#learn from Celine

[hebaadhamgaza]

Stop Scrolling 🖐️

Save my little Celine🥺💔

I'm Heba, I have three children, Lulu, Ismail, and Celine, my youngest daughter Please give me a minute of your time to tell you what is happening to this innocent 3-year-old girl and how she suffers and is unable to bear all this pain and suffering under bad circumstances. One day I woke up to the sound of my little Celine moaning, who was suffering from a high temperature, heart pain, and abnormal hallucinations.

We called the ambulance. The bombing was continuing, and there was also no transportation. It came after waiting half an hour of anxiety and we quickly went to Al-Aqsa Hospital. I was hoping to receive the appropriate treatment, but the war destroyed everything and destroyed the health system. We thought she had died The doctor immediately conducted some quick tests to discover that her blood had fallen to a dangerous level, with only a small portion of blood remaining in her veins. She was given an immediate blood transfusion.

But the real disaster was when they tried to conduct analyzes to find out the reason behind this sudden decline. We learned that all laboratory equipment was destroyed due to the war and is not available under these circumstances and must be transferred abroad to carry out the necessary analyzes and medical procedures.😭

I only ask you to donate and stand by us to save my little Celine from this suffering and receive appropriate treatment immediately and before it is too late.🙏🏻😭💔

[artigas]

look, the second that i learned that emerald fennell's next project is wuthering heights, i audibly groaned. to say that i had zero expectations would be an understatement. i was bitterly hedging my bets that i would detest her take on WH because, as someone who thought saltburn was fine and promising young woman was ethically shallow, i'm pretty resigned to the fact that i'm always going to find fennell to be, fundamentally, a bit insufferable. like, she is a director who has demonstrated (to me) that her capacity to write, direct, imagine, and construct stories is on a very short leash and is very explicitly tethered to her lived experience. she isn't paul thomas anderson or ava duvernay. she isn't celine song or chloe zhao or autumn de wilde. the worlds she constructs are very, very small and very adjacent to what i imagine to be her own. in a way that is, i think, far less palatable than greta gerwig, emerald fennell seems truly incapable of constructing a story that is not built on whiteness, wealth, and how that speaks to a very specific kind of privileged (and often self-vindicated) womanhood.

so, anyways, the casting of jacob elordi as Heathcliff makes me want to lick rust. because it's really appallingly offensive and and you would think (!!) we'd collectively evolved past the point of whitewashing when source materials actually include people of color! like, you'd think we'd finally stop ignoring how Heathcliff being a non-white racialized other is indivisible from the conflicts of the story and a core undercurrent for his character motivations. like, you wouldn't think that in 2024, Emily Bronte is still more radical than hollywood. so, i'm fuming. but maybe we should also think about this as a blessing in disguise because woe betide the day that fennell of all people is tasked to center a film around a villainous black/brown man lol

[nonokoko-is-daydreaming]

═════ ᡣ𐭩 First time? ᡣ𐭩 ═════

Long after a sweet confession you decide to take your relationship a step further...just as you close your bedroom door a thought pops up: will this be their first time or do they have experience?

Turns out beneath their usual confidence in their respective fields of interest lies a timid, awkward self under the sheets. As you get undressed in between sloppy kisses your beloved face becomes redder than the best tomatoes you have harvested this season; though their excitement is no less than their nervousness! They try their best to compensate their inexperience showing you how much they love you, perhaps it would be best to be in charge this time and guide them?

☁︎ . * Eiland, MARCH, Celine ✰.·✧*✲ﾟ

Their curious hands exploring your body with uncertainty answers your previous thought, but the eagerness they show can practically be felt in each touch. Despite their naivety and the awkwardness to bring up such topic they sought advice in lovemaking from their closest relatives as well as searching knowledge in books. Hell, even Elsie offered unsolicited tips before marriage... might as well put in practice what they were taught

☁︎ . * Adeline, Reina, Ryis ✰.·✧*✲ﾟ

Finding out how much they know sure is a pleasant surprise. They lost their virginity in previous relationships a while ago, of course, seeing how attractive they are it wasn't odd to imagine this. It might be mildly disappointing to think you won't get to be their first, but their suave performance is still dyed with hues of flustered adoration; no matter how many they slept with it is their first time with you, and they will keep blushing like the first night you embraced them

☁︎ . * Balor, Juniper, HAYDEN, Valen, Ryis ✰.·✧*✲ﾟ

They were isolated for far too many full moons until they stopped counting. You know few close to nothing about their younger days, were they always alone? Did they ever have someone else to love? Would they go rough or slow? Your mind wonders all of these and more questions but it is better to give them time to adjust themselves to this decade before you pry into past experiences they may not remember yet. They show doubts prior to the fateful day, repeatedly asking you how it is done in this day and age, whether there are preliminary techniques which were born during their lonely imprisonment they need to learn, the words and movements you would prefer...

Now that your sweetheart feels ready is time to find out the limit of their practical knowledge

☁︎ . * Caldarus, Priestess ✰.·✧*✲ﾟ

Thanks for reading! Hope you have enjoyed reading these short hcs ♡ Also if you are a minor or you don't have age in your bio interacting in any way with this post will result in a block

[magicalrocketships]

Rivers of Light || part 6 ||

(reminder that this in its entirety contains mpreg, reference to giving birth, Max Verstappen's bad dad, past abuse, and on-track accidents.)

All previous parts can be found in the masterpost here.

Another part so soon? Little restful weekend on the sofa and some words came out of it.

Max has been counting Bastiaan's existence in days so far. There aren't enough of them.

Part 6.

Max doesn't look at Cyril or Daniel once they're inside Cyril's office. He concentrates on settling his baby instead because he doesn't think that Bastiaan has been startled awake before. It's another new experience in his short little life. Every day comes with lots of new things to learn. Max would have liked it if being scared was something that had come later, though, and not now. Never, maybe. He kisses Bastiaan's head again, and Bastiaan snuffles closer. He's always happier in Max's arms.

"That's better, isn't it?" Max tells him. "You know where you are now. With Daddy."

"How old is he?" Cyril asks. Max looks up. Cyril's standing by the sofa and armchairs over by the window.

Max has been counting Bastiaan's existence in days so far. There aren't enough of them. "He was born on the 24th."

"Last month?"

Max nods. He kisses the top of Bastiaan's head again. Suddenly he wants to cry too.

"Sit down," Cyril says.

Max can't cry now. He hasn't cried in a very, very long time. He swallows it down. Sits on the sofa. Focuses on his baby, holding him away from him so that Bastiaan's little feet touch Max's knees. Bastiaan makes little steps against Max's thighs. Max smiles at him, so that Bastiaan can only see that Max is happy, not that he's falling apart and seeing people he hasn't seen since that day he smashed his car into the side of the track and destroyed his life.

Cyril sits down in the armchair next to Max. Daniel, confident and joking, has already taken charge of the coffee machine on the credenza, and is talking up his coffee making skills as he presents Cyril with a latte he's made by putting in a pod and pressing a button. He doesn't ask if Max wants one, so he hasn't forgotten everything about Max in the years they haven't seen each other. Instead he opens a little fridge, and comes out with a can of Coke Zero in one hand and a lemon San Pellegrino in the other.

"Either of these catch your fancy, Maximus?" He's trying to make Max smile. Daniel used to do this when they were doing media and Max couldn't find the face he was supposed to put on to look like he was enjoying himself.

Max is thirsty. "Is there water? As well as the Coke?"

Daniel leans over the fridge again and comes back out with a chilled bottle of still water. He pours Max a glass of water, then another of the Coke, and slides them across the coffee table. Then he makes himself a coffee from Cyril's machine.

"What's his name?" Cyril asks, holding his hands out. "And can I hold him?"

Max doesn't know how to hand his baby over. He's too used to it just being the two of them. "It's Bastiaan," he says awkwardly holding him out. "His name's Bastiaan."

"A good name," Cyril says, and he takes Bastiaan from Max, saying "Hello, Bastiaan. It's very nice to meet you."

Bastiaan looks decidedly non-plussed. That's two people he hasn't met before who have held him today. Bastiaan won't remember the hospital, or the couple of appointments he's had since coming home, but apart from those his life has been Max, and very occasionally, Celine dropping by. Now he has Daniel making stupid faces over Cyril's shoulder, then Cyril settling the baby into his lap so Bastiaan can see Max. Except he probably can't because Max is sitting a bit far away and Bastiaan can't see very far yet. Max leans in and smiles at him, staying close until Bastiaan's little frown starts to turn up at the edges.

"That's my baby," Max says, to Bastiaan, but Daniel says, it is.

"It's good to see you, Max," Cyril says. "We were all worried about you after your accident. Are you all recovered?"

"Yes," Max says, because he hasn't seen a doctor about his leg since before he left his dad's, but it's okay. It doesn't hurt anymore. The swimming helped. "Everything is good." He doesn't let Cyril say anything as Daniel sits down on the other side of Max on the sofa with his coffee. "I want to come and drive for you."

"I don't have a seat for you," Cyril says gently. "I've got Daniel and Nico."

Max shakes his head. "I know. I don't mean now. I mean— I could do the sim. I could do anything."

"What about Red Bull?"

"I don't drive for them anymore," Max says, staring right at Cyril without blinking. Red Bull had replaced him in the seat within days of his accident. When Max was finally at home and able to listen to things even if he couldn't look at screens, his dad had played him a clip of Christian saying, We can't wait for Max to recover. We need someone permanent in the seat if we're going to keep performing at this level. We can't wait for Max to get better and have it just be Daniel fighting for points. They'd brought Carlos up from Toro Rosso, reneged on their deal to loan him to Renault at the end of the season, and signed him for Red Bull in Max's place. Max kept hearing his dad yelling on the phone, then, weeks later, Max's position in the Red Bull driver programme had been terminated too.

"Okay," Cyril says. "Isn't it too soon? This little one—"

On cue, Bastiaan starts to cry again. He's trying to chew his little fist. Max's hungry little baby. Max reaches for him, plucks him back from Cyril's arms and into his own. "Okay, baby," Max says. "I'll feed you and then you will be more comfortable." He looks at Cyril. "I will need somewhere to change him and feed him."

Cyril nods. "Hélène will take you." He comes with Max to the office door, and Max gets the changing bag from under the pushchair as Hélène stands up from behind her desk. She takes him down one floor to a room with a sliding vacant/engaged sign on the door. She explains that this room is for parents that need to express milk while they're at work. There's a lock, so Max won't be disturbed.

Max nods. He goes inside, locks the door, sits down in the chair and hugs his baby. This was a mistake. He isn't ready. He wants to be at home with his son. He's still having to wear pads in his underwear for the fucking gunk after giving birth. His tits hurt all the time, and wearing the stupid compression sweat top thing is gross and painful and sore. It smells a bit whenever Max takes it off, but he only has the one of them so he has to wash it in the sink overnight if he wants to wear it the following day. He doesn't bother with it when he's at home alone with Bastiaan; he can leak all he needs to. But he and Bastiaan are just starting to learn about each other; Max isn't ready to stop.

He opens his changing bag one handed, and gets out the little travel changing mat, laying it out on the carpet. He puts Bastiaan down on it as he pulls off his t-shirt and unzips the compression top. It's left little lines across his skin. His nipples are sore, but it's better when the compression top is off. At least with the door shut he can feel a bit more comfortable. He takes down Bastiaan's little leggings and changes his wet nappy. He's running out of wipes but maybe there will be a shop in the airport that sells them. Or Daniel won't mind stopping with him to pick some up on the way.

Bastiaan cries during his change. He doesn't like the little cold wipes. He wants to be warm and dry and in Max's arms. He's hungry, his fist going to his mouth. Max tries to hurry up but he can't be as fast as Bastiaan would like. In the end, he gets Bastiaan's leggings back up and his top back down, his cardigan buttoned back up, but the room's a bit cold so Max pulls the little blanket out of the bag to cover Bastiaan with as he feeds.

Then Max settles himself in the chair, strokes the corner of Bastiaan's hungry little mouth with his finger, and helps him latch on.

It's a while before Bastiaan's finished feeding. He needs another nappy change, because babies are not good at being economical with nappies, and that takes even longer. By the time Max finally gets back upstairs with a newly settled and sleepy baby, it's been over half an hour. What was he even fucking thinking, coming here like this? He's not reliable. He can't focus. There's a baby where there used to be racing. He wouldn't hire him if he was in Cyril's shoes. His dad certainly wouldn't. He's fucked it up, and there's nobody to blame but himself.

Daniel and Cyril are both looking at Cyril's computer when Max comes back in. There are papers spread across the desk.

"Ah," Cyril says. "Daniel tells me you flew in together. When are you flying back?"

"In the morning," Max says.

"Excellent," Cyril says. "You will come to dinner tonight? We're hosting Daniel, we would love to host you and Bastiaan too."

"What," Max says stupidly.

"Dinner," Cyril says. "Where's your hotel?"

"I haven't got one," Max says, but doesn't say he was going to spend the night in the airport. Max hasn't got any money. There had been lean periods growing up — his dad had been better at spending money than he was at earning it at times — but this is the leanest. He should have planned better, but he hadn't. He'd run. His dad had tried to hurt his baby, so Max had left, and he hadn't left with the right documentation to get to his money. It doesn't matter. He has his baby. He doesn't need all the money he had.

Cyril glances at Daniel.

"I'll see if I can get a family room at my hotel," Daniel says, getting his phone out of his pocket.

"I haven't got a seat for you," Cyril says, and Max's heart sinks. "But you knew that. I also think it's too early to get you back into a car of any kind, even the sim. You should just be with this little one."

Cyril's not wrong. Being with his baby is all he wants right now, but that's not a long term plan. Max is used to working when he doesn't want to. He's used to working through the pain. And he's got a baby to support now.

"But I think I'd be an idiot if I didn't get you into our Driver Programme," Cyril goes on.

Max's head shoots up.

"We can get you in the sim later in the year," Cyril says. "We'll pay you from now, obviously, the remainder of your paternity leave. I'd be an idiot to let you go somewhere else. Red Bull's loss is very much our gain."

Max has to hold on to his baby to stop his hands from shaking.

"It won't be a driver's salary," Cyril warns. "Or anything close. But we'll get you in a car and see what that means for the reserve list later in the year. Get you into our programme. I'll have an offer drawn up this afternoon and we can talk it through this evening." He pauses. "It'll have an exclusivity clause. You won't be able to talk to any other teams after you sign it. And it will require us to get sign off on those crash injuries before we get you in a car."

Max doesn't want to talk to any other teams. He wants a way back in to racing, any way, and if he's got one then he doesn't have to talk to anyone else. "Yes," Max says. "Okay."

"I heard you're a tough negotiator," Cyril says, smiling. "We'll have the offer on the table tonight. You can do your worst after that."

Max barely remembers how to be that version of himself. He's been underwater far too long. He nods.

"It's not a promise it'll come to anything," Cyril says. "But we'll retain you until we can get you in a car. See what happens then. You're a race winner, Max. We'd be stupid not to see what you can do."

Max feels dazed. He drinks the rest of his water. Doesn't listen when Daniel starts talking to Cyril.

Bastiaan wraps his little hand around Max's finger, holding on tight. He might be the only thing rooting Max to the ground.

For a minute, Max just breathes. In and out. In and out. A chance. He can turn it all around with a chance. He breathes.

Just for a second, a moment, a breath — Bastiaan's mouth curves up into a smile.

[luciaintheskyainthi]

just gotta say i love your ECM story so much- I'm never going to not ship Spiderman with Redhood again and happily resign myself to be further entrenched in the rare-pair universe. (if you ever want to hear why Kermit the Frog is in love with Grover from Sesame st, I have a notebook)

But I come to you with a funny that i just thought of upon a reminder of the spideypool ship.

(I honestly was always meh about their ship, but their dynamic in the crossover comic is objectively fun. That comic is also my reference point for the characters in this context)

Anyway

Wade: Spidey! You two-timed me with my lesser emo knockoff!

Peter: Are you implying that you have multiple emo knockoffs?

Jason: Knockoff? Of that guy! He looks like someone tossed Deathstroke in a blender.

Wade: Rude. I'm Deathstroke tossed in a blender if he was 40% less road sign and 100% more Canadian. And yeah, I saw that skimpy little number of yours in Gotham Knights. Warner Brothers isn't fooling anyone.

Jason *mildly confused blank stare*

Peter: I have no idea what this conversation is about.

Wade: This quote-un-quote relationship you have with buckethead here. Webs, please, tell me what he has that I don't! I can tape a bat to my chest and whine about daddy. What am I missing?

Peter: An off switch.

Wade: Wow. You know what, fine! Continuity be damned! Go for the reboot Robin folks hated so much that they overwhelmingly voted in a call-in audience poll to let the Joker kill him. I made more than a billion at the box office last year. I am basically the immortal version of Ryan Renolds. I know my worth, Spidey, and in the words of Celine Dion, my heart will go on!

Peter: ...

Jason: ...

Jason: ... you mind repeating that first part, pal.

Oh my friend, welcome to rarepair hell. The pairing on AO3 hasn't even hit triple digits yet 🥲🥲 (98!!! We're sooooo close lmao)

I do love the idea of Deadpool gesturing between himself and Jason, all WHAT DOES HE HAVE THAT I DOONN'TTTT

(aLSO?! 'Skimpy little number' you hath slain me whaaat that's so funny to me 😹😹😹 )

Also I'll never recover from the fact that fans voted to kill Jason (although there's plenty of evidence that DC had intentions of doing it to Jason anyway. The main writer at the time hated the idea of child sidekicks, but especially Jason. They were gunning for Jason for a while). The angst potential involved in Jason learning that his death was planned in such a way 😩😩😩 augh it hurts so good.

[kyoshithewriter]

Water from the Moon. (Part One).

Warnings: Angst (and I cannot stress this enough). Smut (18+)

A/n: Jules one shot was next on my list so here it is. I was listening to Celine Dion’s song- “Water from the Moon” (yes I love older music) and it’s so gut wrenching I had to draw some inspiration. This one will hurt lol. Enjoy?

If Mahina has learned anything in the past year it’s that heartbreak is heavy. It feels like the muscle actually swells ten times its normal size, occupying more space than it should. It weighs your chest down, stressing all the other limbs in your body in the process. It eats away at your smile. It dims the light in your eyes. It’s especially worse in her case; gradual, almost progressive as it burdens her further down every time she has to see him. And she sees him often. The woman that occupies his lap this week is even more gorgeous than the last. Her skin is the exact same shade of cocoa brown as Mahina’s, but that’s where their similarities end. The woman is shorter than her 5’6 frame; she is a lot curvier, especially her bottom half, hips naturally wide and ass a lot plumper than her own. She has no issues with her body, but she can’t block out the thought wanting to wiggle itself into her brain and fester into a hive of insecurity: ‘am I not voluptuous enough?’ The curve of the woman’s eyes on her face is almost feline like, highlighted by the bold wings she made with black eyeliner. Nothing like Mahina’s soft, round ones that show her naivety to the world. A beam of flashing blue strobe lights illuminate their figures briefly. It was enough for her to see the way his tongue flicks at the flesh of her neck; enough for her to see how the woman’s face contorts in pleasure. Mahina looks down at the lukewarm cloudy liquid in her martini glass. She can feel the way her shoulders are hunched in defeat.

“Are you okay?”

A voice on the shell of her ear brings her attention to her left. Her eyes meet wide concerned hazel ones. Brianna’s. In moments when she’s alone in her apartment and it especially hurts, she sometimes curses her friend. Brianna is the reason they met in the first place. The two grew up together in the sunny state of Florida. Mahina and her family had moved there in the summer when she was eight years old. A woman had introduced herself as Savannah and her children as Brianna and Jayden. The trio all shared the same caramel skin tone and bright, hazel eyes. Mahina and Brianna spent the summer jumping rope, or playing with dolls under the cool shade of the orange tree in her backyard. Her brother Jayden, who is three years older, claimed he didn’t have use for their company but he was nice enough anyway. Their playdates turned into sleepovers and the duo became inseparable throughout middle school into high school. The plan was to attend the same university; however, her brother’s career thwarted that dream. Jayden was really good at football all throughout their school years. He’d be the star player in every tournament and he made a name for himself. So much so that he got an offer from a club in Spain.

“I have to go to university in Spain. We’re moving there because of my brother.” Brianna grumbled while sprawled across her bed.

“Well, that’s a good opportunity for him. It’s kind of a big deal.” Mahina replied softly.

“Yea but what about me? I have to leave everything behind, including my best friend.”

The tears were instantaneous the moment she saw her friend’s eyes glistening.

“We will keep in touch, don’t worry. And you could move back here or I could move to Spain. We always talk about moving away together anyway.” Mahina reminded her friend. The small town they lived in was a bit boring.

“I hope you’re serious, Mahina. Because I need you in my life.” Brianna said solemnly.

“Of course.”

Mahina kept her promise and moved to Spain as soon as she graduated two years ago, even before she landed a job. Brianna had no problem allowing her to room with her until she got hired and was able to get an apartment a few minutes away (that she still thinks isn’t even necessary since Brianna insists she sleeps over almost nightly anyway). Brianna’s brother is now an actual football star for a juggernaut club in Spain. Mahina’s brain did not fully comprehend the extent of it until Brianna dragged her along to her first football match. It still remains one of the most exciting things she has ever experienced. It’s why she thought nothing of it when Jayden invited them to hangout at some after party he was throwing at his house after the game. She wishes she didn’t attend sometimes. Because then she wouldn’t have met him. Jules.

“Earth to Mahina.”

Brianna snaps a few times in her line of sight.

“Yeah I’m okay, just a bit tired. I had a long day at work today. I keep telling you guys that partying on Saturdays is a lot better than on Fridays.”

“They have a game Sunday so it needs to be tonight.”

Mahina tries not to swing her eyes in their direction again. Instead, she eyes Jayden and two of their other teammates trying to do a full on dance routine in the club.

“Well I spent all day hunched over a laptop. I’m exhausted. I’m going to head out.”

She feigns a yawn, pulling at the hem of the black leather dress that clings to her body like a second skin. Swinging her waist length braids over her right shoulder, she reaches to retrieve her clutch from the small table.

“Do you want me to come?”

“Nah. I feel like being alone in my apartment tonight. I need to actually catch up on some sleep since you had me up until 3 AM yesterday.” She rolls her eyes playfully. Brianna holds her palms in mock surrender.

“Hey, you asked me about my love life and you know how that goes. Don’t blame me.”

“True. But I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Lemme know when you’re home!”

Mahina waves and keeps her eyes forward as she briskly makes her way to the stairs to exit the VIP section.

“Luna? Are you leaving?”

Mahina wants to curse at Jayden. Now everyone’s eyes are on her. She can’t help but be endeared by the nickname though. Her mother is a huge fan of all things celestial, and had gotten her name from an ode to the moon by a Hawaiian poet. Jayden has called her Luna since he found out the meaning behind her name.

“Uh yeah. I'm a bit tired.”

“Need me to take you?”

Mahina’s eyes swing briefly in his direction. Despite the dark frames that cover his eyes she knows he’s staring, even as the woman on his lap attacks his neck with open mouthed kisses.

“I’m fine. I didn’t even finish my glass of martini.”

Jayden walks over to peck her cheek softly.

“Be careful now.”

She nods with a small smile before turning to leave.

Mahina gets home and the water works start as soon as she’s freshly showered and cuddled in bed. His oversized, black graphic tee is soft against her skin and she feels so pathetic.

“I swear I’m not doing this with him anymore. I’m done.” She wipes harshly at the tears on her face.

But even as the words leave her mouth, they don’t sound convincing to her own ears. It’s confirmed when her phone lights up with a notification.

Jules [2:57 am]: Can I see you tomorrow night?

Her response is immediate.

Mahina [2:57 am]: Yes.

Because she’s weak.

‘No, you’re in love.’

But as Mahina lies in the dark of her room, heart torn between excitement and heartbreak, she still struggles to find the difference between the two.

*******

“Fuck, Mahina. Baby please.” His voice sounds like a wheeze from his chest. Jules eyes the woman like something to be worshiped. From the inky black braids that flow freely down her back to the chain of beads that cling to her waist. It wouldn’t surprise him if she’s actually a goddess in disguise.

She eyes him beneath her; in moments like this, she actually feels like she has a bit of power. His doe like eyes stare up at her with such pleading and reverence, body locked tight with tension. Placing her hands behind her back, she reclines slightly so her body is tilted at a 90 degree angle. Mahina raises herself higher on the tips of her toes and slams her hips down harder. She clenches like a vice around him on every upward lift, watching the way his eyes bounce between where they’re joined and to her face. She’s sure she looks the picture of debauched with her mouth agape, brows furrowed and big eyes wet with tears. Mahina notices the way his abdomen tightens, lips quivering. So close.

“Jules… want you to come. Want to feel it.” She whines airily.

He grunts and locks her hips in place. Planting his feet against her couch, he slams his hips into her over and over until he’s groaning like a man being tortured. He comes so hard it momentarily blinds him. It’s always like this with her, he always feels so wrung out in the best way possible after. Maybe she is a divine entity that takes away a little of his soul every time he’s inside her. Even then, he doesn’t think he’d care. He’d keep coming back until he’s nothing but an empty carcass of himself if he gets to see her like this, to feel her like this. It’s indescribable. The innocent sheen to her eyes makes the experience so much better; like a naughty little secret. Nobody in their circle would ever guess she’s able to make a grown man beg and quiver.

“Putain… baby…”

He takes only a second to collect himself before hauling her forward, pulling her off where he’s still hard to sit her against his mouth. Mahina doubles over as he closes his soft, warm mouth around her clit instantly.

It doesn’t take long to pull the orgasm that has been tickling the edges of her skin from her body. Mahina is left momentarily breathless as she grinds against his mouth. He places a final small kiss against her just to watch her twitch before sliding her down his broad chest. He sits up and pulls her pliant mouth into a sloppy kiss.

“You know, if you keep fucking me like that I’m gonna think you’re in love with me.” He says with a smirk while he stands to peel the condom off.

And Mahina… She's tired of hiding it.

“I am.” Her voice sounds meek to her own ears.

Jules pauses with his back turned to her. He slowly pivots in place to face her with a confused smile on his face. He brings a hand to push his locs out of his eyes.

“What?”

“Since the sixth month into our… arrangement I think. I’ve learned how to cook your favourite meals, I’ve learned how to give proper massages so I can help every time you come here complaining about being sore, I taught myself how to care and style your hair. I make myself available every time you need me to. How can you not notice, Jules?”

He only straightens his stance and looks away from her.

“Or… you do and you just don’t care.”

She shifts, swallowing around the lump in her throat.

“I figured you liked me more than you should, but I didn’t know…” he says solemnly.

Mahina closes her thighs, ignoring the dampness still present. It now feels humiliating.

“Like?” She releases a bitter chuckle.

“The only thing I wouldn’t do for you is get you water from the fucking moon and its because it’s literally not possible. You know that. And that’s why you have the audacity to do things like asking to see me after parading another woman in my face like you did last night. You know I won’t say no because you know… you’ve always known, Jules.”

A stream of tears accompany the words that she whispers in the stillness of her living room.

“I…. I can’t give you what you need, Mahina. I don’t know what- I’m sorry.”

Her heart drops all the way to her stomach and stays there.

“Okay.” She says softly.

He moves in her direction, ready to envelop her body in a hug.

“Please don’t.” She begs. Being in his arms will only make it worse.

He backs up to scrub a hand harshly down his face. He sighs heavily and moves down the hallway to her bathroom. When he reemerges, he gets dressed in silence.

“I should… I’ll see you around. Je suis désolé, Mahina.”

The sound of her apartment door closing behind him is the straw that breaks the camel’s back. Mahina chokes before releasing gut wrenching sobs.

***********

Mahina watches Brianna ramble on about something; she’s not sure what, she hasn’t really been present in her own body for the past month now. There’s an excuse to dodge every hang out they planned: a simple ‘I’m tired from work’ usually works; when that isn’t convincing enough, a stomach or headache does the trick. Truthfully, Mahina has been avoiding the group for obvious reasons, but she has also been working on something that she knows Brianna would try talking her out of if she found out about it. The yellow flames of the fire illuminates her friend’s face briefly as she deglazes the pan with white wine.

“I’m moving to London.”

Mahina watches as her friend processes his words. The smile on her face grows stiff around the edges. Her brows furrow in confusion.

“What?”

“My job has an office in London that needs a data scientist after the last one quit suddenly. I’m taking the job.” Mahina grabs the bottle of wine from the counter to take huge gulps so she doesn’t have to look at her friend’s heartbroken face.

“Is- why? Did something happen?”

“No. The money is better.”

The acrid smell of burning wine tickles the back of her throat. Mahina tells herself that the smoke is what’s making her friend’s eyes wet with tears. Brianna reaches to turn the stove off.

“Money? That’s the excuse you’re using? You make almost twice the amount I do here and I’m very comfortable.”

She avoids her friend’s narrowed eyes.

“I also need some time… Alone.”

“I’ll give you space. I do that every time you ask Mah-”

“I’ve been fucking Jules and I was stupid enough to fall in love with him. I confessed to him a month ago and he… I can’t stay, Brianna.” She blurts. She had no intention of ever saying anything. But it feels so freeing.

“Oh… oh Mahina.”

Brianna pulls her into a hug and she immediately starts wailing.

“So the other night we went out and I was updating you on… fuck, I’m so sorry.” Brianna says through a sniffle.

She wants to tell her friend not to apologize, she couldn’t have possibly known. But all she can do is choke and cry.

She stays in her friend’s embrace until her tears run dry.

“Am I at least allowed to visit?”

“Of course. I already secured a two bedroom apartment for us.”

Brianna squeezes her tighter.

“Good.”

**********

“What’s going on with Mahina? She hasn’t been around in a minute. Tell her to come through, no excuses.” Jayden says with a small frown on his mouth.

Her brother has organized a game night at his house to celebrate the team’s victory earlier. A smaller gathering with a few of his teammates and some random women. Unsurprisingly, Jules has his arm wrapped around one of them. However, the conversation steals his attention; he turns his eyes to stare in her direction.

“Well, Mahina left.” She says nonchalantly.

“What?!”

“What do you mean?”

The questions come simultaneously. Brianna eyes Jayden and Jules as the pair eye each other from their periphery. It only takes two seconds for her to connect the dots and she doesn’t know if she wants to groan or laugh.

“She got an offer in London. Pays a lot better.” She responds with a shrug.

“So she… without telling me?” Jayden whispers in with a disappointed tilt to his pink mouth.

“She didn’t want to make a big deal out of it. She’ll come visit sometimes.”

Brianna pretends to be busy on her phone as she observes the men seated in front of her. Jules gently eases the woman off his lap and stares blankly at the monopoly cards strewn across the table. A beat of silence. Then he steps out of the room with his phone in hand, heading towards the front door with a haste to his steps. Brianna smirks as her brother glares at his retreating form before unlocking his phone and heading in the opposite direction down his hallway. Brianna stays rooted in her seat but curiosity burns under her skin.

“Ball’s in your court, Mahina. Who’s call will you be accepting?”

[parlamiamore]

the recognizable pattern of a waltz / neuvillette

summary: the annual fontaine masquerade ball has arrived and the city is in a frenzy. it had been revealed by reporter charlotte that monsieur neuvillette is intending to start searching for a partner, and everyone wants a chance to dance with him. and yet, he falls for the person who feels least interested in dancing.

pairing: neuvillette x male!reader

a link to the playlist i created for this fic is here

The news had been plastered on every morning edition of the Steambird. The ladies and gentlemen were bustling with the news. Monsieur Neuvillette was searching for a partner! How had Charlotte gotten it out of him? No matter what she had, it was the biggest story Fontaine had seen since the water levels receded. And that was almost a year ago now. The world had moved on and kept turning as the Traveler had turned their eyes away from the nation of Hydro and focused on their next destination. You had seen them off the day they set out for Natlan, sharing tear-stained hugs and gentle words of encouragement. Their journey was more than halfway over, and they would be leaving Teyvat soon if all went well. The best goodbyes hurt the most.

Now that Fonatainians had been absolved of their sins, the world had returned to normal. As normal as it could get, anyway. The bakery you ran was flowing with traffic since Charlotte had interviewed the heroes of Fontaine. Your pastries sold out in less than three hours, and patrons nursed hand-crafted mugs of steaming tea under their noses. The life you'd always dreamed of.

"Have you heard the news?" A new patron asked, a fan hiding the bottom half of her face. When you shrugged, she chuckled. You heard. Every eligible person in Fontaine was talking about it.

"Monsieur Neuvillette is searching for a partner!" She almost squealed as you fiddled with your new invention. An espresso machine for brewing drinks that energize. The beans, shipped from Natlan, were a new delicacy Fontaine hadn't been ready for. And you were the only shop in the nation to sell it. A smart move.

"How exciting," you mused. "The usual, Celine?" You were too tired to deal with mindless gossip this early in the morning.

"Oh, yes! Thank you!" You exchanged Mora for a drink, and Celina tittered away like a bird that had just learned to fly. You smiled after her as you let the frothier spray steam. The scent of coffee and tea filled your nose. The smell you could die surrounded by. The way it clouded the mind and made it hazy, yet made your heart pound.

Others might call you crazy, but you believe that the perfect drink could solve any temporary problem. Your theory has yet to be proven wrong.

"If you keep staring at the windows, they'll explode," a voice called from the entrance. You turned your head up, and smiled at who'd entered your cafe.

"Clorinde, I was beginning to wonder if you'd darken my door," your tone was all tease, no malice. The duelist rolled her eyes as she stepped into the cafe proper. A door led to a fine patio that you had built from scratch, with some help from the Traveler and Paimon. Plants spilled off railings, and beautiful wooden tables soaked up the sunlight. It was full, bustling with the sounds of life.

"You say that as if it's a bad thing," she chided. "I'm your favourite customer, and we know it." You made a face, pretending to think about it.

"Navia leaves generous tips," you teased, but a single glare from the champion was enough to change your tune. "Okay, okay, you're my favourite." The smile returned to Clorinde's face.

"Your usual? Or are you trying something new?" You asked. Clorinde was a pioneer in creating new drinks and catapulted many famed beverages like Romaritime lattes and rainbow rose tea to success. You owe her your originality, it is far too difficult to be innovative on your own.

"I'll have a black coffee, one sugar, please."

"Didn't sleep well?" You asked as your hands worked through motions you'd done hundreds of times. You could do it with your eyes closed, if you tried really hard. You'd never try, in the interest of not embarrassing yourself in front of paying customers.

"You could say that," she grumbled as you slid the mug across the counter to her awaiting hands.

"Tell me, are you going to the ball?" You groaned.

"Oh, no, not you, too! I swear, that's all everyone talks about!" Clorinde raised her brow at your small outburst. "What about it?"

"I'm being forced to go. Even Wriothesley is attending. It would feel wrong for you not to be present." You smiled at her words. After all this time, the friends you had made when the Traveler stepped onto Fonatainian soil had not abandoned you, as you'd expected them to. People still manage to surprise you.

"What's in it for me?" You asked. You hated social gatherings. All those strangers, all those voices. Too much of everything. For you to go, it had to be worth it.

"I heard rumours that the Palais was looking to cater their next annual meeting, I could put in a good word," Clorinde stated.

"As if Neuvillette wasn't already going to request me?" Your bakery was the only one he trusted the Melusines to go to, and had tried every item to see that it was to their liking. You'd even created a Melusine line of products, perfect for the tastes of the angels of Fontaine.

"I'll owe you a favour." Your brows rose.

"A favour, hm? I couldn't possibly pass that up!" Clorinde rolled her eyes.

"Meet me at the Opera Epiclise at 7 o'clock sharp," she instructed before turning her back on you and strutting out of the cafe.

You sighed and placed your chin on your palms and breathed out. Suddenly, your back straightened.

You needed a suit.

The party was in full swing by the time you arrived. Music poured out of the front doors, a tantalizing melody that spoke of love and heartbreak. Your suit, freshly tailored by Chiori, had bled your savings dry. Clorinde owes you for this. But, on the bright side, you had a new suit. It fits you perfectly. You'd have to close the shop five hours early to get a suit fitted in time. Luckily, most attendees had organized their outfits weeks in advance, and none were stupid enough to get it done so last minute.

No one except you, that is.

Either way, despite the tuts of annoyance from your tailor friend, you've been fitted to perfection. She'd even done your hair, something she didn't charge extra for.

The large clock in the lobby read 7 o'clock, and you had just made it inside. You spotted Clorinde, Wriothesley, Navia, and Furina milling about by the table you'd curated. Your bakery had been chosen to cater. Many long nights had made such a thing possible. Furina, the dessert lover she was, had two slices of cake in her hands. She spotted you and waved you over with a chocolate lava cake. You didn't hesitate to trot across the room to your companions.

"You came?" Clorinde sounded surprised.

"Couldn't resist holding something over your head," you replied.

"Ah, so that's how she got you to come," Wriothesley mused with a cross of his arms.

"She was very compelling," you shot back.

"I'm so glad you're here! Parties aren't the same without you!" Navia leaned against your arm and beamed up at you.

"Hello Navia," you hummed.

"Is it true that you made all of these desserts?" Furina asked with joy in her eyes. Aside from Clorinde, Furina spent most of her time in your bakery. You had offered her a job, but she refused. Being paid with sweets was enough for the previous Hydro archon. You just hoped word didn't get back to Neuvillette that you were approving unpaid labour.

"Although my social life withers, I did." You'd barely spoken to living humans during that time. Too busy with flour-coated hands and cramps in your legs from working until the sun rose. But the payoff is worth the hit to your sleep schedule. Who needs to sleep when you have coffee?

"You should have let me help you!" Furina raised her voice. No one glanced, far too used to their previous Archon's outbursts.

"It's alright, it was a lot of work, and I technically don't pay you, remember? It's illegal." Furina huffed.

"Oh please, I'm the previous Hydro Archon, I'm sure he'd let it slide." There was no need to ask who the “he” was. The Iudex was fond of the Archon, in how a brother cared for a sister. He’d never let someone take advantage of her, even if that someone was you. Fair to a fault. Or something of the like.

"The fact that you're the previous Archon is why I didn't want you to work," you shot back with a grin. Before the Traveler arrived, you'd thought Furina was pompous and childish, and her voice annoyed you. But, upon learning the true nature of her existence, you'd come to see through the five-hundred-year facade. You considered yourself one of her closest confidants, hoping she thought the same of you. You'd always been told that making friends as an adult was easy, but you'd suffered until recently. Owning a business didn't leave room for socializing.

"You're no fun!" The Archon whined. You only shook your head.

Guests whirled past you in blurs of blues, pinks, reds, and golds. The chandelier overhead sparkled in the reflection of the floor. You'd never had a reason to come to the Opera Epiclese, you'd never been interested in trials until the Traveler came along. Now, justice felt like it meant something. Fontaine was changing for the better.

"I'd love to dance," Navia swooned as the violins changed to an upbeat waltz. The steady thump of a snare echoed through the hall as members of the hive mind of the elite took to the floor with steps they'd been forced to memorize since birth.

"Then join me," Clorinde offered with a gentle smile. Navia took Clorinde's hand gently, like a scene out of a fairytale. The pair pushed into the crowd and vanished among the sea of smiles.

Slowly, though you wished you hadn't noticed, your friends moved away. Either to the floor or to mingle with others whom they hadn't seen for some time. Even Wrio got on the floor, struggling to teach Sigewinne to dance without stepping on his feet.

You've never been one for dancing. Most of your friends knew. They'd learned to stop asking you to join them months ago. Instead, you'd sit near your pastries and exchange pleasantries with people you knew. Then you'd go home and the night would be over. You'd return to reality, and never regret that you hadn't danced.

"You came," a hopeful voice spoke up from your right. Monsieur Neuvillette. You expected to see him, at some point, only briefly. You didn't think he'd scope you out. This masquerade was thrown in his honour; at least, partially. The Dragon that saved Fontaine from the great flood. He was a hero, just as much as the Traveler. And although people didn't know what to make of his status as Sovereign, they left room for him.

"Why does everyone seem surprised?" You asked. "Am I that much of a shut-in?" You knew what people thought of you. The talented baker who worked too much. And that was fine. You had your friends. Not everyone needed to know you properly, you had enough that did.

"You know that's not what I meant," Neuvillette whispered.

"I wanted to see what the fuss was about," you replied. That was partially true. Maybe you were swept up in the whispers. Neuvillette was searching for a partner. You wanted to see the fairytale unfold before you, as a bystander. Maybe your business would flourish from their union. More customers would be a good thing. You could afford to hire your first employee if everything went well tonight.

"Does it live up to your expectations?" Neuvillette asked as he took another pastry into his hand. He always treated your creations with a gentleness you'd never seen. Like every bite was precious.

"I'm disappointed by the lack of wine throwing, I was promised at least one public outing of an affair." Neuvillette snorted into his cupcake. The frosting collided with his nose and cheeks. Your hand flew to your mouth in shock as he spluttered. His hand came up to wipe the frosting off the curve of his lip and the tip of his nose.

"It's not too late," Neuvillette replied. You managed a gasp.

"How scandalous!" Your voice dripped with sarcasm. Not many knew how often Neuvillette frequented the opera for things other than trials. He was a fan of the Fontainian opera scene and was always hungry for drama. The less criminal, the better. Drama with no consequences except for those involved. The best kind.

"Balls like this are almost more entertaining than the opera," Neuvillette mused as he grabbed a glass of sparkling water. A special request of his, no doubt.

"They lack a fake death, though," you nodded along with him.

The music changed again. A melody you recognize. One from Mondstadt, if you remember correctly.

"Are you planning to stand here all night?" Neuvillette asked.

"I might spice it up and go stand over there," you replied and pointed to an open set of chairs on the other side of the ballroom.

"Well, then you have no reason to refuse." You furrowed your brows, but Neuvillette silenced you by holding out his hand. You stared at it for a moment.

"You're not going to let me say no, are you?" You asked the Chief Justice.

"You're welcome to say no, but try to be gentle with your rejection." As if you could truly reject him. Like many others in Fontaine, you can appreciate the looks of the Iudex. Anyone with eyes could.

"I suppose one dance couldn't hurt," you relented. Neuvillete didn't hesitate to pull you toward the dance floor. The crowd seemed to move like water as you both moved. Countless eyes flocked to you, and movement seemed to stop.

You tensed. Neuvillette felt it.

"Don't stop on our account," he announced to the hall. Instantly, at his command, the movement started again. You looked at your dance partner.

"Why are they staring?" You asked. Neuvillette took the lead and began to guide you. You weren't sure where he learned to dance, but you hoped he was better than you were.

"People are far too concerned with who I show interest in," Neuvillette responded. Your mouth fell open as he spun you.

"Interest?"

"Oh, you didn't know? I thought I was being very obvious." This was news to you. Your eyes shot to your friends, who were gathered around Charlotte. Her kamera was mounted. Furina smiled brightly, Navia made hearts with her hands, and Wrio shot you a wink.

"No matter, consider this as me making it even more obvious," Neuvillette continued.

"Are you courting me?" You asked, to make sure you weren't imagining things.

"I believe so, yes." Neuvillette dipped you, in perfect form. His hair draped over your face as you stared at him. His cheeks were flushed with warmth, his eyes wide and vulnerable. He was risking his heart by speaking, by breathing too close to you. "Do you accept?" His words fell apart into a gentle whisper. The air rushed over your face.

You needed to speak.

"Of course," you said. You meant it. You meant it a thousand times over. Afternoons chatting about water and tea blends, all the times he came in craving something sweet and a gentle smile, all the times you'd stare at him when he spoke of things he was passionate about. They all hit you like a tram. You were in love with him, weren't you?

Oh Archons help you.

Above you, Neuvillette smiled. And in the background, the rhythm changed into the familiar pattern of a waltz.

[jolapeno]

after the strings attach masterlist

francisco "frankie" morales x ofc!reader*

summary: months have passed since the confessions, and now, Frankie and Blue are navigating the complexities of being in a relationship. From the challenges of their individual worlds to learning to balance love with the realities of life.

THE SEQUEL TO WITH NO STRINGS ATTACHED

pairing: delta squad francisco morales x ofc!reader* rating: smut. 18+ for all chapters. series warnings: smut. (OFC has a name - and a nickname from frankie: blue - has a personality and backstory, but is physically a blank slate). nickname is given to reader by frankie: blue. established relationship dual POV. THIS IS A COLLECTION OF ONESHOTS OF THEM POST-THE-SERIES. SO WE MAY BOUNCE AROUND THE TIMELINE.

i. A WEDDING, A BLUE DRESS AND AN IMPORTANT QUESTION

Livvie and Frankie navigate changes. From house hunting to attending a wedding.

ii. PAINTING WITH A TWIST

A special name, a date night and a moment for Queen Celine.

iii. TOO MANY BOXES, TO MANY THINGS WARNINGS: TBC 

TBC

iv. SIT PRETTY ON ME - FACE RIDING/CAMERA

TBC

v. COMING SOON  

vi. COMING SOON  - PHONE SEX

vii. COMING SOON  

+ MORE.

SPOTIFY PLAYLIST

PREVIOUS GIFTS & THINGS

x the prettiest by @almostfoxglove

x marriage by me

x hallow-ghosts by me

an: WELCOME TO SEASON TWO- AKA THE COLLECTION OF ONESHOTS OF THEM POST-THE-SERIES. huge thanks to @goodwithcheese who told me it's okay to have fun and keep writing these, to @thelightsandtheroses and @polaroidpascal for convincing me this option is fine and to the gorgeous @luxurychristmaspudding who checks the spice is spicy @pedgito for giving me the strength to write them to begin with and to @almostfoxglove for listening to me.

[atramenting]

I already posted this on bsky but this is my FoM farmer OC, Lake! Please excuse the fact that the little drawing of him is in almost the same pose as the sprite - I wanted to do a little redraw ^^;

A "Caldosian adventurer" with seemingly nothing in his past worth talking about, Lake comes to Mistria after finding the job posting in a city he was passing through. Having no home of his own, he thinks the offer sounds pretty swell - a house, however small and shabby, in exchange for some basic work? It sounds like a steal, especially after sleeping in the woods with nothing but a ragged tent and pallet most nights.

His original intentions are to come to town, save up whatever he can from his excess profits, and then disappear over the Caldosian border before anyone can find out anything about him. However, the warmhearted nature of the townsfolk winds up drawing him in, and he finds himself genuinely wanting to help restore what's been damaged in the aftermath of the earthquake. When he and Eiland unintentionally restore Caldarus, though it may be to just a bit of his former power, Caldarus offers Lake the ability to perform magic -- something that Lake had often found himself wishing for as a young child.

Against his better judgment, he accepts the boon from his new dragon companion and puts a real effort into shaping up the land he's been given, slowly growing closer to his new Mistrian neighbors. He quickly befriends Hayden when the man finds out he also has a soft spot for small farm animals, as well as Celine, who is more than happy to help him learn some of the finer points of gardening. However, it quickly becomes obvious that, despite technically working for Adeline, Lake is trying to avoid interacting with the town's nobility.

Gee, Adeline and Eiland think, he must be shy, being the newest face in town! Surely he's just nervous because he's not used to interacting with nobles! And so they make it their goal to make Lake realize that, despite their finery and manner, their parents are quite unlike many of the stuck-up vassals to the throne! They're just normal people!

What they don't realize, though, is that Lake is a former member of a group of... well, the sort of people that don't interact with polite society. Orphaned as a young child, he was taken in by the thieves who murdered his parents -- though he didn't know that part -- and branded as a part of their guild. At age twelve, he was given the chance to choose between two paths: either continue being the equivalent of servant, doomed to a life tending his overseers' livestock and gardens, or... become one of them.

He worked as a member of the thieves' guild for some time, until one fateful day. At age twenty-two, he was scoping out a market stall when a young lord happened to pass by and see the brand on his inner wrist. The man flew into a frenzy, accusing Lake of any number of crimes, exposing him there for what he was -- a lowly thief, one of the very group that had plagued the city for ages. Lake tried to explain that he had no idea what the man was talking about, and truthfully, for he had only come to Aldaria that week -- but he was soon set upon by not only the man's armed guards, but a furious swarm of marketgoers and stallkeepers as well.

At the end of a harrowing chase, Lake thought he had escaped, only to come face-to-face with the lord who had hurled those accusations his way. Beaten and exhausted, Lake tried to reason with him, but the man revealed the reason for his hatred - "My father died because of your sort!"

Lake looked down at that brand on his wrist, and something like understanding washed over him. He would always be one of the crooks who had taken lives and livelihoods -- there was no way talking like this was going to work. As he tried, the lord advanced on him, brandishing his sword -- and so Lake took out his own, and ended the man's life to earn his freedom.

The Caldosian border was on lockdown, any number of kingsmen could be searching for him, and so Lake turned to the nearest outpost -- only to be shunned for such a blatant crime, for having drawn attention to the guild with such a brazen murder. He fled for his life there, too, for the ones he might have considered brothers and sisters were only interested in collecting the bounty now on his head.

With nowhere to go, Lake ran and ran until he collapsed. He awoke in a small cabin in the woods, where he met the man who had saved him - a man who knew exactly who he was, and who still wanted to hear his side of the story. After explaining himself, Lake assumed he would get dragged off to the nearest town to be jailed and hanged, but instead the stranger just asked him -- "How does life as an adventurer sound?"

With the mark on his wrist obscured by a new tattoo, and a new identity pieced together for him by an experienced explorer, Lake began taking work through the Aldarian Adventurer's Guild, where he eventually earned enough merit to make a meager living for himself. However, he always stayed on the move -- afraid that if he stayed anywhere long enough for someone to recognize him, to find an old wanted poster and notice the resemblance or the holes in his backstory, that his new life of freedom would be taken from him.

And so it went, until Lake came to Mistria, where the baron's son took a particular interest in him for some unknown reason. And where he, as fate would have it, fell head over heels for Eiland in turn, while also trying to master dragon magic and keep his chickens and rabbits from eating his entire garden. Oh, and also, some other political drama as Mistria begins rising through the rankings, and the king's vassals start getting very suspicious and jealous of what's going on with all of that.

Fun facts: -Lake is vegetarian. He had to slaughter many of the animals he raised during his time with the thieves' guild, and it broke his heart every time. He has tons of pets now -- not livestock. He will correct anyone who makes that mistake.

-He loves fruits, and consequently, any sort of juice, sweet, drink, or dessert made out of them. He doesn't have a favorite, as it would be a tie between far too many! The fact that he can grow them all now is an absolute joy -- and the ones that only grow in the wild? He frequently goes foraging for them, whether to eat straight from the bush or to preserve for later.

-He likes keeping fish. They're pretty and relaxing to watch, so he often finds himself seated in front of an aquarium, lost in thought.

-He is a little bit shy, but also a good actor. He finds himself overwhelmed frequently when it comes to talking shop with Hayden, despite the man's friendly nature. As such, it's also super easy to convince him to do anything, because he'll just freeze up and agree to whatever it is a person is suggesting. He finds himself in a lot of situations like this, wishing he hadn't offered to help, and yet unwilling to go back on his word. (He's a good person now, he keeps telling himself.)

-He's a natural with the sword. He tries to avoid violence where possible, but there's also a part of him deep down that is really proud of the talent. He keeps this to himself for sure. He also wears his sword everywhere in Mistria -- something that's odd to the townspeople, but quickly gets filed as just a quirk.

-Lake and Eiland begin forming their friendship when it comes out that Lake is almost entirely uneducated. He can read and write, sure, and he's up to date on modern events -- but history? It's fascinating, but he feels like an idiot for not knowing even the most basic facts. Eiland loves teaching people, especially when it focuses on his own interests, and so they wind up spending a lot of time together.

-Lake doesn't get along well with Juniper or March. He doesn't trust whatever it is that Juniper is up to -- or the fact that she can sense Caldarus's magic on him. With March, they learn to tolerate each other, but Lake has really strong feelings on people who are assholes, undoubtedly from dealing with that sort quite a bit during his upbringing. For the sake of keeping the peace, though, Lake bites his tongue. Most of the time.

-Aside from Hayden and Celine, his closest neighbors, Lake also finds himself getting along well with Ryis and Olric. He also respects Valen a lot, but is fairly intimidated by her.

-He loves swooshy cloaks/capes and big hats. These become a part of his usual attire after be begins working for the Adventurer's Guild, and only ever go away when the situation calls for it.

-He's a little bit vain about his hair. He was never able to grow it long until he became an adventurer, so he's been working diligently to keep it healthy ever since.

-He pierced his own ears when he was fifteen and just a little bit edgy. He likes to mix it up between studs and hoops, but nothing too dangly, or it gets caught in his hair.

-He cannot control his magic very well. He often finds himself using the spells Caldarus has taught him when he doesn't want to be using them. All it takes is for him to close his eyes and breathe in the scent of dew upon the morning grass, to feel that sense of peace and relaxation he's never gotten before coming here --- and suddenly his plants have doubled in height, and so have all the weeds in a 200m radius, making more work for himself.

-He also causes a major thunderstorm on the night of the Star Festival, when Eiland takes his hand and offers to walk him home after their date. The two of them basically slide down the mountain in the mud, laughing the entire way.

[addisong]

A List of Random, Very Specific Circle Headcanons I Have

Pulled all of these straight from my notes because I'm tired of keeping them to myself.

Robert is an introvert in the 'I hate people and don't want to be here' kind of way. Michael is an extrovert. Luke is a extroverted introvert.

Celine tried to teach Hodge French, but he never could quite learn. There is one phrase he does know though and he says it after murdering Celine and cutting Jace from her body :)

Celine has gotten high more than once. Usually during those times when she ran away from home and was looking for a quick way to escape/numb her feelings for a bit.

Stephen proposed to Amatis with her mother's ring (which Luke gave him beforehand)

Robert and Michael wear each other's clothes interchangeably.

Robert is chaotic on accident. He doesn’t mean to be that way, he’s just an absolute mess of a human being, so it happens naturally.

Valentine, Maryse, and Celine drink tea and hate coffee. Luke, Jocelyn, Hodge, and Amatis drink it black. Robert, Micheal, and Stephen drink it w/ milk and sugar.

Robert has a very interesting sense of humor. Kind of odd.

Celine is an etymology/language nerd. When she talks about those things, it's the most self-assured and confident she feels/sounds.

Luke is shorter than Amatis. Robert and Micheal are the same height, but taller than Maryse and shorter than Valentine.

Robert seems like a jean jacket kind of guy. Michael, Stephen, and Amatis would wear converse.

Stephen talks really fast for no reason at all

Eliza makes beaded jewelry as a hobby; does it with her sister sometimes too.

Eliza is a nature girlie. Absolutely adores plants and animals. Forests are her favorite place on Earth. Has memorized and can identify all different types of flowers, butterflies, and bugs. Knows everything there is to know about poison.

Luke has his father’s laugh and his mother’s smile. Amatis’ is all her mother.

Valentine likes to cause drama. Stephen and Maryse kind of enjoy it too. Robert and Michael like to gossip about it. Jocelyn couldn’t care less, neither could Luke.

Michael and Amatis are friends; like, really good friends.

Hodge is ace/aro

Stephen is always really frustrated with both of his parents. Imogen is a helicopter parent in a way. She kind of has high hopes for him to be the next Inquisitor or something, which he’s not really interested in. Marcus is okay, but he kind of does the “do what you mother said” thing and Stephen just wishes he’d grow a backbone.

Hodge, Robert, and Jocelyn are terrible with children as in they have no clue how to interact with them. (Robert and Jocelyn obviously get better once they have their own kids, but when they're younger)

Anytime they're in a Mundane city, Stephen likes to explain everything to them like they're five. (i.e. "This is a stop light. When green, we go. When red, we don't go ☝️🙅‍♂️" *proceeds to make them hold hands while they cross the street*)

Micheal can play the piano

Robert, Jocelyn, and Celine are cat people. Amatis, Eliza, and Michael are dog people. Stephen and Luke are both. Valentine, Hodge, and Maryse are neither.

Amatis’ and Luke’s mother used to sing them nursery rhythms and had a book of them (that she’d written down); after she left, they used to re-read that book over and over again to the point that now they have a bunch of nursery rhymes memorized and reference them often.

Pertaining to the above headcanon, Amatis starts to pick up Stephen’s mundane slang/phrases and he starts quoting nursery rhymes/lullabies more often because of how much she references them.

I have more (actually serious ones) but I'll leave it here for now.

[slut4celebs]

French Kiss

Reneé Rapp x French!Reader

Word Count: 1,006

Trigger Warning: suggestive comments, poor ending

Requests: “Renee x reader fanfic where reader is French and the guitarist in a famous rock band and Renee is just melting?” In which Reneé Rapp has fallen for a French girl and there’s no way out of it.

Fuck Duolingo. Reneé found herself at an afterparty for the VMAs, surrounded by her favorite band (and one of her best friends), Rated R. Of course, anyone would find this to be a plus. After all, Rated R were chart toppers, their music bringing a good mix of French and English to the rock world. An edgier, group version of Celine Dion, if you will. The only problem was, that Reneé was not able to retain a word they were saying, despite her many late-night dates with the green owl of doom on her phone. She wanted so desperately to understand what they were saying that it was silently killing her.

(Y/n) looked over to Reneé, having just laughed at something her bandmate had said. They had become best friends over their shared time in the music industry. Though, it always felt like their friendship was just a bit more than friendly. After all, the amount of flirting the two of them partook in sometimes blurred the lines, despite both of them being very flirty people in general. Gently. she nudged Reneé in hopes of getting the pout on the girl's lips to drop. "Come on, let's go get a drink." She offered her hand, which Reneé gently took, their fingers instinctively intertwining.

It was easy to see when Reneé was upset or wasn't having fun. She was such a ball of light and excitement that it wasn't hard to tell. "I think sometimes we forget that you aren't French, and I'm sorry for that. In our defense, your name is Reneé, which is very French." (Y/n) teased, earning a small laugh from the blonde, and (Y/n) could tell that she was cheering her up. "I can talk to them if you want. Remind them to speak a bit more English." (Y/n) handed over a drink, smiling a bit at Reneé.

"It's not that," Reneé thanked her for the drink, taking a sip. "I just wish I could figure it out. I want to learn how to speak French. For them, of course, but mainly for you. You always say these things that sound a bit flirty, but I… I can never respond because I don't know what you're saying. But I want to! Duolingo is just taking forever." She rambled, finishing her sentence with a soft groan coming from her lips. (Y/n) couldn't help but glance away, always in love with the way Reneé would go off on a bit of a tangent.

A playful smirk fell on her lips as she held up her drink to clink with Reneé's, an action immediately reciprocated. "Mainly for me, huh? Well, I will tell you what… I'll teach you French. Duolingo is… great, but… It doesn't beat having actual practice. You know, conversationally. There are many words, phrases, and slang that you've taught me that Duolingo never could." (Y/n) said softly with a wink Reneé's way. (Y/n)'s words seemed to effectively light up her face as she nodded at the plan.

She was grateful to have (Y/n) in her life. It was moments like these, though, where she had to restrain herself from kissing the girl before her. "I could never tell you how grateful I am… Hey, I had this thought. You know how I always do a little show with my guitarists when I sing Tummy Hurts? Any chance you'd want to come on stage for it, at least once? Maybe you could teach me some lines of it in French for me to sing up there with you. It'd be the collab of the century." Reneé reasoned, hoping (Y/n) wouldn't notice the pink continuing to spread and darken on her cheeks. Mainly, she was hoping she wasn't being too obvious in her feelings. Honestly, given their flirty behaviors, it was hard to tell if this was all a game or real life for each other.

A snort came from (Y/n) as she eyed Reneé. Taking another sip from her drink, she leaned on the wall. "You mean the famous Tummy Hurts performance where you're flirting with your guitarist? I couldn't turn that down, mon chéri." She said, leaning in slightly, their faces close together. "Maybe I'll finally get a kiss from you after the show then, hm?" She winked before pulling away slightly. Her teasing is successful, as shown by how red Reneé's face has gotten.

There was a pleasant feeling of surprise when Reneé had pulled her back in. Their faces were once again so close that (Y/n) could feel the blonde's breath fan against her lips. "Do you want to wait for the show? Or… I could just kiss you right now, if you want." A clear ask for consent that (Y/n) gave as their lips collided. It was a passionate but hungry kiss, both girls gripping at each other as if scared to let go. (Y/n)'s hands found themselves holding onto Reneé's waist, pulling her closer by the hips, and Reneé's hands held her cheeks before finding their way to the back of (Y/n)'s neck.

They needed to be reminded of where they were, and (either unfortunately or) fortunately, Aurélie, one of (Y/n)'s bandmates with a slightly thicker accent than her, cleared her throat. "We were just looking for you two. (Y/n) we're headed to get some fast food on the way to the hotel. Reneé, do you want to join us?" She asked with a wink over at the two.

"Come on," (Y/n) said softly, leading Reneé away with her other bandmates. Both girl's lips were slightly swollen from their kisses but neither was regretful. "You can stay in my room tonight and we can figure out all of this. If you want." (Y/n) said softly, squeezing Reneé's hand gently. "Yeah, I do want that." Reneé agreed happily as she got in the car with the band. She was sure her heart was beating faster than her thoughts were in her mind, not that she cared. She was excited and happy for whatever was going to happen next between them.

[mangionebabymama]

ok, think this:

you and lu childhood friends. close to the hip, always playing together outside, riding your bikes together, go to the same school. your friends tease you, i mean, boys are terrible, they’re gross, how are you besties with one. you couldn’t care less, y’all have so much fun together. catching the ice cream truck in the summer and getting vanilla chocolate swirls. sitting on the park bench, looking at birds in the trees, both of your parents wondering where you guys have been. getting invited to the mangione family picnics, playing with super soakers, laughing around with Lu, his sisters and cousins. going to the library together, his older sister taking you guys while she’s there for one of those teen computer curriculum sessions. spending hours in the fiction aisle, listening to each other read in funny voices. You asking Lu who’s this penguin writing all these classics? Him bursting in laughter, much to the librarian’s disapproval.

all changes in grade 5, when Lu’s parents transfer him to Gilman, the all boys private school. Lu was vehemently against it, for so many reasons, but the biggest being he wouldn’t be able to hang out and see you everyday. it hurt him, but as a boy just growing up and beginning puberty, he wasn’t really sure why it hurt him the way it did, and if there’s one thing Lu is good at, it’s avoiding his emotions. so, one day in the park, before the start of the school year, when you express how sad you are that you’ll no longer be together in class, playing at recess, taking the school bus together after class, the sadness he feels hits so hard suddenly and he doesn’t know how to vocalize it, or even fully understand what he feels, so he does what he does best, just puts up a front, brushes it off. “oh, it’s not that serious, i mean, it’s not like we’re always going to be close, that’s weird, you know.” he immediately regrets it once he sees the look on your face, like you’ve been slapped. but he can’t back down now, cause he isn’t about to pour his heart out when he doesn’t even know where these feelings are coming from anyway and he doesn’t want to scare you off. but when he sees you silently retreat and put a distance between how you were sitting, he feels like he’s been hit in the gut. you start to think maybe the girls were right, “boys are terrible.”

you guys lose touch after that, you continue your way, he continues his way at gilman. you both excel at your studies, another thing you both had in common, loving to read and learn new things. it’s like you two were mirror images of each other, both top scholars, both athletic, both outgoing. you think about him a lot, especially when you see his family around town, or his nonna at church (your parents put you in the choir, no if, ands or buts.) his nonna always liked you, said you always smiled with your whole face.

you’re both teens now, wow has time passed. you’re still in choir because you find you love to sing, and the sound of the organ playing in the church hall always soothes you for some reason. the choir is preparing for its annual Christmas show that they host in the church. you’re excited because they picked you to sing the lead in The Prayer, a duet originally sung by Celine Dion and Andrea Bocelli, with your choir friend Andrew. He’s a bit older, and you think him and his girlfriend Meadow are the cutest couple ever, you wish to have a relationship like theirs, they always seem happier in each others company. You’re a bit nervous because you have to sing Italian in some parts of the song, and being the perfectionist you are, you want to get it right! Especially since it’s the grand finale of the show.

Day of the show arrives, and the pre-performance jitters are really getting to you. It’s all fine when you’re singing with the choir ensemble, songs and hymns of the Christmas season. But when Bianca, the head of the choir, lets you and Andrew know that you’ll be up next in 2 minutes, the butterflies in your stomach increase ten-fold. You suddenly feel like your voice is going to give out, light-headed at the prospect of potentially messing up and not hitting all the notes. “Just relax, you’re going to surprise everyone, you have the best voice here!” says Andrew, trying to calm your nerves. He continues, “just look at me if you get nervous, we’ll keep each other in check.” You nod, feeling a bit at ease, even though your hands are still a bit shaky.

Bianca introduces you and Andrew and the song you’ll be singing. You both walk up together to the platform, the pews full of people, though the lights have been dimmed in the church hall so you can’t quite make out who’s there. The opening notes of the song begin, and you let yourself just feel the music, and let go. “Lead us to a place, guide us with your grace, to a place where we’ll be safe” you sing in perfect tone. The next verse is a call and response, with Andrew singing his parts in Italian and you responding in English. The melody between you two is going so well, every note sung with emotion.

The next part is the height of the song, both of you having to sing together in Italian. You take a deep breath before getting into the verse, and look to your left to see Andrew looking at you, his eyes at ease. You feel a bit more grounded, smiling and letting your voice carry throughout the church hall. Your voice with Andrews blends so well, that when both of you finish hitting your high notes in that verse, people immediately begin to clap, even as the song continues. You smile and continue to sing, closing your eyes and feeling the emotion as the song begins to reach its conclusion. The last verse is in Italian, and you sing it with such melodic conviction “E la fede che, Hai acceso in noi. Sento che ci salverà…”

As you both conclude the last note together, a rupture of applause breaks your trance, everyone on their feet. You and Andrew both bow as you take in the cheers. You see Lu’s nonna sitting right in the first row of pews, and you make sure to smile wide directly at her with your whole face. she instantly smiles back.

A few rows behind, you see a set of dark brown curls though you can’t quite see the face. You find yourself hoping it’s someone you used to know, even though you aren’t sure he even remembers who you are…

Everyone is gathered in the Church basement for an after-show gathering, filled with food, beverages and music. So many people come up to you, complimenting you on your performance and your impeccable voice. You’ve been blushing the whole night, you aren’t very good at receiving compliments so you tend to get pretty embarrassed. As you’re finishing up speaking to one of the regular church attendees, you feel someone tap your shoulder. You turn around and see it’s Andrew, who you haven’t actually seen since you both walked off the stage and were surrounded by your choir ensemble. You both smile at each other and he pulls you into a tight hug. “You absolutely hit it out of the park!” Andrew exclaims. You respond with the same enthusiasm, letting him know that his voice was so good, and his performance was so emotive. As Andrew continues to talk about the details of the performance, you sense in your peripheral vision a pair of eyes staring your way. You turn my head just a bit and your eyes stop in their tracks. You see Lu, right there, and once you lock eyes with him, he immediately looks away, his eyes darting in all directions except your way. He starts to run his hand through his curls a bit, which even when he was younger was always a sign of him being nervous. Your mind tries to process the fact that he’s here, especially since he’s never been the biggest fan of these types of Church events.

“—special, you know that?”

Your eyes go back to Andrew, and you immediately apologize to him for missing that last part.

“Haha, I said you’re special, you know that? And regardless of what you sometimes tell yourself, please never forget it.” You appreciate his kind words, and he gives you another hug before telling you he’s going to find Meadow who’s texted him that she’s got a big slice of tiramisu waiting for him at the table.

You wave goodbye, and as you watch Andrew disappear into the crowd, your eyes immediately go back to a familiar figure who appears to be walking in your direction, hands fidgeting slightly on his sides as he gets closer. He stops right in front of you, and you’re immediately faced with a ghost from your past, a person who meant so much to you at one point, maybe even still does, even though you’ve tried telling yourself the opposite many times over the years.

You hear his voice directed at you for the first time in years, and it immediately hits you right in the chest. “Hey, you were–you di–you were so amazing tonight” he stutters through his words a bit, which surprises you since Lu’s never been the one to shy away in a convo, always had a determined voice, full of confidence. “Thanks Lu, it means a lot coming from you,” you respond. Upon hearing your response, he looks right at you with such intensity, almost as if he’s staring right into your soul, his mouth parted like he’s stuck in a trance. You both are caught in each others eyes for a moment, not saying anything. You decide to smile, because seeing him after all these years does bring a warmth to you. You suddenly notice his pupils dilate and he immediately looks down to the floor, his hand coming up to run it through his curls. You could tell he’s nervous, but there’s also something else there too, almost a feeling of desperation and longing, but of what, you can’t quite place.

He takes a moment to look to the side of the room, using his tongue to poke his cheek, trying to ground himself, reel himself back in. He looks back down and takes a deep breath, before locking eyes with you again. He looks blushed a bit in the face, but the next words out of his mouth are more steady, determined, almost as if he’s intent on getting to the truth, “You and the guy you were singing with, seems like you two are close. Is it that– I mean are you–”

Anon, this is such a FUCKING masterpiece what in the entirety of fucks!!!! 😩😩😩😩😩😩

Like c’mon Luigi, say it, don’t spray it, are they WHAT????

I also love how Nonna loves you 🥺 but this is just PERFECT omfg

[misssakuramochi]

FIELDS OF MISTRIA HEADCANONS

GENERAL SMUT HEADCANONS FOR THE BACHELORETTES

Minors DNI - Smut below the cut 🍋

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Adeline

○ While Adeline's sex drive leans towards the higher side, her sense of responsibility and workload don't allow her to take care of it as often as she'd like. Though she doesn't initiate often during solo time with her partner, Adeline is usually so pent up she's given to cave any time her partner approaches during the day when she still has energy. Quickies are extremely common as a result, and while Adeline isn't exactly into semi-public sex she's often too worked up to care so long as you won't be seen.

○ Doggy is without a doubt Adeline's favourite position. Being spread out while her partner fucks her from behind turns her on to an embarrassing degree. Adeline especially loves to be bent over a surface. The desk in her office is a common candidate, but she's just as happy over a kitchen counter or coffee table. If her feet are just off the floor she's even happier.

○ Though she's extremely embarrassed by the fact, Adeline tends to be a squirter. She'll go so far as to actively discourage partners from doing something too pleasurable for fear of the mess she'll make, but with encouragement she certainly isn't opposed to be overwhelmed with pleasure until you're both dripping.

○ It's not too hard to overwhelm Adeline, honestly. While she likes to be overstimulated and enjoys intensity, she is physically very sensitive. She can fully cum in her panties just rubbing against her thighs doing paperwork. That being said, it doesn't take her overly long to recover, either, and Adeline can usually orgasm multiple times per session.

○ Adeline loves when her partner cums on her face. There's something about being claimed in that way that hits all the right notes for her. She looks absolutely adorable on her knees with her tongue out, desperate eyes begging her partner to cum all over her. She likes to make a show out of licking some of it up afterwards too, before her partner helps her clean up.

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Celine

○ Romantically and sexually, Celine is very emotionally driven. The things that turn her on and make her want to sleep with her partner are always based in their actions: treating nature with kindness, being sweet and gentle with her, passion for the things they love... traditional touching and flirting can often be overwhelmingly straightforward for her. Celine is a slow burn kinda woman, but the flame that lights is a passionate one.

○ Celine is very much a romantic. She doesn't need to be fully wined and dined or anything like that (though she wouldn't complain if someone were to do so) but for her, sex is all about the love shared between her and her partner. As such, she only enjoys physical intimacy in private where she and her partner can lavish one another with their full devotion and attention.

○ Celine loves oral. There's something extremely intimate and sexy to her about both giving and receiving pleasure in that manner. If she has an opportunity to go down on her partner, she'll want to take it. Celine is much more shy about asking to receive, but she's over the moon if her partner offers.

○ What Celine lacks in experience she more than makes up for in enthusiasm. Eager to please and ready to learn how her partner ticks, she does best with a partner who's willing to give her direction. Obedient to a fault, Celine loves to be praised for her efforts.

○ Celine has a surprising amount of stamina in the bedroom; that is to say, she lasts a long time but she cums just as hard. Though it takes time to work her up enough to get here there she's more than satisfied with once per session. Celine is also adamantly reciprocal; if you please her, she's pleasing you.

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Juniper

○ Juniper loves to play hard to get. Not only does she want someone to prove they're actually interested in her before letting them in, but she loves the chase. Unlike Celine, Juniper does need to be wined and dined. A top-class brat, it can be a little hard to decipher when her jabs become flirtatious. She'll never admit it, but she loves a partner who can make her eat her words behind closed doors and put her in her place, so to speak.

○ Juniper loves to roleplay. Her closet is full of sexy costumes she pretends are for Halloween, and even sexier themed lingerie. Honestly, she's not overly picky about the scenario as long as it's sexy and she gets to look sexy - nurse/doctor, secretary, airport stewardess... buy her an outfit and she'll wear it for you (as long as it's a good outfit, of course.) Juniper only likes to roleplay herself in another position, however; she's not into character cosplay.

○ If you just assume the resident witch incorporates magic into her bedroom play then youre-- absolutely correct, actually. She knows a couple fun spells to keep herself and her partner entertained (bedsheets that suddenly tie their wrists up, temperature manipulation... that kind of thing) but the biggest way this comes into play is with potions. It's not uncommon that the potions she has her partner test are powerful aphrodisiacs, sensory enhancers, or other similar things.

○ Of course Juniper also loves sex in the bath. She has plenty of bath bombs, soaps, and scented products with similar affects to the postions described above. Now, she isn't about to close the bathhouse down just to fuck, but whenever Juniper asks her partner to meet her there after hours they can have a pretty good idea what she has in mind. Something about the luxury of sex in a huge bath with all sorts of products to enhance every moment makes Juniper weak in the knees.

○ Nothing takes Juniper off guard quite like being sweet to her in the bedroom. Generally speaking she prefers things a little rough and more intense, but small actions in the midst of all that that remind her that her partner genuinely cares about her, be it a form of praise or a gentle touch, make her brain go fuzzy.

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Reina

○ Reina may as well be a professional tease. She's extremely subtle in the way she goes about it but the things she says and the touches she presses ever so gently to her partners skin are too intentional for them to miss. She loves working them up in hopes that they'll take the pent up energy out on her once they're alone. Reina isn't as much of a brat as Juniper, nor the same type, but she certainly has a rebellious streak deep down.

○ Reina loves lingerie. Anything that makes her feel cute makes her all the happier. While she doesn't have too many pieces on her own, she both loves to recieve things from her partner that they want to see her in and to shop for cute sets with her partner - she might surprise them with something she thinks they'll like every now and again too. Reina is more than happy, if not insistent to put on a fashion show for her partner to show off how she looks in every single piece before they get to take them off of her.

○ Dry humping is a huge turn on for Reina. She especially loves crawling onto her partners lap in their shirt and a pair of panties and kissing them until they're both fully grinding into one another. If her partner hits the right buttons they might be able to get her to cum in her panties - if she doesn't make them do it first.

○ Please spank her. When Reina acts up it's because she wants to be punished. While she doesn't like anything too rough, being bent over her partners lap while they slap her ass makes her squeal. She also likes having her hair pulled in the midst of things. In turn she can be a touch rough herself with digging nails tugging across her partners skin or tugging through their hair, though she tries to be gentle if her partner's sensitive.

○ Reina is very vocal and often struggles not to be too loud when with a partner. When she's feeling particularly good Reina sometimes starts to babble, telling her partner how good she feels, not to stop, ect. She also wants to hear her partner and takes pride in all the different sounds she can get them to make when she rotates her hips just right. If the situation calls for being quieter Reina doesn't mind if her partner covers her mouth.

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Valen

○ Valen is a doctor. As such, she isn't the least bit shy about anything sexual. Eloquent and well-spoken, she isn't the least bit crude, but she is straightforward. If she wants someone she'll tell them exactly how she'd take them if the invitation arises. Valen is the queen of dirty talk and loves to see how hot and bothered she can get her partner before she even touches them.

○ Valen loves sex toys. She has a sizable collection of all sorts - some for her, others for partners with specific interests. While Valen loves having vibes used on her, she's very much into pegging and loves using different dildos on her partner. She's also big on restraints. Valen doesn't have much interest in public sex, but offering to give her the remote to a toy you're wearing at the bar might change her mind.

○ Overstimulation might be Valen's first middle name - edging would be the second one. Pushing the boundaries of where pleasure turns to pain and how much of a good thing is too much thrills her. That being said, she is extremely attentive to her partner and sets up all sorts of safe signals to ensure she never pushes too far. Her partner is absolutely spoiled during aftercare and isn't allowed to so much as get up so she can take care of them - doctors orders.

○ Valen is more of a giver sexually. As much as she gets in the mood, she more often gets the most pleasure from getting her partner off. It's not overly uncommon for her to use her hands, mouth, and/or toys to please her partner without particularly wanting anything sexual in return. The clouded pleasure in their eyes as they recover on her bed is often more than enough to satisfy her.

○ Valen likes to use seemingly innocent things as excuses to tease her partner. She'll offer to give them a massage or teach them some stretches, for example, only to brush her hands everywhere she knows they're sensitive and linger just a little too long where she needn't. Of course, she keeps up the innocent charade well, only caving once her partner is desperate enough to beg her.

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A/N: Thank you all so much for the love on the bachelor version of this post! A few people asked for a bachelorette set of headcanons and as promised, I have delivered!

I hope you've enjoyed, and thank you for reading!

[kennae-bae]

Here's a Fields of Mistria Relationship Chart!! This chart is free to use, I'd love to see everyone's farmer relationships so please tag me if you use this template 💕 Katt is an admin on the unofficial FoM Discord server and they made the Caldarus icon while I made the Priestess icon

The second picture features my farmer April's relationships with all the Mistrians! On mine, I made it so the arrow pointing at the character is how your farmer feels about them, while the arrow pointing at the farmer points to how the character feels about your farmer.

Under the cut is more details of April's relationships with everyone ✨

March - April's Partner; was the first to confess his feelings after learning about what Julius (one of my other FoM OCs) put her through and realizing just how strong and resilient she really is. (Though, March had a massive crush on her before this, but it prompted him to act on his feelings instead of burying them)

Caldarus - April feels close to Caldarus and knows she can turn to him if no one else is around. Caldarus also feels very close to April and admires her. Both of them want to protect each other, no matter what.

Celine, Reina - April considers Celine and Reina to be her closest friends aside from Caldarus and Ryis. The two of them, however, had little crushes on April (these crushes fade once April starts dating March, and when their own LIs (some of my other FoM OCs) enter the picture

Ryis - April feels comfortable and close to Ryis. Ryis also considers April to be a good friend, but prefers to be March's wingman and likes seeing them together

Balor - April considers him only as a friend, but Balor had a little crush on her for a while before it also faded (he also meets another FoM OC of mine who later enters the picture)

Adeline - April considers Adeline a friend, but prefers to keep a professional distance between them. Adeline is more so infatuated with April and her work ethic rather than having any feelings for her

Eiland, Hayden, Valen - Good friends, definitely a bit closer to Hayden as a fellow farmer

Priestess - April's curious about the Priestess down in the mines. She wants to help her and uncover the mysteries of the seals and what's down in the mines. The Priestess also reminds April of her party's cleric, Cannenta (<- a FoM OC of mine that will be introduced in the future)

Juniper - The only person April dislikes. This is largely because she dislikes how she uses her potions on people unwillingly and it just reminds her of a lot of people she encountered, including Julius who used his magic for harm against others.

The Older Mistrians - April has a generally positive relationship with them. Out of all of them, April considers herself closest to Terithia (she also admires her for her past on the battlefield, as she can relate), and Olric since he's March's brother

The Vendors - Doesn't get a chance to talk to them much, but has a generally good rapport with all of them

The Dragonguard - The kids really like April, and she finds them cute. Has a soft spot for Dell since she can relate to her love of swords and she also reminds her of herself when she was younger

Dozy and Henrietta - April adores animals, pet and/or farm animals alike! Both Henrietta and Dozy have a neutral, but positive view of April

[glassjoeandgreattigersssimp]

Maybe childhood hc of the boxers (idk if this a weird req )??

It's not weird at all! Childhood hc's coming up + you can find more about their origins in my AU :>

Glass Joe 🇫🇷🥐

- Lived with his mom, dad, and his uncle, Gabriel (aka Gabby Jay). All his guardians all worked for very long hours (since living in Paris is pricey)

- His mom (Celine) and dad (Dion) were barely in his life because of it; Gabby was his primary caretaker

- Gabby was basically his best friend since he didn't have a lot as a child

- Has had asthma his whole life and was never ever good at sports or PE. (Bro does not smoke in this AU lmao)

- He's actually very smart! Loved writing and math, and is one of the few boxers that was able to go to college

- Some of his best childhood memories are with Gabby, whether it be going to see a play with him, or learning how to bake with him... they were insanely close.

- Went through a small emo phase when he was 13. He's still very embarrassed about it to this day.

Von Kaiser🇩🇪🔩

- Grew up in two different homes... for least part, he grew up with his ultra caring, ultra sweet single mom (named Emilia)... or for the most part, he grew up with his ultra strict, bigoted, and cruel grandparents (Agnes and Leopold)

- His grandparents are where his adulthood trauma stems from. They were horrible... as early as 6 years old, Kaiser was forced to cook, clean, have his bed made at 5 in the morning before school... that sorta thing.

- They punished hard, too. Name any outdated or cruel punishment towards a child, and they've probably done it. Screaming at him, breaking toys, locking him in the attic... and, of course, physical violence. Belt or hand, take your pick.

- Kaiser actually has a small premenant burn on his bottom left hip. It was when Agnes burned him with a hot pan as a kid... if anyone asks about it, he'll lie and quickly tell you it's a birthmark.

- Growing up with them, especially with his grandfather, he was taught to always bottle his feelings. This led him to being very social distant, both in school and when he eventually enrolled in technician school.

- His mom was pretty cool, though. She was an engineer (later an amputee, long after Kaiser moved out of Germany) and did her best to provide for her and her son. Because she had no other relatives and she didn't want Kaiser staying home alone every day (her job is very time demanding), she had to send him to live with his grandparents often.

- If his grandparents were alive today, they'd def be tweaking tf about Kaiser getting with not only a man but a French man.

Disco Kid 🇺🇲🕺

- Omg a childhood that isn't completely sad???

- Lived a comfortable, upper middle class with his mom (Zuri), his radio host dad (Kenneth), and his little sister, April.

- Naturally a very active child! He's been in and out of multiple sports, but dancing was by far his favorite.

- Also very close to his mom and adopted her love for disco and the 80s in general. They boxercise regularly together, and sometimes April will join them

- Certified prom king expert! The dude has completely owned every single school dance he's been to. This made him a popular kid with plenty of friends growing up.

King Hippo 🏝🦛

- Not much to say! Hippo was born an adult. He was a full-blown adult hippo before getting mutated into a human-hippo being. (See my AU for details)

- Has very few memories of his time on Hippo island... he just knows he was the leader of them, though.

Piston Hondo: 🇯🇵🥊

- Lived with his mom (Michi), his dad (Ryu), and his twin sisters, Aki and Aiko.

- Always busy. If he's not at school, he's most likely working at the family restaurant, called "Heart of the Hondo's, as a cook.

- Parents were strict but not outwardly abusive. They raised him right! Taught him responsibility, respect, discipline... everything that he is today.

- Aki and Aiko are little Aran Ryan level menace's... Hondo had to take care of them and make sure they never got into any trouble most days.

- Childhood friends with Heike Kagero ever since grade school.

- Very quiet, non-social kid, and mainly hung out with Heike. If he's not working or at school, he'd spend his time watching anime (mainly Sailor Moon) or reading manga. His sisters loooved teasing him about his love for Sailor Moon...

Overall, pretty good childhood! He has a lot of nostalgia for his childhood, too.

Bear Hugger 🇨🇦🐻

- Didn't have a very great relationship with his folks... at least not until his teen years, that is.

- His father (Caleb) was a big name hunter, and his mother (Elanor) specialized in taxidermy.

- They lived in a rural community in Salmon Arm, Canada.

- They weren't really mean or horrible people, but they didn't know Bear didn't agree with their actions... mainly because Bear never confronted them. At all.

- Got very rebellious as a teen and ran away from his folks one night with his squirrel, Spruce. To this day, his parents seriously think he got kidnapped or something, and nowadays, they actually have no idea Bear is a boxer now.

- Spent his whole childhood with Spruce and other animals. Ever since he was 4 years old, animals just had a natural gravitation towards him.

- Never saw his grieving parents again.

Great Tiger 🇮🇳🐯

- Legit doesn't remember his childhood well.

- He imagines it was pretty mundane and routinely.

- Thinks he had a childhood pet...? He could be wrong, though.

Don Flamenco 🇪🇸🥀

- Lived in a middle class home with his mom (Lucia) and his dad (Juan)

- His mom was VERY dotting and protective... girl would throw a shoe at you if you accidentally looked at her son the wrong way. She bragged about him a lot too. Girl definitely wore the pants in her relationship.

- Ofc, even if Don's mother was clingy and protective of her "sweet baby angel" son, it didn't stop a certain blonde tourists parents from convincing her to let Don leave Spain...

- In terms of childhood, Don was a very popular kid for how social he was. He wasn't a particularly behaved student though.

- Definitely became a jock in his team years, sporting a large male friend group.

- Loved by his community, especially after his dad introduced him to the matador business at a young age.

- Smaller hc here, but was definitely on a swim team. Idk, I feel like that'd be a thing.

- Even smaller hc; Lucia is actually Latina (from Columbia), and his dad is a native Spaniard. This makes Don mixed race, technically :3

Aran Ryan 🇮🇪😈

- Lived in the outskirts of Dublin with his father (Oscar), his 6 younger siblings, including the one was closest to the most, a year younger sister named Brooke.

- Grew up on a small sheep farm, with lots of responsibilities, similar to Hondo. He looked after his siblings, his siblings did farm work, and his father fed them that night. That's how it worked.

- Was homeschooled

- Fought with Brooke a lot, except he was always the instigator. Brooke was a sharp contrast to his personality, being an intellectual and a stickler for rules and safety.

- On again off again relationship with his dad. Some days and nights were awesome, but some nights and days were awful...

- His dad was a hard punisher, and he wasn't afraid to spank or use the belt. He also definitely played favorites with all of the siblings.

- Rowdy sibling, and got into trouble the most. Either that or his dad couldn't handle his adhd.

- Runs away during hard fights, either to a local pub or into a sheep pen

- Had this small childhood toy, a stuffed lamb he named "lucky," that he sleeps with every night... and to this day!

Soda Popinski 🇷🇺🍾

- Grew up in a small, low-income community with his mom (Petra), his hard working dad (Grigory), and his short older sister named Svetlana.

- Absolutely adored child. Basically friends with all his neighbors, and was known as this gentle, soft-spoken giant.

- Naturally very tall kid

- Him and Svetlana were nearly always on the same wavelength, it was almost scary at times. They were basically besties

- Worked as a box carrier alongside school

- Parents are humoursly short compared to him. Funnier because they're very sweet and supportive of him, but not to an overbearing extent

Bald Bull 🇹🇷🐂

- Social shut in + anger issues

- His autism made it hard to understand other kids, so he didn't have a lot of friends

- Can't remember his parents well

- Nothing too notable here

Super Macho Man 🇺🇸🌊

- Very rich actors' parents (Sophia and Lucas) that weren't really parents. They were more like acting agents for young Macho Man.

- Didn't do well at school, and was often taken out so he could focus on his inevitable acting career

- Looks SO different from how he did as a kid... as a kid, he was a tiny blonde boy with a cute smile and rosey dimples. A far cry from how Macho Man looks now...

- Loved the beach, but his parents never brought him there much. He'd sneak off with friends often to be at the beach. Loved swimming, surfing and the ocean.

- His parents dropped all contact with him once reports of him being a spoiled, terrible actor to work with made public. They didn't wanna take credit for the kid they raised lol

- Loved action movies as a kid, had a ton of merchandise

Mr. Sandman 🟢🥊

- First of all, dude will never spill the beans about his childhood if you ask.

- Had absolutely incredible parents that he loved a lot. He lived with his kindhearted, if shy mother (Destiny) and his strong, wise father (Miles).

- Loved boxing ever since he was a boy... his childhood room was adorable, adorned with posters, action figures, and even trading cards.

- Strong, sporty kid who participated in multiple little leagues. He laughed and smiled way more during fights as a kid...

- Moved to NY when he was a teen to get recognized... Mr. Dream picked him up for training and stardom.

- Saw his parents less and less the more he worked with Mr. Dream... but Mr. Dream needed full control over him for true greatness.

- His childhood officially ended when his parents never came home from work one day because Mr. Dream had them murdered...

If anyone wants childhood hc for any particular boxer not mentioned, please comment them!~

[applesaucesims]

His heart was beating in his chest as if it was trying to run away from him, as Louis joined warmup with the rest of the first-year ballet students. Some of the other kids were already stretching their muscles, while others were practicing some exercises at the barre, and then some were simply talking and waiting for the teacher to arrive.

Said teacher announced her arrival with the clicking of her heels on the polished floorboards and a loud tapping of her walking stick as she stood in the middle of the room. The students quickly walked to form a line in front of the barre, facing their teacher who introduced herself as Miss Lambert.

As Louis stood there, listening to the teacher's introduction of the academy, his nerves were not going down at all. He had been taking children's ballet classes for some time now, but he was not sure whether it was enough to truly meet the skillset expected from him. Looking over at the other children lined up next to him who seemed to already know what the next steps would be, he could not help but feel a bit lost. He knew he wanted to dance more than anything in his life, but was it really what he was cut out for?

Though he tried pushing his worries deep down, it seemed obvious to him throughout the rest of the day that he was far below everyone else's level. Whether it was just his mind telling him that, remained to be seen.

[TRANSCRIPT]

*indistinct chatter* *tired student noises*

*click click*

*tap tap*

Miss Lambert: "Good morning, new students! Please stand and form a line."

Miss Lambert: "My name is Miss Lambert and I'm one of the dance teachers at this academy."

*shuffle shuffle shuffle*

Miss Lambert: "You'll have most of your classes with me, particularly the girls. At those times, the boys will be with Mr. Booth, whom you'll meet tomorrow."

Miss Lambert: "You'll be learning your academia here, too, of course. But we all know that's not what you're really here for. You're here to dance! And I'm here to show you how."

Miss Lambert: "Since, you've made it to the academy, I'm sure you already know the basics. I expect you to know a bit more than that, actually. I'm aware your current skills will be at different levels. But here's where we'll truly see who's got the most talent and discipline!"

Erin Branch

- grew up on a small farm

- practiced dancing with the farm animals since age four

- made it here with talent alone - and a scholarship

César Roques

- from a long line of dancers and choreographers

- pretty much born dancing

- trained with some of the most famous names in ballet

Rozaliya Fortova

- daughter to a couple of successful travelling dancers

- speaks five languages

- visted ballets in every country she's been to

Kavi Gupta

- a boy of many talents

- supposed to take over the Gupta Shipping Co.

- his parents still think dancing is just a hobby - though they do support it

Sophie Welles

- middle child of five of a wealthy automobile business owner

- taught dance and other arts by the family's nannies

- her two older sisters are already academy alumni

Zachary Turner

- lives with his aunt and practices with her daily

- disowned by his lawyer father for choosing dance

- dad's still waiting for him to "come to his senses"

Celine Walton

- top of her children's ballet class three years in a row

- daughter to the mayor of Brindleton Bay

- used to always getting what she wants and being the best

Louis McGregor

- newest at dancing of the whole class

- still wondering if he would have made it without his father's fame

- has no idea what he would do if dancing does not work out

Miss Lambert: "Well? Let's get on then!"

Miss Renée Lambert

- head ballet teacher at the academy

- had a promising career as a prima ballerina herself, until it was foiled by an ankle injury