#Serie pour vous

[hurlumerlu]

"It's not fair," he whispered.

"I know, Salim, but..."

"No, what's not fair is that I can't throw all the acerbic sentences I had prepared at you. I leave because you forgot about me, I sulk, I feast on my resentment and, when you arrive, I have nothing left to say. You are here and I am happy. That's all, and it's not fair."

Not me, Nuchy Anucha Boonyawatana/ L'île du destin, Pierre Bottero

[lxclerc]

𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 — 𝐜𝐥𝟏𝟔

summary... wherein old photos of you and charles resurface and goes viral, forcing you and the man whose heart you broke to cross paths once again request… no faceclaim... christina nadin pairing… charles leclerc x reader warning… none so far

note... this is going to be part of a series that includes both one shots and smau but can be read as a stand alone

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charleslec

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charleslec fans found an old instagram account allegedly belonging to charles from (what we believe to be) ages 12 - 20. the account is filled of personal pictures consisting of his supposed ex girlfriend, y/n y/l/n with sweet captions. y/n is a well known motorsport podcaster from monaco.

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username EXCUSE ME?

username this was not in my 2023 bingo card 😭

username you mean to tell me my girl yn dated shARL

username the way that this is probably why she’s had practically the entire grid as guests in her podcast apart from charles

username this is such an invasion of their privacy though like clearly they both didnt want this to be dug up

⤷ username i mean if they didn’t want anyone to see, they should have deleted the account or at the very least put it on private

username okay but these pictures are so 🥹

username i always thought it was weird the way charles and yn never interacted despite both being from monaco and involved the racing world

charles_lec7

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charles_lec7 Joyeux anniversaire, mon amour. il y a 16 ans, tu es venu au monde et c'est la meilleure chose qui me soit arrivée. je suis toujours là pour t'écouter parler de n'importe quoi pendant des heures en attendant le coucher du soleil, malgré la plainte d'enzo qui ne veut pas nous conduire 🤣🤣

(happy birthday, my love. 16 years ago, you came into this world and it was the best thing that ever happened to me. i’m always here to listen to you talk about whatever for hours while waiting for sunset despite enzo’s complaint against driving us.)

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yourusername Merci beaucoup, mon ange. Je suis tellement reconnaissante d'avoir passé un autre anniversaire avec toi. Je t'aime plus que les mots ❤️❤️ (thank you so much, my angel. i am so grateful to have spent another birthday with you. i love you more than words.)

⤷ charles_lec7 J'ai hâte de vous souhaiter un joyeux anniversaire 70 fois de plus. (looking forward to greeting you happy birthday 70 more times.)

⤷ username he was going to greet her 70 more happy birthdays because he thought they’d spend the rest of their life together 😭😭

⤷ username i only learned about them today but i am a child of divorce and they are my parents

jules_bianchi Joyeux anniversaire, yn!! Je suis toujours là pour veiller sur toi et Charles quand vous avez besoin de moi. (happy birthday, yn!! i’m always here looking out for you and charles whenever you need me.)

⤷ yourusername merci, jules ❤️ nous t'encourageons toujours (thank you, jules. we’re always rooting for you.)

⤷ username oh my god 🥲🥲🥲

username i ran as fast as i could as soon as i saw the posts and oh my god it’s true 😭

username they’ve 😭😭 been 😭 together 😭😭 since 😭😭 they 😭😭 were 16 😭😭

⤷ username if you scroll even further down, he first greeted her on her 13th birthday where he called her the prettiest girl 🥲

⤷ username i’m about to stab myself

username y’all ever thought that the reason why he probably wanted number 7 is because her birthday is july 7 which is 7/7

⤷ username STOP IT RN

⤷ username his username has 7 in it bc it’s her birthday 🥲

⤷ username someone fucking sedate me

charles_lec7

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charles_lec7 entrer en 2016 avec la même fille qu'en 2010. mon amour, je te tiendrai la main pour toujours ❤️❤️ (entering 2017 with the same girl from 2010. my love, i’ll hold your hand forever.)

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arthur_leclerc vous êtes tous les deux si ennuyeux 🙄🙄 (you’re both so annoying)

⤷ yourusername arrêtez d'être jaloux (stop being jealous)

lorenzotl Bonne année à vous deux! (happy new year to the both of you!)

⤷ yourusername je t'aime, enzo

yourusername Tu ne m'as pas demandé de sortir avec toi avant 2012 🤔🤔 (you didn’t ask me on a date till 2012 though)

⤷ charles_lec7 Je t'aime depuis bien plus longtemps que tu ne le penses (i love you far longer than you’ve known)

⤷ joris_trouche Malheureusement, je peux le confirmer en tant que personne qui a dû tout écouter. (unfortunately i can confirm this as someone who had to listen to everything)

⤷ yourusername ❤️❤️

yourusername and to many more years to come. Je t'aimerai pour le reste de ma vie (i’ll love you for the rest of my life)

⤷ charles_lec7 as long as i’m with you

username no because they legitimately seem so in love????? like from their words and not just the pictures

⤷ username there’s no way you’re going to tell me that a man who said “i’ve loved you far longer than you’ve known” and a girl who said “i’ll love you for the rest of my life” are no longer in love

username scrolling through this account is like watching their relationship unfold and mature before my eyes

username there’s no way you can tell me that two people so in love, looking forward to the future they plan to have together can just fall out of love and be complete strangers a few years later

⤷ username right!!!! because what do you mean love like this can exist and somehow just fade? what’s the point of love then??????

username the rest of us really be having an existential crisis because of a relationship that ended 6 years ago 😭

charles_lec7

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charles_lec7 10 years from now, i hope it’s still you by my side

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yourusername félicitations, f2 world champion 🎉🥳 (congratulations)

⤷ charles_lec7 Merci, mon amour, je t'aime tellement. (thank you, my love. i love you so much.)

⤷ yourusername 💕

⤷ username i think this is the end guys 😔

⤷ username her energy is so different here. she literally sounds more like a friend greeting a friend rather than a girlfriend of 6 years by this point

username how did we go from “looking forward to greet you 70 more times) bc they were so sure they’d grow old together to “10 years from now, i hope it’s still you by my side” where he sounds so uncertain if they’re in each other’s futures???????

⤷ username no fuck that because how the fuck did we go from “i love you more than words” and “i’ll love you for the rest of my life” to a “💕” without even an i love you too???????????

username this is his last post of her 🥲🥲🥲

⤷ username she doesn’t even follow this account anymore

⤷ username he abandoned this account after they broke up 😭😭

username no bc he’s f2 champion here and they were still together but he entered formula 1 single??? what the hell happened

yourusername

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yourusername in another life

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lissiemackintosh gorgeous gorgeous girl

⤷ yourusername no you

madisonbeer 🔥🔥🔥

yourbestfriend un voyage dans le passé ? (a trip down memory lane?)

⤷ yourusername 😵😬

username no bc your love story had me tearing up and now i refresh my feed and see this?

username she wanted to remind charles what he lost 😭

username in another life!!! i would have been your girlllllll

username literally the one that got away

username i simply can’t accept that this is the end of their story like this can’t be it, right?

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[golden-cherry]

deal - cl16 (8/?)

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader

Series Summary: Your whole life has gone to shit. Your boyfriend broke up with you, you just lost your job and the Monegasque, who suddenly stands in your doorway, claims that it’s his apartment.

Chapter Summary: It's always nice meeting new people. Especially British ones.

Warnings: fluff, flirting, one swear word, social media aspect

Word Count: 3.3k

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A/N: this chapter is for everyone who send me kind words when I was feeling down. even tho I don't answer every single message, I read everything you send me. I love you.

You look desperately at the piece of paper in your hand. 

You have the chicken breast, the avocado and the kale and garlic. According to the signs in the shop, two aisles down are the jars of sun-dried tomatoes that you also need. But where the heck are the sesame seeds and chilli flakes?

You rub your forehead with the back of your hand. 

For twenty minutes you have been walking through the supermarket, which is so much bigger than the one around the corner from you. Ten minutes ago you put the chicken in the shopping basket, which is hanging down on your elbow. And since then you have been wandering the aisles with little success, trying to find the rest that Charles scribbled on the piece of paper. 

When you left the bedroom this morning, your roommate had already disappeared. He had stowed his sleeping things in the wardrobe and tidied up the living room. Even the dishes had disappeared from the sink. Apparently he got up very early. 

After drinking a glass of orange juice, you found the note on the kitchen table that Charles had left there. 

"Bonjour, 

Je suis à la salle de sport ce matin. I'm at the gym this morning.

Pourriez-vous acheter ces choses pour le déjeuner ? Could you please buy these things for lunch?

Merci, mon ami. 

Charles

PS.: Mes amis et moi sortons ce soir et j'aimerais que tu viennes avec moi. My friends and I are going out tonight and I would like you to come along".

Next to it was another piece of paper with the shopping list for the bowl his nutritionist had picked out for him. Judging by the ingredients, Charles has good taste and for a moment you had considered buying a double portion - one for him and one for you - but the toast lying in your kitchen is about to go bad and you are reluctant to throw it away. Besides, no food in the world can beat a good sandwich.

But reading the list, you also realise that the small supermarket around the corner would not be enough to get everything.

The employee you asked a few minutes ago gave you a rough direction where you could find the sesame seeds, but he disappeared so quickly that you couldn't follow up. And since then you've been standing in a corridor that looks like you might find them here. But you've read through every label on every shelf, and although your French has improved - and you have a translator app on your phone - none of them sounded remotely like sesame or seeds.

"A pretty lady wasn't on my shopping list today, but I can be spontaneous," you hear someone with a British accent say behind you.

As you turn around, a young man is standing in front of you. He is a little taller than you and wears a black hoodie with his hands in his pockets and a black cap on his head. Although it is winter, his skin is tanned, and as he grins broadly, you see a small gap between his white front teeth.

You hesitate for a moment, trying to gauge whether he is really serious, and glance briefly at your shopping list before turning to face him fully. "An overeager man is not on mine either. And unfortunately, since I have to stick to my budget, I can't be quite as spontaneous."

His grin widens even more. "So the pick-up line was that lousy?"

His smile is so honest and friendly it's infectious. "Terrible."

The young man presses his tongue into his cheek before pulling his hand out of his jumper pocket to hold it out to you. "Lando. Nice to meet you."

As you place your hand in his, you feel the warmth of his skin. "Y/N."

Before you can respond, Lando snatches the piece of paper in your hand. His eyes flicker over the ingredients on it and then over the contents of your shopping basket. "You've been standing here for ten minutes. Do you need any help?"

You narrow your eyes and try to reach for the list in his big hands, but he is quicker. He pulls his hand away. "Have you been watching me? See if the note says stalker."

He pretends to go through the ingredients again, but his gaze lingers on you again after a few moments. "Stalker it doesn't say, but helpful stranger it does." He holds the note up to your nose. "Right under chicken breast. See. Right there. In invisible ink."

You push your lower lip forward and consider whether you should accept his help. The only thing against it is the fact that you can usually help yourself. But since he has already noticed how helplessly you search for the missing groceries, the argument is not exactly convincing.

"Alright." You extend your arm and wave it in a semicircle in front of you. "Show me the way."

Lando leads the way as you follow him through the shop. Despite his jumper, you can see that his cross is relatively wide. Not as wide as Charles, but still enough to be noticeable. 

"You don't seem to be from around here, do you?" asks Lando as you walk past the cheese shelf. He looks down at you. 

"I've actually lived here for months, but I've never been to this supermarket," you admit, shrugging. "The stuff on the list isn't for me, it's for my roommate. I'm not much of a bowl fan."

The helpful stranger stops abruptly in front of a shelf, causing you to bump lightly into him. You can still feel the hard muscles through the many layers of clothing. "What are you more into?" When you look at him with a raised eyebrow, he rolls his eyes. "Food-wise, I mean."

"Culinarily, I'm afraid I've stayed at McDonalds level. Or frozen pizza." As Lando grins, you lightly punch his arm. "I know, I know. Like a kid."

He reaches out and takes a packet from the shelf, and as he puts it in the basket, you see that it's sesame seeds. He then takes the basket from your hand. "So I don't need to take you to a super fancy, expensive restaurant? You'd be happy with take-out as well?" He tilts his head and raises an eyebrow. 

Apparently he can't help it. But you find his boyish charm not annoying, rather amusing. 

You raise your hand and poke your index finger against his chest. "You could buy me a can of soup, too, and I'd be blown away."

Lando is too surprised to retort, so he lowers his eyes to the list in his hand. You can still see the blush that comes to his face. He clears his throat. "Chilli flakes should be here somewhere too. Ah, there. Right behind you." He leans forward a little and reaches past you. As you inhale, you can smell his perfume.

"Thanks for your help, Lando," you say as you stand together at the checkout a little later, putting your purchase into a bag. "I don't know what I would have done without you." Your smile is genuine and you're glad he returns it. If it hadn't been for him, you'd almost certainly still be standing here tomorrow looking for the ingredients.

"I'm glad I could help." As you take your groceries from him, he shoulders the bag and shakes his head. "Would it be weird if I asked you if I could walk you home?"

"It would." You've both known each other for a few minutes and for sure it's unwise for a young stranger to find out where you live. Yet something about him makes you trust him. As Lando's mouth curls into a thin line, you smile kindly at him. "But weird is okay."

His expression brightens instantly. "Great. Show me the way. I'll follow you."

The walk home takes thirty minutes, but it feels much shorter with Lando by your side. He's two years older than you and incredibly funny, which is why your stomach starts to hurt from laughing at some point. He talks about what it was like growing up in England and that although he has his permanent home here in Monaco, he still works there. 

"So you're always flying back and forth? Isn't that very tiring?" you ask him. The house where your home is located comes into your field of vision. In a moment you are about to say goodbye and somehow you have a feeling that he would make an attempt to ask for your number. 

"It's very exhausting," he confesses, but shrugs. "But you know yourself what it's like to live here. Monaco is beautiful and I love it. Besides, many of my friends live here. It's definitely worth the stress for me."

You stop at the front door and Lando's smile disappears from his face as he realises that your time - for now - is up. He hands you your groceries, which he's been carrying for you like a gentleman for the last half hour. 

"Thank you. For your help and the nice company," you thank him and fish the front door key out of your pocket.

Lando puts his hands back in the pockets of his jumper, undecided whether to hug you goodbye or not. "I have to thank you." He pulls his lower lip between his teeth for a moment. "Can I see you again? Maybe for dinner? I'll get your favourite can of soup too," he grins and you have to laugh out loud.

"I'd love to," you reply. Why green eyes and dimples suddenly flash in the back of your mind, you don't know.

"Great. Do you have Instagram?" he asks and you look at him, confused. He raises a hand and scratches the back of his neck nervously with it. "I'd ask for your number, but I don't think you're someone who gives out their number to helpful strangers just because they're friendly."

You turn your head and point to the front door. "Well, you already know where I live, after all. And yet you ask for my Instagram?"

He licks his lips once with his tongue. "I didn't mean to be too forward."

You look down at your shopping bag, then back up at him. "You? Forward? No way."

You tell him your Instagram name and he saves it before you say goodbye with a hug that, in retrospect, you might find a little too brief. But Lando doesn't seem to want to cross any lines, which is why he only puts one arm around you to pull you close for a moment, not pressing you tightly against him but leaving some space between you.

"I'll get back to you," he says as you put the key in the door lock and turn it. "Promise."

When you enter the apartment minutes later, Charles is sitting on the couch, staring at his laptop, which is on the coffee table in front of him. You feel his gaze on you as you close the door behind you and slip off your shoes.

"Bonjour, Y/N." He gets up and follows you into the kitchen, where you take the groceries out of the bag and place them on the countertop. "Thank you for shopping. Did you sleep well?"

You did indeed. Whether it was the wine or the fact that you really enjoyed your evening with him, you don't know. When you woke up this morning and found that Charles had already left, you had been a little too relieved. The thoughts you harboured towards him last night make you feel guilty, so you decide to repress them and forget about them. 

Everything that happened last night was purely amicable, which his "mon ami" on the note also confirms. Secretly, you are glad that he sees it that way too. If he were to give you signs of being interested, you would have to think seriously about the whole situation. And you don't want that.

You're happy living with Charles. And even though you've only known each other for two days, you're sure he's a better friend than anyone else has ever been. No one in your old group of friends had ever been so friendly, so helpful, so caring. 

If that's how friends behave, then you never really had any.

"Well," you answer him. "I'm still alive, although I didn't lock the door yesterday. That certainly lets me sleep well."

Charles smiles and reaches for the chicken breast, which he rinses and seasons as you put a pan of oil on the hob. "Or maybe I just want you to feel safe. And someday, when you're not expecting it, I'll catch you," he jokes. 

"And that's exactly why I was serious about my offer last night," you return, watching as he puts the chicken into the hot oil. You hear it hiss and bubble. "That you can sleep in bed tonight. I don't mind. After all, it's your bed. And it's only fair that you use it."

Charles turns the chicken in the pan and looks at you. "And you're not just doing this so I won't murder you while you sleep?" His grin widens. 

"That, my friend, is a nice side effect."

While the chicken sizzles away, you prepare the avocado and Charles the kale. "It's all right, Y/N. It's only been the second night on the couch. And I promise you nothing will happen that would make you lock the door."

"But last night you -"

"Last night the wine was talking out of me when I sent you the picture," he interrupts. "Don't worry about me, I'll be fine." His smile is gentle. "That's what we agreed and that's what we'll stick to."

"That we agreed, I know," you confirm, digging a bowl out of the cupboard. Charles fills it with the ingredients and finally puts the roasted chicken on top. You turn off the hob. "But I don't think we have to stick rigidly to that rule for this," you point to the space between you, "to work. We're friends, not strangers. And as your friend, I can't have you breaking your back."

You see Charles swallow before turning away and picking up the bowl. Apparently he doesn't know what to say in response, because he changes the subject as you sit down on the couch together. "So, are you coming tonight? We were going out for dinner and then to a club. You don't have to come if you don't want to, of course, but I'd love to introduce you to my friends. We're a cool group and I think you'd fit in quite well." He spears a piece of avocado with his fork. "Besides, maybe I can take your mind off your asshole of an ex-boyfriend that way."

That's right. There was something. 

You haven't had to think about him since last night. About him calling you all the time and spoiling your mood. That he cheated on you a while back and broke your heart. 

Charles managed, with just a film and his company, to make you forget the pain and anger. In his presence you felt comfortable, warm, which was perhaps also a little due to the wine. And as you thought back over the evening, a feeling spread through you that you could not describe. 

The only word you can think of to describe this feeling is Charles.

"I didn't mean to remind you," your roommate says softly when you don't answer him. His eyes are fixed on his food. "Sorry."

You shake your head, more to let him know that your thoughts are not about your ex-boyfriend, but about Charles's kindness and care, but apparently he takes it as accepting the apology. He exhales in relief. 

"So? Are you coming with me later? With my friends and me?", Charles asks again. 

Isn't it too early to meet his friends? You two haven't known each other for very long either. But after all, you would be there as his roommate slash friend, not as his girlfriend. So for him, there's no reason why you shouldn't be there. So there is none for you either. 

"Do I need to wear anything nice? My wardrobe isn't exactly the most elegant," you confess, pointing to the oversized jumper hanging from your shoulders and the black leggings down your legs. 

Charles' gaze moves from your face, across your torso, down further to the tops of your feet, which are inches away from his. "It doesn't matter what you wear. You look beautiful in anything."

You hope he doesn't notice how hard you have to swallow the lump in your throat. "Then I'll come with you."

Satisfied, Charles puts a piece of chicken in his mouth and chews on it. As his cell phone vibrates on the table in front of you, he stiffens a little. 

From your position you can see that an unknown number is calling him. And you can well understand his reaction to it. You definitely wouldn't answer a call either if you didn't know who it was from. A short time later the phone is silent again and the screen goes black again. Charles visibly relaxes.

"I think calls from unknown numbers are totally nerve-wracking," you try to lighten the situation a little. "There was a time when I let the phone keep ringing, but now I just press unknown callers away."

Charles looks to you. "Would you press my call away?"

You draw your eyebrows together. "Well, since I don't have your number, I probably would."

Your roommate presses his tongue into his cheek. "Then it would be better if I gave it to you, no?"

Without a word, you hand him your unlocked phone - which looks really puny in his big hands - so he can punch in his number before calling himself. As he hands it back to you, he picks up his own phone to put your number in, deleting the unknown call. 

"Give me your Instagram, please."

You look at him uncertainly, but give him your name. "Do you need anything else? My credit card number? Birth certificate? National insurance number?"

"No, you dickhead." He taps away on his phone and a moment later a notification pops up on your screen. 

bawsixteen started following you

You open the app and click on his account and on the "Follow" button and a few moments later his entire profile is visible to you. He hasn't posted many pictures, some you recognise from Jori's place, but one in particular catches your eye. 

"So, tonight we're going out for dinner. Around eight, so we have to leave around around quarter to." Charles puts the empty bowl on the table and turns to you. "I have to leave in a few minutes. Will you be okay on your own until then? I don't think I'll be gone too long." 

You wonder if he's going to the woman he spoke to on the phone yesterday. "I'm an adult, Charles. I'll be fine," you smile. "Maybe by then I'll find a nice potato sack to wear later."

Charles laughs, gets up and goes into the kitchen to wash the bowl. "If you can find a second one that might fit me, bring it along. Then we could go in matching clothes. That would be something." You hear him turn on the tap at the sink. "Well, if you find one, you can call me."

"As long as you promise to answer." You turn and lean your arm over the back of the couch to watch him. His back muscles stand out under his shirt and you can see them moving. 

Charles looks over his shoulder at you and smiles. "Deal."

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[greedyhoneyz]

What’s Mine Is Yours — part one 

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･pairing: kylian mbappé x reader

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･synopsis: expensive gifts are a must for an expensive girl.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･cw: fluff. reader is spoiled. 

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ final notes: decided to make this into a short series, inside of writing about one specific day due to the way i wrote this. but enjoy!

“I love you.” Her dulcet yet feathery voice played like a melody in Kylian’s ear. It soothed his heart and tickled the butterflies in his stomach as he strung his fingers across her spine. He watched her diligently, examining her delicate features, her breath breezing against his face. Whilst she beamed up at him, bliss shimmering in her eyes, squeezing him tight. She pulled Kylian in closer, her affectionate gaze strung on his lips as they twisted, left and right.

“J’ai quelque chose pour toi.” (I have something for you.) Kylian was gentle, doting with (name), pecking her forehead as he slowly pulled away from her tight grasp.

“What?” Her words trailed breathlessly on her tongue as Kylian stepped back, pulling his arms behind his back. She eyed him closely, her brows furrowing together and intertwined her fingers together.

“Donne-moi une seconde.” (Give me a second.) Kylian held up his finger, urging (name) to wait before disappearing into his bedroom closet.

There were a few seconds of silence, then another few seconds of Kylian rummaging before he called out. “Ferme tes yeux!” (Close your eyes.)

(name) retorted quickly. “Pourquoi?” (Why?)

“Fais-le juste!” (Just do it!)

Mumbling under her breath, (name) slowly closed her eyes and waited, swaying quietly in the still air. She could hear Kylian’s footsteps grow closer and closer till he stopped, his dark figure blowing a shadow over her eyelids. He grabbed her hand and pulled her to the foot of his bed, and helped her sit.

“Puis-je ouvrir les yeux maintenant?” (Can I open my eyes now?)

“No.”

Peering down at the bag dangling from the tips of his fingers, Kylian smiled. He lifted it, it’s shuffling catching (name) off guard.

“Kylian, qu'est-ce que c'est?!” (Kylian, what is that?!) She sputtered nervously, flinching.

“Calme-toi,” (Calm down,) Kylian cackled, slowly placing the shopping bag on (name’s) lap. “Là. Vous pouvez ouvrir les yeux maintenant.” (There. You can open your eyes now.)

“Êtes-vous sûr?” (Are you sure?) (name) fidgeted anxiously.

“Oui.”

Kylian observed quietly as (name’s) eyes hesitatingly fluttered open. She peered at him from between her lashes before slowly averting her gaze to her lap.

“What’s this?” (name) queried curiously.

Slowly, she reached into the shopping bag and sifted through the piles of tissue paper funnelled to the top, unveiling a gift box. She lifted it carefully, her eyebrows raised.

Kylian could feel his heart explode with pride at the glint of realisation leisurely sparkling in (name’s) eyes as she read over the words etched on the box. She blinked, reading the words over again and again and again, sounding out each syllable without a word escaping her mouth until it finally felt right.

Raising her head, her mouth agape, (name) leapt onto her feet, her eyes gleaming with joy as she proceeded to shriek from the top of her lungs. “Ah!”

She bounced around in circles for a few brief seconds, her gift tightly locked in her arms and launched onto Kylian. “Oh, thank you! Thank you! Thank you!”

“Est-ce que tu vas l'ouvrir?” (Are you going to open it?)

(name) paused, realization hanging over her face, and slowly dropped her legs from around Kylian’s waist. “Oh.” She gaped.

It was quick for (name) to find herself back at the foot of her boyfriend’s bed with him beside her as her hands tenderly caressed the leering box on her lap.

Shuffling in her seat on Kylian’s bed, her thighs pressed together, (name) slowly cuffed her fingers around the top of the box and lifted it. Placing the box behind her, she glanced inside the black box and began fiddling through the neatly folded black tissue papers. She merely blinked at the card signed to her, before blowing a gentle breath once her eyes landed on the black dust bag.

Like a child on Christmas day, (name) gleamed with warmth and childlike glee. Her eyes twinkled with fascination, her mouth curved into a smile as she loosened the dust bag, practically frothing at the mouth and steadily lifted her bag.

“Do you like it?” Kylian knew it was useless asking such a question after the rollercoaster of emotions (name) performed just moments before. However, it would have satisfied his ego to hear her tender voice say yes.

Sharply turning to Kylian, (name) beamed. She reached out towards him, climbed onto her knees, and wrapped her arm around his neck. She gawked at him, blinking aimlessly and caught him off as she pressed her lips against his.

They sat still together, enmeshed in their bubble of love before (name) pulled away, Kylian love-struck and swollen. “I love it.”

[alien-superst4r]

∞ ETHEL CAIN is the TREMERE

I'm deep into Vampire the Masquerade V5 lore, trying to write new arcs for my Hecata oc and it got me buzzing with an idea.

So I'm starting this Halloween special serie centered around the 13 VTM clans. Opening the ball is the clan Tremere and Ethel Cain has the perfect dark witchy vibes. I can picture her perfectly hands covered in blood preparing for a blood sorcery ritual. (Also, she's definitely a follower of Carna).

One thing about the most controversial clan, never let them have a drop of your Vitae, they already know TOO MUCH.

En ce moment je suis plongée dans le lore Vampire la Mascarade V5 pour préparer un nouvel arc pour mon oc Hecata et j'ai eu une idée.

Du coup je me lance dans une série spéciale Halloween autour des 13 clans de VTM. Pour ouvrir le bal, je vous présente le clan Tremere représenté par Ethel Cain qui a les vibes parfaite de sorcière. J'arrive à parfaitement l'imaginer les mains dans le sang en train de préparer un rituel de sorcellerie du sang. (Je pense d'ailleurs qu'elle fait partie de la Maison Carna).

Si vous devez savoir une chose sur le clan le plus controversé, ne les laissez jamais récolter une goutte de votre Vitae. Ils en savent déjà trop.

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png credits go to abbysdian and coloursource

[onlyonetifosi]

Behind the camera -> chapter 9

<- previous series masterlist my main masterlist next->

author note1: angst and mean girls are back hahahah 😈😈

As the bell rang, signaling the end of another school day, Yn Leclerc gathered her belongings and made her way towards the school's exit. Her heart raced with anticipation, for today was a day like no other. The Princesse Grace Dance Academy awaited her, and the joy of dancing was the perfect escape from the troubles that awaited her outside the classroom. 

Yn's golden curls bounced as she walked, and her ballet bag swung gracefully at her side. She couldn't wait to join her friends at the academy, especially her best friend, Marta. They had been through thick and thin together, supporting each other's dreams, and now they were on a journey to becoming professional ballerinas

However, the path to pursuing her passion was not without its challenges. A group of girls, once her ballet companions in her school’s ballet extracurricular activity, resented Yn for achieving what they hadn't – acceptance into the prestigious academy. The trio had never quite recovered from being left behind at the school's ballet classes, while Yn and Marta moved on to the illustrious academy.

The trio of tormentors approached, their disdain painted across their faces like poorly masked jealousy. Yn's heart raced, but she straightened her posture, determined not to let their negativity affect her.

"Regardez qui voilà, la petite danseuse étoile," Emelie sneered as they approached, their perfectly coordinated steps emphasizing the mockery in their voices. (Look who's here, the little prima ballerina)

Yn tightened her grip on her pointe shoes, her eyes narrowing at the trio. She knew what was coming, but she wasn't going to let their words break her.

"Hey, Yn, maybe you should teach us some of those fancy moves you've been learning at your 'prestigious' academy," Camille added, her tone dripping with sarcasm. (Maybe you could show us some of those fancy moves you've been learning at your 'prestigious' academy.)

The leader of the trio, Isabelle, sneered, "You might be at the academy, but you'll never truly belong."

Yn took a deep breath, her mind a whirlwind of emotions. "Merci pour votre opinion, Isabelle. (Thank you for your opinion, Isabelle)," she replied, maintaining a calm exterior despite the storm within.

Yn took a deep breath, steeling herself against the words that stung like arrows. "I don't have time for this. Leave me alone."

"Oh, la petite princesse est trop fière maintenant." (Oh, the little princess is too proud now.)

Isabelle smirked, crossing her arms. "Oh, don't worry, Yn. We just wanted to check in on our little prodigy. It must be tough being the only one from our old group to make it into the academy."

Yn's jaw clenched, but before she could respond, a familiar voice cut through the tension. "Yn, there you are!" Joris approached with a bright smile, followed by Marta, Riccardo, Nico, Hugo, and of cours her brother Charles.

“Qu'est-ce qui se passe ici?" (What's going on here?) Joris asked, shooting a stern look at the other girls.

"Nothing, we were just catching up with our old friend Yn," Isabelle said, feigning innocence.

Emelie, Camille, and Isabelle exchanged glances, momentarily caught off guard by the unexpected support Yn had gathered.

Isabelle sneered, "Your sister thinks she's too good for us now that she's in this fancy academy. She's not as special as she thinks."

Marta, ever the fiery defender, retorted, "Elle est incroyable, Isabelle. And you're just jealous because you couldn't make the cut."

"She doesn't deserve it! It's not fair!" ("Elle ne le mérite pas ! Ce n'est pas juste !") Camille says looking agitated

"Tough luck, maybe you should've worked harder." Marta responds while crouching down to hug Yn. "Vous n'avez rien de mieux à faire?" (Don't you have anything better to do?) Marta, standing tall beside Yn, shot a defiant look at the bullies. "What's the matter, Isabelle? Afraid Yn will outshine you?"

Charles stepped forward, his protective older brother instincts kicking in. "C'est marrant, parce que ça ressemble plutôt à du harcèlement. (Funny, because it looks more like harassment)"

Yn felt a surge of gratitude as her friends gathered around her. "These girls are just bitter because they didn't make it into the academy. Don't let them get to you" Joris placed a reassuring hand on Yn's waist 

"Allons-y, YN. Ils ne valent pas notre temps" (Let's go, YN They're not worth our time) Hugo said while all the group surrounded yn to do a grupal hug and accompany her home.

The group walked away, leaving the mean girls fuming in their wake. Yn couldn't help but feel a sense of triumph. With friends like these, she knew she could overcome anything that came her way.

Yn felt a wave of gratitude for her friends and her brother. Once the mean girls were out of sight, Charles put a reassuring arm around Yn. "Are you okay, petite sœur?" (little sister)

Yn nodded, touched by the unwavering support around her. "Thanks to all of you. I don't know what I would do without you."

"Come on, Yn. Let's go home," Charles said, wrapping an arm around her.

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Later, the Leclerc twins arrived home. Pascale, sensing something amiss, looked at them with concern. "Comment était votre journée, mes amours?" (How was your day, my loves?)

Yn smiled, "Ma journée était doux-amer, maman. Mais mes amis et Charles m'ont protégée." (My day was bittersweet, Mom. But my friends and Charles protected me.)

Charles, protective as always, chimed in, "Those girls were just jealous, Yn. Don't let them get to you."

Pascale, placing plates on the table, listened attentively. "Tell me, mon cherie, what happened?"

Yn, grateful for the unwavering support of her family and friends, began to recount the events of the day, while Charles interjected with comforting words.

"Elles étaient jalouses de toi, ma petite sœur," Charles reassured her. ("They were jealous of you, my little sister.")

Charles added, "Nous sommes toujours là pour elle, maman." (We're always here for her, Mom.)

Their maman beamed with pride, "Je suis si fière de vous deux. Vous êtes une équipe formidable." (I am so proud of both of you. You are a fantastic team.) Just after praising them she hurried Yn to start eating faster, "Dépêche-toi, ma ballerine, tu dois aller à l'académie de danse. L'académie t'attend (Hurry, my ballerina, you need to go to the dance academy. The academy is waiting for you)" 

And in that moment, Yn knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, she had her family and friends by her side, ready to face them together.

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The afternoon passed quickly for Yn at the academy. The teachers were impressed with her progress, and they made sure to relay the good news to Pascale when she picked Yn up. Pascale couldn't help but beam with pride, knowing that her daughter was destined for greatness in the world of dance and Yn returned from the academy, tired but content

Meanwhile, Charles also arrived home after a rigorous training session at the karting track, guided by his father. Fatigue and satisfaction blended on his face.

As evening descended, the tired but satisfied twins returned home, with also their little brother Arthur, who was practicing with Charles. Pascale had prepared a feast for dinner – a family favorite, barbagiuan. The aroma filled the kitchen, welcoming the hungry trio.

The family gathered around the table, sharing stories of their day. Charles recounted the highlights of his karting training, and Yn shared the encouraging words from her dance teachers. Pascale and their papa, Hervé, listened with admiration.

"Les professeurs disent que tu as un avenir prometteur dans la danse, Yn. The teachers say you have a promising future in dance" Pascale proudly announced, raising her glass in a toast.

Arthur, always the enthusiastic one, jumped up and hugged Yn. "C'est incroyable, Yn! You're amazing!"

Charles grinned. "On est tous fiers de toi, Yn" (We're all proud of you, Yn)

Yn returned her brother's smile "Vous êtes les meilleurs frères du monde" (You're the best brothers in the world)

The night ended with laughter, shared accomplishments, and the comforting presence of family. As Yn drifted off to sleep, she couldn't help but feel grateful for the support of her loved ones. No matter what challenges lay ahead, she knew she could face them with the unwavering love and encouragement of her family by her side.

i hope you liked it and if you want to know more about yn and the leclercs and the adventures they are going to follow stay tuned (more drama coming soon and pierre is doing an apereance soon)

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[memoiresofaneternaldreamer]

Omertà

Assassin! Park Seonghwa x Mafia Heiress! Reader.

Themes: Smut | AU | PWP | Enemies to Lovers | Explicit sexual acts | Use of Italian Petnames (this deserves a separate warning in itself) | PIV | Unprotected intercourse (wrap it before you tap it kids!) | Desperate sex | Fluff - Angst?

Word Count: 1.9K

Playlist: 'See You Bleed' - Ramsey | 'Two Shots' - Cross My Heart Hope to Die | 'In The Blood' - Red Rosamond | 'Scorpio' - Pour Vous

Part of the 'ATEEZ as Dark Tropes' series.

This story is intended for an adult audience only. Minors do not interact.

"I wonder which will get you killed faster -- Your loyalty or your stubbornness?" Seonghwa whispers. His hot breath cascades over your neck while his lips lightly graze the shell of your ear. He has firmly planted himself into your personal space, with his chest flush against your back and his left hand gripping your jaw. 

Any regular person would have seen his words for what they were, a threat, and used them as fuel to run for their life. Or perhaps they would drop down to their knees and beg him, or any Deity they believed in, for mercy.

But you weren’t any regular person. 

His words, nor presence instilled any of its' intended fear into you. That is not what you were trained for. That is not the reaction your body had to him.

“Why don’t we find out?” You retaliate, the ghost of a smirk taking over your features. The challenge in your voice so prominent he cannot help but release a humourless chuckle. 

“Oh Carissima, when I am done with you, you know they will want to kill us both.” He answers. You snort at that, he wasn’t wrong. 

As tragic as the tale of Romeo and Juliet had been, the tale of the Angelinis and Barbieris was much worse.

Two brothers, not by blood but by bond, were once as thick as thieves. They ruled the Underworld side by side and were revered by many. Until one backstabbing and one double-crossing made them sworn enemies. As a result, the Angelinis vowed that no Barbieri would ever rule the Underworld again. And the Barbieris, in turn, vowed to take out each and every living Angelini.

It was a feud that lasted for many years and led to many tragic casualties on both sides. A mutual hatred which should have manifested into the only living heirs of both men.

While your father, Gabriele Angelini, had trained you to become the perfect heiress to the throne, Davide Barbieri, Seonghwa’s mentor turned adoptive father, had trained him to become the perfect killing machine.

Both offspring destined to fulfil the vows their fathers had made, and both offspring as lethal as the other.

But faith had other plans.

Before you can formulate a clever retort, he spins you around and shoves you backwards. The sudden movement catches you off guard, the breath you did not know you were holding bursting from your lips as your back bounces on the mattress. His gaze zeroes in on yours, and you recognize the dark look hidden behind them. Lust. Pure, unadulterated, dirty, forbidden lust. But also something else. Another emotion, much more terrifying. 

Because as your fathers before you, you should hate each other. He should want to kill you, and you should want to ruin him. But you don't. You can't. Not when he is the air you breathe, and you are the light that guides him. And it is with that thought that you understand what it is. Love. 

No words are spoken as you both hurriedly undress, the building tension between you stifling in the air. You both know there is no time for slow kisses or soft touches. Not now. Not when Davide had just formally declared the hit on your life, and every assassin - including Seonghwa - was ordered to hunt you down and eliminate you.  

As you open up the buttons of your blouse and unzip your skirt, he drops the leather jacket off his shoulders and unbuckles his belt. Every layer he sheds reveals more of his flawless skin, sculpted muscles and delicious hardness, and you cannot help but bite your lower lip at the sight. Somewhere in the depths of your mind, you wonder if this will be the last time you see him like this. As you slide your already soaked-through panties over your legs, the minimal light coming in from the window catches onto your glistening folds. 

Seonghwa's eyes capture the sight, and his hand - that had just removed his underwear - grips his uncovered hardness. "Fuck, Cara, you're already soaking wet for me." He groans. "I am." You agree. "What are you going to do about it?" You taunt, while you open your legs to give him an unobstructed view of your cunt. 

He is on you in an instant, his hand grabbing onto your ankle and pulling you closer towards him. Wordlessly he drops to his knees on the bed and lifts your other foot, allowing your legs to frame his hips. From this kneeling position, he can see your arousal in its' entirety. He swipes two fingers over your folds as a reply, before he plunges them deep into your hole. 

The sudden but welcome intrusion of his digits within your walls makes you gasp. "Fuck, Hwa. Amore, please." You mutter, as you feel them curling up into your sensitive spot. "What is it, Cara? Hmm?" He cannot help but taunt back. His eyes take in your beautiful face and he thinks to himself that he would give you anything you asked for in this moment. Hell, he'd give you the world even. And even though he loved Davide like a son loves his father, he loved you so much more. And he'd gladly see the Barbieri empire burn before he hurt a hair on your head.

"More, I need more." You relent, grabbing onto his wrist as he pulls his digits from your cunt. "I want to feel you inside me. I want you." You continue, the desperation to be devoured by him and the danger you know that faces you once you leave his safety slowly consuming you.

Seonghwa understands this though, as he too feels much too overcome already. He's not ready to lose you. He doesn't think he ever will be. So he tells you just that. "You have me Carissima, all of me. Now and forever after." He chokes out, as he enters you in one swift thrust.

The simultaneous moans you let out fill the otherwise quiet room. Seonghwa drops his weight forward, one hand on either side of your head, while you spread your legs to accommodate the width of his body. The pace he sets is unforgiving, the quick snaps of his hips into you making you quiver. Your tits jiggle with the movement and Seonghwa leans down to envelop one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking and nibbling on the stiff nub. 

"Oh fuck..." You curse, your hand reaches the back of his neck to grip at the roots. The sensation of his lips on your skin coupled with his sharp thrusts is almost too much to handle. And yet, it's somehow not enough still. You rotate your hips, desperate for more friction but too out of it to utter the words. But Seonghwa understands. He always does. Latching his mouth onto your other nipple, he glides his hand towards your clit. 

The first roll of his thumb over your sensitive nub is almost enough to make you cry. "Oh Dio.... Yes, just like that."  you whimper, every nerve ending being lit on fire by his ministrations. Seonghwa releases your - now swollen - nipple from his mouth in favour of taking in your blissed-out expression, all the while never letting up his movements. Your hooded eyes, glistening lips and the little drop of drool rolling over your cheek make him groan. 

The desire to plant his lips on yours and lick the drool from your mouth overwhelms him. Even though, when you two had started this "arrangement" years ago, there were two rules he promised you he'd never break.

No kissing. Kissing makes it too personal.

Never say the words "I love you." Saying them turns this into a weakness. And a weakness can be used to kill you.

But suddenly, Seonghwa couldn't care less about these rules. He loves you, more than he has loved anything else before. And Davide has set out to kill you anyway, even without any knowledge of your relationship. If you are going to die - and he in turn as well - he wants to etch your taste into his mind before you both release your final breath. 

"Cara, please. Please let me kiss you." He pleads, his face mere inches from yours while his hand grabs ahold of your jaw. The despair in his tone pulls at your heartstrings, and you know. You know what he wants to say, but doesn't. So you silently nod your head. Tightening his hold on you, he cranes your neck backwards and uses it to finally fuse his lips to yours. 

The kiss is all-consuming; warm, demanding, passionate, ferocious, but at the same time full of love, devotion and tenderness. You feel it everywhere. In the way he grips your jaw, in the fierceness of his hips slamming between your thighs, he's claiming you as his. And you let it happen. Because for someone who's craved control all her life, giving it to him so easily has never felt more right. 

So in that moment, you decide to break the second rule and tear your mouth from his.

"Te amo, Vita Mia." You whisper. Once the words register in his ears, Seonghwa stills his movements. Thankfully, you don't have to wait too long for his reply. "Mio Tesoro, I love you so much." He replies, full of conviction. 

Your words seem to open some invisible floodgate because he is on you again. Tilting his head as he deepens the kiss, it's a flurry of teeth clicking, tongues tangling, and lips smacking. His hips continue their assault on your insides, increasing the brutal force of his thrusts while his thumb stays pressed against your sensitive clit. When Seonghwa suddenly lifts one of your legs until it is resting on his shoulder, you feel him even deeper than before. And it's all too much. 

Fisting the sheets beside your head you cannot stop the scorching heat from coursing through your veins. Your body is on fire, so close to combustion you can almost taste your release. Seonghwa is not far behind. The pulsing of his cock within your walls becomes more prominent with each push. "Come with me Amore, give it to me. Fill me up." You manage to choke out before you tumble over that invisible ledge. 

"Fuck. Yes, Yes, yes. Just like that." He encourages, as he feels your pleasure overflowing within you. He's following right behind you with his own release. One, two, three thrusts and he's spilling inside you, your name rolling off his lips like a mantra, his seed filling you up. 

Seonghwa collapses on top of you, utterly spent, and he chuckles as you wrap your arms and legs around his body like a vice, trapping him to you. No other words need to be said, the softness of your touches and the look in his eyes convey everything you need to know. You stay like this for what feels like an eternity. Wrapped up in each other's warmth, lost in your own little universe. You think you can actually fall asleep like this, with his weight on you and his softening member still inside you. As Seonghwa lays his head on your chest you figure he's coming to the same conclusion. So you close your eyes and let the comfort slowly pull you under.

And then a shot rings out.

A/N: Little brain rot of mine because I've had this moodboard I created just sitting in my drafts forever, and I finally decided to do something with it. (It may also be because of all the concert content floating around). Definitely not proofread. Hope you all enjoy!

Send me your hard/soft thoughts - feedback/fangirling is always welcome. Want to be added to my taglist? Let me know!

[For the Moodboard: credits to the owners of these pictures, I do not own any of them. All pictures are exclusively found on Pinterest. Please do not use without giving credit and do not delete the caption. Do not copy and repost to other sites.]

[missmielyhoran]

Stages of love

How Harry and Y/N were before Stages of grief

[Warning- Fucked up timeline]

Face claim- Lily James

Masterlist // Series Masterlist

Late 2015

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StylesUpdate 'Cinderella' actress Y/N Monet seen at Harry's concert then them leaving together.

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Harryfan2 NO FUCKING WAY

Harryfan3 She was with her son and ex, they were dancing together whole time🥺

Harryfan1 Wait with her ex are they together or she's with Harry?

Harryfan3 I mean her and Harry simply could just be friends

Harryfan2 the way he's holding her? Naah

Early 2016

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Yourinstagram 26 babyyy🍾

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Harryfan1 Happy birthday queen🥳

Y/Nfan3 Milfff🤤

TaylorSwift Happy birthday mon❤️

Yourinstagram Thank you Tay😘

Harryfan3 I want to be her🥺also Happy birthday babe

harrystyles Prettiest girl out there💕

Yourinstagram you flatter me baby🫣

Harryfan2 get.a.room.

harrystyles we did

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StylesUpdate Harry at Y/N's 26th birthday party he threw for her.

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Y/Nfan2 He was drunk out his mind💀

Harryfan1 both were😂

Harryfan3 He threw her a birthday party🥺

Y/Nfan1 I love them together😍

Harryfan4 and the way he's good with her son too and they hang out😭

Harryfan1 Mom and dad!

2017

On twitter-

DailyMail Former One Direction member Harry Styles and Cinderella actress Y/N Monet have reportedly tied the knot in secret near french countryside after just by dating for more than a year.

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Harryfan2 OMFG AHHDJSBSB

Y/Nfan1 I never took Harry as someone who would tie down so early but oh well

Harryfan1 I'm literally shaking omg congratulations to them😭

Harryfan3 That means Harry is Em's stepdad...stepdadrryyy!!😍

Randomuser how is this relevant?

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harrystyles 25.03.2017 ❤️💍

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Harryfan1 Bet that necklace costs more than my existence

Annetwist Congratulations kids🥳

Harryfan2 I still can't wrap my head around her, not being natural blonde

Yourinstagram mon éternité❤️

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GemmaStyles Only best decision my dumbass brother has made

harrystyles I agree

Y/Nfan4 She looks so gorgeous😍❤️

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Yourinstagram Mon bébé, mon amour, mon mari. Je vous aimerai pour toujours. 25.03.2017❤️💍

(My baby, my love, my husband. I will love you forever)

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harrystyles mon ange❤️

Harryfan1 Did you guys see the pics her best friend posted on her story😭

Y/Nfan3 omg yes😭

Harryfan1 Em was his best man I can't-

Y/Nfan3 They both ate the wedding looks🤌

Harryfan3 people- don't upstage the bride- Harry- wears white💀

Late 2018

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harrystyles Behind the album. Out.Now

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Harryfan3 Petition for Harry to stop giving us heart attack

Harryfan1 I was ugly crying and I'm not ashamed of it

Y/Nfan2 I just know that baby will be gorgeous asf

Harryfan2 yeah greek god summat

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StylesUpdate Harry was seen out with his daughter, who was reportedly born a month ago.

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Harryfan1 Girl dad harry supremacy!

Harryfan4 he looks so happy🥺

Harryfan3 Where is Y/N? Shouldn't she also be with him?

Y/Nfan2 Probably at home resting. Postpartum his hard and I think he's very capable of taking care of his own daughter

Harryfan2 I'm dying to know what's her name😭

Mid 2019

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Yourinstagram Amie Monet-Styles

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Annetwist Look at her huge hat. Bless her😂❤️

Yourinstagram yeah she almost fell from the weight of it but wouldn't let us take it off

harrystyles my adorable baby

FlorencePudge Oh my gosh she's adorable

Y/Nfan2 Her tiny hands🥺

GemmaStyles @/yourbestie Our god daughter💗

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[jaibaisetamere]

~ post d'introduction ~

salut ! je suis élève de français qui prépare le diplôme du baccalauréat international, maintenant j'apprends le français au niveau standard, ou niveau B1.

mes pronoms sont il en français et he/it en anglais. mon blog principal s'appelle uh-ur-mom, c'est en anglais.

ce blog, je veux l'utiliser pour trouver des amis qui parlent aussi français, ainsi que lire et écrire des fanfictions. j'en écris quelquefois en anglais mais je ne les ai jamais postées.

mes fandoms :

project sekai

vocaloid

dunmeshi

genshin impact

hermitcraft & life series

voltron

sonic

south park (malheureusement ;-;)

stardew valley

mes autres loisirs :

la couture

l'écriture

la musique (je joue de la batterie, la guitare, je chante et je fais aussi de la production)

dessiner

dni est simple, suivez pas si vous êtes homophobe, transphobe, raciste etc.

j'espére que je pourrais faire de nouveaux amis

bonne journée 🤗

[spiderbaby123]

Foreign

Luka Couffaine x Reader

A/n: i will probably make this a series.

Summary; y/n is Chloe Bourgeois' cousin, sent to live with her uncle in Paris. She is American and doesn't really speak French very well. As she tries to navigate the language, she learns there's more to Paris than the language.

Tw: explosions?

"Classe, nous avons un nouvel élève aujourd'hui. Elle vient d'Amérique. S'il vous plaît, faites bien de l'aider." Miss Bustier said in front of the class.

(Class we have a new student today. She is from america. Please do well to help her.)

The woman opened the class door and in walked a very timid looking girl. She had h/l h/c hair and e/c eyes. She wore a cute little black crop top and leggings with the galaxy on them. She was holding her book bag close to her chest nervously. Miss Bustier smiled at the girl. "C'est y/n Bourgeios." She said to the class then lookee at y/n. "Vous pouvez vous asseoir à côté de Juleka." (You may sit next to Juleka.) She said and motioned to a girl with black and purple hair. Y/n looked at her slightly confused but guessed she wanted her to sit next to the girl. She hesitantly walked over and took the empty seat. There were a few whispers and stares at the girl. "Un autre Bourgeios ? Quelle chance.." (another Bourgeois? how lucky..) y/n didn't understand the whole whispers from behind her. She heard Bourgeois and knew chance meant luck, but the tone of the whisper said enough. She sunk in her seat and pulled out a book that was an English to French translator. Juleka saw the book and looked up at the girl next to her. Did she not know french? About an hour later, Miss Bustier turned to the class. "je veux que vous fassiez équipe avec vos voisins pour une mission. il sera dû à la fin de la semaine. s'il vous plaît, travaillez-y à la maison." (i want you all to pair up with your neighbors for an assignment. it will be due at the end of the week. please work on it at home.) Y/n stared confused as she tried to decipher the words. Je=I, vous=you, maison=home.. she couldn't get it all. She hesitantly looked at Juleka, the girl had seemed shy which made y/n hesitantly to ask for help. To her surprised the girl was already looking at her. Both girls blushed in nervousness. "Voudrais-tu travailler chez moi ou chez toi ?" She said timidly. (Would you like to work at my place or yours?) Y/n stared. Moi=my.. "uh.. i-i dont.." she hesitated. Juleka seemed to understand. "You speak english." She said to y/n. "Yes. You know it?" The girl nodded. "My father is from Britain. My English is not perfect, though. We have to work at home for the paper." She explained. Y/n nodded. "Oh, ok.. c-could you help me, maybe?" She asked, not understanding that it was a project for partners. Juleka smiled shyly. "Uh.. together at home. Uh.. group work.." she said. Y/n smiled softly. "O-ohhh." She understood now. They were meant to work together.

~After school~

Juleka and y/n had ended sharing their entire schedule. Despite her shy nature, Juleka had helped y/n all day. She introduced her to a few people, and now they were walking to Juleka's home to work on their project. "Merci pour aide moi." Y/n said in broken french. (Thank you for help me." Juleka giggled. "Try to say, Merci de m'aider." She corrected. Y/n blushed, "uh.. Merci de m'aider?" She repeated. "je vous en prie." Y/n looked at her confused. Je=I, vous=you, en=?, prie=?. "It means you are welcome." Juleka smiled. je vous en prie= you're welcome. As they walked up to the river Juleka stopped. "We are here." Y/n looked at the girl confused. "Here?" Juleka nodded and pointed to a house boat in the water. Y/n nodded and followed the girl hesitantly. As they walked in Juleka lead y/n to her room.

Luka had already been in his room, home from his school. He didn't have work today so he was sitting on his bed, tuning his guitar. He noticed his sister walking by and smiled. Then he saw her. He blushed slightly. She was beautiful. He got up and walked over to his door to look out it, catching a glimpse of the two girls slipping into Juleka's room. He hadn't felt this flutter in his heart since he had met Marinette. He placed a hand over his heart in attempt to calm it.

Y/n sat on Juleka's bed and pulled a book out of her bag. Juleka closed the door and just barely had noticed her twin with his hand over his chest as she did so. She turned and walked over to y/n to do their project.

Two hours later the girls had managed to get two paragraphs of their paper done. Though Juleka knew some English, the language barrier was clearly working against them. Y/n had to translate word for word in the book to english so she could read it. It was almost time for her to leave. A knock on the door had interrupted them. Juleka got up and opened it to see Luka standing there. He glanced behind her at y/n and smiled at her then looked back to Juleka. Y/n stared, she was frozen. This boy.. he's.. he's so.. cute.. she thought to herself. "est-ce que toi et ton ami avez faim ?" He said to Juleka. "est-ce que maman cuisine ?" She replied. "Oui. Poulet au parmesan." He answered. Y/n simply stared at the boy in the door frame. She couldn't even focus on trying to understand the words coming from his mouth. Juleka nodded. "ok, je vais lui demander si elle veut rester, mais vas-y et dis-lui oui." Luka nodded and looked back at y/n. He noticed her tinted cheeks and smirked slightly. He waved at her. "au revoir, jolie." He walked away. She looked at Juleka confused. "W-who is Jolie?" She asked. Juleka blushed, embarrassed to explain that her brother had just flirted with the girl. "Jolie is.. uh.. pretty.." she said. Y/n still didn't understand. "Why did he call me by her name though?" She asked clueless. Juleka blushed deeper. "Uh.. a-are you hungry? My mom is cooking." She changed the subject. Y/n pouted softly but nodded. "Yes a little." Juleka smiled. "Stay and eat. Others are coming after eating for band practice." Juleka said smiling.

The whole time they ate y/n had stayed quiet. She didn't understand anything said at the table. Just words here and there. The conversation quieted suddenly, causing y/n to look up confused. She blushed as she saw Luka and his mom staring at her, Juleka had left the table to answer her phone or something. "tu es nouveau à l'école, n'est-ce pas ?" Luka asked. (You are new to school, yes?) She stared at him. "U-uh.. tu.. l'école.. uh.. je ne t'ai pas vu?" (I did not see you?) She said questioningly, thinking he said something about seeing her at school. She didn't know he didn't go there. Luka chuckled. "Non, Non, je vais dans une autre école." (No, no, i go to a different school.) She stared again, blushing deeper. She couldn't understand him.. he noticed her staring and smiled. "tu ne parles pas français ?" He asked. (Do you not speak french?) That she understood. She shook her head. "N-no.. Je p-parle a-anglais." She said, her pronunciation slightly off. He smiled and nodded. "Ah. You must be having a hard time, then." She blushed as Luka spoke in English to her. She nodded. "It's.. a struggle.." She admitted. He nodded. "Do you need a teacher? I could help you." He offered. She blushed again and nodded. "A-are you sure?" He smiled. "n'importe quoi pour la jolie fille." (Anything for the pretty girl.) She furrowed brows, causing him to chuckled. "I would love to teach you, jolie." She bit her lip. "Uh.. m-my name isn't.." he laughed. "It is a nickname, jolie." She blushed deeper. "O-oh.."

After they finished dinner, Juleka and Luka had band practice with a few others who had shown up. They invited y/n to stay and she did. It was only her first day but she felt like she was already making friends. She smiled to herself as she sat on a chair, listening to the band. They were pretty good, even if y/n couldn't understand what they were singing. Once they finished practice and cleaned up their equipment, Luka walked over to y/n. "tu es très jolie quand tu souris." (You look very pretty when you smile.) He smiled at her. Y/n blushed, she didn't know what he said but his voice alone was enough to make someone melt. Let alone his looks. That's when it happened.

BOOM

The world shook around them. Y/n gripped Luka's shirt to keep from falling. Luka grabbed her quickly, helping her stay up. Everyone looked around. The water was rippling. There was smoke coming from about a block away. Then a zip of purple light flew around the sky. Y/n gripped tighter to Luka. What was this? Was Paris attacked? Luke noticed the way she looked terrified. He realized she probably didn't know about Akumas and Miraculouses.

BOOM

She gasped and hid her face in Luka's chest, causing him to blush lightly. He watched as Marinette snuck off and then Adrien. He knew they could probably handle this but there was a chance they'd need him.

SWOOSH

A flash of red flew by. Ladybug. Luka pulled away from y/n, who looked terrified. He grabbed her hand and pulled her into the house part of the boat. He lead her to Juleka. "ici. je vais aller aider les autres à descendre ici." (Here. Im going to help the others get down here.) He said to his sister, who nodded. Luka left. Y/n gripped Juleka's hand suddenly. The other girl frowned seeing how terrified y/n had been. "It's ok. Ladybug and Chat Noir will make things ok." She said, confusing y/n more.

Luka had been needed. He transformed to Viperion. He was helping Ladybug and Chat Noir fight the current Akumatized victim.

BOOM

A bright purple orb flew towards the river. Viperion raced to check on his friends and family. The boat was sinking. Everyone was out hopping to the dock. Except he didn't see y/n. He jumped down. "est-ce que tout le monde va bien ?!" (Is everyone ok?!) He asked, trying not to give away his identity. The group told him about y/n, still stuck in the boat. He raced in, looking for the girl. She was hiding in a corner. He frowned and got closer. She jumped when she saw him and tried to scoot away but hit water. She scrambled back towards him. "s'il vous plaît, mademoiselle, laissez-moi vous aider." (Please, miss, let me help.) She understood most of what he said. He held out a cautious hand to her. She hesitantly took it. He pulled her to his chest and helped her out of the boat. She blushed. He was.. cute.. but he reminded her of someone..

"Miraculous Ladybug!"

A flash of pink and they were back on the boat, y/n wrapped around Luka. She jumped and let go of him. She stumbled back and looked around. What just happened.. Luka grabbed her hand to keep her from falling. "Jolie. It's ok." He said. She shook her head and stared at him. "N-no.. w-what.. what was that?!" She asked, still terrified. Luka frowned and pulled her back to him. "Let me walk you home. I will explain."

Luka walked her home and explained the Akumas and Miraculouses, villians and heroes. Y/n felt like she was in a comic book. She didn't want to believe it. The world was already scary enough. It didn't need this too. Though.. "Who is the one with the lyre?" She asked suddenly. Luka froze slightly and blushed. "Uh.. Viperion." He told her. She blushed and nodded. "W-why do you want to know?" He asked hesitantly. She blushed deeper and looked away. "O-oh.. he saved me.." Luka nodded. "Oh.." he had knew that but need to play it off that he didn't. He noticed the blush on her cheeks and smirked slightly. Had she found his alter ego cute? As they got to Le Grand Paris, Luka turned to smile at y/n. "bonne nuit, jolie." (Good night, pretty.) He said softly. Y/n blushed. "Uh.. good night.."

[good4theitgirl]

IT GIRL TIPS SERIES

Aujourd'hui je vais vous donner tous les tips de blair waldorf qu'elle a donner dans gossip girl (inspiré de @futuries et @dreamgirllifestyle sur tiktok) :

🥂BLAIR WALDORF #1:

𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑡𝑢 𝑣𝑎𝑢𝑥,𝑡𝑢 𝑒𝑠 𝑢𝑛𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑒 : Blair a dit "je ne suis pas un arrêt en cours de chemin,je suis une destination"

🥂BLAIR WALDORF #2:

𝑛𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑒 𝑡𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑝𝑖𝑒𝑑𝑠 𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡: Lorsque Jenny a commencé a humilié Blair,elle s'est battue jusqu'à ce que Jenny abandonne.

🥂BLAIR WALDORF #3:

𝑠𝑜𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑖𝑔𝑛𝑒 𝑒𝑡 𝑏𝑖𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑎𝑏𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑢 𝑣𝑎𝑠:Blair prend du temps et du plaisir a se préparer et elle ne s'habille jamais en fonction d'un événement,car tous moments mérite d'être célébré.

🥂BLAIR WALDORF #4:

𝑠𝑜𝑦𝑒𝑧 𝑎𝑢𝑑𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑒𝑢𝑥,𝑓𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑒𝑛 𝑣𝑜𝑡𝑟𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑟𝑒 𝑣𝑜𝑠 𝑜𝑏𝑗𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑠:Blair atteint la plupart du temps ses objectifs car elle y apporte de l'importance et de l'attention et qu'elle n'a peur de rien,c'est en particulier la raison pour laquelle,elle est model pour certain.

Je continuerais la série de Blair si je vois qu'il ya des vues et voir même faire celle de Maddy Perez,Serena,Poppy....

𝑋𝑂𝑋𝑂

[darksideof]

The 365 Squares series continues!

365 Squares Vol. 3, one year of dailydrawing by @moon_mxtr with Editions Caurette

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Mouseys - Excursion to the primal lands

Now pay attention, group. Keep your paws on the rail-guard at all time. Underneath us is a rare and delicate specimen of the primal ecosystem from we all once came. These beautiful creatures you can admire below are in the first stage of their evolution, saturated with wonder, raw happiness and flooding emotions. We, at the conservation center, are tasked with maintaining the delicate balance of nutritional motivations to keep the ecosystem flourishing. One harsh critic, one too many frustration, not enough challenge, and this whole land will wither, starting anew from scratch. What will it become? No one knows. That's the marvel of it all !

/* Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook - Porte-mine sur carnet A6 */ /* Part of the Mouseys Adventures series */

Attention tout le monde! Gardez bien vos patounes sur la rampe. En dessous vous pouvez maintenant contempler un exemple rare et délicat d'écosystème primal, tel qu'il était avant notre ère. Ces splendide créatures que vous voyez sous nos pattes sont au premier stade de leur évolution. Leur environnement est saturé d'émerveillement, de bonheur intense et d'émotion vives. Nous, au Centre de Conservation, avons la délicate tache d'entretenir leur croissance à l'aide de nutriments motivationnels. Une critique bourrue de trop, une frustration persistante, pas assez de challenge et tout peut s'effondrer. Il faudra alors des années pour que reparte l'inspiration. Que deviendrons ces terres ? Nul ne le sait. C'est justement ce qui fait tout leur attrait !

[kaifougere666]

ENG: Hello everyone, I have made a community for people in the mininours fandom to join ! You must be older than 13 to join! And the DNI there are the same than the ones in my pinned !

If you don't speak French it's okay, but here might be both French and English there since the serie mininours is French

Bonjour à tous, j'ai créé une communauté à laquelle les personnes du fandom des mininours peuvent se joindre ! Vous devez avoir plus de 13 ans pour participer ! Et les DNI y sont les mêmes que ceux de mon billet épinglé !

DNI:

(DNI not made by me)

[carogdraws]

Welp, I didn't expect to think about an old childhood favourite French comic series all of a sudden, and I figured I could make some fanart of it.

Have Jadina art everyone 🫴

Oh boy, where to start on the rendering style... I know how to draw in an anime style, but I feel so proud to achieve this particular one after so many years after my first attempts. Plus with some goddamn cool effects too! So happy!

Anyway, grab some food all of you guys who are Légendaires fans! 😊

(et pour les Français, voyez en dessous pour traduction si vous voulez)

Je pensais pas que j'allais revenir sur une de mes séries de bande dessinée préférées tout d'un coup, et je pensais faire de l'art avec un des personnages.

Donc voici Jadina!

Oh là, où commencer sur le style... Je sais comment dessiner dans le style d'anime, mais je suis tellement contente d'achever ce style particulier après plusieurs années depuis mon premier essai. Super heureuse!

En tout cas, prenez les miettes d'art des Légendaires pour tout ceux qui sont fans! 😊

[chic-a-gigot]

La Mode nationale, no. 1, juin 1947, Paris. Reproduction of first cover published in 1885. Bibliothèque nationale de France

Nous vous présentons aujourd'hui le premier numéro d'une nouvelle série de la Mode Nationale et nous avons pensé qu'il serait amusant de reproduire la couverture du premier numéro paru en 1885 pour vous permettre d'apprécier le chemin parcouru.

La mode n'était pas simple à cette époque, ni la présentation des journaux ; déesse couverte de bijoux, renommée avec sa trompette, amour aux ailes de papillons. Par chance le paon ne fait pas la roue, mais le bateau à vapeur a encore des mâts de voiliers et doit être ancré dans un bien joli port. Tout cela pour agrémentrer le titre. Quand aux élégantes de l'époque habillées pour une grande cérémonie, nous souffrons pour elle du supplice qui leur était infligé. Nos clientes devaient être de bien habiles couturières pour exécuter d'aussi savants drapés. Que tout cela a changé. Vue seule chose a persisté, le désir que nous avons de satisfaire nos fidèles lectrices, petites filles de celles du temps jadis; de les satisfaire en leur présentant des modèles simples, chics, et si facile à faire.

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Today we present to you the first issue of a new series of La Mode Nationale and we thought it would be fun to reproduce the cover of the first issue published in 1885 to allow you to appreciate how far we have come.

Fashion was not simple at that time, nor was the presentation of newspapers; goddess covered in jewels, renowned with her trumpet, love with butterfly wings. Luckily the peacock is not doing cartwheels, but the steamboat still has sailboat masts and must be anchored in a very pretty port. All this to enhance the title. As for the elegant ladies of the time dressed for a big ceremony, we suffer for them from the torture that was inflicted on them. Our clients must have been very skilled seamstresses to create such skillful draperies. That all this has changed. The only thing that has persisted is the desire we have to satisfy our faithful readers, little girls of those of times gone by; to satisfy them by presenting them with simple, chic models that are so easy to make.