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The One Who Stayed | CS55

Plot: Y/n is Charles' ex but their families have been friends since even before they were born. Arthur is attached to Y/n like a brother and is not happy with his brother and his new girlfriend. After a few family events Y/n couldn't bear the uneasy atmosphere with the new couple and the hate by Charles fans, so she distances herself from them and finds herself a new man who treats her right.

Pairing: Carlos Sainz x girlfriend!reader

Type: Angst, Fluff, SMAU.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

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CARLOS' APARTMENT, MONACO - MAY 2024

Things with Carlos had been going really well. He was a gentleman, attentive, kind, and always present in the ways that mattered. Y/N couldn’t help but notice how different this relationship felt compared to her previous one.

Charles had known her since childhood, but he never really made the effort to understand her as the woman she'd become. To him, she was still the same Y/N from their younger days. He believed he was the only one with a packed schedule, expecting her to always be there for him like everyone else in his life, yet rarely offering her the same in return.

Carlos was the opposite. He listened. He noticed the little things. He carved out time for them, even when he was busy. He was everything Charles never was and everything Y/N had been longing for.

The smell of freshly cooked carbonara filled the air, crisp and warm against the soft clatter of Y/N’s fingers on her keyboard. She was working on Carlos’ kitchen island with a plate of cake by her side while reviewing a company's project objective file.

Behind her, in the kitchen of his sleek Monaco apartment, Carlos stood in a navy t-shirt and joggers, stirring the carbonara sauce with a relaxed ease that only came with confidence and practice.

“I swear,” she muttered, not looking up, “if I read another line that says ‘elevate the brand experience’ I’m going to start screaming into the void.”

Carlos laughed from the kitchen. “I don’t know what that means and I never want to find out.”

“That’s because you drive cars for a living,” she replied dryly, highlighting another paragraph in pale yellow.

He peeked around the kitchen island, brow raised. “And yet, here I am, making my you infamous carbonara while you” he waved the tongs at her playfully, “ignore me for some corporate shit. I deserve a reward.”

“You’ll get a Michelin star before you get my full attention during a client week,” she teased.

Carlos set the pan aside and walked over, resting his hands on the back of the couch behind her. He leaned down, lips brushing her temple. “Then I’ll settle for your mom’s approval. That’s harder, no?”

She smiled and twisted slightly to look at him. “Speaking of…” She hesitated, clicking her laptop shut. “She asked if you’d want to come to family dinner on Thursday.”

Carlos tilted his head. “Right before the race weekend?”

She nodded. “It’s sort of tradition now. My parents, Leclercs. The usual group.”

“Charles will be there.” He didn’t say it like a question.

She pressed her lips together. “Yeah. And his girlfriend.”

Carlos didn’t flinch. He just nodded, as if he expected it. “I’ll be there.”

“Are you sure?” she asked, watching him carefully. “I don’t know how he’s going to be...”

Carlos sat on the edge of the couch, facing her fully. “You think I’m worried about Charles?”

“I think I’m worried about Charles,” she corrected gently. “I don’t want to cause more drama, especially not in front of our families.”

He reached out and took her hand. “He moved on a month after breaking up with you. A month, cariño. He doesn't get to have opinions now.”

“I know,” she said, softer. “It’s just… It’s weird, isn’t it? Like, I’ve been around their family for years. This isn’t just me bringing a new guy to the family table. It’s his teammate and one of his best friends.”

Carlos squeezed her hand. “That’s not your weight to carry.”

She looked down at their hands, thumb brushing across his knuckles. “Lorenzo and Arthur might corner you.”

Carlos grinned. “Let them.”

“I mean it,” she said, half-laughing, half-wincing. “Arthur especially. He’ll try to make you uncomfortable. And ask a lot of questions.”

“Well,” he said, pretending to straighten his posture like a nobleman, “then I’ll give them a very noble and honest answer. ‘I’m dating your sister because she makes my life easier to breathe in.’”

She flushed. “Don’t say that. They’ll never let me live it down.”

“Fine. I’ll say it just to you,” Carlos said with a smirk, brushing his thumb under her chin. “You think I’m scared of your brothers? Y/N, I’ve handled Ferrari strategy meetings. Nothing is scarier than that.”

She laughed then, a genuine one she forgot how to for a while, and leaned into him, resting her forehead against his shoulder.

“I just don’t want this to feel like… I don’t know. Like we’re taking jabs at him by existing.”

Carlos’s voice was calm, sure. “We’re not jabbing anyone. We’re just living. If he can’t handle seeing you happy, that’s on him. Not you.”

She took a deep breath. “Okay. Family dinner it is.”

He stood again, walking back to the kitchen. “You’ll see,” he called over his shoulder. “I’ll charm the whole family. I know they already love me but...” He casually shrugged.

“You’re too confident.”

Carlos just grinned and plated the pasta. “No, I just have the best reason to be.”

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CARLOS' APARTMENT, MONACO - MAY 2024

The sunlight poured into Carlos’ apartment in golden streams, soft and diffused through the linen curtains.

It was early, maybe too early for the way they'd stayed up the night before, laughing under the covers, whispering about everything and nothing between sleepy kisses, his hands constantly tucked around her waist like she was something he wasn’t ready to let go of.

Y/N woke up first. Carlos was still tangled in the sheets, one hand resting open against her side of the bed, the other tucked under his cheek like a boy.

She smiled, brushing a bit of hair from his forehead before slipping out from under the duvet. He barely stirred, just pulled the pillow closer and let out the softest breath.

She padded barefoot across the cool floor, his oversized shirt hanging off her frame. The apartment was quiet, except for the low hum of the city waking up outside. Y/N tied her hair up lazily and headed to the kitchen.

Phone tucked between her shoulder and ear, she stirred batter slowly in a mixing bowl, a half-empty milk coffee by her elbow on the counter.

“Wait. You stayed in?” her best friend’s voice crackled through the speaker.

Y/N rolled her eyes fondly, flipping a whisk in her hand. “Of course I stayed. You act like this is a crime.”

"How was it?" her best friend replied.

Y/N chuckled under her breath. “We haven't reached that stage yet. We fell asleep talking about his new contract offers. He is also considering to be a professional golfer at this point.”

There was a pause. “Of course he did.”

Y/N was mid-laugh when she felt familiar arms slide around her waist. She glanced over her shoulder as Carlos pressed a slow, lazy kiss to her shoulder, then another just below her neck.

“Morning,” he mumbled, voice still heavy with sleep.

“You’re awake,” she said, smiling as she muted the call briefly. “You were snoring when I left.”

“I don’t snore,” he murmured against her skin, tightening his hold just a little.

“You kind of do.”

He looked at the phone in her hand. “Is that who I think it is?”

Y/N unmuted the call. “He says hi.”

“Hola,” Carlos said clearly toward the phone, smirking, before walking around the counter to grab a piece of banana from the cutting board.

“Tell him to keep his mouth off the produce and get real food,” her best friend replied dryly.

Carlos raised a brow. “Rude.”

“She loves you,” Y/N said casually. “She’s just territorial.”

After she ended the call, Carlos reached for her coffee and took a sip. “Mmm. Tastes like shit. How do you even like this. It's so sweet...” She rolled her eyes. He leaned back against the counter. “Also, Lando’s coming over.”

Y/N blinked. “You invited him?”

“His call woke me up. He's probably bringing Albono as well.”

“I just wanted some us time. Your side chick had to interfere." Y/N huffed and turned back to the bowl, grabbing the flour again. “Fine. I’ll double the ingredients.”

He came up behind her again, pressing another kiss to her temple. “Triple it. You know how much those idiot eats.”

“I should’ve stayed in bed,” she muttered.

“You should always stay in our bed,” he whispered softly, so close to her ear she stilled for a second before being giggly.

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CARLOS' APARTMENT, MONACO - MAY 2024

Pancakes were stacked high on ceramic plates, golden and soft, fresh off the pan.

Carlos came up behind her, slow and quiet, keeping his phone aside on the counter. Before she could speak, he turned her toward him and kissed her.

It started slow but she should’ve known it wouldn’t stay that way. It never did with him.

He lifted her effortlessly onto the kitchen counter, her legs parting to accommodate his body between them, one arm bracing her back as the other slid under the shirt she borrowed from him, riding just above her thighs. His palm met the warm skin of her waist and his touch was so certain, so proprietary, like he knew she belonged there.

“Carlos,” she breathed, head tilting back as his mouth trailed down her neck. “They’ll be here soon.”

“He'll ring the bell,” he mumbled against her collarbone.

His kisses turned feverish, hands gripping her thighs as her fingers tangled in his hair. She wasn’t sure when the edge blurred — the taste of him, the way he kept whispering her name like it was a confession, the sound of her soft gasps echoing between them — but the world had narrowed to just this moment.

Until the front door clicked open.

And someone coughed. "I. um had the spare key..." Lando muttered. They jolted apart like teenagers caught red-handed.

Y/N’s heart froze mid-beat as she registered the trio standing at the threshold of the kitchen, Lando, Alex, and Charles.

Lando’s expression was a mix of sheer awkwardness and panic, while Alex tried to respectfully stare at the fridge. But it was Charles who looked like someone had just punched the air out of him.

He stared. Eyes sharp. Jaw clenched. She couldn’t tell if he was breathing.

And then he lunged at Carlos, “Charles, no!” Y/N yelled, but it was too late.

Carlos barely got a word out before Charles tackled him against the wall, fists colliding into his shoulder and side. Y/N was shoved aside in the chaos as ceramic plates shifted on the counter. She scrambled up from where she hit the ground and grabbed at Charles’ shirt, trying to pull him off.

“Charles, STOP!” she cried.

Carlos cursed in Spanish, trying to hold Charles back without hitting him. Lando and Alex finally dove in, one grabbing Charles' arms, the other trying to get between the two of them.

Breathless and furious, Carlos shouted, "What the fuck is your problem?!"

Charles spat back, voice shaking, “My problem?! You invited me here to give me this show, huh! Kissing my ex, for revenge like its my fault ferrari dropped you!!”

“She’s not yours, Charles!” Carlos barked.

“You’re my teammate! And you—” he pointed toward Y/N, face twisted in betrayal, “What the hell is wrong with you?!”

Y/N stood there, chest heaving, hair wild, heart pounding in her ears and something snapped. She stepped forward. “No what the fuck is wrong with you!” she hissed, her voice low but venomous. “You don’t get to explode in my life like this. After you fucked everything up.”

Charles froze mid-breath. She kept going.

“You left me. You didn’t fight for me. And you moved on. One month after we broke up, you were all over the internet with her like I never mattered. I stayed quiet. I respected your choice. I even distanced myself from MY family because of you and your pathetic girlfriend's insecurities.”

Her voice cracked but she didn’t stop. “You can parade your new life around but the second I find someone who makes me feel again, who actually treats me like I’m worth staying for, this is what you do? You fight him in his own kitchen like you’re entitled to something you threw away?”

Charles blinked, jaw locked, lips parted slightly, speechless. “This isn’t about Carlos trying to take revenge because of what your team is doing to him,” she added, her voice softer now, firmer. “This is about the fact that for the first time since we ended, I’m happy. And you can't see me happy, Charles.”

Silence. Lando let go of Charles’ arm slowly. Carlos exhaled, finally looking up with Alex next to him holing his shoulder.

Charles stood still for a moment. Then something in his eyes broke. shame? anger? regret? Maybe all of it. Without a word, he turned and stormed out the door.

Y/N stood there, frozen. Her chest was rising and falling like she’d just run a marathon. Carlos stepped toward her slowly, hands tentative like she might break. But she didn’t.

Instead she walked straight past the three into the bedroom, slamming the door behind her.

Carlos stood outside it for a minute, maybe more, just listening to the muffled sound of her sobs. They weren’t loud anymore, not the sharp, broken cries from earlier, but that kind of deep, aching weep that came from someplace far beyond anger. It was grief. And exhaustion.

He didn’t knock. Just quietly turned the handle and stepped in.

She was curled up on the bed, her face buried in the pillow, shoulders trembling. Her fists were tight near her chest like she was holding herself together.

Carlos’s chest ached. Wordless, he sat on the edge of the bed and gently touched her back before sliding his hand under her head and lifting it onto his lap. Her face was damp and flushed, skin warm from the crying, but she didn’t resist.

She melted into him like her body remembered safety in his arms.

The sobs didn’t stop immediately. But they slowed. Her breathing began to steady into deep, ragged inhales. He threaded his fingers through her hair again and again, occasionally pressing his palm flat between her shoulder blades rubbing it softly. He didn’t say anything. Just held her while she fell apart.

After a few minutes, he leaned down and whispered, “C’mere,” gently pulling her upright and into his lap.

Y/N folded into him without hesitation, her arms locking tight around his neck, her entire weight leaning into him like he was the only thing keeping her from collapsing again. She didn’t even try to speak, she just held him, her face buried in the crook of his shoulder.

Carlos rested his chin on her head. “Look at me, baby” he whispered, inhaling slow.

She let go, just slightly, when his hands came up to frame her face. Her eyes were glossy, her lashes clumped, her cheeks flushed red.

Carlos wiped under her eyes with his thumbs and held her jaw gently, steadying her.

“Oh, Mi Amor., estoy aquí” he said quietly. [My love, I'm here.]

She tried to smile, but it quivered. He leaned forward and kissed her shyly.

Then he reached beside him for a glass of water from the bedside table. “Drink,” he murmured.

She took it, sipping slowly, her hands held the glass like a child does.

Just as she finished drinking, there was a light knock on the door. Then it opened a crack.

“Hey,” Alex Albon said, stepping halfway in with a tray, “I brought your plate. Thought you might want to eat in here but… no pressure.”

Y/N sat up straighter, blinking hard. “Thanks, Al.”

Carlos helped her shift off his lap as she pulled the hem of the oversized shirt lower. She cleared her throat, still a bit hoarse. “We’ll come eat outside.”

AMAZONICO RESTRAUNT, MONACO - MAY 2024

The restaurant was quiet and elegant, tucked into a discreet street in Monaco.

Carlos and Y/n drove to the venue together. Since people in Monaco recognised Carlos and y/n individually, them arriving together would cause people to record and gossip was sure to follow. Even tho they chose private entry, Y/n saw people recording them during the ride there.

The table was set for eleven in private rooftop setting, the lighting warm and the conversation already flowing when Y/N and Carlos arrived.

Y/N’s parents were already seated across from Arthur and Jade, sipping wine and laughing at something Lorenzo had just said. Charlotte was beside him, one hand looped loosely around his arm, her expression relaxed and content.

Arthur raised his eyebrows when he saw them approach, eyes flickering between Y/N and Carlos. She met his gaze and gave him a quiet nod. Arthur offered Carlos a short smile, nothing overly enthusiastic, but not cold either.

Carlos pulled out Y/N’s chair before sitting beside her, resting his hand for a moment on the back of her seat. It was subtle, but grounding. She smiled softly at the gesture.

Dinner began with an effortless rhythm. Conversation bounced between weekend plans and racing logistics, with occasional laughter when Jade made dry observations about their group dynamic. Carlos held his own easily, engaging in relaxed small talks with Y/N’s father.

Just then, the energy shifted. The server pulled back the door slightly, and Charles entered with Alexandra. They were late, but not enough to call attention. Still, every eye turned.

Charles gave a tight smile. "Sorry we’re late. Traffic."

"In Monaco?" Charlotte quipped lightly. Lorenzo elbowed her.

Alexandra greeted Pascale and Charlotte with polite kisses, then made her way around the table. She paused slightly before Y/N and Carlos. “Hi,” she said with a smoothness that didn’t quite reach her eyes.

“Hey,” Y/N returned, offering a small smile.

Carlos gave a nod, polite but unreadable. "Bonsoir."

The seating fell into a strange rhythm, Charles, Alexandra, then Charlotte and Lorenzo, with Jade, Arthur, Y/N, and Carlos forming the opposite arc.

Alexandra seemed to struggle to join conversations. The girls tried, genuinely, to include her but the replies were clipped.

Meanwhile, Carlos and Y/N settled into their own easy rhythm. She passed him her plate when the picked out mushrooms piled in the corner of her plate. She looked at him like a pleading child for him to take it away off her plate.

He scooped the mushrooms without question. “More for me.”

She leaned in, eyes soft. “You’ll eat anything.”

He nudged. “Hey!” and teasingly brought a forkful of mushrooms near her mouth making her cringe.

They whispered between themselves, exchanging inside jokes. When dessert came around, Y/n had finished hers quickly and now kept stealing spoons from Carlos’s crème brûlée.

“You know,” he said around his fourth stolen bite, “you could just order another.”

She grinned. “Yours tastes better. And You shouldn't be having this, I'll tell Gigi."

"You wouldn't" His unoccupied hand lingered its way on her thigh.

"you bet!" She chuckled wiping her mouth with a tissue paper.

Eventually, the check came. The server approached discreetly, and Charles reached into his pocket for his card at the same time Carlos stood to do the same.

“I’ve got it,” Charles said flatly.

Carlos didn’t miss a beat. “Appreciate it, but it’s mine tonight.”

“You're the guest. I'll get this one” Charles looked up, tone cool.

Carlos gave a neutral smile. “Come on mate. Let me get this o.”

The server stood awkwardly between them. Y/N sipped her water slowly.

“I insist,” Charles said again, more firmly.

Carlos leaned slightly forward, still composed. “So do I. Unless we want to split the bill in front of everyone.”

Arthur raised a brow, glancing between them. Y/N’s mother cleared her throat. “Boys.”

Charles eventually leaned back in his chair. “Fine.”

Carlos nodded and handed over his card without another word.

The walk out of the restaurant was less tense. The tension had been aired out, silently. Alexandra walked slightly ahead of Charles, who still hadn’t said much. Meanwhile, Y/N walked closely beside Carlos, her arm brushing against his as he reached for her hand casually.

Outside, Pascale pulled Y/N into a soft hug. “You look good together, mon coeur.”

Y/N smiled against her shoulder. “Thank you, mamam.”

Arthur stepped up beside Carlos as they waited for the cars to be brought around. “You handled that well.”

Carlos glanced over. “I didn’t come for a fight.”

“No,” Arthur nodded, looking over at his brother. “But you got one anyway.”

Carlos offered a half smile. “Worth it.” Arthur and jade bid their farewell. Carlos got inside after opening the door for Y/n and drove off.

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f1wagsgossip Carlos Sainz and Y/N L/N spotted in Monaco heading to the Leclerc–L/N family dinner tonight

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formulawtf1 Not them actually making it official with the family 💀

carlossimp_55 The way he looks at her 🫠 I’m just here melting.

username1 ngl carlos and y/n look happy as hell. can't be mad at that.

charlesbabyy16 Wait wasn’t this supposed to be a LECLERC family dinner???

paddockconfessions Someone check on Charles 😭

alexafan98 Why does she always steal attention at everything? This wasn’t even about her.

wagsofficialtea Girl served us with a lbd while he comes in an puma tee 😭

sainz55fever Carlos driving her there like a proper husband. My Roman Empire 🥹

leclercsuniverse No because imagine the tension. Pascale must be exhausted.

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CARLOS' APARTMENT, MONACO - MAY 2024

The bedroom was dim, just the low amber glow of the bedside lamp pooling on the sheets and the soft hum of the city muffled beyond thick windows.

Y/N lay nestled beside Carlos, her leg draped lazily over his and her cheek pressed into his chest. His fingers stroked idle patterns on her arm, occasionally slipping into her hair.

They had been quiet for a while. Comfortable in the kind of silence that only came when you knew there was nothing you needed to say to be understood.

Then Carlos spoke, voice low but steady. “I don't even know how I want tomorrow to go.”

Y/N shifted her head slightly to look at him with her eyebrows scrunched.

He shook his head once. "The team will make me defend Charles if I overtake Piastri. A part of me wants to overlook and try to win myself.”

She didn’t say anything immediately. She just reached up and gently brushed her thumb over his cheekbone. “That would be a bad idea, Chilli. I am not saying this with regard to Charles but a lot could go wrong if you mess with him, You could get out of the race or fall behind because He doesnt really like you right now. I don't want this to affect your race."

Carlos sighed and she propped up on her elbow to stabilise herself while his hands still coddled her, "You okay?” She ran her hands over his torso to ease his anxiety.

Carlos gave a small smile. “Honestly? I don’t know yet.” He sighed. “I'm kind of glad to leave now. Couldn't stay much longer losing my potential to cater to their prince.”

She nodded. “What have you thought about the next season?”

He turned slightly to face her better. “I got a few offers.”

That made her eyebrows lift. “Already?”

He nodded. “ Williams offered first and I almost took it over Kick Sauber. But I got a call from Flavio, last Monday. I am really confused now. Caco is running around the offers.”

Y/N blinked. “What are you leaning toward?” she asked.

He hesitated. “I don’t know. Sauber’s tempting, good money, Audi coming in. Alpine is desperate for leadership, is what I've perceved from my call with Flavio. Papa thinks it's a risky business with him. Williams… they’re still building. But they’ve got James Vowles now. And Alex is doing solid work.”

She propped herself up slightly, resting her chin on her hand as she looked down at him. “Williams has potential. They’d invest good in you.”

Carlos looked at her, eyes scanning hers thoughtfully. “That’s what I was thinking. James wants a long-term lead driver. It wouldn’t be a top car next year… but maybe by 2026, it’s a different story.”

She nodded. “That’s the thing. Short-term might sting a little, but you’d be building toward something. And I agree with your father, I don't have a good feeling for Alpine.”

Carlos ran a hand through his hair. “Anyways, Did your boss initiate the promotion after the meeting?” he asked lightly, but something in his voice made it clear he meant it.

She smiled. “I was going to tell you after the race tomorrow. We had a meeting regarding this and they have a few spots where I can fill in. They want to open an office here in Monaco and want me to look after it.”

"When are you moving?"He asked absently while thinking.

It was getting colder so Y/n pulled up the blanket over them, " End of the quarter. They're yet to finish the interior of the office."

"Umm.. Do you have your own place here?"

"I lived with mama and dad till high school, then I moved out for university, I only come back for vacations so It didn't feel necessary to get my own place." She shook her head.

"Cariño, I don't want to sound too forward and it's okay if you say no because it's too soon, but will you consider moving in here? with me?" She moved closer over him, thinking for a while.

"Are you sure? I mean I don't want you to feel obligated."

"Baby, I want you here with me." He caressed her head.

"I'll have to have a talk with my parents first. I don't want the to think it otherwise." He excitedly rolled over and onto her, kissing her face.

He looked at her for a beat, then pulled her into his arms again, exhaling slowly like her answer had settled something in him. “Gracias, cariño.”

“For what?”

“For being here with me. For everything.”

He pressed a kiss to her collarbone. “Thank you Carlos, You've made a lot of things easier for me. I wouldn't even consider moving back if it wasn't for you, mama and dad.”

She knew she had a lot of people here supporting her but she didn't want her past to pull her back again and again. and she was delighted by Carlos' offer as it provided her with the mental space she wouldn't have much at her parents' place and the security she would be skeptical about living alone.

He shifted himself slightly so that he was leaning over her face now, his hand gently stroking her jaw.

“You’ve made the last few months bearable, you know?” he murmured. “When everything else was noise, you felt like peace.”

She smiled, brushing her fingers through the ends of his hair. “You give me peace too. And chaos, sometimes. But mostly peace.”

He laughed softly. “Tomorrow’s your first Monaco GP cheering for me.”

“I’ve always cheered for you and Ferrari,” she said quietly. “But yeah. Tomorrow, I’m solely with #55.”

His eyes glinted. “You were always fast to pick the winning team.”

“I pick you, not teams,” she said seriously. “And if Williams ends up being that, I’ll still be there.”

Carlos grinned and leaned in to kiss her, slow and soft. When he pulled back, he pressed his forehead to hers.

"Let's get some sleep, Shall we?" She ruffled his hair as he plopped next to her and pulled her closer.

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kymillman Y/N L/N in the paddock today for the Monaco Grand Prix with @/scuderiaferrari.

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sainzysgirl Monegasque queen energy.

username1 Anyways where’s Carlos tho 👀

y/n.nation She's BACKKKK !!!!!!

teamalexandra Girl got no self respect 🫡 and what's with that outfit 🤮

gridicons Girl!!! We missed you sm 🥺

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username2 Not a fan but she’s not hurting anyone. Let the girl live.

charlesbabygirl13 she’s literally his EX can we stop giving her main character energy

cs55fanclub Power couple content when?

username3 girl if I broke up with my ex and started dating his teammate I’d just stay home ngl

GRAND PRIX CIRCUIT, MONACO - MAY 2024

The paddock buzzed with a kind of chaos only Monaco knew how to host. The Ferrari suite was polished, exclusive, and tense for the race.

Y/N walked in alongside her mother, both elegantly dressed—Y/N in a tailored waistcoat and trousers with a handbag perched up her arm.

As she entered, Pascale turned with a soft smile. “Ma chérie, you look beautiful.”

“Merci, Pascale. You too.” Y/N kissed both her cheeks warmly, then greeted Lorenzo, Charlotte, and Arthur, offering a gentle hug to Jade who was at his side.

“Hi, babe,” Y/N greeted Jade. “You look amazing.”

“You too,” Jade smiled, then lowered her voice. “Hey, has Charlotte been weird with you too, or just me?”

Y/N glanced up just in time to see Charlotte whisper something into Alexandra’s ear before both of them giggled and turned away.

“Hmm,” Y/N murmured. “You're not imagining it.”

After a short round of greetings, she excused herself and made her way toward Caco, Carlos’s cousin and manager, who was fiddling with one of the headsets on the side table.

“Buenos días, hermana!” he grinned, greeting her with a kiss on the cheek.

“Buenos días, Caco. How's everything looking?” Y/N smirked.

He laughed. “P3 is ours but if the strategy plays right we might be looking at p2, Sólo si se centran también en el chilli.”

He reached over to the staff holding another headset. He handed her one with a knowing smile. “This is for you. Connected to Carlos’ radio.”

Y/N blinked, touched. “Thanks Caco.”

Across the room, Charlotte leaned into Alexandra’s ear. “She has a headset? Seriously? Technically you should have one...”

Alexandra narrowed her eyes. “She’s not media. Not family either.”

Charlotte hesitated. “Technically, she’s been around longer than I have.”

“But she’s not dating Charles anymore.” Alexandra crossed her arms. “That headset’s inappropriate.”

“Wanna say that to Caco?” Jade said from behind them, a cold edge in her tone. “Or do you just prefer whispering and making people uncomfortable from a distance?”

Charlotte turned, caught off guard. “Relax,” Alexandra muttered. “We were just surprised.”

“Well, don’t be,” Y/N said, approaching with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “Caco cleared it. But if there’s a line I’ve crossed, please, submit it in writing.”

“Y/N,” Charlotte said tightly, “don’t make this into something it’s not.”

“Oh? You’ve been ghosting me since christmas. And backing up someone who's get my seconds.”

Charlotte’s face flushed.

Jade, behind her, whispered to Arthur, “God, I love when she gets spicy.”

Caco laughed under his breath.

Before things could escalate further, Carlos’s engineer’s voice crackled through Y/N’s headset. “Radio check.”

Carlos followed, voice crisp. “Radio check, loud and clear. Let’s have some fun today.”

Alexandra rolled her eyes and stormed off with Charlotte following close behind. But not before Charlotte gave Y/N one last unreadable glance.

Y/N watched them leave, shook her head and focused on the race.

Charles had gotten the start of his life. The entire pit wall erupted when he held the lead into Sainte Dévote. Y/N smiled, a strange mix of pride and bittersweet ache threading through her chest. He deserved this. This was his home. And as a monasgasque she would feel proud of one winning the home race.

But her heart belonged elsewhere now, in the red blur chasing from P4. Carlos had been calm on the radio all day, never too aggressive, never too safe. By Lap 23, he overtook Norris with a clever undercut that had the crowd on their feet.

“Oscar’s holding strong,” Arthur muttered beside her.

Y/N nodded, eyes glued to the screen. “He’ll finish second if nothing goes wrong.”

“And Carlos?” Jade asked.

Y/N allowed herself the smallest smile. “Podium. He’s driving smart. He knows what he’s doing.”

The final few laps were pure tension. Charles still led, and Monaco’s tight walls refused to betray him this time. Y/N watched as he pulled ahead through the tunnel — smooth, surgical — like this win had always belonged to him.

As the chequered flag waved, the world around her erupted. “Charles Leclerc wins the Monaco Grand Prix!”

She exhaled like she’d been holding her breath for five years.

Beside her, Arthur pumped his fist. Lorenzo and Pascale were in tears. But Y/N… Y/N had already started moving. She pushed past the cluster of engineers, her credentials flashing as she weaved through the paddock and made her way toward Parc Fermé.

She reached just in time to see Carlos pulling himself out of the car, helmet in hand, curls damp with sweat. His eyes swept the crowd, and then landed on her.

“Y/N!” he called through the noise, a breathless grin breaking across his face. He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek before he was rushed to the cooldown room.

After a while the podium was arranged and Carlos came in followed by Oscar and Charles.

She was filming, her phone shaking slightly in her hands as she captured him receiving the trophy.

Once the podium ceremony was over, and the champagne had been sprayed, and the chaos had melted slightly into soft celebration, Y/N finally made her way to him.

“You were amazing,” she breathed, stepping into his arms.

Carlos didn’t hesitate. He dropped his cap somewhere between their feet and pulled her in tightly, kissing her without a word, his hands cradling her jaw like she was the only real thing left after the blur of the race.

Her laughter burst between kisses. “You’re sticky and you smell like champagne and engine oil.”

“Sexy, no?” he teased, his lips grazing her cheek.

“The sexiest,” she whispered.

She didn’t even realise they were being recorded until later, one of the paddock media cams zoomed in at just the right (or wrong) moment. The camera caught the curve of her smile, the tilt of Carlos’ head as he kissed her again, slower, deeper.

And it caught Charles in the background.

He was still in his race suit, still holding his helmet. There had been joy in his eyes a second ago. Pure, childlike joy that only winning Monaco could bring.

But the moment he saw her wrapped up in Carlos like nothing else in the world existed… it cracked something.

His smile faltered. Not dramatically. Just enough for the world to notice.

Carlos didn’t see. He was too focused on her. Whispering things against her hair, thanking her for being there, for believing in him when everything else in his world felt like it was shifting.

Y/N had noticed, though. She had seen Charles, standing not ten feet away, eyes dark with something he didn’t voice. And for the first time, she didn’t feel guilty.

Because this man in her arms, this podium they’d just shared in their own quiet way was hers. And she was his.

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CARLOS' APARTMENT, MONACO - MAY 2024

Carlos was standing shirtless in front of the bathroom mirror, still slightly damp from his shower, trying to make his hair behave. A brown t-shirt hung off the hook while he ran gel through his curls with serious concentration.

From the bedroom, Y/N peeked in, already wrapped in a plush towel with one eyebrow raised. “Are you… styling your hair for a club where everyone’s gonna be too drunk to even see straight?”

Carlos dropped the gel and grabbed her waist, spinning her around so fast she squealed.

“Put me down!” she giggled, legs kicking slightly. “I have eyeliner to fix and you’re messing with my process!”

“You’re perfect already,” he said, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. “But I’m still winning the ‘Best Dressed’ award tonight.”

She snorted as he finally let her go. “with those pants? never” She pointed to the cream coloured lightly stripped pants.

"My style is iconic, Girls swoon over me for that.” He said dramatically.

“You once wore socks with tiny jamóns on them to a formal dinner.”

Carlos didn’t even blink. “Exactly. Iconic.”

Back in the bedroom, Y/N stood in front of the floor-length mirror, now in her shimmery dress, attempting to clasp the tiny gold necklace around her neck.

Carlos walked by, pausing mid-stride. “Wait, wait, no. Turn around.”

She obeyed. He gently took the necklace from her fingers, leaning down behind her as he fixed the clasp with care.

“You smell like vanilla, Is that a new perfume?” he mumbled.

She smirked, glancing at his reflection. “Yeah, Kika got it a while back. I almost forgot about it. Is it good?”

Carlos kissed her neck once before pulling away. “So good that we might not make it to the party.”

She chucked at his antiques and shuffled her hands inside her makeup bag, “Red or pink?” she asked picking up two lipsticks.

Carlos frowned like it was a life decision. “Pink. It goes with the green of your dress.”

Y/N applied the soft shade in the mirror. Carlos, already dressed and in his shoes, leaned against the door frame.

“You’re gonna make everyone be jealous of me,” he said sincerely, striding towards her slowly.

She looked up at him, knowing his intentions stopped him with her palm. “Stop. I just wore the lipstick!”

They kissed anyway, slow, laughing between kisses, makeup be damned.

Just then, her phone buzzed. A message from Lando: Tell loverboy to hurry up, the suite is getting packed.

Carlos peeked over her shoulder. “Tell him I’m doing important pre-party rituals.”

Y/N smirked. “Like getting kissed breathless?”

He kissed her one more time and offered his arm. “Shall we?”

“Lead the way."

JIMMY Z, MONACO - MAY 2024

The rooftop party buzzed with upbeat music and pulsing beats. Monaco shimmered below like spilled diamonds under the night sky. Inside the VIP suite, the who's who of motorsport danced, mingled, and celebrated.

Y/N had just walked back in from the balcony when she noticed Charlotte and Alexandra breaking off to the side with Martha, Charles’ friend’s wife.

"Hey, Y/n." She hugged the newcomer, "It's so good to see you. How's everything going?"

"Amazing. Works going great, Life's good too. How's our little Chiara doing? "

Martha was cradling a cocktail in one hand and showing off a baby photo on her phone.

“Chiara’s so big now!” Y/N beamed as she approached, placing a gentle hand on Martha’s shoulder. “Last time I saw her, she could barely hold her head up.”

Martha laughed. “She's a little devil.”

Y/N chuckled. “Tell her aunty Y/N sends kisses.” She squeezed Martha’s hand lightly before offering the other two a tight-lipped smile. “You ladies enjoy.”

She turned and left them there, not bothering to wait for Charlotte’s obligatory half-smile or Alexandra’s passive stare.

Across the suite, Jade was at the bar scanning the room until her eyes lit up. “Finally! I’ve been abandoned for five minutes and it’s already too long.”

“I was doing my social duty,” Y/N smirked, grabbing her by the arm. “Come on, let's dance.”

The girls made their way to the dance floor where Lando Norris had fully claimed the DJ booth, laughing into the mic with his longtime friend Marvin. Bright lights bounced off the marble walls as Kika joined them, dragging Y/N and Jade into a chaotic, joyful spiral of dancing.

They danced like no one was watching, arms in the air, shoes in their hands, drinks forgotten on a nearby ledge. Kika took her phone and filmed her friends having the time of their life.

Eventually, sweat-kissed and laughing, the girls retreated to the lounge tables where their boyfriends and friends had claimed a low booth. Kika and Jade had to return to where their boyfriends were, same booth as Charles.

Caco, Teto, Carlos, and Lando were seated, half-focused on the food and half-watching Y/n approach.

“Jesus,” Lando muttered, watching the trio walk toward them like the final act of a runway show. “You didn’t have to eat us alive like that.”

Y/N dropped into the seat next to Carlos, her hair tousled and her cheeks flushed from dancing. “You’re just jealous you can’t handle this level of energy.”

“I DJ’d for an hour,” Lando protested. “I handled enough.”

Carlos wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer. “tired?”

“Mm. a little tipsy too. went all in with the tequila.”

He grinned, reaching over to grab a few fries from the basket in the center of the table. “Here. Eat.”

She opened her mouth obediently as he fed her a fry. “Mmm. This is the love I deserve.”

Carlos chuckled and pressed a kiss to her temple. “You'll get everything you deserve. I'll spoil you rotten.”

Teto smirked. “You two are either really cute or really annoying, I can’t decide.”

“You know what I miss?” Lando piped up, “Your best friend.”

Y/N smirked mid-bite. “Why? She's my bestie!”

“She ghosted me,” he huffed. “That’s violence.”

“She has taste,” Y/N deadpanned.

The table cracked up. Carlos laughed so hard he had to lean into her, burying his face into her shoulder. She wrapped her arm around him lazily, nuzzling the top of his head.

“I missed this,” he whispered.

She looked down, meeting his eyes. “Lando getting burned?”

“No,” he murmured. “Us.”

For a moment, it was just them, city noise fading under the soft music playing now. Champagne bottles popped somewhere behind them. Monaco’s magic was alive, and so were they.

And just as Y/N leaned in to kiss him again, Lando groaned loudly, “Alright, PDA time’s over. Let’s all remember I’m single and traumatized.”

Y/N threw a napkin at him without looking. “Get back to your mixer, DJ boy.”

Carlos laughed again, cheeks aching from how much he’d been smiling all night. “You’re dangerous, mi amor.”

She closed her eyes and sighed. “Mhmm, Be scared.”

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CAFE DE PARIS, MONACO - MAY 2024

The sun was soft over the cobbled streets of old Monaco, casting long shadows and warm light through the café’s wide glass windows.

Y/N slid into the outdoor corner table first, sunglasses perched on her nose and a latte already half done.

Arthur arrived first, yawning behind his hand. “You look too alive for someone who danced like a lunatic last night.”

Y/N smirked, pushing a coffee toward him. “I’m built different. And what do you think the sunglasses are for?” She ordered for all three of them, knowing Arthur and Jade's choice.

“I’m barely built at all,” he muttered, sipping gratefully.

Jade bounced in, oversized tote bag over her shoulder and curls still damp from the shower. “What's the tea?”

“God, not drama,” Arthur groaned.

“No drama,” Y/N said, then corrected herself, “Okay, a little life shift.”

Jade’s brows lifted. “You’re pregnant?”

Arthur choked.

Y/N burst out laughing. “Oh my god, no! Why is that the first guess?”

“I don’t know!” Jade shrugged. “You and Carlos were quite... into each other, last night. Not exactly very subtle”

“I’m moving back,” Y/N said, smiling now. “To Monaco. next month.”

Arthur blinked. “Wait—what?”

Jade’s eyes went wide. “You’re moving back? As in, permanently?!”

Y/N nodded. “My boss offered me to supervise the new office here, as a promotion. And honestly…” She hesitated for just a second, “I miss this. The people. You guys.”

Arthur blinked a few times. “So, like… you’re really coming back?”

“I already told my parents,” she smiled. “And that I'll not be staying with them anymore.” she hinted, waiting for one of them to catch.

Jade practically bounced in her seat. “You’re moving in with Carlos?”

Y/N’s smile turned a little bashful. “Yeah. I’ll still be working remotely,” Y/N added, “but I won’t be attending many GPs. My calendar’s full with clients and a few long-term contracts. Might try to make it to Barcelona though, just to surprise him.”

Arthur shook his head. “Wow. You guys are not even together for half a year and you have your life planned. Oh mon Dieu, je suis tellement heureuse pour toi, ma sœur.” [Oh my god, I'm so happy for you, sister.]

Y/N reached across the table and squeezed his hand. “You’re stuck with me.”

He tried to play it cool but his grin was too big. “Good. About time.”

Jade leaned forward. “Does Pascale know?”

“I think my mom told her,” Y/N said.

Jade’s eyes widened with realization. “Wait. Wait. If you go to Barcelona, are you meeting his parents?”

Y/N’s spoon clinked against her cup. “I mean… I already met them before."

Jade grinned, eyes lighting up. “So this’ll be the first time you meet them as his girlfriend?”

Y/N nodded slowly, swirling her coffee. “Yeah.”

Arthur tilted his head. “Are you nervous?”

She paused. “A little. I mean, they've known me as their son's teammates girlfriend and now I'm their son's. It feels weird.”

Jade tapped her chin thoughtfully. “Do they know he’s serious about you?”

Y/N gave her a soft smile. “Apparently his mom keeps asking when I’ll come visit properly. And his sisters are active on my Instagram so...”

Arthur blinked. “Oh. That’s, serious serious.”

“It is,” Y/N agreed. “But it doesn’t feel overwhelming. With Carlos, everything just… makes sense.”

Arthur leaned back with a smug little smirk. “So when are you dropping the wedding bombshell?”

Y/N threw a napkin at him. “Arthur! We're just moving in together. We're in an early phase of our relationship.”

Jade, dramatically: “For now.”

Y/N buried her face in her hands. “Why do I even tell you two things?”

Arthur winked. “Because you love us.”

“Unfortunately,” she groaned.

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CARLOS' APARTMENT, MONACO - JUNE 2024

The doors to Carlos’s apartment were wide open, letting in the warm breeze and the distant hum of the harbor below.

Y/N stood barefoot in the hallway, a bag slung over one shoulder, hair up in a loose clip, holding a cardboard box filled with her old work stuff.

Carlos leaned against the doorway, arms folded, watching her with a smile that was more proud than amused. “You know,” he said, voice warm, “for someone who’s technically lived here half the time, you still move in like it’s your first day here.”

She gave him a pointed look. “Excuse me. I had to donate half my stuff for them to fit in your tiny house.”

No, Carlos' apartment or rather his penthouse, with 3 bedrooms, a home gym, his office room and a huge, spacious balcony in the master bedroom was anything but tiny.

“Why do you live like you're living on rent.” She nudged him with her elbow as she passed, her bag thumping onto the couch.

"Well, now you can the house decorate however you want. I don't mind." He took her luggage and kissed her on the cheek.

While she was working on the living room, adding her books to the empty shelf, and made a list of things they needed to get.

"Need new cutlery, pantry boxes, nice candles, throw pillows, Plants, Vase, frames and paintings, side table. Carlos, do you know how empty your couch looks?"

Carlos peeked his head out from the hallway, toothbrush in his mouth, smirking.

"I thought minimalism was in."

"You’re not minimalist. You’re underfurnished."

He shrugged, brushing past her to grab one of the open boxes. “I never needed much. Just a bed, espresso, and a helmet stand.”

“And now you need a mirror in the entryway, real hand towels, and—wait, do you even own a salt shaker?”

“I have Maldon flakes. That counts.”

Y/N gaped. “You cook carbonara without a salt shaker? How have I never noticed these things!?”

While she began unboxing kitchen stuff she had shipped from London, her pretty ceramic mugs, her spice rack, that little pink blender Carlos once mocked but now secretly used, Carlos disappeared into the bedroom.

By the time she got around to setting up her work things in Carlos’ home office, the room still smelled vaguely of clean wood and aftershave. Her laptop, pen holders, folders, planners, made their way onto one side of the huge desk. She lined up her books in the shelf and filled the second drawer with notepads and stationary.

She was halfway through untangling a set of cables when she called out, “Carlos, where do you want me to put the printer?”

There was no response, so She padded into the bedroom, and froze “Carlos?”

The room was already familiar, it had been, even before she officially moved in. Her favorite robe hung behind the door, one of her perfume bottles was always next to his cologne on the dresser, and her reading glasses lived in the drawer on his side of the bed. But today felt different. Today it was theirs.

He pulled open the double closet and gestured like a proud mom. “Ta-da. Half the closet. Yours. I moved my coats to the guest room closet. You now own 50% of the real estate. And I've also put your winter wear with them.”

She peeked inside and gasped. “Carlos... you color-coded my side.”

“Of course I did.” He picked up one of her jackets. “Do not ruin it. I know you.”

Y/N raised her hands. “I'll try.”

He shot her a flat look.

“I said try,” she amended.

He grabbed the box from behind and set it on the bench by the foot of the bed. “Bathroom’s already got three shelves cleared. Vanity drawers too. And I bought you new containers for your twenty-thousand lipsticks.”

“Okay, I have like forty or something. Not that many."

“Sure, sure,” he muttered as he watched her dig through the drawers.

They worked side by side for over an hour, her unpacking makeup, placing skincare bottles in tiny trays, the printer abandoned in the office. Carlos folded some of her clothes that came in wrinkled and tucked them into drawers like it was muscle memory.

“You’re so neat it’s almost illegal,” she commented, running her hand through the pile of black tops.

“I'm about to live with a tornado, I need to ground myself... and my house.”

“You love me,” she teased, poking his side with a heel.

“I do,” he said instantly. Then softer, “I really do.” He pulled her in his lap and kissed her passionately.

CARLOS AND Y/N'S APARTMENT, MONACO - JUNE 2024

The apartment smelled like garlic, basil, and roasted cherry tomatoes. Carlos was at the stove, humming along to an old Spanish song playing softly from the speaker.

From the kitchen island, Y/N’s bestie peeked over her wine glass. “I love how you did all the interior, guys.”

Y/N, already barefoot and wearing a silk hair scarf, laughed. “Carlos was on the verge of crying seeing how many parcels we've received in the last three days.”

Carlos turned his head with a deadpan expression. “Our security is annoyed at this point, I never had so much stuff coming up in the last years then in these days..”

Lando, who had just arrived and was dramatically sniffing the air, plopped himself onto a bar stool. “You should've seen this house before y/n came. He was living under bare minimum.”

Carlos pinched Lando's shoulder hard which made him charge back on him.

“Alright,” she said, sliding a bowl of spagetti into the center of the table. “Dinner is ready. Please act like civilised people.”

“I don’t know how to do that,” Lando mumbled, pulling out a chair.

The four of them gathered around the dining table, Y/N and Carlos on one side, Lando and her best friend across from them.

“So,” Carlos began, eyeing Y/N’s bestie as he served up the pasta, “when are you moving to Monaco? We could use another voice of reason here.”

“I think one sane woman in this apartment is enough,” Lando offered, spearing a tomato. " They'd outright us psychos."

Y/N’s bestie pointed a fork at him. “Bold of you to assume I’m the sane one.”

Carlos wiped his hands on a towel and dropped a kiss to Y/N’s temple. “I like your dramatic version. She yells about cushions and cries at animal documentaries.”

“Okay,” she said, blushing, “I did not cry, I got emotional.”

Y/N’s bestie leaned her head against the chair at one point and smiled at them. “I love seeing you like this.”

“Like what?” Y/N asked.

She gestured between her and Carlos. “Happy. Comfortable enough to bicker like an old couple without actually hating each other.”

Carlos reached under the table and gave Y/N’s hand a squeeze. She smiled softly at him before looking back at her friend.

“Feels like home,” she said quietly.

Lando blinked. “Okay wow. Didn’t know we were getting emotional before dessert.”

Y/N’s bestie leaned across the table. “Speaking of dessert, what is it?”

Carlos stood up. “Tarta de Santiago. Homemade.”

Lando looked alarmed. “You baked?!”

Carlos shot him a look. “I’m a man of many talents.”

"What were you doing, Y/n? I've never once sen you cook?" Lando teased

“I can cook enough to survive. Would it taste awesome like his? No. Edible? Maybe.” Y/N said sweetly. "So, I work, he cooks.”

They all dug in, the sweet almond cake crumbling perfectly on their forks. The laughter rolled late into the night, warm and loud, in their own happy shell.

AIRPORT, BARCALONA - MAY 2024

The Barcelona sun was already spilling golden light through the arrivals area of El Prat Airport by the time Y/N wheeled her suitcase out to the curb.

She had her hair tied back, sunglasses on, and her phone buzzing with texts she ignored as she scanned for one particular face.

A familiar black SUV rolled up, the window already halfway down.

“Hola, Y/n. How was the flight?” Caco grinned, leaning over to pop the trunk.

Y/N laughed, pulling her sunglasses down slightly. "Flight was nice. Though it was delayed by an hour."

She shoved her suitcase into the trunk and climbed in. Caco handed her a chilled bottle of water. “Gracias,” she said, buckling in.

He glanced at her sideways as he pulled out of the airport loop. “You're a little nervous?”

“Excited, actually,” she said honestly. “A little nervous, yeah. But mostly just… happy to be here.”

“He has no idea, by the way. I think he thinks you’re in meetings till Friday.”

“I told him I was in Munich for a consulting workshop,” she smirked. “He bought it.”

“Poor guy. He’s going to short-circuit when he sees you.”

Y/N smiled to herself, looking out the window as they merged onto the highway. “How’s everyone? Ana texted me last night but didn’t say much. She’s still with them, right?”

“Yeah, everyone’s at Guillermo and Blanca's place, two floors down from Carlos’. Blanca’s still recovering but doing well. Baby is doing good too. He loves being around people.”

Y/N beamed. “I can’t wait to see him. Carlos sent me a few pictures.”

And with that, they headed into the heart of Barcelona—toward the Sainz family and the surprise that would change Carlos’ whole weekend.

GUILLERMO AND BLANCA'S APARTMENT, BARCELONA - JUNE 2024

The elevator doors dinged open, and Y/N stepped out with Caco, holding a bouquet of fresh white peonies and a tote bag looped over her shoulder. Her palms were a little clammy, heart thudding just slightly faster than usual.

“You okay?” Caco asked under his breath, giving her a reassuring nudge with his elbow as they stood in the hallway.

“I feel like I’m meeting his parents for the first time again,” she whispered.

Caco gave her a look. “You’ve already met them.”

“Not like this.”

He grinned. “They’re gonna lose it. Come on.” Before she could change her mind, Caco knocked twice and then opened the door like it was his own home.

The apartment was filled with the low hum of conversation, the smell of simmering sofrito, and the distant coos of a newborn. Carlos' father was the first one in view, standing near the kitchen island, holding a wine glass.

“Caco,” Carlos Sr. greeted warmly. Then, noticing the person behind him, he blinked. “Oh?”

Y/N stepped forward with a nervous but warm smile. His eyes widened for a second before his entire expression softened. “Mira quién está aquí…” [Look who's here] He set his glass down instantly, arms open. “Y/N!”

Y/N hugged him gently, careful not to crush the bouquet. “It’s so good to see you again. Congratulations, by the way. Grandfather now, huh?”

He chuckled proudly. “Yes. Old age finally hitting in.”

From down the hallway, Ana’s voice called out, “Is that... oh my god, she’s here?!”

A blur of movement later, Ana appeared barefoot, in leggings and an oversized hoodie, hair tied in a messy bun. She squealed and ran to Y/N, nearly tackling her in a hug.

“You look amazing!” Ana gushed, holding her by the shoulders. “You didn’t tell me you were landing early!”

“I wanted to stop by and say hi before everything gets crazy,” Y/N said, glancing around nervously. “Is… is Blanca up?”

Ana stepped aside. “She’s just in the nursery with mamá. Come.”

They walked slowly into the softly lit nursery. The air smelled like baby powder and fresh laundry. Blanca sat in a rocking chair, cradling a tiny bundle in a seafoam green onesie. Reyes, sitting next to her daughter, looked up as the door opened.

“Mamá,” Ana whispered. “Look who came.”

Reyes’s eyes met Y/N’s, and her reaction was immediate and instinctive, a wide smile and arms opening without hesitation.

“Y/n, what a surprise,” she said warmly, standing to hug her. “I'm so delighted to see you.”

Y/N hugged her tight, her eyes stinging. “Congratulations, señora. He’s beautiful.”

“Please,” Reyes smiled, pulling back and brushing Y/N’s cheek affectionately, “Call me Reyes. You’re family now.”

The words hit like honey, warm and slow and soft.

Blanca finally spoke, her eyes bright but tired. “Took you long enough. I’ve been dropping hints for days.”

Y/N laughed, walking closer. “I come bearing gifts.” She held out the flowers. “And hugs. If you’re up for them.”

“I’m always up for you,” Blanca said, reaching out with one arm while cradling her son in the other. “Come meet your favorite nephew.”

Y/N knelt beside the chair and looked at the tiny face. He yawned in that slow, wrinkled way newborns do, and she felt something shift in her chest.

“He’s perfect,” she said quietly. " Have you thought of any names yet?"

Blanca looked at her sideways. “A few. We have a little celebration in Madrid next Sunday. We'll officially name him then.” She shifted a little to face Y/N. "You should come with Carlos."

She was thinking about what to say when, “Carlos doesn’t know you’re here, right?” Reyes asked, already suspicious.

Y/N smirked. “Nope. That’s the whole point.”

“You are going to ruin him,” Ana muttered happily. “In the best way.”

Then came the sound of keys jingling and the main door swinging open.

“¿Qué pasa, estoy tarde?” [What's up, am I late?] came Carlos’s voice, casual and oblivious.

Panic rushed in for a split second, Y/N’s heart thumped against her ribs as if to scream, “Too late to run.”

Carlos walked into the hallway first, brushing his hand through his hair, in his Ferrari polo and joggers. He stopped short when he reached the nursery door and saw her.

His voice caught.

“Y/N…?”

She stood slowly from the side of the rocking chair, hands slightly nervous at her sides. “Hey.”

He blinked, eyes wide, confused. “You—you said you were in Munich.”

“I lied.”

“You lied?!” He strode forward in two long steps and gathered her into his arms so tightly, she squeaked.

“You’re really here,” he murmured, face buried in her shoulder.

“I’m really here.”

He pulled back just enough to look at her, hands still framing her waist. “What about your meetings?”

“Moved. I cleared Thursday and Friday. And I’ll be at the race.”

Carlos stared at her for another second, then pressed his forehead to hers. “I’ve been dreaming of this exact thing for two weeks.”

Ana cleared her throat loudly. “We are still here, you know.”

Carlos turned and flipped her off with one hand while still holding Y/N.

Blanca grinned from the chair. “So… are we allowed to say you’re his girlfriend officially now?”

Y/N raised a brow, teasing. “Is that okay, Carlos?”

Carlos deadpanned. “It’s a crime that we haven’t made it public yet.”

His mother laughed, wrapping an arm around Reyes. “Don’t worry. You can tell the world after this race. ”

Carlos groaned into Y/N’s neck. “You see what you started?” Y/N laughed into his shoulder.

The apartment had finally quieted down.

Dinner had been full of laughs, gossip and a slightly overcooked tortilla that y/n had to eat, courtesy of Carlos.

It was nearing midnight now. Reyes and Carlos Sr. had gone back to their apartment. Ana had passed out on the couch mid-movie, and Blanca had just finished feeding the baby before yawning into the horizon.

“I need a nap before his next meltdown,” she groaned, rubbing her eyes. “Can you two hold down the fort?”

Carlos looked up from his spot on the nursery floor where he was trying to assemble a baby bouncer. “You want us to babysit?”

Blanca grinned from the doorway. “I trust Y/N more than I trust you, hermanito.”

Y/N smiled as she reached for the little bundle Blanca handed over. “We’ve got him.”

Blanca turned slowly. “One bottle in the warmer, diapers in the basket, burp cloth on your shoulder. Ah, you’re already a pro.”

“I’ve worked with Carlos. I’m used to emotional men who cry when they’re hungry.”

Carlos: “Uncalled for.”

Blanca: “Accurate though.”

And with that, Blanca disappeared toward the guest room, already half-asleep.

The nursery was softly lit by a floor lamp in the corner. Hugo lay curled against Y/N’s chest, impossibly small, his breathing shallow and warm against her collarbone. She stood swaying a little, rubbing his back gently, and humming something softly — not a lullaby, just whatever tune her heart picked in the moment.

Carlos stood back and watched her for a second, arms crossed, an unreadable look on his face.

She glanced up. “What?”

“Nothing,” he murmured, walking over to her. “Just… you.”

“What about me?”

He touched the edge of the baby’s blanket and looked at her like she was holding the universe.

“You’re going to be so good at this someday.”

She stilled a little, a softness rising behind her eyes. “You think?”

Carlos nodded, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek. “I know.”

She smiled faintly. “He’s so light. And warm. And smells like that baby shampoo. He's giving me a baby fever, Carlos. It's too soon for that”

Carlos chuckled. “Yes. Please. Control yourself, woman!”

“Wow. Very supportive.”

She sat on the armchair slowly, careful not to shift the tiny bean too much, and Carlos knelt in front of them. Y/N adjusted her arms to cradle the baby more securely, and after a moment, she glanced at Carlos.

“Do you want to hold him?”

Carlos blinked. “I haven’t since the hospital. He looked too… fragile.”

She grinned. “Come on here,” she said gently, “sit.”

He sat on the floor with his back against the chair, and she slowly leaned forward to place Hugo in his arms. He automatically adjusted, careful but confident. Hugo stirred a little but didn’t wake.

Carlos stared down at him in wonder. “He looks like Blanca.”

“He does. With a little of Guillermo’s ears,” she teased.

Carlos chuckled. “Poor kid.”

She leaned her head on the chair, watching him. They stayed there like that for a while, Carlos on the floor with his nephew in his arms, Y/N watching them like she was memorizing the moment.

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carlossainz55 Not the result I wanted at home — the team gave it everything but couldn’t find the pace we needed today. Grateful for the hug that makes everything feel better. Vamos a por más. 🌶️🇪🇸

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scuderiaferrari 💔 We win and lose together. Proud of your fight, Carlos. #ForzaFerrariSempre ❤️‍🔥

yourusername The hugs are permanent. Win or not. ❤️ ❤️ ❤️

tifosibaby we’ll get them next time papi 🔥

username1 i love how soft you are for her 😭💗

yourmomofficial Always proud of you, Carlos. Efforts matters more then the result ❤️

clwife16 funny how she’s always in the paddock when he’s not on the podium 🤡 Witch brings bad luck to him like she did to Charles. Good thing he got rid of her.

→leclercdailydose The fact that you blame a woman who has no hand in operating the race or the car and is just there to support her boyfriend, for his bad result is utterly misogynistic and total bs. Grow your mentality up, it's 21st century.

forzaferrari_1655 bring back single king era

sainz_blanca Proud of you always, Carlitos. Tu Sobrino dice 'aguuu', que creemos que significa "la próxima vez te los daré". ❤️

carlossainz55fan We love you no matter the result 🥹❤️

exposecloutwags not everything is about your girlfriend 🙄

y/ncarlosforeverrr the strength they give each other>>>>

sainzgirlssmile the most boyfriend ever 😩

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yourusername los bebés más lindos, todos ellos 🥺❤️

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carlossainz55 Eres mi bebe mas linda 😘

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kikagomez you’re glowingggg, chica 😍

spicysainzxyn mother & father energy 🥹

yourbestie She makes me want to have babies with her. A lot of em😭

→carlossainz55 No she make my babies Back off, Perra. 😌❤️

→yourusername don’t tempt me, we’d raise ✨ icons ✨

→carlossainz55 Amour, WTF !?!?!?

→lando.jpg no leave y/n make babies with me. ive got better genes!

→yourbestie @/lando.jpg No, thank you 😐

arthur_leclerc I was your cutest baby first. Let everyone know that 🙄

→yourusername Yes, of course, my big baby.

sainzscorner She's with the family, Its over for all of us.

username1 when’s the wedding?

everydaysainz Carlos is living version of Espresso by Sabrina Carpenter

jade_distinguinn cutest honorary aunt, everrrr

→yourusername ❤️❤️

yourmomofficial So much love in one post. My heart is full ❤️

→yourusername Miss u so much, mama ❤️

blancasainzv Thank you for arranging the much needed girls night. Love you so much 🫶🏽

→yourusername Mama deserves the best!!!

anasainzvdc Tía del Año

→yourusername So are you 🥺❤️

→username2 the baby doesn’t even know her 💀

ynloveletters literal sunshine ☀️

alexsmcore Girl stop forcing yourself in every functional family you see 😒

ferrariwifex her & carlos are cute i GUESS 🙄

username3 miss ma’am don’t you have a job

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carlossainz55 Too full. Can’t believe you made me share the bed with Diego again

→yourusername Mama Blanca deserves rest. What kind of Tio and brother would you be if you can't take care of your nephew

yourbestie ugh I love them. I LOVE them

→yourusername I love you ❤️

anasainzvdc Best trip back home 🫶🏽

→yourusername You made it the best 🫶🏽

username1 Corporate girlboss to home queen real quick

alexandrasmsupport trying too hard 😂

lando.norris Disappointing that you didn't even bother inviting Diago's favourite uncle. Wow.

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charleslecangel girl first makes them love her and then wrecks the home.

sainzslnloveclub okay and when are you two adopting me

blancasainzv La familia ❤️

username2 not a fan of this “wifey” energy rn

charlos_.lover we love a man who opens his home and heart

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username3 such cute puppies !

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CARLOS AND Y/N'S APARTMENT, MONACO - DECEMBER 2024

Y/N curled into Carlos’s oversized grey hoodie, her socked feet tucked beneath her on their deep couch. Lando was sprawled across the floor, propped up on his elbows, surrounded by his half-eaten takeout box and Carlos’s phone, which was open to Google Maps.

“I’m telling you,” Lando insisted, pointing at the screen dramatically, “Maldives is the move. Just beach, drinks, and party.”

Y/N stretched one leg out to nudge Lando’s arm. “Alright, Mr. ‘No Thoughts Just Vibes,’ let’s lock this in before all the good villas are gone. Carlos, you're in?”

Carlos walked over with three mugs, handing them out. “You know I’m in. As long as it has shade, good espresso, and no schedule.”

“Perfect,” Y/N said, taking a sip. “So… the four of us. We can get a beachfront villa. And we can invite Jade and Arthur too? If everyone is alright with it.”

“I love Jade, bring her,” came a voice from the laptop on the coffee table. Her best friend had joined the video call from her flat in London, her hair in a bun and face masked with green clay. “I’ve already added a few killer bikinis on my cart.”

“Don’t bring too killer,” Carlos warned teasingly.

“Oh relax, Dad,” she replied, “I’m bringing the fun kind. And I want one of those floating breakfasts I see all over Instagram.”

“I’m texting Jade.” Y/N muttered, grabbing her phone.

Back in the living room, Y/N looked up from her phone with a satisfied smirk.

“She’s in. They’re both in.”

“Hell yeah,” Lando cheered, throwing a popcorn kernel in the air and missing his mouth entirely. “We’ve got ourselves a squad.”

“Wait,” Carlos said thoughtfully. “We’ll need to book a villa big enough. Like four rooms. Ocean view. One with a private plunge pool.”

“And separate bathrooms,” Y/N added quickly. “Lando leaves towels everywhere.”

“I do not!”

“You do,” Carlos and Y/N said at the same time.

Carlos looked over at her with a grin. “This is going to be chaos, isn't it?”

She leaned into his side, grinning. “Beautiful, salty, sun-drenched chaos.”

Her bestie’s voice floated from the laptop. “I swear if someone makes a couples TikTok, I’m filing for emotional distress.”

“You can third-wheel me and Carlos,” Y/N offered.

“I’d rather fourth-wheel you both and Jade-Arthur. Full chaos mode.”

Carlos raised his brows. “You’re all forgetting this is my winter break.”

“You love it,” Y/N said, nudging him.

“Only because you’re going to be in a bikini for seven days straight,” he murmured, low enough that only she heard it.

She kicked his leg lightly, cheeks warming.

Lando pretended to gag. “Save it for the Maldives.”

Carlos just smirked and sipped his cocoa, and Y/N grabbed her laptop to start scrolling through options. Their winter escape was officially on.

CAFE DE PARIS, MONACO - DECEMBER 2024

The four women sat tucked into a corner table by the windows, pastel espresso cups and half-eaten lemon tarts between them. Pascale was telling a story from Arthur and Charles’ karting days, one that Charlotte had clearly heard before but still laughed at politely.

Jade excused herself to the washroom, leaving her phone facedown on the table, just for a minute.

Alexandra reached for her glass of sparkling water… and her eyes drifted to the glowing screen that lit up just as a text came in from Y/n: villa booked for the next week. Maldives we're coming!!!

Her jaw clenched, and she lowered the screen. Her heart pounded harder than she’d expected. Jade was going to the Maldives. With Y/n, there is 100% chance Arthur was going too and if Y/n planned it that included Carlos too.

Before she could think too long, Jade returned to the table. Alex offered a neutral smile.

“Everything okay?” Jade asked, wiping her hands on a napkin.

“All good,” Alex said sweetly. “Pascale was just telling us about Charles’ first kart crash. Again.”

Jade laughed, relaxing again. But something behind Alex’s eyes had already shifted, and stayed that way the rest of the afternoon.

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Yan! Sick Young master x caretaker reader.

Yandere!Young Master who you were brought in to care for. He was known for being exceedingly difficult; his family never managed to hire someone for more than three months, they all got fed up at some point and left as soon as they received their last pay check.

Yandere!Young Master who has a lot of conditions that leaves him unstable. He is not even able to go outside and he rarely eats. Luckily he has his old-money family who cares about him just enough to hire help instead of letting him slowly rot away in a secluded part of the mansion.

Yandere!Young Master who screamed and threw stuff at you the first few times you met. He said he wanted you to leave him alone, that you could even skip work but receive the paycheck anyway(his family wouldn’t notice if you neglected your duties) if you so wished. All he wanted was to be by his lonesome. He never had anyone in his youth and it would remain that way when he was an adult and until the day he died.

This young master was truly troublesome.

Yandere!Young Master that you decided to care for despite his bad temper and hurtful insults. He called you foul names, compared you to filth and made your job a lot harder than it needed to be. Even physical violence like pulling your hair and throwing(more) objects in your direction was not off the table. There was no one to aid you during the especially difficult days since the already-limited staff the house had avoided both you and the young mater like the plague. Staying clear of him was understandable, he had tormented them as well, and they refused to interact with you in fear of you requesting back-up. When they saw a way out they took it, it was as simple as that.

Still, you felt sad for the young master. He had not had the easiest life and was shunned by everyone around him. It really did seem that money could not truly buy everything one needed; the deprivation of support had created his sour personality. While it seemed nice, you didn’t feel like it was right to leech of money you didn’t earn. You wanted to help the broken young man, maybe he would be able to live a somewhat earnest life.

You weren’t sure if you did it because you had somehow come to care for the ill-mannered man, or if it was to satisfy your own need to feel like a good person. Whatever it was, it drove you to try harder than ever to win the young master’s trust.

Yandere!Young Master who was stumped. He did not understand why you treated him so kindly after all the abuse he put you through(yes, he knew he acted horrible but didn’t find it in himself to care). It didn’t make any sense. Why were you approaching him and asking him personal questions while the rest of the staff avoided his room like a bomb had been planted inside? Whenever you’d ask about his hobbies and tastes he’d simply respond with a snarky, “Why the hell do you care?” But no matter how rude he was to you, you never buzzed off like he’d so desperately wanted in the beginning.

Yandere!Young Master who didn’t want you to leave anymore. Truth be told, you made his days feel a lot more worthy than they should’ve been. You're like a breath of fresh air. No servant he's ever had was in your likeness. It seemed like you genuinely cared for him, which is in big contrast to the others.

Yandere!Young Master who began to treat you more kindly. It was subtle in the beginning; he didn't insult you as much, until it stopped all together; he no longer tried to hurt you during his tantrums; the young master eventually started to compliment you at times wether it be your clothes or how you did your hair that day.

Yandere!Young Master who now regarded you as irreplaceable. You had bursted into his monotone life and brought light with you. He could actually smile for once. With you near he didn't feel like he was constantly rotting and had been encouraged enough to wander outside- something he hadn't even though about doing prior to your encounter. You helped him of course and provided safety and stability. He adored getting to cling to you with every finer of his being. Thanks to you he regained his appetite and was growing stronger every day. The young master wouldn't admit it to anyone but his favourite time of day was now mealtime, it was because you would feed him yourself. He would often stare into your eyes without breaking eye-contact whilst you fed him. There was just something so sensual about it. Just the though had him shiver in delight.

Yandere!Young Master who went absolutely ballistic as he suspected you might have a lover. He had overheard you speak to the only male servant right outside his door when you thought he was asleep. He made you laugh- HIM, the good-for-nothing servant boy who never did his job right! What did you see in him? Well, you saw enough to want a date with him. The young master could not stand for it. His blood boiled, how could you seduce him and become the most important person in his life if you were just going to whore yourself out for mere peasants? Did you think you could simply leave him like nothing had happened? Fuck that made him furious.

Yandere!Young Master who reverted back to his old personality, without you understanding why. Now he was mean and ill-mannered again. Every ounce of respect you had earned through hard work and long months had flown out the window in an instant.

Though it stung to see your hopeless expression when he swore at you, he knew it needed to be done. You had to be taught that you couldn't mess with someone's life and abandon them easily. You belonged to him now and he will keep you even if that's not what you desire.

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young ladies shouldn’t waltz with vampires

a/n: happy halloween!!! here's the fic you guys voted on and shaped a few weeks ago

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summary: “so, here’s the thing,” his ocean eyes then flickered in the same manner Steve’s had, mystically bending your mind to his will, “you’re gonna come with us, be ours to play with for the night. You can go home when the sun comes up, but without remembering the time we shared…”

warnings: vampire!bucky barnes x innocent!reader x vampire!steve rogers, smut, dark content, dubcon/noncon, historical au (1840s), mind control/vampire compulsion, blood, biting, age gap, ball, dancing, polyamory, threesome, first kiss, kissing, loss of virginity, somno, cockwarming, dirty talk, size kink, pain kink, pussyjob, overstimulation, penetrative sex, anal, double penetration, unprotected sex

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“I have to admit, out of every rose here, you’re the most breathtaking.”

Glancing up from the table before you, cluttered with crystal glasses brimming with refreshments, your eyes flickered to the man now standing beside you, his own piercing blue stare firmly directed at you and no one else in the buzzing ballroom.

Your stunned lips parted slightly before the gentleman boldly spoke up again, “how come I’ve never seen you before?”

Feeling your breath hitch, you managed to babble, “oh, it’s probably because this is my first time at a proper ball. I haven’t really previously been allowed to come stay at my family’s London estate and–, I’m sorry…” you swiftly stopped yourself, sensing the heat that had ridden in your cheeks, “I don’t know why I’m telling you all of this…”

“Well, lucky us that you got let out of your cage and the rest of us finally get to gaze upon your beauty,” he flashed you a dazzling smile before his eyes flickered to someone behind you, “if you’ll excuse me, I see someone I recognise, but would you perhaps grant me the pleasure of a dance a little later?”

Averting your gaze, a smile tugged at your lips as you uttered, “you’d have to ask my brother.”

“But I’m asking you,” he dipped down to catch your vision, “would you care to dance with me?”

Blinking back at him, you couldn’t help but let out the truth.

“Y-yes.”

As a smile swiftly tilted his lips, the gentleman then bowed slightly before you as he plucked up your gloved hand and pressed his lips to the back of it before disappearing into the merry crowd.

Feeling slightly dizzy, you finally snatched up the drink you’d originally wandered to this corner of the chamber to fetch.

Though as you granted yourself a small sip, fingers suddenly grasped your arm and yanked you deeper into a corner.

“Sister!” you blinked up into your brother’s eyes as he’d evidently spotted you from across the ballroom and, judging by his tone, not approved of what he’d seen, “what in the world do you think you’re doing?”

Ripping your arm free, you furrowed your brows, “what are you talking about? I was just getting some punch.”

“No,” he hissed at a hushed volume, “why were you talking to him?”

A confused scoff then bubbled out past your lips, “I’ve talked to plenty of men at this party, with and without you at my side, so why is he any different?”

“Because, sister,” he leaned down a bit further, “he’s not a man. He’s one of them,” his eyes scanned your own before he spelled it out, “a vampire.”

Though you’d never previously encountered one yourself, you still weren’t so naive to not be aware of the known influential status such creatures of the night had in the society you lived in. Them being in attendance at a fine ball was nothing compared to the other privileges they had achieved over the centuries.

“Really?” you couldn’t help but glance back over your shoulder, though didn’t spot the bloodsucker again.

“God,” your brother groaned quietly, “I know mother and papa have kept you rather sheltered compared to myself, but trust me, you have to stay away from them. They’re monsters, killing is in their nature,” with a hand on your cheek, he guided your gaze back to his, “promise me you won’t speak to one ever again.”

Blinking back at him, you then uttered sincerely, “I promise.”

“Good,” a visible weight then faded from his shoulders as he let go of you and straightened back up to his full height.

As you stayed on the outskirts of the party, one of your fingers curved to trace the lines of the fine glass still clutched in your grasp.

Soon your eyes flickered up from the liquid remaining in the goblet and landed on the other guests. Elegant crinoline gowns swooshed and swayed to the music emanating from the small string quartet in the corner, acting as a heartbeat for the lords and ladies of London as they danced the night away.

“Well, as I live and breathe,” a voice then found not only your brother’s ears, but yours as well.

Twisting slightly, you watched as a wide grin swiftly stretched your brother’s lips, “Thomas!” he spread his arms out for the redheaded man nearly within his reach.

As they pulled each other into a tight hug, your brother’s friend chimed in his ear, “how you doing, old chap?” before withdrawing from the embrace, though still kept one palm fast on your sibling’s shoulder.

“Not bad, not bad–, oh, Tommy,” your brother then suddenly glanced back at you, “this is my little sister,” gesturing betwixt you both, “sister, this is Thomas, we went to boarding school together.”

Extending a hand, you smiled politely, “it’s nice to meet you.”

“You too,” he shook your palm before casting his gaze back upon your chaperone, “would you mind if I stole your brother for a moment?”

“Uhm,” you glanced to your sibling before uttering, “no, of course not. Go, have fun, catch up.”

And before the pair slipped away, your brother leaned down to whisper in your ear, “be good till I get back,” to which you offered him a nod in return right before they both vanished from your sight and left you alone at the edge of the dance floor.

Though as you slowly began to wander along the perimeter, your gaze once again affixed upon the sea of swaying pairs in the centre of the ballroom, your gentle stride then abruptly halted as a bulky figure shifted to pass you, though as the stranger attempted to, the two of you collided and the remainder of the drink in your hand splashed across his jacket.

You both froze as you slowly peeled your wide eyes up from the stain of your drink, that lightly dripped from his clothing, and instead flickered up to find the stare of the aristocrat you’d accidentally bumped into.

“Oh god…” your heartbeat swiftly hammered in your ears, deafening out the elegant music that filled the chamber, “sir, I am so sorry, I-I wasn’t looking at where I was going and–”

“It’s alright,” he hastily put an end to your blubbering as he eyed the soaked patch, “it’ll dry,” he uttered, running a broad palm down over the wetness. Though as his gaze flickered back up to find yours, a slight smirk tugged at the corners of his lips as he then said, “well, spilling your drink on me, the least you can do is offer me your name so that I know who to warn about to the people who actually are precious about their attire.”

“Lady Y/n Y/l/n,” you averted your gaze as your knees bent in a gentle curtsy, “delighted to make your acquaintance, even under the circumstances–, again, I am so incredibly sorry…”

“You’re a lady but with such lack of grace? Well, now I understand why you aren’t on the floor dancing with someone,” he jested in a teasing tone.

The heat that had already crept up in your cheeks fiercely worsened, “I am a great dancer, I’ll have you know!”

“Oh really?” a smile dazzled his features, “I think I’ll have to see that to believe it,” he spoke as the current song came to an end and he extended a hand out to you, “shall we?”

For a moment, you let your glance flicker about the chamber in search of your brother, though when you couldn’t spot him, you found your own palm thinking for itself and gliding into the man’s standing tall before you.

Once he’d led you out onto the floor, the palm he slid across your waist, and used to guide you a smidge closer to his own frame, caused a shy gasp to slip past your lips long before your feet began to shift below your poofy plum coloured gown.

“Well, I guess you weren’t lying after all,” you soon heard him note after you’d danced for a minute, your movements having been nothing short of perfection since the very first step.

Blinking up at the blonde man holding onto you tight, you finally asked, “what is your name, sir?”

“Lord Steven Rogers,” the title rolled off his tongue as his own gaze kept yours captive, “at your service, my lady.”

“Are you from here? You don’t sound it,” you commented on his accent, “but are you?”

“That’s a good question,” a slight tilt found his head, “London is one of my favourite places and I have spent many of my years here, but it’s not where I’m from, no.”

“So, you’ve travelled a lot?” you asked as he spun you an arm’s length away from himself.

“You could say that…” he smirked as he twirled you back into his hold, “are you?”

“Am I what?” you found yourself slightly dizzy, though not from the dancing.

“From London?”

“Well, my family does have a place here, but I haven’t spent much of my time in the city. At least not yet, I’m hoping I can begin to now that I’m grown, though to be quite frank, I have no idea where to start.”

“I could be your guide,” his offer caught you off guard, “it might have been a few years since I last called this city my home, but I still know it like the back of my hand.”

Mouth shyly agape, you simply blinked back at him a second before uttering, “perhaps if my brother came along as a chaperone.”

“I thought you said you were grown,” the tone he used to deliver his teasing seeped directly into your bones and made you thankful of his firm grip on you as the pair of you continued to sway to the music, “a girl asks for permission and can’t be trusted on her own, but a woman however, takes exactly what she desires and doesn’t let anyone or anything stand in her way…” his smouldering stare then briefly dipped before you heard him murmur, “so, what are you? A little girl or a woman?”

“I–…” you blinked back at him, struggling to navigate the exhilaratingly foreign situation you found yourself in. However, before you could stammer any further, the song came to a close and the surrounding couples parted ways.

Though before you could take even one step back, his hand kept you close a moment longer as he dipped down for his breath to tickle the shell of your ear.

“Meet me in the garden,” he whispered, causing even more goosebumps to erupt across your skin, “then you can give me your answer...”

The cool night air kissed your cheeks as your glance flickered away from the candlelit terrace you’d abandoned only moments prior in order to stand beside the bushy mouth of the dark hedge maze further down the expanse of the estate’s garden. Faint music still found your ears as it echoed out the open windows of the grand manor where the ball still boomed.

Then suddenly, as you were lost in your thoughts of disbelief at what you were doing, just before you could talk yourself into returning to the party, you felt your hand be grabbed before your eyes fluttered up to find the lord you’d been awaiting, his arrival haven been so sudden that it nearly caused you to jump straight out of your skin.

Without a single word, Steve began to drag you into the maze, far away from any prying eyes and where the darkness could swallow you both whole.

“Where are you taking me–,” you attempted to ask, though as the man then abruptly stopped, what he did next stunned you to your very core.

Pulling you close, closer than you’d ever been to any man before, he then pressed his lips to your own, sufficiently shutting you up before you could elaborate your question any further.

The kiss was abrupt, fevered and entirely your first, leaving you dazed and reeling to catch up to the reality, to the dream you were finally expecting.

When Steve finally felt you relax into him, his feet began to shuffle and shift you back till your spine was pressed up against the denseness of the hedge behind you.

But just as a shy whimper from you vibrated against his tongue and your fingers drifted up to whisper around his silky necktie, the snapping of a twig suddenly found your ears and caused you to jump away from your dance partner.

Casting your glance over Steve’s broad shoulder, you spotted as the dark-haired gentleman, that your brother had so fiercely warmed you about, slithered out from the embrace of the shadows.

“Oh, don’t stop on my account,” the man smirked, folding his arms across his wide chest as he continued to stare.

Eyes wide, you then began to stammer, “Steve,” lightly patting your partner’s arm as he hadn’t yet shifted to protect you with an air of understanding, “h-he’s a–”

“A vampire?” the aristocratic creature raised an eyebrow, “how about you take another look at the lord that just had his tongue down your throat.”

Your panicked glare then fluttered back to Steve in front of you, however, before you could manage to push him away, his hands flew up to either side of your face and he dipped down to stare into your eyes with an intense you’d never witnessed before, somehow locking you up in his gaze as he then compelled you, “don’t scream,” and under the moonlight, you swore you saw his pupils briefly dilate as his wish slithered into your soul, “stay calm.”

Continuing to cup your cheeks, Steve then kissed you once again. Even though his previous words had turned you completely docile in his hold, the sensation of his lips as they soon pecked away from your own, on a determined journey down over your jaw, caused you to melt away that much further.

The neckline of your deep purple gown was so wide that it exposed not only your shoulders, but also crept down scandalously low on your chest.

Your eyes fluttered shut once more as his kisses tickled in their path down your neck, the sensation shooting straight down between your thighs. However, as soon as Steve’s lips were devouring the tender spot where the base of your throat blossomed into your shoulder, a sharp pain suddenly caused your eyes to snap back open as the vampire had sunk his teeth into you.

You winced slightly as blood began to trickle free, your gaze locked with the other man’s as he took a step forward and closed the gap. Standing directly behind Steve, his hand then raised up to stroke your hair.

“So, here’s the thing,” his ocean eyes then flickered in the same manner Steve’s had, mystically bending your mind to his will, “you’re gonna come with us, be ours to play with for the night. You can go home when the sun comes up, but without remembering the time we shared…”

Though you’d barely gotten to sleep an hour, you began to stir as the vampire sprawled out in front of your slumbering form kissed down your neck and swiftly sank his fangs into your shoulder.

Wincing awake and still weak from the blood the two lords had already drained you off, your hiss soon faded into a mumble, “Buck…”

Tilting his chin back a bit, Bucky lapped up the crimson that trickled down from the bite before he whispered, “shh, you can just stay asleep…” and you noticed his hardness straining against you below the covers, “it’s okay, I don’t mind…”

You couldn’t fathom how the vampire still wasn’t satiated after everything that had happened that night, things a lady such as yourself had never dared to even imagine possible. Even now, you were still slotted in between the two naked men under the canopy of a bed in the grand estate they’d taken you to, your virgin blood still staining the sheets, or the little of it that they hadn’t lapped up for themselves to savour.

Though the restless one before you had stirred you for another taste, Steve was still sleeping like a rock. He was laying directly behind you, his burly chest still pressed up against your spine as earlier, when he’d impulsively tried to stretch out your ass, made the decision to do something about that impossible tightness and have that little hole warm his intimidating girth while he slumbered. It made it difficult, to say the least, for rest to come to you as the sensation of his fat cock plugging you up was nearly too much for you to bear.

“Oh, what is it?” Bucky chuckled lowly at the wince you let out as he began to nudge his dick against your puffy pussy, “are you sore?” he asked in a mocking tone, grinning wider as you nodded hazily in response, “but you like it, don’t you?” he torturously tapped the weight of his length against the creamy mess between your thighs, the sensation causing both your holes to throb and clench, making Steve’s cock still embedded deep within you seem that much more enormous, “you like it when it hurts, when the sting of pain mixes with pleasure…” he then caught your eye and compelled you, “tell me that you like it.”

“I like it,” you hear the desperate word flow out your lungs, “please don’t stop, please keep hurting me, keep biting me, drink every drop of my blood, use me however you wish, it all feels so good–, ah!” the pleas he’d made you utter were then cut off by a rippling moan as his bulbous tip suddenly caught your entrance and greedily slid back into your warmth.

The fierce rhythm Bucky swiftly found rocked you so roughly that the movements didn’t just split your poor pussy open as he bucked up into you, but it also caused your frame to shift back against Steve and sink you down that much further on his cock, letting his heavy sack nuzzle tightly against your slick skin.

As your whimpers filled the room and mingled with Bucky’s own grunts of pleasure, you felt the girth in your ass twitch and rapidly grow painfully hard before the arm the slumbering bloodsucker had slumped around your waist tightened as he stirred with a low rumble directly in your ear.

“Mmm… having a little midnight snack, are we?” Steve groggily hummed from behind you as he nuzzled his nose into your tousled hair, “you know she’ll pass out soon if we keep drinking like this.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Bucky then slid his palm down the length of your arm, plucking up your hand till his lips ghosted against it. However, just as you let yourself hope that he’d just plant a peck upon your palm, his teeth instead pierced the flesh, right below your thumb. Although, the vampire did show some restraint as he only offered you a little nip before ripping your hand away from his mouth and holding it out for his partner to grasp, “here, you look parched,” blood already began to pool like a little puddle in your palm from how it slowly oozes out of the wound.

Accepting the delicacy, Steve first dragged his silky tongue over the bite, before he let his fangs sink into you with a deep groan, the taste of you only making him harder. As he began to drink from your palm, his hips greedily began to rock, making you tremble between the two lords of the night from the dizzying manner they both now fucked you.

As your moans filled the night air, Bucky’s fingers found your face in a caress before he leaned in to snuff out your sounds and let you taste the tangy iron of yourself on his tongue. Soon, his kisses began to dance down over the column of your neck, till his face was buried in your heaving tits, leaving a blossoming trail of hickeys to mark his path as he moved down to capture your nipple between his lips.

“I know we usually only keep our dinner till the morning comes,” Bucky muttered as he nipped at your boobs, only pausing to briefly glance over your shoulder at the man behind you, “but there’s something different about this one, don’t you agree, Steve?”

“She’s fucking delicious…” you heard him purr in your ear, “maybe you could be more than just a quick bite to eat…” both of their cocks continued to rock in harmony, filling your holes up to more than the brim, “maybe you can be our girl…”

Sucking in a shaky breath, you tilted your head to catch both of their eyes, “for how long?”

Keeping his neck tilted, Bucky blinked up at you and uttered, “…forever,” before he buried his teeth into the soft peak of your tit.

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luxiomahariel · 3 months ago

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the oppression that trans men/mascs go through is real and is just as worthy of discussion as the oppression of trans women/fems, nonbinary people, and intersex people, and that should not be a controversial statement in the current fucking year.

trans men/mascs are not systemically privileged just because we identify as men or as masculine. we are still discriminated against by our families, by medical professionals, by our employers, by government employees, and by the police (especially dark skinned trans men/mascs). we are still at the highest risk of being sexually assaulted compared to the rest of the queer community as reported by the trevor project. we are still at the highest risk of committing suicide compared to the rest of the queer community as reported by the trevor project.

we just want to stop being erased and to be acknowledged by the rest of our own community for once.

#transandrophobia #transandromisia

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sparklingchim · 1 month ago

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game on 05 | jjk

pairing: jungkook x oc

word count: 2.9k

tropes: footballer!jungkook, fake dating, f2l

rating: pg

warning: jk flexing his abs (he is just a man😔), sleeping in one bed, mentions of oc flashing her boobs in the past (rumour created by jk), they compare their abs..😭, cuddles <3, their parents adore them <3,

summary: the hardest part so far: lying to your parents. a close second: squeezing into jungkook's tiny twin bed with his big body taking up too much space.

a/n: finished this up listening to new lorde n eating pizza at 4am oh how i love life !!!!!

masterlist

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The thing about fake dating is that it works great until you’re sitting across from both your mothers and your dad at your not-boyfriend’s family dinner table, and suddenly everyone’s looking at you like you’ve already picked out wedding venues.

Jungkook had the audacity to look normal. You were barely holding it together, one fake smile and suspiciously warm face at a time.

“I didn’t realise you two were so close these days,” Jungkook’s mum says, smiling sweetly. “I was so happy when I saw the news, but also a little hurt that I had to find out through the internet and not from my own son.” Her gaze slides pointedly to Jungkook, giving him a scolding look. “I’ve been hearing all kinds of things about you through the internet.”

Oh no. Once mums start scolding you for one thing, they bring up every mistake you’ve ever made too. One thing turns into five, and suddenly you’re being reminded of stuff you did when you were a child.

But obviously, Jungkook’s used to this – sitting in the hot seat while his mum lectures him. He doesn’t even flinch anymore. Just lets the scolding roll off and ignores the jabs.

“We’ve been spending a lot of time together lately,” he retorts, voice smooth, hand resting on the back of your chair like it belonges there. It didn’t. But now it does. Kinda? “It just kind of… happened. And it felt right.”

You are going to die here. Choke on your food and perish.

“___ didn’t say anything either,“ your dad pipes up, immediately throwing you under the bus.

“She has a lot on her plate,” your mum cuts in, quick to defend you. “At least she always makes time to call. And she visits when she can.”

Jungkook’s mum gives her son another pointed glare before her face softens as she turns to you. Her tone shifts completely, warm and doting. “How’s university, sweetheart? You’re not running yourself into the ground, are you?”

You sit up a little straighter under the attention, managing a small smile. “Ah, there’s always a lot to do. But it’s not too much.”

She nods approvingly, already scooping more rice into your bowl before you can protest. “Good. You always were such a hardworking girl. Just don’t forget to take care of yourself too, hmm?”

“And you’re joining Jungkook for the world cup?” your dad asks. “You sure it won’t be too stressful with university and everything?”

“It’s just a few weeks,” you say, trying to sound more chill than you feel. “My exams are still far away anyway, I’ll manage. Most of the work I can keep up with online.”

“The only thing I’m really worried about is the flight,” you admit, voice dipping slightly. “Being up in the air for that long kind of freaks me out.”

“Don’t worry about that,” Jungkook says. “It’s really not that bad. We’ll probably sleep the whole plane ride anyway.”

“Our Jungkook will make sure to take care of you,” his mum chimes in, beaming with full maternal confidence. “Right? You’ll look after her properly – make sure she feels safe and comfortable. Especially because she’s willing to keep up with her studies while traveling, which is very responsible.”

You nod, cheeks heating. Her approval has always felt… different. Kinder. She’s not your mum. She doesn’t have to think the world of you, but she always has. She’s been rooting for you since the days you and Jungkook used to sit cross-legged on the living room floor doing homework together.

“Of course,” Jungkook says easily. His voice is light, when he glances over at you, his eyes are all doe-like and shiny, crinkling at the corners the way they only do when he’s being extra sincere. “I always try to take care of her.”

And then, ever so casually, his hand reaches up to rest lightly on your shoulder. His fingers brush your shoulder for a second, barely there, but enough to make you feel it everywhere.

Your lips twitch with the start of a smile you’re trying hard to hide. You shyly look away.

“I wish your dad could see you two like this,” his mum says with a fond smile. She tilts her head, gaze softening even more with pure endearment. “Such a shame he had to work this evening.”

All three of you look at Jungkook and you with adoring eyes. This is probably all they’ve hoped your entire lives long.

You swallow a little harder than usual.

“I’m so glad you two found each other.” Your dad gives you an approving smile. “You’ve always looked after each other. Even as little kids.”

“Finally ___ could bring some sense into Jungkook’s life,” his mum says. “I didn’t like your behaviour at all, Jungkook.” She directly speaks to him. “It’s time to stop behaving like a young boy, hm? Stop acting reckless. You’ve got someone beside you now.”

Jungkook blinks. He probably thought the scolding was over. “Mum...”

You have to stifle your giggles. If his dad were here, the conversation would’ve already derailed into football tactics and match predictions, with your dad chiming in too. But in his absence, Jungkook’s mum is fully in charge and she’s on a roll.

“He’s been good,” you add quickly, defending him. “He’s a very good boyfriend.”

You can feel Jungkook’s stare burning into the side of your face, but you refuse to look at him. One glance and you might start laughing or fumbling your words or blushing or whatever.

You don’t say anything else. But you think he knows.

Somehow, Jungkook’s mum managed to trick you both into staying the night.

She started with a sweet suggestion – “Why don’t you sleep here and have breakfast with us in the morning? Jungkook’s dad will be home then too!”

Without much resistance (none), you found yourself smiling and nodding along. Because who says no to Jungkook’s mum?

This is not a regular sleepover, though. This is not popcorn and movies and matching pyjama sets. This is sharing a bed that is definitely not made for two people, in a room that still has posters of football players from 2010.

You’ve been offered one of Jungkook’s old high school football jerseys, which hangs halfway to your knees, and a pair of smallish athletic shorts you had to tie tight around your waist to keep them from slipping – both a little ridiculous, both weirdly comforting.

But even with his clothes on your body, you’ve been granted no special privileges.

Your regular resident monster is hogging the bed.

Jungkook’s broad shoulders stretch close to the edge, and his strong arms don’t exactly make it easy for you to claim your side.

And you’re just. Lying there. Eyes wide open.

Fake dating, they said. It’ll be fun, they said.

“I don’t think I could ever get married,” you blurt out.

“What? Why?” he asks, clearly startled. “You’re too much of a lover girl to be saying shit like that.” You feel him shift slightly, looking over at you.

“Sleeping next to a man for the rest of my life? Doesn’t sound appealing to me.”

“You don’t wanna to spend every waking moment with the love of your life?”

“I want to, but.” You meet his gaze. “What if he snores like you?”

He scoffs. “Rude.”

“It’s a real concern.”

“Your love would be big enough to drown out the snoring?” He fully turns on his side, moving the mattress and making you pray he won’t accidentally push you off.

“That’s your argument?”

“I’m just saying,” he shrugs. “I think if you love someone enough, you’d stop noticing the noise. Maybe even become comforting.”

“That’s… actually kind of cute.” You let out a dramatic sigh. “Okay, maybe I’m not writing off marriage completely.”

“I’m always changing lives.”

“All you did was defend snoring.”

“And love,” he says, pointing at himself. “Don’t forget love.”

You roll your eyes, but your cheeks feel a little warm. His face is close now, his hair a soft mess and his expression sleepy but somehow still handsome. You shift just a bit to make space.

“You can come closer,” Jungkook says, pulling you to him by your waist.

“I’ll just sleep on the couch.”

Jungkook grabs your arm before you can even try to get out of bed.

“No. Imagine my mum catching you in the living room in the morning.”

“I’ll say your snoring bothered me,” you say. “Which would not be a total lie.”

You’re concerned about not being able to fall asleep with his snoring in your ear and the very real possibility of him accidentally pushing you off the bed. The couch sounds like a dream compared to this.

“I’ll be quiet,” Jungkook promises. “But mum would immediately assume we had a fight if she catches one of us on the couch.” He sighs. “Would make us wash dishes side by side like back when we were kids and had a fight.”

“I’m so good at washing dishes now, though,” you say. “I’m thankful for her bonding strategy, honestly.”

“You’re weird for enjoying cleaning up.”

“But it’s so therapeutic!” you defend. “It’s just me, my dishcloth, and a good audiobook. I love it.”

“You’re, like, every mothers dream daughter-in-law.”

Your eyelashes flutter in a tentative, shy way. “You think so?”

Jungkook sniffs a laugh at your reaction. “Studying medicine seals half the deal already.”

“Remember when you had that injury from football in the first year of high school, and your mum called me right after you got back from the hospital to check if the doctors knew what they were doing?”

Jungkook groans at the memory. “She kept bugging me to send you photos of my meds so you could double-check if they prescribed the right thing,” he says. “Like, just because you wanted to be a doctor back then didn’t mean you actually knew anything.”

“She’s cute.”

“She’s overprotective.”

“She cares about her baby,” you retort, voice a little high-pitched as you squish his cheeks together with your hand.

“You know, I was just thinking how I strive to be more like you, but I rest my case.” His hand clutches your wrist. “I don’t want to be someone who does stuff like this.”

“Too tired to be silly?” You let go of his face, dropping your hand on his chest.

“Too much food,” he sighs dramatically, giving his tummy a few taps.

You frown. “There’s no food baby.”

Jungkook lifts his shirt, showing off the rippled lines across his abdomen. “Just pretty abs.”

“I have those too, you know.” You tug Jungkook’s jersey up a few inches, just enough to reveal the soft skin of your belly. “They’re just hiding.” The jersey pools around your ribs, the fabric bunching slightly in your hands.

He chuckles. Then with a grin, he reaches over and gently pokes your tummy, making you flinch.

“They shy?” he says, amused. “Gotta coax them out?”

“They’re waiting for me to pick up my Pilates classes again.” You tug the jersey down again. “I've had a defined tummy for a bit, but I'm just too lazy when it comes to working out. I have zero discipline in that regard.”

Because why would you willingly choose moving your body when you could use your free time to curl up in bed and sleep?

“Lets work out in the gym together,” he proposes. “I'll motivate you.”

“Why do you always try to get me to work out with you?”

“So we can spend more time together?”

“We’re about to spend plenty of time together.”

“It’s gonna give class trip vibes,” he beams. “So excited to be there with the boys and you.”

You’re excited too. You’ve never left the country before, and the idea of going abroad feels surreal, but you wish the circumstances were different. Is pretending going to be easy with so many eyes on you?

You pout a little at the thought, kicking off the sheets as warmth starts spreading across your body.

Jungkook frees himself from the sheets too. “It’s hot,” he mutters.

“Your room’s too tiny for two people in summer.”

Jungkook sits up just enough for his arm to bump into yours. You let out a little grumpy noise.

“Jungkook,” you huff, giving him a lazy shove. “Personal space.”

Only then do you realise he’s pulling his t-shirt over his head, the fabric dragging slowly up his torso before he chucks it somewhere into the abyss that is his floor. It’s dark, but not dark enough. Your eyes still catch on the muscles of his back, the dip of his waist, the way his shoulder blades shift with the motion.

“Personal space doesn’t exist on this bed.” His voice is a bit low, probably the sleepiness seeping through, but coupled with him slowly dragging his hand through his hair it makes it feel like more than just tiredness.

Your eyes flick to the stretch of his arm, the shift in his shoulders. It’s mildly offensive how effortlessly good he looks. Maybe even a bit annoying.

“Why are you getting naked?”

Jungkook laughs and looks down at you. “I usually never wear this much to bed.”

“You can take your sweatpants off too,” you say. “I don’t mind.”

Jungkook tilts his head. His hair falling over his forehead in little strands. “You trying to get me naked?”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“I don’t want to be the only one getting naked,” he shamelessly tosses out.

This absolute freak. Jungkook has to tease you every 5 minutes or else he’ll spontaneously combust.

“This is not 10th grade truth or dare strip version,” you reply, unfazed. But then the memory hits you like a brick. “Oh my god, remember that school trip? When we all snuck into Jimin’s room and someone asked you a relatively tame question, and you took your shirt off for no reason, but everyone knew you just wanted to show off?” You shove his shoulder playfully, remembering his silly antics from high school. “You literally just wanted to flex in front of Hyejin.”

Jungkook sighs dreamily at the memory as he gets comfy on the bed. “Ah, teenage hormones and desperation. Simpler times.”

“I bet you’d do the same thing right now if you had a crush.”

He turns his head on the pillow to face you, smile soft and cheeky. A quiet dimple tucks into his cheek.

“Shirt’s off already.” He raises an eyebrow and lets his gaze flick very obviously from your eyes to your mouth and back.

“Ugh,” you grumble, closing your eyes for a second. “How am I going to tolerate you for two whole weeks during the world cup?”

“Just the way you ignored me during the game when Taehyung dared you to kiss someone, and you refused my offer to just kiss me so you wouldn’t have to take off your clothes?”

You immediately cover your face with your hands. “Don’t remind me.”

“That was the highlight of the night. Taehyung knew you wouldn’t do the dare. Just wanted you to take off your shirt.”

“You said ‘if you’re too nervous I’ll volunteer’.”

“I was giving you a way out! I knew you weren’t gonna kiss any of those douchebags.”

“You said it in front of like ten people, Jungkook. What was I supposed to do, make out with you in the middle of the circle?” You shake your head in disbelief. “Do you think Taehyung thinks of us sometimes?” you ask, curiosity tugging at your words.

“Nah, he’s too busy with his influencer friends now.” He rolls his eyes as he says it.

Taehyung was such a good friend until high school ended, and everyone’s lives drifted apart. He stopped showing up to hangouts and stopped texting.

“Anyway, my offer would’ve saved you flashing your tits at everyone.”

You sit up, glaring at him. “I was not flashing my tits at everyone. I had a bra on!”

He was the one flashing his tits.

“Well then, flashing your cute bra at everyone,” he corrects. He’s got one hand behind his head, looking at you through amused eyes.

You think for a second. “I don’t remember what bra I was wearing.”

“A white one. It had little cherries all over and a little bow in the middle.”

“That one!” you perk up. You click your tongue mournfully. “Grew out of it though.”

Jungkook hums thoughtfully. His gaze drops down to your chest – though there’s really nothing to see, not with you absolutely drowning in his old jersey. Still, his eyes linger with a soft kind of amusement.

“We could buy a new one?”

“No, some things are better left as good memories.”

Without a word, Jungkook wraps an arm around you and gently tugs you down onto his chest. You let yourself go easily, curling into his side, and resting your head on his chest.

“Then I hope you’ll always think of that bra fondly.” His fingers brush absentmindedly along your spine.

You giggle. “Thank you, silly.”

When you start to shift back to your ridiculously tiny sliver of the bed – because someone (the bicep exhibit to your right) is taking up eighty percent of the mattress – Jungkook presses a gentle hand to the small of your back, stopping you.

“You can stay.”

“But I drool.”

“That’s okay. I snore.”

You consider it for a moment. “Fair trade.”

Jungkook chuckles as you settle again, placing your head right back on his chest. His hand stays where it is, comfortable and still.

You wake up multiple times that night.

Each time, you try to inch further toward the edge of the bed, desperate to escape the relentless, blaring noise of Jungkook’s snoring.

But every single time, he reaches for you in his sleep. An arm looping around your waist, a hand tugging you back in.

You stop fighting, eventually. Let the (annoying) noise carry you through the night while you’re half-draped over Jungkook’s chest, face smushed into warm skin, drooling peacefully.

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sangunary · 4 months ago

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- Poor baby۶ৎ

BATFAM X NEGLECTED READER.

IMP: Sucide, child neglection, torture.

You were an orphan adopted by a wealthy man who later turned out to be Batman, yes you were full of joy and excitement. Who wouldn't be? To be apart of the Wayne family and to save people... That was every child dream.

They made you feel loved and wanted and you got addicted to that feeling... Because you've never felt so great before. You crave attention and validation, they're the one who introduced you to that feeling in the first place.

But as time past so did their affection and attention. Their adoration began to fade slowly and you cling onto the feeling with all your might but that was not enough. Nothing was enough.

Damian got introduced to the family, a new image for the picture. He was rude and opposite of you yet everybody love him... And you began to fade into the background.

Everybody love Damian, it doesn't matter if he was respectful or not... He didn't have to try so hard to have the spotlight unlike you, he didn't crave the light as much as you did but he still got it.

Your title of being Robin was rip from you.

It didn't even take a year for you to be replaced.

You felt like a baby who was being taught to walk and the moment another baby comes they completely let go of your hand. It was cruel and painful, you weren't ready to face the word yet.

You couldn't do anything, they were your family by paper whether you liked it or not.

Here you were sitting on the edge of a building letting the rain soaked your entire body.

Today you had a big fight with Bruce. It was a nasty fight that ended in him slapping you across the face...

It started out simple, you were jealous- envious of Damian... Because everytime he did even something as simple as putting back a book your achievements get hidden away. Not to mention on how his grade were much better than yours when he didn't even try.

You didn't even sleep a wink and he still was ahead of you and worst of them all everyone saw you as a slacker... It was not fair, you spent hour's and hours trying to be good at something but somebody in the family managed to be better.

You were tired of trying so you gave up, that day Damian was just straight up bullying you.

"You do realised blood like yours have no place in here? I suggest you take the easy way and leave... it'll be the trash taking itself out "

His word sting especially today... He did everything in his power to seperate you from the rest of the family and it was working.

Without any warning you threw a book at him and it hit him square in the face. It was a moment of anger you apologise profusely...

It's just... Damian always picked on you, called you names, ruin your birthday and... He took everybody away from you... Today was just a bad day in general because you overheard Alfred talking to Bruce about you.

Calling you difficult and how he wondered how you became such failure compared to your oh so perfect siblings.

You've been weeping for hours you can't stop yourself... It's been so long, it's been years. For year's you have been logging for your family to love you, the same people who took you by choice.

It was unfair, they hook you up to make you feel like you matter in reality you never matter, you were just a substitute.

You've tried, you definitely did tried... Why would someone who doesn't even want you in the first play choose you? Out of all the kid's in the orphanage they took you, they knew the responsibility... They took you as an accessory not as a person.

"Dammit..." you curse under your breath, your entire body was trembling, breath hot and messy... You couldn't stop the hiccup even when you cover your own mouth with your hands.

Every bad memories was surfacing, how everybody saw you as a spoiled child even tho they had it better than you could ever wish for. How everybody saw you as a headache.

You look pathetic, the same hero who saved people was now in need of help.

Before you could even finish crying you felt somebody hands on your body and before you could fight back a piece of febric was forcefully place on your nose. As you panicked you accidentally sniff the intoxicating smell.

It didn't take long for your body to react and shut down, you stumble on the ground laying there, your eyes bagan to shut themselves and before you could utter a word you saw the chilling smile of Joker.

When you woke up you were tied up, an old television infront of you... And the haunting figure of the man who have done this.

"What do you want?" You asked without hesitation, ignoring the throbbing pain of your head.

"Oh, simple... Just enjoy the show"

With that said he turn on the television with a press as he walk behind you and stood there, he gently place his cold hand's on your shoulder.

The video began to play, it was inside the manor during christmas... Everybody but you were present.

"As much as I like her... She's too full of herself. Oh and don't forget the 'Barbara is this great?' 'barbara can we please talk' blah blah blah... it's getting annoying- already is annoying"

"Oh definitely! She ruin the mood... That's why we... the best members of the family do thing's in secret"

"She asked me to kept this diary of her's a secret and God she's a crybaby... I've read the whole thing and I cannot stop laughing"

"Oh! C'mon this is a great tea! let's read it!"

"Isn't that invading her privacy?"

"... She's not here"

With that they began to read your personal diary where you wrote down your whole feelings. Your heart ache as they began to laugh at every word, you've given that Diary to Dick because you trusted him the most...

Another tape began to play. It was the previous gala...

It started out normal until they began to mock you... A desperate girl who would do anything for validation.

Each tape was about your own family mocking and talking behind your back... Calling you a desperate baby and how you need to grow up.

You've been crying hysterically.

You've never done anything in your life to hurt them it was the complete opposite... you praise and complement them but they were so willing to use your name for entertainment.

It hurt that none of your supposed family even like you...

"Nobody... love me? Why?"

"It's because you're just not supposed to be loved" Joker replied still smiling.

"I tried so hard.. but nobody care about me... Im not even a person to them..."

"Im a good student, im polite... I should be loved! it's unfair... I just wanted to be loved "

Life was cruel, it will always be towards you. It took your parents and left you stranded, the system wasn't great it took advantage of those who were vulnerable... Suddenly your life turned around to be loved and just to be betrayed by the same people who you called family.

"I deserve to be loved!... I just want my family to love me"

It was true you were just a baby at heart. You were impulsive and would jump at any opportunity to be acknowledged by your family...

Even Alfred doesn't like you, he barely even pick you up from school, made food you do not like and lectured you if you don't eat...Force eating was not fun.

Just like a baby you needed to be nurtured and cared for... Everybody got that except you.

Joker let you off free no torture atleast not physically.

"Dad... could we talk please?"

you asked outside the his office... You were desperately, your mind was being polluted and you need your father.

"Im busy"

Right, too busy saving everybody's else and watching you rot...

"Please... I need you"

you plead, you didn't want to face the truth... it scares you. Life was too hard on you.

"Im busy, go disturb Richard"

Disturb? right your whole existence was just to disturb everybody else from having a great time.

With that said you began to search for Richard...

Instead you bump into Jason his face was still plastered with the same old frown.

Jason used to adore you calling you his favourite infront of everybody else but now... He doesn't even recognise you or he pretend not to.

"Jay... could you please listen to me, life is really hard and today I enco-"

"Listen up princess"

he began, looking down at your small frame.

"Life is hard, everybody had it hard... Not everything is about you and unlike you, we don't bitch around... We deal with it"

Your hand's began to tremble, he was suffocating and scary especially when he's pissed off.

"We're not spoiled like you. This is why the rest of the family Don't like being around you... You always complain like a baby"

Before he could say more you left. You went straight to the library just to saw the rest cuddling together watching some movie.

"Excuse me?"

"Go away... we're having a family moment"

Damian spoke, the couch was facing the other side of the wall and they didn't even looked at you.

"Yeah... you're ruining the mood here"

"Can you get some popcorn tho?"

Right to them you were just a baby... spoiled to the core nothing more.

Your mind was polluted and your heart was aching badly, the word joker told you began to surface.

You walked towards the open window, the wire of the lamp cling onto your ankle... Without a thought you leap.

If the word doesn't want you why must you keep suffering?.

This is such a bad one im sorry.

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brokenmenswhore · 11 months ago

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not enough jace requests you say? 🧐 how about Jace ends up marrying aegons twin sister as a way to prevent war but the whole time he compares her to baela and is upset since baela was who he was supposed to marry. Reader then overhears what he says about her and realizes it will never be a marriage of love, only duty- so she starts being cold to him and he realizes he messed up

this is formatted as a drabble :)

could have | jacaerys velaryon

pairing: jacaerys velaryon x fem!reader

warnings: just a lil angst

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You were always second-best. You were Aegon’s twin sister, and your family revolved around Aegon. Aegon the eldest, Aegon the rightful heir to the throne, Aegon the pinnacle of the Greens.

You were not simply you, but the better half of him. You were always Aegon’s sister, the other one who shared his birth date. Your side of the family always prioritized Aegon, your mother especially. The closer Rhaenyra got to the throne, the more she wanted Aegon on it.

You did not want your brother on the throne. Being that your minds were connected, you knew him better than anyone, and therefore, you knew better than anyone that he should not be left in charge of ruling an entire realm.

That is why your betrothal to Jacaerys was a positive for you: it prevented a war that would occur if your mother pushed Aegon on the throne. It also allowed for you to reside with the other side of your family, a side that knew Rhaenyra deserved the throne, and a side that could hopefully see you as something other than second-best to Aegon.

You quickly felt like second-best to someone else upon your arrival to Dragonstone.

You felt guilty when your betrothal to Jacaerys was announced. You knew he was already betrothed to Baela Targaryen, and you hoped that another match for Baela would be announced shortly to absolve you of that guilt.

When you first arrived in Dragonstone, you met Baela, and immediately apologized for ruining her betrothal. Regardless of you or Jacaerys’s feelings about the matter, this was not up to you, so you had no choice. Baela understood, and she held no resentment toward you. She cared for Jacaerys, but not marrying him did not mean changing that, so she was alright with it.

Jacaerys, however, was very professional with you at all times. Despite your predicament, there was always a wall up with him. Up until your wedding day, you barely spoke, and when you did, he was Prince Jacaerys Velaryon, never just Jace. Not the way he was with Baela.

You desperately wanted to know the man you were to marry. If you were to spend the rest of your life with him, proving him with heirs, and taking care of his every need as a husband, you wished to get along. You craved a connection that was rarely found, but you were determined.

You would try to catch him reading in the library, alone in his chambers, or getting ready in the morning, but when he wasn’t alone, he was with Baela. You could tell they had a strong connection, and you still felt bad for breaking their betrothal, but part of you was also annoyed. Jacaerys was now your betrothed, and that should be you occupying his time.

You could sense that Jacaerys was upset with your arrangement. He did not avoid you, but did not seek you out.

In his mind, he was subconsciously comparing you to Baela. He was finding any reason to continue being upset about your arrangement. There was nothing practically wrong with you, but he wanted what he had expected his entire life. He wanted what could have been. He would listen to you speak during council, which Rhaenyra insisted you attend due to the influx of information about the Greens you could provide, and he would consider if Baela would say the same. He would try to picture you as his wife, and it would not make his heart swell the way it did when he pictured the same of Baela.

Still, you held out hope that your marriage could be more than a political alliance. You were going to spend the rest of your life with him, and you craved some sort of romantic or lustful connection. He was handsome, that much was agreed upon by most, and you loved his passion and confidence.

He barely spoke to you on the day of your wedding.

He spoke his vows as if he were giving a political speech. You only saw him smile when commonfolk approached the table to congratulate you two, and you could tell it was disingenuous.

When it came time for the bedding ceremony, you refused to undress. Jacaerys sat on the bed, confusion evident on his face. Even though he said it was important to consummate the marriage, you said you did not wish to force him, and you would simply tell everyone you did your duty. You left the room before either of you began to undress.

Despite your new marital state, things did not change. You tried to reach out to Jacaerys, but he pulled back.

You felt your heart sink when you walked past his chambers and overheard him speaking to someone about you.

“I just cannot help but wonder what could have been if things did not have to change. I will continue to do my duty as a husband, but that is all I have in me.”

You swallowed back tears. You always held out hope that things would shift, even if only a little, but it was hopeless. Your marriage would never be one of love, it would only be one of duty.

Hearing his words confirm it as such was enough for you to decide to pull back. If he had no intention of trying, there was no point in your doing so.

You began to be cold to Jacaerys, giving him the same attention he gave you, which was practically none.

He would greet during the beginning of council meetings, and you would ignore him.

He would pull out your chair for you, like a dutiful husband does, and you would say a simple “thank you” and sit.

You no longer made the effort to ask him how his food was at supper. You no longer made the effort to help him with his clothing pins in the morning.

When you were getting ready to sleep one night, Jacaerys actually spoke to you.

“What troubles you as of late?” he asked.

You acted nonchalant, continuing to brush out your hair. “What do you mean?”

“You seem off.”

“I am simply doing my duty, and nothing more.” You somewhat spat the words out, your tone laced with venom.

Jacaerys was taken aback by your candor. “If that is how you wish for this marriage to be, then so be it.”

You turned in your chair to face him. “I am not the one who wishes for a strictly dutiful marriage, Jacaerys.”

“Meaning?” he responded, “I do not wish to live out the rest of my days in a constant state of nothingness.”

“That is not what you have been saying.”

“To what are you referring?”

You sighed. “Jacaerys, I know you wish you had the opportunity to marry Baela. I am sure she knows it too. However, I do think it disrespectful to so openly complain about our courtship.”

Jacaerys knew what you were referring to. He ran his fingers through his hair, taking a deep breath while you continued to brush your hair in the silence.

“I did not intend for you to hear it,” he spoke.

“Evidently.”

“I know I’ve ruined things.”

You stopped your actions. You put your brush down, standing and walking over to him. “I only wish to please you, as your wife. I apologize that I am not the woman you intended yourself for.”

You touched his hand, holding it in your own briefly before taking residence on the bed.

Jacaerys watched you, unsure of what to do.

“You may join me, if you’d like,” you stated.

Jacaerys sat on the edge of the bed and turned toward you, giving you a small smile.

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mochinomnoms · 2 years ago

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In regard to interspecies romance

Humans have a fairly easy time pursuing the other species in Twisted Wonderland, though there are exceptions to that rule.

multi (separate) x reader [wc] - 2,252 [note] - one of the first things i ever wrote, though i never posted cause i didnt edit it. thought i would anyways cause its kinda cute. Edited 12/14/23 to add a readmore

Despite their animal like tendencies and courting methods, it's incredibly common to see human-beastmen couples and families. Perhaps it's due to how similar their behaviors are to their animal counterparts, but humans are fond of how beastmen flirt and display affection. Beastmen are offended by the comparison, but it's hard to deny how similar, and cute, they are to the common wolf, hyena, or lion.

Wolf and other canine beastmen enjoy being close to their mates. They like to be physically affectionate, almost playful with their partners. They'll nuzzle into the crook of their neck—no matter how much bigger they are compared to their human—lean against them when they walk, and will happily be by their beloved's sided at all times. Furthermore, they primarily show their effectiveness as partners by being great providers, regardless of gender, and showing off how tight-knit their packs are. After all, family is very important to them, and they'll expect to have one, no matter how big or small, with their partner in the future.

If you catch Ruggie trying to slyly and smoothly place a hand on the small of you back when moving through crowds, no you don't. If a person notices Jack momentarily grabbing (gingerly, mind you) your sides as he slips behind you to reach the potion ingredient on the shelf above you, don't mention how his touch lingers ever so slightly. Maybe take it with a grain of salt when Jack tries to invite you to visit his family over break, as friends, of course. And when Ruggie brags to you about how well he watched over the neighborhood kids growing up, how he'd make for a great family man, it's all hypothetical.

Feline beastmen are more reserved in their affections in public, especially compared to canines, and even more so for lion beastmen. It's more common for them to show affection in more subtle manners, such as buying their partner's food and drinks without being asked, going out of their way to help them when they're struggling at school or work, and are able to spend hours just in their general vicinity. As long as their beloved is around, they're happy. In private, though, expect to have their entire body draped over them, weight and all, shoved into their personal space to the point that it becomes a foreign concept. Leona embodies this to his entire core, too prideful to perform PDA, but just prideful enough that he knows he can take up all your time and space with no consequence. Unless that consequence is your love and affection, which he supposes he could suffer through if you hear him purring, don't point it out.

All lion beastmen hold their pride close to their heart (no matter how much a certain prince would deny it) and their partner is no exception. Their pride is an intrinsically developed social network made of an extended, but closed family network. It requires all new partners to be carefully and slowly introduced to the rest of the pride, more so in Leona's case due to the royal family being traditionally made up of Sunset Savana nobility. You won't be the first non-beastmen, but are the first foreigner in a very long time to be introduced. Don't worry, though, Leona is nothing if not patient, and his family are just happy to know that he's found someone.

On the other end of the spectrum, however, are human-fae relations. Uncommon, though not for a lack of trying on humans' parts, due to most of the fairfolk residing in the isolated Briar Valley. The complicated history between the two species, ancient to humans but still relatively fresh for fae, doesn't help either. There's also the unfortunate consequence of humankind's rather short lifespans compared to the average 1,000-year lifespan of the fae. Unless the fae is in their final hundred or so years, they'll almost always outlive their partner without magical interference.

It's not impossible though, and as younger fairfolk leave the valley to explore the world, more marriages have resulted in half-fae children, both human and beastmen. As partners, fae are devoted to the health and safety of their loved ones. Increasing tenfold into nearly coddling territory with non-fae. Compared to them, their humans and beastmen are awfully fragile and naive, and require their protection. This can cause animosity between them, however, and only fae that are willing to learn and change their old ways result in happy, long-lived marriages.

They're also generally known to have lengthy courting methods: not dating, that implies something casual, no they court. Once they've established interest in you, their end goal is marriage, no ifs, ands, or buts. Fairfolk are generous with gifting during courtship: all gifts are about an equal-exchange and your acceptance of their gifts is a reciprocation of their feelings. At the end of the courtship, you can expect a small feast to be displayed at a ceremony held between their and your family. This is an especially important ceremony when courting humans and beastmen: fairy food can often cause lasting damages to those that consume it without permission. By offering their food to you and your kin, they are welcoming you into their world and telling you that they will never intentionally bestow harm to you or your kin. If you choose to accept the food, then you agree to do the same til the end of your days.

Lilia is a strange case, having already lived a long life and being well traveled, a gleeful participant in the strange customs and traditions of humans and beastmen. He'd much rather participate in other's dating and courtship rituals than his own people's. It's fascinating how fleeting the process can be, yet it can result in everlasting devotion. Don't mistake his flexible nature for disinterest, however. He's still a fae, and if you start finding silly little knickknacks of his on their desk, you can expect to never be rid of him.

The Draconia family-line is steadfast in their traditions, even if Lilia raised the latest prince. So don't expect anything other than the previously explained rituals from Malleus, even if you're not aware of them. Taking gems, jewelry, and clothing made of the finest material you'll ever lay hands from his hoard means little to him if it means you'll accept the gift (and him). Even if you aren't aware of how courtship works, the moment you pick up the black ring with the big oval emerald and Briar Valley crest, you're practically engaged in his eyes.

The courtship is long, even for Malleus who was one step away at every turn to skip over the entire thing in favor of just eloping. All for the person who decided that the great and terrifying Malleus Draconia was actually just a simple Mr. Hornton, a friend, companion who just wanted someone to stay by his side. If it means calling you his spouse, his fellow ruler, and the only love of his life even a moment sooner, then he'd be willing to throw tradition and ritual out of the very tall tower window just to do so.

Many years later, when you reminiscing how the two of you first met, and how long it took you to notice his feelings, you'll offhandedly mention the random gifts you found at your doorstep. How you wish you knew who was leaving those precious stones and golden amulets with no indication on who the admirer was. Upon further questioning, you'll tell him that you didn't even know you were being courted until two months into the ritual. It'll then click in Malleus's mind how utterly lucky he was that the two of you even got together in the first place.

It may be surprising, but human-mer relations have been extraordinarily rare. Only a handful of them have popped up since the times of the Sea Princess, who left her home for a human prince. In fact, you could probably count them on one hand! Perhaps this is due to the difficulties of having a romance between land dwellers and undersea folk; after all, it's much easier for humans, fae, and beastmen to interact when they all live on land. Merfolk can come up to the surface, and have been doing moreso in the last century, but having a relationship with someone who quite literally could not breathe in the same air/water as you is near impossible. At least, not without significant effort on one or the other's part.

Nearly all the human-mer romances that have occurred in history resulted in either one or the other abandoning their home to turn into a human/mer and live the rest of their days with their love in their new world. Certainly a romantic notion to be sure, but it most definitely require their love to be truly eternal. Or else you might run the risk of resentment brewing between the two. With a slowly growing need to easy access transformation potions and spells for business and diplomatic reasons, such romance is not far from reach, at least for those with money to spare. The next issue though would be the significant difference between land dweller and undersea folk's courting methods.

Perhaps it can be contributed to the more...feral nature of merfolk. Most of them still retain more animalistic features and behaviors than the average beastman. The twins are no exception to this. Even if you were to remove their claws, mucus covered skin, and 6-ft tail, you're still left with eyes suited for a deep-sea predator, nose that can smell the tiniest drop of blood in a pool, and rows of razor sharp teeth begging to bite down on your neck. The deep-sea is not only cold, but quite ruthless. So, it'll probably come as no surprise that moray eels will prove themselves as suitable partners by fighting either their competitors or you. If they can prove that they can hold their own, protect you from the horrors of the deep, then they have the right to go for your heart. That's not to say softer sentiments don't exist, and while similar the twins are still two separate people with different tastes. These tastes show during courting, though mers have a more casual date-like ritual.

Like fae, merfolk court via gifts, particularly handmade or ones they found themselves, and Floyd is awfully fond if gifting you the strangest things. A tooth that was knocked out from the student who shoved you a little too hard, a rock you tripped over in P.E., or a sand dollar he found on a trip to the beach were a few of the many items he gave you. Jade is similar, though he's more fond of making his own gifts. A necklace made of seashells found at the beach you had your first date in, a terrarium he made from plants that remind him of you, but your favorite was the small garden he started tending to on your kitchen windowsill. Breakfast was particularly delicious when made with his fresh mushrooms. Expect soon after the gifts lots of physical affection, public and private.

Don't be mistaken, they'll still bully you. But each of Floyd's bone-crushing hugs will be accompanied by a soft headbump from his forehead to yours. Jade's teasing, mean remarks will follow with a swift, sweet peck to your knuckles. They'll grab your notebook and hold it above their head until you agree to give them a kiss or punch them in the stomach, both are acceptable responses. Be a little mean back, they like the idea of a sweet and cute little human that can throw a punch. Your their sweet little human, and you make life in the deep exciting. Just don't ask about their flushed face every time they see you yawn, they aren't quite ready to explain that one yet.

Azul intensely studied a variety of topics before coming to land, even briefly glossing over dating, romance, and marriage before deciding he wouldn't need it anytime soon. He regretted that soon after meeting you, though he made do with what he knew. And what he knew as food. A combination of octo-mer courtship and being the son of a cook, Azul will discreetly court you by personally cooking and feeding you your favorite meals. It's the result of the dangers of ancient octo-mers eating their spouses after mating. Afterall you can't eat more if your already full. While not something they have to worry about now, it's an old ritual still used today, Azul has hear the way to a person's heart is their stomach and can wholeheartedly agree.

What's surprised you the most was what followed after, especially for someone as physically reserved as Azul: octo-mers are extremely clingy and affectionate. He doesn't have the heart to do anything more than handholding and chaste kisses to your cheeks in public, but he yearns to wrap all 8 tentacles and two arms around you so tightly that your gasping for a breath that he steals with his lips. He won't mention it, but he can taste the salt from your skin and the pulse from your wrists with his suckers. Take it from someone who grew up with a refined palate, he thinks your taste is equivalent to ambrosia from the gods, though that might be the lovesickness speaking.

i have a hard time writing savanaclaw for some reason, but imma working on it now! also tagging for all the guys is stressful idk what i should enter, like fullname or just first name idk man!! pls reblog and comment! lmk what you time, xoxo

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klausysworld · 3 months ago

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if you could make one where Elijah is a professor at the Salvatore School for the Young and Gifted,and has a favourite f/student

The Heat in His Life

Summary: Elijah has a particularly fiery werewolf student who gets a little extra needy when the full moon is around.

Elijah couldn't explain what he felt for Y/N, she wasn't top of the class or especially talented compared to other students. If anything she was a little trouble maker.

But she wasn't like the other ones in class. When he questioned her, she'd always have something witty to say back.

She almost never had her homework but somehow always knew what the answers were to it, or at least had some sort of answer that would be technically correct so Elijah wouldn't be able to tell her off.

It was as if she knew exactly how to play the system.

Werewolves were always his trickiest students, they got a little more aggressive about things than others and when it got close to the full moon they'd get more and more touchy. But the female werewolf students also got a little more needy around the full moon. Some of them got a couple extra days off school near the time.

When it got close to, Elijah could feel the heat rolling off her. He'd see the boys in the class perk up and get all over her. He'd have to remind everyone back to their seats and try focus back on the lesson.

But at the end he'd see those amber eyes on him, asking for him.

"Y/N, don't you have another lesson?" He questioned, rising from his seat and clearing his throat as he smoothed his tie down.

"No." Her head shook, her eyes looking up at him from her chair. "Don't have to be in lessons this week." She shrugged and he nodded because it was very obvious she was in no state to be in class. She'd barely been conscious the past hour, breathing laboured and eyes trailing over the male wolves but they'd always find their way back to him.

"Yet you've come to mine." He countered, making the brave choice to come to her desk, glancing to the empty pages before her. "Would you like me to call a family member, Y/N?" Elijah questioned, voice laced with concern. Her head shook and he frowned, she was practically curled into her seat, her arms wrapped around her aching tummy. "Maybe a friend?" He offered, squatting down beside her. Her scent was flooding his nose but if anybody had mastered self-control it was Elijah and he'd had many students in heat before.

"Need you." She whined quietly and he softened slightly, his fingers tapping against the desk before he shuffled close enough for her to lean against him. He didn't hug her back but he let her rest against him for a moment.

"You need to get to your dorm, darling. I can go to the nurse's office and get you some meds to calm the heat and the pain down and have a runner bring it to you." He smiled, he knew that isn't what she wanted but he had a class to teach next and he could not be helping a student through a heat. That would cost him his job and compromise his highly regarded morals.

Elijah came to work there to give a little back to the supernatural community and to show some equality to all of the different species. Not to take advantage of his students.

So for a couple of heats he'd just make sure she went back to her dorm and had someone bring her some things to ease off the power of the full moon. And inevitably a few days later when he'd look out of his window in thought, a little wolf would be stood a few metres away from the front porch of his house, just staring up at him.

For the rest of each month she'd have the same fire as usual, fling things across the room just before he could physically see so he couldn't tell her off. Snapping back at anybody that said something she didn't agree with.

Sometimes Elijah tried to convince himself he only felt the attraction when she was in heat but it didn't explain why he'd have his fist around his cock at least twice a week locked in his office after hours with the thought of her in his mind.

Secretly he loved the way she could command a room, rile everybody up, then just walk off like she was the most innocent of angels.

And then she really would look all sweet and soft when she was in heat. It made her weak and needy like a puppy rather than a wolf. He enjoyed both sides of her.

But he had never planned to act on either.

She just wouldn't leave him alone.

He hadn't expected to get to his office, ready to mark all of the dozens of papers, only to find Y/N already in there. The summer made it so much harder. For all the wolves. That's why it had become a breeding season of sorts, the school was starting to get concerned with the amount of wolf pregnancies.

At least Elijah couldn't get her pregnant.

Thank fuck for him he couldn't get her pregnant. Because there was absolutely no chance he was turning her away that time.

He had her bent right over his desk, listening to her whine and beg whilst he knelt down behind her and buried his face between her ass. Tongue lapping up between her folds and groaning at the taste of her.

"More..." She cried, "needa be full."

"I know, angel." He mumbled, sucking on her cunt from behind. And soon enough he gave her what she wanted.

Had her on the carpeted floor, bucking his hips rapidly up into her as she rode his cock desperately. Poor thing was exhausted; Elijah had his hands on her tits, stopping them from bouncing too aggressively.

"You'll hurt yourself, darling." He murmured softly when she tried to spin around, get a new angle. It made Elijah chuckled quietly and lifted her off his cock, shushing her whimpers and flipping her back onto her belly to thrust himself back into her from behind, pounding into her until she was drunk on his cum. So full and whining about being bred.

"Shh.." He'd whisper gently, stroking her hair as she lay half asleep still on his office floor. "It's alright."

"Need 'em." She mumbled, her eyes drooped as she panted quietly and kept reaching for his other hand.

"Such a needy wolf you are." He muttered as he brought his hand back to her swollen pussy, her legs always spreading for his touch. His fingers slipped straight to her entrance, stroking her from the inside and gently bringing her to another climax. Toying with her poor clit until she was just sweat and tears.

By morning he'd brought her to his house. It was too risky going into her dorm room with her, if someone saw he'd be done for, so he brought her somewhere safer. Safer for them both.

And so, she started heading to his home instead of his office each month, trembling in his bed instead of his floor.

Eventually she started going there without the moons pull. Elijah couldn't help but welcome her.

Perhaps his self-control wasn't as faultless as he once believed.

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no1onepiecefan · 4 months ago

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something that breaks my heart is how easily thatch died. thatch, the fourth division commander of the whitebeard pirates, must’ve been incredibly powerful. the whitebeard commanders we know in detail: marco, oden, ace, izou, jozu, vista, etc, are renown as some of the most powerful characters in their respective fortes each. the whitebeard pirates were titans of the pirate world, and to hold a position of power in their ranks is placing you easily among some of the most powerful in one piece almost inherently.

but thatch died without a fight to our knowledge, thatch died quietly, found in a pool of his own blood, body already cold. thatch died very literally stabbed in the back, in the middle of the night without last words that would reach anyone’s ears. it’s brutal and more than anything, it’s so unpleasantly bitter.

i think how he died is very symbolic of the whitebeard pirates as a crew. a man who, while we don’t know in combat, is at least comparable to the commanders we do know. his faith and family-orientated love was so unwavering it caused a man like that to die swiftly and silently. while blackbeard’s power pre-devil fruit is nothing to undermine, especially given the wound he gave shanks, i refuse to believe thatch wouldn’t of at least been able to defend himself briefly; long enough to be heard. thatch died with unquestioning love in his heart, not for one second was his guard up, and only in teach’s gross abuse of that trust did thatch succumb. thatch died so easily, and nothing hurts more than that.

all the whitebeard pirates died for love. oden died, tortured and shot, after holding his loved ones above his head for an hour so they wouldn’t boil alive alongside him. thatch died with unquestioning adoration, stabbed in the back by a member of his cherished family. ace died indirectly as a result of trying to avenge thatch, and directly by defending luffy in the pinnacle of marineford, protecting his little brother until his last breath. whitebeard died attempting to rescue ace, falling victim to hundreds of wounds in his path as he clambered to save his son. ultimately, the bullet that would kill him was from the gun of the son that betrayed him. izou died in sacrifice, telling his younger sister to live. he died fighting against enemies who intended to hurt ace’s little brother and who would’ve doomed his homeland if they succeeded. whitebeard pirates are so kind, love is as natural to them as breathing. i am hoping, in some way, there will be a resting conclusion to all the suffering they have been dealt so horribly. they are so full of love, and that makes their story so tragic.

#one piece #one piece meta #one piece analysis #whitebeard pirates #thatch one piece #marco one piece #izou one piece #kozuki oden #portgas d ace #fire fist ace #‘all the whitebeard pirates died for love’ horrible sentence

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nightingale-prompts · 11 months ago

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Sparing Batboy

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"You need to sleep." Bruce put his hand on Dick's shoulder.

Dick ran a hand through his disheveled hair. His eyes were dark from lack of rest.

It had been two days. Two days without a sign of Danny. Not even a glimpse on a street camera or his phone or clothes going missing. He's just gone. Evaporating into thin air.

"I need to find him," Dick said resolutely.

Bruce shook his head and opened his mouth to protest.

"Don't say anything," Dick said through clenched teeth. "You don't get to say anything about what I'm doing. You have done the same thing."

"Dick this is not the time to-"

"I said shut up! If you want to be helpful then go back to looking for him. Otherwise, leave." Dick said before jumping to another rooftop.

Dick knew at the end of the day he knew very little about Danny. He never asked because he knew it clearly hurt him to talk about it. All he needed to know was that Danny needed him. From the moment he first saw that watery smile on that kids face on his face when he invited Danny to eat with him.

Bruce definitely knew by this point that Danny and Batboy were the same. Especially when he asked where his grandson was while they searched. He hadn't said anything else about it. Dick didn't care at this point. I wouldn't change anything.

Part of Dick hated it. He has spent so many years comparing himself to Bruce. Trying not to become him yet still stuck in his shadow. To not repeat his mistakes.

Dick had made his fair share of mistakes and had paid for each one. He had lost so many people either from his own actions or not acting at all.

But what can he do now?

He just wanted to find his son.

He just didn't want to hear what came next. Commissioner Gordon called in with a clue…no it was a message.

A pair of wings splayed to mimic the iconic bat signal on a rooftop. The bloodied wings were severed at the base of the bone.

There were very few villains in Gotham that would do something so violent, fewer that would show off their act so brazenly. This kind of of senseless violence just to anger Batman was the mark of none other than Joker.

Joker had gotten his hands on another member of Dick's family. Flashbacks of Jason and Tim filled his mind.

And something just snapped.

In another part of the city, a certain clown glared at the limp body of the teen.

He had hoped the kid would at least wake up after having his wings cut off but despite his body state he slept soundly. He even had goons try to beat the kid awake but while the blood stayed any injuries disappeared instantly. Metas were a pain in the ass.

In the realm of dreams, Danny was comforted in the arms of the Nocturne. He got to visit his sister and friends in their dreams.

Jazz squeezed the life out of him as she asked him every question she could. Danny tried his best to answer each of them.

"Relax Jazz, I'm fine. I just can't come back. You know how it is. A grand destiny and all that." Danny said.

"But you're still just a kid Danny. You have school and-and-" Jazz said frantically trying to find the words.

"And I'm still going. Clockwork and Nocturne are teaching me everything I need to know until I take the throne." Danny wasn't ready to tell her about his new life.

She didn't need to know that he had a new family. Not when she was what he had to leave behind despite how much it kills him. There wasn't a day he didn't miss her or think of her. Nothing could replace her.

Unaware of this Nocturne and Clockwork watched as Danny dreamed within a dream.

"We should just kill the clown," Nocturne said resolutely as he peered into the material realm.

"You swore not to interfere with the mortals anymore," Clockwork warned.

"I'm not like you, Kronos. I can't sit idly by and watch this happen. I actually care." Nocturne said leveling a glare at the time ghost, his eyes blazing.

"So you care for the boy now? I thought you said you couldn't stand children?" Clockwork smirked his eyebrow raised.

Nocturne huffed shifting the blanket he had laid on Danny to cover him properly.

"I am close to mortals. It is what I am. Children tend to have the most innocent dreams. They have nightmares they don't know how to handle. They are fitful sleepers and cry before they wake. They can't parse dreams from reality. So much care goes into forming their dreams but at the same time, I must scare them. To remind them they should be afraid of the dark. I just can't stand to make them cry and lose those sweet little dreams." Nocturne brushed his clawed hand against Clock's cheek. "I don't understand how you do it. You let them hurt. You know what will happen yet you do nothing."

"It is my purpose. I care but all actions have consequences. I can't weigh the lives of a few for all. I asked you to put the boy to sleep to spare him the pain, at least for now. Had I not, I fear his fate would be darker." Clockwork sighed leaning into Nox's hand.

"Then let's kill that man. I know you want to my love." Nocturne's smiled wickedly eager to return to the living world.

"That is not our role. No, there is another who will come soon." Clockwork said pushing his malicious lover away. "Besides if the boy wakes you know he will undoubtedly cause untold damage. You know how much he hates clowns as is. There will be no coming back from that."

"You say that like it's a bad thing. I would be very proud." Nocturne hummed in delight.

(Am I ever going to run out of bat pics/gifs? Let's hope not.)

(Also gay ghosts dads. You're welcome.)

#dc x dp #dpxdc #dc x dp prompt #dp x dc prompt #danny fenton #danny phantom #batman #nightwing #dick grayson #bruce wayne #dc joker #dc comics #dp clockwork #dp nocturne

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astraeus-tree · 9 days ago

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Prologue

『Someone I Have Loved, But Never Known』

Disparities Between Our Souls

Disclaimer(s): Neglect, Spiders, Spider bites

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Desolate was this manor you lived in. You traversed through the halls like a ghost tethered to the place, never able to escape, and with scarce interaction with its other inhabitants.

Though you were not alone, it felt like you were. The place was full of life, flowers of every kind, and you were the weed that invaded their space. Many resided in this manor, and much more visited, but those figures were strangers to you. Strangers whom you knew the name and face of, strangers whose secret lives were known to you, but strangers nonetheless.

You had tried to connect with many of them once. It didn’t work, and you pushed no further. No point in putting effort into something you knew would only result in futile attempts. Though, now you were left lonely.

You couldn’t go to your father. No, never. It was a mutual agreement between you two that he would always be too busy to deal with your menial problems— at least, they were, compared to the crimes he had to fight. This realisation struck you when you first came to the manor, even before he knew his persona of Batman. Your first proper conversation with him was short, walls placed around both your hearts.

At the time, you at least had Jason. Oh your sweet little brother. You truly loved him, and hell, you even tried to fix up your relationship with Bruce because of him. You found out about your family’s vigilantism through him— when you would wake up and he would be littered with bruises and cuts one too many times. You warned both your father and Jason about the dangers, but you could not stop them. You could only hope that Batman would keep Robin safe.

But he didn’t.

He didn’t, and Jason died because of it. The only light in this bleak manor was gone. The walls around your hearts were built back up again, now higher than ever. You could not reassure Bruce, not when you were dealing with your own drowning grief.

You barely spent time outside of your room, spending most your days on your studies to distract yourself. You barely noticed when Tim had first started basically living in the manor, but when you did, you knew it was too late to save him. You knew he was in too deep into this rabbit hole that was the vigilante life.

You tried once, but the fire in his eyes burned too bright. You knew it would burn you if you continued, and so you didn’t. You never bothered him after that, but neither did he to you.

Steph came not long after Tim did. You two never really interacted. She didn’t stay in the manor, and the times you saw her, she was too focused on proving herself.

Dick, when you had moved to the manor, was already living at Bludhaven. Never did you two have the opportunity to connect, even after Jason’s death. You envied him at times. He could afford to have relationships with the others, he could keep them safe. Unlike you, someone who had no knowledge in fighting, no super extraordinary wits. You harbored no hate, but the jealousy was enough for you to keep your distance.

Damian and you had no chance at all, and both of you knew that from your first meeting. He had barely heard of you from his mother, all he knew was that you didn’t meet any expectations that came from being the first-born child of The Batman. Every time you saw him, he always seemed to have barely other feelings than hatred for you. You let the other members of your family to deal with him and his rampant emotions.

When Jason had came back, you were hesitant. At first it was out of disbelief that he was alive, especially after you saw his mangled body buried deep in the ground, but when you saw him you knew he wasn’t the same. He felt different, he looked different. You tried approaching him, but he would create distance with you, like he did with the rest of the family. He was the only one who you kept trying for, trying to connect again, trying to accept this double life of his, but you were returned with only distant and fleeting glances. Now, like the others, walls were built and relationships were strained between you two.

Perhaps the only exception was Cassandra. You two didn’t hit it off straight away, in fact the start of your relationship was quite similar to most others. However, later when she had finally settled into this new life of hers, she had come up to you, offering to spend time with you. You remember you had been so shocked that the awkward silence between you two had been stretched thin before you had responded with a hesitant yes. You two reached out to each other every once in a while after that. The friendship was still new and budding, but it was there and it didn’t show any signs to die out anytime soon.

When you were alone— which was most times—, you would reminisce of when you had still lived with your aunt. You missed the simpler times when it was just you and your aunt, in a small run-down house in the city of Gotham, but alas you could not defy the fate written out for you. Instead, you spent your days in the manor, loneliness shrouded onto you with only a few occasional exceptions courtesy of Cass.

Resentment wasn’t something you felt towards your siblings. Perhaps it was more of indifference, perhaps it was something else. You didn’t know and probably wouldn’t— emotions were a complex topic you never truly understood. You knew one thing was for certain though, this was not the life your aunt had wanted you to live.

The night was silent— at least, in the manor. Batman and Robin were out for patrol, the others seemingly doing their own things as well, which you assumed were most likely vigilante-related as well.

You were asleep in your room, nothing out of the ordinary. That is except for the barely audible sound of multiple miniscule legs scattering across the room. An anomaly in the usually clean and arachnid-free Wane Manor.

You were all the unsuspecting as it crawled closer and close to you. Its miniscule hairs bristled on your skin as it walked up your arm. It stopped at the middle of your forearm and bit down, fangs penetrating your skin. It lets go, trying to quickly scuttle away from the danger that was you.

It was too slow though, as your hand had made contact with the creature. You groan at the itch from the bite, more annoyed than hurt.

That is until the pain multiplied tenfold.

Your eyes snap open, no longer half-closed from the fatigue of sleep. You tried to move, but nothing would listen to your mind. Everything felt too heavy, like a truck had been placed on top of you.

You looked around frantically, but you were alone. You tried to shout, for anyone, anything, but nothing came out. Your vision started to become blurry, tears welling in your eyes.

The room felt hot. Or was that you?

You gasped for air. It was hot. It was hard to breathe. Help. Please. Please. Someone come. Please. Please please please. Hurt. Everything hurts. It’s blurry. Someone.

You heard something beyond your sobs from beside you. You tried to look but to no avail. The only thing you could see through the blurriness of your tears were vibrant colours. You think it resembles a circle— a portal of some sort, but you couldn’t tell if it was you mind deceiving you.

You didn’t care. You wanted this pain, this heat, gone. Your vision faded in and out. The room spun. It had gotten harder and harder to get your eyes to stay open. Yet, you could also feel your energy fading away. You tried to fight the sensation of being pulled, but you lost.

Your mind faded to black. The night once again silent and calm.

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Prologue is done! Yippee!! Tried to flesh out Reader's relationship with the fam a bit more but I don't think I did it very well lol.

Anyways what do we think about the new border? Do we like the spider or the sparkle more?

You guys know the drill, mistakes are free to point out and will be fixed immediately.

Will take a while to upload the next chap since this term is a busy term (again lol) - currently preparing for two dance performances in 8 weeks and almost all my exams are worth 60% of my grade, if I don't pass I can't graduate so yay!! no pressure at all to me.

Have a great day/night everyone <3

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l0s3rd0wnt0wn · 4 months ago

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"TOP OF MY SCHOOL"

SYNOPSIS: How an archer!reader first met Green Arrow and became White Arrow.

You've always been an overachiever, but that's not your fault; most people are underachievers. If your mom ever taught you anything, it was to reach for the stars and aim for the biggest and brightest one there is, and watch it explode into tiny little stars that can inspire the next dreamer and believer. So here you are at this archery tournament; you worked so hard to reach the finals. Your fingers might hate you, but that trophy will be in the manor, shining brighter than all the trophies and medals collected by the rest of the family. It's big, golden, and stunning. You don't care about the prize money—pfft, you're rich. You care about outshining all the Waynes, especially your father. Bruce's awards would look like baby medals compared to yours, and he'll notice you; he'll notice his baby and all the hard work they've done. The damage to your fingers is temporary, but the win is forever; the win is for life.

So there you are, hitting bullseye after bullseye, smirking like never before, perfect position, back straight, eyes forward. Who would you be if you didn't win? You wouldn't deserve the name Wayne if you didn't win; you wouldn't deserve to show your face outside of the manor gates. Ha, you would even say your name. Final game, and you're up next. Oh, you were gonna knock the judges off their feet, and you're gonna play them for fools when this is all said and done. So remember your stance: feet apart, back straight, head forward, elbows straight, bowstring near eye level. You could feel the tip of your fingers slipping with the toughness of the string for the bow, but you won't let it bother you; smile through the pain.

You look up at the stands; you see your judges and the people in the stands. You see Alfred and your school friends, but the seat you left for him is empty. You've been telling him about that tournament for days on end; you didn't shut up about this. You made him write it on his schedule board and his computer, yet he still isn't here. Rage is seeping through you. Bruce, you promised! He went to Damian's soccer game—the one he LOST—went to Jason's spelling bee, and Steph's track meets, but this is the most important moment of your life, and he isn't here. You wouldn't stop talking about it at the table, even when you knew no one was listening. This was your dream; this was your life goal, and he dropped it for what—a stupid ballet recital from Cass?

You're staring up at the stands, that empty chair you left for him. You felt the arrow slip through your fingers, and a loud "WISSH" went past you. Turning back fast, you saw that you hit orange, throwing you off your win streak of only hitting bullseyes. But it's okay, as long as the other kids don't outdo you when it's their turn. But they did; that slip-up was their chance. Every single time the arrow points red, you feel like they are aiming at you, shooting down your pride, your ambition, your hard work—everything you did to get here. You felt each arrow piercing through your very being, leaving you bloody. Your fingers clenched; you could feel the trickle of blood coming from your bandages. You knew you were going to lose when the game was set and match, and you were on the podium.

The judges were handing out the awards, and you closed your eyes, hoping that someway, somehow, you won. You had your hand open for something, but then felt another thing wrapped around your neck. It was a medal—a medal. Maybe it was gold, and the real trophy was coming out. But when you opened your eyes, you saw a silver medal wrapped around your neck. Silver, not gold. Silver. You felt red-hot tears prickle down your face. You wanted gold. You had the best shots each round; you missed just one—just one. You didn't deserve this; you didn't. But if you looked over your shoulder, you could see the kid who won—the tears of happiness that flowed down their face, holding the trophy way up high. That was supposed to be you. You were supposed to be the one highest on the podium. You meant to take this trophy to Bruce, show him what you could do, show that you were worth the time and trouble, and for one moment, he could see you as one of his own. He could see you as his. But no, you let your emotions get the better of you, and you lost.

You saw Alfred and your buddies running over to you, and you wanted to cry even more. You didn't deserve the hugs or their love because you didn't win. You didn't win. Running off the podium, grabbing your bag, you heard them calling you, but you don't stop. Your feet are moving on their own, gasping for air, and you finally stopped running. You're in the middle of Gotham City's streets, and you finally break down crying. How will you win his love? How will you win his affection if you can't win a stupid archery match? Then hell, the Justice League—and you saw him right there, the great archer himself, down on his luck. He was beaten down and bruised just like you; his bow was nowhere to be seen, and you heard so many swooshing sounds that your ears could bleed. Half the Justice League is in Gotham, including Batman. You ran over to him, not running over to Batman—he can handle himself.

"Mr. Arrow, are you okay?" You heard a groan through the sound of buildings crashing down and people screaming and running away. You shouldn't be here on the ground; he shouldn't be here on ground level. But you couldn’t leave him. What kind of fan would you be if your favorite superhero died right in front of you? You have to find his bow. Shit, where is his bow? You're running around like crazy. Still, you saw the green bow. The earth shakes, making you look up; it was some kind of brick monster and he was gonna crush you. You rolled over, grabbing the bow and finding an arrow. You tried to run over to Green Arrow, but the floor was breaking underneath you, and you couldn't reach him. Falling on your back, you had to stop it somehow. If you didn't, Green Arrow is dead and gone.

You have to win. You have to save him. Putting the bow up to your face, back straight, eyes forward, elbow straight, bow near eye level—through a small hole in the beast's chest. If you could hit it, the fool is done for. But what if you lose? What if you don't win? What if this silver medal around your neck proves that you're a loser? You put your arm down just for a moment, but you heard the groan of Green Arrow. If he can lose, so can you. But if he can win every other day, you felt the toughness of his bowstring; it cut your fingertips, making you bleed. The pain makes you want to cry. You stained the bow with blood—your blood. It's gonna be his life on your hand if you don't shoot. Aim, shoot, aim, win, win, win, your brain screamed at you.

Letting the arrow fly, it hit the core, making the monster crumble. You finally won; thank God! You fell to your knees, looking down—blood coating the green bow red. You felt a hand on your shoulder; it was his. "Nice shot, kid!" That gruff voice—his voice. You're a winner, not a loser like the first time and the time before.

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kitoshii · 2 years ago

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whos ? subbot ! bunny hybrid ! male ! reader x domtop ! wolf hybrid ! male character | pt 2

lovin ? kinda psuedocest , feminization , breeding , degradation & praise , size kink / size difference , small reader , overstim …

your first meeting.. was a weird one. your moms telling you the two of you are going for dinner and of course this is a surprise - eating out is not a normal occurrence in your family, home cooked meals are much preferred, and you’re especially surprised when she says to dress in something nice. yet, you pick out clothes, something form flattering yet dressy, and the two of you are on your way to the restaurant when she proposes an idea, as if its from the top of her head. “why don’t we invite another to join us?”

youre naturally confused, but you don’t disagree, and reaching the restaurant, you’re greeted at your reserved table by two carnivores, huge ones at that, and your normally floppy ears perk up in interest. the younger one is tall, dark, and handsome and you’re swooning before you’ve even introduced yourself.

yet- you’re still confused. you’re not dumb, you can tell this was all previously planned and so as the night progresses a little more, you ask your mom about what’s going on. the oldest carnivore at the table barks out a little laugh, as does your mother, and the two explain that they’ve been seeing each other, and marriage is on the table.

so the tall, dark, and handsome wolf is going to be your tall, dark, and handsome brother. much less exciting than you’d have wished, although you are naturally happy for your mother. the night ends quite quickly, and the four of you say your goodbyes before parting ways.

your second meeting.. is what he can only describe as insufferable.

he thinks all of this is insanity. he swears under his breath, licking his fangs. his eyes are forced away from you- you, who is crossing your plush legs as you sit on the couch, leaning your weight on the armrest, exposing the side of your neck. a clean, soft surface is all he sees. something on you thats ready to be marked, littered with indents of his teeth and bruises that prove the presence of his lips on your neck- he adjusts himself where he sat, pulling his pants at the thighs to give relief to the problem he finds growing, quite literally, by the second. he’s afraid if he continues staring any longer he might do something he regrets.

he shouldn’t think this way, he knows he shouldn’t, he’s practically just met you, and under the promise of becoming siblings, but it’s not his fault, is it? you’re a pretty bunny boy, soft skin, soft ears, and soft tail on display for him, he’s known he was going to have a hard time since the moment he saw you - and even worse from the moment he smelt you. you’re so defenseless, the shorts that you’re wearing reveal far too much, your fair skin far too tempting, and your innocent eyes far too beautiful. he wants to ruin it all. he want’s to force you to have to put your guard up when he’s around, to rip the shorts off your plush thighs, exposing whats creating the small, compared to his, bulge in them, he wants to mark up your skin until you’re bleeding, nd he wants to strip the innocence from your eyes, forcing you to keep them closed tight as your tears struggle to crawl out.

his breath turns heavier, pants leaving his parted lips as he squeezes his eyes shut, running a hand through his hair - when he’s snapped out of his deep thoughts after your small hand is rested upon his arm and he’s suddenly aware that you’re directly in front of him- but the only thing he can focus on is your silky thighs, the cute bulge in the middle of them, and how much smaller your hand is than his because fuck, he could ruin you so easily it’s driving him insane.

a soft growl escapes from his throat and he notices the way your hand quickly retracts, and he finally tears his gaze away from his eye candy, trailing his eyes up to your face, noticing the way your long, soft ears pin backwards, as if you were a dog. worry is clear in your eyes and he raises an eyebrow, crossing his legs inconspicuously.

“are you feeling alright?” you mumble softly and his mouth opens for a second before its closed again, his fangs catching on his bottom lip. your voice is sweet like honey yet soft like velvet and his ears twitch, moving in obvious attention to you.

he doesn’t answer you, he’s not even sure if he can, choosing to simply nod his head as he stands up, towering over your small frame. he thinks he hears a squeak escape from you and his hard cock twitches in his pants, flitting through every fantasy that involves your mouth.

your third, fourth and fifth can all be considered normal, but your sixth meeting.. is surprisingly his breaking point.

he prides himself on his restraint. his ability to control his emotions, his urges- but the two of you are at your mothers house, and you are, as usual, far too relaxed, and wearing far too little clothing. he sits on a chair outside in the backyard, the shade a willow tree provides and the gentle wind cooling his face - while his lower half burns in desperation.

you’re none the wiser, innocently indulging in boy-ish behavior as you scavenge green grass for anything that may catch your eye, knees bending the blades underneath you. your back is to him - of course it is, he cant seem to catch a break, he mumbles irritatedly, curling his hands into fists from where they sat on the rests of the chair, his piercing eyes fixated on the curve of your ass, the arch of your back, the squish of your thighs, and the way he can perfectly see a prominent imprint of your balls when you bend far enough forward.

for a few moments he thinks you’re doing this on purpose, that you know of his perverted thoughts and are doing this to maybe punish him, but when your soft ears perk up, and you look back at him with sparkling eyes, a grin on your face to tell him that you’ve found, hell, a cool rock? he knows you wouldn’t do that. you couldn’t do that, you’re too dense to even notice the raging hard on in his pants every time you so much as giggle.

the two of you are inside now, still left alone with each other and you decide to join him where he stood in the kitchen, hungry for something. you open the fridge, leaning down to slide the fruit drawer open, bending at the waist and fuck..

“hm?” you ask, perking up, leaning over to peek at him from behind the fridge door. did he say that aloud?

he scans your face a few minutes before striding over to where you stood. your nose twitches in confusion and despite not being scared, your ears pin themselves back, like a dog. you take a step away from the fridge, beginning to close the door behind you before he’s on you, pressing his arm past your head quickly, closing the fridge door with a bang. you jump slightly, staring at him with big, confused, and worried eyes and his cock fucking jumps because -

“do you know that i.. am a predator?” he mumbles, looking down his nose at you with lidded eyes.

theres a flash of fear in your expression and your mouth gapes slightly. “i know.” you squeak after a beat of silence, trembling hands coming to hold onto your shirt at the chest area

“you know?” he repeats, tilting his head lightly, eyes narrowing as you nod, barely noticeable. “you don’t act like you know.”

a sharp breath escapes you and it takes a minute for you to think of an answer, treading lightly.

“how am i supposed.. to act?”

“..be wary of me. act like at any moment i will pounce on you because fuck, i could.” he growls slightly, moving himself so his forearm is propping him up on the fridge and not his hand - making an already close proximity impossibly closer.

“you could?” you repeat, staring up at him with the same big, innocent eyes but now theres something missing - the worry. the fear. “why haven’t you?” it’s a small mumble, almost a nervous stammer, quiet and hesitant but he heard it. of course he heard it, you’re the only thing he is - and has been focusing on for days.

his heavy breaths pick up, and his stare never falters from your face, slowly scanning your features with calculating movements, immediately catching any change, so when a smile creeps on your lips, a little less innocent than your eyes and in a way, teasing, he catches it. immediately. and he pounces.

a desperate, muffled cry escapes from your wet lips, his big fingers pressing against your soft tongue, sometimes slipping so far back they’d tease your uvula, making you choke around his digits. his big, thick cock presses against your flush thigh for just a moment, leaving a trail of precum.

his hand that wasnt occupied in keeping you a little quieter is three fingers into your hole, tapping your prostate so hard your body jerks with every press. he’s skilled with his hands, a cocky grin overtaking his face as his ears twitch with every cute sound from your throat and every sloppy sound from your asshole. you’re tight, too tight, he’s not quite sure his dick will fit passed the tip, but he knows you want it, and god knows he wants it too.

the thought of filling you up, of wrecking your small body and moulding you into a cockwhore for him has been infecting his mind like a virus, and he’d be damned if he stopped for anything but a safe word.

a sob fills his ears and suddenly he realizes you’d came a few seconds ago, your legs trembling and kicking up from overstimulation, sensitive dick pressing into the mattress involuntarily before jerking away.

he coos, quite condescendingly, slipping his wet fingers out of your hole, placing a light tap on your balls.

“was it too much for you, bunny?” he asks, pulling you up so your back was flush with his chest, watching as you nod with a dazed look on your tear filled face.

“yeah?” a mischievous grin that you’re unable to see spreads across his lips and wandering hands snake around you, squeezing your pretty thighs, before grasping your hard cock. his breath hitches as his entire hand envelops your small cock and his own twitches, a groan escaping his throat.

“fuck,” he laughs, watching as your hips attempt to pull away from his hand. “so fuckin small compared to me.” he grins, beginning to fist your cock, twisting his wrist around it. your reaction is immediate, a loud wail echoing through the room, your hands reaching out to clasp around his bigger one in a silent plea for mercy.

with reluctance, he gives it to you, letting you fall forward on to the bed. you sniffle, hiccuping softly before pushing yourself to your knees, arching your back as far as you could with your chest to the bed, presenting your ass to him, your fluffy tail wagging in desperation.

his mouth practically waters, hand finding its way down to his dick, closing it around himself before you reach your hands behind, spreading yourself apart to expose your twitching hole. this was you submitting , giving him full control of your body and the situation, and suddenly his instincts were screaming at him to breed you. to rut into you so much that his cum was spilling out, to imprint himself onto you, and to knock you up. to fuck you so full you had to carry his pups.

his stomach coiled and suddenly he couldn’t think, he couldn’t reason. the only thing clear to him was to breed, breed, breed.

he flips you onto your back, using a generous amount of lube, allowing his cockhead to catch onto your hole. you whimper - he’s bigger than his fingers - much thicker, much longer, and much, much hotter. you barely have time to prepare yourself before he’s grabbing your thighs in his hands, the skin spilling over his fingers at how tight his grip is - and suddenly his cock is fucked into you at full force. he bottoms out first thing and even the sound of your voice is delayed, the air being punched from your chest as your mouth hangs open in a silent scream, before a loud shriek does jump through his ears as he begins rutting into you, as if he were a dog in heat.

overtaken with how tight you are around him, and how small you are compared to him, he presses your knees up, bending you in half, watching his big cock sink into your tight hole, and the sight is almost what tips him over.

“fu-huck,” he moans, his pelvis slapping harshly against your thighs with every sharp, deliberate piston of his hips. “takin’ me so well baby, pretty cunts sucking me in so nicely.”

his deep voice riddled with obvious need and want has your ass squeezing around him, your dick twitching as it slaps against your stomach with every rough thrust.

your noises are punched out of you and then cut off with every thrust, the harshness of them making your brain spin and legs convulse. his hold on you does nothing to hide the shaking of your thighs and body, and it makes him groan in satisfaction, a smug smirk overtaking his face.

your drool and tears slide down your chin, pretty, soaked eyelashes batting quickly as you struggle between keeping your eyes open or letting them roll back. his large frame adjusts on top of you, thrusts never faltering despite his red, burning cock growing closer to release. the new angle allows him to hold your legs flush to your chest with his shoulders, while giving room to hold your clawing hands into place and he smirks, before leaning back slightly - and his entire body jerks forward, mouth falling open, fangs baring to pierce harshly into your neck as his eyes roll back because fuck - the bulge in your soft stomach is proof enough that he’s making room in your gut for his huge cock, because you’re just so fucking small.

you kick and cry at his teeth piercing your skin because it hurts, it hurts, but you’re marked and claimed and now he wont stop. teeth covering the expanse of your neck, cock drilling into your prostate with no sign of stopping anytime soon. all you can do is take it like a whore.

“thas’ it.. good girl, my cock was jus’ made for you, isn’t that right, bunny?” he growls and your hard cock spits out something like cum again at just his words because god, his deep voice, the constant stimulation on your prostate and the dirty talk did something to you.

he’s rutting into you so roughly, goin’ so hard nd deep, and you claw at his shoulders, blunt nails doing no real damage, begging him with wails and sobs to hurry up and cum because your tiny cock is so spent nd your tight hole is gonna be gaping afterwards with the effort of fitting such a large cock into you.

for a moment you think this was a bad idea - you think that he wont stop until you’re passed out, his instincts running his brain too wild, but with a thrust up into your stomach and a press down onto his cock bulge from the outside - with help from a desperate wail and a squeal that escaped your mouth - he’s cumming buckets into your soft stomach with a mumbled, “gonna fuckin breed you bunny,” pumping his hot, sticky load into you, filling you so much it’s leakin’ onto the sheets, his knot pressing painfully against your ass hole, threatening a breach as he ruts up feverishly, growls and titters leaving his throat, canines biting into his lip.

hellooo, im kiyoshi, your writer, nd his is my first fanfiction ! its very self indulgent, nd eng isn’t my first language but if you enjoyed, this is me askin’ you to please reblog nd maybe even follow me to support writers ! we can become great friends ! ^.^

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