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White Horse - Chapter 24: June 2024 - Part 5
Pairing: Max Verstappen x Isabelle Leclerc (Original Character)
Summary:
Max Verstappen is a World Champion. Isabelle Leclerc is invisible.
She watched her family give up everything for Charles’ career—Arthur’s karting, their father’s savings, even her childhood horse. She understood. She never asked for more.
But Max does. He notices the things no one else does, listens when no one else will, and puts her first in ways she never imagined. With him, she isn’t an afterthought—she’s a choice. And for the first time, she realizes she doesn’t have to be invisible.
Warnings and Notes: 
we have now moved on from Charles bashing to bashing his whole family, Discussions of toxic past relationships, talk about loosing a childhood pet, toxic families, mention of the loss of a parent.
As always big thanks to @llirawolf , who listens to me ramble
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Meanwhile on Twitter: 
@/F1TeaSpiller:  GUYS. BELLE LECLERC JUST CHANGED HER INSTAGRAM USERNAME. SHE'S NOW @/belleverstappen. I REPEAT. @/belleverstappen.
🔗 (screenshot)
@/MonacoRoyalty:  WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT
@/RedBullTroll33:  So you’re telling me… Isabelle. LECLERC. is now VERSTAPPEN?????
I need to lie down.
@/FerrariF1Pain: I THOUGHT I WAS HALLUCINATING WHEN I SAW THE NAME CHANGE. SHE REALLY MARRIED MAX. AND THEY DIDN’T TELL A SOUL. ICONIC BEHAVIOR TBH.
@/F1MemeLord:  Charles: forgot Belle’s birthday Belle: changed her last name to Verstappen in front of the entire internet Me: poetic cinema.
@/gridgossip: 
EVERYONE WAKE UP
BELLE LECLERC IS NOW BELLE VERSTAPPEN
MAX MARRIED CHARLES' SISTER AND DIDN'T TELL ANYONE
IM SHAKING
@/gridgossip: 
This is the softest, coldest, most brutal reveal of all time.
No announcement.
No photo dump.
No grand post.
Just a silent name change.
And now the whole grid is screaming.
@/f1memequeen:  MAX VERSTAPPEN SECRETLY MARRIED CHARLES LECLERC’S BABY SISTERAND THEY SOFT LAUNCHED WITH A HORSE AND A USERNAME UPDATE
THIS IS CINEMA.
@/F1ChaosClub: how it started: "whose hand gave max tea on stream??"
how it's going: "max verstappen is married to belle leclerc and nobody knew and now the internet is on fire"
@/TifosiTears: charles leclerc is about to log on and have the worst 24 hours of his life i fear 💀
@/MaxIsWinning: max verstappen winning on and off the track as per usual 😌
@/WifeGuyMax: max verstappen, known cat dad and now confirmed wife guy. we love character development 💍🐎🐈
@/GridChaosDaily: the grid when they realize belle verstappen = belle leclerc = max’s wife = charles’s sister = absolute chaos
(photo attached: stock photo of a man having a breakdown)
@/FerrariTears: Charles finding out his sister is now Belle Verstappen because of Instagram is the level of sibling drama we deserve in 2024.
@/TifosiMess: Prediction:
Charles: 🧍‍♂️😭
Arthur: 🧍‍♂️😵‍💫
Lorenzo: 🧍‍♂️😳
Pascale: 🧍‍♀️🫠 Meanwhile Belle and Max: 🏇🏡❤️
@/MonacoRoyalty: So let me get this straight:
Belle disappears for weeks
Drops a horse like it’s a handbag
Soft launches her new life
NOW SHE'S A VERSTAPPEN?? I NEED TO LIE DOWN.
@/LandoSimp44:  some of you OWE the soft launch detectives an apology. they said it. they were RIGHT.
@/RedBullUpdates MAX. VERSTAPPEN. MARRIED. BELLE. LECLERC. AND THEY HID IT FROM US FOR HOW LONG???
@/FerrariPain: the way the Leclerc brothers are probably finding this out at the SAME TIME AS US 😭😭😭
***
Group Chat: HELP ME
 (Members: Daniel Ricciardo, Lando Norris, Oscar Piastri, Lewis Hamilton, Carlos Sainz Jr., George Russell, Alex Albon, Nico Hulkenberg, Nico Rosberg, Sebastian Vettel, Mark Webber, David Coulthard, Sergio PÊrez, Fernando Alonso, Kimi RäikkÜnen, Zhou Guanyu, Logan Sergeant, Esteban Ocon, Lance Stroll and Valtteri Bottas)
Lando: HOLY SH*T
Lando: HOLD ON
Lando: SHUT UP EVERYONE
Lando: sends screenshot of @belleverstappen
Oscar: OH MY GOD
Daniel: I AM SCREAMING INTO A PILLOW
Lewis: I’m sorry. Am I hallucinating?? Because that says Verstappen. Not Leclerc.
George: BELLE. VERSTAPPEN. BELLE. FREAKING. VERSTAPPEN.
Carlos: Belle… changed her name…
Zhou: I THOUGHT I WAS READY BUT I WAS NOT READY
George: DID THAT JUST HAPPEN LIVE???
Carlos: I need a drink.
Alex: I AM SCREAMING.
Sebastian: Honestly? About time. Good for her.
Oscar: SHE CHANGED HER USERNAME TO BELLE VERSTAPPEN. THAT'S IT. THAT'S THE ANNOUNCEMENT.
Fernando: Max said "no press release, no statement, just pure chaos."
Daniel: Can we talk about the absolute audacity???
Zhou: Max dropping "I’m married" casually during a press conference and Belle changing her name quietly the night before Spain is PEAK Verstappen behavior.
Lando: I’m gonna cry. She’s not even dramatic about it. Just boop name change.
George: Meanwhile Charles is somewhere punching a wall.
Carlos: somewhere? Try several walls.
Lewis: No but seriously—Belle just silently won the whole internet.
Logan: It’s not even loud drama. It’s silent nuclear bomb energy.
Nico R.: Charles is probably Googling "how to politely kidnap your sister back."
Checo: Max playing 4D chess while Charles plays Candy Crush.
Fernando: And still losing at Candy Crush.
Kimi: Wake me up when someone crashes a press conference about it.
Oscar: Okay but real talk. I’m SO proud of her.
Lando: Same.
Lewis: She chose her happiness over their comfort. Respect.
Esteban: Someone check on Charles.
Fernando: No, no, let him suffer a bit longer. Character development.
Lance: Wait does this mean Max is Charles’ BROTHER-IN-LAW now???
Oscar: i just had a full body shiver
David: I would pay so much money for footage of Fred Vasseur reading this right now.
Mark: I would pay more to see Christian Horner's face.
George: NO ONE TELL PIERRE. Let’s just see what happens.
Logan: What if Belle walks into the paddock tomorrow wearing Verstappen merch. I would pass away.
Lewis: Max really married the one girl Charles forgot to look at properly. Poetic.
Nico R.: This is better than any soap opera I’ve ever seen.
Sebastian: Not Max breaking Ferrari and Leclerc family morale in one move. That’s championship material.
Oscar: Belle really said "forget my birthday? Watch this."
Carlos: Reminder: Max said he’s bringing her to the paddock tomorrow.
George: THEY’RE GOING PUBLIC IN PERSON TOO???
Oscar: CHAOS. COMPLETE CHAOS.
Alex: I have popcorn ready.
Lando: I'm not ready.
Daniel: None of us are.
***
Charles didn’t mean to open Instagram.
It had become a form of self-torture lately—every scroll a reminder of the silence on the other end of his unanswered texts, of the messages left on read, of the birthday that no one in the family had remembered except Belle herself.
But his thumb moved on autopilot during breakfast, and there it was.
Not a post. Not a story.
A name.
@belleverstappen
Charles blinked. Froze. Then blinked again.
No. That couldn’t be right.
He opened her profile.
Same photos. His sister’s profile. 
Charles stared at the screen.
Then he read the handle again.
@belleverstappen.
Verstappen.
A cold sweat started to gather at the back of his neck.
“Non… non non non…” Charles muttered, sitting bolt upright in his chair.
Across the hotel room, Alexandra looked up from her hair straightener. “What now?”
“Arthur,” he said, too sharp, holding his phone up like it was infected. “Look at this.”
Arthur, still halfway through a bowl of cereal, leaned over and squinted. He choked immediately.
“No. No, no, no. She didn’t.”
“She did!” Charles said, nearly tripping over his chair. “She changed her name!”
Arthur shoved his cereal away like it had personally betrayed him. “Wait—what does that mean? Did she get married? Wait, is this real?”
“What does it mean?” Charles asked, genuinely baffled. “Why would she—what—Why Verstappen?”
And then, like a bolt of catastrophic lightning:
“Oh my god. Is Jos Verstappen her sugar daddy??”
A sound of pure horror came from behind him.
“CHARLES!” Alexandra snapped. “What the hell?!”
Arthur looked like he had been personally insulted by the sentence. “Are you out of your mind?”
“I’m just saying—Verstappen! She’s going by Verstappen!”
Charles was already pacing. “She was always weirdly polite to Jos. Maybe he—maybe it’s him.He’s always lurking around the paddock! And she moved out a year ago and never told us. She quit her job. Someone’s clearly supporting her!”
Arthur looked horrified. “Charles. Please. That’s insane.”
Alexandra looked at Charles like he’d grown a second head. “You do realize Jos Verstappen is married, right? Like, currently. Publicly. Has been for years.”
“I saw her smile at Jos in Monaco!” Charles snapped. “And she said he was polite to her at the garage and she’s been so—so secretive and she quit her job and she got a horse—”
“CHARLES,” Alexandra interrupted, hands in the air. “Jos Verstappen is married.”
Charles blinked. “What?”
Arthur groaned and threw a pillow across the room. “Oh my god. This is actually the stupidest conclusion you’ve reached this month, and I was the one that thought Belle was being kept by a sugar daddy with a skincare routine.”
“IT MAKES SENSE AT THE TIME,” Charles insisted.
There was a knock, and Nicholas Todt stepped into the room, holding his tablet with the solemn expression of a man walking into a fire.
“Tell me this is not real,” Nicholas said, holding up a screenshot of Belle’s Instagram page.
“Oh, it’s real,” Arthur said, grimacing.
“Charles, please tell me this is not the first time you’re hearing about this.”
Charles opened and closed his mouth.
Nicholas pinched the bridge of his nose and sat down heavily. “This is a PR disaster. If the media connects her to Max—”
“Wait,” Charles said slowly. “Why would the media connect her to Max?”
Everyone turned.
“You’re joking,” Alexandra said.
“What?” Charles asked, defensive.
“She changed her name to Verstappen,” Nicolas deadpanned. “What do you think it is?”
“She can’t be married to Max!” Charles blurted. “Someone would’ve told me!”
Joris, who had been quiet until now, finally looked up from his coffee with the most satisfied look on his face.
Joris shrugged. “Good for her.”
Charles stared. “Good for—what?”
“She’s been invisible to all of you for years,” Joris said bluntly. “And now she’s making herself seen. About damn time.”
Charles looked between them all, suddenly feeling like he was at the center of a soap opera everyone else had watched already.
“No,” he whispered. “It can’t be Max.”
Arthur looked vaguely nauseous. Joris looked like he had several things to say and none of them were polite.
Charles could feel the room closing in. “This is not happening.”
“I actually thought it might be Zhou,” Alexandra said mildly. “Or Lewis. They’re both polite. Hot. Emotionally intelligent.”
“Okay, please stop talking,” Charles groaned.
Arthur sat down beside him. “Do you think she’ll be at the paddock tomorrow?”
“If she shows up wearing Verstappen gear, I’m gonna throw myself in the gravel,” Charles muttered.
Alexandra raised an eyebrow. “No, you’re going to smile, and wave, and act like a supportive brother who didn’t forget she existed.”
"Max," he repeated dumbly. "Max Verstappen. My biggest rival. The guy who stole my karting trophies when we were twelve."
Arthur shrugged. "Apparently, he didn’t just steal your trophies."
Alexandra smirked behind her hand.
Nicolas rubbed his temples like he had a migraine.
Charles sat down heavily in the nearest chair, completely and utterly defeated.
Belle was married. To Max Verstappen. And the whole world knew.
Everyone except him.
She hadn’t said a word.
She’d just changed her name.
And somehow, that said everything.
****
Text Messages: Arthur Leclerc & Lorenzo Leclerc
Arthur: hey you up?
Lorenzo: I am now. What’s going on?
Arthur: don’t freak out but we need to tell maman something before she finds out from the internet
Lorenzo: Arthur. Tell me now.
Arthur: Isabelle changed her Instagram username. It’s belleverstappen now.
Lorenzo: … what.
Arthur: like not “dating” Verstappen not “soft launch” Verstappen I mean she married him she’s married like legally. emotionally. spiritually. all of it.
Lorenzo: What do you MEAN she’s married to Max Verstappen?! When?! How?! WHY didn’t we KNOW?!
Arthur: because we were all too busy forgetting her birthday and ignoring her for years? just a theory. 🙃
Lorenzo: Jesus Christ. Does Charles know?
Arthur: not until like five minutes ago. he thought she was dating JOS I’m not kidding.
Lorenzo: … of course he did.
Arthur: look can you please talk to maman like right now because the whole paddock is going to know soon and if she sees this online first she’s going to cry and then go full French Catholic guilt spiral and none of us are emotionally prepared for that
Lorenzo: On it.
Arthur: thank you. 
Good luck
***
Group Chat: GRID 2024 
Members: Max Verstappen, Charles Leclerc, Carlos Sainz Jr., Lando Norris, Oscar Piastri, Lewis Hamilton, George Russell, Alex Albon, Logan Sergeant, Daniel Ricciardo, Nico HĂźlkenberg, Lance Stroll, Fernando Alonso, Sergio PĂŠrez, Esteban Ocon, Zhou Guanyu, Logan Sargeant, Pierre Gasly, Yuki Tsunoda, and Valtteri Bottas
Charles: MAX. ANSWER YOUR PHONE.
Charles: TELL ME THIS ISN’T TRUE. TELL ME THIS IS SOME STUPID INTERNET RUMOUR. MAX. DID YOU MARRY MY SISTER?
Max: Yes.
Charles: AND YOU LET ME WALK AROUND THE PADDOCK FOR WEEKS LIKE AN IDIOT.
Max: We got married in Monaco. She wanted to keep it private.
Charles: YOU GOT MARRIED AND YOU DIDN’T TELL ME??
Charles: YOU DIDN’T THINK I DESERVED TO KNOW THAT MY BABY SISTER WAS MARRYING MY BIGGEST RIVAL??
Pierre: wait wait wait what do you mean married Isabelle???
Yuki: SOMEONE EXPLAIN WHAT IS HAPPENING
Carlos: Charles—
Charles: HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN TOGETHER? HOW LONG HAS THIS BEEN A THING??
Carlos: Over a year.
Charles: I’M GOING TO SCREAM.
Charles: I’m going to absolutely LOSE MY MIND. You’ve all been lying to me. For MONTHS.
Charles: WHO KNEW?? I WANT A FULL LIST. RIGHT NOW. I SWEAR I WILL GO THROUGH PHONE RECORDS.
Lewis: It wasn’t our secret to tell.
George: They weren’t hiding it to hurt you. They were protecting each other.
Lando: Also, you literally forgot her birthday. You don’t exactly have the moral high ground here.
Charles: SHE’S MY SISTER.
Max: She’s my wife. Stop yelling like you own her.
Charles: SHE’S FAMILY.
Max: This isn’t about you, Charles.
Charles: SHE IS MY SISTER. MY FAMILY. AND NONE OF YOU THOUGHT I MIGHT WANT TO KNOW SHE MARRIED SOMEONE WHO’S BEEN TRYING TO BEAT ME SINCE KARTING.
Oscar: She didn’t forget to tell you. She chose not to.
Charles: SHUT UP, OSCAR.
Carlos: Hey.
Charles: NO. YOU TOO. YOU REMEMBERED HER BIRTHDAY. AND YOU SAID NOTHING.
Carlos: Because she asked me to. Because she knew you’d react exactly like this.
Charles: SO MY SISTER MARRIES MAX VERSTAPPEN AND I’M THE VILLAIN??
Max: You remember that now?
Charles: You think this is funny?
Max: No. I think it’s sad. That it took a ring on her finger and a horse on Instagram for you to realize she was gone.
Charles: You went behind my back. You should have told me.
Max: She didn’t want to. And I respect her choices. Which is more than I can say for you.
Charles: I’M HER BROTHER.
Max: Then maybe act like it. Because right now? You’re just noise.
George: Charles, this isn’t about you anymore.
Alex: It’s about Belle. And how she had to build a new life because her old one didn’t see her.
Oscar: And Max did.
Max:If you're done shouting, maybe try asking yourself why she trusted me with her future and not you.
Charles: …
Yuki: can someone please give me a recap. i feel like i skipped six seasons.
Pierre: I JUST FOUND OUT HE MARRIED HER AND NOW HE’S DRAGGING CHARLES INTO THE VOID I NEED TO LIE DOWN
Daniel: someone get Pierre a fan, he’s hyperventilating.
Charles: EVERYONE SHUT UP. EVERYONE JUST STOP.
Charles: I’M FINDING HER. SHE’S AT THE TRACK, RIGHT? I’M FINDING HER RIGHT NOW.
Lewis: Charles.
Charles: WHAT.
Lewis: Do not ambush her. You don’t get to demand explanations from someone you forgot how to see.
Charles: I DIDN’T—
George: You forgot her birthday, Charles.
Oscar: You didn’t notice when she moved. You didn’t notice when she quit her job. You didn’t notice when she stopped showing up to family events.
Carlos: You didn’t notice her.
Charles: I just want to talk to her.
Max: Then wait until she’s ready. You’ve taken a lot of things from her, Charles. You don’t get to take this, too.
Charles: You don’t get to talk to me about what I’ve taken.
Max: No? Then let me talk to you about what you didn’t give her.
Max: Time. Attention. Respect. Support.
Max: All the things she gave you without question. All the things you never gave back.
Yuki: i’m so uncomfortable but also very invested
Pierre: i feel like we should log off
Charles: ...is anyone going to back me up here?
Esteban: You kind of lost the moral high ground at “is she dating Jos.”
Logan: ngl we all knew but we also knew you’d react like this.
Lewis: This isn’t about us. It’s about her. You need to let her decide if and when she wants to let you back in.
Charles: She’s my sister.
Max: She’s my wife.
Max: And if you ever want a place in her life again, maybe start by realizing you don’t get to gatekeep her happiness.
Carlos: Max. Enough.
Max: I’m done.
The rest is up to her.
Not me.
And sure as hell not you.
***
Pascale Leclerc had always prided herself on knowing her children.
She had lived through the chaos of karting and exam seasons, through Arthur’s scraped knees and Charles’ broken hearts, through Lorenzo’s silent strength and Isabelle’s quiet brilliance.
She had watched them grow up like a garden — each one different, wild in their own way, but hers.
And yet now, as she stood in her kitchen — untouched tea cooling in her hands — she felt like she was staring at a house that had quietly caught fire.
And she hadn’t even smelled the smoke.
Lorenzo stood by the doorway, tense but calm in that way only he could be. 
He had always been the family’s voice of reason, the one who didn’t panic, who showed up with logistics when the others brought emotions.
But tonight, there was something sharp beneath his composure. A tightness around the mouth. A shadow in his voice.
“Something happened,” Pascale had said, the moment he arrived.
Lorenzo didn’t answer right away.
He looked at her — really looked at her — like he wasn’t sure how to begin. Like he was about to hand her a truth that couldn’t be unspoken.
“Isabelle got married,” he said quietly.
The words didn’t register at first. Not fully.
They sat in the air, strange and unfamiliar, like hearing a sentence in a language she hadn’t spoken in years.
“What?” Pascale asked, blinking.
“Isabelle,” Lorenzo said again, slowly. “She got married. A few weeks ago. In Monaco.”
Her breath caught.
“To who?”
Lorenzo hesitated. “Max Verstappen.”
The name hit harder than the sentence.
Pascale lowered herself into the nearest chair like her legs no longer trusted her.
“She’s… married,” she said, tasting the word. “To Max. And we didn’t even know?”
Lorenzo sat across from her. “We didn’t even know she was in a relationship, Maman. We didn’t know she moved. That she quit her job. We didn’t know anything.”
Pascale stared at the table, at her own hands folded around a now-cold mug.
It was her fault.
Hers.
Because she had believed silence meant peace. She had assumed that just because Isabelle didn’t complain, she was content.
And in doing so, she had let her daughter disappear. Slowly. Quietly. Without fanfare.
“She didn’t want us to know?” Pascale asked, voice small.
“No,” Lorenzo said gently. “Because we’ve given her every reason to believe we only care when it’s convenient. When it’s public. When it’s about Charles.”
Pascale felt her eyes sting. “I thought… I thought she would come to me, if it was serious.”
“She did,” Lorenzo said, not unkindly. “She just stopped waiting for us to see her.”
Pascale pressed a hand over her mouth.
“I didn’t even know she still believed in love,” she whispered. “After everything we asked her to give up. After everything we never gave back.”
“She did,” Lorenzo said. “And he gives it to her.”
Silence stretched between them — thick with guilt and revelation.
“I missed her wedding,” Pascale said softly.
“We all did,” Lorenzo replied. “But we don’t have to miss everything else.”
Pascale’s hand trembled as she set the tea aside. It sloshed slightly over the rim — unnoticed.
“I missed her wedding,” she repeated, more to herself than to Lorenzo.
He didn’t speak. He knew better than to offer hollow comfort.
“I missed her,” Pascale whispered. “I missed everything.”
The silence sat heavy between them, stretching until it felt like a second skin. Pascale reached for her phone on the table — out of habit, out of desperation — and stared at the screen like it might offer her redemption.
A single name burned in her memory.
Isabelle.
Her thumb hovered, hesitating over old messages, until finally, she opened the thread.
It was all still there. Every breadcrumb of her failure.
Ma chérie… I didn’t realise. I thought I messaged you, but I sent it to Charles by mistake. That’s not an excuse. You deserved more. Always. Please let me come see you. I miss you.
Even reading it now, Pascale felt the shame wash through her like floodwater.
It was a lie. She had forgotten.
Not just the day. Not just the message.
She had forgotten her daughter — in the way that mattered most.
“I lied to her,” Pascale said aloud, her voice cracking.
Lorenzo closed his eyes like he was bracing for a storm. “Maman…”
“When I messaged her,” Pascale said,  tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. “After I forgot her birthday. I didn’t want her to think I forgot.  I told her I meant to text her — that I accidentally sent it to Charles instead. But that wasn’t true. I did. I forgot. I forgot the day she was born. And then I lied because I couldn’t bear the thought of her knowing that. I didn’t remember until Charles reminded us. I lied to make it seem like I hadn’t failed her. But I did. I have. Over and over again.”
Lorenzo’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t interrupt.
“I told myself she was strong. That she didn’t need as much,” Pascale continued, tears now slipping freely down her cheeks. “She didn’t fight for attention. She didn’t make noise. She just… quietly endured. I thought that meant she was fine.”
“She wasn’t,” Lorenzo said softly.
“I know that now,” Pascale whispered. “But it’s too late to be there for the little girl who cried when we sold her horse. Or the young woman who spent her graduation alone because we were all watching a race.”
Pascale looked up, eyes brimming.
“But maybe it’s not too late for the woman she’s become. The one who found someone who sees her. Who loves her enough to ask for her forever, even when she felt invisible.”
Lorenzo nodded slowly. “You’ll have to show her. Not just say it.”
“I don’t even know if she’ll want to hear from me,” Pascale said.
“You’ll try anyway,” he replied. “Because that’s what she deserved all along. Someone who didn’t need a reminder to show up.”
The air shifted slightly — still heavy, still painful, but no longer suffocating.
Pascale exhaled shakily and picked up her phone again.
“I want to fix it,” Pascale said eventually. “I don’t know how, but I want to try. I don’t want her to think we only care now because she married someone famous.”
“Then don’t start with an apology for missing the wedding,” Lorenzo said, voice low but steady. “Start with an apology for everything before it.”
***
Group Chat: HELP ME
 (Members: Daniel Ricciardo, Lando Norris, Oscar Piastri, Lewis Hamilton, Carlos Sainz Jr., George Russell, Alex Albon, Nico Hulkenberg, Nico Rosberg, Sebastian Vettel, Mark Webber, David Coulthard, Sergio PÊrez, Fernando Alonso, Kimi RäikkÜnen, Zhou Guanyu, Logan Sergeant, Esteban Ocon, Lance Stroll and Valtteri Bottas)
Lando: (sends screenshots)
Lando: okay so we all agree that was… A Lot™?
George: “Then maybe act like it.” Cold. Accurate. Deserved.
Lewis: I was hoping Charles would reflect Not double down on the yelling and gaslighting
Carlos: He kept yelling “SHE’S MY SISTER” like it was a spell It’s not. It’s just a fact. And not one he treated with care.
Zhou: I’m honestly mad at him. Belle deserved better than that meltdown.
Daniel: She’s been waving white flags for YEARS. The fact that she had to marry Max Verstappen for him to finally notice is… tragic.
Logan: He tried to make it all about himself. Again.
Esteban: And he really told Max “you went behind my back” like Belle is property
Sebastian: Disrespectful. Self-centered. Deflecting guilt into rage. I like Charles. But this? This was ugly.
Lance: You could see the second-hand shame through the screen
Valtteri: Honestly, I don’t blame Max for losing patience.
Nico R.: He gave Charles every opportunity to calm down. Charles chose violence.
Oscar: “Which is more than I can say for you.” Yeah. That line still lives in my head.
Fernando: Max protected her. Period. Charles tried to make it about rivalry. One of them is married. The other is playing victim.
Mark: I love when people forget that Max is scary when he loves someone Not just when he races
David: Charles thought the betrayal was the secret The real betrayal is that she stopped counting on him, and he never noticed
George: And now he’s blaming everyone except himself.
Lando: What exactly did he expect? That she’d send a save-the-date and beg for attention?
Lewis: She already did. Every time she showed up and got ignored.
Sebastian: She didn’t disappear. She just stopped asking to be seen.
Alex: And I’m done coddling Charles about that.
Carlos: Same.
Oscar: She chose happiness. He called it betrayal. That says everything.
Zhou: Should we be worried about today?
Daniel: We should be prepared. Max said he’s bringing her to the paddock. And Charles? He’ll implode.
Fernando: Let him. Maybe he’ll finally listen if it’s in public.
Lewis: He doesn’t deserve answers. He deserves the silence he gave her.
George: And if she does say anything to him, it’s her choice.
***
Belle had never liked the paddock.
Not because it wasn’t impressive — it was. Efficient, loud, organized chaos. But because it had never really felt like hers. Not even when Charles had brought her around as a teenager, wide-eyed and silent, watching her brothers shake hands and pose for cameras while she trailed two steps behind.
She knew how invisible you could be in a place like this.
But not today.
Not now.
She stepped through the gates with Max beside her — her fingers laced in his, steady and certain — and the hush that fell over the paddock was immediate.
Belle could feel it.
The weight of eyes. The slow, sharp recognition rippling outward from person to person like a silent explosion. Some turned to look, others tried not to, but they all felt it. The shift. The fact that something had changed.
That she had changed.
Max didn’t break stride. Neither did she.
The sun was warm on her shoulders, but the Red Bull jacket she wore — his, oversized and soft — felt like armor. Familiar. Safe. She’d tugged it from his closet that morning while he was brushing his teeth, said nothing as she slipped it on, and Max had only smiled at her like she was everything in the world worth looking at.
He hadn’t let go of her hand since.
Belle didn’t smile, but she didn’t flinch either.
She looked ahead, chin high, expression calm. If they wanted something loud — a statement, a spectacle — they weren’t going to get it.
They’d get this.
Her wedding band catching the light. Her hand in Max’s. Her name — Belle Verstappen — already echoing through the internet.
Let them talk.
She heard someone near the McLaren garage whisper, “Oh my god, it’s really her.” Heard another murmur, “She’s wearing his jacket.”
Belle didn’t look. She didn’t have to.
She could feel the stares. Could feel the quiet scramble of the media trying to decide whether or not to speak. To ask. To breathe.
She kept walking.
Max leaned in slightly, barely tilting his head toward her, and said under his breath, “Still with me?”
Belle’s lips curved — just slightly. “Always.”
His thumb brushed along the side of her hand in response. The smallest touch. But enough.
They moved through the paddock like a weather system — calm on the surface, but electric underneath. Some drivers straightened up when they passed. Some looked away. One engineer dropped their tablet. Someone near the Ferrari garage gasped.
Belle didn’t look toward it.
She didn’t need to see Charles to know he was watching.
She could feel it — that specific burn of a sibling’s shock, of betrayal, of too-late recognition. And it hurt, somewhere deep in her chest. But it didn’t undo her.
Not this time.
Max gave her fingers a gentle squeeze.
She kept walking.
Every step felt like reclaiming something. Every heartbeat steadier than the last.
Let them stare. Let them wonder.
They hadn’t seen her before. They hadn’t heard her.
Now they would.
Quietly. Unapologetically.
This was her life.
And Belle Verstappen wasn’t hiding anymore.
***
@/GridGossip: 🚨BREAKING: BELLE VERSTAPPEN JUST WALKED INTO THE PADDOCK HOLDING MAX’S HAND She’s wearing his jacket An emerald engagement ring And a gold wedding band I’m shaking. I’m actually shaking. 📸 (zoomed photo)
@/F1TeaSpiller: Forget soft launches. Belle Verstappen just HARD LAUNCHED HER ENTIRE MARRIAGE That’s a wedding ring, babes. A wedding ring.
@/RedBullTroll33: Max Verstappen didn’t post a wedding photo. Didn’t do an announcement. Just walked into the paddock with his wife wearing a rock the size of my student debt. Power move.
@/FerrariF1Pain: The Leclerc family watching Belle walk in like: 👁👄👁 With a RING With MAX In his jacket Wearing the smirk of a woman who’s been underrated for too long
@/f1memequeen: That emerald engagement ring is screaming “I don’t need your approval, I already have his last name” And honestly?? Obsessed.
@/WifeGuyMax: Everyone: when will Max post Belle? Max: I’ll bring Belle. Max: To the paddock. Max: With a gold band on her finger. Max: Say hello to my wife.
@/GridChaosDaily: Belle is wearing a gold wedding band and an engagement ring the size of a walnut and hasn’t blinked once Meanwhile Charles looks like he’s on the verge of spontaneously combusting
@/MonacoRoyalty: THE RING THE JACKET THE HAND-HOLDING THE WALK SHE’S THE MAIN CHARACTER
@/MaxIsWinning: Max Verstappen said:
Emerald ring ✔️
Gold band ✔️
My jacket ✔️
My hand ✔️
My wife ✔️ Legend.
@/f1memequeen: Belle: walks in calmly Internet: 💍😱🔥👗👀💀💍👑 The power of SILENCE
@/LandoSimp44: me: I’m over the Verstappen-Leclerc marriage drama also me: zooming in on the ring like it’s the Mona Lisa
@/FerrariTears: Charles is looking at that gold band like it personally betrayed him Arthur’s gone full ghost mode Pascale is probably praying in a dark room Meanwhile Belle’s just casually wearing a 5-figure emerald like it’s nothing
@/F1MemeLord: Belle: marries Max Verstappen in secret Charles: forgets her birthday Belle: walks into the paddock with a ring and a husband The plot arc is insane. The payoff? Cinematic.
@/gridgossip: MAX WALKING IN WITH HIS WIFE AND ZERO APOLOGY IS THE MOST VERSTAPPEN THING TO EVER HAPPEN
@/TifosiTears: Belle really said: you forgot me? let me introduce you to my husband and this giant green rock
***
The moment they stepped inside the Red Bull garage, Belle felt the shift.
It wasn’t like entering a room. It was like crossing a threshold — one she could never go back from.
There were voices, radio chatter, tire warmers humming. Mechanics moved with sharp efficiency. But as Max walked in with her hand still folded in his, everything… slowed.
Heads turned. Not in shock — they all knew by now. But in curiosity. 
She was part of it now.
Max dropped his bag with practiced ease, nodded at one of the engineers, and then looked back at her like she was the only thing that mattered in the room.
“You okay?” he asked, voice low, just for her.
Belle nodded, though her heart was fluttering too fast. “Yeah. Just—this is a lot.”
“You don’t have to talk to anyone if you don’t want to.”
“I want to,” she said quietly. “I want to meet the people who know the version of you I don’t get at home.”
Max smiled like that meant more than she realized — like she’d just handed him something no one else ever had.
“Alright,” he murmured. “Time to meet the chaos.”
Belle only had a second to steel herself before she heard the gruff voice.
“About time you brought her here.”
Jos.
He was already standing near the back wall of the garage, arms folded, mouth tugged up in something that resembled a smile. As he looked at her properly, something softened in his expression. Something almost proud.
“See you survived the vultures,” he said drily, and she couldn’t help but laugh. 
She blinked — caught off guard — and then smiled. “I’m told it’s a survival skill.”
Jos chuckled — actually chuckled — and nodded. “Good. You’ll need it.”
“Papa,” Max greeted casually, unbothered by the tension humming in the air. “Thanks for being here. You’ll keep an eye on her while I’m in the car.”
Belle blinked, surprised. “You didn’t tell me that.”
Max smiled slightly. “Didn’t want to stress you out.”
Jos’s lips twitched. Just barely.
“Sit where you want,” he said to her. “It’s quieter at the back. And if anyone annoys you, tell them you married a Verstappen. That’ll scare them off.”
Max gave him a look. Jos ignored him entirely.
Before Belle could respond, a familiar voice called out from just inside the garage.
“Well, well. You’re finally in the right garage.”
She turned — and smiled fully for the first time that day.
Gianpiero Lambiase stood near his station, headset already slung around his neck, amusement lighting his usually serious expression.
“Hi, GP,” Belle said warmly.
He approached, offering a half-hug, half-handshake that was somehow the perfect balance of affection and professionalism. “Max said you’d be here, but I figured he was bluffing.”
“I almost backed out,” Belle admitted. “Then he bribed me with his jacket and pancakes.”
“Classic Verstappen tactics,” GP deadpanned. “Food, flattery, and limited emotional vocabulary.”
Max, passing behind them, muttered, “I can still hear you.”
GP grinned, unfazed. “Welcome, Belle. We’ve all been betting on when you'd show up.”
She arched a brow. “And who won?”
“Helmut,” GP said, disgusted. “Which is horrifying.”
Max returned, tugging lightly on her sleeve. “Come on. Christian wants to meet you.”
Belle exhaled, nerves fluttering again, but she followed Max past rows of screens and engineers until they stopped in front of Christian Horner, who turned to greet them with the ease of a man who’d already been briefed but was pretending he hadn’t.
“Well, you’ve caused quite the storm.”
Christian Horner.
He approached with that signature half-smile of his, hands in his pockets, a subtle look of curiosity behind the polite charm.
“So this is the mysterious Mrs. Verstappen,” he said warmly. “Finally. The woman who managed to tame our reigning champion. Or so the rumors say.”
“I don’t think anyone tames Max,” Belle said dryly.
Christian laughed. “You might be right. But clearly, you’re the exception.”
She extended a hand, and he shook it firmly.
“Christian Horner,” he added, even though she obviously knew.
“Belle Verstappen,” she said quietly — testing the name again. Feeling it settle.
Christian’s gaze flicked to her left hand, where the emerald caught the overhead lights. “Well, it’s official now. Welcome to the madness.”
Belle took a slow breath as they stepped deeper into the garage, Max’s hand briefly grazing her lower back before he peeled off toward his car.
She watched him go, then looked around at the controlled chaos of Red Bull’s world — the data streams, the techs, the noise, the anticipation.
And for the first time in a long time, she didn’t feel like she was standing on the outside of someone else’s life.
She was here.
She was his.
And the garage was exactly where she was supposed to be.
***
Arthur wasn’t sure what he expected.
Maybe denial. Maybe chaos. Maybe the internet was wrong — maybe Belle hadn’t really married Max Verstappen. Maybe someone had faked the name change. Maybe it was a fever dream.
But then he saw them.
Isabelle. Walking into the paddock like she belonged there. Wearing Max’s jacket. Wearing a wedding band. Holding his hand.
Arthur froze mid-step outside the Ferrari hospitality unit. His coffee trembled in his grip. For a second, he genuinely forgot how to breathe.
Because it wasn’t just that Isabelle was there.
It was the way Max glanced at her every few steps, the way she leaned in slightly when the crowd pressed too close. The way their fingers didn’t untangle, not once. Not even when flashes went off or someone whispered her name like it was blasphemy.
She looked calm. Not smug. Not afraid. Just… calm.
And that was what undid Arthur most.
Because she’d never looked like that before — not at races, not around the family, not anywhere she’d ever been expected to play the silent sibling to Charles’ glory.
She looked like herself. Like someone who had finally been given permission to take up space.
And beside him, Charles looked like he was about to snap.
“Unbelievable,” Charles muttered, voice too low and too bitter. “He couldn’t even tell me. He had to parade her in front of everyone like this?”
Arthur tore his eyes away from Isabelle — reluctantly — and turned toward his older brother.
“Are you serious right now?” he asked.
Charles flinched. “What?”
“She’s walking in with her husband, Charles. Not doing a press tour. What did you think was going to happen?”
“I thought maybe—” Charles stopped, jaw tight. “Maybe she’d have the decency to talk to me first.”
Arthur stared at him. “Decency? Are you hearing yourself?”
Charles ran a hand through his hair, agitated. “She’s my sister—”
“And you’re acting like she’s your possession.”
Charles turned on him. “I’m not—”
“Yes, you are!” Arthur snapped, stepping closer, voice sharp. “You’re acting like she owed you something when all she ever wanted was to be treated like she mattered!”
“Don’t twist this, Arthur,” Charles said, low and warning.
Arthur laughed — harsh, disbelieving. “You forgot her birthday. We forgot her birthday!”
“That was a mistake—”
“We forgot her birthday, and then when she finally chooses herself, finally chooses someone who sees her, you make it about you?”
“She married Max—”
“She married someone who shows up for her,” Arthur interrupted. “Which is more than we’ve done in years.”
Charles’ face tightened.
Arthur kept going. “You don’t get to be the victim here. Not when she’s spent years watching you get cheered while she was ignored. Not when she begged for scraps of attention and we gave her nothing.”
Charles looked like he wanted to argue. He didn’t.
“She stopped trying to be seen by us,” Arthur said quietly. “Because she found someone who already sees her.”
Charles swallowed hard, eyes flicking toward the Red Bull garage where Belle had disappeared with Max minutes ago. “I just… I didn’t think she’d leave us like that.”
“She didn’t leave,” Arthur said. “We just never noticed when she stopped waiting.”
Silence.
Thick. Tense. Regretful.
Charles looked down, jaw clenched. He didn’t say sorry. Not yet. Maybe not ever.
Arthur sighed and set his coffee down on the table beside him.
“If you want to be part of her life now, Charles,” he said. “You’re going to have to show her that you’re finally willing to see her. Not as your sister. As herself.”
Then he walked away, leaving Charles in the middle of the paddock — alone, surrounded by people, and for the first time, not the main character.
***
Belle had just sat down with a cup of tea in the quiet corner of Red Bull hospitality when she heard it.
A voice. Sharp. French-accented. Not loud, but unmistakably firm.
She looked up instinctively — and wasn’t surprised.
Arthur.
Standing just outside the entrance, shoulders tense, hands stuffed into his hoodie pockets like he was trying to shrink into himself. He’d clearly made it through the first layer of staff with that Leclerc charm that used to get him everywhere.
Unfortunately for him, Jos Verstappen was standing by the doorway.
And Jos did not do charm.
“What exactly do you think you’re doing here?” Jos asked, arms crossed tightly over his chest.
Arthur hesitated. “I just—I wanted to talk to her.”
“This isn’t Ferrari,” Jos said, voice calm but cutting. “You don’t get to stroll in here after throwing a tantrum across half the paddock and acting like your sister’s marriage is some kind of betrayal.”
Arthur flushed. “I didn’t throw a tantrum—”
“You don’t belong here,” Jos said. “Not after this morning. Not after the way your brother behaved.”
Arthur’s face flushed. “I came her to…”
“To what?” Jos stepped closer. “Apologize on behalf of Charles? Defend him? Make excuses for how you treated her?”
“No!” Arthur said quickly, hands up. “No. I’m not here for Charles. I’m here for her.”
Belle stood before she even realized she’d moved.
“Jos,” she said, voice soft but clear. “It’s fine.”
He turned toward her, frowning. “Belle—”
“I want to talk to him,” she said.
And for the first time in a very long time, she saw someone else hesitate when talking to her.
Jos studied her face for a beat. Whatever he saw must have been enough, because he gave a terse nod and stepped back. Not far. But far enough to say I’m still watching.
Arthur looked like he was bracing for impact as she walked toward him.
Belle stopped a few steps away, arms crossed loosely. She didn’t hug him. Didn’t cry. 
He stopped a little too far away, hands in his pockets, guilt etched into every line of his face.
“You weren’t really trying to sneak past Jos Verstappen, were you?” she finally asked dryly.
Arthur groaned. “I thought maybe if I moved fast enough, he wouldn’t see me.”
A faint smile tugged at Belle’s mouth. “He used to spot Max sneaking out after curfew with a hoodie pulled over his head. You never had a chance.”
Arthur groaned. “I thought maybe if I moved fast enough, he’d blink.”
“He never blinks,” she said.
He cracked a smile, brief and sheepish. “You look good.”
Her expression softened, barely. “You look like you haven’t slept.”
“I haven’t,” he admitted. “Charles is sulking like it’s a championship sport. Maman’s crying into a croissant. Lorenzo’s trying to schedule a family meeting like it’s a UN crisis summit.”
Belle sighed, gaze drifting past him for a moment. “I figured.”
He hesitated. “I didn’t come to defend anyone. Not Charles. Not Maman. I just… I needed to see you. For myself.”
She studied him in silence. Arthur had always been a little caught in the middle — younger than Charles, louder than Lorenzo, trying to carve space where there was none. He wasn’t blameless. But he hadn’t been cruel. Just… complicit.
But he was trying now.
The silence between them wasn’t uncomfortable — just full. Full of all the things left unsaid for too long. All the messages never sent. All the birthday calls missed, the family dinners where she was present but not seen.
“You used to hide in my bed during thunderstorms,” Belle said quietly. “You’d ask me to read the same chapter of Le Petit Prince three times until you fell asleep.”
Arthur blinked, surprised. “You remember that?”
“I remember everything,” Belle said. “I remember the good things. I always tried to.”
His throat worked around the lump there. “Why didn’t you tell me? About Max. About the wedding. About… any of it?”
Belle looked down at the rings on her finger — the green of the emerald glinting faintly under the hospitality lighting, the simple gold band beneath it warm against her skin.
“Because you weren’t really looking,” she said. “None of you were. And I was tired of asking to be seen.”
Arthur didn’t flinch. Didn’t argue.
“I know,” he said instead, voice low and thick. “I think… I’ve known it for a while. I just didn’t know how to face it. But seeing you with Max — the way he looks at you, the way you look at you — I get it now. And I hate that it took this for me to see it.”
“It’s not about hating yourself,” Belle said, gentler this time. “It’s about doing better now. If you want to.”
Arthur looked at her like she was someone new. Someone stronger. Someone who had stopped waiting for the world to recognize her and built a place where she didn’t need permission.
“Are you happy?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper.
She didn’t hesitate.
“Yes.”
He exhaled sharply, like he’d been holding that breath all morning.
“Good,” he said. “That’s all I wanted to know.”
Belle stepped forward then, arms uncrossed, and opened them. The offer was quiet. Soft.
Arthur didn’t hesitate.
He pulled her into a hug like he was afraid she might vanish again. His arms wound around her, shoulders trembling just slightly. Belle hugged him back — firm and steady.
And it felt like something beginning again.
Not perfectly. Not fixed.
But trying.
When they finally stepped apart, Belle offered a quiet, teasing smile. “Next time, use the front entrance. Jos might not be so forgiving twice.”
Arthur groaned. “I’m still recovering. I think he aged me ten years with one sentence.”
She laughed — really laughed, for the first time that day.
Behind them, Jos gave a small grunt from where he stood — arms crossed, unimpressed — but Belle didn’t miss the way one corner of his mouth almost curved.
***
Max didn’t usually seek people out for conversations. Not personal ones, anyway.
He’d spent most of his life guarding things that mattered — like they were fragile, like they’d break if anyone else got too close. But this was different. She was different. And what they had now — what was growing quietly inside her — felt too big to carry on his own.
So he found GP.
It was a lull in the afternoon, the last briefing before the sim work, engineers rotating through data stations like gears in a perfect machine. But GP was by himself, leaning against the telemetry table, one brow raised as Max approached with the kind of expression that said, you better not be about to request a new steering wheel setting.
Max didn’t say anything right away.
GP waited.
“I need to tell you something,” Max said finally. His voice was lower than usual. Not tense — just held close.
GP straightened a little. “What happened?”
“She’s pregnant,” Max said.
The words came out smoother than he expected. Maybe because they’d been sitting on his tongue all day.
GP stared at him. Blinked once. Then again.
And then — grinned.
“Seriously?” he asked, already smiling. “Belle’s pregnant?”
Max nodded once, his throat tight. “Yeah. She told me a few weeks ago.”
GP exhaled a soft laugh, shaking his head. “Bloody hell. I should’ve seen that coming.”
Max raised a brow. “You didn’t?”
“I figured it was either that or you bought her a horse farm.”
Max laughed — properly, finally, the weight of the day cracking just a little. “I might still do that.”
GP was still smiling, but there was something else in his face now — something softer. Warmer.
“Kids are great,” he said, voice lower, more personal now. “I mean, chaotic and exhausting, but… they’re the best thing I’ve ever done.”
Max blinked. “You’ve never said that.”
GP shrugged. “Didn’t seem relevant when you were nineteen and trying to beat Lewis Hamilton into turn one.”
Max huffed a laugh. “Fair.”
There was a pause. A weight in the air — not heavy, but full.
“She’ll be a brilliant mum,” GP added, quieter now. “She’s got that calm strength to her. The kind you don’t notice until it’s the only thing holding you together.”
Max nodded slowly. “I know.”
“And you,” GP said, tapping a finger to Max’s chest, “are going to be fine. More than fine.”
Max hesitated. “Even with…”
“Even with your past? Your dad?” GP finished for him. “You’re not him. You never were.”
Max looked down for a moment, jaw tight. Then, after a long breath, he met GP’s eyes again. “I just want to give that kid something different. Something better.”
“You already are,” GP said simply. “You chose Belle. That’s your first good decision. Choosing that baby every day — that’s your next.”
“I’m scared,” Max admitted.
“Good,” GP said. “That means you give a damn.”
Max nodded once.
“I’m happy for you, mate,” GP added, reaching out and clasping his shoulder. “Really.”
Max nodded again, grateful in a way he didn’t know how to say.
“And just for the record,” GP added dryly, “I had a bet with my wife that you two would get pregnant before Charles figured out you were married.”
Max burst out laughing. “Did she win?”
“She always wins.”
Max was still grinning when he turned to leave, lighter than he’d been all day.
There was so much left to do — more secrets to tell, more people to face — but for now, it was enough that someone knew.
Someone who didn’t just understand racing.
Someone who understood him.
***
From the hospitality suite above the Red Bull garage, Belle had a near-perfect view of the final laps.
The Spanish heat shimmered off the track, waves of it rising like ghosts in the air, but Belle barely noticed. Her fingers gripped the arm of her seat, headset slightly askew, Max’s voice crackling faintly through the speakers — clipped, calm, focused.
She had never liked watching him race before she knew him. 
Now, she knew better.
Now, she could hear it in the way he spoke to GP. The way he adjusted. Reacted. Fought, not like a man trying to prove something — but like someone who knew exactly who he was, and who he had waiting for him at the end.
You’ve got three laps left, mate, GP said calmly in her ear.
Copy. Leave it with me.
Belle swallowed hard. Her hand settled instinctively over the front of her stomach, hidden by the loose navy blouse she wore. She hadn’t told many people yet — just Victoria, Sophie, Jos, and Emilie, and now GP, thanks to Max.
But this felt like a secret the whole world would eventually know.
The final sector flew past in a blur. Tyres screamed. Crowds surged.
And then, the chequered flag.
“YES! That’s P1, Max. Well done.”
Belle exhaled a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. Her hand flew to her mouth, and then, just as quickly, to her chest — right over her heart.
He’d done it.
 Again.
The team erupted around her — mechanics cheering, hugging, high-fiving, lifting cans of Red Bull like champagne flutes. Christian was already halfway out the door, and even Jos, who’d been watching beside her with arms crossed, allowed himself a rare smile.
But Belle?
Belle didn’t move.
Not until someone nudged her gently — a team assistant with wide eyes and an even wider grin. “He’s asking for you,” the girl said. “Go. Go!”
Belle blinked. “What?”
“Parc Fermé. He’s already out of the car. Go!”
She didn’t hesitate after that.
The hallways blurred past her — wide corridors filled with team personnel and security and overheated energy. Her flats slapped against the concrete. Her pass flashed in the light. People parted without even realizing it — as if they could feel she belonged to this moment.
She reached the barrier just as Max pulled off his helmet, hair damp with sweat, fire suit unzipped halfway down his chest.
And then he saw her.
His eyes lit up in a way Belle didn’t think he realized he saved for her. He started toward her before the cameras could swarm, before the journalists could shout, before anyone else could get between them.
He crossed to her like he knew she’d be there. Like he’d been driving toward her the whole time.
And Belle didn’t think. Didn’t care about the cameras or the crowd or the fact that Charles was likely still in his car wondering where it all went wrong.
She stepped past the barrier and met him halfway.
And then she kissed him.
There was no hesitation. No coy look at the cameras. No soft-launch subtlety.
Just her hands on his face, his arms wrapping tight around her waist, and the kind of kiss that felt like a homecoming.
The paddock erupted.
Somewhere behind them, a Sky Sports presenter squeaked. David Croft nearly dropped his mic. 
Belle pulled back only when Max laughed against her mouth.
“You kissed me in Parc Fermé,” he murmured.
“You won,” she said simply, brushing sweat-mussed hair off his forehead. “You deserve to be kissed.”
Max looked at her for a long moment, then down — briefly, instinctively — at her stomach, where no one else had noticed her hand lingering.
And then he whispered, just for her: “Both of you.”
Belle smiled. “You came home to us safe.”
Max kissed her one more time, softer now, and then turned back toward the swarm of cameras and celebration.
And Belle?
Belle stood at the edge of it all — her lips still tingling, her heart full — knowing the headlines tomorrow would be chaos.
But for now?
She had kissed her husband in front of the entire world.
And she didn’t regret a single second.
***
Meanwhile on Twitter: 
@/RedBullTroll33: i thought the name change was chaos BUT THIS??? BELLE JUST WALKED IN AND KISSED HIM LIKE THEY WEREN’T HIDING FOR A YEAR I’M LOSING IT
@/FerrariTears: charles leclerc being forced to watch max verstappen win the race and then watch his baby sister kiss him like it’s a romcom finale is actually greek tragedy level storytelling
@/f1memequeen: Belle: soft-launched a horse and an emerald ring Belle: quietly changed her last name to Verstappen Belle: walks into parc fermĂŠ and kisses her world champion husband Me: sobbing okay queen I GET IT
@/WifeGuyMax: MAX VERSTAPPEN KISSED HIS WIFE IN FRONT OF EVERYONE AND LOOKED LIKE HE’D JUST WON SOMETHING MORE IMPORTANT THAN A RACE i’m unwell
@/f1memehub: sky sports: mid-sentence belle: kisses max crofty: glitches karun: gasping social media admin: pressing post like their life depends on it
@/LandoSimp44: the paddock was like “max has a secret wife” max said “here she is. in my arms. deal with it.”
@/MonacoRoyalty: SHE KISSED HIM IN PARC FERMÉ AFTER THE WIN AND HE LOOKED AT HER LIKE SHE PUT THE SUN IN THE SKY i’m crying this is cinema
@/MaxIsWinning: max verstappen doesn’t do drama he does declarations first her name now the kiss next stop: world domination
@/FerrariF1Pain: charles watching belle kiss max in parc fermé after forgetting her birthday is the most older brother consequences i’ve ever seen
@/GridChaosDaily: “Belle kissed Max after the Spanish GP” is now officially my favorite F1 moment no context. just vibes. just love
***
Instagram Post: @/belleverstappen
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@/maxverstappen1: Every lifetime, every circuit. Every time. 💍❤️
@/redbullracing: Belle Verstappen supremacy. (also congrats Max 👀)
@/emilie_abadie: this is my new phone background. and lock screen. and wallpaper. and religion. thanks.
@/pierregasly: i need everyone to stop posting this before i start believing in soulmates again
@/landonorris: i was THERE. i SAW IT. i’m never recovering.
@/f1: most liked paddock kiss of all time? confirmed.
@tifositimes: I didn’t expect to cry over a Verstappen kiss post today but here we are.
@/chaoticgridgirl: SHE POSTED IT. THE KISS. THE LEGENDARY KISS. I NEED A MINUTE. ACTUALLY I NEED A WEEK.
@/f1softlaunchdetective: this is what soft-launch girlies do when they hit their final form. she dropped ONE photo and burned the paddock to the ground.
@/maxielflamequeen: the ring. the kiss. the caption.
@paddockwhispers: arthur liked it. charles didn’t.
@softverstappen: i will never emotionally recover from this post. ever. she wins. every time.
@maxsvillainera: look at the way he’s holding her look at the way she’s smiling into the kiss no notes. pure poetry.
***
FIA Press Conference — Post-Race | Spanish Grand Prix 2024
Drivers: P1 - Max Verstappen (Red Bull Racing), P2 - Lewis Hamilton (Mercedes), P3 - Lando Norris (McLaren)
Moderator: Congratulations, Max. A win today. How are you feeling?
Max:  Good. Yeah, car felt great, team executed perfectly. Always nice to win in Barcelona.
Moderator: We’ll open the floor for questions.
Journalist #1: Max, first of all, congratulations. But obviously everyone’s talking about the moment in Parc Fermé. Can you confirm — was that your wife? And are the rumors true that you and Isabelle Leclerc got married in secret?
Max: Yes. That was my wife. And yes — we got married in Monaco a few weeks ago. We’re very happy.
Lando: (muttering into his mic) Understatement of the century.
Lewis: (grinning) Congrats, man.
Journalist #2: Max, there’s been a lot of talk online about Belle’s birthday being forgotten by her family and this being the reason she pulled away from them. Any comment on that?
Max: No.
Journalist #2: Nothing at all?
Max: (calmly) No. 
Journalist #3: There’s a narrative online that Belle’s been overlooked for years. Some say this entire paddock entrance and Parc Fermé kiss was a statement. Was that intentional?
Max: (dryly)  We walked in holding hands. We kissed. We’re married. If that counts as a statement, I don’t know what to tell you.
Journalist #4: Do you think this will affect your dynamic with Charles Leclerc?
Max: (expression flat) We’ll see. That’s between him and his sister. I’m just here to race cars and go home to my wife.
Lando: (quietly, to Lewis) He’s in his “husband first, world champion second” era.
Lewis: (laughing into his mic) He really is.
Journalist #6: Do you plan on making any public statement about the family fallout?
Max: No. That’s her story to tell, not mine. And frankly, it’s not gossip. It’s real life. So maybe let’s show a little respect.
Journalist #7: What was going through your mind when she kissed you in Parc FermĂŠ?
Max: (finally smiling) That I’m the luckiest guy in the world.
Journalist #8: Will your wife be traveling with you to more races now?
Max (still polite, still done):  We‘ll decide what works best for us as a family. That’s between us.
Reporter #9: Was Belle’s presence in the paddock today a signal? Especially given what happened with Charles—
Max: (cuts in, voice calm but firmer) Belle doesn’t need to signal anything. She’s not a statement. She’s a person. And she came today to support her husband. That’s all.
Moderator: Alright, I think we’ll wrap it there before anyone pushes their luck. Congratulations to all three drivers. Max, Lando, Lewis — thank you.
Lando (leaning into mic): Congrats again, mate. On the win and the wife.
***
Fred Vasseur closed the door harder than necessary.
The sound echoed through the otherwise silent room like a gunshot.
Charles looked up from where he was sitting on the small couch, still in his fireproofs, helmet discarded beside him. He was sweaty, tired, irritated — and entirely unprepared.
“Qu’est-ce que tu fais, Charles?” Fred said sharply. What are you doing?
Charles blinked. “What—?”
“You want to explain to me,” Fred continued, voice calm in the most dangerous way possible, “how your sister kissing Max Verstappen became the story of our weekend?”
Charles sat up straighter. “That’s not fair—”
“No?” Fred crossed the room, standing over him now. “Because I think it’s very fair. You let your personal drama become a paddock sideshow, and now everyone’s talking about the Leclerc family meltdown while we limp home with a P5 and a ruined PR day.”
“I didn’t ask for that to happen!”
“But you made sure it did,” Fred snapped. “You didn’t know Belle got married. Fine. You didn’t approve of who she married. Fine. You could’ve said nothing. But instead, you threw a tantrum. In the paddock. In group chats. Loud enough that half the drivers are mocking you and the other half are wondering if you even see your sister as a person.”
Charles flushed. “That’s not—”
“You forgot her birthday, Charles.”
The silence that followed was absolute.
Fred didn’t yell. He didn’t need to.
“You forgot her birthday. You forgot her job. You forgot she moved. And when she stopped chasing your attention, you acted like she betrayed you.” His voice didn’t rise, but it sharpened with every word. “And now you’re shocked that the only person she trusted to hold her hand through it all was the man who sees her every single day?”
Charles looked away, jaw tight. “It wasn’t supposed to be public.”
Fred laughed — once, bitter and short. “And yet you’re the one who made it public. Max didn’t. Belle didn’t. You did. And now you’ve made us look like amateurs — not because of strategy, but because you couldn’t handle the fact that your sister’s life isn’t orbiting around you anymore.”
Charles opened his mouth. Closed it. No words came.
Fred sighed — not in exasperation, but in disappointment. And that hurt more.
“I expected more from you,” he said quietly. “As a driver, yes. But more than that — as a man. As a brother.”
Charles flinched like he’d been hit.
“You want to fix this?” Fred said, stepping back. “Then stop sulking. Start listening. And for the love of God, don’t let Max Verstappen be the better man in every single room you enter.”
He turned and walked to the door.
“Because right now?” he added, hand on the handle. “He’s not just beating you on track. He’s beating you in every other way that matters.”
And then he left.
Charles stayed seated, eyes burning, the silence pressing heavier than any helmet ever had.
***
Dinner had started out exactly the way Belle expected.
Loud. Warm. Slightly unhinged.
They were tucked into a quiet corner of a restaurant just off the Barcelona marina — the kind of place Max loved because no one there cared about racing unless it blocked traffic. The table was round, the lighting dim and golden, and the laughter had already started before the appetizers arrived.
Lando had barely let Max sit down before declaring, “You’re disgusting. You win a race and then get kissed like it’s a Netflix finale. Get out.”
“Jealousy doesn’t suit you,” Max had said, completely unbothered.
Oscar, seated beside Lily, just smirked. “It was kind of romantic.”
Lily looked between the two of them with a soft smile. “Kind of? It broke the Internet.”
Daniel had toasted “to hard launches, soft kisses, and Verstappen chaos,” and Belle had nearly snorted water through her nose.
But now dinner had mellowed. Plates cleared. Dessert on the way. The kind of soft lull that usually came right before someone said something life-changing.
Max glanced at Belle. That look — gentle, checking, asking without words.
She nodded once.
He cleared his throat lightly. “We actually… wanted to tell you guys something.”
Four pairs of eyes snapped to attention.
“Tell me you’re moving to the countryside and buying a farm,” Lando said immediately. “Please. I need this arc.”
“Better,” Max said, eyes flicking toward Belle.
Belle rested her hands on the edge of the table. Her heart was fluttering, not with nerves exactly — more like awe. Like the moment was finally catching up to her.
“I’m pregnant,” she said.
There was a pause.
A moment of stunned silence.
And then—
“NO YOU’RE NOT,” Daniel half-shouted, nearly knocking over his wine glass.
Lily gasped, hands flying to her mouth. “Are you serious?!”
Oscar just stared, mouth slightly open like his brain had hit the brakes.
Lando blinked twice, then pointed between them. “Like… with a baby baby?”
Belle burst into laughter — the tension cracking wide open. Max was already grinning like he’d been waiting for this chaos all night.
“Yes, Lando,” Belle said, wiping at her eyes. “A baby baby.”
Oscar finally found his voice. “How long have you known?”
“A few weeks,” Max said. “We’re keeping it quiet for now. But we wanted you to know first.”
Lily leaned across the table, eyes wide and shining. “You’re going to be parents. Oh my god. That baby is going to have cheekbones and a death stare.”
“And probably a kart by age two,” Daniel added, now fully beaming. “Holy shit. Max Verstappen’s going to be a dad. I need to sit down.”
“You are sitting down,” Oscar said, still blinking like he hadn’t caught up.
“I need to sit down harder,” Daniel muttered.
Lando reached for Belle’s hand across the table, squeezing it. “You’re going to be amazing.”
Belle swallowed the sudden lump in her throat. “I’m scared,” she admitted. “But… I’m also happy. Really happy.”
Max’s hand found her thigh under the table, grounding and steady. She didn’t have to look to know he was watching her with that same soft, almost reverent expression he’d had ever since she told him.
Oscar was smiling now too, the initial shock melting into something warm. “Congratulations,” he said. “Both of you. Really.”
“And selfishly,” Lily added, “I’m just glad we get to love this baby too.”
Daniel raised his glass. “To the official grid baby.”
“We’re not calling them that,” Belle said immediately.
“To Max spiraling when the baby kicks for the first time,” Oscar added, grinning.
“To all of it,” Lando finished. “To them.”
They clinked glasses — softly, gently.
And as Belle looked around at the people who had chosen her — not because she was someone’s sister, not because she was attached to a name — but because they loved her, her heart felt impossibly full.
The world could stay outside tonight.
This was theirs.
***
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Hey!! I would like to request a Bucky Barnes x reader fic where their daughter shows up from the future. Bucky and Reader aren’t dating or really even know each other that well yet (maybe they share mutual friends on the team or are friends but just dancing around each other a bit??), so this could be a surprise to them. You could have it that she keeps saying she can’t share information about the future but then accidentally drops information like they have a pet cat named alpine and she has three siblings (Bucky deserves a big loving family) without even totally realizing it. Idk if this is even a great idea, but I like your writing and thought this could be a fun request. Thank you for sharing your writings with us!! <3
Hello there, dear! This was such a cute request, thank you for it! I do admit it was a challenge figuring out how to seamlessly combine each element. So, I hope I did well and that you enjoy! Happy reading!!! ♡
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Out of Time, Into Our Lives
Summary: A teen girl suddenly appears at the Avengers compound claiming to be from the future. While she tries to avoid revealing too much, she accidentally and subtly drops hints about her life, her siblings, and the deep bond she shares with you and Bucky Barnes both. (Bucky Barnes x reader)
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It started like any other morning at the Avengers compound. Quiet, a little too quiet. You were nursing your first real cup of coffee, leaning against the counter in the common room kitchen while chatting lazily with Wanda about her latest attempt at baking banana bread.
Bucky entered halfway through your sentence, nodding politely at you before making a beeline for the fridge. You and he had been doing this little dance for a while now. Friendly, respectful, always a step or two away from crossing into something more. You liked his dry humor, the way his voice softened when he asked how your day was. But neither of you had made a move. Not yet.
Just as you took a sip, FRIDAY’s calm, robotic voice interrupted:
“Alert. Temporal breach detected. Unauthorized presence in the compound.”
You and Bucky both straightened at the same time.
“Temporal breach?” He muttered, already halfway to the hall. You followed.
It wasn’t often something genuinely strange happened anymore, but what you found in the hallway outside one of the research wings made your breath catch in your throat.
A girl stood there, around seventeen. Messy hair pulled into a loose braid. Her clothes didn’t look particularly futuristic, but there was something… off. Like she didn’t belong. She wasn’t panicking, wasn’t aggressive. She was just staring at a portrait of the original Avengers lining the corridor wall, head tilted slightly.
When she noticed you, her eyes widened but it wasn’t fear that passed over her face. It was recognition.
Her gaze locked onto Bucky first. Then shifted to you. And something in her face softened.
“Oh,” She breathed. “It’s earlier than I thought.”
You frowned. “Do we know you?”
“I’m… not supposed to say anything,” She said quickly, straightening. “I mean, I can’t. It would mess with… everything. I wasn’t even supposed to be here. I didn’t mean to come through. The rift just kind of… swallowed me.”
“Rift?” Bucky echoed, stepping closer.
The girl put her hands up, showing no threat. “I know how this sounds. But I swear, I’m not dangerous. I’m not here to hurt anyone. I just need help getting back.”
You gave her a once-over; she didn’t seem injured, but she looked like she hadn’t slept in a while. Underneath the brave exterior, she seemed a little lost.
“Okay,” You said gently. “We believe you. Let’s just take this slow. What’s your name?”
She hesitated. “I can’t tell you that.”
Bucky raised an eyebrow.
“I’m serious,” She insisted. “If I tell you who I am, it could screw up the timeline. I mean, it already is screwed up if I’m standing here. But I really can’t afford to make it worse.”
Wanda appeared in the doorway, her expression unreadable. “She’s not lying,” She said quietly. “She’s scared. But not of us.”
The girl nodded quickly. “Thank you. I’m just… trying to wait it out. The breach will reverse itself. Probably. Eventually.”
You crossed your arms. “So what are we supposed to call you?”
“Uh. I don’t know. You can give me a fake name?” She offered with a shrug. “That feels safer.”
There was a long pause, awkward. You opened your mouth to say something, anything, but she beat you to it:
“Is Alpine here?”
You blinked. “Alpine?”
Bucky looked up sharply. “How do you know about Alpine?”
The girl’s face went pale. “I mean. I—uh—I read about her? In the files. Maybe. Probably.”
Bucky’s frown deepened.
She let out a tiny groan and rubbed her face. “I told myself not to say anything specific. Ugh. Okay. Look. I’m just going to sit in a corner, be very quiet, and not ruin anything else, okay?”
You sat beside her, slowly, noting how carefully she avoided looking at Bucky too long. Not out of fear, but something heavier.
She tugged her sleeves down over her hands. “This was easier when you were already married.” The words slipped out of her mouth like a quiet sigh, too casual for how much they weighed.
You and Bucky both stiffened.
He stared at her. You weren’t sure he was even breathing. “What did you just say?”
She blinked, realizing. “Oh. I mean, I didn’t mean it like that. I shouldn’t have said anything. Please ignore that.”
You frowned. “Wait… what do you mean, already married?”
“I’m not answering that.” Her voice sharpened slightly now, trying to backtrack. “Sorry. I really can’t say anything else. Like, actually can’t. This isn’t just me being dramatic, it's literally against every single future protocol. I’ve already said too much.”
Bucky stepped forward slowly, his tone low but steady. “You said you came through a rift. Do you know how that happened?”
She looked grateful for the change in subject, nodding. “I was working with someone back there, on uh, stabilizing temporal energy. I wasn’t supposed to be anywhere near the live field, but things got weird. And loud. And then everything just… cracked.”
“Cracked?” You asked.
“Yeah.” She hugged her arms around herself. “Like a window splintering. I fell through. And now I’m here. Too early. Way too early.”
You tilted your head. “Too early for what?”
She looked at you, then at Bucky, and something softened in her expression. Like she knew the two of you better than you knew yourselves. Like there was something unspoken that pained her to keep secret.
But she didn’t answer. Instead, she whispered, “I shouldn’t even be talking to you yet.”
FRIDAY’s voice interrupted gently. “Should I notify Director Fury?”
“No,” Bucky said sharply. Too quickly. Then he glanced at you. “…Not yet.”
The girl looked surprised. “You’re not sending me to a cell?”
You offered a faint smile. “We’re not monsters.”
“And you’re not dangerous,” Bucky added, quieter now. “At least not yet.”
She snorted. “Wow. Thanks, I guess.”
Wanda stepped closer, watching her closely. “You’re scared,” She murmured. “But you’re also… relieved. Why?”
The girl didn’t answer right away. She just looked back at the wall, where a photo of the original team hung in a dusty frame. After a long silence, she whispered, “Because I missed this. Seeing it again. Seeing you all… before everything changes.”
Her voice cracked on that last word. You saw it, just barely: the tension in her jaw, the sheen in her eyes she was trying to blink away.
“I can’t stay long,” She said, turning her face away like she didn’t want either of you to see the emotion creeping in. “So just… let me be here until the breach resets. Then I’ll be gone, and this’ll be nothing more than a strange footnote in someone’s mission report.”
You looked over at Bucky. His brow was furrowed, mouth slightly open like he had a thousand questions on the tip of his tongue but no idea how to ask any of them.
She noticed, smiled a little, sadly. “You always look like that when you’re overwhelmed.”
His lips parted, but she cut in quickly, raising a hand. “Nope. Not answering anything. I’m very good at not answering.”
A long silence settled between the three of you.
Then she yawned. A real one. Unfiltered. She rubbed her eyes like a kid, her exhaustion finally catching up.
“Can I… take a nap somewhere not surrounded by broken lab equipment?”
You smiled despite yourself. “Yeah. We’ll figure something out.”
Bucky’s voice was low. “You hungry?”
She paused, like she hadn’t considered that. “Kinda. Do you still make those-“ She caught herself. Froze. “…Never mind.”
But the warmth in her eyes didn’t fade. She didn’t say it. But it was already there, written in every look she gave the two of you:
She knew you. And she loved you both.
Even if she couldn’t say it.
-
The girl slept for twelve hours straight. You'd offered her the spare room near the east wing, technically meant for visiting guests, but it had soft blankets and a window view, which she seemed to appreciate.
You sat outside her door for most of the first hour, just in case she tried to run or vanished the way she arrived. But she didn’t.
Bucky checked in at least three times too, though he pretended he was just “walking by.”
When she finally emerged the next morning, hair sticking out in wild directions and wearing one of your old sweatshirts you’d left folded on the chair, she looked younger. More like a kid playing dress-up than a displaced anomaly from the future.
She padded into the kitchen barefoot and blinked at you, rubbing her eyes. “You’re making eggs.”
“Good morning to you too,” You said with a grin. “Hungry?”
“Starving.” She yawned and flopped down at the counter like she’d done it a hundred times.
Bucky entered a moment later, nodding to you both. “Morning.”
She perked up when she saw him, then quickly forced her face back into something neutral, like she’d caught herself.
You passed her a plate. “Toast, scrambled eggs, hash browns.”
She dug in immediately. “Thank you. Food here’s just as good as I remember- I mean, as I hoped it’d be.”
You bit back a smile. “Smooth.”
She glanced at Bucky nervously, but he didn’t press. He just poured himself coffee and sat across from her, watching her with quiet curiosity.
“So,” you said lightly, “What should we call you?”
She hesitated, then shrugged. “Call me…” She looked around the room, clearly stalling. “Jules?”
You tilted your head. “Is that your real name?”
“Nope.” She smiled a little too innocently. “Which makes it perfect.”
Bucky took a sip of coffee, eyes never leaving her. “Alright, Jules. Mind if we ask a few things?”
“As long as it’s not timeline-altering, catastrophic, or classified by future standards, maybe.”
You exchanged a glance with Bucky. “Okay,” You said slowly. “How old are you?”
“Seventeen,” She answered, mid-bite. “Chronologically. Time-wise… eh. Don’t ask.”
Bucky leaned forward slightly. “Do you have a family? In your… original timeline?”
Her chewing slowed just a little. Her expression flickered. Then she nodded. “Yeah. I do.”
Silence fell again. After a moment, she added, “It’s… a big family. Messy. Loud. Someone’s always yelling, someone’s always drawing on the walls, and someone’s always pretending they didn’t start it.”
You smiled softly. “Siblings?”
She paused, eyes widening like she just realized what she said. “I didn’t—wait. That wasn’t—I mean—”
Bucky raised a brow. “You have siblings?”
She groaned and put her face in her hands. “Dang it.”
“How many?” You asked, voice careful.
She peeked through her fingers. “Three.” Then flopped back dramatically in her seat. “Ugh. I knew I’d slip up. You two are too nice. It’s disarming.”
Bucky chuckled quietly. “You don’t have to tell us anything else.”
“No, it’s fine,” she mumbled. “At this rate I’ll blurt out the entire family tree before lunch.”
“Do you like them?” You asked, curious.
A slow smile spread across her face. “Yeah. I love them. They're chaos. But the kind you miss when it's quiet.”
Bucky studied her like she was a riddle. “Are they older than you?”
She looked down at her plate. “Some. Some younger.”
And that was it. She shut down after that, turning her attention fully back to her breakfast. You let her. The moment felt like something private, like she’d tugged back a curtain for just a second and now needed it closed again.
But later, when she wandered into the rec room to find Alpine curled in a sunbeam, she sank to the floor and whispered something to the cat that made Bucky freeze in the doorway.
You didn’t catch the words. But you caught the tone: nostalgic, fond, like she’d said it a thousand times before.
And when Alpine, notoriously selective, climbed into her lap without hesitation, she just stroked her fur like it was the most natural thing in the world. Like she belonged.
-
The days that followed were strangely easy.
She, Jules, settled in like a half-remembered song. Not quite a stranger, not quite someone you knew, but comfortable. Familiar. You found her sitting on the kitchen counter in the mornings, legs swinging as she ate cereal straight from the box. You caught her once talking softly to FRIDAY, as if the AI were an old friend she’d grown up with.
Bucky never said much. But he was there. Quietly hovering, checking if she was eating enough, if she was sleeping okay. They started watching movies in the common room, not speaking much, but it was something. The space between them had stopped feeling like distance. It was anticipation now. Recognition.
And then there was the night Bucky found her on the roof.
You followed the scent of cold air and firewood up the metal stairs and found them sitting side by side, backs against the railing, stars overhead. Jules was hugging her knees, wearing one of Bucky’s jackets now. It was too big for her, sleeves past her fingertips. But she looked warm. Safe.
You stayed back, watching quietly from the door. Listening.
“I didn’t think I’d meet you like this,” She admitted softly. “This early. I wasn’t ready.”
Bucky didn’t respond right away. Just nodded once, slow and heavy.
“You remind me of her,” She glanced up at the stars. “Not just the way you look at people, but the way you don’t. The way you… hold back. Like you’re always waiting for someone to decide you’re worth staying for.”
Bucky’s jaw tensed. “And did they?”
She looked at him. “Mmm, maybe.”
He turned toward her. “Did I?”
There was a heartbeat’s pause before she whispered, “You never left.”
Then she flinched, realizing again what she’d said. “Sorry. I shouldn’t have—”
But Bucky didn’t press. He didn’t need to.
The silence that followed was full of things neither of them could say.
You all started tiptoeing around the inevitable after that. Jules hadn’t poofed back yet, but every hour felt borrowed. She stopped sleeping as much. Kept checking corners for changes in the air. Listening for that hum she said she’d felt right before the breach opened.
On the fourth day, it happened.
You were in the kitchen, scrambling eggs again, same as the first day. She was mid-laugh, telling you something vague and harmless about a prank her “friend’s little brother” pulled once involving holograms and Steve’s shield. You didn’t even notice the shimmer at first.
Then Bucky’s face changed.
You turned and saw it. A distortion in the center of the room. Like heat rising off pavement, but colder. The air around it began to swirl. And her smile fell away.
“It’s happening,” She said quietly. Not surprised. Just… resigned.
“No.” You stepped forward. “Wait! We didn’t get to-“
“It’s okay,” She said, standing quickly. “It’s time. I knew I couldn’t stay long.”
Bucky took a step forward, fists clenched at his sides. “You said it would reset eventually. You didn’t say it would be this fast.”
She smiled at him, eyes glassy. “You never like goodbyes.”
You were about to speak, to say something, anything, but the light started pulling at her edges. Dust and static flickering around her limbs.
She looked at you both, eyes shining now.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I didn’t mean to cause trouble. I just… I wanted to see you. Before everything.”
“Before what?” You asked, your voice trembling. “What changes?”
But she only gave a tiny, knowing smile. And this time, she didn’t say anything else.
She just looked at Bucky one last time and softly said, “Don’t wait too long.”
And then she was gone. No flash, no thunder, just a breath pulled from the room. One second she was there. The next, empty air.
You stood frozen in place.
The bowl she’d left still sat on the table, cereal soggy in milk. Her mug still half full of cocoa. One of Alpine’s toys, she’d apparently been hoarding them in her pockets, sat on the floor near the couch, a little mouse with a frayed string tail.
Bucky picked it up slowly, didn’t say a word. You looked over at him and could see it in his face now, what she saw in him. The cracks. The strength beneath them.
Later that night, you and Bucky hadn’t said much since she vanished. There wasn’t much that needed saying. But the silence wasn’t empty anymore. It was full of what came next. Neither of you quite knew what the future held. But now, you both knew who it held. And someday sooner, maybe, than either of you thought, you’d meet her again; for the first time.
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"IT STARTED WITH A DOG..."
Genre(s): SMAU, fluff, sfw
Pairing(s) : Hector Fort x FĂŠlix fem!reader
Warning(s): Teasing between siblings, soft reveal
Summary: In which JoĂŁo FĂŠlix' sister fell in love with the player 32 of the FC Barcelona, Hector Fort.
Face claim : Cindy Kimberly
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ynfelix the most beautiful dog, my baby ❤️
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| ynfelix not a secret but go off bestie
username2 who else ships her with HĂŠctor?? just me??
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username1 not them fighting over a dog
| username2 this family is pure ✨entertainment✨
| username3 Floki deserves all the love, honestly 🐶❤️
| ynfelix I mean, who wouldn’t want Floki on their side?
| joaofelix79 @ynfelix True, but don’t forget who’s the favorite
hctorforrt Family drama and doggos, the perfect combo 😂
username4 Can we get a Floki cam please? I’m here for it!
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joaofelix79 about time❤️‍🔥
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hugofelix13 carla and floki stole the show tbh 👑
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hctorforrt glad you’re home. tell floki i said hi
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| ynfelix floki said “ruff”
username1 joão watching baseball like he’s plotting something 😭
| ynfelix realll
username2 this post screams “i’m safe now” and i love it 🥹
username3 why is everyone pretending like she wasn’t just at the beach 👀
carla_felix you forgot to post dessert 😒
| ynfelix we can literally see it , mom ...
username4 the beach story was 3 slides ago babes… we remember 😮‍💨
| ynfelix lets forget it 👀
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ynfelix messy photo dump 🌻but I look kinda cute so...
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hugofelix18 didn’t even recognize you in the second pic
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username1 i love how her vibe changes every slide 🩷
alexiaputellas ok but the freckles in slide 1?? perfection.
| ynfelix thanks mother !!!
username2 slide 3 is suspiciously cozy… whose couch is that? 👀
| hctorforrt mind your business
| joaofelix79 no, I want to know too
joaofelix79 Where’s the dog at. He’s the only one I trust here
| ynfelix He was napping. Unlike you, he minds his business 💅
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hctorforrt (no hiding anymore I guess) 💌
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ynfelix you’re so unserious but i luv you ❤️
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username1 Oh it’s official official 😭❤️
username2 How did we go from "just the dog" to THIS???
joaofelix79 i miss when she only loved Floki.
| ynfelix Floki still comes first. always.
| hctorforrt fair. I accept second place 🫡
username3 the last pic healed a part of me I didn’t know was broken 🥹
paucubarsi So I really was the last to know huh… my heart 💔
| joaofelix79 join the club.
| ynfelix pau do you want a hug 😭
pablogavi WAIT. You guys are actually together?? I thought this was a long joke
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lamineyamal finally 😮‍💨 we were all waiting for this drop
| ynfelix you knew ??
| lamineyamal girl i edited one of the pics 💅
| ynfelix WHEEENN ????
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ynfelix i kinda like this new life...🌸
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hctorforrt my favorite photo is the third one. obviously.
  | ynfelix hm… not the second one with your whole family? 😗
  | hctorforrt I meant the cat, babe. don't make this a thing 😭
joaofelix79 we're just letting the cat replace me now huh
  | ynfelix she’s more photogenic than you, what can I say
alexiaputellas as you should 🫶🏼
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pablogavi just realized I’m not in a single pic. noted.
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lamineyamal she’s living the dream tbh
  | ynfelix join me. We have snacks and naps.
hugofelix13 I literally took the second pic btw. You’re welcome.
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username1 the way the cat is judging us all in pic 3 😭😭
hectorfortfan someone get hector a pic with the cat too, it’s only fair
joaofelix79 @hugofelix13 let’s unionize. she’s changed
| hugofelix13 she's 22, joao it's normal...
| joaofelix79 I can't accept it...
| hctorforrt you should
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unreliable-narratoe ¡ 1 year ago
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I find it funny how jiang cheng experiences misogyny despite NOT being a woman??
Like he is emphatically not a woman, alright, but he's an 'ex' in the narrative sense. The bitchy love rival between the BL couple fandom would have hated on a couple of years ago before we accepted it was cringe to hate on the rival, she deserved better etc etc except. He's neither a woman OR technically, a romantic rival. Most of the subtext is sibling subtext.
He's paralleled with his mother who is also somewhat given the hysterical woman treatment by her husband. Jiang cheng says "Father doesn't like me because I'm my mother's son". Did jfm take one look at this kid and go "I hereby assign him his mother at birth"??? Even in wei wuxian's narration he subconsciously parallels Jiang cheng to his mom. They both have tempers, wield zidian, wear purple if you want to go there lmao, but that's a surface level 'woman are unreasonable and somewhat the same' reading. Like.
He is actually not his mom. He arguably breaks generational abuse cycles because jin ling is confident Jiang cheng loves him in his own way. He did not set out to have that kid, he chose to be responsible anyway because that's his sister's son. Jiang cheng doesnt spend years not-communicating in a bad marriage and taking it out on his kid. He lets wei wuxian go at the end because there's no point in dragging it out and everyone being more unhappy after he somewhat gets an explanation on WHY wei wuxian went off the deep end (aka golden core reveal).
But the easy read is to go, 'quick temper and harsh words- that's yu ziyuan's next coming'
So it's deeply funny to me that he's assigned scorned-ex-wife by narrative, if I'm making sense.
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moonlit-imagines ¡ 2 months ago
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Headcanons for being a Skywalker triplet and being raised in the Empire
Skywalkers x sibling!reader
warnings: death and destruction. reader lowkey evil in the first half
a/n: yeah,,,its based on an oc. timeline is slightly out of order/weird bc im doing it from memory
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when you were born, you and your other two siblings were separated
your brother was sent to live with an uncle on tattooine
your sister was raised by alderaan nobility
and you, you never made it to your destination
the ship that carried you and the jedi that would care for you was intercepted, you were taken and brought to your father, anakin—now known as darth vader
as far as he knew, you were the only child and he had killed your mother, padmĂŠ
the emperor saw use for you and decided you’d be kept within the empire, vader could be close and you’d know your father, but you were not to reveal your true identities
“father, you used to be a jedi?” -you
“i was once, but that was a long time ago” -vader
“what happened?” -you
“the order betrayed me, sent my master to kill me. they could not be trusted, which is why we must kill all jedi” -vader
“yes, father” -you
your training to be an inquisitor was overseen by vader, who grew more and more angry at your spar partner every time you were hit
“patience, vader. you must not show weakness—or else i will kill y/n myself” -palpatine
you had a lot of weight on your shoulders. hiding the fact you were anakin skywalker and padmé amidala’s child. vader’s child. palpatine always had his eye on you. he wanted you to be one of his soldiers
you were very young when you were appointed an inquisitor role. about 13
and you had been given a new last name as not to tip off anyone in the empire
you often reported to vader—a petty complaint or a real crime
“another inquisitor compared me to a bantha” -you
“it will be dealt with” -vader
that inquisitor was dead by the end of the day
you were tasked with a lot of special missions, trusted with sensitive information—the other inquisitors noticed and were very jealous
but palpatine was impressed by the way you handled yourself
“y/n, you remind me of your father when he was young. powerful, strong, passionate. one day you may have a place by my side” -palpatine
you were shaken by that offer as you knew the rule of twos
rebels feared you, an inquisitor who swiftly wiped them from the galaxy without a second thought
the clone wars fascinated you, and as much as you wanted to pry for information from your father, you conceded
but you always heard whispers of anakin skywalker’s famed 501st legion and his padawan, ahsoka
you always wondered if he compared the two of you
sometimes, when away from palpatine—often on mustafar—you’d be vader’s child and not another inquisitor. you’d be able to spar and speak a bit more freely.
“your mother. she was a politician. formerly the queen of naboo when she was your age. i…loved her dearly. but the jedi forbid it, we had to keep it a secret” -vader
“would the emperor have allowed it?” -you
“he was one of few who knew” -vader
some days he wished he were just anakin and the three of you lived peacefully on naboo. he wished you were not a soldier like him. but he was truly proud of what you’d amounted to
your faith in the empire started to falter around the time the ghost crew began to wreak havoc
as capable as you were, you hesitated to use your full potential to take them out
and it was noticed
“you will not show these criminals mercy, y/n! you take them out, or i will find someone more deserving of power!” -palpatine
it was around age 16 you questioned the cause
analyzed it without the influence of palpatine or vader or any soldiers
unfortunately, it wasn’t that simple
some years later, you were assigned to the death star—an honor, it was
one day you and vader had captured princess leia of alderaan and you felt…different. some sort of connection
“not often you see an inquisitor these days” -leia
“nor a princess committing treason against the empire” -you, putting her in her cell
before you knew it, there was a whole crew of rebels on board trying to save her
some more familiar than others
kenobi?
“i know that name” -you
“silence, child. i will finish what i started” -vader
obi-wan recognized you right away, the child he failed to bring to safety
but what didn’t sit right with you was when you’d hunted the other rebels going to save the princess, you heard
“i’m luke skywalker, i’m here to rescue you”
skywalker
your true name was shared by another
were you a twin?
there wasn’t enough time to figure out the details, you were a servant to the empire—to palpatine. you had a mission
but before long you’d have to escape the destruction of the death star
“father. that boy. his name is skywalker” -you
“the force is strong in him” -vader
“what do we do?” -you
“you will receive instruction when necessary” -vader
lots to ponder, lots to unpack
a brother. a brother even vader didn’t know about. he had to be. theres no other explanation
and with obi-wan kenobi? your father’s master. this was no coincidence
some time passed and you met the rebels again in bespin—cloud city
it was here your father confronted luke about his parentage.
“luke, i am your father” -vader
but as vader was distracted, you fled to help the rest of the millennium falcon crew escape
“how can we trust you?” -lando
“please, understand, i have been raised in the empire my entire life. forced to hide my true identity. my real name is y/n skywalker. my parents are padmé amidala and anakin skywalker. i believe luke is my twin brother” -you
“oh, please, you’ll say anything to get the chance to kill us—” -lando
“i believe they’re telling the truth. come with us, y/n” -leia
you’d saved luke and fled bespin with the remainder of the crew, apologizing for han’s fate in the carbonite
and luke was thrilled to see you face to face all things considered
“so it’s true? vader is my—our father?” -luke
“i was found in a ship with a jedi—presumably on a mission to hide me from the empire. vader had no idea you existed. until you met on the death star” -you
“you spent your whole life in the empire?” -luke
“i did. but to preserve vader’s anonymity, i was not permitted to be his ‘child,’ although—vader has a hard time following rules. they trained me as soon as my power began to show and inducted me into the inquisitors early on. i just…it never felt right. i’ve killed…so many people. done so many unforgivable things and yet i could never break free until now” -you
luke hugged you. it was the first time anyone ever had
“y/n. i know we’re strangers, but i understand regret. you left of your own free will, knowing there could be consequences. you came with us. there is good in you” -luke
you felt bad luke was comforting you when your dad had just had his hand chopped off
he asked what you knew of your father’s history, your mother’s history, and you told him all you could
your freedom from the empire felt refreshing
being y/n skywalker was refreshing
and although building trust took time, luke advocated for you every chance he could
“y/n knows the empire inside and out. they have training as a pilot, a soldier, a leader. you can’t go wrong with them” -luke
“y/n was complicit in the destruction of alderaan and countless other planets. billions murdered without so much as a warning. gone. like that” -mon mothma
“if i may, considering it is my people’s demise you are invoking—y/n has made their choice to join the rebellion. shed their imperial image and trained as a jedi with luke. we are lucky to have someone so well-versed in the ways of the empire” -leia
“and you’re comfortable with y/n, the sith raised by darth vader and the empire, to command rebel troops? what if they lead them into a trap?” -mon mothma
“y/n has done nothing since their departure from the empire to invoke such suspicion. i’ve seen nothing but acts of remorse and kindness as they rebuild their image” -leia
you couldn’t figure out why leia was so kind to you. you felt guilty about the destruction of her planet
but she blamed vader. she didn’t blame you as you were just a pawn in a sick game
the battle of endor was fought while you and luke handled vader and palpatine
“are you ready, brother?” -you, grabbing his hand
“i am glad to have you by my side” -luke
palpatine laughed in your face
“six months away from the empire and you’re already claiming to be a jedi? hah! you have years of darkness inside of you, i was ready to make you my new protégé. it is a shame, you’d be a good one” -palpatine
you, luke, and vader fought together to vanquish him, and as you watched your father die, you knew he did everything he could to protect you in this life
“y/n. seeing you as a jedi…has been the most fulfilling part of my life. luke, thank you for guiding them where they should have always been” -anakin
as the rebels won the war, you went back to the forest moon of endor, where luke informed you of something he had been waiting to tell you for some time
“obi-wan told me something, it feels like a miracle, really” -luke
“well, spit it out, already!” -you
“we’re triplets” -luke
“we have another sibling?” -you
“leia is our sister” -luke
it felt like everything clicked at that very moment. a sister. you three were connected from the beginning
you soon hugged leia and delivered the news with luke
a family reunion years in the making
after the events of the war died down and the galaxy began to rebuild, you decided you needed to atone for your sins
do some good on your own
“don’t hesitate to call. we’re just a hologram away” -leia
“thank you for being there for me. and believing in me. i wouldn’t be here you without you guys” -you
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lexsssu ¡ 2 years ago
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Light (Sung Jinwoo)
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‘E-Rank Hunter’ Sung Jinwoo, a title that followed him wherever he went.
Despite being a Hunter, his power was barely above an ordinary human aside from his slightly more durable constitution and slightly increased healing factor. 
So it’s only natural that he’d always get hurt. Hell, he’d even nearly gotten killed several times already too!
It’s not that Jinwoo wanted to be a Hunter in the first place, because aside from the danger, others also made fun of him for his weakness. Even the pay was surprisingly not that great.
Unfortunately, someone in his mid-20s who lacked any viable skills that could land him a normal, stable job could only work for the Hunter’s Association as one of their Hunters thanks to their medical aid. Had it not been for that, he wouldn’t have been able to afford the millions of won in medical bills he owed to the hospital that took care of his mother. 
It’s not even just his mother that he had to provide for, but there was also his little sister and…
“Look Yeonjin, it’s Papa!”
Worn out from another hard days’ work, E-Rank Hunter Sung Jinwoo felt all the fatigue in his body seemingly melt away into nothingness as the sight and scent of his wife and child soothed his weary soul.
“Baba!” Yeonjin babbled excitedly as his father made a beeline straight towards you both.
“Welcome home, honey.” You press a kiss to the corner of his lips, smiling up at him with those beautiful eyes he always finds himself lost in.
This is why even if he didn’t want to, he would still participate in these Association supervised raids.
No sacrifice is too great when it comes to his loved ones and regardless of how incompetent he was as a Hunter, Jinwoo will do everything in his power to ensure that they are cared and provided for.
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You’ve been with Sung Jinwoo ever since you were both just awkward teenagers in high school. When his mother succumbed to Eternal Slumber and left the two siblings to fend for themselves, instead of leaving you surprised Jinwoo and moved into their cozy little home and took it upon yourself to keep the house running.
While Jinwoo did his best to provide for the family’s needs, you would ensure that Jinah and the house was taken care of, this of course also included the man himself whenever he came home from a raid. You even managed to get a remote job that helped with the bills in spite of juggling that with your online college classes as well. 
You and Jinwoo had gone through so much together over the past decade so was it any surprise you’d end up married and with a child? 
Former friends and schoolmates might have tried to dissuade you time and time again to leave him, pitying you for spending your youth making ends meet and watching over your comatose mother-in-law, Jinah, and now your own baby.
But you don’t need their ‘advice’ when it all basically boiled down to having you leave your family because you ‘deserved better.’
They are already what’s best for you.
Why can’t they see that?
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“ How are you and Sung Jinwoo? Sorry I couldn’t check up on you guys sooner. Life’s been pretty hectic on my end.”
“I’m sorry I couldn’t attend your baby shower before! I had an important appointment that I couldn’t bail out on back then. Why don’t we go out for coffee to catch up?”
“...way too long since we last got together! Our whole class is gonna have a reunion this weekend. Everyone will be stoked to see you and Sung Jinwoo there— ”
Beep.
You don’t have the chance to reply to the latest call you received from another ‘old friend’ when your husband pressed the ‘end’ button in one swift movement. Though his face looked impassive, his scent clearly revealed his agitation…not to mention the shadows that seemed to curl spread from the soles of his feet.
“First they tell you that I’m not good enough for you and that you should leave me, but now they’re all tripping over themselves just to get to me through you…” His lips stretched into a snarl, power rolling off of him in waves at their blatant shamelessness.
Jinwoo’s inner alpha snorted and growled, the mere thought of these impertinent swine daring to involve themselves with his mate even if to gain some sort of favor from him made him see red. 
How dare they?! He will rip and tear into their bodies and reap their souls to become his puppets if they so much as even approach you. Did they think he was bound by the rules of ordinary mortals? Foolish! 
The hunter’s alpha grinned diabolically, cackling from within the confines of his soul at thought of giving them their just desserts.  
“My big, strong alpha…Always willing to jump into the fray to provide for and protect us…How can I even think about choosing anyone else?” You crooned and purred at him, the soft sounds and your calming scent enveloping him and taming the shadows that once agitatedly tried to claw their way out of him to carry out his will. 
Burrowing into his arms, you embrace his waist and nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck as best as you could considering his height had also shot up recently. A few soothing kisses and kitten licks against the skin of his neck later, Jinwoo’s darkness ceased pouring out of him.
Because now he focused on wholeheartedly pouring every last drop of cum into your quivering pussy, thrusting weakly even as his fat knot plugged you up. Your lower belly bulged with the amount of cum he’d already fucked into you, but he still didn’t think it was enough.
At the rate he was going, he’s definitely gonna knock you up again.
Not that you were complaining. It was about time for Yeonjin to finally have a sibling to love.
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aventurineswife ¡ 6 months ago
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Okay skibidi hear me out, Penacony men with a s/o who was originally in a planet similar to alien stage.
I’ve been imaging random scenarios in my head and it WONT LEAVE ME ALONEEEEEE. How would the react learning that their s/o was artificially made with a older sibling? Or how they were actually naive as a child because how shielding they were by their older sibling only to find out the truth after preforming agaisnt them?
Reader joins the rebellion is just… hhshshshshdjdc I NEEDDDDD
The Cost of Freedom
Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Ratio x Reader, Gallagher x Reader, Sunday x Reader, Dystopian Themes, Found Family, Betrayal, Loss, Post-Rebellion, Grief, Existentialism, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Political Intrigue, Introspection, Trauma Recovery, Redemption Arc, Ambiguous Morality.
Warnings: Death of a Family Member (sibling), Themes of Guilt and Self-blame, Descriptions of Emotional Turmoil and Grief, Systemic Oppression and Rebellion, Brief Mentions of Violence and War, Ethical Dilemmas involving Loyalty and Survival, Existential Crises related to Purpose and Creation.
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Aventurine’s eyes narrowed as you recounted your origins—a distant planet where you and your sibling were engineered to be perfect instruments of a system you barely understood. Your older sibling had shielded you from the harsh truth, ensuring your life felt whole and untainted. They had been your protector, your guide, until you uncovered their compliance with the oppressive regime you eventually came to hate.
When you told Aventurine how you performed against your sibling during the rebellion, how their face had twisted in a mixture of heartbreak and betrayal as you dealt the final blow, his constant smile faltered for the briefest moment.
“I see,” he said, voice smooth but quieter than usual. “So, you won the bet, didn’t you? Sacrificed the thing you loved for the chance to topple the system.”
He knew the cost of winning far too well.
You nodded, the weight of that victory still pressing against your chest. "But it didn’t bring me peace. It broke me. I killed the only family I ever had."
Aventurine stepped closer, his fingers brushing against your trembling hand. "Family," he murmured, "is a luxury for people who play safe. You and I? We take risks. We burn bridges because standing still is a death sentence."
Though his words carried a glimmer of understanding, you could see it in his eyes: the gamble of loving you was one even he might not win.
And yet, in the quiet moments when you were plagued by memories of your sibling’s dying expression, Aventurine stayed by your side, speaking of strategies and victories you’d never dare chase. Because Aventurine, for all his charm and cunning, understood what it meant to run from the ghosts of the past.
Even if neither of you could outrun them forever.
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Ratio gazed at you, his expression unreadable as you revealed the truth of your existence: you were a creation, not born but made, shaped to fit a purpose beyond your control. Your sibling had shielded you, nurturing your innocence and curiosity while silently shouldering the burden of knowing the truth.
“I learned,” you said, voice trembling, “the truth during the rebellion. I had to… to confront them. To stop them from silencing me—us.”
The rebellion had been chaos, a crucible of innovation and destruction, and in the end, your sibling had fallen at your hands. They had looked at you, not with anger, but with pride and a heartbreaking sorrow.
Ratio leaned forward, his hair falling over his eyes. "You see it as a betrayal. But tell me—did they have a choice? They protected you because they believed you deserved better, even if it cost them everything. Including you."
His words stung because they rang true.
“Is that supposed to help me?” you snapped, tears threatening to spill.
“No,” he admitted, his tone unapologetic. "But it should make you see the brilliance in their actions. They didn’t protect you out of weakness but out of brilliance, out of love."
He reached out, his hand hesitating before brushing against your cheek. "Knowledge is cruel, my dear. It’s a weapon, and it cuts us as deeply as it cuts others. But you—" His gaze softened. "You must decide whether their sacrifice will shackle you or set you free."
Ratio would never admit it, but he saw echoes of himself in your story—an intellect burdened by loss, trying desperately to find meaning in a world that seemed too cruel to deserve it.
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The dim lighting of Gallagher's bar cast long shadows over his scarred face as you finally shared your story. You told him of your artificial origin, of how your sibling had raised you in a cocoon of safety, only for you to shatter it when you learned the truth.
“I didn’t mean to fight them,” you whispered, fingers tracing the rim of your glass. “But they wouldn’t stop. They believed in the system, even when it was killing us.”
Gallagher’s eyes flickered with a rare hint of emotion. "And so, you ended it. You chose freedom over them."
"I didn’t choose," you said, voice cracking. “I survived. That’s all it was. I survived, and they didn’t.”
He said nothing for a moment, only pouring another drink. Finally, he spoke, his voice low and rough. "Surviving doesn’t feel like winning, does it?"
You looked up at him, surprised.
"I’ve been there," he continued, his hand unconsciously brushing the scar on his face. "Fighting for something you believe in, only to lose the people you care about most. The world doesn’t stop turning, but you carry them with you. Every step, every breath, they’re there."
“Does it ever stop hurting?” you asked, the weight of your grief pressing down on your chest.
Gallagher shook his head. "No. But you learn to live with it. And maybe… you find someone who makes the weight a little easier to bear."
For the first time, you saw the man beneath the stoic facade—a kindred spirit who knew the ache of loss and the struggle of moving forward.
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Sunday listened in silence as you recounted your origins, his eyes fixed on you with an intensity that made your breath hitch. When you spoke of your sibling’s betrayal—how they shielded you from the truth of your existence and the oppressive system that controlled your lives—his gaze softened, though his expression remained inscrutable.
“You killed them,” he said, his voice quiet. “The one who protected you. Loved you.”
“I had no choice,” you said, guilt choking your words. "They stood in my way. I—"
Sunday raised a hand, silencing you. "You don’t need to explain. I understand."
You stared at him, disbelief flickering in your eyes. "How could you possibly understand? They were my family, and I destroyed them."
He stood, his regal presence imposing yet strangely comforting. "Do you think I haven’t made sacrifices? That I haven’t hurt the ones I loved in the name of peace?"
You faltered, unsure of how to respond.
“My Sweetdream Paradise,” he continued, his tone heavy with conviction, "was born from the same pain you carry now. A dream of mercy, built on the ruins of lives I once cherished."
“But at what cost?” you asked, tears streaming down your face.
Sunday stepped closer, his gloved hand resting lightly on your shoulder. "That is the question we must all face, isn’t it? The cost of peace. The cost of freedom. It’s a burden you and I will carry for the rest of our lives."
His words resonated with a truth you couldn’t deny. Sunday, for all his composure and grace, was a man shaped by loss—just like you. And though his dream of a perfect world seemed impossible, you couldn’t help but wonder if, in his own way, he was trying to atone for the same sins that haunted you.
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maryleclerc ¡ 2 years ago
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𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞* — charles leclerc
pairing: charles leclerc x model!reader
face claim: gigi hadid
summary: in which y/n and charles leclerc has been dated for several years, but they broke up and y/n find out she was pregnant but charles leclerc never it was his child.
warning: pregnancy, single mother, this is an social media au!, it’s just an imagination so please don’t take it seriously. before you read it, charles in this will be an arse so if you don’t like it you don’t have to read. i CHANGE alexandra username, just use as face-claim
i don’t own any of these images, also does not have any pregnancy experience
haven’t decide who will reader end up with so you can recom whoever reader should end up with OR maybe just like the title name, single mom. also don’t know which gender baby should be so im open up to you guys opinion!! 🤍 also please let me know what you think after read this au!. thank you!!
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yournameupdates Y/n Y/l/n reportedly reveals to Glamour Magazine that she will take a break from Model Industry after this week fashion runway with Versace Winter Collection. In the interview, she quote “It’s a little too overwhelming for me, and after 8 long years working in the modeling industry, I think maybe this is the right time for me to get little rest and spend time with my parents, siblings and loves one.” she also quote “I’ll come back next year, so don’t forget who I am”
Also don’t forget to watch “Y/N Y/L/N Answers The Web Most Searched Question!”
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y/nthegurl It’s just too much for her, so many things happen this year from the break up with Charles 3 months ago to everything that lead to this, she deserve someone better than him!!! Just 3 months he already move on
loverfory/n We will wait for you!!
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yourusername at mama papa !! 🧸🤍
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georgiaorlandoo Haven’t seen you since the broke up between you with Charles. But anyway, how are you?
⤷ yourusername I’m doing great!!! 🤍
⤡ henrypatinston_ @georgiaorlando Why did they broke up?
⤷ georgiaorlando Out of love, oviously ☹️
forevercharlesandy/n I will wait for you to come back!!
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y/nsgoddess Do you get dĂŠjĂ  vu when she's with you?
ginnag_ People say whatever they want but i know he’s happy with his new partner
spilltheteahere I miss Y/n and Charles era 😩 i cannot believe it’s GONE!!
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deuxmoi The first pictures of Y/n after her announce of taking a “break”. Congratulation Y/n Y/l/n!!
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lannister122 What? she PREGNANT?
babessbos I’m not surprise, know this will happen, just sooner or later
jessicawreen I wonder if Charles knows anything? @ihavethebesst
⤷ ihavethebesst Idek, like he’s already move on so i don’t even want to talk about it
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probablysimpledreams ¡ 6 months ago
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Another Chance (Dabi x reader)
a/n: grrrr all I can think about is Touya I just love him so so much!!! His ending and the entire LOV's endings still have me so :( and I've been imagining what it would look like if they all survived the war and got to live. Which led me to write up this fic where the reader was dating Dabi pre-war and didn't know he survived until Shoto sought you out and allow y'all to reunite!!! There's a hint of angst but overall it's very cutey because Touya deserves all the love!!!
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"I've killed over 30 innocent civilians. The firstborn of the Todoroki family. I am going to tell you all why I committed these heinous crimes."
Despite the words leaving the villain's mouth, you couldn't help but smile softly as you rewatched Dabi's reveal video for the fifth time. Work was slow and you were missing him a little more than usual today. Besides, it really was all you had left of him.
It had been almost three months since the war between heroes and villains went down, completely changing the world you once knew. This meant it was coming up on three months since you last saw your lover. Since the night he broke up with you, saying his time in this world was up and you should move forward. Without him.
"Excuse me," a young man says as he approaches the front desk you're seated behind. His voice snaps you out of your spiraling heartbroken thoughts. You take a deep breath, pulling yourself together and throwing on your customer service face. "Are you ______?"
"I am. How can I help you today?"
"My name is Shoto Todoroki." Your stomach drops. "Do you have a minute to talk?"
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For the first time in months, the week flew by. Today was finally the day you were going to reunited with Dabi. As excited as you were, anxiety was growing more and more inside your head. What if he didn't actually want to see you? What if you only make things harder for him? He was already suffering so much, maybe it would be better if you just went home and never came back and-
"He's going to be happy to see you." Shoto smiles as he places a hand on your shakey shoulder, breaking silence in the waiting room where you sat with his siblings and mother, all waiting for Touya to wake up from his nap.
"Yeah the idiot has been saying your name like every other day," Natsuo chimes in with a wide grin. "Still can't believe out of all his secrets, he had a gorgeous partner this whole time. You sure you're not some spy or something?" Fuyumi slaps his shoulder, shooting you an apologetic look before the two bicker. You chuckle at the sight, feeling your anxiety go down. You never imagined Dabi would have come from such a lively family.
"He's awake," a nurse approaches your group. You stand up with his siblings, Rei smiling softly at everyone before you all walk into his hospital room.
"Touya-nii," Shoto is the first to speak upon entering the room. "You have a guest."
"Yeah well fuck off," he grumbles, closing his eyes again despite just waking up.
"Well you heard him ______, guess we should head then," Natsuo teased loudly. Touya's eyes widen at hearing this, sitting up on the bed as his eyes scanned the room, landing on you with a shocked expression.
"________?" he asked in disbelief that you were standing here in front of him. Fuyumi and Natsuo snicker hearing his heart monitor rapidly beat, causing Touya to throw up a middle finger their way before returning his focus on you. You stood awkwardly as he sat awkwardly, unsure what to do next.
"Let's give them some privacy, yeah?" Fuyumi grabs Shoto and Natsuo before heading out the room, closing the door behind her. The silence persists until you speak up.
"Is it okay if I sit?" you ask, pointing to a spot on the large hospital bed. The size of the bed and private room must be a perk that comes with the Number One Hero's money paying for your medical bills. He nods, shakey bandaged hands smoothing out the bedsheets before you take a seat with him. "So Dabi-"
"Touya," he cuts you off. "You can call me Touya. At this point Dabi is gone." He sounded so nervous as he spoke it made your heart ache.
"Okay," you respond. "So Touya," you giggle upon hearing his heart rate monitor speed up again after saying his name. You take a shakey deep breath, collecting your thoughts. There was so much you wanted to say to him. You wanted to yell at him for leaving you. You wanted to cry, thanking the heavens and earth he was still alive. You wanted to make him promise he'd never do this to you again. Yet every time you went to open your mouth, no words would leave. Touya took notice to the conflicting emotions on your face each time you went to speak, the heavy weight of guilt tugging at his heart.
"I-I'm so sorry....." his words were quiet and it sounded like he was about to cry. He doesn't expect you to forgive me. Hell, he wouldn't be surprised if you didn't love him anymore. His heart sank as he heard muffled sobs leaving your mouth. He couldn't look at you.
"Can we start over?" you smile as he finally meets your teary eyes. His bandaged hand reaches to cup your face, thumb rubbing away the tears that have fallen from your eyes. He felt didn't deserve another chance at life like this, but god he wanted it more than anything. This time it wasn't because of hatred or spite. No he wanted to live out of love. Out of love for his siblings. For his mother. For you. Especially for you.
"Yeah, I'd like that," his voice is shakey as he speaks. He feels insanely nervous as he asks his next question, as if it's the first time he's ever asked you this. "C-can I kiss you?"
"Please." You don't care how desperate you sound in your answer. You needed him to know how you've been longing for him all this time, how he hadn't left your thoughts once since the last night you saw him. He pulls you into a sweet, gentle kiss. His lips are more burnt than the last time you shared a kiss, but it doesn't matter. He still tastes the same. He's still the same man you love. And this time, neither of you were going to let the other get away.
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littlejoyss ¡ 1 month ago
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𝓯𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽 9
“One single thread of gold tied me to you.”
Stray Kids - Felix x Reader
Red (golden) string of fate trope
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𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓲𝓸𝓾𝓼 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽 ← 𝓬𝓾𝓻𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽 → 𝓷𝓮𝔁𝓽 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽
The show had started five hours ago. It was full of chaos, as expected. And your models were supposed to start walking in an hour.
You barely had time to gather your breath before the curtain pulled back again, revealing seven very familiar silhouettes peeking cautiously into the alcove.
Changbin was the first to step fully inside. “Uh… are we interrupting something?” he asked, eyes darting between you and Felix like a nosy sibling catching someone mid-confession.
“No,” you and Felix said at the same time.
“You sure?” Seungmin deadpanned. “Because this feels like the part in a drama where we’re supposed to back out slowly and give you privacy.”
Lee Know crossed his arms and leaned against the wardrobe rack like he owned the place. “Too late. We’re here now. Besides, someone,” he shot a look at Chan, “wanted us to actually introduce ourselves instead of hovering like weird bodyguards.”
Felix laughed, stepping aside to make space. “Guys, this is her, the genius I haven’t shut up about for about a month now.”
Jeongin looked both bashful and starstruck. “Hi. I love your designs. Like, actually. I’ve never seen anything like what you did with that ombré silk and the beaded cuffs.”
Your eyebrows shot up. “You know about the cuffs?”
“Oh, he knows everything,” Han chimed in, nudging him with his shoulder. “He watched the leaked rehearsal video three times. You’re a legend in the group chat right now.”
Hyunjin stepped forward, his eyes tracing the half-staged looks on the rack with reverent curiosity. “You did all this with substitute materials? After someone tried to erase your concept?”
Your throat bobbed. “I didn’t really have a choice.”
“You made it look like one,” Chan said quietly, stepping into view. “That’s what makes you different.”
There was a beat of silence where the air felt weighted with unspoken respect. None of them were putting on an idol charm or saying what they thought they should. They were just seeing you, tired, resilient, and stubborn. 
“Felix said you were scary when you’re focused,” Han said, eyebrows wiggling. “I didn’t believe him. But… yeah. You’ve got that ‘make-a-grown-man-cry-in-fittings’ aura.”
Felix gasped in mock betrayal. “You promised not to say anything!”
“I said it was a compliment!” Han retorted. “She looks like someone who commands a fashion army, not like someone who’s been surviving on stress and thread.”
You snorted. “That’s probably accurate.”
The wardrobe alcove wasn’t big, and with eight idols inside, it was starting to feel less like a safe haven and more like a very glamorous closet. But none of you seemed to mind.
Hyunjin gently picked up a headpiece you hadn’t had time to box yet, delicate wirework and mother-of-pearl pieces arcing like wings. He turned it in his hands with the care of someone who understood how long it must’ve taken to make.
“This belongs in a museum,” he murmured. “Or a gallery.”
You met his eyes. “Or on a runway, in fifty-five minutes.”
He smiled, handing it back like it was precious cargo. “You’re going to steal the whole show.”
Bang Chan stepped beside Felix, lowering his voice just enough to keep it between you three. “If you need anything. Statement, support, literally anything. We’re all here for you. You’re the first soulmate of one of our members, so you’re a little special.” 
“Thank you,” you said softly. “Seriously. All of you. You didn’t have to come back here, or say anything, but-”
“But we did,” Changbin interrupted, firm and warm. “Because he loves you.”
Felix turned bright red. “Bin!”
“What?” Changbin shrugged. “She should know. She deserves to know.”
“Got it,” you whispered, your smile matching the flutter in your chest.
“Okay, sappy time over,” Bora announced, poking her head in again like the unflappable queen she was. “Makeup touch-ups in three, model lineup in five, showtime in twenty. Anyone not actively sewing or strutting, out.”
There was a scramble. Stray Kids didn’t need to be told twice, though not without dramatic goodbyes.
“Can we get a picture with the genius before we’re kicked out?” Han asked, already pulling out his phone.
You laughed. “One. And someone tell Seungmin to stop pretending he’s not excited to be backstage.”
“I’m composed,” Seungmin deadpanned, but his phone camera was already open too.
They gathered around you, chaotic and warm, arms thrown around each other like they’d been doing this for years. Felix stood beside you, his hand grazing your waist.
The flash went off.
“Legendary,” Han declared. 
As the others dispersed with a few final waves and chaotic bickering, Felix lingered. He tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear before pressing his lips lightly to your forehead. “Go knock them out,” he whispered.
And then he was gone, disappearing into the hum of the venue, the curtain swaying in his wake.
You exhaled. Then squared your shoulders.
The noise of the crowd swelled beyond the backstage walls. Models slipped into their final looks. Your assistants flurried around you with pins and tape and calm panic.
Your show was next. Your story was next. And you were ready to tell it in every stitch they tried to erase, in every detail you fought to bring back to life. Because no one could silence a designer who had found her voice. Not even Jiwoo.
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  The announcer spoke over the speaker, announcing your name to the crowd.
You heard it from backstage, your name echoing across the venue in perfect pronunciation, your brand stitched into the air like your embroidery on silk. The spotlight shifted to the edge of the runway, where a sleek black podium stood waiting.
Bora appeared at your side with a mic and a fire in her eyes. “It’s time. Go out there and let them know who you are.”
You took the mic with both hands, grounding yourself in the weight of it. Around you, your team stilled, models in half-laced boots, assistants gripping lint rollers mid-swipe. Even the hum of backstage fell to a hush.
One step. Two. Then you were past the curtain, stepping into the light.
The crowd murmured. Cameras clicked like a second heartbeat. Behind the runway, a massive screen flashed your name and collection title in bold, serif font. The music dipped just enough for the audience to feel the gravity of the moment.
You reached the center of the stage and paused. The podium mic caught a soft intake of your breath, but you didn’t flinch.
You lifted the mic. “Good evening,” you began, voice steady, clear, and somehow louder than the stadium-sized venue. “My name is …, and tonight’s collection is called Golden Resilience.”
A subtle shift rippled through the audience.
“I won’t take too much of your time, because the clothes will say everything I need to. But I want to tell you one thing before the first heel touches this runway.”
You took a breath, fingers tightening just slightly around the mic. “This collection almost didn’t happen. Materials went missing. Plans fell apart. Some of the original fabrics you’ll see tonight were never even meant to exist in this show. And yet, here they are.”
You let your breath fill your chest, grounding you in the moment. The runway lights were hot, and the silence was heavier than silk. “When I came to Korea, I wasn’t expecting my life to take this big of a turn. I thought I was just here to build a name for myself. Maybe prove a point. I had a vision, a sketchbook full of dreams, and enough ambition to power a city block. But then something unexpected happened. Something that rewrote everything I thought I knew about design, about why I create.”
You looked past the glare of the lights, past the rows of cameras and editors, toward the shadowed third row where you knew he sat.
“I found my soulmate.”
There were audible gasps. 
“I know many of you probably saw the headlines and the guesses in the media,” you continued. “But I didn’t want my first public confirmation to come from a photo or a rumor. I wanted it to come from me. From this.”
You swept a hand gently toward the runway, the garments lined in waiting just out of view.
“This collection was originally born from pain, creative pressure, fear of failure, and sabotage. But as I rebuilt it… I realized what I was really stitching into each piece. Hope. Trust. Safety. The kind of softness that only comes when someone sees you for exactly who you are and says, ‘Yes. You’re enough.’”
The spotlight narrowed slightly, sharpening around you like the universe was leaning in. “Golden Resilience isn’t just about bouncing back. It’s about who you become when you realize you don’t have to fight alone. When you meet someone who loves you not despite your cracks, but because of them.”
“This is my love letter. To resilience and rebuilding. And yes, to the boy who sat beside me on the floor while I worked, bringing me tea and folding scrap fabric just to keep me company.”
Your voice softened, but carried. “So, whether you’ve found your soulmate yet or not, I hope this collection reminds you that love doesn’t just look like flowers and kisses. Sometimes, it looks like thread. Like a golden string that holds you together.” You lift your pinky finger to remind everyone that they’re own soulmate thread is there. “And now… welcome to Golden Resilience.”
The lights dimmed. A heartbeat of silence. Then, the music began.
Your first model stepped out, draped in yellow hues. Every inch of fabric shimmered with intention. The gown’s train moved like water, embroidered with symbols you thought you'd lost when Jiwoo tried to bury your designs.
You stepped back, away from the podium, melting into the shadows as your story unfolded in silk and sequins.
Applause rose softly, respectful, awed. Not the kind of clapping people gave because it was expected, but the kind they offered when something hit them right in the chest.
Dress after dress, your designs walked the line between softness and steel. A cape that had been dyed into the deep blue of comfort, a jacket lined with fabric scraps, and a menswear piece with golden thread running through the collar.
You caught a glimpse of the boys from Stray Kids along the left wing, sitting now, faces beaming, clapping softly without stealing focus. Felix had a hand over his mouth, his eyes glossy in a way that told you he wasn’t blinking.
You waved lightly at him. He didn’t wave back. Not because he didn’t see you, but because if he did, he might cry. So instead, he placed his hand over his heart. Just once. You smiled, then turned your attention back to the runway.
There was a pantsuit dyed in golden tones, the fabric stiff at the shoulders and soft at the waist. Another model wore a coat with blue thread, glittering as they moved. 
And then came the look that silenced even the camera shutters. The finale dress.
Made of layered translucent silk, gold melting into rose, it moved like sunrise after the longest night. The bodice was embroidered in delicate loops of thread, the same design you used to sketch in the margins of your notebook when you thought no one would ever see your work. Attached to the back, a dramatic cape was placed. It was shaped like phoenix wings. 
The crowd gasped again, unfiltered this time. Some even stood.
The model at the center of it all walked like she already knew the runway beneath her was solid gold. And behind her, every dress that came before began to return one by one, flooding the runway with your army of resilience. Applause thundered. A full standing ovation.
You stepped forward with your bow. 
You bowed. Once. Twice.
And then, when you lifted your head. Felix was there. He was no longer seated. He had stepped just beside the runway, arms crossed tightly over his chest like he was holding himself together. When your eyes met, he gave you the smallest, most grounding smile. Then he mouthed: Told you you’d knock them out.
You laughed, even through the sting in your eyes.
As you turned to take your final bow, you were bathed in gold, but not from the lights. 
The string around your pinky glowed even brighter than when you first saw him. (A/N: This isn't over yet! The next release will be the last couple of parts. But...I have an itch to write more skz stuff! Could you vote on what you want below?)
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jessmalia ¡ 1 year ago
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I rewatched The Avatar and the Fire Lord a few days ago, and god, what a good episode. Revealing that Zuko is a descendant of both Sozin and Roku was a genius move (and that's not even getting into the Zuko/Aang parallels of it all). But there's something the show doesn't seem to think of, and that I haven't seen anyone in the fandom discuss either — the fact that Zuko isn't the only one descendant from both these men. Azula is, too.
The conclusion of this story that Iroh presents to Zuko at the end of the episode is that he alone — because of his lineage from both men the war was started from — is uniquely capable of cleansing the sins of his family and the fire nation and bringing peace to the world. But, the thing is, there's two sides of this conflict, and therefor two sides to its legacy. The external and the personal. The legacy of the external is the war, but the legacy of the personal is the sibling rivalries that kept repeating through generations of the royal family.
Though Roku and Sozin were not actually related, they were childhood friends as close as siblings and fucking shared a birthday, so the symbolism works. We know very little about Azulon's childhood or if he even had any direct sibling rivalries like this at all, but from what I can find on his wiki page, we know that Sozin favoured him over "other family" (I'm assuming his siblings). What we know very well, however, is what happened in the next generation between Iroh and Ozai. We know Azulon favoured Iroh over Ozai, and that this likely is the initial source of their hatred for each other, which resulted in perhaps the worst sibling rivalry of them all (what with the indirect patricide and throne stealing).
Then we go on to Zuko and Azula, whose upbringing kept going in the same patterns, but the key difference is them being the first ones to both be descendant from the men who started it all. If Zuko having this lineage makes him uniquely capable of ending the cycle of war in his country and restoring balance to the world, shouldn't that mean that both he and Azula having this lineage makes them uniquely capable of ending the cycle of brutal sibling rivalries and restoring balance to their family?
This conclusion I've presented seems to fit perfectly with the lesson Aang draws from the same story as well:
"Roku was just as much Fire Nation as Sozin was, right? If anything, their story proves that anyone's capable of great good and great evil. Everyone, even the Fire Lord and the Fire Nation, have to be treated like they're worth giving a chance."
I know this is supposed to be foreshadowing to Aang refusing to kill Ozai later, but I can't help but think it's even more applicable to fourteen year old Azula. It's really so ironic that the show runners thought Azula deserved what she got when their own show seems to be telling them that Zuko mending his relationship with her is what he ultimately should've done.
But, then again... that does sort of make her the perfect tragedy.
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sluttyten ¡ 9 months ago
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Kinktober Masterlist | Xiaojun Masterlist | Member Masterlist
tags: magical dildo, masturbation, cumming untouched, blowjobs, getting caught(?), voyeurism
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Rather early on in the relationship, you’d revealed to Xiaojun the truth about you. You were a witch. Not the stereotypical spooky kind of witch illustrated in Halloween decorations and horror movies. You described it to him as being like a Harry Potter kind of witch, to which Xiaojun had immediately begun asking you Harry Potter related questions to gauge exactly what you meant. 
What you meant was that you were raised in a family of magic-users. All the women in your family were witches, all the men were wizards.
Magic was an everyday part of your life growing up, and you were homeschooled with your siblings and some of the other magical kids in your town until you reached your early teen years when you went away to a magical boarding school to learn more about your magic, to learn to control it and enhance it. So quite a lot like the Harry Potter series but without the evil wizards trying to disrupt the school year, and to your eternal disappointment (and Xiaojun’s, once you tell him) dragons still aren’t real. 
So he knows about your incredible magical powers. Xiaojun knows and frequently takes advantage of the opportunities that having a magical partner presents him. 
The power of invisibility, the power to teleport yourself from one place to the next, to summon things. You can clone things exactly. You can send him secret messages that no one else has the ability to read. Once you performed a spell that let you both share a dream, which had led to some pretty crazy and otherwise impossible sex. 
Sometimes the magic makes it easier when you’re doing long distance — when he’s traveling with the members for tour or whatever — or even when he’s just super busy with schedules and you never get any time together. 
But the easiest and best thing about your magic is when you make a magical replica of Xiaojun’s dick. 
He came over to your place very late one night after a long, exhausting schedule. As he stepped fresh and warm and damp from the shower to snuggle into bed with you, wrapping you in his arms, he’d apologized that he was gone so often. “I’m sorry, baby. I know I’m not taking care of you like I should.” 
You hardly ever got time together while he was working on their upcoming album release, and during what little time you got, he was too tired to want to have sex. You understood. That’s what your favorite toys were for, but it’s just not the same as having your boyfriend inside you, a flesh and blood hard penis. Your silicone toys just can’t satisfy you in the same way. 
“I’m sorry,” Xiaojun apologizes again, yawning sleepily, not even able to open his eyes. “You deserve more than just your toys. As soon as this album is finished I’m locking myself in here with you, and no one is allowed to disturb us until we can’t take anymore of each other.” 
He smiles still without opening his eyes when you kiss his cheek. “Wouldn’t it be nice if there were two of you? One of you could go to work, and the other could stay here with me, fuck me right, let me take you out on dates.”
Xiaojun hums pleasantly. “Or you at least wish I could leave my cock behind?”
You laugh, and comb your fingers through his hair. “That would be interesting. Use it like a toy while you’re away.”
“Sounds like fun, baby.” Xiaojun mumbles, yawning once more. “I would love that.”
Within seconds, he’s asleep, snoring softly as he holds you close. You should be right behind him in falling asleep, but the mental imagery of what you had just been talking about keeps playing over and over in your mind. And the more you think about it, the more you want it. And the more you want it, your brain begins plotting a spell to make it reality. 
You don’t steal Xiaojun’s penis. You leave it fully attached, unlike in that silly scenario. But you sit up and peel back the covers, looking down at your boyfriend’s bare body. Xiaojun’s eyebrows draw together a little at the cooler air on his skin, at the sound of your voice, and the flicker of light sparks of magic between your fingers. You whisper the spell, move your hands, and you study his dick as you form the replica. You want it to be exact. 
And within the next half hour, you have it. 
An exact working replica of Xiaojun’s dick. A magical replica. 
You put it in your bedside drawer then turn over and go back to snuggling with your boyfriend, falling asleep moments later. 
It’s a few days later, days painstakingly spent without Xiaojun, that you finally remember what you’d done that night. You forgot about the magical dildo you’d created and stuffed out of sight. And today you’re horny and missing your boyfriend, so instead of resorting to one of your typical vibrators, you settle into your bed and tug your new toy out of its hiding spot. 
It truly is just a duplicate of Xiaojun’s dick. It’s been left in the drawer, untouched, unused for days now, so as you bring him out into the light of day, he’s soft, looking a little sad and deflated. But as you lie down in your bed and look at it, as you study it up close, stroking your fingers along it and tentatively suck the tip into your mouth, you find that this toy dick reacts a lot like the real one. It feels just like him too, the weight and feel and taste of him is just the same. 
Slowly, but surely, Xiaojun’s cloned dick starts to fill out beneath your tender touches and salacious sucking. You’re playing, enjoying your time as you suck at the dick how you want, treating him like a lollipop more than anything, honestly. And you begin to wonder, can this magical dildo that acts so realistic reach climax? Can your dildo cum?
You do your damn best to find out. 
You’re lying there alone in your bed, sucking cock, with your pussy throbbing, so you start to play with yourself too. Touching your tits, sliding your fingers down between your pussy lips, gliding a teasing finger around your clit. You moan around the cloned cock, push it in a little deeper, and you swallow around it. You pull in the base of it, drawing it out of your lips a bit before plunging it back in. 
Fuck, it feels good when you’re choking around a replica of your boyfriend’s cock as you plunge two fingers into your pussy, needing to feel something. You pull the dildo out by the base, keeping your lips tight around the shaft, pausing with the tip of the toy still between your lips, you flick your tongue against the slit a few times, wishing this was really Xiaojun’s cock, wishing that he was moaning and leaking salty precum on your tongue, wishing that his hands were in your hair to shove your throat back down around his cock. 
But he’s not here, so you have to do it yourself. 
You gag only a little as you plunge the dildo all the way in, deep-throating the toy. It twitches on your tongue, and that’s the only warning you get before the dildo is cumming, shooting spurts of cum down your throat. You choke but keep trying to swallow, dragging the dildo back out of your mouth slowly, you keep sucking and licking, and the poor thing keeps cumming until at last you pull it out of your mouth so you can breathe. 
It really, really is a magical duplicate. You didn’t expect it would be able to cum. Especially not that much. And it tastes exactly right too. 
The familiar flavor of Xiaojun’s cum is heavy on your tongue as you swallow again. You’re not finished yet. 
You don’t let the dildo go soft. You keep stroking it, spit on it, and suck at the tip again. 
Your pussy is in desperate need at this point. You’re soaking wet down there even as your mouth is drooling for more too, whines of pure neediness spilling from your lips as you stroke the dildo back to full hardness. 
Fuck are you glad you did this. 
You need Xiaojun’s cock, and thanks to your incredible witchy powers, that’s exactly what you’ve got even though your boyfriend is halfway across the city. 
You suck on the tip of the dildo as you lower one of your hands down to circle your clit, to dip your fingers inside yourself, getting yourself nice and ready to be filled with the replica dildo. Your pussy is so ready for it when you finally bring the dildo from your mouth to down between your legs. But you don’t want the teasing to be over and done with just yet, so when you take the dildo in, you only give yourself a little. 
Just the shallow thrust of the magical dildo into your pussy. Barely more than the tip just resting inside of you. You swirl your fingers against your clit, the other hand you’ve got holding the dildo, using it to shallowly fuck the fake cock into you while you focus on your clit, while your pussy tries to pull the familiar shape of Xiaojun in deeper. 
When your bedroom door suddenly crashes open, revealing Xiaojun framed in the doorway, you freeze. 
“What are you doing?” He gasps, his voice loud but not angry as he staggers into the room. “What the fuck are you doing to me, baby? I was working, in the middle of the meeting when suddenly I was rock hard and throbbing, feeling like you were kneeling under the table sucking me off.” 
Xiaojun staggers towards the bed, and you can see now the bulge in the front of his pants, a darker stain there too, like he’d cum in his pants. 
He stops at the foot of the bed, staring at you, staring at the dildo in your hand. 
“You did it?” Xiaojun asks, slowly raising his gaze up from the dildo you’ve got teasing your pussy, up your body to your face. His gaze latches onto yours. “You found a way to keep my dick at home for some fun?”
You nod. “I didn’t realize it was still like… connected. I didn’t realize you’d feel everything, Dejun, or I swear I wouldn’t have done it.”
Xiaojun makes an aborted noise. His hands curl tight around the edge of the footboard of your bed. “It was so hot, though. I immediately left the meeting, hid in the restroom. When Kun came to find me, I pretended like I was sick, actively ill, so they luckily dismissed me from the meeting, and thank fuck they did. Oh my god, my manager drove me here, and I think he probably thought I was dying in the backseat. I couldn’t keep still, couldn’t keep quiet. All I could feel was your perfect lips around my cock, baby, your tongue and your warm mouth, sucking me off so good. And then I came in my fucking pants.” Xiaojun laughs. “The manager had to ask me if I was okay, and I’m a little worried I’ve probably traumatized him when he looked back there and saw me glassy-eyed and curled over my lap, moaning and breathing heavy.”
You want to move down the bed, to put your hands on Xiaojun, reel him in for a kiss. He’s looking at you right now like he’s a man starved, and you’re all he wants to eat. 
“Baby, I didn’t stop feeling you on me. Your hands and your lips, and as soon as he put the car in park, I threw myself out of the car and ran in here. Fuck. I had to see you. And here you are, fucking yourself with my cock.”
You whimper, and your hand twitches on the base of the dildo, pushing him in a little deeper. 
Xiaojun moans at the end of the bed. His knuckles go white from holding on so tightly to the footboard. 
“Go on,” he tells you, his voice gruff. “Put it in yourself, baby. I want to watch you use my cock. Fuck your pussy like you wish you had all of me.”
He stands there, watching as you push the replica of his cock all the way in. You’re wet enough that he slides right in, hugged snug by your pussy. Wet enough that you know Xiaojun can see your wetness glistening along the length of his cloned cock as you pull it out just to thrust it back in. Again and again. Your legs twitch, toes curling. You can’t keep quiet, can’t decide if you’d rather watch the dildo disappearing into your pussy or if you’d rather watch Xiaojun as he strips at the end of the bed and stands there watching you while he’s rock hard. He doesn’t touch himself, but he doesn’t have to. He can feel everything you’re doing to the dildo, and you can see his cock reacting, can see how Xiaojun’s body rocks forward slightly like he’s sinking into you, how his rigid cock drips shiny beads of precum. 
You particularly love the way Xiaojun reacts when you yank the dildo out of you and bring it up to your lips, quickly sucking the combined taste of your arousal and his wet precum off, rolling the flavor of his cock across your tongue. 
“Fuck, baby, this feels unreal. Wish you knew just how crazy this feels, to see what you’re doing, to feel it all. It’s different than normal, more intense.” Xiaojun moans and rocks his hips forward into nothing while you suck at the tip of the dildo. “Insane. Please put it back in your pussy. I wanna feel you, wanna see it.”
You obey, happy to fuck his cock again, plunging it back into your pussy while you run at your clit, knowing that you’re getting close, feeling the tingle of climax beginning to spread through you, your heart racing in your chest. 
“Come on,” Xiaojun encourages you. “You look so sexy right now, baby. I’m gonna cum again, but not until you do.”
Something inside you snaps, the thin restraint holding you back. Your climax tears through you, racing through every vein and in your bones. You keep your hold on the base of the dildo, thrusting it continuously while you’re cumming, your fingers still moving on your clit too, and you’re squirting a little around the cloned cock. 
“So hot. Need to be inside you, baby. For real.” Xiaojun groans and climbs onto the bed, his weight shifting the balance around as he moves towards you. The dildo shifts and you moan. Xiaojun almost falls forward. “I want to cum in you, baby. Can I?” 
You nod. “Yes. Pretty please, Dejun. Need it.”
You drag the dildo out, leaving your pussy open for Xiaojun to quickly refill. He sinks right into you. 
As good as it was having his exact replica inside of you, it still doesn’t compare to actually having Xiaojun. To feel him pressed hard and hot inside of you, the heat of his body settling between your thighs, his eyes on you, his hands on your body. 
The dildo in your hand twitches, maybe feeling neglected now. 
You turn your head to the side, and you bring it back to your lips. 
“Oh, fuck!” Xiaojun thrusts falter. “That is…. That’s a whole new feeling. Oh, shit.” He moans again as you suck off the dildo, as Xiaojun fucks into you. You wonder what he’s feeling right now, and whatever it is must be good. 
He cums, filling your pussy while the dildo cums across your tongue and down your throat. 
You let the dildo fall away, and Xiaojun’s cum drips from your lips, down your chin. You can tell by the look in his eyes that Xiaojun is awestruck, is in love.
He lurches forward to kiss you right as you loop your arms around the back of his neck to drag him in. 
You crash together, moaning into the kiss as Xiaojun tastes himself on your tongue, as he rolls his hips forward, filling you again and again with his cock while he fits a hand between your bodies to touch your clit until you’re falling apart beneath him, your orgasm stealing your breath away entirely. 
“Oh, God,” you sigh when Xiaojun breaks away. 
He falls into his side, facing you. “That was crazy good. Really, like it was insane. The things I was feeling. It was layered, so complex I can’t even try to explain it.” Xiaojun reaches across you and he picks up the dildo from where you left it, a strange expression on his face as he watches it go soft. “Weird, but not in a bad way.”
“Good.” You lean in and kiss him again. “Because I will definitely be using it again. It’s still not as good as actually having you here, but it’s a hell of a lot better than my regular toys.”
Xiaojun lays a kiss on your forehead. “Maybe you should make a clone of your pussy, let me have some fun so you can experience it.” 
You laugh, but damn, your boyfriend has some good ideas. Even a couple hours later after you’ve showered off and are doing things to at least pretend like you don’t want to just stay in bed with Xiaojun, all you can think about is what he’s said earlier. 
Maybe you will have to make him a clone of your pussy, an exact replica so you can see what all the fuss was about. 
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a/n: I really wanted to write most of these kinktober prompts, and now that I'm actually like 11 days (or something like that) behind on them, I might keep posting them even after the month is over, but we'll see how that goes. I really wanted to write this Xiaojun one though because I've had this idea for ages ever since I saw this video on Twitter where this girl's dildo just really looked pretty realistic imo, and it's also quite inspired by The Magical Kundini series on AO3 (a Kun/Ten/YangYang relationship, so don't read it if you don't like that)
If you notice any errors or if you feel I should include some more tags/content warnings, please let me know!
I hope you enjoyed! Reblogs are deserving of my eternal gratitude, likes are greatly appreciated, and your thoughts and comments are always welcome!
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alisonwritesimagines ¡ 7 months ago
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Traitor ~Five Hargreeves Imagine~
Summary: Five betrays you. His wife.
Author’s Note: Can be read as a part two for this imagine.
Reader’s Pronouns: She/Her
Warnings: angst, cheating
Do not repost this anywhere!
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Five wishes that it was you who was with him in the subway. After all, he did everything to save the world and to save you. His first love. But the moment you had your daughter, she was both your’s and Five’s first priority.
So you stayed behind while Five went off to find Jennifer with his siblings when they got their powers back. Then he and Lila got stuck in the Subway for seven years. Well seven years for him but a few hours to you since you both last saw each other.
So when he saw you in Diego’s and Lila’s home with your daughter, he couldn’t look at you in the eyes.
“Hey. You okay?” You asked Five, noticing his quiet behavior. It was more unusual than before but you noticed the difference in your husband's demeanor.
“I… I need to tell you something,” Five tells you.
“Okay? Allison, can you watch Marie?” You asked her.
“Yeah. Of course,” she said, taking your daughter from you. You and Five walked outside where you can talk privately.
“You know that I love you right?”
“Yeah?”
“Please know that I will always put you and Marie first no matter what. You and her will always be my first priorities,” Five tells you.
“What happened?” You asked him. You held his hand which he pulled away from. He wasn't worthy of you anymore. He didn't deserve your love or your forgiveness.
“I was able to find a way to visit multiple timelines and it was in a subway station type of traveling. But Lila and I got stuck and we’ve been gone for seven years. It may be just a few hours here but I was gone for seven years. And something happened,” Five tells you.
You stayed quiet but you began to pick up the pieces. You sighed in disappointment as your eyes watered. Five finally looked up at you as you felt the tears run down your cheeks.
“I’m so sorry. You know that I love you right? We left the moment I found us a way out,” Five tells you. He took a step forward to you but you stepped back. You began to cry as you looked away. You quickly wiped away your tears before rushing inside. You rushed to the bathroom to splash cold water on your face so that you could try to calm yourself down.
Once you felt more presentable, you walked back out and sat next to Allison.
"Hey. You okay?" Allison asked you. You didn't speak. Instead, you nodded, lying at her. Allison pulled you into a hug and rubbed your shoulder.
Then, Diego confronted Lila which revealed her's and Five's seven year subway incident. Allison, Luther, and Klaus look over at you to make sure you were okay. You didn't look at anyone but the floor. Five looked at you, regretting what he had done.
When the Hargreeves siblings rushed to go to Viktor's aid, Lila's family began to comfort you.
"Are you okay?"
"I will be. I'm sorry."
"You have nothing to be sorry about."
You, Claire, and Lila's family rushed to where everyone was at, only to hear what Five had said. All of the Hargreeves siblings and Lila would need to sacrifice themselves so we could live to reset the timeline.
"I'm staying with my mom," Claire says. Everyone looked over to see you, Marie, and Claire.
"Y/n-" Five started.
“Five, I may be pissed at you. I may hate you right now. But you cant leave me and Marie,” you interrupted, beginning to cry. Five walked up to you and kissed your forehead.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t faithful to you in the end. But this is the only way. I want you and Marie to be safe in the end. You two deserve a better life,” Five tells you. You shook your head as you rested your head on his shoulder.
“Please. Don't leave us. Don't make us leave you," you begged. "We love you. I love you. And I need you, Five. There has to be another way. You can't die to get out of our fight."
Five let out a small chuckle. Even when you were upset with him, you knew how to carry a joke. But with the dwindling time you both had left, Five knew that he couldn't let you get hurt.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I love you. I told you that you’d always be my first priority right?” Five asked, he cupped your cheeks so you can look at him.
“Five, please.”
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I love you both so much,” Five tells you before giving you a quick kiss.
He blinked with you and your daughter to the subway station that he had mentioned to get you and Marie to safety. He led you down the station where the train would appear before giving you one more kiss.
“I’m sorry. I love you both so much,” Five said.
"Five please," you say.
Lila’s family as well as Claire came downstairs. Five continued to hold you, kissing your head as well as Marie's.
The train came making you cry harder. He lead you both onto the train and hugged you tightly. He gave Marie a kiss on the head one last time before backing out of the train.
Lila got inside the train with her family and Claire. You watched as Lila quickly left the train last minute, making her family call out for her. You broke down crying as Five cried as well, seeing the train take you all away to a safer place.
Original Fixed Timeline
You sat in the park with your family as you watched Claire play with the the three youngest kids. You sat on a picnic blanket, enjoying the sun.
"Auntie Y/n! Watch me!" You heard Grace call out. You looked over as she made a bubble with the bubble wand she had.
"Wow! That's amazing!" You say to her.
When the sun began to set, you packed up your daughter's toys so you could go back home with her and Claire.
"We'll see you guys again soon!" You say.
"Dinner next Friday!"
"Of course"
As you and Claire walked back to your car, you noticed a little batch of marigolds blooming under a tree. You stared at the flowers, feeling some kind of warmth with them.
"You okay, Auntie Y/n?" Claire asked.
"Yeah. Sorry. Let's go," you say, breaking your gaze from the flowers. As you walked with her, you looked back at the marigolds where it stayed under the tree. You looked back at Claire and your daughter before walking away with them.
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srjlvr ¡ 1 year ago
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SEVEN ROYALTIES
“once upon a time there was a promised couple, that time made them realize that sometimes, promises can be broken” — yang jungwon
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yang jungwon x fem!reader genre: childhood friends to lovers , promised to marry , fluff , angst ! warnings: mentions of food , pregnancy i think , maybe curse words (do lmk if i missed something!!) || NOT PROOFREAD !!
WORD-COUNT ; 5.5k+
NOTE. WOW!!!! can you believe how much time it took me to write this? i had an intense writer block and didnt know where to continue, lets not forget about my basically hiatus bc of school and etc.. im SO terribly sorry for taking too long, y’all clearly don’t deserve that!! also, riki’s parts are kind of mentioned? not so sure…
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“ready?”
“i’ve never been ready-ier”
“that’s not even a word!”
“and who are you to decide?”
“stop fighting will you? it happens every time, unbelievable”
“y/n, jungwon, stop bickering, everyone’s waiting for you”
you took a deep breath and jungwon held your hand.
as you entered the big hall all you could’ve heard for claps and cheers.
“happy birthday!” they all said in harmony.
that’s right, you and jungwon celebrate your birthday together, as you were born at the same day within a few hours difference, he was born first.
it probably had something to do with your mothers being best friends.
the queens of other kingdoms being inseparable just shows everyone that you don’t have to be in rivalry to win a happy life.
when your mother announced her pregnancy, jungwon’s mother cried out of joy, saying that she too, is pregnant.
it was even more exciting to see both of the queens celebrate everything that has to do with their pregnancy together.
birthday celebrations has never been as big as your birthday, mostly because of the over excitement your mothers both felt and still feel.
as soon as they revealed the genders, it was like a sign for them, and even before you were born, you were promised to each other.
“y/n, meet jungwon” your mother used her sweetest voice as she introduced jungwon to you. you were one day old and the queens already made sure you know each other, even though you probably won’t remember it.
“you do realize they won’t remember it in five minutes too, right?” your father tried to bring her back to earth but she was already gone in cloud 9.
growing up was quite interesting you’d say.
your mom made sure to visit hybe kingdom every monday and thursday, and jungwon’s mother came to visit every tuesday and friday. it has already became a ritual for both you and jungwon.
“y/n! it’s time to go!” your mother called you while you were busy playing with jungwon.
“i have to go now, but i will see you tomorrow, right?” you asked him and he nodded.
“you already know you will”
there was nothing more touching than to see you and jungwon getting along and spending time together, your mothers were clearly the happiest.
not only that you got along with jungwon, you got along with each of his siblings, and he definitely had bunch.
“fancy seeing you here again, y/n” heeseung came and ruffled your hair.
“it’s like we haven’t seen you for years!” jake added.
“how have you been? we missed you” jay hugged you.
“you’re always playing with jungwon but never walk up to us” sunghoon pout.
“we’re just glad to see you again” sunoo smiled widely.
“y/n can i join you two?” riki asked
they were definitely your siblings as well, and you love each and every one of them.
“find your own y/n then! don’t steal her from me” jungwon would always argue with them and scoff.
you just giggled and gave each of them a hug before going outside with jungwon.
“don’t be too harsh on them” you said and he rolled his eyes.
“they’re just trying to tease me”
“they’re your siblings, it’s like, a part of them”
he rolled his eyes once again and started running around.
as you slowly grow up with each other, you were slowly starting to develop something special towards each other.
“drawing again?” jungwon caught you in one of your castle rooms you used to paint in.
you grew a lot of habits, and one of them was drawing. you were never really confident in them, but jungwon always complimented them and even took some of them to hang in his room, he kept you motivated.
“you already know” you giggled.
growing up together for thirteen years already taught you so much about each other, you knew his strengths and his weaknesses, and he knew yours.
“can you teach me some tricks?” he asked and you looked at him confused, “i want to learn how to draw too”
you nodded and prepared a new canvas for him.
“sit here and adjust your chair so that it’ll feel comfortable enough for you, your hands needs to be a bit bent but not too much” you ordered him and he did as you said.
“usually you just start with a few….” you started teaching him the basics and guided him through it.
“before you make that line, make sure it’s angled and…” you held his wrist and fixed his posture as well, “like that!”
you failed to notice his blushing cheeks as you were too focused on teaching him, but he was too busy thinking about how close you are.
“it was fun seeing you today! i’ll see you tomorrow!” jungwon waved you goodbye as he left.
you left out a big sigh as he left, lately your mind has been occupied by so many thoughts about the future.
“is something wrong dear?” your mother, who stood next to you held your shoulders and caressed them.
“i’m just worried about something” you pout and your mother bent down a bit.
“what is it?” she asked softly.
“what if me and jungwon will no longer be together like the way we are now? what if he’ll lose interest and……”
“y/n, honey, you and jungwon are promised to each other, no matter what happens you’ll always be together”
you and jungwon basically grew up into the fact that you’re promised to each other, your families barely even mentioned it because it was so easy to understand.
“you’re right, but what if…?”
“you’re too worried about something that will probably never happen!” she joked and you nodded.
right, you’re probably overreacting.
at age sixteen, your parents signed you up for a royalty high school, where the high society teens attended. and of course they forced jungwon’s parents to sign him up too, with the excuse of ‘it’s always better to have more education!’
“ready?”
“i’ve never been ready-ier”
“that’s still not a word” jungwon signed and you just giggled.
“before we get in the class,” you spoke and extended your pinky in front of him, “promise me nothing bad is going to happen between us”
“don’t be stupid, of course nothing will happen” he locked your pinkies together and laughed.
even though he laughed it out, inside he was scared for his life. he knows high school changes people’s personalities, and he was so damn scared that something might happen between the two of you.
he doesn’t care about losing everything else in his life, as long as he never loses you.
“please welcome y/n and jungwon!” the teacher introduced you to the classroom and you heard cheers and claps.
you released your hand that was holding jungwon’s and waved at your new classmates.
jungwon looked at you, confused with your actions.
“hello, i’m y/n, please treat me well” you smiled and they all clapped and cheered again.
“y/n please sit next to leehan” leehan raised his hand.
“oh but we—“ jungwon was about to ask the teacher to let you sit together but you were to quick to move away and sit beside leehan.
“hello, i’m jungwon” he introduced himself and the class cheered.
“jungwon please sit next yunah” the teacher asked and jungwon went to sit beside minju.
he was already starting to feel like nothing good is going to come out of this.
“hey y/n! let’s sit for lunch!” jungwon called you and you nodded happily.
“i told leehan he can join us too! can you believe i actually made a new friend?” you asked and he nodded.
he was really happy to see you happy.
“is that okay?” you looked at him worriedly and he immediately smiled.
“of course! i’m excited to meet your friend!!” he genuinely smiled and started walking with you.
he was about to grab your hand and hold it but noticed you were busy holding your books.
guess your holding hands’ agreement is starting to fall.
“i know nothing about this school, we almost got lost at the entrance” you joked and leehan chuckle as jungwon was busy overthinking.
“i’ll guide you whenever you want, just tell me and i’ll be there” leehan replied and you smiled.
oh how jungwon wished the be the only one who can make you smile like that.
lunch went amazing according to you, jungwon was too deep in thoughts to notice it anyway.
“won! i won’t be going back home together with you today, leehan invited me to his place”
“hm? oh, okay” he mumbled as he saw your excited look on your face.
you were so excited to get new friends that you’ve failed to notice jungwon’s weird actions throughout the whole day.
he’s been weirdly quiet, barely even had a normal conversation with someone.
“jungwon? why aren’t you eating?” heeseung, his older brother did manage to notice his weird personality shift, jungwon would usually eat and brag about how much he enjoys his meal.
“just not feeling too hungry” the younger sighed as his six other brothers looked at him.
“something is not right” jay whispered to heeseung and he nodded.
“are you sur—“ “yeah, i’m sure” he pierced his gaze towards them and left them speechless.
he’d never get into a person’s sentence.
“okay then”
the awkwardness was very much present after that.
“so y/n tell us, how was school?” your parents asked.
“oh it was amazing! i met a new friend, his name is leehan”
“leehan from (name of kingdom)?” your mother’s eyes widened.
you nodded and smiled, “he was actually being kind and sincere!”
“oh that’s amazing! i heard he’s a very much handsome guy, how come you’ve never seen him in any celebrations we go to?”
“don’t be silly honey, she always paid attention to jungwon”
“jungwon!”
“hm?”
before you even let them finish their question, you got up from your seat, “it’s late, but i need to go to see jungwon!” you hurried outside.
“you have a visitor” those four words managed to confuse jungwon, who in their right minds would come visit him at this hour?
“yunah?” he asked as he noticed the figure that was waiting for him in his garden.
“jungwon! i had to see you, even if its so late already” she smiled and got closer to hug him but he stopped her.
“what are you doing here at this hour? couldn’t this wait until tomorrow?” he asked, he can’t remember being so close to her to the point that she’ll be showing up in his place at this hour. they just met today!
“i…i just wanted to tell you that if you need any help i’ll be here to assist you, i’m really glad to have you as my classmate” this time she hugged him before he could stop and he just froze in his place, trying to process what was happening.
while yunah was busy hugging jungwon, and he was busy being so deep in thoughts and confused, you were there to witness it all.
you wanted to ask him about his day, to tell him how much fun you had with leehan and how you couldn’t stop telling him stories about jungwon, you wanted jungwon to be included in anything that you did, and with every new friend that you got.
you didn’t even want to interrupt their so called ‘beautiful moment’. you were so confused and too tired to even understand what was happening.
so you ran away back to your place, promising to yourself that from now on, you’ll take a step back from jungwon and let him live his life freely.
so what if you’re promised to each other? sometimes people can’t keep their promises.
“jungwon”
“hm?”
“what if we grow apart one day?”
“that’ll never happen”
“but what if it will?”
“i will make sure it’ll never happ—“
“what if it will?”
“i…..i will make sure to get us back together”
“what if i’ll end up hating you?”
“y/n what kind of—“
“answer me please”
“i will continue trying to get you back to me, even if you hate me”
“what if you’ll start liking someone?”
“i’ll get back to my senses, we’re promised to each other!”
“sometimes promises can’t be kept…..”
“hm?”
“never mind….”
“now tell me, why did you ask those questions?”
“i’m just scared to lose you”
“you’ll never lose me”
thinking about this old moment between you and jungwon made you chuckle in disbelief, you were right all along.
always trust your instincts.
“hey y/n!” jungwon called you.
“hi” you answered dryly.
“is everything okay?” he asked worriedly and you hummed.
“let’s go grab ice crea—“ “can’t, going out with friends after school”
“oh…okay”
it hurt like a bitch seeing his disappointed face, but he has yunah now, she can help him feel better.
“jungwon! didn’t get to ask how was your first day at school yesterday!” leehan smiled towards jungwon who sat across him on lunch.
“it was okay”
“how is it going with you and yunah? i saw the both of you getting really close”
you almost choked on your food hearing what leehan said.
“yeah she’s a great friend”
great friend my ass.
“i’d like to see where it’s going” leehan winked and jungwon returned to eat his lunch while you rolled your eyes.
slowly but surely, the days flew by, and with each day that passed, you and jungwon became more distant.
“where’s jungwon?” leehan asked as you were about to take a bite from your lunch.
“huh? oh, i don’t know” you shrugged.
for the first time ever since you started school, jungwon didn’t sit with you for lunch.
he got some new friends to sit with, yunah was one of them.
you also, got yourself your perfect friends circle, you became basically inseparable.
both yours and his friends, were there to witness how you slowly turn into strangers, and it scared them.
all of the students in the school knew each other, as everyone always attend to the same events and see each other. it was no wonder everyone knows about you and jungwon and how strong your bond is.
while everyone was busy chatting with strangers on big events, you and jungwon made sure to stick together no matter what.
it pains almost every student to be witnessing your sudden distance and awkwardness.
“hey honey! it’s been a while since we saw jungwon, are you both okay?” your mother asked, concerned as its been months since she last saw her best friend’s son.
“yeah mom, we’re always hanging out with our shared friends”
lying is not cool y/n.
“oh! well invite him here sometimes too! i miss my son” she pout and hugged you.
you just sighed in relief and hugged her back.
“i’m changing some seats arrangements, so each two students names i say will sit together” your teacher ordered and you sighed, praying that she’ll let you stay next to leehan.
“y/n and jungwon” your worst nightmare happened.
it’s not like you were enemies, the tension was just so awkward between the two of you.
as if nothing happened between you two before.
you took your bag and sat next to jungwon without saying a word. you failed to notice his sincere look on his face, he really misses you.
“with your new seats, you’ll be also getting a new project to work on in pairs, your partner will be the one who sits next to you” okay now you’re sure universe hates you.
jungwon cleared his throat before he spoke, “let’s start working on it tomorrow, you’re free to come to my place”
my place. it used to be ‘our’ place before.
“don’t worry about missing me! i’ll see you tomorrow at your place!” younger you smiled widely at younger jungwon as you waved goodbye to him.
“it’s not only my place! it’s yours too!! from now on its ‘ours!’” he said and you nodded.
“same about my pl— our place!” you giggled.
whenever one of you would invite the other, you’d use the term ‘our’ place.
now jungwon said his place, and it suddenly felt so cold and distant.
you slowly nodded and walked away.
jungwon watched you as you stepped away, he wanted to add more, he wanted to tell you he misses seeing you at his place but failed, something was stopping him from doing so.
“y/n dear it’s been a while since we saw you! i feel like i’ve seen yunah here lately more than you!” jungwon’s mother welcomed you with open hands, “better keep up the competition” she teased and winked, knowing no matter what, you and jungwon will end up together anyway.
it wasn’t the same for you though.
“he’s in his painting room, only god knows how he’s the only one who managed to keep his habit” she’s referring to your old habit of drawing. if it wasn’t you who taught him your few tricks he probably would’ve find interest in something else, but something in painting just drew him to it.
you on the other hand stopped with your little habit, choosing a new one to entertain you.
you knocked softly on the door, and you heard a loud thud sound, “is everything okay?” you asked.
“yeah….” you heard a faint voice and relaxed as he opened the door.
his hair was a bit messy and curly, and you could see the paint stains on his face as he tried to wipe them off. he looks so cute.
“hey” you called, “hey” he answered.
“um, we said we’d work on the project”
“oh right, um” he sighed, “just wait in my room i’ll get cleaned up”
you nodded and instead of going to his room you roamed around.
“y/n!” you heard a voice calling you, you looked behind you and saw riki smirking at you.
“what a surprise” he said, “we haven’t seen you here lately”
“yeah, school has been really stressful, but we’re hanging out together after school with our shared friends” you lied again.
“y/n i thought we never keep lies in our family” he glared at you.
him being younger than you doesn’t change the fact that you shouldn’t be scared of him.
this troublemaker is terrifying.
“i’m sorry?”
“y/n! i’m so glad to see you” heeseung came to rescue and hugged you tightly, “we all missed you, can’t stop talking about you”
he was glaring at riki and signaling him to go away while you were busy hugging him so you didn’t even notice.
riki rolled his eyes, “um, i have some arrangements to make for my birthday, so i’ll see you around”
you nodded and continued hugging heeseung.
“how have you been?” you asked
“oh you know, dealing with one specific person”
“huh?”
“not something you should worry about”
“y/n?” jungwon came back and heeseung winked at you as he got the clue and walked away.
“i was on my way to your room when i got stopped by riki”
jungwon nodded, although both of you know very well that the place you’re in isn’t even on the way to jungwon’s room.
“so let’s part the project and each one of us will do their part instead of always working on it together” you suggested.
“i can get leehan’s help—“
“no we can work on it together”
“it’s really fine—“
“we need to work on it together so we’ll understand each other better” he raised his voice a bit and you were taken aback.
“you’re right” you mumbled and nodded.
a few hours passed since you started working on the project together, and the only words you exchanged were words about your project and nothing more than that.
you miss being with him and hanging out with him, but not like that.
“why don’t you stay for dinner y/n?” his mother asked as it was already late.
as you were busy staring at her, jungwon glanced at you, his eyes full of hope that you’d say yes, he missed this.
“i can’t today…i promised my parents i’ll eat with them today” you respectfully declined the offer as you were lying through your teeth.
your parents were on duties and you’d eat your dinner alone today, you were just too afraid that once you stay for dinner, you won’t be able to leave. you will never want to.
“alright darling, i really enjoyed seeing you, come here more! i know school is stressful but we’d really like to see you”
you gave her a hug and went away.
“oh right jungwon! you need to start getting ready to your brother’s wedding, it’s in a few days and nothing is ready yet!”
jay’s wedding is coming closer and closer, jungwon would once again will have to be introduced to other princesses, although everyone already knows who's the person he’s going to marry.
he just nodded and went back to his room.
when he entered his room, he noticed you forgot your bracelet as you put it down to be able to write better.
he sighed loudly, knowing he’d have to give it to you the other day.
you and jungwon rarely talk in school already, it’ll be very awkward to do so but he knows he has to, the chances of seeing you outside of school are low.
“here, you forgot it at my place” he mumbled as he handed you your bracelet at lunch in front of your friends.
they started whispering and gasping as you cleared your throat, “thank you” you quickly took it and put it on your hand again.
he nodded slightly and walked away back to his friends.
“what was that?” one of your friends asked.
“nothing” you mumbled and stuck a spoon in your mouth.
“oh you look so pretty! i pity all the princes you’re about to meet, they don’t know yet that you’re off the market” your mother clasped her hands and smiled.
being introduced to other royalties as creating a curiosity and maybe getting the chance of finding a partner was very common around your age, your and jungwon’s parents didn’t want to tell everyone the great news of their promised children, and chose to keep business as usual.
you nervously smiled and sighed, this is going to be a long night.
“oh y/n, you’re so pretty!” jungwon’s mother hugged you tightly and complimented you more than you could ever imagine.
“thank you” you did you curtsy and walked away after she told you to search for jungwon.
you didn’t actually search for him, you took one glass of champagne and stood next to one of those high tiny tables that were only big enough to hold your champagne cups.
“fancy seeing you here” you heard a voice really close to you and as you looked to your left you saw leehan.
“you scared me!” you playfully punched his shoulder and he giggled.
“you look very beautiful today” he said.
“so i look ugly in any other day?” you teased and he quickly shook his head.
“today is just, special”
you hummed and took a sip of your champagne.
“i’m actually surprised you noticed me in such event, usually you’d be around jungwon all night” he joked and you chuckled, “yeah”
“oh y/n we’ve been searching for you!” your parents called and you excused yourself from leehan.
“meet prince sohee from (name of kingdom)!” they introduced the prince who looked like he was younger than you by a few years.
his round eyes and soft gaze made your cheeks heat up. he was one of a kind prince and no one could deny his beauty.
“nice to meet you, i’m y/n” you did your curtsy and he kissed your hand.
you were so busy being introduced to and introducing yourself with your parents to notice someone’s eyes were on you the whole time.
before the wedding started his mother reassured him that the princes you were going to meet today meant nothing as you were promised to him, so why was he feeling so unconfident about it?
sohee’s visuals are no joke, out of all the princes here did they have to choose him?
he wanted to look away but his eyes refused to do so, so he was witnessing everything until it was over.
he wanted to leave, imagining so many scenarios about you asking to break the promise so you could marry sohee.
“jungwon! come here son!” his mother called and he knew it was his time now.
revenge time.
“meet princess yena from (name of kingdom)!” his parents introduced her as he took the back of her hand and kissed it.
he smiled widely as he introduced himself, knowing another pair of eyes might be watching him.
as you returned to leehan after the introduction, he began telling you stories about seeing you and jungwon always together.
you were too busy looking at jungwon staring deeply in yena’s eyes, as if he just saw the prettiest princess in the hall.
leehan’s words became faint as you focused only on him.
the way he looks at her, the way he treats her, they’ve only met but it feels like he knows and been in love with her for years.
tears threatened to fall from your eyes as anxiety washed all over you.
“are you okay—“ “excuse me leehan”
you bowed formally and went to one of the balconies to let it all out.
“come on! no one would find us here!” younger jungwon dragged you to the balcony as you were scared to get caught.
“it’s so boring! listening to their conversations, ‘blah blah blah’” he mocked the elderly as you laughed.
“are you sure no one is going to find us?” you asked nervously.
“y/n we always sneak out to this place and never get caught”
one of the reasons you and jungwon only had each other is because you’re always sneaking out to the balcony instead of interacting with other people.
you’d usually get some snacks and sit together in the balcony to play some games and laugh about anything until you felt like it was the right time to return.
you spent so many beautiful memories in this balcony.
thinking about these old memories made your eyes tear up even more.
you miss everything about the two of you, how did it get to the point that you’re crying in the balcony you used to laugh until your stomach hurt?
“take this” you stopped whining and looked at the hand that handed you a tissue.
you looked up to see riki.
“thank you” you took the tissue and wiped your tears.
“i better get going before i—“ “RIKI!!!!”
“it’s my cue to leave, sorry” he pat your shoulder and ran away.
your relationship with riki was complicated, this boy was scary as hell, that troublemaker did cause lots of problems to his family, but you always made sure to join his antics sometimes.
as scary as he is, he cares about you a lot, you basically raised him together with jungwon, you’re one of the few people who showed interest in him and actually played along with him.
you wondered if he’ll ever find the right one for him.
“you’re not so pretty when you cry, you know?” you looked behind you and this time you saw sunoo standing there with a smile.
“maybe i don’t want to be pretty” you mumbled and he giggled as he took a few steps closer.
“how have you been?” he asked.
“okay” you dropped your glance to your hands, one of the habits that sunoo noticed you do when you lie.
“you already know that i know that you’re lying” he replied.
“it’s complicated”
“i know”
“it really is”
“let time do it’s thing, he misses you too” sunoo rubbed your back, “i need to go now, wipe those tears away and change them into a smile”
you did as he told as he got inside the hall again.
you sighed heavily, does he really miss you?
sunoo said it probably to let you feel better about it.
you decided to walk around the place, avoiding the hall at any cost.
curiosity took over as you stood in front of his painting room, what was he doing there last time you came?
you opened the door and was welcomed by the smell of overused paint brushes and an aroma you can’t really describe.
you looked around the room and was amazed by his paintings, he really is a better painter than you.
you looked over to the canvas that was on the stand, probably an unfinished project of him.
if there’s one thing you noticed as soon as you took in all of his paintings, is that he always had a specific figure in them.
whether the figure was standing, running in the rain, sitting at a bus stop, it’s always the same one.
as you moved closely to the canva, you noticed the figure from close, the figure was playing the piano, the details about the piano were so familiar to you, and the room the figure sat in looked exactly like something you’ve already seen before.
“what do you think?” you askes jungwon as you finished playing your favorite song on the piano.
after painting you moved to studying piano, you fell in love with the sound it made when you softly pressed the keyboards, and the melody it created.
being so excited about it, a day before you started your school, you sat jungwon next to you and showed him your finished project, create a new melody.
instead of being focused on the melody, jungwon was focused on you.
you were busy pressing on the keyboards and enjoying the music it makes while jungwon was busy looking at you and observing what he sees.
god, he was so in love with you.
then it finally kicked you, the figure in the painting is actually…..
“what are you doing here?”
you turned around to see jungwon standing nervously.
“jungwon….” you whispered, “is that me in those paintings?”
“what?” he asked, cursing himself for his unstable voice.
“is that me?” you asked again, he really hoped you’d drop it.
“yes” he answered softly and sighed.
tears started streaming down your face, “i’m sorry, i’m so sorry..”
jungwon noticed your tears and moved close to wipe your tears with his thumb.
“why are you apologizing? you did nothing wrong”
you stared into his eyes and burst out into more tears, “the school, the new friends, us growing apart, and yunah that damn—“
“okay okay okay” he calmed you down and kissed your forehead before hugging you.
“i was so sure you’re angry at me” you whispered.
“angry at you? why?” he asked.
“the first day of school, it’s been a mess”
“oh, that” he chuckled, “can’t say i wasn’t angry, maybe a little? but i was more jealous”
“jealous?”
“yeah! you basically spent the whole day with leehan, what about me?” he scoffed.
as he still held your waist tightly and never broke your eye contact, you playfully punched his chest, “i wanted you to be friends with him too! at the same night i went to tell you about that and ask you about your day but—“ “you probably saw yunah….”
“yeah…”
he tucked your hair behind your ears and pecked your lips, “she means nothing to me, her hugging me meant nothing to me, she tried being a good friend and i let her do her thing because i wanted to make you jealous” he giggled, “now i realize it was a big mistake”
you pecked his lips again, catching him off guard, “big, big mistake”
“i missed you so much” he said, “missed holding you in my arms, spending days and nights with you, hearing your parents’ bragging about how big our wedding is going to be”
“i missed everything about you” you hugged him again and he hugged back.
“promise me something like this is never going to happen again” he said, “i was so scared to lose you”
“i promise, it’ll never happen, i’m yours”
“i love y—“
“there you are!! finally oh my god what took you so long!” sunghoon, jungwon’s older brother said as he found you and jungwon closer than ever to kiss.
“well? are you going to kiss?” he added.
“get out!!” both of you shout as he closed the door.
riki’s birthday party came in no time and your parents decided to announce everyone about your future wedding as well.
“we’d like to announce you that our y/n and jungwon are promised to marry each other!” your parents clapped, “when they grow more old of course!”
“who cares lets goooo!!” riki took the spotlight and raised a cup acting as if he’s drinking real alcohol.
cheers and claps were heard, some even smiled widely and wished the both of you happy future.
“hey y/n” jungwon called you and squeezed your hand that was holding his.
“hm?”
“thank you” he smiled, “for willing to spend your future with me”
“i’m yours jungwon, forever and ever”
“and i’m yours, forever and ever”
“god why so cheesy?”
“riki shut up!”
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thedropsofblood ¡ 7 months ago
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I love reading a platonic yandere family with a reader who's completely different from them
Idk if this was a request or not but here we are
You'd say your family was fairly normal? Well, as normal as a mafia family can be. You had wonderful parents and two loving caring older siblings. Wonderful, right? Yeah, no, you wish it was.
Your brother was hugging you and whining about how you shouldn't get too close to your friends, meanwhile you ignored him and paid attention to your homework. Your sister looked at the scene with a frown before dragging your brother away, stealing his position and refusing to let go of you instead. They were like cats and dogs around you, constantly bickering and only shutting up once you've actually gotten mad at them.
Meanwhile your father sat on the couch a little away from you, reading his newspaper and smoking a freshly wrapped cigar. Your mother sat between your father and you, occasionally helping you out with your homework but mainly distracted by her phone. Despite all their flaws, in your opinion, they were the best family you could've asked for. You thought to yourself as you closed your textbook, leaning in to rest your head against your mother's shoulder.
You really needed a nap, especially after a rough day at school.
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What you didn't know was how they acted when you're not around.
"I knew something was wrong with my poor, poor baby..." Your mother muttered after moving your jacket up to reveal your bruised arm. Your sister frowned, leaning over to look at the mark before saying with a rather harsh tone. "Are they getting bullied? Dad, did you say brother would keep an eye on them at school What about the principal? Didn't you buy that old hag out already?!"
"Your brother was preoccupied today. He needed to catch up on his missions, don't blame him for something out of his control." Your father sets down his newspaper, his attention moving over to the bruise on your arm and taking a deep breath of the cigar. "I'll deal with the hag later. Seems like she's forgotten the only reason why she's still alive."
"The death of her entire bloodline wouldn't make up for our sunshine's bruise now wouldn't it, father?" Your brother barked back, crossing his arms and rolling his eyes. He was already in a bad mood today because of his missions, this was oil on top of the already burning flame. Your mother silently nodded, her gloved hand grazing over your bruise as if she just got robbed of her most precious jewellery. No, this was even worse than her entire net worth being taken away and burnt at the stake, they injured her entire livelihood, the only ray of sunshine in their corrupted blood stained world, they deserved much worse than just death.
Her hand subconsciously tightens around your arm, causing your sister to grip onto her wrist and pull her hand away before she accidentally wakes you up, gaining a sigh of relief and gratitude from your mother.
Your father meanwhile was rubbing his temples from a supposed headache. He spoke up roughly, eyes narrowing at you as he brushed his hair out of his face. "What if we just homeschool them then? If you're all so persistent about keeping them safe?"
"Do you remember the last time we tried that? They sneaked out and almost got assassinated by your old rival, dad." Your sister frowned, tightening her hug around your torso and nuzzling her head into your chest, all to the dismay of your other family members.
Your brother seemingly had an idea that made his eyes sparkle. He said enthusiastically, hands on his hip as if he just made a major discovery. "What if we just buy out an entire school and make them move into it? It wouldn't be that expensive, just a few millions, and our sunshine will be completely safe."
Despite your brother often having horrible ideas, this, somehow, seemed surprisingly reasonable. Your mother crossed her legs as she thought about it, before giving a nod towards your father, who puffed out the smoke and muttering. "I'll assign it then, honey. Please, treat our sunshine bruises for me, I'll notify you when it's done." Your father held your mother's hand and placed a kiss on it before grabbing his phone, walking out to make a phone call.
Your mother smiled before standing up and setting you to lay down on the sofa, making your sister let go of you, albeit hesitantly. She puts a thin blanket over your sleeping body and a pillow underneath your head, before placing a kiss on your forehead.
"Come on, mom. We have a hag to take care of." Your brother said, sending your mother a glare, which she returned right back to him, causing him to look away to pack up his firearms, preparing for his upcoming with his sister. Your mother sighed, following behind them, her gaze lingering on your sleeping body for a moment before quickly setting off.
No matter how little they get along with each other, they can at least try to get along for the sake of your happiness.
A/N: This was so rough but I live laugh love through it 💔
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wangxianficfinder ¡ 8 months ago
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In the mood for...
Dec 8th
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1. Hello!!! Thank you so much for what you do! You are amazing! I want to make a ITMF fic request: I am looking for fics where wen Qing and Wen Ning are better siblings to Wei Wuxian than JC and JYL. I love their dynamic and I always found Jiang Cheng lacking in the sibling department. I prefare no modern setting, but I am not very picky. Their siblinghood can be anything from just calling eachother didi/gege/jiejie after spending a lot of time togiether and bonding, to sworn brotherhood, to WWX being outright adopted by the wens. I just want WQ WN WWX best siblings. Lots of love!
Ps: ignore my username, i dont want to see any ships between WQ WN WWX lol @justhereforthefilthnnsfw
🧡🔒 Truth Will Out (when caught on video) - End_OTW_Racism! by KizuKatana (E, 178k, WangXian, WN & WWX & WQ, graphic depictions of violence, modern cultivation, canon divergence, YZY abuses WWX, caught on camera, partial core removal, WWX kicked out of Jiang sect, livestreamer WWX, meet ugly, dual cultivation, smut, no war) I just read it and I loved it. And the siblings dynamic of Wei Wuxian and Wen Ning and Wen Qing is beautiful. It is modern, but with sound worldbuilding on the cultivation side
❤️ The Third Young Master of the Qishan Wen by KouriArashi (T, 139k, WangXian, LXC/JGY, JC/WQ, WQ & WWX & WN, WWX & JGY, Canon Divergence, Alternate Canon, Romance, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Politics, Revenge, Families of Choice, Sibling Bonding, Mutual Pining, Eventual Happy Ending, Everybody Lives)
Sunset, Sunrise by Ariana Deralte (ArianaDeralte) (T, 59k, WWX & WRH, WangXian, WIP, Time Travel Fix-It, Crack, Temporary Character Death, sorry I killed a-Yuan for a few paragraphs before the time travel, WWX is a Wen, Genius WWX, WRH gets to rewatch the series as a treat, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, in this house we acknowledge that all the sects have flaws, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, WWX Has ADHD, Bad Parents JFM & YZY, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Autistic LWJ) link in #5
Green-gege Saves a lot of Lives by Eternal_writes (T, 11k, WangXian, WQ & WWX, WN & WWX, YLLZ WWX, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, Burial Mounds Ensemble as Family, Wen Remnants Live, Everyone Lives, Fix-It, Soft NMJ, POV NMJ, POV WWX, Supportive NMJ, Protective NMJ, NMJ solves all the problems unintentionally, NHS Knows Everything, NHS’s spies are talked about alot, NHS manipulates from the shadows like the best friend he fucking is, NHS & WWX Friendship, Sworn Brothers NHS& WWX & WN, BSSR makes a small appearance at the very end, Immortal BSSR is the best grandmother, Golden Core Reveal, JC & WWX Reconciliation, Good Sibling JC, Soft JC, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, WWX Lives, WWX Loves LWJ, WWX is not as oblivious as canon, WWX gets the help he deserves and his family back, Featuring WWX’s inventions)
Scars of Lightning by The_peregrine_falcon (T, 6k, YZY & WWX, WWX & WRH, WangXian, YZY’s A+ Parenting, Canon Divergence, Not Canon Compliant, Wen WWX, zidian, YZY is a bitch, Canon-Typical Violence, Blood and Injury, Major Character Injury, Heavy Angst, Lotus Pier, Nightless City, Young WWX, Muteness, Hurt kind of comfort)
A Star Fell by CordialCoroner (CordialCrow) (M, 76k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, No Golden Core Transfer, POV Multiple, Bad Parent YZY, Bad Parent JFM, Not JC Friendly, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Slow Burn, Sunshot Campaign, WWX becomes a medic, Mutual Pining)
A Brother’s Choice by Admiranda (M, 8k, Time Travel, Yiling Bros, Animal Death, Minor Character Death, madam yu’s canonical cruelty, Post-Canon Setting)
💖 i’ll keep walking by justdoityoufucker (orphan_account) (T, 2k, WQ & WWX & WN, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Time Travel Fix-It, Not JC Friendly, Everyone Lives, Found Family, Canon Jiang Cheng Characteristics)
Grave dirt by esama (T, 92k, WangXian, canon divergence, yiling wei sect au, demonic cultivation, farming, found family, pre-slash, politics, fix-it of sorts)
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2. Hello, how are you? I’d like to thank you for this blog; the fandom wouldn’t be the same without you!
I’d like to request a modern AU fanfic featuring university Wangxian, with both of them yearning for each other without realizing their feelings are mutual. Explicit or general rating is fine!
Thank you so much, and have a great week! 💞 @witchsik
The Simplest Way Forward by harriet_vane (E, 70k, WangXian, Modern AU, Accidental Baby Acquisition,Kid Fic, explicit in much much later chapters, green card marriage (but not really), pining for your own husband, endless pining, Slow Burn, Happy Ending, Nothing else bad or traumatic happens to the baby, [Podfic of] The Simplest Way Forward by knight_tracer)
Nothing But Trouble by brooklinegirl (E, 60k, WangXian, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Modern, JC mooning over WQ, getting wrecked sexually, WWX’s single brain cell, Practice Kissing)
🔒 so take my hand (take my whole life too) by cicer (E, 92k, wangxian, Modern, Accidental Baby Acquisition, oh my god they were roommates, Idiots in Love, Mutual Pining, Implied/Referenced Drug Addiction, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, this fic is not about trauma, it’s about the yearning, slowburn, some characters have a pretty strong bias against folks with drug addiction, (this does not reflect the author’s opinion of people with addiction disorders!), none of the really grim abuse/drug use affects our main characters, and it takes place offscreen)
synesthesia by uchiuchi (T, 28k, WangXian, Modern, College/University, Strangers to Lovers, Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining)
the earthquake in the room by phnelt (E, 39k, WangXian, College/University, Modern: No Powers, Canada, Getting Together, Mentions of lwj/others, background NieLan, background QingMian, inter-faculty romance, strangers to lovers to frenemies to lovers, mostly book characterisation, Background XuanLi)
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3. Perhaps please send me the top 10 best WangXian fics of all time based on likes, comments, and saves? @ethrealily
Top by Kudos
Top by Comments
Top by Bookmarks Please note these all are filtered only by WangXian and English
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4. I kkow it's a weird ask but please help I'm looking for 90k+word long fics with a virgin WY fic where he is a bottom but i dont mind swutch either. it's really hard to find fics like that. Please help🙈🙈🙏🙏
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5. Hello!
For In The Mood For, what are the current good regularly updating WIPS?
Doesn't need to be frequent as long as they do update sometimes!
No A/B/O please @chalionkat
Sunset, Sunrise by Ariana Deralte (ArianaDeralte) (T, 59k, WWX & WRH, WangXian, WIP, Time Travel Fix-It, Crack, Temporary Character Death, sorry I killed a-Yuan for a few paragraphs before the time travel, WWX is a Wen, Genius WWX, WRH gets to rewatch the series as a treat, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, in this house we acknowledge that all the sects have flaws, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, WWX Has ADHD, Bad Parents JFM & YZY, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Autistic LWJ)
The Threads of Fate by WaitForTheSnitch (E, 99k, WangXian, WIP, Time Travel Fix-It, Canon Divergence, Not Everyone Dies, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Cloud Recesses Shenanigans, Good Uncle LQR, Protective LWJ, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, Pining LWJ, WWX in WWX’s Body, JC & WWX Reconciliation, is it reconciliation if WWX doesn’t know they were estranged?, Oblivious WWX, WWX Deserves Better, WWX Deserves Happiness, Siblings JC & WWX, Supportive JYL, Protective NHS, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Comic Book Science)
🔒 in the half shade of my thorns by Reverie (cl410) (M, 70k, WangXian, WIP, Developing Relationship, Autistic LWJ, POV LWJ, Genius WWX, WWX Protection Squad, Gusu Lan Sect, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, aka the Madam Yu warning, Light Angst And Hurt/Comfort, Politics, Canon Divergence, No Sunshot Campaign, Cultivation Sect Politics, Protective WWX)
🔒 The Second Hand Unwinds by trulywicked (E, 75k, WangXian, JYL/JZX, WIP, Time Travel Fix-It, Not JC Friendly, Not Yunmeng Jiang Sect Friendly, Not Jiāng Family Friendly, Not YZY Friendly, Time Travelling LWJ, Protective LWJ, Fluff, Minor Angst, Minor Character Death, JGS is his own warning, Wooing, LWJ is romantic af, Inventor WWX, Genius WWX, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Protective Gusu Lan Sect, Supportive LXC, Good Uncle LQR, WWX Protection Squad)
Lucky to have a sister by Beginner9to5 (T, 50k, WIP, WangXian, Fix-It, Time Travel Fix-It, No Golden Core Transfer, Burial Mounds Ensemble as Family, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, WWX Leaves the Yunmeng Jiang Sect, Canon Divergence, No resurrection, Failed soul summoning, Protective WQ, Good Sibling WQ, WQ is So Done, Adoptive Parent WWX, Protective NHS, Inventor WWX, Protective LWJ, Protective LXC, Jiang Family Bashing, JC Bashing, Hurt WWX, Scheming NHS, Bad Parents JFM and YZY, JC Has Issues, Homophobia, Morally Gray LWJ)
The Royal Mess by Writerqueensue (Not Rated, 21k, WIP, WangXian, Royalty, Arranged Marriage)
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6. Hello! Thanks for your hard work! I'm I'm the mood for some stories where Lan Zhan says or does something that makes Wei Ying thinks Lan Zhan actually does hate him (which he doesn't) and so Wei Ying stops trying to be his friend and ignores him or gets real formal and distant and Lan Zhan fixes his mistake or Wei Ying even falls for someone else. Angst can be included. Thank you! @marietsy40-blog
🧡🔒Truth Will Out (when caught on video) - End_OTW_Racism! by KizuKatana (E, 178k, WangXian, WN & WWX & WQ, graphic depictions of violence, modern cultivation, canon divergence, YZY abuses WWX, caught on camera, partial core removal, WWX kicked out of Jiang sect, livestreamer WWX, meet ugly, dual cultivation, smut, no war) link in #1
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7. itmf wangxian great british bake off fics? or anything adjacent to that!
thank you so much 🤗 @starlightrenmin
Battle Chefs series by sami (T, 28k, WangXian, Modern, Reality Show, cooking contests, Format - Recaps, Humour) This is Battle Chefs but may hit the same spot
Welcome to the Great Gusu Bake Off! series by BlackWiresOnHerHead (G, 59k, Modern, College/University AU, The Great British Bake Off AU, Humor)
🧡 don’t threaten me with a good time by livinginaworldofnoise (G, 60k, WangXian, Modern AU, Great British bake off AU, Script format, Fluff and Crack, Reality TV, Social media)
🔒 will the cultivators Nail It? by AmyNChan (G, 21k, minor WangXian, minor JYL/JZX, Nailed It AU, Modern AU, TV Show, Chaotic WWX, Awkward JZX, SS Being an Asshole, Judge LWJ, the Nailed It editors deserve a shoutout, Nichole and Jacques being best friends)
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8. Itmf first time parent Wei Ying is overwhelmed and crying himself because A-yuan (or any wangxian baby) is also crying a lot. @constellation-dks
my memory plays our tune, the same old song by Sweetlittlevampire (G, 15k, WangXian, Modern, Romance, Kid Fic, Neighbours, Bisexual WWX, LWJ Has Friends, Child trauma, Mentions of Death, Humour, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Rabbits, Misunderstandings, But only little ones!)
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9. hi!! I'm looking for fics which have absolutely batshit crazy plot twists. Like, jaw on the floor and can't function for 10 minutes plot twists. No JC bashing please!
💖 Magical Marriage Ribbons Series by starandrea (Varies, 1m, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Accidental Marriage, Fluff, Happy Ending, Telepathic bond, Kink Negotiation, Family Drama, Magical Pregnancy, Dual Cultivation, Shapeshifters, Modern with Magic, Immortality, Yilling Wei Sect, [podfic] Magical Marriage Ribbons by dangercupcake) I would recommend the gratifyingly very long and creative Magical Marriage Ribbons series by Starandrea which has been recc’d here many times because it starts out canon(ish) and quickly goes into new territory/directions, increasingly more wild, but still with full flavor mdzs vibe
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10. Hey there! I have another request. Are there any five where Wei Ying is resurrected, but for him its like he was just at the siege and he isn't so blasĂŠ about being dead. And he wants nothing to do with the cultivation world and just walks away. It can be anybody who resurrected him, the point is he just says no to whoever did it and their plan. Even if he dies from refusing to do what was asked of him. Thanks! @marietsy40-blog
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11. HII! This is for itmf! Any crime/mafia au's i read "You & Me Baby, We'll Eclipse The Sun" and need more mafia au's! Or any wangxian mpreg fics with wwx and abusive madam yu/ madam yu fics where her treatment of wwx harms someone else and she gets in trouble
Crime & Chaos by NebulusCharlie (Not Rated, 24k, WangXian, Crime AU, Modern AU)
For Safekeeping Purposes by ChilianXianzi (M, 3k, wangxian, Modern, Gangsters, Crime Boss LWJ, Sugar Daddy LWJ, WWX Has Self-Esteem Issues, And LWJ's going to take care of that, thoroughly, Domestic fluff but everyone's in a crime syndicate, Found Family, Age Difference, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Canon-typical Abusive Jiangs)
So Full Of Love (Wouldn’t Know Where to Start) by witchupbitch (M, 63k, WIP, WangXian, Best Friends, Friends to Lovers, Fluff, Eventual Romance, Eventual Sex, Possessive LWJ, Protective LWJ, Blood and Violence, Idiots in Love, Humor, Mafia AU, Modern AU, Flirting, shameless WWX, Confident WWX, Explicit Language, Mutual Sexual Tension, dark LWJ, Dark WWX, Exhibitionism Sex, Possessive Behavior, Unhealthy Relationships, Twisted and Fluffy Feelings)
See What I've Become by Vamillepudding (T, 24k, WangXian, Mob, YLLZ WWX, Hurt/Comfort, LWJ Needs a Hug, Sickfic, Protective WWX)
What Belongs to You by cinder1013 (E, 36k, WangXian, Stripper WWX, Crime Boss LWJ, Sex Positive, stds do not exist in this world, Polyamory, Public Sex, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Wall Sex, background 3zun, previous WWX/WLJ, but we don’t see any of it here, but she’s A-Yuan’s mother, Child Abandonment, Sex Work Is Work, gender non-conforming clothing, Good MY, Rimming, violence toward a child, violence in front of a child)
rather be the hunter than the prey by lokwacious, Regency_Bunny (E, 31k, WIP, WangXian, Modern AU, Mafia AU, FBI Agent WWX, Mafia LWJ, Bichen is a gun now, Some Crack, Dark lwj, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Gangsters)
You Only Die Twice by Mikkeneko (T, 11k, WangXian, Modern AU, Assassins/Spies, Assassins & Hitmen, Mafia AU, Action, Moderate Violence, a lot of people die but no named characters, not exactly lan sect friendly, not exactly lan sect critical either, Assassin LWJ, Kindergarten Teacher WWX, coffee shop meet cute, Let LWJ Say Fucks, lightly cracky, Non-Linear Narrative)
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12. hi, ITMF fics where A-Yuan is traumatized by the Jin Sect and what happened in the camps? Like I've seen some fics where A-Yuan can't stand people wearing gold because he associates the color with bad people. This is a very specific fix I'm currently in need of but don't know what to search for haha. Thank you very much for all the hard work!
keeping score by hauntedotamatone (T, 6k, LSZ & WWX, Background WangXian, the opposite of reconciliation, Protective WWX, Duelling, Grief/Mourning, not for jc fans, Swordfighting, Resentment, LSZ centric, No JC & WWX Reconciliation)
🔒 the thread may stretch or tangle but it will never break by RoseThorne (E, 105k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Soulmates, Self-Esteem Issues, Fix-It, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Nightmares, PTSD, Handfasting, Panic Attacks, Getting Together, First Time, Aftercare, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, /Referenced Torture, Scars, Chronic Pain, Golden Core Reveal, First Time, Switching, sex-related injury, LWJ Stays at the Burial Mounds, LSZ is a Wèi, Good Sibling JC, Dissociation, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, Disability, Scheming NHS, Disabled Character, Somnophilia)
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13. Hello! Good morning/afternoon/evening. Sending this for "In the Mood for" :D Fics of LWJ and NHS scheming together? They could scheme against anyone that wronged them or in LWJ case, who wronged WY.
Example of this is in the fic "A Matter of Time" by mrcformoso. (A favorite fic of mine uwu )
Thank you!!!
Not This Time by Marinelifeclub (M, 93k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Time Travel, Angst, Dark LWJ, Protective LWJ, YLLZ WWX, Resentful WWX, Established Relationship, POV Alternating, Sunshot Campaign, Hurt/Comfort, Eventual Smut, Minor XuanLi, not for jc fans, eventual 3zun, Kid Fic)
🔒 Something is wrong with A-Zhan! by HeloSoph (M, 15k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Time Travel Fix-It, Sort Of, Dark LWJ, Morally Gray WWX, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, WWX Isn’t Adopted by the Jiangs, WWX is a Lan, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, JC Bashing, Smitten LWJ, Possessive LWJ, Engaged WangXian, Blood and Violence, a lot of people die, LQR Metaphorically Qi-Deviates, because of, Shameless LWJ, LQR Tries, to fit into the following tag, Good Uncle LQR, Semi-Public Sex, or at least wangxian’s version of it, Scheming NHS, POV NHS)
The Way It Wasn’t by KouriArashi (T, 72k, WangXian, XiYao, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fix-It, (eventually haha), Slow Build, Family Feels, Moral Ambiguity, Eventual Happy Ending)
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14. Hi y'all. In the mood for... Fics that vibe with 74243's tags about Nie Mingjue from Gimme shelter - "she's out there somewhere black motorcycle jacket / sleek moustache / bangin chicks" - à la plonk's good friends. NMJ preferred but any fic with the vibes welcome! Ty 🖤
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15. Hello! For itmf, do you know fics that are set after the cloud recesses study arc in a no war au or an au where the war takes longer to start, so lwj and wwx interacting after cloud recesses while a bit more grown up and without a war to deal with. Basically something like the beginning of dispersing clouds. Thanks!!
Orchids in Lotus Pier by Vamillepudding (G, 21k, wangxian, canon divergence, romantic comedy, pining, protective JC, friends to lovers, misunderstandings)
💖 sweet chaos by eachandeverydimension (G, 86k, WangXian, Arranged Marriage, Canon Divergence, Fluff, Romance, Light Angst, Falling In Love, Different First Meeting, Qīnghéng-jūn’s A+ Parenting, Night Hunts, Chinese Language, Good Sibling LXC, Good Sibling JYL, POV LWJ, Getting Together, Love Confessions, First Kiss, Chinese Culture, Slow Burn, No Homophobia AU)
Forgetting Envies and Fleeing Questions by marikazz (T, 7k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, No Sunshot Campaign, Repressed LWJ, Fluff, Swordfighting, the homoerotic kind, Love Confessions, Confessions, Flirting, Getting Together, Pining, Humor, POV LWJ)
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16. For itmf: a longer fic with a complex and poetic prose. I really like fancy words and purple prose. Or when the writer is doing something deliberately artistic with the language. Perhaps something weird and pretentious. Thanks for everything you do! @landofvinesandmonoliths
transmuter by WithLoweredVoices (Not rated, 113k, wangxian, Modern with Magic, Magical Realism, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Angst with a Happy Ending) I wouldn't call any of these pretentious but they all contain complex narrative and poetic language
Lovesong of the Square Root of Negative One by honeydrip (lmeden) (M, 55k, WangXian, JC & LWJ, JC & WWX, Modern, Blood and Gore, Elements of Horror, Elements of magical realism, Layered Narratives, A Story Within a Story, POV Multiple, Slow Burn, Not Everyone Dies)
💖 Regrets by antebunny (G, 37k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Miscommunication, Misunderstandings, Time Travel, Fix-It, Temporary Character Death, Angst, Explicit Descriptions of Love, and other squishy feelings, Angst with a Happy Ending)
Gentle Exile by rynleaf (E, 9k, XiSong, Post-Canon, Canonical Character Death, Grief/Mourning, References to Depression, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Character Study, Epistolary, Post-Canon, Exploration, [PODFIC] Gentle Exile by flamingwell, semperfiona_podfic (semperfiona)) this doesn't have purple prose, but I consider the use of language to be almost poetic (and there's even some poetry woven into the story), and the written structure is just as much part of the storytelling as the language (creative use of scene breaks, what is left- vs center-justified, etc)
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17. Hi!! ITMF a fic where lsz is raised primarily by wwx but without lwj. whether or not the fic contains wangxian is fine with me!! But lwj cant participate is raising lsz they can meet later when lsz is already grown (or at least preteen?) Thank you! Sorry if this ask was a little messy ☹️ @draconislyra
hot for teacher by attackofthezee (noxlunate) (M, 8k, WangXian, Modern, Kid Fic, Getting Together, Mutual Pining, Teacher LWJ, Single Parent WWX, Fluff, vaguely set geographically in the us)
🔒 how to make your dad fall in love with your high school teacher in five steps; the complete and bulletproof guide by ravenditefairylights (T, 90k, wangxian, modern, coffee shop au, nonbinary LSZ, hurt/comfort, trauma, past abuse, past domestic violence, healing, hurt WWX, found family, hospitalization, therapy, single parent WWX, pining, teacher LWJ, unreliable narrator, chronic pain, queer platonic relationship, genderfluid WWX, autistic LWJ, fluff & angst)
Picture Perfect by manaika (M, 22k, WangXian, Modern AU, Past Relationship(s), Widower WWX, Grief/Mourning, Getting Together, Families of Choice, Family Feels, Stepfather WWX, LSZ is a Wèi, Single Parent WWX, Aromantic Relationship, Platonic Life Partners, it’s all in the past and only mentioned/discussed when relevant, Sex-Favorable Asexual WWX, RomanceHurt/Comfort, Past Character Death, Food Intake Related Medical Issue (not what you think) )
🔒 Song of Divination by LittleSummary (M, 28k, WangXian, LXC/NMJ, LSZ & LWJ, LWJ & MXY, LWJ & WQ, LWJ & WN, WWX & WQ, WWX & WN, JL & WWX, NHS & NMJ, NHS & WWX, WIP, Single Parent WWX, Modern with Magic, Demonic Cultivation, Amnesiac WWX, Curses, Past Abuse, Canon-Typical Violence, Canon-Typical Behavior, Bad Parent YZY, Bad Parent JFM, Canon JC, No JC & WWX Reconciliation, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, LSZ is a Wei, MXY is a Wei)
The Winner Takes It All by YilingSani (M, 46k, WangXian, Modern AU, Single Parent WWX, Old Friends, One Night Stands, No Smut, Angst with a Happy Ending, PTSD, Panic Attacks, Forgiveness, Second Chances, Inspired by Mamma Mia! (Movies) Teen Pregnancy, Mpreg, mention of miscarriage, Birth Trauma, amniotic fluid embolism)
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