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sugarlywhispers · 7 months

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b.katsuki + lava Quirk!wife (both Pro Heroes)

☆—a.n; i woke up today feeling feisty lol not really xd just wanted some "i'm crazy as you are" type of love today lmao✌🏼🖤

Bakugou Katsuki is obsessed with you.

And he doesn't even try to hide it.

You're his sidekick. You had trained in his Agency since you were a mere brat doing your internship your first year at UA. Of course, there were literally counted the times you had encountered him in person. The other Heroes that joined his Agency were the ones in charge of the kids. They had told you how Dynamight hated when babysitting time came every year, he wouldn't even participate in those actually. So they would advice to not cross his path.

From time to time, Dynamight would watch their sparrings sessions, gave them a bit of advice–more like mean criticism yell at them. But he had better things to do, people to save, villains to get their asses destroyed by him. He was not going to waste his time with annoying brats like you.

He had heard of you, of course. The one brat that could control and handle freaking lava like it was fucking nothing. Of course when he saw you, he thought his sidekick had pulled a prank on him, joking to see if would be excited about the idea of having someone with that type of Quirk in his Agency. You couldn't be the one with the lava quirk. You looked... normal. Quirkless even–if this were other times and if he would judge people about it. He had changed, okay? Thank you very fucking much. But he did think it was impossible that you were that amazing brat the other heroes were talking about. They had even compared you to him, in witty and determination to become the number one Pro Hero on the ranks, in strength and no mercy against villains, or other heroes and classmates.

When he stood right in front of you one day, towering almost three heads over you and almost one more person's size to the side, Dynamight laughed. You looked like a little bunny caught red-handed, terrified by everyone around you–especially by the size of him–and skittish, almost like what Deku had been as a kid.

That should have been a first warning for Bakugou–never judge a book by its cover.

You have trained in his Agency the three years you had been in UA, and he has never once seen you nor your Quirk on display, nevertheless in real action. He had only heard how good you were in trainings from the other heroes. But he didn't care enough to actually sought-after. He was already fighting Deku for the number one spot on the rankings, he didn't have time for brats like you.

Until one day, a dangerous villain, that created enormous monsters of metal almost to the size of a ten flour building, was causing too much disaster appeared. It was more than chaos, it had been a destruction like no other.

Dynamight nor Deku could contain the motherfucker.

He was bruised, his hands beat with agony at the amount of times he had used his blasts and the push to keep going, his body muscles were screaming for him to stop. A quick glance to his side where Deku was, and the guy wasn't better than him, breathing like his lungs couldn’t no more. Every other hero in the scene was in the same shape.

They were fucking losing.

And then, like an angel sent from heaven–or better said, a demon sent from the deepest hell for the way you fucking looked, you appeared in all your majestic glory, lava making you slide in between them, surrounding you like it was nothing, like strings coming from inside your body, and began a new fight with that fucking villain's monsters.

Bakugou saw –an enamored expression on his face– how you your whole demeanor changed, your skin, your eyes, everything in you became so menacingly, so evil looking, so freaking scary, that if you weren't training to be a Hero, he thought you would be one the most terrifying villains of all times –even more than that piece of shit AFO.

The lava was visible in all your body, and you fought, a crazed smile and eyes opened wide, enjoying the damage you were doing to the metal monsters; your joy was shining bright for everyone to see, as you yelled, "DIE, YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!" as the monster melted under your hands and body.

He was captivated, fucking spellbound, by the sight in front of him. He fell to his knees, watching you melt every single one of the monster in one more movement of your hand, as lava flowed towards them, capturing and melting them as you stand straight, the expression on your face serious and deadly. You then walked towards the source, the main villain who was creating this chaos, and the guy literally fell to the floor in fear, trying to crawl away from you in tears. When you stood before him, you crouched to his level, and smiled devilishly.

The villain pissed his pants.

And Bakugou's cock twitched.

He then murmured, "I'm gonna marry the shit out that woman."

Deku chuckled, shaking his head and letting his body fall to ground in tiredness. Everything was okay now.

From then on, you were by Dynamight's side all the time. The second you graduated –Bakugou Katsuki of fucking course attended the graduation ceremony– he offered a job on his Agency for you. And you said yes, even though you had options like Deku's Agency, or Hawk's, and even Endeavor had offered you a big place on his, trying to win you by saying that most of his sidekicks were fire-like Quirks and that his mother had a Quirk similar to yours, he could ask her for advice for you. Bakugou's stomach turned thinking he might had won you over that. But before he could finish the sentence, "Would you like a spot on my Ag–", you exclaimed a big YES, smiling warmly and eyes shining in excitement.

He had to clear his throat and look away at your expression, making something tingle in his chest. Was that his heart?

You became his partner then, in missions, in interviews, in meetings with other Agencies when some big villain appeared and they had to join forces. You were always there, not behind him but next to him.

In interviews he would always let you speak about how everything went and thank every body who helped. But Katsuki would look at you. Look as the lava started to dissipate from your skin, slowly turning down the temperature and going back to your normal color. Your hair that became liquid lava slowly became the color of greyish-black rock and then smoothed its way to your normal texture and color. He always felt mesmerized watching the process, and he would look at it any opportunity he got.

It wasn't until one night out with his old friends that Pikachu said, "Dude, tone down your thirst a lil' bit," in between laughs with Raccoon Eyes and Shitty Hair.

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

Kirishima patted his back, shaking his head, "Your sidekick, man. The lava girl?"

"What?"

"What we are trying to say," Mina smirked, "is that everytime you look at her, its almost palpable the way you want to eat her."

Bakugou gulped. "Shut the fuck up. I don't look at her like that."

Mina winked at him, "If you say so..."

That night he searched on the internet in his phone for interviews, desperately. Fuck, his friends were right. He did look at you with a fascination and hunger he had never saw himself do. He remembered thinking about marrying you back in the days, but that had been the heat of the moment, right? This annoyed the shit out of him. But watching you again in those videos, as you smiled so kindly to the reporters or other Hero friends or to even civilians while looking so freaking scary when your Quirk was activated, made something stir inside his belly.

Fuck, you're gorgeous. You're everything he didn't know he wanted.

And that's when he decided he would not hide his feelings for you anymore.

So now, a few years after, when you are married to number two Pro Hero Dynamight, people always talk about how your husband always looks at you. How he always encourages you in your fights to "kill those fucking piece of shits, baby!!" as he is very close to you fighting his own set of shitty villains and you encourage him saying "show them who is the number two hero, love!" He looses it then, a blast that ends it all.

They talk about how he would always kiss you after a fight, even after all that adrenaline that makes him want to bury himself deep inside your warmth, he only holds your face gently, gloved thumbs caressing your cheeks lovingly, eyes locked onto each other like the world doesn't exist outside that moment, and he kisses you softly, a simple touch, a cute press of lips that lasts a millisecond so he doesn't burn the skin of his face and lips. And then he pulls one of your hands with his up in victory.

He didn't only win the battles, he won you each and every time he got to simply look at you, be next to you, kiss you.

He is obsessed with you, and he doesn't want to fucking hide it from the world.

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hemmingsleclerc · 5 months

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A Different Christmas CL16

pairing: charlesleclerc x fem!reader

summary: where Charles spends the holidays in his beloved girlfriend's homecity

warnings: probably bad writing, srry

Charles was in uncharted territory when he landed in Mexico City to spend Christmas with his girlfriend. She had invited him to spend the winter holidays with her family in her vibrant, colorful hometown. Charles was excited but also a little bewildered as he entered a world of festive chaos which he had never experienced before.

He had been there for a few races over the years thanks to his job, but he never had the chance to explore or see the city, especially not at this time of year.

The vibrant colors of Mexico were even more enchanting as Christmas lights adorned the streets, casting a warm and festive glow.

The Leclercs were used to a traditional European Christmas, with snow-covered streets and cozy family gatherings. But as Charles walked through the lively markets of Mexico City, he realized that this Christmas would be very different. Colorful piñatas hung from every corner and the air was filled with the tempting aromas of street food.

Y/N's family welcomed Charles with open arms. Some more excited than others, since she had told him some time ago that she entered the world of motorsports thanks to the fanaticism of her uncles. Everyone welcomed him with hugs, making him feel part of the family. The issue of communication was a bit funny because not all of her family knew how to speak English, and Charles had a little knowledge of Spanish because some time ago he had asked Carlos for help to learn and be able to impress her. But in the end, through translations, signs, and Charles's mispronounced Spanish, they began a cheerful conversation on various topics.

Her entire family was amazed by him. Charles had the biggest smile on his face that day.

As the night arrived, Charles couldn't help but be captivated by the vibrant decorations adorning the house. Flickering candles and twinkling lights illuminated it, creating a warm and magical atmosphere. The family gathered around the Christmas tree with gifts stacked beneath it like treasures waiting to be unveiled,and soon the festive melodies of traditional Mexican music filled the air along with the large amount of food placed on the table.

Y/N's younger cousins could not contain their excitement as they prepared to break a huge piñata that was hanging in the yard full of different sweets. Charles, eager to participate, took a look at the colorful creation. With each blow, he couldn't help but marvel at the excitement and laughter that echoed through the night. The whole family participated, including himself.

Y/N couldn't hold back her laughter and take out her phone to record the moment when it was Charles's turn. Her uncle was holding a rope that was tied to the piñata to raise or lower it, preventing whoever was in front of the piñata from hitting it. Charles, grabbing the stick with which he had to hit the piñata, without knowing that, prepared to hit it hard but was surprised when he almost fell on his face at that moment he wanted to because they had lifted the piñata, avoiding him from touching it. He tried four more times until the song that everyone sang at the time of passing ended and he managed to hit it a few times, although he couldn't measure his strength and ended up breaking the stick in two causing laughter from everyone present.

At 12 o'clock the living-room buzzed with laughter and joy as they gathered around the tree, eager to exchange gifts. Charles couldn't help but be enchanted by the unique blend of traditions that Mexico brought to Christmas.

"Charles, mi amor, would you like to do the honors and hand out the presents?" his girlfriend asked, her eyes sparkling with pure love.

Charles gladly accepted the role, a bit nervous but excited to be part of this festive celebration. He handed out the gifts one by one, each package wrapped in bright papel de regalo. The family members exchanged smiles and hugs as they received their presents, the air filled with expressions of gratitude and love.

Y/N, sitting next to Charles, handed him a beautifully wrapped gift with a mischievous smile. "Open it, my love," she encouraged.

As Charles unwrapped the gift, he discovered a handmade sweater shaped in red and white colors, with a small heart and cars pattern.

To say that Charles loved the gift is an understatement. After a few minutes of admiring the sweater, he apologized to the family, excusing himself from wanting to use the bathroom. What they hadn't noticed was that he was carrying the sweater in his hand. Then, he returned with a proud smile on his face and in the room, everyone melted with love when they saw that he was already wearing the gift that his girlfriend had given him.

Charles was surprised to know that each member of his girlfriend's family had bought him a gift. He, of course, had also bought a gift for each of them months ago from different places he visited due to the races, being meticulously careful with everything he chose because he feared that they would not like it.

''Hey'' his girlfriend told him, escaping from her family for a few minutes.

''Hey mon chéri'' he responded with a soft smile

''I'm sorry if my family was a little impulsive, they were so touched by the fact that you were with us this Christmas that I couldn't control them.''

"My love, this is by far my favorite Christmas, I loved your family, and I want you to know how happy I am that you invited me here to spend the holidays with you, I enjoyed every second I spend here. I feel so lucky to have you in my life. At the beginning of the trip I was shiting myself when you told me your whole family was going to be there! But now I just want this to last forever. I love you endlessly"

By that point, Y/N's eyes were full of love. Wondering what she had done to have such a man by her side.

"By the way, I haven't given you my Christmas gift" he says

"You being here is more than enough for me"

"No, of course not, I want to give you something, turn around."

"Fine!" She chuckles counting to 10 just to turn around and be speechless when she saw Charles on one knee with a small velvet box in his trembling hands with a shiny ring inside

"Mon amour" he started with a nervous smile "I've been loving you for three Christmases now, but please allow me to spend the rest by your side. You are the woman of my dreams, and I will never regret the moment I gathered the courage to go talk to you because from day one you were the most beautiful woman on this planet. Will you be my forever, my partner in this beautiful journey, my happily ever after, my love? Will you marry me and let me be your husband? He ended with teary eyes but a big smile.

Y/N, who was in tears, couldn't believe what was happening. The love of her life was proposing to her. Trying in vain to wipe away the tears that adorned her face, she began to jump with joy while she repeated "yes, yes, yes!" While neither of them realized that the girl's family was glued to the door and windows watching the entire scene, some with tears, others celebrating the bets they had placed on the couple throughout the night. But the moment they saw the couple returning they all ran trying to hide the fact that they had seen everything.

The couple returned inside announcing the great news. Everyone came to congratulate them and while Charles was hugged by his future father-in-law and brothers-in-law, Y/N was showing her beautiful ring to her mother and aunts.

As the early morning passed, the family began to retire to their rooms to finally rest. Already in bed and about to sleep, Charles began to think that he could not have asked for a more beautiful Christmas, as he found himself enveloped in the love and traditions of the place where his girlfriend and now future wife grew up, creating memories that would last a lifetime.

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the-music-maniac · 4 months

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Not that I read mpreg all that often (not really my thing generally speaking) but I came across some "Sanji is pregnant" fics in the sanzo/zosan tag, and not nearly the same amount for Zoro. It got me thinking about the trope. I think the lack of Zoro fics here is a tragic oversight. I think we as a fandom are absolutely and tragically ignoring the potential comedy gold of Zoro being the one to be pregnant instead.

Because when people write Sanji, the general trend I'm seeing (upon scanning through some of the fics quickly) is that he's cautious about it. Conscientious, careful to make sure things are okay. Which - arguably I could see, Sanji is probably the more practical of the two (not by a whole lot but still)and he didn't have a good childhood. Sanji being pregnant is usually a fic about his heaps of parental issues, childhood trauma and angst - which is fun to read. It's good. It's amazing, even.

Zoro being pregnant is ONE HUNDRED PERCENT gonna be a COMEDY. We're talking about a man who once tried to fight Kuina holding like 20 bokkens. We're talking about a man who got stuck in wax and thought the reasonable solution was to cut off his legs.

The entire crew spends the next 9 months tearing their hair out, preventing Zoro from doing stupid shit (exhibit A: cutting off his own limbs). They spend the same amount of time trying to stop Luffy from gum-gum-grabbing Zoro and yeeting him anytime he needs to get them out of a sticky situation.

The crew (mostly Sanji) is on 24/7 prevent-zoro-from-drinking-alcohol duty (impossible). Chopper is constantly stressed in the later months cause no one puts it past Zoro to get lost somewhere, give birth out in the woods and come strolling back with a baby tucked under his arm. They have to start hiding Zoro's dumbbells.

Franky and Usopp design and build a nursery and spends the entire time suspiciously teary eyed. Sanji tries to pretend he's unaffected but spends an entire night creating a 9 month meal plan of all the nutrients Zoro and the baby are gonna need. Not even a day later, one of the crew finds him up at 2 am making a mountain of food because Zoro made the mistake of offhandedly mentioning he had particular pregnancy craving within earshot of Sanji. In the end Zoro has to sit on him to stop Sanji from running himself ragged.

Robin keeps spouting morbid childbirth facts and quotes from parental advice books in equal measure. Nami keeps going on shopping sprees for cute baby clothes and adding the cost of them to Zoro's debt. Brook keeps writing lullabies and trying to sing them to Zoro's stomach. Zoro 100% uses his pregnancy belly as an excuse to walk around without a shirt 24/7 without getting nagged.

Somehow word gets out that the famous pirate hunter Zoro is pregnant, and at the next big fight with the Marines, half the soldiers refuse to fight him and instead start telling him to sit down, take it easy, shouting advice at him etc. Etc. Zoro loses his shit a little bit and cuts their boat in half.

Mihawk, upon finding out, tells Zoro in no uncertain terms that that is his grandchild and he's expecting them to visit so he can meet the baby when they're born. Zoro vehemently denies that Mihawk is his father (he is). Zeff upon finding out, is almost as bad as Sanji when it comes to being a mother hen. Perona buys even more baby clothes for the baby. She buys one singular shirt for Zoro as a joke, and it coincidentally happens to be the exact same brand of "mama" crop top he was forced to wear in that one filler episode. Zoro tries to chuck it into the ocean (he fails).

I'm essentially saying it would be absolute chaos, and it would be the funniest thing I've ever read. 9 months of Marimo wrangling. Can you imagine the look on Zoro's face if one of the opponents he was fighting were to tell him that he's "glowing"?

PLEASE, I would actually wheeze myself to death. The best part is you can still have plenty of Sanji angst. He still has parental issues except now they're flavoured with "I'm not ready to be a father" and "I'm terrified I'm gonna become my biological sperm donor" and "please don't die because of childbirth complications, that happened to my mother(sort of, I know she died after but it kinda counts), and I can't handle that happening again to you". Lots of cute/tender moments of Zoro comforting and reassuring Sanji. We can even have Zoro angst. He probably views protecting his crew as the one and only job he's good for (not true but that's probably what he thinks). Not being able to fulfill that is probably not helping his self esteem, and that sense of uselessness warring with his need to protect the baby - but the contradictory thing here is that to protect the baby he HAS to sit back and let other people do that FOR him. That plus all the other restrictions, people treating him differently, but him at the same time refusing to view his own child as a weakness. Imagine the havoc that would wreak. Oh my god.

Y'all don't understand, I don't even read mpreg that often and yet this is literally my ideal fic HAHAAAAA

#we already know Zoro would be a good parent considering how he is with kids but pregnancy? different matter entirely #i don't know much about jimbei yet so sadly i can't write much about him feel free to comment any headcanons y'all come up with though #zosan #sanzo #zoro x sanji #roronoa zoro #black leg sanji #cat burglar nami #monkey d luffy #nico robin #op franky #op brook #god ussop #tony tony chopper #mpreg

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starsainzjr · 5 months

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Award Season

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x hair stylist!reader Faceclaim: Jaylen Barron

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yourusername Last minute award season prep!

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yourusername You realize the amount of chaos this would cause, right? dakotafanning Yeah but fun chaos

amandlastenberg When I tell you I screamed

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charles_leclerc Do I get a spot in the chair?

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yn.wag16 Patiently waiting for mother to give us Charles red carpet content

bananas_for_leclerc Pls give us the red carpet content 🙏

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charles_leclerc Rest and recharge before the crazy

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pierregasly YOU LEFT WITHOUT ME THIS MORNING TÊTE DE BITE

charles_leclerc You were late, I have a beautiful girlfriend, what else was I supposed to do? yourusername Mon trésor, you make me blush ☺️

yourusername Calm before the storm. No one I would rather whether it with

charles_leclerc I love you so much, mon cœur

yn.wag16 We are going to get FED this winter

lechairs_love What I wouldn't do to be on a yacht with Charles yn.wag16 We can only wish to be Yn

bananas_for_leclerc I'm on the floor, no one talk to me

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kristin_ess Coffee. Immediately. Now.

yourusername AMEN charles_leclerc I'll buy, come on ladies bananas_for_leclerc Charles is fr the only thing keeping this group going rn

amandlastenberg I'm taking you with me to every single set from here out you are a GODDESS

yourusername As long as you keep supplying me with cookies

yn.wag16 MOTHER

yn.wag16 Oscars Charles content incoming

bananas_for_leclerc The way that I will simply pass away

dakotafanning The Oscars

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dakotafanning 5 minutes ago @/yourusername was redoing @/charles_leclerc's hair for the ninth time and now look at her

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yourusername And he's still not ready 🫠

charles_leclerc I am to! yourusername Then why are we all waiting by the elevator on you? landonorris She got you on that one bananas_for_leclerc He better look amazing with how long he's getting ready for

amandlastenberg We look GOOD tonight

kristin_ess Yes babes!

yn.wag16 Literally about to vibrate out of my chair with excitement for tonight oh my GOD

dakotasfan The fact that they're all posting each other tonight instead of themselves I'm going to sob

bananas_for_leclerc GRASPING for any Charles red carpet content I can get my hands on PLEASE I am no longer asking

yourusername The Oscars

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yourusername Not him being the reason we were the last ones on the carpet

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charles_leclerc I was not, you speak lies

yourusername No I don't amandlastenberg No she doesn't dakotafanning No she doesn't kristin_ess No she doesn't charles_leclerc ...damn

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yn.wag16 IT'S HERE

yn.wag16 CHARLES RED CARPET CONTENT IS HERE

lechairs_love I can't.... I'm done... he looks like he's about to cause so much chaos in the first one

bananas_for_leclerc I can't breathe

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charles_leclerc Afterparties after afterparties yet she still manages to look gorgeous

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charles_leclerc No I do dakotafanning y'all are making me feel incredibly alone

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pierregasly I'm coming along next year, no arguments

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yn.wag16 GOD I'm so feral over them

lechairs_love If you'll excuse me I'll be sleeping on the highway tonight

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blue-sterling0357 · 1 year

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how about some ciel headcanons with a demon s/o? not with angst, like s/o is a young chaos demon that just squeezed themselves on the contract so s/o helps ciel with his work and so.

🐈‍⬛ anon

(I remember a very similar thing of demon! Ciel with a albino! demon! S/O, it's quite cute, but I'm not adding it here! Hope you enjoy reading this!)

Ciel with a Demon! S/O

✣ You met Ciel, when Sebastian introduced you both to each other. Sebastian was an elder demon who used to follow you since he met you because he had this instinct to follow you, no matter what you do and he was right as you being a chaos demon happens to be quite harming to his contracts...

✣ Whenever you would get even a hundred mile near the person he has a contract with, they would get in some type of wierd situation, but he enjoys your company even though he hates all demons, except you as you're quite helpful and you knew how to protect his masters and wouldn't be salavting over his master's soul, like he though you would.

✣ So, upon his introducing you, Ciel took you in as one of his maids and upon taking you in, he noticed the immediate change it had on the manor, the trio would cause less problems for him, Sebastian's cats aren't shoing up as often, the place is often clean and Elizabeth ins't decorating it in embarrasing yet cute decor he hates so much.

✣ As he slowly developed feelings and you both started dating, he got to learn about you being a chaos demon, he learnt how Sebastian would protect him from you accidentally bringing chaos everywhere you go, but he doesn't care as you bringing chaos isn't going to change his loves for you.

✣ He is actually quite happy you're a demon, it's because he knows you won't die and it definitely won't be easy to kill, with Sebastian polishing your skills and helping you and though you're younger and around Ciel's age in demon years, you're a fast learner, except sometimes in battles you zone out, but are still fighting and dodging your enemy amazingly except you're staring into nothing...It concerns both Ciel and Sebastian as is this even normal?

✣ Ciel now has another protector, also since you eat the souls of certain people who try to attack Ciel and have a tasty soul, you're rather full and have no need of eating Ciel's soul. If it's Sebastian who kills the perpetrator, he will bring those souls to you, but only if they are high quality souls, he refuses to have his child/sibling/problem child figure have low quality and disgusting souls..

✣ Ciel allows you wayyyy more freedom than he allows Sebastian, like you have brought in three, white tigers in the manor, and Ciel didn't even care, he was also wearing a mask, did those even exist back then? But anyways, Seb is jealous at the amount of freedom you have, except it goes away when you invite him to cuddle with those three, adult, white tigers.

✣ Also, you're just as talented in things as Sebastian despite being at such a young age like you already know 21 languages, can manipulate anyone you want, great st using multiple weapons at the same time, fighting and dodging while drinking a smoothie or eating a cake at the same time. And even though Sebastian says it's because of him, Ciel doesn't believe him because he believes you're just amazing like that!

✣ If you're happy with showing him your horns and wings on occasions, he would love to groom them, clean them, wash them and polish them nicely for you and he does it so often, he knows everything about demon self-care, you'd look all shiny and whenever you and Sebastian show each-other your wings and horns, he's surprised at how clean they are, despite knowing how you don't clean regularly...

✣ Oh, speaking of wings, he loves to cuddle you and sleep with you while you have your wings out, he gets all whiny and upset if you refuse to show them to him when you go to sleep because they're dirty or smell or whatever because you know he will drag you to clean them no matter how late at night it is, cause he now can't sleep without stroking, touching or cuddling your wings..Have fun!

✣ Overall, he doesn't really care, but he's less possessive because he knows demons don't fall for just anyone they meet, only special chosen one, so you won't fall for anybody else and because he knows you won't die during a stupid assassin!

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rarityroo · 14 days

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Dating Shōta Aizawa HCs

Hey, I haven’t written fanficion in a while (about 3 years) so please be kind and if you have any criticism let me hear it. This isn’t proofread and also written with a fem reader in mind, I whipped this up today while I work on requests! Enjoy!

You two have known each other since you were teenagers. You both attended UA and became friends after Hizashi introduced you to him properly, having seen him around whether it be in the halls or passing him as you left the school to go home.

It was very obvious you had a crush on him, so Hizashi being the outgoing guy he is, he decided to play matchmaker and do everything he could to get you two together.

Hizashi started small, he would make plans with the two of you and either "forget" to be there or "something would come up". Unfortunately, it didn't work quite the way he wanted it to as Shōta would be too nervous to be with you one-on-one for an extended amount of time and would often go home.

This made you very sad as you assumed that meant he didn't like you romanticly in the way you liked him. Hizashi noticing this decided to go to more extreme measures, he planned to put fake love confession notes in both of your lockers.

Causing the two of you to finally face each other and confess your feelings.....

You look at the note in your hands lightly trembling peering down at it, your heart clenches in a mixture of anxiety and excitement at the thought that this is genuine. A confession from the man you had a crush on for so long, God this felt like a dream! The note says to meet him at the top of the rooftop of UA, this felt unreal, it felt too outgoing and too forward, this was so unlike Shōta. Despite it all a part of you wanted to believe it anyway.

With anxious steps, you go up toward the rooftop, you see him with his back turned to you the wind lightly sweeping his hair, he turns to you with an unreadable expression he pauses before finally saying, "So...you wanted to meet me here?" You're struck with confusion "W-What? I thought-" Completely bewildered by this situation, Shōta looks at you, you look at him, you both blink in bafflement. "Hold on I thought you wanted to meet me here?" Shōta declares, his eyes holding a look of hurt confusion. "I do! Trust me I do, I just thought...you wanted to meet me here." You say. As you stand there, caught in this whirlwind of misunderstanding, "I think Hizashi had something to do with this." you say sheepishly finally understanding the situation. Shōtas confusion shifts to a mix of annoyance and amusement, while you can't help but feel a rush of embarrassment. But amidst the chaos, something clicks inside you. You take a deep breath, gathering your courage.

"Actually, Shōta, there's something I've been wanting to tell you," you begin, your voice shaky. "Even though this whole situation is a mess, I have to say. I... I have feelings for you. And not just because of this note mix-up, but because, well, I've liked you for a while now."

Shōta's expression softens, his eyes widening in surprise. "You... you do?" he stammers, his usual stoic demeanor faltering.

You nod, a blush creeping onto your cheeks. "Yeah, I do. So, um, would you maybe want to go out sometime? Like, on a real date?"

A smile spreads across Shōta's face, his eyes sparkling with soft admiration. "I'd love to," he replies, his voice gentle yet so sincere. "And... I think I might have some feelings for you too."

After graduating from UA you two stayed together the entire time even getting an apartment together. Despite you and Shōta being proheros while Shōta is an underground hero with a chaotic schedule that usually makes him return home at ungodly hours of the night, you try to keep a somewhat domestic lifestyle. Making him lunches or making dinner and leaving it in the microwave for when he gets home.

You two also have two cats together, a Russian blue named Cheese and a long-haired tabby cat named Azuki. Shōta is an amazing cat dad, after patrol, he sometimes gets them treats and will always get them the best toys, food, and the nicest food and water bowls.

His students know about you, he doesn't talk about you very often because he values his privacy but Hizashi likes to tease him about his "pretty partner" making Shōta very flustered and annoyed.

One thing you were always sure of is that no matter how difficult either of your days was, no matter how much physical and mental pain both of you were in you would always come back to each other.

After a long night of patrol, his body was sore and his mind was clouded and tired, aching limbs carry his body into the shared apartment, Shōta looks at the clock on the wall, 3 AM "Damn", Shōta says rubbing his hands across his face in exhaustion, a soft mew pulls him out of his fatigued state. Azuki looks up at him, soft round eyes staring, "Hey Azuki, you keep momma company?" Shōta reaches down to pet the cat's head Azuki meows happily in response. He smiles softly and walks over to your shared bedroom, slowly opening the door not bothering to undress out of his hero uniform. Plops down into the bed exhaustion taking him completely he falls asleep comfortably, Shōta mind feels no longer plagued with weariness and anxiety just peace and clarity always with you. Forever with you.

#bnha x reader #aizawa x reader #my hero academia #mha x reader #shota aizawa #shota aizawa x reader #my hero acedamia x reader #aizawa x reader fluff #bnha aizawa #mha aizawa #myheroacedamia

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soapyghostie · 2 months

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I come with an idea… Michael Myres and or Ghostface with someone who is very much feral, I’m talking ankle biter type person. Would crawl up walls if they could, makes the most demonic noises known to man just for the fun of it >:)

Hope you don’t mind if I tried something a little bit different… Poly Billy and Stu! I’ve only written for Billy and Stu separately once and I didn’t feel like writing separate headcanons for them. I thought it was a good request to do a poly relationship with Billy and Stu since all of y’all are feral, chaotic human-beings. Hope you enjoy!

Billy Loomis & Stu Macher

Billy and Stu absolutely fucking love you! You are just their type. Y’all often have a lot of wild and chaotic nights together, filling it with laughter and mischief. Billy and Stu are known for making mayhem and your feral nature adds a whole new level of unpredictability to this chaotic duo.

Billy and Stu are deeply head-over-heels in love by your feral tendencies. They are attracted to your wild spirit, and they’re constantly amazed by your ability to move with such primal grace and ferocity.

Your strong desire to want to crawl up walls and make demonic noises just for the fun of it only serves as fuel for Billy and Stu’s fascination with you. They love nothing more than watching you unleash the gremlin side of you, and they often find themselves joining in on the fun with you, whether that’s playing a prank by egging/rolling someone's house or throwing over-the-top parties.

Despite the amount of mischief y’all get into, you have a surprisingly tender side, despite your gremlin tendencies (feral (Y/N) will forever be a gremlin in my eyes now), that you only show to Billy and Stu. You may be fierce and untamed, but when it comes to your partners, you are fiercely (see what I did there) loyal and incredibly loving.

Billy and Stu are overly protective of you, always keeping a watchful eye on you to make sure you don’t get into too much trouble. They like mischief, but you take it to a whole other level. They know you probably could handle yourself, but that doesn’t stop them from wanting to keep you safe at all costs.

All three of y’all are very different, yet, y’all still complement each other perfectly. Billy’s charm and charisma, Stu’s quick wit and humor, and your feral energy all blend together to create a relationship that is exhilarating as it is passionate. Y’all thrive on the excitement and the intensity of y’all’s dynamic, and y’all wouldn’t trade it for the world.

Together, Billy, Stu, and you are like an unstoppable force, like a tornado, to be reckoned with. Whether y’all are causing chaos wherever y’all go or simply enjoying each other’s company, y’all are always the life of the party.

#slashers #slasher x reader #slashers x reader #billy loomis x reader #billy loomis #stu matcher x reader #stu macher #ghostface #ghostface x reader #scream movie #scream franchise #scream #scream 1996 #sophi ghostie writes

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lokis-dark-queen · 5 months

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Hot Chocolate

(Loki/Reader Fluff Drabble )

Summary: Loki is obsessed with chocolate. With your help he discovers the delectable treat that is hot chocolate, and appreciates how desirable you are.

Warnings/Notes: Very light suggested smut at the end. Just Loki being a chocolate fiend and a flirt. I count anything under 1,000 words as a Drabble.

Word Count: 964

*photos from Pinterest*

If there was one fact that was confirmed true about Loki, it was that he loved chocolate. Ever since his first chocolate candy bar, he was addicted. Like a bloodhound, he could sniff out the decadent sweet from another room. He would follow the scent to the source and then devour whatever was there. He was a frequent customer at the closest bakery to the tower. He claimed that their chocolate chip cookies were the best he ever had. Little did he know, with his limited time on earth, there were many other places with chocolate chip cookies. He liked his cookies soft, warm, and the chocolate chips slightly melted. He loved chocolate candy of any type, however, he didn’t like mint chip ice cream. He claimed that the mint tried to overpower the taste of the chocolate too much.

Here, on this cold December night in New York, flurries of snow floated through the air as they were visible from the highest rooms of the Avengers tower. Tony and his robots hung up Christmas decorations that adorned the once bland halls. Natasha and Clint decorated the towering evergreen in the common room. Thor had nearly drunk his weight in mead and passed out on the couch, his snoring attempting to be drowned out by the Christmas music coming through the speakers of the television. Through the multitude of smells including pine and cinnamon, Loki was stopped in his tracks as he walked towards the common room, the familiar smell hanging in the air… chocolate.

Loki walked faster toward the kitchen of the common room, his chocolate craving rivaling that of a menstruating woman. As he turned the corner he observed the controlled chaos of the room, Natasha and Clint arguing about where ornaments should go on the tree, his brother out cold, and you in the kitchen.

Saying that Loki thought about you would be an understatement. He fantasized about you, watched you from afar, and built up a surprising amount of courage to speak to you. Loki kept a certain distance from the other members of the team on purpose. When it came to you, however, Loki stayed away out of fear. He feared that you were revolted by him, as many were. You never made it obvious, you smiled at him, said hello when you passed him in dim hallways, you never came off as disgusted by him. Loki’s self-doubt said otherwise.

The god clenched his jaw as he carefully stalked over to you, his sense of chocolate driven curiosity overcame his hesitancy to be near you.

“Excuse me.” He speaks up from behind you with a gentle softness in his deep voice.

“Oh, Loki… Do you need something?” You were slightly thrown off by Loki approaching you. However, you couldn’t deny the way that your heart skipped a beat.

“No no, I was just curious about what you were making.”

You smile, even with your limited interaction, you knew he had a sweet tooth for chocolate. “You would love it! It’s called hot chocolate, it’s a drink.”

Not even the terrifying god of mischief himself could hide the light that came to life in his eyes, “You can drink it?” He asks in disbelief.

You try your best to hold back a giggle at the thousand year old god who was amazed by something as simple as hot chocolate. Part of you feels like you have been taking the highly beloved beverage for granted at his childlike response, “Here,” You take the warm mug and hand it to him, “try some.”

Loki was almost too eager to take the mug from your soft hands. His skilled digits brushed against your knuckles as he took it. A hot flush brushed your cheeks from the short contact.

Before he could rush the warm mug to his soft lips you grabbed his wrist, causing him to almost spill the sacred liquid, “Careful, it’s very hot.” You emphasized.

Loki smirks, “Thank you darling, however, I don’t believe it’s just the beverage that is too hot to handle.” His voice darkens.

Your stomach flips at his flirty remark. Your brain shuts down for a few seconds. You couldn’t believe it, the man of your dreams was flirting with you.

All you could let out was a childish giggle as Loki slowly raised the cup to his lips. He took an anticipated sip. His eyes close and for the first time, you notice how beautiful his eyelashes are.

He is silent for a few seconds, basking in the chocolate bliss he has just partaken in.

“That was… incredible.” He breathes out in amazement.

He goes to hand the cup back to you, however, you push it back in his hands, “It’s yours, I could never indulge myself as blissfully as you have.”

Loki smirks and moves closer to you, the people around you fade into the background.

“What a shame, it is important to appreciate the simple pleasures in life…” he places his hand on your waist, “so that the important pleasures feel so much better.”

The hot chocolate was long forgotten as a burning desire for the god burned in your core.

“What do you mean by important pleasures?” You question him with eager curiosity.

Loki scans the room before leaning to whisper in your ear secretly, “Come to my room and I’ll teach you all about pleasures.”

The two of you vacated the kitchen, those around you barely took notice at your leave. The hot chocolate sat, cooling and forgotten on the counter because Loki found a treat far more desirable than the midgardian invention that was chocolate. Well… at least for now, Loki would have his fill of chocolate later. Right now, he wanted to indulge in the special pleasure that was you.

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jjledragon · 6 months

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Life Series Alliances/Teams I want to see in future seasons

Jimmy and Cleo aka the Teachers.

I think it'd be fun to see them bond over their previous jobs as teachers, and Jimmy could use the protection Cleo offers by being aggressive and intimidating.

Scott and Joel

It'll continue Scott's trend of never teaming up with the same people twice, and Joel's aggression paired with Scott's chillness would be a fun dynamic.

Cleo and/or Pearl and/or Gem and/or Lizzie

All girls alliance YES PLEASE

BigB and Jimmy aka the Evo SMP members that still haven't had a win (at the time I'm posting this)

Mumbo and Skizz

Skizz's extrovertedness paired with Mumbo's introvertedness would be hilarious. The idea of Skizz giving an affirmation like he did in Limited Life and Mumbo just crumbles to the ground would be iconic.

Gem and Etho aka the Canadians

Gem could be the PvPer and builder and Etho could be the redstoner and her hypeman.

Jimmy and Scar

I don't care if Scott forbids it it would be a pairing full of shenanigans. And since they definitely wouldn't make it to the end, they could focus on making some chaos

Grian and BigB

I personally don't count the Secret Soulmates from Double Life as an alliance bc of how badly it failed, so I'd like to give them a doover where they're teamed up from the get go

BDubs and Jimmy

They could bond over being made fun of and being easily reactive. They would make each other worse off because of it, but I would be an amazing duo.

Pearl and Ren

Ren's theatricality and Pearl's deranged nature would be one hell of a plot device.

Lizzie and Joel

Their undying bond and their tendency to make chaos would be on hell of a watch.

Joel and Cleo

They would singlehandedly destroy the server the second they're both on red

Scar, Scott, and Skizzleman

All their names start with a "Sc" sound, which Skizz would have a ball with.

BigB and Scar

The amount of swindling/gaslighting they would do would cause permanent psychological damage to everyone else

Impulse and Cleo

These two would rather die than let go of a grudge they're holding. BDubs and BigB better watch tf out

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platinumrosetail · 6 months

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So I was wondering if I would request a male reader with Adam, Loki, Thor and Shiva?

M!reader is always tired, like no amount of sleep can fix it. So he sleeps alot and he also can sleep basically anywhere.

They're also already married.

Btw could m!reader be a god with everyone but Adam (with Adam he's a human)?

Also I was thinking for the personality he could be a tsundere

Sure! I’ll do my best! I’ll try my best with the tsundere personality, hopefully I can get a small bit of it right but if not then so sorry 😅.

Warning: noob author, male reader, au maybe?, and others.

Characters: Adam, Loki, Thor, shiva.

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Adam:

(You can decide if you want to replace Eve or Adam and Eve separated, same with shine with his wives, reason for this is because I’m uncomfortable with female x reader even if it’s barely mentioned, so please understand and thank you.)

You were always sleepy no matter how many times you took a nap and slept for hours, you tried using comfortable beds that was specially made for this predicament but it still didn’t work no matter how many times you tried.

Your husband; Adam, worried for you as sleep helps make energy to do things throughout the day so he did what he could think of to help you, which caused you to blush and say that you don’t need his help but you both know you don’t mean it.

He doesn’t mind when you say things like this as when you do get some sleep for once you say some things that you would never say out loud, like how you loved him and all sorts of sweet things like that.

That’s one of the reasons why he wants to help you sleep more, so he can hear more of that as it’s really cute considering your difference in personality when you’re awake.

Another reason was because he was worried that you might have a bad illness that you didn’t know you had since you were born and how it might grow into something more dangerous for your health.

You get flustered on how much your husband cares about you which Adam begins to tease you a little and cuddle to you to make you more flustered.

You can sleep anywhere and whenever Adam come across your sleeping form he joins you both cause he wants to cuddle with you and to guard you from anyone that thinks they want to hurt his husband.

Loki:

You’ve been sleeping a lot lately to hopefully finally not be tired like you always were whenever you had woken up from your nap/rest.

Loki noticed it and decided to help out surprisingly as sometimes you toss and turn which wakes him up from the movement so he decided to help so you both could get peaceful sleep.

Loki got the dwarves to make a pillow and a blanket that is made from a cloth and threads to easily put you to sleep the moment you get in bed with it.

He also got some other lower ranked gods to make a special tea that is used to also help put you to sleep faster as well.

You were flustered at how helpful he was on trying to help you sleep better and not be tired after you wake up, you told him that he didn’t have to bother with this and that you could’ve done it yourself but all he did was snuggle up to you and guide you to bed to finally and hopefully get some sleep without getting tired after waking up later.

Loki also finds you weird spots he’s amazed at how you can fit in some of those spots as he wouldn’t be able to fit unless he shapeshift’s into something to fit, these spots soon became his hiding place when he needs it to escape the wrath of his victims that he pranked.

Whenever you do sleep in random spots he goes and collect the pillow and blanket and wrapped the both of you up into a nice burrito and cuddle. Let’s just say everyone else in the Norse pantheon and outside it is thankful when he decides to pay attention to you whether than causing chaos by his pranks.

Thor:

Thor noticed how even though you sleep a lot you always seem tired no matter how much naps and rest you had taken.

Thor ask his father about how he could help you not get tired after you wake up.

Odin suggests that he should get the dwarves and some lower ranked gods that specialize in sleep to help create something for you so you’re finally well rested

Thor finds it humorous at how you can sleep anywhere, he once found you sleeping on top of mjölnir before picking you up and placing you on y’all’s bed before cuddling you.

He also found you with his fathers birds sleeping, using them as teddy bears, no matter how many time they try to get out of your hold they couldn’t escape your hold.

Thor gifted you the things he requested to help you with your sleeping problems which flustered you, you say that you didn’t need it and that he didn’t have to do that.

But you still took it and thanked him before going to bed though you didn’t go to asleep immediately even though you want to, you gestured him over which he did before both of y’all fell asleep together.

Shiva:

Shiva noticed fast that even though you slept a lot you were still always tired no matter how much you slept and napped.

Shiva offered his pillow to you to hopefully help out and also ordered to have some blank and pillows made from cloths that help sleep and reduce tirednessz

He as well as some incense to help fall asleep faster so it can help reduce the tiredness you get in the morning.

He also got advice on how he should go about this from gods that specialize in sleep.

Shiva finds it funny and very humorous on the places he finds you sleeping in no matter how uncomfortable they are or look.

He gives real good cuddles what with his four arms making you feel safe, as well as his warmth and physique.

He also finds it cute on how flustered you got when he gifted you these and teased you which resulted in getting hit by both his pillow and one of the pillows he gifted you he laughs afterwards before carrying you to bed and falling asleep.

(A/n: hope you liked it! I tried my best on the tsundere personality so hopefully I did ok, I didn’t know what kind of outcome you wanted so I kinda left it blank so y’all could fill that in yourselves on what ending you wanted. I also did this on a low battery percentage lol I wanted to see if I could finish shiva’s part and I did but after that I had to get my charger lol, also I probably made the characters a bit ooc which I apologize for it’s just I haven’t done their characters before so I’m not used to doing them plus it’s been a while since I’ve done any record of ragnarok😅 anyway hope y’all have a wonderful day/evening/night!!)

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foli-vora · 1 year

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First of all

(I am sure I started following for the Dave/Marcus series)

With Javier Peña can I get F reader and

“If you die, I’m gonna kill you.” and “You’re so fucking cute.”

A medium amount of filth if possible

Ah my love! Thank you so much! You're such an amazing light in this fandom, and we love and appreciate you so much! Thank you for sending in a request! I don't know what happened but it got a bit out of hand and super soft and a bit angsty lmao, but I hope you still enjoy and the medium amount of filth still hits right! ❤️

before my eyes

javier pena x f!reader

word count: 3k warnings: idk i feel like this is a mess but i'm going with it, neighbour!javi, swearing, smoking, SOFTNESS, smidgen of angst, mention of injury/gunshot wounds/surgery, SMUT 18+ ONLY: oral sex (f), unprotected p in v

“Shit,” you curse, watching the box in your hands give way to the contents within.

The bottom gives out, your belongings spilling down the stairway, and you heave a sigh of impatience. Sweat slicks your skin, causing the flow of your dress to cling to you as you bend to try and find some semblance of organisation to the unexpected chaos thrust upon you.

“Let me help,” a voice says from the top of the stairs, and you turn to watch the newcomer jog softly down the steps and duck to gather some of your things.

“Thanks,” you murmur, heat washing under your cheeks, “this is just what I need.”

Of course the attractive man living in your building has to catch you in a moment of mayhem. Javier, as he had previously introduced himself the day before, gives you a small smile, the yellow tinted sunglasses covering his eyes sliding down the curved bridge of his nose.

“Not having the best day?”

“It could be better,” you reply dryly.

The plumbing in your apartment is weak at best, with a few leaks springing from the pipes beneath the sink in your kitchen and bathroom. Not to mention the shot to shit AC unit, leaving the humid Colombian air to fill every inch of every room.

“I could come and take a look,” Javier says, making a neat pile of books before sweeping them up into his arms and following you the rest of the way to your door. “I’m no plumber, but I could fiddle around with the pipes at least. I know a guy who could come out for the AC.”

“You don’t seem like the type of guy to have a tool set laying around,” you tease lightly, shifting the barely fixed box onto your hip to push open your door.

Javier grins, “You’re right—I don’t, but I have been taught a thing or two. I’m sure the Hillbilly’ll have something I could use. I can come tonight, if you want?”

“I don’t want to be any trouble—”

“You’re not—I offered.”

It may not have been any trouble for him to come over, but he certainly was trouble himself, you had quickly come to learn. The feelings he invokes in you is something you hadn’t quite felt before. He makes his desire obvious, unashamed with his light flirtations that never fail to bring butterflies flying right up your throat.

As a thank you for fixing your leaky pipes, you cook. Your first proper meal in your new apartment, and in wonderful company, too. Who'd have thought your new move would bring you here?

Dinner is filled with easy conversation, and he expertly dodges any and all questions relating to his work. You know that he works with Steve, your new neighbour Connie’s husband, and you know by her that Steve works for the DEA.

You don’t mention work again for the night. He stays longer than you had originally expected, content to share a glass of bourbon on your couch and listen to the soft music falling from your record player.

The evening ends with no more than a kiss to your cheek, dangerously close to the corner of your lips, and your heart thunders in your chest when he remains close enough to feel his breath wash over your lips.

For a second, you find yourself wanting, hoping that he’d close those last few centimetres and grace you with the feeling of his lips over yours…

… but no.

Instead, he turns, leaving with a dangerously charming, almost teasing, smile and a quiet goodnight.

Trouble, indeed.

Weeks pass before you see him again for more than a few seconds alone or without the company of Steve and Connie, striding into the building late at night and running an anxious hand through his hair. A tough day, you assume. He would have plenty with his line of work.

You make your presence known and smile softly at him, still clad in your party dress from a night out with new friends.

“Not having the best day?” You ask gently, leaning against the railing of the stairs as the effects of the alcohol in your system bring a hazy swirl to the edges of your vision.

He stops, playing with his keys between his fingers before giving a shrug, “It could be better.”

Your stomach tightens and flips with his low rasp. The attraction is undeniable, and you’d been questioned viciously by Connie in regards to the looks you and Javier would share, or the energy that would fill the room whenever you two were close. You’d had no answers at the time, putting it down to merely a simple crush that would pass soon.

Something in your mind said differently though, that this felt like more, deeper than a silly little crush that would fade away after a few months. You hope he shares the same sentiment, but with the choices and certain circumstances he would put himself in for his job and gathering intel, you started to doubt more and more that that would happen.

“Want me to help with that?”

It’s the remnants of various fruity cocktails bringing forth a small wave of flirty confidence. Usually you would never be so upfront, but you don’t find yourself regretting the words as soon as they pierce the air. You want it, with every inch of you.

He thinks it over for a long moment, his eyes dragging over your body with an obvious shine of desire and admiring your flattering choice of attire, but instead a slight curl pulls at the corners of his lips and your heart thuds harder and faster in your chest.

“Maybe another night, when you can actually remember me in the morning,” he teases deeply, smiling wider when you give a breathy chuckle. “You need help getting in?”

“No, I’ve got it. Goodnight, Javier.”

“Goodnight, corazón.”

That's new.

You struggle to get rid of the smile curling your lips, even long after you wave him goodbye and tuck yourself into bed. His voice lingers, images flash behind your lids as you try to sleep.

He drives you crazy.

He fills your thoughts every moment of the day—his face, his eyes, his smile. His voice would linger in your ears, the low rasp of it keeping your nerves electrified.

You look for him in the entryway coming home, you listen out for his comings and goings through your thin front door. Sometimes you even catch yourself having a little peek through your peephole when you hear him and Steve, watching as he runs a hand through his hair and ever so slightly looks towards your door before vanishing.

It’s one night you both happen to arrive home at the same time, the humidity of Colombia sticking to your skin but relieved with the breeze that blows through the streets. He lingers, seemingly happy to chat while you fiddle with the straps of your handbag.

“You want a drink?”

The question is a welcome surprise, and you merely nod in answer, unable to quite force the words out your mouth.

His apartment is… Javier. It’s minimal, no signs of being truly lived in with photographs and knick knacks like the ones that fill your walls and tables, but the air filling it is comfortable and cosy, the music that falls from his record player familiar and calming.

Conversation flows easily.

He’s tired, the bags hanging softly beneath his eyes showing that work has been extra hard on him the last few weeks. You love that he looks relaxed with you, sinking into his couch with his head leaning comfortably on the back as it rolls to face you.

He smiles at your ramblings, laughs quietly at your stories, the crinkles forming at the corner of his eyes hitting somewhere deep in your chest.

You don’t even realise you fall asleep until later in the night.

You wake only a few hours later, hazy and slightly confused by your surroundings, but instantly soften at the heavy breaths that fall into your ears. He’s asleep next to you, still cradling the half nursed glass of whiskey in his hands. His head rests just beside yours, his lips barely parted and breath washing past your face as you watch him for a long minute.

He needs rest. Carefully, you extract yourself from the couch and gently place your own glass on the coffee table before draping him in the coloured crochet blanket hanging just beside him and pressing a tender kiss of goodnight to his forehead.

It wakes him, his eyes half open when you pull away to leave and the sheer force of his gaze keeps you from moving away any further. He watches you quietly, his dark sleep filled eyes roaming your face before he leans up and catches your lips with his own and steals the breath from your lungs.

He moves slowly, hands roaming your legs and hips before cupping your ass and pulling you down until your knees sink into the cushions beside his hips. You settle in his lap easily, muscles loosening with each curl of his tongue along yours until you’re practically melting at his touch.

Everything feels right.

Every moment, every kiss, every touch… God, he knows what he’s doing. He devotes his energy to you, uncaring about meeting his own end and instead selfish with the time he spends on your body. He studies it all—what makes your breath hitch, what makes your legs shake, what makes your fingers tighten and tug at his hair.

You savour every sharp exhale and groan that falls from his lips. It's not long until you're spread out on his couch, watching with wide eyes as he tugs at your underwear and throws the soaked cotton over his shoulder with a lazy smirk that radiates trouble.

He loses himself between your thighs, dress haphazardly shoved up and out of the way so he’s free to devour you as he wishes, his tongue rolling and circling over your clit and diving into the weeping entrance of your cunt until you’re breathless and incoherent.

He brings you up and over the edge again and again, until you physically think you can’t possibly give him any more, only to have him force yet another out of your system with his low rumble sinking into your ears.

So good for me, look at you. Let me feel you, so fucking good. Give it to me, come on now, corazón—

You’re bent over the arm of the couch when he finally gets sick of the dress still clinging to your frame, fingers unforgiving as they wrench the dress up and off your body, freeing your skin to his hungry touch.

They roam at their leisure, cupping the soft swell of your tits and pinching your hardened nipples until you squirm against the solid feel of him pressed up against your ass.

He ruts into you without abandon, cock hitting just that bit too far and blessing you with the sharp twinge of pain alongside the blissful feel of him dragging against your walls and you're seeing stars, clinging to the cushions as a means to keep your head straight and not lose yourself to the overwhelming ecstasy threatening to have you passing out.

He cums with his lips on your neck, mouth hot and heavy against your sweat slicked skin as he pants into the curve on your shoulder, before pressing one simple final kiss there. He lingers, pressed tightly against you and crowding you into the firm arm of the couch as he softens within you, his cum trailing a slow, hot path down the inside of your thigh.

You curl into the reassuring hand to rub along your back as you sink shakily back to sit down. You smile shyly when he reappears with a warm cloth, lazily sliding it across your skin and softly cupping it against your tender cunt to calm the ache there.

It’s intimate, the sheer closeness of the action bringing your heart to beat at the base of your throat.

Surprisingly, he asks you to stay, and your heart doesn’t calm until exhaustion claims you after your head meets his pillow, the familiar scent of his cologne and the faint traces of cigarettes clinging to the soft cotton.

It’s a slow development.

The next time, he comes to you, knocking on your door in the middle of the night and you let him in without a word. You cuddle into the leftover warmth on your bed long after he leaves for his own apartment to head to work, the ghost of his lips moving over your body following you for the rest of the day.

The time after, it’s his place again, but this time, he cooks. It’s the first time it feels like something more than sex, but it goes unaddressed.

You talk and talk, you learn about his father, his life before Colombia. You admit to finding your life lacking, forever wishing for something more than the mundane ‘find a husband and settle down’ expectations struck upon you.

There’s something there, lingering behind the way you take each other apart.

It follows his touch, oozes from the kisses you pepper each other with. It feels nice, it feels so right. You feel comfortable in his bed, completely nude and not at all bothering to hide any part of you. It feels normal, natural even, when he lays beside you and throws out random topics of conversation with his lips around a cigarette, occasionally offering it to you and chuckling warmly when you’d attempt to inhale the harsh tobacco. You’re both unperturbed by the silence that would sometimes follow.

And that feeling never disappears, it only grows as the weeks go on.

You know you have strong feelings for him one morning when you feel him press a tender kiss of goodbye to your forehead while you’re still half asleep. It has your heart quickening, something soft and sweet and warm curling around your chest. You bathe in the glow of it.

But it would be addressed later—you’d hate to potentially ruin whatever you have building with him by speaking on your feelings too quickly.

And then, one fateful day, it happens. It all comes crashing down around you and for the first time, you worry you'll never be able to speak the words to him.

The steady beep of the machine is somewhat comforting in the chill of the room. You barely notice it, too consumed with watching the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath the light blanket covering his body. Steady, they had said, after the surgery they had rushed him into.

It hadn’t been expected, the phone call during the morning of another seemingly normal work day. Steve had sounded nervous, a first for your neighbour. He hadn’t been able to give you all the details, all you knew was that it was bad.

Shot. A bullet in his side and one in his chest.

You had flown to the hospital, rushed in with his name falling in rushed pleas and they had shown you to the waiting room to await a doctor for more information. Steve was there, Connie, too. She had doted on you, guided you to a close seat and ordered her husband to get you a drink, a snack, anything.

Hours went by, and soon a man appeared, kindly reassuring you he had made it through with minimal issues, and was now in recovery. You were beside him within an hour.

He was warm to the touch, his pulse thrumming softly under your fingers as you had gently cradled his hand. He had remained motionless at the tender kiss you had pressed to his forehead, his lashes brushing his cheeks as he remained in the bliss of a hopefully painless sleep.

And you hadn’t moved since. Steve had left after some gentle pressing from Connie, and you had reassured him you’d call the moment he awoke. He had gripped Javi’s fingers softly, giving him one final look of worry, before turning and leaving under the arm of his wife.

Nurses come and go, checking his IV and doing their routine of observations, never worrying about their findings and erasing any of your lingering fear with a warm smile. They bring you coffee as the day bleeds into night, keeping you fed with cold hospital sandwiches and the occasional packet of sweet biscuits.

You just want him to wake.

It’s normal, they say. Just give him time.

“Javi,” you murmur softly, leaning forward to brush his hair back for the thousandth time, “I know you need some time to get your strength back, and that’s fine, but just so you know—if you don’t wake up, and you die? I will kill you.”

As you expected, he stays silent, but you still smile, lingering to brush your fingers down his cheek softly before settling back in your seat. Your hands wrap around the arm resting in front of you, and you rest to press your cheek on his warm skin, content to watch him sleeping and losing yourself to dreams sometime into the night, too.

It’s a slight pressure on your temple that gently pries you out of dreamy darkness. It moves, sliding along your skin softly before disappearing and returning to where you’d first felt it. Fingers, you realise hazily, recognising the feel of someone stroking your face.

Your eyes flutter open, immediately to be met with a pair of tired dark eyes seemingly content in watching you. Javi.

Startled, you sit up and reach to call for the nurse, only to stop at the raspy voice that tells you to calm down.

“They already know,” Javi says quietly, throat dry and raw. “They just didn’t want to wake you.”

You turn for the jug of water and pour some into the little plastic cup, carefully plucking the straw from the table and holding it at his lips. He drinks slowly, humming from the relief of the cool liquid filling his mouth.

“How’re you feeling?”

“Like I’ve been shot,” he replies dryly, lips twitching at the corners.

“Idiot,” you snark around a grin, returning the cup to the table and linking your fingers through his. “No, really, how are you?”

He sighs, head rolling on the pillow so he can look at you better, “I’m doing okay, corazón.”

You nod, tongue running along your lips as you take reassurance from his words. He’s okay.

You tighten your fingers through his and take a small breath to calm the anxiety in your system, unaware you’re crying until you hear him breathe your name. You mumble an apology, almost embarrassed by the stream of tears, but it’s soon muffled by his hospital gown as he gently pulls you to him.

Carefully, you rest your head on one side of his chest, mindful of the thick bandaging on the other and warm at the arms that come to rest over your back.

Admitting feelings can wait. For now, you’re content to just rest in his arms, listening to the steady beat of his heart under your ear.

“You know,” Javi murmurs against the top of your head, “you’re really fucking cute when you snore.”

“I do not snore!”

Yeah this was a mess but I'm into it nonetheless lmao.

I haven't updated my taglists yet soz x

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#foli's 3k #javier pena x reader #javier pena x f!reader #javier pena x you #narcos fanfiction #pedro pascal x reader

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bat-at-the-disco · 2 years

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Humans are space orcs: The Hidden People

When humans first joined the Galactic Union, there was chaos. Mind you, the humans themselves did not mean any harm to the rest of us, and the majority were actually quite pleasant to be around. But their nature, the way they evolved, simply clashed with those of most other species.

The human mouth was a particularly challenging hurdle to overcome— their saliva was very nearly venomous from the amount of bacteria it held, and the same bacteria could be flung through the air with a simple exhale. Their smile, too. It cause many to be paralyzed with fear, and this would not bode well for peace talks. But humans were understanding, more than anyone expected. They saw what they caused and acted to prevent it. They wore masks and muzzles so as to not frighten or infect. This species changed an entire facet of their behavior to better exist among us in a way no other people had. But even more amazing, this was not the last time they did so.

Their hide was covered in bacteria as well, and the oils their skin produced could burn some of us. So they covered themselves with long-sleeved garments and respected boundaries, though we never asked them to.

Their eyes being foreword facing and the fact that their pupils contracted and expanded caused a similar reaction to their smiles— unrestrained horror in the smaller species, and fear in the rest. So the humans covered their eyes with glass lenses or transparent cloth. Again, we never asked them to.

Their hair, or the fur atop their heads, held oils as well. Not only that, but some species who had particularly porous flesh could have hair embedded in their bodies for weeks if they came in contact with it. So the humans covered their heads with hats or helmets.

Their smell was very nearly noxious to some, nearing on deadly. To others it caused an opioid-like effect if inhaled. So the humans masked their scent with perfumes and scented apparel.

The humans effectively hid themselves away in order to meet us and befriend us. No one expected this carnivorous, primitive race to humble and restrict themselves so totally and completely in the name of exploration. But they did, and this is what sold them to many skeptical species. Their efforts to integrate themselves into our society was so great that no one could reasonably doubt their intentions for peace.

After some years of this though, there came a time in our galaxy where you had to go to their home planet to actually see an uncovered human. That is not to say their species was not rampant in the galaxy, for it certainly was— they expanded faster than any other species had, but no one ever saw them for what they were. And few were so curious that they risked their life for a glimpse of an uncovered human. I myself only have stories and pictures to go off of, like the test of the intelligent universe. But from what I hear, it is nothing compared to the real thing. And no two humans are alike, either.

And there is a level of detachment because of it, a sadness in the separation I did not foresee until I befriend a human. Not being to see see them, to understand them as acutely as they can me, makes me feel as if I am failing them as a companion and ally. But I know that it is better like this, though I often wonder if the humans regret not being able to truly be themselves around us. Maybe one day I shall see them for what they are, though I think I may have to be on my deathbed before I do so. Just to be safe.

#humans are space orcs #my writing #mine

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hey-kae · 2 years

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The Story Of A Failed Friendship

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Female Reader

Storyline: The reader’s friendship with Charles becomes more complicated when she flies in to see him race. Basically friends to lover with Charles.

Warnings: Language, sexual jokes and implications, alcohol, jealous Charles, a little bit angsty at some point, french translated to english in italics.

Sidenote: this is kinda long ngl but it felt necessary that there is some sort of build up since it’s friends to lovers. Also, if you speak french and spot mistakes, look the other way cause I haven’t spoken french in two years.

Your first step onto the cement ground as sunset neared, casting a golden shimmer onto the city you were observing just minutes ago from the sky, seemed like the perfect cue your body gave the emergency alarms in your head, urging them to go off as your heartbeat picked up speed and your stomach danced with jittery butterflies.

It was always the same, the overwhelming nerves that overtook you every time your mind processed that you were minutes away from reuniting with Charles. The first time it happened, it left you scared shitless that you would bring awkwardness into the amazing friendship you had quickly developed with the young driver. However, you were relieved to find out that the feeling always disappeared the second your eyes caught a glimpse of him. His effect on you, both mentally and physically, was something you always avoided acknowledging. It was too dangerous, too threatening.

Your friendship with him had developed so smoothly. It felt too precious to risk ruining it with unwanted feelings.

You had met him at a bar in Monaco while you were on vacation there with your friends. He had just signed with Sauber, securing his position as an F1 driver and he was out celebrating with a bunch of people. The loud noises they were causing beside you had caught your attention and you had found yourself smiling as you watched a group of strangers celebrate something. Your friend, a major motorsport junkie, noticed that you were focused elsewhere and followed your gaze to the neighboring table. He immediately recognized Charles, realized what he was celebrating and boldly decided to go up to him and congratulate him, dragging you with him. A little bit of alcohol and time later, the two groups merged into a big one and you found yourself sat next to a beaming Charles, downing one shot after the other with him. The next morning, after you took painkillers to calm your raging hangover down, you checked your phone to see he had followed you on instagram. From then on, it was random meetups in various countries, spontaneous but brief vacations with him and your friends, last minute flights to go see his races and endless amounts of absurdly funny texts that included copious amounts of "friendly" flirting.

Snapping out of the flashbacks, your hand reached into the pocket of your sweatshirt, grabbing your phone and unlocking it as you weaved your way through the busy airport, your suitcase dragging behind you. You quickly searched for Charles’ contact name and dialed him, smiling briefly at his name in your phone: Chuck.

It had started as a joke when you once saw a bunch of his fans calling him Chucky and through the months, the “y” was somehow eliminated.

He hated the nickname, so you named him that on your phone.

"You've landed?" He immediately asked after picking up, ignoring any pleasantries or greetings as was usual for you two. You texted too much, making it seem unnecessary to include greetings when you called each other.

"Yeah, just now. Where are you parked?" He always waited outside when picking you up for a race in order to avoid chaos since people would be aware he was in the city, making it easier for them to notice him quickly.

"Directly facing the second exit." You could hear his smile in his words.

"See you." You said then hung up, rapidly heading out of the airport.

You spotted Charles in a black car instantly. You sighed in attempt of calming yourself down just as the driver's door opened and out he stepped, dressed in a grey sweatshirt and matching sweatpants, smiling widely at you as he gave you a small wave that looked cuter than it had any business being.

You rushed to cross the street, suddenly eager to reach him. As soon as you were close enough, you let go off your suitcase and carry on just as he closed the remaining distance between you two, his arms instantly wrapping around your neck, your own finding their spot around his waist, his comforting scent engulfing you.

"Mon dieu, tu m'as manqué." My god, i've missed you. You heard him whisper but you chose to swiftly ignore the feeling the words ignited in you.

"Tu m'as manqué aussi, idiot." I've missed you too, idiot. You replied as you pulled away from him with a smile, taking a step back to pick up your bags.

Charles was quick to help you load your luggage into the car before you both got in.

As was expected, the nerves had magically disappeared. You were already feeling comfortable in his presence, safe even as you settled into his passenger seat.

"I could literally sleep until the free practice tomorrow." You complained as he turned on the car and headed onto the road.

"I would literally drag you out of bed because we're going out tonight." He smirked, giving you a glance before moving his attention to the side-view mirror as he made a turn.

"I'm locking the door then."

"I have my ways to wake you up, even if your door's locked. Plus, it will definitely work in my advantage that you are staying with me." He teased, eyes never leaving the road ahead.

Your eyebrows raised in surprise as you took in his words. Staying with him? You tried to contain your reaction, not wanting him to notice it. After all, you had stayed with him before. Multiple times, actually.

Last year, for instance, he tricked you into joining him on his summer break vacation for a few days by complaining about how he had just broken up with his then-girlfriend and how he didn't want to feel lonely. You ended up in his room, watching a bad movie while sipping on cocktails after a long day on the beach. You had fallen asleep beside him and woke up the next morning to his arm draped over your waist as he slept. Needless to say, it freaked you out for a decent time after it.

"I'm staying with you?" You worked hard to steady your breath.

"Oui. I reserved a hotel suite with two bedrooms just so i can spend more time with you. Est-ce que ça te va?" Is that okay with you?

You wanted to sigh in relief because this was much better than what you had envisioned.

"Oh yes. That is completely fine. How much do i owe you?"

"Nothing." He smiled. "Ferrari covers our room expenses and technically, you're just staying with me." Charles explained with a shrug.

You rolled your eyes, telling him you'll discuss that later.

"How long is the drive?" You asked a few moments later.

"Well, it's not a short one." He grimaced, "Je crois que tu dois te rendre à l'aise." I think you should get comfortable.

You nodded and a comfortable silence took over, the low hum of the engine and a soft melody on the radio serving as calming background noises.

Barely a few minutes passed before you felt your eyes getting heavy and you fell asleep.

“y/n, we're here." You heard someone whisper softly. It seemed like the voice was coming from a distance. Then, the person sighed and you felt a hand push away the hair from your face.

"Charles..." you heard yourself groan. That was what quickly woke you up, the fact that Charles was beside you and that you were saying his name in your sleep.

"Yes, Charles. I'd carry you in but that would have made a scene and," he emphasized, "you would have lectured me for it like you did last time."

You rubbed your eyes to see clearer and pulled your hair into a ponytail as you made sense of Charles' words, then you simply nodded.

"C'mon." He tapped your knee briefly before he opened his door. You followed suit and got out of the car only to find that Charles already had your luggage on him.

"Let me help you."

"Tu semble que tu vas to rendormir en marchant. I'll handle the bags, ne t'inquiète pas." You look like you're going to fall back asleep while walking... don't worry. He reassured and you thanked him as the two of you made your way into the hotel, heading straight for the elevator.

"I knew you are excited to see me but I didn't think you were excited enough to mumble my name in your sleep. Ne te méprends pas, je suis flatté, mais c'était franchement inattendu." Don't get me wrong, I'm flattered, but it was honestly unexpected.

You felt your cheeks heat up and your heart skip a beat. You had no valid response to this, because you didn't even know why you had said his name in your sleep. So, you settled for the childish reply,

"Oh, shut up, Chuck."

As if on cue the elevator's door slid open and you rushed out, thanking every higher power there is for the save.

After getting to the suite, Charles pointed you to your room and you dramatically threw yourself onto the bed as he set your things on the chair in the corner. You had expected him to leave the room then, but you felt the mattress dip beside you, signaling that Charles wasn't gonna let you continue your nap. You looked up to find him sitting comfortably at the edge.

"I'm more than flattered that you want to join me on the bed, but i feel like that would be a violation to our friendship." You joked, mainly in attempt to calm your own nerves. However, in a typical Charles manner, the words had no visible effect on him.

"Oh, yeah. That would be so wrong, i agree. But I'm just gonna tell you that in the moment, it would feel so right."

You rolled your eyes as a reply, not because you thought that it was the right thing to do, just because he had left you speechless.

Even though your friendship did include a lot of flirting and sexual implications, both ends always realized that these statements were merely jokes. In the past, these moments left you laughing so hard, now they confuse you and leave you a frustrated mess. How you were able to have these little pick-up lines competitions with him before was beyond you.

You shook the intrusive thoughts away, got back up and started discovering your temporary bedroom.

"So, I'm assuming you have something in mind for tonight. Spill." You asked as you pulled open one drawer after the other.

"There's this restaurant that's like 5 minutes away. We're probably gonna go there with Pierre, Carlos, his girlfriend and a bunch of drivers and team members who might join. I think you wanna start getting ready because it is already nearing eight o'clock." He informed you then got up and left the room.

His attitude had changed, you felt it. You frowned at that but decided not to dwell on it since you were familiar with his unexplained mood swings.

Sighing, you got up and reached for you suitcase, rummaging through it to find a suitable outfit. Given the fact that it seemed like multiple drivers were going, you figured the restaurant would be more on the fancy side, so you grabbed the two dresses you brought with you, one white and the other black, laying them down on the bed and staring at them as you debated your options. You loved the white one. It was rather simple and plain but it accentuated your curves beautifully, but the black one was more on the classy side.

Once you failed to pick an outfit, you decided to apply a little makeup first. But that only took around 15 minutes since you wanted something natural. You even brushed your hair and made sure it looked good in that time.

You gaze drifted back to the bed, the two dresses mocking your inability to pick. So you did the only thing you could think of.

"Charles." You shouted for him and almost immediately, he came in bursting through the door. You were surprised to see that in this short time he had shaved, styled his hair to perfection and gotten dressed in a white button down, gray dress pants and a black belt. He looked good. In fact, he looked too good.

"Oui?"

"Pick a dress." You gestured to the bed.

Charles looked down at his outfit, then faked a frown.

"I think i will stick to my clothes but thanks." He sheepishly smiled, feigning innocence as he attempted a joke.

"Fucking hell, Chuck. You know what i mean." You groaned.

He apparently found that very funny, that is until he noticed how you were glaring at him.

"Oh ok." He turned serious quickly, "The black one is nice, i guess." He replied, coming closer to inspect the item of clothing.

"Alright then. Merci." You smiled, picking up the white dress and heading into the bathroom.

"Hey- i said the black one." He argued as you closed the door.

"I know." You replied, chuckling to yourself.

"Eh bien, je comprends pas pourquoi tu m'as demandé de choisir si tu va porter ce que tu veux en fin." Well, I don't understand why you asked me to choose if you're going to wear what you want at the end. You heard him mumble to himself in confusion, causing you to laugh as you slipped on the dress.

The panic set in less than a minute later when you realized you weren't able to reach the zipper on your back. You were pacing in the small space of the bathroom, trying to figure out any solution other than asking for help, anything but asking Charles to help you. You tried every angle and while some slightly worked, the dress remained only half way zipped.

Meanwhile, Charles who was waiting for you on the bed, started questioning what was taking so long. He didn't think putting on a dress would take more than 5 minutes but even that mark has been crossed. He got up and knocked on the bathroom to check up on you.

"Is everything okay in there?"

"Yeah. Yeah." You frantically replied, his unexpected intervention startling you.

But, who were you kidding? This was pointless. You were helpless alone in the bathroom. You winced as you accepted the fact that you had no other choice than to tell him what was going on then endure the consequences that the situation would cause you.

"Actually," you opened the door and poked out your head, "i might have a small problem." The words were rushed as you fiddled with the door knob.

"Okay... What is it?" The confusion was clear in Charles' question.

You then stepped out of the bathroom, and turned around so your back was facing him.

"Can you zip me up?" Your voice sounded hesitant as you looked over your shoulder to see your best friend's reaction.

Charles' head slightly tilted to the side and he gulped, making your cheeks heat up with embarrassment.

"Actually, forget about it. You don't have to do it if it makes you uncomfortable. I'll just wear-" You blurted out and started to walk away towards your suitcase when you were interrupted by Charles' hands on your waist, pulling you back closer to him.

"I didn't say i minded." Was all he said as his fingers grabbed onto the zipper, dragging it up a bit too slowly.

Every last bit of air was knocked out of your body as you felt his breath against the back of your neck and his fingertips lightly brushing against the skin on your back. You were hoping that he didn't notice how still you went or the goosebumps on your skin or the way your heart was hammering in your chest.

You didn't really know what it was about him that made you this nervous. You two had been in situations that were far more awkward and you never felt that way. The amount of times you two had walked in on each other half-naked was absurd, yet here you were almost hyperventilating simply because he was zipping your dress up.

"Uh..." he exhaled, "You're good to go." He spoke in a rushed tone before putting some distance between the two of you.

"I'm ready when you are. I'll be waiting outside."

You didn't dare look until you heard the door close. That's when you started cursing under your breath as you realized how fucked up this was.

You couldn't actually recall when your not-so-friendly feelings for Charles started developing, but this... Fuck, this doubled the intensity of these feelings. You were left there, stood awkwardly in the middle of the neat hotel room, questioning whether it would be so bad if you went up to him and just kissed him. Needless to say, your own thoughts startled you.

"Fuck, i'm screwed." You kept mumbling as you slipped on your shoes, grabbed your phone and followed Charles into the common sitting area of the suite after giving yourself a pep talk in the mirror, promising your reflection not to risk this friendship.

You and Charles rode to the restaurant in a dark blue Ferrari that glistened beautifully under the light of street lamps. It was luxurious enough that sitting in its passenger seat felt like a responsibility.

On your short drive to the restaurant, you engaged in small talk, mainly discussing the car he was loaned. It was as if nothing had happened, so you worked hard to convince your mind that nothing had, because if that's what he thought, it should be what you're thinking as well.

As you had expected, the restaurant was in fact rather fancy. That had become obvious the second you were referred to as "Mademoiselle" and "Monsieur" by a waiter dressed in a suit as he escorted you to your table.

You ended up sitting right beside Charles since he was the only person you actually knew as more than just an acquaintance. As the minutes ticked by, more people joined your table until there was only one seat left, the seat being right beside you.

Your body froze once you saw who occupied that seat.

Pete.

The last time you flew to watch Charles race, you had went on a date with a guy from the McLaren mechanical team. You felt bad admitting it, but the date only happened because you were starting to realize your feelings for your best friend and you were doing everything to keep yourself from admitting that you were starting to fall for him. A second date was never brought up because, much to your embarrassment, you had called him the wrong name when he kissed you once the night ended. Pete had simply smiled in irony to hide his true reaction then he told you he suspected this would happen before he left.

"Y/n, it's been a while." He greeted with a smile.

"Pete, hi! How are you?" You faked the enthusiasm because inside you were dreading this dinner even though you weren't even an hour into it.

Your cheerful voice caught Charles' attention, breaking him away from his conversation with Pierre, only because he knew that tone and he knew you were uncomfortable. He looked over at you then at the guy next to you before locking his eyes with yours, his eyebrows raised in question. You shook your head very slightly in a way only he would notice, letting him know everything was okay before turning back around to face Pete who was quick to engage in small talk.

As the night went by and the pressure of the two guys by your sides intensified, you found yourself downing cup after cup of wine. You knew that by now, your cheeks were most likely red, but for the first time ever, you didn't care. You just couldn't handle this situation while sober, especially when Pete would look at you then at Charles before smirking as if he could feel the tension there. He was probably the only person aware of your true feelings for Charles. That was inevitable since you technically groaned Charles' name into his mouth just a few months ago.

"You two dating yet?" He leaned closer to you, whispering the question into your ear.

Your eyes widened and you stopped drinking your wine mid-sip.

"What is wrong with you?! He's my best friend." You whispered back.

Out if the corner of your eye, you caught Charles slightly glaring at the exchange happening beside him. You ignored that, not wanting to ruin the buzz you were feeling by overthinking your best friend's behavior.

"Fine. Whatever you say, i guess." He replied, grabbing the bottle of alcohol and refilling your cup.

The night continued that way. You ate delicious food, chatted with a bunch of people and drank a lot. Pete was still coming closer than necessary to you every time he wanted to say something and surprisingly you felt yourself getting comfortable with that. Charles on the other hand seemed to have developed a new hobby of glaring at the McLaren mechanic while Pierre was looking at him with a mix of entertainment and concern.

"So, how do you two know each other?" Charles suddenly interrupted your conversation with Pete, almost turning his whole body to face you two.

"We met at the paddock a few months ago." You replied with ease thanks to the wine.

"Oh. Just that? I feel like you're really used to each other." He pointed out, taking a bite of his food into his mouth so his curiosity would look a bit more casual.

"Well, we did go on a date back then. But, that is about it." Pete explained.

Charles' fork froze mid-air.

"And how come i have never heard of that date? I thought we tell each other everything." Charles directed the question at you and you shrugged while Pete smirked because he knew the answer to that.

"It's not like you tell me about everyone you date." You argued, not liking where the conversation was headed.

"Uh, i do tell you about everyone i date." He spoke as if his statement was the truest, most obvious thing in the world.

"You're not fooling me, Chuck. You're telling me you haven't dated anyone in, like what, a year?"

"Yes, i'm telling you that because it is the truth." He looked pissed that you didn't believe him. It surely didn't help that you were staring at him in disbelief.

Luckily, Pierre interfered.

"Don't worry, he's only joking." He clarified.

That, in fact, made more sense. However, Charles' head quickly snapped towards his friend.

"No, i'm not. Tu sais que c'est la verité." You know it's the truth.

"Let it go, Charles." Pierre seemed to warn him and Charles finally gave in.

But, despite everything you could almost see the thoughts spiraling inside his head and you knew this conversation would be brought up later.

Pierre's intervention worked well until it didn't. In other words, it worked until Pete placed his arm around the back of you chair. That earned him quite the look from Charles who then proceeded to down his drink after Pierre nudged him. You didn't know what was up with him, but you intended on figuring it out later.

Meanwhile, your best friend seemed to avoid looking your way. He was literally actively avoiding shifting his gaze to your side and you could tell a few other people had noticed the high tension on your side of your table.

Sighing, you leaned onto Charles' side a little, softly resting your hand on his shoulder, causing him to finally look at you.

"Qu'est-ce qui se passe, Charles?" What's happening, Charles?

He shook his head and sighed before answering you.

"I think I'm gonna leave, i'm not really comfortable here right now, honestly. I'm gonna go get the car. If you want to leave too, follow me. But if you wanna stay, call me later to pick you up. Don't leave with anyone random, please." He pressed a kiss onto your forehead before excusing himself and making his way out of the restaurant.

Pierre looked at you with a curious, questioning frown as he started getting up to follow his friend.

"I've got it," you gestured for him to stay, "I'm leaving with him anyway."

Pierre nodded, so you excused yourself and left.

Once you stepped out, you easily noticed Charles' car and made your way to it, quickly slipping into the vehicle.

Charles drove in silence to the hotel. Once you arrived, he parked the car in an underground parking, turned it off but didn't show any intentions of getting out of it, so you sat there beside him, resisting the urge to ask the question burning in your mind. But you couldn't put it off long enough.

"Charles, is something wrong? I should've told you about Pete, i know... but I honestly didn't think it was that important. You know i tell you everything significant about my life."

"It's not..." he sighed, stopping his sentence and replacing his words with a nod.

He got out of the car and waited for you to join him. Once you were beside him, you two walked side by side into the hotel then into the suite where you went directly into your room to change into something more comfortable.

Once the dress was exchanged for sweatpants and a t-shirt, you made your way back into the kitchen-living room area where you found Charles sat in the dark on the small couch, his button down now only buttoned halfway and his belt sitting on the table as the television illuminated his face softly. You were grabbing a bottle of water from the mini fridge when you noticed a bottle of red wine and a bouquet of roses on the small counter space. You frowned, hesitantly inspecting the small card attached to the bouquet. There wasn't anything on there.

"Charles, what are these?" You asked, voice barely audible.

He looked over to see what you were talking about.

"The hotel probably sent them." He shrugged.

"Oh." Was all you managed to say as you made your way to sit by him, leaving an amount of space that was unusual for the two of you.

"Listen, I don't really know what happened, but I don't like how awkward this has suddenly become. Do you want me to leave you alone?" You finally gave in.

He immediately turned to look at you.

"What? No. Of course not. I'm so happy to have you here. Why would i ask you to leave me alone?" He patted the spot closer to him, "Come here."

You scooted over and he pulled you to him so that your head was resting on his shoulder.

Any other time, your heart would have been beating out of your chest, but the lingering awkwardness prevented that from happening.

"Then why were you angry tonight?"

His head dropped back to rest against the back of the couch and he let out a loud breath.

"You get to pick the answer since one of the options has serious consequences. Do you want me to bullshit a reason, or do you want the truth? No matter what it might change?"

His words caused you to sit back up straighter than ever as nerves froze your body.

"Charles, what?"

"Pick the answer, y/n." You went radio silent, your eyes searching his face for any clue that would tell you what was happening.

"The truth, always." You faked confidence, because in reality your hands were shaking and your mind was racing.

"Don't say I didn't warn you." His eyes locked with yours, freezing you in your spot.

"Spill it, Leclerc."

"Fine, i love you." If his look froze you then this sent you into paralysis.

"I love you and that is why I was upset tonight. I'm just so sick of dropping so many hints just for you to go flirt with yet another asshole. I've known this for so much time and i've planned so many ways to tell you every time i see you, wether on vacations or race weekends or facetime calls even but i was always too afraid to say it. The latest plan was the flowers and the wine, but it seemed unfair to tell you tonight like i had planned because i saw that you were interested in someone. But fuck, I can't keep it to myself anymore because it's tearing at my heart every fucking day we're together and even more when we're apart." He blurted, not bothering to think the words through. His voice sounded fragile as if he was on the verge of crying. It left you speechless, the whole situation, his words, his voice and the look in his eyes.

"Charles..." you started but trailed off, not finding the words to say.

"Listen, i get it. You don't have to love me back, I'm not asking you to, i just needed to get it off my chest.”

"What?" You were in disbelief.

"Yeah, you don't have to love me back." Even in the dim light, you could see the tears glistening in his eyes, "l just need you to take what I'm feeling into consideration for a little while until i can get this under control. Je te promets que je trouverai une solution à ça. Ne t'inquiète pas. I'm not gonna lose you, i need you by my side, even if it's just as a friend." I promise you i'll find a solution to this. Don't worry. He said, his fingers quickly wiping under his eyes.

"Please don't cry, Charles. Je te supplie." I'm begging you. You didn't know what to do. "Look at me." You pulled on his hand, urging him to meet your eyes but when he refused to, you blurted out the first thing that came to your mind.

"The reason I didn't go on a second date with Pete was because i moaned your name when he kissed me after the first one."

That definitely caught his attention. He quickly looked at you with astonishment.

"T’as fais quoi?!" What did you do? He basically squealed, making you smile.

Instead of replying you kissed a tear off his cheek as your hand cupped his face.

"I love you too, Charles." You whispered softly before connecting your lips to his in a brief kiss.

“Finally” your mind was screaming as you tasted his lips against yours. You've imagined doing this countless times over the last few months. You've created scenarios about how it would happen and what it would feel like but nothing did this feeling justice, nothing could have prepared you for the relief that would come from simply kissing him after the long-endured envy to do so. It felt like a grand finale, one with fireworks and choreographies and happy songs. It felt like safety after an eternity spent in danger. It felt like how you imagined heaven would feel like.

"Fuck. Say it again." He asked, desperation lacing his tone.

"I love you. I really do and i'm so sorry that this has hurt you so much for so long. I really am. But-" He shut you up with another kiss, this time pulling you to sit on his lap as he kissed you.

"This might have just become my favorite thing to do." He smiled against your lips, making you chuckle too once he pulled away.

"Just wait until you-" You started but he didn't let you finish the sentence.

"Nope. You don't wanna go there right now." He laughed.

"So what, sexual jokes are okay when we're friends but now they're not?"

"Oh, no. They're definitely okay. In fact, they'll always be our thing. But right now, we should be busy acting them out instead of making them, you know?" He smirked, hands wrapping around you as he unexpectedly picked you up and took you to his bedroom, setting you down on the bed.

His lips connected to yours for mere seconds before he pulled away.

"I'm gonna go grab the wine now because once we're both in this bed, I don't think anyone out of us will be getting out of this room before it's morning." He teased before disappearing out of the door.

The next morning, you woke up weirded out by the fact that your skin was touching someone else's and that there was two arms wrapped around you. Then, all the events from last night flooded your mind, the newly-created memories making you smile widely. This time you didn't rush to get out of bed like you did that one vacation, instead you cuddled closer into Charles' chest and watched as he opened one eye to peak at you, a breathtaking smile taking over his face.

"Bonjour, mon amour." Good morning, my love. He greeted, his morning voice unmissable.

"Bonjour, chéri." You replied as you brushed your fingers through his hair.

You could get used to this, you thought. In fact, it was undeniable that you wanted to get used to waking up next to Charles and to him calling you "my love." It was all you've ever wanted, actually.

All you’ve ever wanted was right there in front of you and you couldn’t be more thankful.

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Can we get some headcannons about the BOYS? (thats what im calling them)

I like it, from here on out they are the boys.

since you didn't specify for what exactly, I chose random things that I have thought of, too many times before.

Altaïr 🦅

• more than once this man has walked into a glass door, and on a few occasions broke said door. he walked away like nothing happened.

• I've said it once and I'll say it again : this man is terrible with technology. like, the only stuff he's good with is old time, back in the day kinda stuff. keyboard? can't use it for shit. typewriter? this guy is like a damn journalist. laptop? the thing is destroyed because he got so mad when he couldn't figure out where the mouse was, even when desmond showed him where it was. old desktop that's built like a t.v.? perfect, everything makes sense now.

• when checking out at stores and the cashiers say "have a good day" on multiple occasions, an embarrassing amount of occasions this man has responded with: "what's so good about it", "thanks.", "you have good days?", "I didn't even want to get out of bed this morning.", "im leaving now"

• due to the last one: this man never uses a credit or debit card. cash only.

• before he broke the pasta noodles in half in front of ezio, he's thought about doing it way too many times. the reason he finally acted on it was because ezio brought up the many fires, explosions, and overall chaos that has happened when he "cooks". Altaïr internally said "fuck you, AND your pasta noodles"

• has set the microwave on fire before, blown out the front of it. cue desmond and arno running into the kitchen frantically putting the fire out, taking out what was inside it. there was a can of green beans. cue des and arno asking him why the hell he put a METAL can in the microwave. "oh you're not supposed to put metal in the microwave?"

• he is NOT a morning person. if you go to wake up this man and he's in a deep sleep, he's waking up swinging. Jacob has been slugged in the face a few times.

• I feel like Altaïr would like to nap in the sun/warm places.

• believe it or not, he was the weird kid that ate dirt.

• as a kid he was gifted an bald eagle as a birthday present from his dad, he was gifted a little yellow parakeet as his birthday present from his mother. he named her sunflower and the eagle apollo. he came back from training one day wanting to spend time with apollo and sunflower. apollo was there but sunflower wasn't, but there were yellow feathers everywhere. his dad told him apollo ate sunflower. Altaïr plucked all of apollos feathers on his head out. "you really are a bald eagle now aren't you, you little shit" vengeance for sunflower was served.

Ezio 🌹

• this man is a 5 star chef when it comes to authentic Italian food. don't ask him to make American food. anything other than Italian food he can't cook.

• after becoming great friends with Arno, ezio too is now a hopeless romantic.

• ezio and arno send each other memes either during conversations or as conversations.

• doesn't hesitate on the intrusive thoughts. just does them.

• has worn both his mother and Claudia's make up before, and he is flawless when putting on eyeliner. he doesn't go all out, he's more of the natural beauty kind of guy.

• this man can take one look at a person and correctly guess their clothing size.

• he and arno like to get together and have gossip sessions with a nice (few) bottles of wine.

• I whole heartedly believe that ezio is an amazing artist. he and leonardo bonded over painting, sketching, drawing etc. and on more than one occasion has joked with Arno with the whole "paint me like one of your French girls" gets a smack to the back of the head everytime.

• loves teasing Altaïr, he's so easy to rile up and ezio gets a laugh out of it. that is until Altaïr breaks pasta noodles in front of him. fists are up and ready to go.

• hates horses cause they have a long face, it makes him uncomfortable.

Arno 🥐

• has punched both edward and Jacob multiple times for pronouncing "croissant" wrong.

• gossip time with ezio is one of his favorite days of the week.

• when having conversations with ezio its either with memes in it, or how the conversation is being had.

• will not hesitate to roast you. loves roasting people, in fact he deep down hopes that someone will piss him off enough to roast them. even though he doesn't really need a reason.

• is very protective over the boys. (this man has trauma, can we blame him)

• an amazing singer. ezio has asked Arno for tips/lessons and once Arno heard him sing he said "can you hear yourself? no? good, cause trust me, you don't want to."

• he's really good at writing: poetry, songs, stories and even plays, but he's self conscious so he'd never try to get them to actually be put out there. ezio and desmond are his #1 hype team.

• I can see him being a great figure skater. don't know why, but I do.

• is a great baker, another 5 star chef when it comes to making authentic (french) food.

• he and Altaïr like to people watch and judge them like Simeon Cowell.

Connor🐺

• this man has a petting zoo of animals, from childhood into adulthood.

• calls animals fur babies, change my mind.

• is another one who is protective over the boys

• believe it or not, he's more in tune with his emotional side like Arno and Ezio.

• loves wearing flannels, not only are they comfy but he likes the way they look.

• wants to build himself a cabin, like the ones you see some youtubers do. chop down the trees, use them to build it and all that jazz.

• wants to have a timber wolf as a pet, it's his dream pet. he truly wants just a wolf, but knows it's not a good idea.

• brought a turkey into the house as a kid, Ziio was not a happy camper. but she didn't want connor to be sad, so she said he could keep it as long as it stayed outside.

• the turkey and Connor were playing outside of their village. it was November. there was a loud bang, Connor turned around and turkey had been shot...and he was shot by none other than Charles Lee. another reason he hates the man so much.

• (for this one we're gonna say Haytham and Ziio stayed together) whenever Charles Lee came over to visit, Connor never liked him. when his parents weren't looking he would do this to Charles Lee; bite, kick, pour salt in his food and drink, make faces etc. Haytham knew, but it also amused Haytham so he said nothing.

Edward🏴‍☠️

• cried while getting his first tattoo, like sobbed.

• Mary on more than one occasion has gotten him (when he's drunk ofc) to cross dress (like she does as james)

• is a huge fan of the Pirates of the Caribbean movie series.

• sings sea shantys when doing things around the house.

• has slept outside many times while drunk. doesn't remember how he got there, when he got there, or why he stayed.

• has wanted to try those swimming like a mermaid trend.

• wants the boys to get a pirate themed tattoo with him.

• he and Jacob like to go out drinking together and watch each other get drunk because of the way they act. unfortunately while doing this since the both of them are drunk neither knows what in God's name is going on, until they wake up outside half naked wondering why they're wearing lipstick.

• has said many times "im never drinking again" yet is holding a cup filled with alcohol.

• has pushed Jacob off the side of the jackdaw when he pissed him off.

Jacob🎩

• being evies worst nightmare is his favorite passtime.

• teases evie for having a crush on 2 of his best friends, she tells him if he ever told them his manhood will be missing when he wakes up.

• woke up on a roof one time after drinking escapades with Edward the night before. Edward was on the roof across from him.

• has worn his shoes on the wrong feet all day long to annoy evie, but also was too lazy to put them on the right feet.

• he tries to trip evie whenever the two of them are going up the stairs. jokes on him he actually trips himself.

• is the king of intrusive thoughts.

• 95% of the time he gives into those intrusive thoughts, that small 5% is evie being able to stop them before they happened.

• got a drunk tattoo with Edward once, it's a tramp stamp.

• he's the one filling Edward's cup whenever Edward says he's never drinking again.

• even though he's a jokester and does stupid stuff, he's honestly one of the most trustworthy people the boys know. "he may be an idiot, but he's our idiot" and evies like "go ahead and have him. I should have killed him in the womb"

Desmond🐶

• was adopted by the Auditores when he left the farm.

• when he first started bartending, he broke over half the glasses they had.

• debated on becoming a therapist about a year into bartending, he sure as hell felt like one. might as well get paid the right money for it.

• he doesn't like to drink alcohol very often due to how he's around it so much while he works, and sees how people act. not a favorite pass time, but he does enjoy having a glass of wine with Arno and Ezio.

• he's really good at playing guitar, he and Arno like to do little karaoke sessions, ezio is there but isn't allowed to sing.

• is good at cooking all types of foods, just don't ask him to bake. he's not good with precision so the sweets always come out messed up. leave that to arno.

• wants to get more tattoos, and has tried talking the boys into getting the brotherhood/creed insignia tattooed.

• I see desmond as a piercings kind of guy. what they are, who knows.

• Desmond is the golden retriever friend, everyone loves him.

• Desmond is the epitome of "I didn't want to wake up today, im tired you're lucky I dragged my corpse out of bed today"

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