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A Monégasque Story (Part 5) - Charles Leclerc

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5

Summary of the series - Y/n is Charles' best friend little sister. They grew up together but haven't seen each other's for years. Their relationship seems to take a different turn when Charles stay at her's and her brother's.

Warning - Both Y/n's and Charles' POV, Fem reader, Both Charles and Y/n speaking French (translated) tension, tooth rotting fluff, three years age gap, mature content, 18+, brother's best friend, friends to lovers, she felt first he felt harder...

Disclaimer: I'm French and my English is NOT perfect ! ⚠️ Please don't stole or repost my stories on any other sites. Btw reblogs are more then welcomed.

Charles’ POV

I feel her breath hitch slightly as I delicately trace over the delicate skin of her back. I wonder how often she moisturizes for her body to feel so smooth.

Why am I thinking about that? That’s such a weird thing to think about.

I shake it off, concentrating yet again on my task.

I’ve never really given anyone a massage before. I don’t even know where this proposition came from. I just really wanted her to join me on my run, and I wanted to do something in return that would be pleasurable for her. That’s the first thing I thought about that was appropriate.

When I was in the bathroom earlier, I looked up some massage tips on Google, trying to learn rather quickly how to make her feel good.

And it did come in handy for some stuff, sadly enough I forgot most of them. I tried to memorize a bit more when she got to her room to change but she was really quick.

So I'm trying my best with the little knowledge I have. I really want her to relax and have a great time.

I feel a spot on her right shoulder that seems a bit tense, so I insist on it a little, trying to follow the instructions I remember. Going delicately over the spot, and slowly increasing the pressure of my thumbs.

She lets out what I think is a muffled moan. Her head pressing further into the mattress. I smile knowing what I did felt good for her.

She whispers an embarrassed sorry, tensing up immediately.

I shake my head “No, no don’t apologize, I'm happy that you’re liking it, I just want you to feel good.” I smooth my hands up and down her back soothingly, feeling her gradually loosening under me.

“That’s it love, just relax.” The nickname slips out of my mouth before I can think twice about it.

It seems to happen a lot lately.

I start massaging the spot on her shoulder again once she’s completely relaxed. Taking my time to feel around the tenseness, working on it cautiously.

She slightly turns her previously hidden face on the mattress. I catch a tiny satisfied smile making its way on her lips.

She makes eye contact, making me smile down at her. “You’re adorable.” I state suddenly, just because it’s what I was thinking. Sometimes I have the impression that there’s no filter between my brain and my mouth when it comes to her.

It’s probably how five years ago I ended up telling her I liked her just before she flew to Paris. I had the worst timing known to man and messed everything up.

The truth is that I did not even think she would be saying it back. I was just trying to get it off my chest.

But then she flew to Paris, my first season in F1 started and I beat myself up every day for not saying it before.

Her cheeks grow slightly red at the compliment, and she just closes her eyes, relaxing completely under my touch.

I work on her shoulder a little more and progressively make my way down her back. Massaging the zones that are tenser, before smoothing my palms up and around so she knows that I'm done with her upper body.

I gently start to knead the skin on her hips, putting a bit more pressure, making her sigh happily.

“Could you maybe go slightly lower, just under the spot you’re at. I have this tension in my lower back… almost on my tailbone since yesterday after jumping from the boat.” She lets out hesitantly, as if she was still contemplating on asking me while she was already in the process of doing it.

“Here?” I ask after going a little lower.

She shakes her head “No not quite” I try again going even lower stopping once I reach the spot on her tailbone. She sighs. “Right here”

My fingers are brushing against the towel that lays over her bum as I timidly massage the indeed really tense area.

I work on it for a while, until I feel it loosen, then move down to her thighs, starting from the part toward her knees and working upward.

Her thighs are thicker than any other zone of her body, and I did not think I would say that one day but it has been really fun to massage. Her skin just feels so soft and full under my fingertips.

I work my way on her upper thighs cautiously, stopping at her bum.

I avert my eyes as her legs unconsciously squeeze together before loosening up again but farther than before. Giving me a clear view of her swimsuit bottom under the towel.

I just look away trying to remind myself not to read into it. This is just her body reacting to feeling good.

So I just concentrate back on my movement, before moving to her calves.

“Are you ready to turn around?” I ask her softly, seeing the sleepiness on her face.

She nods slightly, before putting her palms flat on the mattress and lifting herself up, before tying back her top that was threatening to reveal her pretty breasts.

She lays back down, getting comfortable with her head on my pillow this time. She pushes away the towel that was on her hips.

I don’t really know what to do now. Massaging her back was easy because I didn’t really see her face. Now with her eyes looking at me wide and soft, it feels way more intimate.

I drop the eye contact and clear my throat, looking around as if I would find a magical solution to make things less awkward.

I look up at her again, ready to make a joke on how she cannot stop looking at me, but my mind changes the minute I cross her gaze.

She harbors an expression similar but at the same time completely different than the minute before. I cannot neither describe nor decipher. A mix between lust and vulnerability.

My attention drops to my forearm as I feel the subtle touch of her hand on my wrist.

I don’t know what changed, but I feel it all around, I see it in her eyes, in her touch and her hazy breath. It’s like her boundaries dropped and she was letting me in for the first time in forever.

I move my hands to either side of her waist, caressing it slightly with my thumbs. Testing her limits.

It gains her attention, she looks down at them before almost immediately gazing back up at me. Her hand still on my wrist playing with my bracelets.

She looks so beautiful. I hadn’t been able to stop looking at her these last few days.

I put my finger under her chin, caressing her jaw with my thumb.

She melts in my hand, her breath hitching which made her mouth part lightly.

Her pupils are so dilated that I struggle to see the color in them.

I close the space between us, placing my lips on hers.

She kisses me back, her hand leaving my wrist to grip the back of my neck.

I bite her lower lip lightly, deepening the kiss. I can’t get enough of her.

Her mouth is so soft and her lips taste like strawberries.

I feel her tongue licking my bottom lip, asking for permission. It’s slow and controlled but at the same time it’s needy and not enough.

I open my mouth, licking her tongue back, before gripping her neck harder, pulling her closer to me.

She pulls away panting, her desiring eyes searching for mine. Opening her legs wider so I can step between them.

So I do, before going for her mouth again. She moans and I swear this is the only thing I want to hear from now on. It’s nothing like the one she let out when I was massaging her, it’s needy and pure longing.

Feeling my pants tighten, I groan against her lips “Tu me rends fou Y/n.“ (You‘re driving me insane)

She grips the hair at the back of my neck, drawing me impossibly close to her.

I pull away from her lips, trailing kisses all over her jaw, while she twirls on my hair harder, breathing heavily.

I bite and suck on her skin wanting to imprint it on her skin.

I don’t even know if I will ever find the words to describe what’s going on in the fuzziness of my mind. It’s deeper than lust, deeper than want. It’s visceral.

I need her all over me, I need her to invade all of my senses. I need to feel her, touch her, hear her… smell her. And damn, she smells so good.

“Charles” she lets out in a pant, her hands trailing all the way down my back, feeling around before coming back up to my neck.

I look up at her for a second, needing to take in her mesmerizing face, before moving from her neck to her breast.

I kiss the top of the left one, feeling the much tender skin under my lips. And move one hand to the right one squeezing it lightly between my palm.

A moan leaves her mouth for the third time tonight, followed by a faint and hazy “Char”

I drop my head in between them, sinking deeper into their plushness. I stay here for a second, loving all around them, before she grips back at my hair, pulling me toward her.

A restless expression lays around her face before she pulls me in for a kiss again.

She slowly pushes her tongue into my mouth, searching for mine and deepening the kiss as much as she could, her hand moving to my sides gripping my hipbones.

We jumpily pull away as an alarm suddenly starts going off. I extend my arm toward Y/N ‘s phone grabbing it for her.

I sigh as I see the contact picture of her and her brother hugging. “It’s Raphael” I let out in an almost panicked voice.

“She immediately sits up, “oh, ok” She grabs the phone in my hand and slides right to answer it.

“Hello…” Raphael's voice is muffled so it’s kind of hard to tell what he’s saying.

“Ok right I’ll see you soon then” she says nervously before hanging up and immediately rushing up.

“So, what did he say?” I ask trying to get some information, but she’s just looking around the room to see if there is any of her stuff “He’s gonna be home in a minute” she lets out rushingly before quickly walking to the door, closing the door behind her.

Raphael gets home five minutes later, Y/N is all cleaned up and changed. Talking so suspiciously, eagerly and with a high pitched tone to her brother that I'm sure even him knows something is up with her.

I try to make eye contact with her. Trying to figure out what she’s thinking, but she immediately glances away, anywhere but at me.

I'm stupid.

To be continued…

(Part 6 coming soon)

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basedlida · 4 months

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Frieren ep #15

#she fell first he fell harder #sousou no frieren #frieren: beyond journey's end #frieren spoilers #frieren anime #frieren #stark x fern #stark frieren #fern frieren

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juvenillia · 8 months

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~ Death of Peace of Mind ~ Masterlist

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x fem!Reader

photo credits go to very talented @ave661

Summary: After the traumatic past that comes with the job of being a soldier, you change your aspects and ideals. The only bad thing is that there are suddenly four men that totally turn your point of view and things starting to get out of your so well beloved control. Especially one masked man to be honest.

Disclaimer: NonCanon! Even when a few things from the remake timeline did happen. Things can easily get changed or carried away through the story or seem a bit off. If I step a line pls reach out to me and educate me. English isn't my first language, and almost nothing here will be beta read.

A/N: I’m just a needy gremlin for this man, and my weakness is damn slow burn strangers/enemies to lovers 》 Concept post 《 This will be mostly reader inserted but also contains aspects of OC. You'll get a last name, a past and stuff. Hope you don't mind. If you have any idea of improvements and stuff, just reach out. Won't bite.

CW/TW: I'll always give proper warnings before each chapter, but to mention a few: canon violence, mentions of death, loss, guilt, cursing, ptsd, trauma, jealousy, toxic relationships, angst, self-harm, smut, noncon, and more

Songs: Sleep Token - Rain | Bad Omens - Death of Peace of Mind

Status: ongoing | started 13.09.23

Read on AO3 | Last update 11.04.2024 | new chapters irregular, but I keep updating

chapter index:

00: tired [prologue]

01: news

02: too close

03: friends

04: bonding

05: defeat

06: start

07: names

08: dreams

09: change

10: time

11: silence

12: wait

13: call

14: weak

15: teasing

16: lieutenant

17: complicated

18: casual

19: luck

20: cold

21: broken

22: shadow

23: trust

24: lie

Tba

taglist: open

@yyiikes @saffronimagines @originaldeerhottub @illuminwtesz @killergoddess97 @kaelaiscool @spiritndrain @anothersimpsblog @backupgal @hungryhungariann @victoriazynui @ohworm-writes

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rreeaahh · 9 months

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O N E W A Y T I C K E T | R. A. B.

Pairing: Regulus Black x reader (slytherin, pureblood)

Tropes: academic rivals; enemies to friends to lovers; fake dating; she fell first, but he fell harder; marriage of convenience

Warnings: angst; possible smut; slow-burn; family problems; smoking; drinking; mature language; (that's all i can think of right now)

It’s always “Y/N is such a good child, making her father so proud by being at the top of all your classes! When will you do the same, Regulus?”, or “I can’t imagine a greater pride than having a son like the young Black boy – Orion is lucky to have at least one reason to be proud, while I have one big disappointment!”, but never outside of the closed doors of the manors. At the gatherings of the pureblood society, both the Black and the Lestrange families are the proudest parents.

Forced to like each other in public, the two young wizards hide their mutual hate. They bottle it deep inside their angsty hearts and only set it free during their academic activity, because that seems to be the only accepted form of rivalry between them.

But when you’re trying so much to pretend that you like your enemy, you’re shocked to find that he’s the only one who might understand what you’re going through – because he’s just as scared and furious as you are.

And maybe, you're not only two people who hate each other, but also each other's ticket to freedom.

Chapter 1 - Lies Chapter 2 - Green eyes VS green badge Chapter 3 - We are both filthy now

#regulus x reader #slytherin #angst #hogwarts #regulus black #smut #x reader #slyhterin!reader #the black family #black brothers #death eaters #the dark mark #the dark lord #enemies to friends to lovers #academic rivals #she fell first he fell harder

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underoospeterparker · 10 months

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“she fell first, but he fell harder” with peter parker

god, she’s so beautiful, he’d think, staring at you during lunch. as soon as you would realise he was looking at you, he would pretend that he was listening intently to his friend, but you knew better.

you would smile, taking hold of his hand, interlocking your fingers so they would fit perfectly in his. and he would melt under your touch, rubbing soft circles on your thumb as if he was asking if you were okay.

you’d squeeze his hand in response, giving him a kiss before diverting your attention to someone else on the table. he’d look at you for a minute, the beginnings of an adoring smile already showing on his face. then he would press a kiss to the side of your forehead.

you would giggle, and his eyes would brighten at the sound of your laughter, at the sound of you being happy.

so yes, she did fall first, but he fell so hard that he didn’t think he could ever fall again.

#peter parker imagine #peter parker #peter parker x you #fluff #mcu fandom #peter parker x reader #marvel #spiderman #she fell first he fell harder

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gojonish · 11 months

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friends? || ᵗᵃᵏᵃˢʰⁱ ᵐⁱᵗˢᵘʸᵃ

pairing: takashi mitsuya x fem!reader

content: reader is has a long-standing crush on mitsuya, reader gets flustered easily, mitsuya has that hot mullet

note: i wrote this because it reminded me of a time with my crush so enjoy!

Emma would see the way you looked at him. Chifuyu and Draken (despite them being idiots) probably saw it too.

The person that would always capture your eyes is Takashi Mitsuya, Toman's second-division captain and your crush friend.

Okay, no, with the way you're looking at him right now, even he could probably tell you had a massive crush on him. With him sitting at the back of the warehouse, his earbuds in and pencil dancing around his paper, you just couldn't bring yourself to look away.

You heard your name being called, which immediately snapped you out of your gaze, and turn (a little too quickly) to see your best friend, Nahoya, better known as Smiley.

"Are you daydreaming about him again?"

You rolled your eyes. He always had the tendency to make fun of your school-girl crush on Mitsuya since according to his words he "shipped it."

"I wasn't daydreaming about him," you replied and continued "reading your book."

"Right, and I'm the president of the world."

You pursed your lips and looked up at him, "Are you here to tease me or do you actually have something to say?"

Nahoya folded his arms together, a mischievous smile appearing on his face, "I made a bet with Souya. He doesn't think you have the balls to talk to Mitsuya, so I'm going to make you."

You snapped your head up at the orange-haired boy, "What!?"

"C'mon, I bet twenty bucks that you'll get a date with him. Now you have to do it."

You couldn't believe what you were hearing. They made a bet about you and your (nonexistent) love life. "No way. You're losing that twenty."

Nahoya whined your name, "Nothing is going to progress if you don't talk to him. Even in meetings, you always try to avoid any interaction with him.”

"Nahoya, I told you, no." You said as you turned yourself away from the curly-haired boy.

Nahoya grabbed your arm in desperation, "Please, I'll even make those pastries you like so much."

Now this caught your attention. You thought for a bit then sighed, "Fine. They have to be strawberry though."

"Done."

You swallowed thickly and stood up from where you were previously sitting, taking a deep breath and marching over to the grey-haired boy. You stopped in front of him, and the nerves finally reached your mind. What if he thinks I'm weird just coming up to him like this? You should just turn around now-

A sweet, delicate voice called out your name, and you whipped your head to look at where it came from. You were met with gentle grey eyes and a soft smile present on his face.

"What's up?" He asked.

You tried to talk, you really did, but every time you opened your mouth, your voicebox malfunctioned. You tried to focus on anything other than his hard (yet gentle) gaze, but then your eyes landed on the fresh slits on his eyebrows, and then they bounced from the rectangular earring he had on to the ashen chain wrapped around his neck.

"T-Takashi, um, hi." Really? Was that the best you could do?

"Hey," You swear you saw him stifle a laugh. Was he making fun of you right now? Who wouldn't? You're a flustered mess at the moment. "Did you need something?"

You looked over his shoulder to see Nahoya winking at you and then giving a thumbs up. You breathed in deeply and focused on the agenda at hand, "Do you wanna get dinner?"

You saw him blink and pause. This is it. This is how he rejects you. Why did you have to give in to Nahoya's persuasion?

"Sure, I'm sure the Toman Captains would be happy to know we're getting dinner for them," He patted your back softly, "You're a really good friend!"

Now you were the one that blinked. No, no, this is not the type of dinner you wanted. You wanted a one-on-one dinner together. He thinks you're going out as friends to get dinner for your other friends.

Friends.

Instead of voicing your concern, you gave a simple smile, "Yeah, they'll be super glad." You hoped he didn't hear the slight sarcasm in your voice.

"Great," Now he was the one that smiled at you, and geez, you couldn't be mad at that face. "Just give me five minutes, I need to finish up this design."

You nodded and tramped your way to Nahoya. You gave him a defeated pout, to which he widened his eyes, "No way you got rejected."

"Worse. I got friend-zoned."

"Ouch, you're right. It is worse." Nahoya shrugged his shoulders, "But you're still going out with him, right?"

"Not on a romantic date!" You furrowed your brows and hid your face in your hands, "Nahoya, I think he sees me as a little sister."

"That's funny."

You shot him a look and he immediately shut up. "Stop it! This is so bad."

Nahoya patted your back, a lot harder than Mitsuya initially did, which made you scowl. "Well, at least you're going as friends. Man, and I don't think I'll get my twenty since it's not romantic. Damn it."

Oh, now you were sulking. "Going as friends." Takashi Mitsuya, a man you've crushed on for over three years, friend-zoned you.

Ha, you could laugh at the ridiculousness of this.

"Well, good luck on getting that dinner," Nahoya waved you off, "And get me house fried rice!"

You rolled your eyes, "You better make me those pastries, you dick!"

part two right here !!

#tokyo revengers #tokyorev #mitsuya x you #mitsuya takashi #friends to lovers #she fell first he fell harder #mitsuya x reader

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jackie-sugarskull · 11 months

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I’m pretty sure that all us Egg Casserole shippers can agree on this regarding the whole “she fell first, he fell harder” romance trope;

Edith fell first.

Krupp fell harder.

Captain fell instantly.

#captain underpants #mr krupp #edith the lunch lady #egg casserole #she fell first he fell harder

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weareallgonnadiesoon · 6 months

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Terusai

My all-time favorite Terusai dynamic is

Saiki, while making mental preparations for Kokomi's birthday: Psh. Me love her? I don't even like he- Toritsuka, if you think about her again in ANY context, I'm taking the bones out of your legs and using them to beat you. Anyways, where was I? Yeah, I don't even like her. She's a nuisance at best.

Aiura, who has heard him say this at least twice a day for the past 3 weeks: Uh huh, sure thing, buddy. Hey, have you thought of getting her a teddy bear?

Saiki, genuinely affronted at the suggestion: She hates teddy bears! She gets them all the time from her fans not to mention when she was 8, and her brother got her one, so she'd hated teddy bears ever since. She mentioned that only a month, 1 week, and 2 days ago, don't you remember?

Aiura: Isn't that the time we were trapped in the woods about to be eaten by a bear? THAT'S what you remember from that trip?

Saiki: I don't know why your tone has changed, and I don't like it.

#saiki kusuo #the disastrous life of saiki k.#saiki kusou no psi nan #saiki no psi nan #she fell first he fell harder #saiteru #teruhashi kokomi #kusuo saiki #kokomi teruhashi

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strong-with-the-sarcasm · 6 months

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part 11- a thousand candles burn into the night

"When the ashes start to rise and the moon falls from the sky and a thousand candles burn into the night. When the angels softly cry on the flames below the sky, would a thousand souls still pray for you and I?" -Day of the Dead by Hollywood Undead

Masterlist Part 10

Just like the summer air began to cool into autumn winds, Jasmine and Jason began with a heated tension between them that dwindled into a slow simmer of what neither of them wanted to jinx by calling it love.

Both were aware of how unnatural their connection was, how quick one was able to trust the other with simple thoughts that roll off the tongue- Jazz’s favorite tea, Jason’s favorite book, her younger siblings, his many brothers. It was obvious that Jason held some lingering anger towards those he called family, but it was an old wound, infected yet healing. When it came to more in-depth questions about Jazz’s siblings, Danny and Ellie, there was a sad tinge to the affection. Jazz missed Ellie with every fiber of her being, but her little sister was free as her heart desired.

Jason spoke at length about his own, eventually admitting his anger issues that had led him to attempted murder on one of the younger boys, Tim, that he deeply regretted.

Jazz had only to listen, because who else could understand the deeply rooted rage that came with betrayal?

One slash, two, three

Blood is on your hands already.

Fourth, fifth slash

Ask the ghosts if honor matters, buried amongst the ash.

Slash six, seven

Sharpen your love into a weapon

They went out on several dates, each one special and lovely, but Jazz’s favorite was being wrapped in familiar arms as they watched Pride and Prejudice on Jason’s couch. It was a comfortable warmth that lulled the redhead into a deep sleep, the best she had gotten in a long time.

Jazz was the first to wake, lying on Jason’s firm chest and ear pressed firmly to where she could hear a faint purr from his Proto-Core, she felt no compulsion to move even though there were things she had to do as Regent and as Jasmine.

She had to talk to Frostbite, because she needed to understand why she was so connected to Jason. It frightened Jazz, to have her emotions so sharpened towards someone she hadn’t known for very long.

(She was in love.)

Her own Proto-core purred in tandem with Jason’s, happiness bubbling up in her chest. This was a peace she never wanted to let go, regardless of the reason why the two of them were brought and bound together.

Jason was in love.

There was zero doubt in his head or heart that he was fully committed to his darling Jazz, the beautiful woman who understood him in ways no one ever had. With her, the pit remnants were calm and he was happy.

Happy.

Sheer happiness was in his grasp, in his arms and resting on his chest as she slept. Her long hair smelled like strawberries and he never wanted to leave.

Yet, bat-trained paranoia reared its ugly head in moments like these.

Jasmine Nightingale was, by all accounts, a civilian with a trust fund who cared for her younger brother. No other records were found that could tie either Jazz or Danny to crime, but Jason didn’t want to see them if they existed anyway. He hadn’t even met Danny yet and the kid, despite being prime adoption bait, was already one of Jason’s favorite people. He made Jazz proud with his intelligence and good-natured attitude, so Jason would do his best to form a good relationship with the kid.

He guessed he should be more concerned with how quickly he fell for his darling, but he wasn’t. It felt right. It felt safe. Like he could trust Jazz with every thought, every dream, every hope, every nightmare and she wouldn’t run away. He wanted her, plain and simple.

Thankfully Jazz was more or less on the same page as him.

She never had to say a word about how she felt for him, it was obvious in the way she would gravitate towards him, want to be around him, talk to him, simply be with Jason. How honored he felt to be gifted such attention by Jazz.

He didn’t know how to tell her about Red Hood though.

The Nightingales lived outside Crime Alley’s borders, in a shitty neighborhood of Gotham recently claimed by two new vigilantes- Phantom and Regent.

Jason tried to shove back the horrifying images of a vivisectied Phantom, screaming, sobbing and whimpering, but he would ever be able to forget.

The video of Regent killing the Fentons was glitched, but cross referenced with the Ghost Files, it was obvious the Regent of Now and Then were the same woman…entity that saved Phantom, no, avenged the ghost kid.

The fact that the Fentons death prevented a war was karmic justice, in his humble opinion.

Yet, there was something familiar about the Regent. Something that called to him on a baser level… as if he knew the entity behind the helmet.

But that was ridiculous…right?

Right?

Jazz was going to kill him all the way this time, Danny bemoaned while in flight. He really stuck his foot in it this time and yikes, he really needed to learn to keep his mouth shut.

He just had to go behind Jazz’s back and give the Ghost Files to Batman instead of Superman or Constantine. Big and blue wasn’t available when Danny found an opportunity and for shame if he wasted it! Sad trench coat man being there was really just a bonus, honestly.

With the Acts getting the League’s attention, it was time for a desperate move on the part of the GIW.

They infiltrated Gotham.

Danny had no idea how they had found a way past the border Lady Gotham kept a tight leash on, but the agents were able to pick up his trail with a lucky break on their end. He had a haunt in Gotham, which meant his ecto-signature was strong in that area and weak in others. A glaring neon sign of where the Phantom often could be found.

But Danny would never give up his haunt again, not without a fight.

This haunt didn’t just belong to him, not like Amity had. This had become the home of the Nightingales, the Phantom and the Regent. They had shed blood to claim it and would shed more to keep it.

If it meant admitting to his mistake, then so be it, that’s where he would start.

“Bold of you to assume I thought that far ahead.” Was probably not the best response to Jazz’s irate question of ‘Did you even consider what Batman, Mr. Contingencies-out-the-ass and minion-acquisition-instead-of-therapy, would do with the files?’

Needless to say, Jazz wasn’t impressed.

She had been rather happier lately, with her boyfriend Jason constantly in her orbit, but responsibility still weighed on her.

(Danny’s fault, he was aware, but he still had so much growing up to do before he was ready for the crown.)

Getting the AEA demolished was sure to take some weight from her, even if it would be only the beginning of resolving the repercussions of the United States’ crimes against the Infinite Realms.

It would be years before it would be considered repaid, the blood shed and existences snuffed out. The deaths of the Dr. Fentons were only a consequence of their actions, not truly recompense for the torture they inflicted on the people of the Realms.

(Danny never told Jazz, but he knew they didn’t die when the portal was destroyed.)

(He knew his sister had killed their parents to save him.)

(He still didn’t know how to feel about that.)

Lady Gotham offered a sad croon as Phantom curled his form under a gargoyle’s wings, the heavy rain an ironic ambiance for his mood.

There was nothing he could do about the GIW in Gotham until they showed themselves and they were doing an unusually good job of keeping on the down low. If it hadn’t been for the frantic screeches of the friendly shades and a few blob ghosts cuddling him for comfort, he would have been caught off-guard by an attack. As long as he stayed out of his haunt for a while, let his signature be caught somewhere else, then Jazz would be able to defend their home until he could deal with the bastards.

He just needed to wait.

Jazz had been livid with him admitting his fuck up with the files and deeming the GIW’s presence his fault for claiming a Haunt. With a threat to hug him and make him talk about his feelings until he no longer believed such a lie, Jazz agreed to remain in their Haunt until he could draw some of their forces away. Lady Gotham’s ecto-siganture would be enough to scramble their trackers once further into her city and she would subtly lead her Knights to the agents when able.

It wasn’t much, but it would have to be enough.

Phantom curled his tail around his laid back form, mimicking a cat as he texted Sam and Tucker with updates. They had sworn to visit him during Summer Break, but the Halfa wasn’t holding his breath. Gotham wasn’t safe for them. It wasn’t safe for anyone and that’s coming from a kid who can punt a building into the sun at a moment’s notice.

Amity was (laughably) the best place for them.

Phantom wasn’t really paying attention, absentmindly petting a blob ghost that was cuddled into his side, when he was joined by none other than the Red Hood.

Badass armor and weapons aside, the Hood was an Antihero he admired. The avenged dead sung his praises for all who’d listen.

And… he was very familiar.

Red Hood possessed a Proto-core, one he’d sensed before in his own home….with Jazz.

It couldn’t be. There was no way the Fenton luck could be that wonky that his big sister was dating Red Hood of all people, Jason Todd when unmasked. She had to know right? There was no way Jazz could miss the Proto-core signature of the Once-Revenant they’d housed for a while. Was Jazz okay with Jason’s past? Sure, Red Hood didn’t kill much anymore, but he was still a crime lord who thought severed heads in a duffel bag was a great gift to leave on someone’s doorstep, like a particularly picky cat.

“Uh, hi?”

Hood crouched down, rain blocked by his huge body, water droplets dripping off his red helmet. The white lenses gave nothing away as the Anti-hero spoke, “Hey kid. You ok?”

(Danny was well aware of how gentle and caring Red Hood was towards kids.)

(He couldn’t wait to be an uncle.)

“I’m fine, dude. Just chilling.”

“Under a gargoyle in Gotham?” The disbeliving tone made Phantom snort in laughter, because wow not the scariest concept to a halfa.

“Hey, it was either this or the sewers. I wouldn’t be caught dead,” Phantom chuckled a bit at his joke. “Down there without hazmat gear and the Anti-Creep stick.”

Hood snorted, the sound stackity through the modulator, “Fair enough. Don’t get caught by the big bat, ok? He doesn’t like Metas in his city.”

“Oi, being dead is a meta-cal condition.”

“Ugh,” Hood groaned, “a punster. You’re not dead, kid.”

“‘Fraid I am, my good dude. Fourteen and fried alive, zero outta ten, would not recommend.”

“...You’re a ghost?”

“Right in one! Name’s Phantom.” the Halfa offered, seeing no point in correcting the Anti-hero.

“Red Hood.”

“Dude, I know. The shades sing your praises given half a chance.”

“Shades?”

Phantom shrugged, “The restless dead, unable to pass over without a lot of ectoplasm.”

Hood didn’t ask what ectoplasm was, which surprised the Halfa. Did Batman share the Ghost Files with Red Hood?

“You’re from Amity Park, right?”

Phantom cringed at the name of his former haunt, anger bubbling in his gut, “I died there. I haunt Gotham now.”

“....I’m sorry.” Even with the modulator, Hood sounded genuinely sad for Phantom.

(Batman definitely shared the Ghost Files with the Anti-Hero.)

“Are you alright here? Do you need help?”

Phantom shook his head, “The GIW invaded Gotham tracking my Ecto-signature, so I’m leading them away from my Haunt.” He raised an eyebrow, “You should be careful too. You’re a pretty strong liminal, but they’ll still try to capture you.”

“No, they won’t get me. Phantom, where’s your haunt?”

If Hood was anyone else, Phantom would keep his mouth shut. A Haunt is sacred, a home for a Fraid, it was not some measly address freely given. Yet, Red Hood was also Jason Todd, Once-Revenant Death-claimed Champion turned Proto-core Liminal dating his older sister. If Jazz trusted him enough to date him, then it was good enough for Phantom to offer him a place in his Fraid. (He really couldn’t wait to be an uncle.)

A/N: This was beta-read by @meditating-cat, thanks!

The little bit at the end there... foreshadowing, perhaps? Ooh... all those baby names I could give a Hardcover kid.

Perhaps, perhaps not. Who knows. I have the end of this series mostly planned out, but it could likely change.

Thanks for reading!

#dc x dp crossover #dp x dc #dp x dc au #dpxdc #jazz fenton #regent!jazz #jason todd #anger management ship #hardcover ship #I made myself squeal #They're just so CUTE #they're in love your honor #two dorks #two vigilantes #and only one knows the other is one #spoiler: not the one you'd think #In which Jason is kinda a sweetheart #He's in love with Jazz #she fell first he fell harder

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quotergirl19 · 3 months

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I want a callback to this season 1 scene where Colin tells Penelope he’s leaving London and she’s so upset about it that she nearly bursts into tears and has to leave the party.

I’d love to see Penelope telling Colin that she is either going to leave London because she’s running away from a life as a spinster among the ton or to try her luck with finding a husband in the country. And I want to see immediate panic in Colin’s eyes.

#quotergirl random thoughts #bridgerton #polin #colin x penelope #penelope featherington #penelope x colin #colin bridgerton #bridgerton season 3 #Bridgerton season 3 speculation #she fell first he fell harder #friends to lovers

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sea-owl · 1 year

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One of my favorite tropes is she/he fell first, but he/she fell harder and one of my favorite things from this trope is when the the one who fell harder has that moment of wait a second . . . and then you see the light bulb turn on over their heads or see their only brain cell finally kicking in.

I'll use polin for this example. Because in my belief their first kiss showcases it well.

We got Penelope, who's been in love way longer than I would've allowed myself, gathering up her Whistledown courage and asking the man she secretly loves to kiss her. She's more casual about this because, in a way, she's used to this feeling.

Meanwhile, we see Colin hesitating because now this is unfamiliar territory to him in terms of his relationship with Penelope. Sure, he's had mistresses in the past when traveling, but those never involved feelings or anything in some sort of permanence. Not like Penelope.

But they still kiss. And then, then you read this one line from Colin's pov.

Now this was a kiss

You know this is the moment Colin's brain shifted. The door has been opened, and he's ready to dive in.

Then the kiss stops. Penelope, has been in love, is flushed, but thanks him like he just did her a simple favor. Meanwhile, Colin, completely reevaluating his defention of friendly feelings, is almost offended by her thanks. He's off kiltered around her now but like hell is he gonna stay away.

#bridgerton #polin #i can't wait to see the light bulb turn on over show colin's head #it's one of my favorite moments #she fell first he fell harder #penelope featherington #colin bridgerton

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teamhandsometcth · 2 months

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A Monégasque Story (Part 4) - Charles Leclerc

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

/ Part 5

Disclaimer: I'm French and my English is NOT perfect ⚠️ Please don't stole or repost my stories on any other sites. Btw reblogs are more then welcomed.

The party yesterday shit faced me. Less than the last time i guess, but i still had a pretty hard time waking up.

We got home late and i had maximum 4 hours of sleep. So yeah, this is fun.

I push the sheets away with very little motivation, and head to the bathroom.

I cross my reflection in the mirror, and huff. I wash my face and tie my hair trying to look more alive and less zombie like before opening my bedroom door.

I make my way to the kitchen, directly greeted by the sight of Charles looking all freshened up, ready to attack the day as if his night before has consisted in sipping an infusion and going to bed at 7pm with cucumbers slices on his pretty eyes and a waves song audio in the background.

I stop dead in my track, eyeing him up and down. He’s standing by the kitchen sink, filling his water bottle in a workout outfit. I don’t know if i should hate him or be inspired.

He smiles when he sees me entering the room, “hi love” I give him a quick hug before making my way to the fridge.

“Are you really going to work out this early ?” I ask him taking the apple juice bottle before turning back to him.

He look down at his watch laughing, “It’s ten”.

I sight “That’s what im saying, it’s too early to do any type of exercise.”

He close his water bottle and get closer to the counter where im standing “Well, i didn’t really trained since im here and all we do is eat and drink. Andrea is going to kill me. And even if im on holiday,” he says through quoted fingers “I still need to do work out and stuff, i don’t have time messing around.”

I chuckle, “Ok Tiana” He furrowed his eyes brows for a second before rolling his eyes. “Your reference are frightening” He snickers back.

I laugh, putting my hands under my chin in a “im proud of it” way before passing by him again “Well have fun, im going to go back to sleep.”

He quickly grab my wrist to spin me around. I look up, to him shocking his head, all smug. “Not so fast, you’re coming with me.”

I look down at his hand still securely wrapped up around my wrist, then back at him. “I think you’re mistaking, you enjoy tho” I free my hand from him and start making my way out, but once again he spins me around.

“Don’t let spinning people around become an habit, most people don’t like being manhandled you know.” I laugh. He shrug my comment “If you come with me i promise to give you a massage when we came back.” He says way too confidently.

I frown, i wasn’t quite ready for him to say something like that, but it’s not obvious enough for him caught up on it. “What ?” i say in disbelief, needing to hear it once again just to be sure that i got it right.

“If you run with me, i promise to give you a massage when we get home.” He repeats, still as confidently as before. Not a bit of doubt transpiring from his face.

It’s tempting, but im not sure having someone you’re attracted too, with their hands on you, caressing your skin is the best idea. But at the same time, who in their right minds would say no to a massage.

“Ok im coming” I say fastening my way to my bedroom to get ready. I hear him laugh as i close my bedroom door.

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I feel like im going to faint, there’s no blood in my head anymore.

The sun is too bright, the air too hot and i don’t feel my legs anymore.

I come to a stop on the side walk. Immediately gripping my knees with my hands trying to steady myself and get my breathing back to normal.

I see Charles turn around, making his way back to me while laughing.

I so want to sweep his little smug expression out of his face right now.

“Are you trying to kill me ? Don’t laugh, im serious. Are trying to kill the shit out of me ?” I pants looking down, afraid that if I look up for too long I might puke.

“I can’t even breath anymore.” I state sitting down. Well actually more like dropping myself on the ground. My legs are not capable of holding me anymore.

“Don’t sit on the ground it’s dirty.” I hear Charles say as he’s already helping me up.

He put his arms around me and his lips to my ear “We’re good for today. You did not gave up, I’m proud of you" He compliment ms as we start walking back.

Before I know what im doing, my face broke into a big smile. “Im proud of you.”

“I don’t know how you do it.” I say in a giggle genuinely in disbelief. He laugh out, his hand flexing on my side.

“Force of habits i guess, but if it’s something you want to try, I could train you. I’ll be gentle I promise.

I look up, smiling tiredly at him. “We’re gonna see, I’ll think about it.”

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Raphael was heading to work when we got home. Which means that he most likely won’t be home before at least 3pm.

I directly hoped in the shower. I’ve never felt so dirty in my entire life. Charles took Raphael’s bathroom so we could be as efficient as possible.

I got out first, so i started making some quick lunch. I bend down to get something from the frizzer when i hear the sound of Raphael door closing. I look up, just in time to catch a glance of Charles’ dripping muscular body. He’s only dressed in a white towel handing really low on his hips, low enough for me to see some hair stick out of the towel.

If i had no self respect i would be drooling right now.

I clear my throat and turn around, busying myself.

Charles came back in the kitchen. This time dressed. His hair are still kind of wet, but it’s gonna dry up pretty quickly anyways.

Imagine you wash your hair, it doesn’t even take you that much time, and then they dry alone and looking good. Life is unfair.

“What are we making ?” he ask smiling at me, waking me up of my daydreaming about pretty hair.

I show him the basilic in my hand “I was thinking making some pasta and homemade pesto. how does that sound ?”

He smile immediately making his way toward the cabinet to grab the pasta. “That sound perfect.”

So that’s what we did, it took us maybe 25 minutes, Charles cooked the pasta and i made the sauce.

He’s literally the worst sous chef i ever had, he’s so distracting and unserious. He spend his time joking around trying to tickle me. But ironically enough he is also so attentive and always asking if i need something.

Charles hand gaze my arm as he take the Parmesan on the wood board beside me. When i look up at him, I’m greeted with a shy smile before he quickly moves away.

Once he is done dressing the plate, he carry my plate to the dinning table. I tried to take it from him but he insisted.

He set the table when the pasta were cooking. And he even through of putting some extra cheese in a little bowl for me, knowing how much i like it.

He is pissing me off so much right now. He makes it super hard not to want him.

He takes a mouthful of pasta, his expression unreadable, before laughing out loud.

I giggle, “What’s up with you ?”

“Im so sorry. The pasta are still a bit uncocked” he let out. His shy smile back on his lips.

“Let’s see” I smile back and take a bite, surprised to find a slight crisp under my teeth.

l laugh, making Charles do the same “they are not al dente, they are croquante” he says, his shoulders deeping with how hard he’s laughing.

In reality, it wasn’t that bad and it was still really good.

We eat, while discussing about what our favorite types of music, artists and others stuff.

Since we got home, neither of us mentioned anything about the massage thingy. And I don’t want to be the one to bring it up. Plus, Im not hundred percent sure if it’s a good idea since you know…

We clean up everything, putting the extra food in a tupperware and doing the dishes. Not without Charles shaking his wet hands in my direction instead of drying them. He is a child.

“Are you ready for your massage appointment ?” he ask me with a grin already walking in direction of his room.

My eyes widen, thinking he had forgotten about that. I fasten my pace behind him “Oh Charles it’s ok really you don’t have too” i let out quickly.

He turns around shrugging me off “No, you run with me and you gave it all you could, you deserve it. Plus i promised.” He says opening his bedroom door.

“Stay here im going to go search for some towels” he let out before entering the bathroom next door. He comes back a second later with a big towel, a littler one and my bottle of body oil that was on the counter. “Is it ok if i use this ?” He ask, showing me the bottle.

“Sure” I say sending a smile his way. “Um, how are we going to do this exactly ?” I question looking around.

“Well i was thinking putting that right here…” He says installing the large towel flat on his bed.

"And I don’t know, I guess the easiest would be for you to put on a bathing suits and then put that," he show me the littler towel "on your bum so you have more coverage." he explained way too relaxed.

“I um, yeah im gonna go change.” I let him know quickly before exiting the room. What the fuck im i doing right now ?

I close my bedroom door and choose a swimsuit. One that is not too revealing but at the same time that show enough skin for him to be able to massage me comfortably. I make my way back to Charles’ room, feeling really little dressed. God this is so weird.

When i get in, Charles is sitting on the bed, his phone in hands. He looks up when he hears me. “You’re ready ?” He ask, getting up.

I nod, trying to play it cool, but in reality im pissing myself. I lay on my belly where the large towel is, and put the little one on my butt quickly.

Charles put some instrumental music on, before taking the oil bottle from the nightstand.

“Can i untie your top ? It will be easier to access if it’s off.”

“Um sure.” I say, trying to get comfortable and chase every inappropriate throughs going on and on in my head.

I feel his fingers gaze my skin and my top going lose. I breathe in, preparing myself for what’s to come.

His hands delicately starts to spread out the oil all around my back, getting really shy as he got closer to my lower back then quickly coming up.

It feels so good, but I almost want to laugh at how afraid he is to touch me. He’s brushing his fingertips against my skin as if i would crumble into pieces if he putted more forcefulness in his mouvements.

He starts gently massaging the skin around my spine with his thumbs, making some up and down mouvement, before putting his palms flat on my lower back and pushing them up with a little more energy.

I exhale out, not so quietly. It feels so relaxing i cannot.

He lets out a giggle “What ?” I ask, turning my face slightly on the bed so i can glance at him.

“Does it feels good ?” He whispers. I close my eyes readjusting my head on the mattress, and answer sleepily “So good.”

To be continued…

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