Charles + gamer + mild angst /fluff
Gamer | CL16
⸺ the one where he's been gaming too much with his friends and neglects his girlfriend for a beat.
✓ mentions of food.
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He wasn't a gamer. He was an F1 pilot. That's why it did not make any sense for Yn the amount of time Charles had been spending playing with his friends. And don't get her wrong, she did support him in everything and wanted Charles to bond with his friends, but the thing was he's been neglecting her in the process.
She tried talking with him, but he brushed it off not even taking his eyes off the screen, and that's how Yn found herself with Charles would call "an attitude", going around her day ignoring him. She went as far as cooking dinner without calling him to eat or saving him a plate.
She wanted him to feel the way she was.
"Amour, did you have dinner already?" Charles asked confused once his match was over, tonight he was playing some kind of fight game with Lando. Both streaming too.
Yn kept her eyes on the movie playing on the TV, not bothering to look his way, but Charles tried again, "Chérie, what happened?" he walked to the living room stopping right in front of her.
Yn sighed.
"Are you finally done with your game? I'm sorry but I can't talk right now, mon ange, I'm watching this movie...all by myself," she retorted hinting exactly at the problem.
The Leclerc cleared his throat a bit ashamed of himself finally realizing what he did to his girlfriend.
"Love, I'm sorry, I- I lost track of time, and I've been a terrible boyfriend. You deserve better and I'll start giving you better, I promise. Just, please, forgive me, and look at me," he apologized while pleading, now kneeling between her legs. He held her face between his hands, "I love you," he whispered when her eyes finally found his. "Can I get a kiss?"
"You don't deserve it," she answered, but the ghosting of a smile gave away that she was considering his apologies.
"Not even if I get you your favorite dessert? You didn't have dessert without me, did you?" he arches his brows.
"Well, you're starting to drive a hard bargain, Charlie."
"I'm the best of the grid, you know," he jokes.
"Now you're getting cocky," she laughs.
"If it makes you laugh I can be whatever you want, Yn," now his eyes were trained on her lips and he finally killed the space, tasting her lips and sealing a promise of doing better from now on.
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Jonathan Harker and Doomed Bride imagery:
-Lenore (May 4th-5th): Directly referenced ('Denn die Todten reiten schnell') on the carriage ride on St. George's Eve, when evil surfaces. Jonathan, covered with flowers and a crucifix, rides with his own disguised Death all night to arrive at his octagonal room and bed, like Lenore who is supposedly led to her marriage bed, which is actually her tomb. Death and the maiden.
-Shahrazad (May 7th-8th): Jonathan, after engaging Dracula in telling him his history, says that his diary resembles the beginning of Arabian Nights. The story's heroine, Shahrazad, is the new bride of a cruel vizier who kills his own wives (on their wedding night). She distracts his wrath and delays her own doom by engaging him in storytelling. She is meant to be the next victim, once he is done with her.
An obvious parallel is May 8th, but that night it's Dracula who speaks. Jonathan is the one who normally tells stories every night, until dawn. “Why, there is the morning again!” Dracula says. Jonathan says that this nocturnal existence has been taking a toll on him.
One thing is for certain. Like her, Jonathan is next.
-Bluebeard's Bride (May 7th+May 12+May 15): Not directly referenced in the novel, however, Jonathan bears a strong resemblance to Bluebeard's new bride being warned by her lord husband to never open a forbidden room in his mansion. She disobeys and enters it. She finds the corpses of his old brides, like trophies, which he had killed. She, again, is meant to be next.
Jonathan gets warned three times and indeed disobeys, opens the room, and finds (un)dead women who the Count once loved. We find out he is to be the fourth eternally entrapped victim in their company.
Two of these stories feature a powerful noble with a brand new wife he intends to kill, like his previous ones. In both stories she delays her fate by being diplomatic and playing along for survival. Two have the theme of execution on their wedding bed. As intimate as a bite on the throat on their final night.
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i just realized Murderbot is a reverse Scheherazade. rather than telling stories to avoid being killed, it consumes stories to avoid killing people
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Lewis + cream + smut/fluff
Cream | LH44
⸺ the one where a particular outfit from Lewis makes Yn go feral.
✓ nsfw. thigh riding. +18. Minors DNI!
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Something about the way his happy trail was showing every time he raised his hands or made any movement that would change his shirt position even the slightest, or how the material of the blue jeans was clinging to his ass, shaping it to perfection. Everything about how Lewis was dressing that day was making Yn go feral, and the tipping point was when he dragged her to his driver's room.
"What's wrong, huh?" he asked, hands holding Yn by the waist and pressing her center against his thigh.
"Lew..." she whined, dropping her head on his shoulder and breathing in his smell, feeling even more intoxicated by the whole moment.
"C'mon, babe, make yourself cum using my thighs. Cum on my new pants, and let everyone outside know what a dirty girl you are," he mumbled. His sweet voice whispering the most deprived things would always make Yn feel dizzy, it was almost like being thrown into a haze. Lewis-haze. Because everything he did had his own way, unique.
"Cream on my pants, show me how easy it is for me to make you feel good," Lewis flexed his legs and watched as her head was thrown back, her hands gripping him harder and her movements frantic, searching for her own tipping point, giving it all for her own pleasure. "You're so pretty," he whispered, and Yn moaned, hugging Lewis closer without stopping.
"Lew, please," she purred and he smiled, holding her jaw close to his face before smashing their lips together. He swallowed all her moans and noises, helping her ride the shocking waves of an orgasm reached without so much but the flex of his thigh.
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