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bouquetdelarmes · 2 years ago

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THIS WAS SO SO SO GOOD. I CANT EVEN WRAP MY HEAD AROUND IT. it’s a masterpiece. probably the best s&b series ive read. the prose was 10/10, so was the story. it’s almost scary how well-written it was : this could’ve been another book from the official series and i wouldn’t have noticed ⏤ it’s THAT good. and the way you portrayed nikolai and zoya … those two are my favs and so difficult to write perfectly but you did. i definitely feel empty now that i’ve finished reading all chapters, almost as much as i was when i finished the trilogy.

In Another Life

Masterlist

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova x Alternate Universe!Reader

Summary: When the making at the heart of the world steals you from your own universe and drops you into the fictional country of Ravka you’re thoroughly bewildered. But this is an opportunity for you to right every wrong - and hopefully save one life in particular.

Word Count: 60.5K - COMPLETED

My Masterlist • Series Playlist

Read on AO3 HERE

Part One

One moment you’re going about your usual day, the next you’re in Ravka - the fictional country in a fictional universe. When you realise that the story you know by heart hasn’t even begun, there’s only one person you can think of going to.

Part Two

After a restless night of sleep, you wake with too many thoughts in your mind. The contents of the General’s war table provide an ample distraction, and soon the man himself joins you.

Part Three

You and Aleksander journey to Kribirsk, where everything starts to become real for you, as your plan is finally set in motion.

Part Four

Accompanied by your new recruits, you and Aleksander return to the Little Palace, and soon settle into a comfortable routine. But nothing ever stays the same for long.

Part Five

Alina is presented to the king as the sun summoner, and from that point onwards you and Aleksander become increasing busy - and apart.

Part Six

An unexpected visitor arrives with some good news, and Aleksander makes a earth-shattering discovery.

Bonus Scene

As your first interaction with Baghra occurs, a wounded Aleksander returns from a mission, and you have no chance to ponder over her opinion of you.

Part Seven

The search for the stag takes your group north into Fjerda, but it’s after you return to Os Alta that a surprising event occurs.

Part Eight

The Winter Fete goes smoothly, a perfect evening followed by a foiled assassination. A few days later, you and Aleksander journey into the Fold.

Part Nine

After a dramatic arrival into West Ravka, your group travels to Os Kervo, and you recruit a pirate privateer to join you in the search for the sea whip.

Part Ten

The hunt for the sea whip has begun, but a number of obstacles stand in your way, demanding more from you than you ever thought possible.

Part Eleven

Your near death experience has taken a toll on you, which forces Aleksander to come to a realisation.

Part Twelve

A successful return to Ravka prompts you to share warnings of the future with Aleksander, and a new (but not unfamiliar) character invites himself into your schemes.

Part Thirteen

Slowly the pieces of your plan for the Fold come into place, but thoughts and fears of the future continue to haunt you.

Part Fourteen

Ravka’s seat of power changes, and Aleksander makes a discovery that sends you both north in search of his sister.

Part Fifteen

As Alina is about to bring down the Fold, Aleksander suggests a theory that lifts your hopes.

Part Sixteen

Together, you and Aleksander journey to the monastery of Sankt Feliks. To mend the tear at the making, a sacrifice from one of you is required.

Part Seventeen

With the remains of the Fold vanquished, the people celebrate. Together, you and Aleksander work to establish peace in Ravka and a safe haven for your Grisha.

Bonus Scene

Alternate Ending

Until I Found You - IAL (Aleksander’s Version)

Aleksander isn’t expecting to find love in this lifetime, that is until you arrive. - A collection of scenes from In Another Life from Aleksander’s perspective, as well as a bonus scene.

Post-In Another Life

Future Uncertainty

Lingering insecurities rear their head now that everything has been resolved, and Aleksander encourages you to share your fears. (set mid-part seventeen)

The General’s Crown

In an attempt to escape the attention of being a living saint, you retreat into the fields and create flowers for the local children. It isn’t long before your husband finds you.

Christmas Eve

Its your second Christmas in Ravka, your first with the country at peace and Aleksander as your husband. Together, you have the perfect Christmas Eve.

The New Year

It’s New Years Eve, and the first time you’re celebrating with Aleksander as your husband.

What the Future Holds

Immortality suits you well, and your new life with Aleksander is better than you ever could have imagined.

#✐゛www.recs>?! ☻#the self-indulgence was STRONG in this one #i too would like to suddenly be part of the grishaverse

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bouquetdelarmes · 2 years ago

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it is so refreshing to see a shy max !!! this is not something we are used to⏤that's precisely what makes this fic so good !! and don't even get me started on the absolute cuteness of these two… ugh my heart was melting the entire time…

𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 | MV1

PAIRING: max verstappen fem!reader

WARNINGS: fluff, swearing, shy max

SYNOPSIS: max was never short of confidence, he had trust in his ability in the car, he knew he could win, and he did win, the only thing he was never truly confident in getting was you

AN: heavy heavy inspiration from @lxclerc’s little verstappen so please make sure to read and reblog hers!!

No one was oblivious in the paddock to the looks shared between you and Max, the subconscious want to be near each other, the way you both spoke about each other with a false grimace on your faces.

No one except you and Max yourselves.

Joining Red Bull as their team photographer had been a dream come true, you got to work in the sport you had loved since you were just a young girl, able to meet amazing people and travel with them for months out of the year.

You mostly got along with everyone in the team, mechanics, other teams photographers and their drivers alike. You were a peoples person, plain and simple, always floating around the paddocks and making friends with anyone you find yourself with and so nearly everyone knows your name.

Everyone would vouch that your bubbly nature was easy to get along with, you were easy to talk to, and considered them all your friends despite the separation of teams.

You could say you got along with everyone in the paddock, everyone but your teams very own first driver.

The only logical reason in your head is that Max Verstappen must hate you.

Every time you try to start a conversation, wether they were work related or not, his replies were short with you almost as if he is waiting for the moment to escape your presence.

It took only a few weeks for you stop trying. Your conversations, no mattet the length, never strayed past the topic of work, wether you needed him to change positions there was no banter like your friendship with Sergio.

In fact most of your out of work communication had been through the Mexican driver, never wanting to invade his personal space and if he didn't want to acknowledge you outside of work then you could live with it.

Despite your brash behaviour towards each other, Daniel was convinced it would be solved if you got together. The Aussie deeming himself as some type of matchmaker between the two red bull workers, almost as if he knew something that Max and you didn't.

You barely gave Max more thoughts than necessary, your life was already more than enough for you to dwell on why he didn't seem to like you. You had the luxury to travel the world almost weekly for over half they year and the salary was more than enough, truly there was no room to complain.

Pre season was always a stressful time, for drivers and the other workers in the team alike. For you, you got to what you loved in a foreign country for the next three days, the only downside being the drivers you actually had to work with.

You alarm sounded off, giving you a five minute reminder of the first shoot of the season. Surprisingly, you weren't the first person there with the #1 branded cap being the firs thing you see, talking with his personal trainer.

Despite repeating again and again that it doesn't matter if he doesn't like you, that you could without his approval in your life, that you should stop trying and seeking him out, you can't help but approach him anyways.

You plastered a half genuine smile on your face as you walked over to him, hanging back slightly as to not interrupt the serious looking conversation between him and Brad.

Seeing the trainer wrapping up his conversation he offered you a smile, which you returned, Brad and you bonding over the heated conversation you had one day on which toppings actually deserved their place on top of a pizza.

"Had a busy holiday?" You smiled up at Max, the dutchman jumping slightly, not realising you to be right beside him, especially after Brad had just left.

Max gave you a tight lipped smile, not offering you much more as he nodded he light nodded his head. "Yeah, you?"

You nodded at his question, the one you knew he was only asking to at least appear polite. You weren't able to tell if the cringe you felt internally from the awkward silence that fell had crept its way onto your face, instead with a slightly faltered smile you looked up at him. "Good to hear that the cars going smoothly then, hope testing goes well!"

Cursing under your breath you walked away to set up your camera, feeling a little uncomfortable as you could feel his eyes on you as you walked away.

Brad was quick to return, engaging in a deeper conversation with Max, requesting a few minutes away from the shoot which you granted, still having to wait for Sergio to appear anyway.

Before he had met you, Max never considered himself a shy person, instead he was known as quite the opposite. His public persona showed him to be the most extreme extrovert you had ever seen, being able to makes friends with a tree if it talked back.

But the moment you stepped into the paddock carrying the dainty old camera you took with you every race week to capture your own memories, that bright smile on your face only someone with your level of kindness could being, you're all his dreams come true.

You never let yourself be carried with anything but respect, having him following and anticipating your every move, like a lost puppy, his eyes on you as you moved throughout the garage, struggling to contain his quickening heartbeat when you fixed the collar on his shirt.

The only problem however, your distain for him was more than obvious to Max, and he couldn't blame you for the way the past two years had gone.

Pining after you for the past years was something he and everyone around him could only call pathetic at this point. There was something about you, something he couldn’t quite put his finger on, that makes it nearly impossible for him to form more than his short, abrupt sentences, his one word answers.

When you're near him, the perfume you had worn since your first day overtaking his senses, Max shuts down. His heart beating so fast that he can almost hear it.

Although the thing he doesn't know if that you too had a weakness for him, the way he let no one get to him, knowing his own value without determining it by the opinion of others.

The way he was kind to the rest of the red bull workers, sure you were the exception, but even then you could see how he treated the mechanics and engineers, you were all sort of a messed up family together.

The fact that despite your indifferences, he had still made sure a 'secret santa' gift was placed in your locker before the Christmas break, Daniel of course being the one to spill his secret to you and that only made you want to wear the silver necklace he had gotten you one year around your neck more often.

Max noticed things about yourself that even you hadn't, like the way goosebumps rose on your arms whilst you prepped the camera, despite the warm wind from the Bahraini air.

He'd gotten Daniel to give you one of his logo-less jackets, his friend not relenting from his snide remarks. "Would be easier if you just tell her how you feel." Max glared at his friend, passing the jacket from his drivers room to his hands. "You never know Maxie, she could like you back."

Max was quick to dismiss Daniels last words, there was no one in hell you even held an ounce of the feelings he felt towards you.

The dutchman made a mental note to thank Daniel again when he got to the shoot, seeing you now with his jacket sitting oversized on you, hanging from your shoulders in a way that still complimented you.

Sergio was now in the makeshift makeup and hair station, you at some point employing Brad as a part time hairdresser to fix the mess on Checo's head, messed up from his #11 cap. You dusted powders across his face, drying down and smoothing out his skin.

He was just as quick in the chair as he was out, sure to let everyone know that was his least favourite part of these shoots. You turned to look at him, finding his eyes on yours, silently understanding that you now wanted him in the chair.

Brad, almost as professionally as a person trainer now working as a hairdresser could do, fixed the blonde strands of Max's hair, you brought the makeup brush up to his face, dipping your own head down closer to him.

Max could feel his heart racing against his chest, the familiar wave of nervousness he only felt around you washing over with how close you were to him at that moment. Max could smell his own cologne on the jacket you wore when you leant in closer to him.

You backed up with a smile, one half of Max relieved he could now be in peace without the possibility of choking on his own breath, the other half wanting to have you that close to him again.

"There we go, looking perfect." You spoke to both the drivers, Max able to feel the tingle of his cheeks burning up and you could only beg you didn't.

Although you hadn't, his teammate had, Sergio teasing him throughout the shoot when you were fidgeting with the settings on your camera.

By the end of the shoot, you were happy with the pictures you had gotten, letting Sergio go first as you held Max back to take a couple more with his championship winning car.

He rans his hands through the strands of his hair subconsciously, a nervous reaction of his he did, a groan leaving your lips as you noticed he had messed up the previously perfect style Brad had given him.

Within a blink of an eye you were standing just in front, tangling your own hands through his short blonde hair as you fixed the mess he had made. Max couldn't stop himself from staring at your face as you concentrated on perfecting his hair again, your tongue swiping across your bottom lips.

"Great, two more and we're good?" Max nodded his head, not entirely hearing what you said with his mind off somewhere else, but he figured it was better than shaking it no.

You took the last of the pictures, uploading them onto your computer and you were sure Max was desperate to get out of your presence as you tossed him a makeup wipe. "Can i see them?"

You couldn't lie and say you were expecting Max saying he wanted to spend more time with you willing, more so thinking he would get you to email them to Brad or Sergio to see then before they were sent off to media.

Not being able to formulate a reply you nodded your head, watching as Max made his way around the table that held your laptop and a couple other things. His hands rested on the dark wood, his body so close to your that you could almost feel his warm breath fanning over you.

For two years, you had been more than certain that Max held a weird dislike towards you. No matter hoe many times you'd been nice, wishing him luck every weekend but you were always met with a barely there smile or a one liner.

You're used to his almost immediate dismissal of you but you're definitely not used to his sudden interest in you and your job.

The question was on the tip of your tongue, burning to be asked before finally you gave into your primal curiosity. "Max?" He hummed in response, still looking at the pictures, scrolling through them. "Why don't you like me?"

The surprise in Max's face is evident, just as it is on yours as he turns to you. "You think I don't like you?"

The way he asked as though the idea is ridiculous, that there was no possibility in it ever being you, you can't help but feel a little ridiculous yourself. You felt like a teenager again asking an idiotic question in class that everyone knew the answer to but you, but you force yourself to continue. "Can you blame me? You never seemed interested anytime i tried talking to you."

He was hesitant to speak at first, but he knew there was no moment like now for him to speak up. "I don't dislike you, y/n," He took in sharp intake of breath, cheeks tinging a slight pink as he was embarrassed to admit the next part. "You make me feel like a teenager with a crush again whenever i'm around you,"

You were taken back by his confession, in the moment expecting anything but the words he was saying. "And instead of possibly fucking up and embarrassing myself, i just didn't talk to you."

Max knew he had more to say, and with how far he had already came he couldn't help but say fuck it. "I was scared to make an idiot of myself, you get me so fucking nervous."

You couldn't believe a word he was saying as you stared at him with your mouth slightly agape. "You don’t know what you’re saying Max, i can’t make you nervous.”

"More than nervous, i can’t focus on anything i’m doing when you’re around me, it’s like i forget how to."

"But we work together," you say, you knew the risks if anything were to happen between Max and you. You've learned early on that companies don't like essentially their highest position employee dating their easily replaceable photographer. You can understand it, of course. No one wants that added responsibility especially, in some cases it was an HR case waiting to happen.

He wanted to hold your face closer to his, cup your cheek with his hand, reassure you that everything would be fine but he kept his distance, knowing you needed to take in everything before decision were made. "We could make it work."

Your breathing hitched in your throat when Max smiled down at you, his eye contact so intense you were forced to break away. "You don't have to say anything now, come to me tomorrow and we can talk about it."

The next day came quicker than you had anticipated, the only two drivers you knew who you could truly confide in for this specific situation now sat facing you in the comfort of one of their drivers room.

"Everyone already knew, y/n. You two aren't the most discreet." Lando spoke up after you had filled him and Daniel in on everything Max had said. "You should've seen him went you went out on a date with Gio from the ferrari garage, he looked like someone kicked his puppy.

"You didn't think anything of it when i told you he left you those Christmas gifts?" Daniel questioned you, looking as your hands instinctively found the silver chain around your neck. "And who do you think got the flowers for your birthday? And valentines day."

The past two years, on both of your birthdays and valentines days, a bouquet of flowers was always delivered to you, never with a card or even a clue of who it might be from. "Uhm you?"

"Well if you want to think that then they were from me, you're welcome." You rolled your eyes at his words, a smile threatening to show on his lips as he joked.

The realisation that it was from Max was absolutely insanity to you. You began working as a photographer for toro rosso four years ago, straight out of high school, before working up to red bull. Daniel had took an instant liking to you in an older brother/younger sisterly way and throughout your time in the motorsport, you've always been under the impression that the dutchman dislikes you.

"And neither of you decided to tell me?" Your head was spinning, an information overload in such a short space of time.

Lando shrugged his shoulders. "No one thought it would take him over two years to own up to it," The young brit spoke. "And for the most part, we'd genuinely thought he'd gotten over it. He's gotten a little more subtle when it comes to staring at you."

"God i feel stupid, how did i not know about it?." You dropped your head into your hands, not knowing what you were going to do further.

"He was too dumb to realise he liked you back if that makes you feel better." You smiled up at Daniel, a genuine laugh slipping past your lips at his words. If there was one thing he knew how to do it was make his friends laugh when they needed a cheering up.

A knock on the door stopped you replying to him, the two drivers own personal trainers needing them before they officially started day 1 of testing.

You knew max was going to be in the car the majority of the day, leaving you with more than enough time for you to make your mind up before you could speak to him.

The four hours flew in for you, Max going straight to his drivers room joined by Brad when he found you already waiting in there for him. Brad was awkward towards you, offering a hello and goodbye within the matter of seconds.

"Have you thought-"

"I want to be with you Max." Your abruptly voice cut off his, desperate to confess how you'd felt for him the past two years of your life do. "You make my heart race more than anyone i've ever met, you make me nervous, all of the above."

You move towards him, situating yourself between his legs as you cup his cheeks, making Max take a deep breath at your sudden closeness, your heartbeats racing in sync, feeling the distance between the two of your closing in.

Max couldn't even voice his reply, instead bringing his lips onto yours, your first kiss together one shared in the stuffy confinement of his drivers room. He let himself pull back, desperate to have his mouth on yours again as he planted a smaller, quicker kiss onto your lips again.

He smiled at you, a smile of his you had yet to see before, not when he was laughing with Daniel, certainly not when you remembered his one-word replies he used to give you. No, you saw this smile for time when your foreheads were pressed against each other, a confession on both sides, and an unbreakable bond was formed.

#✐゛www.recs>?! ☻#max verstappen x reader #max verstappen imagine #max verstappen fluff

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bouquetdelarmes · 2 years ago

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excuse me while i pick up the pieces of my broken heart .... WHO GAVE YOU THE RIGHT ???? 1 : the right to make me cry + 2 : the right to write so well ??? omg!! i loved it as much as i hated it (angst dictates). you're an incredible writer. the italic sentences, mirrors of one another, are such a painful and sad refrain BUT WOW WAS IT POWERFUL. AND THE END ???? this is a fucking masterpiece. i can't even wrap my head around it.

For as long as Charles can remember it has always been you, him, and Pierre

Summers spent in a house near the sea. Breakfast, lunch and dinners all held in the large mahogany table outside. Running around, trying to climb the large tree rooted near the table. Bedsheets and pillows piled on floor, can’t bear to be apart from each other even in sleep.

You followed them to karting tracks and foreign lands. You held each other’s hand through victories, grief, and defeat.

For as long as Charles can remember, he has always been in love with you

The sea is just a ride away from the villa you were staying at. More often than not you hike back to the house dripping from your little picnics.

He realized he’s in love with you during one of these trips.

Pierre has begged off and promptly passed out on the hammock despite your nagging. It was just you, Charles, and his brothers.

After wasting the day away playing in the water you guys head back just as the sun is starting to set.

Lorenzo and Arthur were already halfway to the villa, racing each other through the narrow streets whilst trying to not run over the locals.

You were walking up to him. Hair blowing in the wind then settling down your shoulder like waves on the shore. He’s in love with you he realized at that moment. You were dusting off sand from your dress that is already starting to dry after being bathed in the sun.

He didn’t realize you were saying something until you hit him with your straw-hat.

“Seawater got in your brain?” You teased as you hopped on the back of his scooter.

The ride was spent in silence but his mind was in a frenzy. Suddenly, he was aware of your hands clutching his shirt. Your chest was pressed at his back and he can hear the contended sigh you let out from time to time. Your the only thing in his mind all throughout dinner and the last thing he thought of until he fell asleep that night.

Lorenzo was more perceptive than he appeared apparently. Because not long after that day, he weasels a confession out of him while they’re on dishwashing duty. Was he that obvious?

“It’s a wonder the whole of Italy doesn’t know by now” Lorenzo sniggers as he hands a plate for Charles to dry. Charles scoffs but says nothing.

“Are you going to tell her?” His brother continues. Charles remains silent. He turns his head to watch you dancing, trying to get Pierre to join you as the Frenchman just laughs at your antics.

He knows it’s a losing game.

For as long as Charles can remember, you have always been in love with Pierre

Pierre is stupid. You told him when you were ten, as you sat in the stone fence beside him. A crease in between your eyebrows and a pout on your lips. Pierre has done something to annoy you again no doubt.

Pierre is stupid. You told him when you were seventeen, as you sat in the bar stool next to him. A twinkle in your eyes and a grin that lit up your whole face. Pierre was beckoning you from across the dancefloor.

Pierre is stupid.

Charles thought, as he noted the look in your eyes when your gaze flickers from time to time to Pierre and the new girl under his arm.

“You’re staying at Ferrari? Why?” Pierre frowns as he sees the Ferrari paddock pass dangling from your neck

“Because they’re winning” You reply without missing a beat, dragging Charles towards the direction of the Ferrari hospitality. He hears Pierre yelling ouch! in the distance.

It was just a minor incident, Charles says, when he found you after the race. You don’t tell him that every turn has you holding your breath and digging your nails on your palms. You can only relax when you see Pierre’s stupid grin again.

He sees Pierre trying to make you laugh at the infirmary, even though he was the one who crashed into a wall at a high speed. He sees you laughing and trying to hold back your tears at the same time.

Soon, they’re both teasing you for crying. Making you laugh so you forget the danger they face for a living. You don’t tell them that every time there’s a crash, you want to beg them to quit racing altogether. You did before, twice. But you backed down when you remember how much the sport means to them. How much memories is tied it, both of joy and sadness.

The bubble pops when Kika arrives. You and Charles silently agree to leave to give the two some privacy but not before promising to meet each other for Dinner later.

“Ça va?” He asks quietly, as he leads you out of the infirmary.

“Ça va aller” You smile reassuringly. But he has memorized your every smile and what they mean. He knows your heart is breaking. Charles’ heart breaks with yours.

He didn’t miss the longing glance Pierre sent your way as you went out.

For as long as Charles can remember, Pierre has always been in love with you too

Charles remembers how different he is with you. Gentle. Even when he’s teasing and annoying you all the time. Patient like he’s never been with any of his past relationships. Always waiting for you to come to him. Like he’s afraid of being turned away (you would never).

Charles knows that you’re the only one Pierre trusts with the vulnerable side of him. The little brother who is determined to prove himself. The aspiring driver trying to make it in a cutthroat sport. Afraid of never being good enough.

He confronts Pierre about his feelings for you when they meet at a pub. Pierre broke up with Kika after admitting the fact he can’t love her like she deserves.

“You’re in love in with our friend, that’s why” Charles tells him, louder than he intended. We both do and more than we’d like to admit, Charles thinks. Since forever. Since before we knew what it meant.

“Keep your voice down” Pierre hisses, looking around like you could walk through the door at any moment.

Charles studied his face as he slumped down the seat, taking a swig of beer.

“You do” He presses on “So, tell her you do” Unlike him, Pierre actually has a reason to. He must see it. Surely he sees the way you look at him.

Pierre looks as if he’s considering calling you right then. Something flashes through his eyes, and then the walls are up again.

“I can’t” Pierre replies, clearly getting frustrated by being forced to confront his feelings upfront.

“Why not?” Charles shoots back. He doesn’t understand why Pierre would hesitate now of all of time. Pierre has never hesitated when it comes to relationship. He always jumps head first.

It took forever for Pierre to reply. He'd gone through every reason in his mind. He settles for It will ruin our friendship and hopes it satisfies Charles.

Pierre doesn’t tell him he doesn’t think he’s good enough for you.

It has always been you, him, and Pierre

Charles has watched you two orbit around each other, as he watches from the side-lines.

Sometimes getting too near. Dancing too close at the club. Always having a seat saved next to the other in every occasion.

Pulling away when you get too close to each other’s gravity. Flinching away when your hands accidentally touch on the armrest.

Still there are moments that Charles aren’t there to see

He saw the two you drunkenly leave the party, collapsing into each other’s side.

He didn’t see you two finally collide.

In a hotel room in italy, as the rest of your friends drink and dance the night away.

It took forever for Pierre’s lips to finally land on yours. He kissed the side of your cheeks. Then, your closed eyelids. Lingering a little longer on your forehead.

You opened your eyes to see his face getting closer to yours, closing them again when your lips meet. The tenderness of it all makes your heart ache. You’ve been wishing for this since you were a child, convincing him to marry you under the large tree of your summer home.

It was always going to be you and Pierre

Charles is sitting outside a coffee shop overlooking the sea. He closes his eyes when he feels the cold breeze. When he opens them, he sees the two of you walking over to him, smiling coyly at each other like lovesick teenagers passing each other in hallways.

“Quoi de neuf?”

His eyes fall to your hands lacing together and then back to your twin expecting eyes.

A small smile spreads across his face and he laughs as he says,"I thought you were never going to figure it out"

This elicits a relieved laugh from the both of you. Then you fall back into easy conversations and insides jokes as you wait for your food to arrive.

The sun sets over the sea. Charles takes a deep breath. He loves you still at this moment, watching you and Pierre. Charles’ love runs deeper than sea you all swam in as a child. He can do this. Hold his love for you close to his chest, knowing if it ever got out it would only result in all of your hearts being broken.

He can see himself years from now. Time would have healed his heart enough for him to be ready for the love meant for him. He will be delighted to be best man at your wedding. Honored to be godfather to your son.

Charles is almost deep in thought when he realized you were looking at him with a face full of worry

You smile when you meet his eyes. Are you okay?

He smiles back reassuringly. I will be

#✐゛www.recs>?! ☻#charles leclerc x reader #pierre gasly x reader #f1 x reader #f1 angst

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bouquetdelarmes · 2 years ago

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elisa is now dead, killed by the beauty of this short work. seriously this was so so so perfect !!! i don’t even know how to convey what i felt reading this. zoya is one of my favourite characters and you only made me love her more (if that’s possible). this was beautifully written. i’m in love. thank you for this gem.

hii! i was wondering if you could do a zoya nazyalensky x fem!reader where reader and zoya are dating for like, 6 months, and reader is zoya's little soft spot

like, she's a really sweet small girl, adorable and cute, really kind with everyone, and zoya just loves this stuff about her, even though she probably would be annoyed if it were anyone else

anyway, they're in the little palace when readers ex returns from a really long mission, and this ex is a really toxic person that used to make reader feel like she's no good for anyone and manipulate her all the time

i really would like to see how zoya (who knows about their relationship) would act around it and i think she would be really protective

well, thanks anyway i hope you feel good about writing this <3

a/n: omg i love this idea so much! i could never think of a plot to write for zoya and this is exactly what i was looking for so i hope you enjoy <3 i'm so sorry this has taken so long to come out.

warnings: implications of toxic relationships, mentions of injury/death/etc gn reader

Right Here - Zoya Nazyalensky

The past few months have been nothing but bliss.

Well, as much as they can be with a war going on. Between the fighting and training and missions into the Fold, your life has become peaceful and you're more content than you ever have been. Days have felt easier. Smiling comes more naturally. Saints, you've begun to enjoy donning your kefta again.

The reason for that, for all the happiness, stirs beneath you now, making a soft humming sound in her throat as she wakes up from her doze.

"Afternoon, Zoya," you murmur, eyes still shut as your head rests on her chest which rises up and down so very soothingly. "Sweet dreams?"

Her body tenses for a moment as she stretches, and a yawn parts her lips. "I suppose if you count beheading some volcra as nice."

You breathe a laugh, opening your eyes and propping yourself up on an elbow to look at her.

Zoya's dark hair is mussed slightly, the strands threading between bright green blades of grass like rivers of ink. Though groggy, her blue eyes are bright and becoming more alert the longer they stay open, framed by thick lashes and smooth skin that seems to glow in the sunlight. She yawns again before shaking off her sleepy daze.

"You're an awfully comfortable pillow," you say with a smile. "Might hire you."

His lips tug in that almost-sly smile of hers, and her eyes glitter like sapphires. "Long as I get paid."

"And what would your payment be?"

She leans up, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips before sprawling out on the grass again, hand on your cheek. It's warm and comforting, and your face presses gently into her palm.

"A few dozen kisses, perhaps."

With a grin, you kiss her once, twice, three times on the lips, before holding her face and peppering them over her cheeks and forehead and nose, drawing soft laughs out of her. When you stop, she's still laughing, and the sound makes you feel fulfilled, proud.

"Do you hear the birds, (name)?" she asks. Her eyes are fixed on the sky and trees above, flickering between branches. "They sing for you."

You settle down on your back beside her, taking her hand in yours and playing with her fingers. She doesn't stop you, relaxing her hand and humming softly.

"I do."

Your eyes shut for a moment, listening to the sweet warbling songs and trying to figure out their tune, their purpose. Perhaps they sing for love or friendship, nostalgia or happiness. The melodies resonate in your bones, echoing and drawing you in until all you can hear is the birds and the soft breathing of your girlfriend.

And pounding hooves.

All of a sudden, the sound becomes deafening, thundering through the ground beneath you. You and Zoya both sit, shocked and a little disorientated, looking for the source. For a moment, you're worried that something is wrong - there's no reason for so many horses sounding - but you relax a little when you see the source.

A little ways away in the courtyard of the Little Palace, a dozen riders in red, blue, and purple keftas appear, dismounting swiftly. Two break off and hurry inside, likely to report to the Darkling, while the rest stay behind to untack the horses.

It's when you see his face, so distant, that it feels like things go wrong.

Whenever you see him, it's like your mind spirals, dragging you down a whirlpool and holding your head beneath the fluid memories that still haunt you. The shouting, the cruel words, the manipulation. You hadn't been able to see it back then, but it's all you see now whenever he appears.

"Deva's back," Zoya all but snarls. "That's unfortunate. I'd been hoping a Fjerdan would've killed him."

With a comment like that, you usually would've laughed, but it's as if you're stuck in time now, replaying everything the man - the boy - you once thought you'd loved has ever said to you.

Zoya's hand closes around yours, squeezing gently so as to remind you that she's there.

It had been her that had gotten you out of the relationship and brought you to reason. After years of friendship, she could read you as easily as a book and knew immediately that things weren't right. The little walks you'd take were being skipped. You weren't consistently going to dinner. You were beginning to look like a shell of yourself, much like how a Grisha suppressing their powers does. Sickly. Sad. Withdrawn.

She reached her peak when you told her you couldn't be friends anymore. As if reading your mind, she had known that it wasn't your wish. Saints, it was the complete opposite, but it was what Deva had told - no, ordered - you to do. He had given you ultimatums more times than you could count, making you choose between him and other things, becoming angry when you tried to refuse. Part of you complied out of the love you thought you had for him. Part of you did it out of fear. A Heartrender was not a good kind of Grisha to enrage, and you were terrified.

You'll never forget the way she had told you, so tenderly, to stay in her room and wait while she went to go speak with Deva. Further, you'll never forget her saying, He'll never bother you again, an hour later, and the fact that she was right. That day onwards, he never spoke to you. He barely even threw a glance your way if Zoya was with you.

A Heartrender may be scary, but Zoya Nazyalensky could be worse, and she wasn't hesitant about it. In fact, most of the time, she's standoffish and rude to everyone but you.

You're my soft spot, she had once told you, and you still believe her now. Her hand holds yours so gently while her eyes blaze with firey anger as she glares across the grass and courtyard at the boy who had hurt you so. Her jaw is set, and you're sure you can hear her teeth grind against each other, but when she glances at you, her expression softens into a reassuring smile.

"You okay?" she asks, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

You nod, but you're not entirely sure. It happens every time you see him, the memories, and although they're easier to cope with, they're still hard to relive.

The Saints had granted you a few months of reprieve. Deva, along with eleven other Grisha, had been sent on a mission by the Darkling in Fjerda, disposing of drüskelle and other Fjerdan soldiers on the border while finding out as much information about their battle plans as they could. Methods apparently had never been disclosed, and you dread to think of what those men and women possibly did. The blood that stains their hands.

Being a Healer, you're never really sent anywhere other than to heal people, so you can confidently say your hands are fairly clean. Zoya, well, she's killed, but she's never tortured. Not like this group. Not like Deva. These are the Darkling's lackeys, the worst of the worst. You're eternally glad that Zoya broke off her support for it all when it started intensifying past finding out information.

You feel Deva looking at him now, thinking of the things he might have done and the people he has killed. Yes, Ravka and Fjerda are at war with each other, but you couldn't ever justify mutilating somebody for a cause.

"Hey." Zoya's voice grabs your attention. "Look at me."

After a moment, you tear your gaze from the riders and back to her, taking a deep breath as she grasps your other hand slightly.

"Listen to the birds," she says. "Listen to them sing, and look at me. Forget everything else."

And you do. You fall into the comfort of those beautiful, startlingly blue eyes. She sways gently as the birds twitter away, humming her own little song, and smiling at you with so much love that it confuses you. How could anyone ever love you so much? What have you done to deserve it?

Love is not a thing that needs to be deserved, she would tell you if you asked. It is not earned, it is given. It is handed over with trust and adoration and only wishes for love in return.

Her lips brush your forehead, kissing it softly as she says, "You're okay. I'm right here."

Right here, you repeat.

"I always will be."

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