#congratulations lawrence! you look just like him!

[chainshippingenjoyer]

I am the shape you made me

(Filth teaches filth)

[emo-batboy]

Somewhere out there in the DC multiverse, there’s a world where Battinson’s parents didn’t die, and he became the Lance Stroll of Formula One racing. Wayne Enterprises has an F1 team, Thomas brought Bruce to races when he was young, they indulged his love of cars until he was winning kart races at 8. He BEGGED to help design the race cars, ended up making a great car, and now Wayne has turned from a midfield team to nearly top three.

You’d think everyone hates Bruce because he’s a nepo baby, but he’s just so nice and smiley (like Lance lol) that everyone loves him anyway. His dad is the team’s chairman and pretty hands-on just like Lawrence Stroll. Fans call Bruce the F1 Princess as a joke since he’s already the Prince of Gotham, but then it sticks, and now everyone makes edits of him with tiaras on every time he makes it to the podium. He doesn’t get it, but he’s not going to complain either. His fans are just silly. (He blushes so much when anyone calls him princess to his face, though. Fight me.)

Bruce still insists on everything being black because it’s his favorite color. It was already mostly black before he joined, but now it’s even blacker. His suit is all black. The car is all black. The helmet is all black. He loves it. He looks just like the dark, regal old money rich boy you’d imagine until he’s smiling and talking about racing. (Imagine a meme with two cars next to each other, one being WE’s. It says: “Bruce’s Car v. Bruce’s Personality.” The other one is covered in glitter obv.) One time, a little girl gives him a tiara that she painted black herself and asks him to wear it if he wins. (He does win. He puts it on at the podium. He’s embarrassed the entire time. The champagne rubs some of the black away. It’s a treasured memory and sits right on top in his trophy case.)

His fellow drivers call him Brucie to tease him. He’s a bit awkward during interviews, but that just makes him endearing. He’s also tall for an F1 driver (nepo baby core) so there’s always jokes about him towering over everyone. One time, he came second to Lewis Hamilton, but you could still see he was visibly standing taller on the podium, and people would not stop making jokes about it. (It was mostly his hair, but you know how Twitter is.) Speaking of hair, it will NOT stay flat. He looks insane every time he takes his helmet off. He could be sweating for hours in there but when he takes the thing off, he looks like he’s through in a tornado. (Again, memes.) He knows so much about car mechanics, even for a driver, and will regularly start talking to other drivers or the press about the tiniest of parts in the engine or break system, unaware that everyone is completely lost. (Also memes about that.)

When he’s 23, he suffers a pretty bad crash. It knocks him out for about twenty seconds, and his mom and dad are ready to pull him completely from the sport, but he refuses to stop, and despite missing a few races to recover—his dad’s still a doctor—he ends up winning the next race and gets to stay.

During his F1 career, it’s pretty much guaranteed that he’ll get fastest laps, but he only gets podium like 40–50% of the time. There’s always drama that apparently Wayne Enterprises is trying to become top three, but they insist that they’re not as competitive. They will always have respect for every team, and it shows. They never join in on protests. They always wish the other teams luck, and they genuinely congratulate the winners. Bruce is always the first to hug the winner :)

Before Bruce joined, the Wayne team was always a midfield team, and they were perfectly comfortable with it. WE had good-looking cars, they designed good-looking cars, and they sold good-looking cars, and F1 was just a way of promoting that. Thomas loved watching the races, and he was happy to see them get podium a few times per season, and that was it.

Until Bruce became their lead driver, and he wanted to really earn his seat, and he wanted to get podium, and he wanted to design a faster car, and he wanted to win, and Thomas Wayne couldn’t say no to his son, and suddenly Wayne Enterprises was inching closer and closer to the front of the grid. Now, they’re still not The Best, but they’re a team that future drivers look up to.

During a season of DTS, Bruce is 27. Netflix films the Wayne episode when there’s a fatal crash in F2, and Bruce was nearby when it happened. He ends up crying on camera for ten minutes. They had to cut almost all of it, but we get the most gut-wrenching confessional about how after he heard the news, in that moment, he didn’t want to be an F1 driver. He admits that if he hadn’t become a driver, he was going to become a doctor like his father, and he wonders if he could have saved the driver’s life if he did that instead. “What am I really doing if I can’t help others? I could have been anything…Maybe being a driver was selfish. Maybe I don’t belong on the track anymore.”

He’s visibly distraught during the moment of silence on the day of the race, but Bruce decided to continue because he wants to make the fans and spectators happy. (That’s his job, anyway. That’s what he does.) Despite getting pole position the previous day, he doesn’t get fastest lap or make it to the podium, but he still gets fourth. He has a long talk with his father away from cameras and calls his mom. The future’s uncertain for a few days until Bruce comes back to training. To finish the episode, he says he’s going to continue driving, even if he might need a bit of time to get his confidence back, and he pledges to one day make the safest F1 car ever seen. Even if it’s part of the risk of being a driver, he doesn’t want to see any more drivers losing their lives to the sport they love.

When he’s around 35 or 40, he retires from Formula One so he can inherit Wayne Enterprises, and he takes his father’s place as chairman of the team. Since he has the time now, he holds up on his promise to make an even safer car—the designs inspiring safer car designs for other teams as well—and they pick out two incredible drivers who end up finally (FINALLY) moving Wayne Enterprises into one of the top three teams. They win the world championship twice in a row before falling back a bit and only winning it every couple of years, but they’re nonetheless fierce competitors. Bruce still has a ton of kids, some of which like F1 just like he does, but he is the only Wayne to become a Formula One driver.

I just think Battinson would love driving for F1 :)

[libraryofloveletters]

Daddy’s Biggest Fan

Lance Stroll x Fem!Reader

Warnings: surprise baby!, babygirl is the star of the show and the gem of the stroll family, grandpa Lawrence is besties with his granddaughter, mentions of labour and giving birth (nothing graphic!), the vettel family is the cutest, soft uncle mick, uncle estie and auntie elena, some cheesy comments from lance, auntie chloe and uncle scotty for the win! 

Word Count: 6,210

Author’s Note: prompted by this video and this photo :)) enjoy soft dad lance! // also y’all know I cannot write lance without some mention of Canada lmaoooo forgive me please 

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Weekend of the Canadian Grand Prix, 2022. 

The hallways were empty considering it was nearly midnight. Lance’s bag hung off of his shoulder, hitting his back as he ran towards the desk. “Y/n l/n, where is she?” He asks, fingers drumming against the counter as he waits for the nurse to tell him. 

“Who are you?” She asks and he huffs a sigh. “Her boyfriend.” 

“Oh, yeah okay. Uh, one sec,” she checked the charts to her left, “room 209.” She tells him and with that he’s off again, scanning all the door numbers before he finds the room. 

He walks in quietly, silently hoping he hasn't missed it. “Did I miss it?” Lance asks.

He finds you still very much pregnant on the bed. “You didn’t,” you smiled, your hand stretched out for him. 

The Canadian Grand Prix was this weekend which meant Lance was home in Montreal so the baby picked the perfect time to make their appearance into the world. The fact that you two were expecting was a bit of a secret, no one except your families, the Vettels along with Esteban, Elena and Mick knew. 

Seb only found out because Lance went shopping with him to pick up a few things for his kids and Seb was curious as to why he was so interested in baby clothes all of a sudden. As for Esteban, Elena and Mick, the 3 drivers were close and Esteban is bad at keeping secrets so that was that. 

Sunday was rolling into Monday and your contractions were closer together. Your sister in law was asleep on the chair next to your bed, Lance didn’t wake her but your groans did. 

“When’d you get here?” She yawns, looking at her brother. 

“An hour ago. Can you get the doctor though? Her contractions are closer together now.” Lance asked his sister, you and Chloe share a glance before laughing. Chloe squeezes her brother’s shoulder, “yeah, I'll go.” 

It was a few moments before Chloe returned, your sister in law beside your boyfriend as the doctor checked how far along you were dilated. “Alright, you’re just about ready to push.” The doctor gets up, letting the sheet back down. “We’ll get you prepped, who’s staying?” 

“I am.” “He is.” Chloe and Lance answer at the same time. 

You smile at the Stroll siblings, Chloe comes over to kiss your forehead. “I’ll be waiting outside. You've got this,” she tells you, and you nod. “I’ll see you after.” 

Chloe gives her brother a hug before stepping out.  

The doctor and nurses come in, it’s an overwhelming scene to anyone on the outside but you were relaxed, surprisingly. 

The room door was shut, the drape up between your lower half and you with Lance standing by your side, holding your hand the whole time. Your boyfriend whispered sweet nothings to you, praising you on what a good job you were doing. 

“That’s my girl,” he whispers, kissing your forehead. “Doing so good, baby. Just a few more pushes.” 

“Almost here,” Your doctor calls up to you, “few more.” She confirms your boyfriend’s theory.

Within the next few minutes, you had given birth. You looked a mess, hair matted to your forehead from sweat, your eyes teary and you were beyond exhausted and yet, he looked at you like you held the sun and the stars.

“So proud of you,” Lance whispers, pushing your hair away from your face as he kisses your forehead. The doctor was right next to you two, cleaning up the baby and doing her initial tests before wrapping the little baby in a white and pink blanket.

“Congratulations,” She smiles, placing the baby in Lance’s arms. “It’s a girl.” She tells you both, giving you a moment to coo over her.

The floodgates have broken, Lance’s face covered in tears as he sits by your bedside, resting the baby on your chest gently. This was probably the first time you’ve seen Lance cry this much, it’s quite sweet to see his daughter reduce him to a puddle to tears. His arm over the top of the pillow, the two of you looking at the baby you created.

Both of you crying, the little thing on your chest had her eyes shut. “She’s got your eyes,” Lance whispers, as if he would be disturbing the baby’s rest by being any louder.

“Her eyes are barely open.” You chuckled, looking over at your boyfriend. 

It was a little while with just the 3 of you. Lance already has a million and one pictures of his baby girl on the phone, changing the home screen from you to one of you and her. 

There’s a knock on the door, the nurse sticking her head in to let you know that you have visitors. Lance tells her to let them in, you were sitting on the bed, a baby wrapped up in a blanket being cradled to your chest with Lance sitting on the edge of the tiny hospital bed. 

Chloe held the first bag, a little stuffed lion and blanket in it and Scotty followed behind, some outfits for the baby in the bag. “When’d you get here?” you asked Scotty, the two of them coming over to see the newest addition to the Stroll family. 

“Chloe called me as soon as it was time for you to push.” He asks, watching as you hand the baby over to your sister in law. 

“You guys,” Chloe whispers, holding the baby like she was the most precious thing in the world. “She’s so beautiful.” 

Scotty and Chloe sat on the bench next to the window, the two of them cooing over their niece. 

“We didn’t tell you her name,” you look over at them, Lance snuggled in next to you on the bed. The older couple looks over, waiting for you to tell them. 

“Meet Elizabeth Chloe Stroll.” You tell them, glancing between Chloe and Lance. 

“Chloe?” The blonde asks, looking down at the baby in her arms. 

“Mhm hm, after the best auntie in the world,” you hold Lance's hand, the woman smiles. Scotty grins at his fiancé, you and Lance chuckling at her reaction.  

“Lizzie for short,” Lance says, a smile on his face. 

The two of you had wanted to name her with a name that started with L but you couldn't settle on any so you went with Elizabeth, Lizzie for short. Also because Lance wanted her to have L. Stroll like him. 

“She’s beautiful,” Chloe says once more, “like her mom.” 

“Wow, no credit for me?” Lance asks his sister, she shrugs. “Don’t worry, mate. I think you’re handsome.” Scotty says to his brother in law, earning a few laughs. 

--- 

The next few days had been a whirlwind of emotions. Lizzie was born on Tuesday just past midnight and you were released on the Thursday. Lance refused to leave you two, telling the team that he’d be missing media day and decided to opt out of practice on Friday as well. 

Perks of your dad owning the team you drive for I suppose. 

Lizzie was laying against her father’s chest, her little hand wrapped around his finger as he rubbed her back softly. You had gone to take a shower before Lance had to leave but the man was still on the couch, dressed for the track but he’s yet to move from his spot. 

“Lance.” You called, your hands on your hips. “C’mon, you can’t miss qualifying.” 

“Do I really have to go?” There’s a pout playing on his lips when you come over to take Lizzie from him. 

You’ve got the little girl in your arms when you stand between his legs. “Yes, you have to go.” 

Lance gets up, a pout on his face and you reach up to give him a kiss. You can feel his hand over yours, the one resting under Lizzie, holding her up in her little roots onesie. 

“Go on,” you nudge him towards the door. Lance begrudgingly makes his way to the door, picking up his keys and his phone before turning back to face his girls once more.

“You’re sure you’ll be okay?” 

“One hundred percent,” you smile at your boyfriend. You’ve got Lizzie tucked into your chest, an arm under her as your other hand rests on your boyfriend’s jaw. “We love you, now go.” 

“I love you,” he smiles before giving you a kiss. Lance leans down a bit more, kissing Lizzie’s head, “I love you the most.” 

You smiled at the man and his daughter, rushing him out the door before he missed the session. 

Lizzie was but a few days old, much too little for you to be taking her to a race. You’re certain there were rumours floating around that you and Lance had split after you not being there for a few months. Once you hit your 5th month of pregnancy, it was hard to find the bump under clothes and your doctor suggested staying in one place or only go to races that are much shorter flights. 

It was killing you to miss his home race this weekend but there was nothing you wouldn’t do for this little girl. 

You two sort of lay around for a bit. You take a million and one photos of her; new parents and not wanting to miss a moment. You had the tv on, watching as the sky sports crew made their way through the paddock, asking around while they set up for qualifying. 

Lizzie stretches in your arms and you decide to change her into the little outfit her grandfather had gifted her. 

The day after you two told Lawrence you were expecting, you received a basket of baby things; onesies, hats, shirts, little jackets and hoodies, a blanket and even a little car stuffie all in Aston Martin green with the little logo on it. 

The little girl was now in a onesie, the Aston logo across her tummy and the back had a number 18 on it. 

You put her to lay on the couch so you can take a photo of her. You send that on to Lawrence with a message attached; future aston driver ? 

Your father in law replied with a yes and a million emojis that he’s newly discovered and had come to love. 

“Your grandad is so cheesy,” you tell her quietly, picking her back up. You held her in your arm carefully, watching as they were doing last minute checks before the cars would be pulling out for quali. 

The two of you take a selfie, both you and Lizzie have on Aston Martin shirts with the matching 18 on the back. 

To Lance: good luck!! <3 *1 Image Attachment* 

From Lance: miss my biggest fan. 

To Lance: awh you miss me? how sweet. 

From Lance: you’re funny, you got booted. Lizzie is daddy’s biggest fan. 

To Lance: it’s not cute when you refer to yourself as daddy. 

From Lance: you love it mommy. 

To Lance: you’re sooooo gross. go race, we love you. 

Setting the phone down, you rocked the sleepy baby softly. The volume was low but the sound of the zooming cars and the rumbling engines lulled her back to sleep. 

You managed to stay awake through qualifying; Sebastian and Lance were starting one after another with the German in P17 and the Canadian in P18. 

Not the best but hopefully tomorrow will be better. 

Lizzie woke up at some point after qualifying. You changed her diaper, fed her, rocked her and sang to her until you two found your way back to the couch. It had been a repeat of the same thing for the last few days; sleep, eat, sing to her, take a million photos, change her and repeat. 

You tried to get a few minutes of sleep when she did which is what you were doing when your boyfriend walked into the apartment. The door shuts quietly, the man setting the keys down on the entry table softly before making his way over to his girls on the couch. 

Despite changing his clothes, you could still smell the burnt rubber and gasoline on his skin. “Hey,” he whispers, leaning down to kiss Lizzie’s head before sitting next to you. 

The girl in your arms and your head back against the couch cushions. Your eyes were shut but you open them when you feel him take her from you, giving you a break. 

“Weren’t you sleeping?” He asks, Lizzie’s little hand wrapping around his finger when he gently rubs over her hand. 

“Resting my eyes,” you hum, snuggling into his side. 

The man smiles, there’s nothing better than having his two girls with him. He rocks the girl in his arms back and forth ever so softly, calming her when she stirs. “Shh, go back to sleep angel. Daddy’s here.” 

You looked up from his shoulder at him, “what did I tell you about that daddy thing?” 

“I was talking to Lizzie, you freak.” He chuckles, kissing your head. 

---- 

Weekend of the Abu Dhabi Grand Prix, 2022. 

You and Lance have finally decided to take Elizabeth to her first Grand Prix. It only made sense to take her to Abu Dhabi, seeing that it was the final race of the season, and that you would get there early enough to give her time to acclimate to the environment.

Also, you had sweet talk Lance into thinking it was a good idea because you wanted to be there for Sebastian's final weekend.

Lawrence had been asking when he was going to see his granddaughter at a race and all the things just aligned, it made the most sense to go then rather than wait for the start of next season. 

Lizzie was now six months old, and she was starting to hit a few milestones. She can roll over and sit up on her own, starting to pull herself up and make efforts to crawl. She's starting to babble and make funny faces at you. She also is starting to recognize people and she loves when her auntie Chloe and uncle Scotty come over because Scotty spends 98% of the time making funny faces at her, and it causes the sweetest little giggles you’ve ever heard in your life. 

You had given her a shower, getting her dressed for the day and you were about to get dressed yourself, thinking you’d be leaving her with her dad but the man was knocked out in the arm chair, the baby bottle sat on his lap and dripping on his shirt. 

It was too funny to ignore so you set Lizzie in her playpen, taking a photo of Lance before posting it to your Instagram story. 

It’s the first post of him you've made since you suddenly vanished from the paddock. Of course you cover the baby bottle with a little heart emoji and tagged him before setting your phone down.

“Sweetheart,” you nudged him softly. Lance stirred a bit but didn’t open his eyes. You take the baby bottle off of his lap and sit on him. “Lance, c’mon.” 

The man finally opens his eyes, a scowl on his face. “Why’d you wake me?” He groans.

“You have dinner with the guys tonight.” 

“Noooo,” he whines, his arms wrapped around you. “Let me stay.” 

“I’ll give you Lizzie and have her drool on you if you don’t get up.” You give him a look and his brows raise, “you wouldn’t.” 

You get off his lap, going to get the girl out of her playpen. “Fine!” He shouts, grabbing you by the waist when he rushes over you, his arms around you once again as he hugs you from behind. Lance's chin rests on your shoulder, “I love her but she drools soooo much.” He sighs, earning a laugh from you. 

“Go change,” you wiggle him off of you. Lance nods, leaving you two to go change for dinner. 

“You’re sure you’ll be okay?” He yells from the bedroom and you roll your eyes; you know he means well but sometimes you swear he forgets it’s just the two of you when he was away racing. 

“Chloe is coming over, we’re gonna catch up on our gossip.” You tell him, picking up Lizzie and swinging her around. The little girl giggled, her big brown eyes wide and her gummy smile on display. 

Lance comes out of the room, “and what do we plan to do with little missy when you two are catching up on your gossip?” 

There’s a knock on the hotel door and you walk over to open it, Chloe and Scotty arriving together. Lizzie babbles when her uncle reaches for her, smothering her cheeks with kisses when you hand her over. 

“Voila!” You show your boyfriend, his sister and her fiancé enamoured with their niece. 

Lance shook his head, “you’re something else, babe.” 

“It's called delegating, Lance.” 

“Whatever,” the man nods, giving you a thumbs up with a look of fake disappointment. He gives you a kiss goodbye before saying hello to his sister and Scotty. He takes Lizzie from Scotty for a minute to say goodnight to her, knowing she'd be sleeping by the time he got back from dinner. 

“I love you, sugarplum.” He whispers to his daughter, “sleep well.” He kissed her temple gently before handing her back over to her uncle. 

----

The final qualifying of the season and you two had just returned to the paddock after almost an entire year of you not being there. 

This time with a special guest. 

Lizzie was in her dad’s arms, pulling on his sunglasses every other second as he walked through the paddock. 

The little girl looked out into the swarming photographers then back to her dad who was whispering something to her. His other hand was holding yours, the obvious fact was that this was why you had vanished from the paddock. 

You make it to the garage and while you two settle in, Lizzie is going from hand to hand, basking in all the attention she was getting; she gets that from you, her father wasn’t the most sociable with people he didn’t know, while you were a social butterfly. 

Lizzie’s got a pair of clunky green headphones over her ears, protecting her little ears from the loud noises. She was currently on Seb’s side of the garage, Britta holding the little girl as Seb showed her something he had in his hands. 

“I think Hanna’s gotta prepare herself for the ‘I think we should have one more’ talk,” you joked with Lance, nodding towards Seb who was clearly enthralled by the little girl. 

Lance laughed, “Seb just loves kids, babe. He’s been asking me to bring her around.” 

“Why didn’t you tell me that?” You smacked his arm lightly, “I would have brought her.” 

“Sometimes I think you like Sebastian more than you like me,” he gives you a pointed look and you smile, “I do.” You walked off to get Lizzie before the session started.

“Hey,” you wiggled your fingers at the girl, getting her attention.  Seb turns to see you, pulling you into a side hug, his arm over your shoulders. “She’s so cute, y/n.” He tells you, Britta had bent down so Seb’s daughters could talk to her. 

“Thank you, Seb.” You smiled, “I think she looks like her dad.” 

“No way, she's your carbon copy. She just has his eyes.” He says, “that’s why she’s cute, if she looked like him... well..” 

“Sebastian!” You laughed, taking Lizzie back from Britta. 

The German laughs, “I'm kidding. Hanna’s upstairs and that’s where you two are going, right?” He looks over at his daughters, the little blonde girls nod and hug their father before turning to you. 

“Can we play with her later?” The oldest asks and you nod, “of course. I’ll bring her upstairs in a few minutes.” 

The girls ran down the hallway hand in hand, back upstairs to their mother and little brother. 

“Good luck,” you tell Seb, “say good luck to uncle Seb,” you tell Lizzie, lifting her chubby hand to wave to the man before returning to Lance’s side of the garage. 

Lance takes the girl from you the moment you walk back over, sneaking in as many cuddles he can before he was needed in the car. You took a few photos of the two; Lizzie’s little green dress matches the colour of her father’s race suit and her chunky hands rested on her daddy’s cheeks, smacking his face softly as he pretended to bite her chubby cheeks. 

One of his engineers gives him the signal, time for him to get in the car. “I love you sugarplum,” he whispers to the girl, handing her back over to you. 

The moment Elizabeth is back in your arms, she starts crying. It was safe to say she was a daddy’s girl through and through, she had that man wrapped around her finger; Lance had a pout on his face like you had ripped his heart out and stomped on it the moment she started crying. 

“Don’t,” you warn him, your hand on his cheek when you kiss him. 

Neither of you seemed to notice the cameras flashing or the fact that they had gotten the whole sweet moment before Lance and his girls in camera. 

“Go before she wants you again.” You tell him, shooing him off while Elizabeth was looking over your shoulder, away from her father. He blows his girls a kiss once more, walking off to get his helmet and get in the car. You bounce Lizzie in your arms until the car pulls out of the garage and then you head upstairs to find Hanna and the kids. 

-- 

Quali had finished faster than expected but neither you nor Hanna were really paying attention; the woman was letting you in on the secrets of motherhood while the children played. 

The little boy was laying on his mum’s lap, his eyes shut and his blonde curls all over the place. You were sitting on the floor, Elizabeth on your lap while the girls showed her their toys, putting on a show for her. Lizzie had no idea what they were on about but the expressions on their faces along with the colourful toys captured her attention enough to get her to babble along, swinging her hands happily.  

Sebastian and Lance found their way upstairs to see their kids before having to go off to press. 

If you had asked Sebastian if he thought both he and Lance would be going up to see their children by the time he retired when he first started at Aston, the man would have laughed in your face. 

But it’s funny how life works and children change you for the better. Sebastian told his teammate as much. 

Lance find his way to sit behind you and you lean back on his legs. Sebastian is next to Hanna, sinking into the couch when he lets out a big breath. 

“How’d we do, boys?” You asked and Seb shrugs. “Could be better.” 

“Says the man in P9,” Lance laughed, his hands coming down to rest on your shoulders. “And you?” You leaned back, your head on his knee as you looked up at him. 

“P14.” 

“Tomorrow will be better.” Your hand comes up to rest on his, giving it a soft squeeze. 

“Ah young love,” Seb sighs, nudging Hanna. “Remember when we were like that?” 

“You’re still like that, Sebastian.” The woman gives him an exasperated look, earning a few laughs. 

Elizabeth was looking around now, instantly wiggling from your grasp and trying to turn when she heard Lance’s voice. You lean to the side, letting Lance hunch over and pick her up. She’s standing on his lap, hands on his face to keep her balance as she looks around. She sees Sebastian to her left who was making faces at her. 

The little girl babbles, her father’s hands being the only thing keeping her up when she reaches for Sebastian. Lance hands her over to Seb, Elizabeth sitting comfortably on his lap when you lean back to take a photo of her, Seb and Hanna. 

“Can’t believe both of my girls prefer Sebastian over me.” Lance grumbles, making you laugh. 

“He has 4 championships, how many do you have?” You asked your boyfriend, the man rolling his eyes at your comment. 

Sebastian looks down at the little girl, her hands tugging on the bracelet on his wrist. “Remember when the kids were this little?” He asked his wife and she smiled. 

“You could always have one more,” Lance suggests to the older couple. 

“No.” Hanna says, while Seb had a whole other answer; “yes.” 

You and Lance exchange a look, laughing at them. 

“Feel free to babysit Liz anytime you want another kid, she’ll change your mind.” You tell them and Seb shakes his head, lifting the girl when he looks up at her. 

“Mum says you’re naughty,” he gives her a look and she giggles. “Yeah, you’re not bad, you're a good girl.” He smiles at her, “I know you are, sweetheart.” He sets her back on his lap, facing him. 

At some point, Britta comes looking for Seb, both of the drivers having to up and leave for press. There’s lots of smooches, the kids wanting their fathers to stay and promises of sweets upon return. 

----

P8 for Lance and P10 for Sebastian. 

The Astons finishing off the season in the points and almost beating Alfa Romeo for 6th in the constructors was a good position to be in. 

You had joined the mechanics on the pit wall for the final lap, watching the cars cross the finish line. Lizzie was a few feet away, her chunky green headphones over her ears as her grandfather held her. 

Sebastian was currently doing his final donuts of his F1 career and you could see Hanna and the kids to your left, watching with the proudest looks on their faces. You smiled at them, a hand on your back pulling your attention away from the family. 

Lance stood beside you, his arm over your shoulders and his race suit rolled down to his waist. “Back so soon?” You asked, assuming he would have still been in parc fermé and yet he was here. “Wanted to see my girls.” He smiled, letting you lean in to kiss him. 

“I’m so proud of you,” you whispered against his lips and he kissed you once more. 

“Where’s sugar plum?” He looked around when he realized you didn't have her. 

You nod towards the pit wall; Elizabeth was banging on all the buttons on the table, Lawrence laughing as he watched the little girl. 

The chaos on the track died down, everyone returning to their respective garages or off to watch the podium. The paddock was still packed; fans, crew, drivers, families, celebrities despite the fact that it was nearly 10pm. 

The two drivers were in the garage, the Vettel children running circles around their grandparents as Seb and Hanna made the rounds, Sebastian getting into a conversation with everyone he stopped to talk too. You and Lance were soaking in the last few moments of the season on track. Elizabeth was with her granddad, the little girl being carried around the paddock as he said his goodbyes and small talk with the other team principals. 

“Can I get a picture?” The photographer asks when he sees Sebastian and Hanna with you two. 

The 4 of you manage to find yourselves together after the few drinks you’ve had, all adorning dopey, happy grins on your faces.

It was a bittersweet moment; the start of a new adventure for both drivers.

Sebastian navigates retired life while Lance figures out how to be a father - something he knows he’ll be turning to Seb for when he’s at a loss. 

You two say your goodbyes to Sebastian, Hanna and the kids, as well as Seb’s parents and his brother. Lawrence catches the Vettels on the way out, letting Lizzie say bye to her new friends before they head out for the night. 

“Can I have my baby back?” Lance asked his father and the older man shook his head, “no. She’s my granddaughter.” 

“But she’s my daughter.” He bickered with his father. 

You let them bicker, quietly taking Lizzie from Lawrence without either of them noticing. When they finally stop fighting and notice you’re holding the girl, you smile. “You forget she’s still my girl before either of yours.” 

Lance packs up the rest of his things shortly after saying goodbye to everyone else in the garage. You three were on your way out when you got stopped by Elena shouting for you. 

“Y/N!” She starts running to you three. 

“ELENA!” you shout back, rushing over to give the woman a hug. Lizzie was squished between you two, Elena taking her from you. “Mon amour,” she fixed the bow on the little girl’s dress, “you’ve gotten so big.” She kisses her cheek. 

Esteban and Mick weren’t far behind. The Frenchman coos over the little girl with his girlfriend and Mick joins in. 

The 3 of them had come to meet Elizabeth post Canadian Grand Prix along with Sebastian. The 4 of them and Hanna, were the only ones aside from your families that knew you two had a baby hence her instant connection when she saw them again. 

Once again, Elizabeth is the star of the show. Esteban is forced to take a million pictures of her and Elena. One thing with Lizzie was that she loved the attention, she always found the camera in the room. Mick was passed the phone next, taking one of Esteban with the girls. You and Lance joined the couple, all of you smiling for the camera. Elizabeth was getting fussy so you took her back but she started wiggling, her little arms stretched out for her uncle Mick. 

Mick was holding the girl now and you asked one of the Alfa Romeo crew members passing by to take the photo for the 6 of you. 

You smiled, watching as Mick spun around with the girl in his arms. He was telling her something, tickling her side as he did. 

“We’re headed to the club, you guys want to come?” Elena asks, her fingers interlocking with her boyfriend’s. 

“Uhh,” Lance looked at you and you shrugged. “We’d have to get someone to watch Liz first.” He tells his friends. 

Esteban nods, “the joys of being parents.” He jokes. 

“Well, I'll text you where we end up, text me if you’re coming!” Elena tells you, saying goodbye as they head out. Mick joined them once he passed Elizabeth back to Lance, giving the girl a kiss on the cheek before leaving.

“Do you want to go?” He asks you, the three of you heading out. “It’d be nice but who’s gonna look after Lizzie?” You looked over at him and he paused, literally stopped in the middle of the parking lot. 

“I know exactly who.” 

It’s a short walk back to the hotel, you two pack up whatever you think Elizabeth would need for the night, putting her in the stroller before heading back to the elevator. Lance hit the button for the 16th floor and you know exactly what he’s thinking. Once you got off, you followed the man to the door. 

He knocks and Chloe opens the door. “Hey,” she smiles, leaning on the door frame. “Everything okay?” 

“I was wondering..” Lance starts. “Since you’re my favourite sister and all-” “Your only sister but go on,” she folds her arms, waving him on. 

“Can you watch sugar plum tonight? I know you two don’t have plans and we wanted to go out.” 

Chloe gives her brother an obviously look but she nods, “of course we’ll watch her. Do you have her stuff?” 

“Everything’s in her baby bag, thank you guys.” You tell her when Lance pushes the stroller into the suite. “No need to thank me, I know you two needed a night to relax. Go have your fun, we’ll see you in the morning.” She gives you a shove out of the room. 

“You’re sure you’ll be okay ?” Lance asked his sister and she smacks his shoulder, “duh, I used to look after you. We’ll be fine, I'll call if anything but I won’t need to, so go.” 

The two of you were a little hesitant to leave Elizabeth without either of you  for the night, seeing that it was the first time that you've actually done that but you knew she’d be in good hands with her auntie Chloe and uncle Scotty. 

You two ended up meeting Elena, Esteban and Mick at the club and had the time of your lives; dancing, doing shots, singing along to the horribly loud music that was playing.

It was the type of night that you wanted to remember forever that won’t be fully remembered. The best kind of night. 

It was nearly 8am when you found yourselves back in the elevator and on your way to get your daughter. Lance wanted to go back to the hotel room and sleep off the hangover he knew was incoming but you at least wanted to see Elizabeth first.

You knocked on the door quietly, Scotty opened it with a wide awake Lizzie in his arms. 

“You two look like hell,” he laughed, bouncing the girl in his arms. “Sorry we’re late,” you tell him, smiling at the girl who was still sleepy and drooling all over his shirt. 

He steps aside. “It’s okay, c’mon in.”

Chloe was knocked out on the couch, the baby bottle in her hand. “Lizzie put her to sleep?” You chuckled and Scotty nodded. “It’s hard work but it's worth it, isn’t it?” 

“So worth it.” You smiled. 

Lance has found himself to the spot next to his sister, dropping down and his eyes already shut. 

“You should stay for breakfast.” He says, sitting on the couch across from the one Lance and Chloe were on. “I doubt we’ll be having breakfast anytime soon,” You nod towards the sleeping siblings. 

“That's okay,” he smiles, “you should get some rest too. I can watch her.” 

“Are you sure? You guys had her all night.” 

Scotty waves you off, nodding towards the bedroom. “She slept through the night like a champ, woke up like 30 minutes ago. Go get some rest.” He sends you off. 

It was maybe 3 or 4 hours later when you felt the little hands on your side. Lance in bed with you and Lizzie between you two. “Hi sugar,” you picked her up, kissing her temple. 

“Sleep well?” Your boyfriend asks and you nod, “good enough.” 

“We ordered lunch, should be here by time Chloe gets out of the shower.” He rubs your leg, “she left some clothes for you.” He nods towards the t-shirt and pants at the end of the bed. 

After a few minutes, you got out of bed and changed, making sure to wash your face and brush your teeth before joining Lance, Elizabeth and Scotty in the living room. Chloe joined a few minutes after you just in time for lunch to arrive. 

All of you settled in around the table and started having breakfast, chatting away and you took a moment to make a post on Instagram for the first time in a long time. 

It’s a couple photos from the last few days in Abu Dhabi. 

The first one from race day, you and Lance leaning on his car with Lizzie peeking out from under the halo of the car while she sat in his seat. 

The next one is Chloe, Scotty and Lizzie. The three of them laying on the floor from the night they came over while Lance was at Seb’s retirement dinner. 

The next 3 are from post race before you went out; one of Elena, Esteban and Elizabeth, one of Mick and Elizabeth and finally one with all 6 of you in front of the Aston Martin garage. 

Lawrence had sent you a photo of Lizzie and him sitting on the pit wall that one of the engineers took, her big chunky headphones being tugged on while her granddad tried to fix them. 

The last group photo was on you, Lance, Seb and Hanna in the Aston garage before you all headed out for the night; arms wrapped around each other and big goofy grins on your faces. 

There were the final two pictures; One of you and Lizzie, she’s on your lap while you do your makeup and one of her and Lance in the pool, he’s holding her while they’re laughing at each other. 

The set was captioned with a perfect end to the season <3. 

You set the phone down, looking back at the people sitting around the table. Your boyfriend, your daughter, your sister in law and your brother in law.

The little unit made some of the best memories and had some of the most important people in your life there. 

It truly was the perfect end to the season. 

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walk with me...

(i turned this into an au: masterlist)

this is a very spur of the moment not well thought out au but... JUST LISTEN. (more under the cut & in my pinned)

Lawrence Stroll bought a team on the f1 grid in 2006

Renamed it Racing Point to secure a spot for his 18 year old son (and put him in pink bc hes so cute in pink)

Lance Stroll was born October 29, 1987, he started karting in 1991

Fernando Alonso was born July 29, 1981, started karting in 1984

When Lance made his debut in f1 there was a lot of talk around the paddock about the nepo baby and Strolls choice to have both drivers on the team be rookies. (Stroll and Rosberg)

During the first race of the season Lance got p6 and Nico got p7, both scoring points for the team

After the race Fernando Alonso went to congradulate the rookies, both stunned because the race winner was praising their work

Nico was honored to be congradulated by a world champion

Lance was... well. Maybe he liked the older mans praise more than he should've.

As the season progressed Fernando continued to find reasons to speak to the rookies, even though it was evident he cared more about what the brunette had to say.

After both Racing Point drivers DNF in the 2nd and 3rd races of the season Fernando made sure to try and lessen the pain.

Each time Fernando came to the Racing Point garage, each time he searched the paddock to find #18, each time he spoke it only made the 18 year olds heart grow fonder.

Lance thought the driver was like this to every rookie, so caring and comforting, but that just wasn't the case.

He was known for not going out of his way to do anything like he was doing with the Racing Point drivers.

After Lance got 6th in the 4th race of the season Fernando was the first to congratulate him, as if he hadn't just gotten second.

He noticed at the next race that he didn't go out of his way to congradulate Nico on his 7th place, he just went straight to him to comfort him about yet another DNF.

Before then he hadn't thought too much about Fernandos intentions or why exactly he was talking to him so much.

By this time in the season fans had started to notice how close the two had gotten, seeing how they naturally gravitated towards eachother.

When Fernando won the next race Lance made sure to beat him to it and congratulate the world champion first, loving how it brought a smile to his face.

Fernando didn't smile like that when others congratulated him, didn't smile like that when being asked about his wins, didn't smile like that when Nico said the exact same thing.

Lance felt insane for thinking this way but he couldn't help but feel a little special.

A few races later in America was the first time Fernando wasn't on the podium, the first time they spent the whole time after the race together.

It was nice, being in his presence, he felt like a sunbather in the sun anytime the older man spoke to him, it was silly but it was always his favourite part of the race week.

The next time he wasn't on podium was in Germany, he almost felt bad for feeling this way but he looked forward to the days when Fernando got p4 or lower because it meant they'd spend the whole afternoon together.

It was just like in America, the two of them just standing around going over the week and the last few races until Fernando asked him a question.

"Have you ever kissed someone?"

Lance laughed at the question, unsure where it came from

"Have I kissed anyone?" He asked back, wondering if it was a serious question

"Si, you do know what kissing is, no?"

Lance couldn't help but laugh again, he was 18 not 8, of course he knew what kissing was.

"Have you ever kissed anyone?" Lance asked, knowing for a fact he had, it'd be insane if not, how could someone so stunning not have kissed someone? How could someone with girls around him constantly have not kissed someone and more.

"I asked first, Lancito."

Fernando had called him that almost constantly since the season started yet every time it never failed to make the youngers heart flutter.

"No" He admitted, almost embarrassed "I'm not very good with people" he added, knowing the only people on the grid he could talk to easily were Fernando and Nico

"I could be your first"

(if this doesn't make sense pretend u never saw it)

[theflirtmeister]

Hi friend. I need more Adam worshipping Lawrence's tummy. It's currently the only thing getting me through the day.

At some point, Lawrence’s congratulations-it’s-Friday-blowjob stopped being a blowjob, and had turned into a congratulations-you’ve-put-on-weight worshipping session. Lawrence dug his fingers into Adam’s scalp and hissed underneath his breath as Adam mouthed at the fat of his stomach, leaving the imprint of teeth marks.

“Not to rush you,” Lawrence said, breathing fast, “But I do have work at some point today.”

“You start at midday.” Adam rubbed his nose against the soft hair on Lawrence’s belly. “We have time.”

He’d tugged Lawrence’s pyjama pants down underneath his hips, but Lawrence’s cock was tenting the fabric, eager to get a warm mouth wrapped around it. It hadn’t got the memo that Adam was busy with other parts of Lawrence’s body, his pyjama shirt unbuttoned to reveal the swell of middle-aged tits, stomach bruised under the attention.

“I need to shower, shave-“

“Don’t shave,” Adam begged, raising his head. “Stubble’s hot.”

“You know I’m only allowed a clean face or a full beard.” Lawrence tugged at Adam’s curls, soft from being washed the night before. “You’ve read the rulebook.”

“Rulebook sucks,” Adam muttered. “You should be allowed to have stubble.”

He buried his face back in Lawrence’s stomach, pressing sloppy kisses and sucking at the skin. Lawrence’s cock twitched at the attention, and he tried to lift his good leg to encourage Adam to move that talented mouth elsewhere.

“What are you so wide for?” Adam grumbled. “Ridiculous. Driving me insane.”

“My primary care physician would like to have a word with you,” Lawrence replied. “He thinks I need to go on more walks and eat better.”

“Fuck him,” Adam said. “I think you’re hot.”

He squeezed Lawrence’s stomach with both hands, palming the skin. Lawrence couldn’t help but shiver at the look of lust on Adam’s face, the way he was staring down at Lawrence’s body like he was seconds away from rutting his cock against Lawrence’s belly like a dog in heat. Lawrence felt his face go pink at the image, the idea of Adam’s cum spilt white on his stomach.

“What?” Adam said. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of Lawrence’s pyjamas and dragged them agonisingly slowly over Lawrence’s cock, smirking when it sprung out, the head flushed.

“Nothing,” Lawrence said, palming his cock with a groan. “Just please, put your mouth on me.”

“You’re pretty when you beg, Doctor Gordon,” Adam said, and groped a healthy handful of Lawrence’s chest.

“You’re pretty on your knees,” Lawrence said stupidly, and Adam tilted his head. “I mean – I meant-”

“I know what you meant,” Adam said slyly, hand sliding down to paw at Lawrence’s stomach again. “But just for that, you’re going to have to wait.”

Lawrence dropped his head against the pillows, groaning with displeasure. Adam only laughed, and jiggled Lawrence’s belly with the sick satisfaction of a man who knew he’d won. Lawrence felt like a piece of meat being massaged for cooking. 

“I hate you.” Lawrence murmured, wondering if he’d ever get to work on time. Maybe he’d have to take Fridays off from now on, if Adam was going to act like this.

“I know.” Adam commiserated, and dropped his head to suck a hickey in the sensitive spot underneath Lawrence’s navel, which made his cock drool against the side of Adam’s face. “I love you too.”

Lawrence moaned and buried his fingers back into Adam’s curls. He definitely needed to take the day off.

[ask-court-genshin]

«FIRST EBG CONCLUDES...»

The "ghost" enters Lumine's room with a hollow expression on his face. The hydro eidolon, Kopi, looked up to him with an alarmed expression.

"Y-You?!?" They gawked. "You're not supposed to be here–"

"Stop the act, I know who you are." Dainsleif half-muttered, tired. "I know it's you...

... Ansy."

...

The hydro eidolon evaporated.

"Aww... That quick?"

In a matter of seconds, all the blue was washed away from the person the twilight sword was conversing with. In front of him stood his spouse, Ansy.

"And here I thought I was doing a relatively decent job, hiding from you," they shrugged. "You know, just like what you've done to me for around 400 years or so."

"Ansy..."

"How did you figure it out?" Ansy cheerfully asked in stark contrast to Dain's unapproving stare. "I'm sure you already have a list in your person."

He clicked his tongue, somewhat insulted by how much his partner knows him before handing out a clean parchment.

"It isn't that hard to deduce, my beloved." Dainsleif snarled.

"Congratulations!" Ansy clapped sarcastically. "Want a medal?"

"But this Lawrence." He gritted his teeth. "Where is he now?"

Ansy snorted.

Ah, right. I forgot I'm a villain, too.

"Dead, of course." They spoke so casually as if a murder confession was not at all concerning. "Dain, he's made of water. You know how pathetically easy it is to kill hydro slimes, right?"

"Am I supposed to be–"

"He's not even a real person." They rolled their eyes. "I created him. Made him up like an eighth grader convincing his friends he has a totally hot girlfriend in Inazuma and she just can't come visit. He doesn't even actually have any consciousness."

"And yet he's still based off a real person."

"Yes, he is." Ansy nodded, sighing in defeat, knowing that their next words is bound to sound disgustingly fragile. "He's based off YOU."

"He's based off how you were back then– how you used to be such a knight who'd act so clumsy whenever we talk to each other."

"Tell me, Dain, why the FUCK would he be blonde with strikingly blue– but not as beautiful as yours– eyes when the real Lawrence is a brunette???"

...

...

"You..." He trailed off, flabbergasted. "I am absolutely astounded. Is this your roundabout way of fessing up that you cannot love another man and therefore had to mold water to my likeness in order to survive a week of EBG?"

Dainsleif covered his mouth with a hand before looking away. They knew from the way his shoulders slightly rose by a hair that he snorted in secret.

"That polaroid picture– was that our masquerade ball last year? Did you just alter it a bit to–"

Ansy coughed, not particularly eager to answer that and boost his ego.

Seems they're both equally obsessed.

"Anyways, I completed my mission." They digressed. "I infiltrated the Astro Network to see what's up and survived an EBG while no one rats me out for my @throwaway-yandere persona. I think I won. No one gave me a strike. I'm the one deserving of a medal for playing 4D chess while everyone does EBG."

Dainsleif sighed audibly loud.

"I'd ask for your forgiveness but I think you deserve this offensive statement: my beloved, you are an idiot."

"A homicidal idiot. I killed two people– three if you count Lawrence."

"Four if you still consider me a ghost."

"We're Khaenri'ahn, we don't die." Ansy laughed. "And quite frankly, you're real to me."

Dainsleif's eyes softened.

"I'm certain this isn't how lovers normally pull pranks on one another."

"Well, you diiiiiid kill me brutally on another timeline, so can't you consider us even here?"

He pulled them close.

"500 mora, and I shall consider the thought."

"Boo, you jerk."

"You're evil, and I'd consider myself a good man for this bargain."

"Yeah, yeah. I'll turn myself in Fontaine's prison soon, don't worry."

"Good. See you in another century." Dainsleif joked in his usual flat tone.

"Oh, and Dain?"

"... I'm afraid to hear what you're about to say."

"I looked at the throwaway account and uh, we now have approximately 3,200 gremlin children...?"

"What. I thought you quit writi–"

"They're signing their own adoption papers it's not my fault–"

"Oh, matters not. Happy 3,200 gremlins, Ansy."

"Hmm hmm! Happy 3.2k!!!"

[writercole]

Five Minutes More

Summary: Dean may have developed a crush on one of the girls he plays his mmorpg with. When she comes to town for work, feelings take over. Squares: Gamers spnfluffbingo Words: 2413 Warnings: Fluff, sweet Dean Credits: @princessmisery666 for looking this over ages ago. I'm lowering my expectations and posting it now. A/N: This was going to be a very long series but it's honestly a lot and I can't handle expanding it but it's so sweet that I have to share it.

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Wednesday

 “Alright guys, keep your focus. Another two percent,” the raid leader, Dean, better known in game as DWImpala, called over the voice chat. The only thing that could be heard over comms was the steady click-clack of key presses for spells and attacks. The numbers steadily decreased, chunks of the boss’s health falling off as the eighteen players gave their all.

The boss went down and everyone cheered, congratulating the lucky players who got loot and lamenting that they didn’t think the stupid horse existed since another week had gone by without a drop.

“Alright, I’m calling it here for the night,” he announced to his guild. “Next week we’re going to do a full clear, then go on raid break until we get new content.”

Players said their goodbyes and logged off the game and the voice server, leaving their officers alone.

“So, uh, I’m going to be out next week,” Scuttle announced. She was the healer lead and the few people who knew her well enough called her Y/N.

“Oh yeah? Hot date?” Demonfall, a DPS known as Ash, teased.

“Out of town for work, sadly,” she replied with a sigh.

“Anywhere fun, at least?” Dean questioned, disappointed that she’d be gone. She was great at her class, sure, but he’d also developed a bit of a crush on her.

“Not unless you count a tiny town in Kansas as fun,” she scoffed.

Dean’s heart skipped a beat when she said Kansas. He’d grown up there, hell, he still lived in Kansas. He knew the odds of her coming to his tiny town were slim. 

But if he were honest, he wasn’t even sure he wanted to meet her. His crush was probably nothing; he didn’t even know what she looked like. But she was an awesome person from what he could tell.

He was vaguely aware of continuing conversation between the other two people but he wasn’t paying attention. His mind had gotten lost in fantasies and what ifs, trying to come up with a reason to find out more about what she did and where she’d be just to get a glimpse of her. He knew it was creepy to manipulate the conversation for information. So he kept his mouth shut.

The sound of a user disconnecting snapped his attention back to the present, his heart falling at the thought that he’d lost his chance to talk to her more. But when he saw that they were the only two left in chat, his mouth went dry.

“De? You still there?” she asked.

“Oh, uh, y-yeah,” he stuttered and cleared his throat. “Sorry, I kinda zoned out after you mentioned you were coming to Kansas.”

“Coming to Kansas? Is that where you are?” she questioned eagerly, anxious to get some kind of information from the private man she had started to have feelings for.

“Yeah,” he confirmed, “Lawrence.”

“You’re kidding,” she deadpanned, unable to believe what she was hearing.

“Uh, no,” he replied, confusion evident in his voice.

“That’s where I’ll be. If you have some time one day, maybe, if you want, you can show me where to get a decent burger?” Her voice held a lightness, a hope that he’d accept.

“I’d love to,” he answered enthusiastically. She’d been the first one to ask. She actually wanted to meet him.

“Really?! I mean, I’m there all week so it’s whenever you’re free but that would be amazing,” she babbled.

“So when are you getting in?”

“Sunday evening. I’m driving down and should be there somewhere around 5 or 6,” she informed, doing the math in her head about what time she needed to leave and how long the drive was.

“Okay, well how about we meet up Sunday evening? I can take you out for a late dinner,” he offered. 

“That sounds great,” she agreed with a smile evident in her voice.

“Awesome. I’ll DM you my number and you can just text me when you’re close?” Dean suggested as he typed his cell into the chat box.

“I’ll text you from my phone so you can save my number, too. Just make sure your girlfriend knows who I am,” she chuckled.

“No girlfriend, sweetheart,” Dean clarified, “but you make sure your boyfriend is cool with it.”

“Yeah, about that,” she said softly, “we broke up two weeks ago.”

“What? Scuttle, why didn’t you say anything?” Dean scolded.

“I don’t know. I mean, it’s not like I was in love with the guy. So what if I caught him in his car with some redhead? It’s not a big deal.” Her voice contained a venom that Dean never wanted to be on the receiving end of.

“Where does this guy live?” Dean practically growled, anger at the man who treated her so badly burning in his chest. 

She laughed then, a sweet giggle that doused the fire and diverted his attention.

“I’m serious, sweetheart. Say the word and I’ll take care of him,” he repeated.

“That’s sweet, De. But I’m fine, really. It’s getting late, though, and I have to work tomorrow and pack. I’ll see you Sunday?”

“Five minutes more?” he pleaded.

“Five minutes,” she confirmed.

Sunday

Five minutes turned into an hour. That hour turned into texting back and forth over the next few days, nearly all day long, and talking every night for hours. By the time Sunday came around, Dean was sure that he was falling for her. 

As sure as Dean was that he was falling hard, so was she. Her ex had said that she cared more about that game and people she’d never met than him. In hindsight, he may not have been wrong. He was still a dick, though.

She texted Dean when she was leaving home and starting her drive. He smiled at his phone before slipping it back in his pocket and sliding back under his car, whistling as he worked. It was just a simple oil change and he was done in no time, deciding to wash and detail the car while he had time. 

He sang along to Metallica as he dried the water, not realizing that he had a smile on his face until Benny walked over from next door.

“Wha’s gaht yah smilin’ like dat?” he teased in his thick Cajun accent.

“Nothing. I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Dean quickly denied.

“Who’z dah guhl?” 

“What girl?”

Benny fixed him with a look, letting him know that he wasn’t buying it. Dean sighed and Benny smirked, knowing that he’d won that battle.

“Okay, so you know how I’ve told you about that girl I game with, Scuttle?” Dean started.

“Oh yeah, tha one you sweet on,” Benny replied.

“I’m not five, Benny. I’m not ‘sweet’ on her.” Dean rolled his eyes and Benny laughed before Dean continued. “Anyway, she’s coming to town for work and I’m taking her to dinner tonight.”

“You gonna tell Cher yah like her?” 

“No. I mean, I don’t really even know her. She doesn’t even know me. And she just broke up with her boyfriend because she caught him cheating on her.” Dean returned to his work polishing the chrome trim on his car, pretending to ignore his friend standing behind him.

“Dean, she jus’ broke up wit’ her boyfriend. Don’ you think’ tha’ you should say somethin’ before some otha man does?” Benny chided as he shifted to see Dean’s face instead of the back of his head. “Girl like dat won’ be lonely long, brotha.”

“Jesus, Benny. Can’t I meet the girl before you give me the speech?” Dean whined as he stood up, his phone pinging in his pocket. He pulled it out without breaking eye contact with his friend, then looked down to see a message from her. He opened his phone quickly, finding a picture of a sign advertising Lebanon, Center of the Continental United States - 50 miles.

“How long?” Benny asked, not giving any other context.

“About an hour,” Dean replied without thinking, typing out a message and slipping his phone back in his pocket. He cringed when he realized what Benny had asked and saw the smug look on his friend’s face.

“Ah’m gonna go. See yah at work tomorrah. Gonna wanna hear all ‘bout th’date.” Benny strode away to his yard, leaving Dean to finish up the car and get ready to go out.

She texted Dean once she’d checked in and told him where she was. When he responded that he was on his way, her palms started sweating and her heart started pounding. She tried taking deep, calming breaths but nothing was helping the nerves.

A knock sounded on the door and she froze, panicked that he was already at the hotel. She was second guessing everything from her wardrobe to her hair to even meeting up with him. Another knock echoed through the room and she moved towards the door automatically, taking a deep breath as she turned the knob and pulled the door open.

Her breath caught in her chest when she laid eyes on him for the first time. There had to have been a mistake. There's no way this is…"Dean?" she asked as she met his gaze.

"Yeah," he confirmed with a wide grin. "It's nice to meet you, Y/N."

“Wow, I…you look nothing like I pictured,” she blurted out, quickly following up with “that’s not a bad thing! I just didn’t expect…you know…a model.”

He chuckled at her candor, ducking his head while the tips of his ears turned red. “You flatter me, sweetheart, but you’re the one who could be a model. I knew you’d be gorgeous but I didn’t expect to have the wind knocked out of me.”

“That’s sweet, De,” she giggled. “Do you want to come in? Five minutes and I’ll be ready,” she told him as she backed into the room.

“Yeah, five minutes. No problem,” he replied.

Dean took her to a small diner where they had burgers and pie, laughing and talking until they were the only two people left in the restaurant.  It was still early so they opted for a ride around town with the windows down, the cooling air blowing around in their hair as Dean drove down quiet roads.

He kept stealing glances at her, drawn to the way the moonlight surrounded her in an ethereal light, making her glow. He pulled down a dirt road and turned off the headlights, letting the full moon be his guide. 

“Is this where you kill and bury me?” she joked as he parked the car.

“Nah,” he chuckled, “this here is the best part of Lawrence.”

Dean stepped out of the car and walked around to her side, opening the door and offering his hand to help her out of the car. He kept a hold on it as he started to walk through the trees ahead of them.

She followed him quietly, trusting him completely. They stepped through the trees and she gasped at the sight before her. 

Inside a quiet clearing was a small pond, barely big enough for a boat to float comfortably.  Moonlight reflected off of the water, sparkling as the small waves moved in the breeze. A little dock led to a small gazebo over the water. 

Dean took her to the gazebo and she looked around in awe; the roof was made of a clear material, allowing her to see the stars shining in the sky. Thick benches lined the walls of the wooden structure, a waist-high railing surrounding the edge, the rest of the space open, allowing the cool breeze of the night to pass through.

Dean watched as she took in the space, her eyes wide and her jaw slack. He knew this was the right spot. It’s where his brother took his wife for their first date, where Benny took his fiancee’, where his parents had their first date. The hope that something could bloom here lifted his heart and drove out the nagging thoughts of her leaving again. 

She turned around to face Dean, finding him standing next to a pile of blankets and pillows that she was sure hadn’t been laid out when they got there. He reached out his hand and she accepted it, following his lead and settling into the soft mountain to watch the stars. 

As the pair talked and laughed, they drifted closer to one another, lying on their sides facing each other when Y/N started to yawn.

“We should get you back to the hotel,” Dean told her quietly.

“No, no, I’m fine,” she insisted. “Five minutes more.”

“Five minutes then we head back,” he promised.

“Five minutes.”

Monday

Dean woke to sunlight streaming in his face and a heavy warmth across his chest. He stretched, thinking he was in his bed, only to be met with wooden planks surrounding him. Memories of last night came flooding back and his eyes fluttered open to find Y/N sleeping soundly on his chest, still in the gazebo over the small pond. 

His gaze had found a home on her peaceful face and he stared unabashedly, counting the barely there freckles across her cheekbones, admiring the way her lashes brushed her cheeks, resisting the urge to trace the soft lines around her mouth and eyes. She began to stir and cuddled closer to him. 

Dean prayed she couldn’t tell how fast his heart was beating beneath her ear in her half-awake state. His arm tightened around her, holding her close. He closed his eyes and wished for time to stop, to be able to stay in this moment forever. His hopes were dashed when his phone started vibrating in his pocket, the alarm he had set for work blaring through the silence.

Scuttle groaned and swiped towards the sound while Dean fished in his pocket for the offending device. He turned it off and gave his attention back to her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

“Hey, sweetheart, it’s time to wake up,” he coaxed, his hand trailing up the arm tossed over his chest.

“Noo, five more minutes,” she mumbled as she wiggled next to him.

“Five more minutes,” he agreed quietly, a soft smile gracing his face, the possibilities of the upcoming week shrinking under the impending end of their fling. He would enjoy the next five minutes of her in his arms as if it were the last.

[kingdaddydaichi]

☆ title: redefining (ch. 7) | ( ch. 6 ) ☆ ( ch. 8 )

☆ pairing: cop!daichi sawamura x single mom!reader

☆ wc: 2.2k

☆ synopsis: four years after leaving your toxic ex, you find yourself a single mom to a 10-year-old boy named musubi, who harbors a lot of misdirected anger. you hear from his fifth grade teacher, mr. suga, more often than your own mother and a resulting friendship is born. meeting suga’s best friend wages a war between your head and your heart - one that challenges everything you think you know about love and police officers. neither are to be trusted. both have left you lost and scared when you needed them the most. so, when a cop comes knocking at love’s door, just how strong is your resolve to keep your heart under lock and key?

☆ warnings/notes: nsfw. mdni. cop!daichi. single parent struggles (mention).

She once thought that love wasn’t just a game Her feelings once came from the heart

Alibis - Tracy Lawrence

Daichi, being the simple guy he is, had already decided what he wanted as you pored through the online menu. While he waited, he looked at the many pictures on your fridge. 

“Is this your nephew?”

You followed his pointed finger to a smiling image of your little boy.

You shook your head, pursing your lips into a reluctant smile. “He’s my son.”

“You have a son?” he beamed, almost offended that you hadn’t told him.

You smiled at him, finding his surprised expression almost comical. It’s not that you’d been hiding it from him per se. It’s just that you’d been keeping Daichi compartmentalized. The less he knew about you, the better. But, if anything, finding out you were a single mom would keep him from getting any closer and, in fact, might even push him away. All in all, it would go a long way towards your goal of maintaining your distance from the cop. It was a win-win situation.

“Wow…you’re a milf!” He was so serious his eyebrows knitted at the last word. You could tell this was a huge revelation for him.

Not the reaction you were expecting. You genuinely laughed with a what the fuck look. “Excuse me?”

“You’re a mom I’d like to fuck,” he explicated. “Well, more accurately, I suppose you’re a mom I have fucked.”

“I know what the fuck it means,” you said, cackling. “I can’t believe you just said that! You’re so mature, Daichi! What happened just now?”

“Sorry,” he said, putting his palms out in front of his chest. “It was a lapse in maturity, but I promise I didn’t mean for it to be derogatory. Seriously, I’ve never fucked a mom before!” The wonder in his eyes, the air of accomplishment about him was endearing. He was too cute.

“Congratulations,” you said, patting his chest as a giggle escaped your lips. “Glad you made it into the I fucked a mom club.”

Eventually, when the laughter between you died down, he called your orders in. He insisted on paying, of course. And when they asked for a name, he answered with 'Sawamura'. You tried to ignore how oddly comforting it was that Daichi gave your order his last name.

After the food arrived and Daichi made the exchange with the delivery guy, you went for the bags to carry them to the kitchen. But Daichi didn’t let go. Confused, you looked up at him. He just smiled and said, rather matter-of-factly, “I’ve got this.” That he so effortlessly and agenda-lessly took the lead knocked you back on your proverbial heels. It took a second to compute that someone was taking care of something for you. Even longer to decide that it was okay to relinquish control and let them this time. 

The two of you settled down on fluffy floor pillows between the coffee table and couch, Daichi protectively sitting nearest the door. You put a movie on, but the two of you were too enthralled with each other to pay any attention to it. You fell deeper and deeper into conversation as you ate while the movie merely served as background noise. 

You talked about your son - the nice, easy stuff. Daichi didn’t need to know about the hard stuff. He laughed when you told him that Suga was Musubi’s teacher, which was why you met and became friends. 

“So, ultimately, I have your son to thank for meeting you,” Daichi mused with a warm smile. 

You learned that Daichi was a bachelor - never married, no kids of his own. But he had grown up as the oldest of five kids in a single parent household. 

“I have the utmost respect for single parents who are trying their damnedest to raise kids on their own. I watched my mom struggle a lot. She worked her ass off. I stepped up and sort of assumed the patriarch role; did as much as I could to help her out - made sure my brothers and sisters did their homework, brushed their teeth, shit like that.” He chuckled to himself. “She used to yell at them and say ‘just wait until your big brother hears about this!’” 

You smiled, a quiet snicker hinting at your amusement. “I’m sure it meant the world to her that you helped out so much, but it must’ve been hard on you too. No kid should ever have to grow up that fast and take on that much responsibility.”

Daichi shrugged. “I agree, but I think I’m wired for it. Maybe I was placed with my particular family for that very reason. But I still wish I could’ve done more for her…”

You wondered what happened to his dad. Had he, like yours, decided he wanted a different life? Had he left his wife and kids for another woman? You could’ve asked but it would have meant crossing the self-imposed invisible line into intimacy. Better to keep things as superficial as possible. 

Frowning, you put your hand on Daichi’s and brushed your thumb over his knuckles. “I think you’re right - the universe, or whatever you believe in, put you right where you were needed most. My son can be five handfuls, but I can’t imagine what it was like for your mom to be on her own with five kids. She’s lucky to have you as a son.”

“She tells me that all the time,” he said with a laugh. “And yeah, I don’t believe in a god per se, but I do think there is some kind of higher power that we’re all connected to.”

Your eyes widened. “Exactly! It’s like the universe is a macrocosm of how we each share a connection with the rest of humanity. Like, what if we ourselves are little universes and our brain cells are really just microcosmic galaxies?”

“So, everything just comprises a meta-universe? That would mean even the quarks and shit in atoms could be entire universes…” he wondered.

You nodded excitedly. “And it just gets infinitesimally smaller and smaller, but also infinitely bigger and bigger!” Gazing into the distance as though you could see it all before you, you added, “I often wonder just how big this sort of ‘body’ really is.” Daichi watched your lips move as you spoke. He so badly wanted to kiss you.

“I don’t think there is an end or a boundary. It just kinda goes on forever,” Daichi suggested, smiling. “Also, you just said ‘infinitesimally’...”

“Yeah?” You were trying to decode the gleam in his eyes.

“That was really fucking hot,” he smirked, catching you entirely off guard.

“Oh my god.” Embarrassed, you hid your face in your hands. “Shut up. You’re such a dork!” 

“Talk nerdy to me, baby…” Daichi joked in a seductive tone.

“Don’t make fun of me!” you said, poking a finger into his side and consciously repressing the pang of hope that resonated in your heart when he called you ‘baby’, even though you knew it had only been in jest.

“I’m not making fun! I’m serious,” he retorted, protecting his torso. “I happen to think intelligence is sexy, okay?”

When the movie was over, you both agreed that it was high time to put the leftovers away and discard the trash. You each went to one of the bathrooms in your house, agreeing to rendezvous at the sofa afterwards. 

When you returned, you found Daichi lying on his back, doing his best to spread the throw blanket out. Preoccupied, he didn’t see you hiding a smile behind your fingers as you walked towards him.

You laid down on top of him, between his legs, with the blanket pulled up to your shoulders. It was hard to focus on the movie with the weight of Daichi’s gentle hand resting on your back. You fought the battle, but ultimately lost the war with sleep. You dozed off to the sure, steady sound of his heartbeat and the mindless strokes of his thumb on your back. 

Daichi noticed you were asleep when he muttered something about the movie, but you didn’t react. He looked down to see your eyelashes adorning your pretty cheek, which was smooshed against his chest, your back gently rising and falling in a contented rhythm. He smiled fondly as he took in your peaceful features, basking in the warmth that rushed to his heart. 

He couldn’t help but wonder if your son’s dad was the one who had hurt you in the past. He could sense it the night that you met, but you had shut down when he asked you about it. He wouldn’t ask again, figuring that if/when you wanted him to know, you’d tell him. Whether it was because of what you had been through or what, he wasn’t sure, but Daichi felt the overwhelming urge to keep you safe.

A couple of hours later, you awoke to the soft shaking of your shoulder and the husky grumble of Daichi’s sleepy voice. Your eyes blinked open, and, at his prompting, you sat up so he could swing his legs off the sofa and stand. You started to get up as well, but he put his hand on your thigh to stop you. 

“Let me.” 

Sooner than you could process what was happening, he scooped you up in his arms. Instinctively, you wrapped your arms around his neck and held on as he carried you back to your bed. 

After laying you down gently, he walked around to the other side while you shimmied out of your bottoms. Daichi towered over you, his dilated eyes fixed on yours as he stripped down to his boxers. You reached for him when he finally slid into bed next to you, your hands exploring his thick arms as he pulled you closer.

You carded your fingers into his dark brown hair, pulling him in for a needy kiss. Hooking his hand behind your knee, he brought your thigh to rest on his hip. Fuck, you needed him. 

Pushing your fingers under his waistband, you reached into his boxers and pulled a groan from him when you wrapped your hand around his shaft. Your tongues swirled like the remnants of dreams; your inhibition lessened more so by sleep than it had been by alcohol a few nights before. 

“Daichi…” you gasped.

He shivered at the way his name fell from your lips, like you were calling him forth to be your next breath of air. Soft sighs and wet kisses filled the dark room as he tugged his boxers off. He sucked hard enough on your skin to leave bruises and you returned the favor, pulling him to rest between your legs. Daichi rutted with slow rolls of his hips as you guided his hard cock to your entrance. His head fell to the crook of your neck, quiet gasps escaping both of you when the dripping head of his cock slipped inside your tight heat. 

He fucked you slow, but hard. Loud claps of skin with long glides of his cock. The plush of your hips dimpled under Daichi’s fingers, his hot breath fanning across your neck as you anchored one of your arms around his back. Your other hand found purchase in his hair, fisting it as your head dipped backwards and your mouth opened in a loud moan. The orgasm he fucked you through was ethereal, dreamlike as your body drifted weightlessly through waves of pleasure. 

“Gonna cum,” Daichi whispered with quickening thrusts. He swore under his hitching breath just before his hips crashed into yours one last time as he poured his hot seed inside your still-twitching pussy. He’d barely pulled out and rolled onto his back, keeping your body close to his when you both drifted off to sleep again.

Later the next day, with Daichi long gone and Subi back home, you’d been hurled back into the fray and chaos of making sure your angsty son got fed, bathed, and in bed. 

You dragged your feet to your bathroom, feeling exhausted and grateful for some much-needed alone time. As much as you had enjoyed Daichi’s company, you were not accustomed to being so…physically active. You were sore all over, becoming increasingly aware of muscles you didn’t even know you had. There were also a lot of conflicting feelings swirling around inside you, but it was all so overwhelming. You would deal with that later. 

As you undressed to get in the shower, you discovered the hickeys that Daichi had left between your thighs and decided it wouldn’t hurt to send him one last text. Thanks for the bruises on my legs, you typed, followed by an unsolicited pic of your inner thigh.

Three dots appeared at the bottom of the screen, making you smile. 

Officer Big Dick: You’re welcome, ma’am. 😏

You quickly placed your phone screen-down on your vanity and covered your face, gritting to fight the urge to jump up and down and squeal with delight. The garbled sound that escaped you was foreign, even to yourself, as you dragged your hands down your face. Pull yourself together, y/n. 

You picked up your phone again, navigating to Daichi’s contact card, thumb hovering over the little trash can icon before locking your phone and setting it back down. 

Tomorrow. You would delete it tomorrow.

ch. 6 ☆ ch. 8

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[crashdevlin]

Local Legends 3- Clear It Up

Author’s Note: This is part three of Local Legends miniseries, a nightclub AU with a bit of a twist.

Summary: The Winchesters are Lebanon legends, courting controversy like any wealthy family does. Y/n has always been interested in the gossip, but never had cause to be a part of it, until she runs into Dean Winchester at his nightclub and gets the fabled black business card that lets her into the VIP lounge.

Pairing: Dean x Reader, OMC (Rick) x Reader

Word count: 3046

Story Warnings:  cheating/infidelity, angst, guilt, shame, relationship angst,

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Your eyes barely lifted as Rick entered the apartment on Monday morning. He sighed as he dropped his bag by the door and leaned back against it. “You’re still mad at me?”

“Maybe. I’m not sure. How was Lawrence?”

“It was a lot of my family being asses. A lot of congratulating my sister for marrying up, whatever that means. It was stupid.”

“Well, aren’t you glad you missed a weekend with me for it?” He sighed again and stepped away from the wall. “But I guess it worked in our favor because I got a $600 tip on Saturday. We won’t have to worry about rent this month.”

“You are still mad at me.”

“Why would I be mad?” You looked over at him and shrugged. “You haven’t touched me in months. You chose to be with your family instead of spending my first weekend off in forever with me.”

“I’ve told you why I-”

“You’ve been making excuses!” You shook your head and looked down at your lap. “You act like you don’t even want to be with me."

“Of course I want to be with you! I just...I have obligations, Y/n!”

"And I'm nowhere on that list of priorities, am I?" You threw your hands up as you stood. "You don't give a fuck about how I feel about any of this shit. You won't introduce me to your family. You won't fuck me. Why are we even together?!"

"I love you, Y/n! We’re together because we love-”

“I really feel the love, Rick!” You stomped past him to pull open the door.

“Wait, wait, you can’t leave when I just got home, Y/n.”

“Watch me!”

You weren’t crying as you got into your car. You weren’t crying as you started driving around Lebanon. You didn’t let the tears flow until you pulled your car into the parking lot at Draco Corde. You hadn’t even planned to go there, but you couldn’t deny the draw. You buried your face in your hands and let everything out in loud sobs. You almost didn’t hear the knuckles rapping on the window beside you.

You wiped your fingers under your eyes and turned to look out the window. Dean was standing there, a concerned look on his face. He motioned at you to roll the window down, and it took you a few moments to decide to hit the button. He leaned down, elbows resting on the door.

“You drive all the way out here just to hang out in the parking lot?”

“You in the habit of checking the parking lot?” you asked with a sniffle.

He gave a little shrug. “It’s a Monday. There’s not a lot of cars to check.” He licked his lips and looked you over. “Don’t look like you were plannin’ to go clubbin’.”

You shook your head. “Wasn’t planning on doing anything. Just kinda...ended up here.”

“Why don’t you kill the engine and come on inside?”

You shook your head again. “I’m not here to hang out.”

“You’re not here for anything. Come in. Have a drink on the house. Tell my bartender what’s on your mind. You don’t even have to come behind the curtain. You don’t gotta see me again all night if you don’t want.”

Your first thought was to ask ‘why’, but you knew he’d hate that, so you just twisted your key in the ignition and pulled it out as Dean stepped back from your driver’s door. You tossed your keys in your purse and got out, running a hand down your face as you slammed the door behind you. You started walking toward the club, and Dean followed with his arms tucked behind his back. He didn’t say anything, but you could feel the question.

“I had a fight with my boyfriend.”

“He, uh, find out-”

“No,” you interrupted. “At this point, I don’t know if he’d even care.”

“Oh. Is that what the fight was about?”

You scoffed. Like it was just one thing to fight about. You'd made sure that Dean knew how much you loved Rick but you were done letting him think things were great in your relationship.

"He's embarrassed of me."

"What makes you think-"

"I've never met his family." You stopped and turned to look at him. "We've been together for years. He tells me that they're bad people and I'm better off not knowing them but then they call and he disappears to see them all weekend and leaves me here by myself!"

Dean hissed a bit painfully, shaking his head. "You never met them? Ever?"

"No! I've met his manager at work and his friends from the fucking gym but I've never met his family! What the fuck?"

"Bad sign. I mean, what if there's another reason for that?" Your eyebrows came together at his question. "I mean, a worse reason. What if he's...I don’t know...a criminal? What if you've never met his family because they don't exist? Or maybe...these little trips out of town are so he can go see his other girlfriend...or his wife."

Your jaw dropped for a moment before you burst out laughing. "He's not married! And he's not a criminal! Holy shit, dude, he thinks you're a criminal!"

Dean rolled his eyes. "Course he does," he whispered before shaking his head and focusing on your face. "What could he possibly be embarrassed about you for? You're gorgeous, hardworking, smart as hell. If you're an embarrassment, what kind of people are they?"

That question hit you hard, and the next breath you took had to work to fill your chest. What kind of people would have something against you? What kind of guy would put that kind of person first?

Dean reached out and ran his hand down your neck to settle on your shoulder. "You deserve better than some jerk that can't be real with you."

"Like you?" you accused.

"Did I say that?"

"No, but...I'm assuming. Why else would you care about what I deserve? You don't know me...but you seem more concerned about me than Rick is."

He bit his bottom lip and stepped back, letting his hand drop as he pulled out his keys. "Come with me. I think it's time to clear this shit up."

"Come...where?"

"Winchester Manor. I promise...it'll make sense in fifteen minutes if you just let me show you."

You sighed and scratched the back of your neck before following him to a sleek black Chevrolet parked right near the club. You climbed in and he turned the engine over. It roared to life, making you gasp. The drive was filled with the sound of Foreigner from a cassette, which wasn't what you'd expect from a man wearing an Armani suit.

The house was huge. You'd never seen it up close, only from the highway. It was dauntingly large...but you tried not to look overwhelmed by it as you followed Dean through a large entry hall, up a marble staircase, and into a huge library. He pulled a thick book with a glossy cover off of a shelf and gestured at an armchair before taking a seat in the one directly beside it.

"I told you that we weren't always wealthy, right? Dad was a mechanic. We won a settlement after Mom died...landlord knew the wiring in our house was bad but he didn't fix it. Dad put the money in some smart investments...we ended up an eight figure family before I had hair on my chest." He cleared his throat as he flipped open the book. "Dad really wanted Mom's death to...to be worth something. He really wanted us to have the good life, ya know, so he moved us to this big house in the most affluent neighborhood in Lawrence and he put me and Sammy in private school and he got a country club membership to cultivate connections with rich folks that would never understand us."

Dean looked up from the book and caught your eyes. "And they didn’t. They called us 'New Money', treated us like crap. It was like...it was kinda Gatsby, honestly. Especially when paired with the fact that Dad's first investment was a strip club...they thought we were trashy." He looked back down and you followed his focus. The book was obviously a yearbook, you could see the class pictures. Uniforms and smiles. He thumped the page with his knuckles. "St. Michael's Prep. Three years of my life, seven of Sam's. Hell on Earth. Bunch of rich, little demons treating me like I'm less than them because my dad's a smut peddler. Like our money is any less green."

He sighed as he flipped to a page showing the student council. "Worst demon of the lot was the student council president our senior year. Richard Hamilton Downey-French...the third. Or as you know him..." Dean rolled his eyes as he turned the book to let you see it better. "Rick Downey."

Your eyes went wide, shock flowing through you. You pulled the yearbook into your lap and stared at the picture. It was him, your boyfriend, eighteen years old and smiling from behind a podium with "St. Michael's Preparatory School" on its crest.

"This can't--he's not--we're poor!" you babbled out.

"You are, yeah. Richie ain't." Dean shook his head once. "He's got a trust fund with more zeros than you can count."

"Wait, wait...I don’t...I don’t understand." You looked over at Dean. "He told me he went to Lawrence High, that he had to do work study and get two other part time jobs to pay for life in college, which he paid for with grants and scholarships and-"

"Bullshit. All of that is bullshit, honey." Dean pointed at the picture. "This dickbag was...Draco Malfoy. Swear to God, first words that asshole said to me were 'my father's gonna hear about this'."

You still didn't understand. "But why?"

"Why what? Why lie? Why act like he wasn't born with a silver spoon in his mouth? Why live in a tiny, one-bedroom apartment, in a one-horse town like Lebanon?" You nodded a bit dumbly. "You'll have to ask him, but...sometime during college, he stopped comin' to the country club...his parents stopped bragging about their soon-to-be CEO son. What did he change his major to?"

"Um...I…" You shook your head. "Environmental Law."

"Ooh. Chemical Plant Daddy probably didn't like that much. You want a drink?" he asked, standing to walk over to a small wooden globe that he flipped open to reveal a bar. "Your boyfriend doesn't want you to meet his family because every word he's said about his past is a blatant lie and he doesn't want to have to watch those lies unravel. Now, I don't know how that correlates to his loss of libido the last few months, Y/n, but you can bet he didn't stop fucking you because you're unattractive or bad in bed."

"Thank you?"

"Lemme ask...how'd you guys end up in Lebanon?"

"I'm from here. Born and raised. Barely been out of the county. Rick, he came to help Jerry King with his suit against the chicken factory. There was some runoff from the plant...messin' up the cornfield. He said he...just fell in love with the place." You accepted the glass of whiskey he offered. "What about you?"

"Got tired of Lawrence. Wanted to build something new, somewhere small. From the ground up." He sat back into the armchair beside you and took a sip. "My grandpa, Henry, used to live out here...this tiny ranch house. There was nothin' out here, though. Typical small town Americana. Perfect place to build something real."

"So you built a nightclub?"

"Built a house first," he said, gesturing at the walls. "Then a club." He licked his lips and looked at the book in your lap. "When I saw Richie in the post office a few years ago...I was shocked. Lebanon is nowhere. The fact that we both ended up here? Had to be on purpose."

"No. Just...coincidence."

"You aren't coincidence, Y/n." Your eyes jumped to his. "For either of us, actually. See, I hired a P.I. when I saw him in town. Had to know why he was here. So Garth followed him around a while, made friends with him at the gym once he got his schedule down...got him talking about what in the world would cause him to choose to settle in Lebanon...and he talked about this sweet little thing working at Stella's Diner." Your eyebrows came together. You were working at Stella's when you met Rick. "He told Garth you were like sunshine in human form. So, I had to find out about you. Garth tracked you for a while, too. He told me all about Richie asking you out, takin' you to the Dollar Tree for snacks before he took you to the drive-in, acting like he didn't have twenty bucks to spare for concessions...and that’s when it clicked for me, what he was doin'."

"Wh-what was he doing?"

"Comin' down to your level, honey. Pretending to be the normal guy, the Lebanon guy, the guy you always saw yourself with. Levi's and plaid, not Ralph Lauren and houndstooth."

"I...I don’t-"

"He was head-over-heels for you from the minute he saw you, but he didn't want you to be part of his world, probably because he knew exactly how his world would treat a woman like you, so he needed to become part of yours." Dean reached over and put his free hand on your knee. "But he couldn't completely walk away from his obligations, could he? He could give up the fancy shit and the good life and half of the name and title his family handed him, but he couldn't walk away from them...and rumor has it, they've been wearing him down."

"What does that mean?"

"They know he's here. They know he hasn't touched a penny of their money since college. They know he's dating and living in sin with a waitress...and none of that was a big deal until Richard Downey-French Junior got sick. Pancreatic cancer, he's getting the best treatment but he's on the way out the door and Richie is his only son."

You shook your head. "So?"

"So, Rich the second wants Rich the third to take over the patriarchy when he croaks. He can't do that out here in Nowhereland...and he can't do it with the help in his bed."

You scoffed and looked away. You'd been a server long enough to have been treated that way, like the help, by many old, better-off, usually white folks...but Rick had never seen you that way...right?

"I know you don't wanna hear it, but it's what's happening. A month and a half ago, right, that's when he stopped fucking you?" Your jaw clenched and you refused to answer. "Fine. I remember you sayin' it was a month the night you came to Drac and that was two weeks ago. Just so happens, two months ago, Jillian Armstrong...his prom queen and high school sweetheart...filed for divorce from her husband. Richie's family always loved Jill. Betcha anything they're trying to get Richie to give her a call...and you might wanna check his phone to see if he already has."

You stared down at the gorgeous brunette with the crown and sash on in the picture of the prom court. She was standing next to Rick in the picture, looking happy as can be.

"I have no place to distrust Rick," you said, before standing. "I mean...you've just...you said that you knew all about me before you walked up to me at Drac. You hired a private investigator to follow me and my boyfriend. You...I have more reason to think you're a liar than him! I mean, you...did you seduce me to get revenge on your old high school bully? Because Rick isn't even that guy anymore!"

Dean stood and looked down at you as he set aside his whiskey. "You can change your name but you can't change your stripes, Y/n. He's still a spoiled little rich boy, even if he dressed down his personality for a shot with you. He wouldn't even tell you about his past. Means he doesn't really see a future with you. And ya know what? Yeah. I seduced you to stick it to Richie but fuck me if he wasn't right when he called you sunshine because after I got to know you-"

You turned away from him, stomping toward the door. You weren’t going to listen to this. He rushed ahead of you, putting himself between you and your exit.

"After I got to know you a bit...that attitude and that smile and the way you didn't want to take my money because you really do have a lot of integrity despite the fact that I convinced you to fuck around and that says something, by the way, that I was able to get you to fuck around. You wanted it." You sneered up at him, seething at the accusation. "Maybe not with me but you wanted an out, a reason to end it. Or maybe you just really wanted an orgasm...or a story. But you weren’t seduced by me...you were seduced by you. You wanted something. I provided."

"If I wanted it over, I would have broken up with-"

"You thought you were in love!" he exclaimed, throwing his hands up. "Or think, maybe, but you can't be in love when you don't even know the man. You know nothing about him. He didn’t even tell you his real name!"

"You don't know him! You're working from a fifteen-year-old idea of Rick! He's not that man anymore!"

"No, of course not." Dean stepped out of your way and looked down. "He walked away from the blood money and pain and I guess that makes him a hero. But he’s still been lying to you for years...and that man, he doesn’t deserve you.”

“What he deserves...I don’t even know what that means anymore,” you said, pulling open the door and stomping out.

[chal-latte]

heyy, I don't know if you are taking requests, but I had an idea:

the reader is leonardo dicaprio's daughter, and she met timothée on the set of don't look up (she was visiting leo), and they start going out or something like that.

thanks ;))

HIYA!! tysm for the ideaaa so cute sry it took so longgg this is so cute i like making it :) hope it does the job!!

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y/i/n dad asked me to visit him on set. i agreed just bcs i wanted to meet jennifer lawrence.

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lilamoss hi leo :)

↪️ y/i/n no lila

↪️ y/i/n no lila

fanpage28 i always love seeing her with leo’s friends they look like family 

fanpage37 thought you would say timothee lol

gisele ❤️

jessejostark U rock

arianagrande omg you didnt tell me you were visiting

↪️ y/i/n it was a quick visit :( i’ll come back for you babe

↪️ kidcudi @y/i/n be quick cause there is someone else who wants to meet you too 

↪️ y/i/n @kidcudi lol i’ll visit u too cudi dw

fanpage84 bet that someone else isnt cudi LOL 

leonardodicaprio but proceeds to hug me while shedding a tear

↪️ y/i/n i literally did not do that 

fanpage88 yall seeing timothee’s username there???

alanabc and cate. can never forget cate. 

↪️ y/i/n we didnt meet oops

fanpage29 I would die if timmy dates leo’s daughter its the epitomy of perfection

fanpage45 since when does timmy know y/n?

↪️ fanpage47 since her father is timothee’s costar? 

tchalamet posted a story!

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y/i/n have a break feel the sun

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lanadelrey you look exceptional, miss you 

↪️ y/i/n i was literally listening to florida kilos! i miss you too :(( come to new york 

arianagrande so vibrant today🥰

fanpage90 it looks like the same park timothee posted on his story?

tchalamet okay

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fanpage84 how tf do yall link things together 

chrisevans enjoy your date kids

fanpage11 WHO IS SHE DATING

fanpage23 EVERYBODY SAY THANKS CHRIS FOR GIVING US AN ANSWER

fanpage21 I SAW Y/N AND TIMOTHEE TOGETHER THEY WERE AT A PARK NEAR MY HOUSE

sydneylcarlson get that bag get that head 

fanpage48 OKAY??? SO ITS TRUE???

fanpage77 LOL SYDNEY YAS GIRL

fanpage32 PLS HELP I JUST WALKED PAST THEM 

fanpage74 two of my fav nepo babies getting together🥰🥰🥰

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pauline.chalamet pretty girl

↪️ y/i/n two pretty best friends with ya <3

zendaya she is the moment 

arianagrande congratulations tim!! 

fanpage11 THEYRE DATINGGGGG AAAAH

fanpage28 theyre rumored to be dating but i think this confirms it all

lilamoss she’s mine

↪️ tchalamet she says the otherwise 🤷‍♂️

fanpage38 FUUUUUUUCKKKK TIMOTHEE

fanpage91 KJSHGJHASKGJHSJG Y/N SAYING SHES TIMMY’S DID SOMETHING TO ME 

fanpage48 I NO LONGER CAN FUNCTION 

alanabc BABYGIRL

chrisevans remember, protection! 

↪️ y/i/n CHRIS you are embarrassing!!! wait til dad heard abt it 

↪️ chrisevans @y/i/n and that’s what she always say. love you kid, be careful

↪️ tomholland2013 @y/i/n @chrisevans i agree with chris 

↪️ tchalamet @tomholland2013 @y/i/n @chrisevans you guys are something else 

fanpage12 CHRIS’ COMMENT SENT ME 

fanpage83 HER RELATIONSHIP W CHRIS IS SO FUNNY HE’S LIKE LEO BUT KNOWS HOW TO USE INSTA

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[choitoru-toso]

Well. December 13th. I still don't sleep at night, but I'm not going to get off the subject. "SITTING AT THE COMPUTER." (I repeat, this is just my idea, do not look for this game in Steam or on other play platforms.)✦

★★★★★★★★★★★★★★⏤͟͟͞͞(Part 2)

But, you don't believe an anonymous person by hiding it. 3 days pass, everything is quiet. You just check the mail on your computer, and you see 6 new messages from anonymous. He becomes romantic and caring. What's the matter with him?- You think, reading the tender messages sent with fake love. Anonymous is persistent. And, he is determined. He invites you on a date, persuading you with all his might. You decide to make a joke. "After the incident when I went on a date with a ghost in a bar, I had enough, dear." But, the anonymous person changes dramatically in communication. This joke seemed to him too insulting and cheeky towards him. There are threats coming in. You opened up to him too much at the beginning of the game. He knows where you live and other information that is important for finding a person. He will find you if you refuse him. He'll take pity if you listen. Regardless of the gender of the anonymous person, he loves obedience and love. Be vigilant and careful. Anonymity is good. Or is this a prank? These questions torment you. But that won't stop the relentless time. This is the date of your date. Your anxiety scale is on top. Lifting him to the top will be deadly, you have heart problems. You dress as comfortably and appropriately as possible. There are 25 clothing options. This includes combinations of shorts and hoodies; T-shirt and shorts, and more. The hour has come. At the last moment you change your mind, you grab your heart out of fear. Tinnitus. There is a knock on the door. Persistently. But.. You're losing consciousness. You woke up in your hallway. I see you've just had a seizure. According to your watch, you've been lying

on the floor for 5 hours. Your front door..It's not locked. You're starting to shake. You can't get up. Legs? You're scared to look. You don't feel them. Are there none? Who ate them?

- AAAAHHH..Oh

You wake up in your bed.

- LEGS?! where..WHERE ARE MY FEET!

You pull off the cold blanket. There's nothing wrong with your body parts. And the legs are in place.

- PHEW..DID IT SEEM LIKE IT? OR...

you get up carefully. You feel bad. You check the front door-it's locked. But..What's on the kitchen table? There is a bloody Poppy on your kitchen table. (a reference to me, Lawrence Oleander from the BTD universe). You're getting scared. Because..You didn't bring this flower. You live alone, and only you have the keys to your apartment. You go around the whole apartment for security purposes. No one. You cannot understand and accept what has happened. You drink painkillers and sedatives. Ventilate the apartment, and go to bed. Have you forgotten about anonymity?.. 09:00. You wake up with fresh thoughts. Do you decide to go to a meeting? If your answer is: ≪No!≫ Then, alas, the next day the bloody Poppy flowers will let you know that you are not alone here. That's the first ending-"anonymous wanted to be nice." If your answer is: ≪Yes!≫ Then, I congratulate you. You apologize and make an appointment in 3 days. Now you are ready for sure. The place for the meeting was chosen by an anonymous person. This is another pub on the outskirts of the city, called in a strange way-

The "Funny Fox and the Drill" (a reference to Ren and Strade in the BTD universe). This bar reminds you of your childhood...About a dark childhood. You are being escorted frightening memories of violence and beatings against you between the ages of 7 and 16. Are you okay? You're here. You arrived just in time. A slender and gorgeous woman (similar to Celia from the TPOF universe) with shiny brown curly shoulder-length hair is approaching you. She has blue eyes. She is dressed in a businesslike manner: she is wearing a strict jacket with dark green cuffs; strict trousers; a belt with a butterfly penknife attached to it; under the jacket the lady has a shirt, it sparkles. The lady has magnificent earrings made of apotite, phosphoillite, rutile. He wears a necklace with semi-precious stones around his neck. It is represented by the name you chose at the beginning of the game. If your anonymous person is a man:

he looks very much like Strade from the BTD universe or Mason, from the TPOF universe. A slender, stocky man with neck-length brown hair and green eyes. He also introduces himself by the name you have chosen. He is dressed very well: he is wearing dark blue cargo jeans; as well as a bronze-colored shirt. As strange as it might seem, he wears sneakers, although he looks 40 years old.

- Whoa, baby, you're good.

With each anonymous option, you have a nice heart-to-heart conversation. Both options are, at first glance, perfection itself from paradise. But don't forget that this is a Horror movie. Later, you go home.

✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦

‼️‼️‼️PART 3 ≪SITTING AT THE COMPUTER≫, I WILL RELEASE IT ON DECEMBER 16TH.‼️‼️‼️

[larabiatasstuff]

Can you do when are married to terry and are at the dojo when the fight with Daniel happens

Of course 🙏Thanks for the request anon 🖤

I was on my way home from work when I drove past the dojo. I knew something wasn't right as I saw cars parking in front and the lights were still on. I parked my car and entered the dojo. There were so many people students of Cobra Kai, Miyagi Do and Eagle Fang. Also Amanda LaRusso and Carmen Diaz. I looked around and saw Terry and Daniel LaRusso fighting. "No stop it, both of you. Nobody needs to get hurt tonight." Terry looked at me wide eyed "Please go home my love I don't want you to get hurt." Suddenly LaRusso turned his attention to me "My love? You are his wife? How can a nice person like you be together with a monster like him?" I took a step forward "Don't you dare talk about him like that. Go get your wife and your students and leave." he shook his head "I can't do that. It ends tonight. But I'm really sorry for you." he then turns to Terry and starts attacking him. I wanted to do something, tried to get between them but the students held me back. I was able to free myself when I saw LaRusso kicking Terry so hard he fell into the glass shelves. I rushed over to him tears running down my face. "Oh my god honey are you okay? Are you hurt? Talk to me Terry." he was still lying on the floor gasping for air. "Please... Go home my love I don't want you to..." "Mister Silver we have a few questions. You're coming with us tonight." a police officer who stood next to us said and put Terry in handcuffs. "Wait wait is that really necessary? He might be hurt, why do you do that?" he sighed "Ma'am you can come to the police station and we talk about everything but for now your husband is coming with us." I hugged Terry as tight as I could and looked him in the eyes "I'm coming to get you out of there honey. I promise. I love you Terry stay strong for me." they didn't let him answer, the officer just dragged him away from me. The anger was rising inside of me. I kicked a trophy which was lying on the floor and stepped out of the dojo. I saw Terry sitting in the police car seconds before they drove away with him. And I saw the LaRussos, Lawrence and his girlfriend cheering. I walked over to them "Congratulations, I hope your happy now." LaRusso wanted to say something but I cut him off "I just want you to know that this isn't over. You will regret what you did to him, to us. You will pay for that." with that I turned around and got into my car. I had to get to Terry as fast as possible.

[gonehollywoodrp]

CONGRATULATIONS, GRACE! your role of JENNIFER LAWRENCE has been accepted and we’re happy to welcome you to GONE HOLLYWOOD! now that your application has been accepted, here are a few things that you should do and we’re looking forward to seeing you on the dash!

send your account in within 24 hours.

follow everyone on the blog roll.

follow all the tracked tags.

make sure you’re following all the guidelines for your new role.

send us a message if you’d like a link to our OOC blog.

OOC:

NAME/ALIAS: grace

AGE: 25

TIME ZONE: eastern

PRONOUNS: she/her

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IC:

PREFERRED CELEBRITY: jennifer lawrence.

BACKUP CELEBRITY: maya hawke.

CELEBRITIES GENDER: cis woman.

CELEBRITIES PRONOUNS: she/her.

AGE & BIRTHDAY: august 15, 1990.

CAREER: actress.

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OTHER:

WANTED CONNECTIONS: gimme that hunger games renaissance w/ josh hutcherson, alexander ludwig, isabelle fuhrman, amandla stenberg, jack quaid, emma stone, zoe kravitz, bradley cooper, and anyone else jen’s worked with.

GUIDELINES PASSWORD: rfp.

DO YOU WANT YOUR CELEBRITY INCLUDED IN THE GOSSIP BLOG?: rfp.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: rfp.

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ANYTHING ELSE:

MISC: gonna be bringing jen in as divorced from cooke maroney, and with no children if that’s alright (just don’t feel comfy since she’s expressed her own discomfort with him being photographed/talked about in her professional life).

[versadies]

Dan!! congratulations again 💕💞💕💞 !!!

can I have a pile em up with lotus seed soup, sakura mochi, apple cider and ketchup? did I get the names right?

‿୨♡୧‿︵ BON APETIT MY FELLOW CUSTOMER ! ︵‿୨♡୧‿

name of order: i was enchanted to meet you

date: diluc (with lawrence!gn!reader)

receipt: pile em up (diluc ragnvindr), lotus seed soup (arranged marriage), sakura mochi (angst), apple cider (song-fic), ketchup (hc/bulleted-points fic)

spices: angst/no-comfort, unrequited love, cheating (emotionally), diluc can’t catch a break with the angst here, and divorce

ingredients: it was evident to diluc that this marriage won’t last. despite your heart belonging to someone else, he never stops thinking of how he’s enchanted to meet you.

chef’s note: tysm bestie !! you got the names right dw :DDD

there i was again tonight – forcing laughter, fake smiles

same old tired lonely place

diluc was used to watching you from afar with an unexplainable look plastered on his face.

seeing you laugh with your dearest friends as your husband serves more drinks made his stomach to churn, desiring to hear more of your precious laughter that are a blessing to his ears.

it’s no lie to others that the richest man in the land is married to the most hated person in the land as an arrangement by both the ragnvindr and the lawrence clans. regardless of what your ancestors had done, diluc saw you past that and fell in love deeply.

anyone could see how helplessly in love the man was to you, who seems to have never blinked an eye to the man of every women in mondstadt’s dreams.

everyone was curious, just what do you not love about your husband? was it his aloof personality? or perhaps you’re too ashamed to fall in love with a clan that your family hates?

the only person who know this is diluc himself.

the man could read you like an open book after spending years by your side from childhood, and it’s all clear to him that you’ll never look at him the way he does to you.

why look at diluc, when you’re already looking at someone else that way?

walls of insincerity, shifting eyes and vacancy,

vanished when i saw your face

all i can say is, it was enchanting to meet you

diluc was used to seeing the name “thoma” from letters he sees when checking his mailbox.

seeing your face lit up when adelaide informs you about receiving another letter made your husband’s heart ache, wanting to go back to the days when he remains unaware of how thoma is actually your secret lover and not just a penpal.

it’s no lie that the red-haired man doesn’t actually know who the person is behind the letters sent to his spouse. regardless of finding out who “thoma” is after accidentally overhearing a conversation between you and your dear sister eula, diluc still lets you indulge yourself in writing to your secret lover.

no one could see how the richest man in mondstadt is heartbroken over the most hated person in the land, whose heart belongs to the chief retainer in inazuma.

he was curious, just what does thoma have that made you love him instead of your own spouse? was it the so-called kindness laced in the housekeeper’s expression that diluc could no longer have? was it the fact that he has jokes that made you laugh that diluc could never do on his own?

the only person who knows this is you yourself.

despite knowing you so much, there were still things diluc never got to know about you. he will never learn what made you love thoma, but that seems to be enough for the red-haired man to mind his business and not let you suffer in this marriage anymore.

your eyes whispered, “have we met?”

across the room your silhouette

starts to make its way to me

you’re used to feel like you’re being watched.

catching your husband looking at you is something common to you nowadays. there’s not a single time when you did not catch diluc’s eyes on you during parties such as this, but you didn’t mind, knowing full well he’s just keeping an eye out for you. besides, it was better than the stares you received from people in the city.

present time, you and diluc are currently holding a small party in dawn winery to celebrate your birthday with your friends. as much as you’re grateful that everyone has celebrated your birthday with you, your heart yearns for a certain man you haven’t seen for years.

it’s no lie that even after not seeing thoma since childhood, your love for him never wavered – with his the same. regardless of your clan that everyone hates, thoma still loves you the same. so when he confessed in a letter that he’s a housekeeper in a powerful clan with duties to fulfill, you did not hesitate and wrote many paragraphs about how you don’t care, still loving him as he did with you.

your sister, eula, could see how the most hated person in the land is helplessly in love with a man who’s in another nation with no plans in coming back just yet.

she was curious, to be honest. just how strong is your love for one another? who‘s to say how your husband would react if he ever find out about your secret affair?

the only person who knows this is diluc himself.

the darknight hero wanted to be angry, or better yet feel selfish and destroy every single letters from thoma before it could reach to you and make you think your lover no longer loves you – but his goal in making you the happiest person along with his kindness is too strong for that.

he couldn‘t bare to live life with you staring at him in hatred after doing the unforgivable.

besides, just seeing you smile as you read letters that are written by someone else is enough for diluc. whatever makes you happy, he’ll be happy too even if his heart aches than every muscle that’s strained from the battles he fought in.

he’d rather live life knowing you‘re seeing someone else, knowing that this marriage is something you’re unwilling to do.

the playful conversation starts,

counter all your quick remarks like

passing notes in secrecy

you remind diluc that you still care about him.

it’s always the small things you do that made your husband understand. you care, just in a way a friend does.

it’s the way you sometimes come inside his office with snacks that you made and a glass of grape juice just for him, lightly scolding him to always take a break and leave when you placed the meal on his desk.

it’s the way you’re helping him take out abyss mages and always watch his back, patting his shoulder before the both of you continue to go to your separate ways and find more abyss monsters to fight.

it’s the way you quietly make fun of the knights that made his lips twitch upward, only to try and hide it when you pointed it out and tease him to no end.

it’s the way you show that you care for him that made diluc love you more.

he knows he has to stop his feelings, but the man could only leave it be, wanting to enjoy more on the delusions in his head that the way you show him you care is also a way you show him that you love him too.

by the end of the day, they’re just delusions that’ll never be a reality.

and it was enchanting to meet you.

all i can say is i was, enchanted to meet you.

diluc reminds you that he still loves you.

it’s the small things he does that made you understand. he loves you, just a way a husband does to his spouse.

it’s the way he always puts his claymore beside your weapon, thinking that you wouldn’t notice, but you do. the sight of his red claymore and your weapon being beside each other is common.

it’s the way he always checks up on you after the both of you fought abyss mages and hilichurls by the end of the night, making sure no injuries are in sight on your body despite your protests that you’re alright.

it’s the way he always looks at you whenever someone in the same room makes a joke, wanting to see if you‘d laugh. you honestly find it a bit endearing, especially the small smile that formed in his face when you laughed.

it‘s the way he didn’t hesitate to hug you when the both of you found out at the same time that inazuma has suddenly closed its borders, along with the announcement of the vision hunt decree in the secluded nation of eternity. you knew deep down that diluc knows why you’re crying, yet he still hugs you nonetheless.

it’s the way he does these things that made you feel bad that you don’t love him the same.

you knew you had to find some way to end this marriage for both of you and diluc’s sakes, but you could only leave it be, unsure how your husband would react if you come up to him and say you want to break his father’s last wish before his passing.

by the end of the day, that was just a wishful thinking of his father. a marriage where both you and diluc would be happy in that will never happen in this lifetime.

this is me praying that

this was the very first page

not where the story line ends

you remind thoma his homeland that he longs to visit.

it’s the way you write that reminded the housekeeper of people making love poems during windblume festivals. your words of your strong love for him never fails to make his cheeks turn red as his smile never fades away on his face (something that ayaka is relieved to see whenever the housekeeper had bad days).

it’s the way your letter is sent by an eagle that was made from your very vision (just like that strange adventurer with her bird that you sometimes write about in your letters) that reminded thoma of the familiar winds that blew around the land when he was but a child.

it’s the way you sometimes write how you’re looking forward to show thoma how much mondstadt has changed that made him yearn for the day when he comes back to his homeland.

thoma knew that he won’t ever have the chance to come back because of his duties in the kamisato clan and inazuma being closed off from the rest of the nations.

by the end of the day, the housekeeper could only dream of reuniting with you once more.

my thoughts will echo your name, until i see you again

these are the words i held back, as i was leaving too soon

i was enchanted to meet you

diluc could only stare as you cry.

it had been weeks since he last saw adelaide coming up to you with a letter and although the man doesn’t know much about thoma, he wondered what happened to the chief retainer that made him stop writing letters to you.

since then, your husband watched as you slowly go back to the person he used to see during your engagement, a miserable lawrence teen who felt suffocated from the arranged marriage.

those days were the days when diluc felt guilty the most. just watching his fiancé suffering and crying every night was something that made his heart ache. he knew it must’ve suck for you to be offered by your family to his father as if you’re some object in a shop without your will.

he remembered how he often begged for his father to stop this marriage, only for crepus to give him an apologetic look and say that there’s no going back, never telling his own son the reason why the marriage happened in the first place.

seeing you so sad was something diluc didn’t want to see ever again.

“forgive me,” you whispered as you clutch his coat in tears. “forgive me for being in love with someone else.”

diluc swallowed down the lump in his throat, awkwardly wrapping his arms around you as you continue to cry on your shared bed. “don’t apologize, lo– y/n.” he said reassuringly, his heart ached when he hears your cries. “i’m sure.. i’m sure thoma is alright.”

“what if.. what if he isn’t? what if the vision decree got him and.. killed him?”

“that won’t happen. he’s a part of a powerful clan.” he retorts, rubbing your back comfortingly. “he won’t let himself be killed, not when he hasn’t reunited with you yet.”

your husband could feel your grip on his clothing slowly loosening, the sound of your cries started to die down. he hesitates to say the words he dreaded to say, but he knew he has to say it now or never.

“..once inazuma opens their borders, you and i can divorce.”

he hears your breath hitch as he continues, “i know this marriage won’t do us good and i don’t want the both of us to suffer anymore. i‘ll escort you to liyue and send you over to inazuma so you can reunite with thoma.”

you slowly look up to diluc, your eyes widened in shock. “but.. what about you? what about my sister?”

he gives you a reassuring look. “don’t worry about me. i’ll be fine. i’m sure eula would be happy to know that you would finally become happier with the person you love most.”

you continued to stare at your husband for a few moments, before letting out a relieved sigh as though the heavy weight on your shoulders has been lifted and lean forward on your spouse.

“thank you diluc.”

please don’t be in love with someone else

please don’t have somebody waiting on you

please don’t be in love with someone else

please don’t have somebody waiting on you

diluc could only watch as the ship finally arrives in liyue.

as soon as the both of you are officially divorced, you started packing your things in dawn winery and let diluc take you to the city harbor, where you can finally go to inazuma and reunite with thoma once more.

while people start to walk out from the ship, you took your time to bid your farewell to eula and diluc.

in all his years spent with you, the man had never seen you glow.

“i’ll see you when i can, sister.” you said as you wrap your arms around eula, who immediately hugs you back with a sad smile. “it won’t be the same without you, y/n. the people in mondstadt will surely miss glaring at you.”

you let out a small laugh in response. “oh i’m sure they will. do send my regards to the acting grandmaster and the knights of favonius, will you?”

eula nodded before the both of you break away from your hug. diluc felt a bit tense the moment your eyes lands on him, unsure what to do.

to his surprise, you immediately hug him.

“thank you again for this, diluc.” you said. “i can only wish you the best while i’m gone. i’m sure there’ll be someone who loves you just as much as you love them.”

diluc hums in response, hugging you back. “this is all i can do for letting you suffer in our arranged marriage. i wish you the best as well with thoma, i’m sure he’ll treat you better than i did.”

you shook your head in response, breaking your hug. “you treated me enough. my only regret is that i didn’t.” you said with a sad smile.

before diluc could say anything else, the ship lets out an alarm, followed by one of the sailors yelling that the ship will be sailed soon.

you let out a sigh. “i suppose this is it then. goodbye diluc, eula.”

the man tried to reach out to you as you immediately ran away towards the ship without taking a look back, wanting to say more to you.

you treated me well enough too, he thought to himself, watching your ship about to set sail.

this night is sparkling, don’t you let it go

i’m wonderstruck, blushing all the way home

i’ll spend forever, wondering if you knew

you could only watch in awe as you arrive in inazuma.

as soon as the ship finally stops, you were the first one to come out and head towards the central processing area, excited to finally see the familiar blonde man that you love and know.

every step you take build your nervousness in meeting thoma. what if he doesn’t know you and the person you’ve been writing to was just a fake? what if you’re not allowed to go to narukami island? what if thoma doesn’t like you because of your face?

you stopped your tracks when you saw a man standing not too far away from where you are, tossing around his mora without noticing you.

it’s him.

“thoma?” you called out nervously, too shocked to move from where you’re standing as you watch the blonde-haired man turning around to your direction in surprise.

“y-y/n?” he exclaims, his smile widens when he realizes it’s you.

you didn’t hesitate to drop your things before running towards the love of your life, letting out a laugh when he ran as well before tackling you first with a hug.

“it’s really you!” he said, taking a step backward and cup your cheeks. ”i missed you so much.”

you place your hand on his, cheeks aching from your smile. “i missed you too.. you had no idea how worried i was when i found out that your vision was almost taken!”

the both of you ignored the way some people watch you from afar, curious to who the infamous fixer is hugging. the both of you are too focused in relishing each other’s affection after so many years of being separated.

as you and thoma immediately head towards the central processing of ritou with your things, you could only pray to celestia that maybe in the next lifetime, diluc can be happier just as you are now.

this night is flawless, don’t you let it go

i’m wonderstruck, dancing around all alone

i’ll spend forever, wondering if you knew

i was enchanted to meet you

[ let go of the illusion that it could’ve been different. ]

[bbiemochi]

can i request enemies to lovers with diluc where him and reader meet while diluc is doing his darknight hero duties , the reader is a knight and patrols at night around the same time diluc does

so maybe the reader sees diluc and thinks he’s a bad guy and tackles him but then realizes it’s just master diluc…

and maybe they have a rivalry and eventually fall in love

fem or gn reader

𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚞𝚜 | diluc ragnvindr x reader

[an]: ah yes, enemies to lovers ☕️ hello there anon! ^w^ this story had been in my draft for so long and i would like to apologize for that, i rlly suck at continuing to write ;-; tysm for requesting ! <33

summary: you never believed in the urban legend which is the so-called ‘darknight hero’ in the city of mondstadt. as a knight, it’s your duty to protect civilians of your town at evenings…until you ran into him…

pairing: diluc ragnvindr x fem!knight!reader!

genre: fluff, [enemies to lovers, slow burn ]

***

that wasn’t expected, you were chosen.

chosen to be a fully wielded knight of favonius. it wasn’t a dream, this was real. you were finally chosen to be a knight. as the grand acting master stood in front of you, congratulating you from being chosen, a smile swipes against your face, saluting right at her path.

“on this day forward, you are claiming your title as the phantom knight of the knights of favonius.”

and so a whole new chapter began to write down your story. with a sword in your hands, and vision clasped on your waist, you swore to the god of wind that you would serve rightly as one of the new seniors of the knights of favonius.

the first time you entered the headquarters as a fully pledged knight, amber helped you by touring you around the hq, and even giving you a play to stay in. lisa welcomed you to her library, eula wasn’t that much talkative towards you due to you knowing about the history of the lawrence clan, which is her family, and the calvary captain; kaeya was as cocky as ever.

as the title of phantom knight of the knights of favonius, the acting grand master requests that you roam around the city at night, making sure the city and along with the civilians are safe at the darkest hours when the sun shines no more. this of course, you obliged proudly as one of the new captains serving—ordering politely to your new junior knights helping alongside you. the atmosphere as a new senior knight made you excited, even wondering where this new title will take you.

however, there’s this ‘something’ that you need to take note and remember. you see, every time you get overly delighted about one happening and start to think about one thing’s to happen…it always ended up in some sort of…disaster. yet you were evidently naive to know.

such as this for example.

“a bunch of slimes started attacking in the front gate along with a bunch of hilichurls to wreck the front gate of mondstadt…errr, but the damage wasn’t much big—we took care of it straight away, captain y/n,” a knight informs straight to you one late night. “though, we are worried that there’s still some remaining enemies at the back gate.”

nonchalantly, you piled the files up in one drop and send the knight a smile before handing over the reports to him, showing no sign that this was new to you after a week of being a new knight. “if there was, i’ll be sure to patrol at it as soon as possible, don’t worry. me and guy can take care of the back gate,” you said. the knight stretches out a reassuring smile and salutes, bowing after to show respect towards your answer. “understood. so, for the front gate should it still be—

crash!

a loud sound erupted between your conversation with the knight, causing you both to squirm and turn around behind to look towards where the sound came from. based on how hard the impact must’ve been, you were assuming attacks from the back gate you two were just discussing about. “what was that!?”

“go to the front gate immediately! i’ll take the situation from here!” you told the knight in slight panic, bringing out your weapon along with your vision getting ready for battle. the knight looked over at you, “should i call for backup??”

“just wait for my call, now go…!” you apprised, before the knight nodded in return, saluted and scurried away on the way to the mentioned gate—while you made your way towards the back. the night was still long when you have a feeling like time was swallowing you slowly as you ran through the depths of darkness, heart pounding loudly on your chest as the sounds of crashing began to become more clear in every second through your hearing.

as you made it to the back gate, catching your breath from running down the long stairs, a huge gust of wind suddenly came across your figure, your arms hovering over yourself to avoid being blown away. quickly pulling your weapon out of your hands, your eyes were immediate and met upon an abyss mage, fainted and groaning softly on the ground while a couple of hilichurls were also found knocked down near the gate. this time, a gust of bewilderment came to your sighting. what in the dear archons name happened here? and who was strong enough to do this within seconds?

these were in no shape to distract you enough when in the corner of your eyes did you see a mysterious shadow knocking down one last hydro mage to the ground, and in these circumstances in mind, did it not take a second for you to run towards the dark silhouette and bring them down to the ground. “stop!” you yelled, before pushing the figure sticking to the concrete floor.

the person was struggling, and boy were they a bit tough—and you made sure to stick your blade close to their neck. “stop moving or i will strike…” you warned, and that let them stop for a bit, before they pushed you off them with greater force, causing you to fall back. “hey! stop right…” a hitch at your throat. “there…”

your voice went softer and lower in every word you spilled upon looking at the mysterious silhouette who was dusting off their coat and fixing their gloves. red hair…dark and thick coat…wait a sec he looked familiar…

“wait a minute aren’t you…?” a finger was raised, and the figure flinched. “aren’t you the owner of the winery…angel’s share…? was it?” the figure stood up to run away but you took hold of their arm and they pulled away, harshly. yet you managed to let them stay hold again. “hey, hold on, sir! if i’m not mistaken you’re di—

just then, a gloved hand was topped over your mouth, and your voice became inaudible around. for the first time in years of your stay in mondstadt, ruby red eyes met with your sparkling and curious e/c pupils. a finger on top of his lips, “shhhh…! be quiet…!” he spoke softly underneath his breath. you pushed his hand away, “be quiet?! why would the owner of mondstadt’s greatest winery be here this late at night..!? it’s dangerous…! don’t tell me you did this, did you…!?” you questioned the red headed civilian. a gasp escaped your throat, “wait a sec…are you the—

“shh…!” his gloved hand met with your mouth again once more. “i said hush down…geez, you’re gonna start more trouble in this time. are the knights really this troublesome?” he commented before letting go of your mouth. an irk mark popped down your forehead. that comment really hit a spot near your head. “troublesome!? who’re you calling troublesome!?” you barked, and the more he ignored you by fixing his ‘fancy’ clothing the more irritated you got. no wonder why the calvary captain liked to talk behind this guy’s back, he was colder than cryo himself!

diluc ragnvindr. part of the ragnvindr clan and the current owner of angel’s share and the dawn winery after the old owner passed away due to some unknown reason not shared much in public. despite their well-known establishment throughout teyvat (also their wealthy well-beings around mondstadt), people loved talking, and because of that, you’ve heard diluc’s name being mentioned one or far too many times. a lot saying of how good looking he was and how charming his words are when he talks. those weren’t lies, you can tell. however…you didn’t expect his attitude to be so…different, far from the rumors you have heard. the grand acting master informed this to you before, but you decided to ignore the information she shared towards you.

“just to let you know, as a knight, it’s my duty to protect and help others!”

“i don’t think pushing a ‘normal citizen’ down the ground is considered helping others.”

“well excuse me for not knowing you were only master diluc of the dawn winery…!!” a whisper shout came out of your voice. you were just getting real mad at this point. who did this guy think he was? “for your information…” you began, placing a hand on your chest as a sign of confidence as you spoke, “i am y/n l/n, phantom knight of the knights of favonius, and you on the other hand—

“phantom knight? ah so it’s you…” diluc cuts your sentence short. “you must be the new troublemaking knight jean mentioned…” a huff after his words, crossing his arms as he stood up from the ground, “you already know who i am so there’s no need for introduction. nor idle chit chat…”

your entire body froze, confusion entering your mind as you thought. ‘troublemaking knight!?? did master jean really had to share my new reputation to him out of all!? i’d rather have the honorary knight do the beating for me if that was allowed!’

fists balling up as your anger began to fuel more, you took a deep breath and muttered, “just like i said, master diluc…” your teeth gritted while calling him that in such a respectful manner, “i am no knight looking for trouble. that would be completely odd out for a knight with a title, don’t you think?”

“hmph, depends on what type of knight you are…” he replies, and you had to push your rage down to the back of your head. whatever this guy’s problem was with the knights, you couldn’t care any less. sighing, you looked over at diluc with a slight annoyed expression as you fixed your gloves, “listen, sir, i have zero ideas of what made you dislike the knights somehow, but i would be glad if you head back home and leave it to the knights to take care of this matter.”

diluc uttered a small huff, sounding sarcastic when he chuckled over to you for an answer, “leave it to the knights? as if…i have my own hopes for this city. i trust some of the knights of favonius to take care some kinds of matter, but for all of the knights? hmph, my hopes are down for them. so if you’re going to report me to the knights of favonius…” he stopped, huffing out a tiny breath and sighed before speaking once more, “then go ahead. i have no arguments for that…” an eyebrow cocked up above your eyes, head tilted. and you sighed. “master diluc, you know normal civilians like you aren’t allowed to be out at this late at night and handle these sorts of danger when the knights are responsible for these types of things. however…” standing up, brushing off the small dust off of your knees and hid your weapon away, you looked at diluc with a now serious attitude wiped across your face, “i can shut up for now about this situation to report over to the knights—only once…!”

the young man across you raised a brow, visibly had a questionable look on his face while he looked at you. “but, master diluc if i see you here again one more time..! i’ll report you for sure,” you firmly informed the red head, arms crossed as you had a confident look. diluc huffed, his back turning around as he said, “hmph, i’ll make sure i won’t be seen next time, then…” before leaving you alone in the alley.

another irk mark popped in your vein in anger, “i swear to the anemo archon! you better not be here again when i patrol, diluc ragnvindr!!” a yell sheathed out of your throat, only loud for him to hear.

and thus, your small secret interaction with the darknight hero of mondstadt, began. just between the both of you.

it first was a huge exasperation to your reputation as the phantom knight, which your job was protecting mondstadt by the evening. and diluc however was always finishing your job in a stitch. though for some reason you couldn’t find yourself in reporting him in to the knights.

“you saw something odd last night?” jean interrogated you in her office. “well then, what is it? do you need a hand?” you sheepishly held both of your fingers together behind you back. “i…” a pause. and then after. “nevermind. it probably isn’t that much of a big deal anyways…” and you left jean’s office without anything else to say.

the more nights you saw diluc beating around hilichurls and nearby abyss mages, you often lend a hand (whilst having small arguments with the lad) and to be honest…it felt great. only the fighting, not the ‘helping the darknight hero’ in battle of course. you were no sidekick to someone like him. you also had your own hopes alongside the knights. what you felt overwhelmed was because of finally fighting the remaining enemies in the battle field. fighting with diluc felt like a soar to your arms.

throughout weeks and weeks, daily nights and nights—you would see him and the two of you would either ignore each other or argue (for funny reasons) and then fight off the enemies after. nothing new, it was normal to you.

you found this routine with him quite fun. seemed like you’d prefer to have someone by your side while fighting.

diluc was quite fond of this routine, also. he grew a small bond with you. and that’s for every midnight came by the clock. another knight now knew he was the so-called darknight hero of mondstadt, and that sort of was a problem. but, since you helped him like how to honorary knight lended him a hand (and the point you still haven’t reported him until this day), he thinks that you can still be at great use. “phantom knight…” he mutters, then he clicks his tongue, looking at how bright the moon was tonight while the stars collided with one another. “how troublesome for the knights to hire another knight to patrol at this hour…clever of them…”

let’s say the both of you didn’t get along well every night.

until, one full moon hour.

the usual round of the routine began as you fixed your attire and headed of outside the headquarters. you kindly greeted the knights who were guarding outside the favonius hq as you walked out with a smile, they greeted back and everything seemed to go normal. there were a few odd noises here and there, yet they weren’t as far as you expecting. at least that’s what you thought…

“help!” a voice cries, catching your attention immediately. your foot made your way over the situation and there you saw an old citizen being surrounded by hilichurls and slimes outside the back gate. you wasted no time to bring your weapon out of your hands and started to attack the slimes and hilichurls one by one, it was a bit tough due to the hilichurls multiplying every time a bunch of them falls down. the slimes were as simple as day, but these guys just won’t stop. so, you used a special skill of yours to stop them from coming forward any further. though, the cause…

“maam..” you panted, catching your breath. “…are you alri-

“you poorly trained knight! look what you did!” the old lady shouted, looking over at the wrecked stand, fruits and vegetables falling over down the tall grass. you quickly ran to picked them up and suggested to clean them for the old woman but…

“no need! lord barbatos, i spent almost a week building this stand and growing those fruits and vegetables for quinn, and you here on the other hand just wrecked it for good!” she scolded you. you opened your mouth to speak and apologize however the old lady keeps stopping your sentence every time.

the conversation and argument between you and the older lady got so loud that diluc came over above mondstadt’s tower to observe what was going on. that’s when he saw you. hands behind your back as the woman continues to scold you. “what kind of knight fights very well yet doesn’t know how to dodge things while battling evil? hmph! if only the darknight hero saved me instead, i would’ve at least had some stories to share with the flower shop owner. if only he was real…” she says, uttering the last sentence quietly. your heart thumped faster. diluc was shocked. you shakily removed your hands from your back, apologizing asking the old lady if she wanted to be fetched and walked home, but she refused. “why would i want someone like you to fetch me home? barbatos, you’ll probably wreck my house if you did. no good to be a tilted knight. good night to you, young lady..” before walking off with the fruits and vegetables in hand.

once she was gone, diluc climbed and jumped down the tower, and walked over to your figure, feeling a little concerned. “hey…” he calls, yet no answer escaped you. he walked a bit closer, and when he was about to place a hand on your shoulder, your face turned to him, and diluc never felt more sympathetic ever in his life. your face, he can’t tell what expression you were wearing but, it was a mix of anger and tears in one bowl. you were glaring directly at him with tears in your eyes and diluc stepped back. “hey, are you ok?”

you refused to answer, as you wiped your tears with your arm and walked back inside of mondstadt, leaving diluc alone back there, muddled. “i’m calling it a day, you do you, mr. darknight hero…” you told him while walking inside. diluc just stood there, alone once more.

***

“huh?”

the air blows fragrantly throughout the distance of mondstadt, birds heading off back to their nests and the moon shining as always down upon you. a huge question mark erupted above your head. that’s strange…he should be here at this hour—wait.

why were you even thinking of him? like it matters, anyways. you hated his guts after all. shrugging your shoulders, you continued to patrol the rest of mondstadt’s area, climbing the huge tower over the city while you sat down and listened to the wind blowing. it was nice yet…so lonely. you were used to being lonely.

you knew you had to stop the thoughts running through your head when another group of slimes and hilichurls started to walk straight to the gate. and you finished them off quickly. another sweat broken, it didn’t take long for you to call up the other knights and have them fix the area and patrol it while you headed up back to the tower watch.

“how are things?”

you jumped from the sudden voice erupting out from the side, almost letting your weapon slide out of your hands. it was diluc. and he was wearing his usual outfit, perfect red hair swaying while the wind blew over him. he looked…perfect. you weren’t gonna lie. he was holding onto something, a small paper bag in his left hand. sighing, you looked away with a frown, not caring to answer his small question. “what are you doing?”

“not answering me, huh? you must be really mad.” this comment made you click your tongue. “what do you wan—

his hand threw the paper bag over your lap, stopping you at your mid-sentence in surprise. out of curiosity, you opened the bag slowly, revealing a mondstadt hashbrown sitting inside the bag. your eyes sparkled in delight. diluc slides a small smile over his face when he saw your reaction, however went back to his blank expression after. “thought you could need a small break…” diluc says, grunting a little as he sat far away beside you. “jean told me you haven’t gotten much rest lately, and so i thought i could at least get you something for your hardwork.”

“she’s the one to talk…” you laughed. “how do you know i like mondstadt’s hashbrown, though…?”

“i don’t, everyone loves this,” he replies, words blunt as ever. “now eat it up before getting back to work. i’ll return to the winery for a while to get myself cleaned up.” he tells you, while motioning you to eat your small snack. you murmured a small ‘thank you’ before taking a bite, and you felt like you were seeing stars upon doing so. this thing was so goddamn delicious. you took another.

diluc had no idea you had this kind of side. and honestly? he finds it adorable. despite the both of you being sort of rivals every night, he didn’t mind having a small wholesome moment with you for at least one day. “wait a sec, aren’t you going to do your daily darknight hero duties?”

“ugh, please don’t call me that,” he complains. “and to be honest…i…” a sigh exits him. “i trust you enough to take care of this city for once at this hour.” then his finger flicked on your forehead, and you flinched when his face came close and looked at you in the eyes. “only once…” he whispers. your face was red, yet you looked away at the man, and playfully pushed his shoulders, “oh shut up…” the moon shone brightly, directing both of you two while you chatted more about the citizens and story behind this city you two shared. it was strange. what in the archons made this moment so special for you? was it because diluc was normally having a conversation with you without any small arguments? or was it because you two feel like enjoying each other’s company now?

whatever the answer was, you hope to cherish this.

“captain y/n!” a voice yells from below. you and diluc looked down to find the knights you assigned appeared to be looking for you. standing, diluc fixed his gloves and said, “well, i think it’s time for me to leave…”

“thanks for the hashbrown, master diluc.”

“no need for the ‘master.’ just call me diluc if you want…” he says, and you smiled at him for the first time. “same hour tomorrow as always?”

you grinned, closing your eyes as you smiled brightly at him. “same hour as always, diluc.”

***

a/n: HOLY FUCK IT’S FINALLY FINISHED AAAAAAAAA HOPE U LOVED IT, ANON <3

request: opened !

small tag: @dorkyhaikyu , @starry-moments

[cc-writesfor2dcharacters]

Heyyy! I dont know if I am eligible for request because my one request has been answered 😅😅😅 but I will try my luck😁

May I request the prompt *if I dont end up marrying you, I will stay single forever * please with Hakkai, Yujii, Ran & Sanzu. You can skip any if you feel like.

Congratulations againnn!💃🏻

a/n: i enjoy your requests smmm!!!! and i loved writing this request of yours this morning <33

here's the link to the pinned post, in case some of my followers wanted to join my event <33 ((if you also want a direct tag to every piece I'll be writing for this event, reply to this post or to my pinned post))

𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭: “𝐼𝒻 𝐼 𝒹𝑜𝓃’𝓉 𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝓊𝓅 𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓇𝓎𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊, 𝐼’𝓁𝓁 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓎 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓁𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇.”

𝙧𝙖𝙣 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙞 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝙝𝙖𝙠𝙠𝙖𝙞 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙗𝙖 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝙮𝙪𝙟𝙞 𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙧𝙞 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙯𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙪𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙮𝙤 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 (𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙙 *𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙠* *𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙠*)

𝙧𝙖𝙣 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙞

He genuinely enjoys the simple things with you even if his upbringing was luxurious. (This man is from Roppongi, so expect that even his parents are rich AF) So, whenever you go with him to parties at a club even if you weren’t used to it, his heart feels happy. But, every time you are with him, you’re taking the spotlight and everyone’s eyes are on you. And, instead of getting jealous, he feels this beam of pride, thinking “that’s my girl” while you danced with some of his friends. After all, at the end of the night, he’s the only one who could see you without your make-up on while wearing an oversized shirt with messy hair. He will dance with you in the kitchen, your head pressed to his chest, while his chin is resting on the top of your head. “Y/N, If I don’t end up marrying you, I’ll just stay single forever.”

It’s always the simplest moments with him. And, you’re just so happy that he wants to be with you forever even if you think you’re not worthy of his love.

𝙝𝙖𝙠𝙠𝙖𝙞 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙗𝙖

With him, you were quite not sure what he truly feels for you. Yes, you two were in a relationship, however, he still gets shy around you. Well, at least, it’s better now since he couldn’t even look at you when he first knew he liked you.

Today, you just brought him along while shopping for new clothes. You wore this white, flowy dress and you thought you looked really cute. When you got out of the changing room to show Hakkai your dress, he stood there with mouth agape. His face says it all, so you were about to go back to the changing room when he finally used his words to express his love, “If I don’t end up marrying you, I’ll just stay single forever.” You looked at him, shocked. You ran towards him and hugged him really tight; almost suffocating him. “Okay, I will. I will marry you. Even if you’re just about to kneel down, I’ll already say yes without you asking.” His face aggressively blushed.

He cupped your face and said with sincerity, “I love you, Y/N.” As simple as that, you could already feel the love flowing in his heart for you.

𝙮𝙪𝙟𝙞 𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙧𝙞

This boy is such a loveable person who never ends the day without telling you how much he loves you. You always feel like the luckiest girl when you’re with him. But, you were taken aback when he suddenly blurted out, “If I don’t end up marrying you, I’ll just stay single forever.” while you were cooking breakfast for the two of you.

“What? Don’t joke around like that, baby.” You nervously laughed because you never thought that he'd feel that way. That he wants to be with you for a lifetime. Yuji’s hands snaked through your waist and kissed your bare neck. “Of course, I have my own Jennifer Lawrence now.” You smacked him in the chest, pushing him away. “Just kidding. I have you, Y/N, and that’s way better than I hoped for. So, I’d like to be with you forever.” He said, kissing you one last time before stealing a piece of food that you were cooking…

You were grateful that you fell in love with your best friend

𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙯𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙪𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙮𝙤

You love going along with his crazy plans, and doing it with him brings you so much joy. So, the two of you found yourself being followed by the police as Sanzu drove 120km per hour. The adrenaline rushed through your body as he tried his best to lose the police. When he took a sharp turn, they weren’t able to follow him anymore, and the police just went straight to the road. Both of you were breathless from the intense occurrence. You two were laughing at how dumb and careless you could be with him. As the laughter faded, he held your chin upward and said, “If I don’t end up marrying you, I’ll just stay single forever… I don’t want to do these things with anyone other than you, Y/N.” He leaned closer to your face and closed the gap between the two of you. The simple kiss suddenly turned into a full out make-out session. He used to be a playboy, but you changed him. You really did. And, it’s so visible with how much he loves and adores you.

You asked yourself, how could someone be this chaotic and beautiful at the same time?