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Falling without a net (pt. 3)

Mafia!Charles Leclerc x gossipgirl!reader x brother!Nate Archibald

sypnosis: Y/N Archibald vanishes from her gilded life in Monaco, fleeing her possessive mob prince, Charles, only to spiral in a Parisian club. When one of Charles’ men drags her back, she wakes to his fury—and his confession of love. Despite her self-destructive streak, Charles refuses to let her go, even as outside forces (like a furious Blair Waldorf) demand answers. Torn between chaos and devotion, Y/N must decide: keep running or let herself be loved.

warnings: underage drinking, drug use, huge age gap, grooming????? but he’s soooo good to her. cl is 26, reader is 16.

a/n: y/n does not deserve char cus she’s such a bitchhhhhh 😭

part 1// part two

Spotted: Y/N Archibald, vanishing into the Monaco night like a ghost. One minute she was tucked under her mob prince’s arm, the next— poof—gone. And let’s just say, someone isn’t taking it well. —Gossip Girl 

---  

Monaco was supposed to be your fresh start.  

Charles’ penthouse overlooked the sea, all white marble and infinity pools, the Mediterranean sun turning everything gold. He had doctors on standby, chefs preparing meals you actually ate, a team of people whose only job was to make sure you didn’t collapse.  

But it felt like a gilded cage.  

And you?  

You were a bird with clipped wings.  

So when Charles left for a “business meeting” (read: something violent), you didn’t hesitate.  

You took the cash from his nightstand, the keys to the Aston Martin he thought you didn’t know about, and vanished.  

---  

48 hours later, you ended up in a back-alley club near Pigalle, the kind of place where no one asked questions. The music was too loud, the lights too dim, and the pills in your palm looked like candy.  

Just one, you told yourself.  

Just one to take the edge off.

But one became two. Two became a line. A line became—  

A hand yanking you backward.  

“Ça suffit.” (that’s enough) 

You knew that voice.  

You hated that voice.  

One of Charles’ lieutenants, glared down at you. “He’s tearing Monaco apart looking for you,” he hissed. “And you’re here?”  

You smirked, swaying. “Tell him I said hi.”  

His jaw tightened. Then—  

He hauled you over his shoulder like a sack of flour.  

You screamed. Kicked.  

But the world was already spinning.  

And then—  

Black.  

---  

You woke up in a bedroom that smelled like lavender and leather. Your head pounded. Your mouth tasted like death.  

And he was there.  

Charles stood by the window, his back to you, shoulders tense.  

“You ran,” he said, voice dangerously calm.  

You sat up, wincing. “And you kidnapped me.”  

He turned.  

And for the first time, you saw it—the cracks in his control. The shadows under his eyes. The way his hands trembled before he clenched them into fists.  

“I thought you were dead,” he snarled.  

You flinched.  

He stepped closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Do you have any idea what it’s like? To turn a city upside down looking for someone who doesn’t want to be found?”  

“I didn’t ask you to.” You retorted stubbornly.

“I thought you were dead!” He growled again.

You looked away.  

Charles grabbed your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. “I will burn the world down for you,” he said, raw. “But I can’t save you if you keep jumping into the fire.”  

---  

Charles didn’t let you out of his sight for days.  

He worked from the safehouse, his men coming and going with hushed reports. You caught snippets—“No sign of her in Milan”, “The Russians are asking questions”, “Nate Archibald called again”.  

But Charles never left.  

Not until the night you finally spoke.  

“Why do you care?” you whispered.  

He stilled.  

Then—  

“Because I love you,” he said, like it was that simple.  

You laughed, bitter. “Even when I’m like this?”  

Charles crossed the room in two strides, cupping your face. “Especially when you’re like this.”  

Tears burned your eyes.  

And for the first time in months—  

You let him hold you.  

---  

Blair’s call came at 3 AM.  

“What the hell is wrong with you?” she snapped. “Nate’s losing his mind. Chuck’s actually worried. And I—” Her voice cracked. “I thought you were dead.”  

You swallowed. “I’m fine.”  

“Don’t lie to me, Y/n.”

A pause. Then—  

“Come home,” she whispered.  

You looked at Charles, asleep beside you, his arm slung over your waist like he was afraid you’d disappear.  

“I can’t,” you said softly.  

Blair sighed. “Then at least try not to die.”  

You smiled. “Okay.”  

---  

Gossip Girl Here,

And the saga continues. Will Y/N Archibald ever stop running? Will Charles Leclerc ever stop chasing? And most importantly—*when* will Blair Waldorf admit she cares?  

Stay tuned, darlings.  -XOXO, Gossip Girli

Spotted:** The tragic end of an era. After one too many midnight escapes, near-death overdoses, and shattered penthouse vases (RIP, that Baccarat crystal), Monaco’s most dangerous love story has reached its breaking point. **—Gossip Girl**  

---  

Charles had finally fallen asleep.  

For the first time in weeks, his grip on you loosened, his breathing steady against your neck. The moment his arms slackened, you slipped out from under them like a ghost.  

You didn’t even hesitate.  

The pills were hidden in the lining of your suitcase—just in case. The vodka was in the minibar.  

And just like that, you were gone again.  

---  

(Monaco Harbor, 4 AM)

You didn’t remember how you got here.  

The dock was cold beneath your bare feet, the sea air sharp in your lungs. The world tilted dangerously, your vision blurring at the edges.  

Too much.

You stumbled, catching yourself on a rusted railing.  

And then—  

Headlights.  

A car door slamming.  

Footsteps running toward you.  

Charles’ voice, raw with fury and fear: “Putain de merde-“ (fucking hell)

You turned just in time to see him grab you, his hands shaking as he dragged you away from the edge.  

“What are you doing?!” he roared.  

You laughed, dizzy. “Living.”  

His face twisted.  

Something in him broke.

---  

(Charles’ Penthouse, Dawn)

He didn’t yell.  

He didn’t even speak.  

He just watched as you curled into yourself on the couch, the high fading into something hollow.  

Then—  

“I can’t do this anymore,” he said, voice quiet.  

You froze.  

Charles ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. “I love you,” he said. “God, I love you. But I can’t watch you destroy yourself.”  

Your chest tightened. “So what? You’re leaving?”  

“No.” He knelt in front of you, his eyes burning. “You are.”  

You flinched.  

“You’re going back to New York,” he said. “Back to Nate. Back to Blair. Back to safety.”  

Your throat burned. “And you?”  

Charles cupped your face, his thumb brushing your cheek. “I’ll be here,” he whispered. “When you’re older. When you’re ready.”  

A tear slipped down your cheek. “What if I’m never ready?”  

He pressed his forehead to yours. “Then I’ll love you enough to let you go.”  

---  

(Private Jet to NYC, 24 Hours Later)

You didn’t fight.  

You didn’t scream.  

You just let one of Charles’ men (who had never looked so uncomfortable) escort you onto the plane, Charles’ black credit card in your pocket and his final words ringing in your ears:  

“Find me when it doesn’t hurt anymore.”

As the jet took off, you pressed your hand to the window, watching Monaco disappear beneath the clouds.  

And for the first time in months—  

You sobbed.

---  

(Constance Billard, Two Weeks Later)  

Blair found you in the courtyard, picking at your lunch.  

“You look like hell,” she said, sitting beside you.  

You didn’t answer.  

She sighed, nudging a croissant toward you. “Eat. Or I’ll tell Chuck to force-feed you.”  

A weak laugh escaped you.  

Blair hesitated. Then—  

“He called,” she said quietly.  

Your breath hitched.  

“Not Charles,” she clarified. “Nate. He’s worried.”  

You swallowed. “Tell him I’m fine.”  

Blair gave you a look. “Try again.”  

You stared at your untouched food.  

Then—  

“I don’t know how to be without him,” you whispered.  

Blair’s expression softened. “Then learn.”  

---  

Gossip Girl Here,

And just like that, our star-crossed lovers are oceans apart. Will Y/N Archibald rise from the ashes? Or will she crash and burn without her dark knight?  

One thing’s certain—this isn’t over.  —XOXO, Gossip Girl

-

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Falling without a net (pt.2)

Mafia!Charles Leclerc x gossipgirl!reader x brother!Nate Archibald

sypnosis: After a near-fatal overdose at a mob-owned nightclub, Y/N Archibald wakes up in the hospital surrounded by her worried friends—Blair, Nate, and Chuck—and her reckless lover, Charles Leclerc, who is visibly shattered by guilt. As tensions rise between Charles and Y/N’s protective inner circle, he makes a heartbreaking decision: he ends their dangerous romance to save her from his destructive world, leaving her with a promise to reunite when she’s older and safer. But with Gossip Girl already speculating about the fallout, the Upper East Side braces for the emotional chaos to come. —XOXO, Gossip Girl

warnings: underage drinking, drug use, drug overdose, near death experience lollll, huge age gap, grooming????? cl is 26, reader is 16. i love older men. sue me. cursing.

a/n: i don’t like this part

part 1 part 3

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Spotted: The youngest Archibald turning the Upper East Side into her own personal tragedy. After a very, close call at a certain mob-owned nightclub, it seems someone’s dangerous love affair might be coming to a screeching halt. —Gossip Girl  

---

The world was spinning.  

That’s how it always was when you were with Charles—champagne bubbles in your veins, his laughter like dark honey in your ear, the thrill of doing something you shouldn’t.

But now—  

Now there was nothing.  

Just black.  

And then—pain.  

White lights. Beeping. Someone yelling.  

Nate.

You blinked, your vision swimming. The sterile scent of a hospital burned your nose. Your throat was raw, like you’d been screaming too.  

And then—  

Charles.

He was standing in the corner, his usual composure shattered. His knuckles were bruised, his suit disheveled, his eyes wild.

And when he looked at you, for the first time since you’d met him, Charles Leclerc looked scared.

---

(NYU Medical Center, 3 AM.)

Blair was the first to speak.  

“You idiot.” Her voice cracked.  

She was still in her Constance uniform, her hair messy like she’d run here. Chuck stood behind her, his usual smirk gone, replaced with something unreadable.  

Nate was pacing, his hands shaking. “They pumped your stomach,” he said, voice hollow. “You died for a minute, Y/N.”  

Your chest tightened.  

Then—  

“Out.”  

Charles’ voice was low. Dangerous.  

Nate turned on him. “You don’t get to give orders here.”  

Charles didn’t flinch, “I said. Out.”  

You acted like you didn’t notice the tremor in his voice.

For a second, no one moved.  

You sent Blair a pleading look.

Then—  

Blair grabbed Nate’s arm. “Let’s go.”  

Chuck lingered, his eyes locked on Charles. “If she doesn’t make it,” he said quietly, “you won’t either.”  

And then—  

You were alone.  

Charles didn’t move.  

Then, slowly, he sank into the chair beside your bed, his head dropping into his hands.  

“Mon amour,” he whispered. “What have I done?”  (my love)

---

You’d never seen him like this.  

Charles Leclerc didn’t break.  

But now—  

His hands trembled as he reached for yours. “I did this,” he said, voice raw. “I—fuck.”  

You wanted to say something. To tell him it wasn’t his fault.  

But—  

Wasn’t it?  

The pills. The drinks. The late nights.  

Him.

You swallowed. “I’m okay.”  

He let out a broken laugh. “No,” he said. “You’re not.”  

His thumb brushed over your wrist—the one with his bracelet.  

And then, quietly—  

“I can’t lose you.”  

---

Nate had barely spoken to you since the hospital.  

Blair had taken to sending you passive-aggressive care packages (”Because someone has to make sure you don’t relapse into stupidity.”).  

And Chuck—  

Well.  

Chuck had words with Charles.  

But none of that mattered now.  

Because Charles was standing in your doorway, his eyes shadowed.  

“We need to talk,” he said.  

Your stomach dropped.  

He stepped inside, closing the door behind him.  

“This can’t happen again,” he said.  

You stiffened. “So—what? You’re breaking up with me?”  

Charles let out a slow breath.  

“No,” he said. “I’m saving you.”  

And then—  

He took off his bracelet.  

Your heart stopped.  

“When you’re older,” he said, voice rough. “When you’re safe—find me.”  

And then—  

He was gone.  

---

Gossip Girl Here, and Let’s Just Say—

The Upper East Side’s favorite bad romance might be over, but the fallout? Oh, that’s just beginning. Will Y/N Archibald survive without her dark prince? Or will she spiral even further?  

One thing’s for sure— someone’s going to pay for this.  

—XOXO, Gossip Girl

---  

Two months without Charles.  

Two months of hollow laughter, of sneaking out past Nate’s worried glances, of trading the velvet-draped mob parties for dingy downtown lofts where the air smelled like sweat and cheap weed.  

You weren’t his anymore.  

So why did it still feel like you were drowning?  

“Another shot,” you slurred, slamming the glass on the sticky counter.  

The guy next to you—some trust fund dropout with a nose ring and a smirk—grinned. “Damn, Archibald. Didn’t know you partied like this.”  

You didn’t.  

Not before. 

But now?  

Now you didn’t care.  

---  

(Somewhere in Brooklyn, 3 AM)  

The room spun.  

Your vision blurred at the edges, the music throbbing too loud in your skull. Someone pressed a pill into your palm.  

“Trust me,” the guy whispered, breath hot against your ear. “You’ll love this.”  

You hesitated—just for a second.  

Then you swallowed it dry.  

Across the room, your phone buzzed.  

*Blair (12 missed calls)*  

*Nate (23 missed calls)*  

*Chuck (1 new voicemail: “Pick up, you little idiot.”)*  

You silenced it.  

---  

The world tilted.  

Your knees buckled.  

Hands grabbed you—not the nice kind.  

“Whoa there, princess,” the guy from earlier laughed, his grip too tight on your waist. “Let’s get you somewhere… quieter.”  

Your pulse spiked.  

*No.*  

But your limbs were lead. Your tongue too heavy.  

Then—  

A gunshot.  

The music died.  

The guy dropped you like a burning coal.  

And he stepped out of the shadows.  

Charles.  

His jaw was clenched, his eyes black with fury.  

“Touch her again,” he said softly, “and I’ll feed you your own fingers.”  

The room emptied in seconds.  

You swayed, your vision swimming. “Y-You left me.”  

Charles caught you before you hit the ground, his arms like steel.

Then—  

Black.  

---  

You woke up in silk sheets, your head pounding.  

Charles sat at the edge of the bed, his sleeves rolled up, his knuckles raw.  

“You could have died,” he said, voice rough.  

You looked away. “Maybe I wanted to.”  

A beat of silence.  

Then—  

Charles grabbed your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. “Listen to me,” he hissed. “You do not get to destroy yourself because I walked away. If you want to hate me? Fine. But you fight.”  

Your breath hitched.  

He leaned closer, his forehead nearly touching yours. “I love you,” he whispered. “Enough to let you go. But not enough to watch you die.”  

Tears burned your eyes.  

And for the first time in months—  

You felt something.  

---  

Nate burst in an hour later, Blair and Chuck on his heels.  

“What the hell—” Nate froze, taking in the scene: you, wrapped in Charles’ jacket, Charles standing guard like a sentinel.  

Blair’s eyes narrowed. “Are you kidnapping her now?”  

Charles didn’t flinch. “Saving her.”  

Chuck smirked. “Same thing, really.”  

Nate stepped forward. “She needs help, not—”  

“I know.” Charles cut him off, his voice quiet. “That’s why I’m going back to Monaco.”  

Silence.  

You blinked. “What?”  

Charles turned to you, “Im going back to Monaco.” He repeated.

Monaco.. you’ve always wanted to go, and Nate sure as hell would not let you go out anymore here in New York after this..

“Let me come with you.” You blurted out.

“Are you fucking crazy?” Nate said, “you-“

“Fine.” Charles said with quiet authority, “But no more parties. No more poison. Just… healing.” He cupped your face.  

Blair groaned. “Ugh. Fine. But if she comes back with a Eurotrash accent, I’m disowning her.”  

Nate looked like he wanted to argue.  

But then—  

You reached for Charles’ hand.  

And for the first time in months, you smiled. 

If only it were a genuine smile.

---  

Gossip Girl Here, 

And just like that, Manhattan’s lost princess is whisked away by her dark knight. Will the French Riviera cure her, or will this love story end in flames?  

One thing’s certain—this is far from over.  —XOXO, Gossip Girl

---

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Falling without a net (pt.1)

Mafia!Charles Leclerc x gossipgirl!reader x brother!Nate Archibald

sypnosis: Little Miss Archibald is caught leaving Constance Billard in a blacked-out Ferrari—driven by none other than dangerously handsome mafia affiliate, Charles Leclerc. As Upper East Side gossip explodes, Y/N flaunts the scandalous relationship, shrugging off Blair’s warnings and Nate’s concern. But as nights blur into VIP parties and whispered promises, even Chuck and Blair start to worry—will she survive this high-stakes romance, or will it destroy her? XOXO, Gossip Girl.

warnings: underage drinking, use of drug substances, huge age gap, grooming?? cl is 26 and reader is 16 lmao, cursing

a/n: god pleaseeee let this reach the right audience. i’ve already written like five parts lol. i’ll post them if this isn’t a flop.

part two part three

Spotted: Little Miss Archibald stepping out of Constance Billard in a blacked-out Ferrari… and it’s not Nate behind the wheel. *Ding, ding—scandal alert!* Who’s the mysterious (and dangerously handsome) driver making all the UES moms clutch their pearls? Let’s just say, someone’s been keeping secrets. —Gossip Girl  

---

The dismissal bell rings at Constance Billard, and the usual swarm of uniformed socialites floods the sidewalk. You’re laughing with your friends, twirling the silver bracelet Charles gave you—

"So you remember who you belong to," he’d murmured, fastening it around your wrist.  

With a dirty glance towards some head-band wearing, lipgloss applying nepo babies, you descend from the front steps.

Nate caught your eye from the other side of the school.

Just then, as Nate was about to call out to you, the low purr of an engine cuts through the chatter.  

A sleek, black Ferrari glides to the curb. The tinted window rolls down, revealing him—Charles Leclerc, sharp jawline, dreamy green eyes, a smirk that makes even Serena sigh.  

"Mon cœur,” he calls, ignoring the stares.  (my heart)

Blair, standing nearby with her minions, stiffens. "That’s who you’ve been sneaking around with?" she hisses, gripping your arm. "He’s twenty-six. And—" She lowers her voice. "Dangerous."  

You shrug her off. "I smell a little jealousy, Blair. Is my brother and Chuck still not enough for you?"  

A scoff leaves her Dior lipstick covered lips, “I’m looking out for you-“

You shrugged past her.

The gossip spreads faster than wildfire. By the time you slide into the leather seat, Charles’ hand resting possessively on your thigh, everyone is watching.  

Some with disapproving stares.

---

Nate slams his glass down. "You’re sixteen. He’s—"  

"Perfect," you interrupt, swirling the vodka Charles poured you earlier.  

Blair, perched on Chuck’s lap, glares. "She’s been skipping classes. Showing up hungover. And now this? Next thing you know, she’ll be getting stoned-"  

Chuck, ever the provocateur, smirks. "I like him. He’s got style."  

Blair elbows him. "Not helping."  

Nate runs a hand through his hair. "He’s mafia, Y/N. You think this ends well?"  

You laugh, the room tilting slightly. "It ends with me in Monaco, wearing his ring. Besides, you screwed a married woman. And almost every screw-able person on the upper east side. I don’t see what the problem is."  

Nate grabs his bag and storms out without another word.

Blair’s expression softens—just for a second. "God, you’re such an idiot." But there’s worry in her eyes.  

---

Charles’ hand is firm around yours as he leads you through the VIP section, past models and mob associates. The bass thrums in your chest, the world blurring at the edges.  

"You’re mine, yes?" he murmurs against your ear, lips brushing your skin, squeezing your hand firmly to remind you to behave.

You nod, dizzy. "Always."  

Across the room, Chuck watches, drink in hand. Blair’s next to him, arms crossed.  

"She’s in over her head," Blair mutters.  

Chuck sighs. "Let’s just make sure she doesn’t drown."  

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“Think you can handle it?” The aged man says from across the table. One of Charles’ associates, you assumed. His attire screamed class, but something about his gaze told you his life was anything but. He slid a bunch white powder and a straw towards you.

You were finally being acknowledged in Charles’ meetings. You weren’t about to give them a chance to think less of you.

So, without a single thought about the consequences that would come after, you took the straw, “Why the fuck not?”

“No.” Charles said, eerily calm, but with quiet authority.

Your movements stilled.

“Oh, why not?” The man from across said. Protests came from all around the table.

“She’s mine, and if I say she’s not, she’s not.” Charles said, his tone making it crystal clear that he would not repeat that statement a second time.

The painful squeeze to your hand acted as a final warning. Behave.

---

“What the fuck were you thinking?” He snarled as soon as you arrived to the familiar safety of his NYC penthouse.

His eyes were the epitome of fury.

You ignored him, bad idea, and helped yourself to a bottle of tequila, not even bothering to pour it into a glass and drank it straight from the bottle.

“What the fuck are you doing?” He growled, snatching the bottle from you.

”What?” You grunted, directing a glare towards him.

“Tell me what you did tonight.” He said, as if he was lecturing a child.

You let out a scoff, “you were there, you know what I did.”

He looked as if he was about to burst. Jaw clenched, eyes wild. But he collected himself. Took a deep breath.

His hand cupped your cheek, his touch gentle, so gentle, “you were about to-“ He sighed, “I shouldn’t have brought you around those people. I’m sorry.”

He caught your eye, still as stubborn as ever.

His thumb stroked your cheek, “You almost went too far tonight.”

“Whatever.” You mumbled, pushing his hand away and collected your things.

You saw a flash of hurt in his eyes, but you were too drunk to care.

And so you left, without a care in the world.

---

You stumbled onto the street, Louboutins digging into your feet.

You flipped your phone open to see 23 missed calls from Nate, 32 texts from Blair and one voicemail from Chuck.

Overbearing fuckers.

With a grunt, you called Nate.

Within a ring, you heard his voice on the other end, “Where the hell are you?”

“Chill, Nathaniel.” You said, sarcastically, “let me think… New York!”

“Y/n Archibald, do you-“

---

Gossip Girl Here, Your One and Only Source Into the Scandalous Lives of Manhattan’s Elite.

And the question on everyone’s lips: *Will Nate let his baby sister run off with a mob prince? Or will the Upper East Side’s golden girl crash and burn?* Stay tuned, darlings. —XOXO, Gossip Girl.

//

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don’t you

Charles Leclerc x Reader

synopsis: angsty fic based on the song ‘don’t you’ by taylor swift 😃 lmk if you want a sad ending or a happy ending

warnings: kinda sad and kinda shit ngl, i wrote this in math class so probably a shit ton of mistakes, and its not proofread :)

no hate to alex!!

Hey, I knew I'd run into you somewhere It's been a while, I didn't mean to stare

It was inevitable. You knew this. You remember Charles vaguely mentioning that he was invited to some movie premiere, but you didn’t know it would be this one.

And he must’ve known you would be here, you were quite literally in the movie.

Maybe he’s moved on, so he doesn’t feel the need to avoid you.

But it’s only been 6 months, how could he move on so quickly when you feel like the hole in your heart would never close up?

You let out a sigh, brushing your sweaty palms on your dress, rehearsing things you’re supposed to say on your interviews: the dress is by Antonine Guerin.. makeup sponsored by Charlotte Tilbury..

Once the staff gave you the signal to step onto the red carpet, your name was frantically called by one of the interviewers.

“Y/n! Hi!” the woman said, “We’re so glad we caught you!”

You gave a polite smile in return, “What do you have for me?”

The woman smiled, “We love your dress! Tell us, who are you wearing? What inspired it?”

Bingo. “Thank you. My dress is Antoine Guerlin. Umm- The gold details are, obviously, inspired by greek-“ You continued, repeated lines your publicist made you memorise, when you saw someone approaching in your peripheral vision.

You didn’t realise who it was, until the lady said, “Thank you, Y/n. Charles! Do you mind stepping in with Y/n?”

Charles. Charles. Charles.

You lifted your gaze to look at him.

Those eyes. The eyes that stare down at yours, tired, lustful when you make love.

Eyes filled with so much pride after he wins a race, eyes that look for you as soon as he steps out of the car, eyes that tease when you reluctantly wear the extra jacket he brings you every time because he knows you were cold and that you didn’t bring one for whatever reason, eyes that comfort when you blame yourself for not being good enough, when you don’t win an award. Eyes that-

The lady cleared her throat.

Fuck.

Charles falters when he catches your gaze- your stare.

You both gave a nod in greeting.

“Great!” The woman said, “Now, I know it’s tense with you guys, since you broke the whole internet with your breakup announcement a couple months ago-“

God.

“What happened? You two were going strong, with almost 8 years together.” The lady finished, looking pleased with herself, and you fought the urge to bitch-slap her across the face.

You opened your mouth to repeat the same answer you gave every time, the one your publicist carefully crafted for you, when Charles beat you to it.

“Yes, Y/n and I broke up.” He started, “I’ve.. I’ve never loved anyone the way I love Y/n, and I know she feels the same. But sometimes love isn’t enough to fix a relationship. Trust me when I say we’ve tried everything, but somethings were bound to end.” He swallowed, “We will always love each other. Y/n was- is a very special and important person to me. She always will be. And I hope you-“ His eyes flickered to you for a millisecond. “-she never stops smiling that beautiful smile of hers, and I wish her nothing but the best.” He finished.

The woman stared at him for a few seconds, “Wow- Thank you, Charles! I’m sure she’s falling right back in love with you right now-“

Wrong. It only made the ache in your heart worse. The longing you felt for him strengthen.

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F1gossip: BREAKING! Y/N L/N AND CHARLES LECLERC HAVE BROKEN NO CONTACT AT THE GLADIATOR II PREMIERE! When asked about their breakup, Charles Leclerc gave a VERY emotional answer! (link to the video on our story)

user1: the pain in y/n’s eyes omg

user2: isn’t @/alexandrasaintmleux the girl charles was seen sneaking around with after chary/n broke up? why’s she liking this

user3: CHARY/N COME BACK TO ME

user4: The way they look at each other is the definition of LONGING

user5: can they stop being so angsty and get back together?!

user6: what did charles want to achieve with that answer tho

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I heard she's nothin' like me

They confirmed it.

You’ve heard rumours, sure, but you didn’t think he would move on this quickly.

Alexandra and Charles confirmed their relationship with a story of them cuddling in bed. At least, that’s what your friends told you.

You and Charles had long unfollowed each other, on both your public and private accounts, and viewing his story would be.. awkward.

You scrolled through Alexandra’s photos from google, since her Instagram was private.

She was tan, her hair was perfect, her body.. Perfection. She was perfection. She was everything you were not. Her appearance exuded grace, class.. At least, that’s what this gossip article says.

She’s private, nobody knows anything about her, and her life was peaceful.

She was everything you weren’t.

I'm sure she'll make you happy

Charles finally found what he wanted. Peace. In her.

*flashback*

“Chérie, please, understand that I- I can’t do this anymore.” He whispered.

“Come on,” you pleaded, “we’ve made it work for years, I don’t see why it-“ You said, but Charles cut you off, “Mon dieu, Y/n, they broke into our apartment!”

You stared at him.

“I-“ You started.

“No, Y/n.” He said, “No.”

Tears welled up in your eyes, “You knew what you were signing up for- Hell. you were the one who said not to worry about- about the fame, the press, the paparazzi, the fans- You told me to go for it.”

“I know, and I’m sorry.” He said, “Je suis désolé.” (I’m sorry)

“It’s not like- You have to deal with the fame too, I don’t see why mine is an issue-“

You’re rambling now, trying to salvage what’s left of your relationship with the love of your life.

“Y/n, listen to me.” He said, grabbing hold of your shoulders, “First, some fucker flew a drone to our bathroom window, hoping to catch you naked. Then they flew it into our goddamn apartment throw the balcony.” He said, moving a hand to grab ahold of your chin, making you look up at him.

His voice softens when you make eye contact, his gaze softening, “People stalk you. Everyday. You can’t go out without a bodyguard anymore.” He leans his forehead onto yours and whispers, “I can’t take it anymore. I can’t live my life when I know I’m being watched, Constantly. I’m used to it, I know I have to deal with this with my own career, but with you- It’s different. The- The hollywood fame is different from my kind of fame. And it’s too much for me. I need some peace for-“

“So what, this is the end?” You cut him off, pulling away.

“I just-“ He sighs, pulling back his arms, “I just mean that we should take a little break. Put some distance between us to clear our minds, then we can talk.”

You swallowed, “But what if we don’t?” You continued, “What if- What if we don’t talk- What if we don’t come back to each other?”

Charles stared at you for a beat.

He ran a hand through his hair, the same hair that you run your hands through every night.

“Listen, let’s just.. Take a break for a couple of months, and when we feel like the time is right, we’ll reach out, alright?” He said, his voice softening at the end.

He cupped your cheek with his hand, kissing away your tears.

*end of flashback*

She had the one thing you couldn’t give him. Peace.

But don't you Don't you smile at me and ask me how I've been

It was inevitable that you bumped into him sooner or later, Monaco was a small place.

So you weren’t surprised, but you certainly weren’t prepared when you quite literally bump into him when you’re on your way to the bathroom at your (and his) favourite restaurant in Monaco- Étoile Monte Carlo.

“Y/n!” He said, a warm smile and dimples plastered on his face, “Comment as-tu été?” (how have you been?)

How have you been? How have you been?

“Just fine,” you said, forcing a smile on your face, “And you?”

“Great,” he said, smile widening, “I’m here with my girl-“ he caught himself, smile slipping from his face.

You cleared your throat, “That’s great, Charlie.” You said, “Have fun.” Giving him another small smile, you slipped into the bathroom.

Don't you say you've missed me if you don't want me again

“Y/n!” He called after you.

She’s not you, he wanted to say, she’ll never be you.

“I miss you.” He blurted out. It was the best he could do.

You turned back to look at him.

Without a word, you vanished into the bathroom.

He collected himself, and went back to his table- The table you two sat at, every time. Every week. Your table.

You don't know how much I feel, I love you still

And the only thing on his mind was you, even when his girlfriend welcomed him back to their- your table, was a kiss to the cheek.

You.

The only thing he wanted to do was to come back to you.

So why don't you, don't you?

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Sometimes, I really wish that I could hate you I've tried, but that's just somethin' I can't do

“Yes, my girlfriend- My Alex is here today.” Charles’s voice pours from the TV in your living room, “She’s my number 1 supporter. I couldn’t have done it without her.”

He won the Monaco Grand Prix.

All those late nights, and warm afternoons on his yacht talking about how you’d celebrate with him when he finally wins. Sipping champagne together, with his head laying on your chest, and your fingers playing with his hair, discussing where to eat on the night of his Monaco win- Because he would rather spend that night with you, rather then going clubbing.

You always go back to one conclusion: Étoile.

You were his biggest supporter. You were the one who picked him back up, the one who stopped him from spirally after every bad race.

You were the one who talked about his dreams- His home win with him.

But you don’t hate him for saying otherwise.

“..This win is for you.” He said, quietly, to the camera. Others would think he directed that to Alexandra. But you- You knew it wasn’t.

You hate him. You hate him for leaving you when you were at your worst, when you needed him the most. You hate him for moving on so quickly- Or, pretending to, at least. You hate- try to hate him for saying everything he’s said, for doing everything he’s done after your split.

You try, but you can’t.

My heart knows what the truth is I swore I wouldn't do this

You stared at your phone.

‘mon coeur ❤️’

It wasn’t your fault- The ‘delete contact’ button was right next to the ‘call’ button.

And it wasn’t your fault that you were slightly tipsy. You just got a leading role in what you believe will be the biggest movies of the year, you had to celebrate.

Fuck it, you thought.

YOLO, right?

You hit the call button.

It rang- One, two, “Allo?” You heard.

His voice was rushed, a hint of shock in it.

“Y/n?” He said, his voice rushed- worried, “Êtes-vous d'accord?” (are you okay?)

Maybe it was the dramatic side of you that was controlling you right now, because for some reason, you burst into tears.

“Y/n.” He said, “Listen to me.”

After a beat, “Mon ange, listen to me.”

“Tu me manques, Charlie, tu me manques-“ you said. (I miss you, Charlie, I miss you)

”Hey, hey, hey,” he soothed, "listen.. I can't do this."

Your heart dropped, "what?"

You heard some shuffling from his end, "I'll just go straight to the point, Y/n. I can't do this. I 'm with Alex now, and.. it's serious. She's.. she's sleeping right now-"

On your side of the bed. Where the nightstand was once overflown by your little trinkets- Jewelry, mints, your chargers, now filled with her perfume- Her.

"-And I can't do this to her." He finished.

You stilled.

Can't do this to her? You can't do this to me!

"But you said that this was only gonna be like a break. Some temporary space, and that things will go back to how it was." You rambled, "You promised." Your voice cracked.

He promised, didn't he?

"I can't do this to her, Y/n, I'm so sorry." He repeated.

"And what about me?" You said, finally, "What about me?"

"I'm so sorry, Y/n." He said, for the tenth time, "I'm so sorry."

So I walk outta here tonight Try to go on with my life And you can say we're still friends (But I don't wanna pretend)

"You'll always be welcome, Y/n. With me or with my family," Charles continued, his voice cracking a little, "We can be friends, still, if that's what you want."

A beat of silence, "I don't want to lose you, Y/n. You're really special to me."

You didn't lose me, you left me.

"Okay." you said, "okay."

"Y/n," he started, but you beat him to it, "good night, Charlie."

So if I see you again

Don't you (don't you) Don't you smile at me and ask me how I've been

Sometimes you find yourself wearing his hoodies to sleep.

Don't you (don't you), say you've missed me if you don't want me again

He texts you 'merry christmas' or 'happy new year', and things like that on special occasions.

He still invites you to family brunch with Pascale, Arthur and Lorenzo.

His brothers still catch up with you from time to time.

You still go to brunch with his brother's girlfriends, pretending that you don't mind when they cancel on you for Alexandra.

You don't (you don't), know how much I feel I love you still

You're at brunch with Arthur and his girlfriend.

It's turned into a once-in-6-months thing, when it used to be a weekly or monthly thing.

You pretend that doesn't hurt you.

"You know, he's really sad you never come to brunch with everyone anymore." Arthur commented.

"Why would I? I'm not his girlfriend anymore, and it'd be weird." You said, "Besides, what would his girlfriend think?"

Arthur and his girlfriend stared at you for a few seconds, "You don't know?" Arthur finally blurts out.

"I guess that bastard wasn't lying when he said you two don't talk anymore." Arthur said.

"Know what?" You said, eyes flickering from Arthur to his girlfriend.

Arthur cleared his throat, awkwardly.

"They're engaged."

So why don't you, don't you?

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so, any ideas for part two? something like that fic called wistful yearning (One of my fav fics) or just angsty shit?

[bbitches]

Young love don’t always last forever pt. 1 (SMAU/ written)

Charles Leclerc x reader

sypnosis: you and charles have known each other since childhood, and lovers since you were both 16. as charles finds success in his formula 1 career, you too, rise to stardom as an actor and singer. for a few years, your life looks perfect. what happens when you and the love of your life break up after 10 years together?

warnings: none

2019

Transcripts of an interview with Charles Leclerc, new driver for Ferrari.

Interviewer: Ah, Charles. Congratulations. Ferrari has always been your dream. How does it feel?

Charles: Thank you. It feels great, to finally achieve my life long dream. Ferrari has always been the goal for as long I can remember.

Interviewer: Tell me, were there any.. special people that motivated you throughout your career? I know it hasn't always been easy, what encouraged you to push through?

Charles: My father, and Jules. Ferrari.. It makes me feel closer to both of them, in a way. They were both one of my biggest anchors throughout my career. Losing them was.. It was a lot, but in a way, it made me stronger. *Silence*. Oh, yes, and my girlfriend! My girlfriend, Y/n, she.. we've known each other for all our lives, but I'm sure everyone knows, I've seen the combinations of videos of me talking about her in my interviews. *Awkward chuckle*. She.. she's seen me at my worst and she decided to stay. She.. One thing about our relationship is that I always know it'll be okay, even when things go to shit- Sorry. When I'm with her, things feel okay.

Interviewer: That's a rare thing to find. Congratulations. Now that you've done the Ferrari part, what's next in your life? Both career wise and non-career wise.

Charles: Well, I hope to win the championship, for starters. Apart from Ferrari, that's the only thing I want. Both the constructor's and the driver's championship, of course. But, non-career wise.. *Light laugh*, I want to marry Y/n and start a family with her. I want an older brother for my little girl, so if my little girl gets bullied at school, her brother will be there to help her. Growing up with siblings myself.. it was, quite the experience, I'll give you that. Maybe we'd get a dog first, so our kids will have a little companion growing up. Maybe a little dachshund will be nice.

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2022

F1wags shared a new post!

liked by chary/n, f1gossipm, user1, 1367 people

F1wags: Spotted: Chary/n, Carbecca at Y/n's movie premiere!

user1: why are carlos and rebecca there as well

user2: we love supportive baesss

user3: Drooling... for Y/n

user4: Y/n's so hot idk how Charles pulled her man

→ user5: how did that gold-digging talentless bitch pull charles leclerc, thats my question.

→ user4: you do realise she’s one of the biggest celebrities in the world right..

user6: aww chary/n looks more in love than ever

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yourusername shared a new post!

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yourusername: monacoooooo (ft. my love)

user1: body is PIPING HOT TEA

charlesleclerc: Monaco est le meilleur! (monaco is the best)

→ yourusername: well, there is one thing that i love most about monaco <3

user2: living every girl's dream.

user3: THE LOOK OF LOVE

chary/n: parents!!!!!!!!!!!

charlesleclerc shared a new post!

liked by yourusername, arthurleclerc, chary/n, 780k people

charlesleclerc: stole his phoneeee :))) mon amourrr (my love)

user1: that last pic.. sir..

charlesleclerc (original author): @/yourusername You forgot to add the filter!!

→ yourusername: forgot? you mean i forgot to add that ugly filter that you insist to put on every post? i didn’t forgot nothing ;)

user2: awwwwwww

user3: mom and her pet

user4: so hot.. not you charles

user5: the look of love, once again.

pascaleleclerc: ma chérie, fais attention, tu pourrais te blesser ❤️ (my darling, be careful, you might get hurt)

→ yourusername: i will mamma :))

arthurleclerc: why does he look like that?

→ charlesleclerc: like what?

→ arthurleclerc: like a rat.

→ charlesleclerc: @/pascaleleclerc

user6: they went to paris?!

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2023

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yourusername and charlesleclerc shared a new post!

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yourusername and charlesleclerc: Dear all, we have decided to end our romantic relationship after 10 wonderful years together due to personal problems. We will always be special to each other. We have both done our best to salvage our relationship, but somethings were bound to end. With that being said, our split was both of our decisions and we parted in a friendly matter. We urge all of you to please respect both of us during these difficult times, and we will naturally share more when we are ready.

Love, Charles & Y/n.

arthurleclerc: you will always be family Y/n!

pascaleleclerc: ❤️❤️

yourbestfriend: idiots

carlossainz55: Sending love to both of you!

iamrebeccad: Love you both lots!

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2024

yourusername shared a new post!

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yourusername: The Tortured Poets Department. An anthology of new works that reflect events, opinions and sentiments from a fleeting and fatalistic moment in time - one that was both sensational and sorrowful in equal measure. This period of the author’s life is now over, the chapter closed and boarded up. There is nothing to avenge, no scores to settle once wounds have healed. And upon further reflection, a good number of them turned out to be self-inflicted. This writer is of the firm belief that our tears become holy in the form of ink on a page. Once we have spoken our saddest story, we can be free of it. And then all that’s left behind is the tortured poetry. THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT is out now.

user1: ‘talking rings and talking cradles, i wish i could un- recall how we almost had it all’ this is definitely about charles…

user2: wait so she wanted to marry charles but he wasn’t ready??? but charles was always talking about how he wanted to start a family with her

pascaleleclerc: mon amour ❤️ (my love)

user3: CHARLES BROKE NO CONTACT, I REPEAT, CHARLES LIKED

user4: the alchemy is definitely about how charles always looked for her after he wins..

arthurleclerc: that idiot

arthurleclerc: love this, y/n!

charles’sgirlfriend: ❤️❤️❕

→ user5: what’s SHE doing here

→user6: @/user5, and after liking all those shady tweets about y/n too

user7: 10 years..

user8: ‘Said you’d never leave, never mind’ WHEN CHARLES ALWAYS SAID Y/N WAS THE LOVE OF HIS LIFE AND THAT SHE WAS THE ONE FOR HIM- HE SAID “ID NEVER LEAVE HER” OMGGGGG

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charlesleclerc shared a new post!

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charlesleclerc: stole his phone :))) amourrr (love)

user1: That caption.. looks eerily similar to the one Y/n posted all those years ago

charles’sgirlfriend: @/charlesleclerc, yes i didn’t put the filter :)

→ user2: notice now he didn’t respond?

→user3: shut UP copycat

user4: another day of her trying to be y/n

arthurleclerc: okay 🤨

→ user5: hahahaha arthur is NOT impressed

pascaleleclerc: 🤔

→user6: OMGGGG MAMA LECLERCCCCCCCC

→user7: that woman is not impressed by this behaviour..

→user8: i just KNOW she hates charles’s girlfriend

user9: The difference in how Charles looks at her vs how he used to look at Y/n is comical

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F1gossipm: BREAKING: According to fans in Monaco, Charles Leclerc appeared very displeased with girlfriendname, and was actively ignoring her during their evening outing. Could this be about Y/n’s new album…?

user1: LETS GOOOO

user2: that snake never even wanted charles for him

user3: TEAM CHARY/N UNITE

chary/n: can’t say we didn’t see this coming

read more..

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yourusername: FIRST SHOWWWWW!!!! sosososossosoooo grateful for all the love i’ve received <3 this album was a jumbled collection of songs i wrote in 2023. i wasn’t sure how it would turn out, because at that time my emotions were all over the place, and as you know my songs are a big reflection of what i feel. this is for sure the most intimate album i’ve made. it contains the most unfiltered parts of me that someone really special encouraged me to display. it’s 4am as i’m writing this, so i’m just gonna end it with this: to that special person, this one’s for you. i wish you well.

user1: so we’re all in agreement that it’s for charles right?

user2: GUYS CHECK @/F1GOSSIPM RIGHT NOW

charles’sgirlfriend: ❤️❤️🐍

→ user3: the fuck is that supposed to mean?

user4: charles keeps liking… ;))))) we’re so back

user5: She sounds better than ever!

pascaleleclerc: Repose-toi bien ma chére ❤️(rest well my dear)

→ yourusername: thank you maman!!! :)))

→ user6: She still calls pascale maman omggg

arthurleclerc: Congrats!

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F1gossipm: BREAKING: Charles Leclerc seen at Y/n L/n’s latest show, sources say his girlfriend was NOT in attendance!

user1: what’s girlfriendname and arthur doing here?

user2: I smell chary/n!!

user3: I wonder if Y/n knows

user4: charles please just leave that snake and get back tgt with mom

read more..

pt. 2 coming out soon

pls give me suggestions and tell me what you want to see in the next part because like my money, my creativity is running very low nowadays 😃

[bbitches]

A Year || LN4

summary: A year can really change someone in a lot of ways.

genre: fluff

warnings: none

notes: THIS IS MY FIRST SMAU SO LMK WHAT YOU THINK! also english is literally my third language and this isn't proof read/ grammar checked so mistakes are bound to appear :(

SMAU/ Written

Summer 2023

Max Fewtrell added a video to their story.

tagged: @/yourusername @/LandoNorris

yourusername posted!

yourusername Ibiza!!

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tagged: @/LandoNorris @/MaxFewtrell

user1 DJ LANDO!!

user2 y/n feeding us dj land content. she's the real queen here

user3 I thought y/n said she didn't like to go clubbing

➥ user4 maybe she's just there to be with lando

user5 bro did anyone see that video on TikTok? y/n looked so uncomfortable I feel so bad for her

➥ user6 RIGHT?

➥ user7 she's such a good girlfriend, if I were her, I would've just left lando at the club by himself lolol

user8 salivating bc Dj landooo

user9 BARK BARK BARK

➥ user10 y/n looking at this be like...

user11 does anyone know what club theyre at?!! I'm in ibiza I wanna meet them!!

➥ user12 bro leave them alone

➥ user13 @/user12 I don't see a problem 🤷

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You never liked clubbing.

After all, you were only here because of Lando.

The music was too loud, people were pushing up against you, you never really liked to drink because you had a really low alcohol tolerance, you could make an entire list of why a club was not your go-to hang out.

"Lan," you yelled, trying to speak over the music, "Yeah?" He said, taking one side of his DJ headphones off so he could speak to you.

"Can we go back?" You asked. There was nothing you wanted more than to go back to the comfort of your hotel room with your boyfriend.

"It's only midnight." Lando said, "Why would you wanna go back? Are you not having fun?" Land asks you, but you could tell he wasn't really focused on you. You could see it in his eyes.

"I don't wanna stay any longer, clubbing isn't really my thing." You said, a hint of pleading in your tone.

"Soon, baby, okay?" Lando said, not even giving you a chance to protest before turning back to his DJ set.

You sighed in defeat, before retreating to a quieter corner of the club.

It was going to be a long night, like any other you've spent in a club, with Lando.

Summer 2024

Max Fewtrell added a photo to their story.

tagged: @/LandoNorris

yourusername added a photo to their story.

tagged: @/LandoNorris

Lando Norris added a photo to their story.

caption: taking pictures of my pretty girl

tagged: @/lando.jpg @/yourusername

yourusername ibizaaaa im backk

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tagged: @/LandoNorris @/yourbestfriend @/MaxFewtrell

alexandrasaintmleux miss you! ♥ by author

lilymhe ditch him for me!!! ♥ by author

➥ yourusername say less 💍

➥ landonorris ???????? @/AlexAlbon

➥ alexalbon atp im used to it

user1 both of them are so pretty its not fair

user2 no DJ Lando content?!

user3 Not even following y/n because she's lando's girlfriend, im following her bc she's Y/N

user4 that jawline

user5 why do they keep going back to Ibiza

➥ user6 litt, like, why can't they go literally ANYWHERE ELSE

user7 OMGOMGMG I WAS tHERE AND I SAW LANDO GO UP TO Y/N FROM BEHIND AND LITERALLY PULLED HER INTO HIM BY THE WAIST AHHHHHHHHHH

➥ user8 WHATTTTT

➥ user9 picture or it didn't happen

user10 dj lando...?

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You were about to head to the bar to get another drink, seeing as Lando wouldn't want to leave anytime soon, and your best friend was probably hooking up with some hot Spanish guy, when you felt a pair of familiar arms wrap themselves around your waist, the familiar scent of Lando's cologne surrounding you, along with the smell of alcohol.

Lando nuzzled his head into your neck, mumbling something quietly, so quiet you couldn't hear him over the club music.

"What is it?" You said, raising your voice slightly, so he could hear you over the loud buzzing of the club music.

"Nothing." He mumbled, "Missed you, is all."

A small smile unwittingly showed up on your face, "Im gonna go get a drink. Go party."

But, Lando shook his head, "Can we go back to the hotel? I wanna cuddle." He said into your neck, instinctively pulling you closer.

You were shocked, to say the least. A year ago, he wouldn't leave the club no matter how hard you tried to convince him. He was a party animal, but now, he was asking if you wanted to leave.

You checked the time on your phone, it was barely midnight, Lando never left anything before midnight, let alone a club.

"Why, are you feeling sick?" You asked him, turning around to face him.

His arms wrapped themselves back around your waist, "What?" He asked, a hint of amusement in his tone. "No." He said, "just wanna cuddle with you."

"That's new." You commented as you brought your arms up to wrap around his neck.

"I always wanna cuddle." Lando said.

"Yeah, but not at the extent of leaving the club early." You said.

"Can we please go?" He mumbled again, looking at you like a puppy.

You nodded after a few seconds, "Never liked clubbing that much anyway, I only come to be with you."

As Lando and you and Lando were heading towards the exit of the club, you bumped into Max (Fewtrell). "Leaving so soon?" He asked, a hint of surprise in his voice.

"Yeah," Lando nodded, "Going back to the hotel to cuddle with my girl." He said, raising you hand and pressing a kiss to the back of it.

"You've really changed him," Max joked, "Lando being the first to leave? Never in a billion years."

You laughed, "Believe me, I don't believe it either."

"Can we go?" Lando all but whined.

You laughed again, "Okay, okay, lets go."

You waved goodbye to Max and led Lando out the club, and when Max saw his best friend look at you like you were the one who hung the stars in the sky, he knew you'd changed him for the better. And that his best mate was well and truly, in love.

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yourusername sleepy boy chronicles 🤪

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tagged: @/LandoNorris

landonorris at least I look cute ♥ by author

➥ yourusername can't disagree with that

user1 how does one fall asleep in the middle of packing?

user2 hes jus like us  🥺

➥ user3 relatable king

landonorris I was only that tired because you kept me up all night doing cardio..

user4 lando and y/n are so cute tgt I cannot

user5 Im convinced Lando only made it to 24 because of Y/n

➥ yourusername I mean..

➥ landonorris hey!

user6 Lando has no bad angles

user7 I SAW THAT LANDO

➥ user8 y/n is just a girl and lando is just a boy.. they need their cardio ;) ♥ by author

➥ user8 Y/N PLS MARRY ME

landonorris ❤️

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yourusername is this what you do in your free time? take pictures of pretty girls?

➥ landonorris only of the ones that I love more than anything

➥ yourusername so you're saying there's more than one? 🤨

maxfewtrell Happy for you, mate ♥ by author

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[bbitches]

You Belong With Me

Percy Jackson x reader

warnings: none EXCEPT ANNABETH SLANDER! YOU HAVE TO SACRIFICE PERCABETH FOR PERCY/N OKAY

EDIT: I MADE THIS MONTHS AGO, ITS FAR FROM COMPLETE BUT SINCE IM CLEARING MY DRAFTS, IM POSTING THIS

You're on the phone with your girlfriend, she's upset She's going off about something that you said ('Cause she doesn't get your humour like I do)

“Annie- I’m sorry, but I have to get in the extra training, I already skipped a ton last week,” you hear Percy say on the porch of his cabin.

You two were bingeing old movies on his bed with a bunch of blue snacks. That is, until Annabeth decided to show up and yell at Percy, again, for the nth time.

I'm in the room, it's a typical Tuesday night I'm listening to the kind of music she doesn't like (And she'll never know your story like I do)

You two were dancing along to the Eras Tour Movie (on a DVD. pretend its on a DVD.)

Percy is a swiftie, he’s always been a swiftie, but Annabeth is the biggest Taylor Swift hater of all time.

Percy begged you to keep his music taste a secret. (Though you would do anything for him if he’d just ask.)

But she wears short skirts

I wear T-shirts

She's Cheer Captain, and I'm on the bleachers

Annabeth had everything a girl could ever want. She’s pretty, smart and she can really fight.

While you were average, average and below average.

(Though that’s not how Percy sees you.)

Your haired looked like a birds nest- no. Worse than a birds nest, the dark bags under your eyes were huge, your skin was clear, sure, but not as smooth as Annabeth’s.

You weren’t bad looking, no way, but Annabeth was just on another level of pretty.

She’s perfect. In every way possible.

(Maybe except the way she treats Percy.)

Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find That what you're looking for has been here the whole time

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My Love Mine All Mine

Luke Castellan x selene!reader

warnings:

disclaimer: i feel like i should’ve used talking to the moon butt

EDIT: I MADE THIS MONTHS AGO, AND ITS FAR FROM COMPLETE BUT IM CLEARING MY DRAFTS, AND SINCE ITS SOMETHING, IM RELEASING IT!!

Moon, a hole of light Through the big top tent up high

When Luke misses you, he talks to the moon.

Which, in most cases, doesn’t work, because it makes him miss you even more. The two of you used to talk under the moon in the dead of night, in the middle of the strawberry fields because no one in their right mind would go there in the middle of the night.

(It was also because he knew you liked strawberries, and the two of you would pick a small basket of them every night.)

Here before and after me Shinin' down on me

Your mother used to look down at the both of you every night.

Now, she still looks down, but all she sees is you, laying down at your usual spot on the strawberry fields, wearing Luke’s sweatshirt and crying to yourself.

Moon, tell me if I could Send up my heart to you?

He still prays to the Gods. Instead of Hermes, he prays to Selene.

He prays for you to forgive him. To welcome him back into your arms once more.

(Though he knows that will never happen.)

So, he prays, mostly for you to know that he did this for you. To give you a better world, because this one doesn’t deserve you.

He prays for you to know he still loves you.

(But his loyalty to Kronos is stronger than his love for you.)

So, when I die, which I must do Could it shine down here with you?

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new year’s day

Luke Castellan x aphrodite!reader

m.list

warnings: angst </3

There's glitter on the floor after the party,

He’s giving her that smile.

The one reserved for you.

The one you adored so, so much.

Girls carrying their shoes down in the lobby

Luke took her hand in his larger one, leading her back to her cabin.

He laughed at something she said.

You directly your attention back to cleaning up the Aphrodite cabin after a party, alone.

Luke used to do it with you.

Candle wax and Polaroids on the hardwood floor You and me from the night before, but

While you were cleaning you own bed, you found a polaroid picture of you and Luke from a year ago, probably.

You were wearing a pink, feathered cowboy hat, you were leaning into the camera, a bright smile on your face.

Luke’s hands were on your waist, he had a pink fur boa around him to match your hat.

You would give anything to have him hold you just one more time.

Don't read the last page But I stay when you're lost, and I'm scared, and you're turning away

Of course he would like an Athena girl.

They’re smart, they can fight, and they’re pretty.

Sure, she doesn’t have that radiant glow around her like you did, but she was still pretty.

She had h/c hair, like you did.

She also had e/c eyes.

But her’s… looked so much better than yours. It glowed.

She looked better, she could fight better, she was actually smart.

Your siblings reassured you, insisting that you were a daughter of Aphrodite, there was no way she was prettier than you.

But that wasn’t the way you saw it.

And in your eyes, that wasn’t the way Luke saw it either.

I want your midnights But I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year's Day

You were teaching your usual archery lessons, when you spot Luke and his new girlfriend in a sparring match.

He looks happy.

Only, a different kind of happy.

Sure, you were good with a dagger, but not sword fighting. You were never good at sword fighting, you were only good at archery.

Maybe Luke wanted something who appreciated the things he liked to do.

You squeeze my hand three times in the back of the taxi I can tell that it's gonna be a long road

"It's not you, it never was, its just that I feel like we don’t get each other anymore." Luke said.

"Yeah, I get it." you looked down to hide your unshed tears.

"Thanks for... everything," you gave him a forced smile.

“You were great. You were a great experience,” Luke said, as if to comfort you.

‘You were everything!’ you wanted to scream at him.

But you just smiled and walked away.

I'll be there if you're the toast of the town, babe Or if you strike out and you're crawling home

You watched as Luke celebrated his capture the flag victory with his new girlfriend.

You weren’t jealous,

you just felt replaced.

How could he replace you so easily when you felt like your heart would be empty for years?

Did you really mean that little to him?

You couldn’t bear watching them anymore.

Don't read the last page But I stay when it's hard, or it's wrong, or we're making mistakes

A total of 17 guys sent you flowers.

If you were a logical person, you would have at least hooked up with them, but little old you decided that you should wait for Luke.

So, you rejected every single guy that came up to you.

All your siblings are just straight up worried about you now, they knew how important Luke was to you, but not to this degree.

You still cry yourself to sleep every night,

they find you in the middle of the night going through a photo book of you and Luke.

I want your midnights But I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year's Day

Hold on to the memories They will hold on to you

You still wear the matching bracelet he gave you for your second anniversary.

He’s wearing a new one with his girlfriend.

You see them connecting their magnetic heart charm on their bracelet at campfires, while you’re here playing with yours that no longer had a match.

Hold on to the memories They will hold on to you

You still have his favourite hoodie under your bed.

You still have his favourite shirt under your bed.

You still have one of his camp t-shirts on your bed.

He caught you wearing his hoodie on you way to the bathroom in the middle of the night when you bumped into him.

He never questioned you or asked for it back.

Hold on to the memories They will hold on to you

You still have everything he gave you.

And I will hold on to you.

Everything reminds you of him.

That one bench where the two of you used to hang out on everyday,

ever your own bed, where he used to sneak in to talk to you at night.

Please don't ever become a stranger Whose laugh I could recognise anywhere

You hate it when she makes him laugh.

You hate it when you hear that damn laugh.

You hate it because it didn’t happen because of you.

Please don't ever become a stranger Whose laugh I could recognise anywhere

You hate him because he’s not yours.

-

There's glitter on the floor after the party Girls carrying their shoes down in the lobby

It’s been a couple of months.

You still wear his hoodie to sleep.

like this? or want something better? City of Stars is much more heartbreaking </3

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City of Stars (part three of Poseidon’s)

Luke Castellan x poseidon!reader, Percy Jackson x halfsister! reader

pt. 1, pt. 2

warnings: ANGST

disclaimer‼️‼️‼️: this is sort of a part three to a fic I did called Poseidon’s, but this can also be s standalone

You and Luke cuddled up under the stars with 'City Of Stars' playing on your CD player, at an ungodly hour, somewhere far enough away from camp so nobody would hear you, a routine the both of you had already gotten used to.

City of stars, Are you shining just for me?

"You know, we could move out of camp right now, we could get a house in the middle of nowhere, somewhere close to a lake. We could live with Percy and Annie. Doesn't that sound good?" you whispered as you sat up.

City of stars, There's so much that i can't see.

Who knows, I felt it from the first embrace I shared with you...

"We could be our own little family in a way," you whispered with a smile, voice filled with hope, playing with Luke's hand.

"And listen you and Percy to fight over everything everyday? Yeah, sounds good." Luke whispered with a smile as he sat up too.

That now Our dreams, They've finally come true.

City of stars, Just one thing everybody wants.

"We actually could do it, you know." you closed your eyes, savouring the moment.

"To a bright future," Luke said, pretending to make a toast.

"To a bright future," you smiled, also pretending to toast.

(Luke said the same thing to you found out about his betrayal, right as he was about to jump into the portal.)

"To love," you said with a giggle as Luke pulled you into his arms.

"To love," Luke said, as you both stared at each other adoringly.

Though there was something unusual in his eyes, but you couldn't really decipher it yet.

(It was guilt, you realised, too late.)

There in the bars, and through the smokescreen of the crowded restaurants,

It's love,

Yes, all we're looking for is love From someone else...

(A rush, A glance, A touch, A dance,)

Luke stared down at you, trying to take in and remember every detail of your face, looking at you as if it was his last time.

(He wasn’t that far off.)

To look in somebody's eyes,

To light up the skies,

"You're everything to me," you whispered, "I can't afford to loose you."

To open the world and send it reeling

"And you won't. Never. I promise." Luke whispered back.

A lie.

A voice that says, "I'll be here" And "you'll be alright".

You really love this boy, you thought.

(I don't care if I know Just where I will go,

'Cause all that I need is this crazy feeling

A rat-tat-tat on my heart.)

You leaned into him for a soft kiss, one not of pleasure, but of feeling, of love. A different kind of intimacy.

Ironic, isn't it?

I think I want it to stay.

-

"Luke.?" you croaked. You couldn't believe what you'd heard.

You voice was one of pure heartbreak.

"Y/n- it's not what it looks like-" Luke panicked.

Seeing your eyes filled with blind rage and agony, instead of just pure love and adoration directly at him like you once did-

City of stars, Are you shining just for me?

“But isn’t it?-” your voice breaks. “I knew something was going on with you- I could see it-“

“Come with me. Please. You know the Gods never cared. You hate them too-” Luke said in a rush,

“And betray my brother? Camp? My family?-” you were cut off by Percy’s pained grunt.

Luke swung his sword at him, Percy dodged and swung back, accidentally wounding him.

“I’m sorry-” Percy said.

Luke swung his sword one more time, but you jumped in front of Percy and held up your own sword at your lover.

You looked into the eyes you once loved. The ones that once brought you comfort.

Luke gulped,

“I’m not going with you. I-” you were cut off once again,

Luke ran towards the portal.

“I rea-” you were cut off for the nth time, which was probably a good thing because you felt like you were about to fall apart.

"To a bright future," Luke turned back and whispered.

Then jumped into the portal.

He really thought you would join him, he really did. He really believed you would help him accomplish his goal, help him create the future and world of his desires, one without the Gods.

He never wanted to do this- anything without you. He really thought you’d be on his side.

He loved you.

City of stars,

And you did too.

That was the last time you saw the love of your life.

You never shined so brightly.

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Poseidon’s (pt. 2)

Luke Castellan x poseidon!reader, Percy Jackson x halfsister!reader.

m.list

pt. 1, pt. 3

warnings: really damn short (on purpose 🥰)

“Percy!” you yelled.

No response, you looked up, Percy was no longer where you last saw him. 

You walked towards the exit of Cabin 3 with a grunt, setting off to look for your brother.

You found him in a sparring match with Luke at the arena. You decided it was best to wait until after their match to verbally abuse Percy for leaving his pile of clothes on the floor.

-

After their sparring match was over, you wasted no time, jogging up to Percy.

Percy was about to make a joke, “Did you- woah, are you okay?” he asked, after seeing the fury in your eyes.

“Perseus Achilles Jackson, your laundry is all over the floor, and guess what?” you hissed.

“Woah- calm down, what-“ Percy was cut off, “Your clothes swept my guitar pick off the damn table! Now I can’t find it, and I only brought one to camp-” you were cut off by a pair of hands on your waist.

“What did he do this time?” Luke laughs, pressing a kiss on the space between you cheek and your ear. “He can’t seem to clean up after himself. The cabin looks like a war zone.” you said.

“Hey- I was late to training- and it’s not my fault you had to put your only pick on the table,” Percy huffed.

“If you don’t clean it up right now, I will k-“ you were cut off once again by Luke’s hand on your mouth, “I’d suggest you to go clean up your cabin, like- right now, I can only help you so much, she’s basically a wild animal when she’s mad,” Luke said, flashing Percy a grin.

Percy had never run so fast in his life.

You started to break out laughing.

And you had never felt so happy and.. full in a long time.

pt. 3

author: this is really short on purpose. PART three can be read as a standalone but they happen in the same universe

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Poseidon’s (pt. 1)

Luke Castellan x poseidon!reader, Percy Jackson x halfsister!reader

m.list

pt. 2, pt. 3

warnings: none

You ran up to Luke from behind, wrapping your arms around his neck, “Hey, hero,” you greeted, kissing his neck with a smile.

You were a daughter of Poseidon, you’ve been dating Luke Castellan for four years now, you arrived at camp a couple months later than Luke.

“Who’s this?” you said, directing your gaze at the unclaimed Percy.

“Percy, he’s the one who killed the Minotaur,” Luke said as he leaned his face into your forehead, “Be nice, it’s his first day.”

You smiled, unwrapping your hand from his neck, “I’m always nice, that’s why everybody loves me,” you joked, as you walked in front of Luke to shake Percy’s hands.

“I’m Y/n, Poseidon’s,” you held out your hand with a warm smile.

“Percy,” Percy said as he shook your hand.

“What do you think?” Luke asked as he wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing your hair.

You and Luke have a tradition of guessing the Godly heritage of new  campers, and so far, you were always right.

“Hm,” you said, “Has your mom ever said anything about your dad?” you asked Percy, “Hey, you can’t ask,” Luke said.

“Uh- No, I don’t think so.” Percy said.

“I say Poseidon,” you whispered in Luke’s ear as you sent him a wink and walked away.

-

“Earthshaker, Stormbringer, Father of Horses. Hail, Perseus Jackson, Son of the Sea God,” Chiron said.

You rushed up to where everything was happening, just in time to catch the fading trident above Percy’s head.

You quickly scanned the crowd for Luke, just to find that his eyes were already on yours. You sent  him a victorious smirk.

You walked over to Percy.

“Well, I guess you have a sister now,” you said with a smile. “Yeah,” Percy flashed you a polite smile.

“Welcome to the family!” you patted Percy on the back, “Thanks,” Percy said, a genuine tone in his voice.

You were about to go clean up and make some space in the cabin for Percy, when you saw Luke coming over, “You owe me two days of dessert, Castellan,” you smiled.

“You win, again,” he sighed with a smile, “I really thought I would in this time.”

“Were you guys placing bets on me?” Percy asked.

You smiled, “Mhm. Tradition,” you sent another smirk at Luke, “And so far, I’ve won almost every single time.”

“You knew I was a Poseidon kid?” Percy frowned.

“You have dad’s eyes,” you gave him a smile.

“Come on,” you gestured for Percy to follow you, “Luke will help you with your stuff, I’ll go clean up the cabin.”

pt. 2

author: okay since a lot of you didn’t like sand on cheeks (series), i’m working on more luke stuff to keep you all happy. please tell me you like this- PART TWO IS GONNA BREAK SOME HEARTS.

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Sand on cheeks (pt. 2)

Percy Jackson x reader

m.list pt.1

warnings: none

disclaimer: this is also on wattpad as Sand on Cheeks

I thanked the gods as Percy didn't ask again.

I slipped out of my camp t-shirt, revealing my swimsuit.

I set down my beach bag carrying towels, snacks and a bottle of water on the dock.

Percy and I used to hang out here a lot, a less popular side of the lake with a tiny dock.

"Hey," I called out as I heard footsteps behind me, "Did you bring the jelly beans?" Percy asked.

"Wow, not even a hi?" I teased as I grabbed a few bags a blue jelly beans from my bag. Percy started shoving the beans in his mouth like a starved man, I let out a little laugh.

With my hair still in the bun from earlier, I jumped into the lake, Percy jumped in right behind me. 

We somehow got into a water- splashing fight, "Fine! Fine! You win!" I yelled as I turned away from him, rubbing the water out of my eyes.

I turned back to him, smiling, just to see his oh-so- pretty eyes staring at me, his lips bearing the prettiest smile, his dimples so visible and so cute-

"Quit staring," I splashed his face with water again, "You look prettier like this," he said, smiling. "Like what?" I frowned. "Without makeup," he smirked.  "How do you know I'm not wearing makeup?" I frowned again, "Well, your skin is.. I don't know, clearer? Shinier? Your eyes look bigger, you look a lot more energised. You just look.. better. And no offence to your makeup skills, I know you do your sibling's makeup and they look great, but I think makeup just doesn't suit you. You should stop straightening your hair too, your hair looks better in its natural curl. You remember when you hair straightener 'mysteriously disappeared'? I stole it." He gave me a cheeky smile. I opened my mouth to speak, but I couldn't get the words out.  "Thanks," I muttered, a blush blooming on my cheeks. "You're welcome," he said, splashing me with water to break the tension.

I swam into the deeper parts of the lake, descending myself into the water, drowning out the distant chatter of the campers. 

I came back up for air, scanning for Percy. But he wasn't where I last saw him, in fact, he wasn't anywhere. "Per-" a pair of hands dragged me down into the water. I tried to yell, but ended out drinking a ton of lake water instead. 

I shot up once the hands let me go, and blinked the water out of my eyes.

"Got 'cha," he said with a smirk on his face.

"Oh my gods- I'm gonna kill you!" I yelled.

We spent the rest of the day at the lake.

-

I grabbed two towels from my bag, one pink and one blue. I handed Percy the blue one as I wrapped the pink one around my body. 

I shoved a few jelly beans into my mouth and took a sip of iced water from my metal water bottle. "Can I have some water?"Percy asked as he sat down on the dock, "I only have one bottle," I frowned.

"That's okay," he said as he stood up, walked over to me and grabbed my water bottle. He opened the lip and took a large sip.

"We should probably head back, the sun is setting," I said, gesturing at the sunset.

Percy nodded, as he gathered everything I’d laid out and put it back into my bag.

“I had a lot of fun today,” Percy said as he folded his wet towel, “We haven’t hung out like that in a while, not since-” he stopped himself.

“Yeah, I had fun.” I said, already knowing what he meant.

Is it selfish.. of me to wish that Annabeth never came along?

Everything would have been-

“You ready to go?” Percy said, snapping me out of my thoughts for the nth time today.

“Yeah,” I said with a nod.

Percy was still shirtless.

He nodded and turned to walk back towards camp, and gods-

The way his muscles-

Gods, stop thinking about Percy’s muscles.

“So I’ll see you tonight at the campfire?” Percy asked.

“Mhm,” I waved him goodbye.

He waved back, and his shoulders-

I turned away.

author: does nobody like percy anymore?! this series is the slowest growing pieces of work i have ever made or is my new writing style just not hitting?

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Sand on cheeks (pt. 1)

Percy Jackson x reader

m.list pt.2

warnings: none

disclaimer: this is also on wattpad as Sand on cheeks

I sat up in a panic with a pounding headache, cold sweat clinging to my forehead,

I took deep breaths, quickly fishing out a light pink notebook, 

grabbing a pen from my bedside table and jotted down what my nightmare consisted of.

It had become a routine I had grown used to, nightmares always haunting my sleep.

I set down my notebook, shoving the pen in between the pages hastily, grabbing my cup and took a sip of water.

I lied back down on the bed, closing my eyes, reaching up to rub my temples.

I let out a sigh, directing my eyes to the clock sitting on m bedside table. 5:53am. The sun had already risen.  Almost time to get up. 

I stared at the ceiling.

I started imagining blinds that could block out the Sun entirely, blinds that could protect me from the Sun's wrath- 

What? 

Sometimes, I don't know why I think my thoughts are like the way they are, almost wandering.

I think about the consequences of staying in bed all day,

I already knew that staying in bed was not a possibility,

but a little imagination didn't hurt anyone, let a girl dream.

After what seemed like a minute, I got up, slipping into my fuzzy slippers, not seeing the point in trying to fall asleep again.

I walked to the camp bathroom and did my usual morning routine, brush my teeth, skincare, makeup, hair and clothes.

By the time I walked back into the Aphrodite cabin in my bright orange camp t-shirt that I wanted to burn so badly- most of my siblings had already woken up. 

I walked  to my bed and replaced my slippers for my sneakers, greeting some of my siblings as I walked to the pavilion. 

"Hey, princess," Percy said as he jogged up to me, flashing me a smile.

"Hey, seaweed brain," I said as I flashed him a tired smile, "Nightmares?" Percy said, though it wasn't really a question. "Mmhm," I nodded.

"Do you have to help with sword training today?" I asked as I tied my hair up into a low messy bun, strands of curly hair fell loose, but looked perfect nevertheless, thanks to my mother.

"Nope," Percy said as he waved to some of his friends in the distance,  "I was gonna take a dip by the lake again, are you coming?" 

I considered his offer.

Well, I didn't have to teach archery lessons today, and who would give up an opportunity to hang out with Percy? He's always busy.

"Yeah," I said after a beat. Percy nodded in response, "I'll catch you later," he said, giving me a playful wink. I rolled my eyes with a smile.

"Hey," I greet my siblings as I sat down at the Aphrodite table. 

"Percy broke up with Annabeth!" one said, "Yeah! He's single now, we should totally go get him!" then a bunch of compliments starting pouring in. 

It's not a secret that Percy was attractive.

Having been on more quests then most demigods could only dream of — Percy was something of a legend. Saving Mount Olympus? Check. Surviving Tartarus? Check. Being unnecessarily hot? Double check.

Dark hair ruffled in a summer breeze. Vibrant eyes blending into the coast line. Tan skin draped over a body sculpted by gods.

Percy was the ultimate prize.

I never denied my feelings for Percy, I just never told him.

Why risk throwing away years of friendship when I know that he doesn't feel the same?

"Earth to Y/n!" Silena snapped her fingers in front of my face, "Sorry," I mumbled, "I'm okay."

Silena sent me a knowing glare, "You better shoot your shot before it's too late, if you don't want history to repeat itself," she whispered. 

She was right. I had already started liking Percy before he and Annie become a thing. 

And just as I was about to tell Percy how I felt, they had already fallen in love.

Fallen in love. 

It was no secret that I was Aphrodite's favourite daughter.

Then why couldn't she give me the one thing I wanted?

Love. 

I spent the entirety of breakfast thinking, until I was snapped out of my thoughts by a hand on my shoulder.

I snapped my head towards the owner of the hand. Percy.

"You okay?" he asked as he took a seat next to me, it was only then I realised most of my siblings were done with their meal and went off to their activities.

"Yeah," I answered with a nod. Percy shot me a knowing look.

"What? I'm fine," I sent him a glare, "You know you can always tell me, right?" he said, his voice laced with concern.

"I'm gonna go get my stuff," I muttered. 

Percy knew better than to follow me.

pt.2

author: okay okay i know i have a reputation for not uploading very often- almost never- but i’ve already written a couple of parts for thi and i’m feeling really motivated, so this will officially be my first (mini?) series!! at least one new part every week- i got you- part two coming in really soon, in like half an hour probably. taglist is open, send an ask or a comment<333 also i’m using a completely new writing style this time soo

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I NEEED. a luke castellan x daughter of aphrodite!reader where r has an obsession with VIV WESTWOOD BEVAUSE I HAVE AN OBSESSION WITH VIV WESTWOOD. make it short please. thanks babe ily <333

also can i be 🪦 anon? i love you and your writing <33

Hips & Lips

(Luke Castellan x daughter of aphrodite!reader)

Warnings: None

m.list

Everybody stopped moving.

"Pay up, buddy."

"Man, not again."

The pink smoke dispersed, the fading symbol of Aphrodite's claim, as light chatter gradually resumed. You weren't sure how to process the turn of events. Still dazed, you packed your belongings from the Hermes cabin into your mother's cabin, the cabin of Aphrodite.

"Hey, Y/n!" you turned your attention towards the voice. Luke. "Um, yeah?" you responded, "Do you need help with your things?" you glanced at your belongings and then back at Luke, "Yeah, I think so." You truly did; there was no way you could move all your possessions into your cabin alone, not in a time,you manner anyway.

Growing up, you had always felt a magnetic pull towards fashion. Life in the mortal world was much worse than that of a demigod at camp. Fashion, however, was your solace. It grounded you, and sifting through thrift stores for clothes was enjoyable; it helped you navigate your childhood. An infatuation with Vivienne Westwood bloomed after you stumbled upon their shop, instantly captivated by the brand's creations. Consequently, your collection of jewelry, dresses, shoes, and various accessories became a treasure trove of Vivienne Westwood finds. You could say this collection had helped you survive the 18 years you spent in the mortal world. Clothes and accessories boosted your confidence, evoked happiness, and made you feel like you.

"Thanks," you handed Luke a shoebox, and your fingers brushed. Your cheeks flushed. "I'll bring these over to your cabin," he said while grabbing a few more boxes, "you know where to find me if you need help." With a friendly gesture directed at you, his touch still lingering on your fingers, he set off.

It took you an hour to move all your belongings into your new cabin. It would have taken even longer if your half-siblings hadn't lent a hand. The process might have been shortened if you had simply asked Luke for his help. You debated the idea but ultimately decided against it. Luke had been nothing but helpful and welcoming to you, and a comfortable friendship had begun to form. However, your crush on Luke was an open secret—except to Luke himself and you.

And your half-siblings were determined to change that.

ohh i kinda like this!! i kept it short as per your request!! and yes you can be 🪦 anon <33 ily soo so much thank you for your support. did i write what you wanted? because i wasn’t really sure what you wanted so i just did whatever this was. i was thinking part two so lmk if you want one. who doesn’t love vivienne westwood?! (i have no idea why i named this hips & lips)

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about me

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Omg please please please do a part 2 for ratatouille with a happy ending. Please let it just be a misunderstanding 😭

Ratatouille (Pt. 2)

(Azriel x f!reader)

pt. 1

m.list

❥= fluff

ʚɞ = angst

Warnings: not proof read

Before she met Az, she lived in her own little apartment right outside the city. She had thought about selling it prior to moving in with Az, but right now, she was really glad she didn’t.

As she unlocked the door to her apartment, nostalgia hit her hard. Here, nearly a century ago, she had accepted the sacred bond. Here is where she had offered Azriel a meal.

This was how she had spent the past two months.

She would try her best to avoid the Inner Circle around Velaris, without fail. She had even considered going to a distant family in Day.

She would even pat herself on the shoulder for doing such a good job at avoiding the Circle.

But she could not avoid her longing for her mate, the ache in her chest.

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"Y/N, please just open the Gods-damned door!" She buried her head into her pillow. The sound of her best friend's banging had awoken her from her slumber. With no choice, she walked up to the door. Still in a sleepy haze, she slowly unlocked the door. "Mor, what are you doing? It's the middle of the night." Her best friend had already let herself in. "Gods, Y/N, your house is a mess," she said, picking at the pile of clothes on the wooden floor. "Y/N, you have to go see Az. He hasn't been himself, we're all worried about him. And I was right to worry about you. Look at you." The girl knew her best friend was right. She was a mess; she had tried to deny it, but she was not doing well away from her mate.

She ran her fingers through her disheveled hair. She closed her eyes as if considering something. After a moment, she said, "Let's go."

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She sensed him before she could see him.

Azriel had concealed himself in his shadows, his shadows frantic after sensing their owner's mated lover.

The friends peered through Azriel's door.

"He's been like this since you left. It seems impossible, but he's getting worse," the girl hummed.

"And what of Elaine?" she turned to her best friend. "Rhys is keeping her in the town house. We've all agreed that it would be best to keep them apart."

The girl chuckled. "So it took all of you to keep them away from each other,  huh?" Mor shook her head. "N/N, you know I didn't mean it like that. Just go talk to him, please. If not for you, then for the Circle." With that, her best friend stalked away, giving the girl a final pat on her shoulder.

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The moment she stepped into her mate's room, his shadows rushed over to her, covering the small of her back, pushing her towards her mate. "Az, it's me," she attempted, "I'm here now," slowly walking over to her mate, careful not to startle him. Slowly but steadily, she put her hands onto her mate's shoulders, rubbing small circles with her thumbs.

The male looked up at her with tired eyes. "Oh, Az..." the girl cradled Azriel's head into her chest, enveloping his body with hers, gently holding his head. "Love..." Azriel buried his head further into her chest. "I did not sleep with Elaine, I did not touch her." The girl did not know what to think. "I spent time with her because she was in a bad place. I know Nesta or Feyre could have taken her, but I had just..." she stared into those oh-so-beautiful hazel eyes. "I was so entranced by the idea of three brothers, three sisters. I did not mean to neglect you like that. Y/N, I cannot live without you." She observed his face, sincerity and love in those hazel eyes she loves. "I will change for you, I will do anything if it means I will earn your forgiveness." How could she ever say no to that face?

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A/N: okay i have an excuse for my shit writing. i can justify it. english is not my first language. this is so bad i can’t even bring myself to proofread it.

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