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[inniave]

ABOVE ALL THINGS

SUFFERING,

GLORIFIED

[mellowsadistic]

Easter Bunnies - Part 3

Melony woke up from her nap feeling strange. Her first thought was of chocolate. Daddy had said she could have some of her Easter eggs after her nap, and she could feel a rumbling in her tummy. But her second thought was about why she was taking a nap in the middle of the afternoon. She wasn’t a baby, after all. Only dumb babies needed naps. She lifted her head off her pillow and looked around blearily. She was sharing a crib with Jackie. Her friend was still fast asleep, sucking her thumb peacefully, and she was giving off a strong smell of urine. But then, Melony thought, as she lifted the covers and looked down at the sodden adult diaper around her own waist, that could just as easily be her…

She blinked. Her head felt funny. Or had it been feeling funny before? She put a hand to the top of her head, but there was nothing there. No bunny ears. Where had they gone? A slight frown creased her brow. Why did she want them so badly anyway? They were just a pair of stupid bunny ears. They were for little girls. Or were they for big girls too? Her frown became more pronounced. She was pretty sure she’d seen grown-ups wearing bunny ears. Girls in sexy outfits. So they couldn’t be that immature.

Melony got up on her knees, and her mouth twisted into a grimace as her nappy sagged heavily. It was so full of wee-wee that it almost touched the plastic sheet of Jackie’s crib. Her outfit definitely wasn’t mature. Adults didn’t wear yucky wet diapers. She put her hands to her chest, and her felt her breasts through the fabric of the yellow t-shirt Daddy had dressed her in for her nap. But little girls didn’t have these.

Then it all came flooding back to her in a rush, all her memories, all her awareness. “Oh my God…” she whispered. She started shaking Jackie awake. “Jackie,” she hissed urgently, panic rising inside her. Their boyfriends were trying to turn them into overgrown toddler freaks! “Jackie, wake up!”

Jackie’s eyes fluttered open and she pulled her thumb out of her mouth with a pop. “Dada?” she murmured sleepily.

“No, Jackie, it’s me! It’s Melony! Wake up! You’ve got to remember who you are!”

Jackie rubbed her eyes with her fists and blinked up at her. “Mewwie?” She clambered awkwardly up onto her knees too, then she grinned. “Mewwie!” she squealed, and wrapped Melony in a tight hug. “I wuv you!”

Melony cringed. She could feel her friend’s braless breasts squishing against her. “I love you too, Jackie,” she said, keeping her voice low, “but right now we need to get out of here.” She extracted herself from the cuddle. “You’re not a baby, Jackie. You’re a grown woman, remember? You’re twenty-four years old. You’re training to be a doctor!”

Jackie cocked her head, still grinning. She let out a gurgling giggle that suggested to Melony she hadn’t understood a word of what she’d just said, or perhaps she just thought they were playing.

Hazel stirred beneath the sheets of her mattress on the floor. She yawned and stretched and got to her feet; as the Hello Kitty covers fell from her body, she was revealed wearing nothing but a soaking wet pair of training pants. It was no wonder the room smelled like pee – all three women had wet themselves in their sleep.

“Hazel!” Melony said urgently, turning her attention to her other friend.

Hazel blushed and covered her padded crotch with her hands. “Acc-see-dents doesn’t count when it’s naptime,” she mumbled shamefully. “Daddy says.”

“Hazel please! You’re not a toddler! You’re an adult!”

Hazel beamed. “I a big girl!” she declared proudly, putting her hands on her hips and standing with her legs wide, making the droop of her pull-ups obvious. “Not a baby wike you and Jackie!”

“No!” Melony pleaded. “Hazel, we’re all adults! Our boyfriends have done something to us! You’ve got to wake up!”

Hazel shook her head in a superior way. “Am awake, Mewwie,” she said. “Siwwy baby!”

At that moment, the door to the bedroom opened and Peter came in.

“You!” Melony snarled, getting to her feet and gripping the side of the crib, glaring at her boyfriend. “What the hell have you done to us?!”

Peter raised his eyebrow. “That’s no way to talk to your Daddy, little one,” he said, sternly. “Keep that up and I’ll have no choice but to put you over my knee.”

“You’re not my Daddy!” Melony shouted furiously. “And you can’t talk to me that way! I don’t know if you drugged us or hypnotized us or what, but when I get out of here you’re going straight into a fucking prison cell!”

His expression quite calm, Peter walked up to the crib and lowered the bars. Then he took Jackie by the hand and helped her down onto the carpet. “Hazel,” he said, turning to the nearly nude young woman, “be a good girl, take Jackie and go and find your Daddies, okay? I think they’ll give you some of your Easter chocolate! But Mellie’s being a naughty little girl, so I’m going to have to give her a spanking before she can come downstairs.”

Jackie’s eyes widened and Hazel giggled. “Yes, Mewwie’s Daddy!” she chirped, and she took Jackie by the hand and skipped out of the room in nothing but her pissy pull-up, dragging her infantilized friend along beside her.

Once they were gone, Peter turned back to her. He pointed his finger at the floor. “Come here, Mellie. Out of the crib. You’ve earned yourself a sore, red bottom, young lady.”

“You’re crazy!” Melony shouted. “I’m not gonna let you spank me, you monster!”

“In a minute or two, you’re not going to have the will to resist, darling. Not when Daddy gives you a stern look. Your mind will be regressing back to babyhood any moment now.”

“W-what do you mean?” Melony stammered, as a chill ran through her body at his words.

“There we no drugs, sweetie,” said Peter. “No hypnosis. Just your special bunny ears. They made all those wonderful changes inside your head, just like they did with your two little friends, and the effects are totally permanent, baby girl. This is just a little bounce-back, that’s all. Jackie had hers yesterday, and Hazel had hers just before we arrived today. One final little burst of adulthood before it’s back to diapers forever.”

“No…” Melony whispered. But she could already feel it happening in her mind. Her head was getting fuzzy again. Soft and fuzzy. Like it was full of cotton candy. She shook her head fiercely. “No!” she shouted. Her face was burning with humiliation at the thought of being stuck as an adult-sized toddler for the rest of her life, being gawped at and cooed over by strangers, by her friends and family, by her lunatic of a boyfriend. “I’m not gonna be wike… like that forever!”

“I’m afraid there’s no going back now, baby,” Peter said gently. “If you had any last things you wanted to say as a grown-up, now’s the time, because in a few moments you’ll have the behaviours and intellectual level of a three-year-old.” He grinned. “But I’m going to treat you like you’re two.” He looked her over thoughtfully. “Oliver wanted a happy toddler girl who’s proud as a peach to sit on an oversized child’s potty and pee in it in front of a crowd,” he said. “Hazel was always so shy before, but now she’s quite the little exhibitionist, as I’m sure you’ve noticed! George just wanted to see Jackie transformed into a dim-witted baby, barely out of infancy, without a thought in her pretty little head. She was so smart before; I think George finds it funny that she’s now too dumb to even tell when she’s pooped her pants.”

Melony could only stare at her boyfriend in horror. It was getting harder and harder to hold her thoughts together, and there was another problem too – the rumbling in her tummy from earlier had changed into a different feeling, a fullness in her bottom. She clenched her rear tightly.

“But I wanted something a little different from both of them,” Daddy went on. Peter. His name was Peter, not Daddy. “I wanted the sweet spot; a girl who’s just mature enough to want to be out of diapers, but who has to wear them anyway. I think that would be perfect for you, Mellie.”

Mellie shook her head again, her lips forming a pout. “No!” she whined. Her head felt so empty. So light and fluffy. Fluffy like a bunny. “Don’t wanna… Don’t wike…” The pressure in her bottom was building, becoming impossible to control almost as quickly as it had first appeared.

“Go on, baby,” her boyfriend cooed. “Any last thoughts before it’s back to baby-land for good for big girl Melony?”

Mellie looked up into his eyes. A mixture of fear and anger and confusion burned in hers. “Gotta go poopy!” she blurted, and then bent her knees, screwed up her face, and started to poop her pants.

Above her, Daddy laughed. “That’s my little Mellie,” he cooed, patting her on the head. She let out a loud grunt and pushed a load into her nappy, quickly followed by a long gush of pee-pee. “That’s Daddy’s little stinker! Melony the big girl is all gone now, isn’t she? It’s just silly baby Mellie left, ready to spend the rest of Easter toddling around in a dirty diaper. Ready for a lifetime of loving cuddles and strict discipline from her Daddy. Finish up making your whoopsie, baby, then move that messy bum of yours out of the crib. Your big girl brains might have leaked out into your nappy, but Daddy hasn’t forgotten that you need a spanking!”

The End

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[sareeen]

The perfect look

Pairing: Azriel x fem!reader

Summary: If Azriel's mate needs help, he will help her, whatever it takes. Even when it's about women's things.

Warnings: Absolutely nothing. Fluff, fluff, fluff. Sweet boy Azriel.

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A/N: My late night writing, which I like and which warmed my heart. I hope it puts a smile on your face too. :)

English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistake.

Y/N muttered angrily to herself as she washed off her makeup for the sixth time. Tomorrow was the annual charity ball, organised by a friend for orphaned children of soldiers killed in the war, and everything had to be perfect, because it was so important. However, when she decided today that she would try to prepare her makeup for tomorrow to match her outfit, she never imagined she would face so many obstacles. First, she ran out of her favourite foundation, which she went to the store to get, but it wasn't until she got home that she noticed the shop assistant had given her the darker shade and when she put it on her face she looked like she had been lying on the beach for at least a month. Secondly, she was unable to choose the perfect shade because she felt none of them fitted the colour of her dress. Thirdly, she couldn't get a decent eyeliner line and they all looked like something a two-year-old had scribbled on her eyelids rather than a fully grown adult woman and her hands were shaking with frustration. Fourthly...she was fed up with it all, her eyes hurt from all the rubbing and different makeup going into her eyes.

Who says makeup is easy, Y/N raged in herself and yelped when someone behind her spoke.

"What are you doing?"

The someone was none other than the mysterious Azriel, who was now leaning against the doorjamb with his arms folded across his chest. In the mirror, Y/N surveyed his tattooed, muscular torso, thick taut biceps and strong legs. It was a sight she could never get tired of and she loved it when Azriel was around like this. A little underpants and nothing else.

"I'm putting on makeup" Y/N sighed and wiped the red lipstick from her lips that had left a stain on the skin of her face when she accidentally smudged it. Now a pale pink stain remained behind.

Wonderful, just what was needed.

She was on the verge of hysterics and tears, which didn't bode well. She was a heartbeat away from packing everything up and curling up under a blanket on the couch for a long nap.

"Does makeup involve picking out your eyes?" Azriel raised his eyebrows. "Or do you have to draw a black line on your eyeballs too now?"

The spymaster teased her, which she probably would have returned at another time, but now her mouth curled down and she leaned wearily against the basin.

"I can't manage a decent makeup," she said in frustration. "Tomorrow is so important and I don't want to ruin it."

"Sweetheart" Azriel pushed away from the door and wrapped her in his arms. Y/N inhaled his scent, which soothed her frazzled nerves a little and burrowed her face into his muscular chest. His skin was warm and soft beneath her cheek and she smoothed her hands over his body with pleasure. "You're beautiful and there's just no way you're going to mess up the ball."

"I know I'm blowing things out of proportion" Y/N whispered, embarrassed by her behavior. She felt stupid for freaking out so much. "I just can't figure out what the perfect makeup would look like. Somehow none of them look right."

Azriel said nothing for a long moment, just stroked her back and kissed into her hair.

"Would it help if you practiced on someone else?" he murmured.

"What?" Y/N raised her head to look at him. She couldn't believe that he was offering to be her mannequin.

"You heard me right" Azriel chuckled and his golden brown eyes sparkled lovingly as he looked down at her.

Y/N was suddenly seized with excitement at the idea and grinned happily.

"Yes" she replied, carried away. "It would help a lot if I could put makeup on you."

Azriel closed his eyes, laughing, and shook his head in disbelief that this sentence had actually, really been uttered.

"I'm ready" he announced and sat down firmly on the edge of the tub so that Y/N could easily reach his face. "Make me breathtakingly beautiful. It's terrible to suffer this ugliness."

Dramatic sighs erupted from the depths of his chest and he even ruffled his midnight black hair in a pout for good measure. Laughing at his performance, Y/N took one of the makeup brushes in her hand and tickled his nose playfully, causing Azriel to sneeze so loudly that even passers-by on the street probably heard. Y/N doubled over with laughter and even shed a tear, but Azriel joined in too and his deep, melodious laughter reached to her very soul.

"I'm sorry" Y/N gasped for breath and took Azriel's head in her hands. Giggling, she pressed a kiss to his nose, then to his lips. "I had no idea it would have such an effect on you."

"When it comes to you, surprising things always happen" he replied with a grin. "But that's why I love you."

"Just like I love you too"

She took the brush in her hand again, but this time she started to work the makeup on his face and Azriel sat still. First she applied the foundation, then the blush and finally she took the powder box in her hand. The spymaster watched dubiously as she tapped the compact into the white powder, which left a small cloud of dust behind. However, he sat patiently waiting for it to spread over his face.

"Which one do you think would look good with the colour of my dress?" asked Y/N, showing him the makeup palette, which had like forty colours ranging from bright pink to pitch black. "I was thinking gold and this brown" Y/N poked her finger at the colour.

"Yes" Azriel said, puzzled, for he was very much at a loss for this sort of thing. "It's nice"

Y/N worked on his eyes for about a quarter of an hour, using different brushes, pads and even dragging something across his lashes. Finally, she nodded in satisfaction when she'd got it right and told him not to move now. Azriel stiffened like a statue, but flinched slightly when something small like a wet brush stroked first across his left and then his right eyelid.

"Open your eyes," Y/N pleaded, and then watched raptly as the golden brown eyes she held so dear trembled open. The makeup accentuated the warm colours of his eyes and even brought out that hint of green that is rarely seen.

"You are so beautiful," Y/N whispered, mesmerized.

"Well, thank you" the shadow singer furrowed his brows as if he couldn't decide how to respond to that. "Are we done?"

"Wait, the lipstick!" Y/N forgot all about it and hastily took it in her hand, then turned back to him. "Now squeak your lips."

Azriel giggled in compliance, pursed his plump lips and leaned towards Y/N. Y/N carefully smeared the slightly glistening lipstick on him and stepped back to admire her work. It was odd to see Azriel like this, but he still looked stunningly masculine in full ball makeup and tiny black underpants.

"Well, do you fancy me?" Azriel fluttered his eyelashes and even smacked his lips.

Y/N laughed and agreed.

"You've never looked better," she said and handed him a small oval mirror. "I don't think I'll wash it off you, it looks so great on you."

Azriel looked at himself in the mirror and even under the layers of makeup she could see him blushing.

"Sweet gods" he mumbled shaking his head as he looked at himself. The makeup was really nice, but if he had seen any of his brothers he would have been listening to this for the rest of eternity.

However, a sneaky idea occurred to his mind and Y/N squealed in surprise when Azriel grabbed her around the waist and pulled her towards him.

"You know, I'd love to test this lipstick" Azriel's face was serious, but his eyes were mischievously twinkling. "I think it's important to know if I can kiss you tomorrow night without my lips glistening afterwards."

He didn't even wait for her to answer before he leaned in and kissed her. It was a sweet, delicate kiss that tasted like strawberries thanks to the lipstick and she giggled into his mouth. Azriel pulled away from her lips and then targeted every corner of her face from her forehead to the base of her neck and Y/N squirmed trying to get free, but he held her tightly and laughed as he continued to torture her.

"No, Azriel" Y/N screamed panting and laughing as his kisses tickled her. When she managed a glance in the mirror she saw that the lipstick was not kiss-proof, for her whole face was covered with Azriel's mouth marks. Finally, Azriel leaned over and pressed his cheek to hers, so they could look at themselves in the mirror together. She wished they could stay like that forever.

"I think we look really good," Azriel growled. "Especially you"

"Can't beat you now" Y/N replied with a smile as she watched him in the mirror. "That color really suits you"

Azriel hummed in agreement, but the corners of his mouth curled upwards in amusement. However, this quickly disappeared when two huge figures appeared in the doorway.

For a moment, all four of them stood frozen, Azriel still with his arms around her waist in makeup and she with her arms around his neck with lipstick marks on her face. It was like they'd been caught having sex, but it was even more awkward than that.

Finally, one of the men burst out laughing and within a moment the other followed. They pushed their way into the bathroom and pointed at Azriel.

"Brother" Rhysand chuckled. "What an amazing look. Maybe you have a date tonight?"

"I think he's going to a ball instead" snorted Cassian. "Where's your dress? I would recommend the side-slit piece that shows off your beautiful legs. Perhaps you waxed that as well?"

Y/N stifled a laugh with difficulty. After all, she had put poor Azriel in this position and it would be ugly if she betrayed him like that.

"I-" began Azriel, but he was speechless. "No, I have no excuse for that."

Y/N took pity on the poor man, but before she could rise to his defense, Rhysand cut her off.

"Come on" the High Lord wiped his eyes with a smirk and shrugged, "I model nude for my mate's paintings every week. Compared to that, a little makeup is not a disaster."

"Not small, big" Cassian hummed with a sly smile, but his eyes were friendly as he surveyed them.

"You don't say a word, Cassian!" retorted Azriel pointing at him. "You're probably dressing up as some book character from one of those novels Nesta reads and doing something dirty I'd rather not hear about."

"Hey, do you know how well those tend to end?" asked Cassian, offended, but he was already turning to Rhysand, who was now starting to tease him.

Y/N was watching their bickering, but Azriel distracted her by leaning over and whispering in her ear.

"I think it was good fun."

"Yes" Y/N said softly and gave him a soft kiss. "Thank you for sacrificing yourself and helping me."

"For you anytime"

[avatar-anna]

hi i know u said u had writers block and i have this idea for a blurb/fic idk if you take requests and please delete this if you hate it BUT i’m terrible at writing and can’t get this idea out of my head, mua/yn and harry are secretly dating, some of the crew figure it out as tour goes on but fans start to notice a girl at every show who’s wearing like subtly matching outfits to harry and that’s how people find out they’re together, i just think it’d be such a cute concept AND maybe H doesn’t realise at first and she won’t tell him till he notices and she gets all shy when he asks her about it 🥺

so, i actually already have a makeup artist!y/n. it was one of the first fics i'd ever written on this page. so i just kinda tried to do a continuation of it here. enjoy!

The Makeup Artist, Vogue Beauty Secrets, Painting H's Nails

"Five more minutes."

"You said that five minutes ago."

Harry pulled back, his swollen lips turned down into a pout. "Do you not want five more minutes? You're hurting my heart, here, lovie."

You giggled and booped Harry's nose before kissing his cheek. "I want all the minutes, baby. But I think I'm also the only one paying attention to how close we're getting to showtime. And I have a job too, you know."

Harry didn't say anything to your attempt at logic, just leaned in again, his nose nudging against yours until he finally kissed you. And even though you knew you should've already been setting up your makeup kit to get the band ready, you let him. It was hard to say no, it was hard to say anything when he kept licking the seam of your lips, urging you to give him what he wanted. You.

And because you were about as obsessed with him as he was with you, you gave in, pushing him deeper into his makeup chair as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Harry grinned into the kiss, satisfied that you gave in.

"I'm gonna get fired for not doing my job," you mumbled a couple minutes later as he kissed his way up to your ear.

"By who? I'm technically the one that hired you," Harry replied with ease.

You rolled your eyes and pulled back just enough to hold his cheeks in your hands. "I have to get you ready."

He huffed. "It's not that much. We could even skip a couple steps. Save some time."

"I don't know about that," you said, brushing away a stray strand of his hair that had fallen in his face. "I was thinking about putting a little glitter on your chest, make it really sparkle under all those bright lights."

"I think you just want an excuse to rub your hands all over my chest."

"Well, duh. I thought that was a given."

As far as gigs went, being Harry's makeup artist was pretty low maintenance. It had been that way from the start, though sometimes you delved into some fun pre-show skincare when he let you. The bulk of your job was mainly with the women of the band, who were more than happy to let you take creative liberties with their makeup each show, though today would have to be on the simple side seeing as Harry was currently holding you hostage in his dressing room.

You were the one who liked to really go all out for your boyfriend's shows. The girls in the Love Band still needed something functional, cohesive, and something that didn't stand out so much since Harry was technically the focal point. So if you had time, you went all out with your own makeup, sometimes matching your eyeshadow or blush to Harry's stage outfits.

As you tried to remove yourself from Harry's lap, his arms tightened around your waist. "Just one more, and then I'm good."

Sighing, you kissed your pouty boyfriend's forehead. "Oh, my love, it's never just one more kiss with you."

*.*

You were waiting for Harry by the side of the stage just before he was meant to go on. Some days you went to the tour bus to catch up on sleep during shows or napped in Harry's dressing room, but recently you'd been staying to watch him perform. You knew he appreciated it, and you enjoyed the high energy of being in the crowd and watching your boyfriend do what he loved (aside from kissing you senseless, of course).

"Is it just me, or are we matching?"

You turned toward where Harry was walking toward you, smiling as he looked you up and down. When he reached you, his arms snaked around your waist, his lips against your temple as he mumbled, "I love it."

Looking down at the denim vest and jeans you were wearing to tonight's show, you said, "What, this old thing? It's just something I threw together."

"I don't know whether I should love or hate how cute you guys are."

Spinning around while remaining in the circle of Harry's arms, you grinned sheepishly at Ny'Oh. "It's a coincidence, I swear."

She laughed and shook her head, not believing you for a minute. "Yeah? And what about all the other times?"

It was no secret that you and Harry were together, though this new leg of the tour came with some new crew members who didn't know Harry was dating Love on Tour's makeup artist. You always blushed furiously any time someone caught you holding hands or having a little lunch date at craft services or sharing a kiss in what you thought was a secret corner or hallway. You preferred to keep things low-key, not wanting to draw too much attention to the fact that you were technically dating your boss, but Harry didn't have any kind of reservations. He was more than comfortable with kissing your cheek and calling you pet names and holding you against his chest in front of everyone. On tour, that is. Outside of the confines of a venue or tour bus, you and Harry both agreed to keep your relationship private for now, not wanting to draw any unnecessary attention to yourselves.

"I think of it as a challenge," you said to Ny'Oh. "It takes skill to be this subtle yet just on the nose."

"A fine line, if you will," Harry added, grinning from ear to ear.

Shaking your head, you said, "Nope. That was too much. Even for me."

After exchanging a couple more laughs with Harry and the band as they prepared to go onstage, you kissed Harry good luck and left to go find your spot on the floor to watch the show. You preferred to watch with the rest of the audience, though Harry always made sure you were within arm's reach of a security guard at all times. Just in case.

Walking to your spot a few paces from the barricade, you admired the wide array of colorful outfits and costumes fans wore. It was why you loved being in the crowd. Seeing everyone all dressed up in feather boas and sparkly cowboy hats and homemade outfits that matched albums and songs. It was inspiring to see the space Harry's shows created, and to be part of it in a small way.

"Your makeup looks amazing!"

Turning to your right, you saw a group of girls, maybe in their late teens or early twenties. Each of them were dressed in a spectrum of glitter and heart sunglasses and merch, wide smiles on their faces as they waited for Harry to come out.

You'd gone for a pretty tame look. For you, anyway. Simple base makeup with a pretty blue eyeshadow and daisies that lined your crease and just beneath your lash line that took way longer than they should've. But the result was just how you wanted it, so you couldn't really complain.

"Thank you," you said to the girl who spoke. She was dressed in a pair of jeans outlined in sequins, a shirt with Canyon Moon lyrics tucked in as a crop top. She also had her makeup done, her eyes and cheeks decked out in eyeshadow that shifted color in the light. "I like yours too."

You talked to the girls a little while longer, but when the lights died down and the song that signaled the show was about to start came on, the girls quickly said their goodbyes and faced the stage. Still, they were close enough that despite the commotion, you could hear them talking. About you.

"I swear, I've seen her before."

"So? Tons of people go to multiple shows."

"Yeah, but...I don't know. It feels like she's standing separate from the rest of us."

You smiled to yourself and tried to focus on the stage instead of eavesdropping on the conversation about you, which was forgotten the second the opening chords to Daydreaming began. The concert was like all the rest you'd been to, and yet you still weren't sick of it. Seeing Harry's smile and witnessing the sheer joy on his face as he performed made going to show after show well worth it.

And when he was in your section, he was always close enough to make eye contact, even wink as he sang certain lyrics, which would definitely earn him a smack on the arm later. But even so, it made your cheeks flush and your stomach flip with excitement. And Harry, who could read you like a book, grinned as he moved on to a different part of the stage.

"Did you see how he looked at her! He winked!"

"You sound crazy!"

Smiling to yourself, you shook your head. Maybe it was time to watch from backstage for a while.

[vampcubus]

Tanjiro would sit so pretty in my lap, but so would Todoroki.

Like, imagine Tanjiro in a women’s kimono, the fabric slowly falling off his shoulders as he looks up at you.

And then imagine Todoroki in a little cat maid dress, his little ears and cat bell looking so adorable. <3

i’m just imagining sun hashira tanjiro who needs to disguise himself as a woman for a mission, and you’re all to eager to doll him up. he’s grown his hair out extra long, and it’s even more beautiful when it’s done up in an intricate style with colorful pins.

as soon as he arrives home, he’s searching for you, smiling when he finds you sitting cross-legged at the kotatsu. he crawls over until he’s perched all prettily in your lap, bare legs on either side of your hips, feet sore from walking in tall geta all day. he’s slumped against you, eye-catching kimono hanging low off his shoulders. he just basks in your close proximity for a moment with closed eyes, taking in your comforting scent before he lifts his head from your shoulder to gaze up at you sleepily and adoringly.

and omg shouto is your clingy lil princess and your lap is his throne. if you’re working too hard and not giving him enough attention he gets pouty, staring longingly at your empty lap as you finish paperwork. he disappears for a bit, and you suspect he’s crawled into bed for his afternoon nap— which makes you feel a bit guilty, since you usually napped together.

your brows furrowed when you heard the sound of a jingling bell getting closer and closer, a bit perplexed since none of your cats had bell collars. you’re confused for all of two seconds before shouto appears in front of you, and you do a double take when you see what he’s wearing. you close your laptop and smirk at his frilly attire, a slutty maid outfit with cat ears and the cutest bell collar around his pretty pale neck.

“can i help you, kitty?” you teased, and he grabs your laptop to put it to the side. that’s all the warning you receive before he’s jumping in your lap, and you can’t help but laugh as your catch him in your arms and smother his face and neck in kisses. “just wanted some attention, huh?”

“you’re working too much, forgetting you have a boyfriend…” shouto mumbles, tucking his face in the crook of your neck as you stroke his back.

“my poor baby, well you certainly have my attention now, pretty kitty.”

[devildomcuties]

Can I make a headcanon requests with the brothers reacting to a warrior woman Mc or an Amazon type that is raised among other warrior women?

If u wanna make it nsfw, I have zero problem with it~♡

i am not very good at headcanons but I tried my best! inspiration was from Xena: Warrior Princess which I loved when I was younger. some NSFW and as always, 18+ only. Thank you for the request :)

Lucifer

admires your strength and ability to intimidate his brothers

is a little intimidated by you at times but will never admit it

you are the 'IT' couple of the Devildom

admires your fearlessness

mopes when you beat him at arm wrestling but is also aroused?

admires your swordsmanship

becomes your sparring partner when Diavolo gets injured doing so

allows you to bench press him in private

Mammon

kind of scared of you?

admires your determination to get things done

admires your greed for power (though it is only for you to be stronger not rule the Devildom)

likes hates when you throw him on your shoulder like a rag doll

scared of you when you team up with Lucifer to dish out punishments

tried to steal your Dark Chakram once but has no memory of how you found out/got it back 💀

Levi

he's created a rather large following for you online

has never been able to look you in the eyes

thinks you're the hottest woman he's ever set eyes on

loves the size difference between you

he's impressed with your ability to play video games with ease

has made a bobble-head of you for his collection

he loves your hard exterior, but you allow him to see your softer side when it's just the two of you

Satan

your temper rival's his

throws you under the bus when your pranks go south

knows Lucifer is a bit afraid of you so he has no qualms in shifting the blame

brings you books on fighting techniques

lost his mind when you dressed up as a cat for Halloween

sparred with you a few times but his wrath threatened to come out when he lost... until you kissed him

debates learning how to ride horses so he can go on rides with you

Asmo

loves to dress you up

gets upset when you rip the sleeves of dresses

has tried to dye your chakram to match your outfit

is impressed by your strength

loves the size difference and the fact that you could break him in half

has had to ask Solomon to enchant shoes so they'll fit you

has gone horseback riding with you

he loves your warrior fit and has made a matching one for himself

Beel

is amazed at how much you can eat (close to what he can)

cooks new recipes for you

is impressed with how much spicy food you can eat

has bench pressed you

has let you bench-press him

you've tested your stamina in bed and ended up breaking it

has become more competitive due to your bets involving food

is impressed by the amount of demonus you can drink

Belphie

had to buy a bigger bed in the attic because of your height

loves to cuddle with you because he feels small

you run hot and it keeps him nice and toasty

nearly lost his load mind when he saw you in a cow bikini for a photoshoot Mammon tricked you into

fell asleep in your lap once and you carried him to bed

has stolen your sword and hidden it under his bed to get you to nap with him

[callmewrinkles3]

You Belong With Me - DR3 x fem!OC

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Summary: Em’s settling into working with the boys full time, and Renault are treating her with respect so it’s a good time. Even though women want to flirt with Dan, he goes back with her every night. Maybe they do belong with each other after all.

Word Count: 6k

Warnings: Smut (oral sex (f&m receiving), handjobs, fingering, piv sex, not exactly private sex), mentions of alcohol.

A/N: Another race week, another full chapter about these two! Hopefully this is a little more interesting than Baku was. As always, if you’ve got questions or comments let us know, and thank you for loving our Emmy the same way we love her.

October 2019

They’d arrived in Austin from Mexico early on Monday morning, the four of them half stumbling off the plane and being met at arrivals by Scotty. It wasn’t a long flight, but the five am takeoff meant it was before two when they got out of bed. Could they have booked later? Probably, but Dan wanted as much time as possible in Austin and Em wasn’t going to argue about it. They made their way to the hotel and checked in, everyone going to bed for a couple of hours before getting up and meeting for lunch. Em spent half the time they were supposed to be sleeping curled up in Dan’s arms, trading lazy kisses in between naps.

The decision was made to head out that night to Dan’s favourite bar. Monday was chilled out, it was Halloween that week so any other day would be busier, and they didn’t want to deal with loads of people. It involved dirt cheap drinks and good country music. Plus a dance floor that Em knew she’d insist she wasn’t going to get on before Dan pulled her onto it. And then if she played her cards right he’d pull her into a corner to make out before anyone could see them. Just because their friends knew they slept together now didn’t mean they wanted to share all the things they did.

Unusually for a weeknight the bar was busy, a bachelorette party on one side of the bar and a couple of birthday parties there. They’d managed to grab a booth for their first couple of drinks while they teased Scotty about being a Red Bull athlete and sitting in the Racing Point garage that weekend with his girlfriend. It didn’t take long for people to start saying they wanted to dance. Blake insisted he was staying there to keep the table, Em saying she’d do the same. But before long Dan had grabbed her hand and pulled her out to dance to the bluegrass that was playing. They moved to the music, Em letting go of her nerves being in the large crowd.

Everyone was dressed for the occasion in cowboy boots and denim. She had the pearlescent pink boots that Dan had bought her the year before with a matching hat on her head, denim shorts and one of Dan’s flannels over a white tank top. She was cosy and comfy and happy being there with Dan until she could feel eyes staring in the back of her head. The way they went from her to Dan and back again. It was like a sixth sense how she could tell the girl staring at them from across the room. Her outfit looked like it came straight from 2007 Taylor Swift, long blonde hair and legs for days. Her cowboy boots were heeled and black, wearing a white handkerchief dress and a black cowboy hat on her head. Em couldn’t fight against that. She was Emma from Liverpool who’d just started working for Blake and Michael, she wasn’t any better than the beautiful personification of cowgirl Barbie. She could deal with that, she’d go back to her hotel room alone when Dan decided to leave.

But she wasn’t giving up without a fight. The girl was looking at Daniel with a smile on her face and Em decided to do what usually worked for her. She put a hand around Dan’s bicep and pulled, pointing to the bar and he followed. His hands went around her waist, one of her hands on top of his as they made their way across. Usually that stopped girls who were coming to flirt with Dan, but this time it was useless. Even Dan’s arm around her as they stood at the bar did nothing. It was like Em was completely invisible, the blonde taking advantage of them stuck in the same place to stand beside Dan and begin to flirt and all she could do was wait and listen.

“Hey, what’s your name?” Em watched from the corner of her eye as Dan let go of her and turned. She knew him so well, how flirty he was, how kind he was. How he always made people feel like they were the only person he’d ever spoken to.

“I’m Dan, and you?” He was pulling out his politeness, the way he was around sponsors and people he was meeting through work. He always took his time and asked questions and spoke carefully to them. He was raised to be a gentleman - he always was with Em, and usually was with most people - and it was clear to her he was only doing it out of politeness. It meant that she felt more comfortable ducking under his arm, holding on tightly. The clueless look on his face would have been the most adorable thing in the world to her if it wasn’t for how awkward the entire situation was.

“Amber-Lynn. It’s so good to see ya. Do y’all come here often?

“First time here.” Dan raised his eyebrows, the signal that he had no idea what was actually going on. It made her smile anyway because they just wanted their drinks and to get away. Really though, it meant that he just wanted this to be over so they could go sit back down. Get away from Amber-Lynn and spend time together.

It was a total lie that they’d never been there. Dan had discovered it his first year racing in Austin and went every year. He’d dragged her to it nearly as soon as they’d made it to Austin the year before, it was where after his DNF they’d come up with the sex ban to see if she was his bad luck charm.

She didn’t blame Amber-Lynn for flirting with Dan, she had to stop herself from drooling every time she spent time around Dan. He joked about his curls getting the girls and he wasn’t wrong bout it. He was handsome, he knew it, and Em was absolutely crazy about every single part of him. From his big smile to his nose and jaw to his tattoos to his gorgeous tanned skin to his big beautiful neck and the way she just wanted to mark it all up she loved all of him. If it was a different situation she would have tried flirting with him the second she saw him in a bar - she had flirted with him in a bar the week after they’d agreed they weren’t going to sleep together again - but she never would have done it if there was another woman holding his arm and leaning into him. Not when the guy she wanted to flirt with was holding another woman with his arm around her hip.

To everyone else it was just friends when they’d been standing against the wall. None of them realised that his hand wasn’t in the small of her back, but his fingers were inside the dark denim back pocket, cupping the swell of her ass. Nobody got to see how his fingers bounced against her, how his thumb rubbed slow circles just under her waistband to torture her. Part of it was how he kept her grounded and stopped her anxiety when so many people were around and it was a busy place, but it was also a guaranteed way to turn her into a needy mess and ruin the underwear she was wearing. The only times he took his hand away was when they were on the dance floor or going to get drinks at the bar, but then they went back to their old habits. She hated to admit that she loved it, but it was the truth. It was just another way that Dan made it clear he was right there with her.

Once their glasses were finally in front of them they went to leave, heading back to the table Blake was at. But Amber-Lynn followed, trying to get Dan’s number. Em was completely tongue tied at the sight, shocked that even when Dan gave a no she came out with offering her own. This was a new kind of ridiculousness that she had never seen before. She knew girls flirted with Dan, knew they came offering all kinds of promises and to make his dreams come true. But she never saw it so she never got jealous about it before. Generally in the paddock the rumours about her and Dan were enough to keep people away whenever the two of them were together, and it helped.

“No, thank you,” Dan said and he tried turning away but they weren’t fast enough before the blonde spoke again.

“You sure? I can make it worth your while.”

Dan’s jaw dropped and Em just watched his reaction for a moment. He didn’t give a response, instead he turned and pressed a kiss to Em’s lips, deepening it for just a moment before pecking them again and turning back. Amber-Lynn stared for a second before flouncing off and Em leaned against him.

“Did anyone see?” She asked, Dan shaking his head.

“We were behind the pillar, we’re good. A couple of hours and we can go back to the hotel?”

“Sounds nice.”

“You know I only want you, right?” He asked her and Em nodded before they went back to the table.

She slid into the bench after Dan, his hand going straight back to her pocket and rubbing those circles against her hip and upper ass. They chatted with Blake, taking sips of their drinks before Scotty came over with his girlfriend and a tray of shots to share with everyone. It was the first time Em had properly spent time with Chloe, laughing with the other woman and chatting even as she just wanted to leave. The bar was busier than expected, it was noisy, there was too much going on. She started leaning against Dan, her arms around his waist and her head on his shoulder in their universal sign of “I want to go home”. She wasn’t at the press a kiss to his jaw stage yet, but it was coming soon

Everyone always watched as they acted like that, their little ways of communicating so different to the rest of their friends. They could have conversations without words, the two of them communicating through a smile or a raised eyebrow. Even a hand squeeze could mean a million things but they always knew the right one. Michael and Blake thought it was fascinating to watch. Em didn’t fully understand it herself, but she and Dan just knew each other on that level where nothing else mattered.

“Wanna go back to the hotel?” Dan whispered into her ear, Em nodding but trying not to do it too quickly. She was tired and tipsy, and she knew in about twenty minutes she was going to go from being too clingy to being jealous. All she wanted was to be back in their hotel room in Dan’s arms. The blonde’s face was still stuck in her head, the surprise and delight that Dan was going home with Em herself and not a girl throwing herself into his arms. She couldn’t get the image of Amber-Lynn staring at Dan, at the man Emma loved more than anyone in the world, as if she owned him and Em was nothing but a bug on her shoe. But instead it was the opposite, they said goodbye to everyone and walked out, Dan taking her hand as soon as they were outside. He was getting them an Uber and she just buried her face in his chest as he kissed the top of her head.

Even in the car they stayed holding hands, the surreal nature of the situation fully hitting Em there. Dan could have gone back with anyone else that night, but instead she was the one going with him. She didn’t know how she’d become just so lucky. They were going back to the fancy hotel room that Renault had booked, and Dan was going to fuck her brains out because that’s what he always did when he was this clingy as they went back to wherever they were spending that night. It was a beautiful thing in a city she’d grown fond of.

They’d barely made it into the elevator when Dan’s hands were pulling her close, deep kisses as they went to their floor. She was smiling through them, watching Dan’s lust blown eyes stare deeply at her, his lips perking up in a smile.

“You look so fucking pretty,” he murmured in between kisses, only stopping as the doors opened. Em’s hand was wrapped in Dan’s larger one as they half walked, half stumbled to the door. She managed to wave her keycard in front of it and get the door open, laughing at Dan’s movements.

Once the door was closed she was pinned against it. One of Dan’s hands was at her neck, thumb stretching to press against her lips. Em opened her mouth and began to lick softly at the digit. Revelling in the groan Dan let out she pushed against him. Her legs were held apart and need began to run through her as his free hand crept under the tank top she was wearing, pushing the front of it over her head and around her shoulders.

“Danny, don’t tease me. Please, Babe,” she groaned out as the familiar fingers traced the cup of her bra.

“That’s what you were doing all evening. Being so cute. I bet you’re soaked, right?” He let go of her neck to open her shorts, his thumb leaving her mouth with an obscene pop. It took no time at all for two long digits to get inside her underwear and make Em groan. “Let me hear you. You don’t need to be quiet here, promise.”

She couldn’t stop her hips from moving without her realising, pushing against nothing in an attempt to find friction. She felt one finger enter her before the second one joined it, her groan muffled by his shirt. Dan knew every single way to make her body fall apart, keeping her steady as the sound of her wetness pulling him in filled the room.

“More, please?” She asked without realising, a grin on his face as he realised.

“Your clit?” A nod the only response as his lips latched onto her upper chest. Em knew she was a debauched mess, shorts and underwear pulled down around her thighs, tank top up and half over her head. The awkward way it was wrapped around her arms made her tits stick out and Dan took full advantage of his access without her hands able to fist his hair.

Her orgasm grew in her belly, pants and groans mixed with Dan’s non stop pressure. Her head fell back against the door as she opened her mouth in a soundless scream. Pleasure went through every cell in her body, if it wasn’t for Dan holding her up she’d have fallen from the force of it. Once he coaxed her through it he carefully pulled his fingers out and licked them clean of her.

“I told you. I only want you.” She pulled him for a kiss, her boobs pushing against his still clothed torso but she didn’t care. He was there and Dan always did this and always made sure she was happy and satisfied when they had sex. This time she pulled him back towards the bed. She pushed his shirt off and they pulled the others pants down, Dan sitting on the bed and pulling Em into his lap.

“Wanna watch you ride me. Will you do that Baby girl?” Em was unable to deny him anything when he looked like that. She leaned down to take him into her mouth for the shortest few moments, pressing kisses and licks up his dick to make sure he was fully hard. She didn’t actually need to, but she couldn’t resist it purely for the little moan Dan always let out. She crawled up his thighs, her arms around his neck as he slid into her. It was perfect and took her breath away like every single time.

“Missed this,” Em moaned as she took his earlobe between her teeth and nibbled lightly.

“It’s been two days, Baby. You feel so good. So, so good for me. My best girl right here who takes me so well.” His dirty talk continued but Em barely heard it as she was lost in sensation. Her lips moved and pushed kisses up and down his jaw. She wanted to lean in and suck a mark, make him hers, but she stayed away. Dan’s fingers dug into her hips and helped her keep her pace, bouncing up and down in his lap. She let out random noises without meaning to, Dan tightening his grip on her when she did.

“You always make that noise whenever you’re close. Such a cute little squeak from my cute girl. I love hearing it from you Baby.” She pushed faster, her fingers on her clit as Dan kept going. She couldn’t tell when her orgasm hit but she knew Dan’s wasn’t far behind. His hips stuttered against hers as he came, pulling her tight against him. They both fell back against the bed as they realised where they were and what they were doing. Kisses were pushed to her head and she smiled, holding on for a moment before she knew she had to let go and clean up.

But Dan let go of her first, going into the bathroom. A moment later he was back, helping Em off the bed and kissing her cheek. There was a towel and warm water for her to clean up. On the bathroom counter was one of the merch prototypes for her to sleep in. When she got back to the bed she was slightly tipsy and warm and cosy, Dan pulling her in for a final kiss before they were going to sleep.

Tuesday was the second day of her fake weekend so she spent it wandering Austin. There was the offer of a rental car from Renault, but she turned it down in favour of using Uber or buses to really get to grips with the city. There was a store offering custom denim and she decided to go in for a look at it. Instead of just looking, she bought four pairs of jeans that were made to measure for her. The fabric felt good against her skin, and the staff were lovely. Part of her was terrified to spend so much money on clothes. She was a Primark girl at heart even though the bag on her arm was thousands of pounds. Dan had insisted that she got paid a large amount of money because of the work she was doing after their conversation in Russia, and he’d insisted on back pay for her too. Her bank account was healthier than it had been in years.

But she was photographed on a regular basis now, and while Renault let her wear team gear for work she still had eyes on her. People had commented when she wore the same pair of vans to work for a full weekend. This way she could have comfy jeans that worked well for her. She picked up a denim jacket too, and the tailor promised that they’d not only have the clothes ready for her by Friday, but they’d get delivered to COTA to make sure she got them.

“Are you sure? I can try come back in, I think we’re in Austin till Monday,” Em said as her offer was waved away.

“It’s fine. Do you have an office for me to say it’s for?”

“Say it’s for Daniel Ricciardo, care of Emma Smyth. That way it’ll get to me.”

“Of course. And if you need anything let me know.”

She got texts from Dan while she was sitting in a Starbucks. He was working out with Michael before doing interviews for Renault about his new teammate, and she just replied with photos of her drinks. The photo of the barbecue she was eating got a “EMMMMYYYYYY” in response, but she put her phone down and enjoyed it. Smoked chicken, mac and cheese, and a garlic dill pickle were perfect. It was even nicer that none of it was mixed together so she could really enjoy it. From there she walked through the UT campus and found a bench to sit and read on. The last thing on her day off was a trip to Lyndon B Johnson presidential library. It was full of history and fashion and things that happened in the 60s in the US and she loved every minute of it.

Dinner that night was the six of them - her and Dan with Blake, Michael, Scotty, and Chloe. From Thursday Chloe was in the Racing Point garage with her brother which meant they would barely see each other. She was someone Em could see herself being friends with long term and they swapped phone numbers over plates of food. Neither woman spotted the slightly widened eyes that Scotty and Dan gave each other at the rapidly forming friendship. If they had, the response would have just been laughter. It was a good night to have before the chaos of COTA and the US Grand Prix began the following morning.

And begin it did. Her alarm went off at six, Em rolling out of Dan’s arms grumbling. He was getting up too to work out, and when he got back she was showered and changed. Her foundation was nearly finished and she frowned, trying to get the last out of the bottle. She should have gone to Sephora the day before.

“Everything ok?” Dan asked and she held up the almost empty Rimmel tube for him to see. Less than a minute later there was a glass bottle sitting in front of her and Em looked up at him.

“I bought a new party shirt. Figured you could do with new foundation, the sales assistant helped me pick your shade.”

“Danny…” She trailed off looking at the bottle. Accepting something like this felt too much. He was constantly buying her bags or shoes or accessories and it always felt strange to take them.

“Consider it for work. You need new foundation, we’re getting photographed today. It’s the UT stuff before a load of sponsor stuff, right? With my helmet launch?”

“Yeah, it is.” She accepted the work excuse and decided to go with it, opening the bottle and pumping out some of the liquid. He’d gotten her shade perfect, Em spreading the liquid on her skin and patting it in. The rest of her makeup didn’t take long and she was ready to go by the time Dan was showered and changed. His curls looked perfect and she couldn’t help but steal a kiss from him before they left the room.

UT was busy. The deal had been that Dan was showing how much of a football fan he was with a Longhorns inspired helmet, looking almost exactly like a football one. Em was there in the background as his assistant, iPad in her arms as she tracked what they were doing. Dan was in his element while he showed off for the students. The cheerleaders were doing a performance that she watched and Em started feeling self conscious around them.

It was stupid. She was nearly thirty, of course she didn’t look like a teenager. But the night in the bar had started her insecurities going wild and this was nearly as bad again. Just the idea that she and Dan wouldn’t have the same kind of time together. It was weird and kind of hurt and she stood as in the background as her black and yellow shirt would let her.

“You ok?” Dan asked as he came over and she nodded her head.

“Never better Danny. Just tired.”

“Y’know, right? It’s you and me.” He reached out to squeeze her hand and she squeezed back to let his words wash over her.

“I know. You know too?”

“Always, Emmy.”

The next two days just felt like constant work and she was thriving on it. Race weekends had a carefully constructed schedule down to the minute and she knew exactly what she was doing. It was standing in the background watching interviews happen, or running between Renault and the FIA if something was needed. Officially she shouldn’t have, but when Cyril mentioned he needed someone to do something she volunteered when there was time. Everyone had to pitch in together and she was happy to.

During FP2 someone found her in hospitality, depositing a parcel for her. It was her jeans and she grinned before wrapping them back up to bring with her to the hotel. It was constantly running doing things, making sure that the weekend was kept on track for them. Em barely remembered what she was doing between sleeping and back to the track. Her usual broken race weekend sleep continued, but it was a little bit easier than usual. Maybe it was Austin or maybe it was the good mood in the Renault camp but it was everything for her.

It was getting ready for the race when Dan noticed her jeans. Em could feel him eyeing her up from across the hotel room as she slipped her feet back into her cowboy boots. Instead of her traditional Renault gear she’d put a Longhorns jersey on, Dan grinning and pressing a kiss to where her neck and shoulder met.

“Are you sure we have something to do today? We can totally stay here,” he murmured but Em turned around to look at him.

“You have a race, mister. A race where I’m so confident you’re going to get good points today.”

“Oh really? How confident?” A raised eyebrow made Em feel brave.

“Blowjob confident, Baby. Finish above ninth and I’ll give you one the second we’re alone.” Dan squeezed her, pulling her in for a kiss before they had to go be professional and get their shit done. But they squeezed hands before leaving the room, Em’s iPad and schedule firmly in the Kate Spade tote bag she loved. It was the first one Dan had bought her that she accepted from him because it wasn’t too expensive and it fit everything she needed for a busy race day. It didn’t take long for him to get her others, but she still came back to the original one.

The morning of the race was always weird for her. She met Chloe for breakfast in the paddock, feeling awkward sitting in Racing Point hospitality even though she knew it was ok for her to be there. Chloe’s dad introduced himself too, and Em waved at Lance when he spotted her there. She didn’t know the younger Canadian well, but she knew he was friends with Dan’s teammate for next year and Dan got along with him. It was more than enough for her to like him.

Before long it was back to the garage, her earplugs in before she slipped her well used headphones on over them. Em stood beside Blake while everyone went on the grid. Technically her pass let her onto the grid, but she never did it. She’d rather stay there and know she was where she belonged than risk making a mistake. So she watched as everyone started coming in and the formation lap happened, and the Sky F1 commentary was piped into her ears with lights out and away we go.

Every single race meant she worried about Dan. She worried about going into turn one, about racing incidents, about something just breaking mid race. But she watched as he kept going and pushing forward, careful overtakes and following strategy. She stayed there in her spot for the entire 56 laps, eyes on the yellow dot on the map that marked Dan’s car. As long as she lived the adrenaline would never stop, the worry she felt watching him slip into the car. She couldn’t imagine watching him getting into one without the halo on, but she knew he was more used to driving without it than with it.

The final lap her heart was in her throat as Lando seemed to catch up, but Dan managed to get through the chequered flag in sixth. The garage was cheering and she grabbed Blake into a hug as they celebrated. It had been such a hard couple of weeks with races and this was huge. Both drivers in the points, Renault as good as assured fifth in the constructors unless something huge happened. Considering how the season had begun it was good news. Dan grabbed them both in for a hug when he got back after doing his media round, slipping behind a stack of tyres to kiss Em in celebration. Usually she’d refuse, but she couldn’t help kiss him back quickly before he went for a debrief.

The plan was set, they were heading out to a bar Dan knew about for drinks, Scotty declining his and Chloe’s invitation to spend time with her family. While Dan was debriefing Em agreed to pack up Dan’s bag from his driver’s room. She’d gotten everything together and was sitting on the massage table, legs swinging from the height as she waited. Could she head downstairs? Sure. But Dan had completed his end of the bet, she wasn’t going to make him lose out on it.

“Ready to go? I figured we can head out and shower in the hotel before barbecue and drinks.” Dan grinned seeing her, his hands on either side of her hips as he kissed her.

“Nearly. I believe I promised something the second we’re alone.”

“I figured the hotel.”

“Nope.” Em reached up to kiss him before pushing Dan away slightly, sipping off the table and getting onto her knees. His hands moved to the side of her head as Em stared up with wide eyes and puckered lips. Her hands were quick to undo his jeans and pull them and his briefs down so she could pull him out. Dan was half hard without her touching him but once she began kissing up and down his shaft and moving her hand before she began working him fully.

She didn’t know how long she knelt there, head bobbing up and down with Dan’s hands in her hair as he murmured praises to her. Before Dan she’d hated going down on anyone, but the constant praise and support from him meant it had become easy now. She hummed the way she knew made him go insane, feeling him against her throat as his hips thrust shallowly.

“Fuck, Emmy, Baby, I’m gonna cum,” It was a strangled groan as Dan did, Em not moving away until he was finished. She pulled off as he half sagged against the massage table. He helped pull her up from the hard linoleum floor and pulled her in for a hug. Dan leaned in to kiss her as she went to move away, putting himself back together with his free hand.

“Congrats on sixth, Danny.” She grinned and he dove in for a kiss, tasting and holding her closely.

“You’re amazing, you know that right? Like you didn’t need to do that.”

“I wanted to.” They stayed like that making out until a knock on the door disturbed them.

“You two nearly ready? People are starting to wonder where the fuck Dan is!” It was Blake, and Em blushed while she leaned her head against Dan’s chest.

“Yeah Em was filling me in on the off week stuff! We’ll be out in a few.” He looked at her and had a soft smile, pressing another kiss to her forehead. “I swear if we didn’t need to get out of here I’d have you across that table right now. But that’d take at least an hour and we don’t have time for that.”

“Smooth, Ricciardo. Smooth.” She checked herself in the mirror before picking up her bag and making sure she was presentable to leave.

“I try. New jeans?”

“I found a place that does custom denim. Was it a good idea?”

“My emotional support ass looks excellent in them.” She laughed but Dan pulled her back before letting them leave. “You always look good. Do they feel good?”

“They’re soft. Even the seams feel good.”

“It’s what you deserve, Emmy. We can go into it tomorrow to take a look?”

It was a squeeze of her hand before they left, Em slightly ahead of Dan so he could watch her ass move in the dark denim. Talking to everyone was fun, the travelling staff planning on going to the hotel bar for drinks and food before the early flight in the morning. Instead she was heading back to the UK with the boys on Tuesday morning. It was a wave and a promise to talk to people in the factory next time she was in Enstone as she left with everyone.

They stopped at the hotel to change before food, the four of them sitting around a table at a barbecue restaurant with food placed in front of them. All of the sides came in giant baskets to be split between them, but Em’s brisket came on its own plate so she could have that at least. She was happy enough with that, but a few moments later a plate was put in front of her with fries and broccoli just for her. A glance at Dan told her everything she needed to know about the reason she had it.

The bar choice that night was a random place advertising line dancing that they ended up in, a couple of other drivers arriving too. Charles came to their booth with Pierre, the two speaking in French while Em held on a little with them.

“Anglais? Ma français n’est pas bien mais je suis bourré.” She got the words out to make Charles laugh, Pierre surprised at her language skills.

“Je te l’ai dit! Elle dit français. Sorry, Ems, we’ll stick to English. Pear didn’t think you actually spoke French.”

“E tu aiuti l’Italiano! But no, that’s my language skills. How’re you boys doing? Is this as fun as Vegas for you Charles?”

“Eh.” Pierre wriggled his hand and Charles shook his head, so she decided the best thing to do was get a tray of shots for the table. Was it healthy? No. But she knew secondhand what the Red Bull pressure was like and had seen how this year had been for him. If she could make it a little easier she would for the Frenchman.

It wasn’t long until Dan came over to her, pressing kisses to her cheek and holding her tight. She leaned against him and missed his first question until he spoke again.

“Wanna go back, Babe? I think I owe you.” She flushed but the dark of the bar stopped it from being obvious as she said her goodbyes, the two of them leaving to get a cab back to the hotel. Dan’s hands barely left her for the entire trip, and as soon as they made it to the hotel room he had her up on the desk as he got to his knees for one of his favourite things.

After they were both completely satisfied and ready for bed they were curled up, Dan’s arms around her as her head lay on his chest.

“I really like Austin,” Em whispered lowly to not break the calm of the night. “Last year I kind of hated it here after your DNF. But I like the city now I’ve spent time here. You spend more time in LA than here though, right?”

“Yeah. Austin’s great though. I keep thinking I should be here more. Maybe we could go on holiday?”

“That’d be nice. It’s the kind of place I could see bringing our kids. I think they’d like somewhere like this.” Her words slurred as sleep pulled her under, but Dan stayed awake for another half hour running her words through his head. Kids with Emmy? He’d never seen a future with a specific woman in his life. But he could see it with her.

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[glisten-inthedark]

I’m done with my nap, class, & homework so I have a couple more things to add about Eleven’s style :)

I think it’s interesting that when Mike tells Eleven he loves her, she has buzzed hair and facially/hair-wise looks more androgynous like she did in season 1.

I’ve also always thought that the framing of that scene very strongly evokes the, “The gate. I opened it.” / “No, El, you’re not the monster.” scene, except it’s subverted because in season 4 Mike doesn’t know what to say until Will prompts him, and in season 1 everything he tells her is effortless and clearly genuine. And in season 1, his words clearly comfort El, but in season 4, the vines tighten around her neck after he says it and she looks distressed.

In that scene, she’s also wearing that long sleeved white shirt with pink floral and pink trim, so her overall appearance isn’t fully androgynous especially because that shirt hugs her figure, so it’s almost like evoking the pink dress with the white trim from season 1 from that quarry cliff scene, except it’s lacking the additional masculine element of Mike’s blue jacket……which is interesting considering Mike is wearing a blue jacket throughout the scene and never offered it to her, and in fact she was wearing a blue shirt earlier that, without the flannel, feels more athletic and bold, and if they truly wanted to parallel that scene completely, they could’ve had her still wearing her blue shirt or wearing Mike’s jacket so the color palette or parallel would match up nigh-perfectly.

Basically the overall vibe I get from that scene is that Eleven’s style helps visually represent Mike’s struggle with either his bisexual attraction or his lack of attraction toward women (/a more feminine presentation) and his attraction toward men (/a more masculine presentation) which contributes to why saying “I love you,” to her in a distinctly romantic way doesn’t come naturally

Hello! How are you doing?

All of this is so interesting because if I'm being honest I hadn't given that much thought about El's outfits until you started pointing out.

"I’ve also always thought that the framing of that scene very strongly evokes the, “The gate. I opened it.” / “No, El, you’re not the monster.” scene, except it’s subverted because in season 4 Mike doesn’t know what to say until Will prompts him, and in season 1 everything he tells her is effortless and clearly genuine. And in season 1, his words clearly comfort El, but in season 4, the vines tighten around her neck after he says it and she looks distressed"

Now that you brought this up, I also thought about something I hadn't before. As you said, in season 1 Mike's words actually brought El comfort and made her feel better, and in season 4 not only did the vines tighten around her neck, but Mike's speech didn't work. One major distinction between these two moments is that in the first one, he acted like her friend, there were no romantic expectations linked to what he said/thought about her. In the second one, he felt he had to say he loved her romantically for it to work, which was why it was so hard for him to do so. Because he knows he loves El, but not the way she wants him to.

But to go back to your points on their outfits, it makes a lot of sense and it's definitely something the wardrobe department would think about and take into account.

Thanks for the ask and I hope you have a great day! Whenever you wanna chat, the inbox is open (:

[krishnamali786-blog]

Why Is the Nap Dress So Popular? 21 Cute & Trendy Hill House Nap Dresses for Women

Hey, beautiful people! Jenny Mali here, your friendly fashion content writer from Vhindinews. Today, we’re diving into a fashion trend that has taken the world by storm—the Hill House nap dress. If you’ve been on social media lately or chatted with any fashion-savvy friends, you’ve probably heard the buzz. I remember the first time I wore a nap dress—it felt like wearing a dream. So, what’s the…

[littlefankingdom]

I watched the One Piece live action and here are some notes I took.

I'm a huge One Piece fan since I was like 10-ish? And so, I have a lot of thoughts and feelings about it. It had a lot of impact on my personality (Nico Robin is my role model). This live action adaptation matters to me and I'm going to rant. Spoilers ahead.

The director is a woman, and one of the two writers is a woman. Manga and anime are male dominated hobby (and the comic's world is sexist), so the live action of the most popular shōnen being run by women is so great, imo. Also, it's pretty successful, in contrary to other attempts, so it's a win for women.

Garp's actor is a very handsome man. Wtf, they made Garp hot. He also has a beautiful Welsh accent, which is great because it's an accent that gives a "tough guy" impression. At least, it does for me.

Luffy's actor is perfect. This Luffy is slightly different from the original one, but he's perfect in his own way. I will die and kill for him. Also, him being brown with a white grandpa is so good, it had a racial gap between the two of them, where there are already a generational one and a moral one. Like, the white grandpa in the army do not understand how his brown grandson do not like the gov, because he doesn't see it from where he is when the kid does.

Alvida's actress is so beautiful, she's so pretty. I suddenly support women's wrongs.

Damn, the violence is going up a notch (Roger executed on screen, Mr 7's body cut in half, MERRY IS FUCKING KILLED,...)

The actors for Koby and Helmeppo are queer (They/Them pals) Oda is, once again, showing his support to the trans community.

I do not like the colors. It's too dark for One Piece, imo. Look at how saturated the colored pages are, I would have preferred it to be more saturated. I know, this is because of the CGI (issues are less perceptible this way), I'm going to need to make some edits. But, they didn't have to do it to the costumes too. Like, Buggy, except from his hat, his outfit is not flashy like it should be. Would help with the colored hair if it was more colorful and flashy.

Young Luffy wear the same shirt as in the manga is a nice touch.

THERE'S A CAVENDISH'S WANTED POSTER IN SHELLS TOWN!

Dead bodies smell strongly, and Zoro is bringing half of one in a bar???

Episode 2 is pure art. I love it so much.

Buggy is attractive, wtf. I find him more pretty than Shanks.

Bogard is so cool looking. I'm gonna die if Hina is introduced one day (she's going to be so cool)

They changed the "If you’re gonna point your gun toward someone, you better use it" scene. The new one is cool, but the original is iconic.

THE MUSIC WHEN LUFFY REALIZES THAT SHANKS LOST HIS ARM! It's like the orchestra is interrupted, incredible, love it.

Nami and Zoro's siblings' energy is so strong.

Kaya and Nami interraction about the dress "it belonged to my mother" is so good, Nami gets uncomfortable because she also lost her mother and knows how it is to cherish her memory. But Kaya is nice and share it with her, which break her view of rich folks.

The decor's department must have had the time of their life for this show. It's a great job.

Zoro wanting to wear black and drink wine in the 3 episode, he's already embodying being Mihawk's adopted brat.

Kaya makes the oof roblox sounds when she slapped Usopp.

Usopp x Kaya let's gooooooooooo my boy deserves the best (Oda confirming a romance with one of his protagonists is huge)

Zoro IMMEDIATELY trying to look at something else the moment Kaya kisses Usopp.

Luffy sitting on Going Merry with "We Are" playing... Art.

Without a cook, they are eating pasta, with some fruit and drink (just like me, fr).

Garp is wrecking a brand new ship!

Episode 5 Title Card, my beloved.

Mihawk music, and voice, and character: beautiful.

"Oh, I do like your hat." Mihawk to Luffy upon meeting him, great.

Sanji needs to stop talking about food, I'm getting hungry but I'm broke and a terrible cook.

"Oregano is for savages!" 😂 ok kiddo.

Me watching Zoro nap for a whole episode because of 1 cut: "Bro, you’re going to go through so much worse, you better stop whining rn"

The "YES, YES WE DO" after Sanji says "heard you guys need a cook" is so good.

Sanji is, like, the only one after Nami to have the most experience sailing, they fucking need him.

Buggy coming back all the time is perfect. Love him.

Having Bell-Mere slaps Nami was not ok. Y'all are ruining a character I loved.

Sanji knows a man that can cook well is attractive.

Usopp and Luffy are 17 and drinking, and Koby is 16. Underage drinking baby 🍻

Garp is already having the crisis he has during Marine Fort Arc, it’s going to be difficult for him.

Buggy be swinging being carried by Sanji, who's fighting.

Luffy breaking Arlong's sword axe thingy is badass.

The fishmen are so ugly and weird looking

Buggy saying "I'm gonna get out of here" with 🖕🤡🖕(If we ever get young Ace, I expect so much vulgarity from his little shit mouth)

Usopp exploding star was badass.

Sanji's ass after Mouton Shot.

Zoro "Yeah, you're gonna fit in just fine" means you're as crazy as all of us

Sanji opening is arms for Nami and Nami ignoring him to hug her bros, lol.

Arlong Park destruction be crazy.

Sanji little laugh.

Luffy is a true bestie to Usopp.

It’s the confrontation from after Seven Arc

It's Logue town after right? Like, where Luffy's father is introduced? With the comparison to Roger? But they just compared them, are they going to do it again?

The wanted poster is the exact same, with usopp in the background.

Employee of the month lol.

Alvida and Buggy meeting, the bad bitches.

Mihawk and Shanks!!! (Shanks gave him the "ableist pos" look, lol)

Smoker introduced -> Logue Town

[sugar-omi]

pleeaaaase dad Cove is so cute with his kid/s. Imagine going out for groceries and your kid is in those baby carrier slings. This 6'4" man walking around with his tiny baby in front of him. You hear him having conversations with his baby too

Cove: *in the jam aisle* hmmm should we get blueberry or strawberry jam?

Baby: ah bah

Cove: you're right. we should get both.

OH MY GOD NOOO I WOULD SCREAM N CRY N FALL ON THE FLOOR THATS SO CUTE

he talks to the baby so much. he alrdy talked to them so much while you were pregnant (you definitely woke up to him having a conversation w the babe abt how excited he is to meet them n how he's gonna give them the whole world n that everyone will take good care of them too)

pls all the women fawn over him bc it's so cute and you need to fend off those young women bc they're all heart eyes watching him be so gentle n cute w the baby like back OFF

he's jumping at the chance to feed them and play w them, the first thing he does when he comes home n wave to his baby and washes up so they can play

OMG I NEED TO FIND THE VIDEO N ILL ATTACH IT BUT HE RUNS TO WAKE HIM UP FROM HIS NAP, GETS A BIT UPSET WHEN YOU WAKE UP THE BABY INSTEAD BC HE WANTS TO DO IT 😟😟

omg matching outfits

even if you don't wanna match w them (tf is wrong w you) he and the baby are always matching OMG CRIES WHEN YOU SURPRISE HIM BY DRESSING UP THE BABY LIKE HIM I GOT A VIDEO FOR THAT TOO

he definitely gets a tattoo of their handprint as a babe, I had said that once offhandedly as a passing thought but he'd be so happy he'd have to. their handprint and birth date<3

thanks you all the time for having a family w him omg

[redrydersrequiem]

Wandering canary

Heyyyyyy first one piece fic, love the show and glad its doing so well, the oc character is about 32 to be closer to shanks and buggy’s ages this will be a buggy x reader fic because like so many others i love Jeff ward and his portrayal of buggy was “chefs kiss”

The strawhat crew finally landed on a seemingly normal island.( For once.) Finally able to restock their dwindling supplies and stretch their sea legs.

“Finally land!” Nami states pop in her back and relishes the feel of solid steady ground under her feet. “That storm was crazy, we're lucky we made it here.”

“Yeah it's nice to finally be somewhere that looks seemingly safe.” Usopp says looking around at the nice port and colorful looking town.

“Yeah, think of the new local ingredients we can find around here or all the beautiful island women just waiting for a dashing chief like myself to come along.” Sanji says straightening his tie about to walk further on the pier however he's almost pushed into the water by Zoro's yawning form, walking off the ship

“I'm ready for a nap, huuuuh”

“Damit zoro watch where you're going.”

“What was that waiter”

“Why you broccoli headed piece of”

Before the two can argue further luffy plows through them effectively pushing them into the dock below.

“Ohhhhhh I can’t wait any more, come on guys lets gooooooo.!”

Luffy wait nami call out but it's too late the captain of the going merry is off dust trailing behind him as the crew all quickly try to catch up before luffy accidentally destroys something

A short time later the merry was restocked and no threats were found (or had been created) so the crew decided to treat themselves to a night out.

The local bar was nice, not as nice as the Baratie but not run down either. Drinks and food flow, the crew having a grand time when a spotlight turns on illuminating the bars stage. Everyone claps as a person the crew assumes is the owner based on how nicely the old woman is dressed steps forward.

“And now for the event of the night, our very own wandering songbird, ms Canary.”

The room erupts in applause and cheers. The straw hats all look on expectantly slightly apprehensive of all the clapping after the last time the. Had to endure a spotlight and clapping, except for luffy he was full on cheering with everyone else.

The curtain opens and a woman dressed in shimmering jewel tones, coins and bells added to the hems of her skirts to make them jingle, she stands in the middle of the stage a tambourine in her hand posed for the music to start. But its not her outfit or pose that draws the straw hats' eyes. No, it's her blood red hair.

“Hey! Her hair looks just like shanks.” Luffy points nami quickly shushing him and lowering his pointed hand as the music starts.

*Think this outfit but of course character is not Esmeralda

Canary’s pov

* I changed some of the songs lyrics

{ rhythm of the tambourine starts playing}

The music starts and I begin my first movement. My tambourine mirroring my movements perfectly in time,

Hey, soldier boy, I see how you stare

Hey, fisher man, I see you admire

Come gather 'round

Hey, Jack and Pierre!

Come see me dance to the rhythm of the tambourine

Flash of ankle

Flip of a skirt

Feel them excite, enflame and inspire

Come see me dance, hey, what can it hurt?

It's just a dance to the rhythm of the tambourine

The regulars are all in the front row while those from out of town have sprinkled around the bar. One table is filled with younger ones all maybe 16/17 to 20ish years old all smiling at the performance, they definitely look out of place amongst all the Old beer gutted or wind beat sailors and fisherman of the island, but its the youngest looking one that makes me pause, or more specifically the hat on his head.

Memories resurface quickly. The call of my name comes from a fuzzy figure in front of me. I can’t make out any of their features besides their red hair and the straw hat on his head. The sound of someone yelling wait up idiot comes from beside me as blue infiltrates my vision. Their faces and voices are still blurry but hey at least I remembered something. I quickly shake my head and move back into my dance trying to appear normal

Straw hats pov

As she dances around the room coming to stand in front of. The table her eyes taking us all in with a smile on her face till she sees luffy. That’s when she freezes. A confused and distant expression crosses her face quickly, but as soon as it appears it disappears, the woman quickly regaining momentum and spins back into her dance. The straw hats all (besides luffy) silently look at one another making sure they all notice the pause. The music comes to an end, the woman exiting as a band replaces her now playing soft bar music, as everyone goes back to eating and drinking. The straw hats finish and decide to head out.

“Ahhhh that was amazing” luffy laughs rubbing his engorged belly.

“Agreed but did you see that woman's face when she saw luffy.?” Nami asks the group

“yeah she like froze or something” usopp adds

“Wait what?” Luffy asks

"Yeah when she was near our table did you really not notice luffy?” Sanji asks

“Yeah it was weird. How she,” but before Zoro can get out the rest of his sentence a yell of wait cuts him off. The crew all turn towards the voice to find the women now wearing a normal outfit jogging towards them.

“Please wait” canary says catching her breath

“How can we help you, miss?” Sanji Asks ever the gentlemen.

“Um, I'm sorry to bother you all but I was hoping I could speak to you, privately if possible.?”

The crew all look at each other before luffy interrupts and gladly invites the lady to the ship happily dragging her along the rest of the crew following

Canary’s pov

Night had fallen and the kitchen is filled with warmth, tea and snacks being handed out as the crew settles into listen to my story

“To start thank you for not thinking I’m insane, and let me formally introduce myself my names canary”

“Nice to meet you, canary. I'm monkey D Luffy and this is my crew.” The energetic brunette stats arms wide as he gestures to the others each one going down the line to introduce themselves

“Canary huh, got a last name to go with that?”, the green haired boy named Zoro asks.

“I don't actually that's kind of part of the reason I wished to speak to all of you.

“Zoro dont be rude go ahead ma’am start at the beginning”. Sanji scoulds Zoro before turning back to me

“Can you tell us why you need to speak to Luffy so badly?” Nami asks

“I know this is a strange question but none of you would happen to recognize me would you?”

The crew all look at eachother once more before all answering no.

“I should have known better.”

“Why do you ask?” Luffy asks now, invested in my story.

“Well about twenty years ago I was found on a beach after a storm. Some of the villagers nearby found me, treated my wounds and took me in.” I move my hair to show the kids the scar on my temple. “ I don't have any memories from before the storm but sometimes i get flashes of the past and one of them was a red haired boy wearing that hat.”

“That has to be shanks! Luffy says so excitedly, his whole being lighting up at the mention of this Shanks person.

“Shanks”

“Yeah hes the best,hes the one who made me want to be a pirate, hes also the one who gave me this hat.

“Really! then he could possibly know who i am.

“I mean yeah probably. He never forgets a face”

“Do you know where he is now or how to get ahold of him?”

“No unfortunetly, I haven’t really seen shanks in a little while. Hes out there sailing the grand line like us.”

Oh, is all i can get out a immense sense of sadness overcoming me at the possibility of knowing who i am is snubbed right in front of me

Strawhats pov

Looking at canary’s face luffy can help but to think of how to help her.

“Oh hey! I have an idea. why dont you join my crew?”

Everyone’s heads turn eyes going wide as they stare at the rubber boy.

“Really?” Canary asks the young kid

“Yeah any friend of shanks is a friend of mine besides were bound to run into him eventually i know it.”

Before canary can speak Zoro interrupts the over enthusiastic boy

“Luffy the grand line isnt a place for just anyone to travel around its dangerous especially for someone who’s just an entertainer no offense canary”

“I’ll try not to be but I will correct you and say I'm not just an entertainer. I happen to be a petty good sailer and im a marksmen, i'm not exactly defenseless” canary says pulling out the mini Gatling gun on her thigh

“Wow that's cool you know how to use that

“I do i even make my own ammo and everything, I can use a sword too but I'm not really an up close fighter unless I have to be.

“I want to see, I want to see” luffy cheers.

“I would be happy to show you all my skills if that would ease your minds, and besides I’ve traveled a lot looking for where I came from, and I've made friends at every island I’ve visited I can help you get around the grand line, help navigate which islands to go to and which to avoid.”

“Well guys i don't know about you all. But a beautiful talented woman is always welcome to travel with me,”Sanji says with a stricken look on his face as he gazes at Canary.

“I wouldn’t mind having another female around to Be honest.” Nami says wistfully.

“Hey im always for new friends” usopp joins. Everyone turns to Zoro the first mate being the final decider

“If she can actually defend herself and keep up then she’s fine by me”

“ALRIGHT!!!!” Ms canary welcome to the going merry.”

[richmonds-disaster-bi]

For Charlie Tartt, Keeley has the idea of doing a baby photoshoot for Charlie and Charlie winds up dressing as everyone from the Richmond fam, like Jaime puts a little headband and kit on him, Roy and him match in dark heather charcoal and they draw a beard and eyebrows on him. They do the same when he twins with Ted and Beard. And on it goes with all the lads from Richmond. Even Rebecca and him dress in matching power suits while Keeley dresses him up in pink fuzziness to match her. It's a wondrous, fun-filled day with tons of pictures and love, which only goes viral when one of the pictures released to the public is of Roy, Jaime, and Charlie together all family like. The Tartt-Kents become media darlings for sure.

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH

Jamie saying to Keeley that he regrets not getting pictures of Charlie taken when he was a baby baby, and Keeley knows he didn't because at the time, Jamie was trying to figure out how to be a parent and look after his brother. So Keeley arranges a whole photoshoot when Roy gives her an idea by making a sarcastic comment about parading Charlie around looking like the team, and of course she has to do it

Roy, for all his joking, does melt when Charlie comes out laughing and touching the little headband that matches the one Jamie wore earlier at practice and has a little kit with Tartt on the back. He even sneakily takes some pictures of Jamie fawning over Charlie and kissing Charlie's cheeks to make him laugh.

And then when they come back for the next picture, Charlie has little drawn on brows and stubble and he's wearing a mini replica of Roy's outfit and it just slaps Roy in the fact because god he loves Jamie and their kid, and the thought of Charlie growing up to be the best of him and Jamie makes him feel sentamental.

They do the same with Beard and Ted which has Beard cracking a smile and deadpan voice going "that's the cutest thing I've ever fucking seen" while Ted is tearing up and calling Charlie a distinguished gentleman and promising to take him to kansas some day cause he'd fit right in

After a nap and some food, they get Charlie back in his little kit and take some pictures of him with the team. He gets little things added so he can mimic different members and it's adorable. The pic of him and Dani has him and Dani making faces at each other with a little toy football in Charlie's hands (that totally doesnt make Roy hover because he's scared Charlie will put it in his mouth)

And finally he gets to match two of the strongest women in his life, and maybe they even put him in little scrubs so that Roy can give a picture to his sister and Phoebe of their little nephew/cousin dressed like his aunt

The picture that goes viral is one that Keeley takes when Roy and Jamie aren't paying attention. It's Roy laughing while holding Charlie who's got melted chocolate on his hands and face and is pointing at Jamie because he left a little choclate handprint on Jamie's face while Jamie has an arm around Roy's waist and is looking at them both as if they hung the moon and the stars

Roy isn't too happy about it, but he does admit it's an adorable picture even if it means he gets more annoying press questions about his and Jamie's personal lives

[rreskk]

DATING TREVOR PHILIPS: long headcanons

TW: Angst, smut.

-When you argue, you’ll be the one sleeping on the coach. He’s too stubborn to give up the shared bed.

-Messages you all the time when you are gone for more than a second.

-You receive nudes all the time as well… Especially during night.

-He’ll invite himself round just to nap on your bed. Apparently “your bed is like a cloud” but you know he just wanted an excuse to see you.

-You gonna have to deal with his addiction through the thick and thin. You’ll see him high and sober, angry and sad… Sometimes you sleep in your car to escape his emotional breakdowns

-He’ll cry about it the next day saying he’s awful, etc… Trevor never wants to lose you so he’ll suddenly become clingy whenever something like that happens.

-Expect sex being his apology. When he’s in the wrong, he’ll become more submissive and inferior. When you are in the wrong, he’ll be the opposite way round.

-Never going on fancy dates. You wanted to check out the newest night diner in Los Santos and Trevor rejected. He thinks it’s “all fake and the money ain’t worth it”.

-Fast food movie nights are the best dates anyway.

-He is very very very loyal. Whenever hes around other women and men, his eyes are only you. Literally. He’ll refuse to look at anyone else, despite being sexually…. Experienced before you.

-He’ll have sex anywhere but the bed. You’ve come to find this as he grows awfully horny when he’s not supposed to be.

-Won’t allow you to walk out wearing revealing outfits… not because he’s jealous, but because he steals your clothes to wear. The dress/shirt you have presented for the next morning, he’ll be wearing it.

-Can’t sit through a movie. He sleeps half way through.

-He’s your designated driver! You have the passenger privilege of being driven anywhere you desire.

-Both rejecting the offer of group meals with Michael and Amanda because… Well, you both find it difficult being around people who argue when you just wanna sneak off into the bathroom and have sex? (*cough cough* Trevor’s horny issue!!!)

-He’s quite kinky, as you’d expect. (Roleplaying, toys, switching positions, spanking).

-His favourite is surprisingly your police officer roleplay. He loves when you handcuff and dominate him.

-Will take offence when you don’t say “I love you” back to him.

-He’ll try and take on your hobbies so he has another excuse to be around you.

-You’d ask for a pet cat/dog and Trevor internally cringed at the responsibility.

-He’ll nickname you Mr/Mrs Philips.

-Arguments are common but most of the time it's 5 minute bicker before he gives in.

[saintgoths]

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ

CHAPTER THREE - LADY OF THE COURT.

WORDS - 5,077.

RATING - 18+. [sex, risky sex, Serena and Will annoying each other].

SUMMARY - Serena meets Gabriel Lightwood for the first time and Will hates it.

"I just want to see you shine, 'cause I know you are a star, girl." - Star Girl by The Weeknd featuring Lana Del Rey.

feedback would be appreciated! and i would like to say, this story is a will romance story, but i just want you to be aware that serena is a man-eater...

i also cross-post this fic on wattpad and ao3.

previous chapter - chapter two.

The moment Serena had woken from her nap, Sophie had aided the Venrosa woman for her court meeting that would involve the rest of the Venusians in London, Charlotte had been in the room with two of the girls, apprehensive for Serena’s safety, and Serena who had been appreciative had told the brown-haired woman that she didn’t need any help to handle the day.

“I don’t need anyone to guard me, no one in court would dare to harm me, I’m too much of a prize,” Serena smiled and gently relieved, Charlotte clasped her hands together---though the alleviation was quickly dismissed as another idea had struck her mind.

“What if a Rosehunter was a part of the court?” Charlotte inquired and both frozen, Sophie and Serena glanced at Charlotte, mayhap it was an idea they had all thought of but didn’t want to believe in, Sophie who Serena had gladly trusted was informed of the circumstance Serena had currently lived through, and truthfully, Sophie had liked Serena, aside from Jem and Tessa, Serena was amongst one of the teenagers who was actually kind and not irritating, so she had promised Serena that she would not tell another soul of the position.

Her hazel eyes now directed to her feet; Serena had pushed her bottom lip behind her teeth in ponder. “People in the court know how important Venusian Spirits are, it is against the rules to kill one.”

“The things people would do---” Charlotte then cut off by her sentence by the arrival of Tessa had slipped past the walls, in a couple of minutes she’d be trained by Will and Jem to learn how to behave similar to Lady Belcourt.

“You look stunning,” Tessa said, “where are you off to?”

“Thank you,” Serena smiled and faintly, she gripped the material off her dress, even though it hadn’t bothered her, Serena had been aware that Sophie had tightened her dress. It made her breasts appear vast, even though they already were, the outfit Serena had worn highlighted the area. “I’m off to see one of my friends,” Serena smiled, and briefly, Charlotte and Sophie exchanged looks, aware of how Serena’s excuse was almost a half-truth.

Almost.

“The carriage must be ready,” Sophie mumbled and briskly, the women had stepped out of Serena’s room, but the second all of their feet had been out of the area, they had immediately been interfered by Will and Jessamine who had currently squabbled over a circumstance petty.

Though, the moment they smelt the sweet perfume that had belonged to the Venrosa woman, both their heads had hastily turned, their eyes swayed with the moment in front of them. “You look pretty,” Jessamine complimented. “Are you going to another ball?”

“No,” Serena replied, “if I am invited to another ball, I’d invite you to come with me,” she smiled.

“I don’t need to go to any ball that involves Shadowhunters,” Jessamine snarled and immediately, Serena’s gleam had dropped.

Humoured, she had shared a look with Charlotte who had exchanged the same expression as her. You could never share a good moment with Jessamine for long. “I’ll be going to a meeting,” Serena said, “I’ll be seeing you guys later.”

“With no man to accompany you?” Will asked and as a result, Serena wrinkled her eyebrows. She had forgotten how historic the customs in the Mortal Realm were, she had hated them.

With another glance towards Charlotte, who had then answered for the Venrosa. “Serena will be fine on her own, it’s not like she would be walking there, Cyril will be the one to drive her to the meeting.”

“Not even Jem can accompany her?” He asked and annoyed, Serena gently licked the bottom of her lips.

“I do not need men with me,” she answered before she hastily walked past them. “Charlotte, Sophie…Tessa, I’ll be seeing you,” Serena said before she quickly made it out of the building.

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The confidence she had built during her trip to the temporary court had slightly drained out of her the second she stepped into the area, it was quite loud but not noisy, there had been people chatting amongst themselves, and others who had greeted her verbally, or by a bow or even by a soft kiss on the cheek.

Cersei, who had flounced towards Serena had immediately brought her best friend into a bear hug the second she was in arm’s length. Cersei, who had sat on one of the Sapphire seats wasn’t usually someone who accompanied her parents to court, but now that her closest friend had sat on the main seat, she had been enthusiastic to tag along.

“There’s some exciting news I have to tell you,” Cersei smiled. “I had intended to tell you before, but due to what you had just been through, I could not bring myself to do it.”

“Exciting news can be told later,” Lady Sapphire said as she interrupted the chat, “It’s time to sit down.”

Huffed, Cersei crossed her arms ere she followed her mother to the area that held the House of Sapphire’s seats, though before she had sat down, she turned to look at her best friend and sent her an encouraging smile. Now sat at the head table, Serena bit her lips, as she had waited for the rest of Court Aphrodite to sit down on their seats.

The Sapphire family had sat on the far left of the long table, but on the closest left had sat the Laurent Family, and on her right was the Salvatore, Davidson, the Raye family, the family Lady Evaline had belonged to had their seats empty, as Evaline had been the only alive member of the clan and she had been engaged with business in Venus.

There had been other members from respected families from the court, but there had not been as vital as the prior families listed. In front of everyone had been a large pearl with a detailed shell that had protectively held the object, both commodities to symbolise Aphrodite, if one lifted the pearl off the shell, it had meant they were permitted to speak after the head of the court allowed them.

Serena had a pearl in front of her, but due to her power and authority, she had no use for it.

Sir Sapphire, Cersei’s father, who had been known as Lyonel had picked up his pearl, he had sat up and glanced at Serena for approval before he began to speak. His face finely aged but there had been an essence of arrogance to it. “We’re all here for Lady Venrosa, who had lost a great amount of deal,” he spoke and silent, Serena had stared at the man, respected by his kindness. “Now that her father, Pietro Venrosa is gone, and the rest of her elders are dead, it is now Serena who sits on the main chair.”

Reticent, Serena had glanced at the unoccupied seats, the chairs her family would’ve sat on if they were alive. The seats of Pietro, Selene, Vincent and Anya, all of them gone and thankfully, Serena had silently thanked everyone for not being self-righteous enough to sit on their places.

“We’re also all here because of the incident,” Lyonel said. “The Rosehunters have returned to terrorise Venusian Spirits,” the man shared an as response, exchanged whispers had occurred in the court.

“I believe the Rosehunters that attacked my family originate from Venus,” Serena said, her voice immediately silencing the noisy crowd. “Barely anyone in the Mortal Realm knows what a Venusian Spirit is, I don’t think it is any of them.”

With a soft cough, Lady Sapphire picked up her pearl which had caused Serena to look her way, with a quick nod, the Venrosa girl allowed the woman to speak. “What if this time, the Venusian Spirits are people we know?” Her question had caused the people to speak again, brief comments thrown on how it could be Shadowhunters from the Mortal Realm and thus, Serena thought about Charlotte and the London Institute.

Davidson Salvatore, the oldest of the Salvatore family, and the only Shadowhunter in his family had taken himself to his feet, met with a brief look by Cersei. He had held his pearl and had spoken after Serena had approved him. “Currently, I live in another Institute in another country, but I plan on moving to the London Institute,” he explained, his eyes quickly meeting with Serena’s.

“If it is Shadowhunters in the Mortal Realm, then Serena---Lady Serena,” he corrects, “Needs all the protection she needs…and deserves.”

Content, Cersei had briefly smiled while Serena could feel her heart skip a beat. “I see myself fit enough to protect her,” Loras spoke, speaking without consent of Lady of the Court, and quickly ashamed he ducked his head downwards before he quickly muttered an apology while more people commenced to consider themselves for the Venrosa girl.

Overwhelmed, Serena leaned back, her hand against her chest. “I’ll choose who I would want to protect me,” she said, though, it wasn’t like Serena needed protection, she was an excellent fighter thanks to her late brother and older sister. Reserved, the court had humbled themselves in respect for the teen leader and thus the court meeting had continued.

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The second Serena had relief that the meeting had been finished, she had ushered herself to the closest toilet, annoyed how historic the toilets in the Mortal Realm had been, Serena had been content that Venusians were able to bring satisfying commodities in the building.

When she had finished and removed herself from the toilet she had been met with Davidson, bumping into him and briefly apologising for not looking where she was going. “I’ve missed you,” Davidson shared, he had cupped her face, bringing his face closer to hers, “I’ve missed you so much.”

Silent, Serena had gently played with the fabric of her clothes. “Not even hello Serena? My condolences?” She dryly joked and humoured, Davidson smiled at her.

“You know my heart aches for you, I loved your family,” he said as he let go of her, a haste sadness flashed by his face. “I’m really sorry for what had happened to them. How are you dealing with it?”

Profound, Serena shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know,” she truthfully replied. “I don’t know how I am dealing with it I don’t know how to deal with it,” she shared. “Aside from painting, I’ve been locking myself inside the room the London Institute had given me.”

“My mind isn’t processing it, in my head, my family are waiting for me in Venus, to continue baking for them.”

“I wish things were like that too,” Davidson whispered and smoothly, Serena rolled her eyes towards him, her eyes gently dark.

“So do I,” she said. “I wish for all the pain to go away.”

With a gentle touch, Davidson’s fingers stroked her knuckles. “You’re a strong girl, you haven’t broken down.”

“I’m not a strong girl,” she answered and quickly, she pulled Davidson closer to her. “Fuck me,” she commanded.

Jaw clenched; Davidson looked down at her, his feelings just as sensual and twisted like hers. “Are you sure, Serena? Right here where anyone can just catch us?”

“You would take all my pain away if you just…touched me, love and care for me the way we used to in secret,” she replied and weak against her amour, Davidson allowed himself to engulf in her passionate embrace.

His lips locked with hers as he pressed her against the walls, his hands rushed to unbuckle his belt while her fingers dragged down her undergarments, already damp at the thought of his cock inside of her, Serena hovered her sex against the top of his shaft, the ambience of her hearth stirring Davidson into a lustful mania.

Quickly, Davidson petted his lips against her neck, he had licked every spot he had kissed while he moaned at the wetness of her cunt resting against his tip, his pre-cum had seeped out of the head of his shaft which had mixed with her nectar, and when he took in her warmth, he had groaned as he pushed further himself inside of her, the both of them struggling a moan as both of their lips had found each other once more.

“Right there,” she whispered, her eyebrows furrowed while the heavy head of Davidson’s length continued to mercilessly lick the soft area of her sex, his hold around her tight and possessive while he continued to hungrily buck his hips forward, and in sync, they had moaned against each other’s lips, wet build up had increased around Serena’s eyes as she had chased for her high.

“Such a crude woman,” Davidson sighed, as he returned his lips against the soft and sweetness of her neck. “Having me lay with you in the corridor where we can be seen,” he whined as he pulled himself back from climaxing inside of her, Davidson continued to stroke and plunge inside her cunt, her dampness had closed around him, hugged him tight with crass.

With a pinched moan, Serena laid her face between the croak of his neck, both their bodies in sync, as her wet juices slid down her thighs. “That’s the fun of it,” Serena gritted, “No one can do or say anything because of my power and authority.”

Rough, Davidson pushed Serena against the walls, his eyes cloddish with lust. “I love a woman with power,” he smirked and once again, he had pushed himself to kiss her lips, both their moans fervor and greedy, Serena’s legs trembled as she had felt her upcoming orgasm and in response, her moans twsited into pleasured whines.

“Oh David,” Serena whimpered as she had felt herself climax around his length, her orgasm ringing around the base of his shaft; content, Davidson’s orgasm followed after, exhaustingly slipping out of her area, he had pulled his cock back into his pants, relieved of the itching pleasure he had for her.

“You still haven’t told me who took your virginity,” Davidson said and surprised, Serena turned her head towards the Salvatore man, her annoyed look enough to silence him. Both Davidson and Cersei were the only people who knew that Serena had lost her virginity at a young age, but Davidson had said the man had “been lucky” to take it, as he had been unknown to the both of them.

Hence them being Venusians, indulging in pleasure was not looked down upon, but Serena and Davidson had kept it a secret that they had been sleeping with each other. Although, during the time Serena and Davidson had shared their intimate moment, whenever Serena had been kissed by him, the image of Will Herondale had appeared in her head, like a virus.

Though, maybe it wasn’t an ailment, perchance it was her subconscious telling her about the attraction she had for him, but no, they cannot be, Will was such a prude, an ill-man, a--- “Is Loras still pinning after you?” Davidson asked and flustered; Serena jolted.

Confused, Davidson brought himself closer to the dark-haired girl. “Is everything okay?” Davidson inquired and lightly stunned; Serena pressed her lips into a thin line.

“Yeah, everything is okay,” Serena answered and after she had fixed her outfit, she had left the Salvatore alone in the corridor.

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Greeted. By Jem and Will, the second she stepped out of the carriage, Serena had wondered if she had appeared kept or it had been clear she had made love with someone the second she had felt Will’s eyes land on her, Cyril who had been kind enough to open the carriage door had received a kind smile from the Venrosa woman ere she walked down the steps of the vehicle.

“So, Cyril can know what you’re up to but we cannot?” Will asked and unbothered, Cyril had glanced towards the dark-haired boy.

“I barely know what goes on,” Cyril answered and approached by Charlotte, Cyril had returned to the horse and hopped onto its back, leaving the rest to themselves. Charlotte, who had kept an eye on Serena had briskly investigated Serena’s appearance, aware that the woman had indulged in risqué behaviour, but the leader had quickly hidden the shortly amused look on her face and had commenced to think about the court session.

 She had not necessarily liked the fact that she had to hide vital information from the rest of them, but currently it was for the best. “I suppose the meeting went well,” Charlotte said.

“It had,” Serena answered as she ignored the looks from both Jem and Will---she had kept a pleasant look on her face. “I want to discuss it with you,” Serena shared as she joined Charlotte’s walk back to the Institute.

“Do tell what happened!” Will chimed in and with a brief look of disapproval, Serena turned away from the dark-haired boy. “Charlotte, is there reason why you’re protecting a girl you’ve barely known for a week?” Will inquired and even though his question had been valid, Charlotte had bit the inside of her cheek reluctant to discuss the matter.

With another shared look with Serena, Charlotte pulled herself close to the girl. “I can see a mark on your neck,” she said and at that moment, Serena had quickly but carefully covered the area Charlotte had verbally pointed out ere she tagged along with the brown-haired woman to the drawing room.

Once the two had entered the space, Charlotte had released a long sigh before she plopped herself against one of the seats while Serena had used a short time to magically create a sound barrier. “We’ll have to be quick about it,” Charlotte shared, “I’ll be having visitors from the Clave soon.”

“Oh, the Mortal Clave,” Serena said, that was what Venusians had referred members of the Clave who lived in the Mortal Realm as, those who belonged to the Clave in Venus were known to be the Venusian Clave. The Clave, a political body made of all active people of the Nephilim, Serena had wondered if there would be a moment when those from the Venusian Clave would ever address their Mortal Realm peers.

“The meeting went exactly how I thought it would go,” Serena began, “We spoke about the Rosehunters, and people in the council do believe that the Rosehunters might belong to the Mortal Realm,” she continued, appropriately unsure of their decision, Serena sat on an opposing seat than Charlotte who had awkwardly sat down on her chair. “And some of them do believe that one of them could be a part of the England Institutes.”

With both of her eyebrows raised Charlotte had wanted to speak but it had appeared that Serena had more to say. “They want a Shadowhunter from Venus to accompany me, to protect me---I don’t want that to happen,” Serena said as she lowly raised her hand. “I can protect myself.”

“Are there any contestants?” Charlotte asked.

“Many, the main ones being Davidson and Loras,” Serena answered and as kickback Charlotte pressed her lips into a thin line, offended of the Court’s decision.

“If Evaline didn’t trust me, she wouldn’t have brought you here,” Charlotte said and in agreement, Serena nodded her head.

“You don’t need to take care of me the way you’re doing now,” Serena spoke and against it, Charlotte moved herself closer to the dark-haired girl.

“It’s the least I can do, especially for what Lady Evaline had done for me,” Charlotte smiled.

Comforted, Serena had moved closer to the Branwell woman, happy that she had such a dear soul. “You lost your entire family, even though I, or the rest of the Institute cannot replace your loved ones, I want to be here for you.”

Grateful, Serena had emotionally brought the blond-haired woman into a hug, emotive and fervent, Serena had held back her tears before she emotively trembled her thanks. “Thank you.”

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Serena had wondered how Jem has never lost it and attacked Will, if she was in Jem’s shoes, she would’ve stabbed him by now, presently, the four of them had been in the library, assessing Tessa---well, only Jem and Will did; on how to walk and behave like Lady Belcourt, who had visited a day before, and if the Venrosa woman had been honest, it was kind of terrible to watch.

Thus, she had moved her attention on the book of Apollo she had found in the library and once again, for her tastes, they were not accurate. “Camile walks delicately. Like a faun in the woods. Not like a duck.”

“I do not walk like a duck,” Tessa argued.

“I like ducks,” Jem said. “Especially the ones in Hyde Park, remember when you tried to convince me to feed a poultry pie to the mallards in the park to see if you could breed a race of cannibal ducks?” Jem reminded Will.

“They ate it too,” Will replied. “Bloodthirsty little beats. Never trust a duck.”

“Do you mind?” Tessa demanded. “If you’re not going to help me, you might as well both leave. I did not let you stay here so that I could listen to you nattering on about ducks.”

“You’re impatient, is most unladylike,” Will spat before taking a brief look at Serena. “I’m sure Serena can do better than you and she hasn’t even met Camille,” he said and as a response, Serena barely looked his way.

Intrigued but humoured by the book she was reading and as if a candle had appeared above his head, Will turned to look at Serena once more, who had again, not looked up but spoke. “I will not be walking for you,” she said and with an annoyed click of a tongue, Will crossed his arms.

“You’re a bore,” he replied.

“You’re a cunt,” she snapped, her crude words had then caused Jem to laugh at her.

“Well, you’re un-lady like,” Will responded.

With her face twisted, Serena eventually looked up. “And you’re not much of a man,” Serena answered and taken by surprise Tessa shakingly laughed, dimming on Will’s light, the dark-haired boys lip tightened as he had thought of what to say but taken over by Jem who had informed Will to resume on teaching Tessa, Serena had once more looked down at the pages, consumed of what she had read.

Eyebrows furrowed as if she had read a text of blaspheme. Jem now taking interest of what Serena had read, had smoothly moved towards her. “What’s wrong?” The white-haired boy asked while he had taken a brief look of the text.

“It says in this book that Apollo took advantage of Persephone, but that never happened,” Serena shared as she dimply swept through the pages, gaining more disappointment the more she had read.

“Hm,” Jem thought. “Were you there?” He joked and annoyed, Serena narrowed her eyes at him before she turned the book around to read the blurb. “I was joking.”

Unmoved, Serena shrugged her shoulders. “It wasn’t funny.”

“Sorry,” he quickly apologised which received no response. “What actually happened?”

“Apollo never raped Persephone, the one who actually did it was Zeus,” Serene explained and with a short hum, Jem tapped his finger against his chin. “I know you’re not interested in it, and you’re just being kind.”

“No,” he kindly replied. “I am actually intrigued in what you believe is the right text,” he answered but before he could continue what he had wanted to say, the door to the library had opened and Charlotte had entered the room.

Followed by a dozen men and a couple of women, people Serena had never seen before. “The Enclave,” Will whispered before he gestured Jem and Tessa to duck behind one of the ten-foot bookcases. One woman had been very tall, almost six feet, hair white as powder and designed as a crown at the back of her head, she was older but the other woman beside her appeared younger, dark hair, cat-like eyes and held a mysterious essence.

“Gabriel Lightwood,” Jem breathed out, his eyes trained on a male member who seemed like the youngest of the group, he seemed around their age and Serena thought of him to be handsome, sharp features, tousled brown hair and had watchful eyes. “What is he doing here? I thought he was in school in Idris.”

“Just don’t get into a fight with him,” Jem continued and humoured, Will rolled his eyes.

“Rather a lot to ask, don’t you think?” Will asked and focused, Serena had watched how Charlotte had ushered everyone to the table at the front of the room, and had allowed everyone to settle themselves into seats around it.

“Frederick Ashdown and George Penhallow, here if you please,” Charlotte said. “Lilian Highsmith, if you’d sit over there by the map—”

“And where is Henry?” Frederick asked. “Your husband? As one of the heads of the Institute, he really ought to be here.”

In response, Serena reticently scoffed, she knew Frederick had asked that because he didn’t think of Charlotte to be the true leader because she was a woman. “He better be here,” Gabriel muttered. “An Enclave meeting without the head of the Institute present---more irregular,” Gabriel turned then, and though Will had been quick to duck back behind the tall bookcase, it was too late. “And who’s back there, then? Come out and show yourself!”

Thus, while Tessa, Will and Jem hushedly argued about if they should stay behind or not, Serena had delicately poked her head out, eyes innocent and gently embarrassed about how she’s been caught, though the pretty but ingenue look Serena had on her face had blocked any mean comments Gabriel had wanted to throw. “Oh?” Gabriel muttered, eyes shocked by the dupe and attractive figure who had revealed itself, though the pleasant moment ruined by the recognisable Herondale who had followed after.

“Will,” Charlotte sighed on seeing him then shook her head at Tess and Jem. “I told you the Enclave would be meeting here at four o’clock.”

“Did you?” Will said. “I must have forgotten that. Dreadful.” His eyes slid sideways, and he grinned. “Lo there, Gabriel.”

The brown-haired boy returned Will’s look with a furious glare. He had very bright green eyes and his mouth, as he stared at Will, was hard with disgust. “William,” he said finally before moving his eyes towards Serena. “Who are you?”

“None of your business,” Will replied gaining another look from Gabriel.

“Is that her, Lottie?” The white-haired woman asked. “The Warlock girl you were telling us about? She doesn’t look like much.”

“Neither did Magnus Bane the first time I saw him,” said Gabriel, bending a curious eye on Tessa. “Let’s have it then. Show us what you can do.”

“I’m not a Warlock,” Tessa smacked.

“Well, you’re certainly something, my girl,” the older woman continued before moving her eyes on Serena.

Serena who had then wished she was a fly on a wall, but due to her Venusian appearance that would never happen. “And you? Shadowhunter or Warlock?” She asked.

“She has the sight but serves no Shadowhunter,” Charlotte quickly answered. “She was brought by Lady Evaline.”

Surprised, the white-haired woman raised both of her eyebrows. “Aren’t you away too far from home?” She asked and awkwardly, Serena quickly looked down at her feet. Though before anything about Serena’s origin could be spoken about, Gabriel returned his sight towards Will, face resumed to be still and mean.

“Mrs. Branwell,” he said furiously. “Is William, or is he not, too young to be participating in an Enclave meeting?” Gabriel asked.

“Yes, he is. Will, Jem, if you’ll please wait outside in the corridor with Tessa and Serena,” Charlotte said.

“I will show you out,” Gabriel smiled once he saw Will’s expression tighten, and with arrogant happiness, he escorted the four out of the library. Once the five of them had entirely made it out of the library, Gabriel had swung towards Will, “You disgrace the name of Shadowhunters everywhere.” He seethed unintentionally pushing a breathy laugh from Serena who quickly covered her mouth.

Her brief amuse bringing ill to Will’s ego, though as he pushed his struck annoyance behind, he leaned against the wall, regarded Gabriel with his cool blue eyes. “I didn’t realise there was much of a name left to disgrace, after your father---”

Angry, Gabriel pointed his finger towards Will. “I will thank you not to speak of my family,” he snarled and intrigued, Serena had stood up, noted to herself that she would ask either Will or Jem what had been the intel about Gabriel’s father, and as the argument between Gabriel and Will resumed, Jem had struck himself between the dispute, once more behaving like a mediator.

“Stay out of this, Carstairs. This doesn’t concern you,” Gabriel said and as kickback, Jem had moved closer to Gabriel.

“If it concerns, Will, it concerns me,” Jem replied.

“You are a decent Shadowhunter, James,” he said, “and a gentleman. You have your---disability, but no one blames you for this. But this,” he curled his lips, jabbing a finger in Will’s direction. “This filth will only drag you down. Find someone else to be your parabatai, no one expects Will Herondale to live past nineteen, and no one will be sorry to see him, go either---”

“What a thing to say!” Tessa gasped while Serena giggled in the corner.

“Pardon me?” Gabriel asked.

“You heard me. Telling someone you wouldn’t be sorry if they died! It’s inexcusable!” Tessa said before taking Jem and Will’s hand, “Serena,” she called aware of the humoured look on the Venrosa’s woman’s face. “Come on, let’s go and stop laughing,” Tessa said and with a comedic timing, Serena pressed her index finger against her lips.

“With the way Will speaks to you I thought you wouldn’t have minded,” Serena shrugged as she trailed after Tessa, which had put the dark-haired girl into thought, she had been aware of the way Will speaks to people in general, specifically towards Tessa.

Though, Serena had still acknowledged the longing looks Tessa would send Will when he wasn’t looking her way, with her eyebrows furrowed, a case of possessiveness trickled up her throat as the thought of Tessa liking Will had imprinted in her brain.

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