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Romance peaked at Rick O'Connell telling Beni with deadly seriousness that he was in Evey's seat and had to move. Evey's seat is beside Rick no matter where she might have been or how long someone else had been sat there. He will make them make space for her.
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Moment of Truth
Neteyam’s First Rut: Chapter VII
Read Chapter I, Chapter II, Chapter III, Chapter IV, Chapter V & Chapter VI
Masterlist ; Rut/Heat/Knotting Info
🔞 minors, do not interact 🔞
Characters: Neteyam Sully (21) x Avatar Reader (21)
Warnings: nsfw, ANGSTANGSTANGST, pregnancy, blood, reader cries way too much, a sliver of smut (in comparison), make up/pregnant sex creampie, oral sex (f receiving)
Word Count: 8.5k [I have no excuse]
Requested: Yes || No || Kinda
Author’s Note: why am I so dramatic lol. the amount of angst in this is sickening, but it’s okay there’s a happy ending, I promise.
Synopsis: You’ve been keeping a big secret from your mate, Neteyam. It’s time to come clean, but when finally you decide to... something happens.
Previously:
“Ma’ yawne. You had me worried. Ta’sun is in good hands, okay? Let us go home.” he reassures you, not even considering how being away for long would make you feel. He rubs your back whilst coming out the water. “How do you feel... otherwise?” he asks, a sliver of relief in his voice.
“I’m okay. I just want to go home, please.” you mumble, already feeling the guilt of lying about something so big.
The ride home is quiet. You cling to your mate, running an array of scenarios through your head. Scenarios of you sitting him down, and telling him the truth. Only for him to respond to you with a cold shoulder, or worse – anger and disappointment. You can already hear it:
“y/n, how could you be so careless? If you knew, why did you not say anything? I asked you, multiple times!”
Because the truth is, you knew. You knew from the moment you sat in between his legs on Seze, feeling the influence of his pheromones. You knew, deep down, that your heat was creeping up on you, yet you still reassured him that you wanted this – wanted him. You knew that when you did accept the truth, that it was too late.
Your eyes remain shut, tears still silently running down your cheeks, hurting from words he never spoke.
“Shh... my love. We are almost there. Ta’sun is going to be so excited to see his sa’nu [mummy], that he will not even look his sempu [daddy].” he chuckles, a warm hand holding you close to him.
His words only make you bawl more, dimples forming in your chin as it quivers. The thought of your baby jumping about excited to see you makes your heart sink even more, because you know you could have another budding in your womb, excited to meet you too.
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Three weeks have passed since Neteyam’s rut. Each day felt torturous, carrying the burden of such a heavy secret in your heart. There were countless moments where you yearned to sit down and tell him the truth – to tell him you may be pregnant. But there were also moments where you tried, where it came out more as a light-hearted joke, rather than a confession. The moments where he made it clear that it not something he wanted.
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“You look like you want a baby tsmukan [brother] or tsmuke [sister] to protect, ma’ Ta’sun. Look at you getting so big.” you coo, watching your son crawl to you.
Neteyam chuckles behind you, watching his son try his best to make quick strides back to his sa’nu. “None, right ma’ Ta’sun? You are still a baby yourself, too young and sweet to have that responsibility.” Neteyam speaks from his own experience, being the bigger brother – the protector, all his life.
Just like that, a few more stones in your heart.
It hurt you. To know the father of your child wouldn’t be excited to hear he was having another. It only made you retreat even further into your shell, denying yourself your own excitement of possibly having another Ta’sun in your womb. You tried your best to turn a blind eye to your blatant symptoms, that you began to experience in only a week.
Just the sight of steamed bladder polyps made you gag, and if the smell ever wafts past your nose, you’d to run out of the tent to heave into the shrubs. The craving for Yovo fruit has come back ten-fold, now being the only thing that you can keep down. There was a new heaviness in your womb, much like the heaviness in your heart. A heaviness that no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t deny.
Your breasts became tender and sore. Each time he latched white-hot pain seared through your breast, making you jolt in your skin. You endured it regardless; you’d do anything for your son. But Ta’sun weaned overnight, out the blue – another thing that kept you from sleeping soundly.
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“Teyam, he keeps biting me.” you cry, frustrated and worn out. “It hurts, I-I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what is happening.” you lie once more, already knowing it’s because your milk doesn’t taste the same due to the new hormones in your body.
“Ah, my love.” he rests his hands on your shoulders, only for you to shrug him away. “It is alright. It is time now that he weans.” he tries to reassure you, stepping back to give you the space you want.
“You are not listening to me... I wish you listened to me.” you hiccup, talking about something completely different.
His brows pinch together, pity plastered on his face. “Oh, ma’ yawne. I know you are frustrated.” a hand hovers over your shoulder for a split second, “I am sorry.” he apologizes, retreating his hand, feeling like he could be a better mate – a better father.
You felt terrible. You knew your attitude hurt Neteyam, lashing out on him when you were upset.
Neteyam could tell something was off about you, but he chalked it up to something that happened that day – something that he did wrong. There was unspoken, unpleasant tension between the two of you. You remained in your shell, trying to hide all the symptoms of the budding babe in your womb. But it only came off as detachment. He tried to make it up to you daily with numerous gestures of love, all of which you brushed off because of the guilt bubbling deep in your chest. You felt that you didn’t deserve his love, keeping a lie this big from him – and he felt that he deserved your cold, distant treatment.
“Ma’ txe’lan [heart]. I made your favourite. Are you hungry?” he smiled wide, bringing you a bowl of steamed bladder polyps with Ta’sun strapped to his chest.
Your face screwed, stomach turning at the smell wafting past your nose. Eyes slamming shut, you exhale harshly, trying to get the smell out your system. A fire sets in your lungs as they beg for air. You shake your head, and run outside, leaving him there alone – his smile drooping into a frown.
He waited patiently for you to come around, giving you as much time as you needed. At times, he confided in his mother, wishing to get clarity – to gain some sort of understanding. He thought, perhaps it was something deeper, something that women experience after having a baby. There would be moments where he would try to talk to you, or just cherish you in his arms. The moments where he would lightly tug at your queue, silently asking to feel connected with you.
--
Neteyam presses his body against yours, yearning for his mates’ soft, soothing touch. He misses you, yet you’re lying right in front of him. Not wanting to pressure you into anything, he never took it father that just this. But tonight, his heart weighs extra heavy, despite it being empty.
“Y/n.” he whispers, lips brushing against your neck. “I miss you.” his voice cracks, riddled with anguish.
The words are like a dagger to your heart, piercing it enough for the stones to tumble out. You miss him, too. Yet you lay there as silent as a yerik [hexapede], putting on yet another sleeping façade. Desperate fingertips brush the length of your queue. He knows that you’re awake, he could hear your thumping heart.
“I love you, y/n.” he whispers once more, knowing you’re listening. “I see you. For life.” his way of telling you that he’ll wait for however long you need him to.
You cry, and cry, and cry, scooting back into his arms as you tugged your queue from his fingertips, holding it tight to your bosom. “I love you.” you spit the words, breath hitching from your sobs.
You couldn’t believe yourself, being such a hypocrite. You were so upset with Neteyam when he lied to you about going on the hunting trip with his father so he could just spend his rut alone. A lie that was for your benefit.
It all became unbearable. Your symptoms became unbearable – indubitable. It was eating you alive, you had to know for sure... to come clean. But you didn’t know how. To simply say “I think I am pregnant” seemed too easy – too simple. How could you say such a thing after weeks of mistreatment? After weeks of being a horrid mate? You needed advice. Who better to give that to you than your best friend?
Kiri.
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“Neteyam. Kiri wanted to talk to me. Sounds important. You okay with Ta’sun for a while?” the lie slips off your tongue too easily.
“Of course, ma’ yawne. Don’t you want to eat before you go? You have not eaten all day.” he smiles slightly, glancing at the bladder polyps.
“Uh – no. But thank you, Nete. I’m gonna get going before the eclipse starts, okay?” you say, backing out of the tent. “I’ll see you in a bit.”
“Oh, okay. I love-” his voice strains, quickening to catch you before you... slip out the door. “...you.” he finishes his sentence, a sinking feeling in his chest makes his ears lay flat. He looks down at his son, perched in his lap.
“What did sempu [daddy] do wrong?” he croaks, tucking Ta’sun’s growing hair behind his ears. Ta’sun babbles at his father in return, staring up at him with a wide-eyed goggle and a gummy smile.
----
Too deep in thought, you were already at Kiri’s tent, standing at her door focused on your feet. The emotional overload is overwhelming. You were... everything, all at once. Angry. Sad. Disappointed. Anxious... In denial – heavy denial. Kiri being his sister didn’t make it any better. How would you tell her? How could you tell her? You’d been mistreating her brother for weeks. Surely, she wouldn’t be happy to hear that, even if you’re her best friend – her sister. Body going into fight or flight, you turn around, ready to flee.
“Y/n?” Kiri’s hushed voice makes to spin around, surprised. “Why are you here?” a look of puzzlement on her face, she peeks behind you, looking for Neteyam and Ta’sun before focusing back on you. Her expression softens, taking in the sight of her sister’s puffy eyes, and tear-stained cheeks. “...what happened? Come.” she asks through a gasp, dragging you in her tent.
She sits you next to her on her cot, waiting patiently for you to speak on your own. All you can do is bury your face into your hands and cry silent tears. Snaking her arm around your shoulder, she pulls you in, swaying you both side to side.
“Tsmuke [sister].” her tongue clicks, “tell me what’s the matter, hm?” she hums, rubbing your arm.
Breath skipping uncontrollably, you try to tell her what happened, only for it to come out as gibberish. All except for the words “you’re going to be mad at me.”
“Y/n. Take a breath. You’re okay. You’re safe. I won’t be upset with you, okay?” she calms you, holding you in front of her firmly by the arms. “Okay?” she repeats slowly.
You nod quickly, wiping away your tears. “I think that I am pregnant.”
Kiri searches your eyes, a look of puzzlement washing over her once more. “I don’t understand. Isn’t this a good thing? A blessing, yes? And why would I be upset with you about that?”
“B-because. I-I have been hiding it from Neteyam. I’ve been a horrid mate. I didn’t know my heat would come. I’ve been so cold and distant from him. And – and he doesn’t understand why! I try my best to hide my symptoms, but I just end up avoiding him. Lashing out on h-him. He – he thinks it’s his fault. That he did something wrong. I want to tell him, but... I don’t know how.” you blubber on and on, eventually looking up at Kiri’s even more puzzled face. “He’s going to be upset with me, Kiri.” you voice hushes down into a hoarse whisper, bottom lip trembling.
“Y/n.” she huffs out as a sigh. “Why would he be upset? Was he upset when you found out about Ta’sun? No. He loves being a father. Why would he be... upset?” she repeats her question, grimacing at the word. She knows her brother puts his mate and child over anything – anyone.
“He said it himself. H-he thanked Eywa... that he didn’t get me pregnant. He thinks it’s too soon – too soon for Ta’sun to have a younger sibling. He’s been like this since we first mated, Kiri. He told me once that I was lucky I didn’t get pregnant on my first heat. I just, I know he will be upset with-” your blubber is cut short by Kiri holding your face.
“Tell. Him.” she states firmly, pursing her lips slightly. She pulls you in, wrapping her arms around you. “Tell him, y/n. Trust me.” she hums, tightening her warm embrace. “And we need to go see grandmother. Today. Like, now.” she pulls back, raising her brows as she looks at you, as if to say ‘got it?’.
You try to smile, biting your bottom lip. Hearing Kiri’s comforting words and feeling her soothing touch lightened the weight in your heart. But it’s quickly filled with something else, something that quickened the thud of your heart. Fear.
Kiri picked up on it straight away, a gift from Eywa if you will. “Do not fret. It will be okay, no matter what she says. I am here for you. Everyone is here for you.” she says her words slowly, drilling them in your head.
Will Neteyam be here for me? You ponder.
----
“You are with child.” Mo’at grins, placing her wooden pick back into its casing. She kneels behind you, humming as she presses her palm firmly against your back. “seykxel sì nitram [congratulations], a girl child.” her grin grows wider, “Ta’sun will have tsmuke [sister].”
A baby girl.
For the first in three weeks, you feel nothing but happiness. It’s like a moment of silence in all the noise, all the buzz that’s been ringing non-stop in your head. All the voices finally hush, leaving your heart warm, and light. A moment of euphoria.
A moment.
A silent gasp parts Mo’at’s lips. Eyes rolling back into her head, she mutters under her breath – something you can’t quite make out. “Grandmother?” Kiri squeaks quietly, afraid to disturb the elder in trance. Mo’at’s grin falls quickly.
“Kiri?” you reach your hand out to find her. She holds your hand, giving it a quick squeeze, reminding you of her words ‘It will be okay, no matter what she says.’
“My child. Your distress has affected your unborn. You must rest. Go. Tell your mate.” she states, slowly backing away from you.
A moment.
Waves of anxiety and guilt crash into you so hard they wind you, leaving you breathless. Not only had you been a terrible mate, but a terrible mother, ignoring your unborn – denying her existence. The heaviness of your heart returns, ten-fold, leaving no space for the happiness that was just there.
It didn’t feel real.
Is there really a baby in here? You rest a gentle hand on your abdomen.
Kiri embraces you once more, snapping you out of your daze. “Tell him, y/n. Tell him now.”
“Okay.” you mutter, getting up to walk out the healer’s tent. Kiri walks next to you, linking her arm with yours. “I got it, Kiri. Thank you.” you say monotonously, trying to feel nothing for the sake of your... baby.
“Are you sure?” she asks, slowly unlinking her arm from yours.
“Yeah. I’m sure. I’m going to take my time anyways... to think some more.” your words are flat, lifeless – much like how you feel.
“Alright, y/n. The eclipse is starting, so don’t take too long. Okay?” she hesitates, reluctant to leave you alone.
“Yeah. Okay.” you say, keeping your eyes on your feet.
“Everything will be alright. Get plenty of rest.” she tries to comfort you, only to be met with your blank stare.
Parting ways, you begin the trek home. It wasn’t too far, unfortunately. You really wanted some more time to think about what you were going to say and how you were going to say it. Not only did you have to tell him that you are pregnant, but that your stress and dishonesty have been affecting the baby, too. At this point, you don’t know howhe’ll react.
How could you even say this? ‘Neteyam. I’m pregnant. A baby girl, but she’s at risk because of my careless actions’ or, how about ‘I was a piece of shit mate to you for three weeks and have been hiding my pregnancy – denying the existence of our unborn daughter, who is suffering because of it.’
Nothing you came up with was good enough. Nothing sounded right. The more you thought about it, the more it registered how badly you fucked up. Your eyes remain locked on your feet, watching each toe grip the flora beneath you, step after step. You watch as the freckles on your skin glow as the eclipse occurs. You didn’t even realize that you’d been walking aimlessly this entire time. So deep in thought, you veered off the path to your tent.
Finally looking up into the darkness, you see the bioluminescence of the panoprya, anemonids and kentens [flying fan lizard] light up the forest. “Shit.” you mutter, becoming aware of the sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach. Doing a quick 360, it dawns on you.
You’re lost.
“Shit. Shit. How far out am I? I don’t even know where I am.” you think out loud. Without giving it a second thought, you pick a direction and walk. Unbeknownst to you, you were just venturing deeper into the forest. The sounds of the fauna frightened you, keeping you on edge, only making you walk faster, and faster. Before you know it, you’re racing towards a finish line that didn’t exist.
Winded, you stop to catch your breath, leaning against a thick tree trunk. In the distance, you spot a heavily damaged link shack. You had heard of it before, Jake told the story about his final battle with Quaritch at family dinner. But you had never seen it in person. The sight makes you dizzy. Heart thumping violently between your ribs, you press the button on your throat microphone with a shaky hand.
“Ma’ tìyawn [love].” you sniffle.
----
With the eclipse occurring, Neteyam only becomes more and more worried about you. “Ta’sun, where is your sa’nu [mummy]?” he coos quietly, looking down at his sleeping babe in his arms. “I think we should go check on her. What do you think?” he whispers.
With Ta’sun strapped tightly to his chest, he gears up with his bow and arrows and makes the quick journey to Kiri’s tent.
“Kiri!” he whispers with a harsh voice, babe still sleeping nuzzled into his chest. With no response, he calls out again. “Kiri! Y/n!”.
Silence.
Bursting through the door, Neteyam sees Kiri sound asleep. Furrowed brows raise, beaded eyes widen, pursed lips part – a shocked expression contorts his face. His legs take a second to long to respond to his commands to move. But when they do, he bolts towards Kiri, shaking her awake. Practically jumping out of her own skin, she stands in front of her brother, groggy and confused.
“Kiri. Kiri. Where is y/n? She told me she was coming here, to talk to you. Where is she?” he asks frantically, grip tightening on his sister’s upper arm.
“She – she went home! We went to see Mo’at and then she went home. Didn’t she tell you?” Kiri hand snaps to her forehead as she stares blearily at her brother.
Ta’sun stirs against his father’s chest. Neteyam bounces reflexively, hushing his voice to a harsh whisper. “No! Tell me what? Why did you go to see Mo’at? Where is y/n?”
A crackle of static comes through Neteyam’s earpiece.
“Ma’ tìyawn [love].” you sniffle.
Neteyam’s heart skips a beat. He hasn’t heard you call him that in weeks. It sounds as if you’re crying, voice hushed, yet harsh. He could hear the whooping and cackling of nocturnal creatures in the background and your heavy breaths.
“Ma’ yawne... Where are you?” he chokes out, unwrapping the prrsmung [carrier] from his chest, signalling with his eyes that Kiri take the baby.
“If I tell you, you’re going to be mad, my ‘teyam.” you murmur.
Kiri takes the baby gently, so not to wake him. Neteyam fixes his bow to his chest, hurrying out of Kiri’s tent. “I won’t be mad. Just tell me, love.” he tries not to sound panicked, as he makes his way towards the forest.
“I – I don’t know.” you squeak, fear evident in your voice. “I think I’m at the old shack... the forbidden one.”
Oh, shit.
“Okay. Okay. Stay there. Do not move, understand? It is forbidden for a reason. I am coming now, just – please.” his own fear shook his voice, too.
“O-okay, my Nete. I... need to tell you s-something.” your breath hitches.
“Tell me when I get there, okay? I’m coming now. Just stay there.” he hums, trying to calm you down. By the way you were speaking it sounded as if you were trying to mutter your last words to him, and that terrified him.
“No, i-it can’t wait. It’s important. I don’t even know how to stay it, Nete. I’m just so sorry. I really am. I love you, so much. And I miss you. I miss Ta’sun.” you blabber, tears freely flowing down your cheeks.
“Y/n. Please. You are scaring me now. What is going on?” his voice bounces as he weaves through the panoprya and jutting tree branches. He has not heard you speak like this in weeks.
“I need to tell you... the truth. All of it. I’m pr – ” a sudden gasp, then static.
“Y/n? Y/n?” he repeats, thuds becoming louder as his heels strike the ground harder – faster. “y/n?!”
---- [repetition of words incoming]
The eclipse is in full bloom, only the bioluminescence around you can be seen – leaving you with few senses to rely on. Ethereal sounds of the forest echo in your ears, the scaly bark of the tree scrapes the skin on your back, wafting the scent of your own blood by your nose. A terrible feeling wrings your gut, making you queasy. Or perhaps that was the budding babe in your womb. It’s an eerie feeling – right dead in the pit of your stomach. It frightens you... terrifies you. It feels as if...
...someone is watching you.
You huddle further into the tree, closing your eyes to concentrate on your mates’ voice. “Okay. Okay. Stay there. Do not move, understand? It is forbidden for a reason. I am coming now, just – please.” Neteyam’s shaky voice comes through your earpiece.
Snap. No other than the sound of a twig breaking in two. How cliché.
You squeeze your eyes tighter, hoping that if you don’t look, it’ll go away. A hand flies to your mouth – your poor attempt at keeping the sounds of your heavy breaths to a minimum. The last time you were this petrified was when Auzo assaulted you in broad day light. What if that day repeats? What if something... someone, is watching you?
You had to tell him, now.
“O-okay, my Nete. I... need to tell you s-something.” you whisper into your hand, breath hitching.
“Tell me when I get there, okay? I’m coming now. Just stay there.” he tries to soothe his shaky voice.
Your eyes fly open to the rustle of the lush foliage above you.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I want to go home to my mate. To Ta’sun. You let go a breath you didn’t know you were even holding.
“No, i-it can’t wait. It’s important. I don’t even know how to stay it, Nete. I’m just so sorry. I really am. I love you, so much. And I miss you. I miss Ta’sun.” you blabber out a little too loudly, tears stinging your face.
“Y/n. Please. You are scaring me now. What is going on?” his bouncing voice is panic-stricken.
The rustling intensifies.
You gulp down a wad of spit. The hand covering your mouth trembles, droplets of tears falling on its luminescent freckles. “I need to tell you... the truth. All of it. I’m pr – ”
You gasp suddenly, hitting the floor with a thud. Something – someone is on top of you, pinning you face down. The earpiece falls out your ear, cutting off Neteyam shouting your name. It all happens so quick. In a moment, he has your hands tied behind your back, and a knife to your throat.
“Up.” A chilling voice sends a shiver down your spine. “Now!” he booms, jerking you up by the base of your queue. A deafening whimper parts your lips as you stand on the tips of your toes, trying your best to make space between your jugular and the knife’s blade.
He looks quickly at your fingers, counting ten in total. “Colonel. It’s Zhang. We got a half-breed. Site 26. Over.” he pages Quaritch.
Zhang? Colonel? As in... Colonel Quaritch?
Your belly ached at the words, twisting, and turning into a tight knot. Heart thumping violently against your ribs, your hold your breath, afraid of the blade a millimetre away from your throat.
“You’re coming with us, buttercup. Care to explain how you got ten fingers?” he snarls, pressing himself against you.
“’m not your fucking buttercup.” you squeeze out of clenched teeth, surprised by your own words.
Zhang chuckles deeply, tightening his grip on your queue, earning a high-pitched squeal from you. “Got a lil’ fight in ya’. Sit still, pretty. We got ways to make ya’ talk.”
“Two clicks out. Over.” a faint voice comes through his earpiece.
The magnitude of the situation quickly dawns on you. If you didn’t do something – if you didn’t get out now, you’d be kidnapped and tortured. An image of Ta’sun crying for his sa’nu [mama] in Neteyam’s arms flashes before you, igniting a roaring flame in your heart – incinerating the heaviness in it. Dagger pressed firmly to your throat, hand gripping your queue, binds on your wrists – the only thing free was your mouth.
----
Neteyam cautiously approaches the prohibited area, old link shack in sight. Hearing your high-pitched squeal, he quickly camouflages himself in the tall flora. Peeking through the slivers of the leaves, he catches the sight of what seems to be a Na’vi male pressing against you, holding a knife to your throat. He inhales sharply, blood bubbling under his skin, lips curling over his teeth.
Repositioning his stance, he loads his bow in an instant, ready to make his first kill. Hot air huffing through his nostrils, fury blurs his vision. He holds his breath, attempting to still his shaky hand as he pulls the fatal arrow back against his cheek. Heart galloping like a direhorse, he exhales slowly, aiming the pointed arrowhead at his prey.
“I have a baby... at home waiting for me... he’s – he’s almost five months old.” you speak slowly as tears stream down your face. Neteyam’s ears perk up at the sound of your small voice.
“Shut it, buttercup.” Zhang snaps at you, leaving a warning on your throat.
“He... needs his mama.” you choke out between hitched breaths, tears mixing with the blood trickling down your chest. Neteyam grimaces at your words, struggling to get a clear shot.
“Shut it!” He shouts, twisting the base of your queue.
“Mmmn!” you muffle out a cry, body tensing – eyes squeezing shut. “Please.” you breathe.
“Fuck!” Zhang yells angrily, spinning you around to face his towering frame. “Didn’t I tell you to fucking shut it?” he yanks your head back, positioning the tip of his dagger to your jugular.
You could tell from the look in his eyes that your words were getting to him, triggering him. It was as if he didn’t want to hear that you were a real person, with a life, a family – a baby in your belly. Not only did you have a baby at home, but you had one here with you, inside your womb. Your heart skips a beat as you prepare yourself to utter the words – to face the truth.
“I’m pregnant.” you mouth, words catching in your throat. Top lip twitching from rage, he withdraws his dagger, ready to make the lethal cut. “No. No! I’m pregnant! P-please.” you cry out, words dislodging abruptly – loudly. Your words echo in your ears, fuelling the menacing fire in your heart to incinerate whatever denial or doubt you had remaining.
Neteyam’s heart throbs in his chest, a surge of adrenaline rushing through him. His eyes widen, his focus becoming clear and sharp. His mate needs him – his mate who carries his unborn. Zhang’s grip loosens ever so slightly, predatory leer softening for a millisecond, providing Neteyam with a clear shot.
His releases his arrow of death, bowstring snapping against his forearm, impaling his prey through his back. You witness his body jolt, eyes dilate and constrict before they dim completely. His lifeless body slumps to the ground, arrow protruding out of his back as blood pools at your feet. Your eyes snap up, to see Neteyam’s wide stance, chest heaving violently from making his first kill. Your eyes lock with his, riddled with worry and anger.
“Neteyam!” you sob loudly, watching him bolt towards you.
“Did he touch you?!” he raises his voice, gripping your arms to move you back to examine your condition.
“N-no!” you stutter, in absolute shock.
Pulling you into his arms, he holds you tightly, one hand on the back of your head and the other fiddling with the tie on your wrists. “Mawey. Mawey [calm]. I am here. You’re safe.” he pants shakily, adrenaline still coursing viciously through his veins. “You’re safe.” he repeats breathily, finally freeing you from your restraints.
He steps back, eyes trailing your body thoroughly, narrowing slightly as they pass the wound on your throat. They make their way down your chest, watching at the red beads of blood and tears drip down your stomach. His gaze lingers at your abdomen, taking in the sight of the small bump left by Ta’sun – now filled by his unborn. Eyes snapping back up to yours, he swallows thickly.
“Is it true? Are you pregnant?” he asks breathlessly, a hand slipping from your arm to rest on your womb.
You nod weakly, tears welling up in your eyes once more. “Yes, Nete.” you catch your breath. “I am. I’m pregnant. I’m s-so sorry.” You bawl, salty tears stinging the wound on your neck.
Tears threaten to fall from his glossy eyes as he smiles wobbly, his hand cupping your cheek. “You’re pregnant. Oh, ma’ yawne, you are pregnant.” he breathes, putting the pieces of the puzzle together.
“I – I didn’t know my heat would come. I understand why you’re upset, that you’re not ready for another. I’m so sorry, Nete. I should’ve known, and I – I’m sorry I’ve been so distant, so terrible to you. And Mo’at says she is stressed, all because of me, and-” you sob hysterically, Neteyam cutting you off to embrace you closely.
“She? A girl?” he asks quickly, pulling you closer into his chest. “We’re having a baby girl?” his tears overflow, rolling down his cheeks.
You nod into his chest, sobbing loudly. He shushes you, swaying you from side to side, rubbing the dip of your back. “Shh, my love. You have made me the happiest man alive, bringing life to our family once more. Do not fret, ma’ yawne. It is going to be okay. She will be okay.” He hums, planting a kiss on your head.
The whirring of a kunsip [scorpion gunship/helicopter] can be heard in the distance, throwing Neteyam back into the thick of his protective urges. “Come. Come. We must go. Quickly.” he whispers, grabbing your hand and running through the forest back to hometree.
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Neteyam barges into his sleeping grandmother’s tent, rousing her out of her sleep. “Grandmother!”
The elder sits up groggily, used to her sleep being disturbed as Tsahik. “What is it, Neteyam?” she croaks.
“It is y/n. Please, check her.” he huffs, out of breath from the trek. He ended up carrying you back home half way, not wanting the baby to be under any more stress.
“Put me down, my Nete. Grandmother, I’m fine really, it is just a scratch.” you reassure the elder.
“What happened, my child? How did you get such a wound?” she goes for her concoction of herbs, smearing it over the deep cut. Neteyam explains briefly, as Mo’at makes her way around to your back, placing her cold palm flush against your spine.
“Baby is strong.” She hums, a surprised expression washing over her face. “What have you done since I last saw you?”
You smile weakly, glancing at Neteyam. He takes his hand in yours, giving it a quick squeeze. “I told my mate.”
Mo’at’s eyes flicker between the two of you, her puzzled expression relaxing into one of happiness. “I see.” she states, corners of her lips curling upwards. “Everything is good. Get dome rest. Both of you.”
“Thank you, grandmother.” you shoot her a smile, thankful for her help. Neteyam sweeps three fingers from his forehead, also thanking his grandmother.
He turns to you, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “Kiri has Ta’sun. Shall we go?”
You nod hastily, a smile plastered on your face. Oh, how you longed to see your son after such an ordeal.
Arriving at Kiri’s tent, Neteyam quietly enters to see Kiri pacing back and forth. “Neteyam! Y/n!” she whispers loudly. She sees your banged up condition, scanning your body frantically. She hugs you tightly, full of guilt for not walking you home. “I’m so sorry, y/n. I should have taken you home.” she pulls away from the hug. “Are you okay? What happened?”.
You explain the night’s events to Kiri, letting her know that it wasn’t her fault and she shouldn’t be sorry.
“I’m just glad you’re okay now. My brother does a good job at protecting you. Doesn’t he?” Kiri shoots a smile at her brother before glancing back to you. “I’m also happy to hear your baby is doing better. Speaking of, Ta’sun is fast asleep.” Kiri gestures to the sleeping babe in her cot. “Just got him down, too. So I hope you’re not thinking of taking my prrnen [baby] from me.” She smiles, knowing you two could use a good nights rest.
Neteyam and you share a quick glance, wondering if you should take her up on her offer.
“Go. You guys need the rest, look at you both.” she giggles quietly, rolling her eyes.
“Thank you, Kiri” you whisper, nose scrunching the wider your smile grows.
“Sister.” Neteyam smirks, thanking her silently with his eyes. You both walk out of Kiri’s tent towards yours, hand in hand.
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Neteyam holds your hand tightly, relishing in the first form of intimacy he’s had from you in weeks. He’s careful not to take it any further than that, not wanting to pressure you into doing something you weren’t ready for. He’d wait on you for as long as you need him to. Anything for his beloved.
“My love. You must be exhausted.” he hums, opening the door of your tent, helping you step under the flap. “Let us get you into bed, yes?” He coos, as if you were Ta’sun that he were putting to sleep. He walks you over to the cot, trying to get you to lay down.
“Neteyam.” You whisper, fighting his gentle pushes to stay on your feet.
He stops, turning his head and quickly untwining his fingers from yours to take a step back, thinking he’s upset you again.
“Ma’ teyam.” you whisper once more, two fingers brushing the underside of his chin to have him face you.
His head follows the soft tug of your digits, glossy amber eyes staring deeply into yours. Wetting your bottom lip with a quick swipe of your tongue, you lessen the space between your bodies, dropping your gaze down to his lips. He stays still, body rigid, jaw clenched as he returns his gaze to your glistening lips. His stomach flutters as he watches you tilt your chin upwards, eyelids growing heavy.
Brushing your top lip against his, you linger there, open-mouthed, sharing the same breath. He closes his eyes, savouring your closeness, your warmth. Breaths turn raggedy as the tension buds in your chests. Your eyes close, hand smoothing over his jaw, up the nape of his neck. You pull him closer, noses brushing against one another, foreheads pressing firmly together.
“Kiss me” you pant.
His lips softly press against yours, lingering for a second too long to take in your silken skin. He pulls away, catching his breath. Your eyes pop open, gaze now boring into his half-lidded eyes, searching them for an answer.
“Kiss me.” you breathe needily, fingers interlacing with the braids at the back of his head.
Chest heaving against yours, his lustful eyes explore yours for a moment before dropping down to your flushed lips. He swallows thickly, crashing his lips into yours once more, eager for your touch – your love. Kisses so rough, so hungry that they bruise yours. Being starved for so long he has his fill greedily, crushing the suppleness of your lips with his, gently nipping at your skin.
He pulls away to catch his breath before diving back in with his tongue. His hands quickly move up to your cheeks, cupping them firmly, pulling you into his needy kisses as if you could even get any closer. He breaks the kiss, panting raggedy breaths into your open mouth, snapping his eyes open to look deeply into yours once more.
“I missed you” he pants quickly, before his tongue briefly swipes your bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth. You reciprocate the hunger as the ache in your lungs worsen from the words you inhaled. Your tongues roll over one another, tasting the desperation pooling in each other’s cheeks. Eager hands explore his body, brushing over his pulsing neck down to his hot chest, swiping around to his broad back as they tickle their way down to the band of his loincloth.
“’m sorry, ma’ muntxatan [husband].” you breathe into his mouth, slipping your trembling fingers under the purple cloth, only for a hand to stop you. He pulls away once more.
“ma’ muntxate [wife].” he whispers, forehead pushing into yours, “I’m sorry. I have left you alone in this.” he brings your hand to your belly, cupping it with his. “I have made you feel like you cannot be honest with me... Like I would be... upset, about you carrying my child. I am so sorry.” he grimaces, choking back his tears as he places another hand on your stomach. “You are my most cherished... most prized possession. Everything you do brings light to my life. A sense of purpose.” he blubbers, teardrops crashing onto his cheeks. “I-I love you, ma’ txe’lan”
“Oh, Nete.” you squeeze out a closing throat, “I love you, my sweet Nete. I have been so cold.” you cry quietly, untwining your fingers from his hair to gently caress his queue. “I have denied you of my love... my touch.” your hand strokes the length of his queue, bringing it over his shoulder – making his tail wrap around your waist.
“I have lied to you.” you squeak, not wanting to say the words. “I do not deserve you.” you weep quietly.
“Shh. Shh, my love.” he hums low in his chest, meeting the softness of your lips once again. A hand leaves your stomach, sliding up your back to gently graze your queue. “I want you. I need you.” a soft, needy moan parts your lips, “Please” he brings your queue over your shoulder, silently asking for tsaheylu.
You nod hastily, smiling so hard that your front teeth click harshly against his. You both look down, witnessing your tendrils dance excitedly with one another before melting together to become one. A gasp catches in both your throats as your breath syncs together. You snap your gaze up to witness his pupils blackening his eyes, leaving nothing but a thin amber ring.
“I see you.” you gasp in unison, rubbing your faces against one another.
Sore lips crash into each other, desperate for an even deeper connection. Muddled thoughts race through your minds, as you try to express your immense adoration and love you have for one another. He hurriedly lowers you onto the cot, moving his feverish kisses down your throat, being careful not to graze your wound. Little, sweet moans escape your open mouth, head sinking back into the cushiony bedding as he settles between your legs. Wet kisses leave a trail of saliva down to your chest, where he takes your stiff nipple into his warm mouth, suckling gently. Your soft moans quickly morph into whimpers, thighs rubbing together to satiate the budding heat of your sex.
“Neteyam!” you whine lowly, hand snaking up his back to grip his hair once more.
He pops off your breast, staring up at you with love in his eyes. “Call me your tìyawn” he mumbles, kissing the dip between your breasts, making his way down to your stomach.
“Ma’ tìyawn...” you moan breathily, screwing your eyes shut at the sensation of his tongue trailing down your stomach.
“Yes? oeyä sevin [my pretty] ... mother of my children” he hums, planting wet kisses on your lower stomach.
“Ma’ tìyawn! I... I miss – Oh!” you gasp, eyes flying open as you feel his kisses move quickly to the soddened cloth covering the soft flesh between your glossy thighs.
“I miss you, too.” he mumbles through a smile before untying the flimsy knot on your loincloth with his teeth. He stares longingly at your plump, glistening slit, only glancing up at you briefly to make sure you’re okay with what he’s doing. “Can I?” he asks, breath hitching from his pounding heart. Another hasty nod grants him permission.
Wasting not another second, he presses his nose between your folds, taking in a deep breath to savour the scent of your arousal. He forgot how good you smelled pregnant. It only riles him up more, his fingers digging into your thighs to pin them to the bed. He opens his mouth, wide, and laps up your sweet nectar dipping slowly from your opening, all the way up to the sensitive nub at the top of your cunt. His single swipe of his tongue makes your body jolt, a hand fly to his head to shove him closer. Thighs trying to break free of their restraints, you look down to see his half-lidded eyes full of lust staring up at you intently as the flat of his tongue plays with your clit.
You taste so good pregnant, y/n. His words echo in your mind as he holds eye contact with you. Cum in my mouth, let me taste more of you.
Your little mewls weren’t so little anymore, they morph into loud, wanton, drawn out moans. The heat pooling in your chest trickles down your spine into your already-full womb, making your legs shake even more.
“Teyam! Oh - Ugh! Please, teyam!” you beg loudly, for what - you’re not sure.
He gives it to you though, knowing exactly what to do to tip you over the edge. Two digits prod at your sopping entrance, wiggling around to burrow their way into your heat. Your moans lodge in your throat once his lengthy fingers bottom out in your cunt, and they dislodge once his fingers furl into your sweet spot. Head snapping forward, an arm propping up your torso, you spread your legs as wide as they can go and push your pelvis harder into his relentless licks.
That’s it, mama. Cum for daddy. He thinks loudly, his own hips snapping to grind his painfully hard cock into the foot of the cot.
“Ugh! Oh f-fuck! Yesyesyesyes!” you release silent cries, violently humping his face as you chase your climax.
The bond makes it so that he feels it too, that heat pooling deep in your pelvis... that hot coil ready to snap into two. His hips grind harder into the cot, desperate to find relief for his aching, throbbing cock. He can’t help but grunt into your pussy, feeling his own coil about to snap.
“m’ gonna – m’ gonna fucking cum! I – Oh! I’m cumming – cumming!” you cry out, head dipping back as you give his face two forceful thrusts, pussy walls fluttering wildly around his fingers. He yanks them out in a hurry, cupping your quivering hole with his mouth to get his fill of your thick, sweetened nectar.
“Mm – mhmm” He lets loose throaty, broken groans into your cunt, a quick pause for every gulp of your cum he swallows. His cock only grinds harder against the cot as he feels the warmth of your cum trickle down his throat. He pulls away with a *pwah*, gasping for air. Quickly sucking his fingers dry, he crawls towards you.
“Fuck. I missed having my fill of you when you’re pregnant.” he moans breathily, smoothing his palm over your belly as he lines his jumping, veiny cock with your slit.
The words make your already flushed cheeks heat up even more, ridding any remanence of doubt you had left in your heart. “Please, ma’ yawnetu [love].” your lungs tremble.
“Tell me, mama. Tell me what you need.” he moans breathily, rubbing his already-wet cockhead between your plump folds, beads of precum oozing onto your throbbing clit.
“Mmm – I need you... h-here” you pant, shoving your hand between your sticky pelvises to shift his tip to your entrance.
“Yeah?” he smiles, crouching over you to pant hot breaths into the shell of your ear. “And then what?” he whispers shakily into your ear, pulling back slightly to look into your eyes.
“And then this.” you utter under a whisper, wrapping your wobbly legs around his hips, sinking him slowly inside of you. A quick hand tilts your chin to meet your chest, making you watch as his your heat swallows his cock, inch by inch. The deeper he goes, the louder your strained whines grow.
“Look at you, taking me so well.” he hums, watching himself bottom out in your pussy.
“I love you.” It slips out, just as his tip presses against your cervix. His eyes snap back up to meet yours, to see they’ve glossed over with tears.
“I love you.” he utters breathily, kissing you gently as he sets a languid pace with his hips.
He’s already so, so close, all from a few slow thrusts. Your walls clamp around him, still recovering from the orgasm that rippled through your entire being. Feeling your intense arousal through tsaheylu only amplified his, sending his hips into a frenzy – spasming slow and deep inside of your pussy. The bump of his throbbing cockhead brushes repeatedly against your sweet spot, the sensation pulsing through your queue only makes him rut into it even more. He unwraps your leg from his waist, hoisting it up over his shoulder, and leans into you so deep that your knee presses against your cheek.
“Ah! Ngh... t-teyam” you yelp out, his pelvis so flush against yours that his pelvic bone grinds against your clit.
“Too deep?” he groans, pulling out of you slightly.
“No, no. It’s so good... ‘s so good” you mumble as you wrap your arms around his neck and focus on the immense pleasure radiating through your entire body.
“Good.” he breathes, lazily thrusting into you, massaging your sweet spot with the swollen tip of his cock. “Ma’ yawnetu. You feel so good.” he bites back a moan, trying his best to restrain himself from being too rough with you.
“Do it, tìyawn.” you moan, feeling his resistance through tsaheylu. “Fuck me. Faster... Harder, please.” you breath into his mouth, tightening the leg that’s wrapped around him.
“Don’t wanna hurt you, or the baby.” he grunts, burying his face into the nook of your neck.
“Shh... do it, my teyam. I want it. I want you. I need you. I love you.” you blubber out, rutting your hips into his, chasing the feeling budding in the pit of your stomach.
“Oh – oh fuck, y/n.” he groans, looking down at you buck your hips into him.
“Please!” you cry out, feeling the swell of your sweet spot again.
He gives into his mate’s wishes, picking up the speed of his hips, working sweet squelching noises out of your cunt with his fast, insistent strokes. Your quiet, hoarse moans pierce his eardrums, the more he pounds into you, his heavy, swollen balls slapping noisily against the curve of your bottom.
“Oh – oh y/n. You... ngh, you’re so fucking wet. I – I’m gonna – hgnh- ” he grunts lowly into your neck before lifting his head up to look into your eyes. His open mouth brushes against yours, panting in and out your shared air.
“M-me too, my teyam. Faster! Faster!” you huff loudly into his mouth, tears trickling down your cheeks as the knot in your stomach quickly unravels. You can feel his cock twitch inside you, begging to release it’s essence inside of your hot cunt. “Cum i-inside me.” you pant into his mouth, wanting your cunt and his cock to flutter at the same time.
“Mmn. Fuck!” he growls deeply, forcing your leg further back against your face.
“Holy fuck! Cumming!” you squeal, sinking your teeth into his shoulder to muffle your cries of pleasure.
“Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh –” a guttural, loud groan evades his throat as he dips his head back from the sensation of your fluttering pussy walls and the sting of your bite. He gives you two, hard thrusts – his spasming cock emptying its heavy, thick load inside your cunt. He pulls out of you quickly, resting his hung, twitching cock on your thigh as he rocks into it, riding out the last lap of his high.
“I love you, Neteyam.” the trembling words slip out once more, before you close your heavy lidded eyes.
“I love you, y/n.” he coos, nuzzling into your neck to cherish the moment.
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Something Just Like This
pairing - charles leclerc x reader
fandom - f1
synopsis - a reflection on your relationship.
part - i (part ii)
warnings - talk about death, leukemia, badly translated french and the events may not be in order.
a/n - felt guilty for being away for so long so here's a wee little bit of a fic to make up for it!! all my love, always ♥️
when you were five,your dad had taken you to a go kart track in monaco, to watch a race with his childhood best friend, herve. having previously lived elsewhere, your trip to monaco with your parents was tremendously exciting, and you had nearly tripped over in your excitement at visiting a new country, and possibly making new friends. your dad had told you, "my friend has 3 sons himself, I'm sure you'll all get along very well"
so, you went, clutching your raggedy anne doll in one hand, and your model ferrari in the other, excitedly chattering away to your mummy and papa, eventually falling asleep on their shoulders.
when you awoke, you found yourself on a strange bed, with neither your doll nor your car beside you, and your parents seemed to have vanished too. the easy tears that had always been ready to spring to your eyes did their job, and your bottom lip began to wobble.
just before you could burst into tears, a pretty lady with kind eyes looked in at the door, and upon seeing your trembling lip, walked in with a soft coo.
"ma cherie, don't cry. are you looking for your maman and papa?" she asked, sitting down beside you.
"yes I am, do you know where they are?" you asked, rubbing your eyes with the back of your hand as you spoke. "yes cherie, they're here, in the living room. im pascale, your parents friend! my husband, herve, is your dad's friend. come, let me introduce you"
and so you followed her to the living room, clutching into her finger for dear life, and the moment you spotted your parents, you ran to your mama, clambering into her lap and hiding your face in her hair.
"hello! are you y/n?" a little boy asked, with messy dark hair a sweet smile. you nodded, looking at him curiously. "I'm Lorenzo, but you can call me enzo!" he said with a smile. "hello" you mumbles softly, taking in your surroundings.
you took in the pretty apartment, with the bright sunlight and the pretty paintings, before something on the floor caught your eye.
there was another boy on the carpet, with brown hair and green eyes, who had in his clutch your missing ferrari toy.
"hey thats my car!" you exclaimed, sliding off your mother's lap to sit on the floor"
"that can't be your car, girls don't play with cars!" the boy exclaimed, holding it close.
"now charles, of course they can! and that is y/n's car so why don't you ask her if you can play with it together?" pascale interrupted, sensing a fight about to break out
"ok, im sorry y/n, can we share this car please? i love ferrari!" he exclaimed, flashing you a bright smile, and it was at that moment that your little five year old heart fell hard for the boy.
the two of you spent the afternoon together, playing with your ferrari and all his other cars, and laughing and giggling with lorenzo, and also playing with baby arthur.
your parents watched with smiles, realizing their children were forming life long bonds.
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no one could have foreseen how you would be joined at the hip forever after that. your parents moved to monaco for a job your dad got, and you started living just down the block from the leclerc's. that meant Saturday night dinners at either of your houses, and lazy Sundays spent at the beach or at go kart races.
you even went to the same school as the boys, with either of your parents picking you up and dropping you off.
as the years passed, you and charles got closer and closer, and it was a rare occasion where you weren't stuck at the hip.
you found in him the best friend you always wanted, funny, kind and caring, and always ready to have your back, something he proved on the very first day of school, when he punched a kid who pulled on your pigtails.
his parents weren't happy but when a tearful charles explained that "i couldn't let him hurt y/n/n!! i love her!!" pascale softened and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
"you love her, do you?" she asked with a chuckle, when the boy nodded furiously. "she's my best friend, nobody should make her upset" he said determinedly, making his dad chuckle too.
"ok, mon fils, tu n'as pas de problèmes"
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on your sixteenth birthday, the leclercs joined your family for a special dinner on the beach. your dad rented a yacht and you guys had spent the day sailing on it, and trying to catch fish and swimming in the blue water. you had all laughed and screamed and lorenzo had taught you how to do a proper cannonball into the water. your mother's had scolded him for teaching you such unladylike things, and he in turn said "but she's y/n! no one's expecting her to be ladylike!" at which point you had dunked him in the water.
you tuckered each other out by swimming around, and participating in a chicken fight with the leclercs. it was you in charles' shoulder, and arthur on lorenzo's. of course, you won.
it reminded you of when you were children, always together, always messing around in some way or the other. but with Charles spending more and more time racing, you got to see the leclercs much lesser than you'd have liked to.
so communication with Charles became through letters, written to him when he went out of the country to race, with his dad and brother. pascale was a regular visitor but meeting charles had become something to be cherished, what with you busy trying to get auditions to be a singer.
in the years that had passed, you and charles had become extremely close, meeting each other whenever possible and becoming each others support system whenever the other needed it. so of course it was fitting that he was your designated best friend, your confidante, your favourite leclerc (but we won't tell arthur that)
so that night after dinner, when charles suggested you take a walk together on the beach, you thought nothing of it. not until he pulled out a small bracelet he had made, out of seashells, that you gasped, leaping into his arms for a tight hug.
"i want you to have something to remember me by when I go racing, ma jolie, i know I'm not always around, but this way you'll always have a piece of me with you, even if I'm not there" he whispered, dropping a small kiss you your forehead.
gentle kisses and hugs and touch were not unusual for you, it was your love language and it always had been, ever since you were kids.
but there had always been a lingering crush you had on him (and him on you but we'll talk about that later) and you felt your belly burn red hot when his lips dropped to your cheek.
you pulled him in close for a hug, hand running through his hair, freshly cut by his mother.
"merci, ma vie" you whispered, pressing a kiss to his wrist, and as the both of you stayed there, your head on his shoulder, his head on yours, cozy on a rug he had stolen, watching the beautiful monaco sunset, you swore you had never loved anyone as much as you had in that moment.
and charles realized it too, looking over at you, and how the sunset cast a golden hue on your mesmerizing eyes, and the way your hair shimmered softly, and your skin glowed bright, and he swore he had never seen a sight prettier, and his little teenage heart fell a little harder for the five year old who worse pigtails and loved ferrari as much as he did.
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however, your story wasn't always just sunshine and rainbows. when you were seventeen, your dad was diagnosed with leukemia.
the news came as a shock to you, especially when the doctor told you, he did not have strong chances of recovery even with the proper surgery and treatment. you'd never forget your mother's wail, as she sobbed over your father's fate, and how pascale and herve were there for her through it all, but for you, you couldn't breathe.
you ran to the park, crawling under the slide set, your breathing harsh and shallow. your eyes were blurring and every breath sent a sharp pain shooting down your chest. around you, the world seemed to spin and you closed your eyes, drawing your knees in, and begging your brain to stop, and pressing a hand to your chest.
before you knew it you were gasping, every gasp making you more and more dizzy, and your heart seemed to be banging against your chest to get out.
"am i dying?" you thought to yourself, labouring gasps echoing in the darkness.
"and am i hearing things?" you also asked yourself, because you could have sworn you heard charles' voice.
and lo and behold, he appeared, panting and sweaty, sinking down next to you, grabbing your sweaty hands in his own and pushing his forehead down to yours.
"cherie? ma jolie? regarde-moi s'il te plaît, regarde-moi. maman told me what happened. please cherie, breathe for me, i need you to breathe. peux-tu respirer pour moi?" he begged, rubbing your back slowly and pressing kisses to your nose.
slowly, your breathing slowed down, but as it did, tears began to stream down your face, and ugly sobs wracked your body.
Charles felt his heart break, watching the strongest girl he knew break down in his arms, tears and sweat pooling on his shirt as you sobbed.
"i know, Cherie, i know" he whispered, his own eyes glazing over. he loved your dad as much as your dad loved him, and he couldn't believe it when his mother told him the news. he pulled you in even closer, so you were straddling his lap, and kept rubbing your back, whispering sweet nothings to you.
"papa, il va mourir et il va nous laisser maman et moi seules" you wailed into his shoulder and he shushed you gently.
"no no no, cherie, listen to me, please?" he asked, pulling your chin up, heart breaking when he saw your red eyes and runny nose.
you nodded slowly, still hiccupping, but letting him pull you into his chest.
"y/n, i cannot tell you what the future holds for your papa. but I can promise you that you and mama will never be alone, ever. even if the day comes when we have to say goodbye to your papa, you will never, ever be alone, not while I am there, not while maman is there, not while papa is there, and not while lorenzo and arthur are there. you are my family, y/n, and family sticks together. I'm here for you, always" he whispered.
you looked at him, your heartbroken eyes looking into his sincere green ones, seeing the same pain reflected in them. and in that moment, you knew it was right when you leaned in, and he did too.
your lips met that cold, dark, rainy evening, under the shade of the slide set in the park, but your souls had intertwined when you were five, and you could have sworn you had never felt more alive than you did at the moment.
and while your heart broke and sagged with the weight of losing your father so soon, it also ached with love at having charles with you. so when you drew back, still tasting, the salty tears you both had shed, he pulled you back in for a tighter hug.
"toujours là pour toi cherie, toujours."
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you lost your dad the following year, in 2016, and charles was by your side at the funeral, watching you cry as you placed a white rose on his casket.
you had never spoken about that kiss again, and neither of you had thought it was the right time to bring it up in the months that followed.
charles watched as your mother, the woman he so admired, crumbled before him, lost without her guiding light. is that how it would ever be if you ever lost him?
the fear that coursed through his heart shocked him. he couldn't imagine what it would be like, to loose someone he loved so dearly.
his father had taken over as a surrogate father for you, and constant support for your mother. but the leclercs knew something that you didn't, their father wasn't keeping very well either, but no one had the heart to tell the l/n's, not when you were already suffering through so much.
after the funeral, there was a small tea at your own house, but you couldn't bear to be there. so at the first opportunity, you slipped away, leaving your mother in pascales care.
you ran, not caring where, until you found yourself at the beach. you sat down, pulling off your shoes and throwing your hat away, before sinking down on your knees to the sand.
you sobbed, salty tears dripping down your face, holding the locket your dad gave you in your hands, and once again, a familiar smell filled your nose as a warm body settled in next to you. charles.
"hi cherie" he whispered, wrapping an arm around you.
"hello" you whispered, mustering up a small smile.
"ma courageuse fille" he whispered softly, making you giggle and sob at the same time.
"i have to be strong for maman" you admitted. "she has no one but me in this world anymore" you whispered, eyes blurring again.
"she has us, always" charles said determinedly. "and we aren't going anywhere" he said, taking your hand in his.
and as the sun set once again, you reminicsed about a simpler, sweeter time, when you and charles where carefree and innocent, not scarred by life and it's harsh realities.
there was something special in that sunset, you noted, resting your head on charles shoulder again. perhaps your papa was trying to indicate that charles was the one for you.
but at the moment, sitting by the beach, in a moment of joined sorrow, you had never felt more human.
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with charles growing success in f2, and you finally getting a record deal, life was going well.
until you were told that herve was not doing well. denial flooded your brain. no. how was this possible? how could god take both the father's in your life to disease and illness?
you screamed and wailed and cursed, too stung, too bitter, about life.
and then the day came, in 2017. when pascale called you sobbing and lorenzo came to your door knocking wildly.
"c'est papa,il ne se réveille pas !! tante laura, qu'est-ce qu'on fait?!'
your mom was out the door in an instant and you followed, following a heartbroken lorenzo to the door of the house you knew so well.
you could hear pascales wails before you even reached, and the easy tears rose again but you forced them down.
you had to be strong for your second family, and with a deep breath, you pushed the door in.
what you saw broke you.
charles, sobbing on the sofa, head in his hands, while arthur sat next to his mother, in tears.
your mother dealt with all the formalities but you stuck to charles, letting him cry into your shoulder, holding him the hold day, whispering how much you loved him and how sorry you were to him, and promising him that he wasn't alone.
you comforted arthur too, holding the boy in your arms, wrapping him in the tightest hug.
you had never felt more respect for Lorenzo, ever the big brother, tears streaming down him face, even though he stayed so strong for his family.
later that evening, you held charles in their balcony, wrapped in a blanket that you had knitted for him.
"i feel so hollow, so empty" he admitted, burying his face deeper into your neck, trying his best to stay grounded by inhaling the scent of your perfume.
"i feel as if a piece of my heart has been snatched away and I'll never be okay again" he admitted, tears filling his eyes for the hundredth time that day.
"i know, charles, believe me I know" you whispered softly to him, running your hands through his hair, "but a wise boy I know once told me, that I was never ever going to be alone. he told me 'even if the day comes when we have to say goodbye to your papa, you will never, ever be alone, not while I am there' and today charles, I am saying the same to you. i know that it hurts like anything right now and that pain will never go away"
"feel that pain charles. it's what makes you human, ma vie,and i know it hurts. but I am here for you. take out all your pain and I will be there to catch you when you fall. i will be there to put you back together when you fall apart. i am here for you ma vie, always" you whispered to him, and he choked out a sob, curling himself into you, never more sure of his love for you.
"i lied and told him I got the ferrari seat" he finally choked out, and with a soft whisper of "oh charles" you pulled him in close.
there it was.
the reason why he felt like his soul was being eaten up inside.
"charles, mon coeur, i promise, you will get that ferrari seat. it will be soon, and you will have kept that promise to your papa, i have a feeling mon coeur, that your future in formula 1 will be as bright and shiny as you, and you are going to get everything you deserve, i know you will"
and he chose to take solace in your words.
just like he took solace in your soul.
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you made your formula 2 debut alongside charles at Baku that year. everyday you were left more in awe of the powerful force that he was, ready to race in less than a week, because he felt he owed it to the man who made him who he was.
so you told him you'd go with him, be his support and be there for him when he needed you to most.
and you were left spellbound yet again, at his talent, his resilience, his drive, his passion.
p fucking 1. at a race that meant the world to him.
and as he ran towards you after, body colliding with yours so hard you swear some of your bones snapped, you told him everything you had to in your embrace.
rough racing gloves on delicate skin, frenzied pulling closer and harsh breathing. thats all you remembered from the moment, looking deep into his emerald ,knowing the media was having a field day.
"I'm so so so so proud of you so fucking proud" you whispered. "and i know your dad is too" you continued, pressing a small kiss to his helmet.
when he stood on the podium, tears streamed down your cheeks. you were so so so proud of him.
and as he looked down at you, he smiled, knowing you were always going to be his brightest star.
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Charles' journey is formula 1 started with Sauber but you knew for a fact that he wouldn't stay there.
when kimi announced he was leaving ferrari, you called charles and screamed into his ears "YOURE GOING TO GET THAT FUCKING SEAT MARK MY WORDS" and he had simply chuckled saying he was hoping for the best.
so when in the middle of recording a song, your phone rang with charles' name, you dropped everything you were doing and picked up the phone.
"je l'ai fait. j'ai eu le siège"
"quoi?"
"le siège ferrari. j'ai compris. c'est à moi. je vais être pilote de ferrari pour 2019"
the scream you let out was so loud your producer jumped out of his skin.
"I'm so proud of you!! J'ai toujours su que tu l'aurais, tu mérites le monde et plus encore!!" you screamed, tears streaming down your face and you heard charles laugh.
"merci, mon cherie. i will celebrate with you soon" he chuckled.
"obviously you will!! I'll be home soon, let me just finish this album first and then I am all yours" you laughed.
oh how you longed to be all his. it's all you'd ever wanted since you were a teenager.
charles' heart ached.
oh how he longed for you to be all his. it was all he'd ever wanted since he was a teenager.
later that day, you wrote the song feels like.
social media had a breakdown.
charles had a breakdown.
but that's mainly because he'd rather you wrote a love song about him.
unbeknownst to him, you had atleast a 100 lovesongs written about him.
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clicking your pen for the hundredth time, you let out a sigh.
this songwriting thing was so frustrating.
it seemed like you had a billion ideas but nothing compact came out of it.
with a deep sigh, you let your hand crash against the piano, letting the discordant notes ring in your apartment.
but the ending caught your attention.
humming, you grabbed your pen again, jotting down, scribbling down all the things you wanted to say but never would.
being a singer had always been, and just as charles was flourishing in his career, you were flourishing in yours. you had already won a grammy for your album 'nostalgia' and had won amas, Brit awards, and 2 vma awards.
'the rising star of pop' was what they affectionately called you.
you had stunned the world with your versatility and range and the depth of your songs. ballads like gravity and last kiss had shown your emotional depth. songs like when I get there and make you feel my love had showing your delicate, romantic, vulnerable side. songs like happier reflected your pain.
your song fat funny friend had shot you into the global scene when you released it as a single. millions of fans wrote to you, thanking you for being vulnerable so others could feel seen.
and of course, no one picked up on the secret ballads for charles, pinning it down to young love and romance that was usual for all people your age.
so as you finally finished the song and smiled, you knew they wouldn't guess for this one either.
but you would know.
and so you sent it to be your next single.
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summer break rolled around, and you had a new mission - confessing your feelings for charles.
you were sure the timing was right.
you had to tell your best friend in the whole world that you were madly in love with him.
you told pascale, who squealed and told you "welcome to the family officially!!' earning a laugh from you.
"let me tell the boy first maman, then I'll tell you what he says"
"of course he'll say he loves you too! i know my son cherie, he's been in love with you since you were children, he's just too stupid to do anything about it" she joked affectionately and you laughed.
"j'espere que tu as raison maman. i love him very much" you admitted, blushing a little.
"of course darling. come to dinner tonight, everyone will be there, you can tell him then" she smiled, and you got up to go get dressed, pressing two kisses to her cheek.
back home, you nervously scouted your cupboard to see what you could wear. you showered and washed your hair, and put on a red dress that charles had gifted you when he got his seat.
smiling at the memory, you put on your makeup, did your hair and took a deep breath.
you were really going to do it. you were going to tell the man you had loved your whole life that you loved him.
the drive to the leclercs house was nerve wracking, and ringing the doorbell to their home was even more nerve wracking. you saw lorenzo there already, and he rose to greet you, pressing a kiss to your cheek.
"how are you y/n? i haven't spoken to you in a long time no?" he asked, sitting down next to you.
"I'm good enzo, very busy with recording. howve you been? I'm sorry i haven't been keeping in touch, I've just been very busy" you apologised, feeling guilty for not spending a lot of time with the oldest Leclerc.
"don't be silly, soeur, i understand you are busy. and your music, it's been a joy to listen to. you're truly a talent, ma belle" he said, and you could feel yourself getting emotional.
"aw, enzo, meri beaucoup, votre avis est très important pour moi" you said, giving him another hug.
he poured you a glass of wine, a small smile playing on his lips.
"so, is tonight finally the night?" he asked with a smirk, remembering how smitten you were for his brother.
you blushed, taking a sip of your wine to cover for it.
"yes, I'm going to tell him tonight" you admitted and he flashed you a warm smile of encouragement.
"Tell who what?" a voice interrupted, and the youngest leclerc plopped himself down next to you.
"y/n/n's going to tell charlie she loves him" lorenzo stated matter of factly, making you Tut and whack his arm.
"quoi? are we not telling arthur?" he asked, feigning hurt.
"i was going to tell him" you whined and then you turned to arthur.
"you must swear to not bring this up until it's over okay?" you told arthur, trying and failing to be stern.
arthur pretended to be hurt.
"of course I won't? what do you take me for, a gossip box?"
"yes" you and lorenzo chimed in unison.
arthur gasped dramatically, making you roll your eyes.
"do you really think that low of me?" he asked, pretending to cover his eyes in agony.
"yes, now shush, i think i heard the bell ring" Lorenzo said, getting up to open the door.
you bit your lip nervously, preparing for charles to walk in the day.
and he did. he looked gorgeous as ever, in a shirt the cover of deep red wine, hair tousled by the wind on his drive, but his eyes and smile were as bright as ever.
your heart started beating so fast you swore you almost had a heart attack.
but nothing could have prepared you for what he said next.
"everyone, i want you to meet charlotte"
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a/n - aaaand drum roll please 🥁 cliffhanger!!
i promise i won't leave you hanging but this was getting too long and it needed some ✨spice✨ i know this wasn't the best and the timeline wasnt cohesive but I needed to get this out of my system so pls go easy on your girl.
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would you write a jessie fic where her and reader are babysitting for a friend? i love ur work 💗💗
hmmmmm YES! also guys I need more rquests I'm struggling on ideas myself so request away (:
practice? j.f
plot: you tell your national teammate that you can look after her daughter whilst she has her first practice and media work
warning: fluff idk
"Mini you can trust me and Jessie" you reassured your national teammate over the phone "I trust you, Harpers never met Jessie" Katrina pointed out "She's not called baby Canada for nothing" you joked "Harper will probably think she's also her age"
"Hey!"
You waved Jessie off as Katrina laughed "Okay, I've met Jessie before and she's good with your childish ass-" "I am not childish" you cut your friend off as Jessie scoffed from beside you "I am not childish" You repeated "Oh please" Katrina started "four years ago you were just as bad as Kyra"
"But I sometimes want to throw Kyra into a wall"
"I sometimes wanted to throw you into a wall!"
You sighed and changed the subject "So what time will you be here?" you asked "In about an hour and I'm bringing some of her favourite toys so don't let Jessie worry and go out to a store"
You looked to the corner of your living room that held a few teddy bears and an inside little slide.
"too late"
You could tell that Katrina was rolling her eyes from the silence "You know" she started "Jessies really excited to look after a child with you" she emphasized and you smiled "Well I'm really excited too" you spoke softly as you looked behind the couch to see Jessie putting anything pointy to a high area where Harper couldn't reach.
Katrina told you she would be there soon and you hung up to see Jess pulling out plastic forks and plates out of her shopping bag.
"She's only here for a day" you hummed as Jessie started pulling off the tags "Well what if she eats something and then we haven't cleaned it and then we need another plate for when she gets hungry again" Jessie defended and you smiled, walking up to her and hugging her from behind "So is that why we need 6 plates?" you teased and Jessie turned to you swiftly so you were now holding her from the front.
"I just got a bit excited" she admitted and you nodded "Harper is a special girl, I've learned that from rooming with Mini at almost every camp since she was born" you told her as the short haired brunette looked down at you.
"I did buy one thing that I thought you would like" she told you and you shot up in anticipation as Jessie ruffled through the bag and pulled out a small Chelsea Jersey.
"It has your name and number on it" She smiled as she shook it in front of your face, you gasped at the Jersey and took it from your girlfriend's arms "This is so cute" you beamed and kissed your girlfriend on the cheek.
It wasn't till later when Jessie opened the door that Harper ran into your arms "Auntie y/n!" she screamed when she ran. You held her close and placed small kisses along her face which the little girl laughed at.
Katrina and Jessie watched from the door "she's good with kids" Katrina said as she saw Jessies stare on you, Jessie hummed in agreement.
Katrina smirked at your girlfriends expression as you played with Harper "You know you can just ask her" Katrina told the Chelsea player before giving her Harpers bag and some of her favourite foods "I'm sure she'll say yes".
Katrina left as Harper turned towards Jessie "Who's this?" she asked you and you laughed "This is Jessie" you explained and she turned to you
"The Jessie?!"
You had talked a lot about your girlfriend at camps and Harper would always ask silly questions "Why is she all red?" she asked and Jessie turned her head "I think your mummy said something to her" you guessed as Harper laughed.
"Hi Harper" Jessie introduced herself to the girl who shook her hand with a smile "y/n loves you" was all she said before running off with a cheeky smile.
"Harper!" you yelled out to the girl who had now hidden behind your kitchen table.
After Harper settled and Jessie had finally officially introduced herself to the girl you had suggested to go on a small walk which Harper agreed to "I brought my beanie!" Harper squealed as she dragged Jessie to her bag to collect her beanie, you grabbed a beanie for yourself as well as you collected your and Jessie's coats, when you arrived back Harper looked at Jessie "Where is your beanie? we all wear beanies" She ordered and you smirked "Yeah Jess go get your beanie on!"
Jessie went back to your room and came back with her black beanie on before you all set yourselves up for a stroll, you were walking past a cafe when a couple of fans spotted you two.
"Can we please get a picture?" one of them asked and you nodded "of course" you smiled and Harper turned towards Jessie with her arms up "hold me!" she yelled and Jessie picked the girl up so she sat on her hip, you looked at Jessie with Harper on her hip and blushed.
"Harper remember to smile!"
When you arrived back home, you fed Harper dinner as you and Jessie ate your own and sat down on the sofa to watch a movie as Jessie and Harper agreed on the new Super Mario movie.
Harper was cuddling next to Jessie as you sent your fifth video of the day to Katrina who was quick to reply 'looks like she has a new favorite' she said and you scoffed.
Harper looked between both of you "I like it here" she said before snuggling into your side and fell asleep which you told Jessie to take a photo of so you could tell your friend that you will always be the favorite.
Jessie looked at the photo and smiled, sending it to Katrina and herself "This has been very fun today" she said as you looked to her "I knew Harper and you would get along" you said smugly as Jessie quietely laughed.
"You know it was almost as like it was practice"
practice?
You smiled at your girlfriend as she pushed your hair back with your hand "practice huh?" you asked and she nodded "Yeah only if you ever want to uhm have babies, children uhm... yeah" Jessie babbled as you leaned over to kiss her "I would love to have children with you Jessie"
You fell asleep with a smile as you cuddled into Jessie, Harper in the middle before Katrina came back in the morning to pick her up.
She wasn't too happy to see her kid in a bright blue Chelsea top and grins on both of your faces as Harper said how much she loved it.
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Hi Inês, how are you?
I was thinking of a blurb with George and the little ones where the reader is feeling down and they plan a whole day together to cheer the reader up, thank you <3
Note: I'm good, thanks for asking! How are you? I hope you're well! 🫶✨️
Cw: reader is feeling down
"Do you think mummy will like our plans?", Arthur asked as he helped George pack the picnic basket.
"I think she will, she has been really tired from work and today will hopefully recharge her batteries", George said as he looked at Olivia feeding William some strawberries in his high chair.
George let you sleep in for a bit longer, getting the kids ready so you could then get ready at your pace. Crouching down next to your side of the bed, George kissed your cheek to coax you out of sleep, "mmm, morning", you mumbled, stretching your arms and looking at your watch, "it's so late - why did you let me sleep for this long?", you worried.
"Good morning, darling", he stated, smiling against your forehead where he left another kiss, "me and the kids have prepared a family day out, so you just have to go and get ready to join us", he smiled, "what about-", he interrupted you, "kids are dressed, Maya has been fed and done her business, Winston is happily sleeping in the guest room's bed and I have food for the day", he smiled charmingly.
"Mummy, you look so pretty!", Arthur complimented as you stepped inside the kitchen where George was putting the last things in the basket, "it's just an old dress", you brushed the compliment off.
"But you look like a princess, mummy!", Olivia argued, "go like this", she spun as her dress also rounded as she spun, making you smile softly at her insistence to spin in your dress.
"Thank you, my loves", you said, kissing the top of both their heads before heading up to William, "and you, little guy, you're very smiley today", you cooed.
"He's seen his mummy looking gorgeous - of course he's happy!", George said, kissing your lips before ushering everyone to the car.
When you got to the park, you made your way over to the kids area, laying the picnic blanket under one of the big trees so you could be in the shade while having lunch, the swings and slides neat too as you knew your two oldest kids would want to go on them at some point. You spread the food around and dug into it, your back laying on George's chest while Will's back was supported on your tummy, Olivia and Arthur picking out the foods they liked, "this was a really good idea, love", you smiled at George.
"The kids wanted to do something nice for you, and they suggested this. We also have some painting canvas and paint, so expect to have a creative activity too", he smiled.
After tidying up, the blanket was perfect for you to have a family cuddle in, William now on George's chest while Olivia and Arthur cuddled up to you like they used to do when they were babies, "are you enjoying your day, mummy?", Arthur asked, "yes, my love, I am enjoying at a lot, thank you", you smiled, trying not to get too emotional at the fact that your children and your husband had planned a day with your favourite things that made you happy with your favourite people.
(Thank you for sending this in ✨️)
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Hannibal Lecter X Autistic Child Reader
first request!
request: Can u do like austitic child reader with Hannibal
summary: Hannibal latest patient is a child filled with trauma over their elder brothers death and Hannibal cares for them like his own.
Third person pov...
Mrs L/N and her 7 year old arrive outside Dr Hannibal Lecter's office, Y/Ns new physiatrist. A little over a month ago Y/Ns elder brother died, the 7 year old witnessed it since then the child had been filled with terror and hadn't slept well since.
Said child was grumpily standing next to their Mum staring down at their shoes swaying back and forth. "Do I have too" they pout, this makes Y/Ns mum sigh, she kneels and holds her Childs shoulder making the kid flinch not liking touch.
"Sorry honey, but you know what the school says you have to stick with the same therapist for at least a week before going back to school" explains the kids Mum, the child sighs. "Okayy, lets do it" they say making the women smile at them.
The building itself was beautiful with a sense of historical back ground, it was tall and didn't look like a physiatrists office, nervously Y/N follows their mother inside the building, Mrs L/N had heard from her close friend Jack Crawford about an amazing physiatrist and decided to make an appointment for her child.
Soon they came to a door which was Dr Lecter's office, Mrs L/N knocks on the door, looking down at her nervous child of course the child was nervous, Y/N doesn't like change and this is a huge change for them, then the door opens and man stands there.
He was tall around 6tf, he had ash grey hair, brown eyes, he had sharp cheekbones and an obviously fake smile on his face, to Y/N he looked about 40 maybe mid 40s. he was wearing a dark red pinstripe suit and dark brown shoes.
He looks at the mother and child in front of him wondering who they were. "hello, you must be Dr Lecter, Im Y/M/N L/N and this is Y/N we have an appointment" says the H/C woman, Hannibal eyes widened a fraction before returning to normal. "ah yes my apologies, I had forgotten please come in" he says and stands to the right holding the door open.
He had a slight accent, possibly eastern European, Y/N wracks their brain trying to place it but couldn't think, they shall have to ask the man later.
But Y/Ns mum shakes her head at the invitation. "I'm already late for work, I'll leave Y/N with you" she says before turning her back and kneeling next to her child, Hannibal watches as the child's eyes wonder not looking at their mother.
"Y/N love, I'll be back to pick you up later okay, my shift at the clinic will finish at 5 okay see you then, be good and respectful to Dr Lecter now" she says to the child kissing their forehead and walking away throwing a wave goodbye behind her.
The hallway was filled with silence as the Dr and Child stand. "Please come in Y/N" he says to the silent child. Y/N nervously enters the pristine office, the child gasps at how large the room was, bright E/C eyes marvel at its beauty.
Dr Lecter lips turn up at the emotionless child gasping at his office, he then walks over to the child and begins taking their coat, this makes the child look at him before smiling in thanks. "Thank you, sir," Hannibal hears a mumble.
"of course, now if you would please take a seat we will begin" he says motioning to one of the chairs he uses for his patents, though it had been a while since he had such a young one in his office.
"now then we shall begin, I am Hannibal Lecter and I will be your physiatrist" he says smiling at the small child sitting in the overly large chair, said child was still looking around the room drinking in all the details and books.
"Im Y/N L/N, sir im 7 years old" comes a tiny voice, Hannibal smiles slightly, they were getting somewhere at least he got their name. "hello Y/N do you know why you are here?" he asks the child, Y/N stopped looking around and instead looked at their shoes.
"because I don't sleep and Mummy's worried about me" comes the quiet voice, Hannibal was barely able to hear. He crosses his legs and continues to write in his notebook, brown eyes look over the child sitting opposite him, their movements skittish like a scared bunny.
"And why is that Y/N?" he asks gently coaxing the child to speak more, minutes pass before the child speaks. "Because brother died and I still dream off him though not nice dreams, I miss him" whispers the child tears gathering in the corner of their big E/C eyes.
Already seeing this happening Hannibal hands, the 7 tear old some tissues he keeps on his desk, tiny hand grab the white tissue and wipes their tears and blows their nose. "t-thank y-you s-sir" comes a tearful voice.
Hannibal smiles gently at the child reassuring them. "of course, child" he says as their session moves on.
Over Y/Ns next few appointments with Hannibal they began to get more comfortable with him and always enjoyed coming to his office, once he noticed how their eyes wondered toward his many books on the second level, the expression of surprise will forever make him happy as he told the child they could read his collection.
Said child bounds over to the many books and carefully grabs a couple, he had learnt that Y/N was autistic and had a love for books they loved reading anything, the two become ever closer their sessions became something less formal.
Hannibal had never felt this close to a child before, but he enjoyed their sessions together and was delighted to be able to help such a sweet innocent child go through their trauma.
The end!
Hope you liked this first oneshot for this new book. Sorry for the spelling and grammar mistakes in this.
Requests are open!
Word count: 1065
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Hey there! I am the same anon who made the sub! Bad boy! Txt request. I absolutely loved the fic you wrote there haha 😆. If its okay, can you make the same for taehyun as well? I loved your content ❤️ Thanks a lot for uploading.
I'm glad you liked it :), I hope this meets your expectations!
"S-stop" Taehyun gasped as you gripped his cock hard. Panting as his back lay against the bed frame.
"Why? You want this....your already leaking" Your thumb grazed over his sensitive slit, causing him to hiss. He didn't like the situation you put him in.
"Stop teasing me..." Taehyun cried out. Your hand's never did more than stroke his hard member. He wanted more.
"But why? You want me to stop when your so needy for me?" You teased, giving his member a hard squeeze. Oh how you loved playing with him.
Taehyun was in no position to argue with you. Having had a title of the bad boy....yet here he was hands tied behind his back, begging you to use him.
"Just fuck me already" Taehyun cried out, lifting his hips, to show his desperation. Seeing how defenceless you made him, you decide it was time to please him.
Trying soothing new, you helped Taehyun lie down on his back. Instead on inserting yourself onto him, you continued to hover over him, until your pussy lay above his mouth.
"You want to be fucked? You better prep me baby" You lower yourself onto his mouth, instantly jolting at how his tongue moved. Deprived of air, Taehyun quickly slurped you up, licking your folds, teeth grazing over, his tongue slipping into your pussy.
His lewd slurping filled the room, trying to get more your rolled your hips, allowing Taehyun more room to tase.
"Not such a bad boy are you now?" You tease, seeing how Taehyun was so obsessed with your pussy, not worrying about his persona. Continuing to roll your hips, you soon Un straddled his mouth allowing air back into him. Taehyun lay gasping below you.
"So sweet" He whined, your juices covering his chin. Your eyes narrowed down as you spotted his red, leaky tipped cock. You had deprived it of any attention.
"Do you want mummy to fuck you" Your hands caressed his chest which was heaving for air.
"Y-yes please" Taehyun gasped, watching you straddle over his cock.
"Please..." He repeated throwing his head back as he felt you slam down on him. The air was once again pulled out of him as you shoed now mercy bouncing on his cock. Red, hard and needy, he was sensitive to your warmness, wetness and wet sounds your pussy made.
"Make those pretty sounds for me" Taehyun didn't supress his moans any more. breathy ad high pitched, he couldn't control his own voice.
"Ahh....." He whined out. His moans grew softer as his eyebrows furrowed. He was close. But you wouldn't let him just yet.
"I'm....I'm going to...." Taehyun cried out, his unstable wave of pleasure rode him.
"Don't you dare" You warned him. Taehyun cried once more, he couldn't hold it for much longer. Slamming down your hips faster, Taehyun struggled to keep up.
"I can't..." Taehyun whispered, to out of breath to declare his weakness. You were squeezing him so hard, he couldn't hold out any longer. Without your permission, he spurted out his cum. You felt his cum seethe into you, but you weren't done. You started to bounce harder and faster, you were close.
"Mommy!" Taehyun gasped, he hadn't expected you to keep going. Ignoring him you began to roll your hips for his sore, sensitive dick. Hands tracing his biceps, you came over his soft cock.
"Don't cum without permission" You warned once more, sliding off him. Taehyun hissed as the cold air hit his sore cock.
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New Home
Ivar the Boneless x Reader
Summary: Ivar brought Hvitserk home.
Hvitserk was his only brother left, so upon hearing about the kidnapping of his brother, Ivar, the King of Kattegat found himself on a ship.
Leaving everything behind, to save his brother.
And being the victorious leader he was, Ivar was able to save Hvitserk.
"Why did you come to save me?" asked Hvitserk as the ship sailed.
"Would you rather stay in that Christian filled village? I am bringing you home, brother."
"I have heard many tales about your Ivar. How you became King and earned respect."
"That I did. And if you wish, after your healing, you can stay."
They soon arrived back, everything was as Hvitserk remembered, the only thing hanging was the people he saw, he could barely recognize everyone.
Then, they got to Ivar's house.
"I'm back!" Ivar yelled and Hvitserk reached for his knife when he heard footsteps approach.
"DADDY!!!" Hvitserk watched as two young girls rushed over to Ivar who was now sitting in a chair. Both telling stories of their days, jumping up and down.
"Father. You are back earlier than expected." a young boy, older than the girls stopped in his tracks as he saw Hvitserk. Now the girls also noticed him.
"This is my brother, your uncle, Hvitserk. Now be careful he requires some healing so be nice."
"Uncle?" one of the girls asked.
"Yes." Ivar confirmed. "These are my children. My eldest son Finn, my twins, Halla and Hella." introduced Ivar his children to his brother. "My wife is... where is your mother?"
"She is feeding Assur." replied Finn as Ivar nodded.
"My youngest, born only a couple weeks ago, Assur."
"You have this many children?" Hvitserk was seriously surprised.
"I would have more... but Y/N said four would be enough."
"Y/N?" Hvitserk was confused. The name did sound familiar but he wasn't sure how.
"I'm here. I'm here, girls go wash your hands, I'll put food on the table, Finn, love, help your sisters please." you arrived with your son in your arms as your other children listened. "Hvitserk, really nice to see you... you do look like shit. Eat with us. I'll call the healer over later." you smiled at Hvitserk as you walked over to Ivar, offering him his son and a kiss. "Welcome home."
"How is he?"
"Strong. Has been kicking all day." you replied as you started to set the table. Ivar looked at his son, grabbing his leg and pushing it back softly, only for the small man to push back against his palm.
"Good."
Hvitserk stood stunned. Ivar was a smart man, this is exactly what he expected from his brother. Seeing him with children, who ran around.
"I'm-Congratulations brother. You have a nice family." Hvitserk finally walked further into the house, looking at his still sitting brother and the babe in his arms.
"Thank you," Ivar hoped this will give his brother another reason to stay.
"Say, Y/N, why does your name sound so familiar?" Hvitserk asked during supper.
"I used to be a shieldmaiden."
"Mummy was the best!" one of the girls, Hella, chimed in. Her twin nodded.
"I sure was. I met Ivar during a raid. We soon married and settled down."
Simple story really.
Hvitserk smiled as the boy sitting next to him looked shy.
"And so, Kattegat is thriving." Ivar nodded.
"Growing, new people moving in, the market is also growing greatly. I see merchants coming from far lands."
"Sounds like a dream."
"It is, and we are happy to live here. Kattegat is evergrowing and safe." you replied as you took a bite from your food.
After food, Hella and Halla thought it would be a good opportunity to show Hvitserk around their room, showing him the toys their father made as Finn also joined them, showing his room and belongings.
"My plan is working, Lovie." said Ivar as he hugged you, slowly pushing you against the wall.
"To have your brother back is something you longed for since I gave birth to Finn."
"I always wanted my family to be proud of me. My children and you are what I'm the proudest of." you smiled at Ivar before pulling him in for a short kiss before your youngest required your attention once more.
Ivar groaned as he watched you get the babe and placed him on your hip. You kissed his forehead and smiled as the babe giggled.
A sight Ivar would never be tired of.
You with your children.
The love of his life and the very thing born from the love you two shared.
Soon, he too had to leave as the girls wanted to show their uncle the animals in the woods.
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elias bouchard | bloodied hands may mend the flesh
summary:
“i’m fine, elias.”
“you pulled your stitches two streets after coming out of the hospital.”
“yes, because you wanted to see me.”
tw: blood, hurt/comfort, elias being somewhat manipulative, one (1) kiss, reader's french and done with life, non graphic descriptions of stitching up wounds, the mummy returns (2001) references bc why not.
wc. 1.3k
silence.
you stand in elias bouchard’s office, heeled boots digging uncomfortably in a decadently expensive carpet. persian. a deep green.
tick; tack.
you’re watched.
before you is a lone silhouette sitting at his desk, framed by an oval window. it stretches and stretches in the shape of an eye and stares at you.
hello, Big Brother.
you stare back.
tick; tack.
you breathe in.
tick; tack.
your fist unclenches, fingers smoothing out the pleats of your skirt. you wince at the small motion. breathing's hard. huh.
elias barely acknowledges you, fountain pen scribbling away in neat, impeccable cursive on what you know is his precious scheduling. you find yourself detailing him. taking him in, tracing his features with a tired gaze.
behold, the head of the magnus institute, with his perfect posture and crisp black suit.
behold, the olive skin and long, slender fingers fishing a sheet of paper out of a neat little pile on his side.
behold, he’s staring back at you, green-grey eyes sharp behind his glasses.
“i was wondering when you’d come back.”
you scoff.
“apologies, i was busy rescuing my godson from being kidnapped by a mummy-ressurrecting cult.”
“i know.”
you consider punching him. him and his stupidly perfect face. you wonder how you’d go at it. maybe you’d slam your knuckles against the sharp edge of his jawline, where he’s defined the contours of his goatee. maybe you’d go for the gut. see if he’s as toned as you think he is.
“your thoughts are loud today.”
“don’t turn your gaze upon me if it bothers you that much.”
a beat. he has set aside his fountain pen. a mont blanc. how cliché. he’s watching you, hands neatly folded in front of him. waiting.
“well?”
you sigh. there’s a headache building behind your poor, poor ocular globes, and by the looks of it, your cerebrum might decide to liquefy and run down your ear.
“why am i here, if you already Know where i’ve been?”
silence. you want to scream. you might be, actually. a long, low, guttural thing, exhaustion dripping down its jagged edges.
as it is, you know you’re silent, so it dies down in your throat and scrapes your tongue bloody. you stay still. you stay still, and your nails dig in your palms, mind reeling.
you’re feeling dizzy. why are you feeling dizzy?
you startle.
a wide palm has settled on your shoulder, broad and comforting. you haven’t seen him move. he’s standing in front of you, something like concern flashing in his depthless eyes. there’s a pinprick pressure at the back of your neck, bearing down on your senses.
“were you hurt?”
“i don’t- what?”
“miss leblanc. were you hurt?”
you open your mouth when his hand comes up to cradle your head and his thumb presses against your temple, hard, and he Sees.
(you, stepping out in the dark, cigarette a molten dot in the cold london night. something flickering in the corner of your eye. metal slamming upon your skull.
hands closing on your throat, old, old, older than the sands surrounding you, dirty, chipped nails scraping the skin, scraping and scraping until you bled, until you slammed your torch upon an eyeless skull.
a khopesh slicing the air, the fabric of your shirt, your flesh.
a temple rising from aeons of sands, glorious, glorious until it collapses, until you have to run-)
“reckless, reckless you,” he tuts.
you look up at him, leaning in his touch, his palm warm, so warm and safe. his eyes are narrowed, and in the velvet quiet of the sunset, they seem to glow a soft green.
“i’m fine, elias.”
“you pulled your stitches two streets after coming out of the hospital.”
“yes, because you wanted to see me.”
a beat. then, he chuckles, the sound deep and warm, melting over your ears. you feel the rumble of it against your chest and realize with a start that you’re pressed up against him, his arm wrapped around your waist to support you.
he’s cradling you against the warmth of him, and you don’t know when your vision started to blur at the edges to the point you can only see him.
“’you give me no choice but to stitch you up myself.”
“you don’t need-”
“and you don’t want to go back to that hospital lest they ask questions.”
“fine.”
you settle on his desk, shuffling around so that you don’t mess up his neatly organized workspace. your knuckles dig in the wood, whirling fibers printing themselves in the pad of your fingertips.
breathing hurts, actually. the painkillers must be wearing off. you feel a trickle of blood sliding down your side. ah, there goes your white shirt. blood’s a pain to clean up, so it’s pretty much ruined.
shuffling. elias is behind his desk, palm pressing down on a spreadsheet a few words away from your hand as he opens a drawer. you can feel his warmth. you decide you must be having a fever.
“take your shirt off.”
heat creeps up your cheek.
“not even treating me to dinner? where are your manners, monsieur bouchard?”
his last name rolls off your tongue à la française, with the rasp of the “r” and the final “d” left silent, melting under the weight of his gaze. in there, even through the gauze-veil of exhaustion shrouding your vision, you glimpse a hint of fond exasperation as he pulls out a first aid kit.
with a low hiss, you unbutton the blasted thing, slowly revealing the bruises beneath, and the gauze wrapped tight around your chest. blood spreads there, clings to you, uncomfortably viscous. there’s enough of it that you have to peel off your shirt, shed it off, fabric coming away like old skin.
when his hand brushes your side, you almost scream.
“broken ribs, too,” he mutters. “what happened?”
you’re not usually this sloppy.
you take in a sharp inhale.
“what, do you want me to make a statement?”
“nothing so formal, no.”
a beat.
depthless green-grey eyes focus on you, and you alone, and you feel the weight of his gaze in your very marrow, burrowing and burrowing until it reaches your psyche.
it’s like having someone standing at your front door, elias knocking at the forefront of your mind, waiting for you to tell him. he could pry it out of you. he doesn’t.
there’s silence, for a while. stretching, stretching, only troubled by the sound of hands brushing against one another because of course elias bouchard would have hydroalcoholic gel in his first aid kit. absently, you watch, eyes following his long, clever fingers twining and intertwining as he sanitizes his hands.
he takes a pair of scissors and starts cutting away the soiled gauze. the blade is cold on your flushed skin. you shiver. slowly, he peels the bandages away and reveals the bloody, bruised mess beneath. out of the fourteen stitches, eight remain untouched.
he sighs.
“this will hurt.”
“i know.”
so he sets to work, bending at the waist to clean up the bleeding wound, gently, so gently you might break under the careful press of the cotton slab on your skin.
your breathing is uneven, sharp, irregular intakes of air like shards digging in your lungs - it hurts.
the worst has yet to come.
when he presses the next slab on the wound itself, you cry out, hand clutching at his forearm, teeth gritted in agony. he continues, unrelenting, your grip on his forearm tightening. you think you might tear at his expansive shirt - egyptian cotton. oh, irony…
finally, he withdraws.
your lower lip is bleeding with how hard you’ve bitten down on it.
“i got sloppy,” you mutter.
“tell me.”
you do. your eyes focus on the needle in his hand, on the blood clinging to his fingertips, crimson droplets highlighting the contours of his veins. in the quiet sunset light, they're golden.
“it was two weeks ago. evelynn o’connell, an egyptologist who so happens to be a very good friend of mine, called, in tears, while i was recording a statement. her son had been kidnapped, and she was begging me to help. so i did.”
a sharp inhale as his hand cradles your hip, fingers splayed on your lower belly as he steadies himself, sharp gaze narrowing down.
“turns out, the kidnappers were a cult of sorts. they knew enough of me and my work at the institute to deem i was a threat.”
“so they kidnapped you.”
“yes. but hey. i found alex, safe and sound.”
the needle penetrates the flesh. you exhale, strained, knuckles turning white where you’re gripping the edges of his desk.
“tell me about the mummy they unearthed for the second time.”
“imhotep. high priest of seti I. condemned to the worst of punishments for having an affair with pharaoh’s wife to be. mummified alive and left to rot.”
two stitches done.
he’s close, elias. closer than you expected, the sunset framing the sharp angles in his face like a modern masterpiece. there’s a strand of graying hair falling in front of his eyes, unkempt. you want to push it back and run your fingers through his hair.
“i don’t know all the details. they had knocked me out hard enough to give me a mild concussion - i think. i…”
a beat. four stitches. elias’ thumb traces abstract patterns on the low dip of your hip. when he speaks, his breath is warm, brushing against your ear.
“take your time.”
“i was dead weight, elias.” your head presses against his shoulder, pinprick pain burning, stinging your eyelids. “couldn’t even protect my godson, couldn’t even get him back home in one piece alone, the o'connells had to come.”
six stitches. all done, all bandaged up, and you’re still talking, so, so very fast.
“that temple crumbled upon us and i had Seen it coming, but i didn’t even have the time to act, it all went down so fast-”
your name is sharp on his tongue. you raise your head, and it’s heavy, and you’re all raw nerves exposed under his ceaseless gaze, with tears streaming down your face and god, why are you crying-
“are they dead?”
“what?”
“the o’connells. are any of them dead?”
“no, but-”
“are your enemies dealt with?”
there’s a pernicious voice, little screaming thing, that burns the words across your mind. death is only the beginning. you think of imhotep falling down in the duat and nod, slowly.
“then why do you keep worrying?"
“because the mere thought of losing the people i cherish ruins me.” you raise your head, and you’re exhausted, and the small space between his arms looks so very inviting. “because if i slip up, they die.”
“they didn’t.”
“no, they didn’t. not then. but, gods, elias, i’ve Seen them die, death waiting at every corner of this damned temple-”
his lips press down on yours. slow, soft, and so very warm. you let out a muffled sigh, hands digging in the collar of his shirt as he leans in closer, as he breathes you in. with a teasing nip at your lower lip, he withdraws, licking away the blood coating his lips.
you look up at him, eyes widening.
“you need to get better at Seeing. i can teach you.” a glance at his watch. “how about i treat you to dinner?”
you can only stare at him, mouth agape in shock.
“dear?”
“oh. oh, um. yes, that’ll be lovely. seven tonight?”
a low chuckle as he wraps his suit jacket around your shoulders.
“eager, aren’t we?”
“oh, you unsufferable-”
he shuts you up with a kiss and sends you on your way, hand settling on what little part on the small of your back is left without bruises.
“take the rest of the week off. i’ll pick you up at seven.” a beat, as he holds the door open for you. “do try to get some rest, dear.”
a beat. you peck his lips and smile.
"will do, boss."
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𝑆ℎ𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑤 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐵𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝐶ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑠, 𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑡 5
Tagging: @bloody-mf-bsc, @augustwithquills
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Y/N Y/L/N: Lord have mercy
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User3: Finally,it's Ben's Era to shine
User15: Ben Barnes could step on me and I'd be grateful
User14: Y/N is so damn lucky for having such a husband material of a man
User19: Quick question Y/N: When people get married or engaged, some of them have that habit of always twirling their ring for comfort. Do both of you do that a lot?
Y/N Y/L/N: neither one us realized at first but when our friends and families pointed out, especially when we weren't together, that yes we indeed do that... We were shocked and touched. So yes, we do it a lot 🥰
benbarnes: It makes me feel closer to her when I touch my ring because that's when I know that this wasn't a wild dream.
User6: OMG that's the sweetest thing I've ever heard 🥹😭
User12: these two are the biggest simp for each other and we are their biggest simps
User13: crying, wailing, vomiting, sliding over the door 😭
User6: Man is just so genuine and grateful for his life... Just watch how he softens and gets giddy at the mere mention of his girl and you would see it
User12: a Man who turns into a child with his lover is the greenest green flag ever and the most adorable thing in the whole world
User5: if these two ever breaks up I'll for sure loose all hope for a long-lasting love.
User18: but like... Has anyone ever seen Ben that much in love? Look at our man, there is a different glow I've never seen in him with all the other
User4: That's Y/N effect, darling, and it proves even more that what they have is genuine and real💓
User6: they slowly solved every single one of the problems they faced and now living fhe life they deserve 😌
User10: Ben is down so bad for her and look at that shiny, bright smile on his face🤭
User5: What is he smiling at in the second picture Y/N?
Y/N Y/L/N: we were having a zoom meeting with the SaB cast and he looked so cute like that and I took a screenshot 🥹
User6: why was he smiling tho?
benbarnes: because my fiancee looked so cute ❤️
jessie_mei_li: my parents are so obviously in love 🥹 but come on, just lower the flirting down a bit, will you?
User9: Lord, indeed, should have mercy
User1: those two are so cute together and so like those old school romances 🥹
User7: If Ben looked at me like the first one, I would fold
shadowandbone: legit
User4: Who is managing this account 🤣
User8: And why so like us?? 😂
User12: Legends say that It's Y/N so that she could openly gush about them 👀
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Y/N Y/L/N: Very close to lock him up in the house...😑 I thought we talked about being so cute, mister benbarnes?
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benbarnes: It's genetics, love, I can't change it😏🤭
User3: someone finally thaught him how to use emojis
User9: user3= sarcastic older daughter
User16: we indeed agree on this Y/N, he should be kept hidden for some time!
User14: Ever since their engagement, I am always imagining their son. Yes, son. For some reasons, I feel like their first child would be a boy... With his daddy's pout and nose scrunch and his mummy's eyes 🥹
User8: STOP THAT'S TOO CUTE
User1: They can have my soul for that to happen
User7: I feel like he is more of a girl dad tho
User8: who said they would only have one child?😌
User7: She has been very clingy and lovey on Ben lately 👀 Is it because of the Engagement or...
User4: There is more Y/N and Ben content everywhere, and I'm soaking them all up
blakelively: I'm shocked...
User6: WHY? DO YOU KNOW SOMETHING WE DON'T
User5: SECOND MOMMY BLAKE WE ARE DESPERATE PLEASE-
User1: I'm ready to give everything, not that you need, bUT FOR THE LOVE OF GOOD IS IT BABY NEWS?!
freddycarter1: finally, she remembered that she is engaged and actually flirts with him rather than bullying.
kittheyounger: at least one of us is saved 🥹
calahan.skogman: It's a fair sacrifice to make...
Y/N Y/L/N: Stop being dramatic guys... I'll take you all to Disneyland, don't worry
kittheyounger: just like that, suddenly, I'm very obedient 🧎
User9: Let's not forget about how user3 is basically their adopted kid at this point djsjdj
User5: I'd have died if they personally invited her to their wedding lol
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Y/N Y/L/N: Here are some photos of me on the set, taken by amazing people!
1. my fiance benbarnes
2. dear jessie_mei_li
3. dragon queen sujaya_dasgupta
P.S: Damn, I really look good!
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User9: look at our happy girl claiming her man😎
User15: A confident girl 😎
User1 Queen is queening
User4: Mommy is mommying
User6: but brain not braining because dayumnn look at that cute smile
User8: Everyone, find yourselves someone that looks at you like Y/N looks when she is directing
User14: So inspiring for young girls! Keep doing what you love, sweet Y/N!
User7: The third picture stepped on me... thank you mommies 🧎
User4: I had to put my phone down and breathe deeply with a hand on my chest 😛
User12: who knew Sujaya's great photo-taking ability?
User11: definetly not me, but it was a welcomed surprise
shadowandbone: on my KNEES for them, down so bad...🤭🫦
User3: Y/N we know it's you, you can come out 🤣
zendaya: Happy smiles after the engagement huh 😏
amita_suman: and here we are, wondering what made her even more enthusiastic... Turns out, it was just Ben effect
User5: She looks so much more happier, if that was possible!
freddycarter1: and much more soft
kittheyounger: and much more loving
Y/N Y/L/N: I'm still the old me... Maybe a tiny bit softer, but don't tempt me.
User5: currently watching her old interviews... MOMMY we need new food!
User2: Have you watched the latest, very long, reels in Instagram?
User5: NO! WHEN DID SHE DO THAT
User2: a few hours ago! It's really fun, just our Queen slaying again
User12: "I'm so glad I'm finally alone... Having to pretend like I like the male population of the cast took a toll on me. Her face:😒😏🫢🤭🤫 *Sips soda but chokes*"
User7: The way I cackled so hard at that part! She is unintentionally so funny djsjdj
User9: Chaotic Good is literally her.
User6: Karma has found her after her prank on Freddy as a revenge for Calahan
User13: Mother Y/N, is there gonna be New food? I need me some full-of-feels work-of-art kinda thing of yours...
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Y/N Y/L/N: I couldn't have done half of the things I did without his support, trust and love. And look at what he is doing?
Are you trying to be my 13th reason?
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benbarnes: I didn't know me, holding babies did something to you love 😏
Y/N Y/L/N: It does many things, Barnes, but we shouldn't talk about it here...
User5: I don't know what you want from me, but you can have my first born or whatever so that you two could get married 🫡
freddycarter1: benbarnes and Y/N Y/L/N Please get a room already, you are getting kinky in the comments
User16: Bets are on about how soon they will hold their baby ✋
User7: If Ben isn't gonna give her a baby, she will get it herself...
User3: she wants to have a baby so bad 🥹 And I do too
User8: this world is shitty anyways, we all need a little baby Y/L/N-Barnes to make it a little bit better
User10: Completely irrevelant and you don't have to answer Y/N, but in one of his interviews he said he always loved your kisses the best and it didn't have to be sexual etc. I was wondering what type of kisses he was talking? Again, completely fine if you won't answer 😊
Y/N Y/L/N: hı, sweetie! Thank you for being so mindful of our life! Of course I can answer it: It's perhaps the ones that gives you butterflies? He enjoys the lingering kisses with a hand over his neck and face, whether on the lips or not, he also loves me attacking his face with gentle kisses too but I think, by his reactions, the one he ADORES and melts the most is forehead kisses! 🥹
User10: OMG thank you for answering! So, it was true? Ben really enjoys getting the babygirl treatment?
Y/N Y/L/N: He does! And I really love it when he is so happy and just giggles cutely🥰🥹
User15: Y/N Y/L/N being the most lovely and amazing girlfriend she is... Coddling her boyfriend and shit and making me cry because damn, that's one hell of a healthy realtionship
User5: currently sitting in my tub full of water and staring at the toaster...
User1: Y/N is swooning for her man holding a child( no wonder why, it was my first reaction at seeing Ben look down at that child so softly and lovingly)
User3: Now, just imagine how he would be like if it was his own🥹
User6: istg they are Milf and dilf in making, I just know it!
User12: what would be the gender of their first child? Bets are on! ( user3, you better vote too because you called dibs on their marriage, you are calling dibs again on the gender and this time, I'm on your side)
User3: OMG djshdjdjd I don't know really, as long as the baby is fine and healthy... But I'd really like to see a baby boy Barnes who ADORES and waddles after his mama like a certain dad of his 🥹
User12: Boy, it is... Okay, okay.
User12: girl button (･ω･)☞ ♡
User12: boy button( from the seer herself): (･ω･)☞ ♡
#shadow and bone imagine#shadow and bone series#shadow and bone fanfic#shadow and bone cast#shadow and bone#ben barnes x you#ben barnes x reader#ben barnes imagine#ben barnes#celebrity x reader#celebrity imagine#celebrity au#celebrity reader#celebrity#celebs#celebrities#reader insert#instagram au#fluff
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Younger sister's sealed pussy fucked
One day I woke up around 11:30 at night and stood near the window.
Their sex game had just begun.
Mom was jumping with her pussy set on dad's penis. Mom's breasts were bouncing amazingly.
After some time I felt that someone was standing near me.
When I paid attention, I realized that it was Pihu and she was also looking towards the window.
I looked at Pihu, Pihu looked at me.
Then I signaled him to remain quiet and come closer to the window and look inside.
Now both of us started watching mom and dad's sex.
After a while my hand automatically came to my penis.
Then I saw that Pihu was also caressing her pussy.
One of my hands went on my sister's ass and I started caressing her ass.
He removed my hand so I didn't say anything.
Then as soon as their sex game ended, we both came to our room.
As soon as she came into the room, Pihu went to the bathroom and after ten minutes she came back to the room and slept.
After she came, I also went to the bathroom, shook my penis and came to the room and slept.
The next day Pihu and I were stealing glances at each other.
But whenever our eyes met, both of us would smile slightly.
Nothing happened the next night.
Two days later, Pihu woke me up at around 12 o'clock.
When I got up, Pihu signaled me to come out.
I also came out.
Pihu went and stood near the window.
I also stood close to him.
I again placed my hand on my sister's ass and started pressing it.
Today he did not remove my hand.
I also did nothing else except pressing her ass.
That night, both of us watched mom and dad's sex game, then came to the room, took turns in the bathroom, cooled ourselves and slept.
Now it has been almost 3 months since we both did this.
We both clung to each other and watched mom and dad's sex.
During that time, if she caressed my penis, I would enjoy squeezing her breasts.
Nothing else happened between us beyond this.
One day when I woke up in the morning, Pihu was sleeping.
She was looking very sweet and innocent.
I lay down next to her and kissed her on the cheek.
She got up as soon as I kissed her but didn't say anything.
She got up and went out.
After two days, father and mother said- We have to go to the village tomorrow. There is a program there so you also go for two days.
I refused - I have extra classes going on and exams are also coming.
As soon as I refused, Pihu also refused.
As soon as I looked at Pihu, she smiled slightly at me.
Then I told mom and dad that both of you should go, we both will stay here.
They also agreed.
The next day, Papa and Mummy had a train at 5 in the evening.
I took them in the train and came home.
Pihu opened the gate.
As soon as I closed the gate, I caught hold of Pihu and placed my lips on her lips.
I started kissing my sister.
She was also supporting me.
After a few minutes, Pihu removed me and said – I will finish the household work. Then both of us are at home, why are we in a hurry?
I said- Okay, you finish the work, till then I will bring something from the market.
She started looking at me with questioning eyes.
I winked and said – Don't you want protection?
She laughed and said – Yes, that is very important.
Then I said- Would you like beer?
She said- You bring it for yourself.
I didn't say anything and came out with the keys of the scooter.
She started doing household work and I went to the market.
I have a habit of smoking cigarettes, so the first thing I did was go to my fixed place and take a cigarette, light it and start smoking.
On the other hand, I was calmly smoking a cold drink and smoking a cigarette and remembering my sister's intoxicating youth.
My penis got erect as soon as I remembered my sister's beautiful juicy breasts.
I closed my eyes and started fucking my sister naked in my imagination.
It was 7 o'clock at that time.
Just then sister's call came.
She said- Where are you?
I said – I am just coming… is your work finished?
She said- Yes it is done. Come and finish your work also.
Saying this she started laughing.
I said- I am just coming and you keep your shop open.
We both talked like this for some time and I started towards home.
While coming back home, I came home with four bottles of beer and a pack of ten pieces of condoms.
As soon as she came home, Pihu said – Are you eating now or will you eat later?
I asked her to have dinner later and came to the hall to watch TV.
She also came and sat next to me.
I pulled Pihu towards me and started kissing her.
She also started cooperating in the kiss.
After a few minutes, as soon as I touched my sister's boobs, she removed her hand.
She said- Brother, I am afraid that something might happen. Don't let anyone know!
I told him- I have brought a medicine for you to get rid of fear. You close all the doors and windows of the house and go into the room, I will come there with the medicine.
Now I reached the room with beer and a glass.
Seeing the beer, Pihu said – I have never drank it!
I said- Drink it today, this will eliminate your fear and you will also enjoy.
She agreed with me.
I filled the glass with beer, drank half myself and gave the other half to her.
After drinking both the bottles of beer he started feeling intoxicated.
I made her sit in my lap and we started kissing each other.
After a few minutes, I removed her clothes and mine too.
She was only in bra panty and I was in underwear!
I went crazy after seeing her in bra and panty and pounced on her like a hungry lion.
I removed her bra and started sucking and pressing her boobs.
Soon we both got heated.
Now I Took off her panty.
My mouth watered after seeing her hairless pink pussy.
I started licking her pussy, she was also enjoying it a lot.
She was pressing my head on her pussy and wanted to raise her ass and push me into her pussy.
I was also licking my sister's pussy by putting my tongue deep inside it.
After about ten minutes, I got up after moving my face away from the pussy, took off my underwear and started caressing my penis in front of Pihu.
When she saw my penis, her eyes widened in tears.
Perhaps she did not expect that my son would be so big.
I asked her to suck my dick.
At first she started refusing, then when I insisted, she started sucking the penis in her mouth.
After a few minutes both of us came into 69 position.
Now she was sucking my penis like a lollipop and I was licking her pussy.
After some time, she started getting restless so I got up and made her lie on her back in the sex position.
I put a condom on my penis and applied a lot of cream on it and made it completely smooth.
Now I started trying to insert my penis into my sister's pussy.
As soon as I inserted my penis, Pihu screamed.
Groaning with pain, she started saying – Ah brother… take it out… it is hurting a lot.
Only half of my penis had gone inside. I too started having pain in my penis due to her tight pussy.
But I was having fun so I didn't worry about my sister's pain.
I knew that she was taking cock for the first time, so it was natural to feel pain.
I kept my penis inserted in the same position and placed my lips on her lips.
By kissing her lips for a few moments, she started forgetting the pain.
Then I saw the opportunity and gave another strong blow. This time my entire penis went inside her pussy.
She started struggling.
I started holding her and kissing her.
After a few moments, I slowly started moving my penis into my sister's pussy.
She was suffering from pain but gradually she started becoming normal.
After some time she also started supporting me.
She had orgasmed twice in about twenty minutes of sex.
Now I also ejaculated in the condom and lay down on her.
Later I woke up and saw that her vagina was torn and there was blood.
I picked up Pihu, she was not able to walk.
I took her to the bathroom holding my hand and cleaned her pussy with warm water.
Then he made her sit in the hall and cleaned the room.
After cleaning the room, I went and sat near her.
She was scared.
I explained to him – This is the first time, it will not happen again.
Fed him some food, then both of them drank the remaining bottle of beer. I lit a cigarette.
As soon as the beer was over, she came and sat on my lap.
This time our sex game started in the hall itself.
This time we had sex by changing positions and slept naked.
Nude sister brother fucked again as soon as I woke up in the morning.
Then both of us did not go anywhere for two days.
Remained naked at home and kept having sex.
Even after mom and dad came back, we started having sex every night.
Now Pihu is preparing to open her ass hole with my penis.
She has started getting pussy fucked by inserting a butt plug in her ass.
As soon as her ass expands according to my penis, the penis will be inserted.
I will tell you that story in a separate sex story.
#adult model#eat my pussy#lick my pussy#hot as fuck#sexy content#sexy breast#wet ass pussy#sexy tease#fuck my body#my post
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Could you do an Ominis version of that fluff happy family fic? F!MC X Ominis?
Aww absolutely! Thank you for the Ask 💜
Ominis Gaunt x F!MC - fluff with a sprinkle of spice 💚🌶
Dawn was a mere whisper on the horizon when MC felt the mattress dip and creak as Ominis sat up and slid from the blankets. She turned and blinked in the gloom. "Everything alright?"
"Yes, don't worry," he said. He reached out for her, his hand brushing against her hip. "It's just Noctua, I will see to it, you go back to sleep."
She watched as her husband collected his wand from the bedside table and pulled on his bed robe before padding quietly from their bedroom to see to their daughter. She snuggled down under the blankets, the first pinch of autumn chill creeping into the room, but she couldn't slip back into sleep.
Pulling on her own robe, she moved quietly to the hall and down the stairs to get some water. On her way back she heard the murmuring of voices and paused on the landing to listen.
"Daddy, why can't you see me?" Noctua asked. "I can see you."
"My eyes do not work as yours do," he explained, softly. "I have never been able to see anything, but my wand helps me."
"It's your magic," she says back. MC hears Ominis' hum in agreement. "Will I have magic one day, like you and Mummy do?"
"You may, my love, you may," Ominis said. "But if you don't, it won't matter. You will still be my special little girl, with or without magic."
"Mummy said you see things with your hands," Noctua said. MC crept closer to peer through the door. Noctua was sitting cross legged on her bed, her cherub face framed by a tumble of white, blonde curls. She held out her little hands towards her Daddy. "I don't have eyes on my hands, Daddy. I can't see with them."
"Let me show you," Ominis said. He gently took Noctua's hands in his and put them against his cheeks. "Now, listen carefully. I want you to close your eyes and then feel Daddy's face with your hands. But, no peeking!"
"No peeking?" She pouted.
"Absolutely not," Ominis said. "Feel the shape of my face with your hands, no peeking, or the tickle monster will have to come out."
Noctua giggled and tugged on his hands. "No tickle monster!"
"Then no peeking," he said, smiling. "Right then, what can you feel?"
Noctua began to pat Ominis' face, up his cheeks to his eyes. She was doing as asked, no peeking, and her fingers were clumsy, poking him in the eye and almost up his nose. But Ominis let her explore, gentle words of encouragement whispered from his lips, and a guiding hand at her small wrist. MC smiled, watching them.
Noctua sighed and sat back. "Can I peek now?"
"Yes, and what was the verdict? Could you see my face with your hands?"
Her face screwed up in thought. "Its very bumpy, but soft," she said. He smiled and nodded. "Is that how you see Mummy?"
"It is," he said. "Mummy let me touch her face like that, long ago when we were both at Hogwarts. I knew right away she was the most beautiful girl in the whole world. I didn't need my eyes to know that."
"Am I beautiful, Daddy? Do you want to see my face?" She asked. She took his hand and put it on her face. "I will help you. I am right here."
He chuckled and smoothed fingertips over her chubby cheeks and booped her little nose. She giggled. "You are so very beautiful, like Mummy, and I love you lots, more than Bertie Botts."
Her little mouth popped open. "But you love sweeties, Daddy."
"Not as much as I love you," he said, patting her hand. "Come now, are you going to snuggle up for some more sleep?"
"Only if you stay with me," she said firmly.
"Alright, my love, I will stay a while."
Ominis tucked Noctua into her blankets and MC slipped quietly back to her own bed, her heart swelling.
The first rays of sunlight were creeping under the curtain when Ominis returned. He slid under the blankets, seeking MC's warmth and she held his hand against her stomach, relishing the feel of him against her back. "Is Noctua alright?"
"Sound asleep again, although probably not for long," he murmured. His lips were trailing along her neck and MC gave a little sigh. "Time for Mummy to get some attention."
He shifted and the press of his arousal nudged her bottom. She rolled up against it and he groaned, his hand already tugging up her nightdress. She turned to face him, her hand slipping into the waistband of his pyjamas. "Someone is eager," he chuckled.
She smirked, her mouth claiming his greedily. "Mummy wants all the attention she can get before our sweet angel starts demanding her breakfast," she said, speaking into his mouth.
Ominis kissed her deeply, loving her teasing hands, pressing her thighs wider for him. "Hard and fast, then?" He lifted one eyebrow at her.
"The harder the better," she whispered. She bit down on his lower lip. His moan sent a shiver through her, and he shifted, pressing himself inside her, sinking deep. She arched, ready for him, and he did not disappoint.
They were a tangle of limbs, panting, MC's face flushed from their pleasure. She looked up at her husband kissing his mouth. "I love you," she said. "You and Noctua are my everything."
He smoothed her hair back from her face, his nose rubbing against hers. "Perhaps Nocuta would like a little brother or sister," he suggested.
"Another baby?" She asked. Ominis had been nervous about being a father, worried he would not be any good at it. But he had been amazing, his conversation earlier that morning confirming to MC what she already knew. "I think Noctua would love it."
"And you? Would you be alright with it?"
She took his face in her hands. "I would be honoured to give you another child," she said softly. "You're a good father, Ominis. Noctua adores you."
He flushed and held her close. She pressed soft kisses against his temple and down over his ear. She felt his smile against her skin. "Keep kissing me like that, and I will start the baby making process right now."
"What's stopping you?" She taunted.
A thud and the patter of small feet in the hall made them pause. He chuckled and kissed her nose. "Its your turn, Mummy."
MC laughed with him, sitting up and reaching for her robe. As much as she would love to go for a round two with her husband right now, she was happy to go and see to Noctua. MC wouldn't change anything about their life together. Not one thing.
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happy new years, my loves!
to start off the year, here are some prompts and headcanons that you’re free to use or simply discuss! and i want to remind you all that my dms are open to everyone if you want to have a chat <3
“why are you crying, loki?”
loki loves to pick flowers and gives them to his loved ones
“loki don’t bite!”
he’s an angry baby…
if he does not wish to be separated from frigga (or any comfort person), he will have the biggest tantrum till he’s returned to her
he doesn’t understand gender all that much, which isn’t unusual for a baby but it’s completely lost on him. so he expresses himself very freely, through watching shows targeted at girls, collecting flowers, watching sylvie put makeup on (the rare times that she does) and going through her clothes and playing with “girl’s” toys. he sometimes asks to wear dresses that he sees in store windows, eventually they’ll get him a special one… though thor will need some convincing
he also loves his mother’s clothes
what if… odin was a good dad? yes i am in the process of writing some short fics of this
he gets the zoomies! then he runs around the room and often has to be taken outside to get the beans out!
he loves to be ‘naked’ (just a nappy on, curtesy of @archaiceuphoriah for this one)
he loves to play with either thor’s beard or mobius’ moustache, they’re very fascinating. he also loves the feel of them when he gets kisses
he loves to watch people and what they’re doing, especially frigga when they’re in her morning room with guests
do not interrupt the prince’s beauty sleep! you have been warned.
he loves footie onesies, so comfy…
he also loves to stay in his pyjamas as long as he’s allowed, they’re very cozy, okay?
as children, thor would always take great care with his little brother. he would take him to the gardens to explore, and sneak into the kitchens to find baked goods and once loki grew tired and wanted his mummy, thor would carry his small brother back
#loki agere#baby loki#sfw agere#fandom agere#padded agere#marvel agere#little loki#agere blog#mcu agere#sfw regression
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Here i am~ so the first idea was inspired by this video (I'll link it below if you want to see it's worth it i promise) and i was thinking of a dad!chan with his kid(s) and the parent/mom!reader like.. not very focused 💀
The rest is up to you eheh bbye ofc you are free to ignore it maybe you don't like it I'll love u anyway
The video! https://www.instagram.com/reel/CkmxDmorqyx/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y=
Variety Show With Dad!Chan
pairing : bang chan x fem!reader
genre : fluff , dad!chan, attempt at humor (I would rate myself -1/10)
w.c 0.6
📎rei’s notes : I hope this is good enough >-< a special request for my bestie inki <3 😤
“Okay, be safe and behave well, alright? Don’t give your dad a hard time”
Your kids hugged your leg before running back to your husband’s side.
“We will! We love you mummy! Bye-bye!”, your older son spoke as he got into the car. Chan buckled your two sons in their respective safety car seats.
Chan quickly made his way to your side after closing the car door. He looked at you with a smile on his face. You cupped his cheek as he looked down at you. “Make sure you drive safely”, you reminded him. He nodded while laying his hand against your hand that was on his face. He kissed your palm before leaning to leave a peck against your lips then your forehead.
“I will. Make sure you take your time to rest up. I’ll pick up your favourite later for dinner”, he replied.
You nodded your head, pulling your hand back to your side. “Okay…you need to go now before you’re late for the shoot”. Chan let out a chuckle, pecking your lips once more before running to his car. “Love you!!!~”, Chan yelled, making a smile appear on your face.
“Love you too chris! Come back home soon!”, you waved goodbye as your husband and children drove off to their awaited distination.
Chan was invited to be part of a variety show which focused on Korean actors/idols who are fathers, doing challenges with their child(ren)s. In Chan’s case, he was required to bake some bakery goods with his children.
Initially he was a bit worried about exposing his children to the media but then you reassured him that it was alright. After all, your children did love watching the variety show that he was invited to be part of.
“Why is the camera so big? Can we see space through that?”, your older son pointed to the cameraman holding the camera near him. It made the staff there burst into laughter.
Your son only blinked blankly before helping Chan to shape the dough. Your younger son was making a mess which made Chan panicked. Noah, who was only 1 years old, only let out a cute laugh, unbothered by the mess he had made.
“OH NAURRR NOAH!!..your mom is going to kill me”, Chan pulled the bag of flour away from your son.
*cue chan’s cries*
“Dad? Why would mom kill you? Doesn’t she love you?”, your older son, wolfy blurted out. Chan looked at wolfy then Noah then back to the camera. “Help me”, he mouthed to the camera. Chan knew he was for sure going to get memed so badly after this episode went live. The fandom wasn’t going to let dad!chan panicking and running away without memeing him first.
After an hour, Chan managed to get himself together. The cookies he made with his children may not look tasty but it was sure edible. “Just add sprinkles and you can barely taste the burnt part”, Wolfy talked to the camera. Chan covered his face in embarrassment.
“We should have uncle felix as a guest star for this episode. He makes better cookies than dad”, Wolfy added on which made everyone in the room burst into laughter.
“WOLFY! SHH”, Chan covered wolfy’s noisy mouth. Noah giggled, making grabby hands to pull his older brother’s hair. “Wooo-fi!!”, Noah called out. Wolfy hugged Noah who sat on the baby chair with a cookie in one hand.
“Dad…”
“Yes Wolfy?”
“Please wash my hair when we get back. I think Noah sprinkled cookie crumbs on my hair”
Chan looked at Wolfy and Noah -_-’
“Yes son”
Let’s just say that Chan fell asleep almost immediately after he got home with his kids. That was probably the last variety show he was going to accept to be part of, if it involves cooking/baking.
The End.
#inki <3#chan#bang chan#bangchan#bang chan x reader#bang chan x you#bangchan x you#bangchan x reader#chan x you#chan x reader#stray kids x reader#stray kids x you#skz x reader#skz x you#stray kids imagines#stray kids fluff#stray kids scenarios#skz scenarios#skz imagines#skz fluff#skz fanfic#skz chan#skz bang chan#skz bangchan#channie
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The Ink Demonth 2023 - Day 6. Machine
Day 6. Machine
Crossover: Scooby-Doo, Where Are You? (and later series)
"Scooby-Dooby-Doo, where are you?
We got some work to do now.
Scooby-Dooby-Doo, where are you?
We need some help from you now."
I cannot wait for the scene when they take Sammy's mask off :3 I'd watch an episode like that.
Btw. in case anyone is wondering, Shaggy checks whether bacon soups are 20 or 50 years after expired, because it depends on whether he decides to heat them before eating or not :D
Am I a fan of Scooby-Doo? Well... yes and no. As a little kid, I loved the show, I even had VHS tapes of the episodes... But then my lil brother got hooked on it and watched it so obsessively that I hated the whole show (especially since his favourite was that damn Scrapy-Doo, so he was tormenting me episodes with him, and Scooby-Doom, the other son of the b*ch, which I hate). However, I still enjoyed the full-length movies, and to this day I still enjoy watching some of them (for example: "Scooby-Doo! and the Reluctant Werewolf" or "Scooby-Doo! in Where's My Mummy?..." by the way, the former was made in the year of my birth, so he's older than me, yay!)
But then came the era of weird Scooby-Doo series that delighted me again and stole my heart, like "Shaggy & Scooby-Doo Get a Clue!", "Scooby-Doo! Mystery Incorporated" or crazy one "Be Cool, Scooby-Doo!" (I love self-ironical, self-parodying shows). So... yeah, I guess I'm a Scooby Doo fan now. What's more, I will now say something that will probably make some people hate me: I like the "scandalous" show "Velma". Uuuu! Everyone will stop following me now, what a drama.
I have to admit that I had fun - although it was probably one of the most difficult Ink Demonths so far (counting the future ones I've already drawn). Scooby-Doo is damn hard to draw, because he has very caricatured features while having quite a dog's build, and when broken down into simple shapes, he's... just plain ugly to draw. Shaggy was a bit of a challenge, but it was a real pleasure to draw Velma. By the way, these two are my favourite characters - and I ship them in their youth (in their mature life, I prefer Shaggy with that cool alien from one of the movies).
I used, of course, the background from BATIM - and choosing the right one and then framing it the best took me a lot of time and frustration too. I originally wanted a setting from the first chapter, but nothing looked right with the characters on it. I finally made it to the second chapter - and I think it turned out really nice.
However, I am extremely proud of how cans turned out, the expiration date of which is checked by Shaggy.
If anyone doesn't understand why this entry is for "machine" theme, let me remind you that the Gang drove a cool, colourful van called... that's right! The Mystery Machine! If you didn't know that, you can't consider yourself a Scooby-Doo fan :D
Bendy and the Ink Machine (c) Joey Drew Studios Inc.
Scooby-Doo, Where Are You? (c) Hanna-Barbera
Sammy and the Ink Machine (c) Nayia Lovecat
#The Ink Demonth#Bendy and the Ink Machine#Sammy and the Ink Machine#BATIM#SATIM#Scooby-Doo Where Are You?#Scooby-Doo#Shaggy Rogers#Velma Dinkley#Fred Jones#Daphne Blake#Mystery Incorporated#The Mystery Machine#Bendy#Ink Bendy#Ink Demon#The Ink Demonth 2023#crossover
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Haloo 🤗🤗 , how have you been ?? I just finished rereading the lewis hamilton imagine and recently i found this gem on insta and i just want to share with you
https://www.instagram.com/reel/C3M_Ws7I0XE/?igsh=bm4wcjhmN2swaGsw
I don't know whether I'm so delulu or stress or need my ear fixed or what, but somehow i feel like the dad's voice sounds a lot like lewis . I don't know ,i probably need help
Note: I get what you mean, it does sound a bit like him! I had this in my drafts and forgot about it, sorry sorry 😬🫠 I also added the idea from the last ask you sent!
Noah was a smart kid, that much you knew. And because of his age, it wasn't hard for him to watch and learn from your actions. So when he wanted to speak to his daddy, he grabbed your phone while you took a shower. Opening the app and tapping the screen, he held on the icon as he spoke into it.
Hi daddy! Mummy says you're travelling back home!
He waited for a response but Lewis seemed to be taking too long.
You drive so fast, daddy, why are you taking so long to reply? Do you not like these messages? They're fun because I can't write yet and we can talk to eachother.
He waited until the double arrows turned a different colour, meaning he had heard the voice notes.
Sorry, buddy! I was talking with the team. Did you steal mummy's phone again?
Giddy, Noah tapped the screen again.
Yes! She's in the shower because she said she is going to make a special dinner for us when you get back! Are you bringing anything for her? You always bring her flowers.
On the plane, Lewis had a little giggle as Toto and George, who happened to sit in front of him, heard the audio.
"He's just letting everyone know Y/N's routine and plans!", George chuckled.
I am, buddy. I told the florist to have them ready so I can pick them up before I go home.
When are you going to buy me flowers, buddy buddy?
Do you want me to buy you some flowers, Noah?
Yes, some flowers and some chocolate, please.
"Oh, that worked up fast, hm?", Toto wiggled his eyebrows.
How did we get from flowers to chocolate, hm?
You love mummy and you always bring some chocolate when you give her flowers, right? So if you love me, you'll give me the two too!
And what's in it for me?
I'll give you a big big hug and say thank you!
Okay, I can do with that, buddy!
Safe to say that as soon as you got your phone back, you giggled at your little boy's antics.
(Thank you for your submission ✨️)
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