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allzelemonz · 1 year

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Casual Possession: Micah Bell X Male Reader

Pronouns: None Mentioned, Reader referred to as ‘boy’ and ‘man’ Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut, language Warnings: Soft Micah Bell, Jealous Micah, Micah’s stomach getting appreciated, kissing, admitting feelings, marking, lap sitting, use of a slur, anal fingering, anal sex, mentions of both Reader and Micah sleeping with other gang members, Reader has a crush on Charles Summary: Something casual turns into a lot more, but not with the one you expected.

The last few jobs you’ve been on have been small, easy things that pass by with no complications. That tends to be how things go when you do a job with Charles. He doesn’t mess things up like a lot of guys in the gang, he keeps his head. It helps that he’s nice, sweet, everything you could want in a partner for crime and life. A shame you’ve only been able to get one of those out of him, though you have gotten closer. He smiles when he sees you and his hand might linger when you exchange money from the job, little things that you hope might lead to something further in time. Charles isn’t something to rush, he’s something to cherish, unlike a few others in the gang.

Though you’re no stranger to intimacy with a lot of the other men in the gang, Micah is usually the one you end up with after the sun goes down. He’s easy to please, good at pleasing, that’s all you really need from him and he seems to feel the same. Fucking, that’s all it is. But with your hopes of having something more with someone else, you really can’t keep doing this.

Micah has you pinned down in the dirt, deep in the thick woods surrounding camp. His head is dipped, resting on your shoulder as you both adjust to the feeling of him being buried inside of you. One of his hands rests on your bare waist, his other arm keeping himself propped above you. You lay on your back, hips propped up by his balled up jacket and your legs spread wide enough to let Micah press so deeply into that you can feel his balls flush against your skin.

His shoulders move as he breathes heavy and begins to suck a mark into your neck. “Still tight, darlin’.”

He spent about half an hour stretching you out, teasing you by the scout fire, before you dragged him out here. Nothing he hasn’t done before when you approach him. He never questions it, always puts away his gun or knife or whatever he was doing and leans back as you sit in his lap. His lips always find yours in greeting and move to your neck once you start moving your ass against him, all the while getting his fingers coated in gun oil so he can shove his hand down your pants and finger your ass until you want him to fuck you.

You moan softly as grinds against you in slow motions, rubbing inside of you in just the right way. “Shit… Micah.”

He smiles against your skin, chuckling when you try to buck into him. There is not a moment of your arrangement he doesn’t love. You could ask him to fuck you on his deathbed and he’d do it. The only thing he doesn’t enjoy is seeing you with another man on the odd occasion. There are nights when you go off with Javier or Bill, it really kills him if you go after Arthur, but it’s never more than one night out a month with them. Most nights you come to him, most nights are slow enough that you’re gone for hours, most nights Micah has to remind himself that he’s fucking you and not making love to you.

Your hands start on his waist, just where he’s lowered his pants enough to free himself. Then you move them up and under his shirt and he relishes the feeling of your fingertips as they slowly move inward to graze over his stomach. That’s one of those things Micah has to catch himself on because it feels so tender, like you care about him. No one else he’s fucked touched him like that, especially not there. Bill tends to comment on it, he never liked it much.

His lips stall against your skin when you start to squeeze at his extra weight, his breath catches because he never wants you to stop. So he rewards you in the hopes that you keep doing it. He doesn’t ask because it’d be pathetic, he just gives tiny thrusts that he knows rub against your prostate. Your hands grip at him when he does and he gasps as much as you do.

He groans, redirecting himself from whining when your grip loosens, and he moves his lips next to your ear so he can play his obvious pleasure off as the standard fucking. “Ya always feel so good, cowboy…”

“Come on, Micah.” You say, more breath than voice and he can feel your legs spread wider and your ass rub back against him. “Please, fuck me.”

He has to put himself together before he speaks, it’d be pathetic to unravel at a few pretty words and effortless movements. “Want it nice ‘n slow…” He makes a point to slide himself out and in, one slow thrust, and he’s rewarded by the throaty noise you make as his lips return to kiss your neck. “Er something’ a little faster…” He speeds up for a few quick, rough thrusts as he bites down into your skin.

Your hand tangles in his hair, pulling him in for a kiss while the other goes to his waist and slows him down to a pace that makes him shiver from that lack of speed.

“Slow then.” He mummers against your lips.

He kisses you with everything he has because you don’t let him do it very often. It’s usually only a few seconds when you first come to him before one of you moves on to mark the other’s neck. This, paired with fucking you so slowly and intentionaly, makes his heart ache. Once again he has to tell himself that all of this is just a regular fuck, not some wordless declaration of feelings. He shouldn’t even feel those things anyway.

It’s an achingly long time before you tighten your hand on his waist and urge him to go faster. His lips are swollen from the long kiss and his knees begin to hurt by the time he’s able to really chase the end. Automatically, once he’s thrusting into you at a brutal but steady pace, his hand finds your dick and matches it. He pulls away from your kiss so he can hear the noises you make for him, dipping his head into your neck to give a few more marks.

“Micah… I’m-”

“I know…” He smiles against your neck as he fucks into you faster and his hand keeps pace. “Yer gonna cum fer me, darlin’. Go on.”

It takes a few more thrusts before your dick pulses in his hand as you release over your shirt, the seed spurting onto his fingers as well. He continues to fuck you as you start to writhe under him from the oversensitivity. When he cums, he gives no warning aside from the falter in his hips beforehand. He slows gradually until he feels completely milked and his dick has gone soft inside of you.

He pulls out, leaning back and bringing his cum covered hand to his mouth. He savors every drop of you as you sit up to watch him. The slight wince in your movement gives him a twinge of satisfaction but seeing just how much he was able to mark up your neck gives him even more. If he can’t call you his, the marks are as close as he can get.

“Fuck, Micah.” You sigh, eyes fixed on him as he cleans off the last bit of your release from his fingers.

He chuckles, moving to pull his pants back up. “Ain’t so bad yerself, cowboy.”

You stand with him, retrieving your own pants and pulling them on over the dirt that’s rubbed onto your skin. Micah retrieves the balled up leather from the ground with a smug smile fixed on his face. No one is ever quite as blissed out from his actions as you are and he loves it. But when you turn to face him again, your expression isn’t one that makes him smile. You look serious, nervous even.

“Listen, Micah…” You take a breath. “I can’t do this with you anymore.”

He feels a twinge of hurt in his chest before he can remind himself that all this has even been is fucking. “Why?”

He watches your feet shuffle and your eyes avoid his. “I’m kinda getting sweet on somebody… Sorry to tell you like this, I-”

Micah rushes forward, pushing you back into a tree and holding you there with his fists collecting the fabric of your shirt. “Who ya sweet on, cowboy?”

Your demeanor changes and Micah can feel the heat in your body begin to fade as hostility takes over. “None of your business, Bell.”

One hand grips your jaw as his other presses you harder into the tree. “Tell me.”

Your eyes lock with his and he doesn’t like the look on your face, like you’re scolding him for shooting a few fellas on a job. “Charles.”

Putting a name to the feeling only makes the twist in his chest hurt more. “The red-”

“Say that word and I will kill you myself, Bell.”

You’ve gotten onto him about it before, sometimes you’ve even hit him for it, but this feels different. The look in your eye and his own inability to laugh it off makes Micah doubt himself. Messing around is one thing, upsetting you is another.

“Get off me, Micah.” You say evenly. “We’re done.”

When you push his hand away from your face he just moves it to your waist, still holding you in place. “What’s so great about Charles?”

“He’s charming, kind, everything I want in a man.” Your expression is firm and the steady way you speak doesn’t hurt him until he sees the softness in your eyes.

“That’s real sweet, cowpoke…” He drawls, the feeling in his chest spreading to his brain as he lets his hands both set firmly on your waist. “But does he touch ya the way I do, hmm?” His lips find that same spot by your ear. “I know he don’t fuck ya the way I fuck ya.”

“Fuck off, Micah.” You say, but your voice shakes when you do it.

He lets his hands loosen their grips as he nuzzles into your neck, deciding that if being rough isn’t going to work then if there was ever a time to let himself be weak and pathetic it’s now. “I can be sweet, darlin’... gimme a chance.”

There’s a moment of nothing before he feels your hands on his sides, resting just above where his stomach starts to fill out. He wraps his arms around you, pulling himself against you and putting every feeling of not wanting to let you go into how he holds you.

“Never gave me a chance…” He mumbles against your skin.

Your arms find their way around him, holding him tightly. “I never knew you wanted a chance.”

He breathes deeply, taking in your scent and sighing as he moves his head back to look at you. “Ya make me… make me feel things.” His eyes dart over your face as he tries to find words that don’t sound as pathetic as he feels. “Ain’t never felt ‘em before.”

Your mind spins now, as Micah looks at you with a sweetness you’ve only ever seen from him when he fucks you slow and deep, a sweetness you thought was only associated with the high of an occasional fuck. But this look, his arms around you, everything about him tells you the typical asshole isn’t trying to be what you know. And you’d be lying if you didn’t feel some level of care with him, convincing yourself it was just another thing only tied to the occasional intimacy.

“Micah, I…” You try to sift through things in your mind. “I don’t know.”

He’s an ass. Cruel skills in nothing but gunslinging and antagonizing. He’s generally dirty and unkempt, always smelling of gun oil and blood. And yet there’s something there. He is nothing that you imagined desiring, but here you are, so very much wanting to kiss him tenderly and call him yours.

And when he speaks he breaks your heart a little. “Go on ‘n pick Smith then, cowpoke.”

He starts to step away but you catch him in time, pulling him back into you and connecting your lips to give the softest kiss you ever gave. You can feel him melt against you, sighing as you pull away.

“A chance.” You whisper.

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delicatesoundofthunderr · 6 months

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Roger Waters x Reader

i wrote this because there is a lack of pf fanfics, especially roger x reader 😞

ALSO FOR MY CHARLES LECLERC GIRLIES I DID NOT FORGET YALL!!! life’s been busy but i genuinely want to continue the series. so sorry for the wait! ❤️

ps it gets a bit heated but no smut! *injuries mentioned*

•••

It was the end of another successful gig, and the spirit in the pub couldn’t be more agitated. Drinks were drunk and dances were danced, and you found yourself near the stage with some friends.

“Loved your performance, Y/N! Although,

I couldn’t fail to notice someone had a keen eye on you for the whole show...” your friend recalled, raising her brows.

“What? Who?” you question with excitement.

“Roger! He was eyeing you every second he had the chance!” your other friend beamed.

You didn’t believe a word of it. You guys had grown slightly closer over the past weeks, but his on-stage persona was something totally different.

“You’re joking… I’ll probably get a lecture soon then, he was probably annoyed by something I did.” you grunted.

“I swear I saw him smiling at you though.” your friend mumbled.

Your cheeks flushed ever so slightly.

“Right, well I’m gonna go get some fresh air.” you declared. The constant buzzing of chatter and music gave you a slight headache.

You snake through the mass of tipsy people, and see a familiar face just before reaching the exit.

Roger is interacting and laughing with a girl who doesn’t seem to fit in the friendly category. You only catch his eye when you cross the door.

You stay outside for some time, breathing in the crisp air. A recurring thought kept disturbing your calm. What could you have possibly done so wrong in your performance for Roger to look at you all night long?

Or… was it something else?

You shake your head and head back for the pub after a few minutes.

When you push the door to get back in, a newfound tension has submerged the pub.

Two men were fighting, one stubby blonde, and another tall brunette which you realized- to your great surprise- was Roger.

The moment didn’t feel real. Roger, always one to use his words and wits, now with a split lip and balled fists.

“Roger!” you yell through the crowd.

He doesn’t seem to register your voice at all with the commotion. Roger was about to throw a final punch in the man’s direction when you took him by the back of his shirt.

“Roger! You can stop now, he’s done.” you yell in anger. Roger’s eyes locked with yours, and he slowly let go of the poor lad in his hands.

Roger’s face was intact but for a split brow bone and lip. Something pulled at you to help him, and with a frustrated sigh you take his wrist and lead him through the buzzing crowd and out the pub.

“I never thought…” you fume. “We’ll go to the studio okay? It’s the nearest place.” you order with little space for arguing.

Roger simply nods, a faraway look in his eyes. You didn’t notice how tight you were holding his wrist and let go. You look back to make sure he’s still following, and much to your dismay he’s clutching his stomach.

“What is it now?” you complain.

“My ribs… They really fucking hurt.” he groans, eyes filled with fear.

You immediately walk over to him with a newfound concern, but he stops you.

“I’m fine, I don’t need help.” he states, no trace of malice in his voice.

Your heart aches more and more at his disheveled form, and as you get to the studio, you make sure to open every door for him.

He crashes down on the couch, chest rising up and down at a fast pace.

You go get the small aid kit in the bathroom alongside warm towels full of water.

Roger has one hand over his eyes and he’s muttering something under his breath.

“Remove your shirt. We’re gonna check for broken ribs first.” you command.

Roger removes his hand from his face and looks directly at you with those piercing eyes of his. He slowly rises to remove his shirt, and you can’t do anything else than look up at him from your seat, admiring his lean, sun-kissed abs. He stifles a groan as he passes his shirt over his head and throws it in the corner of the room.

You sit there for a bit, struck by his appearance. He falls back down to the couch and you follow after him.

“I’ll- I have to- I’m gonna touch your ribs.” you blurt out.

He nods through half-lidded eyes and leans back.

There’s a prominent bruise that paints his chest a purple colour, and you gently brush your fingers on it. His whole body tenses up and he sucks in a breath.

“What the hell were you thinking?” you whisper, searching for an answer in his eyes.

He looks away and ignores your question.

“Are you drunk?” you tempt, laying a cold towel on his bruise.

“No. I’ve had like half a beer.” he sighs.

You hold your hands up in confusion.

“Then I don’t get it! You never fight Roger, you never have!” you complain, shaking your head.

“I know… He just…” he trails off, playing with the hot towel on his chest.

“He just what, Roger? He made fun of the band? You? Your reputation, maybe?” you furiously dig for bandages in the kit.

Before putting the bandages on his face, you decide it’s best to clean it. You bring the towel to his brow and dab away, eyes narrowing out of concentration.

“He said something about you.” Roger mutters out, looking up at you.

Your hand drops.

“And what exactly did he say?” you ask, feeling very small all of a sudden.

“Doesn’t matter.” he mumbles, holding himself up with his hand and settling back down into a more comfortable position. He was using his elbows to prop himself up to not completely lie down on his back.

His new position forces you to almost straddle him to reach his face and dab the cloth on his bottom lip.

“I have the right to know.” you mutter, voice filled with insecurity. He gazes up at you and sighs through parted lips.

“He- Christ…” he sighs and rubs his eyes. “He called you an attention-seeking whore.” Roger mumbles, looking away from your pained expression guiltily.

You have a feeling the man might’ve said more and Roger was protecting your self-esteem, but you can’t say this is exactly new to you. Something that was new though, was someone sticking up for you.

“Still… You shouldn’t have. You don’t deserve this.” you whisper after a moment, dabbing the cloth on his bottom lip.

And you truly believed that. You didn’t think Roger should go through all that trouble just for you.

“You don’t deserve this either, and I don’t regret it. You’re worth every punch I received.” his head turns back to face you, eyes sparkling with determination.

How could he say something like this and not expect you to crumble under his gaze?

“No, you don’t mean that.” you state, eyes pleading him to tell you the truth.

Roger shuffles under you, and his eyes darken.

“I do, and I’d do it again! That prick is lucky he wasn’t-“ but you cut his words off by taking his face with your hands and kissing him.

Roger’s mouth goes slack, and it takes him a second to register everything. Then, his lips are responsive.

He uses one elbow to prop himself up, whilst his other hand has found your face. Your position was already favourable, half straddling him already.

He pulls on the back of your thigh to get you completely pressed against him, and your hands are now exploring the muscles of his arms, gripping on them tighter as Roger’s fingers find the surface of your back.

He carelessly draws patterns with his slim fingers, earning shivers from you. His thumb is carefully caressing your cheek in a soothing way.

The kiss is intense, a downpour of all past tension condensed.

His tongue is firm but doesn’t let you get overwhelmed. He lets you set the pace, which is a slow and needy one.

Your hands hesitate towards his chest, laying them gently on his bruised abs. You earn a stifled moan from his part and arch your back as you continue to gently caress his chest up and down.

Both his hands take possession of your hips, squeezing them gently. You feel him move his hips almost involuntarily under you, his member pressing up against you.

You stifle a noise at the contact and press yourself harder against him.

You finally break the kiss. You look down at his star struck grin and slightly swollen lips with a shy smile.

“You’re slightly drunk aren’t you?” Roger asks doubtfully.

“I only had a shot.” you answer truthfully.

He chuckles and lays you down, hovering over you. His eyes travel along your face, taking you all in.

“You’re so pretty,” he blurts out with a stroke of your cheek.

You look away shyly, but he makes sure to bring your face back to him with the tip of your chin.

He smiles at you like an idiot in love and plants a soft kiss on your lips.

Images of him and that girl flash through your mind and you stop him.

“Who was that girl at the pub?” you question, brows furrowing in worry.

Roger’s eyes narrow as he seems to recall his night. His brows go up at the memory.

“Who, my cousin? I don’t have any interest in her, no.” he chuckles.

You bite your lip and smile, feeling rather stupid.

“Besides, someone’s already caught my eye.” he murmured.

You grin and hold the back of his neck to bring his face down and kiss him hard.

You softly bite into his split lower lip, gaining a low groan from him. You wrap your legs around his torso and his bare chest presses softly against yours, the barrier of clothes infuriating.

The kiss is slow and passionate, but gets broken by Roger.

“My head hurts.” he mutters over your lips with closed eyes.

You immediately sit up and lay him back down on the couch. You kiss his forehead only to realize he’s a bit too warm.

You rush to the bathroom to get a cold towel and come back to Roger breathing low with closed eyes.

“Roger, he hit your head repeatedly… You might have a concussion,” you realize, brushing away the hair from his forehead to place the towel on it.

Your fingers leave his face but he’s quick to take them back in his hands.

“Can you… stay here for a bit?” he asks, the question leaving his lips like a plea.

Your eyes soften and you nod quickly.

“I think it’s best we sleep here. I don’t think walking is a good idea for you.” you ponder.

You go get him pills and a glass of water, and he drinks it slowly before placing it back down on the ground.

“I’ll just- use the couch in the other room.” you smile and make your way to it.

“Y/n.” Roger speaks.

You already know what he’s implying, but refuse to succumb to such request.

“Roger. Your ribs are bruised and your head hurts. I don’t want to bother you, so if you need me, I’ll be right there.” you state, pointing to the door.

You turn on your heels but he stops you with his words.

“I don’t think I can sleep without you in my arms after knowing how you feel against me.” he declares behind your back.

You slowly turn around, lips parted in surprise. You crack a smile, walking over to Roger and obliging to his request, settling down beside him.

He scoots over so you have space, and you lay your head on his shoulder, careful not to touch his chest.

“I’m sorry for getting mad at you.” you confess, cringing at your reaction from earlier.

He moves a lone piece of hair from your forehead and tucks it behind your ear.

“S’okay. I’m sorry for beating the shit out of that guy.” he says in return.

You fail to keep your straight face and smile.

“You should get some sleep now, if you don’t feel well just wake me up or push me off the couch, I don’t mind.” you tell him.

He smiles and shakes his head, leaning in to catch your lips in one last lingering kiss.

He wakes you up only once in the whole night, though it is involuntarily.

His arm finds your chest and he snakes it around, pulling you closer while he mutters something tired.

You sleepily smile and trace the edges of his face with gentle hands. Your fingers brush over his nose, his cheekbones, and all the way down to his soft lips.

Roger sighs and the tension in his face relaxes, whilst his breathing slows down.

You nuzzle your face in his neck and fall back asleep tight in his arms.

“Did anyone stay after the gig?” whispers David, looking down at you and Roger entwined and sleeping on the couch.

“I didn’t. I heard Roger fought someone though.” Rick murmurs, walking over to David. David’s eyebrows go up in a shocked expression.

“Roger… Really?” he questions.

“Jesus christ did Y/N beat up Roger and then sleep with him afterwards cause she felt bad?” adds Nick, just now entering the studio.

They all have a laugh and head over to their instruments.

•••

hope this fed you guys a little 😊

ps. the only reason he didnt take her right then and there is because in my head it was supposed to be a mini series and i made another one where they actually do it. will prolly post the rest not in chronological order but oh well.

#x reader #roger waters #pinkfloyd #roger waters x reader #fanfiction #fanfic

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dick-helmet-magneto · 1 year

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blossoming romance writing prompts: Cherik, 15?

15. finding excuses to be alone with each other

When the idea of a road trip to find more people like them was first brought up, Charles found himself excited. That excitement only increased when Erik insisted that mutants should be discovered by mutants. Days on the road with just the two of them, sharing hotel rooms, long car rides with Erik. He had to wonder if that was what Erik was thinking about too.

He could have found out, of course, but that didn't feel right. Whatever was starting between the two of them was still new and he didn't want to risk it.

He felt nervous as the two of them set out on their journey, but the feeling didn't last. It never had around Erik, there was something about the man that set him at ease, no matter how much he insisted that he was dangerous and shouldn't be trusted. Charles never felt anything but safe around him.

Laughter flowed easily from Charles and it only lit up the car more when Erik would join in. There was something about his smile that Charles loved and wanted to see more, so wide and carefree, happy.

By the time they reached the hotel they were staying in for the first night, there was only one thing on Charles's mind. It wasn't something they had done before, both had been walking on eggshells around the new relationship that they were starting to develop. But Charles couldn't bring himself to wait another moment.

As soon as the door was closed behind them, he pressed Erik up against it, kissing him deeply. Arms wrapped around Charles's waist and pulled him in closer, holding their bodies together.

Already, Charles couldn't wait for more to come.

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It wasn't that Erik didn't appreciate the others, the kids, as Charles kept calling them, though Erik would argue they were no longer children. And don't even get him started on Moria.

It was more that he just enjoyed Charles's company more. There was a kinship there, an understanding. Maybe it was related to Charles's mutation, that Charles really did understand, or maybe it was that their ages were closer than they were to the younger ones. Or, maybe, it was something different. Sometimes Erik wondered if Charles had a darker past than he let on, but he hadn't managed to ask yet.

The point was, no one found it surprising when, after dinner, when they were all sitting around chatting and doing their own thing, Erik looked over at Charles, "Chess?"

The smile that stretched over Charles's face was priceless to Erik. "Of course, my friend," He replied, standing up as Erik did the same. They started off down the hall together and, as soon as they were out of the room where the others were, and out of sight, Charles's hand darted out, catching Erik's in his.

Erik looked over at Charles, giving him a secretive smile. When they reached the staircase, Erik leaned over, pressing a kiss to Charles, unable to resist the temptation of those red lips.

---

Fear was mounting in Charles but he couldn't stay away. It had been over a decade since he last had a moment alone with Erik and he wanted the chance to talk to him. And potentially make more bad decisions.

He stood outside the hotel door, wishing he had taken the time to shower, maybe shave and wash his hair before doing this. But then he hated himself because he cared what he looked like.

It was Erik, after all, and no matter how much he wanted to act like he didn't care, he always would. He always had. No matter what Erik has or hasn't done.

With a deep breath, he brought his hand up and knocked on the door. He had told Logan and Hank he wanted to talk to Erik more about JFK and what had happened. That was far from the truth. Sure, he was still angry, and Erik was too, even without his powers, Charles was certain about that. He really wanted to just see Erik, see how he was, and make sure everything was okay with him. A decade in solitary seemed terrifying and Charles had already had one drink too many.

Erik opened the door to his hotel room and the surprise on his face was clear to see. "Charles," He whispered, stepping to the side, and motioning for Charles to come in, which he did.

"How...how are you?" Charles asked, sitting down on the edge of Erik's bed while he closed to door and walked over to sit next to him.

"I'm fine," Erik replied but Charles didn't believe that. How could he? After everything Erik had been through, Charles refused to believe he was anything near fine.

"Erik, it's me," He whispered, "How are you really? Talk to me."

"Are you drunk?" Erik asked back, looking over at him, making a face as though he could smell it on Charles, which he probably could.

"A little. I still want to know," Charles replied, heading back and laying crossways on the bed, looking up at the back of Erik's head.

"I've been better," Erik finally replied as he laid back next to Charles, "But I've been worse too."

Charles didn't have to wonder to know that Erik was referring to the camps and Shaw. Instead of saying anything, he nodded.

Then Erik was leaning in, rolling over so that Charles was caged in by his arms. Then lips were pressed against his and he reached up, pulling Erik down so his weight was resting against the smaller man.

Once again, everything was okay.

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The mansion was gone and Erik could admit that it was at least a little his fault. But the problem was that he didn't feel bad about it. There was nowhere he had felt more at home than at the school and he found that maybe home was what he needed after everything.

His family was gone, that was one home he had lost and with the school gone, it felt like he had lost everything. But Charles was still there and Erik was making the most of it.

They were all staying in tents while he and Jean worked to rebuild the school with some help from the others. And it just so happened he put his tent up right next to Charles's. So easy and convenient for the two of them to pick up on a tradition they had lost decades ago. Nightly chess games.

Things were going slow between him and Charles recently. Other than an occasional arm touch or shoulder squeeze, Erik thought that might be for the best. He needed slow, for things to be okay for a while. He still wasn't over the loss of his wife and daughter, after all, and, while he wasn't sure he would ever fully be over them, he wasn't ready to move on- or back?- just yet.

Charles seemed to understand that and was content with their stolen moments and quiet chess games, reflecting on a simpler time when they had such different worries.

With the family he had built, Erik couldn't help but feel like everything would be okay for once. But, of course, things that good could never last.

---

A home in Genosha. A place for mutants, a place where Charles could be himself, without the stress and pressure of the school. He couldn't help but look forward to it, even if he was hesitant at first. It was a place he could be with Erik and that was something he could never say no to.

There was something in the man he once knew to be angry and hurt, something softer and more gentle, he seemed to smile more, that bright smile Charles found himself striving for around four decades ago. That desire still hadn't gone away, Charles was still just as determined to see that smile and hear Erik laugh.

It was an added bonus when he first saw Genosha. An offer of a home that Charles expected to be rough terrain, and pieced together shacks. He was half correct, though he had to admit, it was as though everything was built with accessibility in mind and Charles had to bring himself to realize it was.

Erik had been planning this for years and Charles could have cried as he realized he was still wanted by someone. By Erik.

It felt like it had been years of them finding excuses to be together. Even still, it was for the point of Charles having a home, a place to stay. It felt like it no longer mattered, they had been in each other's lives for so long and had loved each other all that time. They no longer needed to come up with a reason. They lived together, they loved each other, there was no one else to think about, no concerns over the future, over mutant kind. They had their own little piece of paradise.

They finally had each other and a home that was built to last.

#i was going to write something short #a little drabble #and then this happened #cherik #cherik fic

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Thranduil and Josie Pt. 158- Enemy Within

Summary: Jace and Raven give in to their feelings. Clover is reborn. Garrett revamps. He makes another shocking discovery and faces a face he never thought he'd see again. The vampire needs aid and Josie feels it. A warlock lord is scorned and acts accordingly. Catherine and Josie clash. Bard has bad news and Josie reels over it. Unexpected visitors arrive. A man is saved. A happy reunion takes place.

*Chapter Warnings* smut, language, angst, mentions of child loss,

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Chapter characters: Raven, Jace, Garrett, Kate, Josephine, Lola, Charles, Catherine, Narcisse, Bard, Aragorn, Gimli, Boromir, Legolas

Chapter word count: 6,515

The spontaneous kiss that Raven stole from the more than willing warlock, tasted and felt just like everything the dhampir of long scarlet strands imagined it would be. Although Jace had recently devoured mounds of greasy fried food, his scent of clover, that ironically used to be Raven's name, was the only thing prominent in his teasing tongue as his mouth made meticulous love to hers and in the highly anticipated moment of mutual desire, fireworks ignited and true love could no longer be denied.

Although Raven had recently realized she had inherited the blood rage gene from her father, the late vampire Craven, for the first time in her 20 years of locked up life, she had finally felt peace. The only fire that now burned inside of her was set by the rising arsonist concealed in Jace's black leather pants that pressed firmly into her core.

None of this was planned by either of the love struck pair. Both had been caught up in Jace's emotional moment of facing the truth that you were not his sister, but merely his cousin. Although you were still his relation, Jace felt it wasn't the same as the bond with a sibling, especially one who shared the putrid parentage of the notorious goblin King and wicked warlock, Jareth. Instead, you were truly the daughter of Jace's uncle Julian, the white warlock per se, a 7th son, now compromised by Jareth's mind conditioning to be evil like him. From what Raven informed Jace of, you had a real full blooded brother, a twin you did not know about that possibly even shared your copper locks who was also fathered by Julian and birthed of your malevolent mother Caroline, so why would you need Jace now?

It broke Jace, for he had searched for you most of his life in hopes of having a real family and when he had finally found you, although the meeting was brief, Jace had come to love you, an emotion that was forbidden by his parents, Jareth and the evil witch Queen Ravenna. An emotion he had now come to face as he released Raven's lips and gazed into her electric blue eyes. An emotion she too now faced.

"J..Jace..I...I..." Raven stuttered as he placed her hand upon his stubbly haired cheek.

Jace softly smiled at her touch and her out of character skittish demeanor, for Raven was as fiery tempered as a redhead was perceived to be, times a thousand. He then did something also out of character for himself as his mismatching orbs of blue and brown danced with hers.

"I love you Clover."

Normally, Raven would have barked at anyone calling her by her true name, but when Jace said it, it finally felt right because he saw the her, the real woman that she was, something no one had ever seen or even cared to try and see.

"I...I love you too...Jace. I..."

Jace took her words away with another kiss and in the heat of the moment, Clover began to lift his shirt up. Jace pulled back, breathing heavily against her lips and stroked her cheek.

"Are...are you sure we should...do this? I mean...after...after what happened to you?" Jace asked with deep concern, referring to her very recent child loss, courtesy of the Elvenking.

"I...I don't want to hurt you Clover." he continued with the most sincere eyes she had ever witnessed. No one ever cared of they hurt her.

"Jace...Matthew healed me...remember? Yes...I'm sure I want to do this. You have no idea how much. I've never wanted anything...anyone so much. Please Jace...make love to me."

Clover was whisked off of her feet and carried in Jace's brawny arms to his candlelit bedroom where they both removed the other's clothing, baring their bodies and their souls to one another with not a single ounce of feeling self-conscious....and then those bodies laid upon the bed and became one.

Jace kissed Clover deeply and passionately before gently pushing his solid girth into her.

Her gasp was rightfully incredulous, for Jace felt much larger than what he appeared to be when he stood before her moments ago, and to her, he looked quite huge then. Jace's bellowing moan upon entry was also validated, for Clover was tight, warm and soaking wet, so much so that he filled her completely in one slow slide.

Clover's fingers laced through Jace's as they began to move in perfect unison. Slowly at first, for Jace was ready to burst at the seams of his deprived cock. He always had many opportunities. Wherever he went, women practically threw themselves at him, but he would never give in to the torturous temptations. Being old fashioned at his young age of only 22, Jace remained celibate, waiting for the one he knew would come one day. He just never in his wildest dreams, imagined it would be a half witch, half vampire. Sure, he had a human nature inside of him and would occasionally pleasure himself when the ache became too much, but that is as far as it went, for Jace was a virgin until this very moment.

Even so, Clover was none the wiser because Jace certainly knew what he was doing, moving in ways that brought her to multiple orgasms, ones that snuck up on her out of nowhere which she had never experienced before, not even with the extremely well equipped Elvenking.

Clover's last climax was so intense that Jace could not contain his any longer. His pulses were vigorous and his grunts tumultuous as the two released together.

The waxing gibbous moon of Manhattan glowed through the old abandoned church's window by Jace's bed as he and Clover basked in their own afterglow, kissing and talking until eventually, the smitten warlock and dhampir drifted off to sleep, snuggled tightly in each other's arms.

In the land of middle earth, the sun still lighted the way of the cold December mid-afternoon, including Peter's old cabin where Garrett remained, replenishing himself of bad men's blood that he had tried depriving himself of and failed miserably at. The hallucinations had became too much to bear and he had made the decision that he no longer wished to die and no longer wished to stay away from you, which Amara had helped him come to that decision for her own selfish purposes that Garrett was not aware of. That and the fact that he knew Narcisse had finally had his way with you and Garrett knew the warlock lord was not what you wanted. The head over heels vampire would return to you, beg you for your forgiveness for leaving you yet once again and explain to you why he lost control on Stephane's warlock guards in such a gruesome manner.

It had only been a few days and a few days too many it was for his crazy in love un-beating heart and he needed to tap into you, to hear your voice, to see you in his mind but he couldn't do that in a drunken and starved stupor, although little did he know, you had heard him, had even dreamt of him, briefly believing him to be dead by his own hand.

Now that Garrett was feeling somewhat recharged, he began to gather his only belonging, his acoustic guitar and then he opened the box again that he found under the floorboards, now knowing it belonged to you. Ignoring the sterling silver ribbon ring and tarot cards, he focused once again on the photo of you and Sarah in your teen years. He still wasn't sure if he had hallucinated the night before when he saw the young blonde move her lips and heard her speak, asking him to help her. He sat and stared at her smiling image for a good five minutes and when nothing happened, Garrett then believed his lack of sustenance and overindulgence in whiskey brought on the creative animation.

His then found his eyes locked onto your then olive colored ones and he swore he felt a thump in the cold lifeless heart beneath the invisible protection mark Amara's faerie goon had given him on his chest. How could he be dead, yet feel so much pain? It was Garrett's undying love for you, plain and simple.

Garrett shut the box, tucked it under his arm and headed out with the guitar case swinging in his other hand. Snow had fallen in large quantities there in the open wilderness and he knew he was going to have to trek through it for the time being until he regained his full strength to fly. He stood outside of the cabin and decided he would try to reach out to you before he departed, nervously bouncing as he did so. To hear your voice again would weaken him more than any other force could.

"Josephine. Hey little one. Can you hear me?"

"If...if you're still pissed at me, at least say so. Please. So I can hear your voice. Just let me know you're ok. Something..anything Josephine. Tell me that you hate me even. it wouldn't be the worst thing you ever said. Just don't tell me that it's over."

And then there was the sound of silence that also weakened him, making him want to die all over again. Garrett knew it was his own damn fault. He promised you so many times he would never leave you and every single time, he broke that promise so how could he blame you?

His eyes glowed yellow of sadness and pain as he lowered his head and began to walk.

"I love you my little one. Alwa.......Ugggggghhhhhh!!!!!"

Garrett was blindsided and knocked through the air by something of jet fueled force. He plowed on his back through the snow like a train at full speed, sending the white powder bursting out on each side of his fifty foot long slide, leaving a hefty trench behind him when he came to a rest.

"What the FUCK!!!" Garrett roared as he whipped up to his feet, his eyes now a burning red as they darted to every inch of the wide open space.

All was silent, but he could smell it. A vampire, for nothing else had such strength, speed and invisibility. Normally, the scent of his kind would have been pleasant to him and most likely he would have recognized the identity as well, but this...this was nothing he had ever smelled before. It was like burning flesh as if it had risen from the gates of hell.

As he cautiously made his way back to the cabin, he found your box, shattered into splinter like pieces with the contents scattered about.

"What the fuck??" he once again recited, but in a whisper as he caught sight of a violet hue in the snow reflecting a glare from the sun.

Garrett swiped up the photo and tarot cards and placed them into his pocket. After that, he slipped the silver ribbon ring onto his pinky finger for safe keeping since it was so small and then he reached for the shiny object. Once he brushed the icy powder off of it, an amethyst pendant was revealed.

"Where the hell did you come from?" he asked as he began to look all around again at the wooden shards from the broken box. The only in tact remnant was the bottom of the box. As he picked it up, Garrett noticed the underneath side had been knocked loose in the hit and inside was an empty compartment just big enough to hold such an item.

Garrett studied the purple stone for a moment, then placed it inside his coat pocket with the other items. In his distraction, he had momentarily forgotten of the danger that lurked about him.

Turning to reclaim his guitar, that danger appeared before him, completely undetected by his senses until it was too late to react.

"Hello lover. Miss me? It's been a long time."

"K..Kate?? What the fu.."

The once truly dead vampiress and ex mate of Garrett's, bolted towards him at lightning speed. In his utter shock, he forgot about the shock she possessed as he raised his hand to stupidly grab her. His hand lit up a strobe light as a massive electric current zapped through his entire body, sending him straight to his knees, bellowing in pain.

"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

Garrett's scream echoed through the mountains as she clung to him, peering down with a wicked grin at his once again yellow eyes until he passed out.

"Garrett??!!!!" you shouted as you sprung from your slumber.

"Josie?? What is it? Were you dreaming of him again??" Lola asked as she rushed over to you after laying a sleeping Leean down in her cradle.

"Do you smell that???" you panted in panic as your nose whiffed the air.

Lola lifted her nose to do the same, then tilted her head at you with confused eyes.

"I don't smell anything. Well except Leean's sweet scent from when I was holding her? Was it cotton candy that you once called it?"

"Something is burning...and..and so is my left arm. and...and, what the hell? So is my...birthmark." you explained as you rubbed it.

A birthmark that consisted of three small moles on your lower back that formed a triangle. The one your mother pointed out to you when you had first saw her again at Lestat's.

"Didn't you have a dream last night that Garrett was burning and you thought he was dead?? But you said later that you knew he was alive??"

"I...yes I...did but..."

You paused and thought back on the dream. It was Garrett's left arm that you saw on fire but...it didn't make any sense because you later heard him singing to you which proved he was ok. But still, this smelled of burnt flesh.

"Something's wrong Lola. Just like I thought before and had went to look for him until I fell down that damn hole and now everything's foggy. I need to go back. I have to find him. What if Harker has found him????"

You got up and began to pace. "Garrett??? Can you hear me??? Please, tell me you're alright??"

There was only silence, until Lola spoke.

"How is it that you have this connection with a vampire to hear each other's thoughts?"

"It's...it's a long complicated story. We um...we share each other's blood. I...I drank his before and I took my shield down and invited him into my mind and then once, I let him drink my blood to save him."

"Ohhhh. You mean, like you share Thranduil's blood and could hear him too?"

The mention of your King's name was a punch to your gut. You had come to the conclusion that the feeling would never go away just as your yearning for him would not as well.

"I...I'm sorry Josie. I can see I have upset you more so than you already are."

"It's alright Lola. Yes, you are correct. Thranduil and I could hear each other and speak to each other's minds. His magic that flows through my blood is what kicked mine into gear. If only...I could hear him again. In my dreams or even if I have to hallucinate from the dark forest's poison to do it, although I still swear that was real. That he came to me from the other side to save me. I just...I feel him slipping further and further away from me Lola and I'm scared one day I will lose all sight and feeling of him permanently."

A knock on the door interrupted you conversation, which saddened you, for talking about Thranduil helped you to keep him alive.

"It's me. Charles. Can I come in please!!?" he asked in an urgent tone.

"As soon as you opened the door, Charles was pushing his way inside, seemingly quite anxious.

"Charles, what is it? Has Bash taken a turn for the worst??"

"He's fine, but my father has gone completely mad with what he's done!!

"Ok slow down, slow down. Is Stephane alright??"

"Physically! But he needs to be in a camisole for crazy people like my mother should be. Plus he's on a war path with Haldir and.."

"Wait what???!! Has he done something to him???" you frantically asked of the Lorien elf who laid one hell of a kiss on you only hours earlier that Narcisse had walked in on.

"Well of course he is Josie. He's Haldir. But that's besides the point and the least of my worries. My father brought my mother into this castle!!!"

"Ok...yes, Charles, I know he said she intentionally hurt herself out in the dark dungeon and had to go deal with that, but...I...I did not know he would allow her back inside???"

"No one did. He just went and did it. She's tied to a bed in the infirmary but anyone in their right mind, which clearly he is not, knows that nothing good will come of this! He claims he did it for me because she's my mother and she will be returned to the dungeon when she is healed. Why?? So she can just do it all over again?? She may be no witch like you, but she had that black magic book of yours once upon a time and I guarantee you she recalls every evil word inside of it and he knows this!! Which makes me wonder if she's done something to him again for him to be such an arse! I told him, by God's bones he will regret this and now I am being punished for swearing. Do you see now??"

"Alright, alright. Yes. I understand why you may think he has been cursed again, but I honestly think it is something else. Where is Stephane now?"

You were referring to the kiss Narcisse witnessed with the Marchwarden that you didn't feel Charles needed to know about. It wasn't planned. Haldir instigated it in a heated argument between you and him, with it understandably being over Stephane and your relations with him the night prior, something else the young warlock didn't need to be informed of.

"I last saw him go into the infirmary. I will not go see her! She will work some kind of magic on me to fee sorry for her. She is a liar with a black heart. Look what she had done to my sister, her own daughter who just had a child! She don't care about us. We are and always have been just a pawn in her twisted games."

"Speaking of Claude, how is she doing? Is tour father really going to banish her and the baby from here? I mean, like you said, your sister was taken advantage of by Catherine, used would be a better word. A pawn just as you said."

"He better not or I will go too! How can he keep the real evil here and let a young new mother go homeless??? All for me??? I don't want my mother in this castle, let alone anywhere near me!"

"I understand your frustrations, for I feel it too. We all do. I will do my bet and try to get through to Stephane, for I am the one he is upset with. I will try and make this right Charles. I am so sorry. I hope your punishment is nothing too severe??"

"Stable duty. Shoveling horse droppings. I might as well be cleaning a shitwell way in the city for the stables are just the same as any pissing alley I've had the unpleasantry of smelling. This should be my mother's duties!"

You and Lola had to both contain your giggles, for the affluent boy certainly did not find any of it amusing. So much so, that he was swearing again, the reason for his punishment in the first place, but you would never rat him out and Charles knew it.

"I agree but your father would never allow her near the horses again after what she put Arion through and I can not blame him for that."

Charles scoffed. "Well, I better be going. The shit isn't going to shovel itself. Oh...and before I forget, the bowman...Bard is it? He wishes a visit with you when you have some free time. I spoke with him and Haldir earlier in the dining hall who luckily kept my father and the elf from going to blows."

"Ugh, so much for their too good to be true truce...thank you Charles. Yes, his name is Bard. He arrived a few hours ago with a shipment and I've asked him to stay for the time being due to the threat of Harker. Speaking of...maybe you shouldn't be out in the stables right now. Stay inside and I will go speak my concerns to Stephane."

"Yes my lady. I like your plan better." he grinned and then smiled sweetly at Lola, his crush, and quickly departed.

As you neared the infirmary door, you could hear the squabbling muffles between the warlock lord and Catherine. Your heart came up into your throat at the thought of facing either of them, but mostly Stephane, for you didn't know how you were going to make him understand what he witnessed. You didn't even know how to handle things with Haldir for that matter because the kiss was rather intense, shaking up some buried feelings of the past that you had for the Lothlorien elf.

You had become caught in another web of your own spinning and didn't know how to get out of it. If Garrett were here, or could hear you...you would tell him the code between you to come take you away, just for a little while. Just say "the word", you imagined his voice saying. Those two little words that he asked you to say at Lestat's to get you away from Caroline after finding out your mother and Thranduil had past relations. You cringed all over again at the thought of that and what Caroline had done to Haldir as well. What hadn't the wicked vampire witch done to those you loved? You were glad she was gone.

With your acquired skills of great stealth, you slowly turned the door handle and cracked it open just enough to see inside and in your clear view was a very splenetic Stephane and in his blue eyed death glare path was a very cross Catherine, chained to a bed, giving back what Narcisse was dishing out.

"All I want is my son!!! You cannot keep him from me!" Catherine shouted in rage as she struggled against her iron shackles.

"He is MY son that YOU kept from me once or did you forget about that little tidbit?? I don't have to keep him from you. You have done a splendid job of alienating him all on your own with your wickedness. Look what you have done your daughter! I almost feel sorry for the young girl for falling victim to your evil and I may just offer her some mercy because she is very remorseful because unlike you I have a heart"

Catherine bellowed in sarcastic laughter. "A heart??? Is that what that little girl in there that you're fucking told you? You have no heart no more than I do if you want to get technical. Yours is as dead as the bloody vampire's that your Josephine is in love with, you blind fool!"

"Oh Catherine, none of this is even about Charles. You couldn't care less about him and would be the first to use him as your pawn just as you did Claude! You used him against his faux father all to inherit his fortune and look how that turned out for you. This is alllll about your jealousy."

Just when you wanted to hear the rest of the conversation, you heard voices at the end of the hall and you didn't want to be caught eavesdropping on the warlock lord of Dorwinion in is own castle, so you scurried off to hide around the corner and decided to wait until Stephane left so you could have some words with Catherine yourself about Garrett and what she had done to him. Stephane and Haldir too.

"Jealousy??? YOU speak to me of jealousy. HA! Do not forget what I know and what exists in regards to that knowledge. It has jealousy WRITTEN all over it. All I have to do is sing like a canary and your happy little playhouse will crash and burn!"

"And you know what will happen if you do that. All bets are off and you'll either be my dinner or Blaze's and you should pray that it is the Bengal tiger to do it, for he will not waste any time ripping you limb from limb. His hunger instinct for meaty blood will supersede his hatred for you where is the white tiger will drag your death out slowly, playing with you, taunting you, torturing you just like a cat does with their prey, for the only hunger he possesses in regards to you is of pure loathing. If you sing, you die."

"If you kill me, you will never know where that letter is. It is only a matter of time before your little Queen finds it and learns the truth that her King is alive and well, or at least was, could be really dead now for all we know and she will be more than curious to know how a letter to her from Thranduil, made it's way here while in his captivity with Jareth. I may find her despicable and quite the little whore but she is far from stupid. Can you imagine what she will do to you when she knows you kept something of such magnitude from her?? You'll be eating and choking on her dust while she goes to save her King. Oh my, and if he is now dead...well, I think you can see how much worse it will be for you when she could have had the chance to save him."

"ENOUGH!! Who's to say she won't think it was you who kept it from her out of spite?? I mean, YOU did hide the letter, not me. You cannot prove that I knew and who do you think she will believe?? This ends now. I will not be blackmailed by anyone let alone the likes of you! This has gone on for far too long. You will tell me where it is or face the consequences."

"No." Catherine simply said, infuriating Narcisse more, if that were even possible. "Go ahead, kill me, lock me up, gag me. Do what you will. Yes, you could easily slither your way out of it like the snake you are BUT... it all ends the same. Josie learns the truth and she will be a gone girl. But if you kill me, you are the one who will face the consequences of losing your son too. Eventually your fairytale will come to an end because you will never know where that incriminating letter is or when it will magically turn up....and believe me...it will"

"Then you leave me no choice. I will torture it out of you." he growled through his teeth and stormed out.

"YOU WILL NEVER KNOW!! I WILL TAKE IT TO MY GRAVE! DO YOU HEAR ME STEPHANE NARCISSE!!!!"

You gasped at the slamming of the door and planted your body flat against the wall around the corner as Narcisse zipped by, too pissed off to even notice your scent with his extremely keen nose. Although you hadn't heard all of their words, you certainly heard Catherine's last ones. What won't he ever know and what would she take to her grave?

Once the coast was clear, you tip toed to the door and used your magic to unlock it.

"Well now, look what the cat dragged in. I told you there was a rat problem did I not?? Find any in your bath lately?" Catherine snarked as she glared you down.

"I could say the same about you regarding Blaze. Your hair alone looks something of a rat's nest and...what on earth is that god awful smell?" you riposted with a crinkled nose at the dirtied and bloodied woman.

"It's a combination of horse droppings and tiger breath, but you knew that. Don't think for one minute I have forgotten your relishing of me locked up in that wooden wagon with that wretched beast. How dare you come in here to mock me once more!"

"How dare YOU to play the victim of putting yourself right where you are! You poisoned Haldir! and you placed black magic spells on Stephane and Garrett! And why?? All to hurt me when I had never done anything to you!!"

"Have you ever once considered that YOU are the cause of all of this tragedy!??"

"All was well here until YOU came along. Why couldn't you have just went back to where you came from?? I even offered you riches to do so but you couldn't do it. You just had to stay and take all that belonged to me! Even my son!! Tell me, are you spreading your legs for him too???"

"You are sick Catherine, beyond measure. Your jealousies and insecurities have gotten you where you are, not me! You're losing your son because he sees what you have become. I spoke to him earlier and he does not want you here. He's afraid of you. He warned me that nothing good will come of it. You're an embarrassment to him and to Claude! Even to yourself! Look at you!"

You grabbed a standing mirror and turned it to her. "You're pathetic Catherine and insane. Plunging your head into a wooden door all so you could make your way inside here where no one wants you! At least the tiger does."

"You vampire bitch!! If I get out of these restraints and I'll show you just how insane I am!!"

"Now now Catherine. I could end you with the twinkle of my nose so I'd watch your words. I'd watch your step too because if I had my way, i would do to you what Stephane should have done a very long time ago. If you EVER try to hurt anyone I love again, I will turn you into a shrew and lock you in a room with Merlin. TTFN!"

You shut the door behind you and then relocked it, then headed to find Stephane.

"Oh it may be ta ta for now little witch, but you and I will meet again and you will rue the day you ever crossed me." Catherine snarled.

You made your way to the dining hall which was the direction Narcisse had been headed, but he was nowhere to be found. Instead, you found Bard there where Charles had said he was, standing at and peering out the window, looking rather grim.

"Bard?? Is...everything alright?"

The bowman slowly turned around and smiled, which you knew was forced, for you had come to know him quite well.

"Ahhh, Queen Josephine. You are awake and feeling better now I see?"

"I am yes, and please...just call me Josie. There's no need to be formal, for I feel like no queen anymore. If anything, I am the one who should be formal by addressing you as you are, the King of Dale."

"Yes my lady..or Josie I..I mean." he softly replied, seemingly distracted as he glanced at the window again.

"Bard...something's happened? What...what is it? Where's Haldir? Charles said he was here and you had to do damage control once again between he and Stephane."

Bard turned back to you with a somber expression and could not look you in the eyes.

"Bard?? Tell me what's happened!"

"Lord Narcisse. He...he ordered Haldir to vacate his lands."

"WwwwwHAAT???!! Ok, no no no. Where is Haldir??? He..he wouldn't leave me. Not now. He never leaves me."

"I am sorry my lady. Haldir had no choice. He was escorted out by the guards about an hour ago and he...was not permitted to say goodbye."

"Oh my god, this is NOT happening!! He cannot be out there alone with Harker sniffing around! Did you see where Narcisse went?? I am going to give him a piece of..."

"My lady. Haldir...he asked me to tell you to let it be, for he will not be far. I assume he will go to the city, for as you said, he would not leave you."

"LET...IT...BE??? Oh I will NOT let it be! This is not acceptable. I don't care if this is his realm because this is horseshit!!"

"Josie...I have something for you."

Bard reached in his pocket and pulled out the life saving emerald pendant that Haldir had been wearing.

"He...asked me to give this to you. He said you you are the one meant to have it for what's to come."

Standing in wide eyed shock, you took the necklace into your hand.

"Why...Jesus, why would he take it off when he is out there alone?? He needs it more than I do. What am I supposed to do with it?? I don't even have the other runes or know where they are for that matter! Well, except my moonstone but...never mind."

You had to stop yourself, for you had secretly given it to Garrett to hide and no one, not even Bard could know it's whereabouts.

"Bard, I need to go find Stepha..."

A tumultuous commotion came from outside by the bay. As you ran to the window, a group of warlock guards were surrounding some small wooden boats that had arrived and then you saw a man being hoisted out and put on a cot, appearing to be injured. When the crowd parted to carry him through, you then saw Aragorn and Gimli climbing from the boats, looking like they had been through one hell of a storm.

"Oh my god! Aragorn!" you shouted and ran out with Bard quickly following.

You halted to watch the unconscious injured man be carried past you, covered in blood. A man of reddish hair that you had never seen before who was extremely pale and his injuries appeared to be quite severe.

"My lady!!" Aragorn shouted as he raced up to you. "We need your assistance quickly. Please. The man, he is my good friend. Will you heal him, for I cannot. He is dying."

"Of course! Take him to an empty room!" you commanded the guards.

You, the King of Dale and the King of Gondor followed them inside with Gimli remaining outside, which you thought was odd. Did Narcisse not welcome dwarves in Dorwinion?

"His name is Boromir." Aragorn informed you as they placed him on a bed and then exited.

"What happened to him? To all of you? Your clothes are torn to shreds and your arm, you're hurt too. Did Harker find you?"

"No. It was not him but someone of great similarity. Do not worry for me. It is just a scratch. We were attacked by orcs on our way here. Jareth's man made orcs, a breed like no other."

"Wait...Jareth? We..we heard of the dragon invasion on his kingdom. So he...he survived? and why...were you coming here??" you asked, still believing that Lestat was responsible for the fiery attack to avenge the loss of his fortress.

"Josie, respectfully, you know Jareth cannot be killed and..."

Aragorn had to choose his words wisely, for he knew he could not relay to you that Thranduil was alive. That was Legolas's decision.

"Jareth sent the orcs to track us, most likely in his revenge for the war at Lestat's. We were coming here because Boromir has imperative information for you."

"For me? but...I..I don't even know him?"

Boromir groaned and coughed, beginning to spit up blood.

"Oh my. Lay still. You're going to be alright. I promise." you told the man you now knew as Boromir and held his clammy hand, then took out the pendant with your other hand, kissed it so he would not lose his memories and then placed it upon his chest.

"I..I thought that only healed the dead?" Aragorn asked.

"It is for the dying as well and much faster and more reliable than my powers have been lately."

The emerald began it's ear piercing hum and shone it's blinding light. Boromir gasped and shook as his back arched up, then, just like that, he was healed.

His eyes fluttered open and his peachy skin tone returned as he exhaled deeply with incredulous relief, then he looked down at your hand holding his. With a soft smile, Boromir lifted his head and spoke.

"It is you. You are the one. I can see it now. The resemblance is uncanny."

"I..I'm sorry?"

"I...I need to tell you something. I.."

"I think you sir Boromir are a bit confused from shock and need to rest for now. We can speak soon ok? I promise."

He dropped his head back down and sighed with another smile.

"Yes my lady. I...I am rather exhausted."

"Very well then. Sleep now. When you awake, I will have fresh clothing brought to you and there is bath calling your name. Then we can speak over dinner?"

"And wine? I have been craving Dorwinion's finest for some time now and I sure could use a bottle or two."

You giggled. "Indeed. There will plenty to go round."

"Thank you...I thank you from the bottom of my heart. You are just as I have heard. Kind and compassionate. Just like Faramir."

"Faramir??"

"Josie...I don't mean to interrupt, but there is someone else waiting outside to see you." Aragorn said, forming a telling smile.

"Someone...else??"

"Go see for yourself."

Now you were extremely curious. Had Haldir said fuck it and came back?? Off you rushed to see, although your intuition was telling you, it was not the Marchwarden.

As you ran outside, you came to a screeching halt when you saw a vision that made your knees feel like they would buckle. There, by a waterfall, stood the platinum haired Prince, or King you believed him to be known as now...Legolas.

Your stunned expression then turned into a sweet smile as your eyes locked with the moonstone orbs of your Leggy.

No words were spoken during the long intense gaze as Legolas returned the sweet smile and then, he broke the silence with five simple words that you knew to be true.

"You knew I would come."

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Dead Boys Detectives - A Review...Almost

May contain spoilers. If you haven't watched it, don't read it!

Or do. I am not your mother! :P

Out on the 25th of April, inspired in the creation of Neil Gaiman and Matt Wagner for DC Comics, the "Dead Boy Detectives" were my company in the past 2 days. Made solely the now usual 8 episode, this Netflix show is oddly entertaining.

Surrounded with magic, love, friendships and cats, Edwin and his unalived friend, Charles, are the investigators one should look for if you have unfinished business while you're staying in the limbo.

Edwin "The Brain" Payne and Charles "The Brawn" Rowland are ghosts and to avoid their afterlives, they help others find their peace once and for all. Using some books and finding new truths, they go and save the day...with some help.

But we'll get back to that soon!

Let me go on and tell you what I thought about these two boys.

Starting with Edwin, I thought he was going to be a sad stereotype on a tormented gay man who lives an unrequited love and falls apart. However, this stereotype is almost broken with only his behavior towards other characters. Despite his love for Charles, he isn't encapsulated by it. He shows affection to Monty, who actually falls for the detective and the most satisfying moment of the show is how he bids farewell to Cat King. A kiss on the cheek, Edwin? How cheeky of you!

However, Edwin also behaves differently towards the girls. But the reasons are quite obvious. Crystal is a possible threat towards his relationship with Charles, Niko isn't. Then again, Crystal makes his constant search for knowledge almost irrelevant in some cases, while Niko questions him, looking for answers with him and comforts him. Possibly why Niko's death affected him so much, she was a big supporter of his methods and the one who would balance the ideas of everyone.

Not to mention, Niko is a delight!

Now, Charles probably a better character than what I expected, to be honest. I never expect much from the main characters, but sometimes I am surprised. This detective has another mission at his hands besides escaping Death's grip. He wants to fix his wrongs, prove himself and the world wrong.

Charles puts on the table some themes from the 80's that have been discussed before in Pop Culture, such as the conflict between Pakistan and India. Maybe it passed from our brains but in "Bohemian Rhapsody", we see a young Farrokh Bulsara - later known as the immortal Freddie Mercury - being called a "Paki", a slur often directed to Pakistan or South Asian descendants. Once again, we see it in the "Dead Boy Detectives", Charles being hated upon for being a South Asian descendant - probably from India, if memory does not fail me. Yet, if you look for the actual Charles Rowland from the DC Comics Universe, he isn't a South Asian boy, which surprised me a little, but in a positive way. It's not every day we get South Asian representations like these in our shows and they made it pretty amazingly. I am in no place to say anything on this matter, but from a white perspective, I thought it'd be worse.

On another note, something that pained me about Charles was how he passed and his life. I mean, obviously, it's death of a delight boy, how could it not hurt? But the cruelty and the solitude and suffering almost beats Edwin's death, in a way. Whatever Edwin suffered in Hell, Charles probably lived it. Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating, but you get me, right? The detective passed peacefully in his sleep, accompanied by his best friend, who stuck around until his last breath. How heartbreaking.

It truly pulled a string of my heart, but I'm sure you'll know what I mean once you watch the show.

Moving on! Crystal Palace was known for it's changing structure, that could be carried from city to city in order to hold the great exhibitions in England in the early 1800's.

Don't worry, I am not insane, because it'll make sense. Even more if I tell you that this amazing Palace burned down in London, in 1936. Which is the same city where we meet our dear psychic medium, Crystal Palace. A quirky girl at her prime, initially possessed by her demonic ex boyfriend - Ugh, always these guys - who stole her memory and left her clueless with two ghosts to deal with.

Her help became almost crucial to speed up some cases, but even I had to team up with Edwin on being skeptical on her. I mean, out of nowhere she joins and gets to help? I know you're dead, but at least get to know the girl. However, these doubts start to disappear as time goes by and we actually get to know her.

Trusting both her gut and the boys, Crystal shows us that she is more than just a medium, she is almost a diplomat who communicates and unites both the living and the dead. She is also constantly ready to find solutions and trinkets for any problem that my be ahead, which funny enough is one of Charles talents, to use his trinkets to fix problems. What a cute couple!

Delightful couple in fact! Crystal's understanding spirit is probably something that makes Charles love her more than just her "mint" body. After all, they rely on each other for support and affection from the very beginning, always trying to figure out and communicating what they are feeling, be it good or bad.

On the other hand, we learn that Crystal is more than just a medium. Her powers didn't come from David, but herself. It was almost rewarding to learn that it wasn't just a demon, but Crystal that was powerful. Plus, it was passed to her by her ancestors. So could she actually be a witch? Would she be a divine creature? We should stick around and find out. Or maybe... investigate?

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Goodness, I wrote so much and I only spoke about 3 characters! I'm probably going to divide this and keep going in the next post. So, maybeee, you should stick around and see what I have to say about Niko. Or Jenny. Or Esther. Or Cat King! If you guys want, you can help me pick and everything! I promise to bring you much better thoughts on them!

Until then, stay safe, drink water, eat and rest! With all my love, Yours Truly

#dead boy detectives #reviewiguess #writing

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f1-birb · 2 years

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I don't know if you still do these but:

Charlando and struggling?

I always am!

They've all seen the toll the season has taken on Charles, they'd be blind not to.

Between the pressure and fans' expectations, the strategy blunders, car failures, and his own mistakes he can admit he's made, that cursed nickname hangs around his neck heavier than ever.

Charles is grateful when the season finishes, grateful when it's all over and he can slink away for the few months of winter break. Sure there's post-season testing and meetings and debriefs and award ceremonies, the list never ending, but he's free. At least for a little while. And yet, he can't help but feel like he's still drowning.

He's been back in Monaco for two days when there's a knock on his door. He locks his phone, a small smile still on his face from his last text from Lando. His boyfriend is still swept up in the chaos McLaren drag him through, and Charles knows how much Lando's pushed down his feelings about it all, how much he's just put his head down and cracked on with it without a word, all while putting on a brave face and doing his best.

There's another knock on the door, louder, more purposeful, and Charles hurries over to answer it with a roll of his eyes. He really doesn't want to deal with anything right now, tired and ready for a break, ready to count down the days until Lando can escape and join him away from the stress and media circus their chosen careers bring. He's hoping it's no one he knows either, the handful of drivers who also live in Monaco not deciding to visit without telling him.

He looks like shit. His hair's a mess, his eyes are ringed by the lovely shade of sleep deprivation, and his outfit is a far cry from his usually more put together attempts. His ragged bunny slippers Seb bought him as a joke have seen better days, and he's pretty sure he's not wearing matching socks either.

He takes a moment to run his hands through his hair, checking the mirror by the door and cursing in a rapid flurry of French and Italian when the person knocks for a third time. He yanks the door open, ready to snap when he catches eyes the perfect blend of blue and green.

"Lando." He breathes his boyfriend's name, and he watches the way Lando's ears lift slightly as he grins.

"Surprise?" It's cheeky and sheepish and music to his ears.

He drags Lando into the apartment, slamming the door shut and hauling the younger man into a warm embrace, tucking his nose and suddenly wet eyes against Lando's neck. He presses a kiss to the warm patch of skin he can reach, and he squeezes tighter when Lando sniffles.

send a ship and word prompt if you want to :3

#drabble fic #charlando #charles/lando #birb writes

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leclerqued · 1 year

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F1 gifmaker ask game ❣️ tagged by the wonderful @mickbetsch, @leclercpiastri and @iguessricciardo, thank you all for the tag, it means so much!

1. which drivers do you mainly make gifs for? Charles, Daniel and Lewis. They're my Holy Trinity <3

2. out of the above (if more than 1), who’s your fav to make gifs for and why? Ah, that's a tricky one. It really depends on what I want to gif, because I do it rarely and just whenever something really triggers my creativity. I don't think I have a favorite one.

3. link the fav gif set you’ve made and tell me a lil about it I actually have three, because I don't gif a lot and I don't post stuff unless I'm really comfortable with what I've created. The first one is a Lewis gifset and I like the fact that it's very simple and I think I've captured the beauty of this man. The second one is a gifset that I made for @c2stan-main for The Chircus Secret Santa, and it's supposed to mimick the journaling/scrapbook experience. The third one is a gifset I made after Abu Dhabi 2021, when we were uncertain about the future of Lewis in F1 and I just wanted to remind everyone of how powerful this man is.

4. link your fav gif set from another creator another tricky one! ahhh so difficult to choose. I stored some under my "fave" tag, tho.

this by the amazing @iguessricciardo who's doing the lord's work by giffing every Dan's moment;

this by the super talented @leqclerc who never fails to deliver stunning gifsets

this made by @overtake, it's amazing and I wish I had such a cool idea.

this work by @brawn-gp, the coloring is wonderful + the slowmo is *chef's kiss*

these are just a few, I can't really link all of the wonderful works made by the F1blr gifmakers, but I won't stop telling y'all how happy I am to see your creativity.

5. off the top of your head!! tell me about the most memorable tag you've received recently ah, joke's on me for not posting anything recently, but I always tear up whenever someone tells me I made a good job with the coloring or the typography.

6. which f1 media source (post race interviews, sf full accesses, no brakes, sharl’s vlogs, tiktoks, etc) is your fav to make gifs from? whichever has the best quality tbh, but mostly content posted by the original Formula 1 channel. I have giffed some moments from no brakes and charles' vlogs, tho :P

7. tag someone else!! I apologize in advance if I'm tagging people who already have been tagged x) @brawn-gp @cloudiness @yesloulou @il-predestinato @princemick @livetogether--diealone @countingstars-17 and anyone who sees this, really!!

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Rise Like A Phoenix - Chapter Three

Pairing - Jenson Button x Reader + Charles Leclerc x Reader + Daniel Ricciardo x Reader

Word Count - 1994

Content Warning - Swearing, unprotected sex, violence and torture mention

Synopsis - When a German agent goes missing investigating a diplomat’s disappearance, you are asked to take the case as your old adversary is revealed to be the one to blame. However, you soon find out that you will not be working alone, and will have to complete your mission with the help of agent Charles Leclerc.

Author’s Note - And here it is, as promised, you probably read the content warnings and saw that second tag so you know what’s coming! This fic actually started out way back in November when @carsgonyoom and I were talking about the lack of Jenson fic, so this is for you bestie ♥︎

Chapter Three - You Know I Don’t Like Goodbyes

Jenson closes the door behind you and twists the lock, leaving you protected from the prying eyes of the outside world. You take that as your cue to sit on top of his old wooden desk, making sure to avoid the cactus which had caused you an injury during heated moments with your boss more times than you could count.

“You really are a brat, aren’t you (y/n)?” Jenson says, sauntering over to you, placing his hands on your knees to open your legs so that he could slot himself between them.

“But that’s why you like me.” You tease, running your hand down Jenson’s chest and toying at the waistband of his suit pants, aiming to set free the hem of his immaculately pressed white shirt that was meticulously tucked away.

“You’re a little brat who doesn’t like to do what she’s told. Even by her superiors. You might be able to control that little Monegasque boy, but you can’t control me.” Jenson says, one hand finding your neck while the other dives beneath the hem of your pencil skirt.

“Oh really? Considering the amount of times I’ve had you on your knees begging for me. Begging to let you put your cock in me, I think I’m the one who has the power here.” You say, fiddling with Jenson’s leather belt, waiting for the invitation to remove the accessory.

Jenson’s hands touch your own, encouraging your movements to unbuckle the belt and unzip his fitted grey suit pants, which concealed his growing erection. His hips buck into your touch as he is exposed, and a soft moan escapes his lips, desperate to feel your delicate fingers against his sensitive cock. You chuckle, noting how eager he was for you as your hand gently caresses his shaft. He was truly under your spell, and would do anything you asked in search of release.

“It might be a while till we see each other again, you know? And surrounded by all those gorgeous rich men in Monaco, they might turn your head and you’ll forget all about me. So I wanna make sure you have something to remember me by, something to make you come back to me.” Jenson says, his hands snaking around your waist, travelling down to caress your ass over your skirt.

“Enough talk, you know I don’t like goodbyes. Just fuck me so good I don’t ever want another man to touch me the way you do.” You say, wrapping your arms around Jenson’s neck, pulling his face towards your own and allowing him to connect your lips in a filthy kiss.

“You could never be content having just one man in your life, (y/n).” Jenson says, and you chuckle. He knew you far too well.

Jenson’s hands wander down your thighs, reaching for the hem of your skirt which he pushes up to your waist to reveal your already soaked black panties. He groans at the sight of your wetness, and eager to not waste any more time, pushes the wet fabric to the side and lines himself up with your entrance.

As he pushes into you, one of your hands leaves his neck to grip the side of the desk to keep your balance. You throw your head back as you become accustomed once again to the feeling of fullness.

Despite your reluctance to be tied down, you knew for sure that no one had ever fucked you the way your boss did.

Sure, you liked to sleep around, sometimes with guys you had met at bars, sometimes with guys you’d encountered during a case, and one-too-many times you’d found yourself in the bed of a co-worker, but you always found your way back to Jenson. Why? Because he was the best at pleasuring you. He knew your body, he knew what you liked, and what you didn’t. He knew how to make your body shiver with pleasure, to make your toes curl and knees tremble. But most importantly, he knew how to make you cum so hard that you forgot about everything that wasn’t him. When the office door was locked, it was just you and him in the world, and pleasure was the only important thing.

Your hand tugs on his shirt collar while the other is maintaining its white-knuckled grip on the desk as he thrusts into you, small moans and groans escaping his lips as he fucks you slowly. Jenson wasn’t a greedy lover, he knew how to take his time, to slowly build and build until you are both on the edge of release.

His hands find your waist, holding you steady against the desk in a vice-like grip that was sure to leave two thumb-shaped bruises beneath your shirt. If anything, the sensation of his hands squeezing you tight only added to the pleasure building within your core as he slowly picks up the pace.

A moan escapes your lips as Jenson adjusts his angle, hitting your sweet spot that only he ever knew how to hit, over and over again until you found yourself on the brink of orgasm. You snake your hand up to grab the tufts of hair that tickled his neck, pulling his face closer to yours so that your lips were practically touching.

“Fuck Jenson.” You moan, your lips ghosting his ever so slightly, urging him to claim yours in a kiss. He grazes your bottom lip with his teeth as he pulls away and you moan, your head falling back once again to expose your neck to him.

Almost instantly, Jenson’s lips find the soft skin of your neck, and he begins to kiss from your jawline to your collarbone, occasionally stopping to pay special attention particular spot, biting and sucking at the previously pristine flesh. You chuckle at the sensation of his lips on your skin, and he feels the vibrations of your voice against his lips, urging him on further in claiming every inch of your exposed neckline.

Jenson’s thrusts become more and more sloppy as his lips disconnect from your neck. His hands travel up your body, from your waist, up your sides, across your breasts, finally settling around your shoulders, pulling your body even further into him.

A final low moan falls from his lips and you feel as he cums inside you, filling you up with his seed. He fucks you through his orgasm, and you soon reach your own release. The sensation rips through your body like a tsunami, and you lose your grip on the desk as your arms fall limp, wave after wave of pleasure running through you. But Jenson’s grip on your shoulders, and his toned body sitting flush with yours keeps your steady against the desk.

“I’m going to miss this. Miss you.” He says through shallow, exhausted breaths. His arms wrap around your neck and pull your upper body closer to his own. Your head falls onto his shoulder, your ear pressed against his neck gently as you were still weak from your release.

“I’m coming back, you know.” You say, your voice barely above a whisper - it was all you could muster in that moment.

“I know, I know, I just miss you when you’re away, and sometimes I worry-” He says, stopping himself as he realises he doesn’t want to finish his sentence, almost as if saying it would make it come true.

“You don’t need to worry about me. I’m capable, and you said it yourself, I’m the best agent you’ve got. I’m coming back, and when I do, you’re taking me for dinner, and afterwards you’re going to fuck me in some classy hotel room and I’m going to cum so hard and so loud the whole of London will hear me.” You say, and Jenson chuckles.

“It’s a date.” He says, and you pull your body away from his, having finally recovered your strength.

Jenson finally pulls out of you, and you instantly feel his cum dripping out of you and down your thighs as you pull your skirt down and neaten your appearance as if nothing had even happened.

As you run your hands through your hair, you hear a knock at the door - a rhythmic knock you recognise as belonging to George - he’s your only colleague who was always polite enough to knock before trying the door first.

“Enter” Jenson shouts as he tucks his shirt back into his suit pants. He takes a seat at his desk and you claim the seat opposite him.

“Oh, um, this makes things easier for me, I was just on my way to see you after Mr. Button, (y/n), there’s a cab waiting outside to take you to the airport. Charles is already down there and he’s rather eager to get going it seems.” George says, glancing between the two of you. It seems you weren’t quite as subtle as you’d thought, and your brows knit together as you wonder why George looks so awkward.

“Okay, great. Do you have anything for me, George?” You ask, standing from your seat and allowing Jenson’s cum to continue leaking down your thighs.

“Yes, yes, in this case you’ll find everything you need. The usuals, and a little something new I’ve been working on. Do contact me if you need any help with anything, but I’ll be in contact once you’ve reached the plane anyway.” George stutters out, struggling to keep eye contact with you as his eyes flash down towards your neck and back to your eyes inadvertently.

“Amazing as always George.” You say, taking the case and opening it to see your usual pistol, ammunition, watch and pen, in addition to some neatly packed silver boxes. “And the car?”

“It’s all ready and waiting in Monte Carlo.” George says.

“Good, good. Well then gentlemen, Monaco awaits.” You say, walking over to the doorframe, stopping to give Jenson a reassuring glance before leaving to room, stepping past George and walking down the corridor, your heels clicking against the marble tiles.

As you reach the lobby of the MI6 building, you catch a glance of yourself in the mirrors and realise just what George was staring at. Jenson had not been as discrete as he usually was, having left behind a collection of small red love bites on your neck, far above the coverage of the collar of your shirt. You shake your head and roll your eyes, before walking over to the doors of the building you wouldn’t return to for the foreseeable future.

Every time you leave the MI6 building on a mission, you always feel a twang of sadness, because despite your confidence in reassuring Jenson that you would be back soon, you didn’t really believe it yourself. This time, more than ever, you were filled with worry. Edmund Fortescue was the most despicable man you had ever encountered, and as you wanted nothing more than to put a bullet in his head the first moment you see him, you knew he would be thinking the same.

There was no doubt, that somehow, Fortescue already knew that you were on the case. He had spies everywhere, his empire was built on information - he could topple whole governments with words and whispers of the things he knew. He was probably already sat in some lavish hotel room waiting for you to step foot in Monte Carlo, and preparing the perfect moment to capture you and bring you back to the life of misery you had once led. Compared to what you had previously endured, a bullet to the head would feel like a mercy.

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#Rise like a phoenix f1 #F1 x reader #f1 x you #daniel ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo x you #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x you #jenson button x reader #jenson button x you

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parcoeurs · 2 years

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2020 Italian GP - Mario Renzi, Dan Istitene

#pierre gasly #charles leclerc #pc #pg10 #cl16 #1016 #pierre/charles greatest hits edit tour continues #never has one man wanted to kiss another man more than charles in this moment #wag au

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wimbledon2008 · 3 years

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top 5 canon damen moments

1. "You're better than I am." Damen couldn't help his amused breath of reaction to that, or the long, scrolling look from Laurent's head to his toes and back again, which was probably a little insulting. But really.

He's such a dickkkk alsjdjisjd I'm completely obsessed with him. He says and does so many drop dead funny things, especially in book one, it was nearly impossible to narrow this down to only five moments.

2. Damen, seeing Laurent in the horse's path, appraising the situation like a mathematical problem, took a handful of the fabric at the back of Laurent's jacket and pulled him hard out of the way.

The mental image of Damen effortlessly yanking Laurent around like a kitten by the scruff of its neck has provided me endless delight. And the offhand competence too.....chef kiss. Sexy.

3. More sound on the stairs, the clatter of several urgent footsteps. Jord turned. Guymar and another of the soldiers were coming to the section he had ordered cleared. Damen passed a hand over his face. Everyone in the fort was coming to the section he had ordered cleared.

Please he just wants to kiss his man some more but people keep coming to the section he had ordered cleared!!!!

4. Lazar, emerging from under the wagon with a smudge on his cheek, pronounced it a broken axel. Damen, who as a prince of the blood did not excel at wagon repairs, nodded knowledgeably, and ordered his men to fix it.

I would never ever suggest that Damen is dumb because he's not but him pretending to know more than he does just to preserve his dignity. DUMB!!!!!

5. The guard turned towards the Akielon voice, and Lamen smiled at him, an easy smile full of his good nature, his tousled curls, and the relaxed temperament of his southern Akielon birth. He had a dimple in his left cheek. Charls watched the guard unwinch a fraction.

I owe Pacat a lifetime of fruit baskets for choosing to include this, the most important passage in all the books, in The Adventures of Charls. An outsider POV on Damen was so necessary and validating. Like shit, maybe I'm in love with him too.

(I am.)

#DAMIANOS!!!!!#MY FAVORITE FICTIONAL CHARACTER OF ALL TIME #he's perfect #captive prince #just my brief exposure to the books while looking for quotes has sent me spiraling head over ass again #capri truly has me in a permanent chokehold #answered #floralentropy

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jeyramarie · 2 years

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the princess and the debutant- Florence Pugh x Reader (Bridgerton AU) Part 8

summary: there is nothing better than shouting ‘i love you’ in the middle of an argument...

wc: 4,782

warnings: angst, kissing, fluff

a/n: oh my my.. sorry for the long wait guys 🥲 i had to study for my final which i took today and i got a perfect score!! 😭but anyway, this is the longest part of the fic (for now) and honestly, this is my favorite part so far. I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it 🥲

lmk if you wanna be tagged, feedback is appreciated and happy reading 🦋

part 1~ part 2~ part 3~ part 4~ part 5~ part 6~ part 7~

The next morning, Lady Johnson awoke in joy hoping to spend the day with her daughter to plan her engagement ball. Which explains why the house was filled with flowers when Y/n walked down the stairs into the parlor. Maids walked around the room, moving flower arrangements in and out of the room.

“Good morning, my darling!” Lady Johnson exclaimed after seeing the diamond standing by the door.

“Good morning, mama.” She smiled walking towards her mother. “What is happening here?”

“The florist was kind enough to bring over a few choices for the ball.” The lady said, running her fingers over the red roses.

“They all look beautiful, mama.” The diamond smiled as she looked around. “May I be excused? I have to speak to Ella and I believe she’s in the kitchen at the moment.”

“Oh, yes, darling.”

Y/n turned and walked towards the stairs that led down to the kitchen. She arrived at the crowded room and stopped before looking around for the girl who was responsible for saving her relationship with the Princess.

“Do you need something, my Lady?” Angelo, the cook, asked as he saw the diamond standing in the kitchen looking around.

“Is Ella around?”

“No, my Lady. We haven’t seen her all morning.” He shook his head.

“Alright, thank you.” Y/n nodded. “If any of you do see her, can you let her know that I’m searching for her? I wish to talk to her.”

Everyone nodded their heads and slowly returned to their work as the diamond muttered a quick ‘thank you’ before going back up the stairs. Her head was all over the place. It would drift to the letter, to Charles, to the ball, to Florence. Y/n was beginning to feel anxious and it got a bit more intense when she walked into the flower filled parlor.

It made her think about Florence’s possible reaction to the engagement. Maybe the blonde would never want to see her again or hear from her again. All those beautiful moments together would become nothing but a memory.

“Y/n?” Lady Johnson spoke, breaking her daughter out of her trance. “Darling… is everything alright?”

“My apologies, mama. I was just thinking about all of this.” Y/n replied with a nervous laughter.

“Alright well, white or yellow tulips?” The woman asked, turning to face the flowers.

“Yellow.” The diamond replied with a small smile as her mother nodded. Lady Johnson later called for another maid to display the napkins and wine glasses on the dining table.

They moved out of the parlor and into the dining room to see different colored napkins accompanied by silver and gold cutlery. They were laid next to fine china with different patterns and colors. Lady Johnson and Miss Y/n walked around the table, staring at every item. The diamond became a bit excited for the ball but it was only because she imagined it to be her engagement with Florence.

She daydreamed of the moment the blonde would propose and what ring she would have used to pop the question. Y/n pictured the proposal in the greenhouse, during sunset, just the two of them with no worry in the world. Sadly, that wasn’t the case. She was about to marry a man who she has never liked and only wants her for her money.

“Darling, which one will it be?” Lady Johnson asked, breaking her daughter out of her trance. She was about to answer when Ella came rushing into the room, out of breath.

“My apologies, my Lady.” She said as she curtsy.

“I really like the green and gold one, mama.” Y/n replied to her mother before turning to the maid. “I have to speak to Ella for a moment, excuse me.”

Ella walked out to the hall as the diamond followed close behind. Luckily, the halls were empty at the moment which made it safe to speak about the letter.

“Where have you been all morning?” The diamond whispered.

“I was following the mailman, my Lady.” Ella lied as she gave Y/n a pretend worried eyes. “He had forgotten your letter and I wanted to make sure he had it.”

“Of course.” Y/n muttered and took a deep breath. “Thank you for your help, Ella.”

“It’s no problem, my Lady.” The maid curtsy before walking down the hall to the kitchen stairs. Her face sported a wide devilish smirk as she remembered how accomplished she felt when she took the letter to Charles, the man she loved.

The diamond returned to her mother in the dining room to see the maids clearing out the table, leaving the sage green napkins with the golden cutlery and the white and gold plates. Lady Johnson ordered for the wine glasses to be brought out so they could continue with the rest of the decoration.

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The next two days went by slowly. Y/n waited for a response from the Princess but she never got it. It made the diamond believe that the silence was Florence’s reply to all of it. She probably hates me, Y/n thought to herself as she stood in front of the mirror while Ella tightened her corset. The diamond sported a frown as her eyes began to water at the thought of the blonde ignoring her tonight but luckily Miss Maryann was to attend.

“Is everything alright, my Lady?” Ella questioned, looking at the girl through the mirror.

“Yes, I’m alright.” Y/n muttered and stared at the maid in the mirror. “Just a bit nervous..”

“It will be alright.” The maid tried to encourage as she nodded her head with a smile. “Perhaps seeing Lord Deighton will help with the nerves.”

“Perhaps it might.” The diamond nodded. “Thank you, Ella.”

“There’s no problem, my Lady.” She smiled and stepped away. “You are all ready, I will inform Lady Johnson downstairs.”

Y/n nodded as she stared at herself in the mirror until the sound of the door closing made her look away. She turned around and walked over to the window, opening it to let the fresh air inside. Memories came flooding back, from one of the nights Y/n had stayed in the castle. One night where Florence had snuck into her room in the middle of the night and made out with the window wide open as the moonlight shone on them.

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The second Y/n arrived at the bottom of the steps, Charles stood there with an extended hand. The diamond placed her hand on his and the main doors opened to reveal the Queen and Princess. The world seemed to stop for them as their eyes connected. Everyone else around them curtsy as Y/n stood still, never parting her eyes away from the blonde who was walking towards her.

“Lord Deighton, Miss Johnson.” The Queen began as she stepped closer to them. “I was delighted to hear about your engagement. Congratulations.”

“Thank you, Your Majesty.” Charles bowed his head and patted over Y/n’s hand. “We are truly happy for this new moment in our lives… right?”

The diamond’s eyes drifted to the ground as her anxiety began to grow, little by little. Her mind was clouded with bad outcomes and worry as her hands began to shake. Lord Johnson knew his daughter perfectly well so he placed his hand on her back to break her out of her thoughts.

“Darling?” He asked sweetly, causing Y/n to look at him with tearful eyes. “Are you alright?”

“Oh um… yes. Yes.” The diamond nodded and turned to the Queen before she curtsy. “We are truly happy, yes..”

“I am very delighted to hear that.” She nodded and excused herself, walking towards the ballroom as Florence stared at Y/n for a bit longer. Her green eyes filled with tears and her lips turned to a subtle frown before she followed her aunt, leaving the diamond with growing anxiety.

“We should move to the other roo-”

“Oh wait!” Y/n shouted, trying to quickly think of an excuse. “I have left my bracelet in my room, I must fetch it. I will be back in a moment, you shall go ahead.”

She turned around and went up the stairs as Charles walked into the ballroom alone with a smirk, perfectly knowing why the diamond had left so quickly. Maryann stood by the doors, waiting for her friend but was quickly confused when she noticed Lord Deighton walk in by himself. She excused herself from her fiancé and walked towards Charles, tapping his shoulder.

“Miss Addington, what a pleasure to see you here.” He greeted her, bowing his head.

“Where is Y/n?” She asked, feeling worried.

“One of her bracelets was left in her room and she went to fetch it.”

“Thank you, my Lord.” Maryann curtsy before walking out of the ballroom and up the stairs, in search of her friend.

The door to her room was slightly open, making Miss Addington push the door slowly. She looked around but found it to be empty.

“Y/n?” She called out, walking down the hall.

Suddenly, a loud thump was heard from the library as if something must’ve fallen. Maryann ran towards the room and opened the door to see her best friend crying with shaky hands. One of her hands was laid on her chest and the other behind her neck as she tried to calm herself down. Miss Addington, being the good friend she is, immediately ran towards Y/n, engulfing her in a hug.

“What is the matter?”

“She hates me.” The diamond sobbed. “She hates me.”

“I am sure the Princess does not hate you.” Maryann whispered, immediately understanding who her friend spoke about.

“She was about to cry, Maryann.” Y/n sniffled parting from her friend. “I saw it in her eyes… sadness. I caused that! And I will never forgive myself for it!”

“I am sure she is willing to forgive you.” She began but the diamond stood up, pacing back and forth in the room.

Her breathing became uneasy as she began to hyperventilate. Y/n held her chest, feeling her heart beating fast as her hands continued to shake. This made Maryann nervous, seeing as her friend crumbled and got worse every passing second.

“Y/n, you have to try and be calm.” She said, holding her arms. “Try and breathe.”

The diamond could not seem to calm as she got more nervous at the feeling of her heart beating abnormally fast. Anxiety coursed through her as she immediately thought that there was something wrong. Am I dying?, she thought to herself as she saw Maryann running out of the room.

The girl raced down the stairs but quickly gathered herself before entering the ballroom again. She didn’t want to raise any suspicion so she subtly made her way towards the Princess, curtsying in front of her.

“Your Majesty, I am so glad you could attend.” Maryann smiled nervously, noticing how the Queen was staring at her.

“It is a joyous occasion after all.” Florence nodded and looked down at her hands. The Queen turned to the orchestra, giving Maryann the chance to step closer to the blonde.

“There’s something wrong with Y/n.” She whispered, making Florence look up at her immediately. “She is in the library completely hysterical, I-I didn’t know who else to inform..”

“What’s wrong?”

“She’s crying and shaking and she can’t breathe right… I believe you’re the only person who can calm her down.” Maryann said in hope. “Please… go to her… quick.”

The girl curtsy and walks away to find her husband, trying to avoid Charles. The blonde looked at her aunt and down at her hands, trying to think of a way to leave the ballroom unnoticed. Lucky for her, a new song began to play, causing many people to grab their partners and walk towards the middle of the room.

Due to the commotion, Florence took this as an opportunity to slide away from her Aunt’s side and walk quickly around the edge of the ballroom. She grabbed her skirt and ran out of the room, making her way towards the stairs. In a matter of seconds, she stood in the hallway, nervous for what she was about to see.

The blonde stood in front of the library door and placed her hand on the doorknob, slowly turning it to see the love of her life. Y/n continued to pace back and forth while she cried with her hand on her chest.

“Y/n..” The Princess whispered, making the diamond stop and turn her head to the door. The second their eyes connected, she let out a loud sob and her legs turned to jelly.

Florence quickly ran inside, closing the door before wrapping her arms around Y/n.

“Love, please, you have to breathe.” The blonde whispered, moving her hands to cup the diamond’s face. “I am right here and I am not going anywhere.”

“Please forgive me.” Y/n whimpered. “I do not wish to get married… I would never want anyone else but you. I tried to explain it all in the letter and I-“

“Letter?” Florence cut her off, staring in confusion. “What letter?”

“I-I sent you a letter explaining everything about the engagement and Charles..” The diamond said in confusion. “He only wishes to marry for my family’s fortune and he… he saw us kissing.”

“What?”

“I am completely trapped in this marriage…” Y/n cried again. “But just know that it is certainly not because I do not wish to be with you. On the contrary, I am doing this so I could have time with you.”

The diamond began to cry again, making the Princess pull her into a hug. The blonde felt Y/n’s hands shaking and pulling out of the hug, she grabbed her hands and pulled them up to her lips. Florence stood there, in front of Y/n, kissing her hands before cupping her cheeks again.

“Breathe slowly, my love.” The Princess whispered, wiping the diamond’s tears away. “I am right here, not leaving your side.”

Y/n grabbed the blonde’s wrists, slowly starting to regulate her breathing. Their foreheads came together as the last tears rolled down her cheeks while Florence remained holding her. The room was filled with silence as the diamond finally calmed completely. She parted and stared at the Princess before stepping forward, immediately connecting their lips together in a soft peck.

“Y/n, are you-” Someone said, opening the door, causing the girls to part from the kiss. It was Lord Johnson. He stared in shock before muttering “My apologies.”

“Father.” The diamond started but the man walked out of the room quickly, making her anxiety creep up again. She turned to Florence one last time, seeing the blonde stand there in shock before running out of the library to chase after her father. “Father, wait! Please.”

The man continued to walk a bit further, until he turned around to see his daughter in tears. He stood there quiet, nostrils flaring as he took deep breaths, trying to calm himself down.

“Father, I-”

“Do not say a word, Y/n.” Lord Johnson cut her off and took a deep breath. “How long?”

“Ever since I began to stay in the castle.” She whispered and sniffled as his father scoffed in realization.

“I knew there was something odd about that.” He shook his head. “I told your mother about it and you know what she said? She told me to never question the Queen’s intentions, except they were not coming from the Queen. They were coming from the Princess!”

“I’m sorry, papa.” The diamond sobbed, grabbing his arm. “Please, just listen-”

“I have to tell your mother.”

“No! Please, no!” She shouted, pulling on his arm. “I love her!”

Lord Johnson stopped and turned to his daughter who stared at him with begging eyes as tears streamed down her face. Her hands were shaking in desperation, feeling scared at the thought of what could possibly happen. Suddenly, footsteps were heard coming down the hall, making the man look behind his daughter to see the blonde Princess wiping her tears away.

“Your Majesty, I apologize for-”

“It’s alright.” Florence cut him off, standing next to the diamond. “I understand you were stunned… with what you encountered.”

“Papa, please listen to me.” Y/n begged again as a sob erupted from her throat. “Charles is not the man you think he is.”

“My lord…” Florence began stepping forward. “You must listen to her… it’s very important.”

Lord Johnson stared at his daughter and nodded, silently telling her to start. Y/n began to explain what Charles had told her, what his intentions were, absolutely everything. Part of her felt scared for the possible reaction her father would have but she also felt relieved, as if a thousand pounds had been lifted off her shoulders.

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The following morning, Y/n was asked to go to the castle along with her mother to discuss the wedding. Luckily, Charles was not to attend, making her less nervous about it. The carriage ride was a bit quiet even though it mostly consisted of Lady Johnson asking questions while the diamond just muttered ‘yes’ or ‘no’.

They both arrived and were greeted by Weasley who led them to the parlor where the Queen sat drinking her tea. Y/n immediately noticed that Florence wasn’t around. She resisted the urge to ask for her, not wanting to sound desperate.

“The florists were wondering what colors you would prefer.” Queen Charlotte said, putting down her tea cup.

“I would love violet.” Y/n answered and she nodded with a soft smile. “It somehow resembles summer.”

“I agree.” Lady Johnson nodded. “Violet sounds delightful.”

“It does.” The Queen agreed. “Now we can move on to the center pie-“

“Your Majesty.” Weasley interrupted. “Princess Florence.”

The blonde walked in, causing Lady Johnson and Y/n to stand up and curtsy. The diamond’s eyes connected with the Princess’ as she made her way towards her aunt.

“Darling, where have you been?”

“I was just in the drawing room.” The Princess smiled and stared at the diamond before turning back to her aunt. “I received a letter from Mama… she wishes for me to return to Oxford immediately.”

“Oh dear, how long?” The Queen asked, turning to the blonde.

“A month… perhaps even more.” She replied fidgeting with her fingers as she felt Y/n’s eyes on her.

“You are returning to Oxford?” The diamond asked in disbelief. “But.. the wedding is in two weeks.”

“Well darling, no offense to Her Majesty, but you do not need her present to get married.” Lady Johnson said, placing one hand on her daughter’s shoulder.

“I would just like for my friend to be there..” Y/n replied as her tears got watery. “That’s all.”

“I am sure you ladies can gossip about it once Florence returns from her travels.” Queen Charlotte smiled before standing up. “Now we must move to the dining hall, the seamstress is waiting.”

“I would like to finish my tea.” The diamond said shakingly. “If that’s alright.”

“Of course, darling.” Lady Johnson nodded before walking out after the Queen, leaving Y/n and Florence alone.

“Are you truly leaving that long?” The diamond asked, staring at the ground and back up at the blonde.

“It seems like it, yes.” The Princess replied, fidgeting with her diamond bracelet.

“You cannot leave.”

“I must.”

“I cannot do this without you, Florence.” Y/n muttered as tears ran down her face.

“I must leave.” The blonde answered sternly.

“Why?” The diamond question, slowly raising her voice. “Last time we spoke about your mother you clearly expressed your dislike towards her.”

“I cannot sit and watch you get married to someone else..” The Princess blurted out, stepping closer to the girl to whisper “Someone who is not me.”

Y/n stood in front of the blonde and cupped her face, looking into her dreamy green orbs as she wiped the tears off her cheeks. Florence grabbed the diamond’s wrist, rubbing her thumbs over her skin, causing her tears to come to halt.

“Please…” She whispered. “Don’t leave..”

“I must.. I- I cannot watch you with him any longer.” The blonde muttered as she sniffled before getting out of Y/n’s grasps. She ran towards the door and went outside, ordering for her horse to be brought.

The diamond, on the other hand, stood in the parlor and took a deep breath before walking to the dining hall where her mother and the Queen stood. It took everything in her to not run after her but she couldn’t risk everything at the moment. Especially not in the castle.

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They were finished with wedding preparations at noon, giving Y/n the perfect excuse to stay in the castle a bit longer. Upon questions from her mother and the Queen, she replied with a silly excuse about wanting to spend a girls night with the Princess before she left for Oxford. Lady Johnson believed it, along with the Queen.

Y/n stood outside, waving as her mother’s carriage rode away into the distance before asking one of the servants to fetch her a horse. Florence had been gone for a while and the diamond had a very clear idea on where she could be. The greenhouse. The sun was setting as the horse galloped faster through the fields until the glass building came into view. The blonde’s horse remained outside, drinking some water while Y/n approached. She got off the horse and tied it next to the other before slowly walking into the greenhouse.

“Florence?” Y/n called out. “Florence, are you here?!”

“I’m here!” The blonde replied, coming into view. She stood at the other end of the house, in the same corner where they had kissed.

“I was worried about you..” The diamond spoke, slowly walking towards the blonde. “I could not leave without raising suspicion.”

“I needed time alone…” She replied and stared at the ground.

“You know I do not want him.” Y/n began, getting closer. “I only want you.”

“Yet you find yourself in the middle of wedding preparations.”

“I spoke to you about what occurred.”

“Yes, this said letter that you claim to have sent the same night that he proposed.” Florence raised her voice, feeling slightly disappointed and angry. “I do not care about any letter or explanation, Y/n. I want you to be away from Charles.”

“Florence..” The diamond began, grabbing the blonde’s hands as she took deep breaths.

“No, no, stop it!” The blonde shouted, backing away from the girl. “I have to leave! I cannot watch you with him, especially knowing that he is dangerous and I cannot do anything of the sort!”

“If I don’t marry him he will tell everyone about what he saw..” Y/n said, stepping closer to her. “My parents… the Queen…”

“And is it really that bad for everyone to know about us?”

“If I could say it, I would say it in a heartbeat…” The girl whispered with her hand over her chest. “But people like us? We do not get to be completely free, no one would accept us.”

“All that matters is that we would be together.”

“Well we would not because you’re running away to Oxford!”

“I cannot stay and watch you fall for him!” Florence shouted in tears.

“I would never dare to fall for that pig because I love you!” Y/n screamed and looked at the blonde who stared in shock.

It was the first time either one of them had spoken about love towards each other. None of them pictured it to be said during an argument but there they both stood with tear stained cheeks as their chest moved up and down.

“I love you, Florence.” The diamond whispered, walking towards the blonde to place her hands on her arms. “I have not been able to get you out of my thoughts ever since I first saw you… I-I thought about you everyday and-”

“Stop.” Florence muttered as she walked forwards towards Y/n, connecting their lips together.

They moved together in sync, getting more and more heated by the second until they pulled apart to catch their breaths. The diamond placed her forehead against the blonde’s as her hand traveled up her arms, making it up to cup her face.

“I love you.” The Princess whispered before connecting her lips with the diamond’s again.

This time, Florence turned them around, pressing Y/n against the glass wall. Her hands went to the back of the diamon’s dress, slowly untying the corset to touch her naked skin. The diamond parted from the kiss once the Princess’ hands came in contact with her back. She looked up at the green eyes in front of her before turning around to face the glass, silently telling Florence to finish what she started.

The blonde trailed her hands down the diamond’s back, untying the last bit and watched as the dress fell to the ground. Y/n looked over her shoulder and turned around in her silk undergarments. Florence cupped the diamond’s face again and kissed her. It was slower than before since she wanted to memorize the taste and the feeling of Y/n’s lips.

Florence moved her hand down to Y/n’s leg and trailed it upwards till she reached the girl’s undergarments. The blonde stared at the diamond, silently asking for permission but instead, she felt the girl’s hand untying her corset. Y/n leaned forward, connecting her lips softly to Flo’s as she continued to untie the dress. After a moment the dress pooled around the Princess’ ankles causing them to part from the kiss to step away from their dresses.

“Come with me.” The blonde whispered, taking a hold of the diamond’s hand as she walked towards a secluded area of the greenhouse.

They walked into a small corner that was surrounded by a bush of roses. There was a blanket on the floor with a few pillows and cushions against the wall. A few candles were lit around them, lighting up the space along with the small bit of sun that was left. Florence turned to the diamond, trying to figure out what she was thinking.

“I was hoping you would come…” She whispered getting close to her again. Y/n looked up at the green eyes in front of her and cupped her cheeks, connecting their lips again.

The kiss grew more and more passionate, intense as their hands traveled over their bodies. They slowly descended to the floor and Y/n slowly laid down as Florence hovered over her, moving her lips down her neck. The Princess kissed down the diamond’s chest, biting on the soft skin of her breast causing her to throw her head back. She kept kissing down her body, over her stomach and down to the hem of her trousers before looking up at the diamond. Y/n slowly sat up and cupped Florence’s cheeks with a smile, pulling her in for a kiss.

She laid back down and moved her hands to the blonde’s back, pushing her closer to press their bodies together. Y/n raised her hands to the Princess’ hair, taking out the pins that held her hair up and parted from the kiss to watch it fall down over her shoulder. Florence sat up on her knees and unbuttoned her undergarments until her breasts came into view. Her nipple quickly hardened at the cold breeze as her hands unbuttoned her bottoms. Y/n sat up again and pressed her lips under the blonde’s breast, kissing across her abdomen as Florence pulled the silky fabric down. As the Princess lifted her knees to fully take off her trousers, the diamond laid back down as she untied her bra and pushed the straps down her arms to reveal her breasts in the candle light.

Florence trailed her fingers over the girl’s chest, down her stomach until she reached her undergarments. She began to unbutton them and pulled them off before parting Y/n’s legs to lay herself back down over her before connecting her lips again. Their bodies were pressed together, covered in a thin layer of sweat as their hands explored each other’s bodies.

Throughout the night, they expressed their love more than ever. More than any kiss, look or touch they might’ve shared. That night in the greenhouse, under the moonlight while it rained, they made love.

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Pairing: Charles Blackwood x Reader Summary: Convinced that Charles is cheating on you, you damage his precious car. When you realize your mistake, he decides to teach you a lesson. Word Count: Almost 1.9k Warnings: Explicit sexual content, dubious consent if you squint, unprotected sex, rough sex, possessive behavior, assumptions, temporary angst, threat of violence, Charles being Charles.

18+ Please!!! This is not beta-read, so any and all mistakes are my own.

Long overdue request for @finleyjayne who has always been so supportive and supplied the gif! Enjoy, lovely, and I hope you get a chance to relax soon! Divider by @whimsicalrogers.

You were a fool to fall for Charles Blackwood. The handsome man was a charmer, making everyone around him fall under his spell when he rolled into town. It frightened you how quickly he drew you to him. You believed at first that it was the thrill of someone new and exciting in your life, but it only grew the more you got to know him.

Beneath the façade was a lost man. The tragedy that fell upon his relatives was heartbreaking, especially with how his cousins were treated. He didn't want to just leave a good mark in the world. He wanted a family to call his own. He wanted someone to love him. And your heart was his before he asked.

Instead of rushing you, he politely courted you. He was a gentleman in every sense of the word. Lonely nights filled you with desires you didn't dare explore before until him. The longer he left you with kisses only to your hand, the more you craved him. It led to you making the first move once you could no longer stand it. Perhaps that was his plan all along.

Charles taught you how to be the perfect lover. A doting and demanding teacher, you learned quickly how to please him. He lovingly told you it would be one of your duties as his wife to do so. It didn’t offend you. Pleasing him, whether it was domestically or intimately, made you happy. He made you happy.

As time went on, you began to get suspicious. He spoke of marriage, but had yet to propose to you. Days turned to weeks and blended into months. You were still no closer to marrying him, but you thought he was waiting for the right time...the right moment.

Soon, he began to skip lunches and you knew how much he enjoyed sitting down for a nice meal. You even made his favorites, but to no avail. He was still as vigorous as ever in bed, but suspicion grew into paranoia.

Was there another woman? The man could have anyone he wanted, but you only wanted him. You were sure he only wanted you. Doubt still clouded you. Did he ever intend to make you his wife or was it a game?

Against your better judgement, you followed him when he skipped yet another meal. That was how you ended up outside of the diner, watching him through the glass. Your eyes were downcast for a moment when his food was placed in front of him. Was something wrong with your cooking? You could find a way to ask him later.

Lifting your gaze, you saw a woman sit beside him. From the profile, you could see how beautiful she was...more beautiful than you. You couldn’t hear the conversation, but it was clear that Charles knew her. You could see the smile as he leaned in close. Too close for your liking. And you weren’t a jealous woman. What had he done to make you feel this way?

When he kissed her cheek, you felt your heart crack. Charles was friendly, but never forward with other women once he had you on his arm. You walked away, unable to bear another moment of that display. You felt like a fool. You were good enough to keep his bed warm, but not good enough for more.

You stopped when you saw his car. Next to you, it was his most prized possession. It was a beauty and he treated it well. Would he take her for a ride in it? Would he have her in his lap, like he had with you so many times?

Approaching the car, you were tempted to kick it. That would likely cause more damage to you than to the vehicle. You crouched down instead and snatched a small rock from the street. Before you could stop yourself, you ran the sharp edge along the passenger side. The high-pitched sound of the scratch brought a smile to your face before tears blurred your vision.

Dropping the rock, you rushed to get home. You were certain no one saw you. But you should have known that Charles always had an eye on you.

The squeal of the tires outside of your home followed by a car door slamming shut made you freeze. That burst of confidence you felt before wasn’t so strong now. You dried your hands before stepping away from the sink and checking your reflection. Your eyes were still red from crying, but you still carried yourself with pride as you went to the door.

“Darling,” he said through his teeth as you opened it. He looked disheveled and unhinged. The sight was beautiful and tragic. It reminded you of how he looked when he settled between your thighs. Had he been with her?

“Charles,” you coldly greeted him. “If you’re still hungry, I believe the diner will take care of you.”

A large hand came up to block the door before you could slam it shut. He looked furious at your behavior. “I’m not leaving.”

“I don’t want you here,” you hissed when he grabbed your arm. You shrieked as he dragged you out of the house. Not once had he ever laid a hand on you out of anger and you were suddenly afraid. “Let me go!”

“Not until you explain...this,” he snarled as he stopped at his vehicle. “Mind telling me why my good kitten made a mess of my car?” “I’m not your darling or kitten,” you snapped as you tried to pull away. “Do you call her those things?”

“Her?” he asked.

“That woman at the diner!” you practically yelled in his face. He didn’t even have the nerve to look ashamed. “How long, Charles? How long have you made a fool of me?”

“That woman-” he growled.

“Does she feed you? Run your bath? Keep your cock warm? Will you marry her?”

“Shut your-” “I gave you everything and you lied! I loved you!” you yelled, a sob in your throat. All you wanted was him. Now you just wanted to protect your heart.

“Loved?” he whispered, pulling you closer. “No. Love. You love me.”

“Leave before I make another mess of your car.”

Charles crashed his lips against yours, growling when you tried to push him away. It was a desperate, feverish kiss and you hated how quickly you responded. He turned you away from him as he broke the kiss, his hands cupping your breasts possessively as he pressed against you. You felt how hard he was through his slacks and you tried not to respond. He hurt you.

“I’m not leaving you and you’re not leaving me. Ever,” he said against your ear as he kneaded your breasts. “You’re mine. My kitten...and you’re going to be my wife.” “Charles,” you gasped as he pushed you against the hood of the car. It was still warm.

“You made a mess of my car...and you’re going to make a mess on my cock.”

“I’m sorry, please. I’ll find a way to fix it,” you promised as he pushed your dress up. Your body felt hot as you tried to keep from shaking.

"Her name is Margaret,” he told you, tearing off your undergarments. You shut your eyes, not wanting to hear more. Why did he want to hurt you? “She helped me find a ring.”

Your eyes opened as he nudged your legs apart.. “You…but you…”

“And her husband works in the real estate office. I had to get my affairs in order. The ring. A home...but you had to ruin the surprise,” he muttered, making quick work of his pants as you looked over your shoulder. Was he speaking truthfully?

“Charles, ahh!” you cried when he pushed into you without warning. You felt full and didn’t have time to adjust as the next hard thrust punched the air from your lungs.

“Never thought my kitten would be the jealous type,” he mocked as his hips met yours, your body pliant as you took what he gave you. “I’m not a great man, but I never lied to you.”

His heavy breathing made you shiver, his slacks rubbing against your thighs as he thrust deep. The combination of pain and pleasure from his brutal movements made your head spin. “Stay still. Stay fucking still,” he ordered, pressing a hand against your lower back to keep you from pushing back against him. You tried to be strong-willed, but he was used to getting his way. He demanded your submission and you loved him enough to give it to him.

“I was your first...I’m your only. I love you and that means you’re mine.”

You never examined the obsession Charles carried until that moment. His claim on you didn’t scare you like it should have. What did that say about you? Maybe it just meant his love was stronger than most.

“You want my ring on your finger?” he groaned as he buried himself over and over in your tight heat. “My baby in your belly?”

You couldn’t form a coherent response as your body rippled with pleasure. “Yes. Pl...Please…”

“You’ll have to be punished for what you did,” he growled, keeping you pinned as his rhythm picked up. “But I’ll forgive you.”

You accepted his words, like your body accepted his. You gave all of yourself freely to him. Your heart, your pleasure, everything. “Charles,” you mewled. “Beg...Beg me to come,” he demanded, his cock slamming faster and faster into you as your walls contracted. “Please, Charles...let me come,” you begged, wishing you could see his face.

“Why should I let you?” he sneered as tears filled your eyes. “Because, ahh! Because I love you,” you cried, mewling again when he covered your back. “Come...make a mess on my cock,” he said against the shell of your ear. Your body melted at his words, coming with a shout. The drive of his cock dragged out your orgasm, your body convulsing and trapped between him and the hood. It was suffocating and you wanted to drown in the ecstasy he gave to you. His groan of satisfaction in your ear made you clamp around him, feeling his hot seed fill you. You wondered if he meant what he said about you carrying his child.

He kept his body joined with yours, refusing to let you up as you closed your eyes. “Don’t you dare go to sleep,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your neck.

You let Charles have you on his car, in the middle of the day. You would not let sleep take you. “I’m sorry. I…” you whispered, biting your lip hard as he gripped your hips. “Shh. I understand. Oh, darling. How could I want anyone else when I have you?” he asked, lazily moving his hips with a smirk. “I should be thankful you just scratched my car. Because if I ever see another man touch you...I’ll kill him.”

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celestialevie · 3 years

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Sunshine // Charlie Weasley x Healer! reader

(Not my GIF, credit goes to the creator) Genre: fluff with tiny bit of angst words: 1.7k warnings: cursing, like one sentence of smut (so 16+ please), kissing, idiots being oblivious about their feelings, mentions of second degree burn, mentions of broken ankles etc. Summary: Being in love with your childhood best friend is never easy, no matter how much love there is. A/N: This is gender-neutral fic don't mind the gif also, please keep in mind English is not my first language. If there are any mistakes, please let me know. And also thank you so much again for the 100 followers!! Hope you enjoy the fic

Working at your dream job with your childhood best friend has been the absolute dream. Even though you just started working at the sanctuary recently, you’re already loving it. And how could you not when Charlie Weasley has been nothing but supportive and making sure you’re comfortable with everything. Until very recently, you’ve been working at St. Mungo’s since your apprenticeship ended, when Charlie told you that people at the sanctuary are looking for another healer to work in case something happens with the wizards working there. While it did break your heart to leave your two other best friends, Tonks and Penny, you couldn’t pass up on the opportunity to be even closer to Charlie. Everyone around you two knew your feelings for each other, while the two of you kept being oblivious to each other's feelings, not wanting to ruin your friendship. Doing this job wasn’t that hard, healing a few burns here and there, twisted ankles etc. Charlie would find excuses to go and see you, even if it wasn’t actually anything wrong with him. You’ve known Charlie since the first year of Hogwarts, when you ran into him on the train. And honestly, seeing him then, you should’ve known you would’ve caught feelings for him. Red hair and blue eyes, freckles all over his face. Who can blame you? Your thoughts have been interrupted when you heard a knock on your office door. ‘’ Come in! ‘’ you yelled as Charlie opened the door. ‘’ Hi sunshine ‘’ he smiled at you. ‘’ Should’ve known it was you. Are you injured, or did you just come to bother me? ‘’ You ask him with a smile on your face.’’ Actually injured. Baby dragon decided to give me attitude by breathing fire on my hand. ‘’ he approaches you and places himself on a bed meant for patients. Taking his hand in yours, you see the very much visible burn marks on his hand. ‘’ It’s only a second degree burn, thankfully, nothing a little of burn-healing paste can’t cure. I’ll apply it and then wrap it up so that it doesn’t accidentally budge or wipe off. In no matter of time, your hand will be as good as knew and ready for another baby dragon or maybe even mother dragon to burn it again. But please don’t actually get burnt again on that hand if possible or anywhere. Molly would throw a fit if she knew how much of your scars and injuries I heal. ‘’ You say as you grab the burn-healing paste and apply it to his hand and finish it off with wrapping a bandage around his hand. Gently tapping his cheek, he sighs and gets up. ‘’ Thank you sunshine, you’re my saviour. ‘’ he exaggerates while kissing your cheek, and he’s on his way out of your office. What you didn’t know is while healing and inspecting his wound, he finally decided he’ll act up on his feelings. But for that, he’ll need help from one person who’s been helping him ignore his feelings for you. Going back to his place, he quickly wrote a note and sent his owl to that person letting them know to come over to his place asap. A couple of hours have passed before he heard knocking on his door. Opening his door, he saw that they were wearing the same outfit they usually did when they were meeting up. ‘’ Sorry it took me a while to come over, I was at work. ‘’ Charlie gulped and let them in. ‘’ It’s no problem, let’s get this over with and honestly this will probably be the last time we meet up like this, Anna… I decided to stop being a coward and acknowledge my feeling for y/n and do something about them. ‘’ he smiled and at his words Anna’s lips stretched into a wide smile. ‘’ Charlie, that’s amazing! I’m happy for you, god, I wish I could do the same about my feelings for Peter. ‘’ her smile faded a bit and a frown replaced it. Pulling her into his arms, he kissed her passionately, leading her towards the couch and slowly lowering her down on it while not breaking the kiss. Pulling off the coat, he knew she had only underwear underneath it. Slowly kissing down her neck and gently biting into it, wanting to hear her moans, he knew he pulled out of her every time they meet up like this. Lowering himself and kissing down her chest, sucking on

her sweet skin he’s got so familiar with recently. As he took of her bra, and started sucking on her nipples, the door of his cabin opened, and he swears the time stopped for him when he heard y/n’s voice when they interrupted something. ‘’ Hey Charlie….oh I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to interrupt. Please continue, I’m going to go…’’ before he could even muster up a word, they apparated away somewhere. ‘’ FUCK! ‘’ He yelled as he got off of Anna and helped her get dressed. ‘’ Go find her, you idiot! Don’t just scream and shout! You should go find her and tell her everything. I’ll go home. ‘’ Anna yelled at him Giving Anna a small kiss on the cheek as an apology, he quickly tried to think of a place y/n could’ve gone to. The first thing he did was run to her house and started knocking on their door. When they didn’t answer the door, he went to their office. When he tried to enter it, the door was locked, so he knocked a couple of times before moving on to a different location. He remembered showing her a special spot by the lake, which he accidentally found when he first moved to Romania. Quickly imagining that place in his head, he apparated there, and that’s when he spotted them. Sitting by the lake and throwing small rocks at it. Taking a deep breath, he approached them.

‘’ Hey sunshine. ‘’ at the sound of his voice, they raised their head and looked behind them. ‘’ Charlie, hey…’’ clearing his throat, he slowly approached them. ‘’ Mind if I sit down next to you? Been looking around to find you. Just want to explain something to you and then after that I can leave you alone if that’s what you wish for. ‘’ they nodded their head and gently patted a spot next to them. Charlie sat down. ‘’ Can I just say before you start, I’m sorry for walking in your house without knocking or even letting you know I’ll stop by. Didn’t mean to interrupt you and Anna in your private business.’’ their voice was on the verge of breaking because god-damn did their heart break when they saw Charlie and Anna in the middle of whatever they were doing. ‘’ Oh god no sunshine, you have nothing to apologize for. If anything, it’s me who needs to apologize to you. I am so fucking sorry you saw that. But I need to explain that whole situation and for you to understand it I need you to listen to every word I say. Anna and I were nothing more than just fuck buddies. To just try and forget about all the pain in our hearts that we both felt. We never saw each other as more than occasional fuck buddies who were looking to feel something. Her heart is longing for someone else, and so does mine. Sunshine, I know that what you saw probably hurt you more than you’d like to admit to yourself and to me. God, I wish you didn’t see me and her, but….’’ he stops, taking your hands into his and looking into your eyes. My heart only longs and wishes for you, sunshine. God, I’ve never been more in love with someone more than I am in you. If you’re in love with me too or at least have some romantic feelings for me, it would make me the happiest man in the world. If you wish to stay only friends with me, I completely understand, I promise I won’t let my feelings for you ruin our friendship. You mean way too much to me for me to only ruin it because of some stupid feelings. You’re the most important person in my life. You can say what you wish to say now. ‘’ Charlie was preparing for the worse, but what he didn’t expect is for you to start crying. Noticing the panicking look in his eyes, you quickly reassure him. ‘’ No, no, don’t panic, these are the happy and frustrated tears. Penny and Tonks will be over the moon once I let them know they were right about the two of us all this time. ‘’ A small laugh escapes your lips. ‘’ I’ve been in love with you, Charlie, probably since the moment I first met you on the train. All these times I’ve told myself you only saw me as your best friend, how could you ever see me romantically. But I guess I was wrong. ‘’ you wipe away your tears as Charlie looks at you with so much love in his eyes. ‘’ Oh sunshine, I’ve never been happier to see someone laugh. ‘’ you pull him into a hug, never wanting to let him go. He pulls a little away only to press him lips onto yours. The kiss was never sweeter, wanting to keep kissing you for the rest of his life.

BONUS:

When both Penny and Tonks received a letter from you, they didn’t expect anything unusual. But what they received was the happiest news they’ve been wanting to hear since probably fifth year of Hogwarts. Charlie and you were officially together. Just like you expected, you received one big howler from them. ‘’ CHARLES WEASLEY AND Y/F/N L/N HOW DARE YOU ANNOUNCE THE NEWS WE’VE BEEN WANTING TO HEAR JUST CASUALLY IN THE LETTER. I EXPECTED BETTER FROM YOU TWO!! ‘’ Penny screamed, but Tonks was only laughing in the background. ‘’ As soon as we can, Penny and I will come over to the Romania and keep telling y/n ‘ I told you so ‘’ because I TOLD YOU SO YOU DUMB IDIOT! ‘’ Tonks yelled, and all you could do was laugh at Charlie’s shocked and kind of terrified face. Penny can be a bit scary when she wanted to be, and he definitely experienced Penny’s wrath back in Hogwarts. ‘’ Well, they seem to like the news. ‘’ you laughed as you pulled Charlie into a kiss.

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theringers · 3 years

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better man - charles leclerc

summary: “sometimes, in the middle of the night, I can feel you again. but I just miss you, and I just wish you were a better man” better man / little big town

a/n: well i hope you all enjoy my first fic that has ZERO smut oops. the song inspired me alot so highly recommend giving it a listen:) feedback is very much appreciated on this since it’s different than anything i ever write!!! love y’all xoxo

warnings: angst, gaslighting, toxic relationship, breakups

Your body tossed and turned on your mattress. No matter how warm the blanket was or how quiet your neighbors were being, you weren’t sleeping well these days.

You draped your arm to the opposite side of the bed, but instead, it hit the mattress with a bit of a bounce. It shook you awake and when you realized what was going on, you wanted nothing more than to go back to sleep. You were so used to having someone there when you slung your arm to the other side of the bed.

Your chest ached and you curled yourself up into the fetal position, not even caring about covering yourself up with blankets. He was gone.

You told him to go, but here you were balled up and shedding tears thinking about when another body occupied the space in bed every night. It was moments like this one that made you realize that you were truly without him.

The middle of the night is a vulnerable time for everyone. Your tears were turning into heaving breaths and loud cries. It was getting harder and harder to catch your breath. You squeezed your body as tight as it could go, hoping to feel something that wasn’t this awful pain in your heart.

It was hard to decide what the hardest part of the entire break up was. Was it forgetting how wonderful the magical moments between you were?

Your favorite playlist flowed through the room and you looked next to you, admiring the beautiful boy you had seated next to you. He was hyperfocused on his cupcake design and swaying along to the music.

You laughed at him and squeezed a massive glob of frosting onto his prized cupcake. “Take that,” you said. He retaliated by tossing a plate of sprinkles all over you. Charles cringed as they went all over the kitchen but you didn’t care. You took more frosting and smeared it on his unsuspecting face while bursting out in giggles.

He rolled his eyes, but pulled you in close to him. “You did this to me, now you gotta kiss me.” You tried to pull back but his strong grip already had you.

His frosting covered lips touched yours and shared the sweet treat with you. You smiled into the kiss and pulled back slightly.

“You know how much I love you?”

“Oh, I know.” He smirked and ran his finger over his face to gather some frosting. “We’re not going to have enough for our cupcakes.”

“You’re my cupcake.” You leaned in to him and kissed his cheek. He shied away and smiled. And that’s how his nickname was born.

He cringed at the nickname, but he loved you enough to let it slide. The chorus of your favorite song began and you sang to yourself. With frosting still on his face, he pulled you up to stand and dance with him. You tried to refuse, but he wouldn't allow it. "Can I have this dance?" He asked.

You rested your hands on his shoulders and danced with him. You looked into his blue eyes and smiled, in awe of this amazing man in front of you.

It was a magical moment you would never forget.

You cried more thinking about being in his grasp again. You wanted his arms around so desperately, but now you only had your own to hold you together.

You pulled your body up and dragged yourself to the bathroom. Looking back at you was a red-faced heartbroken girl who had to get her shit together.

“You know you had to do it.” You whispered to yourself. It was the bravest thing you ever did. He was your best friend, your confidant, the love of your life. But you couldn’t stick around. You wondered what could’ve been if he was a better man. You might still be in love if he was a better man.

You splashed your face with water and went back to bed, hoping that the night of your breakup wouldn’t replay in your head as you tried to sleep. Tonight, unfortunately, wasn’t any different.

You stumbled back into the house to see a pissed Charles. He sat on the couch with his arms crossed and you couldn't help but smile. And he was not happy about that.

"How was your night?" He wasn't actually interested. He made that very clear before you left, his displeasure seethed out as he gripped the front door seeing you out.

You changed your attitude, something you were very familiar with. You were a different person around your friends, and he didn't like that. Despite the fact that you only knew him for a small sliver of time compared to how long you've known your friends, he just assumed that who you were when you were with him was your true self.

He couldn't be further from the truth or even accept the truth when you mentioned it. "This is me, babe." You would say to him and he would always shake his head. "Your friends make you crazy, I promise." He thought he was all-knowing.

You knew that whenever you chose to go out that you were signing up to deal with his attitude later in the night. It was something you had come to terms with and accepted as normal. You didn't know any better.

During your nights with your friends, they would ask how everything was going. It was fine, honestly. Dating a Formula One driver shouldn't just be fine, though. You told them about the nice things he did for you, embellishing them so your friends ogled over him the way you thought they should. You never mentioned your arguments with them out of fear. They would hear your stories and tell you to leave him, and you couldn't come to terms with it like that. Once you started lying to your friends, you knew that you couldn't stay but it was getting harder and harder to accept that and go out on your own. You knew you would be better off on your own, but it was so hard.

You took a deep breath that night, preparing to answer his question. "It was really fun, thanks for asking." You set your purse down and walked into your shared bedroom to get ready for bed. You tossed your shirt into the corner and walked into the bathroom.

You heard Charles walk in. "Why does your shirt smell like cologne?" He held the piece of fabric in his hand with a confused look.

You laughed, trying to make a joke out of all of it. "This guy that was talking to Kelly was wearing way too much cologne."

He chuckled and walked away. "That's a good excuse."

"It's not an excuse, Charles. I'm telling the truth."

"Sure," he paced around your room. "So, I sat at home all night for you to get up close and personal with other guys. So close that their cologne is on your shirt. Wonderful." The door slammed behind him as he stormed out. You wanted to yell for him to come back and try your hardest to convince him that you were loyal. But, for what? You couldn't even grab a drink at the pub with a friend without being ridiculed about who you spent your time with. You shouldn't have to prove to your own boyfriend that you're loyal when you never did anything to lose his trust in the first place.

You felt a warm tear fall and you cursed yourself for getting emotional over this. Wiping it away, you trudged out of the room to confront the man who made you feel like you were going insane. He was sat on the couch twiddling his thumbs on his phone, looking like everything was okay.

"Hi, babe," he said, holding his hand out. "I'm sorry. That was uncalled for." He sat straight up and tried to pull you into his lap for a hug.

Your head went from side to side while you resisted his tug. "I can't do this anymore," you said. You sounded confident at first, but as soon as the words came out, your voice started to shake and the tears started to fall.

He furrowed his brows. "What do you mean? Do you feel okay? Come sit." He patted the couch next to him.

In between sniffles, you tried to speak. You felt choked by your own emotions. You sat down on the couch and he held you in his arms. "It's going to be okay, darling."

But it's not going to be okay. He wanted it to be okay, assumed it would be okay, every single time. This time was different. You poured your tears into his chest as he held you because you knew that this was going to be the last time.

Once you caught your breath, you sat up a bit putting some distance between the two of you. "Charles..." You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. "We have to break up."

His face fell. It changed from compassionate, to confused, to angry in just a matter of seconds. "B-break up?" He stuttered. "What brought you to this conclusion?"

"I don't feel like myself anymore around you. I have to pretend to be the person you want me to be. It's not me." You kept your gaze directed anywhere else that wasn't him.

He bit his lip. "Please don't do this, y/n. I promise I can be better for you." It exhausted you to hear those words. You tried to get him to be better more times than you could count, but it took this for him to realize? It wasn't fair to you, sticking around through everything he thought was okay.

You were unbelievably proud of yourself for standing your ground. You stood up to grab your phone and call for a ride to anyone's house but your own. He was dumbstruck, shocked that you would actually break up with him. He thought you'd always be around.

He felt so secure with you. You loved him so much, he couldn't even imagine you happy with anyone else. It was only him.

You turned back around to your house as you walked out the front door. He was staring at the ground, unmoving, with tears falling out of his eyes and a pillow in his grasp. "I love you," you said under your breath and shut the door before the tears poured out.

God, missing him was so hard. When you wanted to pick up the phone and call, you tried to talk yourself out of it, but the only thing running through your mind was the magical memories you had. The bad memories would always come when you were feeling like shit already. Those moments were enough strength to pull yourself through and remind yourself why you did it. He may have treated you well, but everything shitty he did offset the good. They cancelled each other out in your mind but not his. You told yourself it was better to be alone than to be loved by someone who didn't know what he had until it was gone.

You rested your head on your pillow once again, hoping to finally fall asleep. No matter how many times you replayed that night in your head, it was never any easier. He would've been the one if he was a better man.

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