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A Monégasque Story ( Part 2 ) - Charles Leclerc

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5

Summary of the series - Y/n is Charles' best friend little sister. They grew up together but haven't seen each other's for years. Their relationship seems to take a different turn when Charles stay at her's and her brother's.

Warning - Both Y/n's and Charles' POV, Fem reader, Both Charles and Y/n speaking French (translated) tension, tooth rotting fluff, three years age gap, mature content, 18+, brother's best friend, friends to lovers, she felt first he felt harder...

Disclaimer: I'm French and my English is NOT perfect ⚠️ Please don't stole or repost my stories on any other sites. Btw reblogs are more then welcomed.

After debating on my options for a while, I opted for a restaurant I saw while walking on the marina the other day. I've never been there, but the place look really pretty.

I grab my phone on the counter beside me to increase the volume, as my favorite song starts to play. 

I love the luminosity in this bathroom, and since my brother have one in his bedroom, it's a little bit like this one was mine.

 

Charles swiftly opens the bathroom door, stopping dead in his track as his eyes land on me. I’m eyeing him through the mirror, trying my best not to laugh at his facial expression.

He is barefoot, dress in a simple black pants and a white shirt, visibly in the process of being put on.

« What ? » I let out through a laugh, slowly but surely averting my gaze from his chest. 

He looks at me up and down. "And what are you doing exactly?" a teasing smile made its way on his face as he gets closer to the counter on which Im currently sitting. 

"My makeup." I state simply, knowing really well why he asked. 

He looks down at the makeup products all around me, then back to my eyes.

 

He gets even closer and put his hands on each side of my waist, giving it a squeeze, tickling me lightly.

i let out squeal in a fit of giggle, making him smile. "No shit princess, I can see that. What I want to know is, what you are doing in the sink ?" he says, still holding my waist. 

I maintain eyes contact through the reflection, trying to shake off the fact that my back is pressed against his bare chest.

 

"Well it's simple, that way im closer to the mirror and It help me to see what im doing better." I answer, smiling as I see him nod. 

"Well missy, you're taking all the space so make some room for me will you." I laugh and comply.

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In the car, Charles and Raphael start talking in the front. The music covering up most of their words making it really hard for me to follow the discussion. So after a while, I gave up on trying.

I watch then wind dancing in the leafs, The sweet melody of "never let me go by Florence + the machine" in the background as we drive on the coast. I walk here nearly everyday when Im home but at night it just hits different. 

I glance toward the front of the car, feeling eyes on me. I catch Charles” gaze in the rearview mirror. He’s eyeing me intently, not dropping the eyes contact a second when he sees me looking at him. 

I fell my heart skipping beats.

I avert my eyes from him, looking back to the window.

As if on clock, Raphael pull up in the parking lot, just in front of the restaurant.

I get out of the car, taking my bag on the seat beside me. We get in the restaurant, and one of the waiter immediately reach to us.

"Good evening" he greets with a warm smile. im not going to lie, he is really attractive, and tall. 

I smile up at him "Good evening, do you still have a table on the balcony please ?"

He checks on his tablet and nod "Sure a table for three on the balcony for the gorgeous lady coming right up" he says making me blush a little.

I fell Charles side glance on me.

I turn toward him as I hear him sight, only to see he was sending death glare to the waiter. His entire body was tense. 

Should I be ashamed to say that i liked his reaction ? Yeah probably.

But him being protective over me, it’s making me fell some type of way. 

We make our way outside, to our table. It has the prettiest view on the marina.

Maybe I'm getting good at choosing restaurant. 

The waiter pull a chair out for me, I smile up at him and sat down, whispering a thank you. He smile back.

My brother took a seat on the other side of the table beside Charles, who’s watching me intently like he’s on the verge of saying something, but he shook his head and sat down instead. 

The waiter took our command, but not without making Charles’ blood boil. 

I watch his reactions, trying to contain the smile making it's way on my lips. 

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I sip my drink slowly, chuckling as I listen to the guys fighting over a memory, apparently they don't share the same version.

"Mate I promise you, it never happened." Charles says laughing.

My brother sights, "Bro I wasn't that drunk, and im telling you there was a car. im sure I have a pics somewhere."

Raph gets his phone out of his pocket and began to search in his gallery.

I was there that night and there was indeed a car, but I don't say anything. Wanting to see Charles' reaction when discover his wrong on his suborn face. 

It was 5 years ago at a party my family organised.

They were about eighteen and drunk as heck after stealing alcohol from our parents.

Us and few other teenagers finished at the other end of the neighbourhood. And charles, my brother, Joris and other guys of their friend group broke into someone’s garden, where a Ferrari was parked.

The owner of the property called the police and they finished the night in jail.

"AH!" Raph exclaims showing his screen to Charles, who’s mouth hang open and the memories seem to rush back in his head.

"I was more drunk that I thought" he chuckled.

"My bad Raph, you were right." My brother shrugs "of course I was" he sass.

"it was so stupid to do that tho." 

Charles expression tell me to get ready to be tease. « like you never did something like that ever ? » I shook my head. 

« Well, we need to do something about that. If you haven’t done at least one stupid thing, you haven't lived." he states with a grin painted on his face. 

I playfully roll my eyes at him as he wink in my direction.

Charles' POV : 

I watch Y/n as she stand up and walk toward the bathroom, following her every move till she disappear inside the restaurant. 

Everything about her is captivating. The way she laugh for everything and try to hide it, but her lips can't help but break into a smile every time she hear a joke no matter how lame it is. 

How she always mindlessly reach for her bracelet when she's caught in her head or how her beautiful eyes always seem to flicker down when she's shying away. 

I love the way she never look at anybody in the eyes but she always seems to stare in mine. 

Some things doesn't change and I'm happy to discover that all of this never did. 

I quickly avert my eyes from the door, switching my attention to the waitress arriving with our plates. 

"Merci beaucoup" (Thank you so much.) Raphael say, as she dispose the plates in front of us.

"Vous avez besoin d'autre chose ?" (Do you need anything else ?) she ask kindly,

 I smile up at her "Merci, ça ira pour le moment" (Thank you, we're good for now) She nod "bon appétit."

as she walk away, Y/n reappear on the balcony, with a big smile on her face  "what got you smiling like that ?" Raphael asks laughing.

"I saw the desserts menus, It look so good" she let out excitedly.

I chuckle as she sits back down with hearts in her eyes.

We start eating, just talking and catching up on each other's life. Y/n's is telling us about her favorite place in Paris.

"There's this spot," she marks a pose, swallowing her bite before pursuing "it's hard to describe but it's a sort of café with books literally everywhere and it looks absolutely beautiful, I often go there in the afternoon after school to work and it just fells so magical" she explains, having a hard time contening the happiness in her voice. 

"And Daphné the older woman who owns the café, she sat with me the other day..." I admire the little dimples appearing as a smile appear on her face. "...Her husband worked in the automobile too you know." I raise a brow. "oh yeah?" She nods her head "for alpine."

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"No way he said that to you !" I exclam looking at Raphael with wide eyes. "He did, he so serious about it too" he let out in a laugh. 

"That's crazy mate" I say still chocked. 

Im interrupted by the waiter, coming back to clear the table.

He collect our plates starting by Y/n obviously.

"Est ce que je peux vous servir un dessert ?" (Would you want some dessert ?) He ask looking at her. Im not even sure he's aware that there are other people around this table at this point with how little attention he give to Raphael and I. 

She smile up at him politely. "Je voudrais bien une tarte au citron s'il vous plait. Vous voulez quelque chose ?" ( I would really like a key lime pie please. Do you guys want something ?) she say turning to us.

"Je vais prendre une tarte a la fraise." ( Im going to take a strawberry pie.) Raphael say then reach to the water bottle in the middle of the table.

"Et une mousse au chocolat s'il vous plait. "And I'll go with a chocolate mousse please" I say sending a tight smile at the waiter. 

"Oh I was hesitating between that and the pie, it looks so good too." Y/n say looking at me with a proud look, making me chuckle.

"Donc une tarte au citron, une tarte a la fraise et une mousse au chocolat. Ce sera tout pour vous ?" (Ok so a strawberry pie, a key lime pie and a chocolate mousse do you need anything else ?)

 "No we're ok thank you very much." 

When the dessert arrive, 5 minutes later. I immediately see Y/n glance at my chocolate mousse. I smile at myself knowing very well that im going to score points with my next move.

Y/N's POV :

After asking for the tab, we make our way out of the restaurant really satisfied.

Honestly the all thing was so good but the desserts…incredible.

Charles as been the kindest by letting me taste his chocolate mousse, well we actually ended up sharing it because it was too good.

It might be updated as my favorite restaurant.

The temperature outside is so cozy, it’s windy but not chilly, it’s the perfect summer weather.

I turn toward the guys "Do you want to go home now or are we still doing something ?"

Charles give me a questioning look “what do you want to do ?”

Well I don’t know, I’m just not ready to go home yet.

My brother check is watch, “how about we walk on the marina for a little while then ?”

I smile at him, happy that he understand what I mint, “Charles is it ok for you ?”

He smile “Fine by me.” He put his hand on the small of my back leading me to the car.

He open the door for me, waiting patiently till im well installed before closing it.

The drive took us toward 6mn, I’m not sure it was necessary to take the car, but at the same time I wouldn’t have appreciated the walk back with all those slopes.

We start walking, admiring the view, when a guy run by, “hey Charles” he say sending a little wave our way before continuing his workout.

“Do you really get recognise by everyone here ?” I ask him a bit curious about how it all works out.

He chuckled “Well not by everyone, or at least not everyone make it known but I don’t know, it depends of the places I guess,” Charles say as he come to a stop.

"Do you guys want to take a quick trip." He says looking at his boat.

Charles put the key into the ignition, starting the boat.

"Do you want to steer ?" he ask me.

"No not really it’s too dark." I was quick to answer. Not wanting to admit that I still don’t know how drive a boat, even if I own a bunch of them.

Once we’re far enough from the coast. We get confortable on the desk fournitures with some drinks.

“Joris told me that you run into THE tifosy at the bakery the other day” Raphael tell Charles.

Charles laugh as he seem to recall the moment. “Yeah I did, it was pretty funny actually, they are so kind”

I look between the two of them, not getting the discussion.

“It’s a group of fan that we meet, I think 2 years ago in monza. We we’re in the same restaurant, and we end up eating together, and it was really to get to know fan, and have a real discussion.” He say with a little smile. I love when he make that face it’s so cute.

“How is Joris by the way, It’s been a while since we talked, I need to meet up with him ! “ I ask genuinely curious.

Charles look at me a bit perplexed “He’s okay ?" He say, the words sounding more like a question than an affirmation.

"When did you guys last met up ?" He ask, curiosity written all over his face.

I"I don’t really remember, a week ago maybe." I answer, not thinking much of it.

He shift in his seat "I didn’t know you guys were still hanging out."

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We decided to spend the night on the boat after realising how late it was.

There’s two cabins so Charles and Raphael are sharing one and I have my own.

I get in the shower and turn on the water, letting it heat up a little.

I try to remove my makeup the best I can with the shower gel. It’s not ideal, but it’s better than not.

Once Im done brushing my teeth with one of the numerous toothbrush kit displayed in the drawer, i open the door.

I directly feel the fresh air of the hallway hitting my still hot skin.

Charles gets out of his room at the same time. His head down, looking at his phone. I remember what im wearing when he look up.

He let his eyes linger down my body, still silent, i just hear the faint shaky breath that come out of his mouth. My towel isn't as long as I would have liked it to be right now. I try to push it down a little.

He clears his throat and gets past me, no word exchange as he closes the bathroom door behind him.

I let out a sight I didn't even know I was holding, all flustered. I open my bedroom door and close it right behind me slowly coming back to my senses.

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I open my eyes, stirring a little before immediately looking to my side searching for my phone.

2:30 am seriously ? I groan, felling the dryness of my throat. 

I puch the sheets away, getting up with little to zero motivation.

I quietly make my way to the kitchen trying to not make any sound as I open the cabinets.

As I finish filling my glass, I hear some sound coming from downstairs. 

Next thing I know the tall figure of Charles make his way to me. 

"Can't sleep ?" he ask taking the water pichet from my hand serving himself a glass. 

I nod, looking at him. 

I puch myself from the counter, the kitchen feeling a little to small for us two.

I make my way to the deck, sitting on one of the deckchair.

Charles take his glass in hand and do exactly the same I just did, siting by my side.

We look up at the sky full of stars. It never ever fail to amaze me how it happens every night, and still manage to look unique. 

The city lights shining , showing us the life happening all around. There's something so peaceful and reassuring in the air. Like time was slower.

Every single one of this little lights we’re admiring, are houses with peoples doing exactly the same as us, trying to have 60 seconds of calm. 

I fell Charles eyes on me so I turn to look at him. We maintain eyes contact for a second.

"What ?" I finally let out, intimidated by his attention. He smirk then shrugs. "Nothing. Just admiring you." he say casually. 

I fell the blood rush into my cheeks and I quickly look away, to worked up by his words. He chuckle taking my hand in his. 

I look back at him not really sure of what was happening. He draw shape on my hand with his thumb and look up at me.

"Do you remember when we where little, we drew stuff on each other skin and we had to guess what it was ?" He say, his movement on my skin never stopping. 

"Yeah I do remember ! And I also remember that you loved to draw random stuff that where completely impossible to guess." I tease.

He raise his brows at me. "It wasn't impossible you just weren't good enough at this game to find out what it was."

I laugh, "Oh yeah, so drawing a car motor isn't weird according to you ?" I tell him smiling at the memories. 

"Not at all." He say not even slightly convinced by himself, making me laugh. 

"Ok, how about, you give me a second chance to prove you I'm good at drawing ?" He say confidently putting his glass down beside him. "show me what you got." 

I look away from our hands and he began to move is thumb delicately on my palm, a focused look on his face. I try not to fidget at the slight touch, tickling my skin. 

After a while he looking up at me expectantly. "So, your guess ?"

To be honest I didn't pay any attention to it so I have no idea what to say. So I decided to give a wild guess "hmm, a rose ?" I state sounding more like a question then intended. 

He chuckled, "Nope, it was a snowman ! See you're no good at this." He tease with a growing smirk on his face. 

I roll my eyes, trying to suppress a smile from my lips. "give me your hand." I say and he willingly give me his hand "bossy."

I try to think of an idea as quickly as possible, Charles wait patiently looking at the stars. "Ok, close your eyes." I ask once I found my drawing. He did as I say and I process to draw the form on his hand.

I take my time, giving my best. He open his eyes and look at me a grin plastered on his lips, " I think I know." My eyes brow furrowed. "how do you mean ? I only did it once." He shrugs. 

"Ok, give me your impression ?" I say, thinking there no way he got it right the first time. "a treble clef !" He say confidently. 

My mouth hang open. How did he ?  His grin just get bigger and bigger. "I give up." I say raising both my hand in the air, making him chuckled.

"your not that bad" he say sarcasm drolling from his word as he pull me against him. I immediately relax into his hold. "sure." I sight against my neck rolling his eyes, putting my arms around him.

"Tu m'as manquer." (I missed you.) he whispered in my ear, I shiver feeling his hot breath against my skin. "Toi aussi." ( I missed you too.) I whisper back and he squeeze me lightly.

I can't help but smile. I missed this so much. Our relationship have always been so precious for me. It's like we were still ten in my garden, like we never leaved.

To be continued….

Part 3 >>

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The moment...

...they consciously ended up on each other's radar

...they became awed/intrigued by each other

...each other's opinions started mattering most

...they realised they really do get each other

...they became attracted to each other

...they started crushing hardcore on each other

...they realised the interest was mutual

...they realised they were falling/had fallen for the other

...they realised they were in hella deep

...the intensity of their lovesickness became unbearable

...they finally let themselves be in love

...they knew they were each other's forever girl/boy

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Punch At First Sight

Summary: Anthony Lockwood x Fe!Reader -> You and Lockwood have met a few times before, however after a punch to the face for the third time, Lockwood, which a push from Lucy, decides to make things different.

Disclaimer: Multiple uses of the f-word. Mentions of accidental violence, ghosts, Kipps being a dick, a slap across the face. Fluff, angst, hints of jealousy, and Lucy giving Lockwood a needed talking to. Not Proof Read.

It was meant to be an easy case. 

A couple of type ones haunting an abandoned building just outside of London. The local ghost hunters had all created that big of a myth they had scared themselves away. And the cost of a Fittes agent was too high of a price for the type of ghosts they had. So, Lockwood and Co were the business chosen. 

Only, it would have been nice to know if one of the previous agents had reached out to an old friend to take care of the job as well. 

But, no. 

Instead, whilst listening out for the ghosts, Lockwood stepped around a corner and when getting ready to attack what he thought was a ghost, he was met with a punch to the face and then a voice calling out; “Oh my god, you’re human.”

“Do you make a habit of punching ghosts?”

Then, through watered eyes, he saw the outline of the person who had punched him and it seemed she had clear enough vision in the dark to recognise him. 

“Lockwood?”

“Wait.” he knew that voice. “Y/n?”

“Holy crap. I am so sorry. Are you okay? Wait. Why are you even here?”

“The same as you, I’m guessing. Unless you tend to sneak into abandoned buildings at two in the morning.”

“Sophie didn’t even tell me they hired someone else. Are you sure you’re alright?”

Lockwood managed to stand up straight this time just as Lucy and George came running round the corner. 

“We heard a scream.”

“What’s going on?”

George looked from Lockwood to you. “Y/n?”

“Hi, George.”

“What are you doing here?”

“Nice to see you, too.”

“She was hired.” Lockwood explained just before Lucy spotted him. 

“Holy crap, are you okay?”

Lockwood nodded. “Just a little stunned.”

“I really am sorry.”

“We really have to stop meeting like this.” Lockwood said, with a slight smile as he looked at you. 

Then came a scream. 

“Considering we’re all here and considering no-one else was hired to do this job-” George began. 

“That wasn’t a human.” Lucy finished. 

“And since we’re here with minimal weapons.”

One of the ghosts, a woman, came floating through a wall and turned to look at them. 

“Run?” you offered. 

“Run.” Lucy replied. 

Making a break for it, you all tried to outrun the ghost before another one of her friends joined her, pushing all four of you down a different corridor. 

“I’m Lucy, by the way.”

“Y/n. Nice to meet you.”

“You, too.”

By the time the sun was beginning to rise over the city, you all made it back to Portland Row where a fresh bruise had made its way to decorate Lockwood’s face. 

“You have a hell of a punch.” Lockwood said before prodding his own bruise in his reflection of the pan on the stove. 

You chuckled, pulling a bag of peas from the freezer before closing it and walking over. “Quit moaning. It could have been worse. Here.”

Standing, Lockwood seemed to have grown even taller than you. Taller than when you’d both last met. 

Looking at you, you watched as his eyes closed at the cold contact of the bag as you pressed it to his face. 

“Hold it there for a while. It should help with the swelling.”

“You know, we really need to stop meeting like this.”

You narrowed your gaze a little and clicked your tongue. “You’ve already used that line.”

“Have I?” Lockwood seemed to think for a moment before, “Oh, yeah. Suppose I have. But it is true.”

“Hey, the first time was an accident. I thought you were trying to-”

“The first time is an accident, three times is a pattern.”

You smiled sheepishly. “An accidental pattern.”

“Sure about that?”

“Yes.” you said before, “Maybe? Can never be too careful when hunting alone.”

Lockwood’s demeanour changed for a moment. “Alone? You’re hunting alone again?”

“Relax. I’m safe enough.” 

You moved backwards and began to tidy the kitchen a little to give yourself something to do whilst Lockwood leaned back against the kitchen counter, lowering the frozen bag from his face so he could watch you more closely. 

“Are you?”

“Yes, Lockwood. I’m fine. Honestly, you don’t have to worry about me.”

“Doesn’t mean I won’t.”

You held his gaze for a moment, a million thoughts running through your head until it landed on He’s just a friend…

From there, you shifted yourself from the kitchen table and placed the empty glasses in your hand in the sink beside him. 

“Move here.”

“What?”

Lockwood stood tall once more and turned to face you properly. “Move in here. Lucy got a deal when she bought her bed, so she’s got a second one spare. We can set it up on the other side of the loft. I don’t like the thought of you hunting alone.”

“Lockwood, I said I’m fine.”

“What happens if something happens to you? Look, I can put you on the payroll so it won’t be a favour. You’ll be working with us. And you’ll have a team behind you. You’ll also be safe. Please.”

“Lockwood-”

“Please.”

Looking up at him, you saw the desperation in his eyes. 

It wasn’t often he opened himself up or let himself show any kind of vulnerability but when he did…

“Okay. Fine. But you can’t hover over me.”

“I don’t hover.”

“You hover.”

“No I don’t.” 

“Why did George kick you out of the Archive room in the last case we were in together?”

Lockwood thought back and when he didn’t answer, you answered for him. 

“Because you hover.”

“Okay, maybe I hover a little.”

“But before anything is written, the others have to agree. Lucy, too.”

“She will. I know so. It’ll be nice for her to not be outnumbered.”

You moved in three days later.

Lucy had prepared the spare bed for you and even decorated the walls behind your bed with a couple of pictures she found in some old boxes that had yourself, George and Lockwood in them. 

“I didn’t know what you’d want to do, but I thought I would do something to help at least.”

“I love it.” you smiled, dropping one of the boxes onto your bed. “Thank you.”

Over the following week, yourself and Lucy got to know one another, sharing stories late into the night when researching cases and in desperate need of a break. 

Lucy came to learn what Lockwood meant by the punch when you all met not being the first time. You came to find out what brought Lucy to London. And you both came to discover that, with the right planning, you could both scare Lockwood and George. 

Only, one night, George and Lucy decided to tag team which also gave them a chance to talk about you and Lockwood. 

“Do they know? They have to know.”

“Don’t bother.” George sighed. “Three years and nothing has changed.”

“They’ve been like that for three years?”

George just nodded. 

“Seriously?”

“You know I walked into the kitchen yesterday and they were slow dancing in the kitchen and…it was like nothing happened.”

“Yeah…” 

“What?”

“What?” Lucy asked. 

“Your face. You have that…look.”

“What look?”

“The “I’m making a plan” face.”

“Maybe because I am.”

“Well then?”

“What if we tried?”

“I already have.”

“Maybe,” Lucy nodded. “But that was then. Now you’ve got me. Tag-team. What do you say?”

“Well, considering it would take an earthquake to wake them both up from whatever coma they’ve convinced themselves that they’re in…sure. Why not? But how.”

“I haven’t got that far into the plan yet.”

But it didn’t take too long. 

After six months of living with each other, the plan practically made itself. The chemistry between yourself and Lockwood was palpable and even more so when you were outside together. 

Like when you and Lockwood were in the library with George and Lucy where Lockwood was standing behind you, reading the section of paper you were pointing to, his arms caging you in from where you sat, when a group of Fittes Agents waltzed over. 

“You might want to give your girlfriend a little breathing room, Tony. After all, PDA can be off putting especially in such a public place.”

Standing, and not denying it, Lockwood practically burned Kipps a hole in the ground for him to fall through. 

“Relax, Tony. Just having a little fun. So, are you going to introduce me to your girlfriend?”

“I’m not his girlfriend.”

“She’s not my girlfriend.”

Kipps couldn’t help but widen his smile. “You’re not. Well then, Tony.”

However, you were up like a shot standing beside Lockwood. “But I would be very careful in your next choice of words. He might not be my boyfriend but he is my friend.”

Closer up, Kipps seemed to recognise you. Or at least, that’s what his face told you. 

“You know, for all the people in the world, I wouldn't have considered one of the best rogue agents being best buddies with our very own Anthony Lockwood.”

“And why not?”

“Although, rogue is very fitting for Tony. After all, it was breaking the rules that got him into trouble in the first place. Sweetheart, if I were you, I’d walk away whilst you still can.”

The only thing anyone could remember was hearing the contact of your palm across Kipps’ cheek and the red mark left in its place. 

“Fuck you.”

It took a moment to get over the shock before Kipps and his team walked away and you relaxed a little before grabbing your jacket and telling the others you’d be back. 

“Are you-”

“I’m fine, Lockwood. I’ll be back in five.”

It was in those five minutes that one of Kipps’ team found you by the vending machine. 

“I’m sorry about what he said.”

“Why? You didn’t say it. And I’m guessing you’re assigned to be with him.”

“Still, I could have said something to stop him and I didn’t.”

“Something tells me even if you did, he still would have said it anyway.”

“Maybe.”

“What’s your name?”

“Victor.”

“Nice to meet you,Victor.”

Meanwhile, across the room and up a level, Lucy spotted you talking to Victor. Even laughing every once in a while. And when Lockwood joined her, she saw the pain in his eyes before a brick wall came up. 

“We should be getting ready. George found something. I’ll be back in a minute.”

For the rest of the day, Lockwood seemed closed up. Especially towards you. 

“What is your problem?” you eventually asked him. 

“Nothing.”

“Lockwood, I heard you snap at Lucy earlier.”

“She made a mistake.”

“Exactly,” you cut him off. “A mistake. And she’s never made one before.”

“One that could have put one of us in serious danger-”

“We were outside the perimeter.” You could have laughed, until Lockwood asked you a question you weren't expecting. 

“Do you like him?”

“Who?”

“The guy you were talking to earlier.”

“Kipps? You did see me slap him, didn’t you-”

“Not Kipps. Vinny. Or Vincent or…whatever his name is.”

You thought back for a moment. “Victor.”

Lockwood nodded. 

“Do I like him? What are we? 12?”

“Just answer the question.”

“Why?”

“Because I need to know if you’re fraternising with the enemy.”

You laughed. “Fraternizing?”

But when Lockwood didn’t change, you did. 

“You know what, fuck you, Lockwood. What I do with my time outside of work is no concern to you. You know what, do this yourself. I’ll go and help George.”

A few minutes later, Lucy walked inside the room to a very grumpy Lockwood. 

“What the hell did you do? Fraternising? This isn’t Bridgerton, Lockwood.”

“Will you just help with the set-up?”

Sighing, Lucy did as she was told, but not before telling Lockwood a couple things he desperately needed to hear. 

“You’re gonna lose her.”

“What?”

Picking up some of the iron chains and laying them down, Lucy explained. “It might not be Victor, but one day it will be someone. And it probably won’t be long before they come along and whisk her away from your grumpy arse because you’re too stubborn to tell her the truth.”

“What truth?”

“That you like her. Love her, even. If my gut feeling is right. And it usually is.”

“Lucy-”

“Look, you can go on being an arsehole because you’re scared. Or you can talk to her. All I’m saying is do something about it before somebody else does. Both me and George have seen the way you look at her. It’s more than you want to admit, Lockwood. But one day you’re going to have to, or else you are going to lose her and all you’ll have is a bruised eye and a broken nose once every couple of years, if that.”

Lucy didn’t say anything else after that but Lockwood did apologise for snapping at her earlier which she forgave him for after calling him a frustrating bastard. From then, she watched as you all completed the job together and that look that she often saw in Lockwood’s eyes, returned when he looked at you. 

Yet, by the time you had all gotten home, he still hadn't apologised to you. So, with a hard nudge from Lucy, Lockwood finally made his way to find you. 

“Do something before somebody else does, and that includes apologising. And she’s in the Library. Goodnight.”

Lockwood stood outside of the Library door for a while, trying his best to find the right words so he wouldn’t end up with a broken nose, despite how much he probably deserved one. 

You had lit the fire to try and cancel out the cold that had seeped in through a forgotten open window, and if you didn’t know any better, you would have thought it was midnight, not 6 in the morning. 

“Hey.”

Looking behind you, you tried your best not to roll your eyes at Lockwood as he walked inside. 

“I’m just looking over some old cases. Just so you know that I’m not fraternising with the enemy by reading a book.”

“I shouldn’t have said it like that.” Lockwood began. “I shouldn’t have said it at all. I just…I guess I panicked.”

“That’s a bullshit excuse and you know it.”

“You’re right. And I’m sorry.”

You looked at him.

“Really, really sorry. For the fraternising comment and the bullshit excuse.”

You took a minute and it was the longest minute of his life. 

“Okay, guess I can forgive you.”

“I’m still sorry.”

“I know, that’s why I forgave you. But a cup of tea wouldn’t hurt.”

Lockwood smiled. “Okay. One tea coming up.”

Only, as he walked away, you answered his question. 

“And I’m not…fraternising with the enemy. Victor and I were just talking. I think you’d like him. I think he might hate Kipps just as much as you do. And, no.” you shook your head. “I don’t like him. Just so you know…”

Lockwood nodded and for a moment, turned to walk away until Lucy’s words echoed again in his head. 

“Do something about it, before somebody else does.”

So he did. 

Sighing under his breath, he took the jump, turned around and reached for you. 

Taking your head in his hands, he cupped your jaw before bringing your lips to his. At first, it shocked you and for a split second, he thought he was about to get his nose broken for good this time. 

Until you kissed back. 

You felt yourself stumble a little but Lockwood caught you, holding you close to him before his forehead came to touch yours, your eyes still closed. 

“Wow.”

“I’m sorry but I just had to-”

You shook your head, “Don’t apologise.”

“No?”

You couldn’t help but smile. “No.”

“So you’re not going to break my nose.”

“Not this time,” you laughed a little. 

“Okay…then I’m gonna jump. I like you. Well, I more than like you. Like way, way more. And I…I want to do something about it before someone else does.”

“Like Victor?”

“Yeah,” Lockwood laughed a little. “Like Victor.”

“Then…good. I’m glad you finally jumped.”

“You are.”

You nodded. “I mean, you have terrible timing but yeah, I’m glad you jumped.”

“Good.”

“Good. Now, are you gonna kiss me again or am I gonna have to-”

Lockwood didn’t need telling twice. 

#anthony lockwood x reader #anthony lockwood x fe!reader #quill kipps #lucy carlyle #george karim #anthony lockwood #lockwood and co #netflix #lockwood and co fanfic #lockwood fanfic #fluff #angst #swearing #pining #hints of she fell first but he fell harder #falling in love #kissing #ghosts #renew lockwood and co

[thekaiserroll]

I was just reminded of a manga called There's No Way I'm The Protagonist (it's quite fun; I recommend it) and then of course I thought to myself what it would be like if it was about Zoro and Sanji.

Some college students think that Nami and Zoro are dating. They're rumored to be childhood friends, and they're clearly very close. Zoro is this cool and mysterious man with scars who rarely talks to anyone, and Nami is a sweet woman and a top of her class student. Plus, they're both extremely attractive. It's almost like they came out of a romance novel. And Sanji loves romance novels. He loves watching people in love, and he often makes up various scenarios in his head with lots of tender moments.

One day, Sanji is forced to move out of his flat and when he goes to greet the neighbours in his new place, he finds out he lives right next to Zoro. At first, he's excited about it, but then he learns what that marimo is really like. He's a rude, sword-obsessed musclehead. And when he sees a bunch of empty take out boxes, he snaps, because how dare he do that to his body? He should take better care of himself! He decides to share the meals he cooks with Zoro and marimo agrees because it's free and delicious food. Eventually, they end up spending a lot of time with each other, and they rather quickly become friends.

After a few weeks, Sanji finally gets to properly meet Nami... who's also not what she seems. She can be childish and quick to anger, and she's money-obsessed. Despite that, Sanji still finds her charming. Both she and Zoro may have their own flaws, but they're good people. They may bicker a lot, but they suit each other, Sanji thinks to himself as he observes their interactions. So his shipping continues. He really roots for them because he wants his friends to be happy.

Imagine his surprise when, one day, Zoro confesses his feelings for him. And in his shock, he agrees to date him.

#I think it kinda suits Sanji #he's always so oblivious to others' feelings towards him #and he's usually the one doing the courting so being courted makes his brain stop working #when Zoro tells Nami about their relationship she's clearly upset #at first Sanji thinks it's jealousy so he thinks about ways how to end this relationship #but with time it gets harder to do it. He seriously falls for Zoro #it turns out later on that Nami was worried Sanji wouldn't take this relationship seriously and end up hurting Zoro #she's actually a lesbian and in love with Vivi #she never corrected anyone when someone assumed she was with Zoro because she wanted to be left alone

[zeus-favorite-child]

why is this certain line so sokkla coded from azula pov 😭😭😭😭

#sokkla #sokka x azula #atla #azula #sokka #you know she falls for him first #but he falls for her harder 😆

[pinkrasberryfish]

A Court of Blood & Mercy - Chapter 29 "And Everything Was Perfect" now available! 🖤🩸🥀

#he falls first #she falls harder #elriel #elriel fic #elriel fan fic #elriel fan fics #elriel fanfiction #elriel fan fiction #elain and azriel #elain x azriel #azriel x elain #pro elriel #elriel endgame #elriel fics #elriel forever #dark royal elriel

[white-nolse]

In your ships, who fell first and who fell harder?

#Honestly I started to think about this for a bit ago #Nori is the one to fall first tbh #While Lia fell harder for him #And with Jotaro is the opposite #she fell first he fell harder #self ship #oc x canon #selfshiping

[kitkam7]

I NEED TO KNOW WHY NO ONE IS TALKING ABOUT THIS MOVIE?!

So, this movie is russian (please WATCH IT WITH SUB, ITS SO WORTH IT!) And the story goes something like this:

A long time ago, people in this town were afraid of dragons, in order to avoid death and destruction they used to sacrifice virgin girls. All of that changed one day when two lovers were separated, for the girl got taken by the dragon. Her lover didn't want to give her up, so he went and searched for the dragon's island. Sadly when he found it, the girl was already gone, he avenged her by killing the beast, then returned home.

Everyone was happy because the dragon is no longer a threat, and that's how things had been for the last couple of years until THE STORY OF THIS MOVIE.

**NO SPOILERS**

Mira (our main character) is betrothed to "Igor", the day of the wedding they prepared her as if she's supposed to be sacrificed to the dragon...as you may anticipate things don't go as planned.

Mira now wakes up on an island, bound and trying to get back home, but she's not alone...

IT *IS* A LOVE STORY, IT IS BEAUTIFUL in some places is available in Amazon Prime, but if not I can assure you it's on the internet.

I loved the story and I REALLY LIKED MIRA, she wasn't trying to be a damsel in distress!!!

The main couple it's one of my favourites and I want to treasure them forever🩷🩷🩷🩷

Please PLEASE go and watch this movie

#movie #must watch #Mira #Dragons #I dragon #я драгон #love story #Arman #Mira x Arman #he falls first she falls HARDER #please watch it #perfect for a #fourth wing #fan #i am dragon

[kakushino]

Wake up babe, new OTP dropped

Haruno Sakura (Naruto) x Uzui Tengen (KNY)

#kakushi diary #i have feelings about this ship okay #*rotates them like in a microwave* #they would be so cute together okay #hear me out #he falls in love with her at first shout #when she destroys a boulder he falls even harder

[teamhandsometcth]

A Monégasque Story ( Part 1 ) - Charles Leclerc

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5

Summary of the series - Y/n is Charles' best friend little sister. They grew up together but haven't seen each other's for years. Their relationship seems to take a different turn when Charles stay at her’s and her brother's.

Warning - Both Y/n's and Charles' POV, Fem reader, Both Charles and Y/n speaking French (translated) tension, tooth rotting fluff, three years age gap, mature content, 18+, brother's best friend, friends to lovers, she felt first he felt harder...

Disclaimer : I'm French and my English is NOT perfect ⚠️ Please don't stole or repost my stories on any other sites. Btw reblogs are more then welcomed.

Here I am, laying on my best friend's parents couch after spending the last 24 hours doing exactly that plus dealing with a massive hungover.

My flight landed in Monaco three days ago, and since that, Giselle and I have been glued to each other.

We didn't get to see each other much lately, I've been so busy with my finals. And with us living in different places, Giselle in London, and me in Paris, it's complicated to match our plannings.

I called her the very moment after landing, which quickly resulted to her proposing to celebrate the start of summer break (get drunk) with our friends. And that's exactly what we did. Wish resulted to our current state.

She hand me a cup of tea for the third time this afternoon, as we're desperately trying to find a place to spend the other half of our vacation.

I sit up and slightly roll up the sleeves of my cardigan before taking the cup. "Why don't we stay simple ? I think Italy would be the perfect place. It's sunny, the food is delicious, and the men are too..." I propose, a teasing smile dancing on my lips.

She laugh and shook her head lightly. "the men part does not work as an argument for me."

I meet her gaze, a knowing expression plastered on my face. "fair enough. Although I'm kind of up for a summer flying. You know, get to think about something else than work !"

"Can't relate, I never think about work." Giselle say calmly bringing her cup to her lips. I let out a laugh at her statement.

My phone suddenly start going off. I bend over to grab it from the coffee table, trying my best not to fall off the couch.

I unlock my phone, and quickly glance at the text conversation between my brother and I.

He was asking at what time I plan to get home. I quickly tap an answer before putting my phone back down.

Two empty cups and equal number of unread messages from Raphael later. Im finally standing at the front door.

"Text me when you're home !" Gisele shout from the kitchen. "yup." I answer loudly enough for her to hear before closing the door behind me.

I live in Paris since I started college, and even if I fly back to Monte Carlos often, I still miss it here.

My parents sold out our family home two years ago, since we weren't living with them anymore. Plus, they were always talking about traveling around the world just the two of them, and how exciting it will be to have this adventure for their marriage.

Even if it broke my heart to say goodbye to this house, that hold so many of my childhood memories, im really happy for them. So now, when im back in town, I usually go to my brother's.

It take me  less than 15 minutes to walk there, as I enjoy the view of the sun starting set slowly. I missed it so much. One of the thing I love the most about Monaco is how little it is, you can literally walk everywhere. Ironically enough, it's also what I hated the most about living here when I was a teenager, it seemed like my world was so little. Now I found peace in coming back here, it seems like time stop for a moment.

Once at the flat, I close the front door behind me and drop my bag on the couch.

The windows are open, letting a soft breeze dance between the sheers as the golden light from the now lot lower sun fill the living room.

I sat down on the couch, and send a quick message to Giselle to tell her I got home safe, Knowing that if I forget, she's going to come see for herself. She can be such a drama queen sometimes, and I love her for that.

I make my way toward my bedroom wanting only one thing, take a long hot shower. But as i pass the guest room a voice catch my attention.

I furrow my eyes brow as hear someone speak but it's not my brother. It sound familiar but I can't seem to remember where I heard it.

I push the door open, and my eyes directly fall on a pair of green ones. I frown, not only they seem familiar but I know exactly who own them.

And just like that, everything stop. I dive deeply into them, my breath become shorter and my mind goes back where my teenager heart installed itself years ago.

7 years earlier :

I am on the porch of my family house sitting on the staircase, my back against the gate. Observing my brother and his friends playing basket in our garden, a book with the world cheesiest cover in my hand. I was mesmerized by it, it was my first romance book ever and it made me dream of something I didn't know I wanted. Love.

As my eye travel between the pages I can't repress the big smile of pure euphoria off of my fifteen years old face.

I only detached my curious eyes off the words when I see a shadow approach. I quickly shut the book and look up, only to see Charles. "Hey."  I say a little too flustered. "Hey you too, what are you reading ?" he say trying to catch the book in my hand, I try an escape but he take it from my grip with a devious smile.

I wasn't particularly ashamed of reading romance, but definitely ashamed that my crush just caught me reading it, which is so gross.

He look at the cover, with a teasing grin on his perfectly sculptured face.

"Oh I seeeee," I drop my head between my knee and let out an ashamed groan. He giggle, "Stop being so shy, im just teasing you. This is so cute honestly."

"Charles stop I don't want to speak about that with you." I tell him, ready for a hole to open under me and swallow me entirely.

He kneel in front of me, make me raise my head by taking my chin between his hand, caressing it softly. "You know you don't have to be ashamed with me, it's good." He say softly. " It's completely normal for you to find interest in that, everyone do at our age, it's called being a teenager." He laugh lightly, I do too relaxing a little.

"But seriously, if you have any questions whatever it is you can ask me, I will be happy to help you."

I blush, look down then look back up at him again. "thank you Charlie."

"Charles ?" I ask in shock.

I stand there, completely stuck in place. I literally fell my heart beating in every fibers of my skin.

He look so handsome. I take my time to look at him up and down, taking in every changes and details. Don't get me wrong, I watch formula one so I know what he look like. It's just that it's been a while since I've seen him for real.

I finally look back in his eyes, just to discover he was doing the exact same thing I was doing a second ago. He was gazing intently at every curve and part of me, like he was trying to learn every single one of them.

When his beautiful green-ish colored eyes cross my again, smiles broke on both of our faces. 

"Salut," (hi ) He let out suddenly,  His voice holding an inch of hesitation and shyness in it. It's so freaking cute.

I try to contain my smile, still not believing my eyes. "Salut,"

Charles is my brother's best-friend. We grew up together, and for as far as can remember, I always had a crush on him. How could I not.

It has been one sided for the most part. Till 4 years ago when he started to reciprocate, we kind of started something but not so long after, I was leaving for Paris.

Since that, we keep on missing each other. Every time im here he's out of town, and vise versa. We didn't talk during this 4 years. We just kind of got on with our lives.

"Raph m'as pas dit que tu venais. T'es arrivé quand ?" ( Raph didn't tell me you were coming, when did you get here ? ) I say in disbelief, while going for a quick hug.

"J'ai atterri ce matin. C'était pas prévu mais je vais être à Monaco pour quelles semaines." ( I landed this morning actually. It wasn't planned, but im going to be in Monaco for a couple of weeks.) Charles smile as I pull away, he look at me up and down again. It make me weak in the knees and I fell like somehow he knows it.

As I look away my gaze catch a luggage at the foot of the bed. I look back at Charles in confusion. "You're staying here ?"

Charles nod lightly "Only for a couple of days. I let one of my friend and his girlfriend crash at my place since they are in town for a couple of weeks, and I wasn't supposed to be home for a while."

He's still not taking his eyes off of me, making me melt under his gaze.

He lock eyes with me, not saying anything. I love the way he look at me, he make me fell special. He blush when he realize he was staring.

He clear his throat lightly, "I was one the phone with your brother just before you got here and he's going to be out for a while, something to do with one of the boat."

I nod, "Right, well what do you want to do meanwhile ?" I question.

He smile at me "Viens avec moi, j'ai besoin d'aide pour défaire mes bagages." ( Come with me, I need help with unpacking. ) he say his hand delicately going on the small of my back slightly pushing me toward his luggage.

We start to unpack, Charles stand by the drawer, as im siting on the bed passing him his clothes. Catching up on what happened in our lives lately.

"J'ai hâte de la rencontrer, je suis sur qu’elle a des super pouvoirs. J'ai jamais vu Raph s'attacher autant à quelqu'un avant." ( Im actually quite impatient to meet this girl, im sure she have super powers. I've never seen Raph head over heels over someone before. )

I nod at him smiling at the thought "Il l'est vraiment. Et c'est vrai qu'elle est incroyable" ( Yeah, he really his. And she is pretty amazing I might add.) here he his again looking at me ready to tease me.

"Je suis certain que tu dis pas ça juste parce que c'est ta meilleure amie !"( Im sure you're not saying that because she is your best friend !) I chock my head, a smile on my lips. "Non pas du tout. Toute les personnes qui me fréquente sont genial" (No I'm not, every person who frequent me are incredible.) I say jokingly.

"Je devrai rester coller a toi alors" ( I should stay as close to you as possible then! ) He state teasingly. I don't know how long he's actually planning on staying but im gonna have a pretty hard time if he continue to say things like that to me. Im already so overwhelmed with emotions and it's only been an hour.

I always thought the silly crush I had on him will stay in my childhood, like something I will think about and be like "how could that happen". but here I am feeling this exact same sensations I was feeling on that porch, like nothing really changed.

Im not naive. I don't expect anything from him. I already kind of experimented how he is when it comes to relationships, and that’s not attractive to me.

We continue to unpack everything, while he's telling me some behind the scene of formula one. I love listening to him talking about his work, he's so passionate about it and excited to explain every details of it. It's charming.

"So what are you planning to do while you’re in break ?" We moved to his bed, after we finished organizing everything. I sat in front of his lied down body.

"I don't know actually, it's been a while since I've been here for more than two days." He began, stirring up a little. "I think I'm just happy to get to be with you and Raph, so whatever we do is fine by me" the biggest smile made its way on my face. "Thank you for saying that." he smile back "it's true."

He get up to take something out of the front pocket of his travel bag. "Wish made me think, I have something for you." he get back to me with a little package in his hand and give it to me.

I furrow my eyebrows at him as open it, just to see a gorgeous necklace with a little charm dawdling at the end of it. "It's so pretty, but why?" I say locking eyes with him. Im in aww, my literally eyes shining, "I saw it a few months ago when I was in Italy and it made me think of you, so I buy it and since im here I thought it was the perfect occasion to give it to you."

My eyes widened "Slow down a minutes, you buy this months ago ? Did you already knew you we were going to see each other ? I don't understand." I say with a confused expression.

He chock his head, "No I didn't, but I knew I was going to see you at some point, and I wanted to have it then." I blush at his thoughtfulness.

"Thank you so much Charles." I jump in his arms which he immediately respond by squeezing me tightly.

We stay like that just enjoying the warm of our bodies against one another.

Once we pulled away, I sat with my back toward Charles. He pass the necklace in front of me. I take a fistful of my hair, freeing my neck for him.

Once he attached it, I drop the hold on my hair making them fall back on my back. he push them away a little and press a kiss on my shoulder not saying anything. I fell butterflies rise in my stomach.

I turn around locking eyes with him "Thank you." He blush lightly. "You're very welcome love."

—————————

When my brother gets home, Charles and I are sitting on the balcony, enjoying the cooler air.

I love how Monaco fell like a party every single second. From the moment the sun went completely down, thousands of apartments started to light up all around the principality.

We can see people walking down the road all dressed up and ready to have a blast. it's a all mood, and it's magical.

"Y/n you're here." I hear from behind me. I stop my conversation with Charles and sightly twist my upper body on the sofa to look behind me, inside the apartment.

I send a smile in Raphael's direction, as he make his way to us, opening the already ajar glass door.

"Hey, sorry that I took so long." he say, kissing my cheeks to say hello.

He didn't miss the oportunity to ruffle my hair just after, just to piss me off.

If a look could kill, he'll be dead by now.

"Some idiots, rented a yacht and ruined it, I had to deal with all the paper work for the assurance, and the obviously dump tourists, that suddenly couldn't understand anything I was saying." he sight, crossing his arms and leaning against the gate.

My brother own yachts and boats. Well technically "we" do. He had taken upon the family business when our parents moved. He rent them so people can organize parties, weeding... And he also navigate for people who went to visit around.

"Shit." Charles let out from behind me, concern in his voice. "And did you find a solution ?"

"Yeah, well at least I think so, we'll see in the morning." he smile sightly, and focus his attention back on me. "btw Charles is staying with us!"

"Yeah i caught up on that."I snort at my brother, making Charles laugh.

I send a smile in his direction which he is quick to return, with his pretty dimples.

"So, what do you guys want to do tonight ?" I ask looking between the two.

I hate being the one responsable of picking places to go to, because if it's not good or something it's all on me.

Raphael, shrugs "Whatever you and Charles want, im not picky." And it's true, he was incredibly easy to please.

I turn to Charles, he turn to me, smirk, than say the infamous words "whatever you pick is fine by me." This bastard.

"You guys are impossible." I sight.

To be continued...

Part 2 >>

I hope you guys liked it. This was the first part of what I hope will be a story. I created a masterlist so check it out if you want. Thank you so much for taking the time to read my story. If you want to request something, go for it and I will try my best to make it as good as possible. Have an amazing day or night, and maybe see you soon. With love, 💜

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[dubiiousfood]

Lorule has been restored! This calls for a massive celebration to commemorate this momentous moment. It's a wonder what this Royal Ball will yield.

#princess hilda #ravio #albw ravio #hildavio #falling in love #requited love #ramance #she fell first he fell harder #royal ball #link #zelda #slight zelink #a link between worlds #loz albw #legend of zelda #zelda fanfiction

[ughgoaway]

I'm the anon that gave you the gingerbread house idea and let me tell you that the fic is perfect. It's fucking cute. I love how in love Matty was with reader even in the earliest stages of their relationship

oh, I'm so glad you enjoyed it!! thank you again for the idea, my original concept was SHIT and yours was MWAH.

matty was really in deep from the start, he didn't want to scare you off by moving too quickly though. but god he was down BAD.

and can you blame him?? it's been MONTHS of pining and yearning, all he's done is fall deeper and deeper in love with you. and now he finally gets you?!?

he gets to see what you're like in the morning (grumpy), he gets to know how you take your tea (just like his), he knows what side of the bed you sleep on (whichever one is further from the door) and he just is allowed to get to know you

there's no hiding, no beating around the bush he just has you. and he feels like he's gotten away with murder, how can one man be so fucking lucky in his life?

basically- he's a massive fucking simp <3

#you two are the embodiment of that phrase “she fell first but he fell harder” #and fucking hell did matty fall hard #he went from innocent flirting to imagining what your children would look like in less than 2 months #simp!!!!! #anon! #teacher au!

[wakandan-thot]

I’ve just started Destined With You and why was i immediately sold on it from the ‘i am groot’ reference 🤣

#he falls first she falls harder trope #and it looks like a ‘fated to be in every life time trope’ #im obsessed #destined with you #kdrama #kdrama recs #marvel groot #i am groot #marvel reference

[marvelwitchergilmore]

Without Logic, or Reasoning

Summary: Din Djarin x Fe!Reader -> In truth, he didn't know why he saved her. Just that something in him, without any logic or reasoning, told him to do so. And it might have been the best thing in the world.

Disclaimer: I have used traslations from google and tumblr for the Mandolarian sayings. Also, used Google to create 'Hulbi Ca'Bar' (I have only watched the Mandolorian - no other Star Wars. I know, I'm sorry). Mentions of kidnapping, wounds, angst, parents, kissing, FLUFF. Not proof read.

She didn’t know where she was. All she could remember, or at least try to do so, was seeing a few buildings explode around her before running. After that, it’s a blur. 

Maybe a pirate ship? Maybe someone yelling for her but she couldn’t hear them - but she could see them. She didn’t know them that well, but it wouldn’t matter because seconds later, that building went up. 

Miraculously, she had made it out. Or, at least she thought she had. That was when-

She shot up. 

She seemed to be tangled in…blankets?

“Relax, hey, take it easy. You’re safe.”

She looked around to try and find where the voice was coming from. That was when she saw a man, clad in armour, sat on a box a few yards in front of her. 

So, he hadn’t killed her. Then what? Use for a ransom? She was still alive, she had to be being kept alive for something.

Not that she wanted to stick around and find out. Haphazardly untangling herself from the blankets, she stood up. “So, what? You just decided to kidnap me? That was it?”

So, she had gotten her memory back. 

She began to make her way towards the exit of the ship. “I’d call it saving your life.” He told her. 

“Oh, well, thank you so much for the generosity.” He got up to follow her out of the ship. “But I didn’t need saving.”

“Your planet was about ready to implode. If not by itself, then by its inhabitants.”

“Thanks.”

She looked around her. She wasn’t too far from a town - maybe she could walk it. “What planet am I on?”

He’d reached her side. “Nevaro.”

“But I thought-”

“It’s changed its ways since then.” He answered. 

He stood and watched her for a moment. “You know, if you let me help you-”

“I don’t need your help.”

“Fine.” He defeated. “But, just so you know, you have a…right there.”

She now looked down to her side and placed her hand to it. She had been shot. Mostly, the bullet had grazed her but it was still bleeding. 

“Oh.”

“You seemed tired so I let you sleep. If you let me patch you up, I can take you to the High Magistrate and he can help you find someone-”

“Well, from the limited information you’ve given me in the last five minutes, I don’t think that will be necessary.”

The armoured man seemed shocked. “You don’t know anyone outside of your home planet?”

“I barely knew anyone inside my home planet.” She pressed a hand to her wound. “Do you have-”

He handed her a towel, she thanked him before pressing it to her side. 

“We’re you an orphan?”

“Sometimes.” She answered. “Depended on when my folks wanted to admit my existance.”

“I’m…sorry."

“Don’t be. You weren’t the one to forget about me.”

It took the man a few moments to gather what she was saying. “Is this you…thanking me?”

She looked to him for a moment. Somehow, even though he was covered in armour, she could see him. Or, it felt that way. 

“Maybe. I mean, you did save my life. So, yes, thank you. I am indebted to you. And I don’t like being that way with people so I will find a way to pay you back.”

The man just nodded and turned back to his ship. “I have some clean-spray aboard and-”

She nodded. “That would be wonderful.”

All in all, she didn’t know whether to trust him or fight him. There was something about him that made her feel safe - like, with him, nothing could ever harm her. But, at the same time, she had never met him before. She didn’t know why he had saved her, or why he had been on her planet in the first place. She still didn’t know if he planned on killing her or using her for ransom. Not that he’d get much. By the sounds of it, half of her planet was either captured or dead. Or both. 

He had been concerned, telling her it was okay to mourn those she’d lost. But she just shook her head. “If you mean my folks, they’ve been off world for a couple of weeks. Some grand government thing, taking tours of other countries.”

He knew he would jump at the chance to contact his parents to tell them he was okay, if he had the chance. Except, she didn’t. She just sat there, on the stool, spraying her wound as if it was just about to become another battle scar. As if she hadn’t just lost half of her planet and home in less than a day. 

“Is it a custom not to mourn on your planet?” he asked her. 

She looked up. “No. I just…it’s hard to mourn the loss of something that you lost a long time ago, I guess.”

It took her a moment but as the spray settled onto her skin, she looked up to him. His back was to her. He was fiddiling with some kind of weaponry. 

“Why did you save me?”

He stopped dead in his tracks for a moment before continuing to move and handed her a bandage. “When…When I was young, I was told some people who I met, I would save. There would be no reasoning or logic behind it, but I would know I need to save them.”

“And that is why you saved me?” She asked. He helped her place the bandge on her skin and over her wound. 

“I do not know why I did, but I knew it was the right thing to do.” He answered, honestly. 

“Then what were you doing on my planet?”

“Collecting a bounty.”

“Did you get them?”

He shook his head beneath his helmet. “He managed to escape during the pirate raid. 

“What if I helped you?”

“What?”

“What if I helped you?” He stood now, and her eyes tracked him. “I can come in handy. It wouldn’t repay my debt to you but it might help.”

“You don’t know who I’m -”

“Hulbi Ca’Bar.” She answered. She might have been able to see his face, but she could see the change in his body language. 

“Please,” she scoffed a little. “Everyone and the droid’s mother knows he’s wanted by plenty of Bounty Hunters on 30 different planets. He’s skilled.”

“Do you know where he rests?”

She nodded. “I have an idea."

“Okay.” He finally agreed. “But first, I need to stock up on provisions and you need new armour.”

“What’s wrong with this one?” She stood, watching him throw a brown satchel across his body. 

“It’s old.”

After a short moment, she turned around, mimicking his voice. “Oh, it’ old he says.”

In the space of a few hours, she had been dressed in new armour upon the request of the High Magistrate. Mando- as she had come to know him as - had stocked up on provisions and everything he needed before they took off in search for Ca’Bar. 

It hadn’t taken them long to find him. With her knowing insider information, they’d found him in half of the time. But that didn’t mean it was easy to bring him in. 

Mando had approached him slowly, standing there, stoic. She tried her best to ignore how hot he was. There was just something about him. 

But, stuffing her thought behind her, she made her way around the bar to the back exist. 

It took a few minutes but eventually the back door swung open and there stood Ca’Bar, looking around frantically. 

“Hey, there.” She smiled. 

He attempted to run in the opposite direction but her shot was too good. In seconds, he went down, loopy and sedated. 

“Good work.”

She just nodded as Mando approached him and picked him up by his neck. That was when a droid came over, offering help. 

“No droids.” Mando stated, clearly. That was when an old, rickity manual cart was brough over and Mando dropped Ca’Bar inside before pulling him to the ship. 

“So, what did he do to get onto your radar?” She asked, as they walked abck. 

“He stole a key.”

“Physical or metophorical?”

He looked back to her. “What? Was it an actual key or was it, like, a map or something?”

“It was a code to a safe, off world of my client’s planet. A fail safe if something bad happened.”

“Like a world exploding.”

“Yes.”

By the time they got back to the ship, Mando freezed the body over. But that was when she heard noises coming from the sleeping capsual in the corner. She got closer, and that was when the door shot up making her jump back. 

“Grogu.” Mando warned. 

The green foundling mumbled something before looking at her with a wide smile. 

“Is he a…bounty or is he…”

She got her answer, however, when the green foundling jumped into Mando’s arms. 

She smiled a little. “Son, then.”

She couldn’t see his face but she coud have swore he smiled under his helmet. 

Mando placed Grogu on the floor where he walked towards her. 

“She’s going to be with us for a while. Be nice.”

Tapping the bottom of her leg, she bent down to pick him up. He placed a small hand on her cheek, feeling her skin beneath his hand. 

Mando chuckled. “He likes you.”

“Hi, buddy.”

Mando tried to ignore the way he felt when he saw Grogu in her arms, them both smiling. He also tried to ignore the way he felt every and any time he looked at her. 

He didn’t know why but his stomach would errupt in butterflies, his heart would so the same in turn and finally, his vision would become blurry as his thoughts turned his brain into mush. 

Over the following months, he found himself watching them together and most times, he just wanted to hold them both in his arms, and never let them go. 

The more he thought about Greef Karga’s offer. A nice spot of land. A job. A school for Grogu. Peace. 

But, the more he thought about it, the more he thought about her, too. Spending time with her, Grogu having a full family. 

He never thought it would happen, but recently, he’d been thinking about the ability to remove his helmet. 

Although his creed didn’t technically allow it, it did allow for the removal of the helmet in front of a spouse. Never in his life time did he think that the opportunity would even present itself. 

But now it had. 

It had been clear from a few month in that he was completly boots-over-helmet for her. Most people they ran into brought it up once or twice when they were in the vicinity of one another. 

After a month of recieving such comments, both of them - not going unnoticed by the other - had began to remain quiet on the subject, cutting straight to the point of why they were there. 

By that point, she had also come to learn of his real name. 

Din Djarin. 

She only every called him by his name when it was just them, together and alone on the ship. Other than that, it was Mando. 

Yet, he couldn’t ignore the way his heart leaped frrom his chest whenever she spoke his name. She’s always say it softly, and never with even an ounce of a harsh undertone. It was something personal, between both of them. 

Some nights, she’d ask him to tell her about some of the Bounty’s he had caught. 

“Come on,” she said as she picked the meat from the bone. “A mysterious bounty hunter such as yourself should have at least one story to tell.”

In return, she’d tell him stories of her childhood. Some of the few adventures she went one when she was alone. How she’d climb the highest trees just to watch the sun set over her home. How she’d stay up all night to watch the stars shoot across the sky and how she’d make a wish in order that she might run away and make memories with…others. 

“I didn’t have many friends as a kid. Not many people wanted their kids to be friends with a Government’s daughter. I guess the thought that I could have ratted on them if they did something scared them too much.”

“And did you?”

She shook her head. “Not once."

“Did they ever do anything illegal?”

“Technically, no. Mostly it was using loopholes that were frowned upon.”

A few more months passed and before they knew it, it had been almost a year since they had met and he had saved her life. 

To Din, she had paid her debt a thousand times over in the year. But, selfishly, he didn’t want her to leave. 

So, he could only hope she had forgotten that a ‘debt had’ to be paid. 

Except, that thought came to a head when Grogu’s life was thrown into danger. 

It had been a band of pirates. They had wanted revenge for when Din had last out-smarted them. 

And they took a hostage. 

By the end, it landed in blasts being shot back and forth and before one landed towards Grogu, she had ran over, covering him. 

When she hissed in pain, Grogu looked to her. “I’m okay.” Grogu placed a hand on her cheek. She pressed her hand over his. “I promise, I’m okay. Come on, let’s get you back to your dad.”

Removing the small shackles the pirates had Grogu kept in, she picked him up and made her way out, Din not far behind her. 

By the time they made it back to the safety of their ship, Din flying them all out of there and out of harms way before destroying the ship behind them, she had a chance to inspect her wound. 

“I’m okay, kid. I promise.”

Din now turned in his chair, trying to maintain focus on the space in front of them but his whole mind going straight to her 

“You’re hurt!”

“I’m okay.” She reassured him, spraying another canister of healing spray. It would take a few days to properly heal, but it would do for now. “Din, I’m okay. Just get us out of here.”

By the time they reached Nevaro, he flicked on auto-landing and rushed to her side. 

“Let me look.”

The wound was still fresh but she’d be okay after a few days. He could see that for himself, but it was still too long. 

The home that Greef Karga had promised Mando was decent enough. Four bedrooms, a bathroom - as well as one in the master room - an office, a living room, a large enough kitchen and a garden in the back. Open windows in most places that allowed for a lot of natural light to sweep over the rooms. There was even a conservatory at the back allowing for them to sit under the stars yet still be comfortable and warm enough. 

Karga had also made the point that there were no droids around or in the building. There could be, if they wished, but he already knew the answer to that. 

Over the days that passed, it became harder and harder for Din to concentrate. And, unbeknownst to him, for her, too. 

Simply seeing her in this domestic setting in the morning, watching as she moved around the home, it was enough to make him fall so deep in love, he thought he might never surface again. 

And for her, seeing him now relaxed. Seeing him as he walked through the town, helping people where he could knowing there was no intimate danger, it made her heart swell. 

She may not see his face but she could tell. She could tell he was happy. 

She could also tell he was happy by what he called her. In the beginning, it had been by her name - once he learnt it. But now, her name was rarely used unless to catch her attention when she really wasn’t listening. Mostly, he used terms of affection; cyar’ika, mesh’la, cyare, and once or twice, riduur. That final one was only used in situations where there was a danger to her and even she could feel it. Din would step closer to her and be by her side the whole time. He’d also glare off anyone who walked within the direction of her. 

But, finally, after this foggy existence of constant feelings that felt like they would burst at any moment, a shift finally took place. 

Grogu had been taken by Greef Karga to an overnight school experience. it had been newly introduced to allow the students to learn more about the galaxies. They’d be sleeping under the stars in a safe dome whilst talking and learning all about the stars. And, somehow, Karga had convinced Mando and her to stay home. 

And apparently, that was the push that they needed. 

Being stood inside the living room, talking about Grogu; the subject of their lives came up. 

The debt was paid. 

She - although she could have always left - was free to leave. She was no longer indebted to him. She had risked her life in order to save Grogu. 

“What if I said I wanted to stay? What would you say?”

“You are family, to Grogu. I’m sure he’d be happy enough and-”

She took his hand in hers. “No. What…what would you say, Din?”

It took him a moment. He felt like a kid. One look from the girl he loved and he no longer could function like a human being. 

“I’d…” his voice was quiet. Both of their voices were quiet. Intimate. Were they finally going to admit what they had been haphazardly dancing around? “I’d say stay…”

He now lifted his head. “Stay with us.”

One small movement and she could feel the cold metal of his helmet against her forehead. 

A Mandalorian Kiss. 

Finally. 

She felt his hands grace her hips gently, being sure not to go too far up in case he grazed her wound and caused her pain. 

“Cyar’ika,” 

Slowly, the both moved back, able to see one another clearly again. Only, this time, Din’s hands moved away from her body and towards his helmet. 

“Din…” Part of her wanted him to stop. This was his creed. If he removed it-

It didn’t stop him. The hiss broke the silence in the room for a moment before he lifted the helmet from his head. 

It was the first time she saw his face. 

But it didn’t matter.

He was still Din. 

He always would be. 

Her hand raised to touch his cheek and that was when she felt his gloveless hand - he had removed them as he placed his helmet down - touch her own, enveloping it in his. He pressed her hand to his cheek, leaning into her touch. 

“I broke my creed over a year ago, before I met you.” 

It felt odd, seeing his mouth and face move as he spoke. 

He wondered if his cheeks were going bright red with love. Even though he could see her clearly through the ‘T’ of his helmet, this was something different entirely. 

He could feel her. 

“Even if I hadn’t…I would break it for you.”

This made a small smile grace her lips. Her eyes searched all over his face as if making a metal image that would last long after they were both gone from the world. 

“Can I kiss you?” She asked him. 

A moment passed by, although comfortable. He nodded. That was when he felt her forehead on his. 

Skin to skin contact. 

He felt his cheeks warm, her hand still on his cheek from earlier. His hands now back by her hips, pulling her a little closer.

Then, her kiss. 

It was soft. New. Perfect. 

It was both of them, together, officially. Locked together for what they wished would last forever. 

They pulled away for a moment, smiles on their faces that hadn’t been seen…ever. 

His hand now graced her cheek, pulling her in once more. This time, the kiss was more. The push and pull of one another until finally they pulled away, reluctantly, for a breath of air. 

Their foreheads lay together once more. 

“Ni kar’tayl gar darasuum,”

She smiled. “What does that mean?”

“It means, ‘I love you’.”

She couldn’t help but smile wider, even if she did try to suppress it before her cheeks hurt even more.

“And, what does Riduur mean?”

She saw Din blush for a moment, breaking eye contact to look away and down. “My wife.”

She smiled again, placing a hand on his cheek and her thumb under his chin to make him look at her. 

“I like the sound of that.”

He smiled back before surging in for a kiss. This time, it was more heated and passionate, pulling each other as close as possible. 

They’d danced about this for a year or more. 

They didn’t need to anymore.

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[incorrectsibunaquotes]

this valentines day, i find it very funny that anyone thinks that amber fell harder for alfie than he initially did for her

#you all know my stance on that couple so I’m not even gonna go into it but to say that in canon ‘he fell first she fell harder’ is silly #fanon amfie can be really cute but canon amfie was decidedly not that trope #he fell first but she didnt fall harder #house of anubis