#ch: laurent

[stclenmomentswrites]

he rolled his eyes at her,"trust that i know that of you already, soleil." there had been a time those threats had worked on him, many years ago. now, both adults, he found himself slightly curious to see what lines she would try to cross. "is it so hard to be near the poor? your dear followers would be heartbroken." his hand paused on its ascent, cup handing in midair as he looked at her. "that was dark. what other body parts do i need to fear for near you?"

" DON'T MAKE ME GET even worse. i'm more than willing to test your limits and find new lines. " the threat is almost comical paired with the softness of her voice. and even though she was sitting her pestering and prodding at him, soleil was still genuine in her offer of helping him if needed. her aunt taught her to not give handouts so willingly, but for laurent? there was a lot she'd do for him. not that she'd openly tell him that. " then stop complaining. you're making yourself sound poor. " soleil scoffs, squinting to the man next to her. " pigeons have talons and beaks, laur. i get your eyes and it's all over for you. "

[laurentlynx]

all my words laurent broke my fucking heart.

[wizardofarles]

*writing the most traumatized character in existence* you know what he needs? more trauma

[lucky-clover-gazette]

my first attempt at lamen, albeit in a college au! it feels wrong to use any dialogue tag other than "said" in a cs pacat fanwork. i'm not going to jump fully into this fic until i've finished my re-read, but it is fun to at least attempt a small interaction. i'm used to extrapolating from under-written characters for fic, but this is like the opposite. these characters are written so thoughtfully and i'd like to get it right.

[pourcap]

can you believe i am FINALLY getting around to reading chapter 14 of kings rising 😭😭😭😭

[glorysings]

@fatalswans - ft. mikaela and laurent

"you've gotta be fucking kidding me." it's one thing to suspect laurent of cheating on her with other skanks behind her back. it's a whole other, to find one literally blowing up his phone at 2AM while they're both trying to sleep. suddenly, mikaela regrets ever coming over to his place in the first place. if the roles were reversed, laurent would've lost his damn mind. guess, it was mickey's turn as she cracked him once, really hard on the nose with the blunt end of his cellphone. if she broke it then, so be it. it would be well deserved. "wake up, you pig. who’s melanie?"

[abvlons]

Laurent Alain De Chevalier

“I'm too much a slave to my own obsessions, lusts and vices.”

psd by <3

[seasxltkisses]

Seeing The Storms Eye in the aftermath of the chaos had been enough to turn Celias stomach. She needed a distraction. She needed something to stop her dwelling. The temptation to dance among the wreckage of the other ships was almost too much for Celia. The joy she could potentially take from the destruction of some of the others was enough to take her to them.

She was quiet as a mouse as she stepped aboard The Widows Wake. She had no idea if there was someone aboard already but she was certainly intrigued to see what was left of the place.

As she travelled deeper into the ship, she heard Laurent before she saw him. For a moment, Celia thought about turning to leave. Though she was intrigued to see the other - to see how he might have been left after everything that had happened.

Celia smirked a little as Laurent turned to her, "And here I thought you'd be thrilled about all of this destruction." She spoke, sarcastically. She rolled her eyes. "Your mood doesn't scare me." She lifted her chin then and glanced to the barrel of the gun, "So are you going to move this thing from my face?"

Location: The ruined Captains quarters aboard the Widows wake. Open to all!

He stands helpless in the middle of the chambers he had been cultivating for years. He looks about as wretched as he feels and it's strangely cold in here when the whole room is cast in shadow and there's no fire burning like a star in the far corner. The windows had been blown inward by...whatever had done all of this damage, and as he wandered further into the abyss of his rooms, glass crunched like new snow under his boots.

Everything was a mess. His desk destroyed, papers water logged and unsalvageable. The first thing he had done when he had arrived was check his lock boxes, the ones that hadn't been literally nailed to the floor, had been taken. Gold and jewels and pearls and bonds...all of it gone.

Laurent glances at the tipped over dress mannequin sans his peacock feathered hat and cream silk dress coat, and frowns. He can't bring himself to do much else other than that. He wants to start screaming and never stop but he finds he doesn't quite have the energy. He wants to lay down and sleep. He wants to lay down and die.

He crouches down by a scattering of sopping wet papers, lifting them up for inspection and deeming them all worthless in the end. He's still down there when he space beyond the door creaks but his reflex's are sharp and he's feeling extra murderous at the moment. Laurent rounds on them, rising to his feet in half a moments notice, snarling as he rips his pistol free from his gun belt. He cocks the hammer and his aim is true as he stares at them down the pretty gold barrel of his short musket.

"-best not to linger." he says coolly. "I'm in no mood for company today." A smirk then, still ever the cad "-even if they're as pretty as you."

[del-likes-writing]

Fools On Parade

Jean Kirstein x reader + mildly cannon compliant + 1k words

The daughter of a powerful nobleman and a brave soldier return to each other time and time again.

Forbidden romance + no use of y/n + no smut + princess x knight if you squint

Ch. 1 ♥*♡∞:｡.｡ ‘Not Enough to Stop’｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

The wind carried the cool summer night air through the open lounge window, making the curtains dance softly and sending a chill through your body. Pulling the blanket wrapped around you tighter, you remain at the windowsill, waiting. 

Not desperately- you weren't waiting in vain, but still sunset had come and gone and there you were idly, still; watching for a sign of your patron in the empty grounds of the Laurent estate.

Inside, the halls are silent. Gilded, polished, and completely still. You think, morbidly, that it resembles a mausoleum- built to host decadent parties and vapid nobles: showy grandeur with no substance except the shallow social alliances so easily forged and broken. How fickle. You’ve gotten used to it— learned to treat it like a stage. By now you knew your part well: the beautifully dressed, dutiful daughter of a high ranking MP. A diplomatic pawn pretty enough to be noticed by the spoiled officials and noblemen; charming enough to be remembered; sweet enough to be non-threatening.

Moments like these- real moments you treasured. 

And yet, the knock at the door interrupting the silence isn't unwanted.  

Rising from your post by the window, you grin.

You open the door and as expected are face to face with Jean Kirstein—hood up, brow furrowed, dirt still clinging to the cuff of his jacket.

“You came here right after today’s expedition?” you ask, tilting your head like you don’t already know the answer.

Jean sighed. “Don’t think it was a deliberate choice, it was that, or being even more late- there were complications.”

“Another ship from Marley? And here I thought you were just desperate to see me.”

He let out a quiet, knowing huff. “You’re impossible.”

“Yet here you are.”

You step back. Wordlessly, he enters.

—

The estate’s guest salon was rarely used. Too intimate and private for Lord Lauret’s tastes. Which made it perfect for this private meeting in his own home.

You hand Jean a cloth, he takes it and scrubs at the side of his jaw absently, watching from the corner of his eye as you light a lamp.

“I saw you at the last capital debrief” you start, settling onto the couch with deliberate elegance. “From across the room you looked well for someone on the front lines.”

Jean dropped into the chair opposite her, rolling his neck. “If you can call it that, it's not really a fair fight for the Marleyan ships when we have a titan ambush them.”

“I know you saw me too,” you say, voice light, but gaze steady. “I was hoping to catch you alone, but that proved difficult as always.”

“Forgive me for not making myself available to you, but I didn’t think you would appreciate the suspicion from being seen publicly.”

A grim smile crosses your face, “No, you were right, but it would’ve been nice.” 

You’d been playing this game for a little over a year now. Begging your father to take you with him on his visits to the Survey Corp headquarters; stealing glances from across meeting rooms; conversations disguised as polite exchanges—offering directions neither of you needed, lingering under flimsy excuses, hearts fluttering with the thrill of the quiet rebellion. You could afford to be more obvious back then. Back when all of paradis was hopeful with the eradication of the titans and too busy worrying about the threatening outside world to notice two lovesick teenagers. 

Now, things were different.

Now, Jean was... what was he now? A leader. A soldier. A man who had seen too many people die to believe in luxuries like timing or safety.

And you? You, the well-dressed daughter of a military official—valuable enough to protect, watched too closely to love freely.

Still, he was here. Dust and all. 

The light of the lamp cast a shadow on his face, making him look somehow more intimidating, a strange contrast to his boyish awkwardly long hair. 

“You look tired,” you say softly. What you mean is: are you tired of this?

He didn’t respond right away.

Meeting your eyes cautiously, “I am, but I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want to be” he muttered.

“Then how come you pretend you don’t?”

You rise slowly. Crossing the distance between the two of you, fingers brushing his hand before sitting on the armrest of his chair. Jean didn’t move.

“Don’t—”

“You kissed me last time,” you say, smiling slyly. “Don’t act shy now.”

“I’m not shy,” he grumbles, clearly flustered. “I’m serious. If someone saw me—”

“Hitch let you in and no one else knows you’re here,” you reassure sweetly. “Times like these are so rare, it’s best to take advantage.”

He turns, your faces inches apart and his conviction slipping.

“I know that… better than most,” his face slightly flushed.

His eyebrows are raised and eyes intense, giving you a full view of the conflict going on within his own head.

You tilt your head, affectionately studying his expression and bringing up a hand to cup his face.

He places his hand over yours, meeting your eyes.

“Come on,” you pull back to stand up, “I’ll make sure the guards are gone-”

He kisses you then.

It’s messy and awkward- unplanned and real. You return the kiss, arms wrapping around his neck and pulling you closer.

He pulls back. 

“We’re going to get caught someday,” he whispered.

“I don’t care, do you?”

“Not enough to stop.”

♥*♡∞:｡.｡ End Ch. 1｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

[pianocat939]

…

(I ended up studying for like 5 hours today on foreign language idk why, but yeah- I’ll try to get a request done. And start on Ch. 1 of monster series)

I make way too many alternates but…

Just listen.

Mean girl Donnie.

Tw: implied/explicit threatening, implied bribery maybe?, very disorganized thoughts, blackmailing, controlling behaviour, degradation, please read with caution just cuz’ the relationship is pretty toxic…in a controlling way

Like not the popularized, blonde and have a group kind of mean girl-

I mean like…

Super smart and super rich Mean girl Donnie.

He’s on the way to valedictorian, (and will be). He has a lot of power within the school, whether it’s being leader of multiple clubs or a student president.

He’s super fucking rich. (Somehow…) He’s wearing Dior, Prada, Saint Laurent, Swarovski, Burberry- Anything you can imagine of luxury.

He never looks bad. Ever. He’s always looking perfect. He could be wearing a really dashing purple suit and loafers one day. And another day be wearing hot pink and white sweater and skirt- like he wears all kinds of clothes. But he never looks bad.

He doesn’t have a minion group. He solely believes in his independence. [His brothers…he doesn’t put much notice on them, he’s a more notable being]

Let’s say MC is like. Just there. Not unpopular or popular…just there.

Their life is pretty mundane until they accidentally bump into Donnie while he was fixing his- idk lipstick or eyebrows- causing it to go wild on his face.

He’s immediately offended, confronting them why they have the audacity to ruin his perfect makeup/brows.

[his appearance (feminine or masculine) changes every day so either situation works]

MC ends up getting a life of hell from then on.

Wether they’re accused by teachers for no reason, or wondering why their friends or more on edge when talking to them. Their school life isn’t exactly hell…but isn’t great either.

At some point, they can’t tolerate it and ask Donnie what he did. Only to end up unraveling a horror story of a dictator.

He’s blackmailing them, threatening that he’ll expose it to everyone, and anything. (MC didn’t even do such a thing, he just managed to fake it).

Poor MC can’t help but accept his deal by being his “minion” for the next month.

In the morning, MC has to basically chauffeur Donnie to school, in a flashy ass Bugatti.

They have to carry all his stuff, and follow him around. They can’t go through their normal schedule, they have to follow his.

They have to participate at all his extracurricular events, meetings, whatever.

.

.

.

Until a few weeks later, the things they have to do change.

They have to wear the clothes he’s picked out for them on whatever day. [it’s always matching in colour or style with his]

They have to call him any form of endearments he wants. And gets pissed if they don’t.

[Now I know he isn’t for physical touch, but for the sake of the alternate bear with me]

On days he wears lipstick, he covers them in kisses on their face, staining their cheeks all over. And they can’t take it off, because of his annoyance. So the entire school knows.

They have to follow EXACTLY the same schedule as him, even outside of school. Like…maybe not doing the exact same thing, but waking up, sleeping, and all like the daily things have to be aligned with his.

They have to call him every night and talk with him…keep him company. (Which MC soon realizes Donnie actually thinks of MC as a significant other, just in a controlling way.) He gets quite lovey-dovey during the midnight calls.

“MC…you’re the only person I like touching at all~ I mean…you look so stupid walking around covered in my lipstick stains hihi~…”

They sleep over at his house every weekend- they’re just basically incorporated into his life.

…

By the end of the month, the entire school just considers MC as Donnie’s lover…and MC can’t deny the title no matter what. The school believes Donnie more than MC.

——————————————————

(This brain rot turned out a lot longer than I thought oops-)

You know, we got rich mean girl Donnie,

How about Dumb Pink Squad Leo? Like, the actual stereotypical mean girls.

- Celina

(I need help from my thoughts lmao)

[lalathemediterraneanmermaid]

What do ikeprince suitors smell like? Pt.2

Hi my beautiful Belles, it's such an honor to present you with part 2 of "What do ikeprince suitors smell like? I absolutely loved and had so much fun doing the first part. So here is the promised second part, where we will discover the perfumes that the princes from Rhodolite are most likely to wear. This is not entirely accurate - it's only based on their routes information and the vibe each boy gives me.

Jin Grandet

The big bro, seductive womanizer and alcohol lover definitely smells like seduction and playfulness with a mature vibe. I'm sensing some kind of citrusy freshness along with some spices on top of a woody warm bed.

Notes: bergamot, galbanum, tangerine, liqueur, pink pepper, ho leaf, amber, rosewood and oakmoss.

Perfumes he might like:

Sauvage - Dior (Basic, but it still works)

Cuirs - Carner Barcelona

Grand Soir - Maison Francis Kurkdjian (sometimes he takes this one from Nokto's perfume collection).

CH Men Prive - Carolina Herrera - His favourite, probably layered with "Grand Soir" for special occasions.

Stronger With You Intensely - Giorgio Armani

Chevalier Michel

King Highness, my man, your man, nation's man, world's man. It is said in his route that he showers a lot. It is also said by Belle that Chev smells like vetiver and winter. So I'm getting fresh clean boy vibes from our pookie man. He may also be a huge Byredo boy.

Notes: vetiver, green apple, wintergreen, sweet orange, white rose, white lily, jasmine, gardenia, ylang-ylang, sage and soap.

Perfumes he might like:

Sycomore - Chanel

Grey Vetiver - Tom Ford

Philosykos - Diptyque

Aqua Universalis - Maison Francis Kurkdjian - His favourite

Blanche - Byredo - His second favourite

Bal d'Afrique - Byredo

Mister Marvelous - Byredo

Clavis Lelouch

The Hellcat Troublemaker charming gentleman probably smells like sweat, chaos, trouble, chemicals and gunpowder, but let's pretend he doesn't. This mf brings joy and happiness to everyone's lives. He's the life of the party. We've all been charmed by him at any point in the series, don't you dare denying it. Yes, he is traumatized, but so are we. He is dazzling and fresh like a summer breeze, sweet and funny like an ice cream.

Notes: mandarin, lemon, sea salt, jasmine, rose, muguet, heliotrope, musk, vanilla, coconut and aromatic herbs.

Perfumes he might like:

Bleu de Chanel - Chanel (courtesy of Keith)

Aqua Allegoria Bergamote Calabria - Guerlain - His favourite (layered with "Pulp" to add playfulness).

Blu Mediterraneo: Fico di Amalfi - Acqua di Parma

Pulp - Byredo - His other favourite, he loves this one because he stole it from Chevalier's Byredo collection.

Allure Homme Sport - Chanel (this one is the one he uses while pranking people, just because the word "sport" in the perfume's name.)

Leon Dompteur

The gold digger girl dinner love of my life. He is a true gentleman, he treats you right, it's the princess treatment for me girl. He is classy, sweet, thoughtful, a liar friendly, masculine (in the best way possible) and sensitive. Roses seem to bloom whenever he smiles. A provider. Husband material. He gifts you PLUSHIES, how cute is that? Love him.

Notes: lavender, linalool, bergamot, roses, cinnamon, anise, clove, thyme, jasmine and cedarwood.

Perfumes he might like:

Fahrenheit - Dior - His favourite for high events

Y Eau de Parfum - Yves Saint Laurent

Rive Gauche pour Homme - Yves Saint Laurent - His favourite

Black Saffron - Byredo

L'Homme Ideal Sport - Guerlain

Blenheim Bouquet - Penhaligon's

Green Irish Tweed - Creed - His second favourite (layered "Black Saffron").

Yves Kloss

The Barbie Haughty Kitty. He definitely smells like flowers, especially roses, and something really sweet, gourmand with a soft clean base.

Notes: apple, peony, rose, apricot, jasmine, iris, musk, vanilla, praline, sugar, strawberry and peach.

Perfumes he might like:

Peony & Blush Suede - Jo Malone London

White Suede - Tom Ford

Eau Rose - Diptyque

Chanel Chance Eau Tendre

Love in White - Creed

The Favourite - Penhaligon's - His favourite

Bianco Latte - Giardini Di Toscana (layered with "Eau Rose") - His favourite combination (he uses this one to go see you Belle).

Licht Klein

The lone wolf, our cutie pie, Yves's baby. I feel like he smells like fresh rain on top of a sweet and clean base with some spices added.

Notes: orange, wintergreen, rain, mint, green apple, white lily, sweet pea, orchid, vanilla and sandalwood.

Perfumes he might like:

Silver Mountain Water - Creed

Acqua di Giò Profumo - Giorgio Armani

Royal Water - Creed - His favourite

Celeste - Giardini Di Toscana

Millésime Impérial - Creed (Silvio's gift).

Nokto Klein

Our frivolous womanizer, the slay and cunning fox, my baby. Chev's personal clown. He LOVES perfumes - Silvio and he are in some kind of competition about who has more perfumes. He is the layering king, not just because his perfume gets mixed with other girls' scents, but because he knows what he is doing. In literally everyone's routes, it's said that our silly boy who just wants to be loved and understood smells like a red flag "late night trysts", but what exactly that smells like?

Notes: Freesia, white rose, ylang-ylang, orange blossom, cinnamon, musk, sandalwood, heliotrope, queen of the night, vanilla and jasmine.

Perfumes he might like:

L'Homme Ideal - Guerlain

Noir - Tom Ford

Black Orchid - Tom Ford

Do Son - Diptyque

Flowerhead - Byredo

Luna - Penhaligon's

Grand Soir - Maison Francis Kurkdjian

Roses Musk - Montale

Intense Café - Montale

Reflection Man - Amouage (matching with Azel)

Royal Mayfair - Creed

Borabora - Giardini Di Toscana - His favourite

Blu Mare - Giardini Di Toscana (Silvio's gift)

Luke Randolph

Our own big (enormous) Winnie the Pooh. The Honey Lover. The Nap Lover. He is sweet, lovable and caring, the perfect brother you will never have. He will do anything to help you and to make you happy. He doesn't really care that much about his appearance, so the majority of his perfumes are gifted.

Notes: Honey, vanilla, herbs, honeysuckle, violet leaf, white musk and amber.

Perfumes he might like:

Mojave Ghost - Byredo (Clavis's gift, stolen fom Chev's perfume collection)

Oajan - Parfums de Marly (Jin's gift)

Chergui - Serge Lutens (Sariel's gift)

Honey Aoud - Montale - His favourite

And this is the end. Hope you enjoyed this silly little simulation, because I did. I had so much fun, especially with ma' boy Clavis.

This may not be the end of this series, next I'm planning to do the same dynamics (scents and perfumes) with our evil boys from Ikemen Villains. But if you have any suggestions let me know!!!

Kisses my beautiful little bunnies. xoxo.

[haesunflower]

the soulmates unfortunately series (zb1) [preview]

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ABOUT. here's the thing about soulmates, once you meet the one that is meant for you, you start to age. the biological clock starts to tick, and you are no longer the fresh faced 20 year old. years go by, and next thing you know it, you've grown old and wrinkly – right next to the love of your life. but here's the thing about y/n, she hated that.

y/n has had many soulmates in her lifetime, 4 of which had made a significant impact on her life. namely, her first husband, kim jiwoong. the man that she had a daughter with, zhang hao. the husband that raised her daughter, sung hanbin. and finally, ricky shen. (un)fortunately for her, her soulmates keep dying.

genre: romance with adult themes warnings: mentions of death, blood, character death, killers, cursing, etc. contains adult themes. each chapter will have specified warnings. note: yujin is not in this series as he is not 18 yet.

CHAPTERS

chapter zero: the first few soulmates

chapter one: the man she first married, kim jiwoong

chapter two: the man she had a daughter with, zhang hao

chapter three: the man that raised her daughter, sung hanbin

chapter four: unfortunately, ricky shen

chapter five: the finale

PREVIEW OF CH ZERO. (below the cut)

“Got anything that’ll get me drunk in the next ten minutes?” 

You plopped down on the bar stool, haphazardly placing your purse next to you. The bartender is eyeing you strangely, as if in disbelief that you’re even inside their hole in the wall establishment. 

You sigh and pull out your identification card, a laminated piece of junk that tells you how old you really are. Scratch that, how old you are meant to be. He picks up the card and raises it up next to your face, comparing the woman in the picture to the you that sits in front of him. It reminds you that you need to get it renewed…again. After all, the last time you updated your photo was sometime in the 80s, reflecting a version of you with big hair and large colorful earrings. You don’t blame him for wanting to double check, contrasting the all-black ensemble you currently sport. 

“Listen pal, I just buried my daughter today. I would appreciate it if you could get on with it”. You might not blame him, but you are impatient. 

He slides your ID card back and pours you a whiskey on the rocks. “Sorry for your loss ma’am” he solemnly extends his condolences as he places your drink in front of you. You pick it up, raising it and nodding a “thank you” before taking a large gulp. It burns. 

You outlived your daughter. And you wonder if you’ve been going about life in all the wrong ways.

Atop the alcohol display at the bar is a small TV, flashing a report about a young woman named Somi who was murdered and found dead at her home – leaving her husband a widower. The news station flashed a photo of the blonde couple, sharing that they had just gotten married a week ago. She was beautiful. A shame. 

At that moment, a tall man enters the bar and decides to take a seat next to you. Other than the fact that he too, is dressed in all black – you feel a deeper sense of similarity. Like kindred spirits, you recognize broken souls like yours. You order two more rounds of the whiskey the bartender gave you. 

“I heard about your late wife in the news, I’m sorry for your loss.” You feign sympathy and slide the glass to the man next to you. 

He looks taken aback at first, but accepts your offer. Now facing you, he raises his drink to you. You do the same.

He’s strikingly handsome, with platinum hair and dark eyebrows. You also don’t miss that he’s dressed in Yves Saint Laurent from head to toe. He takes a peek at your ID card still laying on the table, making sure to catch your name. 

“Next one’s on me, Y/N” he says, taking another swig at his whiskey, finishing his glass. He calls on the bartender, and buys an entire bottle for the two of you. The bartender returns his credit card, with the name ‘Shen Quanrui’ engraved. 

“Thank you Quanrui, that’s very generous of you.” 

He puts on a small smile, almost no one calls him by his legal name. “You can call me Ricky” he says as he pours into your glass. 

“Alright Ricky. Here’s to life.” you raise up. It feels inappropriate to be clinking glasses on the day you buried your daughter, but you figured you could make an exemption. Ricky too, seemed to be going through the same thing with his late wife. 

“To life.” he responds, tapping his glass against yours. 

Just two broken souls who had lost someone important in their lives, drinking to fill the hollowness. You almost don’t feel the familiar bloom in your chest, tugging at your entire being like a magnet trying to find its other half. And if you do feel it, you pretend it’s the whiskey burning its place in your heart. 

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[marzipanthots]

Happy 1 year anniversary since I read Capri and started drawing them!!

I havent experience such a great book that really inspired me to draw since captive Prince, although it’s no secret right now I’m hyper fixating on the dark rise series. I’m still eternally grateful for captive Prince, as it got me into the Pacat universe heheeee and inspired me to just start posting my art on Tumblr, which I would never think in 1 million years that people would enjoy my art!! (I am a very self-conscious person sometimes but I just really wanted to post and draw Laurent and damen)

And I read this book series when I was very sad and lonely and suffering from my illness, but this book brought me some comfort😌🥹💕, I consider dark risee series to be my true love,

but captive prince will always be my first love in book form  and very special in my heart, 💕💕 - adventures from Charles ch 🌚🥹

[wizardofarles]

at long last ... lykmc ch16 is here!

[luvly-writer]

XOXO 💋

Ch. 2: She is as beautiful as she is poisonous

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Tim Drake x reader

Fic + Social Media Au

Warnings: Blackmail, she’s a bitch a first, get to know her

Series: Ongoing

Author’s note: Enjoy! Feel free to leave feedback! It is always appreciated <3

Taglist: Let me know if you’d like to be added to the taglist!

Masterlist:

How difficult Christmas time must be for all of those on the Upper East Side?

"Honestly, Tini, what do you get a woman who practically owns everything? I swear I have no idea what to get my mother for Christmas!" Y/n spoke on the phone as she carried quite a few bags in her arms. Dior, Channel, Yves Saint Laurent, if it's expensive and you can name it, it's there. "And to be even more honestly, I regret going Christmas shopping the same day Bartie is doing groceries. Seriously, I should learn to coordinate with my butler better, balancing all of this is getting preeetty difficult" she complained as she rearranged her bags again. "I didn't take the limo because I wanted some fresh air, you know how I get when it gets too stuffy" she laughed as she began to search for her purse. Because of so, she wasn't able to see the tired young man walking directly towards her. "It's silly, I know but- HEY!" and down she went with all her bags.

Tim had had a rough day. Between waking up to Dick and Jason singing Baby its cold Outside highly off-key just to piss off Bruce for making them patrol on one of the coldest nights of the year without their thermal suits; his secretary forgetting to send him a copy of the agenda for today's meeting causing him to practically have to improvise most of his points; Damian appearing on his office and refusing to leave his chair trying to establish dominance for "his future empire" to which if Tim had a say, he would absolutely not get if he kept on acting like this; and finally, with Steph who insisted they went Christmas shopping today only to ditch him and leave him stranded in the middle of the street with all of their presents with the excuse of having to repaint her closet which only translates to "I'm getting your present so bye bye". He was completely exhausted and the stitches on his shoulder were getting more painful by the hour with the cold. He had decided to get some coffee at a cafe down by Wellington Street and had been too caught on his thoughts to see where he was going.

//THUD//

"Hey!"

Tim's and Y/n's bags, both shopping and personal, simultaneously fell, getting mixed up in the way. Both reached down to catch their stuff as fast as they could.

"Sorry, I was-"

" not paying attention, yes I figured. S, I'll call you later, I have a little situation here. "

Tim was taken aback by the attitude he received from this random stranger...this totally absolutely breathtakingly gorgeous stranger who just so happens to not be a stranger at all. If all of his years being lectured about the hierarchy of the Upper East Side had served correctly, he was standing in front of one of the heiress of the city, Y/n Vanderbilt and she was the most dazzling woman he had ever seen...and just as bothered as she was gorgeous.

"Yeah" he said breathlessly, "that" Could he sound any dumber.

"Yes, That. Ugh! The ONE time I get out without Bartie and this happens. How many of these are yours?" said Y/n without looking up. She hadn't recognized him yet and he wasn't sure how to feel about that. Finally, their eyes met and she raised her delicate eyebrow at him and he swore his heart stopped for a second. "Have we met before?" she asked after taking a good look at him. He sure was handsome as hell. Pale skin, dark hair which was a little bit messy but it suited him, sharp suit and even sharper blue eyes who she swore she had seen before.

"Timothy, Timothy Drake Wayne" he replyed cooly.

"Hmm, a Wayne adoptee and a Drake socialite, Gotham Academy?"

"Yes, but I-"

"-Dropped out, yes. Yes, you did, I remember reading the news. Dropped out to become the CEO of Wayne Enterprises."

"Funny" he laughs out getting up after making sure that all of his stuff was there and then looking up at her. "Can't recognize me but seems to know all my business, miss Vanderbilt." he said snarkly.

"Important enough to know, yet simultaneously not enough to get to actually know" she said with a wolfish smile. Touche.

Y/n checked all her bags and smiled to herself. "Well then, mister Drake Wayne, lovely to meet you. Watch your step next time." She said as she looked at him dead in the eye. "Have a nice day, Timothy."

And she walked away, leaving him dumbfounded watching her go.

"Tim Tim Tim! You will not believe the boots i just got! They are sooooo comfortable and warm for night patrol. My toes were freezing last night....Tim? Hey, what's wrong? You have a dazed look in your eyes?

"I think I just met the love of my life...and shes kind of a bitch." said Tim, making Stephanie laugh and link her arms with his.

"Let's go hide these and you can tell me all about the supposed love of your life."

-•-

Y/n paced around her room trying to see where she would hide her presents. Shopping had helped distract her mind from the matter that had been plaguing her mind these last few days. Most of the bags had been cleared by now and she only had three left. As she cleared her final bag, she noticed something strange. Two files. She takes them out curious to see what these are. "Can't be part of my gifts...hmm...let's see"

She opens the first one and sees it is directed to Red Robin?

"What...?" she whispered to herself. "Ivy's exploits on the newest power plant close to Gotham Central Park make a solid case worth observation. Following up on her latest attacks with the reports of Red Hood and Black Bat, we begin suspecting where her next attack will play out....holy shit" Y/n whispered in amazement. She then looked at the rest of the file. Some red yarn here and there. A mixture of scribbles and computer manuscripts. Folded papers and a lot of red ink.

Then she looked at the next folder, a meeting agenda filled with notes directed to one Tim Drake Wayne..."wait a minute.."

These are directed to the same IP address..with the same handwriting, including the signatures...

"Tim Drake Wayne is Red Robin"Y/n smirked, "I believe I found a solution to my little problem"

Y/N went to get her cellphone quick and marked her driver's number. "Donnie, get the car ready, we have a little visit to make"

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"Where is it?" Tim searched frantically throughout his apartment. In his work bag, there were two very important files. The first being the final agenda of the meeting he had today with all of the notes he took which he needed right now in order to send it back to his secretary. If she wasn't so busy making googly eyes at him, he wouldn't have to waste time on the job and focus on the case. Speaking off, Tim decided to search for that file and found that it was also missing. "Well fuck me gently with a chainsaw, if Bruce doesn't kill me, Batman will for loosing those two things. Where are those fucking THINGS?" If his apartment was a mess before, it was even worse now.

Thankfully, fate is such a humorous thing.

//kmock, knock, knock//

Close to a breakdown out of frustration, Tim walks towards the door only to be pleasantly surprised by a face that had not left his mind.

"Miss Vanderbilt, what a lovely surprise" said Tim as he opened the door, letting the young girl walk in.

"Yes, just as lovely as this apartment. Are you always this well kept?" She responded with sass. Making Tim chuckle, "No, but i made sure to decorate it like this just in case there was a posibility of a pretty Vanderbilt showing up."

"Funny, that won't last long." She said with a tight smile. "I'm here for business."

"What ever business could you have with a Wayne? Our parents are business partners, so there is not related to networking. You have much more money than all of my family combined, so it isn't that. Status won't be either, you are practically modern day royalty. So, what could it be? What..could..it..be?" he said aproaching her. He may be lacking 48 hours worth of sleep, but the detective in him was up and on high alert. You were picking the skin around your nails and your nose had this adorable twitch that could only mean nervousnes and the look in your eye was cunning with a tinge of desesperation. What could Y/n Vanderbilt want from him?

"I need you to be my fake boyfriend."

Tim had always been proud of being observant and with that, came the ability to not be surprised yet, never in his 22 years of life did he think that he'd have Y/n Vanderbilt, THE Y/n Vanderbilt, asking him to fake date her in HIS apartment.

"What's in it for me?" he asked skeptical of the situation.

"My silence, Robin Boy" she said as she got the two files he had been frantically searching for this entire time and showed them to him. "And don't try to deny it, the handwriting is the same, I had the pleasure of taking DNA samples and they match, and have seen enough videos to be well aware that you have the same body type. Oh and worry not, only i’m aware of this information. Unlike Miss Vale, I do have various PI's on speed dial, and the weight of the Vanderbilt name, so any information out of me will be credible." She said with a pretty smile.

"Pretty, cunning, and poisounus. Who would have throught." He said, not confirming nor denying anything.

"And I am sure Daddy Brucie dearest, would just love finding out one of his little birdlings let the family secret out, wouldn’t he?" she said looking at him dead in the eye.

Tim felt his heart stop. She knew about all of them.

"You have until monday, lover boy. My phone number is written in there. Call me when you have made up your mind and if you accept, make sure you clear up your schedule cause that meeting will take a long time. Kisses" She ended as she handed the files to Tim and saw herself out.

"This is officially THE worst and simultaneously best day ever" He said as he threw himself on the couch.

[laurelinofvalinor]

Ok, here's every time Pacat writes that Laurent and Damen were gazing at each other. This is easily my favorite motif of CaPri both because it's hot as hell and because Pacat says so much by saying almost nothing at all.

Captive Prince: 0 gazings

The tension is not quite at gazing levels...

Prince's Gambit: 7 gazings

Here we gooooo

Ch 1

Right before this moment, Damen thinks "Damen felt desire come hard upon him: not wholly a desire for violence, but a desire to drive the knife into Laurent’s composure, to force him to show something other than cool indifference." oh yeah buddy?

Ch 8

Ch 9

Ch 17

Ch 19

Ch 20

Ch 21

Kings Rising: 4 gazings

Notably, there are no "they were gazing at each other" moments in KR until Laurent gets drunk and then we get the only 2x in a chapter moment. Then a break until they are truly reconciled.

Ch 9

Ch 9, again

Ch 13

Ch 18

Pasted as text until I can get the screenshot up:

‘You came,’ said Laurent.

‘You knew I would,’ said Damen.

‘If you need an army to take your capital,’ said Laurent, ‘I seem to have one.’

Damen let out a strange breath. They were gazing at each other. Laurent said, ‘After all, I owe you a fort.’

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