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cheftsunoda · 3 months ago

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beauty and brains

(part five)

smau + real life

wedding planning chaos with something old, new, borrowed and blue.

Charles Leclerc x !Doctor Sister Reader X Platonic F1 Grid

Leclerc Reader x Lando Norris

part one here:)

part two here:)

part three here:)

part four here:)

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charles_leclerc : you are a Ferrari fan everyday…just somedays you need to act like you like your..fiances (🤮)..team I guess

dr_jules_leclerc : my fiances (❤️💘😚❤️) team won the constructors last year….what did Ferrari do???

charles_leclerc : whose side are you even on here????

dr_jules_leclerc : the winning one

charles_leclerc : return my girlfriend and my child to me this instant

dr_jules_leclerc : alex said she’d rather stay with me

charles_leclerc : the UTTER betrayal today is disgusting

lando: id say i hate seeing you in red but you look stunning in every color so…

dr_jules_leclerc : love you sm mon amorrrr

lando : do i get you for quali tomorrow??

dr_jules_leclerc : absolutely pumpkin

lando : pole it is then

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lewishamilton : let’s gooooo we get you in the garage today??

dr_jules_leclerc : absolutely lewww (after all, you are the only reason im a Ferrari fan)

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lando: she is so fucking beautiful

lando : and YES YES I CAN FIGHT

lando : but honestly she’d probably pick you😞

alexandrasaintmleux : sadly you proposed first so i think you got her bud😞😞

dr_jules_leclerc : oml the 2nd pic is so cute thank u for my new wallpaper 😭

dr_jules_leclerc : and i love you sm my angel (we still have time to run away together)

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charles_leclerc : wait why is she in the mclaren garage??

charles_leclerc : WAIT - why are YOU in the mclaren garage too???

alexandrasaintmleux: 😁😁

arthur_leclerc : can you guys grab me a croissant from the mclaren hospitality?? theirs are better 🙏🏻

alexandrasaintmleux: jules already grabbed you two

arthur_leclerc : wow i feel so loved

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f1gossipgirls : George Russell was seen involved in a juicy conversation with his girlfriend Carmen, Charles Leclerc’s Girlfriend Alexandra and Charles twin Sister/Lando’s Fiance, Dr Jules Leclerc. Wonder what the gossip was about?? ☕️🫖

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dr_jules_leclerc : can confirm GR is the paddock gossip queen

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georgerussell63 : and meme king don’t forget

georgerussell63 : no gossip today ladies…i am on the wedding planning committee 😁😁

carmenmmundt : I hope you are this excited when we have to plan our wedding

alexandrasaintmleux: why did george actually have some good ideas??😭

georgerussell63 : what can I say? I stay up to date with the trends

username5 : this is absolutely killing me I can’t -

username10 : so iconic of George tbh

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The paddock buzzed with its usual pre-race rhythm—mechanics, media, espresso cups and tire chatter. But I wasn’t thinking about sector times or strategy meetings today.

I was thinking about table settings.

“Outdoor ceremony or something inside?” Alexandra asked, eyes hidden behind her sunglasses, but her focus very much locked onto the Pinterest board on my iPad.

“I’m torn,” I groaned, sitting back against the low couch in the hospitality suite. “I want something timeless but also… not boring. Lando keeps saying he ‘just wants to marry me,’ which is sweet, but zero help.”

Alexandra grinned. “Classic man answer. You need a wedding committee.”

And like the universe heard her—

“Wedding committee for what?”

We both looked up to see Carmen strolling in like a vision—perfect white linen pants, hair swept back effortlessly, smile knowing. Behind her, George followed, sunglasses on, drink in hand, already looking like he regretted walking into this conversation.

“I heard the words ‘ceremony’ and ‘not boring,’” Carmen said as she took a seat next to you. “So obviously, I had to insert myself.”

“God, please do,” I laughed. “You and Alexandra might be my only hope.”

Alexandra turned the screen toward Carmen, who gasped softly. “This dress board is stunning. And those florals… wait—are you thinking Italy or Monaco?”

“Leaning Italy,” I admitted. “Somewhere that still feels connected to home, but gives us room for… everything.”

“Everything meaning ‘half the grid and your entire family,’” George muttered, dropping into a chair and sipping his drink.

I grinned. “Exactly.”

Carmen elbowed him gently. “You’re not getting out of this, George. You’re going to be in a tux and clapping by the aisle like a proud uncle.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Uncle? At my age?”

“You give off ‘I help the ring bearer tie his shoes’ energy,” Alexandra teased.

I burst out laughing. “It’s true. You’re the responsible one.”

George looked mildly offended. “I’m fun. Ask anyone.”

“Sure,” Carmen said, patting his knee. “Fun with a checklist and backup champagne flutes.”

I looked around the circle of people—two women who had quickly become my inner circle in a world full of chaos, and one slightly flustered, extremely well-dressed F1 driver who was already checking flights to Tuscany on his phone.

“God, I love you all,” I said, genuinely.

Carmen leaned closer, nudging me with her shoulder. “We love you too. And we’re going to make sure this wedding is everything you’ve ever dreamed of.”

“And maybe just a little bit dramatic,” Alexandra added, sipping her iced espresso. “Because let’s be real—Charles is going to cry.”

George made a noise like he was trying not to laugh and failing.

“Oh, he’ll cry,” I said, smirking. “But only after Lando does first.”

“Wait—who’s walking you down the aisle?” Carmen asked suddenly.

My face softened, and I shrugged. “We haven’t decided yet. Might be Charles. Or maybe we walk together. You know—twins, born together, life-long chaos.”

“Ugh,” Alexandra said, fake-sniffling. “That’s going to wreck everyone.”

Carmen wiped under her eye with her pinky. “I’m crying already.”

George stood up dramatically. “Okay, I’m going back to tires and brake ducts where things make sense.”

“Bring us cake samples next time,” Alexandra called after him.

“I’m not your wedding butler!”

“Yes, you are!” all three of us replied in sync.

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I later received a text from Carmen talking about how George hadn’t stopped talking about wedding venues and had called at least 3 already.

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dr_jules_leclerc

italy 📍

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dr_jules_leclerc : trip to italy with the wedding committee—ft a dress I did not buy:)

& thank you to my whole wedding committee— I wouldn’t be able to do it without you❤️

extra special thanks to kika and both my lily’s who showed up to surprise me right before the dress fitting this morning (I cried so hard)

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alexandrasaintmleux : you looked so beautiful in each and every dress— I am so excited for this beautiful day 🤍

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dr_jules_leclerc : my beautiful maid of honor <3

username : OHENSNHX she made alex her MOH - her and charles and def endgame

username2 : omg george went

georgerussell63 : of course I did and I am like the lead planner

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georgerussell63 : I take my title very seriously

georgerussell63 : wedding planner extraordinaire first, f1 driver second

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lilyzneimer : you looked absolutely stunning, my love! so happy to be a part of this wedding💘

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dr_jules_leclerc : thank you sm for making the trip—it means so much to me ❤️❤️

lilyzneimer : thank oscar- he managed to find the flight last minute 😚

dr_jules_leclerc : oscarpiastri I love you. thank you for giving me your beautiful girlfriend

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oscarpiastri : Anything for the bride!

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charles_leclerc : i just came because i wanted to eat some pasta and i was jealous arthur was going

charles_leclerc : oh and to see where my money is going

dr_jules_leclerc : your money??

charles_leclerc : yes, my money. you are the bride..you will not pay for a thing, princesse.

dr_jules_leclerc : i alr paid for my dress

charles_leclerc : no you didn’t, i had alex give the attendant my card.

alexandrasaintmleux: 😁😁😁

dr_jules_leclerc : alex !!!! well thank you cha,, i love you so much

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leclerc_pascale : So much fun!❤️

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flonorris1 : you looked SO beautiful- mom and i love the dress ❤️

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dr_jules_leclerc : you guys making this trip absolutely means the world to me— i love you both

ciscanorris : We would not have missed it for the world. Love you!

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lilymhe : Such a beautiful bride! I am so happy for you and even happier to be part of such beautiful day.

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dr_jules_leclerc : I love you so much—thank you for making the trip 🥹🥹

lilymhe : Absolutely, anything for you😚

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lando : so excited to make you mine forever

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dr_jules_leclerc : i love you more than anything

carmenmmundt : Genuinely had so much fun on this trip. I am so excited for you and honored to be such a big part of your special day🤍

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dr_jules_leclerc : thank you so much for all your help— i love you carms

francisca.cgomes : wouldn’t have missed it for the world !! ily angel

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dr_jules_leclerc : my keeeeks 😍

scuderiaferrari : You look stunning, Jules!😍

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formula1 : So excited for an F1 wedding!

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arthur_leclerc : Can’t wait for this epic party and to watch Charles cry his eyes out

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charles_leclerc : I’m not going to cry, Arthur.

alexandrasaintmleux: yeah right

lando : anyone want to make bets on how long it’ll take him to cry??

maxverstappen1 : put me down for 30 seconds

pierregasly : he will be crying before the wedding even starts

charles_leclerc : guys this is rude

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Alexandra, Carmen and I were all sat at a local cafe in Milan—sipping away at cappuccinos and conversing about the special occasion. The boys were at the beach for the day and Maman and Cisca were off having a motherly speak. My dress fitting was in about two hours and I could not be more excited. I snapped out of my thoughts as a taxi stopped in front of the cafe. I noticed Alex and Carmen give each other a look. Out of the taxi came Kika and both Lily’s. I stood up in shock and they all gave me a huge smile.

“Surprise!” They shouted as Kika came over and pulled me into a hug.

“I can’t believe you guys.” I mumbled into her shoulder as I started to cry.

“We wouldn’t miss this for the world.” Lily Z said as she pulled me into a tight hug.

“I love you all so much. I am so happy you’re here.” I said and Lily squeezed my hand.

“Let’s go find you a dress, beautiful!” Carmen cheered.

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The boutique was tucked away in a quiet corner of Milan—private, sunlit, and impossibly elegant. The kind of place where time felt slower and fabric whispered secrets.

Our group made it into the boutique now including Maman and Cisca as well.

“Dr. Leclerc, so great to see you! Welcome ladies!” The attendant stated and reached out to shake my hand. I gave her a warm smile and extended my hand.

“Thank you, thank you.” I said and looked around in awe.

“Take a seat on the couch ladies and I will bring out the champagne.” She said with a smile. She quickly brought out a large cart with several champagne bottles and flutes. She popped open the first bottle and started handing out champagne.

“You ready to try the first one?” She asked with a warm smile. I nodded and followed her back. I slipped on the dress and she helped zip me up.

It was beautiful, sure. Layers of delicate tulle, floral embroidery, a sweeping train. When I stepped out, everyone gasped—Carmen actually clapped.

“Oh, wow,” Lily said. “That’s really—princess.”

I looked at myself in the mirror. It was sweet. Dreamy. But… maybe too sweet?

Alexandra tilted her head. “It’s beautiful, but not you yet.”

Kika nodded. “I agree. I want something that makes Lando forget how to speak.”

“Or breathe,” Carmen added.

I laughed, “Let’s try the next one.”

It was modern. Clean lines, low back, subtle shimmer. I stepped out and heard Cisca suck in a quiet breath.

“Mon dieu,” maman whispered, hand on her heart.

Alexandra’s mouth dropped open. “Oh. Oh, we’re getting somewhere.”

But I looked in the mirror and didn’t feel that spark. It was almost right. But not quite.

I turned to the stylist and said, “One more?”

I knew before you even saw myself.

The way the fabric hugged and flowed, the way the lace trailed along my arms like ivy, the tiny pearl buttons down the back. A soft champagne hue that made my skin glow, and a structured bodice that made me feel—powerful.

When I stepped out of the fitting room, the whole room went silent.

Even Alexandra lowered her phone slowly.

Maman’s hand flew to her lips. “Oh…”

Cisca teared up immediately. “That’s it. That’s you.”

Carmen had her head tilted, her mascara already smudging. “He’s going to be a puddle.”

Kika reached out and gently took my hand. “This is the one. You can’t even pretend it’s not.”

Lily was already snapping photos, but her hands were a little shaky.

I turned to the mirror, and finally… finally, I saw it too.

Not just the dress.

The day.

The moment. The aisle. The vows. Lando.

I stepped down off the platform slowly, and when I turned back to them, my voice wavered.

“I think I just found my forever dress.”

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The villa was quiet now.

Everyone had left to go explore after the wedding dress try-on. The laughter, the teasing, the champagne—all had settled into the soft hum of evening. The golden haze of the sunset spilled into the living room, casting warm light across the walls.

I found Charles and Arthur on the balcony, where they always seemed to end up—two silhouettes leaning against the railing, shoulders almost touching, quietly watching the sea.

I stepped outside, a sweater wrapped around my shoulders, something small and delicate clenched in my hand.

Charles noticed me first. “Hey,” he said gently, like he already knew something was on my mind.

“Hey,” I replied, voice quiet. “Can I sit?”

Arthur gestured to the seat between them. “You don’t have to ask.”

I sat, pulling my knees up just slightly, looking out at the horizon with them. For a moment, none of us spoke.

Just the three of you. Together.

Just like it had always been.

Until it wasn’t.

“I was thinking about Papa today,” I said softly. “When I put on that last dress, I just… I pictured him. Standing at the end of the aisle. Looking proud. Crying before I even reached him.”

Arthur’s breath hitched quietly beside me.

Charles didn’t say anything at first—but I could feel the shift in his presence, the ache he tried so hard to keep tucked beneath the surface.

“I miss him,” I whispered. “Especially now.”

Charles reached over, took my hand gently. “So do we.”

I swallowed around the lump in my throat, glancing down at the small object in my other hand—a silver cufflink of your father’s. I had found it last week in a drawer I hadn��t opened in years. His initials were still engraved on the surface, slightly worn.

I set it between the three of us.

“I know he can’t be there,” I said. “But I still want to feel like a part of him is walking with me.”

Arthur reached forward slowly, thumb brushing the cufflink. His voice was thick. “You don’t even have to ask, Jules.”

I looked up at him.

“I want you both to walk me down the aisle,” I said, the words finally leaving my chest, full of meaning. “You’re the men who’ve always been there for me. Always protected me. Made me laugh when I couldn’t breathe. Helped me be strong when all I wanted was to break.”

Charles’s eyes were glassy now, but he didn’t look away. “We would be honored.”

Arthur cleared his throat roughly. “You sure? We’ll probably cry like babies.”

I smiled through the tears that were now freely falling down my cheeks. “I’m counting on it.”

Charles leaned over, wrapping one arm around me, the other reaching to tug Arthur into the hug too. “Papa would be so proud of you,” he said, voice barely more than a whisper.

“And of you both,” I added, holding them tighter. “He raised the best men I know.”

We stayed like that—arms looped around each other, letting the silence hold the memories, the grief, the love, and the promise of what was to come.

And when the sun finally dipped below the water, it didn’t feel quite so heavy.

Because I was not walking into forever alone.

I was walking with my brothers.

With him.

With all the love in the world at my side.

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something blue

The sun had long dipped beneath the Monaco horizon, but I am out on the terrace, wrapped in a blanket.

Charles came outside a little later—quieter now, less joking, more thoughtful. His hair was windswept from the breeze, and in his hand, he carried a small, square velvet box.

He didn’t say anything at first. Just sat beside me and placed it gently in my lap.

I blinked lightly, “What is this Cha?”

He didn’t look at me right away, just watched the waves below. “I’ve had it for a few weeks. Was waiting for the right moment.”

I slowly opened the box.

Inside was a necklace—thin, delicate rose gold, with a single pendant: a deep blue diamond, oceanic and vivid, nestled in a subtle halo of tiny white stones. My breath caught in my throat.

“Charles…”

“It’s your something blue,” he said, softly. “And a little piece of Papa, too.”

I looked at him, eyes already burning.

“It’s Corsican,” he continued. “Found a small jeweler near where he used to take us every summer. I told her what it was for. She helped me design it.”

The tears welled without warning, spilling over as my fingers brushed the smooth edge of the stone.

“I just thought…” Charles swallowed hard. “If he can’t be there to walk you down the aisle, he should at least be with you. Close to your heart.”

I threw my arms around him before he could finish the sentence.

“I don’t deserve you,” I whispered, voice cracking.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” he murmured, holding me tightly. “I’m the lucky one. I get to be your twin. Your best man by default.”

We both laughed through the tears, leaning into each other like we always had—two halves of one whole, shaped by grief, love, and the promise of a new beginning.

As he helped me clasp the necklace around my neck, the blue diamond settled just above my heart.

And somehow, it felt like our father was right there.

Watching.

Smiling.

Proud.

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something new

I hadn’t expected to run into Arthur this afternoon. I was just popping by my childhood home in Monaco—checking in on maman, sipping coffee in the warm spring sun—when the front door creaked open and my youngest brother stepped inside.

“Hey,” he smiled, setting down a paper bag from the bakery. “Didn’t know you’d be here.”

I grinned and opened my arms without hesitation. “Lucky for you then.”

He hugged me quickly, but tight, like he always had. His own quiet way of saying I missed you without using the words.

Over coffee at the kitchen counter, I caught him up on the latest wedding details—Lando’s bizarre obsession with cake flavors, Charles’ stubborn opinions on music for the reception, my near meltdown over the seating chart.

Arthur laughed, leaning back in his chair. “Sounds like it’s going to be a beautiful disaster.”

“Pretty much,” I smirked.

Then he hesitated.

“I, um—actually brought something for you,” he said, standing and reaching into his bag again. “It’s early. Way early. But I’ve been working on it for a while. Wanted you to have it before all the chaos starts.”

I tilted my head as he placed a slim box in front of me, wrapped in soft white paper with a navy blue ribbon.

Slowly, I unwrapped it.

Inside was a silver bracelet—delicate but clearly handmade, etched with the tiniest constellation along the band. And in the center, a single charm: a tiny star, inlaid with a pearl.

My chest tightened immediately.

“The constellation,” I whispered. “It’s…”

“It’s the one over Monaco the night you were born,” Arthur said quietly. “I had it engraved. It’s your something new. I know it’s not super fancy, but…”

“Arthur,” I breathed, reaching over to grab his hand. “It’s perfect.”

He flushed slightly, giving my fingers a squeeze. “I just… I know I’m the one walking you down the aisle. But I wanted you to have something from me..just me. Something that’s just… ours.”

I didn’t even try to fight the tears this time. I stood and pulled him into a full hug, burying my face in his shoulder.

“I love you so much,” I whispered.

“I know,” he mumbled, hugging me tighter. “I love you more.”

I slipped the bracelet on right then and there, the star charm resting just above my wrist.

It reminded me of the brother who saw me clearly, always had.

And on my wedding day, it would be my something new.

From someone who had always been part of my heart.

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something borrowed

It was just the two of us in the quiet of her bedroom—the soft hum of old music playing from the radio in the background, the faint scent of lavender clinging to the air like it always had.

I was only available for the weekend, a short visit tucked between hospital shifts and wedding preparations. But Maman had insisted: “There’s something I want to give you, ma chérie. Something important.”

Now, I sat across from her on the edge of the bed as she opened an old wooden jewelry box. The hinges creaked softly, like they were remembering too.

“I was going to wait until closer to the wedding,” she said, fingers gently lifting something from the velvet lining. “But I’ve been holding onto this for so long, I think it’s time.”

She turned, and in her hands was a lace handkerchief, delicately folded, with the tiniest embroidery in the corner—faded blue thread stitched into a small heart and some initials.

“This was mine,” she said softly. “I carried it the day I married your father. It belonged to my own mother before me.”

She placed it gently in my hands. The fabric was worn but soft, the lace fragile but intact—timeless.

“I cried into this when I said my vows,” she added with a small smile. “And when you and Charles were born. His first F1 race. And the day you first wore your white coat.”

I blinked quickly, my chest tightening as I clutched it carefully.

“It’s beautiful,” I whispered. “Are you sure?”

“I want you to borrow it,” she said, placing a hand over yours. “For your day. Tuck it into your bouquet or wrap it around your wrist—just keep it close. It holds more than just tears, Jules. It holds love. Generations of it.”

I leaned forward instinctively, pressing my forehead to hers, just like you used to when you were small.

“Thank you, Maman.”

I smiled through misty eyes, cupping my cheek. “You carry all of us with you, ma belle fille. Always.”

And as I tucked the handkerchief back into its box with careful fingers, I already knew—it would be with me when I walked down the aisle. A piece of her heart, of her story, gently folded into my own.

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something old

It was a quiet Sunday afternoon at the Norris family home. I was curled up in the sunroom with a cup of tea, sunlight streaming across the floor, and laughter from Flo and Lando echoing faintly from down the hall.

Cisca entered the room like she always did—soft-footed, composed, with that light in her eyes she often reserved just for me. I looked up, smiling.

“You okay?” I asked, shifting slightly to give her space on the couch.

She nodded. “More than okay. Just… a little sentimental today.”

She sat down beside me, her hands gently clutching a small cream-colored box wrapped in a pale ribbon. She offered it to you with a soft smile.

“I’ve been holding onto this for a while,” she said, her voice quiet, almost shy. “And I think now is the right time.”

I looked at her curiously before unwrapping it.

Inside, nestled in tissue paper, was a vintage silver locket—slightly weathered by time, with intricate floral etching across its surface. I opened it carefully, and inside were two tiny photographs: one of a young Lando, barely four, with his bright smile already unmistakable… and on the other side, a picture of Cisca as a young woman, her eyes looking almost exactly like Lando’s.

“This was my grandmother’s,” she said gently. “She passed it down to me when I had Lando. It’s been through every important moment in my life—tucked into my pocket when I left the hospital with him for the first time, worn at his karting races, even held in my palm the day he left for his first Grand Prix.”

I looked up at her, eyes stinging.

“It’s beautiful.”

She gave me a smile that wavered with emotion. “I want you to have it, for your wedding day. As your something old. It’s a small piece of our family, of the love that’s shaped Lando into who he is. And now… it’s part of yours, too.”

I reached over without thinking, wrapping her in a warm, tearful hug—the kind that went both ways. The kind that meant thank you for loving me like this.

“I promise I’ll take care of it,” I whispered. “And him.”

“I know you will,” she murmured, her voice soft against my shoulder. “That’s why I’m giving it to you.”

And as I sat there, fingers brushing over the locket’s surface, it felt like a promise stitched in silver—one that tied the past to my future, with love resting gently in between.

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dr_jules_leclerc : bach weekend with my angels

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alexandrasaintmleux : so so much fun celebrating the most beautiful bride on the planet

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dr_jules_leclerc : so blessed to have a beautiful maid of honor who planned it all

charlotte2304 : Cannot believe my beautiful sister is a bride!!🤍

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lilyzneimer : love you j<3

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georgerussell63 : still petty I didn’t get an invite

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arthur_leclerc : same

charles_leclerc : same

lando : same

georgerussell63 : I HAVE BEEN DOING SO MUCH PLANNING - YOU ALL HAVE DONE NOTHING — I DESERVED IT

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lando : hey buddy i gave her the ring in the first place

charles_leclerc : I’m literally her twin bffr

dr_jules_leclerc : you guys literally had a party..why so jealous?

arthur_leclerc : it was not as much fun as you guys had and Lando was just whining because he missed you the entire time

dr_jules_leclerc : aw lan

lando : come home now pls

dr_jules_leclerc : getting on the plane now bub

lilymhe : sad ur not marrying me but so so happy to be your bridesmaid 💘

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carmenmmundt : omg we are so close to the big day!! i love you bunches

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flonorris1 : genuinely so much fun- so excited to have you as a sister (officially)!

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francisca.cgomes : i love you to the moon and back— prettiest bride ever

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part five — complete 💐💐

thank you to @1800-love-me for the great idea of something borrowed—blue etc

let me know of any requests and any ideas of another series as this one will probably be coming to an end soon

thank you for all the support loves!

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vaquerolvr · 6 months ago

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so… if we have your sexuality hcs what about their types?

(and maybe how would they approach their future s/o? maybe with a letter or just straight up “i like you”)

hope you’re doing good and staying hydrated

-🍂

i tried to focus on personality rather than physical appearance so idk if it’s exactly what you wanted. sorry if it sucks, i am trapped in a car again. Free Me.

price

his type

dilf/milf enjoyer

he wants someone who’s caring but also independent

who can handle themselves when he runs off on missions for weeks at a time

how he’d ask you out

is weirdly blunt about it

sounds like he’s negotiating a business deal

(the overly formal language is to hide that he’s nervous)

gaz

his type

people who don’t take things too seriously

carefree but not childish yknow?

how he’d ask you out

smooth af

has you laughing and blushing so much that you don’t even realize you’ve agreed to anything

until you’re alone later and you’re like “wait did he mean a friend date or a Date-“

ghost

his type

not picky about appearances, focuses more on personality

someone who has their shit together because he definitely doesn’t

how he’d ask you out

doesn’t

bottles his feelings up until he dies

being serious, it would take literal years because even if you were giving him the clearest signs that you like him, he’d still gaslight himself into thinking you’re not attracted to him

it would probably take one of the guys pushing him into it and he’d be fully expecting you to reject him

soap

his type

women who look like they can kill him

most important thing for him is hygiene/self-care

not necessarily a bodybuilder,, just like someone who takes care of themselves

idk how to explain this

how he’d ask you out

just blurts it out randomly

you don’t take him seriously at first

so he gets friend-zoned like ten times before you realize he’s serious and go out with him

alejandro

his type

i hate to say it but he’s definitely one of those guys who likes to be coddled

so someone who’s caring and affectionate (and clingy, like him)

how he’d ask you out

surprisingly sweet about it

he falls hard and fast and he doesn’t want you to underestimate how much he cares about this/you

he’s a fan of big gestures

so he brings mariachi and one of those big ass bouquets to your house

rudy

his type

just,,, someone who’s not dumb

he deals with alejandro’s antics enough

he just wants someone with common sense

how he’d ask you out

i think he’s a bit old fashioned

so he spends weeks ‘courting’ you before actually making a move

similar to alejandro but he does it somewhere private so there’s no pressure (or nosy neighbors recording)

graves

his type

emotionally vulnerable people who rely on him

WHAT WHO SAID THAT

tbh i don’t think he has a ‘type’

he just likes what he likes

but if he had to pick, he prefers partners with experience

how he’d ask you out

again: doesn’t

you just wake up one day and realize you’ve been dating him for the past two years

makarov

his type

confidence

doesn’t care what you look like, having a confident demeanor is enough to catch his eye

how he’d ask you out

kidnapping someone counts as asking them out, right?

keegan

his type

alternative fashion (specifically goths)

personality wise, someone who’s not afraid to call him on his shit/speak up in general

how he’d ask you out

nothing fancy, just casually asks one day

is really nonchalant about it but nearly throws up from excitement when you say yes

nikolai

his type

he needs someone who matches his freak

and by that i mean, someone who won’t even blink if he comes home with 5 stray cats one day

so just someone who’s generally chill and laidback

how he’d ask you out

hear me out-

you spend months agonizing over whether you’re just friends or if he likes you

and when you finally ask him, he’s just “wdym do i like you? haven’t we been dating for the past four months??”

#cod x reader #call of duty x reader #mw2 x reader #cod headcanons #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #soap x reader #john mactavish x reader #gaz x reader #kyle garrick x reader #john price x reader #alejandro vargas x reader #rodolfo parra x reader #rudy parra x reader #phillip graves x reader #vladimir makarov x reader #keegan p russ x reader #nikolai x reader

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pampelushka · 28 days ago

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Jake Seresin's mom group

You can't convince me Jake would not enjoy the mom group dynamics. He would bask in the attention the moms would inevitably give him.

This is crack treated only semi-seriously. Tbh, I giggled my way through this thing.

***

Jake's heart is overflowing with love as he watches his little girl bounce around the park. Her big brown eyes wide with joy, her smile too bright for this dull world. She’s the most beautiful human being under the sun, parental bias be damned.

Resting in his palm, like a treasure, is a glittery pink bow, long forgotten by its little owner, traded instead for a little too big, well-loved San Diego Padres baseball cap adorning her long chestnut curls like a crown for the princess she is.

“She’s the sweetest,” Veronica leans in, bumping into his shoulder. Her eyes follow his line of sight and she smiles, a pleased private thing, only for Jake to see. They stand like this, shoulder to shoulder, watching the scene unfold in front of them.

The kids play some sort of game only they know the rules of. They're in the middle of an excited outburst when Veronica's little boy, overwhelmed by the noise, new surroundings and too many friends all at once, starts to spin on the spot, screaming his lungs out.

And Jake’s little girl, bless her, joins him in immediately, matching his energy. She spins with her arms outstretched, dress twirling. Leaning her head back, she loses the cap, but she doesn’t care. Jake watches enamored, noticing that with her head thrown back like that, her hair almost reaches under her knees. It’s a miracle, she hasn’t yet pulled half of it out by stepping on it.

The rest of the kids run to join them too, making it look like a flash mob, rather than a successfully dissolved tantrum. They soon switch to a weird version of tag, chasing each other while still spinning.

That’s when Jake turns back to Veronica, not really keen on seeing the next skinned knee the game will inevitably bring upon them.

“She’s always ready to include him, no matter what,” Veronica says gratefully. “Got a heart of gold, your little one,” she adds, squeezing his shoulder. Her words make Jake’s heart expand in his chest.

Sometimes, the feeling gets so big. It’s like he’s ready to explode any moment, letting it consume him in a way only love can do. But then he holds it in for a while, cradles it in his aching arms. And lets it loose to the world. Everytime, his heart stays a little bigger than it was before, aching with the intensity in the best possible way.

“Well,” he aims for a joke, because there’s no way he can let her see what’s happening inside of him right now, “She’s got it from her dad,” he says with a smirk.

Veronica laughs at that. “Sure, ‘cause you’re such a sweetheart yourself.”

Jake winks at her, enjoying his own secret joke, while maintaining his persona. He was not talking about himself, but she doesn’t know that. Him. Not yet.

“Yeah, well, I made the raspberry pop tarts she loves so much,” Veronica says, waving her hand at the table their little group is currently occupying.

Jake nods his thanks while he turns around to take in the rest of the women currently setting up what looks like an entire aisle of snacks of the nearest supermarket spread onto the wooden picnic table.

They might not look like it, but they're his people. Together, they form one very average mom group - perfectly curated, very typical, a bit bonkers. Just the way he likes it. They’re like pokemons and he has them all.

There’s Alice, the I-can-and-I-am-doing-it-all single mother, who hit on him HARD the first time they met but backtracked immediately when he flashed her the ring on his left hand, becoming his bestie instead. They’re THE team when it comes to field trips and class meetings. Always ready to jump in and help each other when life and school pick ups get complicated.

Then there’s Tess, the overzealous extroverted stay at home mom, who will plan everyone’s week just so she doesn’t have to stay with her kids at home alone. Play dates and coffee dates organized for the rest of the school year, art supplies always ready.

Veronica, always complaining about anything and everything, but secretly the most tender and loving person, who makes the best and most beautiful cakes. She’ll also drive around half of the town just to come back for you when your car won’t start.

Also Emily, the chaotic mom, always running late, kids in mismatched outfits picked by themselves, her cheeks covered in sparkles from the last time her little boy wanted to try his hand at make up, fake Anna and Elsa tattoos covering her forearms.

And then there’s Jake, the designated dad of the group. Always cracking jokes, always low-key flirting with all of them at once, basking in the attention naturally given when a group of mothers adopts a fellow parent who also happens to be a man.

They've been his village for the last five and a half months, since his little girl started school and Bradley left for his latest deployment.

They follow all the unwritten rules of any mom groups out there:

Do not ask too many questions. Any information must be given freely.

Talk about the kids. Safe territory.

Complain about your partner once in a while. The group’s foundation stone is solidarity.

Engage in the WhatsApp group chat, for fuck’s sake. We need to hear your opinion.

Be there for each other. Everyone needs an adult conversation once in a while.

“Oi, darling, careful,” they hear from afar, and that’s Emily. Arms full of backpacks and hats and snacks, finally arriving, only forty minutes late this time. She’s stumbling behind her three kids that are already running wild joining their other friends on the playground.

Jake runs up to her, taking all the backpacks from her arms.

“Hi Em, are you moving or something?” he asks jokingly, looking down at the amount of stuff she’s bringing.

She just laughs. At herself mostly. She may always bring chaos with her, but she’s never in a bad mood. “The camo one is yours, actually,” she says, nodding with her chin to an old worn-out camo backpack that’s got a pink stuffed arm of Jake-doesn’t-know-what peeking out of it.

“Mine?” He asks, eyebrows raising.

“Yeah, Bee said it was her dad’s?” she says, frowning. “She gave it to Timmy last time he was at yours. Apparently, he had collected too many rocks and needed something to put them in, so he could bring them home,” she clarifies while unloading another snack aisle on the already overflowing table.

At the same time, Jake spots the rooster keychain dangling from the zipper and understands. “Oh, right. Her dad’s,” he mumbles with a little smile.

The thing is, they haven’t met Bradley yet.

The thing is, they haven’t heard of him yet either. At least as far as he knows.

Though their little girl is always talking about her dad, they have no idea there’s two of them.

He fights the urge to giggle. It’s a little stunt they pull anytime they get the chance. And they move a lot, so there are always new opportunities waiting.

It doesn’t work out everytime, but when it does, it’s glorious.

“Jake, did you manage to get that gluten-free cake thingy for Hallie?” Tess asks, pulling him out of his thoughts.

“Of course,” he drawls, “but I’m never going back to that shop ever again. As much as I love Hallie,” he adds quickly.

Tess frowns but Alice snorts, almost drowning in her Iced Blond Vanilla Latte. “You should have seen him,” she’s laughing now, coffee splashing around as she shakes with it. “He almost fell out the door, basically running to my car,” she heaves with laughter, taking the piss out of Jake, because she knows she can. “He jumped in, go, Alice, go!” She mimics Jake’s drawl, which earns her the group’s full attention and one very intense green-eyed stare.

“And I’m like… all confused, what the fuck’s going on, is there a zombie going after you?” she’s acting out the whole scene now. “But before I can even start the car, there’s a lady bursting out of the shop, Sir, sir!” And Alice apparently missed her calling because she should have been an actress. Jake can already feel the embarrassed heat reaching his cheeks. “And she’s waving the paper bag with the cake up in the air like it’s a handkerchief and she’s flagging down fucking Titanic.”

She has too much fun with the story. That’s when Jake needs to intervene and try to save some of his own dignity. If that’s even still possible, that is. “Alice,” he cries out, “you saw her! She was insane. She literally wrote her number on the,” he lowers his voice, because there are kids running around and he’s a good parent, for fuck’s sake. “Fucking paper bag.” He says, eyes wide, emphasizing the words quietly. He rummages the table to find said gluten-free cake thingy, and from underneath pulls out a paper bag, which has, indeed, a phone number written on it in big black, desperately looking numbers.

“And,” he continues pointedly and fishes out the receipt from the bag, “on the fucking receipt, too,” he says, pulling out the thin strap of paper, showing the unmistakable digits to everyone. He holds it high above his head, pinning Alice with his glare. She’s still laughing, nonetheless. “She would have written it on the fucking cake, if she could,” he mumbles, scrunching the receipt and paper bag in one ball and throwing it into the trash can resolutely.

They’re all laughing now, mostly at his and Alice’s dramatics, rather than Jake’s despair, but he’ll have none of that. “I’m a married man, for fuck’s sake,” he mutters under his breath, arms crossed over his chest, lips pouting, willing the blush from his cheeks away.

“Speaking of which,” Alice sidles up to him, “When’s your significant other coming?” she asks, eyebrows raised, all business like.

And suddenly, there are four very intense pairs of eyes on him. They circle him like prey. “You promised.”

Yeah, he did.

Jake thinks back to the day he made that promise and his heart thumps a little faster in his chest. It was the day Bradley finally came back home. After long, long six months of deployment in stupid, far away, across-fucking-too-many-time-zones Japan, he came back. And Jake was so happy, holding their girl and his husband in his arms, after so long. The three of them finally together again.

He made that promise on a whim, out of pure happiness.

“Should be here any minute,” he says, smirking, confidence back where it belongs.

“Oh, I can’t wait to finally meet her.” - “Is she even real?” - “She must be a real one, putting up with you.” - “Little Bee must be her mini-me, right? ‘Cause she sure didn’t get those curls from you, blondie.” - …

He doesn’t correct them.

His eyes go back to his little girl. She’s sitting in the grass, laughing at something Timmy just said. The sun is painting her hair in gold, her skin too. She’s picking daisies the way all the kids do - the cap in her lap full of flower heads with no stems. Jake forgets how to breathe for a while.

Until…

“God almighty!”

“Holly fucking shit!”

And of course, that gets Jake’s attention. “Come on, there are kids arou…” His scolding fades away as he catches the sight of his friends. They are staring, jaws half way on the ground, hands on chest.

He follows their line of sight and oh…

He forgot. He totally forgot.

Bradley had an official meeting today. Which means he’s now striding towards them, all easy confidence, crossing the park like the whole world belongs to him, in his uniform.

And Jake stares too.

Because he’s allowed to. Because he couldn’t for so long. Because it’s Bradley.

It’s that simple.

He’s … Gorgeous. He’s always been the most handsome man Jake has ever laid his eyes upon. And he still is, after all those years. Even with silver strands in his chestnut curls, even with his midsection getting fuller over the years. All of these things only add a layer of beauty to the man he once was. A layer of life. A shared one. A layer of love.

The uniform leaves nothing to imagination, hugging him at all the right places, accentuating the broadness of his shoulders, his impossibly long legs, the swell of his strong arms. The sun finishes the picture by painting him in every shade of gold, from his curls, to his skin, to the deep brown of his eyes. The uniform cap is tucked under his arm. The wings, pinned on his chest proudly, glitter with light.

Eyes and heads turn in his direction. Women stop in their conversations, ducking their heads, trying not to stare too obviously. And failing. Kids stop in their tracks, eyeing him suspiciously - in the intense way only kids are able to.

But Bradley’s eyes are on his own target. He strides with intent, crossing the grass like it’s tarmac and he’s ready to embark on a mission. Only the mission is Jake.

He doesn’t slow down until he’s right in front of their group. All eyes on him. He stops then and smiles, eyeing Jake’s friends with amused grin - Jake’s forever favourite expression of his.

Jake’s always so excited about the big reveal. He can’t wait to see his friends finally connecting the dots. Laugh at their surprised faces. But he always misses it, too busy staring at his perfect husband.

Alice is the first one to come to her senses. She clears her throat, breaking the moment of silence.

"You looking for something, Sir?" she squeaks, cheeks pink, all her usual game gone with the wind.

Bradley smiles a bit more, steadfast and confident. “No,” he answers simply. And there’s a whole life hiding behind that one short word. “I’ve got everything I need,” he adds, locking his eyes with Jake.

And Jake knows what flying feels like, he knows what being the best of the bests feels like, what being completely utterly totally free feels like. But nothing ever compares to this.

He can’t hold his act any longer, he needs his husband’s arms around his waist, his lips against his lips, the affection currently consuming his whole body and soul out of his system before he explodes with it.

He takes a deep breath. How is it possible that after all those years, he still gets butterflies in his stomach just by looking at the man? He smiles at that thought and makes a move to finally step closer and erase the distance between their bodies, but someone beats him to it. And Jake can’t even be mad about it.

“Daddy!” a happy squeak breaks the silence and Bradley has just about the right amount of time to turn around so he can catch his little girl jumping into his arms. She hugs him with all of her body, koala-style, burying her face into his shoulder, uniform be damned.

“Hi, sweetheart,” Bradley says with the soft voice he only keeps for his little girl. He hugs her back tightly, but she’s a kid at a park and has no time to waste, so it only takes a second before she wiggles her way out of his embrace, running back to her friends again.

She makes room for Jake to finally step in. He leans in, planting a soft kiss to his cheek.

“Hello, darling,” Bradley purrs, pulling him closer by the belt loops on his pants.

“Hi, husband,” Jake says, grinning into another kiss, chasing Bradley’s lips.

Loud gasps slice through the air behind his back.

#hangster #hangster ficlet #sereshaw #jake hangman seresin #bradley rooster bradshaw #tgm #top gun maverick #they're parents #Jake's a stay at home dad and it's everything #i don't know what i'm doing #but i'm the chaotic mom in this scenario #lol #crack

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2b4st4r · 2 months ago

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Subtle Flirt

Straw-Hats x flirtatious reader

Words: 4382k

Warnings: slightly suggestive, flirting, misspells.

Summery: straw hats have a new crew member, how will they react to their natural flirtatious personality?

(Ps, please send in requests, I have no idea what to write tbh.)

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The salt-laced wind whipped through your hair as the Thousand Sunny sliced through the Grand Line's unpredictable waters. Just weeks ago, you were a lone wolf, navigating the treacherous seas with your own unique brand of charm and a devil-may-care attitude. Now, you found yourself a part of the Straw Hat Pirates, a chaotic yet undeniably magnetic crew. They were still figuring you out, their reactions a delightful mix of amusement, mild exasperation, and the occasional blush you subtly orchestrated. It wasn't the over-the-top, heart-eyed theatrics of their cook, Sanji. Oh no, your brand of flirtation was a gentle current, an easy smile lingering a moment too long, a casually placed hand on an arm during a shared laugh, a compliment delivered with an unnerving sincerity that left its target wondering if they’d imagined the underlying warmth. Nobody was immune to your effortless magnetism, and you were thoroughly enjoying the subtle dance of getting to know your new, intriguing crewmates.

The morning sun dripped gold onto the deck as Luffy stretched languidly, a wide yawn escaping his lips. He’d just polished off a mountain of breakfast, a few stray crumbs still clinging to his lower lip. You leaned against the railing nearby, a soft smile playing on your lips as you watched him.

"Morning, Luffy," you said, your voice carrying easily across the deck. "You're looking particularly… energetic today." You let the word hang in the air, your gaze lingering on his perpetually cheerful face.

Luffy’s head snapped towards you, a grin splitting his features even wider. "Shishishi! Of course I am! We're on an adventure, aren't we? Gotta be ready for anything!" He bounced on the balls of his feet, his eyes sparkling with unrestrained excitement. He puffed out his chest slightly, a gesture that was more endearing than boastful. "I'm gonna be the King of the Pirates, after all!"

You chuckled softly, pushing off the railing and taking a few casual steps closer. "With that kind of spirit, I have no doubt you will be." You paused, tilting your head just so. "You know, Luffy, there's a certain… magnetism about someone so utterly focused on their dream."

Luffy blinked, his head tilting in that familiar, puppy-like way. He seemed to consider your words with genuine curiosity. "Magnetism? Like… attracting stuff?" He glanced down at his hands, wiggling his fingers as if expecting metal objects to suddenly cling to them. Then, his gaze snapped back to you, his expression brightening. "Oh! Like how Usopp's magnets work!"

He turned his head towards the mast, where Usopp was meticulously polishing his slingshot. "Hey, Usopp! They said I have magnetism!"

Usopp, startled, nearly dropped his tools. "Magnetism? What are you talking about, Luffy?"

Luffy, completely missing the subtle undercurrent of your earlier comment, was now enthusiastically explaining the concept of magnets to a bewildered Usopp, using himself as the prime example. You watched the exchange, a wry smile gracing your lips. Well, you had certainly gotten his attention. Just perhaps not in the way you had intended. It seemed this particular captain was going to be a delightful challenge.

Later that day, you found Zoro leaning against the railing of the Sunny's figurehead, his swords sheathed but his posture radiating a coiled intensity. The setting sun cast long shadows across his scarred face, highlighting the formidable aura that always seemed to surround him. You strolled over, your footsteps light on the deck.

"Hey, Zoro," you began, your voice a smooth murmur against the sound of the waves. "You always look so… focused. It's rather captivating." You leaned against the railing beside him, your gaze drifting towards the horizon, mirroring his.

Zoro’s eyes, which had been narrowed in contemplation of the distant sea, flickered towards you, assessing. A slight frown creased his brow, and his gaze remained guarded. He didn’t turn his head fully, keeping his attention mostly on the open water. A low grunt was his only immediate response.

You pressed on, unfazed by his taciturn nature. "You know, for a guy who's always getting lost," you said, a hint of amusement in your tone, "you've definitely found your way into my thoughts." You glanced at him, catching his eye briefly before returning your gaze to the sea.

This time, his frown deepened. He shifted his weight, his hand instinctively twitching near the hilt of Wado Ichimonji(his sword) His one visible eye narrowed further, suspicion lacing his gaze. "Tch. What's your angle?" he finally growled, his voice low and rough, like the scraping of steel. He didn't look at you directly, but you could feel his unwavering scrutiny.

You simply smiled serenely, your expression open and guileless. "No angle, swordsman. Just an observation." You let a comfortable silence settle between you, the only sound the rhythmic crashing of waves against the hull.

Zoro remained tense, his suspicion palpable. He didn't say anything further, his gaze returning to the horizon, as if trying to bore a hole through it. The air around him seemed to thicken with his unspoken warning. It was clear that pleasantries were not his forte, and anything that hinted at frivolousness was met with immediate distrust. You could sense his desire for the conversation to end, his focus already drifting back to his training and his unwavering loyalty to his captain. This one, you mused, was going to require a different approach entirely. A fascinating challenge, nonetheless. Although as you left, a small almost unnoticeable smirk formed on his lips— followed by a grunt, ofcourse.

The tantalizing aroma of spices and sizzling meat hung heavy in the Sunny's galley. Sanji, a whirlwind of focused energy and cigarette smoke, danced around the stoves, his brow furrowed in concentration as he orchestrated his culinary magic. You leaned against the doorway, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of your lips as you observed him.

"Sanji," you began, your voice a soft melody cutting through the clatter of pots and pans. "You always look so suave, even when you're battling a rogue onion. It's quite the talent."

His movements faltered for a fraction of a second. His head snapped up, one eye widening instantly, a characteristic heart-shaped swirl materializing in the other. He straightened up, abandoning the simmering pot, and struck a dramatic pose, one hand pressed theatrically to his chest. "Ah, a vision of loveliness graces my humble kitchen! And with such perceptive eyes!" he exclaimed, his voice dripping with exaggerated emotion. "Your compliment, my dear, is like the rarest of wines, intoxicating my very soul!"

You pushed off the doorframe, stepping further into the galley, your gaze sweeping over the array of ingredients. "You know, Sanji," you continued, your tone a shade more direct, "you're even hotter than your cooking, and that's saying something."

At your words, Sanji’s entire demeanor shifted into something bordering on ecstatic disbelief. He actually wobbled slightly, a hand flying to his forehead as if overcome by a sudden wave of emotion. He executed a graceful, albeit slightly shaky, spin, his gaze fixed on you with an almost reverent intensity. "My dearest! Your words… they are too kind! To be seen in such a radiant light by someone as breathtaking as you… it fills this humble cook's heart with an unparalleled joy!"

He then launched into a flurry of motion, his earlier focus on the meal now completely redirected towards you. He darted around the galley, grabbing the most exquisite-looking ingredients – a perfectly ripe tomato, a sprig of vibrant rosemary, a cut of glistening fish. "Allow me, my beautiful guest, to prepare for you a dish worthy of your celestial presence!" he declared, his voice ringing with passionate fervor. "A testament to your beauty, a symphony of flavors inspired by your very being!"

The air in the galley crackled with his over-the-top enthusiasm. You watched, a genuine smile now gracing your lips, as he launched into a culinary performance dedicated solely to you. This, you thought, was going to be interesting. And likely delicious. When you turned to leave, your presence leaving the kitchen— Sanji's hand went to his nose. Trying to stop the crimson liquid threatening to spill from his nose.

Later, you found Nami meticulously poring over a stack of maps in the ship's library, the lamplight casting a warm glow on her focused expression. Her brow was furrowed in concentration, a stray strand of her vibrant orange hair falling across her cheek. You leaned against the doorframe, watching her for a moment before speaking.

"Nami," you began softly, your voice a gentle interruption to the quiet rustle of parchment. "You always handle these charts with such sharp wit and grace. It's really impressive."

Her head snapped up, her sharp blue eyes instantly locking onto yours. A skeptical eyebrow arched, and her gaze narrowed slightly as she took in your relaxed posture. She placed the map she was holding down on the table, her attention now fully on you. "Oh really?" she said, her tone cool and assessing. "What exactly are you hoping to get out of that compliment?"

You pushed off the doorframe and strolled further into the library, your movements casual. "Hoping to get? Nothing in particular. Just an observation. You have a remarkable talent for navigation, it's… captivating." You offered a genuine smile, your eyes meeting hers directly.

Nami’s gaze remained unwavering, her expression still guarded. She gave you a slow once-over, as if trying to decipher a hidden code in your words. "Captivating, huh?" she repeated, a hint of amusement flickering in her eyes, though her skepticism didn't entirely dissipate. "Well, this 'captivating' navigator has bills to pay. Flattery won't exactly fill the ship's coffers."

You chuckled lightly. "Perhaps not directly. But a good word from a new crewmate might just… smooth the waters in other ways." You paused, leaning against a bookshelf, your gaze playful. "You know, Nami, you navigate these seas better than anyone. Maybe you could navigate your way into my good graces?"

A small smirk finally tugged at the corner of her lips. She leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms over her chest. "Good graces, you say? Those usually come with a price around here." Her eyes sparkled with a hint of challenge. "What sort of… payment are you offering for such a privileged position?"

You raised an eyebrow, mirroring her playful challenge. "Perhaps something… mutually beneficial? After all, a well-navigated ship benefits everyone." You let the implication hang in the air, your gaze holding hers.

Nami studied you for a long moment, her expression unreadable. Finally, a small laugh escaped her lips. "Alright, alright," she conceded, a hint of genuine amusement in her voice. "I'll give you this much – you've got a smoother tongue than most of the knuckleheads on this ship. But don't think for a second that I'm easily swayed. My eyes are always on the prize."

"Duly noted, Navigator," you replied, your smile widening. "And I have a feeling that makes things all the more… interesting."

You found Usopp perched precariously on the mast, diligently polishing his beloved slingshot, Kabuto. He was muttering to himself, likely embellishing some recent (and probably exaggerated) feat of bravery. You called up to him, your voice carrying on the breeze.

"Usopp!" you called out cheerfully. "You're so focused up there. It's quite… admirable."

Usopp froze mid-polish, his eyes widening to the size of saucers. He clutched Kabuto to his chest as if it were a shield. "E-eh?" he stammered, his gaze darting around as if expecting the compliment to be meant for someone else. "A-admirable? M-me? You… you must be mistaking me for… for that incredibly brave seagull that flew by earlier! He had the eyes of a true warrior!" He craned his neck, peering around the mast as if the aforementioned heroic bird might still be lingering nearby.

You chuckled softly, climbing a few rungs of the ladder. "No mistake, Usopp. You're always so determined, especially when you're aiming with Kabuto. It's… rather intense."

His Adam's apple bobbed nervously. He swallowed hard, his face paling slightly. "I-intense? Well, yes! That's because… because I have to be! There are… incredibly dangerous invisible enemies lurking everywhere! I must maintain peak focus to protect you all!" He gestured wildly with Kabuto, nearly losing his balance.

You reached the platform where he was perched, leaning against the mast beside him. "You know, Usopp," you said, your voice gentle, "even though you sometimes… express your concerns loudly, there's something really… dependable about you."

At your more direct compliment, Usopp’s eyes rolled back in his head. He let out a theatrical gasp, clutching his chest dramatically. "A-ah! My weak heart! Such… such praise! It's too much for a fragile soul like mine!" He swayed precariously, looking as though he might actually faint and plummet to the deck below.

You reached out a hand to steady him. "Woah there, Sogeking. Don't go falling for me just yet."

He blinked rapidly, his eyes fluttering open again. He gripped your arm tightly, his knuckles white. "S-Sogeking? Oh, right! Yes! I am… uh… a brave warrior from the Island of Snipers! And… and I am merely… overwhelmed by your… your keen observation skills!" He was sweating profusely now, his usual confident bluster replaced by a nervous tremor.

He then puffed out his chest slightly, attempting to regain some semblance of his usual persona. "In fact! Just yesterday, I single-handedly defeated a giant squid with nothing but my… my amazing storytelling! It was so scared by my terrifying tale that it simply… swam away!" He punctuated his story with a shaky thumbs-up.

You smiled warmly at him. "I'm sure it was a truly epic tale, Usopp." You leaned a little closer, your gaze sincere. "You know, for someone who claims to be a coward, you have a remarkable way of always being there for your friends when it counts."

Usopp’s face flushed crimson. He looked away, fidgeting with Kabuto. He mumbled something under his breath about needing to check the… the wind velocity for optimal… uh… imaginary enemy trajectory. It was clear that while your words had landed, he was utterly unprepared to process them. This was going to be a long, and hilariously awkward, game.

You spotted Chopper in the infirmary, meticulously arranging his medical supplies. His brow was furrowed in concentration, his tongue peeking out from the corner of his mouth as he labeled a jar of herbs. You leaned against the doorway, a soft smile gracing your lips.

"Chopper," you said gently, your voice a warm murmur in the quiet room. "You're such a great doctor and always so helpful."

His large, expressive eyes snapped up, his ears twitching. A faint pink blush dusted his fluffy cheeks. He puffed out his chest, stomping a tiny hoof. "W-what?!" he squeaked, his voice a mix of indignation and fluster. "It's not like I want to help you or anything, you know! I'm just… making sure you don't get any silly ideas and bother Luffy and the others! You big dummy! Ahaha, you bastard!!" He fidgeted with the vials on the table, his gaze darting everywhere but directly at you, though he did subtly adjust his blue hat.

You chuckled softly and approached him, holding out a small, wrapped piece of candy. "Here you go, Chopper. You deserve a treat for all your hard work."

His eyes widened slightly at the sight of the colorful paper, but he tried to maintain his tough facade. "Hmph! I don't need your stupid candy! I can get my own if I wanted to! It's not like I'm happy you're giving it to me or anything! Ahaha, you bastard!!" He snatched the candy with a swift motion, then turned his back to you, his small shoulders hunching as he quickly unwrapped it and took a tiny nibble.

You leaned against a nearby shelf, watching his adorable display. "Wow, Chopper," you said sincerely, "you really know your stuff! You're an amazing doctor."

His blush deepened considerably, spreading across his furry face. He started spinning in a little circle, his hooves clicking against the wooden floor, trying to appear nonchalant. "Shut up!" he exclaimed, his voice even higher pitched than usual. "I-it's not like I'm trying to be a good doctor for you! I just… I have to because… because I'm going to be the best doctor in the world, that's why! So don't go around thinking I care about your opinion! Ahaha, you bastard!!" But despite his vehement denial, his little tail gave a single, almost imperceptible wag.

You smiled warmly. "Of course, the best doctor in the world. And you're well on your way, Chopper." You watched as he continued to nibble his candy, his flustered demeanor a clear indication that your wholesome flirtation had landed, even if he’d never admit it. His adorable attempts to appear unaffected were, in their own way, incredibly endearing.

You found Robin in the ship's library, surrounded by stacks of ancient texts and historical documents. A soft smile played on her lips as she carefully turned a brittle page, her dark eyes alight with intellectual curiosity. You approached quietly, drawn in by the peaceful aura that always seemed to emanate from her.

"Robin," you began, your voice a low murmur that wouldn't disturb the tranquil atmosphere. "Your knowledge and poise are truly captivating."

She looked up, her gaze meeting yours with a gentle, knowing smile. Her eyes, deep pools of wisdom and experience, seemed to hold a hint of amusement. "Oh? Is that so?" she replied in her calm, melodic voice. "It's always… interesting to hear how others perceive one's qualities." There was a sense that she had witnessed countless interactions, your flirtation simply another curious thread in the tapestry of human connection.

You leaned against a bookshelf, your gaze lingering on her. "You know, Robin, there's a certain allure to your enigmatic nature."

A soft chuckle, a rare and beautiful sound, escaped her lips. She placed the ancient book down gently, her attention now fully on you. "Enigmatic, you say? Perhaps it's simply a matter of having many stories yet untold." Her response was thoughtful, almost as if she were considering the very essence of your words.

Her gaze held a quiet curiosity, observing your demeanor with an insightful intensity. It wasn't judgmental, but rather a natural extension of her deep understanding of people and the complexities of history. You felt seen, your intentions acknowledged without being overtly analyzed.

"And I find myself quite eager to hear those stories," you replied, your voice soft and sincere. "Each one, I imagine, as fascinating as the last."

A subtle warmth entered her eyes. "Stories often have unexpected twists and turns," she mused, a hint of a deeper meaning underlying her words. "One must be prepared for the unforeseen."

"Perhaps," you conceded with a small smile. "But the journey of discovery is often the most rewarding part."

Robin's smile widened slightly, a fleeting glimpse behind her composed exterior. "Indeed," she agreed, her gaze softening for a moment. "And it's always… pleasant to have company along the way." It was a subtle acknowledgment, a quiet invitation to delve deeper, though she maintained a graceful distance. You sensed that while your interest was noted, her guarded heart would only reveal its secrets slowly, deliberately. The dance of observation and acknowledgment continued, leaving you with the distinct impression that you had piqued her interest, but the full story was yet to be unveiled.

You found Franky tinkering with some gears and wires on the deck, his goggles perched on his forehead. The rhythmic clang of metal against metal filled the air as he worked with focused energy. You approached, your footsteps echoing slightly on the wooden planks.

"Franky," you began, your voice carrying over the sounds of his work. "Your modifications are so cool and powerful. You're really something else."

His head snapped up, his eyes widening, a huge grin spreading across his face. He struck a ridiculously exaggerated pose, his metallic arms flexing with a loud whirring sound. "SUPERRRRR! You got that right, baby!" he boomed, his voice echoing across the deck. "These arms aren't just for show! They're a testament to the ultimate in cyborg engineering! You have good taste!" In his enthusiasm, one of his oversized hands swung out, inadvertently knocking over a stack of wooden planks with a loud crash.

You watched the minor destruction with a slight smile. "You know, Franky, there's something really… impressive about a guy who can build anything."

He puffed out his metal chest even further. "SUPERRRRR! Impressive? Of course I'm impressive! I'm Franky the Cyborg! The most impressive man on these seas!" He struck another pose, this one involving pointing a finger gun with a loud "Pew! Pew!" sound effect. "And I can build anything your… well, anything! What do you say, wanna see my latest invention?" He gestured towards a large, tarp-covered contraption nearby.

He launched into a detailed explanation of his various modifications, eagerly pointing out each new feature and its capabilities. His voice was loud and enthusiastic, punctuated by frequent shouts of "SUPERRRRR!" He demonstrated the extendable fingers, the rocket launchers in his shoulders, and the various other gadgets built into his cyborg body.

He then unveiled his latest invention – a bizarre-looking machine with spinning gears and flashing lights. "Behold!" he announced proudly. "The Super Automatic Sea Cucumber Peeler 3000! Guaranteed to peel sea cucumbers with 300% more efficiency!" He looked at you expectantly, his grin wide.

You regarded the contraption with a neutral expression. "That's… certainly something, Franky."

"SUPERRRRR! The best!" he declared, striking another pose. His enthusiasm was infectious, even if his inventions were somewhat impractical. It was clear that he appreciated the attention and the acknowledgment of his skills. His reactions were loud, energetic, and undeniably Franky.

You found Brook sitting alone on the deck, his bony fingers delicately plucking a melancholic tune on his violin. The sound was hauntingly beautiful, carrying a sense of both sorrow and resilience. You approached him slowly, not wanting to break the spell of his music.

"Brook," you said softly when the song ended, your voice a gentle contrast to the lingering notes. "Even as a skeleton, you have a certain… timeless appeal."

His empty eye sockets seemed to widen, his jaw dropping open in a silent "O" for a moment before he erupted in his signature "Yohohoho!" laughter. "Timeless, you say? Well, I certainly have been around for a while! Though, alas, I seem to have misplaced my skin along the way! Yohohoho!" He punctuated his laughter with a little skeletal jig, his bones clanking together with a surprisingly cheerful sound.

You smiled at his unique charm. "You know, Brook, your music really touches the soul."

He placed a bony hand over his ribcage, where his heart used to be, and sighed dramatically. "Ah, a compliment that resonates deep within my… well, where my soul used to reside! Yohohoho! It warms my nonexistent heart to know my melodies reach such a lovely listener. Perhaps I could play you a song of longing… or perhaps a lively jig to lift your spirits?"

"I would be honored by either," you replied, your gaze sincere. "Your music has a way of speaking volumes without any words."

Brook’s empty gaze seemed to soften. "Yohohoho! Such kind words! It's been so long since I've received such… heartfelt appreciation." He paused, tilting his skull slightly. "Though, alas, I have no eyes to properly admire your beauty. A tragic irony, wouldn't you agree? Yohohoho!"

"Perhaps," you conceded gently. "But your music allows us to see a different kind of beauty, one that resonates within."

He strummed a soft chord on his violin. "Indeed. Music is the language of the soul, or so they say. Though, as you can see, my soul is rather… exposed. Yohohoho!" He chuckled again, his humor as dry as his bones. "Perhaps I could compose a special song for you? A ballad of… well, what exactly would you like a ballad of? My lack of skin? My enduring love for Laboon? Or perhaps… something a bit more… lively?" He gave a suggestive wiggle of his skeletal eyebrows. "Though, I must confess, my romantic repertoire is a tad… rusty. Much like my bones! Yohohoho!"

You couldn't help but laugh at his macabre yet endearing flirtation. "Perhaps something lively. Something that celebrates the joy of being alive… or, well, undead."

"An excellent suggestion! A jig it shall be!" Brook declared, his bony fingers dancing across the strings of his violin. He launched into a cheerful, upbeat melody that filled the air with a surprisingly joyful energy. His unique brand of flirtation was certainly unlike anyone else's on the crew, a charmingly skeletal serenade that was both amusing and strangely heartwarming.

You found Jinbe sitting on the deck, his massive frame surprisingly still as he gazed out at the endless horizon. The setting sun painted the sky in hues of orange and purple, reflecting off his stoic face. You approached him, your footsteps soft on the wooden planks.

"Jinbe," you began, your voice a gentle murmur against the sound of the waves. "Your strength and wisdom are truly admirable."

He turned his large, fish-like eyes towards you, offering a polite, slightly reserved smile. His voice, deep and steady like the ocean itself, rumbled gently as he replied, "That is kind of you to say. I merely strive to do what is right and protect those I care about." There was a quiet sincerity in his tone, a sense of unwavering resolve.

You leaned against the railing beside him, your gaze following his towards the horizon. "You know, Jinbe, there's a very reassuring presence about you."

A low chuckle rumbled in his chest, a sound like the gentle lapping of waves against a sturdy cliff. "Hoh… reassuring, you say? Perhaps it comes with age and experience on the seas. I am glad if my presence puts you at ease." He acknowledged your words with a calm nod, his gaze returning to the vast expanse of the ocean.

You sensed the weight of his past and his deep sense of responsibility. He carried himself with a quiet dignity, his focus seemingly always on the well-being of the crew and the larger implications of their journey. There was a fatherly kindness in the way he regarded you, a protective aura that was both comforting and impenetrable to playful flirtation.

"It does," you affirmed softly. "It's like having a steady anchor in the midst of all the… chaos." You gestured vaguely towards the rest of the Straw Hats, who were, as usual, engaged in various forms of boisterous activity.

Jinbe’s lips curved into a slightly wider smile. "They are a lively bunch, that is certain. But their hearts are true." He paused, his gaze thoughtful. "On these unpredictable seas, a steady anchor is indeed a valuable thing."

He didn't elaborate further, his attention seemingly drawn back to the horizon and the mysteries it held. His response was respectful and sincere, acknowledging your compliment without venturing into personal flirtation. It was clear that his focus lay firmly on his duties and the safety of his crewmates. Your attempt at a playful connection was met with his characteristic calm and a gentle, almost paternal, acknowledgment.

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Thanks for reading

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#one piece #one piece x y/n #one piece x reader #one piece x you #flirt #flirting #one piece fanfiction #straw hats x reader #x reader

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kingdoms-and-empires · 22 days ago

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Some update news; It's coming soon!

Someone DM'd me and told me the post i shared this with doesnt make it obvious that i edited lol, so here's a fresh one, my bad!

Because I already posted about the public release new on COG forums here, ill just share it on tumblr as well lol

Some good news for you, the release is now expected in a single week rather than weeks now!

Here’s a lil peek into the rapid pace ive been at since the end of last month lmfao

I think ima keep doing these quick dev notes at the start since they help remind me im actually making progress lololol Sometimes when working at a choice tree you can feel stuck, especially if you try making deep branch paths in there.

So like the image says, my patreons get the small recodex (more like a glossary tbh) tomorrow, and while they nibble on that ill go over the game a few more times and look for any last mistakes, errors, bugs, etc and then add in the last bit of art i had commissioned before launching to the public!

Now that we’re here however, I would like to apologize to everyone for the rough and long journey so far. Thank you for your patience and support, truly.

What i had planned originally would have made the entire game poorly paced with an incoherent narrative/plotline. Then I tried mending it with the first rewrite, and realized I half-assed it, leading to the second current rewrite. That was excruciatingly painful to do.

But I feel it was worth it. It gave me back my confidence as a writer.

The upcoming public update consists of the Childhood Arc (that I am now going to refer to as the Prologue) that sets the foundation up for the rest of the story with planted seeds that will come explosively into play in the future. Many of the events in the future will stem from the seeds here, and itll be fun watching readers find them.

This single fucking section (which was planned to be splattered all throughout the game in the previous versions) has finally been conquered. All the hinting nods, seeds, and “back-of-the-scenes” movements made by characters throughout the world in KaE are done HERE in the Prologue. The world and characters are at last firmly established. You get a hint of the brutality if you go one route, you get a hint of the politics and logistics if you go the other. Much of the worldbuilding is done far more naturally and smoothly. I am satisfied at last.

But again, and I must reiterate; this is the prologue and it is over 160k words. That’s a LONG FUCKING PROLOGUE LMFAO

Okay, time to be technical.

With the command lines, meaning plus the words on the choices themselves for example, it is 162,053 words of content for the stuff you actually play.

Without the command lines, we have 147,598 words of content.

If I include the Relationships tab and all the other lines of code i made for our stat descriptions?

206,133

With this new arc we’re heading into, like ive said multiple times, is when we finally take active stage in the story. I am so freaking excited to begin this with yall!

But the childhood stuff had to be done. The “boring” part is finally over with this. Ihate to call it boring since i put so much heart into it, but im a realist and understand some folks may just wanna get to the cool stuff. Never ever shall i make the mistake of doing baby reincarnation and/or making us the royal heir cause I am not a good enough writer to pull it off.

But forget that. Right now, Im here to tell you the cool stuff is now coming.

Now that we’re here however, I would like to apologize to everyone for the rough and long journey so far. Thank you for your patience and support, truly.

But I feel it was worth it. It gave me back my confidence as a writer.

But again, and I must reiterate; this is the prologue and it is over 160k words. That’s a LONG FUCKING PROLOGUE LMFAO

Okay, time to be technical.

With the command lines, meaning plus the words on the choices themselves for example, it is 162,053 words of content for the stuff you actually play.

Without the command lines, we have 147,598 words of content.

If I include the Relationships tab and all the other lines of code i made for our stat descriptions?

206,133

With this new arc we’re heading into, like ive said multiple times, is when we finally take active stage in the story. I am so freaking excited to begin this with yall!

But forget that. Right now, Im here to tell you the cool stuff is now coming.

Now that we’re here however, I would like to apologize to everyone for the rough and long journey so far. Thank you for your patience and support, truly.

But I feel it was worth it. It gave me back my confidence as a writer.

But again, and I must reiterate; this is the prologue and it is over 160k words. That’s a LONG FUCKING PROLOGUE LMFAO

Okay, time to be technical.

With the command lines, meaning plus the words on the choices themselves for example, it is 162,053 words of content for the stuff you actually play.

Without the command lines, we have 147,598 words of content.

If I include the Relationships tab and all the other lines of code i made for our stat descriptions?

206,133

With this new arc we’re heading into, like ive said multiple times, is when we finally take active stage in the story. I am so freaking excited to begin this with yall!

But forget that. Right now, Im here to tell you the cool stuff is now coming.

After the public is out, i will focus on the Upbringing Routes one at a time.

Squire/Prince/Princess.

Squire will be started and worked on first until completion because it is a unisex route, and also because its probably the most traditionally “fun” of the routes. In it, we go to the north with our father and his retinue to quell unrest with the wild tribes and our people, until inevitably it devolves into total war in the north. There, we begin our martial journey and showcase the skills that’ll one day force the world to submit to our prowess.

But for now, we’re still young and have much to learn. Our enemies will never have a better chance to kill us… and yet theyll still fail. Or at least, YOU have to make sure they fail!

The Prince/Princess Routes on the other hand, will be more of a political thriller as the ducal families of the south try to one up one another and take power, influence, and land from one another. We’ll work with our mother to ensure civil war doesnt happen while pops is up in the north.

Alright, thats enough of that lol

Again, thank you all for the continued support!

#choice of games #hosted games #interactive fiction #interactive novel #if wip #romance #choicescript #cogdemos #kingdomsandempires #if game

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justin-chapmanswers · 8 months ago

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you set twitter on fire with pronouns howd you do that

Uhhhhh yeah so. I've been glancing here and there to all of that. For context, people noticed a pronoun adjustment on my Twitter page, yadda yadda, and started making posts about it. Then those posts started getting heat for a variety of reasons. Some that seemed to some to be using misgendering for humor (via meme), some that are pushing against parasociality, some that generally think that spectacle with this stuff should be avoided since I didn't even make a post about it or anything. Etc.

And uh. Ya'know. I vibe with a lotta that.

But tbh while I'm not really one to enjoy spotlight, idk, I don't mind people just generally bringing that stuff up and noting it. If it makes people feel good to see someone they can relate to, sure why not. The only thing that actively concerns me is seeing people argue or attack as a result of me. Let's just keep things chill if we cannn. I feel like everyone that's posted on the subject is all on the same side. None of us are here pushing for the limitation or elimination of lgbtqia people and experiences. That's the kind of thing always worth pushing back against. But I just hope to see everyone in this community vibing and letting joy flow.

When we were working on S3E9 and the writing team was trying to break down the initial story conceit where Goo would initially be a little weirded-out and confused after Bot revealed themself to a non-Bow robot, I was the one who pitched "hey how about we flip the story around to exemplify something a little more specific that also shines a more positive light on Bot and Goo's relationship? How about trying an angle where Goo is characteristically hyper-positive about what they've learned about Bot, but the conflict comes from the intensity and spectacle Goo comes at it with? Then Bot may be uncomfortable, but understands it comes from a good place?" -- I was excited to see that it was the direction the episode ended up going in, both because it felt appropriately lighter, and it felt personal. Making changes in how you present and want to be perceived can be so difficult, and that comes with such a deep well of complicated feelings. But all this to say, yeah I sometimes feel overwhelmed being perceived in online spaces, but even with that in mind, I'd still rather see silliness and celebration than conflict. But that's just meeeee.

Be good to yourselves, be good to each other. I am not mad at anyone. Best wishes. :)

EDIT: Do appreciate all people out there posting for the purpose of defending me. I don't wanna downplay the fact that y'all care, it means a lot. Just figure best to not fan any more flames. All's okay.

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wonton4rang · 1 year ago

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pairing: bnd legal line x reader.

warnings: +18, smut, rough sex, spitting, and idk lmk if i missed something.

summary: bnd legal line mtl (most to least) to rough sex.

note: this had to be discussed and i can't go to sleep without doing so !!!

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sungho; even though it wouldn't be his go to type of sex, he would do it more often than you'd think, taking you from behind while he held your neck with one hand and held your arms in your back with the other, he would moan in your ear, pressing his body more onto yours and making you feel so full while your cheek pressed against the cold wall. he would tell you how good you feel and his hips would be accelerating their pace before he came inside of you, showing some possessiveness he usually didn't have. i also strongly believe he would have a small/ recurrent strength kink.

riwoo; he's a wild card tbh, i can't seem to read him that well when it comes to sex or maybe i am not paying attention, but i do think he could have his days, switching from cowgirl to doggy style, his hand having a grip in your hair and you almost crying out on how hard he was fucking you. it felt good, specially because it was a weird thing to happen during sex w u two, it made you excited and it made him feel bigger when he handled you like that. pulling out to come in your ass is the ultimate thing he would do to show his "dominant" side. and btw, you know about dancer stamina right? cause if you always did two rounds, you'll do at least four of five before he lets you go today.

jaehyun; myungjae has such a whiny voice and a hyper and sweet personality that we all the time see him as a mere sub but oh, let me tell you that he can also be very rough when it comes to fucking you. i feel like he would be drinking with you or just very happy and horny when he tells you about this thing he wants to try, it was basically him overpowering you and yes please!! he would hold your legs open with his hands on your thighs, pressing them down and watching how his dick gets lost each time he pounds into your soaked pussy, i can definitely see him lowering one of his hands so he could play with your clit and maybe even insert his thumb with his cock in your pussy. telling you how dirty you looked taking his dick and finger into your pussy like a slut, dirty talk would be his thing 100%

taesan; i just know he is messy and i don't make the rules!!! he would grab your hair, spit in your mouth with a grin on his lips and fuck you so fast and rough you can barely think straight. he would fuck you in missionary because he needs to see your face, he needs to feel you close and he certainly needs to be able to spit in your mouth after slapping your face once or twice. he ain't much of a talker but he would let smalls "so pretty, so hot" that would give you a hint on how good he is feeling, as if his moans and the way his dick twitched inside of you were not enough. i don't think it'll be a reccurent thing tho, he is probably more into regular sex rather than rough but he has a HUGE size kink that takes over every once in a while.

leehan; and the prize to the messiest mf goes toooooo, hear me ouuuuut. every time he went up to you and told you he was horny and needed to fuck you, you just knew what was coming (asides from u two yk) you regularly got on top of him and ride his dick but when his hands gripped your hips and he dropped you on the bed just so he could straddle in the back of your thighs and fuck you in prone bone??? you were quite literally fucked, he wouldn't show mercy on you, fucking you fast and hard, so deep that it even made you shake each time the tip of his cock hit your cervix. that until he layed you on your back, slapping your pussy after spitting on it, he is so dirty and you can tell he is enjoying it way too much when he smiled at you before slamming his hips against yours once again.

overall, taking into consideration the frequency with the one i think it'd happen, for this one i think I'll go:

MOST.

leehan. not a surprise.

sungho. he is actually really close to leehan's place tbh. not because he would like rough sex itself but he just likes the dominant part of it, how strong he feels during it.

jaehyun. iykyk, he can be cute but he is a man after all, and he is also a very energetic person so he would fold you a thousand times and come back for more.

taesan. i personally think he would enjoy it A LOT but it's just that his personality doesn't show this eager desire of rough sex :') i've said it before but i don't think he is really into sex in general and he does gives off vibes of being more in a "calm" side so yeah.

riwoo. almost same as taesan's, but i also think it's because he is a submissive person so it wouldn't be something very reccurent.

LEAST.

what do y'all think?

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lovincherries · 2 years ago

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Corio's Pawn

a/n: first of all, I want to say hi! I know it's been a really long time since i've written anything and i wanted to say thank you for your patience. 2023 has easily been the hardest year of my life, and i am so grateful for all your messages and support. it has truly meant the world to me. hopefully you enjoy this as much as i enjoyed writing it. i love you guys! (p.s it's almost been a year since i have written anything, of course snow brought me out of my slump)

NOT PROOF READ! I AM LAZY

word count: 3,735

warnings: taking of virginity, dub con, breeding kink, just smut! corio being corio (bad), reader is curvy (idk actually, i think i only mention it once, but you could really skim those parts. it isn't central to the storyline tbh)

You had loved Corio long before he knew you existed. To you, he was everything you wanted, everything that you desired, everything that you longed for. To him, you were a shy girl, kind, sweet, but shy and rather unnoticeable, or you were unnoticeable. You don't know what did it, neither did he really. He didn't know if it was the harshness of district 12, or the uncertainty (and paranoia) that Lucy gray caused him that made him long for you when he arrived home, or if it were the fact that he really looked at you for the first time. You had the softness that he desired, and the look in your eyes that you would give up everything for him if he said the word. He desired that kind of relationship, one where he held the power and none of the vulnerability. With you, he had nothing to lose. There was no game you were playing, your eyes and quiet smiles held everything he needed to know.

Before he left for District 12, and before the 10th games, Corio considered love a waste of time and resources. After, he considered it a betting game that both sides were bound to lose. While he considered love a waste of time, his desires and needs were still prevalent and crowding his head with thoughts where plans and ideas should be. That's when you fell into his lap, his little rose. It didn't take him long to realize the hold that he had over you, and it took him even less time to put his charm to use.

He knew what you were, a good girl who came from good parents that raised her right. And while the whole world had long since passed the concept of purity, he knew it was something that your parents had taught to you. His little white rose. Except, he didn't want to keep you that way. He didn't have to ask if you were pure, it was something he could almost smell. Your innocence seeped out of your pores like a perfume he couldn't get enough of. Before, he never noticed you, now you were all he desired. He wanted to know all your curves and edges, wanted to fulfill your desires, he wanted to take you. Most of all, he desired to see your cheeks red, your eyes dark with desire, and his cum filling you up.

You and Corio had been seeing each other for a few months, and while you tried to pretend like it wasn't the most exciting thing to ever happen to you, it was. He was all you could think about, all you could talk about with your parents, and he was the only person you wanted to see. You were oblivious to his charm, blinded by everything that he promised to you. You were funnier and more interesting than he originally gave you credit for, he could actually relax around you and laugh, but he would never turn off the person he presented to be. He couldn't wait for much longer though, his composure was slipping, and all he could think about was being wrapped into your legs and diving into you. Your kisses were sweet and genuine, you kissed him with love, but he wanted something darker. He needed it. It was something you didn't intend to give to him though, not that you really knew what you were giving or not.

Your parents had long taught you that certain things were for married couples, after all, if you weren't pure you weren't going to be any good to them to marry off. Even to them you were a pawn, a piece that only furthered their own further interests and success. That being the reason why you were probably oblivious to the games Corio was playing with you. And you didn't know it, but tonight was the night Corio was going to win a game that you didn't know you were playing.

You were getting ready for bed, your light blue light gown skimmed mid-thigh as you sat down at your vanity brushing through your long hair. You examined your features as you did, humming a song that had been stuck in your head all day. You heard a soft knock at your window, turning your head to look for what made the sound, but you found nothing. You quickly brushed it off and went back to the task at hand, your mind getting lost in thought about a certain someone with blonde hair and blue eyes. It was almost like he never really left your mind at all, he was constantly grazing your thoughts. He seemed to appear everywhere that you went, in the color red, in roses, in the fallen snow on the ground. It wasn't till you heard another knock at your window, this one much harder than the last, that you actually went over to check what was making the noise.

When you looked you found your lover waiting for you, his nose and cheeks tinted pink from the cold wind that bite at his face outside. An instant smile flew to your face when you saw him, a white rose clutched in his hand, waiting for you. You quickly opened your window to let him in, he had never done this before. You quickly tried to fight the nervousness in your stomach while you lifted the window as you almost sang his name with excitement. The cold air bit at your nipples, making them hard in an instant as it flew in from the outside. You quickly shut the window after he made it inside, a smile so big on your face that your cheeks hurt from the strain. You were so excited to see him, that you didn't notice the darkness that clouded his eyes, or his gaze that kept falling down to your almost see through dress.

"Corio!" You sang again, your arms hugging around his broad shoulders, you stepped on your tip toes to be able to reach that high. You laughed gleefully, his arms wrapping around your waist. He lifted you up so your legs wrapped around his hips as you giggled in excitement, your night gown riding up to the point it almost exposed your white panties. Corio quickly put you down after the initial excitement, softly kissing your lips after your feet touched the floor.

"My rose!" He laughed purposefully, looking down at you. Your innocence and excitement gleaming up at him through your eyes, and all he could think about was taking it from you. Unbeknownst to you. Corio's height gave him an advantage to look down at your swollen breasts in your night gown. It caused his dick to strain in his pants, he wanted to audibly groan from the pain, but he knew that tonight he was going to get what he wanted.

"What are you doing here?" You asked, your smile radiating through your words. He picked up the rose that had slightly gotten crushed in your big hug.

"I was thinking of you when I saw this, and I just had to come bring it to you," he said as he brought the rose to your hand. It was beautiful, even with some of the petals fallen onto the floor. Your heart melted at the thought of him thinking of you, if only you knew the ways he thought of you.

"Thank you, Corio, it's beautiful!" You gleamed as you took the rose, "I don't have anything to put it in here though," you quickly frowned. You knew that your parents would hear you if you began clattering about through your house looking for a vase. He brought his hand to smooth the lines of your worry, lifting your chin to look up at him.

"It's okay," he soothed. Even while he was comforting you, power radiated off of him, "I can always bring you more." You quickly set the rose on your vanity where you had sat moments before. You were so comfortable with him; it didn't even register in your mind what you were wearing and how inappropriate it might be.

Corio walked over to your bed and sat down, not bothering to ask for permission. He admired you from a distance, your curves prominent in the night gown. Your nipples poking through your dress, begging for his attention, begging for his lips. He would get down on his knees and beg now (something he would never admit to), if it meant that he could suck on them. You turned around fully to face him, looking at him with so much love and admiration.

"Come here, love," He stated, not giving you an option to say no. You did as he demanded, your hips swinging in an unknowingly alluring manner. He grabbed your hands when you were stood in front of him, pulling you onto his lap. You gasped at the action, attempting to pull away from the shock of the sudden closeness but his grip stayed firm. Your legs encased his hips, his hard dick pushing into your folds. You weren't necessarily used to this type of intimacy with Corio, but he had been getting you prepared for what was to come. Heated kisses whenever you two were alone, his fingers would always brush your most sensitive parts without getting too close. He knew how to make you long for things, without you even necessarily realizing what you were longing for. You didn't even really process what was poking into you know, all you knew was that it shot tingles up your spin.

"Corio!" You gasped again when he slightly pushed his hips into yours, an uncontrollable movement on his part, but he longed for a touch that he hadn't felt in so long. His head fell into the nape of your neck, landing soft kisses from your exposed collarbone to your jaw. You giggled at the ticklish feeling of his lips, but it also sent a familiar warmth through you.

"So beautiful," he murmured, still planting kisses on your neck. You brought your hands to his face and made him face you as you planted fast kisses all over his cheeks in face in a girlish manner, giggling softly. Corio smiled at the action, letting it warm his cold heart for only a minute. The guilt of what he was going to do tinged his thoughts for a second before he thought about what he wanted, what he needed. He knew he didn't love you, but you were something he wanted, something he possessed. He liked his possessions.

You both stared at each other for a minute, your hands still cupping his cheeks and his hands held your hips firmly. The light feeling from before replaced itself with something heavier, something you couldn't quite place, and you weren't sure if you wanted to. You saw Corio's eyes fall down to your lips, your hands fell from his face and landed on his chest as the tension weighed down on yours. Corio gripped your hips tighter, squeezing him impossibly closer to you as he leaned in to kiss you. The kiss started off sweet, his lips brushing against yours softly. This you were used to, you quickly fell into the groove of his lips. Finding your home in the way he touched you. There was something different this time though, something new. Corio quickly made the kiss faster, harder, and you tried your hardest to keep up. He licked your bottom lip, asking for permission. You parted your lips, trying your best to match his fast aggressive pace. His tongue edging yours. Your hands now gripped his face out of instinct and his right hand trailed to grab your breast. You gasped into the kiss; he had never done that before. He squeezed as he pushed his hips into yours, eliciting a moan from your lips as his dick pressed into your clit. You had never felt this way before.

Corio pressed himself harder into you, he could feel the wetness from your cotton underwear staining his red pressed trousers, but he couldn't find it in himself to care. All he wanted to find himself was deep into you, pounding into you, he wanted to feel you quiver around him. His lips were still attached to yours, the rhythm long gone, it was all teeth and tongue. He was surprised at your ability to keep up with him, but he noticed your hesitancy. He moved back from you, separating the kiss harshly. You gasped at the lack of contact, subconsciously pushing your hips into his. Longing for that pleasure that he was giving to you.

"Y/N," Corio said sternly, causing you to look at him. He could see the desire in your eyes, and he knew he had you right where he wanted you. "I need you." He said, with as much desperation he could allow himself. Corio wasn't above begging you for what he wanted, although he would never admit it.

"You have me," you said softly, attempting to smile at him. You leaned back into the kiss, attempting to regain the passion, but he stopped you.

"No, I need you," he emphasized the need, pushing his hips into yours. Your face held the confusion that you were thinking. That was another thing he liked about you, if you wouldn't say it, your face would. It made it extremely easy for him to understand you.

"I-I don't get what you mean," you stuttered, your lips making a slight o shape when he pushed into you again. He moved his hands down to your vagina, eliciting another gasp from your lips.

"I need you here," he said as he moved your dress to your hips and pushed your panties to the side. His fingers grazed your soaking folds, both of you looking down to find a dark wet spot on the crotch of his trousers. "It feels like you need me to, my rose," he said softly, as his fingers dived in between your folds. He quickly found your clit, pressing into it as he watched your sweet face change in pleasure.

"I don't understand still," your voice cried out in pleasure and confusion. He could almost hear the tears in your voice, it should have made him stop, should have made him quit, but it only made him want to take it further.

He used his spare hand to grab yours, he slowly pulled it over his hard chest. You felt the bumps and ridges of his ab muscles and then felt the hardness of his dick. He forced you to squeeze him with your hands, still circling your clit in a harsh manner.

"Y/N, I need you," he emphasized by pushing into your clit, causing you to throw your head back, "here." He said using your hand to squeeze his dick. You didn't respond, you couldn't from the shock waves his fingers were sending through your body.

Corio moved his pointer finger from your clit to your entrance, your wetness coating him even more. He didn't know a girl could get so wet, but God was he grateful for that. All he could think about was you encasing him, your heat squeezing him till he forgot all about District 12 and that Lucy Gray. He could imagine a life with you, a real life, one with happiness and love, but that thought quickly disappeared from his mind.

He could see a life with you though, maybe not a real one but a life. One where you were constantly swollen with his babies. The thought of that caused him to groan as he pushed his pointer finger into you. As he felt you squeeze his finger, all he could think about was how good you were going to feel.

"Please, Y/N," Corio begged, you had never heard such a neediness in his voice before, not that you were aware enough to pick up on it. All you could think about was his finger in you and his thumb grazing your clit.

"O-okay," you agreed. Not even exactly sure what you were agreeing to, but you had a feeling it wasn't necessarily good.

Corio let out a sigh of relief at your agreeance, as much as it shamed him to admit, he would've gotten on his knees for that affirmation. He quickly threw his shirt of his head and gripped your waist. He pulled you in for another kiss, pulling you down onto him once more. Your exposed folds felt even more of him. He quickly tossed you around, laying you on your back as he stood in front of you.

He sat you up, lifting you light blue dress over your head. Your swollen breasts now bare for his viewing, but not an ounce of insecurity ran through your head. You trusted him with everything you had in you. You truly believed he would never hurt you.

"God," he groaned as he looked at you. He couldn't waste another second not being inside of you, he quickly unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down his legs. You admired his muscular form, which only sent more waves of warmth down you. You gasped as he pulled his dick out from his pants, it looked terrifyingly huge for a moment. He laughed at your expression but swelled up with pride as you looked at him with amazement. He quickly pulled your white cotton underwear off of your legs, looking down at your glimmering heat. He needed to be inside of you.

He crawled on top of you, kissing his way from your torso to your breast. He licked at your nipple before fully enveloping it with his mouth and sucking on it. This caused you to let out a loud moan, the tingle that you felt from this sent shockwaves everywhere. He released it, but not before biting it harshly.

He then moved up more, bringing your legs around his waist and his dick in between your folds. You let out a sigh of relief from the contact and he kissed your lips. This time, much softer, gentler than before. He began to grind himself into you, properly getting himself coated in your wetness.

He guided the tip of his dick to your entrance, slowly poking himself in. He maintained control of himself in this moment, even when you moaned from the pleasurable contact. He just put the tip in and you already felt so full. Corio had to separate himself from the kiss and his head found its home in the nape of your neck. He was breathing heavily as he maintained control, slowly pushing into you. Even though, all he wanted to do was wreck you.

He pushed in slowly, inch by inch. Stopping every few seconds to make sure you were okay, and not hurting. Before long, you were gasping at the fullness of him bottoming out into you. You two stayed like this for a long time before he lost control and started moving again.

"God damnit Y/N," he groaned, the sweat of losing control falling onto your skin. His words flew past you as the fullness was all that crowded your mind. "So fucking tight," he cursed as he drew himself out and back into you. He pivoted ever so slightly and was now making you see stars.

"Corio, corio, corio," you moaned as he now began to pound into you. Any sense of self control he had, was long gone as he heard you calling out his name with such need.

"So big," you moaned, drool coming out of your mouth as your grasped your breast with your hands. His hips stuttering inside of you as he watched you fondle yourself.

"Fuck, Y/N, fuck," he repeated, slamming into you harder. It should have hurt you, should have made you cry from the pressure, but it didn't. It drove you nearly as mad as he was. His words were lost on you, anything he said was tuned out by the feeling of being so full of him.

Your pussy let out squelching noises from how wet you were and hard he was pounding into you. Corio began to kiss to your ear and let out breathy whispers that you were too out of it to notice.

"Fucking hell, tightest pussy I've ever had," he murmured more to himself. Corio thought in his head he should have taken this from you long ago, you were handling yourself so well. He practically cursed himself out thinking of all the months he missed out on this feeling. You moans were fuel to his fire, your sweet soft voice paired with the debaucherous noises of your body colliding made him impossibly harder than he already was.

"Gonna fill you up," he moaned again, driving himself deeper into you. He was barely leaving you now, all he wanted was to be completely encased in you. "Wanna see you swell with my babies, want everyone to know that Coriolanus Snow was here," he talked in circles. One of his hands moving to press into your clit, this sent you into over drive. Your pussy began to squeeze him impossibly harder and your head was thrown back in the pleasure he was sending through you, you didn't know it but this was your very first orgasm.

Corio was trying his hardest to maintain his composure, to hold onto the feeling of driving himself inside of you like a mad man, but he quickly lost control when hearing your voice. "I love you, I love you, U love you," You repeated, pulling him closer to you with your legs. You squeezed him so tightly, he thought that even if he wanted to, he wouldn't be able to leave your tight hole.

This only drove him further into you, and this is where he released his cum. His hips stuttered into yours for a solid minute, filling you up with everything he had been saving for you for the last few months. He came so much it began to spill out of you with him still inside of you. He looked down and saw how swollen your vagina was around him, the white semen leaking out around his dick, and for just a moment he wanted to say I love you too.

a/n: shit man. that took me two and a half hours.

#coriolanus snow #coriolanus snow smut #coriolanus x reader #corio #coriolanus x lucy gray #coriolanus x you #tbosas #the hunger games smut #hunger games smut #gale smut #peeta smut #haymitch smut #smut #tbosbas smut

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faeriichaii · 1 year ago

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Greetings 🤗 could I requested how the fellowship would realise their feelings for reader and how would their behaviour change towards them? Thank you! <3

The Fellowship and how they would realize their feelings

A/N: I am finally back!! I am so happy to be able to write again and I apologize that you had to wait so long for your request :( omg I never got like a headcanon (??) request and like I am so excited!! Especially cause it's kinda a big group and like I never wrote anything for the hobbits or like for Aragorn or Boromir hihi <33 (Tbh it was like so hard cause I really noticed I don't really know much about their characters or well I don't really know much about them?? idk idk... so some could be a little bit off so I apologize!!) But I still hope you like this!!!

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Warnings: fluff (maybe some ooc behaviour) ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Words: 1.3k in total ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Request: Yes (thank you <33) ࿐ྂ

Aragorn:

I think he would notice his growing feelings for you rather quickly. He would probably notice this after watching you argue with passion about some kind of topic with another person. The way you stand behind your opinion and fight for the things you love and adore. The passion that lines every single word that passes your lips. The way your eyebrow raises at your opponent and their silly sentences, that absolutely make no sense to you. Honestly, I doubt that much changes from his behaviour because he already is a caring person. Maybe his hand would sometimes hold onto your hand to make sure you know that he stands behind you and your decisions. Maybe he also tends to polish your weapons for you and maybe he also prepares a few arrows for you if you decide to use a bow. And maybe, just maybe he shows you a few tips and tricks with the sword in order to make sure that nothing could harm you. Because he knows, that you can handle yourself in any kind of fight. But practice still helps to ensure your safety, especially in the case that the both of you get separated.

Legolas:

Like Aragorn, he would catch onto his growing fondness for you rather quickly. He probably would notice his feelings after catching you being so incredibly sweet and kind towards one of the hobbits. The way you immediately tried to help Frodo through his doubts. How you tried to cheer him up by telling him that he will make it. That all of you will make it and finish the quest at hand. You always try your hardest to brighten everyone’s day with your positivity and your cheerfulness. Legolas couldn’t do anything else than fall for you head over heels. The warmth that you always spread around captured him and his heart. He would probably (definitely) ask to braid your hair (in case you are totally unaware of the custom behind it). But he would probably also try being constantly close to you. Not in a clingy way. Well, more like a moth that was drawn to a flame. (Maybe a tiny bit in a clingy way). And oh as soon as the quest is over he will try to find any kind of artistic measure to capture your heart with.

Gimli:

Listen, he definitely takes a while to realize his feelings. But he would totally notice some kind of admiration after you beat him in battle. The way you just jump from one enemy to another and rip them apart. Your strength and the way you just push through them with ease. (He still will huff after you declare that you definitely killed more enemies than he did). He would also try his best to deny his feelings and try to act indifferently or like ‘he doesn’t care’ (Even though he definitely cares). He would definitely clean your weapons and sharpen them for you. After returning home he will forge an axe or sword for you. Maybe even a courting bead if the time has come for him to stop battling his feelings and just face them.

Boromir:

I think he would take a little while to notice his feelings towards you. Probably due to the fact that he mostly is being occupied by the power of the ring or maybe due to the pressure of the quest that lays heavily on his shoulder. He knows it is an important journey. So his heart did stutter after you reassured him with your kind words. The way you spoke with him and the way you just would listen to his worries. It felt like you really cared for him and his wellbeing and he really just needed someone to talk to. Someone who was willing to listen to him (especially because I feel that some people tend to misunderstand him). And you just happen to really want to listen to his worries and try to push him through it. Try to show him that you would be by his side while he follows the path of the journey. After he realized his feelings for you he would definitely try his best to take care of you the way you did for him. He would support your decisions and if you happen to have a bad day he would stand by your side and listen to your worries and just do the same things you did for him. Care for you and give you the support you need.

Sam:

Oh he would totally catch onto his feelings quickly. Probably after receiving your praise for how well he had prepared dinner that night. The way your eyes lit up at the first taste of the soup and how you hummed in approval at the flavour. He definitely would blush and smile dumbly while stirring the pot (definitely lost in the thought of your beautiful smile). He definitely would be more fidgety and bashful around you. He would probably also share some of his portions of food with you (In case you are hungry or you already finished your food for the trip). And maybe he would give you just a little bit more food if he was the one preparing the food (either for breakfast or dinner or the portions for travelling idk idk). (And maybe just maybe he would carefully prepare like a cute flower crown or smth for you.)

Frodo:

His feelings for you were definitely the last thing on his mind. He would definitely notice them however, after you carefully hold him close to you after another one of his nightmares he had. Gently stroking his hair while holding him towards your chest, mumbling to him that everything will be alright. He didn’t even notice the way he had clung onto you. But you didn’t mind that. All that you wanted to do was reassure him and try to give him the strength he needs to push through this. His heart filled with warmth at your kindness and at the support you lend him. Every time when he struggles, he just looks at you and he immediately feels better. He will definitely try to reassure your worries and try to be there for you the way you always seem to be there for him.

Merry:

I think he would be a little like Pippin when it comes to the realization of his feelings. Like, he would definitely not notice his feelings at first, but after you did protect him from a few Orcs, he couldn’t help but admire you. He wanted to get stronger (and maybe protect you too yk?) So he will definitely learn a few sword fighting skills from Boromir and Aragorn, but he will mostly try to practice with you. To understand the way you swing your sword and to understand the fighting tactics you use. (He also just wanted to spend more time with you) And maybe just maybe when the time has come, he will raise his sword against an Orc and protect you.

Pippin:

Oh he would definitely take his time realizing his feelings. But he does realize them, after he notices that you seem to be one of the only people who was not completely mad at him for his constant clumsiness. Yes, he made mistakes. But that is normal, isn’t it? Everyone makes mistakes and you try to explain that to him. The way you try to make him understand that even Gandalf or Aragorn took wrong turns in their lives made him feel a little bit better. You would explain to him that mistakes need to happen in order for him to grow as a person. Nobody is perfect, is what you told him with a beaming smile. But he couldn’t believe your words if you sat in front of him and just existed. He would definitely try and make you laugh as much as possible. Especially if the days or nights are rough and maybe everything is grey, he definitely still will try to brighten your day with either very silly harmless jokes or pranks.

#lotr x reader #legolas x reader #aragorn x reader #boromir x reader #gimli x reader #frodo x reader #sam x reader #pippin x reader #merry x reader #the fellowship x reader #listen i tried ok

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merrycrisis-if · 8 months ago

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So is merry crisis not gonna be an if anymore but rather a vn? What does that mean for its progress? I'm a bit worried tbh...

Also i thought you were working alone on it but you keep saying "we" in your new monsoon games posts? I'm genuinely confused about everything. Maybe i missed smth...

Heya! Super fair question, and I get where you're coming from. I love Merry Crisis as it is right now, and I know how concerning it may be to see me spending time "fixing something that ain't broke".

I just want to emphasise two things that I think might reassure you somewhat:

I'm very much still focusing on writing Merry Crisis above all else, and that's always going to be my priority. (I love writing first and foremost!)

That said, I've been giving it a lot of thought, and I do truly believe that my vision for Merry Crisis leans more toward visual novel than it is fully text-based; the reason why I started with COG/HG is simply that it was the thing that got me into Interactive Fiction, and the only language I knew 2 years ago. Now, 2 years later, I can genuinely say that my coding/programming skills have improved, and discovering Ren'py really clicked. Like, I feel in my bones that this is the form of the story that I want to tell, and I'm glad to have it in my arsenal/as one of my options now.

On the second point, I hope it at least counts for something that I am not making the decision lightly, and I genuinely think that when you guys see it in the form I'm imagining, you'll love it too/be as excited as I am. More details / answers to the rest of your questions below the cut.

I'm still going to be focusing on writing merry crisis while I find artists- and even when I do settle on artists, since I won't be the one doing the art (thankfully), writing progress should still be made at the same(ish) speed.

That said, porting to a visual novel format does require a fair amount of editing, and yes, I will need to balance that with writing new content.

As for the actual details of implementation and what language/format I will be updating in, I am currently writing the new chapter in choicescript, and it will be updated in that format for 1 more chapter at least (possibly more). Hope that answers things!

#merry crisis #interactive fiction #if #asks

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vividiana · 5 months ago

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tastes like she might be the one

pairing: Astarion x f!Dark Urge · word count: 5.3k

rating: E for shameless smut (MDNI)

tags: blood drinking, period sex, oral sex, face-sitting, vaginal fingering, masturbation, Astarion being a little feral, porn with (some) plot, idiots in love, post-canon, general Durge spoilers

“Well, all of that’s to say that if you would like to… indulge, this might be your one and only chance to do so.” “Oh. I see.” Astarion’s eyes light up at the idea and Eve’s breath hitches when he takes a couple steps closer, his face just inches away when he says: “Then I suppose we better make it count.”

a/n: I did it, I succumbed to the Urge and wrote a period kink oneshot. hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

tagging some of my lovely moots who were hyping me up as I shared snippets from this fic: @khywren @nerdallwritey @xxnashiraxx @obsessedwhyyes @verbenaa @bby-bel-art @hellethil @arzen9 (thank you so much for getting excited about this with me. tbh it would have still been sitting in my wip doc if it weren’t for you all ❤️)

the title is from "LUNCH" by Billie Eilish

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As Eve is leaving the market, she feels her lower abdomen clench painfully in a manner she doesn’t recognize. She winces, tightening her grip on the grocery bags and tries to figure out what mundane malady it could be this time as she hurries back to the apartment.

Soon, she reaches the familiar facade, but as she goes for the handle, the door swings open. Eve startles when she sees Astarion, wide-eyed and visibly tense.

“What are you doing?” she yelps when he pulls her inside, standing just inches away from the pool of sunlight spilling onto the hardwood floors. “Get away from the door!”

She kicks it shut behind her, the room safely dim again. But Astarion seems to pay no mind to the obvious danger, as he grabs the bags from her and puts them on the ground, before turning her around and assessing her body as if looking for something.

“What happened? Where is it? Show me.”

“Where is what? Are you okay?”

“The wound!” he shrieks, voice high-pitched from nerves. “Hells, I can smell your blood, I could smell it from blocks away. Did someone attack you? Who do I have to kill?”

Eve freezes as the pieces connect in her mind. The pain. The scent of blood that was imperceptible to her but obvious as alarm bells to Astarion’s senses.

Eve laughs at the absurdity of it, Astarion’s eyes widening even further as he tries to fathom what in the Hells she’s on about. Bhaal hand-sculpted her for one purpose and one purpose only, designed her to carry out his gory vision most efficiently, and yet he still made her bleed like this…?

“Oh, that petty son of a bitch!” Eve says to no one in particular. After a deep breath, she reaches for Astarion’s hands and explains in a calmer tone: “I’m not hurt, Star. I think I just got my period. It’s as novel to me as it is to you, honestly.”

She watches as Astarion’s expression cycles through a series of emotions, so clear and unfiltered. First confusion, then relief, and finally a peculiar mix of glee and dread.

“Oh. Oh. ALRIGHT.” He takes a step back, frantically looking up and down her body. When his mouth opens again, words spill out in a chaotic monologue punctuated by nervous giggles. “Fear not, I am so prepared for this. Well, truth be told, my only knowledge about half-elves and menstruation comes from Shadowheart and I don’t know how reliable that is, she tends to be a tad dramatic, don’t you think? But let’s think hmmm… A bath! Would you like me to draw you a bath? Wait, no, you must be hungry, let’s make you some food first.”

He reaches for the grocery bags and darts upstairs.

“Are you sure you’re feeling okay?” Eve asks warily as she follows him up to the kitchenette.

“Oh yes darling, I am doing quite SPLENDID myself, I am just concerned about your comfort!!”

Rather unceremoniously, Astarion turns the grocery bags upside down, produce tumbling in all directions across the counter. He grabs a small knife and begins to peel some potatoes whilst aggressively humming Down by the River.

As Eve watches his frantic movements, her stomach drops in realization.

“Star…” she starts, walking up to him.

“YES, my dearest?”

“Is the blood… distracting?”

Astarion’s nervous, high-pitched giggle is enough of a confirmation.

“OH YES! Incredibly so! But do not worry about me, the concern right now should be YOUR COMFORT.”

“Oh gods,” Eve sighs, massaging her temples. “Is this what the next tenday is going to look like?”

“TENDAY?” Astarion stabs the counter, the tip of the knife wedged into the wooden surface. There is sheer panic in his eyes when he turns around and asks: “You bleed for a tenday?”

“I don’t know, this is a first! But as far as I know, people can bleed for anywhere from three to ten days?”

“THAT’S FINE. We will get through this together!” He yanks the knife out and resumes his task.

Eve stands there for a moment, watching him, unsure of what to do with herself.

“Are you hungry, is that the problem? Would feeding on me help?”

For a moment, Astarion freezes. He turns around, knife in hand, his gaze slipping down Eve’s body for a split second.

“What exactly are you offering?” he asks when he meets her eyes again, and Eve can feel her cheeks grow hotter in an instant.

“GODS, ASTARION.”

“I’M JUST SAYING–”

“YES, I KNOW WHAT YOU’RE SAYING–”

“IT COULD HELP WITH YOUR CRAMPS–”

“OKAY, I’M GOING TO TAKE A BATH NOW, BYE.”

“SOUNDS GOOD, I’LL KEEP PEELING–”

“YOU’VE ALREADY PEELED A DOZEN POTATOES, THAT’S TOO MANY POTATOES FOR ONE PERSON.”

“I’M STILL LEARNING, GIVE ME A BREAK.”

“OKAY I’M LEAVING NOW, I LOVE YOU.”

“I LOVE YOU TOO.”

Eve storms off to the bathroom. As she starts pouring water into the tub, she tries to push away the mental image of Astarion’s head between her thighs.

She adds some lavender oil into the water and gets inside, the hot temperature helping soothe her cramps. She leans her head against the edge of the tub, trying to make sense of all this.

Perhaps the reason she doesn’t remember this happening before is because her body put this particular function on hold while she was fighting for her life every day, sleeping on the ground, and eating irregularly. But now in the six months since the Netherbrain fell, she has been able to finally feel safe, giving her organism a chance to settle back into its natural rhythm.

It still doesn’t explain why Bhaal didn’t just skip this part in the design process, but Eve does not even want to begin to understand his sick and twisted ways, so she pushes those thoughts away and tries to relax.

After fifteen minutes or so, there is a light knock on the door.

“Yes?”

The door creaks and Eve opens her eyes to see Astarion with a mug in his hand, looking a tad embarrassed.

“Hello,” he says as he continues to stand awkwardly in the doorway.

“You can come in, I won’t bite.”

He walks up and places the steaming mug on a stool by the tub. Eve can smell the mix of chamomile, ginger, and something else she doesn’t recognize. Astarion kneels beside her, arms propped on the edge of the tub.

“I brewed you some herbs that should help ease the pain. And there’s stew cooking, it will be done in an hour or so.”

“Thank you.” She reaches for his hand and places a kiss on his knuckles, eliciting a soft smile.

“I’m sorry about earlier. It was a lot to process all at once. I thought you might be bleeding out on the street somewhere and I couldn’t do anything about it, I was just stuck inside waiting for you to come back. And then you waltz in here as if nothing happened and once I knew you were safe, the smell of your blood was–” He trails off with an absentminded smile. “Well, let’s just say I’ve gotten somewhat accustomed to it now, but it is still quite distracting.”

“I’m sorry you were so worried, that must have been terrifying.”

“It was. But I also should have known that if anyone was foolish enough to attack you, you could handle it just fine. Anyways, you should drink your tea,” he says, passing her the mug. She takes a sip, the herbal mix blossoming on her tongue, and hands it back to him. “Are you enjoying the bath?”

“Yes, the hot water is helping a lot. But, I’m afraid there is something wrong with our tub.”

“Which is?” he asks, raising his eyebrow.

“It’s missing an elf.”

“Ah, an easy fix,” he says with a smile.

Eve takes another sip of her tea as Astarion slips out of his clothes. She shuffles forward to make space for him, and he slowly lowers himself into the tub behind her, gasping as he touches the hot water. She leans back against his chest, nestling into his open arms.

After a moment of silence, Astarion asks:

“So, we don’t have to talk about him if you don’t want to… But, um… Doesn’t this seem like a design flaw?”

“No, we do have to talk about him, because what in the actual fuck was he thinking? As if my whole life wasn’t bloody enough. And I can’t even justify it in any pragmatic way, because it’s not like I needed to bear more Bhaalspawn. I was supposed to be the last one!”

“Daddy’s special girl.”

“Do not ever say that again.” She elbows him and Astarion laughs behind her.

After her bath and dinner, Eve decides to head downstairs and visit Derryth while the apothecary is still open. She explains the situation and asks for some menstrual cloths and anything that could help ease her cramps. The woman watches her intently as she listens, brows furrowed.

“Okay, so personally this is none of my business of course,” Derryth says, raising her hands defensively. “But as an apothecary, I feel obligated to ask: are you aware that you do not need to bleed every month? There are ways you can stop it.”

“There are?”

“Yes. Well, but first: are you and Astarion trying to conceive?”

Eve just stares blankly ahead as her life flashes before her eyes. It’s not something she ever thought to consider, she just assumed… Well, he is undead, after all.

“Umm… is that even… possible?” she asks weakly. “Given our… situation?”

“Under regular circumstances, no,” Derryth rushes to answer and Eve sighs with barely concealed relief, “but I’ve heard of some rituals… I don’t know, Eve, stranger things have happened. But no, unless you go out of your way to achieve it, you’re safe.”

“Okay. Then no, we are absolutely not trying to conceive. Gods, could you imagine–”

“I’d rather not,” Derryth says curtly. “Now, if that’s the case, then there is absolutely no need for you to suffer every moon. There are different ways you can go about it, the one that seems most popular with my clients is this tonic,” she says as she pulls out a couple of bottles from the drawer behind her and places them on the counter. “It’s fairly easy to use, it comes in these little bottles and you drink one the first night of each tenday. And there you go, problem solved.”

“That sounds… awfully easy,” Eve says as she eyes the medicine before her.

“Well, yes, because it is.”

“Does it have any side effects?”

“Of course it doesn’t. It’s supposed to make your life easier, not harder,” Derryth says with the patience of a parent explaining the most obvious concept to their child.

Eve gets a month’s supply to try out, along with some pain medicine to help carry her over before the tonic starts to work. When she gets back to the apartment, she shows Astarion the bottles and explains how it all works.

“That’s probably for the best,” he says. “I’m glad you won’t have to go through this pain again.”

“Yes, me too, but…” Eve hesitates for a moment, but the memory of Astarion’s frantic energy from this morning is enough to give her the confidence to suggest: “Well, all of that’s to say that if you would like to… indulge, this might be your one and only chance to do so.”

“Oh. I see.” Astarion’s eyes light up at the idea and Eve’s breath hitches when he takes a couple steps closer, his face just inches away when he says: “Then I suppose we better make it count.”

There is a moment of tense silence as they regard each other, Eve’s chest rising and falling heavily at his proximity.

But then the final thread of self-control snaps and Astarion pulls her closer, capturing her mouth in a greedy kiss, swallowing up the gasp that slips past Eve’s lips as she opens up to him. Suddenly, the air around her is all citrus and spice, Astarion’s scent and taste mixing into an intoxicating combination. It could easily sweep her off her feet were it not for his hands digging into her hips, anchoring her against him.

With a firm tug to her lower lip, Astarion breaks away, an undeniable urgency to his movements as his mouth slips down to her neck and he inhales sharply, head nuzzled against her. His voice is low and breathy when he says:

“Hells, you smell divine.”

With bated breath, she awaits the sharp sting of his fangs, wanting nothing more than to give him everything he craves. But instead, Astarion’s hands slip down to the back of her thighs and Eve’s body instinctively follows, like it’s a routine they’ve been rehearsing. She jumps, legs wrapping around his waist as if that’s precisely where they belonged.

Eve sinks her fingers into his soft curls, kissing him with a newfound ferocity. She barely registers the steps Astarion takes until with a loud clatter, he kicks a chair out of his way, and she realizes they’re at the dining table. He lets go of her with one hand to push his notes to the side, pieces of parchment flying to the floor as he seats her on the edge.

Astarion breaks the kiss, pinning her in place under his watchful gaze, the room silent save for the heavy pounding of Eve’s heart.

“Indulge, you say? Don’t mind if I do.”

Astarion sinks down to his knees before her, and the sight of it alone is enough to make Eve’s head spin with need, the overwhelming desire to feel his mouth against her skin, to hear the savory sounds that escape his throat every time he tastes her.

He tugs at her waistband and Eve lifts herself off the table just enough to let him pull her pants down and toss them to the side. Astarion swallows hard when she parts her legs for him and it looks like it’s taking him every ounce of self-determination to not rip off the final barrier between them and devour her right there and then.

His hands reach up to push her back, and she leans away, propped on her elbows, not daring to miss out on a single moment of this hypnotizing spectacle. A low, guttural sound rumbles out of his chest as he presses his lips to her plush thigh and starts kissing up, closer, and closer, and–

Eve winces at a sharp stab of pain that begins to radiate down her thighs and up her spine in a throbbing, dull shiver, the hard wooden surface beneath her doing nothing to soothe her discomfort.

Astarion pauses, leaning away to meet her eyes.

“Are you alright, love?”

“I, um–” she sighs, bemoaning the need to be rational at a moment like this. “I am loving this energy, I really am. But there is no way we’re doing this on a table, my back is killing me.”

“I suppose we can make do with a bed, then.”

He wastes no time as he rises to his feet and scoops her up, and in that moment Eve is convinced that she could get used to being carried like this. Astarion rushes to the bedroom to find Scratch splayed out across the mattress, raising his head curiously as they enter.

“Out,” he orders with poorly concealed desperation.

The dog whines, but darts out of the room obediently, and Astarion kicks the door shut behind him. He lowers her onto the edge of the bed and retrieves some pillows to place under her back.

“Are you comfortable?”

“Yes, I feel quite spoiled, actually. Are you comfortable?” she asks, unconvinced, watching as he once again gets to his knees on the hardwood floor.

“Oh, trust me, I am exactly where I want to be,” he says in a tone that erases any lingering trace of doubt from her mind.

Eve falls silent as Astarion’s hands begin to snake up her thighs, lithe fingers reaching the hem of her underwear, eyes meeting hers for a final confirmation that feels superfluous given their current predicament, and yet he still seeks it. Eve nods slowly, her throat too tight with anticipation to utter a sound, and she watches as Astarion hooks his fingers in and begins to slide the garment off her body with nigh religious reverence.

Once it slips down to her knees, she can finally get a better view and gods damn it, she changed into clean clothes less than an hour ago and already the fabric is ruined, a dark, rust-colored stain blooming along the gusset.

Eve shuffles her legs, helping Astarion slide the underwear completely off her. She expects him to toss it on the floor, but instead she watches, transfixed, as he folds it meticulously before slipping it into his pant pocket.

“Excuse you–”

But her objection dies in her throat at the sight of Astarion parting her thighs with unmatched focus. For a moment he just kneels there completely still, pupils blown wide, watching her like a predator poised to strike. It would be unnerving if it wasn’t him.

He hooks his arms under her thighs and pulls her closer, resting her legs on his shoulders.

Under his scrutinous gaze she becomes utterly aware of the wetness between her thighs, blood and arousal mixing into one. Suddenly, her mind drifts away from her kneeling lover to the softness of the silk bed sheets beneath her, the sheets that they got as a housewarming gift from Shadowheart, the ones that Astarion was so excited about, and however weakly, she whispers:

“Wait– We’re going to ruin the sheets–”

Her words seem to snap Astarion out of his trance and he looks up from the sanguine scene before him to meet her gaze.

“I can live with that.”

And as if to prove his point, he lunges forward, their moans mixing in unison the moment his tongue drags a firm line along her center. His grip on her tightens, surely enough to bruise, but Eve is way past the point of caring. Damn the bruises, damn the sheets, all that matters right now is the inferno raging within her, the ungodly sounds erupting from the depth of Astarion’s chest as he feasts on her like a man starved.

Eve’s elbows give in beneath her and she falls back on the pillows, losing sight of his efforts. Instead she reaches for him, nails scraping against his scalp, legs crossed behind his head and urging him closer. Astarion’s nose presses deliciously against her clit as his tongue enters her time and time again, his groans vibrating through her core.

One of his hands wanders to the hem of her shirt, lifting it up past the soft curve of her stomach. He leans away ever so lightly, lips brushing against her as he pleads:

“I need to see all of you.”

Eve complies, the tempo of Astarion’s tongue hastening the moment the linen slips past her the stiff peaks of her nipples. As she tosses her blouse to the side, she is struck by how completely bare she is before him, all the while Astarion looks as if he might have just come home from work, every button accounted for, every thread in place. A perfect picture of composure, were it not for the state of his curls, dampened with sweat and flattened against the grip of her thighs, nor the blood smeared against every inch of his exposed skin.

His tongue leaves her, but before she can protest this newfound emptiness, his mouth shifts up, lips closing around her clit with a firm suck as a single finger teases her entrance. Astarion slips inside with no resistance, one knuckle deep, tormenting her with how it’s simultaneously overwhelming and not nearly enough.

“Please, Star–”

But before the words fully leave her lips, they blossom into a wanton moan as he sheathes his finger, and beckons her, brushing against the spot that makes her feel weightless, like she is not of this world.

She bucks her hips into him and he moans against her cunt, encouraged by her reaction, and soon enough a second finger follows. He slides in slowly, the stretch combined with the suction of his lips pushing any previous aches and discomfort from her mind, leaving naught but an all-encompassing surrender, delicious pressure rising within her.

Through the haze, she reaches down, fingers teasing the points of his ears, and she knows exactly what she is doing, knows the effect it has on him, how it coaxes the sweetest sounds from his lips she is sure she will never get enough of.

She recalls the first time she did it, over a year ago, back when neither of them knew how to define the curious companionship that has grown between them. It elicited the most unrestrained noise she ever heard from him and Astarion must have been taken aback by it, too, because he tore her hands away from him, pinning them above her head. He told her then that she was playing with fire but she couldn’t help it, couldn’t tear her eyes away from the blaze.

It consumes them both now, eliciting the most obscene sounds from her love, his fingers picking up speed as they dart in and out of her, brushing deep inside with every stroke.

She knows she won’t last long, cannot last long, not with the way he has become fluent in the language of her body, knowing exactly which strings to pull to make her sing.

And sing she does, mouth falling open with praises that get increasingly terser, until the only word she can remember is his name.

She cries it out as she grasps the sheets, the moment the pleasure becomes uncontainable, when it lights up every nerve, every inch of her skin. It’s a trust fall and he is right there to catch her, just as he always is. Just as he always will be.

Astarion’s grip doesn’t soften as she rides out this crest, his mouth and fingers relentless in drawing every last one of her moans, her eyes shut in pure bliss.

But then eventually all of her energy evaporates, her thighs growing slack around him, and Astarion retracts slowly, placing the softest kiss on her clit before getting to his feet.

Eve feels the mattress dip as he crawls towards her and she somehow wills her eyelids to open, only to witness Astarion’s bloodied fingers slip into his mouth, his eyes fluttering shut as he begins to suck. The display is enough to make her throat go dry, skin flaring up with want that never got the chance to subside.

Finally when he salvages every single drop, he lets go, eyes meeting hers as his fingers leave his mouth. Eve takes in the gory state of him: there is blood on his lips and chin of course, but also some on his nose, and is that…? Yes, somehow a bit of it found its way to his brow line. She can’t help but laugh as she tucks a flattened curl behind his ear.

“You look…”

“Happy?” Astarion offers, making a show of licking his lips in a manner that is surely against some moral law.

“I was going to say insatiable.”

“You would be correct,” he admits as he cups her cheek.

He kisses her deeply, his taste a heady mixture of them both, laced with the metallic tinge of her blood. And suddenly their bodies are flush against one another once more, hands wandering, the unmistakable evidence of his arousal pressed against her thigh. Eve’s hand slithers down between them, Astarion’s jaw going slack the moment she palms his still-clothed cock.

Her breath hitches at the feel of him in her hand, but Astarion seems to have a plan of his own because he manages to compose himself, leaning away to ask:

“Can you take more?”

“Try me,” she dares, the attempted edge of her words dulled by how breathless she is.

A wide grin blooms on Astarion’s face, the tips of his fangs glinting in the moonlight when he asks:

“How is your back?”

It takes her a second to register the meaning of his question. Truth be told, she completely forgot about it, the pain pushed out into the far corners of her mind by the overwhelming pleasure.

“It’s better.”

“Excellent. Do you think you can sit up?”

“Yes?” she says, unsure of where he is going with this.

Astarion leans away enough to pull his shirt over his head, and then rests on his back, tapping his shoulders as he says:

“Then sit.”

“What?” she asks, swallowing hard.

“You heard me.”

Slowly, Eve gets to her knees, trying to ignore the way the wetness pooled between her thighs seems to shift with the movement. But the shameless anticipation painted on Astarion’s face is enough to weed out any sprouting insecurities, and so she moves up, caging his head between her thighs and gripping the carved headboard for support.

There is a moment of stillness when she hovers over him, and then Astarion’s gaze travels from her face down to her core and he licks his lips at the sight because of course he does.

Eve rolls her eyes and says:

“You’re ridicul–”

But before she can finish the thought, Astarion grabs her waist and pulls her down, forcing an ungodly gasp out of her and suddenly all she can think about is how overwhelming the feeling of his mouth is in that position. Astarion gives her a slight, encouraging shove, and Eve starts rocking against him, chasing the friction that feeds the tempest brewing within her.

Astarion seems to be completely lost in the feeling, clawing at her thighs and moaning against her cunt in a way that vibrates deliciously up her spine. Eve wants to hear more of those sweet sounds, so she looks back, witnessing the erection straining against his pants and she reaches out to stroke him through the fabric. He groans, the movements of his tongue growing sloppier by the second, as she’s trying to unlace his pants with one hand without losing her balance.

“Need a little– Ah– Help,” she gasps when the task quickly proves beyond her current capabilities.

Astarion lets go of her thighs, nimble fingers moving to unfasten the garment in no time. He pulls his pants and underwear down just enough to free his untouched cock and Eve’s mouth waters as she catches a glimpse of how hard and flushed it is.

She leans back, propping herself with one hand as the other reaches out to spread the bead of precum over the head. As much as she can muster from that position, she starts to stroke him, encouraged by the truly obscene sounds that start erupting from his throat.

But then she feels her side cramp up, her arm giving in beneath her. Astarion’s hands dart to grasp at her waist to keep her from collapsing.

“Bad idea,” she admits as she regains her balance, clutching at the headboard.

Astarion hums a noncommittal ‘mhm’ against her center as he settles back into a rhythm. His tongue is relentless in forcing ragged gasps out of her, but Eve wants to give him more, so in a flash of lust-laced genius, she offers:

“Bite me.”

Astarion’s eyes widen, his pupils dilated to the point where she can barely see the scarlet encircling them. He turns his head to the side and Eve would mourn the loss of his touch, were it not immediately compensated by the deep guttural moan that escapes his mouth the moment his teeth sink into her thigh.

Somehow, in all this time together, they have never done this. The initial sting is much sharper than usual, but as Astarion starts to drink, blood leaving Eve’s body in greedy pulls, she feels the familiar throbbing sensation begin to radiate from the wound, her cunt pulsating with every sip he takes and oh gods–

She watches mesmerized as Astarion reaches down and starts to pump himself and the image alone is enough to push her towards the edge. Her fingers slip down to her center to gather some of her slick before gliding up, tracing circles around her clit, her movements matching the rhythmic groans that Astarion makes with every mouthful of her blood.

Eve knows that he’s close, recognizes it in the timbre of his voice, the furrowed line between his brows, the tension in his muscles as his strokes pick up pace. She swallows hard, wishing for nothing more than to watch him unravel beneath her, to witness–

It sneaks up on her this time, the electrifying shudder that tears through her body. Her mouth falls agape, knuckles white as they grip desperately at the headboard as if it’s the only thing keeping her tethered to reality. Through the bliss, she barely registers the final guttural moan coming from somewhere below, the thick, hot rivulets painting her back.

Astarion’s mouth reluctantly leaves her thigh, his tongue cleaning up any remains of blood off her skin. Eve can feel his hands come up to her waist to steady her, but for now all she can do is just sit there, breathing heavily, head spinning with blood loss and afterglow.

After a couple moments she wills her muscles to move, her legs shaky as she shuffles down Astarion’s body before collapsing on top of him. His arms drape softly around her and they lie there in silence, utterly spent.

Eventually, Astarion slips out from underneath her, and Eve would reach out to stop him if she had any energy left. Instead, she burrows her face into the pillow and listens to the soft clicks of Astarion’s heels against the floor (how did he keep his shoes on all this time?) as he rustles through some drawers.

When he returns, she feels his palm nestle in between her shoulder blades, his voice soft and steady when he utters the incantation:

“Te absolvo.”

Healing magic begins to radiate across her body, lifting the heaviness from her muscles and dissipating the fog clouding her mind. And then there is another sensation as what she assumes to be a warm wet cloth runs gently along her back before slipping between her thighs, erasing the evidence of whatever the Hells it was they just experienced.

Suddenly, Eve feels a pang of disappointment and she voices it by mumbling incomprehensibly into the pillow.

“I don’t speak Ghukliak, love,” Astarion says.

Eve groans before turning her face to the side. She meets his amused gaze, spotting the Amulet of Silvanus that adorns his bare chest.

“I said: ‘are you done already?’ You don’t want more blood?”

Astarion laughs heartily as he grabs another cloth to clean his stomach and chest.

“Oh, and I’m the insatiable one? I always want more blood, dear, but you look like you could use a break, you know.”

“Excuse you, I feel excellent.”

And as if to prove it, she props herself up and sits on the edge of the mattress. She takes a sip from the water cup he left for her on the bedside table before getting to her feet.

Astarion watches her intensely as she approaches. Usually, he’s much more relaxed after he feeds, but Eve can see that there is still some tension in his features, his nostrils flaring ever so slightly as she steps into his space.

She knows he’s holding himself back.

And that just won’t do.

Her arms drape around his neck, and she leans in, lips brushing against his ear as she whispers:

“Take as much as you want, Star. It’s a rare treat, after all.”

Eve delights in the strained gasp that leaves his lips, in the caress of his hands that trail down to her waist before pulling her flush against him.

“How awfully selfless of you,” he drawls, leaning in to kiss her.

a/n: aaaaaand with that, I have officially passed 100k words on ao3. what a glorious way to reach that milestone 😅 I would love to hear your thoughts on this one, especially since I rarely write smut so any feedback is super helpful ❤️

#can I offer you some vampire smut to stave off the sunday scaries?#astarion x durge #astarion x the dark urge #durgestarion #bg3 fanfiction #astarion fanfiction #astarion smut #my fic

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