’t, we’ll make a statement that we’re here to stay.” I said while going through my suitcase. She hummed an agreement, “What do you think about Hook?” I looked up to see her with her arms crossed and smirking at me. “Oh no don’t you start. You’re not playing matchmaker, we just got here not even 5 hours ago. Don’t even.” I argued. She raised her hands in mock surrender, “I didn’t say anything about matchmaking, just asked what you think about him.” She grinned. I rolled my eyes, “Yeah sure. He’s cool from what I’ve gathered so far from the tiny amount we’ve hung out with him. And yes he might be attractive but remember Daejah I’m not in the mood for a relationship after you know who.” I answered after grabbing a new outfit. “Okay okay fine but it won’t hurt to scratch an itch while you’re here. There’s plenty of attractive people on both sides of the roster.” She said. “Yeah yeah whatever let’s just get ready to go before I end up changing my mind and going to sleep.” I replied.

#aew #aew imagine #aew dynamite #aew rampage #aew wrestling #aew dark #aew all access #aew fanfiction #aew fic #hook aew #aew hook #tyler cole senerchia #tyler senerchia #aew hook x reader #aew hook imagine #aew hook x black!reader #x black fem reader #x black reader #hook x reader

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