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Remembrance of you part 1

Lando Norris X You / 3.1K / slow burn

part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5 (coming soon)

Summary In this life, he’s a driver and you’re a girl trying not to fall for him, not again. You were supposed to be invisible, a cousin hidden under Ferrari red, tucked safely behind Charles Leclerc’s shadow. But fate never forgets its favourites. Once, in a life long buried by time, you stood on the edge of ruin, torn apart by duty, silence, and a falling legacy. Centuries later, under Monaco's golden sun and the scream of engines, your souls meet again, unaware of the story echoing in their bones. You dream of a forgotten crest, the piercing ache of sadness. He feels it in flashes, a phrase, the way your eyes hold storms and memories. As old symbols surface and the past claws its way into the present, an erased history, and love, quiet, steady, terrifying, beg for a second chance. If fate brings you together over and over, maybe this time, you’ll be brave enough not to run.

Warning None A/N This is going to be a pretty long ride, hope you'll enjoy it!

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Dreams, they work in mysterious ways. Some said that dreams are the reflection of real-life situations, stress and emotions. But this one was different. You had this one a couple of years back. It was just as vivid, and you were just as confused. You woke up unrested, back slightly sore. The soft sunlight peeked into your room. It was early morning, way earlier than the alarm you’d set the night before.

You stretched, and your brain reminded you of the schedule for the day. You stood at the window in your living room with a cup of water in your hand, you stared out at the view, Beausoleil, the French town next to Monaco, where you can see the ocean and the parts of Monaco in between.

The family crest. A tower, two horses and a star.

The image flashed across your brain, the one you dreamt of. You can’t remember where you’ve seen it, somehow you felt like this was not the first time you’ve dreamt about it. You reached a paper on your coffee table and sketched it down. The more you visualised it, the clearer it felt. There was sadness, subtle but there.

You met Charles at his apartment. Alex was out of town.

“Donc, le shooting est prévu pour cette semaine-là, mais il faut que tu me donnes ton emploi du temps pour qu’on vérifie avec le studio.”

(So, the shooting is expected to be this week here, but you need to give me your schedule so we can check with the studio.)

Both of you were sitting on opposite sides of the sofa, and you were going through the schedule with Charles. You were working on the upcoming release of his collection with Ferrari. You did a lot of projects for Charles, being his cousin, it was always easy for him to work with you. He had a lot of confidence and trust in you. Since F2, you’ve been gaining some experience by hanging around and learn how to manage these projects here and there. You briefly did an internship with McLaren, and you left for fashion houses before you started, mainly managing projects and events for Charles.

“C’est quoi?” (What is this?)

The doodle paper with the crest from the earlier morning slipped through your notebook, and Charles picked it up.

“T’as déjà vu quelques chose comme ça ou pas ? J’ai vu ça dans mes rêves, c’est chelou, les détails étaient hyper précis. “

(Have you seen something like this? I saw it in my dreams, it's weird, the details are super precise.)

“T’as cherché sur Internet?”

(Have you searched it on the internet?)

“Si, mais rien trouvé”

(I did, but found nothing.)

Charles kept looking at the drawing, brow furrowed, fingertips tracing the rough lines.

“Tu sais… ça me dit vaguement quelque chose. Pas dans un rêve, mais… peut-être dans un vieux livre ou un truc chez Papi et Mamie ?”

(You know... it vaguely reminds me of something. Not from a dream, but… maybe from an old book or something at grandpa and grandma’s place?)

You glanced at him, surprised. You hadn't thought about your childhood summers in years.

“Tu te rappelles le bureau à l’étage, la pièce qui sentait bizarre, le bois et la poussière ? Y avait plein de vieilleries, tu sais, tous les trucs que Mamie avait achetés en brocante.”

(Do you remember that study upstairs, the one that smelled weird, like wood and dust? There’s a bunch of old stuff, you know, all the things grandma bought at the flea market.)

You nodded slowly. But something tugged at you, this wasn’t just from a book, was it?

Charles handed the sketch back. “Ça te perturbe, hein ?”

(It’s messing with you, isn’t it?)

You folded the paper back into your notebook without answering. There was a pause, comfortable but weighty. You heard the hum of traffic far below. A seagull cried somewhere over the sea.

Charles exhaled, pushed his hair back. “Tu sais… T’as jamais reparlé de Lando.”

(You know… You never really talked about Lando again.)

The name dropped like a stone into water. Ripples, everywhere.

You looked up slowly. His tone hadn’t been accusatory. Just quiet. Observant.

“There wasn’t much to say,” you said. But your voice wasn’t as steady as you meant it to be.

“Franchement, je ne comprends pas comment tu fais pour ne jamais le croiser. Moi, je le vois toutes les deux semaines, minimum.”

(Honestly. I don’t understand how you do it not to bump into him. I run into him every other week, minimum.)

“Tu te rends compte que vous êtes dans le même championnat, genre… la Formule 1 ? “

(You realise you guys are in the same championship… like Formula 1?)

Charles smiled and rolled his eyes. “Non, mais genre… ici à Monaco.”

(No, but like… here in Monaco.)

“Je ne sais pas, moi j’habite à la campagne en France, pas à Monaco.”

(I don’t know, I live in the countryside of France, not Monaco.)

You joked, you literally live 20 minutes’ drive away, it was a joke you like to make all the time. You picked up the documents, sorting them back into your bag. Prepared to leave.

“Tu sais que tu vas forcément le croiser pendant le Grand Prix? Et cette fois-ci, t’auras pas l’excuse de te squatter dans l’hospitalité Ferrari“

(You know you will run into him at the Grand Prix? And this time, you won’t have an excuse to squat in Ferrari hospitality.)

You looked at Charles. No answer. Just slightly nodded. He didn’t press further.

“J’y vais, n’oublie pas l’emploi du temps !”

(I’m going, don’t forget the schedule!)

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Always good luck having a bright, beautiful day in Monaco. You were with Charles and Alex, making sure the pop-up for the collection is going well. It was hard to avoid the orange near the red, being second on the constructor championship behind McLaren, the hospitality is stuck between McLaren and Mercedes. And the pop-up had to be near the Ferrari and not the Mercedes. It was not really your choice to begin with.

You and Alex were talking about something when Charles was greeting people.

“It’s a clean layout,” Alex was saying. “The colour contrast looks so good in real life without being loud. It’s you. You did well.”

You gave a short smile. “Let’s just get through the rest of the day without anything catching fire, then I’ll believe you.”

Then you hear it, the laugh. You didn’t even hear it at first. You felt it. Like muscle memory. The way your shoulder instinctively tensed before the sound registered. Bright, warm, bubbling over in a way you used to mock, and love. A very specific laugh. The very specific laugh, the one you knew a little too well. You tried not to leave the little comfortable bubble of the conversation between you and Alex, but then Lewis came to greet Alex, and you instinctively stepped aside for the situation.

“Alex,” Lewis greeted, clasping his hand briefly. “Looking good. Love what’s been done with the space.”

That’s when Alex gestured to you.

“This is Y/N, she’s the project manager of the collection here.”

Lewis turned to you, smiling widely and genuinely. “Nice to meet you. I think I’ve seen you around before. It’s amazing here, I love the design and colours.”

You nodded, heart finally slowing. “Thank you. We tried to keep it bold, but heritage-based. Something true to Charles.”

Lewis strolled casually around the setup, asking thoughtful questions about a few jackets and accessories. You kept it professional, giving details without overexplaining. A small rhythm built up, and for a moment, it felt normal.

Until Lewis moved toward the lounge area, toward Charles, where you came face to face with Lando, whom you didn’t expect to still be there.

Your eyes locked, and the moment expanded. The background noise dulled, as if someone had dropped a curtain between you and the rest of the world.

He seemed to look exactly the same. A little more mature, not at all the same, but familiar.

“Hey, man,” Lewis said, walking up to Lando with a nod. “Cool stuff here, you might like it. Y/N’s the chef here, I think you’ll like what she had for all this.”

Your name landed like a pebble in a quiet pool.

Lando looked at Lewis, then at you. A beat passed. Then he smiled, a little too tight, a little too delayed.

“Hi. It’s… been a while.”

You swallowed. “Yeah. It has.”

Lewis’s brows lifted slightly, eyes darting between the two of you. “Oh, you two knew each other?”

Lewis was a bit surprised. He’d seen you around in Ferrari hospitality. He knew you worked with Charles, but you were mostly hidden in the back.

You barely registered the question before you answered, your tone measured and easy. “Yeah, sort of. I was briefly an intern at McLaren.”

Lando’s lips parted like he might say something more, but Charles appeared, smooth, casual, and just a touch too perfect in his timing. He saw and sensed the situation, and he came to save the day. You may be his cousin, but you’re like his little sister to him.

“Lewis!” he greeted warmly, offering the distraction you didn’t realise you needed. “Glad you made it, come, I’ll show you the back capsule. There’s a piece I want your opinion on.”

You barely heard the rest of the conversation, grateful that Charles didn’t even glance at you as he whisked Lewis away with practised charm.

Lando stayed where he was for a few seconds, hands tucked into his pockets, watching after the two of them. Then slowly, his eyes drifted back to you.

His voice, quiet. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”

You looked down. Then up. Composed. Detached. “Yeah”, you nodded a bit, his confusion is understandable.

And before he could say anything else, Alex called your name from the front. You turned, clipboard already up like a shield, and walked away.

Lando leaned against the back counter of the hospitality suite, a bottle of water in hand, unopened. His thumb rubbed against the condensation, unfocused. A blur of voices buzzed around him, engineers, PR, Zak in the corner giving someone a rundown, but it all filtered out.

He could still see your face. Still the same, a little more mature, but familiar. And a déjà vu. It’s happening again. When he saw you today at the pop-up, something familiar, the sadness was too strong. It didn’t make much sense. When it comes to you, it never made much sense for him anyway.

‘Yeah, sort of. I was briefly an intern at McLaren.’ The words rang in his ears.

That was it. Just that. Like it was nothing. Like that was the extent of what you were to him.

Like those times spent together out of work didn’t happen, that entire summer break you spent sending voice notes back and forth meant nothing.

He hadn’t known you were working with Charles. He thought maybe you were in Paris now, or New York, doing brand launches or working with faceless models in editorial shoots. He thought he saw your shadow on the Paddock but kept telling himself he needed to get over it, guess those were not your shadow, you were there this whole time.

He exhaled, long and slow. Leaned his head back until it hit the wall behind him. The same pressure was building in his chest again. He thought he was past it. That he’d moved on. But one second of seeing you and…

“Mate, you good?” Oscar asked, walking in with two coffees, one already half gone.

“Yeah.” Lando straightened up, cracked the bottle open. “Just need to wake up.”

Oscar squinted, unconvinced. “Looked like you saw a ghost down at Ferrari.”

Lando smirked, shrugged. “Maybe I did.”

But inside, he knew. It wasn’t a ghost. He thought it was. But it turned out to be worse. It was someone he never got closure with. Someone who used to feel at home. And now you looked at him like a stranger.

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Three years ago, you were an intern at Woking. Being Charles’ cousin did open some doors for you, but you also had to earn it hard. The good thing was that you are not on the Leclerc side of the family. You are on his mother’s side of the family. You don’t share the family name, easier to cover that information.

You weren’t supposed to be in the sim room that day. Not technically.

Your manager had asked you to drop off some updated press pack notes, and the team’s usual runner was off sick, so you offered. You were only a few weeks into your internship, mostly buried in event coordination, activation decks, and brand launch timelines, but you were hungry to understand how the whole machine worked.

The halls were quieter than you expected. Clean, clinical. Still impressive, even after your third or fourth internal tour. You knocked twice and entered. A pause. No one immediately responded.

And then you saw him. Lando Norris, you know, he was around your age, but he was already a talented podium driver in F1 competing with Charles.

Headphones half on, race boots off, hair a little messy from the helmet. He leaned back in the sim rig, squinting at telemetry data.

He noticed you before you could back out.

“Uh…hi,” he said, blinking like he wasn’t sure if you were real or a hologram. “You lost?”

You almost said yes, just to get out quicker. But you shook your head and held up the folder. “No. I’m with PR. Just dropping this off.”

“Oh,” he said, and stood up. “Sorry, I didn’t think anyone was coming in. Everyone’s gone for lunch.”

You nodded, stepping forward carefully, setting the folder on the table next to the screen.

He glanced at your name badge, then smiled. “Y/N. Right?”

You were slightly surprised he knew it. “Yeah.”

“I’ve seen your name on the call sheets. You did the merch rollout for Silverstone, yeah?”

You blinked. “Yeah. I mean…I helped.”

He grinned. “That was a sick launch. You guys made us look cooler than we are.”

You allowed yourself a small smile. “That’s the job.”

He nodded, grabbed a bottle of water, and leaned against the edge of the desk. “You're always that efficient?”

You tilted your head. “Meaning?”

“Came in, no small talk, folder down, ready to vanish. Like a spy. PR ninja.”

You laughed before you could help it. “I didn’t know I was interrupting.”

“You weren’t,” he said quickly. “Actually, it’s kind of nice. Everyone in here is usually… intense.”

He hesitated, then nodded toward the rig. “Wanna try it?”

You blinked. “The sim?”

“Yeah.”

You looked at the massive setup. “I’d probably crash in the first ten seconds.”

“Most people do,” he said with a grin. “I won’t tell anyone. Scout’s honour.”

You narrowed your eyes playfully. “You were not a scout.”

“No,” he admitted, “but I do honour chaos.”

That made you laugh again. And for some reason, you stayed for a couple of laps, which only delayed your lunch and nothing more. Sat in the sim. Crashed exactly as predicted. Twice. He didn’t tease too much. He showed you how to recover. Gave you tips. And you forgot, for a little while, that you were supposed to be just an intern. Just a quiet name on a spreadsheet. That was the first time.

You found yourself drifting back to the garage more often than your internship schedule called for.

Lando had this effortless charm, laughing loudly, quick with a joke, always surrounded by people. But when he caught you watching a tricky pit stop or chatting about PR campaigns, his smile softened.

One afternoon, after a long media day, he asked if you wanted to grab a coffee. You almost said no. But you didn’t. The coffee shop was quiet, tucked away from the buzz of the track, where the roar of engines faded into a distant hum. He told stories about karting in Surrey, his love for music and design, and how racing wasn’t always as glamorous as it looked on TV. You shared your own dreams, cautiously, careful not to get too personal.

But as the weeks passed, you noticed the other side.

How Lando’s phone buzzed with messages from different girls. The playful winks at hospitality guests. The way he slipped away for ‘late-night parties’ you were never invited to. Not that you were supposed to.

One afternoon, leaning against the pit wall, you asked him, “Don’t you ever want something… more? Something steady?”

He looked at you, eyebrows raised, then laughed. “Y/N, steady is boring. You don’t get to be in F1 without a little chaos.”

You bit back a sigh, and you fake-laughed with him instead.

Because you wanted to believe there was room for both. For the bright flashes and the quiet moments. For the driver and the guy behind the helmet. But the warning bell in your head was loud. You weren’t sure you wanted to get too close.

The paddock was mostly quiet. The hum of machines had faded, and only a few mechanics lingered, finishing up their last checks. The fluorescent lights above buzzed softly.

You were sitting on a crate near the garage entrance, scrolling through your phone, trying to catch a moment of calmness before the chaos of tomorrow’s race weekend.

Lando appeared beside you, holding two bottles of water, a little breathless from running.

“Thought you might need this,” he said, handing you one.

You smiled softly, grateful. “Thanks.”

He sat down next to you, unusually close. The air shifted, lighter but charged.

“You know,” he started, voice lower, “I wasn’t joking when I said I liked chaos.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Yeah?”

He looked at you, eyes serious. “But you… You’re different. You’re efficient with your work, but chill off the work clock. It feels like… I don’t know. I kind of like that kind of steadiness.”

Your heart skipped, the words sinking deeper than you expected.

“Lando…” you started, but he cut you off gently.

“No pressure,” he said quickly, flashing that disarming grin. “Just saying.”

You bit your lip, looking away. “Taking it as a compliment.”

He reached out, brushing a loose strand of hair from your face. “I really like that, really.”

For a moment, the world narrowed to just the two of you.

Then, suddenly, a voice from down the hall broke the spell.

“Oi, Lando! You coming out or what?”

He stood up, flashing you a playful smirk. “Duty calls.”

You watched him walk away, and a few minutes later, from a distance, you caught him laughing, throwing an arm around a group of girls who had appeared seemingly out of nowhere.

Your chest tightened.

You reminded yourself:

This is the Lando everyone knows. The charming, flirty guy. He’s like that with everyone. Don’t get too close.

Because some chaos was better kept at arm’s length.

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formulafanfics13 · 12 days ago

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Heyy! Could I maybe request Ocon getting to know a reader who spent an exchange year in France but he doesn't know she speaks French and then he says something to one of his friends (like smth positive abt her) and she shows him that she understands? Idk if you get the idea but I really loved your other fics so I thought I could try :))

I don't mind at all if it's not your type of idea so don't feel pressured to do it!! Other than that I wish you a good day/night 🫶🫶

you understood that? - EO31

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Summary: You’re crashing the Haas hospitality on a casual weekend pass when Esteban Ocon assumes you don’t speak French — and calls you cute within earshot. You wait. You smirk. Then you answer him in fluent French, utterly levelling him in front of Ollie Bearman and his race engineer. He’s stunned, aroused, and completely unprepared for the fact that you just flipped his whole game on its head.

Warnings: none really. slow-burn tension, Ollie Bearman chaos cameo.

The Haas motorhome was a chaotic mix of post-practice stress and end-of-day fatigue, but you liked the energy. You weren’t officially anyone’s anything, just a friend of the team, kind of. A guest. A paddock pass courtesy of Ollie Bearman, who’d sworn it would “just be for Friday” but hadn’t really meant it. You were still around by Saturday. Somehow now sipping an iced coffee and sitting on one of the plush black sofas in hospitality like you’d always belonged there.

Which you sort of did. You’d spent a year in France on an exchange program during uni. Worked briefly for a Monaco-based start-up. Your French was fluent, though you rarely used it outside of the occasional airport meltdown or wine-fuelled tangent. So when Esteban Ocon walked into the room with his race suit hanging halfway off his hips, hair damp from the debrief shower, speaking in fast, relaxed French to Laura, his race engineer, you clocked every word.

You didn’t flinch. Didn’t react. Just kept sipping your coffee like you were stupid and pretty and utterly clueless. “C’est elle, tu vois?” Esteban murmured, eyes flicking toward you casually as he leaned over the table. “Elle est toujours là. J’en sais rien, mais… elle est différente. Je la trouve mignonne.” (That’s her, you see? She’s always here. I don’t know what it is, but… she’s different. I think she’s cute. *excuse my bad translation, I do not speak French!*)

You almost choked on your straw. Cute? Seriously?

“Elle ne parle pas français?” Laura asked, lowering his voice just slightly. (She doesn’t speak French?)

Esteban smirked. “Je pense pas. Elle a l’air… trop anglaise.” (I don’t think so. She seems… too English.)

You had to grip your cup tighter to keep from laughing. Oh, the sweet, sweet irony.

“Esteban, bro,” Ollie called from across the room, sliding into a seat beside you with a bowl of fruit like a fucking toddler. “Don’t flirt with my friend.”

Esteban just raised an eyebrow. “I’m not flirting.”

“Yes, you are.”

“I’m observing,” Esteban corrected smoothly.

You turned your head slightly, smiling up at him, keeping your voice innocent. “Anything good being observed?” Esteban blinked. His tongue pressed to the inside of his cheek. “Not unless you speak French,” he teased, casual, cocky.

Ollie snorted. “Don’t try that card. You could tell her she smells like petrol and she’d still smile.”

“She does smell nice,” Esteban said under his breath, not realising you caught every word.

You sat up straighter, tucking your legs beneath you, then turned just slightly so your gaze could catch his more directly. “Tu trouves?” (You think so?)

It was fucking cinematic. The silence. The beat of stunned air. Ollie nearly dropped his fork. Esteban froze like you’d tasered him mid-step. You didn’t let up.

“Et je suis vraiment ‘trop anglaise’ pour parler français, hein?” you asked sweetly, tilting your head. “Tu devrais dire ça à mes profs à Paris. Ils seraient ravis.” (And I’m really ‘too English’ to speak French, huh? You should tell that to my professors in Paris. They’d be thrilled.)

The flush that hit Esteban’s face was so immediate it made Ollie howl with laughter. Laura stifled a snort. Esteban stared at you, stunned, mouth slightly open, like he’d just been run off track in Q3 and couldn’t quite figure out where he’d lost control.

“You-” He shook his head, slow. “You speak fluent French?”

You batted your lashes. “C’est possible que je sois meilleure que toi.” (It’s possible I’m better than you.)

Ollie slapped the table. “never coming back from that one, mate.”

Esteban looked wrecked in the best way. But his recovery was smooth. So fucking smooth. He stepped forward, leaned on the back of the couch, so close to you now you could smell the post-shower scent of his skin, still faintly citrus and heat. He didn’t blink. “So,” he said, switching back to English, voice low. “You’ve been understanding me this whole time?”

“Mhm.”

“Everything I said to her?”

“Yep.”

“Even the part where I called you cute?”

You tilted your head. “Especially that part.”

A slow, wolfish grin curled across his face. “Well then,” he murmured, “maybe I’ll have to start saying more.”

You reached for your coffee again, hiding your smirk behind the lid. “Only if you can handle the consequences.”

“Is that a threat?”

You stood. Slowly. Stepped past him and brushed your hand against his as you walked toward the door. “It’s a promise.”

Esteban turned to Ollie, mouth open again. “Tu savais qu’elle parlait français?” (You knew she spoke French?)

Ollie beamed like Christmas had come early. “I knew she was gonna destroy you. I just didn’t know how.”

Esteban watched you disappear through the doors into the hallway, eyes glazed with shock and heat and the kind of realisation that only comes when your entire mental playbook has been shredded by a single, perfect sentence.

Next time? He was gonna do more than call you cute.

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grisou-01 · 10 months ago

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MK1 Earthrealmers x French!Reader

Hello everyone here is a new x reader with the earthrealmers men ! :) So i'm basically french and i thought it would be funny to do a French reader with the mk1 character, I put the traduction to the french setence ( even if most of them are insults lol ) Again English is not my first language so sorry if there are any mistakes :( Let me know of you have any request for the next x reader :)

Since the day you were recruited as one of the champion you never told anyone where you were from. Not that you were ashamed or anything but you didn't felt the urge of telling everyone that you were not a real American like Johnny for example. You lived in this country for now 3 years so your accent was practicly undetectable for anyone outside french speakers. It was easy for you to hide it since you didn't lived in France anymore.

But there is one thing that could make your "French side" rise again. When you were reallyyyy pissed off or more generaly when you had really strong emotions. To be honest you didn't really knew what made you drop the act : Was it Kung Lao's huge ego? Or perhaps Johnny's constant flirting? Or Bi-Han's stubbornness and coldness? Maybe it was even the humble demeanour of Raiden and Liu Kang? Or maybe it was the constant winning at the spars of Tomas and Kuai Liang and their constant quarrels with Bi-Han? Or is it Kenshi's obession for Sento and his constant fight with Johnny ? You will never know. You thought you were the only one normal here. But what happened during the meal was the straw that broke the camel's back. So you the other champions , Liu Kang and the 3 Lin Kuei brothers were eating after a long day of intense training. It was pretty peacefull , until Johnny started to tease Kenshi about Sento and when Tomas tried to intervene he begin to get scold by Bi-Han for whatever reason, Kuai Liang tried to calm his brother but he began to yell at him too, and then Kung Lao entered in Johnny and Kenshi's fight, Raiden tried to stop him but it only maked them fight even louder. Only Liu Kang remained calm trying to stop both arguments. But it was inneficient. You continued to eat, trying to remain calm, to not just snap at everyone, but hearing everyone yell make it very hard. So after 1 minutes that felt like hour you just yelled without even taking your eyes off your food

"BON QUAND EST CE QUE VOUS ALLEZ TOUS FERMER VOS PUTAINS DE GUEULES ?" [ Trad : SO WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO ALL SHUT THE FUCK UP? ]

As you Yelled every eyes were now on you. They didn't understood a single word, or maybe Liu Kang since he could basically speak every language after eons of living. But seeing you snap like that was very unexpected. Bi-Han who even when he did not understood a single words didn't liked to be yelled at tried to snap back "Who do you think you are to yell like this ?! I am the Grandmaster of-" During his little speech Your eyes finally looked away from your food and went directly at his direction. And before he could even finish you snapped a second time "J'EN AI RIEN A FOUTRE DE CE QUE TU DIS ! SERIEUX TU TE PRENDS POUR QUI A PARLER COMME CA A TOUT LE MONDE COMME CI ON ETAIT TES CHIENS ?" [Trad : I DON'T GIVE A FUCK WHAT YOU SAY! SERIOUSLY, WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, TALKING LIKE THAT TO EVERYONE AS IF WE WERE YOUR DOGS?]

And for the first time in a long time. Bi-Han. Didn't answered anything. Well he couldn't because he didn't understood a thing about your speech. And that's when Johnny finally talked "Doll , you didn't told us you were French ?!" He said a bit stunned. You turned to face him and raised an eye brow "It wasn't necessary, so I didn't told you." You muttered. Everyone was pretty much stuned by how quickly you just became calm again. "So you're one of those Oui Oui Baguette-" Johnny said "La baguette je te la fous dans ton cul, serieux Johnny, vas te faire foutre avec tes clichés a la con la !" [Trad : "I'll stick the baguette up your arse, seriously Johnny, fuck off with your stupid clichés!"] You said as you looked at him with a pissed off face. But as you finished to spoke Liu Kang gave you a disappointed look at your talking maner. "Y/N Even if they don't understand you, It doesn't mean you can insult and talk down to them" "Oui oui pardon monsieur" [Trad : yeah yeah sorry sir]

you said as you quickly looked away. Everything was suddenly silent but then Kung Lao who had began to eat again said "How's the food in your country, i heard you had the best gastronomy !" "Well it's not bad our pastries are excellent but i don't know if you'de like frogs ' legs and snail" Kung Lao took a moment and said "Well if you'de like to to do one of this dishes, i can't say i would be bothered" you chuckled sligthly of course the only thing that would come in mind would be the food. "So i'm finally not the only European here" Tomas said with a slight grin on his face, you smirked and nodded amused by his demeanor. Bi-Han continued to give you a look filled with hatred, at least that's what you thinked because deep down he was impressed that someone (even if he didn't comprehend a damn thing) snapped back at him, it wasn't often at all that he was put in his place. And he couldn't say he didn't liked it (But he will never admit it). Kuai Liang, just looked at you with an impressed look, first you stuned his brother to the point that he didn't answered anything and second he had to admit that hearing you talking in French was pretty hot. He had a sly smirk on his face that you didn't missed to see. Raiden and Kenshi looked at each other then at you, Raiden said hesitantly

"How did you manage to hide this ? It's not likes it a big deal you could have told us" a soft smile appeared on your lips as he questionned you "Like i said i didn't felt it was necessary plus it wouldn't have changed anything !" You answered, Raiden gave you and understanding nod, you were right, what would it have changed? But still it was like they didn't knew you ? In fact you didn't talk about you that much ! Raiden thinked as he continued to look at you. Kenshi just looked at you with an understanding look too, like you he was from another country too. So he understood that you didn't felt the urge to tell them about this. "Well you could have at least told your favorite person here Sweetheart !" Johnny said as he winked at you . Amused by his words you just rolled your eyes. Then you just stood up and took your plate to put it to the dishes and said "Well this was very tiring day, i'm going to sleep, Bonne nuit tout le monde !" [Trad : Good night everyone] You waved at them with now a slight french accent as you spoke. You turned back and walked away from the dinning room to go to your room.

Leaving them all still stunned by the event that just happened. Liu Kang had a soft smile on his lips and stood up too before saying goodnight to everyone and walked away too. It was nice that you finally said your little "secret" even if it wasn't a big one. Things would be much simpler now. The champions and the Lin Kuei bros just continued to eat in silence, but everyone had a slight smile on their face. You were an interesting person. To say the least.

Let me know if you enjoyed it ! :]

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onlyonetifosi · 6 months ago

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Behind the camera: babysitting Chiara

hello guys!! (read that in Arthur's voice) im back and i had this on my mind since i saw this picture

The warmth of the Trouche-Leclerc home in Monaco was unmatched during the holiday season. The scent of freshly baked cookies wafted through the air, and fairy lights twinkled on the tree that stood proudly in the corner of the living room. The Leclerc’s had always cherished Christmas, but this year felt even more special. Joris had joined the celebrations, and they had a special guest for the day: baby Chiara, the adorable daughter of their best friends.

They were interrupted by the sound of keys jingling at the door. Charles walked in, bundled in his winter coat, a mischievous smile on his face.

“Qu’est-ce que vous faites tous les deux? (What are you two doing?)” he asked, shrugging off his coat and scarf.

“Rien de spécial. We have Chiara for a day” replies Yn to her brother as she comes to hug him.

Marta and Riccardo had entrusted Yn and Joris to babysit Chiara while they ran some last-minute errands. Charles, of course, had opinions about the situation.

“Tu es sûre que c’est une bonne idée? (Are you sure this is a good idea?)” Charles asked as he leaned against the kitchen counter, arms crossed and an amused smirk playing on his lips. “You and Joris, alone with a baby?”

Yn shot her twin an exasperated look as she adjusted Chiara’s tiny Santa hat. “Charles, she’s a baby, not a Formula 1 car. I think we can manage.”

Joris chuckled, placing a bottle of milk on the coffee table. “Plus, we’re her godparents. We’ve got this.”

Charles raised an eyebrow. “We’ll see about that. Don’t call me when she starts crying.”

“Oh, please,” Yn scoffed. “You’ll be the first one running in to help.”

Chiara, blissfully unaware of the banter, let out a happy giggle, her hands reaching for Yn’s hair. Yn smiled down at her, her heart melting.

“Tu crois qu’elle s’amuse bien avec nous, hein? (You think she’s having fun with us, huh?)” Y/N called to Joris, who was kneeling on the floor beside Chiara, stacking colorful building blocks.

“Évidemment,” Joris replied with a grin, balancing a block precariously. “Elle adore son parrain, n’est-ce pas, Chiara? (She loves her godfather, don’t you?)”

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The first hour went smoothly. Joris played peek-a-boo with Chiara, earning endless giggles, while Yn set up a play area with colorful toys. Charles occasionally peeked in from the kitchen, where he was “helpfully” eating cookies and offering unsolicited advice.

“Tu devrais la faire dormir maintenant, sinon elle sera de mauvaise humeur plus tard. (You should put her to sleep now, or she’ll be in a bad mood later.)”

Yn rolled her eyes. “Merci, Dr. Leclerc. We’ve got it under control.” (Thank you, Dr. Leclerc.)

Joris chimed in with a grin. “Charles, maybe you should stick to driving and leave the babysitting advice to us.”

Charles held up his hands in mock surrender. “Fine. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

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By mid-afternoon, things got a little more chaotic. Chiara decided she wasn’t interested in her toys anymore and started fussing.

“I think she’s hungry,” Joris suggested, already reaching for the bottle.

Yn took Chiara in her arms, rocking her gently. “Do you want your bottle, Chiara?” she cooed. The baby’s cries softened slightly as Yn fed her, though her big blue eyes stayed wide open.

Charles wandered back into the room, a smug expression on his face. “Elle pleurait, non? Je l’avais dit. (She was crying, wasn’t she? I told you.)”

Yn shot him a glare. “Si tu veux vraiment aider, passe-moi une serviette. (If you really want to help, pass me a cloth)”

Charles laughed but complied, tossing a burp cloth to Yn. “You’re lucky she’s cute”

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As the day wore on, Chiara’s energy began to drown. Yn and Joris managed to put her down for a nap, and the three of them sat on the couch, exhausted but content.

“She’s more work than I expected,” Joris admitted, leaning his head back against the couch.

“Mais elle est adorable, alors ça vaut le coup. (But she’s adorable, so it’s worth it.)” Yn smiled, watching the tiny rise and fall of Chiara’s chest as she slept in her crib.

Charles plopped down beside them, handing Yn a mug of hot chocolate. “I’ll admit, you two did a good job. Chiara’s still in one piece.”

“High praise coming from you,” Yn teased, taking a sip of the hot chocolate.

Joris laughed. “Next time, Charles, you’re joining us for babysitting duty.”

Charles’s eyes widened. “Non, merci! (No, thank you!) I’ll stick to being the fun uncle.”

The three of them laughed, the room filled with warmth and the twinkle of Christmas lights. The sound of the front door signaled Marta and Riccardo’s return. They stepped inside, greeted by the sight of Chiara fast asleep, Yn and Joris cuddled on the couch, and Charles nearly asleep on the other end of the couch.

“Looks like she had the best day,” Marta whispered, her eyes shining as she looked at her daughter.

Riccardo grinned. “And you survived babysitting. Bravo.”

Yn smiled, her heart full. “It was a day to remember.”

let me know what you think <3 <3

#f1 imagine #charles leclerc imagine #f1 drivers x reader #behind the camera fic #f1 fic #f1 x reader #charles leclerc x reader

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chrisevansonly · 2 years ago

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What about a little bit of fear ending in a lot of fluff for blurb? Like Charles's son who's maybe three or four pulling away from his dad after a bad karting practice or race because he thinks his father is disappointed in him and then spilling it all to his oncle Arthur and Arthur calling his brother that he found his son and then Charles comforting his crying toddler and reassuring him that he's always proud of him and père et fils passent une bonne journée rien qu'avec eux deux ?

ohh i like this idea, okay let’s blurb it!

Charles had been rushing around the karting grounds, his eyes searching for his little boy Matteo who’d taken off as soon as he’d crashed his kart into the far wall of the track. it hadn’t been a horrible crash but Charles had no doubt his boy was a bit upset, but after searching for 30 minutes he was starting to panic.

“my love, i’m sure he’s not far, let’s just keep checking okay?”

your voice halted Charles’s movements as he let out a sigh, nodding and taking your hand

“yeah..keep checking”

while you and charles kept walking about, Matteo had been found by the youngest leclerc brother, Arthur crouching down to sit with him

“qu'est-ce qui ne va pas petit ours”

Matteo shook his head as he sniffled, looking towards his uncle Arthur

“je suis horrible, je suis nul en conduite!”

Arthur frowned, reaching to pull the young boy into his arms, Matteo hiding his face in his chest

“Teo you had a little accident, it’s okay! these things happen, your dad and I crashed at karting a lot growing up”

“y-you did?”

Arthur could feel his heart clench as the little boy looked up at him, his eyes teary and sad

“of course, that’s how we get better…you know your maman and papa are probably worried about you”

“is papa going to be mad at me?”

Arthur shook his head

“no, he loves you so much petit ours…come one let’s go find them.”

Arthur stood up with Matteo still in his arms as they walked towards the reception centre, easily spotting his brother who looked like he’d had better days

“papa!”

Charles turned quickly, seeing his son in Arthur’s arms, rushing over and taking him gently

“Matteo, tu m’as fait peur bébé”

“désolé Papa”

you made your way back to the boys, kissing Matteo’s cheek gently as you rubbed Charles’s back to comfort him as best you could

“It’s okay Teo, I’m just glad you’re okay…are you okay?”

he nodded

“oui, je ne voulais juste pas que tu sois contrarié, je me suis écrasé”

“je ne serais jamais en colère contre toi petit ours, je t'aime trop pour être jamais en colère.”

Matteo seemed happy with his father’s answer, quick to wrap his arms around his neck and holding him tightly, allowing Charles to take a deep breath before turning to Arthur

“thank you for finding him”

the younger leclerc smiled

“of course, he actually went the your old hiding spot when you’d run off for the same worries…”

hearing this you couldn’t help but smile as you looked between your husband and brother in-law, leaning your head onto Charles’s shoulder just happy to have your family all safe

“like father like son…”

#rueswrites #ruesanswers #ruesanons<3 #ruesasks #charles leclerc x female reader #charles leclerc x wife reader #charles leclerc x y/n #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc fluff #charles leclerc fanfic #dad!charles leclerc #charles leclerc drabble #dad! charles leclerc #f1 imagine #f1 fic #f1 fanfic #formula 1 masterlist #formula 1 fanfiction

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ultimatelyre · 6 months ago

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CAPRI rarepairs ficrec/masterlist part IV

💌 - fav $ - smut (minors DNI) !! - check tags

LAZAR/PALLAS the only non complicated couple IMO they wasted no time getting their shit together

identity💌- pallas attacks lazar, not knowing he is laurent's guard, lazar falls in love

formidable💌- “You have a great ass.” “Non, uhhh. Parlez vous French?" except, pallas is a lil shit LMAO

on serving the prince - Prince Laurent has some tasks for his men.

twenty five !!$ - entire series is interesting

Cultural exchange - language barrier is an aphrodisiac in some ways

take me higher💌- pallas is so sneaky i love this fandom and also from same author no angels could beckon me back

tell me words- "You've spent a lot of time with Lazar these days" - a concerned and protective Nik

AUGUST/NIKANDROS

starles hollow💌 - this one is just beautiful

not like other blonds - nik trynna fight the hypocrite allega(y)tions

dont date patients policy - Army AU, nik is the surgeon

one night more 💌

so it begins - The Crown Prince of Vere ends up as a bartering tool in a treaty with Akielos

the king and the kyros

on your knees $$

on a pedestal - prisoner auguste, hurt comfort

ANCEL/BERENGUER ancel is a menace in literally every fic and i love it

ancel's annotated pillow talk $💌 - Tell me what you would have said, as a pet, and then tell me the truth.

young, but for a season💌 - absolutely a joy to read. getting old together.

recreation 💌 - imma cry they say ily for the first time so tender TAT

one of a kind !!$ - alpha ancel is hawt

higher education - abs FAV UNI AU

never let it fade - canon complaint

nickel for your love - needy ancel, post canon

lips like the galaxy's edge - space au

LAURENT/NIKANDROS (yes yes yes take me to jail but it's one of my fav rarepairs)

non, je ne regrette rien !!$💌- FAV FAV FAV made my heart hurt at times

voulez-vous 💌- peak comedy.

take it now or leave it - Auguste looks thrown. “Are you-- do you like him?”

blessings in abundance $$$!!!

JORD/NIKANDROS

have you reckoned a 1000 acres much - came for long haired nik stayed for the good writing style bruh

not his kind - this ones on my tbr

according to plan 💌- adorable, laurent & nik platonic

MISC

a massage $$ - pallas/nik/lazar😳

parabellum - really interesting and has fanart! check the tags!

forgiveness - damen is dead :( laurent&nik platonic

afterwards !! - erasmus/torveld

I'll maybe make a part 2 of rarepairs when i read more!

⭐ part I (popular ones) 💼part II (workplace AU)🫂part III (Auguste lives & Nicaise lives)🦾part IV (rare pairs)

#captive prince #c s pacat #capri #capri ficrec #laurent of vere #damen of akielos #damen x laurent #ficrec friday

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mochademic · 1 year ago

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100 Days of Productivity [Day: 88] || 100 Jours de Productivité [Jour: 88]

there's been so much rain lately. so much rain. & I absolutely adore it. there's nothing quite like a warm drink, wrapped up in your pyjamas [or maybe not] & a blanket [with a pillow too] sitting next to an open window, smelling the petrichor. the gentle tapping of water on your window.

I love grey. in a strange way.

the weekend is bringing with it a lot of exciting things. one of my favourite activities is organizing/room lay outs & now that I finally have my workroom set up at home, I'll be heading out with a few friends to get some supplies.

academic work:

-wrap up all completed units -re-write notes -practice pronunciation [specifically for rolling sentences]

freelance work:

-start on new project -set up workspace -finish all of last week's projects [including sewing] -oil sewing machine

office work:

-continue organizing 2023 documents -prepare meeting notes -email department about upcoming changes [bcc management] -answer all emails regarding payroll/billing

currently listening // in my heart by vowl., Sace

il y a eu beaucoup de pluie ces derniers temps. beaucoup de pluie. et j'adore ça. il n'y a rien de tel qu'une boisson chaude, emmitouflé dans votre pyjama (ou peut-être pas) et une couverture (avec un oreiller aussi) assis près d'une fenêtre ouverte, sentant l'odeur des animaux. le doux tapotement de l'eau sur votre fenêtre.

J'aime le gris, d'une manière étrange.

l'une de mes activités favorites est l'organisation/l'aménagement d'une pièce et maintenant que j'ai enfin installé ma salle de travail à la maison, je vais sortir avec quelques amis pour acheter des fournitures.

travail académique :

-regrouper toutes les unités terminées -réécrire les notes -pratiquer la prononciation [en particulier pour les phrases roulantes].

travail en freelance :

-commencer un nouveau projet -mettre en place un espace de travail -terminer tous les projets de la semaine dernière [y compris la couture] -huiler la machine à coudre

travail de bureau :

-continuer à organiser les documents 2023 -préparer les notes de réunion -émettre des courriels au département sur les changements à venir [Cci à la direction] -répondre à tous les courriels concernant la paie/facturation

chanson // in my heart par vowl., Sace

#100 days of productivity #day 88 #100dop #100 jours de productivité #jour 88 #100jdp #study blog #studyblr #studyspo #study motivation #study aesthetic #bookish #gradblr #langblr #language learning #booklr #bookblr

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actuallysaiyan · 4 months ago

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The Choice

warnings: mentions of suicide, angst, sadness, life experiences, death a/n: something I had to pour out into words...as I approach thirty years of life, I realize I never knew I'd get here. think of this as poetry. initially written in French

Tu sais…je n’aurais jamais cru que j’arriverai à cet âge. Je croyais que j'allais mourir à vingt-et-un ans. C’est ça que je me disais. Je me disais toujours que j'allais prendre ma vie ou j'allais juste me laisser mourir. Je ne voulais pas continuer à vivre. Mais je continuais chaque jour. Je ne savais pas si c'était juste la détermination ou c'était moi qui était lâche. Peut être que j’avais peur. Et avec chaque pas, je montais une butte. C'était une butte qui était très, très étroite. Le sommet n'était même pas en vue. Je ne voyais rien que les nuages, des nuages qui me disaient que je ne pourrais jamais atteindre mon but.

Lors de mes âges d’enfance et adolescence, je voulais être cool. Je voulais aller à la manière des rockstars qui étaient mes idoles. Les gens comme Sid Vicious de The Sex Pistols étaient les personnes que je voulais suivre. Dans ma jeunesse, il n’y avait personne comme les gens du punk rock.

Le suicide etait un autre penser. Je le voyais souvent. C'était le but de ma vie. Mais c’est quelle sorte de vie pour juste se tuer a la fin de ses vingt-et-un ans? C’est quelle vie vivre si peu?

Maintenant j’ai quasiment trente ans. Ca s'en vient très vite et je ne peux pas arrêter de penser comment je n’ai pas atteint mon but. Et c’est très, très beau.

Les gens comme Sid Vicious, ce sont des vies trop courtes. Ce sont des vies qui font pleurer. Ce sont des gens qui n’ont pas leur chance. Nos circonstances ne sont pas ce qui vont faire la diction de nos destinées. On ne connaît pas le cheminement qu’on va faire. On sait seulement qu’on peut continuer de se battre, de ce lutté pour aller un autre pas.

J’ai appris que tendre la main à ceux qui l'ont de besoin, c’est ce qui compte. Avoir de l’amour et de la compassion est très, très précieux. On ne sait jamais comment longtemps nous avons sur cette planète ou même dans la vie.

A la fin de mes jours, j'aimerais voir l’amour que j’ai choisis de donner au lieux de la haine que j’avais envers moi même. C’est un choix qu’ont fait, l’amour et la haine. Et le choix que j’ai fais…c’est de m’aimer et t’aimer.

You know… I never thought I'd make it this far. I thought I'd die at twenty-one. That's what I told myself. I always told myself I was going to take my life or I was just going to let myself die. I didn't want to go on living. But I kept going every day. I didn't know if it was just determination or if I was the coward. Maybe I was afraid. And with every step, I was climbing a hill. It was a hill that was very, very narrow. The top wasn't even in sight. I saw nothing but clouds, clouds that told me I could never reach my goal.

During my childhood and teenage years, I wanted to be cool. I wanted to follow the rock stars who were my idols. People like Sid Vicious of The Sex Pistols were the people I looked up to. In my youth, there was no one like the punk rock people.

Suicide was another thought. I saw it often. It was my life's purpose. But what kind of life is it to just kill yourself at the end of twenty-one? What kind of life is it to live so little?

Now I'm almost thirty. It's coming up very quickly, and I can't stop thinking about how I didn't achieve my goal. And it's very, very beautiful.

People like Sid Vicious have lives that are too short. They are lives that make you cry. They are people who are unlucky. Our circumstances aren't what will dictate our destinies. We don't know the path we'll take. We only know that we can keep fighting, keep struggling, to take another step.

I've learned that reaching out to those in need is what matters. Having love and compassion is very, very precious. We never know how long we have on this planet, or even in life.

At the end of my days, I would like to see the love I chose to give instead of the hatred I felt for myself. It's a choice we made, love and hate. And the choice I made… is to love myself and to love you.

#bacon.writes #poetry #love #life #angst #idk what this is

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starwarsmum · 5 months ago

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Day 3 of Meet-cutes 14 Days of Valentines 😂😘

@maribatserver

“Can you just go straight to the bar and make sure she's okay?” Dick said nervously. “You know what Gotham is like, I don't want her getting into trouble.”

“Yeah yeah, alright already,” Jason grumbled, annoyed that their guys night was being co-opted by some French chick. It wasn't that he liked hanging with his brothers, but Tim had promised to foot the bill and he was planning on taking advantage of that.

But he entered the club and glanced around, trying to find the ‘adorable girl with dark hair and a sweet smile’. Sometimes he wanted to smack Dick for never being able to just give decent descriptions of people. Fortunately, he heard a stream of French curses in a feminine voice so he made a beeline for it.

“...just waiting for someone, so please, just leave me alone,” the woman was saying. Jason wasn't sure if this was the girl Dick had sent him to check on because ‘cute’ was not the word he would've used. With a short red and black dress, a leather jacket slung over the top and black combat boots, sexy was most definitely the word that sprang to mind.

“Hey babe, sorry I'm late,” Jason said, forcing his way in-between the two. Which was easier said than done because a, he was a pretty broad guy and b, the creep was leaning way too close to the woman. “My brother was being such a Dick.”

“De rien, mon amour,” she said, immediately relaxing at his coded reference to Dick. She slid her arm firmly around his waist and leaned up to peck him on the cheek. The guy behind him made an indignant noise and he turned to scowl at him.

“You got a problem, buddy?” He asked menacingly, throwing an arm over the woman's shoulders as he glared down at him.

“You could've just said you had a boyfriend instead of wasting my time, bitch,” he said, pouting at her and ignoring Jason.

“Maybe if you had just left her alone, like she asked, you wouldn't have ‘wasted your time’,” Jason growled, getting ready to brawl. But she placed a hand on his arm to rein him in and - god knows why - he acquiesced.

“Enjoy your evening, monsieur,” she said, a strained smile on her red painted lips. Jason relaxed slightly when the guy huffed and walked away, only to tense again when she pulled her arm back from around his waist. “Thanks for that, he just was not listening to me.”

“Yeah, no problem,” he replied easily, letting his own arm fall away. “Sorry for getting in your space like that, I figured he needed a show.”

“No need to apologise,” she said, smiling more naturally up at him. His heart jumped in his chest because he was right, she wasn't cute, she was absolutely gorgeous. She turned and flagged down the bartender. “But I'm pretty sure I owe you a drink for the save. What'll it be?”

“Oh, you don't have to-” he started, cutting off at her look of ‘just order a damned drink’. “Uh, vodka and coke.”

She beamed again and ordered it for him, and another drink for herself. As soon as they had the drinks, she took hold of his arm and pulled him across the dancefloor to a table in a quiet corner. His eyebrows shot up when she pushed him onto a stool before hopping onto the one next to it and turning back to him.

“So, which brother are you? I think I know which one, but I'd rather hear about you from you,” she said, propping her chin on her fist and leaning towards him. The music was loud and her voice was low enough that he had to lean closer to hear her clearly.

“I'm Jason,” he said, trying hard not to look down at her cleavage that he could see in his peripherals. He propped his arm on the table as well, keeping his hand in her line of sight and away from her drink. He wasn't trying to make her nervous, or think that he was up to something. “But I'm afraid Dick didn't give me your name, beautiful.”

“Well isn't that a shame,” she said coyly, a mischievous smile appearing on her face. In the flashing lights of the club, she looked more fairy-like than human and he had to take a sip from his drink to save his dry mouth. “Maybe you should try to guess it.”

“Maybe I'll just give you a new name,” he countered. She grinned delightedly, shifting in her seat and changing the way her legs were crossed. The movement brought her foot closer and he was fairly sure she deliberately pressed it against his own leg. But there was no way he could be lucky enough that this little pixie was flirting with him.

“Well now I'm definitely keeping it to myself,” she said with a giggle, leaning back to take a sip from her drink. He tried not to stare at the way her lips puckered around the tiny straw that came with it but it was difficult. “So, tell me about yourself. Other than being a rescuer of damsels who are about to commit homicide, I mean.”

Jason laughed, draining his drink and standing up. Her eyebrows pinched slightly, probably confused, and he held a hand out to her. “How about we save the conversation for when we can hear ourselves think? Wanna dance?”

He was rewarded by another grin as she knocked her own drink back before jumping down to join him.

_ _ _

“How is this taking so long?” Dick said, agitated. Tim scowled at him and he shot an apologetic grimace. “Sorry, I'm just worried. Wally asked that we make sure she doesn't get into too much trouble and I can't do that if I'm not there.”

“Didn't you send Jason ahead of us?” Tim asked pointedly. He barked out a laugh when Dick nodded. “It's a bit late to be worried about trouble then. But he won't let her get hurt if that's what you're worried about.”

“She's just so cute when I look at the pictures Wally sent!” He said with a pout. He turned his phone around for Tim to look at and felt vindicated when Tim hummed thoughtfully. “And in Gotham, being cute is a recipe for disaster. I'm just glad Jason only likes trouble, otherwise I'd have a whole host of other problems. I cannot outrun a speedster and if he thinks I set the two up, there'll be nowhere I can hide fast enough.”

“I'd have been more worried that she's definitely adoption bait,” Tim laughed, before whooping and closing his laptop victoriously. “Got it! Okay, let's get in there.”

Dick was relieved to finally cross the threshold to the club, eyes moving directly to the bar. He frowned when he didn't catch sight of Jason's hulking form, and he didn't immediately pick out the tiny form of Marinette either. That might have been because she was too small to see past the wall of people, so he started scanning the rest of the room for Jason, starting on the outer edges.

“Yo, found him,” Tim shouted, pointing over to the dance floor. There was an exasperated tone to his voice and Dick saw why immediately. He had clearly ditched Marinette to pick up a girl that looked like just as much trouble as he did. They were dancing closely, his hands on her hips as she writhed and wriggled to the beat.

Unable to contain his annoyance, Dick strode over to the pair and thumped Jason on the shoulder. His younger brother sighed in annoyance and said, without turning around, “No, you can't cut in.”

“Jay, would you stop screwing around,” Dick said loudly, glaring up at him when he spun around guiltily. Good, at least he knew he was in trouble for ditching Marinette. “Dude, I asked you to look out for Marinette, not find-”

“Dick! You made it,” the woman in the criminally short dress said brightly. He did a double take and his jaw dropped open as he realised that Jason hadn't ditched her. “We were beginning to think this was a set up. You're so past fashionably late.”

“Marinette?”

“Um, yeah?” She cocked her head, lips pursing in confusion. “Did you hit your head or something? Is that why you're so late?”

“You just look- different,” he said, wondering when it would be too soon to start running from Wally. Marinette looked even more confused for a second.

“Dick, I was hardly going to wear my volunteer clothes on a night out,” she said, glancing back up at Jason and rolling her eyes. “Is he always this dim, or do we actually need to call an ambulance or something?”

“Nah, he's always like that, Pix,” Jason said, looking down at her with a look Dick could only describe as lovestruck. “You volunteer? I thought you said you designed clothes for a living?”

“Guess I'm just full of mysteries,” she said impishly. Dick made a distressed noise and Tim took pity on him.

“Jason, shall we go get started on those drinks I promised you,” he said, taking hold of Jason's arm and pulling him away. The pair were out of sight after a moment and Dick turned back to Marinette.

“You know I'm an adult, right?” She said with a sigh. “And that you were over forty minutes late? You can't send a cute guy to keep me company and expect us not to hit it off.”

Dick mentally started crafting an apology to Wally for everything.

Part 2

#maribat #jasonette #marinette x jason #jason x marinette #14 days of valentines #mlb x dc #dc x mlb #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #maribat event #fanfic #meet fake

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ghostingon · 2 years ago

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enjoy my brain rambles (18+ MDNI)

idk the last time i did a theory/full lore post on anything since 17 year old me played mystic messenger in 2017 (IN FUCKING PHYSICS!!!!!) but for some reason 14 days with you has been on the forefront of my brain for over a year so. also it's so funny how not into yandere games/dark romance i was years ago but the moment i started college and started reading shit like ACOTAR (not dark romance but like... y'know... rhys...) i am like damn... what if someone was THAT into me me... (this does not include haunting adeline i fucking hate that book)

anyways sorry for the ramble!!!! some fun stuff i have found in the last idk few days of perusing old stuff, new stuff, etc.

also, a lot of hints i've found have been followed up by "👀". this is not the case with everything but just a lil tidbit i noticed! :)

The official 14DWY blog is @14dayswithyou

edit: put 18+ mdni in title because the game is 18+! should have mentioned that LOL

Ren's name!

I have been super interested in finding out his name, which i will send guesses sometime to the ask box when i have more as to not spoil anything if i'm right. BUT, i can share everything i have collected! i do know we will know more about him in day 7 possibly but i want to hopefully give some help if anyone wants to guess like me!

(Not In Name) ❌ - T, D, Z, S

(In The Name) ✅ - N, R, A, E

does not begin with - E, R, B, A, P

does not end with - N, L, Y

extras ⁃ 8 letters (could be more) ⁃ not traditionally masculine ⁃ american ⁃ emerald has three letters (E, A, R are my guesses) ⁃ clarence (two letters right spot) ⁃ emerson (one letter right spot) ⁃ marienne (one letter right spot) ⁃ his sister called him ren

so, with this in mind i have a few ideas. it seems the letter "R" is in the fourth position in his name. the letter "E" seems to be at the end of his name. i believe his name may be unisex or possibly more typically feminine, but he was named by his mother after her two friends (which i believe are Teo's relatives). some guesses about the name i have are: i believe his name may begin with an L or F, but this is just a guess i have but i do not believe it begins with a C. either "ren" is in his name altogether or another variation such as rien. but! this is just a theory (matpat... thank u).

some extras:

_ _ _ r _ _ _ e

edit: upon some scrolling before bed i am starting to believe their name may end in “rence” or “riene”. will update but that’s where i’m landing right now.

edit 2: may ALSO end in renie!

2. Ren's hands!

so we know ren has scarred hands from an accident prior to the events of the game before he ran from home. i don't know exactly what caused the scarring, but i believe it was some kind of altercation with his father from the sounds of it. it was said that ren left his mom in absolute hysterics when he left, so i believe there are a few things that could have happened.

i don't know if ren's father would hurt his mother but let's assume he wouldn't, maybe ren was presenting more masculine, talking back to his father, becoming a "threat" towards taylor, who knows! whatever happened, ren got into an altercation with taylor that ended in the scarring. I believe it has something to do with fire, taylor may have been set of fire somehow. maybe taylor wanted to burn the house down. OR, maybe ren tried to burn the house down with taylor in it...

it's possible that taylor may have tried to harm ren's mother that he attempted to save his mom and burn his father/harm his father. whatever happened, hana was not present for this as i believe this is when ren ran away from home IF this is how it happened.

maybe what happened to his hands was much longer before he left. i've seen some questioning that when leon had a birthday party, he invited hana but she did not go for reasons unknown. what this could mean is that something happened WHEN hana still lived there before she was sent off to school. maybe this was when ren got the scars on his hands. maybe taylor tried to harm ren due to him simply being male, maybe it was something else. maybe ren fought back. maybe taylor tried to hurt ren's mother, causing him to be punished by his father. all i know is, ren in an ask has said “I-I didn’t mean to… He— I didn’t have much of a choice…”

3. Playlist!

a while ago, saint put out this playlist and explained that characters and endings are connected to the songs. from other's guesses and my own curiosity, i went through and did some eliminations and found these to be the most possible to be connected:

shapeshift - ren

almost had me - violet

glimpse of us - leon

angel - ending

god complex - ending (possibly leon)

EDIT: gun - ending (most likely bad)

heart-shaped hologram - EDIT: I believe this is ren's introspection now

these could be inaccurate! but from what i have seen i think these are the best guesses for some of the songs. maybe i'll try to guess more in depth, but for now, this is just from what i've read up! 14 days also has the potential to be an ending, but once again this may be another post.

conclusion

i am so out of my mind. but it is so fun to evaluate lore i have always loved doing it and this game itched my brain. i reccommend this game if you're interested in horror and are 18+ then i say check out this game! read the warnings ahead of time, but i find it funky fresh

anyways womp womp, redacted come home, emo boy by ayesha erotica lookin' ass

#luv that pathetic mfer #i just love that emo freak so bad i wanna grab him by his shirt and shake him like a kinder egg (remember when those had toys in them)#also anyone else on their corporate 9-5 lunch break doing this? just me? ok.#will i make another post like this???? idk. i just live here.#14dwy #14 days with you #yandere vn #14 days with you ren #14dwy ren #14 days with you redacted #14dwy redacted

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lexoforus · 7 months ago

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This post is to vent about French classes so it will probably be a bit harsh.

(⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)

BRO HOW THE FUCK CAN I LEARN FRENCH, I DON'T UNDERSTAND A THING WHY HAVE A FUCKING ACCENT AS IF IT WERE A ROOF "Â" ¿WHAT THE FUCK DOES IT MEAN?

I'M SICK OF DOING THE DAMN THING "Exercice 1, écouter et écrire" CARMEN I DON'T HAVE A FUCKING IDEA OF FRENCH, DON'T GIVE ME A FUCKING LISTENING.

TWO FUCKING HOURS IN A ROW SITTING IN A CLASS THAT IS SO COLD THAT I WANT TO THROW OUT OF THE DAMN WINDOW LISTENING TO THE BITTER OLD WOMAN SCOLDING ME JUST FOR ASKING FOR A FUCKING PENCIL WHILE PARTICLES OF HIS SALIVA ARRIVE ON MY FACE.

AND AFTER I HAVE A FUCKING 6/100 IN PRONUNCIATION, CARMEN I ONLY HAVE ONE CLASS A WEEK AND THAT SAME DAY I HAVE DRUM LESSONS, UNDERSTANDS THAT I AM MORE INTERESTED IN SITTING FOR AN HOUR PLAYING THE DRUMMS THAT SPENDING TWO HOURS LISTENING TO TWO CHILDREN HAVING A 15 MINUTE CONVERSATION WHICH I DON'T UNDERSTAND.

AND I DON'T GIVE A DAMN IF MY CLASSMATES LEARN IT, UNDERSTAND THAT MY MOTHER FORCED ME TO GO TO FRENCH, APPRECIATE THAT I PUT EFFORT INTO YOUR CRAPPY CLASS BECAUSE I HONESTLY DON'T CARE HOW TO SAY "RED" IN FRENCH, IF YOU EXPLAINED THINGS WELL, MAYBE I WOULD BE A LITTLE INTERESTED IN LEARNING FRENCH, BUT IT'S BECAUSE YOU DON'T HELP AND I AM LEARNING LIKE 4 LANGUAGES AT ONCE AND I AM SICK OF YOU TEACHING ME THE DAMN COLORS, I AM HERE TO LEARN TO TALK AND HAVE A DAMN CONVERSATION NOT TO SAY "La pomme rouge" IT'S NOT AS IF THE APPLE WERE PINK, I WANT TO JUMP OUT OF THE DAMN WINDOW AND DROP INTO THE PATIO WHERE I'LL REMAIN UNCONSCIOUS AND SKIP THE DAMN CLASS. I DON'T UNDERSTAND A THING OF FRENCH.

I'M SICK OF MY FRENCH CLASSMATES, AND THE REPELLENT BOY WHO SPENDS "Carmen, there was pronunciation and writing homework ^^"

SHUT THE FUCKING MOUTH.

I HAVE THE DESIRE TO GRABB THE BLESSED FRENCH NOTES AND HIT MY TEACHER WITH THEM UNTIL SHE BLEEDS, THE LADY IS ANNOYING ALL DAY "Leonor arrête de dessiner, tu ne vas rien gagner dans la vie avec ça, tu ferais mieux de faire attention dans mon cours."

I DON'T WANT TO PAY ATTENTION IN YOUR DAMN CLASS, I WAS JUST DRAWING, I'M NOT DISTURBING, I'M NOT INTERRUPTING, I'M QUIET IN THE DAMN BACK CORNER WITHOUT TALKING OR ANYTHING, COULDN'T YOU JUST IGNORE ME?

I have nothing against French people or anything like that, but my classes really annoy me. I try to make an effort, but my teacher doesn't appreciate it and that bothers me a lot.

#xd #lol #i hate this #tom kaulitz #shitpost #silly #idk #I spit hate #just a post

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onlyonetifosi · 1 year ago

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Behind the camera -> chapter 9

<- previous series masterlist my main masterlist next->

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

taglist: @love4lando @gcldtom @im-mi @topguncultleader @celesteblack08 @reblog-princess @sunf1ower16 @janeholt3 @athena-artemis-dorian-gray @minkyungseokie

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theraggedygirl11 · 1 year ago

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Tant que notre amour est fou, il défiera toutes les lois

SUMMARY: Jan is a sorcerer. Nace is a human. An "accident" makes them meet and since then they are in each other's mind.

PAIRING: Nace Jordan/Jan Peteh

WARNINGS: swearing, and nothing else in particular, maybe some tears lmao

WORDS COUNT: 2.844

LINK: AO3

NOTES: First of all, I'd like to thank @mrsebastianmoran that created this amazing moodboard and @paperphilia who wrote this short fic inspired by that same moodboard. You two made me write my own version of dark sorcerer!Jan. Please, check both works, they are amazing!

I also thank @anxious-witch, my partner in crime (and in fangirling too) and beta reader.

I might come back to this au, maybe with a sequel. Who knows.

* * *

Oh, mon amour (oh, my love) Tu es ma chance (you are my chance) Si je renonce (if I give up) Plus rien n'a de sens (nothing makes sense anymore) Oh, mon amour (oh, my love) La robe blanche (this white dress) Est la réponse à leurs offenses (is the reply to their offenses)

On se moque - Molière l’Opéra Urbain

It all happened so fast that Nace wasn't able to realise what was really occurring. It still felt like a vivid dream.

He was walking home in the city centre of Ljubljana. It was late at night, he had just finished playing with his band at an event in a local cafe when he noticed a shadow moving fast in the corner of his eye.

He stopped and looked back. He saw nothing, he was alone in that street. He gulped, then decided to walk faster, marching towards his house, that wasn't even that far away.

But as soon as he turned, in front of him there was a huge shadow figure, with red flaming eyes and an enormous, open mouth in which he could clearly see fangs as sharp as knives and as white as the Moon itself.

He was petrified. His first thought was "this must be a nightmare". He needed to wake up, yet he couldn't do it. No, that was reality. A monster made of pure darkness was about to kill him and he couldn't do anything about it.

He closed his eyes, praying to whatever deity he had in mind in that moment, not ready to die. He waited and waited but nothing happened.

He heard a noise made by metal links, banging against one another.

"How many times have I told you that you are not allowed to go around and scare people?"

Who was talking? Nace opened his eyes and that shadow creature now looked more like a dog that was getting scolded by his owner. Around his neck there was a metal collar connected to a metal chain. A man was near the creature, holding its chain, and he was talking to it like it was his own-he was the owner of that monster?!

"You are grounded. No more freedom to roam around the city until you learn to behave, ok?"

The creature whimpered while looking at its owner.

"No. Shut up. I won't change my mind. You could have killed innocent people! You must learn to behave, or I will send you back to Hell."

The strange man sighed, then turned to Nace. "Sorry. My hellhound is learning to behave in the hum-"

Nace was pale and still petrified. The weird man dressed in black kept looking at him.

"You are human." He murmured.

Nace saw him trying to get closer. At the same moment he felt his own body go numb, his vision blurred and then black surrounded him.

"Oh, fuck-" were the last words he heard before fainting.

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Jan obviously didn't mention what happened the night before with that (handsome) human to Kris.

He didn't want to be scolded like a child. He was one of the strongest dark sorcerers of the Balkan covenant, but he struggled to control his hellhound. It was a bit shameful for him, to be honest.

That day Kris and he were at the local market in the suburbs of Ljubljana because they needed to buy stuff for their group of sorcerers.

"Go to Marija, I need these herbs and ingredients for my potions and magic cures." Kris handed him a piece of paper with a list of stuff in it. He was a healer, his dominant element was water.

Jan took the list and nodded. He needed stuff from Marija too for some of his spells.

"I'll go to Primož, Bojan needs his animal blood for his damn blood magic."

"He's always so lazy, he never goes to buy it himself." Jan shook his head.

Kris sighed. "I know and I hate him for that."

They then split to do their chores. It was at Marija's stall that Jan felt observed by familiar eyes. He turned and right behind him there was the human he had met the night before.

"It's you," he said, his eyes widening in shock.

"I think you mistook me for someone else." Jan immediately replied. He turned again to the stall to get his bags full of herbs and other stuff, then paid Marija and tried to go away quickly.

The human had other plans however, he followed him and grabbed his arm.

"I knew that it was all true, it couldn’t be a dream."

Jan turned again to look at him. Their faces were so close.

"I don't know what you are talking about."

"You know. That...that shadow monster. You called it a hellhound. And you controlled him."

"It was probably a dream, as you mentioned before."

"I'm not crazy, I know what I saw!" His voice got louder. Some people around them turned to look at them.

Jan's heart sank in his chest. The look in that human’s eyes was begging for answers, begging him to confirm what he saw that night.

“What did you do to me then? I woke up in my room, in my house!”

"It's better if you forget everything, man. Trust me.” He whispered.

"Jan, is everything ok?" That was Kris. Jan felt his presence behind him.

"Yeah, don't worry. This man thought I was someone else he knew." And he cast a quick spell in his voice to force that stranger to free his arm.

He went away with Kris, leaving that human in the middle of the market. He turned to look at him with a guilty glance. He could almost touch his confusion with his hands. “I’m sorry”, he thought.

* * *

In the next few days Jan kept thinking about that human, about his eyes and his hand around his arm. He still felt his touch against his skin like a fire mark. In the end he decided to look for him, he deserved answers, even if it was against every law that ruled sorcerers around the world: humans mustn’t know about magic. He didn’t care, he felt so guilty.

After a quick location spell, he found the stranger in a park in the suburb of the city. It was getting dark outside, so it was easier for him to use shadows to travel to his destination. He appeared in front of him. The human was holding his head between his hands and he was staring at the ground while sitting on a bench.

“I think I owe you some explanations.”

The stranger lifted his head and looked at Jan. His eyes opened wide, but the initial shock became anger. “Did you come here to make me look like a fool again? Wasn’t enough what you did today at the market?”

His rage hit him like a dagger in the heart. “N-no.” He replied. “I want to talk to you.” He raised his hands, a gesture of surrender. “May I?” He asked then, pointing to the empty space near him on that bench.

The stranger nodded, but his look was still angry.

Jan took a couple of deep breaths before starting to talk. “What you saw yesterday was real. It was a hellhound.” He stopped for a second. “My hellhound. And I have problems with controlling it.” He sighed. “I’m a sorcerer. My specialty is dark magic.” He turned to look at the human. He felt judged by his eyes.

“A sorcerer that practises magic.” The human repeated. “Like...Harry Potter?”

“Hm...kind of, yeah. We are completely different from that...hm, representation. That it’s just completely wrong, to be honest. We don’t need a piece of wood to cast spells.” And to make him understand better, he raised his hand and called a small dark flame on his palm.

The man startled and jumped a bit backwards. Jan made the flame disappear. “I shouldn’t tell you all this, but I felt guilty for how I treated you,” he explained. “Usually, when one of us ends up revealing magic to humans, we cancel their memories. I hate playing with people’s minds.”

“A dark sorcerer who’s worried about a stranger? Shouldn’t dark sorcerers be evil?”

“That’s kinda biased. Just because we bond with darkness and shadows, it doesn’t mean that we are evil.” Jan crossed his arms. “I fought against evil water and air sorcerers.” He even raised an eyebrow.

The stranger giggled. Jan smiled, seeing the anger disappearing from his face and his eyes. The human kept asking Jan questions and he tried to answer, without giving away too much information about his world. He explained that sorcerers were born with a dominant element that guided their magic, that they all studied how to control and use their magic according to this element and also specialised in different roles based on the nature of their magic.

Jan was a dark sorcerer, so his magic was mainly offensive, focused on curses and powerful destructive spells. He was also able to control people, summon creatures from Hell, like demons or hellhounds, control shadows and travel through them, bond with animals that lived at night and cast protection spells that could harm if activated.

It was too late to continue talking, so they decided to meet again. Both enjoyed the time they spent together that evening. It wasn’t against the covenant rules to have friends among humans, in the end.

“Oh, what’s your name, by the way?” The sorcerer asked.

“Nace.” The human smiled. “Yours?”

“Jan.” He replied with a shy smile.

“Nice to meet you, sorcerer Jan, then.” Nace giggled. “Till the next time.”

“Till the next time, human Nace.” And he vanished in the shadow, just like he appeared there a few hours before.

* * *

Weeks passed. Jan and Nace kept hanging out together. They talked about everything outside of magic and sorcery. They met in various places, sometimes the sorcerer used his magic to travel with his human friend.

Jan started feeling something weird inside of him while he was with Nace. His heart beat faster, he took every excuse to initiate physical touch between them. When they weren’t together, he missed him so much and he felt like there was an emptiness in his chest.

“Kris, may I ask you something?” He entered his friend’s lair.

He raised his head from the table where he was working on some potions. “Yeah, sure. Tell me.”

“How did you realise you fell in love with Bojan?”

“Well, we spent a lot of time together. I missed him when I wasn’t with him. The world gained colours when the feelings started blooming. And the deep and wild waters inside of me calmed the moment I felt his presence, a stormy ocean becoming a placid sea. And this happens also today, nothing changed.” Kris answered, then looked at his friend. “Why did you ask this?”

“I...think I’m in love with a person.” He admitted.

“Really?” Kris smiled. “Who is this person?”

“It’s a human.”

That smile on Kris’s face disappeared instantly. “You know that’s forbidden by our laws.”

“I know, but I don’t care. This person soothes the shadows in me.” He looked Kris in the eyes. “There's been a light in me since I started hanging out with them.”

“The Council won’t allow you to date this person, Jan.” He stood up and went closer to his friend. “It’s a human.”

“I hate these rules! Just because they want to keep our damn power from mixing with humans, we are not allowed to date who we love!” He shouted.

“These rules exist to protect us and our community. What if the wrong people discover that we exist? We already have sorcerers that turn evil, we don’t need humans to meddle with us too.”

Kris was right. As much as Jan wanted to reply, his friend was right. They already had their problems to deal with.

Jan felt tears invading his eyes. “...I love him, Kris.” He whispered, voice trembling. “I’ve never felt this way for anyone else. I-I can’t leave him.”

Kris hugged his friend and gently caressed his back. Jan hid his face against his neck. He felt the shadows agitating in him, reeling like whirlpools. He grabbed his friend’s shirts while starting to cry silently, his shaking shoulders were the only sign that he was crying.

“I’m sorry, Janči.” Kris whispered.

But Jan wasn’t surrendering so easily. He was taught how to fight, how to resist, and how to persevere to reach his goal. And he didn’t want to lose Nace. If he wasn’t allowed to stay with a human without going against those laws, the only solution was to defy them.

Some days after his decision, Jan met with Nace in the park where he revealed he was a sorcerer. His human was on the same bench too. He smiled when he saw his dear friend.

“Hi, Janči.”

“Hi, Nace.” He sat next to him, smiling. For a couple of seconds his eyes stopped on Nace’s lips.

“Is everything ok? It’s early for you.”

“I needed to meet you because I wanted to say something to you.” He explained while looking him in the eyes. He grabbed one of his hands and intertwined their fingers.

“Yeah, sure, tell me.” He nodded.

“Remember when I told you about our covenants?”

“Yes, I remember that covenants are exclusives for sorcerers and humans are not allowed in.”

Jan sighed and lowered his eyes on their hands. “There’s more about it. We are allowed to have human friends, but not relationships with humans. The elders say that it’s a matter of mixed blood not strong enough to carry magic and other stuff.”

“Ok, but why are you tell-oh.”

Their eyes met again. There was only silence between them. Nace freed Jan’s hand, then cupped his face and kissed him, slowly. Their foreheads touched when their lips parted.

“I was afraid you didn’t love me back.” Confessed Nace with a delicate voice, almost inaudible. “Just because I’m a mere human and you are an amazing sorcerer.”

“Don’t ever think about it, my love. You are as important as I am.” Jan cupped Nace’s face and caressed his cheeks.

They stayed in that position for seconds, maybe minutes. The first to interrupt that intimate moment was Jan.

“We need to go far away from here.” Said Jan.

“It’s because of what you told me before?” Nace asked while caressing his cheek.

“Yes, unfortunately.” He nodded. “I don’t want to give you up. No one can force me to do it. I don’t care if I need to become a fugitive or a traitor of my own kind. I just know that you calm the chaos created by the shadows in me.”

“I calm the shadows in you?”

“Yes, Nace.” Jan nodded. He grabbed his hand and put it on his heart. “Magic is this raw power inside of us. We learn to harness it, but there’s always a possibility that we lose control. Love can help us find a balance. You are the lighthouse that shines my way through this stormy darkness.”

“I help you this much?”

Jan nodded, then kissed him again. “Run away with me, my love. We can start over somewhere else where people don’t know us. And I can protect us with my magic. I won’t allow anyone to touch you. I’m strong, they fear me.”

* * *

Nace hesitated at the beginning, but the next day he accepted the offer. In those past months he learned to love Jan and his true nature. He wasn’t scared of him, he was a lovely and kind person, maybe his only flaw was his ability to get lost so deep into his mind and in his thoughts. But Nace loved him so much even when he dove into his mind and he stared at him with heart eyes for hours.

They ran away in northern Europe a few days later. They found a small house in a village not so far from the capital of the country they chose, so they could live in a quiet place but were also close to a bigger city in case they needed anything.

It was hard to get used to the new habits, but they managed to in the end. Jan kept practising his magic, learning new stuff and new spells while Nace began working in the capital as a professional musician and then even as a bass guitar teacher in music schools.

That night when they met neither of them could imagine what would have happened. Maybe Jan’s hellhound knew something they didn’t and escaped from his owner so he could meet the love of his life. Or perhaps it was just a coincidence of events that led them to living together as runaways.

They only knew one thing, that they were luckier than Romeo and Juliet, because they got the chance to live their prohibited love, even if they had to abandon their previous life behind. Neither of them regretted that decision.

#my first jance i hope it's a good one #tant que notre amour est fou il défiera toutes les loi #joker out fanfic #joker out #my writing #annies writes #jance #jan peteh #nace jordan

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This is my second entry for @wordycheeseblob and @lorei-writes challenge Wish Upon an Aide, this is also doubling as my birthday post for Leonardo as I was so busy I forgot about it until last night. I went with the themes of serenity and life. On the eve of Leonardo returning home Mitsuki and Lumière have a late night 'chat'. As in my previous italics are used for the pets 'talking'. Pure fluff WC approx 900. Language note: Lumières gift suggestion is an affectionate joke from my mom's side of the family, it means a pretty little brand new nothing.

Birthday Surprise

The night was calm, a slightly crisp early spring breeze wafted through the windows making the curtains dance. The mansion was normally a lively enough place even at this hour but tonight was different and quiet ruled.

Mon dieu I'm bored, what is everyone doing tonight? I want to be entertained!

Pacing down the hallway he looked into the open doors in hopes of finding a distraction if nothing else. He was going to give up when he passed the parlor and his eyes caught sight of a familiar figure reclined on the sofa.

Mais bien, our compagna is still awake!

Lumière silently walked over to the sofa and looked up at Mitsuki whose head was buried in a book. He studied her in silence for a moment before pouncing onto the sofa and nudging at the corner of her book.

“Oh Lumière!”

Compagna, mmm that feels delightful.

Lumière leaned into Mitsukis touch as she pet him and scratched him behind the ears.

This isn't exactly entertaining but… I'll let it pass for now.

Lumière sat in the small space between Mitsuki and the sofa's edge and started to purr contentedly. Soon he heard her book close followed by a soft sigh, he opened an eye ever so slightly and saw her glancing from her watch to the window.

“I didn't realize it had gotten so late I really should be getting to bed but honestly I'm too excited and nervous to sleep.”

Excited I get he's coming home tomorrow after all but, pourquois nervous?

“Maybe I'm just too much in my head about it all.”

Mitsuki said nothing more for a while, her fingers also stopped their movement and Lumière looked up at her in annoyance.

Are you going to finish that thought or… also come on, back to spoiling me.

“Meow!”

Lumière pressed his head into Mitsukis hand and she looked down at him and smiled.

“Sorry, I guess I got lost in my own thoughts for a bit.”

As his attention resumed Lumière once again closed his eyes, enjoying himself.

This is serene, I always love when you pamper me. Of course I enjoy it more when I steal your attention away from him but-

“I hope Leonardo's sleeping well tonight.”

Mmmm I'm sure he's not, he doesn't do well without you. He barely ever slept properly before you came along, not like he could have found his bed even if he wanted to some days.

“Mroow.”

“Ya you're right he's probably not.”

A small laugh escaped Mitsuki and she suddenly reached out for Lumière placing him in her lap.

“Hey Lumière can you keep a secret?”

Of course I can!

Lumières tail swished back and forth in affirmation.

“I have a big surprise for Leonardo, I was going to surprise him right after he gets home tomorrow but I decided to wait the extra three days until his birthday.”

Are you sure that's wise? You're never very good at hiding anything from him and you know that.

Lumière gave Mitsuki a look and she answered him as if she could read his thoughts.

“I know I know, I've never been good at hiding things from him but I can do it this time! If I don't I'll have to think of something different to give him for his birthday and I was already having trouble coming up with something.”

You needed ideas? Un beau petit rien de neuf, that's what you get him.

“I wanted to get him something nobody else ever has before and that's really hard to find for somebody who's been alive as long as Leonardo has but...”

You already gave him back his heart, and you give him a haven of serenity every day. I think that's enough to last a lifetime, even an eternal one.

“Then this came along at just the right time.”

Lumières eyes followed Mitsuki's hands as they came to rest on her lower stomach.

Is that why you've been acting differently lately? It's a very subtle change and I assumed it was just because you were missing him but it appears I assumed wrong. Well now, guess I can take back what I said about him having serenity everyday.

“You're the only other one who knows right now.”

I'm flattered.

Lumière sat purring in Mitsukis lap for a short while and he could feel her hands trembling as she stroked him.

Compagna, there's no need for you to be so anxious.

Lumière purred louder and stronger in Mitsukis lap hoping to help calm her nerves.

“I keep trying to picture how he's going to react when I tell him.”

Well let's see…. He'll be speechless, that's for certain. That will be a fun sight, but he'll be happy once he gets over the shock.

Lumière watched as a soft smile lit up Mitsukis face.

This wasn't quite the entertainment I had been looking for tonight but, hehe the stunned look on his face when you tell him will be worth the wait. Oh this is going to be fun!

“What do you think, Lumière? Do you think Leonardo will like his present, even though he’ll have to wait a while to actually see it?"

What do I think? Well, other than c'est tres merveilleux… I think that you better not leave naming it up to Leonardo unless you want it to be called Bambino for the first two years.

#ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikevamp fanfic #ikevamp leonardo #ikemen vampire leonardo #wishuponanaidecc #ikevamp mitsuki #starlitmanornetwork

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