#Grace Ciao

[tapparell-a]

OK I'm about to say shit or actually drop a fucking bomb. Thalia Grace, TRANS. I mean, when Jason disappeared, when her mother was becoming an alcoholic, she was realizing who she really was. Imagine the confusion in her head. Try to think about when she started recognizing herself in the mirror. How she would tell Luke, who had met her when she already felt like herself. Their friendship. How she would have smiled when Artemis had accepted her to join the huntresses, a group exclusively for women.

Idk, maybe something like this has already been thought of, probably expressed better, but I thought of it now so put your mind at rest and don't bust my balls, thanks.

If you notice any sentences expressed in a strange way, forgive me but I'm not a native English speaker so shh

[liroyalty]

Lyttona, Tempete & Vlaqinn Tags

josephina st. clair von lytton {the left queen of lyttona}

penelope cunningham von lytton {the right queen of lyttona}

christine felipa von lytton {the left crown princess of lyttona}

priscilla silver von lytton {the right crown princess of lyttona}

lawrence kingswood rock {archduke of lyottna}

richard wentworth de vola tempetén {king of tempete}

venessa baillairgé de vola tempetén {grand duchess of tempete}

joseph waters de vola tempetén {prince of tempete}

grace london de vola tempetén {princess of tempete}

tyler ye {half-blooded prince}

vlaqinn takeru ii {emperor of vlaqinn}

narumi maki {empress of vlaqinn}

asai june {queen consort of vlaqinn}

wakamure yukiji {princess consort of vlaqinn}

vlaqinn niou {1st prince of vlaqinn}

wakamure hinta {2nd princess of vlaqinn}

vlaqinn ciao and wakamure xiao {2nd prince and 3rd princess of vlaqinn}

[pucksandpower]

Borrowed Time

Charles Leclerc x single mother!Reader

Summary: you do everything in your power to make your sick son’s dream come true but what you don’t realize is that meeting his hero will change all of your lives forever

Warnings: terminal illness and death

“You know what would be the coolest, Mama?” The soft voice of your son, Luca, breaks through the silence of the hospital room.

You brush a stray hair from his forehead, trying to coax a smile onto your face despite the weight in your chest. “What’s that, sweetheart?”

“To meet Charles Leclerc. Just once. To tell him he’s my hero.” Luca’s eyes, though tired, gleam with that familiar spark every time he talks about Formula 1.

Your heart aches, knowing how much this means to him. “He is pretty amazing on the track, isn’t he?” You respond, reminiscing about the countless races you’ve both watched together from this very room.

Luca nods, holding his toy race car, a replica of Charles’ Ferrari. “Yeah, but it’s not just that. He never gives up, even when things get tough. Kinda like me.” There’s a hint of pride in his voice, making you marvel at his resilience.

You pull him close, tears threatening to spill. “You’re my hero too,” you whisper, kissing his temple.

He snuggles closer, murmuring, “I just wish I could meet him, Mama. Tell him he gives me strength.”

You take a deep breath, new resolve settling in. “You never know, my love. Miracles happen.”

The determination you feel is like a roaring fire and you silently vow to make Luca’s dream come true. No matter what it takes.

***

As the evening shadows stretch across the hospital room, you find yourself deep in thought, racking your brain for any means to make Luca’s wish a reality. You think about reaching out on social media, starting a campaign, anything to catch Charles Leclerc’s attention.

You start by posting on your personal pages: a heartfelt message accompanied by a picture of Luca holding his toy race car, the walls of his room adorned with posters of Charles racing. #LucaMeetsLeclerc, you caption it, hoping against hope that the message reaches the right eyes and ears.

The following days are a whirlwind. Friends, family, and even strangers share the post, and the hashtag starts trending in your community. Messages of support flood in and local news channels express interest in Luca’s battle.

One evening, after reading Luca a bedtime story, your phone buzzes with a notification. It’s an email from a name you don’t recognize but the subject line sends your heart racing: A Special Meeting.

Opening it hastily, your eyes skim over the words:

Dear Y/N,

I represent Charles Leclerc. We were deeply moved by Luca’s story and would like to arrange a meeting ...

Tears blur your vision and you can’t help but let out a soft sob of relief and joy. Luca, hearing your cry, looks up at you with curious eyes. “Mama? What’s wrong?”

You pull him into a tight embrace, trying to convey all the love and happiness you feel. “Sweetie,” you whisper, pulling back to meet his gaze, “I think your dream might just come true.”

Luca’s eyes widen and his smile lights up the room brighter than any lamp ever could. The journey to fulfill a lifelong dream has just begun.

***

The hospital room feels heavier than usual. The rhythmic beeping of monitors fills the silence as Luca plays absent-mindedly with his race car on the bed. Just as you are about to suggest a card game, a knock interrupts the monotony.

“Come in,” you call softly.

The door opens and to your astonishment, Charles Leclerc himself steps inside, a shy smile gracing his features. He seemed different than on the TV — more human, more vulnerable.

“Ciao, Luca,” Charles greets, his voice gentle.

Luca’s eyes widen, his jaw dropping. “You ... you’re real.”

Charles chuckles, pulling a chair closer to the bed. “Last time I checked, I am. Your mom tells me you’re quite the fan.”

Luca nods vigorously. “You’re my hero. When you race, I feel like I’m flying. Free from this …” He gestures vaguely at the hospital equipment surrounding him.

Charles’ eyes soften. “Thank you. That means a lot to me. But, you know, you’re a hero too. Racing against challenges every day.”

You watch their interaction, touched by Charles’ genuine empathy. “Thank you for coming. It ... it means the world.”

Charles turns to you, a depth of understanding in his eyes. “When I read about Luca, I saw more than just a fan. I saw a fighter. Just like on the track, it’s the fights we don’t see that often matter most.”

There is a brief silence, filled with unsaid emotions.

Luca’s voice, trembling with emotion, breaks the quiet. “I have a question, Charles. How do you stay brave even when you’re scared?”

Charles takes a moment before responding. “I focus on the present. Fear often comes from thinking about what might happen. But in the moment, there’s a job to do, a race to finish.”

Luca looks thoughtful. “So, you mean I should focus on now and not think about ... later?”

Charles nods, placing a comforting hand on Luca’s. “Exactly. Live in the now and remember that every race has its challenges. It’s how we face them that defines us.”

Tears well up in your eyes, gratitude and admiration for Charles swelling within you. Here he was, not just a racing star but a beacon of strength for your son.

“Thank you,” you whisper, voice choked with emotion.

Charles smiles, glancing between you and Luca. “No, thank you. Today, I met a true champion.”

***

“You know,” Charles begins, playing with the edges of the signed Ferrari cap he just gifted Luca, “I once met a kid, a bit older than you, at a race. He told me that every time he felt like giving up, he’d watch one of our races. Said it gave him hope."

Luca’s fingers trace the signature on the cap. “Is that why you race? For people like him ... and me?”

Charles leans back, gazing out the window for a moment. “Partly. But also for myself. Racing ... it’s my passion, my escape. It’s where I find my strength.”

You feel compelled to share your own perspective. “We all have our races, don’t we? For Luca, it’s here, fighting every day. For me, it's trying to be strong for him, even when I feel like falling apart.”

Charles looks at you intently. “It’s incredible the strength we find when it’s for someone we love. Your journey, your race, is just as important — is more important — than any I’ve been on.”

Touched by his words, you continue, “I watch you race. The precision, the dedication. It’s art. I want Luca to have something like that, something to pour his heart into.”

Luca chimes in, his voice soft, “I think I already have something. Watching races with Mama, it’s our thing. It helps me forget, even if just for a while.”

Charles leans forward, engaging Luca directly. “Then let’s make a promise. You keep fighting your race here and I'll keep racing out there. Deal?”

Luca’s smile is radiant. “Deal.”

There is a pause, a moment of reflection, before Charles turns to you. “You're an incredible mother. The strength you show, the love ... it’s palpable. And it reminds me so much of my own maman.”

You blink away tears. “We do what we have to for our children.”

He nods, a faraway look in his eyes. “She would always say the same thing after losing my father. And sometimes, despite all the pain and struggle, we find connections, kindred spirits, who remind us we’re not alone.”

You smile, feeling a deep bond forming, not just between Luca and Charles but between two souls who understood the depth of love, sacrifice, and hope.

***

“I have a proposition,” Charles offers, the twinkle in his eyes belying the gravity of his words.

You raise an eyebrow, intrigued. “Go on.”

“How would you both feel about attending a race in-person? I can make sure Luca is comfortable and you both get the full VIP experience.”

Luca’s face lights up with hope and disbelief. “Really? I ... I’d get to see you race in real life?”

Charles nods, “Right from the best seat in the paddock.”

You hesitate, considering the logistics, the health implications. “I don’t know. It’s a beyond generous offer but Luca’s health …”

Charles raise a hand, preempting your concerns. “I’ve thought about that. We have top medical facilities at the track and I’ll make sure we have everything necessary for Luca.”

“You’d do that for us?” you whisper, the weight of his offer sinking in.

Charles leans forward, sincerity evident in his gaze. “I’ve won races, stood on podiums. But the race Luca is running, the courage he’s showing ... it’s unmatched. I want him to see a race, not just as a spectator but as a fellow racer.”

Luca looks up, eyes brimming with tears. “You make it sound like I’m a hero. But I’m just trying to get by, just trying to ... to live.”

“And that’s what makes you a hero,” Charles replies gently. “Facing adversity and pushing through, not because of fame or accolades but because of love, hope, and sheer will.”

You feel a lump in your throat, deeply moved by Charles’ words. “It’s not just race wins or trophies that make you a champion, Charles. It’s moments like this. Thank you. This means more than words can say.”

He smiles, a touch of sadness in his eyes. “In the grand scheme of things, life is the most important race. And in that race, I’ve found two champions right here.”

***

In Monza, as you settle into the VIP area with Luca by your side, the excitement in the air is overwhelming in the best way possible. The roar of the engines, the sea of red flags, the bustling energy of the crowd — it is a sensory overload that fills Luca’s eyes with wonder.

“Monza is special, you know,” Charles whispers, kneeling next to Luca’s wheelchair, overlooking the historic Italian track. He slips off a red Ferrari bracelet from his wrist, its well-worn leather showing its age. “This was given to me when I first joined Ferrari. I like to think that it’s brought me luck ever since.”

Luca’s eyes widen, tracing the intricacies of the bracelet. “Why are you giving it to me?”

Charles smiles, “Today, I want you to hold onto my luck. Keep it safe for me, will you?”

Nodding fervently, Luca reverently holds the bracelet. “I promise.”

When Charles leaves to prepare for the race, Luca clutches the Ferrari bracelet to his heart. “Mama, did you see? He gave this to me. His lucky bracelet!”

You smile, brushing a tear from your cheek. “Yes, sweetheart. He wants you to keep it safe. It’s a piece of his heart.”

As the race progresses, you both watch in awe as Charles’ navigates the twists and turns of the circuit. Your heart races with every lap, both as a fan and as someone who had come to know the man behind the helmet.

And then, the moment you’d never forget — a triumphant finish, Charles Leclerc taking the checkered flag. The Tifosi erupts into cheers, and during the celebration, you almost swear that Charles’ eyes find yours among the crowd.

Over the radio, his voice crackles through the airwaves, reaching not just the pits but into your very soul. “This one’s for Luca. Keep fighting, champ.”

Luca’s eyes widen, his hand clutching the bracelet even tighter. “Did you hear, Mama? He said it for me!”

Tears well up in your eyes as you nod. “Yes, sweetheart. He said it for you.”

The post-race interview is a blur of emotions. Charles, sweaty and exhilarated, is asked about the race, about his victory. But then he pauses, his gaze distant yet focused, his voice trembling with emotion.

“This win ... it’s for someone very special. A young friend of mine named Luca. He’s fighting a battle much tougher than any race and his spirit, his courage — it’s what carried me through today. Luca, this is all for you.”

***

The roar of the crowd has faded but the emotional high from the race lingers. You, Luca, and Charles head back to the hotel provided by Ferrari with laughter and memories of the day filling the conversation.

However, as the night passes by, a chilling silence envelopes the room. Luca’s breathing becomes shallow, his skin clammy. Panic bubbles up within you. The medical equipment that was always close by in the hospital is absent here.

You rush to his side, your hands trembling as you try to comfort him. “Luca, honey, stay with me. Breathe.”

Charles, witnessing the scene, feels a deep pang of fear and helplessness. “I’ll call for help,” he says, fumbling for his phone.

As you count the seconds for first responders to arrive, Luca’s weak hand reaches out, clutching Charles’ wrist. His voice, barely a whisper, shares a desperate plea. “Charles, if ... if I don’t make it, promise me you’ll look after Mama. She’s strong but she'll need someone.”

Charles, tears blurring his vision, nods, squeezing Luca’s hand reassuringly. “I promise. But you’re a fighter. You have to keep racing, okay?”

Luca manages a faint smile. “Always racing, Charles. Always.”

Emergency services arrive soon, the room transforms into a flurry of medical professionals and machines. Charles wraps an arm around you, pulling you close as you both watched, praying for a miracle.

Hours feel like lifetimes. When the medical team finally manages to stabilize Luca, the emotional toll is evident in every face in the room.

You approach Luca’s bedside, gently stroking his forehead. “You gave us quite a scare, sweetheart.”

Luca, though exhausted, manages a faint smirk. “Had to keep the race interesting, right?”

Charles, his voice choked with emotion, adds, “Every race has its challenges, remember? You faced this one head-on, just like a true champion.”

Luca’s eyes meet Charles’ own, a depth of understanding passing between them. “Remember your promise,” he whispers.

Charles nods, his gaze drifting to you. “Always.”

***

“You know, I’ve seen some tough races,” Charles begins, his gaze distant, “but nothing compares to what I witnessed last night. The strength, the love, the sheer determination.”

You sigh, exhaustion stamped across your face. “Every day is a race. Some days, the finish line feels close, other days it feels miles away.”

Charles takes a deep breath, his voice wavering slightly, “I ... I can’t pretend to know what you’re going through but I want to be there, for both of you. Luca asked me to look after you and that’s a promise I intend to keep.”

You look up, surprised by the depth of his commitment. “You’ve done so much already. You’ve given Luca memories he will cherish forever.”

He moves closer, his eyes searching yours. “It’s not just about Luca. It’s about you too. Through this entire ordeal, the strength you’ve shown, the love … it’s made me see life in a different light.”

A silence envelopes the room, broken only by the rhythmic beeping of the machines monitoring Luca.

“I’ve raced all over the world,” Charles whispers, “but I’ve never met someone who’s touched my heart the way you both have. I want to be there for you, for whatever you need.”

You blink back tears, overwhelmed by the sincerity in his words. “It’s been so long since someone offered to share the load. I’m not sure I know how to let someone in anymore.”

Charles gently takes your hand. “One step at a time. Just like in a race. We face each challenge as it comes, together.”

A tear escapes, trailing down your cheek. “Thank you, Charles.”

He brushes the tear away, his touch lingering. “No, thank you. For letting me be a part of your world and for showing me what real strength looks like.”

***

“Look at that,” Luca murmurs, pointing towards the sunset painting the sky with hues of pink and orange. The three of you sit atop a hill overlooking the city, a picnic blanket spread beneath you.

Charles takes a deep breath, the fresh air filling his lungs. “You know, moments like this make me appreciate life even more. The simple joys, the beauty all around.”

You nod, taking in the serene view. “It’s easy to get caught up in the chaos and forget these moments exist.”

Luca’s eyes shimmer with a mix of mischief and wisdom beyond his years. “You two sound like philosophers. All I know is that this sandwich tastes amazing.”

You chuckle, ruffling his hair. “Always living in the moment, aren’t you?”

He grins. “That's the secret, Mama. We have to savor every bite, every sunset, every laugh.”

Charles, deeply moved, joins in. “You're right, Luca. In the races, I’ve learned that every second counts. It’s the same with life.”

Luca nods earnestly. “Exactly! You can’t rewind time. You can only enjoy it.”

The evening wears on with laughter, stories, and shared dreams. The three of you revel in the simplicity of the moment frozen in time.

As stars begin to sprinkle the night sky, Luca turns to Charles, a serious expression on his face. “Promise me something?”

Charles leans in, listening intently. “Anything.”

“Make more moments like this with Mama, even after ...” Luca's voice trails off, the unspoken words hanging heavily in the air.

Charles squeezes Luca’s hand, his voice thick with emotion. “I promise, champ. Moments full of love, laughter, and sunsets.”

Luca’s watery laugh has tears pooling in your eyes. “You know, when you look at the sunset, remember me. Remember this moment.”

You turn to him, tears now overflowing. “Luca …”

He smiles, a mixture of melancholy and contentment in his gaze. “I may not be here forever but I'll always be a part of these sunsets. A part of you.”

Charles, his voice a gentle whisper, adds, “And a part of me.”

***

“Mama?” Luca’s voice, frail and delicate like the gossamer wing of a butterfly, quivers with fear.

You lean in closer, grasping his hand between both of yours, heart heavy. “Yes, my love?”

He swallows hard, searching your eyes with his own clouded ones. “I’m scared, Mama. I don’t want to go.”

Tears blur your vision but you muster a brave smile for him. “I know, sweetheart. But remember our sunsets? Sometimes, the sun has to set to make way for a new dawn.”

Luca’s fingers weakly grip yours. “But what if it’s dark, Mama? What if it hurts? What if I’m all alone?”

Charles, unable to remain a silent spectator, interjects, his voice cracking with emotion. “You won’t be. It will be just like falling asleep. You’ll have the sunsets, the memories, and all the love we’ve shared. That light will never fade. We will always be here. I promise.”

Luca’s eyes shimmer with tears but also a glimmer of hope. “Will you sing for me, Mama? The song from when I was small?”

Your heart breaks, remembering the countless nights you’d sung him to sleep. Taking a deep breath, you begin, your voice soft and lulling:

“You are my sunshine,

My only sunshine,

You make me happy

When skies are gray ...”

Luca’s breathing slows, his grip on your hand loosening.

“You’ll never know, dear,

How much I love you,

Please don’t take

My sunshine away.”

As the final note leaves your lips, Luca’s chest rises gently one last time, then stills. The room is silent, save for your heart-wrenching sobs.

Charles steps closer, wrapping his arms around you as you crumple into him, your world shattering. “I’ve got you,” he whispers, tears streaming down both your faces.

***

The somber quiet of the funeral is punctuated by the soft cries of mourners. The backdrop of gentle flowers contrast starkly with the weight of the grief in the air.

Charles stands next to you, holding a polished helmet, the vibrant colors of his Monza race-winning headgear gleaming under the sun. He turns to face you, eyes red-rimmed.

“This,” he starts, voice choked, “is my helmet from Monza. The race we won together. He was my co-driver that day, in spirit.”

You take a shaky breath, reaching out to touch the helmet, feeling its cool surface, the memories of that day flooding back. “He would’ve been so proud to have this.”

Charles nods, tears streaming down his face. “And this,” he says, taking the Ferrari bracelet off his wrist, “he held onto it for me once. I ... I want him to have it. To keep it safe.”

You clutch the bracelet, feeling its familiar weight, the leather still warm from Charles’ wrist. “It meant the world to him. And to me. Thank you.”

The two of you stand side by side, staring at the small casket adorned with flowers and memories. The embodiment of a life cut short but filled with love and unforgettable moments.

Together, you place the helmet and bracelet inside, a final tribute to a young racer whose journey had inspired so many.

“He’s free now,” Charles whispers, his voice barely audible. “Racing in the skies, no pain, no limits.”

You nod, tears flowing freely. “Our little champion, forever.”

Charles pulls you into a tight embrace, both of you finding solace in each other’s warmth. The wind picks up, rustling the leaves, carrying with it the memories of a brave soul, forever remembered, forever missed.

***

The familiar crest of the hill looms ahead, the very spot where laughter and dreams once danced in the wind. You and Charles reach the top, the vast expanse of the horizon stretching out before you. The setting sun casts a golden hue, much like that unforgettable evening a year ago.

Charles lays down a blanket, reminiscent of that day, and the two of you sit, lost in memories. The silence isn’t empty — it’s filled with remembrance of a young boy’s laughter, his dreams, his courage. The hole he left behind in your hearts.

“Do you ever feel,” Charles hesitantly cuts through the quiet, “that Luca is still here with us, watching these sunsets?”

A tear slips down your cheek. “All the time. Every time I close my eyes under the setting sun or look up at the sky, I feel his presence.”

Charles takes a deep breath, struggling with his emotions. “I’ve been thinking about a way to honor Luca. To keep his spirit alive.”

You turn to him, eyes questioning.

“A foundation,” Charles begins, “In Luca’s name. To help children with terminal illnesses and their families. To give them hope, love, memories.”

You feel a rush of emotion, a tidal wave of love and loss. “He would have loved that. To know he’s making a difference even now.”

Charles nods, tears rolling down his cheeks. ‘It’s not just about the financial help. It’s about the moments, the memories. The sunsets and the picnics. The dreams and the hopes.”

You intertwine your fingers with his, drawing strength from the bond you’ve forged. “We’ll do it together. For Luca.”

The sun slowly dips below the horizon. As the first star appears, a sense of peace envelops the two of you. In the heart of sorrow, a new purpose is born, ensuring that Luca’s light continues to shine, guiding countless souls out of the darkness.

***

The sun sets in a blaze of colors, casting a warm glow over the hill that has become a symbolic memorial. Charles and you sit side-by-side, hand-in-hand, watching the bittersweet horizon.

A small voice breaks through the silence. “Mama, Papa, why do we come here?”

You turn to your daughter, a smile tugging at your lips. Lucia, with her curious eyes and radiant smile, is a constant reminder of love and life renewed.

“We come here to remember someone very special,” Charles explains gently, his eyes, so similar to your daughter’s, filled with tenderness.

Lucia looks at you both, a hint of understanding in her innocent gaze. “Luca?”

You nod, voice soft. “Yes, sweetheart. Your big brother. We come here to celebrate him, to tell stories about him, and to show him how much we love him.”

Lucia frowns slightly. “But I never got to meet him.”

You stroke her hair, your heart aching and swelling simultaneously. “He’s always with us, in our hearts. Just like you are.”

Charles leans down, wiping away a tear that escapes your eye. “And you’re named Lucia after him, to carry his memory forward.”

Lucia’s eyes light up, smile shining bright. “I’m like a part of him?”

“Yes,” you say, your voice filled with emotion. “A part of him lives on in you. In all of us.”

As the sun dips below the horizon, bathing the world in twilight, you hold each other tightly, a family united by love, loss, and the enduring spirit of a young boy whose legacy lives on in every sunset, every star, and every beat of your hearts.

[m1sa-w1sa]

Another SAGAU request with creator being developer of the game (feel like being actual creator) and characters start messing with Dev Tools and hop onto file of soon to be updates and put it in game. How reaction of character react us coding and making stuff like characters Not be your liking, skip if you want. Anyway have a nice day and remember you're great!

Their Grace in their Glory

TW:

NOT PROOFREAD, Ooc prob, more of a silly fic

[A/N]

Hello everyone! Requests are slow becuase I have a lot of them! So if I don’t do your request please do not worry! I will get to them! But over all please enjoy!

•So once they found out, they most likely favored you more than the other devs, they do admire you a lot, one new person means their grace is giving more people life!

•I think they believe that you give everyone a fraction of your power when they get visions and such

•So when they find you that you think about each characters visions, they might think that you are looking at their sins or good doings

•When they see you creating a new character, they would probably host ceremonies in your honor if they could watch

•If it was one of the archons, they would be honored, or maybe the harbingers, they would host a shrine in your honor, or if anyone else, they would congratulate the person greatly

•If characters start MESSING with it, then I feel like you would have to be in HIGH power, like gods/archons

•So letting the traveler get to explore more things sooner than later, or releasing characters to be playable on your end

‘ Why are these characters out..? I never animated them yet.. ‘

‘ Thank you, your grace.. ‘ •Hearing a small voice behind you, snapping your head to look at the person, but all you saw was black..

What if you get Transported?

•The characters would feel your presence right away, people would search high and low for you, they KNOW their creator, why would they hurt them in the first place?

•If Mondstat found you, they would have the KoF tend to you if needed, if you like have a parade, if not, people will send you your blessings in private

•If liyue found you, they would have a ceremony, If you would like to be there than Zhongli will escort you, if not, than ciao is more than happy to watch from the sidelines with you

•Inazuma or Sumeru? I really don’t know but I feel like they would celebrate is some kind of way

•Fontaine would have everything , A play? Furina is taking you there as we speak, Go on a stroll Navia is up for it! You need better clothes? Silly! Choir has things for you!

•To sum it all up, they worship you like no other, give them a smooch on their heads they did a good job

[writersblockiskillingme]

Can you please do a Damiano fell in love with his long time friend/band mate (reader) who is the backup singer (bc their voices complement each others perfectly) and writes a song about her and sings it to her on stage, confessing his love. (the other band mates know abt it).

I’m in my delusional era

Only Angel | Damiano David

Pairing: Damiano David x fem!reader (Måneskin bandmate)

Summary: You were in love with him for a very long time, but you didn't know that he loved you back. Until he decided to do something about it.

Warning/s: pet name (angel), just a little bit of good all angst, smut +18, degradation, teasing, prising, dom/sub, few curse words, mentions of alcohol and weed, cigarettes, mentions of one night stands, grammar and spelling mistakes, Google translated Italian (sorry, please tell me in the comments if I made any mistakes so I can fix them)

Author's note: This one's been a long time coming, but enjoy!

I saw this angel

I really saw an angel

Open up your eyes, shut your mouth and see

That I'm still the only one who's been in love with me

I'm just happy getting you stuck in between my teeth

And there's nothing I can do about it

Damiano could still remember the first time he met her.

She was the first singer that Måneskin (Back then just Victoria and Thomas) recruited for the band. He could remember it as if it was yesterday.

His hands were sweating as hell as he walked through the hallway of a "made up", improved studio that belongs to the future, back-then-still-in-making, rock band Måneskin. He remembered how nervous he was, but that nervousness compared to the one he experienced as he walked into the studio was nothing. Absolutely nothing. Not a big deal at all.

As he reached his stop, he looked up and saw a guy with blonde hair messing with his guitar, and he saw a blonde haired girl standing next to him, watching him. They didn't notice him just yet.

Damiano turned his head away from them and decided to focus his gaze on a girl sitting in a chair with a pen and journal in her hands, ashtray sitting on the armrest of the chair. She was lightly gripping the pen as she wrote and crossed and scrambled the words on a piece of paper in the journal. Her (h/l) (h/c) covered her eyes slightly. He could clearly see her red lips moving, even tho she had a half finished cigarette in her mouth. She was probably mumbling the word of the, what was probably, a song she was writing.

She was mumbling so quietly, but somehow he could still hear her voice. It was beautiful, he felt like he was falling into a trans. He felt himself freezing like a deer in headlights when he saw her look up at him.

Her face steached into a smile, cigarette no longer lingering on her lips as she reached out and placed it on an ashtray. Her (e/c) shining like the sun, her hair no longer covering them from him. She stood up and started to walk up to him. That's the moment when Vic and Thomas noticed him, too.

He noticed the grace she was carrying herself with. It was as if she was floating. It was a sight to behold for sure.

"Ciao! Tu devi essere Damiano David." [Hi! You must be Damiano David.] She said and he felt like his breath was knocked out of his lungs when he heard her angelic voice speak to him.

"SÌ. Quello... sono io." [Yes. That's me.] He stuttered for a bit and that shocked him to his core. He never stuttered before, it felt weird. He didn't like that.

"Sorprendente. Io sono (Y/N) e loro sono Thomas e Victoria." [Amazing. I'm (Y/N) and this is Thomas and Victoria.] She introduced herself, Thomas and Vic.

And so, after a few quick hellos were exchanged, they pulled him in front of the mic and they preformed one song with him and one where he had to sing alone. It turned out that (Y/N) and he sing together perfectly. Their voices simply sound so good together. However, since that day something followed Damiano. Something that he couldn't quite place for a little bit.

Broke a finger knocking on your bedroom door

I got splinters in my knuckles crawling across the floor

Couldn't take you home to mother in a skirt that short

But I think that's what I like about it

She's an angel

Only angel

She's an angel

My only angel

Over the years Damiano and (Y/N) started to get closer and closer to each other.

At first it was innocent, truly. The two of them would talk with each other more than they would with Vic, Thomas or Ethan. Everyone soon noticed how close they were. They started to become very good friends. They had a lot of thing in common. They liked the same music, the same artists, everything! They somehow never ran out of topics to have a conversation about. It was amazing, really.

They would go out to get coffee, pizza, they went to bars and local parties together. They would come to each other's houses and just watch TV and get drunk or, sometimes even, high. They would drink some shitty wine that they would find in some shitty liquor store and would fall asleep on top of each other on the couch.

They would write and sing songs with each other. They liked each other's voices, but most of all, they liked how they sounded together. A match made in heaven, indeed.

However, over the years something changed. As they grew, the band did, too and so did their feelings for one another. Damiano watched everything she did whenever she was in his presence. He practically adored the ground she was walking on. It was amazing to experience. And to watch, too.

Vic was the first one to notice, of course. She would easily notice the longing glances that they would send each other while they thought that nobody was looking. She tried to talk to them about it. They would just brush it off.

"She is just my best friend, come on, Vic!"

"He's just a friend to me. Nothing more!"

Of course, Vic wasn't stupid, and neither were Thomas and Ethan. They soon figured what was up, too. The three musicians really tried everything in their power to get them to know what the other was feeling, but it felt like it was impossible to do that.

The problem was that Damiano and (Y/N) thought that the other didn't like them like that. And so from one problem, another one was born.

One night stands.

They both thought that if they see other people they could push their feelings away. However, when did that work out?

Damiano could still remember it. He walked down the hallway of the hotel that they were staying in because of their performance in New York. He watched her and some random guy practically eat each other's faces as she started to push him into her hotel room.

The last thing that he saw were the stains of red lipstick before he started doing it two.

I must admit I thought I'd like to make you mine

As I went about my business through the warning signs

End up meeting in the hallway every single time

And there's nothing we can do about it

Damiano had officially had enough. Watching her bringing guy after guy in her hotel room, him bringing girl after girl. It was too much. He couldn't do it anymore. He couldn't just stand aside as he watched and heard everything those guys did when it should be him doing it to his angel.

So one night he gathered his courage and knocked on her door so hard he almost got splinters in his knuckles from the wooden door. The moment she opened the door he spilled his feelings to her and so this is how they ended up there.

Damiano was quick to notice a bruise in the corner of her neck. Her pathetic attempt to cover it with her hair was not doing it. He felt anger fill his body to the brim. He knew that he had no reason to be angry, she wasn't his. Perhaps that was what angered him.

"You seem angry." (Y/N) was quick to point it out, her face forming a concerned look. "Why are you mad?"

"I'm not mad." Damiano spat out, proving her point. "I just think that you can choose better people to share spit with, angel. That's all."

"Excuse me?!" (Y/N) couldn't help but to yell in his face in the middle of the hallway. "What the hell is wrong with you, Damiano?"

"Was it worth it?" He asked her, his voice dangerously low. It send shivers down her spine.

"Is you hating me right now your new personality trait?"

She knew that that wasn't justified. She knew how bold of her that was. She knew that he didn't actually hate her, at least she hoped that he didn't. The truth was that she grew nervous under his gaze. His gaze, his tone, sudden realization of what he was talking about... it made her nervous as hell. She didn't know what to do.

"Was it worth it?" He kept his voice low and she knew that she couldn't avoid the topic any longer as much as she wanted to.

"I don't know what to say, Damiano."

"Oh, don't bullshit me, (Y/N)!" Damiano's voice rang in the hallway of the huge hotel in the middle of New York. He didn't give a flying fuck that it was night. That her "neighbors" were probably asleep. He didn't care about anything but his angel.

"Watcing you with so many guys who can't give you what I can... it draw me crazy." He finally confessed as he watched her in science of the hallway, frozen, confused. "You still don't get it, do you? It's because I love you."

"Now I want you to look me in the eyes and tell me that you don't feel the same way." Damiano told her as he pinned her against the door of her bedroom. Her breath getting stuck in her throat as she listened to his rough voice speak. "Just then I will leave you alone."

"I can't." She whispered, feeling so small compared to him right now.

"And why is that, angel."

"Because... I'm not even gonna lie, I'm just so fucking obsessed with you, you have no idea."

That's all he needed.

Told it to her brother and she told it to me

That she's gonna be an angel, just you wait and see

When it turns out she's a devil in between the sheets

And there's nothing she can do about it

Hey, hey

His lips felt so familiar yet so unknown to her. His breathing had become more strained.

"Damn it all to hell, if I don't get to have you tonight then I'm never going to be able to have you."

"Who says it has to be that way." (Y/N) said as she gasped in pleasure as he started to suck the skin on her neck.

His muscles tensed with every thrust. She finally allowed herself to sink into the mattress, into her pillow. She finally allowed herself to have him and for him to have her. She felt his hands flattering against her spine as he drew her closer to him as if that was physically possible.

"Arch your back for me, angel."

She felt herself gasping in pleasure as she did what he asked her to do. It was hard for him to contain his own sounds, too, as he pumped his thick throbbing cock into her at a constant pace.

"Please..." she was getting overwhelmed with him continuously hitting the right spot deep inside of her.

He grabbed her ankles and lifted her ankles to place them around his waist. She was practically screaming as he continued to split her wet pussy at rapid speed. She continued to shudder as he sped up his pace.

"Bet you they don't make you sound like that, do they, angel?"

"Ah- I-"

"Do they!?"

"NOO!" She barely gasped. "They don't... only you can do- ahh- this to mee!"

She openly moaned, screaming as Damiano's cock started swelling and stretching her tight pussy even more then before. And as her orgasm hit, she began to cry. He didn't care, he continued to thrust repeatedly, no signs of stopping or at least slowing down.

"I want you to remember everything fucking seconds of this."

She was overstimulated, but the tears of pleasure continued to flow.

He suddenly pulled out, erotic sound of cum mixed together filled the deafening silence in her room. He's fiery kisses started to trail down to her soaked pussy. Soon he started to suck her clit, but he moved away when he felt your hands on his head. He removed his tongue as he repositioned himself near your ass.

"Mhh!" (Y/N) tried to gain her voice back so she could speak again. "Don't! Too much!"

"Shhh... my beautiful angel." He cooed to her. "I'm sure that you've got one more in you. Will you be a good little angel and take what I have to give you?" His words were mocking and teasing at the same time as she nodded her head as much as she could before she pushed herself further into her pillow.

"Good girl."

He slowly began to enter her again, he was lubricated by her dripping juices. The thrusts began to increase again as she screamed his name, shaking. However, soon she found herself moving to meet his rough, pleasurable thrusts, which synchronized.

She was drowning in pleasure, she couldn't comprehend what was happening anymore. However she knew one thing, every time that fat cock hit her cervix, she got closer and closer to her much needed release.

She's an angel

Only angel

She's an angel

My only angel

She's an angel

Only angel

She's an angel

My only angel

Wanna die, wanna die, wanna die tonight

Wanna die, wanna die, wanna die tonight

Wanna die, wanna die, wanna die tonight

The stadium was big. The light were truly blinging (Y/N). The adrenaline was pumping through your veins. She was so happy, so full of euphoria even tho her throat felt so sore from all the singing and her muscles were hurting her.

On the other hand Damiano felt like he was going to faint. Yes, he was euphoric and happy, too. He was so happy and excited for the even bigger future of Måneskin, but he felt nervous.

For years he was in love with this girl. He always gave his best to express it as best as he possibly could. But nothing felt good enough. His angel deserved the world, even more so. He loved her so much the fraze "to the moon and back" simply couldn't cut it.

So he decided to express his love for her in a way that he did best. He wrote her a song. And so with a deep breath, and Victoria's pep talk before he went on the stage, he stepped forward.

"How are we feeling tonight, LA!?" Damiano shouted and his shout was followed by screaming and clapping of the fans.

"So tonight you are going to hear a song you have never heard before!! You excited!!??"

Damiano had to cover his ears a little because the screaming of the fans became a little bit too much. Still he found himself laughing with excitement. Like he always did. He looked a little to the side where (Y/N) was standing so he could take a little peak at her face. Confused was not a good enough word to explain the look on her face when she heard what Damiano had said and Vic, Thomas nor Ethan didn't say anything. He wrote a song? Without me? (Y/N) though to herself.

"This song I will sing alone." Damiano said and (Y/N) got even more confused.

"You see, I met this girl a long time ago and I felt like I loved her the moment I saw her. I wanted to express my love to her and to the entire world so I wrote this song for her." Damiano continued.

The crowd was already loosing their minds as Damiano stepped took the microphone form it's stand, but when Damiano said the next words and started singing all hell broke loose.

"This song is for you, (Y/N). My only angel."

She's an angel

Only angel

She's an angel

My only angel

She's an angel

My only angel

She's an angel

My-my-my only angel

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TAGLIST

@opal-rugger

[mediumgayitalian]

fic masterlist

place to link my independent fics (under the cut). these are generally between one and ten thousand words and stand on their own. tumblr & ao3 links included.

well mother look what the war (did to my legs and to my tongue) [ao3]

i would sing you to sleep (never let them take the light behind your eyes) [ao3]

gimme, gimme (some of that vampire money) [ao3]

they both say things like "ciao bella" (while they kiss you on both cheeks) [ao3]

because i'm big, blonde, and beautiful (face the fact, the simply irrefutable) [ao3]

i love you for this day (we keep falling down) [ao3]

when the lights go out (will you take me with you) [ao3]

i'm just the worst kind of guy (to argue with) [ao3]

running away and hiding with you (i never thought they'd get me here) [ao3]

pray none of my enemies hold me captive (i grieve different) [ao3]

tonight (we are young) [ao3]

just sleep (the hardest part's the awful things i've seen) [ao3]

a thousand bodies piled up (i never thought i would be enough) [ao3]

how can i help it (if i think you're funny when you're mad) [ao3]

this one's for all you rock 'n rollers (all you crash queens and motor babies) [ao3] ART

who gives a damn (if we lose the war?) [ao3]

wipe off that makeup (what's in is despair) [ao3]

i've never had someone that knows me like you do (the way you do) [ao3]

try to keep it hidden (honey we can see right through you) [ao3]

it feels real to me now (it felt real to me then) [ao3]

the broken, the beaten (and the damned) [ao3] ART

what a choice (to choose to be held) pt. 2 [ao3] ART

just sleep (the hardest part is letting go of your dreams) [ao3]

oranges [ao3]

royal au:

i fall out of grace (i did it all) so maybe i'd live this every day [ao3]

the doctors and the nurses (they adore me so) [ao3]

[capn-twitchery]

grace still signs off his letters to twitch with "your obedient servant" or, if he's feeling bold, the not-quite-romantic-but-somehow-a-real-letter-signoff "yours, obediently"

twitch thinks this is weirdly endearing hilarious still and signs their letters off with "ciao, disobediently" to bully him about it

[headingalaxys-spicy]

Thinking of Ludwig slowly becoming a yandere after being in a relationship with his s/o for years and s/o just accepts it because they love him so much. They take every punishment he gives, and feel torn between wanting to escape but they love him too much to leave. They’re timid around him and he takes advantage of that, teasing them for his own pleasure- that’s what I’m thinking about 😅

Hello there you beautiful human. Thanks for waiting in purgatory for your ask to be answered. I hope it satisfies you ✨

Gonna put the warning here : Totally touches on things like toxic relationships that are abusive so if that’s triggering for you then yeaaaah skip this one.

How you first encountered Ludwig: 

You were having a blast at a small German town's annual summer festival. You’d gotten separated from your friend group as you spotted some fancy Deutsch wine crafted by a family doing it for over 200 years. You hadn’t realized that you were pretty drunk when you’d bumped into the German General & spilled your cherry red wine all over him as you took a tumble to the ground. 

“Oh Sheibe! Es tut mir leid! Ich kann diesen Kleidung sauber helfen.” Panicked, you pulled out many napkins and water bottles to assist him with removing the stain. Ludwig may have been annoyed but became relaxed & spellbound by your beautiful face, perfectly framed by your freshly trimmed hair. 

‘Humph. Well, at least they’re remorseful.’ 

“Es ist okay. I have dry cleaners I can drop this uniform off at and more to wear, but…” Ludwig reached into his back pocket to pull out his business card. 

“If you’re around in Berlin & want to get the best Wurst in all of Germany, call or text me. Ciao” 

[He learned his rizz from Italy.] 

The first date was a smooth yet fantastical affair. The two of you dawdled through the sprawling city of Berlin. From the Brandenburg gate to the TV tower, & down to the River Spree. You got to be fully immersed in the capital city of Deutschland by none other than its resolute representative, Ludwig Belischmidt. 

You were dazzled by all the history he knew of, down to tiny details you knew couldn’t be found in a surface-level history textbook. Your admiration of him, combined with your cute face & intellect, make it much easier for Ludwig to catch feelings. 

As the two of you moved past the honeymoon phase and into the waves of a long-term relationship, you began to notice subtle changes in Ludwig. 

He wouldn’t complement or encourage you as much. Instead, his adoration would be criticism or telling you whatever you accomplished wasn’t good enough / didn’t meet his skyscraper-high standards. This breaks down your self-esteem, so you’ll doubt yourself more. Ludwig will want you always to be pining for his approval. 

When you do something that significantly displeases him, he will have you do something that will physically break you down. Ludwig is like a loving but stringent drill sergeant. Here is a short list of things you’ll have to do in order to get back into his good graces: 

50 Push-Ups 

100 Jumping Jacks 

Hold the ‘T’ pose for 30 minutes to an hour 

Planks 

5 to 15-mile runs (depending on how Sadistic he’s feeling, if someone tried to get close to you, and your level of non-compliance will depend on how long you’ll have to run for) 

These are all things that will exhaust you and prevent you from wanting to talk back, argue with him, etc. This rigorous training also mitigates 80%-85% of your free time to socialize with others. 

Ludwig does his best to avoid putting his hands on you because you’re a human. You’re incredibly fragile. You weren’t meant to withstand him at his maximum strength. However, when you cross him, he has a leather belt to put you back in your place. For the most part, it's not something he takes great pride in, but he needs to keep you under control. He’s realized over the years that once you’ve become emotionally attached to him, he could get away with more & more problematic behavior. All he had to do was hit you with the line: “Es tut mir leid, Liebling. I had to. It was for your own good. I’ll make it up to you.” Ludwig will give you a chastised kiss on the forehead. This gesture never failed to make you turn bright red and send butterflies pouring through your guts. Your heart would sprint due to feeling the adrenaline that comes from being in love. However, your nerves would be feeling a dry stick rubbing against them gaining friction that produced a thick smoke. 

Your typical response to his apology would be followed up by a brief: 

“Kein problem. I forgive you, Ludwig.” 

Even though Ludwigs' smile touched your skin like an early morning Fall sunray heating up your chilly skin, the glaring truth about him and his progressively toxic tendencies became far more difficult to ignore as time continued. 

You evaded his gaze this time when you accepted his apology. You wondered how many times he’s said that to you now. 

‘But all relationships are like this. I shouldn’t have upset him in the first place.’ This was one of the many rationalizations that you told yourself. 

You often wondered how many more times you’d hear him say “sorry” when you cried out for him to “stop” or say “Ludwig, please! It was just a mistake!!!” As more lashes came swinging through the air & made the all too familiar crack against your soft skin. It never failed to vivid crimson 4-inch whiplash there. 

‘Is my relationship with Ludwig actually normal, though?’ Came the uncomfortable question that came to your mind every now & again. It normally materialized after you’d faced another grueling punishment of military-style exercise, a lashing, being denied access to friends, fun, and family, a disagreement, etc. You longed not to have to walk in a minefield of broken glass, eggshells, & razors when navigating conversations with him. 

“Y/N?” Ludwig says sternly with a touch of concern. Your lack of eye contact with him when accepting his apology was a subtle signal to him that he had to go all out when he planned your latest couples' make-up trip. It had to be something spectacular. 

“Yes?” You say in an exhausted tone that was weighed down by the conflict between your heart and your head. You continued to stare at the concrete of the garage. 

“Where do you want to go for dinner?” 

Ludwig would ignore your gradually growing frigid demeanor since you’d been together for such a long time. 

‘It’s just a rough patch. They’ll get over their hesitations soon enough. A well-planned and thought-out day always wins Y/N back.’ 

This is what Ludwig tells himself in order to keep up the delusion that he’s doing nothing wrong and that your relationship is normal. It’s always been this way. 

Why would it be any different now? 

A vacation was the only thing Ludwig needed to get the two of you back on track. 

Usually, Ludwig relished in silence, but not when you refrained to talking to him at all. You would at least give a few compliments about something or try to start a conversation. Only having spoken the basic pleasantries of “Guten Morgen” or “Guten Nacht” with no attempt at speaking more did make him feel uneasy. But not enough to make him rethink where he was going next. 

“Y/N, while planning our trip, I thought we could do something far more exciting.” You stopped staring at your food to move your eyes up to meet his. “We’re going to climb up Watzmann.” Ludwig knew damn well you hated heights. 

“And …..why, for the love of God, would you think I’d enjoy that?” Not being able to hold back your disbelief and irritation. 

“Well, all that training you’ve done. It’s time to test your mettle Y/N! You can’t let all of my hard work go to waste!” Utterly oblivious to the fuse he’s just ignited. 

The tense and uncomfortable silence choked any peace out of the atmosphere. It stayed that way for 90 seconds as the sparks set off the bomb. Its flames made its way through your veins. 

This was not what real love looked like. You pushed your plate away & slammed your fork and knife onto it. Your reaction hit Ludwig like a lightning bolt. 

“I'm seriously done with you, Ludwig!” 

With that, you went back to your hotel room in a huff. Some people stared silently at Ludwig, and others watched you march away. 

You never turned back. 

[dandysnob]

Paul Landers 👀

(blog sbagliato, lo so!)

Ciao "Anon" 👀 Ah yes Paul Landers! (◦˘◡˘)❤️

He is beauty (✿ᴗ////ᴗ)✨️

He is grace 👌🏻(ꈍ⌓ꈍ✿)

He has a wonderful smile (´▽`ʃƪ)

A wonderful faith force 🙌🏻

Perfect hair (*’▽’*)/🎀ﾟ’

And a very pretty face! (❁˵ ºั‿ºั˵)

[khthonyk]

Γεια σου e ciao! I’m Melanthe. I’m a polytheist. I’ve been pagan since about 2017. I’m still learning, (and slowly working to finish my masters in Lit).

💀my patrons are Dionysus and Hades but I work with many gods and goddesses

💀 I’m nonbinary (they/them)

💀 all about that dark pretty boi aesthetic

💀 I’m Greek/Southern Italian (working on my language skills in both, but my Italian is stronger)

💀 this blog is mostly my writing and my journey as a pagan, as well as things I like

💀 I do like some darker things, I’ll do my best to tag everything appropriately but if I miss something please show me grace

💀 I don’t fuck with no bigots

Let’s fuck it up and be friends

[phr3ia]

Love Game (Toji Fushiguro x Fem!Reader) [Chapter 03 : Gesture]

Toji's text arrived around lunchtime, leaving you cringing at the contents.

(SMS)

Toji: Hey, sexy. Just finished up a job. What do you crave for lunch? I'll grab something on my way back, considering I owe you one for putting up with me last night.

You: Oh, I'm sure whatever you're done with, I don't want your leftovers.

Toji: Aw, don't be like that. It's not like I'm bringing anything 'leftover'... Unless you're implying you want a 'taste'? Haha!

You: God, you are such a pig. No, I don't want a taste of your 'job' that you did, thank you very much. And I hope you didn't kill anyone while you were doing it. If you did, we're going to have a serious problem.

Toji: Lighten up, buttercup. It's not what you think. It's just business. And I'm talking about my real job. But if you insist, I won't get you anything. Fine, live with hunger.

You: Oh, I won't starve. I'm capable of buying food, unlike some people I know. And if you don't mind, I'll prefer it if you stop calling me buttercup. It sounds creepy coming from you.

Toji: Buttercup suits you, and I like it. You're just mad you don't have a man to spoil you rotten. Pity.

You: I don't need a man to spoil me. I can spoil myself, thank you very much. And for your information, I'm too busy to deal with men like you.

Toji: I know you need someone to keep you warm at night.

You: Are you for real? I don't need anyone to satisfy my needs, and I have no need to be warmed by you. I can keep myself warm, thank you. And if you think I'll come to you for anything, you're living in your own fantasy.

Toji: Oh, I know you'll come to me. The day you realize I'm your only hope, I'll be waiting. Until then, I'll keep teasing you. Ciao, Buttercup!

You: Get lost, you perverted bastard! I'll make sure to tell everyone at work that you're a womanizer. Maybe they'd avoid you like the plague.

Toji: Go ahead. The more the merrier. They'll still come. You're just jealous because you can't get any.

You: Whatever, Toji.

Toji: See you, Buttercup.

You shook your head, annoyed by his persistence. He just didn't understand the true meaning of boundaries.

You knew Toji is an assassin, a Sorcerer Killer, his profession is the very reason you are still alive. But beyond his deadly trade, he also earned extra money from women he slept with, women who seemed to enjoy spoiling him.

~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~

You arrived home, exhausted from a long day at work, ready to relax. The moment you stepped into the apartment, you froze. There, on the couch, was Toji with a woman, dressed in nothing but a T-shirt and panties, cuddling up to him.

You gaped at the scene in front of you, not knowing how to react. Toji noticed your entrance and smirked, a devilish glint in his eye.

"Look who finally decided to grace us with her presence." he said, giving the woman a friendly peck on the head. "This is Yuki, she'll be staying here for the night."

Yuki giggled and waved at you, seemingly unbothered by your presence. You felt your anger brewing beneath your skin.

"I see. Well, I'll just be getting ready for bed." you deadpanned, trying and failing to hide your irritation.

Toji laughed and playfully tossed a throw pillow at you. "Oh, please. We both know you're a freak. You probably watch from behind the door. So, what'll it be? Jealousy or embarrassment?"

You glared at him, resisting the urge to punch him in the throat. "I don't need to watch from behind the door. I have a life, plus, I'm not embarrassed. I'm just glad I'll be sleeping soon, far away from you and your... guests."

Yuki chuckled, "Don't mind him, he's just salty because he can't get you. And he's got a thing for women in uniform, which is why he's obsessed with you."

"Shut up, Yuki." Toji hissed.

"Thanks for the info, Yuki. I'll sleep even better tonight knowing that." you retorted, rolling your eyes as you headed to your room.

"Don't forget to lock the door, Buttercup." Toji called out, the nickname grating on your nerves.

"Don't forget to zip up your pants when you're done with her." you shot back, slamming the door shut behind you.

After getting ready for bed, you lay on your mattress, hoping to fall asleep quickly. The silence in your room was comforting, and you hoped it would last all night. You were about to drift off when you heard Toji's voice from the other side of the door.

"Hey, Buttercup. I'm going out with Yuki tonight. So there won't be any loud moaning and groaning this evening. Sleep tight."

You remained silent, feigning sleep, but your heart pounded with relief. You were secretly grateful for the respite. Toji chuckled, and you heard the creak of the door opening and closing. The sound of their footsteps faded, and the apartment was once again quiet.

Your eyes sprang open, and you frantically scrambled to the window, peering through the blinds. Seeing his car leave, a wide grin spread across your face. "Yes! They're gone!" You cheered internally, feeling victorious.

You sprang out of bed, determined to make the most of your unexpected solo evening.

"First things first, that couch must be purified!!!" you announced to the empty room. Grabbing a bottle of disinfectant spray and a roll of paper towels before marching into the living room.

With exaggerated dramatic flair, you sprayed the disinfectant onto the cushions, wiping them down meticulously.

"There, that should do it!" you declared, as if the couch would respond. You then settled down onto the now-sanitized cushions, flicking on the television with excitement.

Feeling hungry, you bounded out of the living room, heading for the kitchen. Your excitement was evident as you rummaged through the pantry, finding a bag of potato chips. You grabbed a few glasses of water too, just in case.

Returning to the living room, you settled back into the couch. "Finally, some peace and quiet. Just the way I like it." you whispered to yourself, taking a satisfying crunch of the chips.

~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~

[5 hours later...]

Toji's key jangled in the lock, and the door creaked open. He stepped into the dimly lit apartment, surprised to find the TV turned on. He followed the sound of muffled snoring, spotting you passed out on the couch, your head lolling to the side with drool trailing from the corner of your mouth.

Toji couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of you, looking utterly ridiculous. He silently padded closer, gently lifting your head to rest on a pillow.

"Goodnight, Buttercup." he whispered, turning off the TV and the lights. He left you there, sleeping peacefully, unaware of the gesture that he just did for you.

•┈••✦ ❤ ✦••┈•

End Of Chapter 3 🥀....

@meowforluv

[cutechan555]

Grace: Ciao again!! (Shes now have her own business again as a bakery)

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[peaches2217]

I drove a grand total of 70 miles yesterday so I could spend all afternoon huffing perfume and this is ultimately my take. Do with this information what you will.

Details below the cut!

*scent names clockwise from top-left*

Mario

Tom Ford Tuscan Leather

Gucci Guilty Elixir de Parfum Pour Homme

Viktor & Rolf Spicebomb Infrared

Valentino Uomo

Luigi

Armani Acqua di Giò Parfum

Rabanne Phantom EDT

Le Labo Baie 19

Tom Ford Grey Vetiver

Peach

Juicy Couture Viva La Juicy Sucre

Oscar de la Renta Bella Bouquet

Vince Camino Ciao

Coach Love

Daisy

Viktor & Rolf Flowerbomb Nectar

Marc Jacobs Daisy Pop

Estée Lauder Desert Eden

Gucci Flora Gorgeous Magnolia

Rosalina

Tiffany & Love

Dior J'adore Parfum D'eau

Philosophy Amazing Grace

Thomas Kosmala No. 1 Tonic Blanc

Pauline

Jimmy Choo I Want Choo Forever

Estée Lauder Youth-Dew

Valentino Born in Roma Donna Intense

Viktor & Rolf Good Fortune Elixir Intense

[imnameimswrld]

001 ━━ 𝐀 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐡 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 ,,

"Andiamo, Mattie," I call out as I meander through the boxes stacked up in the passageway, giving a light tug to the head of raven curls that takes a little too long to respond.

Mateo blindly swats above his head, but just misses my attack, and a cheeky chuckle leaves my lips when he sports a harmless glare in my direction.

"Greet Zietta, and grab Rory on your way out."

Nodding, my little brother quickly snatches up the golden puppy from the floor with little grace, and undoubtedly almost tripping over his laces that are almost always undone. Shaking my head at his habit, I turn to examine the apartment in it's bare state, albeit the beige leather couch in the far left, and of course, all the boxes holding my aunt's many belongings.

So I guess it's not bare, but it's void of personality.

I can almost imagine how this place will look in a month; pictures of Mattie and I on every possible surface my aunt can place one on, a wall dedicated to her plethora of ballet achievements, and crystals. Everywhere. I swear, this woman and her crystals should be turned into a documentary. I'm sure she'd go viral.

Speaking of the shiny rocks...

"Here, don't forget this." my aunt's arms shake slightly under the weight of the box she hands me, and I imagine if it weren't for her athletic build, they'd give out before she could even pull it two inches from the ground.

I ain't dumb, but that doesn't mean that for the greater good, I won't act like it.

"And this is ?" nothing in my posture indicates I want the box, but I'm a gentlemen, so I situate a hand under the surface, allowing her to drop some of it's weight onto it.

Zietta Celina's chuckle is dry and coated with sarcasm, and just to place the cherry ontop, with a sweetly fake smile, she let's the box go without warning. Now, I hate these damn crystals, but they cost a shit load of cash and well, a gift is a gift – so despite my dislike for them, I'm hilariously quick to secure them in my grasp.

Celina flicks some of her golden blonde locks over her shoulder, an annoyingly satisfied smile plastered on her glossy lips.

"Why do you still try, tesoro ?"

"Because it's worth a shot, everytime."

I peck her rosy cheek, before turning to retreat towards the stairs, but not before whipping around when a slap gets delivered right on my jean-clad ass.

"Zietta !"

"Ciao mio dolce tesoro, look after your brother well !"

And with another one of her sweet smiles, she shuts the door to her new apartment, and I can faintly hear her giggles as the comforting smell of her rose perfume lingers in the now quieting air. With a huff between laughter and a scoff, I descend the singular flight of stairs because Celina's fear of heights refused higher up from the safety of of the ground, I spot Mattie through the grand glass doors with a ball of golden energy in his arms as it's tongue laps at his face.

Stepping into the warm Monacon breeze, my gaze drops to Mattie's loose shoelaces, before it disappears as he jumps into the passenger seat. Securing a seat belt around the box of crystals in the back seat, I make my way around and hop into the driver's seat.

"Can we get ice cream with Charles ?"

Checking to see if his belts on, I click in my own before pushing my key in and rotating it, my car waking with a loud, vintage roar.

"Only if you tie your laces."

"Huh ?" Mattie's confused gaze turns into an annoyed scowl that has the scar in his eyebrow shifting as he looks down at his prestine Van's. He grumbles in his mother tongue as he reaches down to tie them up, and I take a moment to wonder why he even put them on this morning in the first place.

He hates shoes with laces.

Well, technically, he hates shoes in general.

Thongs- sorry, flip flops, or slippers, are the "only exception".

With another little huff, he falls back into the beige leather seats, pushing his overgrown curls from his lightly layered with sweat forehead. I catch a glimmer of something in his green eyes as he glances down at the shoes, and that's when it hits me – and I feel so stupid for forgetting, when it didn't even happen that long ago.

Mamma got it for him.

Those light greens bounce from the road to me, before settling on my brown ones.

"Cosa ?"

The day has been going so well, that I don't want to put a damper on it with our longtime paternal issues right now.

"Niente," I shake me head, before putting the car into gear and gesturing with my chin towards my phone that lies in the console between us. "Call Char, let's see if he's free."

[weepingfoxfury]

The man on the radio is throwing all manner of tunes in our general direction, says there's birthdays for the man and his year of the cat plus we may just head to Barcelona for the other one. Weatherwise things are a little on the damp side, there may be hints of sunshine between the showers or showers between the hints of sunshine ... all things considered, a day for keeping 'the umbrella' close. The traffic lady seems to mention somewhere called Roaches Town where things are bumper to bumper and she may just get thrown off the bus ... somebody call Grace Jones and the Men In Black!

Today's groaner: The owner of a wine shop answers his phone in the middle of the night. A slightly panicky voice on the other end asks, "It's kind of an emergency. When does your shop open?" The owner replies in an exasperated voice, "I just closed half an hour ago. So it won't open till tomorrow morning." Sometime later the owner is woken up with another call, " How long till you open? My need is urgent.", says the same, but slightly inebriated, voice. The slightly puzzled owner replies, "I told you, it won't open till morning." A few hours later there's another call, "When will your shop open?", shouts a drunk voice. The owner, now at the cusp of righteous wrath, shouts back, "For crying out loud! I told you - in the morning! And you don't sound like you need any wine by the way your night's been going, anyway." A slightly puzzled, but heavily intoxicated voice replies, "I've plenty of wine. What I need is a way out from your shop." ;-D badoom tish ... here all week!!

Mostly off planet at this point. You wouldn't believe how much my technology has been against me this morning! Some days I really shouldn't approach my laptop ... or maybe I should just approach it from a completely different angle ... or maybe I just need more coffee. Either way, I'm now going to head away from this little screen and just keep looking out of the window instead. No buttons to press, no notifications, no messages telling me that me and my passwords don't exist. "I'm sorry Dave, I can't do that" ... looks like HAL 9000 has found me. ;-)

Thursday, Thursday, Thursday ... Biggest Dog had a good night's sleep and so did we all ... ciao until tomorrow ...

[moonspirit]

hello hello my peasants, I’m the anon that recommended line without a hook for vbeow now revealing myself to✨enlighten✨you with some lyrics that remind me of aruani (from vbeow or in general)

-��where you go i go, what you see i see, I know I’ll never be me without the security of your loving arms keeping me from harm” skyfall, adele

-“I’ve rejected affection for years and years, now i have it and damn it it’s kind of weird, he tells me I’m pretty, don’t know how to respond, i tell him that he’s pretty too, can i say that? Don’t have a clue” valentine, laufey

-cpr by cupkkake. The whole song.

-“I’d like to think that’s how you lean on my shoulder and how i see myself with you, i don’t say a word but still you take my breath and steal the things i know, there you go, saving me from out of the cold” fire on fire, Sam smith

-“I know I’ll always be less than zero, you tried your best with me, I know, I couldn’t face you with my darkest truth of all” less than zero, The Weeknd

-“in your eyes i see there’s something inside you, in your eyes, I know it hurts to smile but you try to, you always try to hide the pain, you always know just what to say, i always look the other way: I’m blind, I’m blind; in your eyes, you lie but i don’t let it define you” in your eyes, the weeknd

-“don’t cut me out, throw me out, leave me here to waste, i once was a man with dignity and grace, now I’m slipping through the cracks of your cold embrace so please could you find a way to let me down slowly? A little sympathy i hope you can show me, if you wanna go then I’ll be so lonely” let me down slowly, Alec benjamin

Et voila there you go🌬️ i can’t wait to read the new chapter to unlock a new category of angry sad songs that i can associate to aruani LMAOOOO CIAO AMORE

Hello, omg xD

I'll be honest, CPR took me the fuck out xD

If that isn't the definition of Annie's horniness... 💀 RIP Armin (but he's having the time of his life)!

Skyfall is majestic, but Valentine??!! VALENTINE??!!! How better to describe Annie's absolute stupefaction when Armin's complimenting her? "Me? Pretty girl, cute girl-? Oh no wtf what to do how to react boi waht-!"

This one though...

-“I know I’ll always be less than zero, you tried your best with me, I know, I couldn’t face you with my darkest truth of all” less than zero, The Weeknd

Kill me Armin's self-loathing at an all-time low ugh

AND WHAT IS WITH THE LAST TWO?? oh MY god TT__TT "In your Eyes" is from Annie to Armin and "Let me down slowly" is from Armin to Annie- I CANT-

Though... my absolute favourite in this list is:

!!!!!! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME WITH THIS SONG!!!! HOLY FUCK I-

*spine tingling*

tHATSALLTHEANGSTYFEELINGSNEGIOEGHEGKA