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thefatiguedfatale · 2 years

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Only Dreaming

Buggy x M!Reader

Circus AU

Fluff

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: Swearing

Link to Ao3

Summary: You yearned to join the chaos of the circus, but it's just a dream. Isn't it?

A/N: I told myself I would branch out from writing Ace so here we go! This is mainly just a cute kid buggy and kid reader fic that I wrote for the loml @luffydreams. Please enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.

You always came by super early to watch them set up at the bottom of the valley. The morning sun had barely even opened its own eyes when they started setting everything up. You always hated waking up before sunrise, but for this you would stay up for days to make sure you didn't miss a bit of it. You took your place sitting down on the top of a large hill nearby and gazed, fully mesmerized as you watched them work.

They looked like an ant colony from your view at the top. Everyone moving around each other with such chaotic movements it was shocking to see how everything organized itself together at the end with a near superspeed. People carrying buckets of water and feed for animals seemed to perfectly side sweep and duck with expertise those who were carrying heavy and large pieces of what you could only assume to be equipment for the performers. Never once did you see anyone bump into each other. Even those who ducked by one another always seemed to have the time to yell a quick ‘hello` to each other. Their chatter and laughter reverberated off the edge of the hill. You could almost see it ebbing and flowing on the valley floor below. If you closed your eyes hard enough, you could even pretend to be a part of one of their conversations. The corners of your mouth began to unconsciously lift upwards, a grin slowly spreading on your face.

In the middle of the chaos you finally heard it. Your favorite part. The “Heave! Ho!”s that those that circled around the flat circus tent yelled as they pushed and pulled the grounded fabric to life. Watching the white and red striped tent come to life always sent chills up your spine.

Everything about the setup was loud and chaotic. It was almost abrasive to the ear, but you absolutely loved it. It was entrancing to see. It was almost more exciting to watch than the circus itself.

Almost.

Your eyes started darting around before you were conscious of what you were doing. You just couldn’t help looking for him, though it really wasn’t that difficult. The shocking blue of his hair stuck out among the rest, along with his pitched screeches. It took only moments for you to find your blue haired boy wrestling a red headed circus member that you also recognized fairly quickly. It didn’t seem that the red haired one was all that bothered by him though. Even from where you sat far up on your hill you could see him laughing away while he and the other boy rolled around in the grass. Even those who moved around them, chuckled at their antics. That was until you saw a man pick each of them up by the back of their shirts berating both of them. You giggled a bit watching the scene. The blue haired boy yelled and screamed and wriggled around in the grasp of the man still wanting to fight.

That boy…

You could try to say that you only vaguely remember his performance, that his trapeze and tight line tricks were muddled in your mind with all the other acts you saw, but that would be a complete and utter lie.

You were entranced by his performance. From the first day that you had snuck under the flaps of the circus tent and behind the bleachers to watch the show.

You could see the spotlights shining brightly toward the top of the tent, even now. All eyes laser focused on him as he walked the barely perceptible line of string high above the audience’s head with an ease that seemed almost impossible to possess. Even through the slits of the bleachers that you had to sneak behind, blocked by the audience members legs, his act was etched into the core of your memory.

Oh how you could only wish to be up there too! Walking the tightline and swinging from platform to platform with the blue haired boy. You were brought back to reality with the roar of their hungry animals.

You laid yourself flat on the grassy earth and sighed.

It was only a dream.

“Come with us!” yelled Shanks as his picked up some of the juggling pins off the ground of the center stage.

Both you and Buggy yelled at him in confusion. Your voices echoing across the empty arena.

The day had finally come. Their last performance before they moved onto the next city.

“What?” You almost dropped all the props on the ground in front of you.

“You heard me! Come with us! Come join the circus.”

This must have been a joke. You thought back to the time you spent with them.

You had finally worked up the courage to sneak backstage and meet the blue haired boy. Both of you clicked immediately (after Buggy stopped screaming) and the rest was history. The days you had spent with Buggy had been the happiest days that you could remember! He had introduced you to a lot of the other members. That’s how you met the redheaded boy Shanks, who you found out early on was a sword swallowing apprentice and the ringmasters of the show Rodger and Rayleigh. Rayleigh, you immediately recognize as the man constantly pulling Buggy and Shanks apart.

You didn't want to brag, but they grew fond of you and your presence rather quickly after your introductions. Most of them happily greeting you by name, some coming up with little nicknames for you, some even teaching you little performance tricks. Even Buggy had spent the time to teach you how to walk a tightrope (with a string on the ground, but you were working your way up to hovering above ground!) You had spent more and more of your time hanging out with Buggy and Shanks as the days sped by. Most of the time usually laughing at their arguing or running around together spreading a little bit of chaos in your wake. The days seemed to come and go in the blink of an eye when it was the three of you. Which became your biggest problem now.

You had tried not to think of the day approaching but you couldn't help your mood slowly being dragged down with your dread as the day came closer and closer. You wanted more time. You wanted to see more. You wanted to talk to and help out more. You wanted to see more of the blue haired boy. Much more. And people had noticed. One of them being Shanks.

“Come join us!" He repeated with more emphasis.

Were you dreaming? You had to be dreaming. That was the only place you thought you would ever hear those words anyhow so that must have been it.

“You're here all the time anyways! You might as well, right?”

“Yea but I’m not a performer. I can't do anything, I would just drag you guys down.”

Shanks nodded slowly in agreement. What was the point of having someone who can’t do anything useful? You held back your tears as your reality began to sink in. Your dreams slowly losing their translucence.

You glanced Shank’s way, and you could almost see the lightbulb above his head shining almost as brightly as his hair. “Buggy was teaching you his swinging rope stuff right?"

You nodded your head.

“Just do that! You can be an apprentice like me! He can teach you all you need to know and then once you're good enough you can start performing with him."

A familiar screech erupted from the other end of the center stage. Both you and Shanks turn around to see him staring wide eyed at the both of you, as he paused in the middle of cleaning up the hula hoops. Buggy was in the middle of picking up some hula hoops.

“Hey!” He repeated over and over again speeding his way across the stage, hula hoops still in hand. “Don’t drag me into your shit Shanks! I’m not getting in trouble with Rayleigh because you want to hide a stowaway!”

Shanks folded his arms and frowned. “Weren't you just boohooing the other day about how sad you were not being able to see y/n anymore?”

A hula hoop whipped past Shank’s face.

“Shut the fuck up you red haired bastard!”

Shanks held his stomach as he laughed until Buggy dropped all of his stuff and went ramming into Shanks.

You started laughing, but you couldn't help but hear Shanks' words ringing in your head. Buggy was sad about leaving you behind? Your ears went slightly pink at the thought. After some time Shanks, as per usual, ended up the winner of the fight. He held Buggy by the forehead at arms length as Buggy still continued to try and swing.

“Come on Buggy! It's a great idea! Plus Roger and Rayleigh like him so there’s no way they would say no!” The boys started arguing once again until you interrupted.

“It’s ok guys.” You said quietly though it echoed the space loudly enough for both of them to stop fighting

“You don’t have to.” You look up at each of them and smile as you try to force the tears back into your eyes "That’s really nice of you, but it’s ok. I’ll just…see you guys when you come around next year!”

Buggy’s hands fell to his side and Shanks let go of his grip on Buggy’s head. Both of them looked towards you, then towards one another. A moment a silence passed before Buggy stood up straight and coughed into his fist. He looked away from you, staring very intently at something on the opposite side of the room.

“I’ll teach you.” He mumbled. His cheeks started to flush red.

A long paused passed again. Were you hearing him right? “What?”

“I said I’ll teach you!” He screeched “but you have to do everything I sa-“

You crushed him between your arms with a flow of thank you’s streaming out of your mouth. Shanks started laughing again before you moved onto crushing him between your arms as well.

It wasn't a dream, it wasn't a dream, it wasn't a dream!

The rolling hills sped past the train. You gazed out the window watching them fly by. You were trying to figure out which was the one that you sat at. It was a lot harder to tell from this point of view.

The train erupted in laughter as you thought that you spotted the one, but you weren't sure. The train was filled with the same laughter you heard from the top of the hill, but now you didn't have to close your eyes to it surrounding you. It was finally real.

You were surrounded by it. You were covered in it. All the chatter and glee and conversations covered you like a warm blanket. Even Buggy and Shanks were laughing at some of the jokes Roger was making from the end of the train car.

That’s when you spot it. You knew it was the right one this time, you just knew it. Only seconds passed by before it had come and gone. Everything you had known, now gone in a second. You smiled to yourself.

Finally.

Finally everything was good. You were a part of something real now. You saw your new beginnings, and this time you weren’t looking over the edge of a tall hill. Now it was right in front of you. Now a part of your reality.

#one piece #one piece fanfiction #buggy x reader #buggy d clown #circus au #yes I know I didn’t make Buggy a clown despite his namesake #I’d like to think he has more talent than just making people laugh #also how sick does sword eater Shanks sound???#like I was trying to figure out what he would do and it immediately clicked #one piece x reader insert #one piece x reader #one piece reader insert

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enthblaze · 9 months

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Giovanni spotted in Venice (REAL)

#ryotalks #THATS HIS NAMESAKE #:D #tmnt twins au #tmnt giovanni #tmnt giovanni 2012

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s-ccaam-era-crepe · 10 months

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i love you all <33 good bye for now <3

#camera talks #do not fret. this is not a worrying thing #this is my very bad way of saying im on hiatus until next week bc camp !!!#i'm living up to my (irl) namesake rn baby !!! (doesn't make sense unless you know chnt and me in irl but oh well)#summer camp counselor haha :))#upgraded from camper to counselor :D #anyways wont be active until next week no internet </3 but i'll probably throw somethings in the queue for fun lol #(cannot believe the wbg season 10 finale comes out while im at camp. literally just kill me now /j)#anyways love y’all I will miss you !!!! <33

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leatherbootlace · 2 years

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TrainTober2022 #16: Shadow

We three

We're all alone

Living in a memory

My echo, my shadow, and me

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Original Sprites by Princess-Muffins, Cj-The-Creator, Diamond-Jubilee, wyattloughrie, KaijuATTACK877, RedEngineStudioNo5, SplendidEngine02.

Any & All Edits made by Myself, LeatherBootlace.

#ttte #ttte au #Bootlace's TTTE AU #traintober2022 #ttte diesel #ttte felix #ttte damian #rws #sprites #pixel art #my better call saul brainrot has taken into effect #diesel becoming a nobody following the events of D&tDE is such an interesting idea to me #especially regarding how much younger diesels were probably influenced by that book #the 'Diesel' of the books went on to become a folk hero amongst the younger diesels while his namesake went on into obscurity #felix is the engine who inspired awdry to create 'diesel' while damian was inspired by 'diesel' to become the devious little shit he is now #boom! i made the HiT Bible's Two Diesel Lore make sense

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synchlora · 2 years

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ID: a blue check pigeon with vivid orange eyes sitting on a pillow, staring at the camera. End description

look at those eyes!!

#thats her namesake :D #her eyes look like jasper #pigeon posting #pigeon: jasper #flock: mine

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satoruin · 3 months

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➣ matchmaking or meddling?

pairing: satoru gojo x gn!reader

word count: 1.6K

summary: you find out just how much your students have been meddling in your love life, though you can’t really be mad.

notes from lee: i’m afraid to make this look like an award acceptance speech so ill be brief. had to make a fic for the namesake of the blog and a very late hbd to boo (@2018-01-20). kinda wish i had more interactions with the kids, but i ended up w/ a lot of gojo pov also unedited

Looking back it should have been obvious what these kids of yours were up to. Yes, they were the reason you were in this god-forsaken closet with a blindfolded fool.

You’re only really aware of their meddling now as you hear their snickers from the hallway, so you can’t quite tell when their meddling started. But it makes sense that they were plotting something, but was it in collaboration with Satoru? Because it seemed like every mishap or coincidence between your two classes, Satoru took it in stride and turned it into his advantage. Just like he was taking advantage of the situation now…

Thinking back, your first clue should have been with the sticky notes. A note scrawled on a pink sticky note, in actually legible handwriting, addressed to you like a valentine. Reading, “from: Satoru ;D to: (y/n) <3; do you look this good every day or do i just not remove my blindfold enough????” It’s on top of a stack of papers handed over by the ever-stoic Fushiguro. Surely to get your guard down, and it did.

When you interrogate your fellow teacher about it later, he keeps his normal all-knowing grin plastered on his face. Now they, being the kids who orchestrated it, don’t need to do any work as every day after that there’s a new sticky note somewhere for you to see. They vary in color, most in some shade of pink, some with bad pick-up lines, others with a stick figure drawing, or the very rare ones hidden away with words that make you spit out your drink.

Or maybe another tip off should have been the ‘coincidental’ times you’d have the second years out on the training field and he just so happened to also plan a demonstration for the first years at the same time. But then again you don’t hear their snickering above your irritation at the white-haired man as he lets you jab a finger into his chest, with his annoying smirk.

But they notice you don’t care anymore that he peeks his head over your shoulder to look at your teaching outline just so he can do the ‘coincidental’ planning now.

And still the biggest hint that you fall for every time, is when they leave you at the cafe with just Satoru after begging for a weekend meetup. And again, when they ask to have team dinners, study sessions, or extra training, it's ridiculous. Your gullibility and trust in them is commendable, but it’s become laughable as you still trust in the kids to show up. And they do, just in disguise from across wherever you are as they watch Satoru come to your rescue every time.

Maybe the more ridiculous part is when the rare glimpse of their teacher’s eyes is pointed, peeking through their poorly crafted disguises, at them from across the room with a smirk.

He’s noticed for a while now that the kids are playing matchmaker, and their skills are much better than those his clan hires. And to be honest, he doesn’t mind, if anything he finds it cute that they think he needs the help. Though admittedly they do have some good ideas. Each one never fails to fluster you, in your own cute and angry way, as he takes over their schemes. His six-eyes catch the flurry of texts sent every time he does so, which he’s sure just encourages them further.

Satoru’s not quite sure when his feelings for you developed. He’s always found you attractive, especially when you were his cute kouhai (he still likes to call you that in order to annoy you until you begrudgingly call him senpai once again.). Everything he learns about you only adds to his initial interest. He’s a sucker for getting to know the little things, like your favorite dinner spot after a tough mission or what your ideal day off is. Once you accept his feelings he’ll put the knowledge you deem useless to good work.

But there’s a moment that sits so starkly in his memory as the first time he realized he was in love with you and not just intrigued or infatuated.

It was maybe around the time Tsumiki had gotten sick and though Megumi was self sufficient, Satoru didn’t feel that he should be alone. He knows he’s not the best at comfort, hell he could barely comfort himself, so he sends you.

And he’s not overly worried about you, you’re a teacher so he’s sure you’ll get through to the ever prickly Megumi just fine. Plus you’ve always been significantly better at handling emotional situations, he knows first hand. So when he comes to check on you after finishing his mission, he smiles at your success.

Megumi’s head rests on your lap, asleep, and you’re slumped over the armrest. There’s a twang of jealousy that pricks at his mind, wishing it was him in your lap instead, but all he can think about is having you greet him as he comes home and Megumi and Tsumiki sitting for dinner and that would be yours and his alone.

He’s never felt like someone that would settle down or want a family, especially given the circumstances of his status. But you, in this moment, make him want to move past the shrewdness of the higher ups and his clan, and just have you. He longs for something that is just his, not part of Jujutsu Society, the higher ups, or his clan, or even Satoru Gojo, he wants things just for Satoru, just for him.

You are that something, that someone, he wants, he’s convinced that he needs you like the air he breathes. The weird surge of emotions that have been kept bottled up since a dark day suddenly seems to make sense and it has a name, it’s love.

So when he’s reminiscing on his feelings, it really has been there all along, but it’s that very specific moment in which his love for you was defined.

And the apex of all his work in gently guiding you to realize your feelings, that he’s very sure are there, is in a closet of all places. His blue eyes glow dimly in the dark of the closet with the snickers of his students on the other side.

“Hey,” he breathes out, much less confident than he intended, but you make him nervous.

You meet his bright eyes briefly before looking away and returning the greeting, “Um, hi.”

His breath hitches and his mind blanks, every funny line or flirty remark he could make right now is gone. He can’t think about anything other than you, how cute your expression is, how good your hair looks even slightly messed up, but mainly your lips and how much he needs to kiss you before he leaves this cramped closet. “How are you?”

You blink at him incredulously, “We’re in a closet, Gojo. How do you think I am?”

He tosses his head back and groans as you use his last name, he thought he’d gotten you to call him Satoru like pretty much everyone did. “C’mon (Y/n), you know I hate when you call me that.” He whines and pouts, jutting his bottom lip out like a toddler.

He watches the guilt flash across your face briefly, surely it’s you remembering how he confided in you about hating the weight that came with his last name. “Sorry, I know. I know,” you pause and he senses your hesitancy and waits, “Satoru.”

He’s got a big shit-eating grin on his face that differs from his usual smirk as he rocks on his feet with his heart fluttering.

“You really like it that much when I call you ‘Satoru’?” You ask, eyeing up his body language with a skeptical look.

“Maybe.” He answers in a sing-song tone, he’s back to his usual self, “But you know what I’d like more?”

He leans in close and glances down at your lips. No matter how many times he does this, it always results in him pulling away with a teasing smile. So when he feels your hands wrap around the neck of his uniform and pull him closer, it’s certainly a surprise.

“You want a kiss?” You ask and he nods meekly, if possible, and you do, you kiss him. Satoru’s eyes flutter shut as his heart flutters in his stomach. His big hands reach up to cup your face and keep you glued to his lips. Gods, it’s everything he’s dreamed about and more.

When you part from him to catch your breath, he’s smiling. “I hope you know I want much more than a kiss.” He waits for you to breathe and to watch your reaction before smashing his lips onto yours again.

Satoru feels your arms wrapped around his neck and how your hands crawl through his undercut to tug at his hair. And he’s similar, the hands once holding your face have traced down your body to your hips so he can hold you close.

The knock on the door cuts your time short, your tongues and bodies having to part. Satoru watches as you smooth over your clothes and hair before he pulls up his blindfold. The door opens not a moment later to reveal the two classes waiting with bated breath to see something scandalous.

They are disappointed, fortunately for you and your image as a teacher. None of the students have the time to catch the heavy blush on his face as he slips away while you lecture them. But they do notice how flustered you are when you get a text from Satoru, “dinner 2nite?”

#gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #satoru gojo x reader #jjk x reader #gojo satoru #gojo #jjk #gojou satoru x reader #jjk gojo #gojo x you #gojo x y/n #satoru gojo #gojo x gender neutral reader #jjk satoru #gojou satoru x you #gojou satoru x y/n #! satoru gojo #[ lee's writing ]#[ + ] jjk

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nixie-writes · 10 months

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alastor, sir Pentious and lucifer with a s/o whose considered "the garden demon" due to her flower-like abilities, and who is a very kind and gold-hearted

... I know, w e r i d-

(this reminds me of @willowaudreykeyes OC Willow!) I never get requests for apple daddy so I'm surprised I got this one

Alastor

-he really likes your flowers; they don't wilt under his touch and they grow strong and beautiful. He likes your roses the most, they're a bright red and it reminds him of freshly cut meat.

-he appreciates how kind you are. Not many demons are friendly, especially to him, so your kindness is appreciated. He isn't as mean to you as he is others, he would feel bad if he upset you or hurt your feelings.

-he's surprised by how kind-hearted you are. Again, not many demons are nice, so meeting you was a breath of fresh air. He thinks you're a little too kind for your own good and worries you may get hurt because of this but knows you're strong and can handle yourself.

-he likes to explore your gardens and touch all the flowers. They don't wilt when he touches them so he likes to brush his fingers across bushels of flowers. He'll occasionally pick a flower he likes and put it in your hair.

Sir Pentious

-He likes that you can grow flowers. Some of them have healing properties and they would be very helpful for his inventing. He could use your flowers to power his machines and create fuel using the right ones.

-he doesn't understand why you're so friendly. Demons aren't nice people, most of them will crush you under their shoes to benefit themselves. So why are you so nice?

-he worries he's taking advantage of your kind-hearted nature. He always takes your flowers and knows they're a source of your energy. He worries that he's abusing your kindness but you assure him you don't mind, he isn't taking too much. He still worries though.

-his favorite thing about your flower power is that you can produce so many flowers at once. You make him flower crowns and bracelets using just your flowers and vines. He appreciates the little things you do for him.

Lucifer

-as the king of Hell he doesn't take to party tricks. But when he saw your flower power for the first time he was impressed. You seemed to be powerful, growing poisonous flowers to disable enemies. He liked that you had power and knew how to use it.

-he was surprised by how friendly you are. Most demons cower before him but you immediately take to him, saying hi and introducing yourself cordially. He appreciated the respect. He tells you again and again how impressive your flower power is and you just blush every time, unsure what to say.

-he worries that other demons will take advantage of your kind spirit. Not many demons are nice and they will use you if they see you fit to benefit themselves. He teaches you to be more strong-hearted and not take shit from other demons.

-his favorite part of your flower power is the ability to grow Star Flowers. They're small, white star-shaped flowers that remind him of his namesake, Morningstar. He always asks permission to pick these flowers and likes to make you flower crowns or just put a flower in your hair.

#hazbin hotel x reader #alastor x reader #alastor #sir pentious x reader #sir pentious #lucifer x reader #lucifer

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youvebeenlivingfictional · 6 months

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Brushing a kiss along the shell of the other person’s ear for anthony bridgerton?

Sure :D

Warnings: Fluff; flirty Anthony; implied friends to lovers

"You seem to have caught Lord Marsh's attention."

The heat and brush of Anthony's murmur made your stomach flip. You set your eyes on the dance floor, watching the practiced ease of the dances. Lord Marsh, Lord Marsh...For the life of you, you couldn't recall the man.

"Remind me who he is?" You requested. Anthony chuckled softly.

"That bumbling fellow whose palms live up to their owner's namesake."

Your lips twitched with a smile. "I shall have to take your word for that, Lord Bridgerton. I haven't removed my gloves all evening."

"See that it stays that way. If you did, it would cause a scandal."

"And I should like to avoid scandal for this evening, thank you."

"Only this evening?" The question was chased by the nudge of Anthony's nose against the shell of your ear. You could feel the warmth of his body so close, so intensely—it was as if it was bleeding through your dress.

"Look sharp," Anthony added, drawing your attention away from him, "You have incoming."

"I beg your pardon?"

"Ah, there you are!"

Lord Marsh's voice startled you, and you whirled to face him, blinking owlishly at him. He drew a handkerchief from his pocket, using it to map at his flushed, sweaty forehead. He went on,

"I do hope that I may claim your hand for the next dance."

Oh—No.

"I'm afraid that would be quite impossible, Lord Marsh," Anthony spoke up before you could, "As I've already claimed her hand for the next two dances."

You hurriedly tucked your hands behind your back, out of Lord Marsh's view, leaving him unable to see or reach for your dance card. You slapped on a tight smile, nodding.

"Indeed he has, my Lord," You fibbed.

"...Ah," Marsh's gaze darted between the two of you. "Then I am arrived too late."

"I'm afraid so."

"Perhaps later this evening?" Marsh hedged.

"Perhaps," You chirped, just under Anthony's, "Only time will tell."

Lord Marsh gave a short bow, and you dipped a curtsy, eyeing the man's retreating back.

"Hold still," Anthony muttered. You did, glancing back, and frowning as you felt a slight tug on your card.

"What are you doing?" You asked.

"I am putting myself down for the next three dances."

"Three?" Your brows raised, a flattered smile curling your lips as you met his eye over your shoulder. "Lord Bridgerton, you will cause an uproar."

He chuckled, lips ghosting, then pressing gently against your ear before he murmured, "Then it looks like you shall cause a scandal tonight after all."

#Anthony Bridgerton x Reader #Anthony Bridgerton x You #Anthony Bridgerton/Reader #Anthony Bridgerton/You #Anthony Bridgerton fic #Anthony Bridgerton imagine #asks #replies #anon

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dilemmaontwolegs · 9 months

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Transcending Time || CL16 {2}

Charles Leclerc x princess!reader Summary: Destined to be together, you and Charles’ love transcends time to find one another again and finally get the future you never had - the one with a happy ending. Warnings: 18+ only, angst, fluff, flashbacks WC: 2k F1 Masterlist || One || Two || Three

Monaco, 1662 A thousand candles burned in the citadel but their radiance was second only to the smile on Charles’ face as the priest announced your vows were complete. No one but the drunkards and whores would be about at this late hour and not one of them would dare step foot into the church. It ensured the marriage would remain a secret.

“Now our souls are bound to each other in this life and the next,” Charles promised as he sealed it with a kiss. “Not even the devil himself could keep us apart.”

“It’s not the devil I fear.”

The priest had reluctantly done his duty, mostly thanks to the more than fair donation you had squirrelled away in the form of gems and jewels, and he was quick to take his leave after signing the cross over your joined hands. The only sound of his departure was the jingle of the leather purse with each step he took back to the rectory.

When the heavy wooden door creaked closed, Charles cupped your face and gave you a kiss that should have melted the stone carving of the Virgin Mary behind him. “Your brother wouldn’t harm you. No matter what, he cares for you.”

“I couldn’t care less about my safety,” you said as you rested your head on your husband’s chest. “If anything were to happen to you…you are my life, my reason to breathe.”

Monaco, 2023 “Wow, you look just like her,” Charles murmured as he stared up at the old portrait, the colour faded with time.

“That’s my namesake, which doesn’t bode well considering she threw herself off the old prison wall,” you chuckled nervously.

“Why?”

You shrugged and shuffled along to the next portrait of Louis the First. “I don't know, no one talks about her but it must have been bad. Why else would she have been in that place unless she went insane?”

Your brows pinched as the words felt like ash on your tongue. Insane. It was what one tutor had called you after an episode. You couldn't remember what had happened but something during the history lesson had triggered you to lose yourself for a time. It had taken days to regain clarity and shake the cold that seeped into your bones each time it happened.

“Maybe it’s hereditary,” you muttered as your eyes drifted back to the mariner shimmering beyond windows. Longing to feel the cool water on your skin overcame you and the urge was not one you could ever deny. “I need to escape.”

You instructed Charles to the old servant's steps that were easily missed if one didn’t know where to look. His arm tightened around your waist with the first step down the well-worn stonework and you trailed your fingers along the wall like you were greeting an old friend.

“Are we supposed to be here?” Charles whispered despite being alone.

“I would think not, but I have never asked to be sure. Can you keep it a secret? This is the only freedom I have.”

He stumbled to a stop on the step below and kept you balanced off your leg as he turned to face you. Even with the dim lighting you could see the surprise on his face and it made him look younger. “You’re trusting me?” he finally asked, his lips so close to yours that it was impossible not to wonder what they would feel like on yours.

“Would that be a mistake?” A strange feeling washed over you as his thumb caressed the birthmark on your ribs and you swore it burned with familiarity.

“No,” he was quick to answer. “You can trust me, princess.”

You had no evidence to believe him but you did, so you nodded your head to the door at the end of the hall. “It’s just through there.”

He helped you down the last steps that had passed beneath the streets above and watched you find an old iron key stuffed into a crack. “What is this place?”

You turned the key and tugged at the heavy door as watery light flooded into the hall. “Home.”

Monaco, 1661 “I met your mother today.” You sighed sadly and rested your head on Charles’ shoulder as he curled an arm around your waist. “I’ve never met anyone so warm.”

Charles kissed the top of your head where your tiara had sat before he removed it, leaving it with his coat and shoes away from the waters edge. He could hear the longing in your voice and knew just how cold your own mother was towards you. “She always wanted a daughter,” he said as he ran his thumb up and down your side to soothe you. “She would love you.”

Pascale was one of the reasons Charles couldn’t just run away with you, as much as he wanted to free you of the golden chains that imprisoned you. Pascale, Lorenzo and Arthur. Life was not so simple when love was involved. She had been devastated when Hervé had died of the sweating fever over winter and Charles hadn’t been the same since. An air of sadness descended on his shoulders and he worked longer hours to provide for his family.

His pride refused to accept the money you offered to ease his burden so you tried to help in other ways, promoting his business to whatever duke or marquess you happened to be forced to dine with.

“Prince Wilhem is arriving on the morrow,” you whispered as the words threaten to silence you. “I cannot marry him, Charles. If I’m going to die I would rather it be by my hand than that brutes.”

“Please,” he choked on the plea as his eyes reflected the water in the rock pool. “I cannot bear to hear such talk.”

“Then help me,” you begged as you climbed onto his lap, your fingers reaching for the hem of his shirt hanging loose over his trousers. “Save me, Charles. You are the only man I can trust.”

He caught your hands before they could reach for the leather strap that laced his trousers tight over his narrow hips. “I can’t,” he admitted after swallowing deeply and looked away.

Pain lacerated your heart, the ache immediate and immense enough that you looked down to see your corset where a knife should have been. “Why?” you asked before you lost all courage. “Mother told me I wasn’t pretty enough for a love match, is she right?”

Charles hands dropped yours so he could cradle your face and guide your eyes back up to meet him. “Your mother is a bitch, and you are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes upon.”

“Then why? Help me to understand.”

“There are too many reasons why,” he said as he brushed a hand through his hair, tugging at the ends as he did when he was frustrated. It was the first time you had been the cause and not just the witness. “For one, I have been told the first time it hurts and I don’t wish to be the cause of your pain. Two, you are a princess, the princess. And three, you deserve more than losing your maidenhead to a lowly clerk.”

“You are stupid. And your reasons are stupid too,” you growled as you clambered to your feet. “Whatever pain I might have felt with a gentle soul who held my heart would be but a modicum of what Wilhem will do should we be wed.”

You stared down your nose at him, missing the flinch as anger blinded you. “Should I survive his sadistic tendencies long enough to birth his heir then I will only hope I find a better fate than his last two wives and the stillborns that took them to the grave. But thank you for saving me from a momentary pain, Saint Charles.”

You only took two steps before he caught you, his strong fingers wrapping around your wrist and tugging you back into his embrace. His arm snaked across your back and pinned you chest to chest as his head dipped down to capture your lips before you could say another word.

You had felt his kiss on your cheek, on your forehead, on your hand, but never on your lips. His kiss erased all thoughts that weren’t of him, it evaporated the anger and the fear and the pain. His kiss gave you hope in return.

Your hopes were dashed like the waves upon the rocks as he broke the kiss first and pressed his forehead to yours, shaking his head slowly to regain his composure. “I love you, princess, and I cannot make love to you once, knowing it will never happen again.”

Your fingers gathered his shirt in your fists to keep him from taking another step away. “Once? Charles, I want you for a lifetime, hell, eternity wouldn’t be long enough to stop loving you.” You took his hand and placed it over your heart. “This already belongs to you, make my body yours too, ruin me for all others.”

Monaco, 2023 “How has this stayed a secret?” Charles gasped as he stepped out of the doorway and saw the azure waves lapping at the rocks in the sheltered cove.

“Like so much of our history, this too was forgotten,” you said as he helped ease you down to sit on the ledge where you could dip your swollen ankle into the cool water. “I don’t know how long it was abandoned before I came here, possibly centuries.”

Charles sat down beside you, unconcerned about getting his suit dirty from the sand and salt, and pulled off his dress shoes so he could dip his feet in the water too. “So how did you find it?”

You twirled an heirloom ring around your finger and watched how the sunlight caught the crests of the waves and turned the blue to gold like midas’ touch. “Would you believe me if I said I dreamed about it? No one ever does.”

If it is not in the library records, it does not exist. Foolish girl, just like your namesake. You are lucky you are pretty, since you are clearly not intelligent.

You blinked away the memory of the old librarian laughing in your face and found Charles staring at you. “You dreamt of this place?”

“You can laugh, I’m used to it,” you said with a sigh. “It doesn’t change the fact it is true.”

“I believe you.”

You snorted an unladylike laugh and rolled your eyes. “You don’t have to be polite on my account.”

“No, really! I do. I have been having this recurring dream where I trip over a crown of all things and it stabs me in the back.”

Tears started to blur your vision and you rose to your feet, pushing through the pain that flared in your sprained ankle. “I said you could laugh, not ridicule me.”

“No wait,” Charles rushed to follow, his fingers curling around your wrist to keep you from escaping and you both jumped at the static charge that jolted through you. “I wasn’t making fun of you I swear. Look.” He released your hand as he turned and tugged his shirt out of his trousers, lifting the material up to show the sun kissed skin of his lower back, a pale jagged line marring the left side. “No one believes me, they say it’s a birthmark.”

The scar held you in a trance and you reached out to trace its shape, your cold fingertips making Charles shiver beneath your touch. “Tiara, not a crown,” you whispered, letting your hands fall to your side as you recognised the seven sharp points spaced perfectly across his skin. “I believe you.”

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