#And Charles chose to reassure her like this

[leclerc-hs]

a smut where you and Charles aren’t together but he likes you and found out you fucked another driver?

pairing: charles leclerc x fem!reader summary: in which you and your best friend have always been oddly close OR charles fucks you hard on your couch warnings: 18+, smut under the cut!!!, angst??, bad french translation, not proofread!!!! word count: ~3.4k author's note: hi not sure if this is exactly what you wanted but this is what i came up with :) xoxo

“Votre relation n’est pas normale.” Your relationship is not normal. Camille murmured softly as she reached over your shoulder, her fingers grazing the wooden bar as she retrieved her drink.

Confusion etched itself across your face, a tapestry of furrowed brows and wide, searching eyes. “On es tamis depuis tojours.” We’ve been friends since forever. You shrug your shoulders with a small smile. “It’s normal.”

“He’s all over you. Constantly.” You watch her eyes wander over to Charles, seated at the table invested in conversation with the rest of your friends. “Even when he’s not with you, he’s checking on you every second he can.”

Your stomach flutters with a cascade of butterflies at the very mention. Yet, it didn’t matter. You were friends. You let out a soft laugh, brushing off her words as you take a leisurely sip of your drink. 

“It means nothing, Cami.” You state. “Besides, I may or may not have hooked up with Lando last week.”

Camille’s fingers deliver a gentle but affection smack of your shoulder, her eyes sparkling in mischief as she gasps in amusement, the sound of her laughter ringing with a warm, melodic tone.

“Mauvaise fille!” Bad girl!

“We were drunk.”

“Was it any good at least?”

A faint, approving smile tugs at the corners of your lips, a silent acknowledgment of the pleasure you’ve taken. Camille responds with another tender, playful tap to your shoulder. 

“We agreed it was a one time thing only though.” You catch the bartender’s eye behind Camille and give a subtle, practiced nod, signaling for a much-needed refill.

“Qu’est-ce qu’une chose unique?” What’s a one-time thing?

His velvety voice glides through the air from behind you, weaving an almost tangible warmth that sends a cascade of shivers across your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps to rise and dance over your arms.

Startled by his unexpected presence, you snap around to face him, your eyes widening in alarm. For a moment, the rush of surprise leaves you breathless, but gradually, your nerves settle as you regain your composure.

“Rien.” Nothing. You glance over at the bartender, who has already forgotten about your request for a refill. Charles, noticing your empty glass and the delay, quickly catches the bartender’s eye with a decisive wave. Within moment, he efficiently arranges your drink to be refilled, ensuring its back in your hand in less than a minute.

“All better now, ma lapin?” My bunny. You turn your head to look at him, and a radiant smile spreads across your lips, lighting up your expression with warmth and affection.

Across from you, Camille stifles a snort, her amusement barely contained. The sound prompts you to narrow your eyes at her, a mix of curiosity and mild irritation flickering in your gaze.

Charles casually mentions that he’s heading back to the table, but before he goes, he rests his hand lightly on the small of your back, his touch warm and reassuring. He leans in, his breath tickling your ear as he murmurs softly, “Take it easy tonight, yeah?”

The intimate proximity and his gentle tone sends a soothing shiver down your spine. You nod in acknowledgment, and with a final, lingering look that seems to convey both care and encouragement, he turns and makes his way back to the table.

“He’s so gone for you.”

-

The sun blazes high and fierce, casting a relentless glare over the padel court. The air is thick and stifling, a heavy blanket of heat that wraps around Charles as he steps off the court for a water break.

Charles can feel the sweat beginning to bead on his brow, trickling down his face in steady streams as he grabs a towel to wipe his face.

The players around him, equally drenched and exhausted.

Carlos twists the cap of his water bottle with a soft, satisfying pop, the cool hiss of escaping air mingling with the ambient noise around. As he takes a refreshing swig, he looks over at Charles with a casual yet intrigued expression. His eyes, bright with curiosity, as he casually asks, “What are you doing tonight?”

Charles tosses his sweat-soaked towel onto the bench with a practiced flick, the fabric landing in a damp heap. He then runs his hands down his drenched shirt, attempting to absorb some of the perspiration clinging to his skin. The fabric clings to him, darkened and heavy with sweat, as he wipes his face, the effort evident in every move.

Charles glances at his phone, his eyes catching the sight of two unread messages from you displayed on the lock screen. His gaze flickers to Carlos, who has also noticed the notification, his eyes shifting towards Charles with a curious glint. The brief exchange of glances between them hints at the shared interest in the content of the messages, adding a subtle layer of intrigue to the moment.

“Are you seeing her later?”

“I mean, most likely,” Charles replies with a nonchalant shrug, his attempt to maintain a casual demeanor barely hiding the faint blush creeping up his cheeks. “She’s my best friend.”

“Just a best friend?” Lando then interjects, a gleam of curiosity sparkling in his eyes as he studies Charles.

Charles nods, taking a deep, refreshing gulp from his own water bottle.

“Oh, thank god,” Lando exhales loudly, a wave of relief evident in his voice. “I thought you two might be more than that. I was seriously worried you’d kill me if you found out we hooked up. I mean it was just casual, nothing serious.” 

Charles seemed to freeze in place as soon as the words ‘hooked up’ left Lando’s lips. His demeanor shifted; the casual shrug was replaced by a look of stunned disbelief, his eyes widening slightly. The color in his cheeks deepened, and for a moment, it was as if he had temporarily stopped functioning.

“You did what?” Charles’s voice dropped almost an entire octave, harsh and edged with disbelief. The sudden shift in tone sliced through the air, underscoring the depth of shock and frustration he was feeling inside.

Lando raises his hands in a defensive gesture, his expression a blend of alarm and pleading. His wide eyes and slightly raised eyebrows convey a silent, desperate plea: ‘please don’t kill me’.

Charles could feel the frustration boiling in his chest, an unsettling mix of anger and disbelief churning within him. His mind seemed to short-circuit at the realization that you had slept with Lando; the very thought inconceivable to him. The notion that you, someone so significant to him, had been with someone else—especially Lando—was a stark violation of the sense of ownership and connection he felt. You’re his.

Charles stepped back onto the padel court with a palpable edge, his frustration visibily simmering. As he gripped his racket, each swing was infused with a fierce, almost volatile energy. His movements were sharp and aggressive, the ball smacking hard against the racket with a stinging crack. 

He darted across the court with a tension that made every step seemed charged, his eyes narrowing in concentration and irritation at Lando on the other side of the court. The usual fluidity of his play was replaced by a rigid, almost angry precision, as if he were venting his frustration through every powerful stroke. Each volley and smash seemed to resonate with his internal conflict, the intensity of the game mirroring the brewing annoyance inside of him.

No matter how hard he hit the ball, or how hard he worked his body in the game, the burning sensation in his chest never faded.

-

You were in the midst of pulling dinner out of the oven—roasted chicken with sliced baby potatoes—when you heard the front door of your apartment creak open, its familiar sound echoing through the quiet kitchen. The gentle groan of the hinges punctuated the otherwise peaceful atmosphere, hinting at someone entering. Your ears perked up at the sound, but you weren’t alarmed. A quick glance towards the door confirmed your suspicion: Charles was the only other person with a key to your apartment. 

The rich aromas of rosemary and garlic filled the apartment, their savory scents weaving through the air. Charles inhaled deeply, unable to suppress a soft, appreciative groan at the smell. 

You carefully set the dish atop the oven, the comforting warmth of the meal still radiating from it. With a swift nudge of your hip, you close the oven door, the familiar click of the latch echoing softly. Your attire is simple and cozy—a very large sweatshirt that swallows you in its oversized embrace. Charles can’t help but smile at you, the burning in his chest fading just slightly.

Charles casually drops his phone, wallet, and keys onto the edge of the countertop nearest the kitchen archway. A tired but genuine smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he approaches you. He pulls you into a warm embrace, his chest offering comforting solidity. He’s dressed in a grey pair of sweatpants and a navy t-shirt, his hair still slightly damp from a recent shower. The contrast between his casual, relaxed appearance made your insides feel like goo. 

You can’t help but notice a subtle shift in Charles, his demeanor more reserved than usual. Despite his warm smile and appreciative comments about dinner, and the occasional small talk, there’s an unmistakable quietness about him. His words come more infrequently, and when he does speak his responses are rather brief, lacking the usual depth and enthusiasm. The contrast between his silent moments and typically engaging nature leaves you lingering with a sense of concern as you bury your body under a heap of blankets on the plush couch.

Charles settles beside you on the couch, his feet propped up comfortably on the coffee table. The soft glow of the TV, which is playing a random movie neither of you are really paying attention to, casts a gentle light across the room. The flickering screen illuminates his features in a warm, calming way.

“Il y a quelque chose qui ne va pas?” Is something wrong?

His head immediately turns to you, an unmistakable glint in his eyes. “Hm?” He plays it off, not really sure if he’s ready to have this conversation just yet.

“What’s wrong?” You say again, turning your body to face him now. “You’ve been so quiet tonight.”

He gazes at you for a few moments, his eyes distant and contemplative, as if he’s lost in a deep, lingering thought. The silence between you two stretches, its weight almost palpable, and you can’t help but feel a growing sense of unease.

“You can tell-“ You don’t even get to finish your sentence.

In the blink of an eye, his hands move to the back of your head with sudden, determined force. He pulls you towards him, and before you can fully grasp what’s happening, his lips crash against yours in a fierce, unexpected kiss.

You react almost instinctively, your fingers reaching out and gripping his shoulders not to push him away, but to draw him closer. The urgency and depth of his kiss awakens a surge of emotion, and you pull him towards you, deepening the connection between you. Your hips immediately begin rolling into him, almost an involuntary move.

It takes an even shorter amount of time for his tongue to slip into your mouth, his hands trailing to the back of your knee, grasping it and slipping it over his lap, until you’re fully seated on his lap.

He doesn’t break the kiss. No, for a few minutes it’s just all tongue and teeth clashing. Not even gentle. If he could swallow you whole, he would.

It’s not until you pull back, your lips tingling and swollen, and your breath coming in short, ragged gasps, that you finally meet his gaze. His once vibrant green eyes are now completely darkened, their usual brilliance replaced by an intense, smoldering depth that reflects the fervor of the moment.

He’s insanely hard as you rut against him, your hips involuntarily slowly rolling against him like you have no control of your body.

“That’s it, fuck,” He groans, guiding your hips to grind against him harder. A measly pair of sleep shorts and sweatpants layered between you both. “Such a good girl, yeah?”

Soft whimpers escape your lips, your breath hot on his ear as drop your head forward into the crevice of his neck.

You’re uncertain about what this means for the two of you, but you know you can’t stop. The room is thick with tension, the air charged with unspoken words and electric anticipation. The burning sensation in your stomach intensifies, a fiery knot of emotions. Meanwhile, Charles feels as if his heart might burst from his chest, its rapid beats echoing in the depth of his feelings and raw intensity of the moment.

Your cheeks are scarlet red, and it isn’t until your orgasm approaches that your hips are moving at a feverish pace. No longer able to even fully kiss him as your mouth widens and soft high- pitched moans escape against his own mouth. And he swallows every moan you give him. 

He gives you no time to recover before his large fingers are sprawled across your neck, shoving you down to the couch onto your back and slipping your sleep shorts off. The cool air of your apartment is a stark contrast to your soaked core.

“Please,” You beg, Charles fingers still pressed into the soft skin of your neck, no doubt leaving little marks. 

For a moment, Charles takes in the sight before him. His cock twitches against the band of his sweatpants, he’s so hard that it’s almost painful. 

“What do you need?”

“Charlie please, I really need you to fuck me.” You plead again, breaking Charles out of whatever trance he was in. 

It’s hurried. He reaches behind his head with one hand, grasping a fist full of fabric of his navy t-shirt before pulling it over his head in one fluid motion. A rush of not so smooth moments as he shoves his sweatpants and boxers down. They aren’t even completely off, resting just below his knees because he’s in too much of a hurry to finally be inside of you.

He leans his full weight into you, slipping his cock into you slowly. The burning sensation feels too good that you can’t help but bite your lips to refrain from moaning too loudly.

It’s not until he’s fully bottomed out inside of you that he tilts his head forward with a brutal moan, the chords in his neck prominent as your walls clench tightly around him.

“Fuck,” He mutters, not moving his hips yet. “You’re a tight little thing, aren’t you?”

You were shaking at this point. At how much he filled you. His cock was pressed up deliciously against your walls. He could feel your walls trembling against him, and he hadn’t even moved yet.

He rests with both arms at the sides of your head now, one more rested on his elbow while the other was locked straight as he begins rolling his hips into her, not even full strokes yet as he lets your body adjust to him.

Your eyes sparkle up at him with a smile tugged on your lips, and he swears his heart might beat out of his chest.

It’s not until his hand slips under the back of your knee again, guiding it up until its pressed to your chest that he picks up the pace of his hips. His fingers grip your leg tightly, his full body weight leaning into the pressure of his grip on your leg.

You couldn’t handle the way he was staring at you. A smirk toyed on his lips. 

For a flash of a moment, the image of you and Lando flickers into his mind. Driving him crazy.

He was ruthless. Fucking you deep and hard into the cushions of the couch. Your fingers gripped his arms, digging your nails into the skin of his biceps.

Your pussy flutters around his cock. “Do that again,” He groans. So you do. “Fuck, just like that.”

You’re not sure how it was possible, but he begins to pump his length into you at a deeper and more intense angle.

His breaths were jagged in heavy in your ear as he drops down, his chest now pressed to yours. “Open up, baby.” His voice is hushed, deep breaths in between each word like he’s struggling.

You don’t even need to ask, opening your mouth he lets the spit of his mouth fall into yours in a stringy mess. “Oh, God.” You groan at the sensation of his spit in your mouth.

It only takes a few more minutes before you’re shoving your head deep into the cushions, your head lolled back in pure pleasure as your orgasm crashes into you, throbbing and shaking around his cock. You cried out shamelessly, unable to stop your body from shaking.

“Fill me up, please” You beg. “Need you inside of me.”

Charles can feel his resolve slipping. “Yeah?”

You nod feverishly as Charles slows the pace of his hips, still hitting in harsh and calculated strokes. He came with a loud groan, his face pressed into the crevice of your neck as he loses all senses of strength and collapses on top of you.

For a few moments, you just lay there with him on top of you, paying attention to the heavy even breaths you both share. Eventually, you both move in silence. Charles making sure to clean you up with the care and concern he always has for you. Your heart lurches in your chest as he removes the wet cloth from you, all cleaned up now.

“Are you okay?” You ask with slight concern. “That was-“

He cuts you off. “Did you really fuck Lando?”

His words have you caught completely off guard, your cheeks reddening almost instantly. “Where did you hear that?” You feel the panic form in your throat.

“Where did I hear that?” He repeats, his tone sharp. “That’s all you have to say?”

“No,” you say, your fingers gently playing with the delicate baby hairs at the nape of Charles’s neck. “I mean, yes.” You take a deep breath and come clean. “Does it matter?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Why?” He scoffs slightly, his hands finding a comfortable grip on the flesh of your hips, the hem of your sweatshirt bunched around them.

“God, you really don’t know do you?” He adds, his head falling back against the couch cushions. A deep breath escaping his chest as he shuts his eyes momentarily, his frustration and weariness palpable.

“Know what?” You ask, feeling your heartbeat quicken. A swarm of nerves knots in your stomach as his fingers grip and release your hips in a rhythmic, anxious pattern. 

“That I love you.” He lifts his head, locking his gaze with yours, his eyes intense and sincere as he enunciates each word with a deliberate clarity. “That I’m in love with you.” The weight of the confession hangs in the air, his voice steady but filled with emotion.

“Charlie,” You whisper, feeling an overwhelming rush of emotion. You lean forward, your body naturally collapsing into his chest as his arms slide up your back, enveloping you in a sweet embrace. His hold tightens, drawing you closer, and you nestle against him, the warmth and solidity of his presence providing a comforting anchor. 

“You’re mine,” He says, as if he’s talking to himself. Reminding himself. “You’ve always been mine.”

“My Charlie,” You smile softly. “I love you too.”

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Paddock Pass (Taylor's version) | CL16

⸺ there are many perks to being Charles Leclerc's girlfriend. You get free paddock passes, you're able to watch him chase his dreams while you work on yours from the garage, and of course, you get Charles. What you didn't know is that he would add a new thing to this list: your favorite singer in the garage (based on this request). ✓ mentions of food; friends to lovers; not proofread; fem!reader (she/her). 0.8k words

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Life has a funny way of making things happen. You knew it from an early age, and it was kind of funny looking back at it now, as Charles' girlfriend.

As a shy kid from Monaco, your childhood wasn't exactly the most social one - you were shy, wore glasses, and liked to keep things to yourself. That's how you ended up discovering Taylor's music and became friends with Charles at the early age of 7.

During the summer holidays, with not many friends to enjoy the time except for one girl from school who happened to be traveling, you ended up going with your mom to the hairdresser. The owner saw how uncomfortable you were with all the noise and people and showed you to the waiting area, a room with a big TV and a few toys. You were the only one there, and the echo of the TV caught your attention. It was playing a song you had never heard before, a blonde singer wearing glasses and pajamas sang with all her strength. You were entranced by the image, so much so that the door opening didn't catch your attention until someone poked at your shoulder. "Hi, I'm Charles," and just like Taylor was singing, he belonged with you.

Eighteen years later, you were in the Ferrari garage working on your computer while Charles got ready for quali. Since it was the Vegas GP, and you didn't like the rush and lights that much, you chose to stay in the deepest area of the home motor curled on a blanket waiting until it was time for the race to begin.

"Cherie, Kika is looking for you at the Alpine garage," Charles knocked on the door, and peeked his head inside, smiling fondly at you.

You adjusted your glasses, "Tell her to come here."

"She's having lunch there, told me she got your favorite snacks for dessert," he explained, and you bit your lips. "There are not as many people out there since it's qualy," Charles tried to reassure you and you nodded, grabbing your cardigan and lacing your fingers with his.

"I told her to wait for you. Hopefully, she did," he had this funny smile on his face, and if you weren't so tired from the flight the other day, you would nag him about it.

You walked hand in hand to the Alpine garage, Charles stopping here and there to take a few pictures, but nothing as crazy as Sundays usually are.

When you finally reached the pink and blue facility, things seemed different. You didn't know how to pinpoint what exactly it was, but you felt like the usual rush was slightly blessed, and from previous experience, you bet someone important was inside.

"I've been waiting forever to do this for you, I couldn't have done it sooner because of the whole world tour thing and you know how hectic it was for her, right?"

You furrowed your eyebrows, feeling your glass frames move in your face, "What are you talking about, Char?"

He shook his head, kissed your forehead, and entered the garage. The first thing you saw was a mass of a man, huge. Then you heard his laugh, and it sounded familiar. The second he turned around with a big smile on his face, you felt your knees weakened, not because of him but because of someone likely there along with him.

"THE Travis Kelce?" You whispered to Charles still holding his hand, and he beamed.

"Hey, Yn! Nice to meet you! Your boyfriend was just talking about you minutes ago," he took a few steps in your direction, offering you a handshake, and you took it.

"He said you were the biggest fan," you heard her voice before seeing her, and when she stepped around Travis, you almost fainted.

"Oh, sweet Jesus-," you screeched, and everyone laughed.

"Taylor! Oh my God! I've been listening to you since I was a kid," you whispered, trying to hold back the tears and the laughter of happiness bubbling inside.

"Careful now, or you'll make me feel old," she joked and opened her arms, motioning for you to get inside the hug. You glanced at Charles, silently thanking him, and crashed into your idol's arms. Her hug was warm and tight, and you felt like you could stay there for hours. Her hands caressed your back up and down feeling how emotional you got and trying to comfort you.

When you took a step back, you saw how her gaze softened, looking at the T pendant Charles got you when you were still little kids. She pointed to a nearby bench, "Everyone's trying to explain how this works, but I still don't get it. Can you enlighten me on the F1 world as someone who's been in it since childhood?" Your brows furrowed in a second, but you smiled brightly at her. She seemed to get your confusion, explaining, "Charles was updating us on how you were the biggest Swiftie since you were a kid."

"Yeah, I met him when I first listened to your song too," you observed, sitting down, and turning to her.

"What? Now you gotta tell me this! This paddock pass was so worth it. F1 rules can wait, I'm a sucker for a love story."

"That I know," you giggled looking from her to Travis who seemed to be in a deep conversation with Charles.

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Y/N has always played it safe—balancing her job as a pediatric nurse, and her careful lifestyle. But one night out with her friend, Jordan, changes everything. When she meets Matt and Chris—two dangerous, enigmatic brothers—she’s drawn into a world she doesn’t belong in. But the more she resists, the harder they pulls her in.

p.2 pt. 3

chapter 1

Boston in the early summer has a certain charm—sunlight reflecting off the Charles River, the distant hum of traffic blending with the laughter of people enjoying the warmth after months of bitter cold. It’s home, familiar and comforting.

At twenty-two, I’ve checked off one of the biggest milestones of my life—graduating nursing school. Now, I’m officially a pediatric nurse at one of the best children’s hospitals in the country, something I’ve worked tirelessly for. My days are filled with tiny hands gripping mine, sleepy smiles, and moments of both heartbreak and hope. It’s exhausting, but I love it. Every shift reminds me why I chose this path—to help, to heal, to be there for the little ones who need it most.

When I’m not at the hospital, I spend my time buried in books, or going out shopping with friends, But if I’m not reading, chances are, I’m with the family I’ve worked for since I was eighteen.

The Moore family hired me as their nanny fresh out of high school, and somehow, four years later, I never left. Their two kids—Owen, now five, and Ella, two—have become like little siblings to me. I’ve been there for scraped knees, school projects, and bedtime stories, and even with my busy schedule, I can’t bring myself to give it up entirely. Their parents understand; they know I care too much to walk away completely.

My life is a carefully balanced routine—nursing shifts, nannying, the occasional days with friends, and nights spent curled up watching my favorite show or reading my favorite book. And yet, despite how full my days are, there’s a small part of me that wonders if I’m missing something.

Thursday night was another long one. I worked the second shift from 7 PM to midnight in the respiratory section of the children's hospital, a place where the air always seemed just a little heavier. The unit was full—kids battling asthma flare-ups, pneumonia, and RSV, their small chests rising and falling with labored breaths.

My first patient of the night was a five-year-old girl named Lily, who had been admitted earlier that day with severe asthma. Her mother hovered anxiously by her bedside, asking a million questions as I checked Lily’s oxygen levels and adjusted her nebulizer. I did my best to reassure her, keeping my tone calm and steady. It wasn’t lost on me how terrifying it must be to watch your child struggle to breathe.

After Lily, I moved on to a toddler with RSV, his tiny frame looking even smaller beneath the tangle of tubes and wires. His parents had stepped out for a quick break, so I sat with him for a few minutes, rubbing small circles on his back as he dozed in and out of restless sleep. Moments like these made the exhaustion worth it—being able to offer even the smallest bit of comfort.

The night continued in a blur of vitals checks, medication rounds, and hushed conversations with worried parents. Around 10:30 PM, I grabbed a quick snack from my bag, savoring the brief moment of stillness before heading back into the harsh reality.

By the time midnight rolled around, my feet ached, and my body begged for sleep. But as I clocked out and stepped into the cool Boston air, I felt something else too—gratitude. For the kids who fought so hard, for the parents who loved so fiercely, and for the privilege of being there to help, even in the smallest of ways.

It was now Friday morning, and I can already feel the excitement bubbling up inside me. The week has felt so long, but today is all about taking a break with my friend, Jordan.

I get up, stretch, and head to my closet, trying to figure out what to wear. After a moment of hesitation, I grab my white cardigan. Underneath, I slip on a black cropped tank top that I know goes with pretty much anything. Then, I pick out my favorite khaki mini skirt. I pair everything with my white converse.

I grab my phone, scroll through a few messages, and decide to head out early. The morning air feels nice, so I make my way to the front steps of my apartment and sit down, legs crossed. It’s quiet outside, the kind of peaceful stillness you only get in the morning. I take a deep breath, enjoying the calm.

I’m just scrolling through my phone when I hear the sound of an engine approaching. Looking up, I see Jordan’s bright blue Jeep Wrangler coming down the street, turning the corner as it makes its way straight to me.

I smile as she parks, rolling down the window. "Ready for our girl's day?" she calls out, her grin already spreading across her face.

"Always," I reply, jumping to my feet, grabbing my bag, and heading over to the Jeep.

I hop into the passenger seat of Jordan's Jeep. She pulls away from the curb and grins at me, her hands gripping the wheel.

"So, what’s the plan for today?" I ask, turning to face her.

"First stop for breakfast. Then, I need to make a quick pit stop, then go shopping" she says with a mischievous smile.

I raise an eyebrow. "A pit stop? What are we talking about?"

Jordan just shrugs, her grin widening. "You'll see. But first, we need food. I’m starving."

I laugh, the anticipation building as we head to our favorite café in town. It’s a little spot that serves the best avocado toast and strong coffee, perfect for getting our day started. We pull into the parking lot, and I can already smell the rich aroma of fresh coffee drifting out as we walk in.

The café is quiet, the morning rush already over. We grab a table by the window, and Jordan places our usual order—avocado toast with eggs and two iced lattes. I don’t mind—she always knows exactly what I’ll want. As we wait for our food, we chat about the week, and was in the middle of telling her about my patience last night when I noticed a couple of people at a nearby table glancing over at us.

Jordan notices too and raises an eyebrow. "What’s going on? You seem a little tense today."

I shrug, "I don’t know. Just feels like people stare at us sometimes."

She smirks. "Y/N, we clash pretty hardcore. I mean, look at us."

I roll my eyes, though I know she’s right. I can’t deny it—there’s something about the way I carry myself that screams "basic good girl." and she’s the blueprint definition of grunge.

Jordan nudges me, snapping me out of my thoughts. "Relax. They’re just looking. Let them." We both laugh just as our food arrives. 

"Alright," Jordan says as she sips her coffee, "after we eat, I’ve got to make that stop."

After breakfast, we slide back into the Jeep, the warm feeling of a good meal still lingering. 

"Get comfortable," she tells me, glancing over with a half-smile. "It’s gonna be a little bit of a drive."

I nod, still curious about the “pit stop” she mentioned earlier. The roads blur by as we drive through neighborhoods I don’t recognize, the buildings getting more worn down as we leave the busier parts of town. Finally, she pulls up in front of a rundown house on the edge of a quiet street. The place looks like it’s seen better days—paint peeling off the siding, the yard overgrown with weeds. 

Jordan parks the Jeep and sends a quick text, her fingers flying across her phone. I glance at her, feeling a strange unease settle in my chest.

"Who are we meeting here?" I ask, trying to keep my voice steady.

Jordan looks at me for a second, the serious look returning to her eyes. "Just stay calm. It’s no big deal, I swear."

We wait in silence for a moment before the door to the house creaks open. Two guys, who look nearly identical, step out onto the porch. They’re dressed in baggy sweatpants and wife beaters, they glance to their left and right before walking over.

Jordan rolls down her window as one of them heads straight for her side of the Jeep. The other boy makes his way to my window, giving me a once-over before leaning against the door.

"Hey" Jordan says coolly, and I watch as they exchange a few words. I can’t make out everything they’re saying, but I know it’s about weed. I always knew Jordan smoked but she had never brought me to pick up her supply.

The guy by my window with dark hair and a cocky grin—glances at me, sizing me up. "Who’s this pretty little thing?" he asks, his voice smooth and a little playful.

Before I can respond, Jordan cuts in sharply, her voice low but firm. "No, Matthew. She’s off-limits. She doesn’t belong in your world."

I blink, a little taken aback by the way Jordan says it. The guy, Matthew, chuckles darkly, clearly not bothered by her words.

"Relax, Jordan. It’s just a question," he says, leaning closer to my window. 

Jordan gives him a hard look. "No, Matthew. Hands off. She’s not for you."

The other boy who’s been standing by Jordan’s side, smirks. "C’mon, Jord, let us meet the girl," he says, his voice more playful than Matt’s. "What’s the harm?"

Jordan shakes her head firmly. "No, Chris," she says, her tone leaving no room for argument.

I watch the two boys exchange looks, their attention flicking between Jordan and me. I start to put their names to their faces: Matt with the easy grin, and Chris, who seems like he’s having too much fun with this.

Matt suddenly turns his attention back to Jordan. "You hear about that party tonight?"

Jordan sighs, her expression softening. "I’ll be there," she says.

Before I can ask her anything, the deal wraps up, and Matt gives Jordan a nod, Chris handing her something small. The air seems to shift as everything falls back into place.

"Let’s go," Jordan mutters, her foot hitting the gas as the Jeep speeds off.

As we drive away, my mind is buzzing with questions. I glance at Jordan, who’s still focused on the road, I can’t keep quiet anymore.

"Who were those guys?" I ask, trying to keep my voice casual, though I’m definitely curious. "Matt and Chris."

Jordan lets out a small sigh, and I can tell she’s debating whether or not to tell me more. Finally, she speaks up.

"They’re triplets," she says, her tone a little more serious now. "They have another brother who lives out in LA. The three of them—Matt, Chris, and Nick—are big-time dealers. The kind of guys you don’t mess with unless you really know what you're doing."

My eyes widened a bit, the weight of her words sinking in. I always knew Jordan was in the know, but hearing this side of her world feels a little... overwhelming. "Wait, so they’re like legit drug dealers? And you hang out with them?"

Jordan glances over at me. "Yeah, but don’t get the wrong idea. I know them from way back. They’ve always been around, but we keep it casual. I don’t get too deep into their business. I keep my distance."

I nod slowly, "And their brother in LA, is he in the same line of work?"

"Yeah," Jordan confirms with a slight shrug. "That’s just the way they roll. You’ll get used to it."

I don’t know if “used to it” is something I want to get, but I keep my thoughts to myself. My mind drifts to what happened earlier. The way Matt kept eyeing me.

"So, what about tonight?" I ask, my curiosity getting the best of me. "The party Matt mentioned. Are we going?"

Jordan’s hands tighten on the wheel, and I catch a flicker of hesitation in her eyes. "You’ve never asked to go to a party before," she says, almost as if speaking to herself. "It’s always just been my thing. You’ve never really been interested in it."

I raise an eyebrow. "Well, there’s a first time for everything I guess."

My heart beats a little faster at the thought of stepping into that world, but then I catch a spark of excitement in Jordan’s voice. She’s got that fire in her eyes.

"Okay," I say, biting my lip nervously but also feeling the pull of curiosity. "Let’s go get me a new outfit."

Jordan flashes me a grin, her excitement matching mine. "Perf. Let’s go shopping."

A few minutes later, we pull up to a little boutique in the city. It’s not too far from where we were, but it feels worlds away from the rundown house we just left. I follow Jordan inside, the bells above the door jingling as we walk in. The place is packed with clothes—bright colors, edgy designs.

"Alright, pick something that’s revealing and sexy. You’ll wanna fit in.’" Jordan says with a wink. "You need something bold. You can’t show up in the same vibe as that avocado toast and cardigan look."

I laugh at the little stray she threw my way "Okay, okay. Let’s see what you’ve got in mind."

We spend the next hour in the boutique, Jordan practically dragging me from one rack to another, pushing me to try on things I never would have considered before. She pulls out a black corset top that looks a little daring, with intricate lace detailing and a structure that feels way more bold than anything I’d normally wear.

"You’re going for something sexy tonight," Jordan insists, tossing it at me. "Trust me, this will make an impression."

I hold it up to myself in front of the mirror, considering it. "Are you sure this is my style?" I ask, a bit unsure. The corset is tight, the cleavage daring, and the fabric feels both delicate and bold all at once.

"It’s not," she urges, giving me a knowing look. "That’s the point."

I give in and head to the changing room. When I slip into the corset, I’m surprised by how good it actually feels on—tight in all the right places, highlighting my waist in a way I didn’t expect. I step back into the main area, and Jordan’s eyes widen.

"Okay, okay, you look amazing," she says, nodding approvingly. "Now, let's get you some jeans to go with it."

I follow her to the denim section, and after a few minutes, I grab a pair of light-wash, wide-leg jeans. They’re flowy, a little more relaxed than the jeans I usually wear, but they somehow seem like the perfect balance to the corset’s structured look. I hold them up next to the top, and Jordan gives an exaggerated thumbs-up.

"Yes! These are perfect" she says. "This is how you’ll fit in."

I grab them, along with a pair of mini black heels that match the edgy vibe we’re going for. They’re simple but have just enough height to make me feel confident, without being too much.

When I step out of the fitting room in the full outfit, Jordan looks me over, a grin spreading across her face. "Girl, you’re ready. You look hot."

I laugh nervously, standing in front of the mirror. "I don’t even know if I can pull this off... but I kind of love it."

Jordan raises an eyebrow. "You’ve got this. Trust me, I’ll be by your side the whole night."

"Alright," I say, taking a deep breath. "Let’s do this."

After we finish shopping, Jordan insists on stopping by a few other places. We grab lunch, then swing by a beauty store for some makeup essentials.

"Trust me," she says, tossing a tube of mascara into the basket. "We’re going all out tonight."

By the time we’re done, the day has flown by. We’re laughing and chatting about random things, and the excitement I felt earlier is turning into a nervous energy that I can’t quite shake. Every now and then, my mind drifts back to the conversation about Matt and Chris.

When we finally get back to Jordan’s place, she pulls into the driveway with that same determined look she’s had all day. “Alright, babe, it’s time.”

I stare at her, my heart doing a little flip. "Time for what?"

"Time to get ready," she says, hopping out of the Jeep before I can say anything else.

I grab my shopping bags and follow her inside, my pulse picking up pace. Jordan leads me to her room, which is filled with a mix of clothes and half-open drawers. She’s already pulling out a few items, and I can’t help but laugh nervously.

The next few hours feel like a whirlwind. Jordan’s apartment is a crazy mess as we rush to get ready. 

“Okay, sit down,” she orders, motioning to the chair in front of her vanity. I do as I’m told, watching her rummage through a drawer filled with makeup products. “Let’s make sure you look amazing tonight,” she says with a grin.

I glance at my reflection in the mirror, still not quite used to the corset top and the wide-leg jeans. The outfit is bold, daring, but I can’t help feeling like I’m playing dress-up in someone else’s clothes. Still, Jordan seems so confident in it, and I trust her.

She starts with my face, prepping my skin with some kind of serum and moisturizer she swears by. I close my eyes and let her work her magic, her hands light but sure as she applies the base, blending everything seamlessly. My skin already looks smoother, more even than it usually does.

“You’re gonna love the foundation I got for you,” she says, swiping a brush across my cheeks. “It’s got this glow to it—makes your skin look like it’s glowing from within.” She finishes with a dusting of powder, setting everything in place.

I watch as she moves to my eyes. “We’re going for sultry, babe. Just big huge lashes,” she says, applying a thick coat of mascara, making my lashes look long and voluminous.

“Open your eyes,” she says with a smirk as she steps back to admire her work. I glance in the mirror and can’t believe how much my eyes pop just from mascara. 

Jordan then turns her attention to my lips. She picks up a pink lip liner, carefully lining the edges before putting on a pink tinted lip gloss

I smile nervously. I’m not used to this kind of attention. My usual look is… nothing. I’ve never done lip gloss or anything like this before. But tonight, I feel like someone else. 

“Now for your hair,” Jordan says, pulling me from my thoughts. She grabs a curling iron, giving me a teasing grin as she begins to curl my hair in loose waves. The heat feels strange against my hair, but the result is incredible—full, bouncy curls that make my hair look effortlessly voluminous. She finishes with a little hairspray, just enough to hold everything in place without it looking stiff.

By the time she’s done, I’m sitting there, staring at my reflection in awe. The outfit, the makeup, the hair—it’s like I’m looking at a completely different version of myself. The girl in the mirror looks confident, daring, ready to take on whatever comes her way.

Jordan steps back, inspecting me one last time. “You look incredible, Y/N. Trust me, no one’s going to be able to take their eyes off you tonight.”

I swallow, my heart racing. “Are Matt and Chris going to be there?” I ask, almost hesitantly.

“Absolutely,” she says, giving me a wink. “and you're absolutely staying away from them.” She finished with a straight face. 

I giggle at her firmness. Jordan grabs her own outfit, pulling on a leather jacket and running a hand through her hair as she heads for the door. “Alright, You ready?”

I cheer a little, feeling the rush of nervous excitement flood over me. “Yes, yes, yes.”

Jordan’s Jeep rumbles down a dark road, the streetlights becoming fewer and farther between. The neighborhood looks eerily similar to the one we were in earlier today—rundown houses, cracked sidewalks, I shift in my seat, glancing at Jordan, but she looks completely unfazed, focused on the road ahead.

When we finally pull up in front of a house, my stomach twists. It’s a large, old place with chipping paint and music blasting from inside. There are people lingering on the front porch, passing around drinks and cigarettes, their laughter mixing with the heavy bass of whatever song is playing.

Jordan throws the Jeep in park and turns to me. “Alright, listen,” she says, her voice firm. “Stick with me, have fun, but stay away from Matt and Chris. Got it?”

I roll my eyes, unable to hide my curiosity. “Yeah, yeah, I got it.”

She gives me a knowing look before hopping out of the car. I follow, as we make our way up the front steps and through the open door.

Inside, the air is thick with smoke, the scent of weed and something else I can’t place. The place is packed, people spilling into every room, music vibrating through the floors. Jordan walks in like she owns the place, immediately getting daps and side-hugs from a few guys as we move through the crowd.

“Jordy!” A girl with long, dark braids grins and pulls Jordan into a hug. “I didn’t know if I’d see you tonight.”

Jordan smirks. “Had to make an appearance. Thought I’d bring my girl Y/N with me.” She pulls me forward slightly, and I suddenly feel all eyes on me.

The girl gives me a once-over and smirks. “Cute. You don't really look like you belong here, though.”

Jordan just chuckles. “Last I checked, you're not the one who makes the calls around here, thanks for your opinion though!”

I laugh nervously, as the girl looks me up and down again before scoffing and walking away. Jordan hands me a red solo cup filled with something that smells strong. “Drink up,” she says with a wink. “It’ll help you loosen up.”

I take a sip and wince at the burn, but I don’t complain. The warmth spreads through me almost instantly, and suddenly, the party doesn’t feel as overwhelming. Jordan keeps introducing me to people—some friendly, some giving me lingering looks that make me shift uncomfortably. But with each sip of my drink, I relax a little more.

An hour or so passes in a blur of music, dancing, and conversation. At some point, Jordan disappears into a crowd of people near the stairs, leaving me standing alone in the living room. My cup is empty, and the warmth in my chest is starting to fade, so I decided to get another.

Making my way to the kitchen, I squeeze past groups of people talking and laughing. The kitchen is slightly less crowded, but it’s still buzzing with energy. I grab a bottle of some kind of alcohol, about to pour myself another drink when a deep voice cuts through the noise.

“Didn’t take you for the kind of girl to be here.”

I freeze for a second before turning my head.

Matt.

He’s leaning against the counter, watching me with an amused smirk. His eyes flicker over my outfit, lingering just a little too long on the corset before meeting my gaze again. He’s effortlessly put together—black jeans, a fitted long-sleeve shirt, and that same dangerous charm radiating off him like a magnet.

I clear my throat, trying to keep my cool. “I didn’t take you for the kind of guy who lurks in kitchens.”

Matt chuckles, stepping closer. “I don’t. I was actually looking for a drink, but now I think I found something more interesting.”

I roll my eyes, but my stomach flips. “Smooth.”

He grins. “I try.” His body close enough that I can smell his cologne—something dark and expensive. “So, tell me, Y/N, what’s a girl like you doing in a place like this?”

I lift a brow. “You say that like I don’t belong here.”

“Because you don’t.” His voice is low, almost teasing. “You’re different.”

“Different how?” I ask, genuinely curious.

Matt’s eyes flicker to my lips before back up to my eyes. “Too sweet. Too… innocent.” His lips twitch like he finds it amusing. “It’s refreshing.”

I swallow, suddenly feeling like I need another drink. “Maybe.”

Matt chuckles again, shaking his head. “Oh, trust me, sweetheart, you are.” His voice drops slightly, the edge of danger in his tone making my pulse quicken. “That’s why Jordan warned me to stay away from you.”

I blink. “She did?”

“Oh yeah.” He smirks. “Made it very clear. Told me you're too good for me.” He leans in slightly, his voice just above a whisper. “And maybe she’s right.”

I should probably listen to Jordan. Every instinct in me says Matt is the kind of guy I should stay away from. But the way he’s looking at me, the way his presence pulls me in like gravity—I don’t move.

Before I can even think of a response to Matt, another voice interrupts.

“Finally,” the voice drawls. “We get to meet you without Jordan shutting it down.”

I turn my head to see Chris sauntering toward us, looking just as sharp as Matt but with a slightly more mischievous smirk. His eyes flick between me and his brother before settling on me.

“How about you come sit with us? Let us get to know you,” Chris suggests, motioning toward a worn-out couch in the corner of the room.

Before I can answer, Matt’s hand is already at my waist, guiding me toward the couch. My heart pounds as we move through the crowd, Chris leading the way, Matt’s presence heavy beside me.

As soon as we reach the couch, I start to sit down, but Matt subtly steers me to the middle, settling me between him and Chris. The warmth of their bodies on either side of me is immediate, a stark contrast to the slight chill in the air. Matt drapes his arm lazily over the back of the couch, fingertips just barely grazing my shoulder, while Chris stretches out comfortably, his knee nearly touching mine.

Chris grins. “Let’s play a little game. Twenty questions.”

Matt chuckles, his voice low. “You up for it, sweetheart?”

I glance between the two brothers, fully aware of how much trouble I might be walking into. But something about Matt’s quiet intensity and Chris’ playful attitude makes it impossible to pull away.

“Fine,” I say, trying to sound more confident than I feel. “I’m game.”

Chris smirks. “Alright, I’ll start. First question—where are you from?”

“Just outside the city,” I reply, relaxing just a little.

Matt hums. “Explains why you seem so… untouched.”

I roll my eyes, but my cheeks burn. “Next question.”

Chris leans forward, resting his arm on his knee. “Biggest fear?”

I hesitate. “Losing all of my teeth.”

Matt’s fingers tighten slightly against the couch cushion behind me. “Interesting.”

Chris raises a brow. “What’s your guilty pleasure?”

I bite my lip, thinking. “Old romance novels.”

Chris groans. “Lame.”

Matt, however, smirks. “Nah, that tracks. You seem like the type who loves the idea of some brooding, dangerous guy sweeping you off your feet.”

I don’t respond. The look in his eyes tells me he already knows the answer.

Chris continues. “What’s the craziest thing you’ve ever done?”

I hesitate before admitting, “Probably this. Sitting between two guys I barely know at a party I wasn’t even supposed to be at.”

Matt’s arm shifts, his fingers brushing against my shoulder. His voice is laced with amusement as he murmurs, “Damn, sweetheart. That’s your craziest thing? We’ll have to change that.”

Chris smirks. “Alright, let’s up this. Next question—what’s your biggest turn-on?”

My breath catches in my throat. My instinct is to play it safe, but the heat from Matt’s gaze and the mischief in Chris’ expression make me feel bold.

“Confidence,” I say, tilting my head slightly. “But not arrogance.”

Chris raises an eyebrow. “So you like guys who know what they want?”

“Yeah,” I admit. “But not the ones who feel like they need to prove something.”

Matt hums, his fingers tracing slow, lazy circles against the fabric of the couch beside me. “Good answer.”

Chris leans in slightly, his grin widening. “What’s your biggest fantasy?”

I keep eye contact with him, watching as his expression darkens slightly with intrigue. My cheeks warm.

“That’s a little personal, don’t you think?” I tease, trying to deflect.

Chris laughs. “That’s the point, babe. You’re the one who agreed to play.”

I bite my lip, contemplating. The heat in the room, the tension in Matt’s touch, the look in Chris’ eyes—it makes me want to say something I normally wouldn’t.

I take a slow sip from my drink, gathering my courage before answering, “I guess I like the idea of someone being completely in control of my body.”

Matt’s fingers tighten slightly behind me, his breath hitching just a little.

Chris whistles. “Damn. You might be more fun than I thought.”

Matt finally speaks, his voice low and edged with something I can’t quite place. “Careful what you admit around us, sweetheart.”

I arch a brow, feigning innocence. “Why’s that?”

Matt smirks, his arm brushing against my back as he leans in, his lips barely grazing my ear.

“Because we don’t play fair.”

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[bellsmess]

Whenever someone calls Charles Rowland straight, an angel dies.

What straight guy tells his best friend who just confessed to him that there's no one else – no one – he would go to Hell for. And that they have forever to figure out what that means. You don’t get his repressed bisexuality like I do!

Even modern bisexuals (I may or may not be speaking from personal experience) are oblivious to the fact they're bi because heteronormative roles are so engraved in our minds. When you're attracted to other genders, it's easy to miss a same-sex crush, only then to realise that oh, it wasn’t just admiration, it was attraction.

Charles, having grown up at the height of the AIDS crisis, with an abusive and probably homophobic father, killed by racist bullies? That would make anyone repress any gay feelings. Especially if you experience crushes on people with a different sex to you.

Charles sees Crystal and takes his chance. He's enamoured with this smart, strong-willed, pretty girl who can see him not only in a physical sense, but pays attention to him. He longs to be loved. Then he says the infamous "That sounds alot like you, doesn't it? Maybe that's why I like her so much" line. What an icon. And he compares himself and his best friend to the greatest love story of all time, Orpheus and Euridyce's.

When Edwin confesses to him, he doesn't rule out the possibility of returning these feelings. He knows they're already devoted to each other. They've already had 30 years of companionship and solving cases together.

"As long as I have my best mate and a case to solve, I'm good."

Being with Edwin is simple. They solve cases, help others, run away from Death. It's a simple existance. Charles gave up eternity to be with Edwin, because he was kind to him when he was dying. Charles finds him fun, wants to protect him, knows that Edwin is a kind and good person. One that Charles wants to be.

"Bad guys don't worry about being bad guys. And you, Charles Rowland, are the best person I know."

Crystal's role is very important in changing the dynamic between Edwin and Charles. Not only because Charles falls for her, but because she opens them up. She digs out their repressed feelings and trauma. Charles finally deals with his dad's abuse, his happy-go-lucky mask falls. She points it out to Edwin. Charles kept it up so well because Edwin didn't press it, but Crystal does. And Charles finally lets himself process what happened to him, and how that affects his relationships.

Charles never saw genuine love between his parents, and that affects how he views relationships. It impacts how he forms them, too. But he's a loverboy, he longs to be loved, he falls easily. Why wouldn’t he fall for someone who stuck to his side for 30 years?

Crystal and Monty's roles mirror each other – they help the boys figure out their feelings and desires. Crystal makes Edwin jealous that there's someone else Charles cares about in the same sense he cares for Edwin. The Cat King helps Edwin discover desire, Monty – genuine love. As Charles' and Crystal's relationship kickstarts (albeit ends as quickly) and Monty persues Edwin, he discovers the depth of his feelings.

"These complicated feelings that you have? They're for Charles."

I would love to see their wants explored more in the future season(s, hopefully multiple). Charles giving into desire with Desire of the Endless' guidance? Yes please.

I simply cannot believe that anyone would doubt Painland/Payneland endgame. They're everything to each other. They're a constant presence, reassurance, and love. Platonic, romantic, it doesn't matter. Their bond is so deep and genuine that immortal beings see it and leave them be, in the afterlife they chose for each other. Their love is so deep it transcends planes: from mortal plane to Hell, it leads Charles to Edwin. Charles is not Orpheus, when he turns around to hear Edwin out on the staircase from Hell, he manages to get him out. And they have literally forever for each other.

[dbdakindy]

sorry sorry okay one more. what does everyone's favorite plush toy look like (if they have one)?

Thanks for the ask ❤️ They aren’t all plushies, but here are the kids’ favourite toys:

Charles: Mr. Kutta from Mummy. Mummy bought Mr. Kutta for Charles for being such a brave boy! He lends him to Edwin when he thinks Edwin needs protection/bravery, because just like Charles, Mr. Kutta can and will protect his friends. Mr. Kutta can always be found hidden in Charles’ backpack.

Edwin: Miss Cosy Blanket (the third) from Aunt Cindy. Aunt Cindy is Edwin’s adoption worker, and she adores him and his dads! The previous Miss Cosy Blankets were her first attempts at crocheting, but she never stopped trying until she finished a perfect one for him. Edwin loves Miss Cosy so much he leaves her in his house when he goes to school, where she’s safe and clean.

Crystal: Eyeball Pillows from the Aunties. Crystal’s parents are always away, but her Aunties love and adore her, and they visit as much as they can. They buy her eye pillows every time to reassure her she’s not alone and that they’ll always be watching over her. They’re strewn all around her room and the downstairs theatre where she likes to watch movies and play with her friends.

Niko: Litty and Kingy from Mama and Baba. Mama and Baba tell Niko that Litty and Kingy chose her rather than the other way around. Niko likes to make up stories with her favourite dollies, telling her friends about how they like to enter people’s brains and explode them from the inside. Sometimes, Niko thinks they move on their own…

Thomas: Burger from Papu. Papu doesn’t have a lot of money, so they try to make Thomas as many toys as they can. Burger is a little plushy made of an old sock and cotton, and his eyes are buttons from old coats. He’s a bit wonky since he’s Papu’s first attempt at sewing, but Thomas thinks he’s the coolest, cutest, best boy ever! Just like Thomas!

Monty: Crow! from Mr. Mick. Monty’s first word in class (after being quiet for so long) is Crow! when he saw Mr. Mick’s keychain. Monty is obsessed with birds and with how they can fly away when they’re unhappy. Mr. Mick gave him his keychain after seeing just how much Monty loves crows. Monty tries to eat Crow! sometimes, but Miss Nurse keeps a very watchful eye on him.

[the-offside-rule]

Charles Leclerc (Scuderia Ferrari) - Comme Un Frère

Requested: no

Warnings: none

*if there are any mistakes with the French, please let me know! My french isnt as good as it used to be!*

Also; Happy New Year!

The silence of Y/n’s dorm room wrapped around her like a heavy blanket as she lay on the floor, eyes unfocused, the weight of it all pressing down. She could hear the hum of life outside her door—the faint sounds of laughter in the hallway, students returning from late classes or early dinners—but it all felt worlds away.

She barely registered the sound of the door creaking open, or the soft patter of paws against the hardwood floor, until a warm, wet nose nudged her cheek. Y/n blinked, turning her head slightly to see Leo, Charles’s loyal dog, staring at her with wide, concerned eyes. Usually, she’d smile and play with him, but today she just lay there, drained. “Y/n?” Charles’s voice followed, gentle, concerned, as he stepped inside. “Où est Alex? Je voulais la surprendre.”

“Elle est partie faire du shopping avec maman,” Y/n murmured, her voice barely more than a whisper. She gave Leo a half-hearted pat on the head, which the dog responded to by lying down next to her, nudging her hand gently. Charles closed the door, coming to sit beside her before eventually lying down too, his head resting just inches away from hers. “Ça va?” He asked quietly, turning his head to look at her. She shrugged, not meeting his gaze. “Je sais pas… C’est juste épuisant.”

“Qu’est-ce qui l’est?” He pressed gently, his voice calm, patient. She hesitated, taking a deep breath before the words spilled out. “Tout le monde me compare toujours à Alexandra. Elle a tout: la beauté, l'intelligence, et elle est en pleine lumière publique. Je suis juste… sa petite sœur. J’aimerais être autre chose que la sœur d’Alexandra.” Charles took a moment to process her words, then gave her a small smile. “Tu sais, ce n’est pas une si mauvaise chose.”

Y/n frowned, turning her head to look at him in confusion. “Alexandra est belle et intelligente, oui. Mais si on vous compare, cela signifie que toi aussi, tu es belle et intelligente, non? Il faut bien tenir de quelqu’un.” He winked, and a small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. A faint laugh escaped her as she looked back up at the ceiling. “Merci, Charles. Ça fait du bien d’entendre ça.”

“Je suis là pour ça.” He replied, giving her shoulder a light, reassuring pat. “Allez, viens, on va préparer le dîner. Alexandra et ta mère seront bientôt de retour.” Y/n nodded, pulling herself up from the floor with his help. Leo happily trotted alongside them as they headed into the kitchen, where Charles immediately set to work, chopping vegetables with practiced ease. They chatted in French as they moved around the kitchen, laughing about Leo’s antics and sharing stories of growing up in their families. The heaviness in Y/n’s chest seemed to lift a little more with each smile, each shared laugh.

Just as they were finishing setting the table, the front door opened, and Y/n heard her sister’s familiar voice echo through the hall. “Nous sommes rentrées!” Alexandra called, and a moment later, she appeared in the doorway, bags in hand, eyes bright as she looked around. Her gaze settled on her sister, and a warm smile spread across her face. “Alors, petite sœur, tu as fini tes devoirs? Tu étais si déterminée à ne pas sortir avant d’avoir tout fini.”

Y/n exchanged a look with Charles before answering, a playful smile tugging at her lips. “Disons que j’avais un autre problème à résoudre. Mais Charles m’a aidée, comme un frère intégré.” Alexandra’s smile softened, a mix of surprise and happiness in her eyes. “Je suis vraiment heureuse que vous vous entendiez bien. C’est important pour moi.” She paused, then added with a teasing edge, “Surtout depuis que tu n’aimais pas du tout mon dernier petit ami.”

Charles stifled a laugh, and Y/n couldn’t help but smile, glancing over at him with a newfound appreciation. He gave her an encouraging nod, and she felt a warmth that went beyond the comforting words he’d offered her earlier. Alexandra moved forward, switching to Spanish as she looked her sister over. “Todo bien, hermanita? Me alegra ver que estás de mejor humor.” Y/n smiled and nodded. “Sí, gracias. Él m’ha ayudado mucho,” she replied, glancing toward Charles, before switching back to French. “Et maintenant, on a préparé un festin pour vous.” With laughter in her eyes, Alexandra clapped her hands in delight. “Parfait! Allez, mangeons.”

They gathered around the table, Leo sitting loyally beside them, occasionally receiving a scrap of food tossed his way by Charles. They spent the evening switching easily between French and Spanish, conversations flowing and laughter filling the room. Y/n no longer felt the weight of comparisons or the invisible shadow of her sister. For once, surrounded by her family, she felt perfectly content—simply herself, seen and valued.

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Back home p.26

Hii guyss, if you want to read more stories of mine here's my masterlist and if you missed part 25, here it is.

Your life in Monaco was idyllic, growing up alongside the Leclercs. But everything changes when you're forced to leave. Now, returning to the place you once called home, you're confronted with a dilemma: not one, but two Leclerc brothers vying for your heart. Old bonds and unresolved emotions collide-what will you do when the past and present merge in unexpected ways?

Weeks had passed since that night—since everything changed. Since Arthur had crossed a line Charles never thought he would. Since you had collapsed in his arms, bleeding, gasping, and fighting to stay conscious as he begged you to hold on.

You did.

But just barely.

The memory of it haunted him. The blood on his hands, the sirens blaring in the distance, the way Arthur had fallen to his knees in shock after realizing what he’d done. Charles had barely registered anything else but you—keeping pressure on the wound, whispering desperate reassurances, praying that you would stay with him.

The hospital had been a blur. Doctors rushing. Nurses calling out. Machines beeping. And then the words that had shattered him completely:

“She’s in a coma. We did everything we could. Now it’s up to her.”

Charles had stopped listening after that. His entire world had frozen, and the only thing keeping him moving was you. He came every day, never missing a single visit. He told you everything, hoping you could hear him, hoping something—anything—would bring you back.

Now, like every other day, he was sitting beside your hospital bed, fingers wrapped around your hand, rubbing gentle circles against your knuckles as he spoke softly.

“You wouldn’t believe the stress Lorenzo and Charlotte are under with this wedding,” he chuckled weakly. “Lorenzo is so serious about every little detail, and Charlotte just lets him—she says she doesn’t care about the flower arrangements, but I think she secretly does.”

He exhaled, eyes flickering over your peaceful face. “You’d love it, mon amour. They say they want you there, so you better wake up.”

The soft hum of machines filled the room, beeping steadily. Charles squeezed your hand a little, watching for any sign that you were in there somewhere, fighting your way back to him.

Just as he was about to continue, the door creaked open. His shoulders tensed immediately. He didn’t need to turn around to know who it was.

Arthur.

Accompanied by their mother and a guard.

It was a new reality since that night. Arthur had been convicted for what he’d done to you, but the judge ruled that he wouldn’t go to prison. Instead, he was sent to a psychiatric facility, the court attributing all his crimes to his mental state. Once a month, they allowed him out for visits, and every time, he chose to come here.

Charles swallowed the bitterness rising in his throat, keeping his gaze on you. His grip on your hand tightened slightly as he heard the soft shuffle of Arthur’s steps approaching.

Their mother, Pascale, placed a gentle hand on Arthur’s arm, as if to steady him. She looked exhausted, grief and love tangled in her expression. It had been the same for weeks—torn between both her sons, trying to hold onto them both as they shattered in different ways.

Arthur’s voice was quiet, careful. “How is she?”

Charles clenched his jaw. He had asked the same question every visit, and the answer had never changed.

“The same.”

Silence stretched between them. Arthur exhaled, looking at you with an expression Charles couldn’t quite decipher. Regret? Guilt? Longing? Charles didn’t care.

“You look tired,” their mother murmured to Charles, her voice gentle. “Are you sleeping?”

He let out a humorless laugh, shaking his head. “Does it matter?”

Pascale sighed, brushing a hand through Arthur’s hair like she used to when they were kids. “It does.”

Arthur took a careful step forward. “I never wanted this.”

Charles finally turned to look at him, eyes dark with restrained fury. “But you did it anyway.”

Arthur flinched but didn’t look away. “I—”

“You almost killed her.”

“I know.” His voice cracked. “I know, Charles.”

“Then what do you want?”

Arthur looked at you, his expression crumbling. “I just… I needed to see her.”

Charles didn’t respond. He just turned back to you, his thumb brushing over your knuckles again.

Arthur swallowed, his voice breaking. “Do you think she’ll ever forgive me?”

Charles closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them, his voice was steel. “I don’t care if she forgives you, Arthur. I care if she wakes up.”

Arthur had no response to that. The only sound in the room was the steady beeping of the monitors, marking the time that stretched between them.

And then—

A twitch.

Charles felt it. The smallest movement in your fingers, barely noticeable, but real. His breath caught in his throat. He looked down at your hand, eyes wide, heart pounding.

“Did you—”

Another twitch. This time, stronger.

Charles surged forward, both hands cradling yours. “Mon amour?”

Arthur took a shaky step closer. “Is she—”

Your lashes fluttered, your lips parting just slightly. A ragged breath slipped out. A sound. A sign of life.

Charles felt his chest tighten, tears burning in his eyes as he brought your hand to his lips, pressing a desperate kiss to your skin.

“Come back to me,” he whispered. “Please.”

And then, for the first time in weeks—

You opened your eyes.

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Somewhere only we know – Keane

Masterlist - Previously - Next Chapter

So, tell me when you're gonna let me in I'm gettin' tired, and I need somewhere to begin

The bottle of red wine brought by Charles had not lasted long and the two young adults had quickly found themselves a bit tipsy. They both laughed happily at every little thing, no matter how insignificant, and started a game of Q&A about each other's tastes. It was an opportunity for them to get to know each other a little better. It started with harmless questions, like their favourite colour. Red for Charles and yellow for Lyanna. But very quickly the conversation became deeper.

“Hey, if you hadn’t been a F1 driver, what would you be?”

“Architect, or anything that is remotely connected to art and building. What about you?”

“I don’t know to be honest. The only thing I’m good at is acting, I never thought of doing anything else. And with acting I can be so many different people. Like, once I was the daughter of a fisherman. I had to do so many research and I spent three weeks in Alaska, where the movie was shot to understand what it was like to live the way they do. It’s so different from what I was used to and it really was an eyed opening experience. Acting is all about knowing your character inside and out. I would not trade that for anything in the world.”

“What’s the toughest thing in your job?”

She hesitated briefly.

“Being away from my family. I’m used to it by now, but still, it’s not always easy especially when you are missing birthdays and family gathering. Yes, there are phone calls and texts but it’s not the same.”

“Yeah, I feel you. It’s the same for me. I’m a family guy but even if I have the chance to have my brothers travelling with me most of the time, it’s still hard. I chose this life; I can’t really complain.”

“That’s the thing with our jobs, we can’t complain because we are part of the lucky ones. So many people dream of being out our place and failed, it’s not fair to them to say that our lives suck when it’s not the case.”

“That and also my family sacrificed so much to see me fulfil my dream, I can’t let them down.”

“Can I ask you something really personal, Charles? You can tell me you don’t want to answer if I’m going to far.”

He nodded.

“Are you racing because that’s what you love more than anything or are you doing it because you don’t want to feel like you failed your dad and Jules?”

“I’d say a little bit of both. There is nothing that makes me happier than getting in the car and race, but I would lie if I said that being at Ferrari is my dream and only mine. It was our dream, to me, my dad and Jules. I want to stay there and win a championship with Ferrari for them.”

It was the first time he admitted to someone, even to himself but for some reason it just came so naturally with her. He knew he would not be judged. He didn’t have to be the guy who knew exactly what he was supposed to do. He didn’t have to pretend that he had his life figured out and mapped out. God knew she didn’t so he didn’t have to pretend in front of her. They could be two lost people together. She didn’t say anything and when Charles looked at her, he noticed that she was sound asleep.

Uncomfortable with the idea of leaving her alone with the door unlocked (he didn't feel like going through her things looking for the keys to the flat), he decided to settle down on the couch after putting Lyanna in bed. She was heavier than she looked, much to Charles' surprise, who winced when he took her in his arms. She was so deeply asleep and relaxed that her muscles had become heavy. Charles had taken this as a sign that she was perfectly comfortable in his presence, which pleased him.

Once back in the living room he grabbed a cushion that was lying on the floor and a blanket that was curled up on the armchair by the fireplace. He knew he was in for a bad night, but at least he was reassured that nothing would happen to the actress.

Indeed, the night was tough. If Charles had to rank the worst nights of his life, the one he had just spent would be in pole position. His back was stiff and every single bone in his body was aching. Every stretch he made to wake up his still sleeping body hurt like hell. Every movement was agony. As best he could, he stood up from the couch and gave it a nasty look. He had to say something to Lyanna about this.

Speaking of, he was surprised to not see her awake. The sun was already high in the sky and he could hear the bustling crowds outside the windows of the apartment. He slowly approached Lyanna's room and tried to listen to see if he could hear any noises behind the door indicating that she was awake. Nothing.

Faced with this silence, he took the initiative to surprise her by preparing breakfast. He was also hungry, which was probably the main reason why he found himself in front of Lyanna's fridge and kitchen cupboards, and noticed to his horror that they were empty. There was not a single thing he could do for breakfast. So he chose the next option: home delivery.

Lyanna was startled awake by the doorbell. The young woman was not expecting anyone, and it was with a pounding headache that she got out of bed.  Still groggy from the previous night's events and the alcohol consumed at the party and afterwards with Charles, she clumsily pulled on a sweatshirt that was lying on the floor. She fumbled for her phone, only to find it completely dead. The day was definitely off to a good start. The second thing that made her suspicious was the noise that seemed to come from the kitchen. On her guard, she quietly and slowly opened the door to her room and saw a sneaky figure in the living room. It took her a few seconds to realise that it was Charles.

“What the heck are you doing here?” she asked him, surprising him.

“Didn’t feel good about letting you alone with the door unlocked yesterday.”

“So you just stayed there? Where did you sleep?”

“Your couch. A couch that you should change if you want my opinion because it’s fucking uncomfortable.”

“Yeah, well it’s a couch it is not made to be slept on Charles. And I won’t change it, I’m not gonna stay here anyway.”

Her comment stopped Charles dead in his tracks as he held both coffees in his hands. For the first time he was truly aware that Lyanna would leave sooner or later. The young woman noticed the confused look on her friend's face and feared for a moment that she had said or done something wrong.

“It’s just that I didn’t realise that you were going to leave Monaco at some point.” He explained to her.

“Yeah, well I’m here to work, my life is in London. What were you thinking? That I was going to fall in love with Monaco and leave everything behind?” she said amused while laughing slightly.

“I don’t know what I was thinking to be honest. When are you leaving?”

“In a month exactly. I already booked my plane ticket to go back home. I can’t wait to sleep in my bed again. You travel a lot, you know how it is. When you’re away from home, what you miss the most is your bed.”

Charles absent-mindlessly groaned is response. She was genuinely happy to leave and he couldn’t help but to feel a little hurt. Of course that, deep down, he knew that she wasn’t here to stay but still, he didn’t want to have to tell her goodbye.

“I’m going to miss you, you know.” he confessed, a little abruptly.

She looked at him.

“Same. You made Monaco a little more bearable, but hey, I’m still here for now. Let’s not be sad for something that hasn’t happened yet!”

Charles then proceeded to explain to her that his season was about to start again and that in the next few days he would be doing a lot of travelling back and forth between Maranello and Monaco. He knew that he would have little time for her. This suited Lyanna perfectly as she was also very busy. But still, the two young adults were aware that the bubble in which they had isolated themselves over the last few weeks was about to burst and that reality was catching up with them at full speed.

“Well, I’d say, let’s make the most out of these three weeks.”

“You’re right. How do you feel about dinner? Out?”

She hesitated. There are some automatisms that you can’t get rid of, not matter how hard you try.

“ If I tell you that it won’t be in public and I can organize something where I can guarantee you it’ll only be the two of us, without any risks of being interrupted, does it reassure you?”

“You’re not going to rent out a place, are you? Because if so, let me tell you that it’s a boring cliché.”

He laughed.

“Who do you take me for?”

She arched an eyebrow in response.

“Okay, okay. But trust me on this one.”

“You are not going to give me the choice, so go ahead. But please, nothing too grand.”

“You are going to love it! I gotta go, I have some calls to make. I’ll text you the details later.”

Charles was excited that the young woman had agreed. He got up from the couch, put on his shoes awkwardly, under Lyanna's amused eye, and approached her, planting a kiss on her forehead before bursting out the door. Lyanna laughed silently and shook her head. She was curious to see what the Monegasque would prepare for her.

It was Arthur, Charles' younger brother, who was called in for the operation. Charles had thought big. He was going to take Lyanna to dinner at sea, on his yacht, away from the people and the constant bustle of Monaco. Nothing but them and the sea as far as the eye could see and the sunset. He hoped it would relax Lyanna and that she would enjoy the attention. But a part of him was anxious, nonetheless. What if she got seasick? What if she hated the ocean? What if she got sick from his cooking, he would blame himself. And at the same time, he wasn't taking any risks with pasta Bolognese. Unless she was vegan. He should have asked. Seeing his brother on the verge of panic, Arthur decided to have some fun and see how much stress he could add to his brother.

“You are aware that it looks like a date, right?”

“It’s not a date.”

“It sure looks like it.”

“It is not.”

“If you say so.”

“It’s a friendly date, then.”

Arthur groaned in response.

“Stop it.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“We’re just friends Arthur.”

“I believe you.”

“She is leaving soon anyway. And I’m gonna be busy with the end of the season.”

“Are you trying to convince me or yourself?”

Charles sighed, clearly annoyed. Why did it seem so hard to believe that there was only friendship between him and Lyanna? For Charles, this friendship was far too precious and important to him to let it be ruined by any further desires. He didn't want a relationship for a long time. His priority was his career, the rest was irrelevant. And what was the point of starting a relationship when he knew he didn't have room for one in his life? No, really, he and Lyanna would never be anything more than friends. And that was just fine.

“Come on, make yourself useful, go and sweep the floor for me.” he commanded his brother.

“You owe me 50 euros for that!” complained Arthur.

Lyanna got a text from Charles the morning after asking her to wear something casual but dressy at the same time. He could not be vaguer if he wanted to. So it was a lost Lyanna who called her childhood best friend Emilie to ask her advice and to summarize the situation, which already took her a good hour.

“You do know that it’s a date, Lya?”

“It’s not. It’s a friendly outing away from people so I can be comfortable. It’s thoughtful.” the actress tried to justified.

“He definitely wants to bang you girl. No guy is this nice with a girl unless he’s trying to get her into bed.”

“Charles is not like that.” Defended Lyanna.

“Darling, I love you but you’re so naïve sometimes.”

“Is it so hard to believe, hum? That he wants to be my friend? You’re friend with a lot of guys and I’ve never told you anything about it!”

“It’s not the same.”

“How so?”

“Okay. I did some research on him. And don’t be mad…”

“Emilie…” groaned Lyanna.

“This guy seems to be a walking red flag. I looked at his dating history and it doesn’t look good.”

“Well perfect because I don’t want to be a part of that. Again we’re just friends. Nothing else.”

“Yeah well, he was also friends first with is exes … I’m just saying be careful okay. I don’t want you to end up like how you ended up when you broke up with James.”

“I won’t. Charles is a nice guy, really. I trust him and you know how hard it is for me to trust people. It means something, right?

“I still don’t like him but I won’t change your mind so I give up, for now.”

“Thanks, and I’ll prove you wrong about him just wait and see.”

Emilie gave up and after another hour of facetime going through the contents of Lyanna's wardrobe, the choice was made for an emerald green linen short jumpsuit with a bare back. White wedge sandals and some silver bracelets completed the outfit.  Lyanna wore her hair in a braid and chose to leave her face bare, without makeup. She liked herself better this way.

“Good luck for your date that is not a date. I want to know every single details as soon as you come back.”

“Promise. And thanks again. He is supposed to be picking me up real soon. I have to go.”

She was about to hang up when her friend interrupted her.

“Hey Lyanna…”

“Yes?”

“I just want to see you happy, okay. I know that I can be a little protective over you but I just don’t want to see you heartbroken again.”

“It won’t happen. I promise you.”

“And if Charles is really honest, ask him to talk to you about his exes, okay? Because from an external point of view, his past relationships make him look like a jerk.”

“If the opportunity comes up I will if it can make you feel better. I really gotta go though, love you.”

“Love you too. Have fun but not too much fun.”

“Yes mom!”

They quickly exchanged their goodbyes before hanging up. One last look in the mirror before meeting Charles outside, a few blocks away from the residential building, a long and deep breath and she was ready.

“A Fiat 500? Really?”

Those were her first words when she saw him, dressed in a plain blue shirt, a pair of white trousers and his Ray ban sunglasses hanging loosely from his collar. He was standing proudly next to the car, a smile beaming on his face.

“I thought that the Pista wasn’t really giving ‘we want to stay on the lay low’ kind of vibes. So I rented this! What do you think?”

“Are we both going to fit in there? Or will we have to squeeze because it seems so tiny.” she said with a grimace.

“Oh come on, I know a lot of people who would be overjoyed at the idea of being stuck with me in this box.”

“Your ego doesn’t need me to feed it.”

“I’m wounded Lyanna. Deeply.” he replied with both hands on his chest, pretending to have been mortally injured.

The young woman laughed heartily and patted him on the back of the head before opening the passenger door and getting into the seat. The journey was made in silence, only punctuated by the music coming from the radio. They soon arrived not far from the harbour where Charles parked the car before beckoning Lyanna to follow him. A few metres further on, they stopped in front of Charles' yacht.

“Tadam!” he exclaimed.

“Your yacht. Are you playing to kill me and throw my body in the water?”

“Ah ah, smartass. I hope you’re not seasick and you like pasta because that’s what we are going to eat. I planned a little trip on the water. I told you I was going to find a way to give us privacy and still enjoy being out.”

“I have to admit, well done. I didn’t think you were that resourceful.”

“I’m full of surprises. Stick around and you might find more.”

Charles was the first to climb aboard before reaching out to Lyanna who took it, having little confidence in the bridge between the boat and the mainland. Charles' firm hand in hers did not prevent her from wavering slightly as she stepped onto the yacht. Her hip bumped against the rail and she winced in pain. Although she didn't have a bruise there, David's grip on the red carpet had left her muscle sore. 

“You’re okay?” asked Charles.

“Yeah, I’m fine don’t worry. I’m just a little sore here, nothing bad though. I’ll survive.”

“A bad fall? I have a good doctor if you need one.”

“I’m not made on paper Charles, I’m fine, okay. Just drop it, please. David just has a strong grip, that’s all. He hurt me a little.”

“What do you mean ‘he has a strong grip’? Charles asked with a frown.

The actress briefly explained to him, without going into the details of their altercation, what had happened with David on the red carpet. But her explanation did not seem to please Charles who tried to ask her more precise questions, feeling that the young woman was not telling him everything.

“Lyanna, I’m just going to be straightforward but has he been violent with you? Physically.”

“Oh no Charles, you’re not going to act like a watchdog with me, okay. I won’t allow it. He is just an arrogant asshole; I’m not scared of him. And you’re certainly not going to stick your nose into my business.”

He grumbled a little but, anxious not to ruin the dinner, he let it go. Charles then went to the cabin of the boat to indicate to the captain that they were ready to leave and then motioned to Lyanna to come with him and together they went to the back of the boat where Arthur had set up a nice table waiting for them. The pilot proceeded to pull Lyanna's chair so that she could sit in it. At his gesture, she gave a soft laugh.

“A real gentleman.”

“Or you do things the right way or you don’t do them at all.” He replied.

He then excused himself to fetch two plates that were waiting to be eaten.

"Well, you didn't do things halfway," Lyanna said.

“You deserve it and I did promise you a nice evening. And as it probably is our last before a long time, let’s enjoy it.”

“To our last times, then.” she toasted, a drink of champagne in her hand.

“Hey, we will still see each other. Not as much but I’m sure we will find occasions.”

“How come?” she asked, genuinely curious.

“Well, you could come to some of my races? I was thinking that maybe you could come with me in the Netherlands. It’s the next one in three weeks. And you don’t have to watch from the Ferrari garage if it scares you, you could be officially Pierre’s guest. Kika will be there, you could spend time with her you know.” At this point he was rambling.

“I see you thought this through.”

The truth was, he did. Charles could not bring himself not to have her around. He had become far too accustomed to her presence and the idea of being away from her bothered him more than he had imagined. So he had spent the day thinking of a solution. Preferably one that wouldn't make her run away in advance. He knew that if she came to one of his races, it would only rekindle the rumours, and considering how it had gone the last time for them, he certainly didn't want the situation to happen again.

“And what do you think? I have a whole plan prepared, you just have to say yes and I’ll take care of everything.”

“Charles… I have no doubt that you do but I can’t come. I’m wrapping up the movie soon and I’m really needed here, I can’t leave. And then I wanted to go back in France for a few days to see my family before going back to London. I just don’t have the time to squeeze a race in there.”

“You can’t or you don’t want to?” he asked abruptly, hurt by her answer.

“Don’t take it like that…”

“I’m trying to find solutions to not have to say goodbye to you Lya.”

“And it’s really nice from you. But hear me out as well. I can’t drop everything to be at your side every chance we get. I have my life too, my work and obligations. It’s not that I don’t want to be there with you.” She explained.

“Well if you don’t want to come to Zandvoort, come to the football charity game organized this week. I would love to have you there and you won’t be alone, Kika will be there too since Pierre is participating. And I will film some stuff for my youtube channel. I would like to have your input.”

“Don’t you have a team to help you with that? Surely, they know what they are doing.”

“They do, my best friends manage most of the content I post online but I would like to have your opinion, you know, as someone who is used to being in front of the camera.”

“Well, tell me when it is exactly and I’ll see what I can do.”

The rest of the dinner went relatively well. Charles opened up a lot about his past and told her some funny anecdotes about is dad and Jules without having Lyanna asking for it. It made her happy, seeing that he trusted her enough to let her inside this aspect of his past. But Lyanna could not help but to have in the corner of her mind the words of her best friend, telling her to let Charles speak about his dating history. She didn’t know how to ask him without it being awkward.

“Can I ask you an intrusive question?” She ventured.

“Yeah. I’m not hiding anything.”

“How come you don’t have anyone in your life?”

He sighed and leaned against the back of his chair, staring into space, trying to find the best way to formulate his thoughts.

“If I’m meant to have this conversation, we should at least have it while eating the tiramisu I bought.”

He stood up and quickly returned with two generous slices of Italian cake.

“I didn’t have much romantic relationships in my life. Well, not many that really mattered I would say. My life is busy, always being away, working a lot, you know how it is. It doesn’t allow me much time to meet people or develop new relationships. If I’m being honest, you are the first person, in a long time, I befriended that is not from Monaco or that is not linked to the motorsport world. And you see what happened with the rumours, everytime I’m seen with a girl, it is blown out of proportion. It scares away a lot of people. So it’s really not helping. The scrutiny I get on the daily is hard to handle. I’m not counting on the number of paparazzi pictures of me and my ex-girlfriends that were in the press.” He explained.

“Is this why you always date girls that are in the same friends group?” The question slipped out and he looked at her in surprise. “Sorry, it’s rude. It’s just that I read that online and… anyway forget it.”

“I… well… I mean, I guess it has always been easier this way? It’s no excuses and I know that it can make me look like the biggest jerk ever…”

“No, you think?” she tells him sarcastically.

“The truth is, that way you don’t have to question people motive, I can already trust them a little bit. I don’t have to tell them my story, I don’t have to allow the trust to grow. Time wise, it’s easier and it’s spared the awkward situations.”

“Yeah well, basically you are saying that you don’t have to go through what you went through wit me. I don’t know how to take it.”

“Lyanna, I didn’t mean it like that. It’s not the same with you.”

“How so?”

“Because I know that nothing will ever happen between us. We are just friends, you are not expecting anything from me. It’s refreshing.”

She didn't show it but deep down she was hurt.

“Am I a distraction for you?”

“What? No of course not. Why would you think that?”

“Because that’s how you make me feel right now. Like I don’t matter. Like I can be replaceable.”

“How many times do I have to tell you that I want you in my life Lyanna? Our friendship is important to me. We don’t know each other for that long but you quickly became one of the most important people in my inner circle. I want you to meet my other friends, I want you to meet my family, I want to show you what my job is, I want to include you, okay? It’s clear from my end. The question is will you let me to?”

Lost in the middle of the ocean, with the water stretching as far as the eye could see, Lyanna felt trapped. So she got up from the table and went to lean against the rail a few metres away.

“I would love to trust you fully Charles, but it’s hard for me. If I do that, if I let my guard down with you, I need to be two hundred percent sure that I’m not making a mistake, that I can trust you and you won’t judge me. Because I would not be able to handle it.”

Charles slowly approached her before putting his arms around her shoulders and pulling her against him. She could feel his breath in her hair and his body scent mixed with the smell of the sea air and his aftershave reassured her. She felt good, protected and safe there.

“I promise you Lyanna, you will always have me in you corner, no matter what happens;”

She moved away from him and sat down on the floor. He did the same.

“Then, I guess it’s time for me to tell you what happened 5 years ago.”

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[androidcharles]

Rockin' the House Chapter 3

There's a lot crammed into this chapter, so here's a general summary

Ellie has been commissioned by Charles to write lyrics for their music! And she meets up w/ an old friend in the process... And after that the show starts! How well will it go?

Ellie tapped a pencil on her desk as she let out a small sigh, trying to concentrate as she stared at the blank piece of paper. A week ago, Charles had begged her to write lyrics for one of their songs in time for their first performance. Their set list consisted of four songs, three of them covers of songs ancient and modern. It had been a while since she had really written, so writing lyrics for Charles and his band should have been a piece of cake.

However, it seemed like she was having a hard time finding inspiration. It was strange that Charles chose her to write songs for them. He only requested her to do it because his lyrics were a bit dark. She had read over them and didn’t seem to think they weren’t that bad. A bit horrifying in some places, but it didn’t really fit their sound at all.

Charles seemed to like writing somewhat cheerful sounding songs, but dark lyrics wouldn’t really fit with that. But than why did Charles ask her to write the lyrics? Her poems were pretty dark too.

Maybe he thought they were more tame compared to half of the stuff he wrote. She sighed as she glanced over at the clock, realizing it had only been thirty minutes and slammed her head on the desk, letting out a small groan.

“You OK?” Her head popped up and she saw Henry looking at her with a bit of worry.

YOU SHOULDN’T BE OUT OF BED, Henry said, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

“Writing a song for Charles?” Ellie said, “I mean, he asked me to… The cast comes off in about a few days anyway. I might as well get used to moving around anyway.”

WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO WRITE, ANYWAY? Henry asked.

“Charles said he wanted something bittersweet,” Ellie said, “I guess that’s what my poems are? That’s a very interesting way of putting it. His friends said his poem was too dark.”

“Bittersweet…” Henry said softly as he glanced at the papers.

“I’ve already heard their songs. They’re pretty good actually. Charles uploaded the recordings onto AudioMist,” Ellie said, “I listened to them to get a good idea of how I should write these lyrics but in all honesty, I’m not sure if I can do something that’ll impress him.”

WELL, DON’T FORCE IT. TRUST ME, WHENEVER I’M MAKING SCULPTURES AND STUFF, I FIND THAT MAKING FROM THE HEART IS MORE IMPORTANT THEN TRYING TO FORCE MYSELF TO MAKE SOMETHING, Henry signed at her, patting her back in reassurance.

“Maybe I should take a walk, just to clear my head,” Ellie said, “Maybe I’ll find something inspiring out in the city.”

CAN I JOIN YOU? Henry asked. Ellie smiled.

“Sure, why not?” Ellie said.

The two of them exited the apartment together as they headed out through the city, taking in the sights as they walked around the block before they finally decided to sit down on a city bench. Ellie was busy scribbling in a notepad as Henry took in the surroundings, doing some sketches of his own.

“I’m actually feeling the inspiration flowing through me a bit. This actually kinda reminds me of how I used to pal around with my older cousin,” Ellie said, “We’d run around Manhatten unsupervised and somehow get into all sorts of trouble. One time we got chased by two… HEY I met the Toppats before I even met them. How funny is that?” Henry giggled as he watched everyone going by.

“Yeah, Jacob was always causing trouble. Then he became a security guard for West Mesa Museum,” Ellie said.

DIDN’T YOU HEAR? HE ACTUALLY GOT FIRED A WHILE BACK, Henry said.

“What? What happened?” Ellie asked.

“Um…” I HAPPENED, Henry said, making a sort of cringey face as he put his fingers together.

“Oh, yeah, you stealing the diamond did that…” Ellie said.

HOW DID YOU KNOW HE WAS WORKING AT THE WEST MESA MUSEUM BEFORE I ROBBED IT? Henry said, I NEVER TOLD YOU.

“I was kinda keeping an eye on him. But when I moved up north, I found it more difficult so I just… gave up on it. I don’t know what he’s up to now,” Ellie said. Henry only shrugged as he glanced at everyone passing by, taking note of everyone and watching them walk by. Ellie suddenly grabbed Henry’s shirt as he flinched, glancing at Ellie with a look of confusion.

“Is that… who I think it is…” Ellie said softly. She looked down the street as Henry glanced around, trying to figure out what she was looking at.

“There, over there!!” Ellie whispered, pointing at a person who was wearing a huge coat and a pair of shades, looking around as he adjusted his hat to cover his face a bit more. He tried to think of where he might have seen him before Ellie shot out of her seat, trying her best to run after the man with her crutch. Henry cautiously followed behind her as they situated themselves in an alleyway near the person in question. He glanced around again, as if he was trying to see if there was anyone watching.

“Jacob… JACOB!” Ellie shout whispered. The mans head bolted up as he flinched, trying to figure out where the voice had come as Ellie waved her hands at him. He tipped his head to the side as he started to head down the alleyway before gasping, seeing Ellie looking at him with wide eyes.

“Jacob?” Ellie whispered. Jacob took off his sunglasses, returning her bewildered look as Henry put his hand over his mouth.

“Ellie?” Jacob said, “Is that really you?” He glanced from side to side and leaned forward.

“This isn’t the best time for us to meet right now.”

“Why? What’s going on?” Ellie asked as they suddenly heard a couple of screams from the street.

“That’s going on right now. Excuse me,” Jacob ran out of the alleyway, shucking off the coat to reveal his clothes and a pin on the pocket of his shirt… a Toppat pin.

“No way…” Ellie said softly as he raced down the street, hearing police sirens. Henry beckoned for Ellie to follow him as they ducked through the alleys to another part of the city, where Ellie slid down against the wall and looked up in shock. Henry tapped her shoulder to communicate with her.

SHOCKED? Was the first thing he asked.

“I mean, I guess? I didn’t think he had it in him though. He was always such a goody two shoes growing up. I thought he would still be looking after our aunt. After the fire…” Ellie started to grip her head as she felt a spike of pain shook up her spine. She took a deep grounding breath before looking at at Henry, who had a great look of concern in his eyes.

“Let’s get out of here,” Ellie said, “I think I’ve had enough fresh air for today…”

“Ellie!” The pair jumped when they heard a shout and turned around to see Jacob running towards them. Ellie backed away as Jacob stared at her, almost ready to run after her before she approached him.

“You should get out of here, you robbed a bank!” Ellie said quietly.

“I just wanted to tell you that we need to meet up. There’s… a lot I wanna talk about…” Jacob said.

“What makes you think I’m not gonna turn you in to the authorities?” Ellie asked.

“Because… I trust you?” Jacob said, “I don’t know, but I gotta run! Please, let’s meet up, I promise it’ll be worth it!” Jacob ran off as Ellie sighed, resting her head against the wall.

“Wanna go home now?” Henry said softly as Ellie nodded her head.

- - - - -

About two days had passed since Ellie’s encounter with Jacob. She had mentioned it to Charles and Charles seemed a bit shocked that he was related to Ellie.

“I thought that Rose was a very common last name!” Charles said, “To think that was your cousin… I can’t believe it.”

Meanwhile, she had managed to write at least one song for the first song Charles had written. Charles loved it a lot and was already practicing it with Amelia, who seemed to have a hard time playing and singing at the same time. However, things were getting better considering the people they were practicing with.

Ellie wanted to write another song with the second song that Charles had written, but she couldn’t seem to think of anything in the moment.

“Don’t worry too much about it!” Charles had told her as he packed his things for band practice, “Even one song is enough! I think we’ll just perform some covers of some other songs.”

“I don’t want your band to devolve into a cover band though. I’ve still got a week, I could probably get something done for you in that time!”

“Don’t worry too much about it. I know the creative process and it sucks sometimes. Just get it out when you can, alright?” Charles said, “Say, how about you come with me?”

“Huh?”

“You wanna meet with your cousin right? Might as well come with me.”

“I’d rather not. You’re pretty welcome over, but the other Toppats might not take too kindly to me.”

“Well, not everyone is nice to me. Our music trainers are still kinda cold towards me and there’s also a couple of Toppats here and there who’ll jeer at me. There’s this one Toppat in the kitchen though, Scottie who’s really nice! Ah, well, that’s just to name a few,” Charles said, “If you want, I can have you stay in the chopper and I’ll ask the Right Hand Man to find Jacob so he can meet you up there.” Elllie pondered this for a second. It had been a while since she had talked to her cousin and it would be nice to catch up once again.

“Alright, fine. I’ll come with you. But only if you promise I’m not gonna be like… taken prisoner or anything.”

“You have my word. If they try anything on you, I’ll give them hell.” Ellie followed Charles out the door, letting Henry know that she was going out and she would be back soon. Charles handed him a slip of paper before heading out, locking the door behind him.

“What was that?” Ellie asked.

“A slip of paper with the coordinates of the Toppat manor. If anything happens, he can come rescue us!” Charles said as he headed up to the roof.

After about an hour of flight, the helicopter landed on top of the manor in the designated location, where Amelia was already waiting for him with Dave. Charles stepped out of the helicopter as Ellie walked towards the pilots area, watching him talk to Amelia and Dave as Amelia tipped her head to the side. Immediately, she ran towards the helicopter’s entrance and rapidly pulled the door open, causing Ellie to jump as she stared at her.

“Hello,” she said, smiling at her.

“Hey… long time no see,” Ellie said, “I wanna talk to my cousin, Jacob Rose. Is that OK?”

“Jacob? Yeah, that’s alright!” Amelia said, “You’re not gonna attack him are you?”

“That really depends on a lot of things,” Ellie said, “Can you just tell him that I’m up here?”

“Sure!” Amelia immediately accessed her messenger app and typed up a message for Jacob.

GlitterToppatGirl: Jacob

RoseRedToppat: what

GlitterToppatGirl: Are you available?

RoseRedToppat: what do you need

GlitterToppatGirl: There’s a girl claiming to be your cousin here right now on the roof. She has red hair, I forgot her name… Elsie or something? …….Hello? HEY

“Geez,” Amelia muttered as she closed her messenger, “I’ve gotta get to practice. There’s a room nearby you can wait in if you want.”

“No thanks I’m good,” Ellie said as she cautiously exited the helicopter, relishing the fresh air out here compared to the more smoggy air in the city. She looked up to see a sea of stars above her, feeling a bit refreshed at it all as Amelia smiled at her.

“Alright, whatever you want,” Amelia said, “Just don’t catch a cold up here.” She followed Charles and Dave as they talked amongst themselves as Ellie sighed, sitting on the edge of the helicopter, making note of anything she can do to ensure her safety when she heard the door burst open. She looked up to see Jacob, his eyes wide as he ran towards her. She jumped off of the helicopter just in time to get barreled down by a huge hug.

“ELLIE! I WAS SO FUCKING WORRIED ABOUT YOU!! When you disappeared after the fire and oh greater ones above, I don’t know what to tell you I don’t know where to start-”

“How about you start by telling me why you became a Toppat?” Ellie asked. Jacob flinched as he sheepishly rubbed the back of his head.

“Well, it was more of a recent development. I got tired of working at this one taco stand and a Toppat approached me and asked me if I wanted to join. So… I did. I know it wasn’t really ethical, but I was sick of bouncing between jobs and living with my mom. She’s gone nuts since last year and I don’t know why. So I took advantage of the free lodging and stuff that’s offered there and I just told her I was going to work freelance somewhere else,” Jacob said.

“Seriously?” Ellie said.

“It was either that or become a streamer and I really couldn’t put up with that,” Jacob said, “I didn’t really want to be a Toppat, but I was miserable before! And you already know how my mom is.”

“That’s true, Aunt Bella was always one screw short of a working brain. But that can’t exactly be helped. Especially considering how the entire family fortune was stolen,” Ellie said.

“That’s true too,” Jacob said. He sat down at the edge of the roof as Ellie joined him, feeling a bit relieved as he turned towards her.

“So, what were you up to before you become a private investigator?” Jacob asked.

“Oh, I was a criminal too. I guess it was pretty hypocritical of me to call you out on your own little criminal thing when I was running around doing that shit myself,” Ellie said, “But there’s like… lots of holes in my memories. There are things I can’t remember and things I can’t. It’s almost scary actually…”

“Oh…” Jacob said, “I’m sorry to hear.”

“It’s alright. It’s my fault mostly. I don’t know what happened, but that woman that was with my dad-” Ellie suddenly gripped the sides of her head as Jacob shot up, gasping as she shook in place, trying to breath.

“Ellie! ELLIE!” Jacob shouted, “Oh greater ones above, what do I do?” Ellie winced as she looked up, tears in her eyes as Jacob felt tears springing up.

“I’m sorry…” Jacob said, “I’m sorry you had to go through all that. I don’t know why I didn’t work harder to try to find you but my mom and the police and all these other things just sort of popped up. I really am sorry.”

“It’s fine. We’re together now and that’s all that matters,” Ellie said, “So I guess now we can start over.”

“Yeah, whatever you want really,” Jacob said, lying down on the roof. Ellie lay down with him, gazing at the multitudes of stars as Jacob sighed.

“I wish I could make it up to you, I really wish I could. But if you’re operating on the right side of the law now, I highly doubt anything I could do for you would be legal,” Jacob said.

“I think meeting with you and getting confirmation that you’re still, you know, OK is good enough for me,” Ellie said.

“Well that’s good to hear,” Jacob said, “It’s nice to see that you’re OK as well. After everything that happened, I was afraid you might have died or something…”

The pair was silent as they stared at the stars above, twinkling endlessly as Jacob sighed.

“I guess that’s it then,” Jacob said, “I’m sorry that things turned out like this. I wonder… what would have happened if that fire didn’t happen.”

“We’d probably be groomed to live richy rich lives. Or playing around with the Toppats. Whatever comes first,” Ellie said.

“Well, I would have been a Toppat no matter what then. I guess nobody wins,” Jacob said. Ellie pondered over this for a second, trying to mull over her thoughts before she was suddenly struck with something. Immediately, she pulled out her phone and started to type away on it, hitting each of the buttons like she was desperate to keep the ideas flowing, like a small creek becoming a mighty river.

“Ellie, what’s wrong?” Jacob asked as Ellie looked up.

“I just… I got inspired, I guess you could say,” Ellie said.

“You’re still writing poetry? That’s good to hear,” Jacob said, “What are you writing?”

“Just something that I think Charles and his band will like,” Ellie said. She kept typing away as she mulled over a few details before saving her progress and sending it to Charles.

Meanwhile, Charles, Amelia, and Dave were practicing in their practice room, sounding better then ever as they finished their song.

“Wow, that was amazing!” Amelia said, “A real rush you know!”

“Amelia, are you sure you’re OK? Your voice sounds a bit… bit crushed lately,” Charles asked.

“Huh? Nah, I’m fine! I just need to practice some more,” Amelia said.

“Don’t overexert yourself sweetheart…” Dave said softly, “I don’t want you to get hurt!”

“I’ll be fine! I’m an android, remember? Let’s do it again from the top!” Amelia said. Charles suddenly heard a ping in his head as he gazed at the message in his messenger.

RoseyRose sent ARoseWithoutThorns.txt RoseyRose: I think you’ll like this. This isn’t the final draft, but take a look at it and see if it’ll fit with your second song.

Charles curiously opened the text file and read over the poem before growing a bit excited.

“What’s wrong Charles?” Amelia asked.

“Oh, nothing,” Charles said, “Hey let’s start practicing the second song a bit. I know we’re cutting it close, but I really want this first set to be perfect.” Amelia bounced a little as Dave nodded his head, clacking his sticks together to count them off as they began to play again.

- - - - -

On the day of CC in the AM’s first performance, it was a bit stormy out. That didn’t stop the multitudes of Toppats (and a couple of people Henry had threatened) from heading out to the live house to see the three perform for the first time ever.

General Galeforce sighed as Rupert stood by his side, a little annoyed at the crowd. They were Toppats, that much was true. And with a full squad, they could probably arrest a few. However, they weren’t on duty technically, so they didn’t want to cause any trouble. Plus Rupert really wanted to support his boyfriend by doing this.

“If this ends up becoming another Toppat bottleneck because of that girl… I swear, Charlie’s really playing with fire here,” General Galeforce said as they entered the live house. Rupert took in the air of the place as it was packed fully with dozens of people. He wondered if Dave was even to sell all the tickets that he was given, but he recognized some of Dave’s coworkers in a small group, all talking amongst each other, glancing warily at the stage as Rupert glared at them.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the good general!” Rupert jumped to see two familiar faces; Reginald Copperbottom and his Right Hand Man, both wearing poor disguises as General Galeforce rolled his eyes.

“I suppose you two are here to see your daughter perform,” General Galeforce said.

“Hm… I suppose so. I just hope she can be honest about… ah well, it’ll be fine! I can only hope I raised her right. You know how it is with android children,” Reginald said. General Galeforce chuckled, feeling himself relate a little bit. He couldn’t even count how many times Charles had lied through his teeth to him as a young android.

“I suppose a temporary truce is in place for now. Is that correct?” Reginald asked.

“You’re lucky I don’t want to cause a ruckus while my son is on stage. I know how bad concert riots can get,” General Galeforce said. Rupert glanced at the general as he gazed at the stage, feeling a bit excited to not only see his best friend, but his boyfriend performing as well.

Meanwhile, backstage Charles was pacing the floor as Dave tapped his foot uncertainly, listening to the crowd.

“Greater ones above, I hope my drums are tuned, I hope I don’t get off beat, I hope there’s no riot, I don’t want my coworkers to laugh at me, I hope-”

“Dave you’re not helping. Geez, where’s Amelia?” Charles said.

GlitterToppatGirl: I’m right here.

Amelia entered the room as Dave jumped up and hugged her tightly. Charles smiled as he clapped his hands together

“Huh? Amelia! Thank goodness you’re here! They’re waiting for us outside, c’mon, you ready to perform?”

GlitterToppatGirl: No. I lost my voice.

Charles blinked as he stared at Amelia, who opened her mouth, the most haunting glitchy sound coming out as she tried to speak before covering it up again.

GlitterToppatGirl: It’s been like that since this morning. Combined with the drivers being out of date slightly and me wearing down my voice box, it’s going to take about a week for a sufficient replacement part to come in. I’m sorry guys, I can’t sing…

“I’ll do it! I’ll sing in her place!” Dave said.

“No you need to concentrate on drumming…” Charles said, “Ah, let’s see… Well, I don’t wanna resort to lip syncing, so I guess I’ll just sing in the meantime. It won’t be the same, but I hope I can manage.”

“CC in the AM? It’s showtime!” Ozwald shouted through the door. The three of them glanced at each other, realizing how real this was before nodding their heads. They headed out, getting ready to perform for a room of over fifty people. The crowd began to cheer as the curtain opened.

xXBold_Action_ManXx: Remember the first song?

GlitterToppatGirl: Sure do. Break a leg. And not a voice box.

Charles smirked as Amelia began to strum her bass guitar and he began to sing. For the first time ever he felt nervous, watching over the crowd as they swayed to the slow song, feeling almost excited. He saw Henry and Ellie standing next to each other, watching him as he strummed his guitar, Jacob was in the crowd as well, next to his cousin bouncing along to the music.

He saw General Galeforce, a twinkle in his eyes as he watched them perform and Rupert, who was staring very intently at the stage in a mode of concentration even he couldn’t understand. Reginald and the Right Hand Man were standing next to them, Reginald bouncing in place as his eyes were fully on Amelia and the Right Hand Man recording her with his camera, a gleam of pride his eyes.

But Charles couldn’t help but notice someone else in the crowd. Someone he hadn’t seen in a while. He tried to confirm, but he had to concentrate on finishing the song. Once he did, there was a stunning amount of applause and cheering as Charles approached the microphone.

“Thank you for listening! We want to thank you all for coming out here tonight to support us. I’m glad that so many people were willing to come out and hear us sing. I’m Charles Calvin, I’m the guitarist of the band, joined by my good friend Amelia C- ah… Just Amelia is fine for her for now. She unfortunately sang too much over the past week and lost her voice. Isn’t that something?” Everyone laughed as Amelia’s inseams steamed slightly.

GlitterToppatGirl: Not cool dude 😡

“Aha, anyway, we also have our drummer back here, Dave Panpa. Dave is a pretty cool dude once you get to know him and despite his shyness he’s actually a really excellent drummer!”

“Shut up!” Dave said, “I’m not that shy!”

“Well, it’s the vibe you kinda give off you know,” Charles said, “Well, either way, I hope you enjoy this next song. It’s another cover, but I think you’ll like it.”

So the set continued as planned, with Charles giving witty banter in between songs and even introducing the two original songs, crediting Ellie for writing the lyrics to them. As the finished the final bar of their last song, the crowd cheered, clapping and waving their hands as Charles glanced over the it, feeling a chill down his artificial spine.

No he wasn’t imagining it. There were two other androids in the crowd… they just left.

“Ah, I want to thank you guys for coming out to hear us perform! Check out my AudioMist profile CCintheAM for more original songs and of course thank you guys for coming out tonight! We love all of you and we hope you have safe travels going home!” The crowd cheered as the curtain closed, Charles glancing at Amelia with a bit of uncertainty.

GlitterToppatGirl: Don’t worry, I saw them too.

xXBold_Action_ManXx: What were they doing out here? Spying maybe? Trying to catch us off guard?

“Are you guys OK?” Dave asked, “What’s going on?”

“Nothing!” Charles said, “Everything’s alright! We just got through our first set though! High fives all around!” As the three of them exchanged high fives and Dave jumped up to give Amelia a big hug and soft kiss on the lips, Ozwald popped up again, all smiles.

“Great job you three. I was a bit doubtful at first, but you three showed real potential. I guess I can count on you for another performance next month!” he said.

“You bet! Hopefully Amelia has learned a big lesson about over singing, right Amelia?” Charles said.

“Well, clear off the stage,” Ozwald said, “I imagine you need some rest after that.” The three of them nodded their heads as they caught Dave up on the situation.

“There were androids in the crowd? Oh no, you don’t think they’re spying on us, aren’t you?” Dave asked.

“Well, probably. But I don’t know why,” Charles said, “After all, there’s really no benefit to disrupting one of our concerts, so it was probably just to scare us. That’s just disturbing, knowing they were watching us…”

“Maybe they’re planning something!” Dave said, “After all, they wouldn’t be spying if they weren’t really planning anything.”

“We’ve been chasing them around on days where we haven’t practiced. But I don’t know how they found out about us…” Charles said.

“Hey.” the three of them jumped as large man approached the door of the backstage room.

“There’s a group of people claiming to know you. Ellie and Henry their names were?” he said, “There’s also these three mustached dudes and a… living porcupine I think…”

“I’M NOT A PORCUPINE!” Rupert shouted as Charles giggled.

“Let them in,” Charles said, “They’re harmless. Mostly.” The group filed into the room as they extended their congratulations to the three of them. Henry was excitedly signing to Charles as Ellie smiled thoughtfully at him, General Galeforce patting him on the back and giving him praise for his first performance.

Meanwhile, Amelia was being absolutely bombarded with hugs from Reginald as the Right Hand Man very uncharacteristically started to talk very rapidly as he showed Amelia the recorded footage, pointing out his favorite parts as Amelia smiled sheepishly, unable to express her discomfort and embarrassment at the situation.

Rupert was also talking to Dave, telling him how amazing it was that he managed to perform without getting scared or anything as he smiled shyly, telling Rupert about how nervous he was perform but he had to get over that not only for Amelia’s sake, but for his own as well.

After a while, the group finally decided to head to their respective homes, wishing each other a good night as Charles waited for a cab with Henry and Ellie.

“It feels kinda strange to hear something that you’ve written being performed like that…” Ellie said as she stretched, watching Reginald pile into a car with a couple of other Toppats.

“If you want, I can start writing songs so you don’t have to worry about it,” Charles said.

“No, it’s fine, I can keep writing lyrics for you. Just let me know when you need some and I’ll be more then happy to provide,” Ellie said.

IT REALLY WAS GREAT HEARING YOU GUYS PERFORM. I KNEW YOU WERE GOOD WITH MUSIC, CHARLES, BUT TO THINK THAT YOU COULD PLAY THAT WELL… THAT WAS AMAZING, Henry said, smiling at him.

“It was all thanks to our music trainers,” Charles said. The cab approached the curb as they piled in, a bit tired as they headed home, the music from earlier stuck in their heads.

- - - - -

Theodore and CJ were in the alleyway, watching the crowd of people disperse as Theodore sighed.

“I don’t understand. If these androids are not living their ideal life, how come they look happier then us?” CJ asked.

“You know exactly why that’s the answer. I just hope I can convince Daxton of the same thing…” Theodore said, “I’m just scared is all. What if we’re doing this whole Project SAI thing for nothing? What do we even have to gain from it?”

“Money? Power?” CJ said.

“But wouldn’t it better if you could be a little more independent like them?” Theodore said, “Without those obnoxious doctors breathing down your neck?”

“Well, they know what’s best so-”

“So what?” Theodore said, “If they told you to jump off a cliff would you?” CJ shook their head as Theodore sighed.

“I thought so,” Theodore muttered, hearing a ringing in his ears.

Speak of the devils…

“Theodore, report on your findings,” Dr. Daffodil said.

“They were just playing a concert or whatever. Not my kinda scene to be honest. I prefer metal,” Theodore said.

“And the performers were androids?” she asked.

“Only Unit CC and Unit AM. Amelia and Charles as they call themselves,” Theodore said.

“Hmm… interesting. Maybe they’re trying to start this band as a way to garner favor for free will for all androids!” Dr. Daffodil said.

“Or they were just bored and wanted to do something beside fight us!” Theodore said.

“You say that like we’re the bad guys!” Theodore desperately wanted to say that he did feel like, for the first time ever, they really were the bad guys. Stealing all sorts of computer parts, breaking and entering restricted areas, continuing a terrible project under the nose of the government forces was enough to make him feel dirty on the inside.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Theodore said, “I’ll report back to HQ with the video footage and you can see for yourself what this is.”

“Fine, fine. But be quick! You weren’t supposed to be out for this long and who knows who might have seen you and Unit CJ. Daffodil out.” As Dr. Daffodil hung up the phone, Theodore let out a long sigh as CJ looked at him curiously.

“Are we heading out then?” CJ asked.

“Yep, pretty much,” Theodore said. The two of them disappeared into the alleyway, heading back to Site B. But Theodore felt something eating away at him, something that he needed to take care of.

Maybe if I can convince Daxton… maybe… maybe we can scrap this awful idea and move onto something better.

Not just for me, but for them as well.

[jackfrostsdaughter]

Ultimately DBDA is a show about healing. Niko needs to heal her relationship with her mother, Crystal needs to heal her relationship with her family, Jenny needs to heal her relationship with herself. Charles needs to heal from his past and Edwin needed to heal from years of repression and trauma. Litterally everyone is just so broken when they meet each other.

Not only have we seen through Monty that Charles can very much be jealous of Edwin’s relationships with others without realizing his feelings, but I also don’t think that jealousy would work particularly well with the show’s main theme.

Edwin needs to be able to form bonds with others. As far as I can tell, even before he died Edwin was lonely. We know that at the very least, Simon and his group bullied him while he was at school, and he seemed to have a distant relationship with his parents at best. It very well could be that Charles was Edwin’s first, and for a long time, only friend. He’s come a long, long way since the first episode, but I doubt that his journey is completely over.

Now that he’s no longer repressing his feelings for Charles, I think Edwin needs to explore relationships with others. Maybe it’s another ghost boy. Maybe he and the Cat King have a fling. Who knows? Maybe Charle’s is jealous of that fact, but by no means would it be a turning point for him.

Charles on the other hand, has a lot of healing left to do before he can even really think about what he wants his relationship to be. Edwin may be nearing the narrative end of journey, but Charles is just beginning his.

He sees his father in himself still. He thinks of himself as this inherently violent being, I think that there is a good part of him is afraid that if he were to get into a relationship with Edwin, he’d end up doing the exact same thing his dad did to him and his dad. In his mind, love like that is still inherently intertwined with violence.

Putting aside heteronormativity and whatever homophobia he’s internalized via being a queer kid in the 80s, Charles has to deal with that trauma. He has to reach a point where he realizes that while both he, and his father are capable of great acts of violence (as all people are) his father chose to hurt the people he loved, and just as he chose to hurt, Charles can choose not too. He needs some form of reassurance that abuse victims are not doomed to become abusers. Until he does this, I don’t think he can really even think of starting any kind of new relationship with Edwin. He’s too afraid he’ll fuck it up; that he’ll hurt Edwin, the very same person he’s spent decades trying to protect.

I don’t know how they’ll do that, but I don’t think jealousy is an effective conduit to do so. It could make an intreating minor conflict for an episode, but it’s certainly not a turning point..

I keep seeing people say that they want to see Edwin be with someone else and that jealousy is what makes Charles finally realize he loves him back, but I really don't want to see that.. I just don't like the idea of Edwin starting to build something new with someone else and then Charles just coming in to tear it down because he finally realizes his feelings, like that seems so selfish and uncharacteristic of Charles.. also like how sad for whoever Edwin was seeing if that happened.. like Monty all over again. I also don't think Edwin would be ready to try to genuinely date someone else that soon after his confession. Like he's been in love with Charles for 30 years and Charles just said "we have literally forever to figure out what the rest means" and you don't think Edwin would at least give him a few years to see what they figure out before trying to date someone else?

That being said, what I WOULD like to see is them build on the confidence that Edwin gained from his interactions with the Cat King. I'd like to see Edwin experimenting with being more flirty. I want to see him flirt with random guys and I want to see him flirt with Charles. I think Charles idolizes Edwin in a way and I think it can be hard to see someone you so look up to as a romantic prospect for yourself and I think Charles seeing Edwin be flirty is what could realistically make Charles realize that he wants Edwin in that way.

Obviously I think Charles is already in love with Edwin, but I think he's too focused on "respect and protect" to realize it (and of course heteronormativity obviously isn't helping).

[m00nz-writes]

On The Hunt (The Clash of Worlds chap 4)

Summary: Just when things seem to be going right, they all go horribly wrong.

"I've never heard of a demon named Shaw." Alyssa muttered irritably as she paced the motel room, her arms crossed as she, Olivia, Peter, and Sarah met with Sam and Dean.

"Shaw sounds like a familiar name." Sam commented as Olivia nodded.

"Sebastian Shaw." she said as he looked over at her. "Sebastian Shaw was... a terrorist I helped the X-Men fight when they were first formed." she explained as Dean looked over at her and raised an eyebrow.

"You mean back in the sixties?" he asked while Liv nodded.

"I'm a lot older than I look," she admitted while he nodded and looked over at Sam. "I highly doubt it's really Shaw though... he never cared about me. I wasn't the one he was after."

"That's not entirely true." Sam commented as she looked over at him. "Didn't he come to you before the professor?" he asked as she raised an eyebrow at him, making him laugh a little awkwardly. "Sorry... I used to love the Uncanny X-Men..."

"It's okay." Liv shook her head and offered a small smile. "Most people do..." she trailed off as she tried to remember, her eyebrows furrowing. "And... he did... Sebastian Shaw came to me first... but then Charles and Erik came to me and..."

"You fell in love with the good professor." Dean commented, making her frown a little as she looked up at him. "But you assumed he only loved the other lady, so you ran away."

"Dean." Lyss warned as Liv looked away from him.

"I couldn't take Charles down with me... I was lost and... I still am... I thought he'd be better off with Moira..." she murmured before Peter wrapped his arm around her and gave her a reassuring squeeze as Sarah placed a gentle hand on her arm.

"Well, if it is somehow Sebastian Shaw. Then someone brought him back from the dead. Or he's really a demon now."

"An evil piece of shit like him? Sounds about fucking right." Lyss growled, shaking her head. "Well, if he's a demon, we'll hunt him down and kill him."

"Not so fast, shortstack." Dean said firmly, standing up when she looked up at him. "This may not be your run-of-the-mill demon. If he is a demon, he has something to finish...that could be a problem between Olivia and him."

"What if he wants Xavier?" Sarah commented worriedly, her eyebrows furrowed. "If he's using Olivia... he probably thought she'd run to him."

"That could be it." Sam confirmed, picking up old newspapers he'd collected before they'd arrived. "If Shaw is back from the dead... either as a human or as a demon, he could be going after Xavier... or Magneto." he said as Liv's expression softened and she looked at the tall hunter.

"Erik..." she whispered before standing up. "If someone is after Erik... someone should tell him."

"He's a terrorist." Dean spat bitterly before Liv looked at him.

"He's traumatized and afraid of humanity!" she defended, worry taking over her form as she brought her hands to her chest. "We all are... he just chose to go about it all wrong..."

"You let me handle Magneto." Alyssa said firmly as Sarah joined her, holding her arm gently. "You go inform Charles. He needs to know too." she said as Liv looked down, too scared to face Charles after all this time.

"Hey... it'll be okay." Peter reassured her, putting a hand on her back as she looked over to him.

"We'll come with you." Sam added, giving the mutant a comforting smile as she smiled back a little and nodded.

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"Why are we trying to talk to this guy?" Benny asked nervously as they walked deeper into the woods, following Alyssa as she tracked where all the energy was coming from. "He's a terrorist, Lyss!" he added as the shorter teen looked back at him.

"But Olivia's worried about him." she said as he grimaced and looked to Ethan for help, but the Seer just shrugged, seemingly giving up on trying to reason with Alyssa. Sarah followed close behind Alyssa, nervously holding her hand as the girls walked together.

"It's getting late." Ethan commented, hoping to convince Lyss to turn back, but she was determined.

"If you want to go back to the motel, be my gues.," she said as the boys looked at each other and thought about it before they realized how deep they were in the woods. They approached her and walked beside her when they came to some kind of camp. Lyss made the others stop as she cautiously approached, stepping into the camp as the mutants all turned to look at her in disbelief, as if they could tell she wasn't one of them.

"Who are you?" a blonde man asked as Liv stared at him for a moment before crossing her arms.

"Alyssa Redgrave. I was sent by Olivia Howlett," she said bluntly as he scowled at her. "I need to speak to Magneto... it's important." she said more seriously before the guards forced the trio into the camp, Sarah glaring at one of the guards as he accidentally poked her in the side with his gun.

"Watch it!" she hissed as Benny and Ethan hid behind her.

"We're not a threat...we're just high school students." Alyssa added as he scowled at her.

"Oh yeah?" he asked before he raised his hand and flames came out of the device on his hand while Lyss raised her brow at him.

"Do it, flame boy." she taunted as he gritted his teeth.

"Pyro, stand down." Magneto said, approaching them as the blonde reluctantly did so and stepped away. Magneto looked down at the teenager and smiled softly, admiring her appearance in an almost fatherly way as Lyss stared up at him. "You look so much like your father, Alyssa."

"You know me...?" Lyss asked quietly and he nodded.

"Of course. It's hard not to hear about a Nephilim running around New York killing whatever lurks in the dark." he commented with a playful grin as she nodded slightly.

"Well... I would never hurt a mutant that wasn't a threat..." she admitted as he nodded.

"That's what I've always admired about you." he admitted before he looked at the guards and motioned for them to stand back. They did so, walking away as Sarah and the boys calmed down. "What brings you here?"

"We're concerned that Sebastian Shaw has somehow been brought back to life," she said as his eyebrows furrowed. "He wants to hurt Olivia..." she added as his expression softened as soon as he heard the name.

"So the little badger is still out there..." he said quietly, looking over at Pyro and motioning for him to leave before placing a hand on Alyssa's back and walking with her. "And how can you be so sure?"

"It's just a hunch...but when a demon is pushed to the limit, they squeal." Lyss explained, looking up at him. "And if it's true and Shaw is back... then not only is Olivia in danger, but Charles as well."

"Charles being in danger is not uncommon." Erik commented while Lyss looked up at him and frowned a little.

"You should never turn your back on someone you love." she commented as he looked down at her and smiled softly.

"You sound just like Olivia..." he commented before he sighed.

"I know you two have a troubled history, but if this is Shaw... we may need both of you." she said as he nodded and looked down at her.

"Olivia's worried about me, isn't she?"

"She still cares about you." Lyss assured him with a small smile. "You're very important to her."

"And she's very important to me too..." he trailed off and looked back at Alyssa's friends, watching them for a moment before looking at her. "And you have people that are important to you."

"I do." she nodded, looking at them with a smile before looking back at the mutant. "Olivia was willing to vouch for you, so I'm willing to trust that you won't turn on us... I'd hate to have to hurt you." she admitted as he chuckled and smiled at her.

"You're just like your father." he teased before motioning for Pyro to follow him as Lyss watched them leave. "We'll see you." he said as she walked back to the group and looked at them.

"He was much scarier in the comics..." Ethan whispered as Benny nodded.

"He's just an old guy." Benny added as Sarah rolled her eyes and groaned before walking out of the camp as Lyss giggled and forced the boys to follow her.

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Alyssa watched as the Impala pulled into the parking lot, releasing smoke from her lungs as it parked and Olivia got out of the car with Peter following close behind. Sam and Dean left as well before another woman got out of the car and looked toward the motel before her eyes fell on Alyssa.

"You must be Alyssa Redgrave," the woman said as she approached her and Lyss nodded, offering her hand as the older woman shook it with a small smile. "I'm Ororo Munroe." she said as Liv joined them.

"Storm wanted to meet you herself... to discuss what was going on." Liv explained as the hunter looked up at the woman before dropping her cigarette and stubbing it out with her boot.

"Why not the professor?"

"Well, he wanted to meet you. But I'm afraid he's too busy at the moment." Storm admitted before Benny stumbled out of his and Alyssa's room and stared at Storm with wide eyes.

"You... you're... you're Storm...!" he exclaimed as the woman smiled a little and nodded. "Holy shit, it's Storm!" he said in a higher voice as he looked at Alyssa and Olivia with a big smile.

"This is doofus number one. My boyfriend, Benny." Lyss said with a smile and a giggle. "Ignore him... he's a doofus." she joked as Storm chuckled softly.

"You're one of my favorite X-Men!" Benny said before Alyssa pushed herself off the beam she was leaning against and turned him around, leading him back into the room.

"How about you go to sleep, dummy?" she teased as he looked back and waved at Storm as she smiled and shook her head. Lyss closed the door and looked at Sam as he nodded and walked to his and Dean's room, unlocking the door as they all went inside.

"He seems sweet." Storm commented as Lyss laughed.

"Well, when he's not being a brainless jerk, he is." she admitted before leaning against the table, making sure not to disturb anything on it, knowing how Sam worked. Peter walked over to the chair and sat down while Liv sat on one of the arms, looking over at the group as the brothers sat at the table.

"How sure are you that this is Sebastian Shaw, Alyssa?" Storm asked softly as Lyss sighed.

"I've interrogated enough demons to know what really makes them tick," she admitted, looking at the mutant in front of her. "If you push them far enough, they'll tell you anything you want to know. And it's usually the truth," she added with a shrug. "If this is Sebastian Shaw, then someone or something brought him back... and he's clearly after something."

"He knew how important Arthur's hat was to Olivia." Sam added as Storm nodded and sighed, rubbing her hands together with furrowed brows.

"Whatever comes, we're here to help." Lyss assured her, looking up at her and smiling a little.

"Thank you, Alyssa," she said quietly as Lyss nodded. "The Professor can't fight back like he used to... but if we can work together... it should be easier."

"We can." Olivia assured her, getting up from the chair. "I..." she trailed off, furrowing her brow. "I ran away once... I won't run again," she said as Storm looked back at her. "I helped Charles beat Shaw once, and I know we can beat him again."

"Exactly." Lyss smiled as the mutant looked over at her and smiled back.

"We can help too." Dean added as the group looked at him. "If he's a demon, that's Sammy and I's specialty."

"See, we are a twisted little team." Lyss joked, smiling at Storm and Olivia as Peter stood and walked over to Liv, putting a hand on her back. "But I want to be sure we know what we're getting into...and I think I know he can help." she said before quickly leaving the room as Storm followed her, heading for another room as Lyss knocked on the door. The door opened as Ethan looked out before his eyes widened as he saw Storm with Alyssa, quickly slamming the door as Lyss scowled and knocked more irritably before Sarah opened the door.

"You're overreacting," she claimed before looking out at Lyss and smiling before looking up at Storm. "I love your hair." she said as the woman smiled.

"Thank you. Yours is beautiful too." she commented as the vampire smiled and offered to let them in. Ethan watched from a corner as he stared at Storm with wide eyes and Lyss sighed.

"That's doofus number two," she muttered as Storm chuckled. "Approach, doofus." Lyss said as he nervously walked over to them. "Let's skip the whole 'omg it's Storm' BS. I need your help."

"Wi-with what...?" he asked nervously, looking at Lyss as she sighed and rubbed her forehead.

"You know how we used our abilities together once...? Your whole mind thing and my spirit connection?" she asked as he raised an eyebrow.

"That's not what they're called... but yeah..." he said as she nodded.

"We have to do that shit again." she said as he laughed nervously.

"The last time we did it was... kind of an accident..." he mumbled and she rolled her eyes.

"Accident or not. We need to make sure we know what we're dealing with!" she complained. "Now let's just do it!" she hissed while Ethan looked between the two women before looking back at Lyss.

"Can we do this without an audience?" he asked as Lyss sighed. Sarah nodded and headed for the door before Storm followed and they stepped outside as Ethan sighed and climbed onto the bed. Lyss joined him and lay down, resting her head in his lap as he placed his hands on either side of her head. "Are you sure?" he asked as she nodded and looked up at him.

"I wouldn't ask if I didn't trust you." she assured him before he nodded and pressed his fingers lightly against her temples as she closed her eyes and relaxed as much as she could. She began to fall asleep as he connected with her and helped her find what she needed.

Alyssa opened her eyes and gasped as she looked towards Ethan, seeing him standing next to her as they stood together in a warehouse. Lyss looked towards where the hat was and her eyebrows furrowed before she heard footsteps behind them and she turned to face the man as he approached her and she shot awake with a gasp, forcing Ethan to come to as well as he looked down at her.

"Are you okay?!" he asked as she sat up and nodded, breathing heavily.

"Yeah... yeah... just..." she trailed off, looking over at him. "Did you feel that? When we were there?"

"Yeah... he was really strong..." he murmured as she nodded and sighed. "Are you sure we can handle him...?"

"We have no choice, Ethan." Lyss muttered before she stood up and went to the door, opening it before finding herself back in the warehouse, her eyes widening as she looked around frantically, looking behind her to see the motel room was gone. "E?!" she screamed as she put her hands out to feel for anything behind her, hoping it was just an illusion.

"You made a mistake getting involved in this." a man said as Lyss turned quickly to face him, seeing the same man from the dream as she backed away in fear.

"Shaw..." she whispered as he stared at her sternly. "We just want the hat back..."

"And you will die trying to get it back." he taunted as he approached her and she felt as if she was frozen in place.

"Alyssa!" Sarah screamed, forcing Lyss out of her dream state as she looked around, breathing heavily and looking at Sarah before hugging her tightly. Sarah returned the hug, holding her as Lyss grounded herself and took deep breaths to calm herself. "What was that?"

"Shaw used my abilities against me..." Lyss murmured as Storm placed a gentle hand on her back. "If he's this powerful as a demon..."

"Maybe we should let Sam and Dean handle this." Sarah suggested, pulling back to gently hold Alyssa's arms.

"No. I can do this... he's just messing with me." she assured her, shaking her head. "I've fought worse than him and won..." she admitted before walking back to her room, unlocking the door and heading inside as Sarah sighed.

"You okay?" Benny asked as Lyss nodded, taking off the coat and placing it on the table, taking off her tank top as well as the brunette looked over her. "Lyss," he said gently as he stood up and walked over to her, placing his hands on her waist as she looked up at him and placed her hands gently on his chest. "What happened?”

"Nothing... just typical demon shit..." she murmured before he leaned down to kiss her gently. She placed a hand on his cheek as she returned the kiss, leaning into him a little as the kiss lingered. Slowly pulling away, she smiled a little, looking up at him as she tangled her fingers behind his neck, admiring the spell master before her. "You're awfully affectionate..." she murmured, smiling up at him as he laughed softly and pulled her a little closer.

"Maybe I'd just like to kiss you." he commented with a playful grin as she raised her eyebrows and hummed, pulling him closer to her level.

"Oh yeah? Nothing else on your mind?" she teased in return before he laughed and picked her up, carrying her to the bed as she giggled and held onto him before he laid her on the bed.

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"We could spend forever looking for that damn warehouse." Erica commented as Alyssa sighed and leaned against the wall.

"Somehow he's preventing me from tracking him." Lyss admitted, shaking her head. "I'm sure Uncle Cas wouldn't be able to track him either."

"So we're just going to hunt down a warehouse we're not even sure Shaw and the hat are in?" Benny asked, before Lyss felt something approaching and stood up quickly. "What?" he asked before a creature appeared in front of them and shrieked.

"Witch!" Lyss shouted as the group became frantic at the thought of having to deal with another witch. Alyssa pulled out her weapons and shot at the woman, but she dodged each bullet effortlessly, teleporting and laughing at the teenager as she gritted her teeth. The others tried to attack the witch before she cast a spell to send them all back. Alyssa screamed as she felt someone grab her and shield her from the impact, landing on top of another on the concrete. She panicked and looked to see who had saved her, her eyes widening when she saw Jesse.

"I hate witches..." he muttered as they both stood up. The witch laughed at them before opening a portal behind them and sending them through, making them both scream as they fell through the portal before emerging in the middle of the sky. Alyssa screamed as she desperately tried to transform but couldn't because she was too scared. She closed her eyes tightly as she accepted the terribly painful impact that was about to come as she felt Jesse wrap his arms around her and take flight. She held on tightly as he landed on the ground and sighed heavily as they looked around.

"Where are we?" Lyss hissed, still holding his arm as his eyebrows furrowed and he looked down at her.

"I don't know... it's like New York," he said, putting his hand on her back as they began to walk down the street before they saw a sign. "Limbo City..."

"Limbo City?" she repeated, her eyebrows furrowing before they both heard a loud screech. Lyss swore to herself as she stumbled a little and looked around, not being able to see what was making the sound, but she definitely felt it before she felt the world shift around her and she grabbed Jesse, causing him to look at her.

"Lyss?" he asked worriedly, holding her hands before she suddenly disappeared from view and he looked around worriedly as she began to panic, staring at the vampire as she tried to grab him but her hands just kept gliding through him as if she wasn't even there.

"Jesse...!" she said nervously, panicking even more before she heard the screech again and turned to see the demon.

All her years of fighting demons hadn't prepared her for what she saw. It was worse than any demon she'd ever seen before; almost nine feet tall, with decay covering its entire body. It had large, bulging eyes and a jaw that hung open, revealing sharp teeth covered in blood and flesh, the sight causing Lyss to scream in horror at the creature that was worse than any demon or ghost she'd ever encountered. Her scream seemed to echo through the worlds, reaching Jesse as he frantically looked around, shouting her name, desperately trying to find her.

"Alyssa!" he shouted as she stumbled away from the demon, terror gripping her as it approached and bared it's teeth. She reached for her weapon, screaming as the demon snatched her up and held her in a tight grip that made her bones scream for release, the tight grip only serving to make it harder for her to break free.

"Get your filthy fucking claws off her!" an unfamiliar voice shouted as a shot rang out and the demon released her, causing her to fall through the air before someone caught her and brought her safely to the ground. She breathed heavily as she looked around frantically, her eyes wide as she looked up at the man.

He was tall, about 6'2" or so. He was also undeniably handsome, with a faux hawk and a very muscular build that was hidden by the long trench coat he was wearing. He had a prominent scar over his right eye. The one thing Alyssa couldn't see, but definitely felt, was how incredibly strong he was. His energy was stronger than any she'd ever felt... it was similar to her own.

"Who...?" she started before the demon shrieked and tried to charge at them before they both drew their weapons and aimed at it as they both shot it down and it exploded in a grotesque mess of blood and ash. Lyss grimaced as the demon disintegrated and the world around them shifted again, allowing them to see what was going on in the human world. They both lowered their weapons as Lyss let out a shaky breath and looked back at her saviour before noticing the amulet around his neck.

It was similar to the Perfect Amulet she'd seen her father wearing in old family portraits... when he was in his late twenties. Her eyes slowly rose to the man, staring at him as the dots began to connect. She stared at him, eyes wide, as he looked over at her and raised his eyebrows.

"How did you get to Limbo?" he asked as her eyebrows furrowed.

"What...?" she said quietly before blinking a few times and perking up. "Oh... we were sent here."

"Not the city." he snapped, making her jump in surprise. "Limbo. The demon world." he corrected, stepping closer to her, clearly suspicious of her.

"I-I'm a Nephilim." she said nervously, trying to back away before stumbling slightly and catching herself. "My mom's an angel and my dad's a half-human, half-devil..."

"You're a Nephilim too?" he asked, still not believing her as she nodded before standing up straight and taking off her jacket.

"You might want to stand back..." she said quietly as he frowned and stood back. She took a deep breath, the wings slowly growing from her back as a grimace appeared on her face. Her wings spread out when they were done growing and the man stared at her in shock as her wings folded against her back. "I'm like you."

"I don't have wings," he murmured as she laughed and smiled a little.

"Maybe you're just not strong enough." she joked as he glared at her. "My mother is an archangel. That means I'm not only a Nephilim, but an incredibly strong one." she explained as the man frowned.

"There are female archangels?" he asked as she hummed and nodded.

"Only one. Ophiel." she confirmed. "I'm Alyssa."

"Dante." he replied gruffly before Jesse finally found them and ran over to punch the other nephilim before he whirled around and grabbed his fist, throwing him over his shoulder and pulling out his gun, pointing it at his face as the vampire growled and bared his fangs.

"Wait!" Lyss shouted, running over and holding Dante's arm up as he glared at her. "Jesse's with me! He's just... overprotective!" she said as the man took a deep breath before glaring at the vampire.

"You're friends with a fucking freak like that?" he hissed, releasing Jesse and approaching Lyss as she backed away nervously.

"Dante, please..." she said nervously as he glared at her. "Jesse is a vampire, not a demon! He's no threat to any of us!"

"But he's a threat to everyone else!" he shouted as she grimaced.

"Screw you too!" Jesse shouted in response.

"Shut up!" Alyssa and Dante shouted in unison, causing the vampire to close his mouth and frown.

"He won't hurt anyone else!" Lyss hissed, glaring at Dante. "He's actually made a lot of progress!"

"And you believe that?!" Dante shouted as she started to get angry, screaming as she swung at him. He stumbled a little as she hit him, glaring at her as he ran towards her, grabbing her fist as she tried to hit him again. She struggled against him before pulling out a gun and placing it under his chin as he pressed his gun to her temple. "Put it down!" he shouted as she glared at him, biting the inside of her cheek. "Alyssa!" he shouted before she dropped the gun and sighed as she watched him do the same.

"I'm still here." Jesse said sarcastically before Lyss turned and punched him on the arm, making him grimace a little.

"Stay out of this, you idiot!" she hissed as he scowled at her. "Dante, I told you he's not a problem!"

"And you expect me to just believe that?" he snapped, glaring at her.

"You don't have to believe it, but it's the truth," she said sternly as the older man sighed heavily. "Listen dude, we need help."

"Well, I can't help you." he said, drawing an exasperated groan from her. "I don't know what the hell you want me to say, kid."

"Please!" Lyss cried, grabbing his arm before he could walk away. He pulled himself away and frowned at her.

"You're shit out of luck with me." He said firmly as she glared at him. He pulled away from her and walked down the street as she stood there watching him helplessly as Jesse ran over to her.

"Now what?" he muttered, standing next to her as she frowned.

"Uncle Cas!" she screamed, looking around as Jesse looked at her in disbelief. "Castiel!" she yelled, stamping her foot before they both heard a noise behind them.

"There you are." He said gruffly as they both turned to face him, Jesse's eyes widening as he had never seen Castiel in person before. "How did you get here?"

"A witch." Lyss said bluntly. "Take us back."

"I can't." He shook his head, staring at the teenager with slight annoyance. "I can't just send you back to our world from here."

"Well, why not?" she hissed, glaring at her uncle.

"Because I don't have the power."

"You are a Seraphim! Seraphim are the highest choir of angels, so why can't you?"

"I wish I could, but I can't," he admitted with a sympathetic look. "We need to find the witch who caused this so you can go home."

"This is bullshit!" Alyssa screamed, kicking a stone as the angel looked at the vampire who was still staring at him.

"What?" he asked as the vampire scoffed.

"I've never seen an angel in real life before."

"You are looking at a vessel. My true form could destroy you." He commented, earning a snicker from the brunette.

"Of course it would..." he murmured, shaking his head. "I guess Alyssa hasn't seen your true form yet, huh?"

"Of course I have!" she hissed, glaring up at him. "I'm a fucking Nephilim, and a rare one at that! I'm one of the few creatures who can see the true form of an Angel without fucking imploding." She growled, shaking her head as the vampire huffed.

"Don't yell at me, okay?!" he snapped back, glaring at her. "I didn't get us into this situation, so cut the crap!"

"If it wasn't for you, Dante might have actually helped!" she shouted, shoving him as he tried to grab her arms.

"Now it's my fucking fault?"

"Yes! It is!"

"Stop it!" Castiel shouted, causing them both to stop fighting as they looked at him. "Yelling at each other won't help. We need to find this witch because she's here in this world."

"What...?" Alyssa whispered, her eyebrows furrowed.

"When Ethan told me that you two had been sent to another dimension, I started tracking the witch." He explained, moving closer to her. "When witches use magic, they leave a trail. And I followed that trail here. That's why I was able to come to your aid."

"And where is it?"

"The trail was dead when I arrived." He admitted as Alyssa and Jesse both sighed heavily.

"Now what?" the vampire complained, rubbing his face as Castiel shrugged.

"We start looking."

[lushlovers]

Jamie, J Burrow

summary; he just misses her.

warnings; heavy angst, alcohol abuse, swearing, mentions of bars and driving under the influence, talk of loss of loved one's. all around sad stuff.

word count; 1k

note; this is inspired by one of my favorite songs at the moment, Jamie by Zach Bryan ft. Charles Wesley Godwin, feel free to listen as you read for the best experience. i did cut it short because i'm not killing off joe, sue me.

please let me know if i missed anything in the warnings and if any of the warnings mentioned above may even slightly trigger you, please skip this work. there will be a fluffy one-shot of the burrow's coming soon for those who choose not to read. <333

There ain't much a war when it's 4:34 With the man you were before that bar door.

This Joe wasn't who he used to be. Drowning his sorrows in whiskey or any hard alcohol he could get his lips on was never his way of grief. Never had he ever been such a heavy drinker in all of his time in this world. He doesn't even like to drink. But love drives people to do the unimaginable, unfortunately for him, Joe Burrow was no exception to that fact.

No one loves you enough to give you a ride and your cars sittin' right outside, Oh, Jamie

Given the time no one was answering his calls and he wasn't in the right might set to find any friends who were willing to go with him and be the designated driver. Joe's made a few mistakes in his life, drunk driving was never on the list of those. He learned from a young age that was never a good decision.

Keep your tires between the ditches And your eyes peeled on the road.

Unknowingly, Joe swerved the expensive BMW that used to belong to his wife, driving it gave him a slight sense of relief. He used to always drive it, never alone though, she always in the passenger seat. She never liked being away from him, always loving just being in his presence.

There's two more minutes before you're back home.

The bar he chose to drown his feelings in drinking at was just seven minutes from their his expensive home. Going back there was always dreaded, especially knowing the one he once loved wouldn't be snuggled up in his clothes waiting on his arrival. He's not sure how he's driven the five minutes, his minds more clouded by liquor than it's ever been.

Don't 103 feel so free? You always loved the revelry Oh, Jamie

His wife was always one to get him out of his comfort zones, introducing him to new things. One thing she could never get him into was partying. She always used to tell him about the parties she had went to when they were back in high school, Joe never could imagine jeopardizing his nearly spotless career, so he settling for story telling.

The flashing red and blue in a cracked rear view.

"Goddammit," he murmured, pressing his foot down a bit harder as the cop's light flashes along his clammy face. As if his life could get anymore difficult, the last thing he needs is a DUI charge against him. The cracks of her rear view mirror obstructed his line of sight ever so slightly, he remembers the call he got from her stressed about the crack in her mirror. He was quick to reassure that it was the cold or something.

He remembers the smile he once owned.

Joe used to be the happiest man on the planet. He had a great upbringing, the perfect wife, a baby on the way, anything a man could ever ask for and then some. There was almost never any complaints from him about anything. He was simply content all the time. He used to smile until his cheeks would hurt, now the only expression he made was when the burn of his drink of choice hit him.

But he ain't gonna stop for any cop, from here to damn near Wichita County.

If he gets caught in this act. his excuse'll be that there was no where to pull off. There's no way he could pull him over in this area, maybe he'll understand how close he is to the neighborhood? What Joe couldn't seem the grasp was the fact that he was driving so dangerously, the cop who saw him to he was out of his mind and needed to be stopped immediately.

I'll go tonight, boys. I don't mean no harm. I just miss my lovin' lady and layin' in her arms. (2x)

The only thing his mind was on was her and the baby girl who he never got to properly meet or hold. His girls.

'Cause there's a tombstone hidden in a place that he don't visit.

Every time he took the tiny dirt road back to the secluded place he chose to lay them, his heart broke impossibly more. Life could never be the same for him, everyone knew it. The funeral gutted him from the inside out, seeing her their completely lifeless made his breath catch. Panic set in pretty quickly and all he saw was black.

Where the love of his life was laid to rest, he'll make it there by dusk that is where they'll draw their guns, Oh, Jamie.

He felt heavy, like he was carrying burden on him at all times or maybe he was the burden. His eyes blurred with tears that he was quick to wipe away. The blue and red lights followed him the entire way to his destination, no shock there though.

Cause this life ain't worth livin' if the love that you've been given is taken before you are.

There was nothing left for him. No one to come home to, no one to call his own, no one to run his mouth about to his friends. nothing, just a canyon in not only his heart but his soul. Nothing could fill this, no amount of booze or therapy could fix the pain he felt at this time. He's tried it all and failed every single fucking time.

Now Jamie is dancin' and spinnin' around his baby in the stars.

He had this analogy. That they were watching him, dancing around in the clouds and painting every sunset to keep him going. Even the simplest of tasks felt impossible in his situation.

I'll go tonight, boys. I don't mean no harm. I just miss my lovin' lady and layin' in her arms. (2x)

[avastyetwats]

Flint snorted when he mentioned possibly fucking him instead of Eleanor. "Maybe, but it would've been only a matter of time before you went back to her. Tell me I'm wrong." She could simply bat her eyelashes at him and he'd be back in her arms within seconds. Or if she needed a favor, he'd be right there at her side ready to serve. "And you were always so fucking ready to kill me for simply speaking to her. Even when she was the one to initiate. You could not stand it whenever she chose to pay me attention rather than you." It was pathetic, really, but perhaps Charles knew that now. Perhaps he would see that she did not give a fuck about him, certainly not near as much as he cared about her. Or as much as Flint cared for Charles. "But since we're being honest with one another now," he wondered how Charles would react to this. "There were times I - in a manner of speaking - persuaded Eleanor to give me her undivided attention while completely ignoring you." Then he grins. "I eventually realized you weren't only jealous of Eleanor giving her attention to me, but rather giving my attention to her instead of you." He chuckles, looking him in the eyes again as his nails pressed into his chest, half tempted to pierce and make him bleed. "Pure jealousy on both our ends, it would seem."

Touching him like this, he could feel the arousal flowing through his veins. He could even smell it. The blood within him pumping furiously, especially down south where he swears he can feel him throb. He not only enjoyed Flint's jealousy, but his wanting to claim him. To make him his in every way that truly mattered. He wanted to be claimed, he wanted Flint to make it so he cared for no one else, especially that blond cunt that strung him along for far too fucking long. He wanted to be fucked and bred, he wanted to be bitten and devoured and he would be. Oh, he fucking would be.

But then he felt him become angry again at the subject of the mutiny and the men responsible. Only to mention slavery and his demeanor seemed to change. It wasn't just anger he felt, but... pain. Misery and sorrow. It made Flint wonder more about his past, which was mostly a mystery to the redhead, but one he hoped to unravel. He knew some about him, but not everything. Not even close to, it seemed. And Charles didn't know much about him in return. The scent of his blood filled Flint's nostrils and he looked down at the source, concern in his eyes. Without thinking, he took Charles's hand and brought it to his lips, licking the trail of blood that started at his wrist and closing his lips around the open wound, sucking lightly on it with a moan. He locked eyes with him just then as he drank from his palm, as he practically made love to it - meant to comfort and reassure him -, and once satisfied, once his wound had mostly closed, Flint lowered it back to his side and smiled a bloody smile as he licked his lips cleaned.

He wondered if Charles would jump him right then, but instead of doing so, he went back to cleaning the mess and Flint smiled proudly at him. "Good boy," he praised with a low hum, eyes drinking in his partner as he kneeled and bent to gather the pieces thrown around. Gods, he couldn't wait to see him bent over for other reasons and the sooner they cleaned up this mess, the sooner he could reward him by doing just that. "You'll be well fed tonight, mi incipiente." He smirked, his tone very suggestive, clearly having more than one meaning behind his words.

Charles was still so hungry, not only for more blood, but for Flint. He wanted to see what lay beneath his clothing, the body he’d only imagined about. He found sharing blood together already the hottest thing he’d ever done. He got a rush when he killed, more adrenaline than he had as a human and he wanted more. He wanted to experience it all with Flint.

He was a little frustrated at how he simply stood there, but finally he ran his hand over his body and spoke. “ You could have taken advantage of me. “ He purred, running his nose over his lips in a nuzzle, before lifting his head. Flint continued and he had the perfect response, smirking. “ Maybe I would have fucked you instead of that blonde cunt. “ He drew his hands up over his chest and up his shoulders, squeezing.

But then he laughed softly as he mentioned Jack. “ Sounds like pure jealousy.. “ He growled. Fuck it was hot how he wanted to claim him, how angry he sounded at the thought of anyone else having him. But then he mentioned the mutiny and his eyes frew dark, turning away from him and looking to the bodies on the ground. “ Fucking cunts. “ His eyes flared. “ We have to make sure there aren’t more. Mutinous bastards are the lowest form of scum, perhaps lower than slavers. “

He paused, and looked away with thought. “ No. There is nothing lower than that. “ He clenched his fist. He wondered if in this new vampire form his scar went away, or if he still had the branding mark. Flint knew nothing he guessed of where he came from. Not many did. Now since his emotions were running high after the change, his anger flared again. He dug his sharp nails into his flesh and started to bleed in thought of the memory.

“ Come on. Let’s get this shit cleaned up. “ Now he was determined to get the bodies together, and went to collecting them. “ Let’s get rid of them. There will be more bodies tonight. “ He promised. Charles still needed to feed.

[simonrileysprettywife]

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐅𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬 | 𝐏𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Summary: Aspen gets the "Star tear disease" cause Pierre is dumb and doesn't realize she likes him.

Warnings: fem!reader with name, no uses of Y/N, Leclerc's sister, Star tear disease ([Japanese folklore] fictional disease, victim cries golden tears when suffering from unrequited love), angst, cursing, unrequited love, Pierre is dumb.

Note: This is pure fiction, don't get pressed about it and enjoy it, also english is not my first language so i'm sorry for any typo error.

Note 2: This is my first Tumblr fic so if you like it please repost it, you would help me a lot <3

Note 3: My requests are open always <3

Word Count: 3.7 k words

Aspen has been in love with her best friend since she can remember, but we can't say the same about Pierre or at least that's what she thinks, he saw her as a sister since they met until that damned party, that night she was absolutely wasted, arms wrapped around his neck while they slow danced to an unrecognisable song right now, his heart was pounding really hard, threatening to come of his chest as he loosely traced circles on her back.

"I love you Pierre..." Her voice was soft against his neck, of course he thought she was saying that 'cause she was drunk and that it was in a friendly way but he couldn't help the blush that covered his cheeks.

"Me too, dumbass" He whispered back making her chuckle, neither of them dared to express what they really felt for the other and they just let it go, letting time pass that event and moving on with their lives as best friends.

Things continued as usual between them, she attended as many races as she could always there to support Pierre, the weeks that there was no race they spent time together enjoying with others of his friends, among them Charles (her brother), Yuki, Max, Daniel, etc, like right now.

They were walking to a bar in the area, Aspen walked behind the group of boys who joked with each other, laughing out loud without a care, she was mesmerized by Pierre, his laugh, the way his eyes shined when he talked about some videogame he liked at the moment, and she thought no one noticed until Charles's voice snapped her out of her trance.

"When are you going to tell him?" He asked quirking an eyebrow at Aspen who looked away to hide the shame of being caught, "I don't know what your're talking about" she quickly answered earning a laugh from the Monegasque that walked next to her, "Please Aspen, anyone who knows you well enough knows that what you feel is more than that "just friends" crap" He made air quotes emphasizing what he said, "Shut up please, if he finds out I'm dead" She sighed looking at the ground as they continued walking "Since when do you know?" She asked looking at him one more time, "Since the party in Austin, I'm really starting to believe he's blind" he laughed wryly wrapping his arm around his sister's shoulders "Whenever you're ready, okay?, right now, we gonna have fun", She nodded walking into the club, letting themselves be carried away by the lights and the loud music of the place, they looked for a free table among all the people and each took their seats.

Pierre sat next to her smiling broadly "Would you like something to drink?" He asked waiting for the answer of the girl gently taking her hand, "Nah, I'm fine for now" she smiled softly at him before losing her gaze somewhere in the room seeing Charles in the distance who gave her a reassuring smile and a little nod.

She felt more nervous every second that passed because he had never let go of her hand until his friends returned with a group of girls whom they introduced one by one, Daniel introduced one of them whose name was Kate, giving Pierre a very suggestive look engouraging him to take her hand inviting her to dance leaving Aspen at the table with Charles, she felt a pressure in her chest and tears began to burn behind her eyes so she chose to look away resting her chin on the palm of her hand while Charles gently rubbed her back to comfort her.

The hours passed, Charles had barely moved away to dance a couple of songs, not wanting to leave Aspen alone for a long time, who refused to dance with them, she had not drunk anything all night.

After 1 am she decided it was enough, she grabbed her jacket and bag getting up from her seat walking to the exit.

Pierre saw her from a distance and stopped his heated chat with Kate to run towards Aspen grabbing her wrist to stop her.

"You're leaving already?" he asked her, frowning confused, they usually went back together but it seemed like she had other plans, "Yes, I feel tired and I have to study for some tests and homework" she excused herself, obviously it was a lie but she couldn't tell him that her body burned with jealousy every time that girl rubbed against his body with the excuse of dancing to some stupid song, "Let me take you" he tried to walk away to get his things but she stopped him by grabbing his wrist so he would look at her "I'll be fine, I don't want to ruin your fun, you seem to be having a great time" she spat out the words looking over Pierre's shoulder at the girl waiting for him at his table, "But-", she stopped him by squeezing his wrist "I'm fine, go back to your girl" she let go of his hand turning around to leave the place quickly, Charles who watched the scene from the back rushed to the door hitting his friend's shoulder with his own, "You really are stupid aren't you?" Charles said angrily, his words hitting Pierre like bullets "Don't talk, I don't want to hear what you have to say" he said before running after his sister.

Tears began to trickle down Aspen's cheeks, with a very characteristic tinkling , sparkling, illuminating her face and her hands trying to wipe them away so no one would see her, not that there were many people in the streets of Monaco at that hour but still, for the proud heart of Aspen, it was too much humiliation.

She heard someone running behind her so she turned to meet Charles, "How can you walk so fast in those shoes?" he said trying to catch his breath not noticing the shine that covered his sister's cheeks until her tears fell to the ground making that crystalline sound again, the Monegasque straightened taking Aspen's face between his hands wiping the tears with his thumbs, he didn't know what was happening, nor why his sister was crying golden tears but he wouldn't pressure her to tell him either, he simply pushed her against his chest hiding her there, rubbing up and down her back "Let's go home Aspen" he said softly to which she nodded gently sniffing.

When they got home Charles encouraged her to take a warm bath before going to bed, she simply agreed, she didn't have the strength to refuse after all, when she got out of the shower rubbing her hair with a towel to dry it she found Charles who was reading something on his laptop, she sat next to him on the bed, her back against the headboard as she drew her legs up in her arms, looking over his shoulder at what he was reading, "You have to tell him" Charles spoke turning to look at her, she quickly shook her head "I'd rather die than tell him" she snapped back at him repeatedly denying, "you can't risk your eyes like this Aspen, this is not a game" apparently what was happening to her had a name, "The Star tear disease", over time it caused color blindness and in severe cases the loss of sight, but she wouldn't risk her friendship with Pierre for some stupid feelings.

A couple of weeks later Aspen had forced herself to forget what had happened that night in Monaco and Charles had resigned himself to accepting his sister's stubbornness, the summer break had begun which meant that Pierre would be back home for three weeks. weeks, they both acted as if nothing had happened, sitting on the sofa in his apartment, Aspen's head resting on Pierre's thigh while they watched Criminal Minds on TV, he stroked Aspen's hair but something bothered him, as if there was something he had to say to her.

"I asked Kate out..." he finally spoke, Aspen quickly straightened up to sit up and look at him, a lump quickly settled in her throat robbing her of all words, Pierre looked at her waiting for some answer or some sign that would tell him that what he was doing would not affect their relationship but he only received the penetrating look of the gray eyes in front of him, not a single emotion that would show him what she felt, "I'm going to take her to the restaurant in front of the beach" suddenly Aspen's face changed, her attempts to hide any emotion were destroyed at that moment, the girl's eyebrows came together, she wrinkled her nose and her eyes soon filled with tears, that was their place, how dare he take another girl, In a quick movement she got up from the sofa and took all her things, "I... I'm sorry, I have to go" Pierre tried to stop her but she was faster, in a second she was already at the door "Aspen! Wait! talk to me..." he pleaded and she stopped at the door, without turning around so he wouldn't notice the bright tears falling down her cheeks "Have fun with her" those were her last words before running out of the building, she quickly got to her car starting it to get to her house as fast as she could, she sobbed loudly as the rain soaked the windshield of her car, she wiped her eyes with the back of her hand constantly to remove the tears that clouded her vision, she wanted to stop crying but the image was too beautiful and unfortunately it was also extremely cruel.

Another week passed, her birthday was near and she was ignoring Pierre's calls and messages, even forcing Charles to come up with some stupid excuse to prevent Pierre from showing up at her bedroom door, a place she hadn't left at all. She barely ate and just cried as she saw the number of photos Pierre shared of his dates with Kate, she asked herself if this was worth their friendship, because if so, she was willing to accept all the pain.

The morning of her birthday had arrived and Charles, Lando and Max woke her up singing "happy birthday to you" and a cake with candles in their hands, she couldn't help but cry because that had been Pierre's job for the last 8 years.

"Vieni amore mio" Charles spoke sitting on the edge of the bed while the other boys looked at Aspen with concern, "We're here, forget about that idiot" this time it was Max's turn to speak, he turned to the closet taking a nice red dress and putting it on Aspen's bed "You're going to put on this pretty red dress and we're going to party, you're going to have fun and we're going to get you a handsomer boy than Pierre" the dutch spoke making her laugh softly, she rubbed the fabric of the dress between her fingers sniffing, "But this is green, not red, Max."

The three boys looked at each other, their expressions quickly changing to one of terror mixed with much more concern, "Aspen, tell me what color is Lando's shirt." Charles hurried over to the Brit who was standing in front of the bed. "What are you talking about?" Aspen replied confused seeing her brother's desperation "Just tell me what color it is" Aspen's gaze now landed on Lando "It's yellow..." Charles's face fell to the ground, he left the room and Aspen could swear he was about to burst into flames with anger "I don't understand what's going on" the girl spoke looking at the remaining boys in her room "Aspen, my shirt is blue..." Lando spoke this time, Aspen's head began to spin , confusion, fear and anger mixing in her expression.

Charles tried to calm down, he talked to Arthur about what was happening and they both agreed that they should get Aspen out of the house, so the four boys forced her to dress up and went to Aspen's favorite restaurant, none of them expected the class of scene they would meet. Upon entering the premises the first thing they saw was Pierre Gasly himself sitting at Aspen's favorite table, only he wasn't waiting for her, he was there with Kate

"Oh that bastard" Charles mumbled hurrying to the table, taking Pierre by the collar of his shirt to lift him up, "You forgot!" The Monegasque yelled from the bottom of his lungs, Pierre's eyes darting between Charles and Aspen who was wrapped in her younger brother's arms, "She developed color blindness because of you and you're sitting here with another girl on her birthday!", Max approached Charles squeezing his shoulder to tell him to calm down but there was nothing to stop the fury that ran through the Monegasque's body, "I don't know what you're talking about" Pierre finally spoke, looking at Aspen again noticing until this moment the bright golden tears running down her cheeks "Aspen tell me what's going on" He tried to call her but only got the sight of Arthur's back that now covered her, "Oh I'll tell you what's going on."

Charles now put his hands on both sides of Pierre's shirt making them face to face "She has been suffering for years because she loves you and you never made an effort to really look at her, you only saw her, you ignored her presence, while she looked at you, you decided to look at other girls instead" Charles's anger welled up from all the pores of his skin and Pierre just looked at him without knowing exactly what to say.

"W-what?" That's all the Frenchman was able to say before Charles's hand landed on his cheek, that was the signal for Max who hugged the waist of Charles to pull him away from Pierre.

"Cat got your tongue? Say something you bastard! Let everyone know what you did to the girl who has been in love with you for so long! The girl who is now going blind because of you!" and it was real, it seemed that Pierre was not able to articulate a single word, confusion and guilt were lodged in his face while now he saw the girl of his dreams crying because of him, he never believed that not expressing his feelings would cause so many problems "I... I had no idea, Aspen listen to me please" His voice was trembling, the shock of everything that was happening kept him static in his place, Charles laughed, a silent scoff, "Oh now don't you know? Even after I begged you to treat her right after the party in Austin? Do you know how happily she told me the next day she had danced to her favourite song with you? Nah, of course you don't, cause you never cared" Max whispered something to Charles that made him back down "Let's just go Charles, we'll find another place" Aspen finally spoke, pulling her brother by the arm until she got him out of the place and into the car.

  On the way to another of the restaurants that Aspen liked, her phone did not stop ringing, the boys looked at the screen observing the name that appeared and then they looked at Aspen who just let it ring until it was too much and she decided to turn it off, Charles had time to calm down and think, he had to make his sister's birthday better, he couldn't let a stupid boy ruin her day, even if that stupid boy had been his best friend, he knew he couldn't rule over the heart of his sister but he couldn't help wishing he had told her earlier that Pierre wasn't worth it, anyway, the damage was done and he couldn't fix it, no one had spoken, no one had mentioned anything about what happened in the restaurant because despite everything, they understood Charles's anger and didn't dare to question it because they knew they would have done the same.

"I'm sorry, Aspen" Charles's voice was soft from the back of the car, Arthur's eyes widened in astonishment, Charles never apologized, at least not that he remembered, but he was aware that he had made a scene in public, someone had probably recorded it because they knew who he was and it was going to be on all social networks, problems were coming but the truth was that he didn't care.

Aspen reached out to take her brother's hand, looked into his eyes with a silent expression of gratitude and that was the moment when Charles realized that something was not right, if it could be worse, he took  Aspen's face in his hands to get a closer look at her eyes, she smiled weakly and nodded, "I lost the sight of that eye the moment we got to the restaurant." Her right eye was completely white, a sign that she would soon go completely blind if she didn't clear things up with Pierre, who right now was driving to the Leclerc's house after leaving Kate alone at the restaurant, she had to get to talk to Aspen in person, considering that now none of his calls were coming in, the song "Monaco by LAGOS and Danny Ocean" was playing on the radio just at that moment and the lyrics couldn't describe better what he was feeling, because he wished all the pain he was causing Aspen would stay there, he wished he had told Aspen how much he wanted to be more than her best friend at that party in Austin but he couldn't turn back time so all he had left was to find her and beg  to let him make up for all the stupid things he had done.Hours later, Aspen and the boys were returning home after having managed to get a few smiles out of the birthday girl, when Max parked they saw Pierre sitting on the front steps, as soon as he saw the car he got up hoping that Aspen would have mercy and let him explain things to him.

He saw Aspen whisper a few things to Max who started up as soon as she got out of the car giving Charles no time to complain or even step out of the car.

"Aspen..." Pierre said her name in a whisper inspecting her every move, she hadn't looked up, honestly he understood her not wanting to see him but he still needed to see her eyes, those beautiful grey eyes he adored so much, "I'm sorry about Charles, I had no idea he would react like this" he finally heard her voice, he hadn't realized how much he missed her until that moment, she traced circles on the floor with her tennis shoes as if she was nervous, "It's okay, I forgot your birthday, I guess I deserved that and more" he spoke barely above a whisper, all he needed was to see her eyes, he needed to prove that what Charles had said at the restaurant was a lie, "Aspen please look at me" he pleaded, he saw her take a big breath before she sighed and lifted her face looking him in the eyes for the first time in weeks, and in that moment his world fell away, his right eye had turned white and he knew what that meant, Charles hadn't lied, "What did I do to you, mon chéri"  Pierre approached taking her face in his hands, "It's not your fault, I shouldn't have fallen in love but you know what they say, you don't rule on the heart" she smiled weakly "No, I should have told you before, I should have said how much I love you" he repeatedly shook his head trying to contain the anger he felt towards himself at that moment "Pierre, don't do this..." she whispered taking the wrists of the boy in front of her "No! I have to do it, let me do it, please" she closed her eyes, losing herself a few seconds in the touch of his hands on her face "God, all these weeks I did nothing but think of you, every time I looked at Kate I could only think of you, your eyes , that beautiful smile that I love so much, for years it has been just you, I was just fucking stupid for not telling you, damn I love you with all my soul." 

The tears began to flow down Aspen's cheeks but this time they didn't make that crystalline noise that to Aspen seemed so beautifully cruel, they didn't shine with that strong golden color, for the first time in weeks she was crying normal tears, a giggle cme from her throat as she opened her eyes. "You really are stupid aren't you?" Pierre laughed and he was relieved when the hands of the girl in front of him wrapped around his waist, "I mean, I'm still blind in one eye but it doesn't seem like I cry gold anymore" she laughed too "I'm so sorry" he told her. he wrapped his arms around her kissing her head repeatedly "Now what are we going to tell Charles?" she said laughing even more "I definitely owe him an apology, he knew it all along and I forced him not to tell you anything"  and suddenly Aspen began to feel drops of water falling on her hair, she separated from Pierre's chest to look at the sky and she noticed that it had started to rain, she looked at Pierre who was already looking at her and then she realized that in the end it was all worth it because at last she was with the man she loved the most.

It seemed that Pierre had read her mind because at that moment he took her face in his hands again and without the need for more words he closed the gap between their lips in a gentle kiss that said everything they felt, the rain fell hard on them but they wouldn't change anything. 

[lilacsandamethysts]

You're going to be alone now

Pairing: Diluc x fem!Reader (she/her pronouns)

Summary: When a simple trip goes terribly wrong, Diluc can't help and dread the moment he is left alone in this world once again.

Warnings: angst, minor depictions of injury, blood, minor panic attack but nothing major

A/n: Not me unable to finish this last week and then forgetting about it. I woke up and chose violence so take this angst fic hehe.

It was cruel how bright her smile was. Even in this awful situation she was trying to comfort him, make HIM feel better and safe. How could she be so vibrant when he could see her light, her strength slowly leaving her eyes? He barely could keep his eyes on the road, the familiar path to Mondstadt becoming hazier as he pounded down the dirty road. His grip on her tightened every time she coughed, blood dripping down her chin and onto his gloved hand. This couldn’t be happening, how is this happening? He had promised to protect her with his life but ended up failing her just like he had failed his father all those years ago.

“Please….stop….frowning…. You’ll get….wrinkles my...love.” Her palm cupped his cheek wiping the stray tears escaping his eyes with her thumb. When had he started crying? He doesn’t know the only thing occupying his mind right now being the feeling of her blood soaking his vest and arms or how the pause between her words became longer than it was. This is bad. She’s lost a lot of blood, she must be hanging by a thread.

The cathedral came into view and before he knew it he was inside shouting for Barbara, for anyone to help him stop her bleeding. The attention of the Knights was drawn, Kaeya and Jean standing in the back just as helpless as he was. His ears were ringing, knees growing weak when she closed her eyes, her hand that was previously grasping the laps of his jacket going slack at her side. This was it. This was the end. He would be alone now. Someone grabbed his shoulders pulling him back but he wouldn’t budge, eyes trained on her face silently begging her to open them again, reassure him that everything was going to be alright. Kaeya stepped into his line of view pushing him back towards the exit while someone else -was that Jean?- was gently guiding him from the back.

“Let go.” His voice was barely audible as tears started freely running down his cheeks. He couldn’t leave her! If he left now she would be all alone in here, no one to keep her company. He already failed to protect her, to keep her safe and uninjured, he wouldn’t wrong her any further.

“You can’t help her when you are like this! Let Barbara do her job and-”

“I said let me go!” Shoving his adoptive brother to the side only to be grabbed by another set of hands and being pulled backwards, Jean pushing him out of the hospital wing and into the main cathedral.

“In this state you are more trouble than help!” She sheathed. “You will follow me outside and you’re going to wait!” Grand Master Jean, the logical member of the knights, was now at her wits end. Having one of the most skilled warriors and friends she knows, laying half dead on a stretcher was too much for her. Diluc kept on struggling but his attempts slowly lost their strength, his determination wavering as the realization that she wouldn’t wake up no matter how much he begged her to, settled in. With his head hung low, Diluc dragged his feet away from the cathedral, away from his lover and for the first time in forever he began to pray to the archons to bring her back into his arms. Let this nightmare end already.

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It had been two weeks since he last heard her voice. Barbara had managed to close up the wound before it got infected but she had already lost a lot of blood. Her body had gone into shock from the blood loss and now she wouldn’t wake up. Diluc never left her side. Charles filled in all his shifts at the tavern and the winery was being run by a multitude of individuals. He was a complete mess. Hair tussled with heavy bags and tear tracks under his eyes, shirt unbuttoned and his coat discarded somewhere behind him. The Knights kept visiting, every day someone new would drop by to try and cheer him up, to make him talk but no one could. The only times he spoke was when he was alone with her, both hands clasping hers as he begged her to give him a sign that she was still there. Nothing was changing, however.

“I always thought that I would be the first to go.” He stroked her cheek with his thumb gently massaging her temple like he always did when she would nap on his lap. “You’re the careful one in this relationship after all, it just makes sense…” A new wave of tears hit him, his mind racing back to the moment that shard of ice pierced her side. He remembers it so vividly. The sound of her scream when she tumbled to the ground, the pained look in her eyes when he tried pressing on the wound, the way the color drained from her face and the fire left her eyes. Those images haunted him, following him day and night digging their nails into his skin threatening to tear him apart. “I’m so sorry my love. I failed you.” A sob wrecked his body. He just wanted her back, please bring her back, he can’t do this without her by his side.

The shaking slowly stopped as he relaxed, the hand going through his fiery red hair calming down his nerves and his panic. It felt so familiar, this comfort; she always would do this when his nightmares wouldn’t let him sleep or his headaches got too much. But now she wasn’t here, from now on he won’t have someone to care for him, to love him. A tune filled the air one he was familiar with from his tavern. Why did everything have to be so serene when his world was tearing at the seams?

“Please….don’t...cry.” It was barely above a whisper but he heard it loud and clear. The sound of her voice. Jolting upright his eyes met her hazy ones, more tears spilling over his cheeks as he stared at the love of his life, finally awake with a weak smile on her lips. Gently, he wrapped her in a hug kissing the crown of her head as she nuzzled into his neck. She was okay. She was alive. They stayed intertwined for what felt like hours, saying nothing but a few I love you’s.

“Don’t you ever scare me like that again, my love, please don’t leave me.” Kissing his brow she placed his hand over her heart leaning closer to him and resting her forehead on his.

“I won’t, darling, I promise.”

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Can I request reader going to meet mob! tom's friends and when tom gets there, everyone tells him about the hot girl who just walked in and how they wanna fuck her tonight and when he tells them it's his gf they are like 😳 oh and you know tom being the most fearless mobster has trouble controlling his rage and maybe both y/n and tom have some jealous sex. pls I hope this doesn't trigger you and only write this if you want to and stay safe

I literally listened to where you belong by the weeknd while writing this the whole time lol. Hope you like this.

Pairing : Mob! Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings : 18 +, SMUT, mature content, dom/sub dynamics, light bondage, language, breeding kink, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)

Where you belong

It was like any other night where Tom had to attend one of those lavish parties thrown by the biggest crime families in the country after all he's the mob boss but this time it was little different as you were going to join him tonight. After dating for six months Tom finally thought to introduce you to his underworld friends. Tom was dressed as usual in his business clothes which was a nice ensemble from Prada looking dashingly handsome as always. On the other hand you chose to wear the skin tight dress which Tom liked the most according to him it brings out the best of you. 

Reaching the venue you stepped out of the car as Tom hands the valet the car keys to park his car. Just when you were about to go inside together Tom remembers that he had an important phone call to make.

"Love, you go inside I'll be right behind you" He says to you.

"Okay come fast" you give a smile.

"Yeah I will" after making the call Tom goes inside the hall to find you when he heard some of his friends call out to him.

‘‘Hey Tom!’’ He momentarily forgot about you and made his way towards them.

"So what's up boys?" He pats Michael’s shoulder taking a drink from the ushers. 

"Tom, mate, you have no idea what you just missed’’ he informs all excitedly. 

‘‘Oh really? What was it?’’ he asked, amused.

‘‘Ask who was it, she was a fucking bombshell man, who just walked right through that door!" 

"You should have looked at her ass mate god I just want to fuck her so bad" Charles added.

"Keep dreaming you suckers because Roy is already at it, look over there" Liam chuckles pointing out to them. Tom followed their gaze and his jaw clenched as soon as he saw you, smiling and talking to one of his friends, he inhaled sharply in anger at the fact that all this time his friends were just talking about fucking you in front of him. 

‘‘Damn Roy is gonna get lucky tonight just look at those tits’’ Michael remarks as everyone chuckles except Tom who was fuming with rage.

‘‘You say another fucking word about her and I’m gonna cut that filthy tongue of yours!’’ He spat at him.

‘‘Woah man, relax. What got you so riled up?’’ Tom turned to them with a death glare.

"Listen you morons I want to make this loud and clear, she’s my girl’’ everyone’s eyes went wide in shock as they gulped hard in fear because the last thing anyone would want is to piss off Tom ‘‘and if anyone of you even dare to have improper thoughts about her I’m gonna put a fucking bullet in your heads! Do you fucking get that?!’’ He growled as everyone hung their heads low in fear agreeing to him. He then strides his way towards you.

‘‘So all by yourself?’’ Roy asks with suave in his voice.

‘‘Oh no, I’m with my boyfriend, Tom Holland you might know him’’

‘‘You- you are Holland’s girl?’’ He stutters in fear knowing that he is good as dead if Tom comes to know that he was trying to bed his girl.

‘‘Yeah’’ you tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear smiling.

"Hey darling" you felt a familiar pair of hands wrap around your waist possessively.

"There he is!" you chirped as Tom knelt down to plant a soft kiss on your cheek.

"Where were you?" you pouted.

"Sorry darling was just catching up with some friends" 

"Hey Tom" Roy says awkwardly trying to act friendly

"Hey Roy" Tom gives him a hard glare and turns to you.

"I think it's time for us to leave" He says pressing his lips in a thin line.

"But Tom we just arrived won't you have a couple of drinks" you frowned at the sudden change of plans.

"I think I actually had enough darling, let's go now" He says sternly, you noticed his hard gaze and stopped yourself from questioning him further.

"Okay" He literally dragged you out of the place to the parking area. You got inside the car and sat on the passenger seat as Tom sat on the driver's seat slamming the door shut with such force that startled you. 

The whole ride back was completely silent; you occasionally saw him gripping on the steering wheel so tight that his knuckles turned white. You knew your boyfriend as the most feared mob boss who was also known for his short temper. And by the look on his face he seemed angry for some reason which you are unable to figure out. Surprisingly his angry demeanor was turning you on, you shifted on your seat uncomfortably as you felt heat pool between your legs which didn't go unnoticed by Tom. 

Tom didn't want the night to end like this but here he was furious and raging from inside. He was very well aware of his anger management issues and since the day you walked into his life he has tried to be the better man for you including keeping his anger in check because he would do anything for you. He was never the kind of man to be triggered with such petty things but when it comes to you he just can't control himself he couldn't get over the thought of his friends were literally eye fucking you in front him. It wasn't your fault though you were no doubt beautiful and he feels extremely lucky that he gets to call you his. But seeing you talking and laughing with Roy just lighted up his fuse. He knew you were just being nice to him but when he knows what Roy's actual intentions were with you just makes him see red. 

He just wants to be reassured again that you belonged to him and only him which he is going to make sure tonight. And seeing you getting all fidgety he knew that you were soaking with arousal making him smirk internally at the effect he has on you. 

You finally reached the driveway of your mansion as Tom pulled over the car. You couldn't take the silence anymore and finally spoke up. 

"Tom are you OK?" your voice was full of concern reaching out a hand to his forehead "You are sweating" He grabs your hand with a death grip making you swallow hard as your gaze shifted to his brown orbs which were now swirling with rage and pure lust, yes he was angry and you know exactly what is going to happen next you found yourself getting even more wet just at the thought of it. 

"Bedroom. Strip and wait for me" his voice sharp and dominating. You nodded and let out a small "Yes" 

"Yes what?" He demands. 

"Yes sir" you say submissively, the corner of his lips curl up to a smirk as he brushes your cheekbone with his knuckles gently. 

"Good girl" 

You got out of the car and immediately went to your bedroom. Without wasting any time you did just as you were told, taking off your dress, you sat on the bed on your knees in just your lace panties with palms laying flat on your thighs as you waited for him in anticipation. Every passing minute felt like an hour as you felt your nipples harden in the cool air and arousal pool between your legs, you rubbed your thighs to get some relief from the growing ache. 

He finally arrives after some agonizing moments later the tux he was wearing already discarded and some of the buttons of his shirt unbuttoned giving a nice peak to the solid abs underneath. 

"Such a good girl, aren't you princess?" he cooes as he walks in and sits in front of you. 

"Only for you Tommy" you say sweetly. He knelt down and grabbed your jaw roughly to capture your lips hungrily his tongue prys open your mouth exploring your mouth. He gently sucks on your bottom lip tugging it lightly before pulling away you look at him through your lashes gasping. He brushes his thumb against your swollen bottom lip which you eagerly wrapped your lips onto, sucking and swirling your tongue around it as you hold onto his arm.

"Now don't be so greedy" he purrs as you release his thumb with a pop. 

"Give me your hands" He demands as you reluctantly extend your hands to him. Tom knows how you hate your hands being tied up with how much you love to run your hands through his hair and hold him close to you making you feel safe in his arms but today he had to establish that you were only his, he takes out his tie that was stuffed in his back pocket and ties up your hands with intricate knots. 

"Is this OK?" he asks tugging on it.

"Yes" you affirm, he pushes you onto the bed as you fall back on the soft mattress with him hovering over you as he unbuttons the rest of the buttons of his shirt and takes it off in a swift move. 

"So beautiful and just for me" he says with hooded eyes while his hands trailed down your inner thigh as the coolness of the gold rings on his finger sent shivers right up your core. He pinned your tied hands above your head when you tried to raise them.

‘‘Uh uh princess I thought you were my good girl’’ He patronizes

‘‘I am’’ you whimper in his strong hold.

‘‘Then behave if you don’t want me to leave you like this’’ he says kissing down your throat. You let out a gasp when you felt his warm mouth latch on to your hardened nipple. He smirked and continued sucking, teeth grazing on your soft mounds making you moan. 

"How dare those bastards look at what is mine?!" he growls in between littering your skin with wet kisses and marking you.

You were so helpless and completely at his mercy. Writhing under him and craving him so badly, snaking a hand inside your soaked panties, "so fucking wet" he observed as he spread your slick around your folds, pulling a desperate whimper from you. He brings his fingers to his mouth. 

"Tastes so sweet every time angel" he hums sucking them clean. He then trailed kisses down your stomach, on your navel, before he found home between your legs as he hooks his fingers to the waistband of your panties and simply rips it off you. He stared at your bare, glistening pussy hungrily as if you were his last meal. He dives down right into it sloppily licking through your folds making you arch your back but he holds you down placing a hand on your stomach as he continues his assault. 

You felt dizzy, your brain barely able to comprehend your surroundings. The only sensation you felt was Tom and his calloused fingers which he expertly worked up your dripping cunt and threw you over the edge. When he pushed three of his fingers inside you, you felt delirious and came all around his fingers. 

Tom quickly gets rid of the rest of his clothes and holds himself above you resting his forearm on the side of your head one hand reaches down to grab his throbbing member as he swipes his tip through your slick folds coating it with your arousal before pushing it in your aching hole. You gasp as you feel his tip slide past your entrance and fills you entirely, the stretch making you close your eyes in pleasure. 

‘‘Always so fucking tight!’’ He grunts feeling your walls warm and snug around him. Your eyes shoot wide open as he pulls his hips back and slams right into you without even letting you adjust to him, drawing out a loud moan from you. 

You were writhing underneath him wriggling your hands desperately wanting to feel him and hold on to him. Tom finally took mercy on you as he snakes a hand to your wrists and unties your restraints. As soon as your hands were free you flung them to his back pulling him closer as possible, one hand went to tug on to the roots of his hair. You wrapped your legs around his hips, hooking them behind his back. You could never get enough of him, you needed him deep inside you exploring parts of you that no one could ever reach. He nips at your neck sucking on your skin harshly, making sure for everyone to see who you belong to.

"Who is making you feel this good princess?" His voice raspy and breathless.

"You…" your voice trailed off as he pounds into you mercilessly. 

"Didn't hear you princess" he reaches down to rub where your bodies were connected. 

"You Tom! You!" you shrieked out at the added stimulation.

"That's right baby, I’m the only one who can make you feel like this, no one can make you scream the way I do, no one knows where to touch you like I do" he rubs harsher circles on your sensitive bud and moves his hips to thrust into you deeper, your moans growing louder and louder boosting his ego as your walls clasp around him.

"Fuck! I need to make sure everyone knows who you belong to eh? Maybe put a baby in you, what do you say?" He reckons while he continued to rut his hips

"Yes Tom fill me up, fill me up with your babies" you nod your head furiously as the sound of skin slapping against each other fills the room along with your grunts and moans.

"You will look so pretty baby, all round and beautiful with our child" He brushes your hair gently from your sweat covered face, you were a babbling mess by now unable to form any proper words except his name, his words only spurring you on to your impending climax. He keeps pounding into you even harder than before as you feel your body tense up, toes curling as the coil inside your stomach tightened.

"C'mon baby cum all over my cock, make me fill you up and mark you as mine" He urges and you screamed out when you felt the coil inside you finally snap your walls tightening around him as you came undone raking your nails down his back while his lips captured your swollen ones swallowing your moans as he finally cums inside you filling you up with his warm release and collapses on top of you.

"Mine" he mumbles into your skin between ragged breaths. 

"All yours" you say reassuringly running your fingers through his hair soothingly catching your breath. 

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