#Monoco Fluff

[ashenstardust]

hii!! I wanted to request another fluff oneshot, with monoco or verso (I don't mind who u do so u can decide, I'd be alright with poly too if u write it) where reader asks them to cut their hair in some way or like style it? ⸜( ´ ▿ ` )⸝ I ws thinking of the monoco and verso hangout where they do eachothers hair so yeah!! (≧▽≦) I hope u have a great day and If u don't want to/can't do this req jst ignore me 🙏 (also I'm sorry if this is like confusing in anyway,, (o^ ^o) ) p.s: i loved the last oneshot u wrote with actress!reader and verso!!

Sorry this took so long! I hope you like it :) .

Pairing: Verso x Monoco x Reader Summary: Verso and Monoco notice you're feeling stressed. They decide spending time with you is the perfect remedy. Word Count: 1232 Rating: G Warnings: Hair loss, flowers, cuddling

You were losing your hair. In great wind-blown waves you left pieces of yourself all across the continent. You barely dared to detangle it in the mornings, although you did for fear of your hair condition worsening, and watched it fall away strand by delicate strand.

It was stress, you assumed, that was causing the change. Facing down death every day, watching your friends die, listening to Gustave… Having to witness the destruction of so many lives as you uncovered all those who came before were dead and gone. It was too much for anyone to handle, and if the cost was your hair, so be it.

Or so you thought to yourself. Under the moonlight with the monolith looming ever closer it was more difficult to wrap your head around your circumstances even with the feeling of loose hair tickling between your fingers.

Maybe you were losing your hair because you were just plain ripping it out. A nervous tick, perhaps, to card your fingers through your hair and feel the drag of your nails against your scalp. With how few mirrors there were around the continent you could only hope you didn’t look like a poorly maintained doll.

You were letting those strands fall and get caught in the wind when Monoco came over to sit beside you. His mask drifted from your face to your hair blowing away and glinting slightly as they caught the moonlight.

“You won’t be very good at fighting Nevrons if you’re fighting a cold too,” he said. His voice held little inflection, so you weren’t sure if he was chastising you or teasing.

You shifted so you could look at him better. “Are you offering to keep me warm?” you asked, venturing to guess Monoco was trying to lighten your mood. The Gestral was often well meaning, but he was made of wood too.

“I think he wants me to help you out with that,” Verso’s voice startled you slightly as you weren’t expecting him to be coming up behind you. Monoco’s mask tilted to look behind you, and you craned your neck to see Verso was settling down on your other side.

You didn’t even have the time to ask him how he planned to do that. As soon as he settled in the grass, he grabbed you and pulled you near. You shifted with him, letting him pull you against his chest. Verso was warm and soft and as comforting as he had always been. The barest shift in the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed reminded you that you were still alive.

“What’s bothering you, ma cherie?” Verso asked, rumbling against your ear.

Instead of waiting for your mind to flood with everything that had ever happened to you, you blurted out the first thing that was on your mind. “I’m going bald,” you admitted, a little more dramatically than maybe you intended.

Monoco had been observing the two of you, but his mask tilted in worry at your words. “Is that something that can happen?” he asked, appalled.

Verso nodded behind you, his hands trailing up to push his fingers through his hair. You tried not to wince at the feeling, even as his fingers flowed through without catching on any tangles. “Is it the stress?” he asked lowly.

“Of course,” you sighed, settling further into his embrace. You tilted your head up to look at him. His fingers massaged against your scalp. “How do you keep all that hair on your head?” you asked.

Verso stiffened under you, a feeling you barely registered but for how familiar you were with him. It was like he was trying so hard to hold himself back from telling you the truth. And you could live with his lies, you told yourself, as you watched Monoco share a curious glance, because he gave you everything else you could want.

“Luck, I guess,” he said after a while.

“We could do your hair,” Monoco offered almost at the same time.

“Huh?” you asked, confused.

“Over the years we’ve done each other’s hair,” Monoco explained, “cut it or styled it. We could do that for you, too.”

You looked from Monoco to Verso and back. You trusted them to keep you alive. You supposed they had deft enough fingers. Doing hair hadn’t been on the list of skills you attributed to them. What did you have to lose, really?

“Okay,” you agreed with a shrug, “if you think it’ll help.”

Monoco seemed to light up in his excitement. He shifted so he was sitting next to Verso and they both had full access to your hair. You watched him, as he moved, pull out a peculiar looking book from the pack he kept on his back.

“What’s that?” you asked.

Monoco handed the leather-bound book to you. “Be careful with it,” he warned as you opened the cover. “It’s where I press the flowers I’ve cultivated outside the Station,” he explained when you flipped the page and saw the delicate colors held within.

You gasped at the beauty of it and turned the page gingerly. It was all so fleeting and fragile. Each bloom was perfectly almost perfectly uniform in its growth, the colors delineated on a microscopic scale as to be almost indistinguishable from the next. The whole journal was thick with the same repeating pattern of petals and stems all lovingly placed and maintained by the protective Gestral’s hand.

“They’re beautiful,” you breathed. The book had distracted you enough that you’d barely noticed the two had started in on your hair. Verso’s fingers slipped easily along your scalp while Monoco picked this bud and that from the open book to wind along the pattern Verso was crafting.

The well-preserved flowers were the same exuberant purple that accented the expeditioner’s uniforms. Soon enough there were far fewer contained in the journal than were cascading over your shoulder. They were weaved expertly through the twists and braids Verso had managed to pleat and tie from your scalp all the way down to your split ends.

At the end your hands hovered over the work of art they’d created on your head. You hardly wanted to ruin it, but you couldn’t really see what they’d done.

Then Verso pulled something from his pocket. A small metallic compact. It flipped open with a pop, and he handed it to you. On one side was dusting of the remains of a long over-used powder. The other held a pristine mirror. It was small, but with some maneuvering and determination you soon had a clear picture of what the two men had given you.

The entire thing was breath taking. There was an extravagance to it that you had never experienced before and feared, momentarily, you would never experience again. “It’s wonderful,” you breathed, trying to do three things at once. You couldn’t stop looking at your hair in the mirror, but you wanted to make sure Verso and Monoco understood just how grateful you were.

“Thank you,” you said, finally able to tear your eyes away long enough to throw your arms around them both and pull them near. The position was awkward enough because of how you had to twist, and you were able to enjoy the grunts of surprised pain that the two men made when you squished them together over your shoulders.

[thelostprincessposts]

Gestral Festival [Painted Verso x Reader NSFW]

Pairing: Painted Verso x Fem Reader

Summary: the team attends a festival. You and Verso share a romantic evening. Some fluff, some comfort, and some smut

Rating: R

Warnings: NSFW. Vaginal intercourse. Oral sex. SPOILERS IF YOU HAVE NOT FINISHED THE GAME. Minors DNI.

It had been a slough of nonstop trekking and collecting chroma to prepare to fight Renoir, and this came after weeks of trekking and fighting to defeat the Paintress. Needless to say, the team was due for a break of some sort. Unwinding by the campfire was proving to not be enough, though you all cherished that time.

That's why it was a no-brainer when Monoco brought up wanting to attend the annual Gestral Festival. Each year the Gestral Village celebrated their heritage with duels and music along with games and general merriment. "I, for one, wouldn't mind squaring up against some of those competitors from the arena again," Sciel laughed.

"It's not the worst idea for us to check the marketplace for supplies before we venture back to Lumiere," Maelle thought out loud.

You could feel Verso's eyes shift to watch you as your group sat around the fire at the end of the evening. You told yourself it was nothing, but ever since Maelle brought you and the others back Verso has kept more of a watchful eye on you. He was never too far ahead of you during exploration and after a fight he always assured that you weren't hurt.

Monoco, however, was well aware that Verso's attention on you was not 'nothing' and offered, "Besides, Golgra owes me a few favors. I bet we could get some private rooms with real beds for this excursion," to sweeten the deal.

Lune groaned in delight at the thought of a real bed. Your heart leapt at the thought of some privacy, where perhaps you could finally have a moment alone with Verso. "I'm not going to say no to a real bed," you said as your eyes met Verso's.

His lingered on yours slightly longer before he tore them away to announce to Esquie: "it's settled then; we leave for the Gestral Village tomorrow."

You could feel yourself smiling and laughing with the other girls before Verso caught your eyes once again across the fire and you saw a ghost of a grin spread over his features.

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Lune was insufferable most of the journey over, asking Monoco millions of questions about Gestral culture and history.

"Look, at the end of the day it's mainly about Gestrals wanting to fight for glory. They'll find any excuse for a duel. It's also a way to showcase the gestrals that are coming of age in the arena for the first time," Monoco shared. "That...and lots of dancing."

"I wish Lumiere had festivals like this," Maelle lamented as the team walked through the woods toward the village.

"It used to," Verso said. "Before the fracture, there were festivals dedicated to all sorts of celebrations. Not just the gommage..."

You tried to picture Verso in Lumiere, but found yourself alarmingly sorry for all the things he must have felt he missed out on. Monoco continued to rattle on with stories of festivals past as you and Verso lingered behind the group.

"Did you enjoy them? The festivals?" You asked as your shoulder came dangerously close to bumping his.

"I enjoyed everything about Lumiere. I'm only sad that you and the others lived in a Lumiere that is now a stranger; with fear and limitations," he replied thoughtfully. Your steps slowed a bit as you chewed over his words.

"If we beat Renoir, would you want to return back to Lumiere?" The question was somewhat loaded, as you'd never directly asked him about his desires. You would undoubtedly return to Lumiere, but would he?

"What I want is not important. I can't allow myself to think past what we must do. We only have today," he responded. If he only had today, then today was the day you were going to act on your feelings.

"Don't you think you deserve more than today?" You asked, head turning to meet his gaze. He looked away quickly and opened his mouth to reply when Sciel shouted from ahead, "I see the gates!"

You waved back in response before turning to Verso to say, "I do. Think you deserve more," before jogging to catch up with Sciel.

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The Gestral Village was decorated with colorful banners and garlands full of wildflowers when you arrived that afternoon. The gestrals were delighted to have guests and adorned the team with necklaces made of brushes painted various colors to don for the evening.

The gestral children swarmed Esquie in the village square, asking him to dance with them. Monoco and Verso peeled off to secure overnight arrangements with Golgra, which left you and the girls to wander the market.

You were helping Maelle haggle with a weapons merchant when Monoco approached with Verso. "Alright, I have bad news and I have good news. Which do you want first?"

Verso was avoiding your eyes at all costs. In fact, he looked anywhere but at the team. "The good news...?" Lune asked skeptically.

"Golgra humbly offered us rooming at her palace."

You crossed your arms in anticipation of the next part. "And the bad news?" You asked.

"Golgra has plenty of visitors. We've only got 4 beds, meaning...two of you are going to need to share."

"I already said I'd find somewhere else to sleep, Monoco. The girls should have the beds," Verso said tightly. Your heart leapt thinking of the chance to share a room with Verso. This was your chance, before anyone else could offer.

"I'll share with you," you said a bit loudly and rushed. Sciel snorted quietly before turning to admire a dagger at the table.

Verso's eyes shot to yours as he crossed his arms. "Don't worry about it, I want you to be comfortable tonight."

"Well there's no way I'm comfortable with you sleeping outside or slumming it somewhere else. It's no trouble, really."

"Y/N, you don't have-"

"My gods, she already offered, Verso! Just say yes and move on!" Sciel interrupted exasperated. She had a shit-eating grin on her face as she twirled the dagger a little too close to Verso's personal space.

"Put that thing down and I'll say yes," Verso replied tightly. You started to feel nervous that he was only saying yes because he felt he had to, and then you started to feel nervous all over again at the prospect of making a move on Verso tonight. What you didn't know was that Verso's reply also came from his own nerves about spending the night with you.

Sciel stopped twirling the weapon, but never broke eye contact with Verso as her grin only widened and she placed the dagger back on the stand. Verso's eyes slightly narrowed at her, knowing Sciel was pushing this. Their staring contest only continued a hair longer until the sound of trumpets erupted to signal the start of the duels in the arena.

"Come on, I don't want to miss the first fight!" Maelle exclaimed as she started towards the arena. Lune started after her; she was always looking out for Maelle. Your group followed, Verso falling into step beside you.

You felt his hand ever so gently on the small of your back as he guided you through the crowd heading to the arena. "Thank you for offering to share tonight. I promise to be on my best behavior," Verso said jokingly.

Maybe it was the festival, maybe it was the proximity of his mouth to your ear producing goosebumps up your spine, but you turned to him with utter confidence to reply, "well, that makes one of us."

Your words stopped him dead in his tracks. He couldn't help but grin when he saw the twinkle in your eye before you turned to enter the arena.

Sciel waited for you at the gate, linking her arm through yours as you found a place in the crowd. "Thank you," you said lowly and she laughed.

"I feel we should be thanking you for finally putting him out of his misery. That man has done nothing but stare longingly at you when he thinks none of us are looking. You are going to make a move tonight, right?" She asked.

Your cheeks heated, but you didn't have a chance to answer before the crowd erupted in cheers for the competitors.

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Dusk brought the sounds of gestral music and the aromas of street vendors selling local delicacies. Your team regrouped at the village center to watch the musicians at the main stage. Verso brought you all food that he deemed safe for humans and you all merrily ate while enjoying the atmosphere. "You all better get your fill because we're dancing after this," Sciel announced.

To which Lune said, "any chance Eqsuie has more wine? I'm going to need it if Sciel is pulling me out there." You chuckled in agreement, your attention turning to find Verso as it usually did in conversation, but he wasn't paying any heed to the group.

He stood with his arms crossed at the edge of the crowd gathered to watch the dancers. His eyes were transfixed on the musicians as if nothing were more important to him. Monoco shook his head before starting away to find Esquie, "I'll get you girls some spirits."

When you finished your food, you went to stand next to Verso and offered him a cup of wine, courtesy of Esquie. He gave you a small smile as he took it - his fingers lingered on yours as he took the cup. You stood there shoulder to shoulder for a long moment just taking in the scene ahead of you in a comfortable silence.

"Thanks for agreeing to this. Maelle looks truly happy out there," you noted as you both watched Maelle and Sciel laughing while they moved to the lively music.

"Yeah, well, sometimes it is nice to remember that there are good things happening here." He downed some of his wine as Lune approached; her cheeks were healthily flushed from the alcohol and she wore a slight grin on her face.

"Those good things can happen for you too," you said quietly, just loud enough for Verso to hear. His eyes darted to yours as Lune grabbed his arm.

"Come on, old man. You aren't exempt from dancing!" She exclaimed while pulling him away. You grinned at him, putting your own drink down to follow them out to the dance floor. The team spent a good while dancing until the sun fully set and even the gesterals started to peel away from the crowd.

You could feel Verso's gaze on you more than a few times watching your body move. Once or twice you felt his hand graze your back, a move reserved only for you. Each time your eyes met his it felt like you were the only two people out there, which made your heart flutter in anticipation.

You were about to leave the crowd for some water when you saw Verso start to follow you. The intensity in the way he watched you sent a shiver down your spine as you reached the clearing. "I just need some water," you said, but before you could turn away you felt his hand gently grab your wrist. You turned to look at him in earnest, his eyes searching your face for something. "What? What is it?"

"Did you mean what you said earlier? About me deserving things that I want?" He asked sheepishly. You could tell that he was nervous, but still invigorated from the dancing.

You reached your hand up to touch his face, grazing his beard with your fingertips. "Of course, Verso. We all deserve happiness."

He leaned his cheek into your palm slightly and closed his eyes with a sigh. "It's been a long time since I believed that. Since anyone has told me that."

Your heart sank at his confession, but you were determined to stay in the moment with him. "I'll say it to you. Every day if I have to. You can want things. You can have what you want. You deserve to want whatever you desire," you delicately spoke.

Verso's left hand reached up to cover yours on his cheek before grasping it with both his hands and bringing it between the two of you. Your soul was marked by his piercing eyes. If this was all you ever got from Verso, it would be enough.

"I want you," he proclaimed barely above a whisper. His forehead dropped to yours as he took a tentative step forward, all the while still cradling your hand between his. You watched the expression on his face - a mixture of relief like this is a secret he's been holding onto before moving to anguish. "But I can't promise you forever. I can't even promise me forever."

You knew what he meant: tomorrow you would travel to face Renoir. No one knew what tomorrow would bring.

"Then just promise me today. Promise me tonight and that would be enough." His thumbs gently soothed over the skin on your hand before he exhaled a breath you didn't know he was holding. His eyes bore into yours with a new intensity you had yet to experience.

"Let's go to our room," he said before holding your hand to lead you through the crowd. You'd follow him anywhere.

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Verso's kisses started tentative - taking his time to fully enjoy the breadth of your mouth. You'd only been able to close the door before he caged your form against the door. Every kiss became more confident, his right arm snaking around your waist to pull his body flush against yours.

The feeling of his hand tracing the exposed skin on your lower back sent heat to your core. You inadvertently kissed him with more passion, which he returned in kind. His hand continued to explore the skin on your lower back before making its way under your shirt to graze your ribcage. You could feel his thumb ghost the side of your breast, soliciting a breathy moan from you between kisses.

"I feel embarrassed to say I've wanted you for so long," Verso confided as his lips moved to your neck. Your hands made their way into his hair.

"Definitely not as long as I've wanted you, " you replied. He disconnected from your neck to bring his forehead to yours while catching his breath

"Tell me what you want. I've already confessed my sins. I want to please you. I'll give you anything," Verso murmured, close to a plea. His hands kept stroking your sides and you could feel your pulse thundering in your ears.

"Please, I need you," you whispered. It was more than a want; you'd never possibly want anything as much as this man standing before you.

"Need?" He questioned with a smirk. His eyebrow arched. "Where do you need me? Show me," Verso demanded.

Your hands gripped his to stop the worship of your sides. You brought one to fully cup your breast over your shirt and brought the other to grip your ass. "I want to feel your tongue tasting me."

"That can be arranged." He gave no warning before crashing his lips into yours again and picking you up to carry you to the bed. Your legs wrapped around his body as he lowered you to the bed.

You moved to raise your shirt over your head while Verso did the same with his jacket and shirt. He wasted no time moving to kiss your nipples, already hard and sensitive, his tongue circling one while he rolled the other between his fingertips. You could feel yourself growing more wet, your hips bucking slightly to find some relief. Verso's name spilled from your tongue in a moan.

"Y/N...say it again," he breathed, looking up at you from your chest.

"Verso," you moaned again. His face crumpled as he reached to crash his lips into yours again. He positioned himself over you, his kisses growing more and more greedy. One of his arms held himself up while the other moved to cup your center over your pants. Your hips ground into his hand as the heat pooled in your stomach.

It was getting too hot with both of your pants still on. Your hands reached for his waistband as his quickly moved to unlace your pants as well. By the time they were both removed, Verso was looking up at you from your core. His arms tenderly held your legs open while his eyes held yours. "You are so beautiful," he said before lowering his tongue to taste your center.

Verso's tongue moved expertly against your bundle of nerves. He paid attention to each sound you made before adding his fingers inside you. "Fuck Verso, you're so good at this."

You looked down to see him grinning at you in pride. It didn't take much longer for that tension to build and your hips bucked uncontrollably over his face. He continued to suck and play with your clit until your orgasm passed. "I could never have enough of you," Verso said as he shifted from your legs to move his mouth back to your nipples.

As he moved his mouth up your body you could feel how hard he was against your leg. You hand reached for him out of reflex, closing around the head, which made him groan in delight. His lips broke contact with your nipple to crash into your mouth once more. Tongues and teeth clashed as he ground into your hand. "I want all of you," Verso panted against your lips. Your head nodded as you guided him to your entrance.

"I'm yours," you whispered. He entered you agonizingly slowly. His length filled you until he was fully seated inside you. Your walls pulsed around him, begging for movement. Verso's pace remained unhurried; he brought his forehead to yours, his eyes never leaving yours as he pumped in and out of you.

Your hips rose rose match his pace. Verso's breathing was heavy and you could tell he was holding back from the way his eyes would close tightly.

"Verso, I want all of you too. I can take whatever you give."

"It's been so long. I don’t want to finish too quickly."

"You're doing so well, Verso. You can take whatever pace you want. You feel so good inside me," you assured as your hands rubbed up and down the arms that caged you.

He shuddered at your words and let out a moan. "I like it when you do that," he groaned.

"Do what?"

"Tell me I'm doing well. I need it."

Your pussy tightened at his words. He had a praise kink. "Verso, you've been so fucking good to me. Keep going, just like that."

He moaned louder at your words before picking up the pace. You made sure to praise him as he continued, saying things like "so good" and "you fill me so well."

"I'm not going to last much longer."

You placed a hand on his chest to gently push him away and out of you. He followed your lead and pulled out of you, allowing you room to move to flip over.

You buried your head into the pillows and reared your hips up to offer him an angle from behind. "Fuck, Y/N..."

You felt him insert his length again. This time his pace was relentless. He pounded into you, hitting that sweet, deep spot every time. You could feel your walls tightening again. There was no praise in this position - just the sounds of both yours and Verso's moans unleashed and his hips slapping against you.

As your walls shuddered around him, you felt his hips buck erratically as he came with you. His pace slowed as you both rode out your climax before he pulled out and turned your face to kiss you. Your breath was still heaving when you broke away.

"Was that okay for you?" You asked him breathlessly. Verso's beautiful fingers reached to move the hair from your face.

"More than okay. Tonight has been perfect."

"Well, it's still tonight as long as we're awake.." You said with a wicked smile. Verso returned the expression in kind before stealing another kiss.

Tomorrow was unknown, but at least you'd always have tonight.

[pompompourrite]

VERSO X DEPRESSED READER HEADCANONS !!

pairing: painted!verso x gn!reader.

contents: fluff, verso tries to help readers when their spirits are low, mentions of depression and stress, just verso being a cutie patootie.

a/n: my depression has dealt me a big blow recently and i've mainly written this to make myself feel better. english is not my first language, so i'm sorry if it's badly written. i hope you'll enjoy it anyway! requests are open ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭

He's very good at guessing what's going on in people's heads, he pays a lot of attention to his team-mates, so when there's the slightest change in you, your expression, your attitude or just the way you walk, he knows something's wrong, and believe me when I say that all his attention will be on you all day long.

He won't ask you directly what's bothering you, not when danger could come from anywhere, and he doesn't want to take the risk of everyone knowing that you're not in your right frame of mind, he doesn't know how you might react to receiving everyone's attention all at once.

Also because he wants to be the only person who can comfort you.

He'll wait until the evening, when everyone's doing their little group activities to relax, while you sit on your own. He won't waste any time coming and sitting next to you.

In general, he always asks permission to sit down. But not this time, not when he knows something's bothering you.

Let's be clear: he'll never force you to talk, but he'll stay close to you all the same, to let you know that he's there, that you're not alone, and that you can come to him if you ever change your mind and pour out everything that's on your mind. In the meantime, he doesn't mind sitting silently for hours on end, if it means he can look after you.

Either that, or he'll tell you all about the funniest adventures he's had with Monoco, or even one of the rare moments when he'll let Monoco tell little secrets and anecdotes he's ashamed of, just to cheer you up.

He'd ask Esquie to shower you with hugs. (seriously I think Esquie's hugs could cure anything)

If you're the type of person who doesn't really appreciate physical contact, he'd probably be happy with a pat on the shoulder or back. On the other hand, if physical contact doesn't bother you, he'll put an arm around your shoulder to pull you back against him and gently rub your shoulder.

If you're in love or in a relationship, he won't hesitate to sit behind you and give you a hug, holding you close to him to make you feel safe.

In any case, friends or lovers, as I said, he won't force you to talk, he'll just ask you what's going on. If you remain silent, he'll respect your choice.

But if you talk, he'll listen carefully, he won't cut you off, except when he hears you talking down to yourself. It hurts him to hear you talk so badly about yourself, he feels obliged to stop you and tell you how wrong you are.

Do you feel useless in the team? He'll list every single thing you've done to help the expedition. Do you have a problem with your appearance? He'll drown you in compliments. Do you feel like a bad person? He could spend hours telling you what a wonderful person you are.

No matter what makes you sad, he'll never run out of arguments.

If you ever burst into tears in front of him, he'll take you in his arms and offer you to cry against his chest while he rubs your back to soothe you.

Bonus point if you're lovers: he'll kiss the top of your head and/or your forehead.

If you end up crying yourself to sleep and falling asleep in his arms, he won't dare move for fear of waking you up, and there's a good chance he'll end up falling asleep with you in the same place where you sat together.

If not, he'll suggest you sleep next to him for the night, or in his arms. The choice is yours, he's happy with either. He just wants to keep an eye on you and make sure you sleep well, even if it means he won't be able to sleep all night.

He won't tell anyone about what happened or what you said to him, even if you give him permission. What happens between you stays between you. Unless one of the other members unintentionally says something that makes you feel bad, he'll tell them so they'll be more careful.

He knows that moods don't change overnight, so he'll stay close to you for the next few days to see how you're feeling.

[theundercoversquid]

Lazy mornings

Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x reader

Summary: Waking up with your lover

Warnings: Soft morning fluff

Masterlist

You woke to the feeling of soft sunlight and even softer fingertips waltzing across your skin. A gentle invite for you to join them. Instead, you chose to ignore the invite. Burrowing yourself even more into your lover.

You felt as his chest gently vibrated below you. Laughing at your attempt to burrow into him and use him as a cocoon. He gently applied more pressure with his fingers tips.

"You need to wake up, love." Lewis gently told you. Coaxing you out of sleep.

"I don't want to," you told Lewis. Or at least you tried to. It came out more of an unintelligible groan.

Lewis just laughed again. Gently trying to detach himself from under you.

"No," you complained, tightening your grip on him to stop him from going anywhere.

"I need to get up, love," Lewis told you. Smiling down at your sleep laden form.

"But you are warm." You groaned.

"If you let me go, I will make you breakfast." Lewis proposed.

"Fine," you conceded. Rolling of him and instead moving too cuddle Roscoe.

You felt yourself continue to doze as Lewis prepared his side of your deal. A deal that the two of you struck almost every morning.

When Lewis finally returns you were more ready to face the morning. And managed to drag yourself out of bed and into the balcony where Lewis had set out breakfast.

Roscoe followed behind with Lewis setting some food down for the dog. And so you got to sit under in the beautiful Monoco sun with two of the loves of your life.

[pompompourrite]

VERSO X PLUS SIZE READER HEADCANONS !!

pairing: painted!verso x gn!reader.

contents: fluff, mention of reader's body and their insecurities

a/n: for the plus size kings/queens!

He's the type of man who doesn't care what people look like, for him it's the personality that matters and whether he feels comfortable in your company.

I mean, look at his best friends.

I assure you, your curves are the least of his worries.

In fact, I'd say he likes all body types but has a soft spot for the plus size/chubby bodies.

Because he loves to cuddle, and the softness of your body makes cuddling even better.

You can't argue with me about it, I'm closed to conversation.

You're much better than any pillow, sleeping with his head resting on your chest just makes for a better night's slees.

And when he wants to take a little nap, he'll use your tummy or thighs as a pillow.

He'll support you whatever you do. Do you want to lose weight? He'll help you if you need it. Want to stay as you are? He certainly won't complain.

He's a strong man and he'll want that information to stick in your head.

If he wants to carry you and you say "I'm too heavy", he'll look at you with an expression that's both confused and hurt.

What do you mean you don't think he's strong enough to carry you?

It'll sting his ego but he'll pretend it didn't affect him.

He'll prove to you that he's stronger than he looks, all those years of immortality walking and fighting nevrons will finally do him some good.

And even if he's not strong enough to carry you, he'll train even harder until he can.

Like that's his new ultimate goal.

I know that some people are uncomfortable or ashamed to eat in front of people because they're afraid of getting fat-phobic comments.

But you're not ashamed to eat in front of him.

Hell, he'll even happily watch you eat the food in your plate.

He'll ask you what your favourite dishes are so he can cook them for you.

What if he can't cook? He'll learn just for you.

If you're too shy or insecure to show him your body or undress in front of him, trust me, he'll be able to find the right words to put you at ease.

But know that he won't judge you.

Do you simply blush when you feel him looking at you too intensely?

Prepare to turn into a tomato because he's ready to shower you with compliments.

"The ancient Greeks would have gone to war for someone like you", "Aphrodite would be jealous of you" type of man.

If you have a complex about one or more parts of your body, your stomach, your hips, your arms, your thighs... Count on him to cover your skin with kisses until it becomes your favourite part of your body.

He doesn't care if he has to reassure you constantly, he'll do it until you accept and love yourself as you are.

He wants you to see yourself as the most beautiful person he sees.

If he could, he'd give you his eyes so you could see how he sees you.

He'd 100% write a poem about you to make you feel better.

You can wear anything, from a loose comfortable outfit to a skin-tight one that leaves nothing to the imagination that it would be like "Woah..."

The first time he saw you in a swimsuit, he was a blushing mess, internally screaming.

Monoco has already complimented you in front of him just to piss him off.

And it worked.

When he has time, he even makes little sketches of you, whether you're sleeping, sitting and chatting with the other members of the expedition, training, etc...

He has a whole notebook full of little sketches of you in all your glory.

If you don't have any complexes about your body, if you like yourself as you are, he'll be very proud of you and he'll encourage you to keep this mentality.

But he will still be there when you have moments of self-doubt or low self-esteem.

He wants you to love your body as much as he does.

[theundercoversquid]

Monegasque Sunsets

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader

Request: can i request where charles is asking you to spend a day with him in monaco for the first after several dates, from sailing together in his yacht to running around the city together until sunset he asked you to be his girlfriend please love

Warnings: Fluff!

Masterlist

You and Charles were in that nebulas 'talking phase'. You had been on a few dates, and you knew that you wanted to date him. You just weren't sure if you knew what he wanted. And that was the bit that was killing you.

But when he invited you to come and join him for the weekend in Monoco, you were hopeful. You knew that him asking you to his home country meant that it was going one of two ways. He was being courteous and was about to break up with you. Something you didn't want to think about. Or he was about to ask you to be his girlfriend. And you sincerely hoped that it would be the latter of the two options.

When you arrived in Monaco, he was already waiting for you. You rushed towards him as he wrapped you up in a hug. He then took your suitcase from you as you kept your backpack. Charles leads you out of the airport and straight to his Ferrari. Loading your bags into the back. You then walked to the passenger seat. Charles beats you to it as he grabs the door, holding it open for you. Grinning at him, you hopped in. Charles leant down to place a kiss on your head before closing the door. He then jogged around to the driver's seat. Clambering in, he grinned at the smile on your face.

You, on the other hand, were relieved. Charles definitely wasn't acting like a man about to break up with you. So he either was planning on asking you out, or this was a really extravagant date.

As Charles started up the car, he made sure to rev it. Grinning at your excited sequel. Driving you back from the airport, Charles took the most scenic route. Enjoying the happy look on your face as you looked at all that was going on around you.

When you finally arrived at your destination, Charles helped you unload. Carrying your bags into his home. And when you were comfortable and had freshened up, Charles offered to take you out to finally have dinner. Despite having lunch on the plane, you were hungry. So you gratefully took him up on his suggestion.

Charles grabbed your hand, guiding you off, out onto the street. Following him, you let him lead you down the streets of Montecarlo. You didn't know where you were or where you were going. You just chatted about anything and everything. Falling into a comfortable repertoire as you enjoyed his company. 

When you arrived at the restaurant, Charles flashed a charming smile at the concierge as he explained that he had booked a table.

The concierge nodded before leading the two of you off to a secluded corner. Charles carefully came around and pulled your chair out for you. Letting you sit as he tucked you back in.

Smiling at him, you watched as he returned to his side of the table. Before grabbing your hand again as you held hands across the table.

The two of you stayed like that for the whole meal. Charles only let go of your hand when your food arrived. And even then, the moment you had finished eating, he automatically reached out for your hand again.

And the whole walk back, he kept ahold of your hand. As he pointed out the sights of Monaco to you as he told you the little stories behind them.

The following day when you woke up, you were greeted by a beaming Charles making breakfast. Happily cooking away as he hummed along to the song that was playing. He looked so domestic in the kitchen. When he saw you enter, he beamed at you. Walking towards him, you let him pull you into a hug as he kissed your head.

When the song changed to another, Charles face lit up more, if that was possible, as he started to serenade you. Dancing you around the kitchen. Grinning at him, you went along with it as you wondered how you had gotten so lucky.

When the song ended, Charles directed you to take a seat. Not much later, he joined you. Placing a plate in front of you, Charles gave you a sheepish smile. Looking down, you sat that he had made you pancakes. And that yours were all wobbly hearts. And you felt your own heart swell at the sight. Leaning into Charles, you pecked his cheek. Wordless telling him how cute you thought it was.

Then when you had finished the pancakes and Charles had put the plates in the dishwasher, he told you what you needed to pack for the day. A list of the things you would need for swimming and a warm change of clothes.

When you had packed them all into a day bag, you followed him out. Charles had his own day back as he used his other hand you grab yours as he led you off to your next destination. Following him, you wondered what body of water he was taking you to as you followed him around the winding streets of Monaco. Talking about anything and everything that crossed your mind.

As you approached the harbour, you were surprised as he took you out jetty. Following him, you let him lead you out to a yacht. Stopping in front of one boat in particular, you spotted the name 'Monza' on the back. Charles immediately, without hesitation, bounded on before reaching a hand out to you to offer you up to join him. Tentatively placing your hand in his, you let him help you up onto the yacht. From there, he directed you to one of the sofas with a perfect view of the wheel and the surrounding beauty. Plopping you down, he directed you to wait as he disappeared off again. 

When he repaired moments later, he placed a kiss on your forehead, an excited grin on his face. Moving to the helm of the yacht, Charles started it up. Smoothly driving out of the harbour, you admired the sights of Monaco as you sailed past them. It was so amazing to get to see the beautiful city from a completely different view.

Grinning down at you, Charles winked as he carried on sterling the boat. And boy, did you have the best seat in the house. You got to watch the concentration on his beautiful face as he carefully manoeuvred the boat. But it was all to the background of the beautiful ocean all around you. 

Charles carried on selling for a while. As soon as he was out of the harbour, he paid more attention to you. You weren't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing, though. Good because you got his attention. But bad because you didn't get to watch his beautiful concentrated side profile. But he told you all about the boat and the water around you as you listened intently.

When he found somewhere he was satisfied with, he suddenly disappeared again. Repairing not much later. The only suspicious thing was that he was now missing his top as he stood in front of you only in his swimming trunks.

"Fany a dip, mon amour?" Charles proffered, grinning at you.

Nodding your own head, you pulled your shift straight over your head. Much to Charles apparent surprise. Winking at him, you then pulled down your shorts. Accepting you in your swim where

Somehow your boldness, undress and comfort with the man in front of you had left him surprised. Charles seemed to have paused for a second as he seemed to process. His brain lagged behind as it desperately tried to catch up again.

Giggling, you carefully reach out for his hand. Grabbing it, you gave it a gentle squeeze. Which seemed to do the trick as suddenly Charles appeared to come to life again in front of your eyes. The one problem was that he was now looking absolutely ashamed of his reaction.

"Let's go swimming," you suggested. Coaxing him towards the water.

"Yes, let's." Charles nodded frantically as you gently pulled him towards the water.

The two of you clambered in, and you immediately splashed water on Charles, initiating a full out water war. The two of you half trying to drown the others as you goofed off.

When your fingers were starting to turn into prunes, Charles suggested that you get back onto the boat. Agreeing with him, you allowed him to help you up. Disappearing for a few moments, Charles went to get some towels. Though he also returned with a wicker picnic basket. Presenting it to you, Charles smiled sheepishly again about the fact that he had packed a picnic. Once again, you thought that he was the cutest man on earth as you leaned in to kiss his cheek. Grabbing the basket, you opened it to start looking at what he had packed.

And you completely missed the look of dazed adoration on his face as he flushed bright red. A hand coming up to where you had kissed him.

The two of you happily ate your lunch together as you carried on talking. Somehow despite being for so long already, you still had so much to talk about.

The two of you spent the rest of the day together. You were still out there as the sun started to set. But the closer towards the horizon it appeared to sink, the more nervous Charles seemed to get. And the more nervous than he was, the more nervous than you were.

As the sun lit up in all the colours bathing everything in gold, Charles tentatively took your hands. Drawing your focus from the sky to him, you marvel at how beautiful he looked. He looked like a god carved from pure gold before life was blown into him.

"I have a question," Charles stated.

Nodding nervously, you beckoned for him to go on.

Taking a deep breath, Charles seemed to be preparing for the worst.

"Will you be my girlfriend?" Charles asked you. Rushing the words out as he snapped his eyes closed. Looking as if he could see the wall approaching, all he could do was brace for impact.

On the other hand, you had frozen much as Charles had earlier. You were frozen as your brain desperately tried to catch up and process what had just happened.

Charles tentatively opened his eyes to look at you.

When you finally looked into his eyes, your brain came screaming back into focus. He seemed so concerned and crestfallen. As if your silence was your rejection.

Frantically nodding your head, you managed to gasp out a strangles "yes." before throwing yourself. You launched across at him as you wrapped your arms around him and pulled him in for a searing kiss. A kiss that he replied with equal fervour too.

And as the sun lit up the sky in a hundred million different colours, you and Charles embraced as lovers.