#love that he just laughed at it and then Art took the lead

[littleragondin]

Guns not big enough to rip that shirt off.

[yanderemommabean]

Silly Royal Yandere Idea-

Imagine being a worker for a royal family, you're a farmer who brings the goods to the kitchen every day and make sure all vegetables and fruits are fresh, not bruised, cleaned and ready to be prepared for their meals.

You usually make the trek alone, no big deal right? Just some heavy baskets and such but the job itself isn't really that bad. It's made even better actually when the young prince finds he fancies the way you work and how you farm, loves to walk with you on your way out of the kingdom and listen to you and your stories.

He's cute, you'll give him that. Curious and finally able to explore without much of an issue now that he's finished his training, his father boasting proudly today even that they shall share a feast in celebration.

The walks are nice, you aren't alone and are even safer as the highwaymen shrink away and know to stay back when they see such fierce eyes. Those calloused hands from fighting and training lay on your hips, pulling you closer to his side as you share yet another walk to your farm and get the baskets ready for another delivery.

These sweet meetings grow in size as time goes on. He's been given permission by the king and queen to bring you to the main rooms of the castle, though they aren't too happy that he disregards their rules about what you can and can't touch.

He's so puppy-like, grabbing your hand and pulling you everywhere he can, showing his favorite art, his instruments he's been playing while he waits for you to return, the things he requested be made to remind him of you, and some other odd but - at the time- well meaning items.

The prince however gets more and more demanding of your presence. So much so, that one morning you wake up to begin to water the crops and fetch some in your buckets but you opened the door to the man standing there, royal suit and all, a wide smile on his face as he greets you.

You insist you'll be at the castle soon, that you have work to be done, but he just pushes you forward as he walks with you, -not harsh, but definitely firm, making sure you couldn't turn away from him as he leads you.

"Just one day can't hurt right?" he says, "I just wish to spend the day with you, only you. It's why I took my own horse! He loves your carrots, you know? Only yours...He's very much like me in that regard". 

You decide that, on one hand, denying the prince anything could be dire, the royal family having all say in what is done and you're lucky they have been so benevolent. Risking your business because you didn't want to indulge the odd prince...It isn't worth the reward of just keeping up with the crops and farm work. 

But this one day out by the river and having the man buy you whatever you laid your eyes on, while sweet and very enjoyable, wasn’t enough. He shows up every morning now, you hear how exhausted his parents are when you reach the castle every time, they demand he act right, that he stop leaving without notifying any of the guards, but he just laughs it off and says “Why should they embark with me on my and my lovers adventures? Private matters are private father, remember?” 

They know what's going on but it's so much darker and more twisted than anyone could have imagined. Boundaries get pushed more and more, you keep trying to keep your farm alive for not just the royal family, but yourself and the others who need you too, but the prince insists that your time is to be spent with him, only him. 

It reaches its boiling point when you deny him a walk. No runs to the river, no waltz in the woods, not even a chat over tea. Your farm is sick, it needs tending, and you yourself are weary and exhausted from trying to balance it all out. 

He goes silent, hands clenching at his side for a moment before he just smiles, wide and friendly as usual, and he kisses your hand before apologizing. You assure him you aren’t exactly mad, you just have things to finish, and he at least seems to understand that. 

Or, so you thought. You crack open your eyes after waking up in a bed that wasn’t yours, hearing the horses outside neigh and chuff in terror as if something was very very wrong. You recognize the royal emblem on the wall, and you shoot straight up, knowing this was a carriage. You shove and knock on the doors, the smell of smoke filling your senses as you can only imagine the worst, but the heavy wood doesn’t budge and you can only make out garbled words as a man screams demands. 

You manage to break open the boarded window of the carriage and watch as your farm is engulfed in flames, horses neighing in terror, ashes falling all around, your cabin falling in on itself from the blaze. And you gaze upon what you can only assume is the incarnation of death and war itself, a sign of the end times, as the Prince rides up on his own horse and tosses a lantern, the blaze only erupting hotter as he cackles in triumph. 

You feel horrified tears well up in your eyes, so many emotions coming together at once. Everything you worked for, everything you had built from the ground up, all your memories and all of your belongings- gone. 

Ash and embers fill the sky as the knights who came begin marching back to the carriage, staffs in hand as they finally open the doors. You lunge, wanting to tear your teeth into the heart of that evil, sick, twisted man, but he just laughs. It’s a soft amused laugh like when you told him your stories in the market or on your many many walks. 

“Ah, I hadn’t expected that mixture to wear off so soon!” he boasts, stepping down from his own horse. His stride is slow, like he’s taking in the view of a beautiful field or admiring someones art. You want to spit at him, claw at him, break him in any way you could fathom. 

His feet stop, the crumbling building behind him still a blazing orange and red, opposite of the cold features the prince wore on his face. His hand comes to gently cup your cheek, his thumb stroking across where tears are falling down your heated cheek. “Why so upset? I took care of what was keeping you away from me! I know, I know, you’re sad, but I made sure nothing of importance was hurt! Which wasn’t much. A picture or two should still be safe-” he says with an expression of after thought. “ Anyway, dearest, I fixed the issue! And you can now come where you’re meant to be! “ “I’ll kill you-” “Ah, even when murderous and livid you strike my heart with your beauty. Do tell me every wicked way you wish to end me! It thrills me, makes my skin crawl so pleasantly imagining you touching me in any manner” he taunts, squeezing your face a bit tighter. “Be it anger and resentment or true love, I’ll relish any touch you bring to me” “My lord, the sun will rise soon” a deep voice says from the side, your own eyes too stunned to look, uncaring as everything else sets in. Your home is gone, your fields are ruined, your possessions all roasted and incinerated. Nothing left but the haunting image of burned rubble and some charred remains of any item you owned. 

You’re trapped. Imprisoned in a golden cage as this wild man declares that he and you are meant to be, whether you want it or not. 

“Get some rest darling. I’ll lead us back to the castle” He says with a kiss to your forehead, allowing the knights to force you back inside. “Don’t be so angered! I promise to treat you like royalty! Since you will be, once the marriage is announced and all”

(Hope you liked this! Feel free to comment and tell me your thoughts! Especially spicy ones :3c -Mommabean)

[cosmicpearlz]

flavored kisses

summary: in which you wear a different flavored chapstick everyday and your boyfriend xavier loves it.

pairing: xavier thorpe x reader

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you kept chapstick on you at all times, especially now that it’s cold outside. but of course, you’d never been the one to stick to just one flavor. you have a variety of chapstick flavors just because.

currently you and xavier were in the library studying for the exam that was coming up for your shared botanical sciences class. xavier couldn’t keep his eyes off of you while your eyes were stuck on the book. he liked the way the sun shone through the window and hit your cheek making your face glow.

“didn’t anyone ever tell you it’s rude to stare thorpe?” you glanced at the boy sitting across from you with a grin on your face.

“i can’t help it when my girlfriend looks so kissable right about now.” this is what you loved about him, he never failed to make your stomach flutter. you shake your head and go back to taking your notes.

“focus on your notes xavier.”

“you gotta give me a kiss first sweetheart.”

you eyed him again seeing that he was dead serious about kissing you.

“no.”

“then i’ll just sit here admiring you until you kiss me.”

“that’s very creepy babe. i hope you know that.”

“i could care less. i’m just asking for one kiss,” xavier shrugged his shoulders giving you a pearly white smile.

“you know damn well that it’s not gonna be just one kiss. you do this to me every time,” you pouted at him.

“baby i swear it’ll be just one kiss.”

you playful rolled your eyes at him, “will you stop being so needy and focus on your notes if i kiss you?”

“oh absolutely.”

leaning over you meet xavier in the the middle to place a peck on his lips. not keeping his promise, he lays both of his hands on your cheeks to deepen the kiss. you were not surprised at all that he deepened the kiss. secretly, you enjoyed him doing so but he didn’t need to know that.

you were the first one pull away and he snuck one more peck to your lips. “that was not one kiss xavi,” you glared at him.

“hey, i did say one kiss. i just didn’t say how long i was gonna take,” he licks his lips tasting more of the strawberry chapstick that graced your lips.

“focus on your notes and maybe, just maybe i’ll consider giving you more kisses.”

-

from loml <3

hi honey, come meet me in the art shed.

to loml <3

that desperate to see me? ;)

from loml <3

always. now hurry your ass up, i wanna show you something

you began your short walk to the art shed. when you got there, the wooden doors were slightly open for you to just walk in. you closed the doors behind you and wrapped your arms around xavier’s shoulders placing your chin on his head.

“okay baby, i need you to close your eyes really quick.”

“really?”

“yes, trust me. i think you’ll like it,” he places small kisses on your forearms that were still around his shoulders. xavier then gets up and leads you to the middle of the floor. you could hear him shuffling around before it was quiet again.

“you can open your eyes now.”

you opened your eyes to a large canvas that he painted of you and him. it was the exact picture ajax took of the two of you at one of the nightshades parties. you were sitting in his lap with a red cup in your hand while he stared at your smiling face.

“also watch this,” he raised his hand to make the image move as if it was playing a scene from a movie. picture you laughed and then looked at him to place a quick kiss upon his cheek making picture him smile.

“baby. i’m at a loss for words right now,” you turn to him teary eyed. you immediately close the distance and pull him into a kiss. he’s hasty to grab your hips bringing you further into to him. cherry he thinks to himself. you tasted like cherries today and he’s sure this is one his favorite flavors from your collection.

“i love this and i love you so much.”

“i love you more. only the best for my girl,” xavier kisses to top of your head and hugs you.

-

it was unusually easy to sneak into xavier’s dorm room this night. you guys would often hang in his dorm rather than yours because of the fact he didn’t have a roommate. leaving you guys to do whatever you wanted. it was movie night and like almost every movie night, the movie was just background noise.

xavier had his back up against the headboard of his bed while you were positioned with your legs on both sides of his lap. he takes the time to wiggle his hands under your shirt to caress your skin before pulling you into a kiss. the kiss was slow yet very savory. sugar cookies? forget the cherries, this one was definitely his favorite one.

“that’s a new one.”

“a new what babe?” you peered at him with questioning eyes.

“the chapstick. it tasted like sugar cookies, i don’t think you’ve ever had that before,” he gently brushed his thumb against your lips. you couldn’t fight the smile that came on your face.

“yeah, i got it in town a couple of weeks ago when i was with enid! it’s a new holiday flavor.”

“this one definitely has be my favorite flavor out of all your chapsticks.”

“wait, xavier you noticed i change my chapsticks everyday?”

“of course i noticed sweetheart. it’s one of the many little things about you that i love.” suddenly you felt shy in front of him. it made you feel good that your boyfriend noticed this little thing that you’ve been doing since you were a kid. you put your head on his shoulder in attempt to hide into his neck.

“don’t hide from me babe. i think it’s absolutely cute that you have different flavors. it makes kissing you even more enjoyable,” the both of you start laughing.

“i’m glad you enjoy it my love.” xavier moves both of you to fully lay down and begins lightly dragging his hand up and down your back. this motion alone was already making you tired.

“get some sleep baby. i’ll be here when you wake up.” you snuggled more into his warm chest and drift off to sleep.

you never thought that xavier would notice something as small as you changing your chapstick everyday. but being the observant boyfriend he is, of course he noticed. you were his girl, he’s always going to notice anything when it comes to you.









[gay-dorito-dust]

Could I request headcanons of Jason Todd with a reader who is a talented chef and baker?

Jason loves, loves, loves to eat but he loves to eat whatever you make especially.

It’s just so damn good and enticing that he can’t help but want to steal a bite while you were working your magic on some cookie dough in the kitchen.

Jason likes to claim he’s helping you when in actuality he was just being a little shit.

You still remembered the time where you had caught Jason red hand eating something he shouldn’t have, and still have the audacity to look at you with his attempt at puppy dog eyes.

He should be lucky you like him enough to make him whatever he wanted in bulk, seeing as how he had quite the appetite as you’ve once watched him wolf down four homemade burgers, chips and still found room in his stomach to indulge in something sweet.

You couldn’t count how many times you had to swat him away with your spatula when you saw his hand creeping towards a cooling tray of gooey double chocolate chip cookies.

‘Jason!’ You exclaimed. ‘Stop trying to eat the cookie before they’ve had time to cool down!’

‘But sweetheart it’s not my fault that your cookies are so good! They even maintain that gooey chocolate chip goodness that you know I like.’ Jason says as he hugs you from behind, pressing kisses into your shoulder, neck and head.

‘You’re just buttering me up so that I’d give you an early taste.’ You pouted, looking away from him as you feigned hurt. ‘Admit it, you’re only with me for the fact that I can cook and bake your favourite things.’

Jason, feeling a little bad for making you think that, was quick in having you look at him as he apologised. ‘I’m sorry chipmunk, you know I love you beyond your ability to cook food and sweet treats and make it look like an art form. How about I help you cook tonight or let me took for you instead to make up for it?’ He asks as he kept you close to him and planting kisses across your face.

His lips tasted very much like the chocolate chip cookies and after a while you just couldn’t keep up pretending to be mad at him and smile into his lips as you kissed him back before inevitably pulling away. ‘That sounds perfect jay bird but let me cook and you just stand there and look pretty.’ You cheeked as Jason gasped.

‘You only like me because I’m pretty? How shallow of you chipmunk.’ Jason joked and you couldn’t help but kiss his lips once more. ‘I like you because you’ve got a bottomless stomach.’ You then playfully prodded at his tummy and Jason jolted at the touch, which made you laugh as you went back to what you were previously doing before Jason interrupted.

‘Can I at least have a nibble?’ Jason asked after a moment of silence against your neck.

‘No, I think you’ve already had enough nibbles don’t you?’ You asked with a smile as you felt Jason pout.

‘Mean.’ He muttered childishly.

‘Mean is you eating the cookie dough and saying oops after I caught you.’ You replied and Jason stayed silent after that.

Jason hyped up your cooking and baking simultaneously and would praise your natural talent for it to anyone with ears to hear him, which had lead to one or many instances where his friend Roy or his family came over to see what all the hype was about.

Needless to say you’ve gotten more people who were obsessed with your baking/cooking and as for Alfred? You were sharing recipes and what techniques you use when prepping food, the usage of spices and herbs and so on in hopes of enhancing the flavour of the dish.

[queenimmadolla]

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥

Summary: Tired of seeing Eddie with other women, you reflect on how much longer you can take it.

Warnings: no mentions of y/n, fem!reader, heavy on the angst, hurt with attempts to comfort, both reader and Eddie are bad at feelings, self-deprecation, Eddie is toxic and doesn’t know why, infidelity (but not technically), no happy ending.

The house is quiet as the front door creaks open, you’re quick to slip inside—chill of the October air nipping at your back. The lights are all off and your arms curl around your exposed midsection. It was colder outside but still chilly in your home, your parents out of town on a romantic anniversary road trip. 

  You sigh, tossing your keys on the table to run around searching for in the morning, and make your way to your room with a quick detour at the thermostat to turn on the heat. It’s a blind fumble to reach the antique lamp, once you enter your bedroom, but you refuse to use the overhead light. It would cast your room in non-aesthetic lighting, and you’re already annoyed, pissed off and depressed enough.

  An irritated breath is huffed from your lips, top lip curling as you recall the very reason for your negative attitude, hands yanking your top right over your head. It’s only when you’re in your pajamas, faced with your own reflection as you prepare to remove the makeup that had been so empowering to put on but you can now feel on your face like an unpleasant mask, that you allow the hot tears of anger and hurt to fall. You almost want to laugh at yourself, mouth curling into a bitter smile as you swipe the ponds cream all over your face. As you massage it in, making sure to focus on your eyes, the smile wavers, corners tugging down as moisture still leaks from your clenched eyelids.

  You don’t have to be mean to yourself, you shouldn't. Not when the guy you’re in love with already does such a good job of it.

  You purse your lips, trying to hold back sobs as you recall the images of him all over a girl you didn’t know at a party he’d convinced you to go to. You couldn’t even describe her, couldn’t remember what she looked like—all you saw was your Eddie, the guy who drove you to and picked you up from work, took you on cute dates involving picnic baskets, fields, lakes, empty lots to stargaze in, nearly empty movie auditoriums so the two of you could canoodle, your tongues tasting each other as the two lovers on screen professed their undying love. 

  He even bought you stuffed animals, would pretend to give them life and personalities to go with it, all to amuse you. Did arts and fucking crafts with you. 

  But anytime you so much as brought up the status of your relationship, he’d wave it off, claiming labels were for Petri dishes, not people. 

  You were his girl and that’s all that mattered.

  It’s what you’d repeated in your head the first time you’d seen him playing with Bianca Anderson’s fingers while the two of them were tucked away in the corner of the hideout, after one of Corroded Coffin’s sets. And again when you’d stumbled out of Rick’s house party to see him laid out on the grass, his head in the lap of a former cheerleader from high school he used to admire, her head bowed to connect their lips and his hands in her hair.

  By the time he was tugging at Tina’s hair, playfully shouldering her while they stood in front of the bonfire at another gathering, you’d stopped repeating it in your head. Not even when you watched her lead him to her car.

  You lost count of how many times Eddie had made other girls his, too. 

  And like some pathetic worm with no backbone, you let him. Okay—it’s not like you could physically stop them, though tonight your drink had ended up all over him, maybe that put a little stutter in his plans. But there wouldn’t be a too if you just fucking stopped. 

  Just . . .stopped. 

  Stopped taking his calls, stopped answering your door for him, your window, let your co-worker take over the counter the moment he stepped in, stopped looking for his car, stopped thinking about him and that stupid fucking dimple, stopped thinking about how special you felt when he had your naked body pressed against his under the warmth of blankets, his rough fingertips tracing over your sweaty shoulder. How he’d always get so tender, pull you even closer and whisper how much you meant to him while pressing slow kisses to your face. How he never wanted to lose you, wouldn’t know what to do, couldn’t live. It was the sweetest agony. 

  Most of all, you wish he would stop being there in the morning, all soft breaths and fluttering lashes as he tried to be as close to you as he could, even in a deep slumber. It’s how you know he means it. He means everything he tells you. There is truth to those sweet nothings, declarations, proclamations. You know it. 

  And that’s why it all hurt so bad, because you know he cares about you as much as he says he does and he still always fucking hurts you, always breaks your heart, but because you know he cares, you’d just let him back in like some fucking clown.

  He gets to break you over and over again and you let him because he always puts the pieces back together.

  You know what people say about you—everyone knows the two of you are involved and they’d see him out and about with others. Your fumbling answers about what the two of you aren’t just make it clear to them that you’re a doormat and you can’t even deny it. Just avoid their pitiful looks thrown your way.

  After washing your face, you take a long hard look at yourself in the mirror; eyes rimmed red, lashes clustering together, face etched in misery. When you can’t stand the person on the other side of the mirror any longer, you flip the light switch and leave the bathroom, pick your favorite tape to listen to, set the volume low and slip into bed. 

  You’d teetered with the idea of smoking a little, but that would just stave off the heartbreak. Might as well feel it in the moment while you still have the sense of mind before—

  Knock, knock, knock.

  A humorless chuckle escapes you, muffled into your pillow as your eyes slip shut. Sometimes by the front door, just about always by the window. You think it’s another one of his little relationship doorstops; can’t be serious with you if he uses your window to sneak into your house, it’s much too intimate to walk through your front door. 

  Of course, he can’t let you have a moment of peace, not even when you’re down. No, he has to fix you now. That’s how the toxic cycle goes. So, dutifully, you play your part, though this time, things have changed.

  You toss the blankets off and pad over to your window but you don’t open it right away. Instead, you stare at him. Take him in.

  Eddie is in different attire, shirt and jeans swapped out for one of his old club shirts and some sweats. His hair isn’t as voluminous, it’s wet. He’d had to shower to rid himself of your wine cooler. There’s no trace of the Eddie you saw at the party, this one has eyes filled with sorrow and depth, almost like he’s known nothing else. You know better. 

  Please, he mouths through the glass. You stare a beat longer before the latch is unlocked and he’s hastily pulling it open, clambering in ungracefully. 

  As you watch him gain his footing, part of you wants to taunt yourself about how you’ve let this man, so below your league and wonderful, ruin your life. He’s hot, sure, but you're hotter. That’s just the truth. You denied it a lot at the beginning of your shitty cherished relationship, felt so insecure to have a man like him paying you attention when he can have everyone. But he was no man. And he still had everyone along with you. Those pitting glances weren’t just because of what you let him put you through, it was because they knew you could do better.

  For some reason, the idiot who got his shoe caught on the window sill is the one your heart wants. 

  God, you hate him.

  Rolling your eyes, you go back to your bed, climbing back into your warm blankets. Your back is to him, yet you can still feel his hesitance, see the look on his face, how his adam’s apple bobs as he swallows hard. His stare is intense but it doesn’t unnerve you. Not this time. You feel the bed dip as he climbs in behind you. 

  There’s still some distance between the two of you, you can tell he’s uncertain. Then, he scuttles forward until he’s pressed to your back, arm slipping around your middle to drag you impossibly closer. 

  He’s surrounding you, the scent of Eddie’s all-in-one shampoo and body wash filling your nostrils, underlying smell of the joint he’d smoked to calm his nerves before coming over, and the cheap body spray he’d soaked himself in to try and hide it.

  “I didn’t fuck her,” he whispers, lips at your ear. “Swear I didn’t. Couldn’t.”

  You don’t say anything, just stare at the poster of Roxette pinned to your wall. His arm tightens around you and you can feel his heart hammering against your back.

  “I-I couldn’t do that to you,” he continues and you huff, that bitter smile from earlier returning. Eddie goes stiff behind you, but he has nothing to worry about. You won’t kick him out, won't toss him to the curb like you should. You both know you won’t. He knows you should, knows he hurts you and he honest to god doesn’t know why. Couldn’t tell anyone to save his own life. 

  He just—he just fucks shit up. It’s not self-sabotage because Eddie knows he risks losing you and he doesn’t want to, doesn’t ever want to exist in a world where you don’t want him, don’t want to be with him.

  But he still does it anyway. Still goes and kisses girls knowing you’re watching, does worse when you’re not. 

  The worst part—other than hurting you—is that he doesn’t even want them. Not really. Other than in that moment, Eddie couldn’t give a single shit about them beyond being a Good Samaritan. It’s you he wants all the time.

  You’re the only constant thing he needs in his life, wants around him all the time, craves, lusts after, loves, cherishes. For the rest of his life. But Eddie hurts you, and he doesn’t know why. 

  That’s why he can’t be your boyfriend. Evidently, he’d be a shit one. Not that he’s doing a spectacular job being your…whatever it is he was, whatever the two of you were. 

  Yes, he always fucks up, but he keeps part of you safe from him by not being your boyfriend. One day, you’ll leave him. 

  He knows it. It scares the shit out of him and he prays to deities he doesn’t really believe in that it won’t happen, that he’ll get this shit together and make right by you, but he knows you’ll leave him. You genuinely deserve better. 

  “I wish I didn’t know you,” Eddie tenses once more at your voice, at your statement. It’s said with nonchalance, like you were commenting on the weather. He relaxes, heart clenching in pain as he somehow holds you even tighter.

  “I know.”

  “I hate that I love you. Wish I would just stop.” You shimmy around until you’re facing him, Eddie’s hold on you loosens to allow it, and when you’re settled, he pulls you close again, your nose nudging along the neckline of his shirt.

  “I know.” He whispers out again, vision blurring with unshed tears. He loves you, too. Neither of you ever say it directly, just make references to it. 

  “I will, though. Maybe not tonight, but I won’t always love you.” It’s said with certainty. You’ll take this treatment for now, but you know you won’t forever. Despite the pathetic place you’d found yourself in tonight, again, you’re making strides. Gone was the loser who would just watch him betray you after spending the entire day making you feel like the two of you were the only ones on earth who mattered. Tonight, you’d stepped in. You were growing more self aware. Soon, you would stop answering the door. Stop answering his calls. Stop loving him. 

  And you’d look back and cringe, maybe laugh with your friends about how stupid and naive you’d been. You’d move on, too. Meet someone who treats you as good as Eddie does when he isn’t sucking another girl’s face. They won’t kiss or fuck anyone else, they’ll only ever know you from the moment that spark ignites. You might worry from time to time, effects from Eddie, but they’ll gently coax it out of you, build your trust up and one day you won’t worry. All you’ll know is their love.

  Yeah, you’d stop loving him.

  Eddie makes an indistinguishable sound, you know he’s fighting sniffles. Can hear the emotion in his voice, “I know.”

  You nuzzle your face into his chest before your cheek settles there, listening to the fast paced beating coming from within it and you wonder if it’ll happen tomorrow. If you’ll wake up, see Eddie sleeping in your bed, and have your first thought be how much you want him out of it and away from you without a trace of fondness for him. You’ll just wake up and not love him anymore.

  You slip a leg between his to tangle your limbs, breathing in his scent as deeply as you can when your eyelids flutter shut.

  And while you spend your last moments of consciousness hoping tonight’s the last night you’ll let him hold you, Eddie spends the rest of it wide awake, and hoping. Hoping if he doesn’t fall asleep, he won’t wake up to you telling him you don’t love him. Hoping he’ll miraculously become a better person for you overnight. Hoping he won’t lose you.

  Hoping you’ll always be his girl.

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[xtra7s]

After reading and gay panicking over "Something Special" I wanna see them doing some interviews together and just flirting. Wonder how the gays/fans might think about them and some of them were just "kiss already!"

𝗦𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗹: 𝗜𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗶𝗲𝘄𝘀 ──── 𝘙𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘦 𝘙𝘢𝘱𝘱 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

Synopsis: Renee and Y/N go on a few interviews for their new show, "Unveiling Hearts."

Content: Renee Rapp x Fem!Reader, fluff, some angst, jealous!Renee, shitty interviewer

Word Count: 1.7k

a/n: I love this request so much it was so fun to write. I hope you enjoy it!!

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The soft hum of the studio lights filled the room as Renee Rapp and Y/N settled into their seats, ready for another interview about their hit show "Unveiling Hearts." The atmosphere was buzzing with excitement, and the chemistry between the two leading ladies was undeniable. The host, an enthusiastic journalist named Alex, couldn't help but notice the playful glances and subtle smiles exchanged between Renee and Y/N.

"Well, well, well, look at the dynamic duo gracing our studio today! Renee, Y/N, welcome back to the show!" Alex speaks loudly while grinning.

Renee smirks back at him, holding her hands out, opening and closing her fingers at him. "Thanks for having us, baby it's always a pleasure."

"Absolutely, we're thrilled to be here," Y/N responds, her thigh bumping against Renees.

The interview kicked off with questions about the latest season of "Unveiling Hearts," but the underlying tension between Renee and Y/N quickly surfaced. It wasn't long before the conversation took a turn, becoming a delightful dance of playful banter and teasing.

"Fans are loving the on-screen chemistry between your characters. How do you manage to make it look so effortless?" Alex asks, reading off of his cards as he tilts his head at them.

Renee grins at Y/N, turning her head back to Alex. "Well, when you're working with someone as talented and stunning as Y/N, it's hard not to have chemistry, on and off screen."

"Aw, thanks, Renee. You're not too bad yourself." Y/N returns the smile, squinting her eyes at Renee subtly.

The interview continued, with each question providing an opportunity for more flirting. Renee's fingers grazed Y/N's arm as they laughed at a shared inside joke, and Y/N playfully bit her lip when complimenting Renee's acting skills. The subtle touches and lingering glances were enough to leave the audience swooning.

Alex raised an eyebrow, asking a question curiously. "Alright, spill the beans! Are there any real-life romances blossoming behind the scenes?"

Renee and Y/N exchanged a knowing look before bursting into laughter.

Renee shakes her head softly, with a knowing grin. "Well, Alex, I think Y/N and I have a special connection, she's really my little baby, but it's all in good fun."

As the interview wrapped up, the air in the room was charged with anticipation. The chemistry between Renee Rapp and Y/N was undeniable, leaving fans eagerly awaiting the next episode of "Unveiling Hearts" and secretly hoping that the sparks flying off-screen might someday ignite into something more.

After the lively interview, Renee and Y/N found themselves in the hallway, heading toward the shared bathroom. The air was filled with light energy, a residue of the playful banter they had just shared on camera. Their laughter echoed through the hallway, a melody of shared secrets and inside jokes.

Renee smiled softly at Y/N as they walked through the halls of the building, "Well, that was certainly something."

"Definitely. I think we've mastered the art of subtle flirting during interviews." Y/N matched the expression on her face, their hands hitting against each other as they walked.

As they entered the bathroom, the door swung shut behind them. The atmosphere shifted, and the playful glances they exchanged during the interview now turned into something more intense. The muted lighting of the bathroom cast a warm glow over the scene.

Renee, unable to resist the magnetic pull, closed the distance between them. Y/N's eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint as Renee cupped her cheek gently. They shared a knowing smile before their lips met in a soft, lingering kiss.

The taste of shared laughter lingered as their lips danced together, a delightful extension of the chemistry that had filled the interview room. The giggles bubbled up between kisses, and the two women found themselves lost in the moment, their connection deepening with each stolen breath.

Renee pulled back with a shy smile, her breath hitting Y/N's face from the height difference. "Who knew an interview could be so… electrifying?"

"Maybe we should consider adding some behind-the-scenes footage for our fans." Y/N murmured, joking quietly with Renee as she held her waist gently.

Their laughter echoed off the bathroom walls, a symphony of joy and shared affection. The kiss was sweet yet passionate, a secret celebration of their connection. Eventually, they pulled away, foreheads resting against each other, breaths mingling in the quiet intimacy. Renee spoke softly, "I guess our characters aren't the only ones with chemistry."

With one last shared laugh, they exited the bathroom, ready to face another interview for their show. The interview had been a playful dance, and the stolen kisses in the bathroom were the encore, leaving fans to speculate and daydream about the real-life love story unfolding behind the scenes of "Unveiling Hearts."

The studio lights illuminated the set as Y/N and Renee settled into their chairs for another interview. This time, the atmosphere was charged with a subtle tension. The host, a charismatic interviewer named Jordan, couldn't help but be captivated by Y/N's charm, and it didn't go unnoticed by Renee, who sat beside Y/N, casting occasional glances at Jordan.

Jordan smirked as he looked solely at Y/N, almost ignoring Renee's presence altogether. "Y/N, welcome back! It's always a pleasure to have you on the show."

"Thanks, Jordan. We're excited to be here." Y/N smiled with a nod, looking towards Renee with a supportive smile.

The questions started innocently enough, but as the interview progressed, Jordan's tone took on a more flirtatious edge. Y/N, being the charismatic (and nervous) individual she was, played along, exchanging smiles and witty banter. Renee, however, began to sense a shift in the dynamic and couldn't help but feel a twinge of protectiveness.

Jordan leaned in towards Y/N, an smile on his face making Y/N uneasy. "Y/N, your character on 'Unveiling Hearts' is just so captivating. How do you manage to bring such intensity to the screen?"

"Well, Jordan, it helps to have an amazing co-star like Renee. Our on-screen chemistry is something special." Y/N responded quickly, placing a hand on Renee's knee and squeezing it supportively as a way to calm her down.

Jordan raised an eyebrow, winking at Y/N. "I can imagine. But I must say, Y/N, your personal charm is equally captivating. How do you keep that magnetic energy off-screen?"

Renee's grip on the armrest tightened, and she shot a subtle glance at Y/N, who maintained her composed demeanor. The flirtatious undertones were growing more apparent, and Renee felt a rising urge to assert herself.

"Well, Jordan, Y/N is just naturally magnetic. It's hard not to be drawn to her, on and off the set." Renee responds, clenching her jaw as she smiles widely at him.

Jordan leans even closer, smiling at Renee but focusing on Y/N. "I couldn't agree more. And speaking of off-screen, are there any real-life romances going on with you beyond the screen, Y/N?"

Y/N held a wide smile, her eyes flickering down to Renee's clenched hands. "there is, actually. She's pretty great."

Renee snapped her head toward Y/N, a smile growing on her face softly, though her eyes revealed a subtle tension. She couldn't openly express her protective instincts, knowing their relationship needed to remain a secret. The interview continued with Jordan's flirty remarks, leaving Renee to navigate the delicate balance of maintaining composure while silently reassuring herself.

As the interview concluded, Y/N and Renee exchanged a look, a silent acknowledgment of the unique challenges they faced in the world of fame. Once off-camera, Y/N couldn't help but address the situation.

Once in the car, Y/N turned to Renee in the driver's seat, grabbing her hand softly. "Are you okay? That got a bit intense."

Renee smiled softly at Y/N as she examined Renee's palms, running her fingers over the fingernail marks dug into them. "I'm fine, Y/N. Just part of the job. Besides, I know you're mine, baby."

Y/N nodded, managing a smile, as she leaned down and kissed Renee's palms softly, the protective instinct lingering in Renee's eyes as they navigated the intricacies of fame and secrecy.

A few days had passed since the interview, and Y/N and Renee found themselves at home, seeking comfort in each other's company. The soft glow of the evening sun filled their living room as they nestled into the cushions of the sofa. With their favorite blanket draped over them, they scrolled through TikTok, creative edits and reactions the fans had come up with in response to the recent interview popping up on Renee's feed.

Y/N giggled, pointing cutely at the screen. "Look at this one, Renee! It's you being pissed as hell at that one interviewer "

Renee wrapped her arm around Y/N protectively, drawing her in closer, their bodies fitting perfectly together. As they watched the tiktoks, snippets of their playful banter during the interview were mixed with behind-the-scenes clips of them laughing and enjoying each other's company.

"Well, they certainly know how to capture our chemistry, on and off-screen." Renee grinned, grasping Y/N tightly as she kissed her gently.

Y/N kissed her back lightly, "It's amazing how creative the fans are. I love how they pick up on the smallest details."

They continued scrolling, finding edits that ranged from heartwarming to downright hilarious. The comments section was filled with fans expressing their love for the on-screen couple and speculating about the hidden dynamics behind the scenes.

Renee shook her head with an eye roll at the edit of Renee increasingly upset during Jordan's interview, "Fuck that asshole. Seriously."

Y/N chuckled, pressing a gentle kiss to Renee's forehead. The weight of the secret they were keeping from the public faded away in the warmth of their shared laughter and affection.

They continued their TikTok journey, immersing themselves in the fan-created content that showcased their on-screen chemistry and the subtle hints of their off-screen connection. The living room echoed with laughter and the occasional gasp at the creativity of their dedicated fans.

Renee kissed her cheek, grinning at her. "We might need to step up our game if they're catching on this quickly."

"Game on, Rapp."

[crimsntwlip]

scars | remus lupin

pairing: remus lupin x reader

summary: based on this request!

a/n: so sorry i took awhile to post this req <33 remus art creds to: @/likeafunerall on ig!!

| posted: 4/2/24 | masterlist |

you and remus had been friends for quite some time now, bonding over your shared love for books and late night conversations. however, there was one thing you noticed about him - he never liked talking about his scars.

you, on the other hand, had a few scars yourself, but they were nothing compared to the ones that marred remus's skin. yours were mostly from childhood scrapes and silly accidents, each with its own funny story or memory attached to it. you would often laugh and joke about them, but whenever the topic of scars came up, remus would quickly change the subject.

one night, as the two of you sat in the gryffindor common room, you found yourself recounting the story behind a scar on your knee from falling out of a tree when you were younger. remus listened in awe as you animatedly described the events leading up to the fall and the hilarious aftermath.

“ i can't believe you were that brave as a child,” remus said, his eyes shining with admiration. “i would have been too scared to even climb a tree.”

you chuckled, feeling a warmth spread through your chest at his words. “well, you never know what you're capable of until you try, right?”

you noticed a shift in remus' demeanor. his eyes seemed to darken slightly, and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “is everything alright, remus?” you asked, concerned.

he hesitated for a moment before finally speaking, his voice low and hesitant. “i... i don't really like talking about my scars.”

you nodded understandingly, not wanting to push him further. but to your surprise, remus spoke up again, his voice barely above a whisper. “but... hearing you talk about your scars and the memories behind them, it's... it's nice. It's like... they're not just scars, they're... stories.”

you smiled softly, feeling a warmth in your chest at his words. “yeah, they're like reminders of the adventures and mishaps we've had along the way.”

for a brief moment, there was a comfortable silence between the two of you, before remus spoke up once more, his voice stronger this time. “i... suppose I could share a story or two about my scars, if you're interested.”

you beamed at him, eager to hear the tales behind the mysterious marks that marred his skin. as the conversation shifted to remus, you couldn't help but notice the way his expression softened when he spoke about his scars. he reluctantly shared a few stories behind them, but you could tell it was difficult for him. you made sure to listen attentively, showing him the same patience and understanding he always showed you.

as remus finished telling his story, to which he now regretted telling, he nervously fidgeted with his hands.

noticing his demeanor, you smiled, reaching out to squeeze his hand in solidarity. “i think your scars are beautiful, remus,” you said softly, your eyes meeting his with warmth and understanding. “and i wouldn't change a single one of them because they're a part of what makes you who you are.”

remus met your gaze, his eyes shimmering with emotion as he processed your words. a soft smile played on his lips, and he squeezed your hand back gently. in that moment, you both shared a silent understanding, a newfound closeness that transcended words.

“thank you,” remus whispered, his voice filled with gratitude. “you always see the best in people, don't you?”

you shrugged modestly, a hint of blush coloring your cheeks. “i just know a good soul when I see one.”

the two of you sat in a comfortable silence, the crackling of the fire in the common room providing a soothing background noise as you two continued talking through the night.

[onesidedradiostatic]

"Vox will be the main antagonist of season two" okay. And Angel Dust will simply teach Alastor the fine arts of "flirting" and "leading people on". This is how they orchestrate Vox's downfall.

THIS IS SO FUNNY THOUGH this is why I love this comic so much

I love the idea of just. taking advantage of vox's obsession with alastor to the hotel crew's advantage (did any of them hear ANY part of stayed gone? I mean there's a radio in the main room so they had to have at least heard alastor's part if not vox's), I find it incredibly funny if like one way or another they find out that vox tried to ask alastor OUT and their first solution is to use alastor to their advantage and alastor begrudgingly agrees (after recovering from the shock of the revelation which went something like "what")

alastor showing up, trying to take vox out to dinner, hating every second of it, and vox mentally thinks

HAH! After all these years you come crawling back to me. After you rejected being with me, after you lost your opportunity to share greatness with me, how could you possibly think I'd agree to this?

"So… will you… *sigh* join…. me……. for dinner?" he says with an exasperated look.

As if! "Yes!" FUCK!

alastor sucks at doing what angel taught him (and refuses to even do everything he tried to teach him. because no. absolutely not.) but it works anyways. because it's vox.

whatever losses the vees suffer from because of this, velvette scolds vox for and he goes on about how much he was tricked and when she finds out it's just because alastor took him out to dinner she bursts out laughing

[lovelybrooke]

How they knew (Yandere Ouran High School Host Club).

You know how in the first episode; a little lightbulb turns on went off whenever one of the hosts figured out Haruhi was a girl? Well, that's how I imagine it was like for them when they figured out, they loved you, which inspired this fic. (Warning, bad usd to yen calculations, I just looked it up).

Honey knew he would like you the moment he saw you.

You were awkward, sitting so stiffly across from Haruhi as you slowly eat your cake, eyes darting around the old music room in what was very obviously nervous.

You stood out like a sore thumb, your commoner clothing a stark contrast to the bright uniforms of Ouran Acadamy. It was so obvious that Honey noticed you immediately when you walked into the club, watching as you beelined towards Haruhi, who was excited to see you.

Despite your demeanor, Honey just couldn't help but be drawn to you. You were just so cute as you stuttered and stammered when he skipped over to you and started a conversation. He learned you were on an art scholarship, the dried marker and paint that littered your hands a clear sign to that. He learned you were in Haruhi's year, and while you weren't as gifted as her, you were just as determined. Most importantly, he learned you loved sweets, and as you eventually got over your nervousness you happily ate slice after slice of cake.

Honey's time with you flew by, eventually Haruhi taking your time back from him. He couldn't believe how short your interaction was, and he was honestly frustrated having it taken from him. Before you could leave, he made you promise to come see him again, linking his pinkies with you to seal it.

---

The next day, you didn't show up. You didn't show up for the next few weeks, and Honey didn't like it at all.

He pried Haruhi on where he could find you, leading him to one of Ouran's many art rooms. When he walked inside, he could see you sitting in front of a large canvas, a light wash of colors laying on top of it. You were painting peacefully, and for a while, Honey just watched you. He liked you the most when you weren't trembling with nerves, just being yourself. You were beautiful, your skin glowing in the slowly setting sun as you hummed along to a song playing from your headphones.

It was when you turned around and noticed him, a bright smile gracing your face that Honey realized he loved you, and he embraced it like a warm hug.

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Haruhi wonders where you've been all her life, and why she hadn't met you sooner.

Haruhi is thankful for your friendship, she really is, but sometimes she wishes you could be something more.

She knows though, that because she a host member, and because she needs to pay off her debt, that you two could never be more. And she's fine with that, she really is, but somedays she wishes you two could've met under different circumstances.

Nothing proves that more than the third year cuddling up to you, ranting about his classes as he hands you another slice of cake. Haruhi fumed silently as Honey fed you a bit of cake from his plate, the giggle coming from his mouth as you took a bite being anything but sweet.

"Haruhi." Somehow, Hikaru was on her right.

"What's up with you?" Kaoru was on her left. She groans as the twins follow her fine of sight, smirking at the sight in front of them.

"Oh, I see," They giggle as they eye Haruhi, who was now slightly red, "You're jealous." They said in tandem.

"Am not." She said, walking away only for them to follow. They laugh, looking at each other for a second before looking back at her.

"So, you wouldn't mind if we hung out with them tomorrow, would you?" Haruhi's eyes widened for a moment before shifting to a glare. Crossing her arms, she shrugs and rolls her eyes.

"Of course, I wouldn't." Haruhi knew they knew she was lying, but she couldn't back down now.

The twins both smiled at her before walking off, her heart already dropping to her stomach.

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The next day, of course, the twins were all over you. You were at the host club before she was, and when she arrived you were playing the twins stupid game.

"Can you tell which one of us is Hikaru?" They stood in front of you, smiling coyly down at you from your seat on the couch. Haruhi watched you think for a second, before you pointed.

"You're Hikaru," You pointed to the twin on the right. "And you're Kaoru." You finished. Haruhi watched as the twin's playful façade faltered, their faces bewildered. As quickly as it happened, they recovered.

"You're wrong, sorry~." No, you weren't, Haruhi could tell. Either way though, you deflated, your pout causing Haruhi to blush.

"Aw, I could've sworn I was right." You murmur to yourself, eyes meeting Haruhi's as she walks over to you. You lighten up a little, waving at her.

"Oh, hey Haruhi, what's up?" Haruhi doesn't know why her heart races at your simple question, but she can help it. She lucky she was even able to make an excuse for you to get away from the brothers, claiming she wanted to study with you, which wasn't far from the truth. She just wanted to spend some time with you, together.

She could hear the twin's snicker something, "And she says she isn't jealous." She thinks Hikaru said, she wasn't paying attention. She was too focused on you.

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Hikaru and Kaoru always shared everything.

It was in their nature as twins. It's like they had this mutual understanding that everything they do, they do together. Everything they own, they own together. Everything they are, they are together.

"Hikaru." Kaoru starts, not looking at his brother as he gets ready for bed. "What do you think about (Y/N)?" He whispers, mind wandering with thoughts of you. It was strange for anyone to be able to tell them apart, especially so easily. Ever since that moment, all he could think about was you, it was kind of embarrassing.

Kaoru can hear Hikaru shift slighting before scoffing, "What is there to think about." He says plainly. Karou looks over at him, his brother seemingly completely uninterested.

Kaoru shrugs, "I don't know, don't you think it's strange." He says, watching as his brother rolls his eyes.

"It's not that big of a deal, they probably cheated anyway." Hikaru mumbled the last part, but Kaoru still heard, not responding as he laid down to sleep.

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Apparently, it did matter, because as Hikaru watched you giggle and joke around with Kaoru, he couldn't help but wonder how you knew.

Honestly, it makes him kind of angry. Why was it so easy for you. You had to have cheated, you definitely cheated. There's no other reason for why he feels this way, right?

He hears you giggle again, and Hikaru wanted to rip his hair out. He hated the sound, even more than he hated Kaoru's dumb smile that stretched across his face.

He wanted Kaoru to hate you as much as he did. He wanted you to leave the host club, damn the school entirely, and never come back.

Hikaru watches as Kaoru puts his hand on your arm in a way that was definitely more than platonic, not that you could tell. Disgusted, Hikaru gets up from his seat and storms out of the club room, to where, he doesn't know.

What he does know is he hates the blush that runs up his cheeks when he hears your concern for him as you ask where he's going.

---

Kaoru is in love with you. He loves you; he loves thinking about you, he loves talking about you, he loves being with you.

The issue was Hikaru.

Hikaru loved you too, that was obvious by the blush that covered his cheeks when he heard your voice. But he would never admit it. Whether it's because his pride or because some other deep emotion, no one knew. On the outside, Hikaru was able to hide it, but Kaoru knew, Kaoru always knew.

"Just admit it, Hikaru." Kaour started, "You're in love with them." Hikaru scoffed quietly, his uncaring façade never leaving his face.

"Just because you love the Kaoru doesn't mean I do." He spoke. Their bedroom was silent after that, but Hikaru could hear Kaoru lay down on the bed. Hikaru turned towards his brother, bringing his knees to his chest.

Maybe Hikaru did love you. Maybe he wanted to be with you. But he was afraid. Afraid of messing with the delicate balance that him and his brother has. He's afraid of submitting to someone else. Be more that all that, he's afraid of someone taking you from him, and that he'll never have another chance with you.

Maybe Hikaru is in love.

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Mori has always liked the quiet. He's content with watching the world around them in peaceful silence.

His favorite thing to watch is you.

You were becoming a common sight at the host club. You always came for Haruhi, but either the twins or Honey would steal you from her. It was somewhat amusing to watch his colleagues become slowly enamored with you.

He didn't expect it to happen to him, however.

You were nice, too nice for you own good. It started slowly, actions that were barely noticeable to other people. Things like offering a piece of your lunch to him when him and Honey would eat with you. Or when you would see him in the hallways and ask how he was doing. Or when you offered to help him in a class he was struggling with, not expecting anything in return.

His feelings for you slowly and slowly built up like an all-consuming force. Whenever he saw you, the world around him would become hazy and all he could focus on was you.

It became too much, the feelings eventually creeping out of him one random day at school. After taking Honey to his class, he saw you, crouching on the floor, your eyes red and raw.

"(Y/N)." He said, his heart sinking as he hears you sniffle, "what's wrong." You shake your head, choosing to stay quiet. "What happened?" Mori prodded forward as you wiped your eyes.

"Just some stupid classmate." You snarled slightly and rolled your eyes, "vandalized a project of mine. Took me forever." You mumbled.

The familiar feeling of rage pooled up inside Mori. He murmured something about you waiting for him before walking off towards the art classroom.

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Mori has always liked the quiet, especially in moments like this, his breath labored and heavy as sweat beats down his forehead. Below him, a first year, beaten and bruised, but living.

It wasn't hard getting the information from the kid; he was bragging loudly to his friends about the stupid commoner who bumped into him earlier, so he got revenge by destroying the project they were working on.

Mori couldn't explain the rage he felt, but it emanated out of him like steam, it only increasing as he followed the kid back to the art room, cornering him. Before he could even get a word out, Mori's hands were on him, punching and hitting the first year in a blind rage. His fists came down so fast, the first year could barely scream, only small gasps coming from him.

Eventually, the world quiets down, and everything comes back into focus. He turns his head to see your art piece standing up on an easel. He could see bits of the self-portrait behind the mess paint carelessly splattered across the canvas.

Mori slowly stood up, ignoring the barely living kid beneath him as he approached the canvas, carefully caressing the piece of you he could see. He retracts his hand, frowning at the smear of blood left on the canvas.

In this moment, Mori wondered if this was the farthest he would go for you only to laugh at the thought. He was willing to go much, much, further for you.

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"Ah, you're Haruhi's friend." Kyoya already knew you, you've been coming here for weeks. You were sitting at Haruhi's table, waiting for her to finish her classes.

"Um-yeah, what's up?" Kyoya would be lying if he said he didn't think your little stuttering was cute. Kyoya smiled coyly, pushing up his glasses while looking down at you.

"I've heard you are a wonderful artist and would like to commission a piece for the host club's website." He explained. You looked surprised, but who could blame you. An extremely rich student was offering to pay you for your art.

"Oh! What exactly are you looking for?" Kyoya sits down across from you and stares at you with a pleased expression.

"I would like individual portraits of all the hosts, if that is possible." He watches you think for a second before nodding slowly.

"It'll probably take me a while" You mumble to yourself. You look at him with a small tilt of the head, "How much are you paying."

He let out a smile laugh, "I think 14,000 per portrait should suffice." Your eyes nearly popped out of your head at amount. The money was nothing in comparison to what we had, but you didn't have to know that.

You were fast to agree, something Kyoya very much liked.

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Over the next few weeks, Kyoya has been visiting your classroom to view your progress on the portraits. Eventually the visits became less about making sure you were keeping up to schedule and more about well, you.

Kyoya found you so interesting, for a commoner at least. You were shy and quiet, but so fiercely determined when it came to what you were passionate about. And you were talented, very much so. Even with your cheap art supply, you were able to create such beautiful works of art, it was breathtaking.

"You didn't have to get this for me Kyoya." You utter, looking down at the very expensive paints Kyoya purchased for you. Your demeanor became shy when he puts a hand on your back and smiles.

"It's just a small gesture, think of it as a thank you for the portraits." He says. Kyoya looks over at the canvas in front of you, it being a rough sketch of Tamaki. The other, finished painting laying on the floor to dry. What caught his eye however was a painting in the corner, a painting of yourself.

"You're doing a self-portrait?" Kyoya asked, pointing over to the smaller canvas. You quickly get up from your seat and turn the canvas around, embarrassment seeping through your laugh.

"How much?" You look confused, shaking your head.

"It's a project so..."

"After it's turned in and graded, how much for it." You move the painting away to the other side of the room.

"It's not for sale, Kyoya."

"I'll pay double, if that's what you would like?" Now you look frustrated, sitting back down across from the canvas.

"Why do you want it so bad anyway?" You grumble, picking up a paintbrush.

Kyoya moves over to the painting, eyes scanning over your soft features. Kyoya feels as though he could look at the painting for years and keep finding little things about you that made you beautiful. He tears his eyes away from the painting, looking back at you.

"How about triple?"

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Tamaki felt like something was off. Everyone was acting weird today, Haruhi was late, Hikaru and Kaoru were whispering to each other, Honey and Mori seemed distracted, even Kyoya seemed off.

"It seems like the hosts have caught something." Kyoya said while scribbling something in his notebook. Tamaki gave him a raised brow, Kyoya simply smiling. "Who knows, maybe it'll spread to you."

Tamaki doesn't know what he's talking about, none of the members seem ill. Maybe he should wear a mask to school tomarrow?

"Excuse me, you're blocking the door." Tamaki breaks out of his stupor, looking down at you. You looked familiar, he's seen you somewhere before.

"Oh, you're Haruhi's friend, right?" Tamaki asked as he moved for you to enter the classroom. You nod, walking slightly faster as Tamaki attempts to follow you.

"I've seen you at the host club before, why haven't you requested anyone other than Haruhi? Have you and Haruhi been friends long?" He just wouldn't stop talking, and he wounded leave you alone.

"Don't you have a class to be at." You said, and Tamaki bashfully rubbed the back of his neck, giving you a small goodbye before leaving.

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The next time he saw you was at the host club, eating cake and drinking tea with Haruhi. He couldn't stop watching you, and it was distracting him from his host duties.

He had to pull his eyes away from you and focus on the girl at his side, only to hear your voice as you talk to Haruhi and turn back towards you, eyes sparkling at your laugh. To Tamaki, it was like everything was just easier with you. You were easy to love, and you made him feel like he was easy to love.

It became a common thing to see you at the host club, and slowly and slowly, Tamaki was getting closer to you. It started with offering to walk you to class, then giving you treats to take home, eventually those treats becoming expensive gifts that he knew you would never be able to afford. He thrived off of your happy smile when he gave you a gift, the nice touches you gave him when you saw him in the hallways.

But most importantly, he liked the looks of jealousy he got from the other hosts. Whenever he gave you another piece of jewelry or bouquet of flowers, he reveled in the envious glares his club members would give him as you thanked him profusely.

Tamaki never though it was possible for someone like him to become so utterly enamored with someone like you, but it's not like he's complaining, moments like this being his favorite. You were sitting next to him after club hours, helping him with an assignment he was struggling with. From his vantage point, he could see the small wrinkles in your brow, he could smell the smallest hint of your shampoo, it made him want to move closer to you and never move away.

After studying, Tamaki offered to drive you home, which you always refused. He sighed, wishing you wouldn't be so stubborn and let him take care of you, but wished you a safe walk home either way.

Once you were far gone, Tamaki pulled out his phone, dialing Kyoya's number. It rang for a few seconds before he answered.

"Kyoya, I think I caught something."

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A/n: I really don't know what to think about this but either way, request for ohshc if you want.

[norrisleclercf1]

Mafia!Oscar Piastri Headcannons

A/N: heheheheh

Warnings: Angst, blood, gun wound, threats on life, bodyguard trope bitches, etc.

Having a bodyguard was not ideal

certainly when it's one who is young and very cute

he was just a shadow and kept his distance

your father was a very man who had many enemy's

that would do anything to you just to make a point to your dad

Oscar was his name, yet he rarely answered you when

you talked to him leading you to grumble

It's not that he was a stranger

you've seen him around your mother as he used to be

one of her guards, yet when someone sent a note

saying you were going to die

your father removed the best guard he had put them on you

Oscar was the head of the security and was no fool

to the world of Mafia as he too was your father's right

hand man

you knew that anything you did , said or much less looked

was being reporting back to your father

it was rather annoying when you couldn't even

breathe without oscar being there

Being quiet was not your thing you wanted to talk to

the man but he just kept his eyes forward and breathe

so still you sometimes thought he wasn't even breathing

the first time he spoke to you it took you by shock hearing

his accent, having always thought he might be British

but instead he was Australian and that made you

flushed

Oscar saw you trying to reach for a book in store

coming up behind you he grabs the book pressing you

between the shelf and his body

hands you the book saying here you go, no emotion

on his face, well you could say he was bored out of his mind

taking it you just nod and bolt off, your shadow right there

he slowly started to talk to you more and more

one night you couldn't sleep, poking your head out of your

door you see Oscar right across it, eyes alert seeing the movement

asks if something is wrong, grabbing his gun immediately

shaking your head no you admit that you can't sleep

Kinda glares at you, asking how that is his problem

cringing at his words, he was right

he's just your bodyguard not anything else

Sighing loudly, he moves from his spot and fits his body

through the door while you back up

walks to your bed and shrugs up his suit jacket and kicks off

his shoes and sits on your bed, back against the head board

and ankles crossed he closes is eyes

you ask what he's doing, but he doesn't answer

stomping over you crawl into your bed lying on your side, facing

him as Oscar just keep his eyes closed you hate the silence

you start talking first

about your life growing up

hating the violence, the secrecy and never having privacy

but you explain just how much you hate the bodyguards

Oscar opens one eye looking down at you

he asks if you hate him, but you look down at your hand

saying that you don't hate him, just that he doesn't

treat you like you're a person

but some object that could break if you even look at it

humming he closes the eye again

silent again you grow anxious when you feel a hand grab yours

you jerk at the movement, but calm seeing that it's Oscar's hand

his voice is low, telling you about his life in Australia

how he misses home, his family, but a part of him is glad

that he is here, that only one thing has kept him here

you ask him what it is, but his fingers squeeze yours

telling you that it's a secret

that night is filled with telling each other everything

how you loved art and wanted to travel the world and paint it

Oscar saying he came here when he was 12 and always heard

about you and how he became the best

9 months of Oscar being your bodyguard your father

decides to throw a ball, something Oscar strongly disagrees

with as the threat on your life is strong, but he waves it off

saying that Oscar should know his place and be quiet

Oscar storms to your room, in a silent fury

refuses to talk to anyone, even you who was able to get

the boy to laugh and smile

Oscar is glued to your side the entire night refusing to

let you grab your own drink or accept a dance from anyone

your father seeing this, grows red as he tells Oscar

to just dance with you

you blush but are excited as your feelings of friendship

have developed into something far more

not thinking twice, Oscar drags you to the middle of the floor

it's a soft song as he pulls you flushed against him scanning

the room, glaring at anyone who stares at you for too long

hand reaching up you turn his face down to look at you

telling him to relax and enjoy the moment

Oscar stops, eyes softening as he sees that smile

he loves so much

you blush resting your head on his chest as you two dance

He still blames himself for that night for losing focus

it happened so fast, the screams and gunfire

Oscar moves fast you're unable to even figure out

what is happening, something sharp and burning

hits you, but Oscar keeps you running as he heads for a secret

room that they use incase of an attack

getting there you both breath fast as men in Oscar's ear

piece communicate, dealing with the problem

the slight burn from earlier starts to hurt more as you groan

touching your side you pull away seeing crimson red on

your hand, whispering out an Oscar he turns from the door

ice filling his veins seeing the dark spot on your side grow

crying out, you didn't see Oscar move but his hand is on you

putting to much pressure that it was hurting

he shushes you as he directs you to lay down

Oscar mumbles something into his wrist

chaos in his ear he rips out his earpiece as he begs you

to keep your eyes open, that he wants to see those gorgeous

eyes, that you're not allowed to close them or he'll follow after you

tells you everything

that you're the reason he stayed in the Mafia

how he's loved you since you first met at the age of 12

Oscar always sneaking off to catch a glimpse of you painting

that he wants to go back to Australia and bring you with

to see his favorite places in your paintings

he'll take you around the world if you just keep your eyes open

help finally arrives, the other guards forced to remove

Oscar off you as he screams at you to keep your eyes open

keeps fighting them as he needs to be with you, that

he loves you and he should've said it earlier

after that night, your father was furious with Oscar

banning him and refuses him the knowledge if you are alive or not

Oscar is able to go home, but without you and it kills him

it was 4 months of not knowing if you lived and each time

he'd look at something beautiful he'd think of you and what

your painting would look like

comes home from the beach, trudging up the sand to see a

someone in a sundress on his patio staring out to the sea

drops everything as he rushes up the dunes and stairs

stops when he sees you, you alive and breathing

your eyes open

turning, you smile holding a paint brush and the sunset

on your canvas

"Show me the world?"

[brodieland]

.˚ 𓈒 ࣪.𝝑𝝔 Secret Artist ?? ´ˎ˗

Leo Valdez x Fem!Apollo!Reader Synopsis: Leo found the secrets drawings you made of him, leading into some confessions !! Warning(s): some cursing and a little blood, nun to crazy Word Count: 2202

You loved art. Painting, drawing, pottery, you name it. You loved creating things, making things that last. That's how you first began to get close to your now best friend, Leo Valdez.

During a sword lesson, you couldn't have been more bored. When it came to fighting you were already remarkable with a bow and arrow, though given your Apollo lineage, you supposed that was a given for you. But moving on. You had found yourself drawing on your hand with a pen you always kept in your pocket (sucks it didn't turn into a sword😒), and when you looked to your side, you saw the Hephaestus boy, whose name you had previously learned was Leo, was pulling random things from his tool belt and started fidgeting with them. What truly confused you about this, the belt was empty.

"Where are those coming from?" You asked, curiosity getting the better of you.

"What-" Leo turned to you, looking wide-eyed for a split second before answering. "Oh um, it's a magic tool belt I found. I can ask for whatever little pieces and it gives them to me."

"Wow, really? Can you ask for a pen, mine ran out mid drawing." You pouted while holding your arm out to Leo, showing the dragon you were drawing around your arm, and showing how the pen ran out before you got to the top.

"Wow, that's so cool, you just did that right now?" Leo grabbed your arm to get a better look.

"Yeah, I was using Ladon as my inspiration." You smiled as you pointed to the tree that used to be Thalia, that is now wrapped with the golding fleece being protected by said dragon.

"I didn't know that dragon had a name. Does he breathe fire like my Festus?"

"Wait you were the one who repaired Beckendorf's dragon that went rouge? WAIT! You're the fire proof kid?" You gushed, you had heard about the fire proof kid, but you didn't know who it was.

"Oh, you've heard?" Leo grinned. "I hope it was all good things you've heard, like how I'm really cool and funny and ripped."

"Oh... yeah!" You said in a joking tone. "But seriously, I heard some kid went out to find the dragon so I got all the burn stuff ready. Then I got bored and took a nap and slept through, well you, flying into camp on your dragon."

"Trust me its a sight you wish you wish you could've seen. God I looked so awesooommeee." Leo started flexing his 'muscles.' You just started laughing before suddenly you interrupted by Luke, the one leading the sword lesson, clearly his throat to get he both of your attentions.

"Well, if you guys are finished we can continue?" You both quickly nodded. You two were already trying not to laugh, so you refused to look at each other with the fear of bursting out in laughter.

After that lesson, you and Leo continued to hang out. Despite both agreeing that sometime artificial life is easier to be around than human life, you found it easy to spend time together. You guys also made a good team, you made him drawings that he turned into 3D machines, and you patched him up from time to time when he gets his hands all cut up.

After a few months of the two you hanging out everyday, you slowly started developing a little crush towards the fire boy. You loved the way when he got excited he started to set himself on fire, you loved his stupid jokes, you loved his stupid grin, and honestly the list went on. When there were times you weren't hanging out with him, you were drawing. Not just drawing anything, but drawing pictures of Leo, or ones of you and Leo together. Of course, since you never wanted to weird Leo out, you never told him of the drawings, and hid them in a shoebox under your bed.

One day, you were hanging out with your half-brother Lee Fletcher. You both were at the archery range, shooting shot after shot, always on target. Bless Apollo genes for this.

"Why couldn't you just tell him that you like him?" Lee said while aiming toward his target.

"Because, it'll make stuff awkward between us."

"There's no way you don't think he likes you back." Lee side-eyed you.

"We're just friends and we're gonna stay like that. He's just girl-crazy, that's what your seeing, not him genuinely liking me."

"Gods, I'll never understand how you live in such an ignorantly bliss bubble." Did that even make sense?

"Now what if I used you as my next target?" You chuckled as you aimed toward Lee.

"Oh of course, now what if got an apple to place on my head?" Lee said sarcastically as he used his hands to make a circle shape above his head, making you both laugh harder. Suddenly, in your peripheral vision, you saw another one of your brothers running toward you with a slightly worried look on his face.

"Hey Austin what's wrong?" You asked him as your laughter died down.

"You and your healing abilities needed back at the infirmary. It's Leo." Austin stated causing your eyes to go wide.

"What? Is he okay?" You asked quickly.

"Well, he's not dying, but he still needs some of your healing." And with that you were off making your way back to the infirmary. When you finally got there, you quickly swung the door open and saw Leo and blood dripping from his hand, more than what he usually comes in with.

"Oh hey there Y/N" Leo said as he threw a playful wink, not really working because his face showed he was clearly in pain.

"Leo, how does this even happen." You scolding as you walked toward him grabbing his hand in yours. You couldn't even bother getting flustered while looking at his hand.

"Oh I-um" Leo looked around for a second, he looked like his face was getting hot (he was always hot but this time in a different way). You raised your eyebrow at him before he finally spoke up. "I just fell into a bunch of screws, their sharper than you think."

"You're such a klutz you know that." You laughed at the boy, who was suddenly more quiet than usual. "Hey, you good there?"

"Huh, oh yeah. Perfect and dandy."

"Uh, okay. Anyways I can't give you nectar and ambrosia for this, but it shouldn't take too long to heal." You said as you smiled and out your hands on your hips.

"Thanks to you and your magic hands."

"My magic hands?"

"Yeah your- never mind." You started laughing while Leo was rolling was rolling his eyes saying that it wasn't even that funny. It was pretty funny.

"Anyways, wanna hang out at my cabin later, I got the delivery guys to bring me back some gummy bears and jolly ranchers." You asked.

"Um, obviously? Who do you think I am?" You just chuckled as you both started walking toward the Apollo cabin. "How do you convince the saytrs to pick stuff up for you when they head out? I've tried so many times and they just tell me no every time."

"You're not as charming and amazing and gorgeous and humble as I am." You joked as you flipped your hair.

"Well... humble might be a little stretch but I'll let you have it."

"Are you just using me for my free candy?" You gasped.

"Ooohhhh I would neverrrrrrr." Leo laughed you opened the doors to your cabin. Leo took the chance to run and jump on your bed like he does every time he comes over. Except this time, Leo jumped a little to far and fell from the side of your bed landing on the floor.

"Leo how do you even manage, your supposed to be taking it easy you know."

"I'm for the workshop not the battle field" he joked as he laid on the ground.

"Excuses is all I'm hearing from here. Anyways I stuffed the candy in Lee's stuff so gimme a sec." You walked toward Lee's nightstand to retrieve your stash.

As you did so you had your back turned away from Leo, not realizing he was still on the floor. What you also didn't know, was that he had in fact, noticed the shoe box that resided under your bed. And with out saying anything he decided to take a peak at what's inside. To say it shocked him was putting it mildly. He stared at them in awe, not realizing you turned around till he heard you drop the bags of candy you were holding.

"Leo.." You whispered out. Your heart literally, just shot outta your ass. These were the last drawings you never wanted him to see. And there were enough to make you look like a total stalker.

"Y/N.. how come you hid these from me. I look so cool. But I do think you made my muscles a little underwhelming though." Leo commented. You continued to stand there with your mouth slightly agape, not knowing what to say and he continued to look through them. You desperately wanted to rip from his hands but you were frozen with embarrassment. Finally you snapped out of your haze.

"Leo.. can you like, put those away.." You said as you sat down in from of him.

"What why, these are so cool." Why is he so obliviousssss??

"Because you weren't supposed to see those." Will he get the hint this time?

"Wh-" He stopped himself. It clicked in Leo's head. It was quiet for a second. You wanted to crawl in a hole and die before he finally spoke up.

"Y/N, do you want to know how I actually messed up my hand?" You nodded and Leo continued. "Well, I was working on random stuff with Charles and Nyssa, when they kept bringing up this one girl. They kept telling me to just man up and ask her out, but I was sure she didn't like me. I got so bothered by them and slammed my hands as hard as I could on my workbench to make a point, but of course it was covered in the screws and they all went through my hand. And well, you know the rest." You sat there in silence. "The girl is you by the way, just in case you didn't get it.

You stared at him in disbelief, to think the both of you were having the same kind of conversations on different ends of the camps made you laugh. The fact he actually liked you back was endearing of course but still, the drawings he found were kind of embarrassing.

"Wow, sounds like you have anger issues really, might wanna get that checked out." You joked. Leo just rolled his eyes.

"Haha, can I kiss you now?" You jumped forward and kissed him. You both continued to make out until Lee and Austin can back into the cabin, standing over the two of you. Lee cleared his throat and got the both of your attentions.

"Do you mind?" Leo asked.

"Yeah, we do actually. Get a room that isn't about to get filled with a bunch of little Apollo campers getting ready for dinner." Austin said. You and Leo groaned as you both stared getting up.

"Yeah take your candy and stalker drawings with you please." Lee joked and you wanted to take the drawings and give him a paper cut in between his index finger and his thumb. Yeah, that'll show him. You didn't though, you choose peace as you put the drawings back and left with Leo and the candy.

"Y/N, can you follow me I want to show you something." Before you even had the chance to respond Leo grabbed your wrist and dragged you away.

"Are you kidnapping me?"

"Of course."

And finally you both made it to Bunker 9. You've actually never been in here before. Most people haven't even heard of it, it's normally kept between Hephaestus campers and a few others. It was empty at the moment with everyone heading out for dinner.

"Leo, what are we doing here?" You saw Leo looking through drawers and cabinets.

"Well, I was making something yesterday and I left it here before the whole hand thing happened. It's somewhere- AH! Here it is." Leo ran up to you and handed you his little creation. "It's just something I did in my free time, you know." It was a mini bouquet of metal flowers. You always got sad when the flowers you had always ended up dying and at some point you mentioned it to Leo.

"Aw Leo, these are so cute." They were in he shape of sunflowers, your favorite flowers. You don't even remember telling him these were your favorites

"Glad you like them, it sucked seeing you upset over dead flowers. So I made ones that would last." Leo grinned, you just walked up to him and kissed him once more.

"This is really sweet, but we should probably rush to dinner."

"Yeah probably."

[aonungyoufuck]

My first time requesting (sorry if I get something wrong)

how about a fic where Neteyam and the reader are mated in secret because Jake and Neytiri don't approve of the relationship and they already have someone to be the future partner and tsahik, but Neteyam ended up getting the reader pregnant and thinking that now they will have parental support they reveal their relationship but Jake and Neytiri get super mad and start an argument with the reader and Neteyam making the reader feel sick and almost lose their baby, Neteyam then makes a decision and runs away with the reader to the Metakyina Reef, a year later the family Sully goes to the Metakyina Reef looking for shelter and find his son, wife and grandson and now and now trying to win their trust again

For you The world

warnings: almost losing a baby but thats it

Anon you have no idea how excieted i was to write this! like your brain is so massive for this im so serious. I hope you enjoy it.

It was no secret to anyone with eyes. Neteyam had eyes only for you. Much to his parents' Distaste. He had tried to reason with them that they had chosen each other. Why couldn’t he? 

But it was the will of Eywa they would often say. Guiding them to a future where things were right. It would be Ku’kuri who would be by his side, they would constantly say. And while Neteyam found her nice to talk too. Great at making him laugh. She would stray her love somewhere else. She was just as much roped into it as he was. 

Oftentimes covering for him when he wanted to come see You. You who were by far the most caring Na’vi he knew. 

You had no ‘talent’ as his parents and grandmother put. Not a healer, Not the best warrior. But he got to see you. You were skilled in the art of making bows. Yes, not the greatest of skills. But he got to see how much love and dedication you put into etching and carving the wood into something mighty for those who came to you asking. 

Not many people did ask, But when they did he watched as you got to know them. Talk to them while you were carving out the bow. Etching and putting their words, Their souls, their way of talking into the bow. 

And there you were. Carving a new stroke into your own bow. Hunting wasn’t something you did often. More so for the fact that your mother brought in plenty. 

“oel ngati kameie” He greeted you, as you followed his lead. 

“oel ngati kameie, Neteyam” You smiled, putting down your bow and looking at him. It was no secret to you two that you had been mated for quite some time now. No one else knew. And Neteyam had thanked Eywa for ever being so kind as to allow such a bond. 

He would play his part. He would until he would tell the entire world how you were his and he was yours. He would play it well. 

“I have something to tell you Nete” you gingerly spoke. Avoiding eye contact as your cheeks let out the faintest of hue’s. It was like that day you had chosen each other. Finally ready to be together until your ends. 

“What is it Yawnetu?” he asked, laying his head on yours. Watching as your expression changed. Smiling so brightly down at him. 

Swearing he felt as if every star in the universe was smiling down at him.  

“My dear I know your parents dont approve of me because of my lack of skills. And I may not be the best Tsahik option. But you have made me the happiest these last few months of our mating bond. And happier as you stood by me for so many years” 

It felt like his heart was soaring up in the sky where he would often fly to get away from everyone but only think of you. 

“And i hope to bring you happiness with the news I bear” you said, grabbing his hand. Kissing it before guiding it towards your naval. Your smile shining far brighter with a glow that only seemed to affect Neteyam  as he looked into your eyes for an answer 

“My love?”

“I bear a child my dearest heart” 

Neteyam was always a calm man. Always one to contain his excitement, or his displeasure if something ever so bothered him. It took a little longer for the words to process, Perhaps because he didn’t see it coming. 

 But once he did he gently rubbed your stomach. Making you let out the softest of giggles as you watched his expression brighten. 

“You are with child?”

“ I am” 

He couldn’t contain it. His laugh and his spirit as he picked you up and tossed you around him. Both of your laughs were so loud in the forest that it was no doubt someone ought to hear it. 

Luckily no one had. 

“How far along are you love?” 

“Guessing by the only time we ever been intimate. four months my love” 

Neteyam smiled. Kissing you as he held on so tightly. “I am happy my dear” 

You smiled laughing with him as he went ahead and looked at your naval. “My little warrior” 

“What are you two doing” 

Startled. You two looked to your right. Neteyams family was by no means harsh or rude. But they were intimidating, As was his mother.

Her powerful eyes boring into the two of you, as Jake stood beside her. It all seem to stop. The terror and the excitement. But Neteyam could only smile. 

Perhaps this was the push he wanted. Perhaps this was what was needed for his parents to finally except this relationship. So holding onto your hand and smiling gently at you he nodded. 

“Y/n here is with child” Neteyam announced. Puffing out his chest. He was by no means a prideful man. But announcing you always showing you off always you, it was pride that filled his heart to call you his own. “My child” 

“What?” Both his parents asked. Now frantic as they stood in front of them. Mirroring them. 

Your ears dropped, Scared. Afraid and feeling so cold, A shiver ran up your spine as you stared at both parents glaring daggers. 

“We have mated before Eywa many months ago. I would have told you but you always talk about Ku’kuri and-”

“Neteyam, You have disobeyed the will of Eywa.” His mother yelled  before turning to you. 

“You cannot have decided on someone who offered herself to you” 

“Mother!” 

“Your mother is right. Son I understand loving someone but we must do things we don’t want sometimes”  Jake spoke rubbing his temples as he always had done when he was highly stressed. 

Your grip on his hand tightened. Tears formed as you could only bow your head in shame. 

“And you! You knew he was promised. You knew we said no. And you disobeyed rules from The Olo’eyktan!” Neytiri shouted at you. 

You began to sob. Neytiri was always someone to look up to. Someone of legends just as Toruk Makto and it hurt so much to have such will and such shame cast on you “I am sorry!” 

“You better be! Neteyam you are to go home and never speak to her again! I’ll ask Sa’nok how on pandora we can break this bond!” 

“You Can not!  That is My child!” 

“We will Take the child if it caused you less trouble, to cause!” Neytiri said. Ever the mother she was was her scorn much worse. 

Jake held onto Neteyam dragging him away as he continued to argue. Beg and pray that they never lay a hand on you. 

You could only choke out the sobs as you watched him be dragged away. 

“You are to never come in contact with him again, Understood?” 

You merely nodded. Feeling the stress and the pain of it all begin to burn you. Your heart aching with a pain you couldnt understand

“Good, stay away from my sons. And maybe i’ll be merciful on you” 

You nodded. Watching as she too left. 

No longer being able to hear. It felt like your whole world has killed you. Walking back home was only second nature. Walking felt like many thorns were being pushed into your legs and thighs. You felt hot and cold at the same time. Your heart was beating so fast and before you could mutter a word out to greet Ku’kuri who was right in front of you. All you could see was the world fade around you. 

And ever the beat of the great mother calmed your every being. 

“I cannot believe you neteyam!” 

“ Let me see her! That’s my mate!” 

“Neteyam you have done everything we asked for until now! How could you do this?” Jake asked, pushing Neteyam back into their hut. 

“You have always chosen everything for me! Why cant i have this?” 

“Because it was not blessed!” Neytiri spoke now looking down on her son. 

When had he grown? she wondered. 

“ I dont care about anything you say anymore! Just let me be happy. All my life i’ve been stuck doing and saying everything you want me to! And if being the next Olo’eyktan is preventing this happiness fine i dont care! I dont want it anyways Just please let me see her. That’s my Mate that is my child!” 

Before anyone else could speak Tuk barged in. “Kiri! Where’s kiri!” She asked frantically. 

“Tuk? What’s the matter?” 

“I’m here” 

“Grandmother needs help! Ku’kuri brought Y/n To grandmother! She’s in bad Shape come on” 

Now as much as they wanted to ignore it They couldn’t Neytiri followed her children As had Neteyam who could only function on autopilot. Where had it all gone wrong he wonders. 

He stared in horror, frozen in a state of shock as he watched the women in his family help you. 

He was ever so thankful that Ku’kuri had a hand to his shoulder. Keeping him grounded in the moment for he would be lost in thought. 

Watching as your body convulsed and burned. Only coming out of his haze as he heard his Grandmother speak

“Eywa do not let her lose this child” 

His eyes began to water, tears falling onto his hand. Ever so grateful for the friend Ku’kuri was. 

The horrors he watched. He could only pray hard. Pray so hard till his lips bled and till his eyes got tired that Eywa would ever be so kind to not let anything happen to you and the babe. 

It was silent, Far to quiet when you came too. You felt the rag on your forehead and your body was sore. It seemed you had done a lot of strenuous movement. Turning to your left you saw Ku’kuri who was wetting a rag before seeing you. She smiled. 

You didn’t know how kind she was, Neteyam had always told you of how she would always cover for you. But finally being able to witness it first hand made you so grateful to see her face instead of Neteyam’s family. 

“She’s awake” She muttered Moving your used rag and replacing it with a cold one. 

You felt his hand before you saw him. His eyes were full of worry, full of sadness and pain. But you managed to make out something in them you had never seen before. Anger

“Ma Y/n” 

“Neteyam” you mustered out gently. Feeling yourself begin to cry. He laid his forehead to yours. His tears rolled down your temple as you two cried together. His hand squeezing yours and you could feel his heavy sobs. 

Nearly losing you two was the most heartbreak he could take. It was all he would take. He whipped his eyes looking at the other person in the little hut. 

“Yes?”

“I’m taking my family away from here. Please in about a couple minutes or so. I want you to head out and in that time. I will be taking y/n away from here” 

“What?”

“Where will you be going?” 

Neteyams lips pressed together as he looked at you. So tired and so frail. 

“I dont know yet. I’m sorry you were dragged into this” 

“Never be sorry for this. This is not something to be sorry for” 

She nodded. Smiling at you and squeezing your hand  before heading out “i’ll buy you some time. I wish to see you someday Neteyam, As well as you Y/n. i do hope you two are happy and well wherever you go” 

Neteyam watched her go. Quickly helping you stand before offering you a piggyback ride. 

You couldn’t believe what was happening. You couldn't imagine this would have happened. Only wishing you could live a simple life. Happy with him. 

The horn sounded. And like clockwork the Metkayina gathered to where the Ikrans have landed. Forest people weren’t uncommon. Oftentimes only ever showing up when news had to travel. 

Neteyam bowed his head. Extending his hands to his sides as a form of surrender. Tail wrapped around your waist as he kept you behind him. Your shawl covered you as you looked at the sand. Ever more so upset and afraid. 

“oel ngati kameie” Neteyam greeted the Olo’eyktan as he returned the greeting back. 

You had never felt so small until this moment. 

“oel ngati kameie, To you as well” 

“I am Neteyam. I am Toruk Maktos’ firstborn” He began grabbing your shoulder as he pressed you to his side. 

Your eyes looked up. Meeting the gaze of the Olo’eyktan and the Tsahik. Behind them are two young Metkayina. No doubt their children. 

“I seek Uturu if you so may allow it” 

There was a hushed whisper around them. Murmurs as the two looked at each other before turning to you two again. 

“Has something happened to your clan?” The Tsahik asked 

“No. We are safe, I seek Uturu for my family. I do not wish to say what’s happened. But my mate here Is with a child. And is no longer safe at home. We understand if you don’t allow it.” Neteyam bowed his head. His hand resting on your stomach before looking at them for an answer. 

The tsahik came to you two. Analyzing you, Weak arms and tails. But she saw your pain, your exhaustion and how done you looked. “Your arms are thin. Your tail is weak. You will be weak in the water” 

“We are willing to learn” 

She looked at him. Sorrow follows those doomed to never follow their hearts. 

“You will learn our ways, follow are rules and no longer be Omaticaya. Do you understand?”

“I do. I just wish to keep my mate and child safe”

“ I am Ronal. I accept you If Tonowari accepts as well” 

She was harsh when needed. Cruel when she wanted. But kind to those who needed guidance.  She was kind, a mother would do anything to keep her kids safe. And she was happy to see it happen, though she wished to wipe away that pain from the two of you. 

“Neteyam has sought Uturu. Treat him and his mate as our brother and sister. For they are weak. Let them know our way as if they are babies taking their first breath. Let them not know the shame of being useless” 

You bowed your head. As did Neteyam. 

“Tsireya my daughter will show you where you can stay, Ao’nung and her will teach you our ways” 

“Tsu’ru” You gently spoke. Handing over your newborn son to Ronal to clean him off. Neteyam just outside the Marui. Two excruciating hours, two hours in labor. No doubt the whole village was waiting for any news of their newest member in their clan. 

You had always imagined your first born would be held by your mother. Your family around you. And in some way that is what was happening. Ronal had taken you in as a mother and you were so grateful for that. 

The first few months were the most unbearable pain you could have gone through. Tsireya and Ronal had been a good support, aside Neteyam. You were grateful for it too. Keeping you going keeping you healthy. 

You were so grateful to for the support Tonowari and Ao’nung provided for Neteyam. You were ever more grateful for the family sticking by you. 

In the time you had lived here. A year exactly you had made the most of life. Having found family in the Olo’eyktan’s family. Have made friends and you would not be more thankful. 

Neteyam half joked that being friends with Rotxo was like preparing for a baby. And now you were kinda thankful he was right. No fear came to your heart. You were no longer afraid of having and raising a child. 

You saw Ronal smile. Seeing your son give her a gummy smile. 

“Come. Let us show our people the fine warrior you have given birth too” 

You nodded. Standing up as you followed her. Holding Neteyam’s hand once you saw him. His eyes full of love and tears as well as he could only see his son being moved to Tonowari’s arms. 

“Eywa has blessed this clan with a fine warrior!” 

Cheers. Laughter and the warm feeling of pride as you saw Tsu’ru be handed to his father. 

He looked so much like him and you were ever so much more in love. 

Supporting his head and his bottom he rose him above to the sun. A tradition kept back home and it made you let out the softest laugh as you watched your babe be bathed by the rays of the sun. 

“Tsu’ru” He claimed proudly. 

And the clan chanted his name. Tonight would be a moment of celebration. 

Rotxo and Ao’nung coming to Neteyam’s side as they congratulated Neteyam for his son. 

Tsireya handing you a cup for you to drink. Stating how proud of you she was too. 

But your happiness would be unfortunately cut short. 

The sounds of horns signaling someone’s arrival. Neteyam holding his son close to his chest and you behind him. 

You followed behind him. Behind all of them as you watched how everyone surrounded the newcomers. 

Ikrans

Familiar to Neteyam. 

“You two stay behind us” Ao’nung suggested as he and Rotxo went ahead of the crowd. 

Neteyam didn't even bother to hide. His gaze was deadly. Angry with something you had never seen in so long. 

“Neteyam?” 

“Let us go back to our Marui love. No business being here” 

You rose a brow. Worried at his expression as you just followed orders. 

Whatever it was. It was not good and you knew it. 

You knew that even if he acted as if everything was okay. It wasn’t  and you knew as much. 

Your Pod was filled with something stale. He was on high Alert and you knew it. You saw it in the way that he kept looking at the entrance of the pod. You gently set Tsu’ru down in the basket before finally asking what was wrong. 

“Neteyam! Your family is here!” Rotxo announced as he came into your shared pod. 

Now the same panic you felt so long ago was back. It was as if you were getting scolded again. 

“Ma Neteyam?”

“Dont be scared. I wont let them ever yell at you again” He spoke gently resting his forehead on yours. 

You took in this moment with him. At ease with the world and happy again

“Not like they could do anything. I wont let them” Ao’nung announced. You were glad you had this support system. 

Hearing your babe begin to cry you could only sigh and went ahead to see what was the matter. 

“Neteyam?” it was all you heard. You had Tsu’ru in your arms. His arms dangling as he tried to reach you. You looked past him and saw his parents. You wondered where his siblings were. 

“y/n?” 

You quietly hissed, tucking your baby into you and hiding behind him again. The newborn smell and your hormones are still driving you. Neteyams arm extended as he pushed you behind him. His Tattoos were so nice to look at if it weren't for the fact that his family was distracting you. 

“We don’t want anything to do with you. My family and i were passing along” Neteyam stated. 

You had been on your way to have dinner with the olo’eyktan and had only stopped to admire your kid’s happy giggle. 

You could have sworn you heard Neteyam growl. His tail wrapping around you. 

“Neteyam! My son”

You saw Neytiri try to reach you. But  stopped Neteyam take out his hunting knife and keep it out in front of him. Letting out a warning hiss. 

“Do not- Stay there. Stay away from My family” 

“Kid-” 

“No. You dont get to threaten my mate and risk my child and act as if it is all fine” neteyam spoke. Bringing the attention of Ronal and Tonowari . 

“Son.. We’re sorry. I am sorry for ever pushing you away. I made mistakes and im sorry for not thinking of your happiness too” Neytiri apologized. 

Jake standing beside her. Looking at the two of you before turning to you. 

“ I am sorry too. We got to choose who to be with. And im sorry for not letting you have that too” 

You felt Ronal hold your shoulders as she looked at the other adults. 

“My children. Are Jakesully and his mate bothering you dears?” 

You turned to look at her and then Neteyam. 

He continued to look at his parents. Their eyes full of sorrow and guilt yet. But he couldn’t forget the feeling of almost losing you two. How you convulsed and stopped reacting as he could do nothing but watch. 

He wanted to forgive that sin. Wanted to say it was alright and that he was okay. But your lives were almost lost. He almost lost you two. And that was something that was hard to forgive. 

“ No, Tsahik please take Y/n and Tsu’ru inside i just want to have a few words with.. Toruk Makto and his mate” 

Ronal nodded Leading the way. You watched the way he looked tense. But you had to bite back your tongue 

Neteyam watched you go. Before turning his glare towards his parents. 

“I can be around my siblings and i will allow them to know of my son. But i dont want to know you.You may grovel and beg for forgiveness but i wont forgive you” 

“Neteyam please” 

“ Im not done speaking” 

His gaze soften as he could only think of you two “ I have a wonderful family. I am happy how i am and it is up to her to forgive you. But i wont! Because you nearly caused my babe to die. And Eywa may forgive you and she may too. You may ask her what you have to do to make it up to her and my son! But i dont want you near my family. I dont want to see you. I want you to beg” 

He no longer was the perfect son that they had raised. Now his eyes full of hurt and anger looked at them. The past coming back to haunt them. 

“ I want you to beg, i want you to grovel, i want you to suffer and to always know that i wont forgive you so easily. You are not allowed around my Family alone or at all. Lo’ak, Kiri and Tuk may but not you two. For you wont know my scorn until you are near them understood?”

Neytiri nodded as had jake. She could only fight back tears 

“Get out of my face. I don’t want be near you” 

Neteyam watched them go. 

He could never forgive what they had done. What they could have caused. He would let you decide it. You two were his world and if you didnt want anything to do with his parents. He wouldn’t either.

[mooshywrites]

Picnic ~

Baldur’s Gate men planning a picnic for you

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A/N - I’m going to be uploading a little less from now on, making some room in the schedule for series and art commissions. I’ll still upload on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, there just may not be multiple fics uploaded for each. I’m hoping the variety of content will make up for it :D <3

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Wyll -

~ simplicity ~

~ Wyll loved the idea of having picnics with you

~ He knew the best spots too, empty rooftops where the two of you could look over all of the glowing lights of Baldur’s Gate

~ You’d talk about your day together, snacking on the masterfully packed picnic basket Wyll brought along

~ He chose food from all over the city, packing up your favorites neatly

~ It never failed that the chatting would extend through the night until the sun had long since dipped below the horizon

~ Whenever you were overtaken with yawns and sleepy sighs, Wyll would pack everything up and help you down

~ Every outing ended with a gentle kiss to your forehead and a loving gaze from the Blade

~ “Of all the beauty Baldur’s Gate has to offer, you’re my favorite part”

Astarion -

~ extravagance ~

~ In truth, you had to beg Astarion to go on a picnic with you

~ He much preferred formal dates, fancy dress and parties

~ But seeing how much it meant to you, he finally relented on one condition - He got to be in charge of the planning

~ He even had the gall to blindfold you, leading you to where he had set up the picnic

~ When Astarion finally uncovered your eyes, you realized you were in a cemetery

~ You couldn’t be too mad at the location when you saw how beautifully the picnic was set up

~ Dozens of candles were lit, vases of bright red roses surrounding the soft blanket, and a plethora of cheeses and fruit arranged in a near perfect display

~ Astarion just smiled when he saw how your face lit up, obviously proud of his spread

~ “Did you think I’d allow anything less than perfect for you, my darling?”

Halsin -

~ ethereal ~

~ Halsin was a bit confused when you told him you wanted a picnic

~ After all, most of your dates were eating on blankets outside

~ When he saw how hard you were pleading, though, he knew he had to make it special

~ He spent weeks finding the perfect spot to have the picnic, knowing he absolutely had to have the perfect place

~ Finally, he stumbled across a wide meadow filled with your favorite flower

~ He took an empty basket with the two of you on your way back there, filling it with various wild nuts and fruits

~ The view of nature was perfect, it felt as if the meadow was made for you specifically

~ By the time you were in the field, the basket was overflowing

~ Halsin gazed at you the entire time, entranced by your happiness

~ “Of every flower in this field, you bloom the most beautifully.”

Gale -

~ heavenly ~

~ Gale absolutely knew how to put together a fantastic date

~ He brought you up to the top of his tower, as giddy as you had ever seen him

~ In the starlight, you could see the dozens of scrolls on the ground, each with a different constellation painted on them

~ In the middle, however, was a soft blanket and a tray of your favorite food

~ He spent most of the evening teaching you about the different stars, laughing at all of your jokes

~ Even when the two of you sat in silence, listening to the night wind, it was comfortable

~ You told him about an old children’s story you had heard, about a star who fell to earth because it had fallen in love with a simple farmer’s daughter

~ When his eyes met yours at the end of the story, they were filled with adoration

~ “I, too, would fall from the heavens if it meant I landed in your arms”

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[leclercss]

Paris, je t'aime (Charles Leclerc), Part 2

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plot: it's almost three years since your tumultuous relationships with Lewis and Charles came crashing down. but you find your self in a new city with new beginnings and new ways to fuck up your love life. that's no thanks to a cheeky frenchman who's set you up on a double date with someone oh so familiar.

pairings: charles leclerc x fem!reader

warnings: (+18) mentions of smut, cheating, violence and some swearing

authors note: part deux, enjoy. sorry this took so much longer than anticipated to write. also, excuse the darker tone to this chapter, it'll get lighter from here xx

word count: 5.2k

taglist: @toppersjeep @janeholt3, @princess-siba, @nichmeddar, @tremendousandsonorouswords, @cmleitora, @victoriaholland, @amalialeclerc, @queensofshinigamis, @tempo-rary-fix, @starmanv, @happylittlereader, @trouble-sistar, @lightdragonrayne, @persephonemv1, @dreamingofautopia

If you couldn't read Charles' expression before, you most certainly couldn't now. For the first time this evening, it was Charles who was stumbling over his words.

"Wha... Wait... what?" was all he could muster up.

There weren't many times when you had been with Charles where he struggled to find his words. Even if he was angry, like the last time you saw him all those years ago, he still managed to say something. But tonight, he couldn't. He was speechless.

To relieve him from his pain, you repeated what you had said a few moments before. You too were struggling to string a few words together.

"Charles, I never went to New York".

Even by repeating yourself, Charles still couldn't find the words and it looks like the wheels inside of his head are trying to turn and make some sort of sense but everything is just breaking down and failing to work cohesively. And so, rather than having to respond, he looks out of the window of the taxi, taking in the Parisian sunset. His hand is no longer on your thigh but is now clawing at his facial hair.

The rest of the taxi ride is quiet, aside from the taxi driver's radio playing lowly in the background. But at one point you think you hear Charles whisper to himself, "Je ne comprends pas".

I don't understand.

The sound of Charles' keys rattling breaks the silence between you and Charles as he leads you upstairs to his apartment. He still hasn't said anything since the taxi, aside from thanking the driver. You haven't made much of an effort yourself to fill the silence because in all honesty, you're not really sure what to say or what Charles' reaction would be to whatever you did have to say. He was clearly stunned at your revelation that you in fact never went to New York and you were stunned yourself - by his question, his reaction, hell, this entire date. None of this made sense.

In the space of an hour, you went from being clueless about your blind date, to finding out that out of the +3 billion men in the world you just happened to be set up with your ex and to now, with Charles asking you to come to his apartment. Your mind was working overtime to catch up. Those two Aperol Spritz' were clearly not enough to numb whatever your brain was trying to process right now. You clearly needed something stronger.

You tried not to laugh but you couldn't help think about the fact that as much as Pierre poked fun at you for your messy love life, even this situation that you now found yourself in would even be too much for him to process.

The two of you quietly make your way into Charles’ apartment before staggering off. He muttered something about getting you a drink and so you take the opportunity to take in his apartment. Your heels are the only thing that is making a sound as you slowly walk around his living room. It’s a lot more sophisticated than his apartment in London that he shared with Joris and Riccardo. Gone are the Ferrari prints and in their place are pictures of modern art, strategically framed across the walls. It feels too classy to be a bachelor pad, if that was what Charles used it as. Your mind briefly lingers back to Pierre's comment about Charles needing to fuck a lot of girls to get over you.

With Charles still in the kitchen, you slowly make your way over to the large bay window and admire the Parisian streets outside as the sun slowly begins to set across the city. You let out a little sigh. It feels like no matter where you call home these days, chaos seems to follow you. Well, everywhere apart from Singapore, life felt so easy there. No expectation, the only pressure being your job. Was it too late to go back?

Your attention is finally pulled back to reality as Charles hands you a glass of white wine.

“Thank you,” you say, taking the glass from his hand. You can’t miss that his own glass of wine is practically shorty. Charles’ notices this and dryly chuckles.

“I drank it on the way, let me get some more”.

He’s flustered, his cheeks turning slightly pink out of embarrassment. He doesn’t make eye contact with you at all before he turns away and heads back to the kitchen. You can’t help but find it a little funny how you’re now the composed one, especially in comparison to Charles’ entrance during your date.

As Charles re-enters the living room, you take a seat on the edge of his sofa, you’re not too comfortable yet for you to treat it like a welcomed or returning guest. Charles follows suit, taking a seat on the arm chair across from you.

It’s still quiet between you both, neither of you know how to start this conversation. Whatever game plan Charles had previously has now gone straight out of the window while you never had an opportunity to even create a game plan, you were just thrown into the deep end without any arm bands.

You watch as Charles’ slowly runs his index finger along the rim of his wine glass while he stares at his own movements. Deciding to break the silence, because any conversation is better than this, you begin with some small talk to ease yourself into the conversation.

“Your apartment looks great,” you say politely as you look around the room once more.

“Thanks,” Charles mutters, his eyes still fixated on his wine glass.

“Did you decorate it yourself?”

Charles shakes his head.

You let out a little laugh. “Interior design was never your strong suit,” you joke, hoping to lighten the mood but it doesn’t anything but.

“A friend did it,” his words almost come out like a grunt.

Silence falls onto the room once more.

Something chaotic begins to brew inside of you. You know you’ve got nothing to lose, and out a stupid sense of curiosity, you carelessly throw out your next question, “Was it a girl that did it for you?”

Charles instantly tenses up at your question and you know you're playing with fire. You notice his jaw twitch in irritation. His shoulders now hunching forward and his hand is how clenched around his wine glass. And by the tension in his fingers, you’re amazed that it hasn’t cracked from the pressure.

He’s debating whether to say something or not. And he does, but not before taking a large gulp of his wine.

“Why don’t we just skip the small talk and get straight to fucking shall we?”

And as he says it, he’s finally looking into your eyes. The pendulum swings once more and it's your turn to be nervous again.

“Excuse me?”

He lets out a little chuckle but from the expression in his eyes he’s not joking around.

“Listen, [Y/N], I didn’t invite you back to my apartment so we could exchange interior design tips. So, let’s just skip to what we’re good at which is sex,” he continues with a condescending tone. “We can either do it on my sofa if you like, or by the big window so you can take in the Parisian skyline as I fuck you from behind. But my bed also works, your choice”.

You can’t help but scoff, “And that works for all the other girls you’ve taken here, right?”

You want to slap the smirk that Charles’ is giving you right off his face.

“No,” he responds sarcastically. “I let them finish their glass of wine, or two, maybe even play them a song on my piano before I ask them to take their clothes off”.

Oh, so I'm not even worthy of even getting through my wine? you think to yourself.

It's your turn to laugh but you know it’s hiding what you really feel. You’re confused but most importantly, you’re disappointed in the way that Charles is speaking to you. He had never spoken to you like this before.

“And what makes you think I’d want to fuck you anyway?” you retort, hoping that you sound assure in what you're saying, but you're not, your voice trembles. And Charles doesn't miss it.

And my God, he looks so arrogant as he looks you up and down. He’s so obvious with his gaze as his eyes become fixated on your boobs before making their way down to your thighs, which are now more exposed than before thanks to your dress riding up from sitting on the sofa.

“You’re wearing that dress aren’t you?” the smugness practically oozes from his tongue.

You can’t help but roll your eyes. “Well, if I’d of known that you were going to be my date then I definitely wouldn’t have wasted this dress on you”.

Charles throws his head back as his smile grows even bigger.

“It's such a shame that you’ve lost your sense of humour since I last saw you, amour”.

You scoff once more. His use of amour is no longer a term of endearment but a way to mock you. But you can't let him know that he's winning, so you somewhat fight back, "At least I’ve managed to grow up in the last three years. Unlike some”.

“And yet you’re still here”.

Your eyes meet his and you gulp. His piercing green eyes are glistening as he enjoys seeing you squirm. He’s been waiting for so long to see you again and he’s not going to let you forget how you made him feel. And he doesn’t care that he’s coming across as a dick when he’s doing so. You broke his heart, and he’s willing to be petty about it.

Despite your disgust in how he’s speaking to you since you arrived to his apartment, you know he’s right. Why are you still here? What sort of resolution are you going to get from this? And you remember how naive you were earlier to think that Charles had moved on when he was being nice to you. Oh how wrong you were.

“Well, now that we’ve established that you’re staying-“

“Who said I was staying?” you growl.

“Well, as I said before, you’re wearing that dress and I think it’s pretty obvious that you planned on getting fucked tonight, so I’m happy to cut to get to it,” Charles continues nonchalantly, “Pierre, as well intentioned as he is, did drop the bomb that you’ve been having a bit of a dry patch when it comes to your love life so I can’t blame you for getting your hopes up”.

You’re growing more irritated by his sarcasm and attitude by the second. Your jaw can’t help but twitch as he drops the truth bomb on your pathetic love life. And so you retaliate, unknowingly falling right into his trap.

“And Pierre was ever-so-kind to let me know that you’ve been so miserable and bitter that you’ve had to fuck anyone with a pulse to get over me”.

You see a flash of anger fall onto Charles’ face but it’s gone as quick as it came. You wouldn't be sure it even happened if he didn't respond the way he does next.

“Better than whatever pathetic shit it is you’ve been doing,” Charles responds. "Random hook ups, pathetic tinder conversations. Are you scared of commitment or something?"

You say nothing but you're breathing heavily. You're the one who is now gripping onto their wine glass for dear life, holding onto whatever composure you have left.

"There was one thing that Pierre didn't tell me though. How did you and Lewis end things, amour?"

What a little...

Who the fuck does he think he is?

This conversation has taken a dark turn and it’s enough for you to want to get out of here. Something you should have done before. You slam your wine glass onto the coffee table, before standing up to make your way towards the front door.

You hear Charles get out of his seat, closely following behind before he grabs onto your arm.

“What’s wrong, amour?” his voice is sickeningly sweet as he taunts you once more, pulling you back towards him.

“I’m not going to sit here and let you talk to me like this,” you spit. But your voice cracks as you can feel ears form in your eyes. This whole evening has been humiliating and now Charles is hanging your desperate love life in front of you, like it's a toy that can be poked and prodded at for entertainment.

And if you thought that by leaving that Charles would retreat, you were completely wrong.

“Sorry, baby, thought you were into men who treated you like shit”.

Slap!

You're not sure who's more surprised by the slap you've just given Charles, you've both been stunned into silence. The hand that he had on your arm immediately removes itself from you, now finding itself pressed against Charles' cheek. He winces at his own touch, the flesh that was met with your slap is beginning to sizzle.

One of your tears spills over as you make eye contact with Charles, your expressions matching one another. Horror. It takes you a few moments to realise what you've done. Unwilling and unable to accept the consequences of your actions, you decide to bolt for the exit. But as soon as you open the front door, it's been slammed shut. Panicking, you turn around to see that Charles has followed you, his hand is above your head holding the door closed.

You're not sure why you feel scared, but you press your back against the door. You're pressing into it so hard that you hope that it creates some sort of portal to take you somewhere far, far away from here. Anywhere but here.

But your dreams are cut short because Charles is standing in front of you, still holding the door closed while the other hand caresses his cheek, marked with your handprint.

"No, you don't get to just run away from me again," he barks as he hovers over you.

"What?" you ask in confusion.

"You've done it to me once before and I won't let you do it again," he replies. His breathing his heavy, chest rising and falling dramatically as he looks into your eyes. "You've left me once before without an explanation. You're not doing that to me this time".

His tone is much more gentle this time. The last few moments have made him feel vulnerable. His find flashes back to the last time he saw you and how he watched you walk out of his front door, never to be seen again until three years later. Despite his bitterness towards your break up, he wasn't going to make that mistake again. No, it was time for some answers. Ones he had been waiting for for three long years.

He removes the hand that's above your head on the door and places it back down by his side. "Can you just stay, please? I think you owe me that much".

You nod.

"Okay," your voice barely a whisper. "I'll stay but at least let me get a cold towel for your face".

It's Charles turn to nod.

He makes his way back to the sofa while he waits for you to return with a cold, damp cloth. When you return, his eyes never leave you as he watches you sit down beside him. He watches you as you gently places the damp cloth against his cheek. He hisses out your touch.

"I'm sorry," you whisper as you begin to dab his face gently, this time your touch hurts less.

Apart from your very brief apology, the two of you say nothing for a while. Charles' eyes are still on you as you take care of him. He gulps as you take your other hand and brush away a strand of hair that's fallen onto his cheek. His mind goes rushing back to all of the times that you touched him before. But now it's in such different circumstances and you both feel like strangers to one another now. He wants to touch you again, to see if it still feels the same. If your skin is still as soft as before. It always used to be so warm and silky, it felt like satin beneath his touch. But he's too scared to try, after all you did just slap him a not so long ago, because of shitty words that he said to you.

"Charles," you say before pausing. You look at him briefly as he nods, waiting for you to carry on. He's looking at you with such puppy dog eyes that you can't help but feel guilty as you see that he still has some redness on his cheek. But you carry on. "I'm sorry for hitting you. I... I shouldn't have done that".

Charles chuckles a little, "It's okay, amour".

"No, no, it's not okay. I shouldn't hit anyone," you protest, this time holding the cloth against his cheek.

Charles smiles at you, "Honestly, it's okay. I deserve it, I was being nasty."

You let out a little sigh.

"I really am sorry," you say as you look into his eyes.

"I know, amour".

It's all the two of you say for a few more minutes before you finally remove the cloth from Charles' cheek. The redness has calmed down, but he still feels a sting from your touch.

As you place the cloth on the table, you reach for your glass of wine, realising that it's been untouched. You take a sip before handing the glass to Charles. He smiles before taking it from your hand and taking a sip himself.

As your wait to find something to say, you begin to pull at the hem of your short dress. How do you carry on the conversation from here? The last time you tried to speak it went from being petty to nasty and to, in your case, being violent. But Charles' demeanor is different this time, he seems a lot calmer and he doesn't want to make your life a living hell any more. He watches you fiddling with the hem of your dress and pulling at a loose string. He places his hand on top of yours to stop you from pulling at the material any more.

"Hey, don't do that. Your dress is beautiful, I wouldn't want you to ruin it," his tone is so gentle. So much so that you tears begin to form in your eyes again. You can't even look at Charles as your eyes remain fixated on your lap. You hadn't realised your tears had spilled over until landed on the bottom of your dress, leaving the smallest of damp spots.

"Hey, hey, please don't cry," Charles whispers as he wipes your tear with his thumb. But by him telling you not to cry doesn't mean that you stop. If anything, feeling his hand on your face only makes it worse. "Please don't cry, [Y/N]".

Charles cups your face in his hands as he lifts it up so you're looking at him. "Charles," you begin but your breath catches in your throat. The evening is beginning to overwhelm you and you can't seem to be digesting anything that's happening in a reasonable way.

"Tell me, amour," Charles says as he wipes your tears once more.

Amour.

Fuck, even the way he's saying it now is so confusing. It's so gentle and so kind and you don't deserve any of this.

"Did you mean it earlier? When you said you only invited me back to have sex?"

Charles sighs as he shakes his head.

"No! No, I was being an asshole, okay," he tells you. "I didn't mean it."

You nod but you're not sure if you believe him. You wouldn't blame him if he fucked you and then left you because in Charles' eyes, that's what you did to him three years ago.

"Hey, hey, look at me," his voice is more commanding this time that you can't help but look at him. He hesitates for a moment, before he leans in to kiss your forehead. "I didn't mean it, amour. I was just angry, that's all".

You nod but you still feel overwhelmed with his touch and so you lean back on the sofa to give yourself a little bit of a break. Charles follows suit.

Silence falls on the room once more but this time, the two of you taking turns drinking the wine from your glass, hoping that the two of you find the courage to address the elephant in the room.

This time, it's Charles who breaks the silence.

"You... you said in the taxi that you never went to New York," he begins. The volume in his voice is much lower this time.

You nod slowly.

"What happened? Why did you change your mind?"

He nervously awaits your answer and he doesn't miss the little sigh that you let out.

"Charles, I... I was never going to New York. It was never the plan. Lewis kept asking but I always said no," you tell him.

Charles' scrunches his forehead at your confession.

"But you told me-"

"No, that day when I came to see you. I planned on telling you that everything was over between Lewis and I but I don't know what happened. I just couldn't get the words out, after everything that happened it should have been easy but it wasn't. Because I'd never been able to say out loud that my marriage was over. And when I told you that Lewis asked me to join him in New York, I didn't tell you because that's what was happening. I told you because I was scared and confused. You talked about moving in together and I panicked. For the first time in seven years he wasn't going to be in my life and I just didn't have time to process it," you tell him, "And so when you asked me if I was going, I just froze. I... I don't why I did. But by the time I got over my panic you thought that I had basically confirmed that I was going with Lewis but I never was. I don't blame you for reacting the way you did, hell, I would have had the same thoughts. But he was never an option any more, Charles, it was always you".

Charles stays silent as he lets all of your words sync in. He had been so wrong this whole time and he spent so many days and months hating you. Was he so wiling to believe that you were leaving him to stay with Lewis because he couldn't believe that it would finally be true? He'd always heard that the spouse never leaves their martial partner when it comes to having an affair. But you and Charles never had an affair. You had a relationship, and one that Lewis knew all about. So why had he gotten it all so wrong?

"When you told me to leave, I... I took the cowards way out. I don't blame you for not believing me. We were both tired and I gave up. I'm sorry that I gave up, Charles," you say. It's your turn to wipe the tear from Charles' cheeks.

"No, I pushed you away," he says quietly.

You shake your head. "No, you didn't. You did nothing wrong," you tell him.

The two of you take a few minutes to process your confession to Charles. The tears have now dried up for the both of you but the weight of the conversation rests heavy on your hearts.

"If you didn't go to New York, where did you go?" Charles asks.

You let out a little sigh. "I went for a job opportunity in Singapore. And I took it, so I moved about three months after things ended between us".

Charle lets out a light-hearted chuckle. "Singapore, that must have been nice," he says, "How did you manage in the heat?"

"I didn't," you laugh, "I basically lived a nocturnal lifestyle. But it was nice, I enjoyed my time there. I think I grew up a lot while I was there".

You pause for a moment, your smile falls a little as you carry on. "I do think about what would have happened if I'd stayed in London though..." Your sentence trails off as you begin to think about the what ifs.

"Well you know, London. Always busy and always expensive," Charles jokes. You smile at him softly.

"Kind of like Paris, right?" you say and he nods in response.

He takes a moment before asking his next question, "Do you regret going?"

Uncertainty takes over momentarily before you reply, "I don't know. I wish I kind of did things differently".

"Me too," Charles mutters.

Your eyes meet each others and this time it feels different. It feels like you're both longing for one another. You're not sure who initiated the first move as you both lean in for a gentle kiss which soon escalates as Charles pulls you onto his lap while you reach out to cup his face. The kiss deepens quickly as the two of your run your hands over any body part you can find on the other.

Charles' hands going from your hair on the back of your head to your waist. At some point, they end up on your ass which is now exposed due to the movements you've been making on his lap. Your hands too find themselves in his hair before making their way over his shoulders and down his clothed chest but you don't miss the tight muscles that sits below the thin material.

You hum as Charles' lips make their way to below your ear before making their way down your neck and finally to your chest.

"I wasn't joking when I mentioned this dress earlier," he says as he stares up at you, his eyes are full of hunger, "it was meant to taken off".

You can't help but squeal as he dramatically pulls your straps down to reveal your chest and it doesn't take long for him to wrap his mouth around one of your nipples. You moan as he begins to suck on the sensitive skin.

"Fuck," you let out as your hands grip onto his shoulders.

Tonight has been such a mind fuck that you feel dizzy at his touch. How the hell have you ended up in this situation where you've gone from slapping Charles for being an asshole to having him sucking on your tits. Maybe he was right and that you did like men that treated you like shit.

But that was baggage that you could unpack another day as you're suddenly brought back to your senses when you feel a flash of cold air on your vagina. You look down and see that Charles has pulled your panties to the side.

He looks up at you menacingly as his right hand makes its way down your body while the other holds your him in place. You can't help but yelp as his fingertips brush against your clit.

"Charles," you sigh in relief as he presses more pressure onto your sensitive bud.

"I'd be lying if I said I hadn't imagined this image over the last three years," Charles teases as he slides his fingers between your folds. "Mmmm," is all you can say.

"I still have those photos you know and some of the videos that we took," he continues as he left hand makes it's way back up to your breast, missing the feeling of full flesh beneath his fingers.

"Charles," you whisper once more as you grip onto his hair.

"All you have to do is tell me how you want," he says and you're falling into his touch when he suddenly pushes two of his fingers inside of you.

"Shit!"

Charles takes your profanity as a sign to continue but this only sends you into overdrive. No, it's that dizzy feeling again and you suddenly feel light-headed. His fingers are moving in and out of you but all you want to do is push yourself off his chest and you do.

"Stop," you cry as you lift yourself of Charles' body.

Charles is stunned at your sudden change and becomes flustered, trying to understand why you're no longer wanting him to touch you.

"Amour, what's wrong?"

You're panting as you recover from the sensation of Charles while you're also trying to gather your thoughts at the same time.

"I don't think this is a good idea," you eventually say. You don't miss the look of disappointment on Charles' face. "It's not that I don't want to, I just think that... that we've gone through so much tonight. We haven't really processed anything and I don't want us to regret this".

Charles nods. He'd do anything to have you right now but deep down he knows you're right. The events of tonight have been chaotic, petty and at times toxic. This was the first time the two of you had addressed what happened and even then it was only a short conversation. He's only just gotten you back into his life and despite what his mouth was running with earlier, Charles didn't want to lose you again.

"You're right, I'm sorry," he says softly.

"Please don't be sorry. We both wanted it but it's not the best thing right now," you say. You want to break the tension in the air by cracking a joke, "If you want, we can both tell Pierre that we fucked to mess with his head".

Your joke works as Charles releases some tension by laughing before letting out a "Fucking Pierre".

At some point, you end up resting your head against Charles' chest as the two of you enjoy the silence for the first time this evening and for the final time, Charles interrupts a quiet moment between you two.

"Can you stay tonight? I... Nothing has to happen, I'd just like you to stay," he says quietly. You look up at him and nod.

The two of you eventually make your way to the bedroom and slowly undress each other as you get ready for bed, with Charles lending you one of his football jerseys.

And while he sleeps ever so soundly, his chest gently rising and falling as he lets out slow breaths, you find yourself not being able to sleep at all.

As the sun begins to rise on an early summer's morning in Paris, you find a pen and paper in Charles' kitchen before leaving him a note on his pillow:

' I promise I'm not running away this time, I just think that we both deserve the chance for a clear head in the morning.

I'm so grateful that I got the chance to see you again.

Amour xxx '

[mochippyyy]

Ven and Vel getting jobs xD

Dancer AU!! (technically Veneer isn't a dancer in this but my explanation will be on the bottom! TLDR it was just cool so yippee [there's lore!!!!!!!])

Also! sorry@imadumdumjewel for the late reply!

If you guys req anything, I'll get to it, just may be a tad late...

Anywho! I ran a lil poll on Twitter to decide on the types of jobs they would have so here we go:

So I actually forgot to put dancer Vel/artist Ven because I kinda thought Ven would kinda fit the thing but after I finished this art I was pretty happy I didn't put it on there lol.

I honestly think that the other job options seemed pretty interesting, but no one really suggested any other jobs, and almost everyone was enthralled with the idea of dancer Ven & Vel.

For Veneer:

At first, my friend and I were planning this, but nothing really felt right to us. I did suggest Ballerino, but it didn't feel like something Veneer would do without Velvet, because they kinda come in pairs. Gymnast was also a suggestion, but after a couple minutes, it was swiftly discarded because I didn't want to draw Veneer's toes.

Anywho, while searching for other options, ice skating appeared, and my friend suggested an interesting idea as to

Lore time:

When Veneer was young, his parents pushed him towards traditionally male hobbies, such as sports and more sports. When his dad saw a flyer for an ice hockey team, he signed him up immediately. However, some mischievous kid had taped a different number to the hockey flyer, so Veneer's father ended up signing him up for figure skating instead.

At first, Veneer thought he was out of place, after all, the ratio of boys to girls was significant and he found himself to be the only one in that class. He didn't enjoy it much and regretted that he didn't join Velvet in her breakdancing course. However, as he unwillingly went to classes, he slowly started gaining a love for the sport and noticed how beautiful it was.

That led him to go down into professional figure skating and join competitions, eventually leading him to go down in history. For Velvet

My friend suggested swapping traditionally male and female dance styles, which led to the eventual conclusion: breakdancing. Velvet is a strong-willed character who would definitely try to get her way (as shown in the trailer of the movie) and take the classes that she liked.

Lore time:

When Veneer got signed up to do ice hockey, Velvet felt like she didn't have to deal with her little brother all day, and felt that she had a lot of time to herself. At first, she found a lot of things to do every day, running to places, going to parties, and just generally having fun.

At this point, Veneer was still unwilling to go to figure skating classes, (turns out Velvet was the mischievous kid who changed the number on the ice hockey flyer into a figure skating course phone number) but since his father had already paid for a year, he had to go anyways. Velvet would purposely use this to upset Veneer when she didn't get what she wanted, but then would accidentally make Veneer cry, resulting in her getting lectured by her parents, and Velvet holding back tears as she apologized to Veneer (she was totes in the fault here tho).

She realized that the more free time she had, the more her parents would lecture her. She decided right then and there that she would sign up for a class. She spent days, scrolling her phone and watching videos of different skills to decide what she wanted to do. However, nothing caught her eye.

Then, one day, she saw a kid do a flip, and slip and fall miserably. First, she took a video and laughed, and then thought to herself, "Hey, I could do that waaaayyyyy better. That kid's a failure!" And so she threw herself into learning it, but unsurprisingly, she fell flat on her face.

She was unhappy with this result, so she immediately went to her parents and asked them to sign her up for a breakdancing course. However, she had a tendency to give up when things got annoying/hard, so her parents turned her away each time. However, both the nonstop pestering and the fact that she no longer was bullying Veneer (because she was too busy following her parents around and throwing tantrums), they finally gave in.

From then on, she started breakdancing classes, and Veneer was upset because now his sister got to do something she liked, but Veneer was stuck in ice skating hell. He was very unhappy for some time, but then decided, "If she's gonna be happy, I gotta be happier. I gotta upstage her". So, he took to ice skating and started focusing all his efforts on it.

Velvet, seeing her twin brother become increasingly devoted to learning the trade she had forced him into while she had just started to get bored of breakdancing, felt a spark of competition and decided to practice harder.

Her parents were really impressed. Periodt. Now they are famous both nationally (Veneer) and on the streets (Velvet, for breakdancing, not giving up). YIPPEE

THE END

[podcastenthusiast]

"Here should be safe to set up camp," Geralt says, scanning the treeline with his eyes in that odd witcher way. Like he's seeing much more than a mere mortal could.

"Thank the gods," sighs Jaskier, who's been really starting to regret skiving off those physical fitness courses at Oxenfurt.

"Get a fire started while I tend to Roach."

"Oh Geralt, I'd love to, I would. Truly it's colder than a sorceress' shapely—"

"Jaskier."

"Well, as they say: you can lead a bard to timber, but you can't make him—"

"Just do it, Jaskier."

"I don't know how! All right? I've never built a fire in the middle of nowhere before! It's not one of the seven liberal arts, and I much prefer my fires stoked by comely barmaids in taverns."

Geralt looks at him for a long moment. It's a complicated look—frustration and amusement and a hint of regret. Mostly it's a look that says Jaskier is an idiot for joining him on the Path.

"Right," Geralt says slowly. He begins building the campfire himself.

"I imagine they teach wilderness survival to baby witchers at witcher school."

Geralt looks at him again and there's something different in his expression. The ghost of a smile? Jaskier doesn't quite know how to read it.

"Kaer Morhen," he says. "And yeah. Something like that."

"Oh?" Jaskier has to rein in his enthusiasm, his curious questions. Geralt so rarely reveals anything personal about himself or his past. Not that Jaskier has been forthcoming in that regard either. They live in the moment, day by day, but some context would help his creative process.

Besides all that, he genuinely wants to get to know Geralt a little better.

"Vesemir took me out into the forest one day. Gave me a knife and left me there for a month."

There is no bitterness in his words. If anything, the witcher sounds...almost fond. Nostalgic. Proud of his younger self for overcoming the challenges his mentors set before him.

It takes a moment for the true meaning of that to sink in and, once it does, Jaskier is horrified. His own parents weren't great, but even they would never simply abandon him.

"He just— like as a test— what—?"

"Real eloquent, bard. I doubt he had any choice. Probably wasn't even supposed to give me anything."

"How old were you?" he demands, unsure if any answer will make this revelation less abhorrent.

"Six? Seven? Maybe eight. I don't know." Geralt makes a gesture with his fingers and the pile of wood beneath his hand sparks with flame. "Not old enough to have learned Igni yet."

He can picture it, too, so vividly. Curse his dammed artist's imagination. Geralt, just a kid, alone and scared and definitely cold—because no one bothered to teach him how to start a fire.

"Stop it," the witcher snaps.

"What?"

"Looking at me like that. I'm fine. I was fine back then. Wasn't so bad at all compared to the Grasses. Vesemir came back for me like he said he would. I survived the trial—no, I didn't just survive; I exceeded all expectations, which is why they..." The witcher trails off. Takes a breath.

All of that... It's quite a lot of words for Geralt. Honest words, even.

It's his job to talk, to sing, to commit the most painful and difficult experiences to beautiful poetic verse. But Jaskier doesn't know what to say to his friend right now. Surely he has to say something.

"Geralt..."

"Don't waste your pity. Save it for the ones who didn't make it through. I did."

"Okay," the bard replies, careful and tentative. He isn't a brave man, nor a particularly kind one. But Jaskier considers himself an honest fellow so he adds, "Just because you made it through, you know, that doesn't mean what happened to you was all right, Geralt. Children aren't supposed to be left alone to fend for themselves."

The witcher laughs—a humorless, wretched sound. He doesn't say anything at all to that. Which is okay, really; Jaskier just needed him to hear it.

There is a long silence. The fire crackles. Jaskier absently strums his lute.

"You're gonna write a ballad about this, aren't you," Geralt says after a while.

"No!" Maybe. Yes. He won't perform it.

"Hm."

The fire crackles.

Quite out of the blue, Geralt tells him, "I befriended a wolf back then."

"What? You're joking!"

"Witchers don't have a sense of humor. Common knowledge."

"Common misconception. Most people are just stupid. No, hang on, stop distracting me—You had a pet wolf?!"

"Not a pet," the witcher corrects, smiling faintly. "Fangtooth was her own wolf."

"Fangtooth?" Jaskier repeats, struggling to contain his amusement. "Not Roach?"

"No."

"Forgive me, but that's adorable."

"I was just a child. I wanted to stay with her in the wilderness. Be a wolf, too. Or a knight." He shakes his head dismissively. Silly childish dreams.

"But you didn't," Jaskier says. And feels stupid for saying something so obvious.

"Too late for that," Geralt replies without reproach. "I was already a witcher."

"As a child, I wanted to run away and join the circus," the bard offers.

"Of course you did."

They're quiet for a moment then. Comfortable, shared silence. Just the sounds of birds and forest creatures, and Roach contentedly eating grass. The fire crackles.

"Geralt, will you teach me to light a fire? Without witcher magic, obviously, since I don't have any."

"Why?"

"Because...well, because I could be a more useful traveling companion. Like Fangtooth must've been."

"...Fine," Geralt agrees after some thought.

It is a skill he will be very grateful to have on freezing nights in the coming years, especially whenever the witcher is too injured or ill from those dreadful potions to help set up camp. He will try not to think of the child Geralt once was, subjected to horrific tests of his ability to survive all on his own.

Except he hadn't been on his own back then, not completely. And he isn't alone anymore, either.