#and i hope you like it as much as i do 🫶

[n0vazsq]

Chivalry is dead | Alexandra Saint Mleux x Reader

pairing . . . alexandra saint mleux x leclerc!reader

summary . . . Everybody thought Alex was dating your older brother Charles, and that you were dating your own person. But when a photo of you two kissing at Jimmy'z got leaked, everything changed

request . . . no!!

word count . . . N/A

warnings . . . none! THIS WAS WHEN ALEX HAD HER INSTA AS PRIVATE !!!!

faceclaim . . . various girls from pinterest!

alexavia yaps . . . WOOHOO GIRLY LOVE!!!!!!! anyway i <3 alex shes so pretty so yes!! first time im writing for a wag which is so excting omg!! timeline doesn't make sense so ignore that! legit took me like 4 days to finish idk why AND ITS KINDA CRNGE AND SHITTY ASL but lets focus on it being published <3

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username1 gorgeous girls omg

username2 my girl?? i see you y/n 👀

username3 alex abandoning charles to go with you lmao

username4 i wish i was a wag

username5 so prettyyyyy

alexandrasaintmleux i had so much fun mon ange 🤍

yourusername everything is fun with you mia bella ragazza 🤍🤍

username7 my GOD youre stunning

username8 replying to this in hope of y/n seeing my dm

username9 holy shit you two look like goddess'

charles_leclerc stealing my girlfriend now?

yourusername hilarious

charles_leclerc just joking, you two look stunning

yourusername thanks charlie

username10 my oh my i dropped dead

username11 where's the dress from?

username12 my dream in life is to be famous and post shit like this

alexandrasaintmleux

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alexandrasaintmleux someone partied too hard and missed breakfast Tagged: yourusername

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friend1 let me guess, she slept until the afternoon?

yourusername you know i can read????

alexandrasaintmleux surprisingly, she woke up just a bit after 12

yourusername i'm literally right here

friend1 well that's an improvement!

yourusername guys??

alexandrasaintmleux it is!

yourusername fuck it i hate you

alexandrasaintmleux the problem is you don't

yourusername FINALLY

yourusername and i don't that's true 😔

username13 the prettiest! Liked by creator

username14 man i wish i was alex

francisca.cgomes how was date night??

alexandrasaintmleux soo beautiful

francisca.cgomes make sure to tell me about everything

francisca.cgomes you too yourusername !

yourusername will do, kika, will do

francisca.cgomes i can't wait for you two to go public so i can post all the cute pictures i have

alexandrasaintmleux i don't think that will be soon

francisca.cgomes you never know, maybe y/n will start making out with you in the paddock after getting sick of the people staring at you

yourusername ...

yourusername okay i won't go THAT far but i might kiss her just a tiny bit

alexandrasaintmleux mon ange....

yourusername love youuu

alexandrasaintmleux love you too

charles_leclerc this account is private right?

alexandrasaintmleux yes! it's only for friends and people who know about us

yourusername don't worry charlie we made sure nothing could go wrong

charles_leclerc just wanted to make sure my little sister and sister-in-law are safe and comfortable

yourusername awwww my heart 🥹

alexandrasaintmleux thank you charles! we appreciate it 🫶

yourusername how can someone be so gorgeous and beautiful and pretty and stunning and ethreal and breathtaking and lovely and elegant and radiant and exquisite and graceful and divine and hot and angelic and delicate and enchanting and serene and mesmirizing and captivating and eye catching and jaw dropping and show stopping???

alexandrasaintmleux by using some of your beauty

yourusername MY beauty? comapred to me you're an angel who graced this earth to fill my life with love and heavenly moments

alexandrasaintmleux have i ever told you how much i love you?

yourusername why don't you show me instead?

alexandrasaintmleux coming to the bedroom right now

francisca.cgomes why cant pierregasly be like this?

pierregasly i can't keep with y/n she's more down bad every day i see her

iamrebeccad if carlos was like this i wouldn't be hanging out with y/n and alex as much

francisca.cgomes same with me

carlossainz55 ???

pierregasly ???

yourusername pierre and carlos can fuck off this is a GIRL only place

charles_leclerc and me?

yourusername you too

charles_leclerc this is what i get for being a loving brother and pretending to date your girlfriend so the media doesn't pry on your life and harass you two

yourusername the phrasing is making me sound like an ungrateful brat

charles_leclerc because you are?

yourusername i'm telling maman we'll see if she likes this

charles_leclerc ...

yourusername go get a girlfriend buddy we need more girls for our hangouts

charles_leclerc what have i done to deserve this?

yourusername you crashed niki lauda's ferrari

charles_leclerc DON'T go there

charles_leclerc it was break failure and you know it

yourusername sure, charlie, sure

alexandrasaintmleux y/n please leave charles alone he might cry

yourusername of course mia bella ragazza 🤍

charles_leclerc alex????

yourusername fuck off

charles_leclerc sigh

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yourusername out with mia bella ragazza 🤍

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username15 EH?????

username16 at least its not a man guys

username17 EXACTLY

username18 Y/N SOFT LAUNCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!

username19 im never shutting about this for like another 6 weeks

username20 MY WIFEE IS NOT SINGLE????

username21 stop why is alex in the reflection of the second pic

username22 dont fuel my expectations

username23 MEOW

username24 y/n pls check your dms

username25 bros tryna rizz THE y/n leclerc

username26 the audcaity to say this in a soft launch post HELP

username27 i need to know who shes posting about

username28 oh to be in a relationship with her

alexandrasaintmleux gorgeous gorgeous girl

yourusername its all you bella

alexandrasaintmleux you flatter me

yourusername its not flattery if its true

alexandrasaintmleux im blushing right now stop

yourusername anything for you bella 🫶

username29 lowkey why do they sound like theyre flirting???

username30 i have a theory that theyre dating but covering it by 'dating' other ppl

charles_leclerc looking beautiful

yourusername thank you charlie 🤍

alexandrasaintmleux she always looks beautiful!

username31 ALEX!?!??!?!

username32 MISS.

username33 not alex flirting with her boyfriend's sister INFRONT of him

username34 who ever shes dating is living the dream lifeee

username35 she better hard launch soon or im suing

username36 sigh i wish i was her

username37 call me delusional but shes dating lando

username38 noo i see it

username39 WAIT STOP THATS??

username40 y/n literally wrote MIA BELLA RAGAZZA WHICH IS ITALIAN FOR MY BEAUTIFUL GIRLLLLL

username37 jeez calm down

username41 MOTHERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

username42 woah

username43 can she like marry me idk

username44 can't wait to see her in the paddock again omggg

username45 STOP alex uploaded a story where she was in a restaurant too

username46 theres a lot of similar restaurants in monaco its probably her with charles

username47 sigh i want to be as pretty as her

username48 STUNNING.

username49 ate up everyone frrrr

username50 ALEX BAG HER UPPPP

username51 she better before we do

username52 frr omg

username53 the leclerc sibling fight over alex

username54 when i sleep i see her in my dreams

username55 MY GOOOD IM COMBUSTIG SHES GORGEOUSSSSSSSSSS

username56 mothered up so hard the earth cracked

username57 shes my kind of woman

username58 id let her hit me with charles' car

username59 real

username60 queen

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username61 how to kms no borax no glue

username62 oh!

username63 they haven't commented on this yet???

username64 why should they do

username65 it'll only fuel the rumors

username66 so will staying quiet

username67 WHAR?????????????????

username68 tagging them is BRUTAL

username69 wrong timing but face card never declined for all three of them

username70 and never will

username71 this was NOT on my 2024 bingo card

username72 if i had a penny for every time a leclerc got with alexandra id have 2 pennies which isnt a lot but its weird that it happened twice

username73 y/n x alex we need it

username74 the otp fr

username75 HELL YES LETS GO WE GOT YURI

username76 WHERE ARE THEYYYYYY I NEED THEM TO SPEAK ABT THISS

username77 was full on expecting y/n to comment on this

username78 ME TOO like her ass would say 'girl what' or sum

username79 FRRR

username80 aww y/n looks so cute

username81 deleting all my socials after this

username82 they are SOULMATES vro

username83 this screams 'summer love triangle teenage drama series'

username84 OKAY BRO BYE IM LEAVING THIS EARTH THATS SO TRUE

username85 legit the summer i turned pretty (i didnt watch it)

username86 AND the kissing booth (didnt watch this either)

username87 this is fake i REFUSe to believe this

username88 i am JEALOUS, ENVIOUS, GREEN. WHY CANT THIS HAPPEN TO ME

username89 hottest love triangle i cant

username90 they ARE the main characters

username91 FRR like everyone else is just a side character

username92 gang if its a love triangle then theres incest

username93 this is the kind of romance ppl write books about

username94 STOP NOT THEM GOING RADIO SILENCE HELP ME

username95 if charles and alex break up then its true

username96 no bc i feel like im intruding on them rn

username97 THEYRE GORGEOUS

username98 shes everything and hes just ken

username99 idk who this is talking abt but its true for both y/n and alex

username100 charles could do so much better ew

username101 my QUEENS

username102 ok so like when do they hard launch

username103 if this turns out to be fake i will rage SO HARD

username104 i have a solution that alex and y/n get together and charles does whatever idk

username105 I DIED???

username106 i need them to go poly

username107 y/n and charles are siblings......

username108 I REMEMBER WHEN SOMETHING LIKE THIS HAPPENED LIKE IN AUS BC Y/N WAS SITTING ON ALEX'S LAP

username109 HELP WHAT???

username110 HOW DID I MISS THIS LORE???

username111 y/n made a story of her sitting on alex's lap again and was like 'and i'd do it a thousand times' then deleted it after like 2 minutes but it went viral LMFAO

username112 THIS IS SO RANDOM????

username113 leclerc-saint mleux lore goes DEEP

username114 man this shit is crazy

username115 idc whoever gets with who bc they will legit be the most gorgeous couple no matter what

username116 ALEX THE BEST WAGGGGG

username117 oh i am itching for y/n and alex hard launching with grand prix apperances

username118 when i opened insta i wasnt expecting THIS

username119 i-???? wtf do i even say

username120 i am SPEECHLESS

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yourusername chivalry is dead so i got me a girl. mia bella ragazza, ti amo tanto 🤍🤍 Tagged: alexandrasaintmleux

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alexandrasaintmleux je t'aime tellement, mon ange 🤍

yourusername 🤍🤍🤍

alexandrasaintmleux 🫶

username121 STOPP MY HEART CANT TAKE THIS

username122 this has me sobbing and i dont even know them

username123 WHAR?????????????????

username124 idk if i expected this or not

username125 honestly same

username126 WHAT THE SHIT

username127 werent alex and charles out on a date yesterday?????

username128 MY GYATTTTTT

username129 ????

username130 sTOP

username131 im deceased

username132 GIRL WHAT???? IM SP CONFUSED RN WHATTTT

username133 LETS GO us girlies won

username134 gang go check out the y/n and alex update accs they uploaded the whole saga wtf

username135 the most gorgeous gyals

username136 if i was charles id die like my sister dating my gf????

username137 alex was winning both ways

username138 PLEASEEEEE

username139 ICONIC.

username140 IUHGBSN????????????

username141 i dont believe in love

username142 FACE CARD IS LETHAL

username143 WHAT DID I MISS????

username144 SOBBING i love them sm

username145 if glazing them every single second was a crime id be 89 feet under

username146 GOD HAS FAVOURITES !!!

username147 THE SHIT????

username148 counting down the days tilll we get y/nalex appearance in the paddock

username149 the people's princess'

username150 STOP i just realised that y/n speaks to alex in italian bc alex is italian (by nationality) and alex speaks french to y/n bc y/n is monagesque (french speaking country)

username151 the aura from them is DIABOLICAL

username152 THATS SO....?? WTF IM IN LOVE

username153 i NEED a relationship like this

username154 OMG THATS SO ROMANTIC KILL ME

username155 i died

username156 GET THESE GIRLS THOSE RINGS NOWWWWWW

username157 they need to get married ASAP

alexandrasaintmleux i love you so so so so much

yourusername forever and always

alexandrasaintmleux until the end

yourusername 🫶🫶

alexandrasaintmleux 🤍🤍🤍🤍

charles_leclerc my favourite sister and her girlfriend

alexandrasaintmleux thank you charles!

yourusername i'm your only sister

alexandrasaintmleux ange...

yourusername what i'm just saying the truth

alexandrasaintmleux i love you more than anything in this entire universe my angel

yourusername i love you more than you'd ever know, pretty girl

arthur_leclerc GET A ROOM

lorenzotl arthur be nice

arthur_leclerc i'm not 5

yourusername then act like it

charles_leclerc guys stop fighting

yourusername HE STARTED IT

arthur_leclerc NO???

yourusername YES???

alexandrasaintmleux now we have to wait while they sort it out

charles_leclerc which could take decades

lorenzotl seems like it

username158 FUCKING FUCK OFF

username159 ok thats it im jumpiing off a cliff

username160 ive never seen something more funny and its in a fucking instagram comment section

username161 im actually crying

username162 i love them so much i hope nothing ever happens to them

username163 my heart is paining i cant take this anymore

username164 i need to know what charles feels about y/n dating his gf

yourusername he never dated her i was dating her it was all a pr stunt so we dont get attacked by homophobes

alexandrasaintmleux this worked out better than we thought

yourusername yeah i didnt think we'd get so much love

charles_leclerc you deserve it all

yourusername thank you charlie 🫶 love youuu

charles_leclerc love you too petit lapin

username165 no i refuse bye i cant

username166 PETIT LAPIN IS SO CUTE STOP ITTTTT

username167 the a in alexandra saint mleux starts for a lovesick fool for y/n

username168 THE WAY THEY STARE AT EACH OTHERRR>>>>>

username169 how i wish for love like this

username170 greatest love story frrr

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one thing abt me is im going to read angst no matter how much it hurts me :')

their friend group is so cute & fun I loved the relationships you made between them

     “ Bucky, thank you for the offer, but-” Bucky interrupted you before you could continue,” Come on, doll. Just one date. I’ll keep it friendly,” there was a hopeful look in his eyes. There was a clear conflict of interest as coworkers if you said yes. If you said no, then things could go back to the way they were. You would, however, never get to see what Bucky was like on a first date. Something you found yourself intrigued to find out. He's so dreamy!! doll gets me every time 🥹

     You tensed up, Bucky pulling away when you did. “ Doll, was it bad? Did I do something wrong?” You shook your head profusely,” No, Bucky, you did everything right. This has been the best date I’ve ever had. It was amazing and you’re amazing, but this. . .this can't happen,” you tried to make yourself clear, but your voice faltered towards the end. He looked wounded,” What? Why? Y/n, I have feelings for you and I can tell you have feelings for me too. The way you kissed me now-” you stopped him there,” Please forget about the kiss. Forget about this ever becoming something more. It can’t and it won’t.” He was baffled and could barely form any words,” Why? You just said this has been the best date you've ever been on. How can everything be going so wrong now?” He leaned against the capsule, shaking his head in disbelief. The sight of him made your heart ache. NOOOO:( this hurts my tummy bucky is literally so precious and simply just trying to have a good time & follow his heart why would anyone break it 😭

     “ I’m not,” with that said, it's like you threw the key back at him. The ferris wheel came to a stop, neither of you moving to leave. Bucky was looking at you as if you were a stranger—maybe you were now.  I'm actually going to be violently ill over this for DAYS. how could you do this 😭😭 

     Nevertheless, Bucky insisted on convincing you otherwise, following you with the teddy bear in hand. You weren’t the only ones leaving, so the crowd was dense and easy to get lost in. In less than a minute, however, he lost sight of you. His hand no longer in yours making sure that didn’t happen.  UGH NO:(, the hand comment I'm ACHING :( this is so devastating 

so according to the law (my rb of the prequel thing) i must sue you, so pay up🫶🏻 (just make them in love)

Conflict of Interest

Pairing: Detective!Bucky Barnes x Lawyer!Reader

Summary: After the many failed dates Natasha set you up on, you decide to give up on the dating scene all together. That is until Bucky makes it his mission to change your mind, but will he be enough to change it?

Word Count: 2.9k

Warning(s): angst + fluff / mentions of homicide and case details / cheating (from side character) / drinking / failed dates / heartbreak

a/n: In Five Years Part 2 is taking me longer than expected to write, so here’s a small fic in the meantime! My finals are in two weeks and I can’t wait to get them done and over with to finally have more free time to write! Thank you for reading! ❤️

➵ Prequel Drabble // ➵ Part II 

     “ No more, Nat. I can’t go on another date,” you shut down Natahsa’s latest offer, taking a sip of the freshly brewed coffee she made. She rolled her eyes, sitting next to you on the leather couch in your joint office.“ Y/n, you’re seriously going to turn down another guy? I haven’t even told you anything about him yet,” she egged the idea on. You shook your head, handing her the latest case you were assigned to prosecute. “ Can we please just focus on this case? The trial is in a few weeks and we need to be prepared,” you refused to entertain this conversation any longer. 

     “ I just think you’ll really like th-“

     “ No.”

     “ But this guy is really cute and a doctor an-“

     You gave her a stern look,” No, I’ve decided to stop dating all together. They never end well and at this point emotionally, I can’t handle it.” You stood up to grab one of your law books. You needed to brush up on the precedents for previous crimes of passion in New York. Natasha sighed, glancing over the first file,” Your dates haven’t been that bad.” 

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[latanyalove]

Sick Day

Summary: You're sick but you don't want to disturb your busy captain and the crew.

Song: Coming Down by The Weeknd

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The salt spray stung your face as you clung to the railing of the submarine, Polar Tang. The familiar rocking of the vessel usually soothed you, but today, it churned your stomach with a vengeance. Each swell sent a wave of nausea crashing over you, and the lump in your throat threatened to betray the secret you’d been desperately trying to keep.

“Another beautiful day at sea, eh, Y/N?” Shachi called out, his ever-present grin plastered on his face. He approached, a length of rope slung over his shoulder, and threw an arm around your shoulders.

His touch, normally comforting, felt like a brand on your feverish skin.

“Gorgeous,” you managed, forcing a smile and leaning away slightly. “Just taking in the fresh air.”

Shachi, bless his oblivious heart, seemed to buy it. “That’s the spirit! Captain’s in the library, buried in some ancient medical text again. Probably trying to find a cure for boredom.” He chuckled. “Don’t think he’s slept in days. You should see the bags under his eyes.”

Your heart clenched. That was precisely the reason you were out here, battling the waves and the growing weakness in your limbs. Trafalgar Law, your…everything, was already overworked.

He dedicated his life to the well-being of his crew, pushing himself relentlessly. The last thing he needed was you adding to his burden with a simple cold.

“Maybe I will,” you said, your voice a little too high-pitched. “Catch up on some reading myself.” You detached yourself from Shachi’s grip and hurried below deck, hoping he didn’t notice the tremor in your hands.

The air inside the submarine was thick and humid, doing little to alleviate the chill that had settled deep in your bones. You bypassed the library – Law’s sanctuary – and stumbled toward your shared cabin.

Collapsing onto the bunk, you pulled the threadbare blanket over yourself, trying to ignore the throbbing in your head and the scratchiness in your throat.

“Y/N? Are you alright?”

Bepo’s anxious voice cut through the fog in your brain. You peeked out from under the blanket to see the massive polar bear crouched in the doorway, his brow furrowed with concern.

“Fine, Bepo, fine,” you mumbled, pulling the blanket higher. “Just a little tired.”

Bepo wasn’t stupid. He knew you better than anyone, barring Law himself. He padded closer, his large paws silent on the metal floor.

“Your face is flushed,” he said, his voice laced with worry. “And you’re shivering. Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Just a little seasick,” you insisted, turning your face to the wall. “It’ll pass.”

Bepo hesitated, his ears twitching. “Maybe…maybe I should tell Captain.”

Panic flared in your chest. “No! Bepo, please don’t. He’s so busy. It’s nothing, I promise. Just let me rest.”

You knew you were being unreasonable, but desperation lent your voice a sharp edge. Bepo, always sensitive to your feelings, retreated slightly.

“Okay, Y/N,” he said softly. “But…but if you need anything, anything, you promise you’ll tell me?”

“I promise,” you whispered, closing your eyes.

Days blurred into a miserable cycle of stolen naps, forced smiles, and growing weakness. You avoided Law as much as possible, knowing he’d see through your charade in an instant.

You choked down your meals, forcing yourself to socialize with the crew, all the while battling a fever that threatened to consume you.

The hardest part was keeping your distance from Law. You craved his touch, his presence, his unwavering gaze. He was your anchor, your safe harbor in a turbulent world.

But you couldn't risk him seeing you like this, a pathetic, sniffling mess. You’d rather suffer in silence than burden him with your trivial illness.

One evening, as you were attempting to sneak a cup of herbal tea – Penguin’s well-intentioned remedy, despite your protests – Law’s voice stopped you in your tracks.

“Y/N.”

You froze, your back to him. The sound of his voice sent a shiver down your spine, a different kind of shiver than the one that racked your body with fever.

“Captain,” you said, turning around slowly. You tried to appear nonchalant, leaning against the counter as if you weren’t desperately trying to keep from collapsing.

He stood in the doorway to the galley, his dark eyes narrowed, his expression unreadable. He was even more tired than Shachi had described, the lines around his mouth etched deeper, the shadows under his eyes more pronounced.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” he stated, his voice flat.

You forced a laugh. “Don’t be ridiculous, Captain. I’ve just been…busy.”

He raised an eyebrow, a silent challenge. “Busy doing what, exactly? Trying to master the art of disappearing?”

You swallowed, your throat burning. “I…I just wanted to give you space. You’ve been working so hard.”

He stepped closer, his gaze unwavering. “And you think hiding from me is helping?” He reached out, his fingers brushing against your forehead. You flinched, but he didn’t pull away.

“You’re burning up,” he said, his voice laced with concern. “How long have you been sick?”

The fight drained out of you. There was no point in denying it any longer. He knew. He always knew.

“A few days,” you mumbled, looking down at your feet.

His grip on your forehead tightened slightly. “And you didn’t think to tell me?”

You looked up at him, your eyes pleading. “I didn’t want to bother you. You have so much to worry about.”

He sighed, a sound of weary exasperation. “Y/N…" He took your hand in his, his thumb stroking the back of your palm. "You are never a bother. Ever. Do you understand?”

Tears welled up in your eyes. “But…”

“No buts,” he interrupted, his voice firm but gentle. “Come with me.”

He led you back to your cabin, carefully helping you onto the bunk. He didn’t say anything as he peeled off your clammy clothes and wrapped you in a fresh blanket. He worked with a practiced efficiency, his movements precise and gentle.

He summoned Bepo, who scurried off to fetch a basin of cool water and some clean cloths. Law sat beside you, dipping the cloth in the water and gently dabbing your forehead.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked again, his voice softer this time.

Your voice was hoarse. “I was scared.”

He looked at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of concern and something else, something that made your heart flutter despite the throbbing in your head.

“Scared of what?”

“That you’d be angry,” you whispered. “That I’d be a burden.”

He shook his head, his dark hair falling across his forehead. “You could never be a burden, Y/N. And I could never be angry at you for being sick.”

He continued to bathe your forehead in silence, his touch soothing and comforting. You closed your eyes, letting the cool water and his presence wash over you.

“From now on,” he said softly, after a long silence, “no more secrets. Not from me. Understand?”

You opened your eyes and looked at him, your heart overflowing with love and gratitude.

“I understand,” you whispered.

The next few days were a blur of fever dreams and Law’s unwavering care. He made you herbal teas, insisted on you resting, and even managed to coax a few bites of bland food past your protesting stomach.

The crew tiptoed around the cabin, whispering their well wishes and leaving small gifts – a rare orange, a hand-knitted scarf, a crudely drawn get-well card from Bepo.

Slowly, the fever began to break. The throbbing in your head subsided, and the nausea faded. You started to feel like yourself again, a little weak perhaps, but alive.

One evening, as you sat propped up in bed, reading a worn paperback, Law entered the cabin. He carried a tray with a steaming mug and a plate of crackers.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, his voice gentle.

"Much better, thank you," you replied, offering a tentative smile. "I'm almost back to normal."

He placed the tray on the small table beside your bed. "Good. I was starting to miss your sharp wit and irritating questions."

You chuckled, a genuine sound this time. "Irritating questions? You're just jealous of my superior intellect."

He smirked, a rare and precious sight. "Of course. That must be it." He leaned back against the wall, watching you as you sipped your tea. The silence that followed was comfortable, a familiar rhythm between you.

"Law," you began hesitantly, "I wanted to thank you. For everything."

He raised an eyebrow. "There's no need. I just did what anyone would have done."

You shook your head. "No, you went above and beyond. You could have left it to the others, but you didn't. You took care of me. And I... I really appreciate it."

He pushed himself off the wall and took a step closer. "Y/N," he said, his voice low and serious, "you're important to me."

Your heart leaped in your chest. "I –"

He cut you off, continuing before you could overthink and ruin the moment. "You're smart, resourceful, and you have this infuriating way of always knowing exactly what to say to piss me off, but also... to make me laugh. You bring a unique perspective to the crew. You challenge me."

He paused, his eyes searching yours. "And," he swallowed hard, "you're… kind of… essential to me."

You stared at him, speechless. Essential? Was he… could he possibly…

He seemed to realize what he had said, the implications of his words hitting him like a tidal wave. His cheeks flushed a faint pink, and he looked away, running a hand through his hair.

"I… I didn’t mean to say that," he mumbled, his voice barely audible.

"You didn't?" you asked, your voice trembling slightly.

He looked back at you, his gaze intense. "Well, I mean… I did. But… I didn't mean to say it like that. It just sort of… came out." He was a mess, a far cry from the stoic, collected captain you knew him to be.

You couldn't help but laugh, a nervous, shaky sound. "So, you're saying you didn't intend to accidentally confess your… whatever this is, to me, while I'm still recovering from a fever?"

He groaned, burying his face in his hands. "This is a disaster."

You reached out and took his hand, your fingers intertwining with his. "Hey," you said softly, "it's okay. It's more than okay."

He looked up, his eyes filled with doubt and a glimmer of hope. "It is?"

You squeezed his hand. "Yes, Law. It is. Because… I feel the same way."

His eyes widened. "You… you do?"

You nodded, your heart soaring. "I do. I have for a long time."

A slow smile spread across his face, transforming his features. It was the most genuine, unguarded smile you had ever seen. He leaned down, his breath warm against your ear.

"Then maybe," he whispered, "this accidental confession wasn't such a disaster after all."

He leaned in closer, and you closed your eyes, anticipation flooding your senses. His lips brushed against yours, a tentative, feather-light touch. It was a promise, a beginning.

The door to the cabin slid open with a bang, and Penguin's head popped in. "Captain! We've spotted–" He stopped mid-sentence, his eyes widening in surprise as he took in the scene. "Oh. Sorry. Am I interrupting something?"

Law pulled away, his cheeks flushing again. "Yes, Penguin. You are."

Penguin backed out of the cabin, his eyes wide with a mixture of shock and amusement. "Right. Carry on, then. I'll just… tell the others to steer clear." He disappeared, leaving you and Law alone once more.

You both burst out laughing, the tension finally dissipating. The world outside your tiny cabin seemed to fade away, leaving only you and Law, the quiet hum of the Polar Tang, and the undeniable spark of something new, something real, igniting between you.

The fever might have been a curse, but it had inadvertently led to a cure for a different kind of ailment, one you had both been suffering from in silence for far too long.

And maybe, just maybe, accidental confessions were the best kind. . . .

[akawifeyy]

LEMONADE | fic (DR3)

description: as much as he would miss the high-stakes lifestyle of formula 1, daniel ricciardo is ready to start fresh. and the perfect start seems to be in his hometown, where a little girl is running a lemonade stand.

tropes: meet-cute, happy ending, lemonade stand au!, single mum!reader

face claim: none

trigger warnings: mature content (!!), swearing

| note: i love dr3 soooo much y'all, i hope i did him justice 🫶

It all started with the lemonade stand.

A young girl, probably five or six years old, with curly brown braids tied up in pink ribbons, was standing by its side. She stood at attention like a miniature soldier, her eyes watching the street for potential customers.

The hand-painted sign swinging from the top read "Leia's Lemonade Stand" in blocky yellow writing, and a giant beaker of the refreshment was perched on the counter.

Daniel was intrigued. He patted his pockets, looking for any spare change, and found a wad of bills. "Hey," he greeted the little girl, who looked up at him with owlishly large eyes. "I'd like to buy some lemonade? One glass, please."

She beamed, dashing behind the counter to hand him a cool glass filled with sugary yellow liquid. "That'll be two dollars!"

"Here you go," Daniel said, counting out the money and leaving her some extra change, handing it to her. "Thank you for your service."

As Daniel was turning to leave, you walked up to the girl, who was your carbon copy, just a decade or two younger. You were her mother, Daniel assumed. "What do we say, Leia?" you asked, a proud smile evident on your face.

"Thank you and you're welcome!" Leia chirped.

Daniel took a sip of the cool refreshment, sighing in contentment. "This is delicious stuff. Did she make it herself?" he asked you.

"I helped out a bit, but most of this was done herself."

He outstretched his hand. "I'm Daniel."

"Y/N," you replied, taking it. "I haven't seen you around before. Did you just move here?"

Daniel shook his head, trying to formulate an answer. "I just moved back from, uh...out of the country."

"Oh?" you inquired. "I'm jealous, I've never lived outside of Perth. My parents were born here, I was born here, and now Leia was born here. It's tradition, I guess."

He laughed. "Perth is a nice place. The rest of the world is overrated."

"At least you've experienced it," you griped.

Daniel huffed out a breath, reminiscing on his years of fast-paced travel. City after city, country after country. He never stayed in one place for long. "Yeah, I suppose so. Have you really never been outside of Perth?"

You lowered your head, self-conscious. "I mean, I've visited Melbourne for a weekend girl's trip, but my life has been pretty busy ever since I had Leia. And her father...doesn't help out."

Daniel's attention sparked at the mention of Leia's father. "Is he around?"

You twisted your lips in consternation. "He's alive, but he skipped town shortly after Leia was born. Said he was destined for greater things, or some shitty statement like that. I don't remember, and frankly, I do not care. Leia and I get on just fine."

Daniel grinned. "I can tell." He set the glass back down on the counter, and Leia picked it up, putting it under the stand to be washed and cleaned later. "Thanks for the lemonade. Keep up the good work, hm?" he said to her, and she gave him two enthusiastic thumbs-up.

"I'll see you around?" you asked, hopefully in a casual tone.

Daniel nodded, giving you a cheesy wink. "Of course."

Two days later

The doorbell rung half past noon, and you checked the peephole to see who was there. Daniel. He was shifting nervously, wringing his hands out. "To what do I owe the pleasure?" you greeted him, stepping aside so he could enter the house.

"I was wondering if I could get another glass of the lemonade? Leia's done an amazing job with it."

You sighed sorrowfully. "We're all out, sorry. Leia has just started school again, so we haven't continued the business. Maybe we'll make some more during the weekend?"

Daniel pouted. "That blows. I've been looking for a way to talk to you again."

"Sorry." You shrugged one shoulder, and then you realized what Daniel had said. "Pardon me, what did you say?"

Daniel's eyes widened, his face reddening with embarrassment. "Uh, I was hoping to chat with you a bit? If that's alright? I don't want to intrude."

You shook your head, leading him into the living room. A variety of Leia's toys were scattered about, and you bent down to pick them up and move them out of the way. "It's OK, don't worry. My job's remote, so I don't have to leave or anything. Not until two, when Leia comes home from school."

"Great," Daniel said, sitting down on the couch beside you. "I've been bored out of my mind since I've come back to Perth."

You swallowed, not exactly sure of how to respond. "Yeah? Is your past haunting you or something?"

Daniel chuckled. "Not exactly. I'm just used to a lot of hustle-and-bustle, and Perth...isn't really delivering on that."

"Where did you work?" you asked.

He fidgeted with his hands. "Er...I used to be a Formula One driver. I know, wild, but yeah. DR3." He laughed again, but this time it was dry and full of resentment.

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Formula One? My sister's obsessed with it. Wow, that's really cool."

"Yeah, it is. But they moved on to better talent, and now I'm back here." He slouched down, avoiding your gaze.

You gently nudged his shoulder. "Well, I'm glad you've returned and that we've met."

He gave you a wan half-smile.

For another hour, you two chatted away, talking about your past, about Leia, and about your hobbies. You told him about your Star Wars obsession (aka the reason why you'd chosen the name Leia for your daughter), showing him the vintage R2D2 toy you kept on your bookshelf. In return, he told you about how he used to go fishing with his parents in Lake Monger and about some of his F1 exploits.

Eventually, the alarm you set to keep track of when to pick Leia up went off, marking the end of your conversation. "I've got to go," you apologized.

"It's no problem." Daniel waved a hand, brushing you off. "Here's my number in case you want to keep in touch?" He wrote it down on a piece of paper and handed it to you.

"Thanks," you said, flustered.

"See you around, Y/N," he said as he stepped out the front door.

Text messages between Daniel and Y/N (Takes place a week to two months after their first meeting)

Sydney, Australia (Two months later)

"Come on, Leia," you urged your daughter as you led her through a thick crowd of people in the airport. "Don't let go of my hand."

Daniel was in front, leading you towards the exit, where a glossy crimson Ferrari was parked. "Here we go." He opened the door for you, sliding beside you and helping to buckle Leia in.

You smiled at him. "Thanks so much for inviting us."

"No problem, darling."

The pet name sent a curl of heat through your core, and you looked out the window so you wouldn't have to respond. The view was stunning: metallic skyscrapers, a bustling city center. You couldn't believe that this was what you were missing out on your whole life.

About twenty minutes later, the car stopped in front of a sleek modern hotel. You saw Daniel's mum wave at you, and swallowed roughly. You prayed that she would like you.

"Leia, be nice," you chastised her before you disembarked from the car. "Use your manners."

Leia bobbed her head up and down. "I know, Mum."

When you walked over, Daniel's mum immediately struck up a conversation with you, pulling you into a tight embrace. "I'm Grace!" she introduced herself. "And this must be little Leia." She bent down to shake Leia's hand. "You look just like her."

"Thanks," you replied. "It's nice to meet you."

Grace put her hand on her heart. "Danny's told me all about you. I'm happy to see that you're exactly as I hoped."

Your gaze whipped to Daniel, who turned even redder. One more shade, and he could pass for a bearded tomato. "Really?"

"Yep!" Grace clapped Daniel on the back. "He loves you."

You blinked, but didn't blurt anything out. "We should probably head inside."

Daniel nodded fervently. "I agree."

That night

"You want to explain to me what your mum told me?" you probed Daniel, crossing your arms over your chest.

Daniel covered his face with his hands. "Fuck, Y/N, I'm sorry. She's not a good secret keeper."

"Are you saying that she was lying?"

His eyes peeked out from behind his palms. "Do you want me to say no?"

"Tell me the truth," you scolded.

Daniel sighed and took a step closer to you. "She wasn't. Ever since I saw you at that lemonade stand, I thought you were the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. You're funny, and strong, and independent. I want to prove to you that I won't be like the other one. I'm here to stay."

Without a second's worth of hesitation, you tugged on his shirt collar, pulling him down to your height, and kissed him. He moaned softly, his arms snaking around your waist and caging you against the wall. "Fuck, Y/N."

The kiss became more passionate as you tangled your fingers in Daniel's brown curls, and his own found the swell of your breasts underneath your shirt. "You're so perfect," he murmured softly. "Can I?"

You nodded, at a loss for words. Daniel lifted your shirt over your head, revealing the lacy pink bra you were wearing. "Fuck, I'm going to come in my pants like a schoolboy right now. My God, you're a fucking work of art."

You unbuttoned his shirt and loosened the waistband of his pants, letting them fall to the floor. Daniel picked you up, placing you on the bed. "The door's locked," he assured you when you opened your mouth. "If we're quiet, Leia won't know anything."

"Good," you whispered. "I don't want to traumatize her."

He laughed, and kissed you again on the collarbone. Carefully, he placed your hands above your head and said, "I want to have sex with you. Is that OK?"

"You don't have to ask, Daniel," you rasped.

Daniel shook his head. "Yes, I do. Consent is not a laughing matter, darling."

You expelled a breath in faux-annoyance, and he continued his mission. One slow thrust, and he was in you, filling your pussy and making you groan with pleasure. "Daniel..."

"Does it hurt?" he asked worriedly. "I'll go slower."

You twisted your head to look at him. "No, it's fine. Just...not used to this. It's been a while."

He pecked you on the forehead, his arms caressing the curves of your skin. "I won't hurt you, I promise."

He drove into you, the movements firm and sure. Soon, you felt the tidal wave of pleasure build up in you like an insistent hum. "Daniel, I'm going to..." you trailed off, the sentence ending with another moan.

Daniel kissed you on the temple, the touch exactly what you needed to tumble over the edge. "Let go for me, darling."

And so you did, the orgasm rippling over you and making you shudder with satisfaction.

He pulled out a moment later, his own orgasm succeeding yours, and he flopped down beside you, one arm wresting you closer to him. "You're stunning."

"When I'm all fucked out?" you teased.

Daniel played with a loose strand of your hair, his eyes bright with happiness. "Yep."

"You're so silly, Daniel," you poked fun at him, tapping his nose twice.

He flicked your nose, and stated the very obvious fact, "But you adore me."

Three weeks later

Daniel clutched the bouquet of tulips in his hand, suddenly nervous. It wasn't the first time he had taken you out on a date. Hell, it wasn't even the second time. Yet each and every time, he was terrified.

You were perfect.

And he was...he was Daniel, the former F1 driver for four teams.

"Thanks for picking me up," you told him as he ushered you to his car. "I really appreciate it."

He gave you a quick kiss on the forehead. "No problem, darling."

You sat down, and then readjusted your position, feeling something poking your back. It was a box.

"Not a ring," he promised when he saw your expression. "I wouldn't have you accidentally sit on your engagement ring, darling."

You scowled at him, but popped open the top. A beautiful ruby necklace gleamed up at you, and you let out a gasp.

"It's my mother's. She wanted you to have it," Daniel told you.

"Wow, Daniel. This is...breath-taking." You hugged him.

"Just like you," he flirted, and you rolled your eyes. "It's the truth."

You extricated the necklace from the box and clipped it around your neck. "How does it look?"

"Perfect." He kissed you on the lips, one hand nestled on the crook of your jaw. "And all mine."

─── ୨୧ ─── THE END ─── ୨୧ ───

[punksyeet]

- Daddy’s Home ❥

Plot: Roman reunites with his girls after a week-long work trip.

Warning: Hefty flirting, mature language, & smut (oral in the shower)!

A/N: thank you to @mrsfatu08 for this request. apologies for the delay, but i hope you enjoy regardless! 💐🫶🏼

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“Da…da…da,” my daughter coos, before fisting a couple pieces of pasta into her mouth.

I chuckle, putting some more in her bowl. “That’s right, baby. Dada will be home soon.”

As if she can understand me, she gives me the most precious four-toothed smile.

My husband is Joe Anoa’i. Known to the public as Roman Reigns, the Head of The Table, and/or the Tribal Chief.

We’ve been together for six years — married for two — and had our baby girl, Jailynn Rose, seven months ago.

As a professional wrestler, Joe is on the road constantly.

Whether it’s doing live shows, filming pre-taped segments, or even traveling the world for PLEs, he’s home maybe 2-3 days a week if we’re lucky.

This week however, he participated in the Royal Rumble alongside being announced as two covers of the video game WWE 2K25.

So, as a result, he’s been gone for a little while.

Yes, it can be a struggle sometimes. And motherhood is difficult in itself, let alone when you’re experiencing it solo 80% of the time.

But nothing will ever replace the excitement that both myself and my daughter feel when he walks through our front door.

With a deep sigh, I unlatch the table from Jailynn’s chair and pick her up.

“Alright babygirl,” I say breathlessly, holding her in an arm and bringing the table over to the sink with the other. “Let’s get you all nice and clean.”

She coos in response, earning a giggle from me, and we begin our journey out of the kitchen and upstairs.

“Ba ti!” she calls out, jumping up and down, holding the wall of the tub for support.

I smile, letting the warm water run and create suds of gentle body wash.

“Bath time!” I say with her excitedly, clapping my hands.

She squeals and claps along with me.

Eventually, I undress her and place her in.

As she’s splashing around in the water, I hear the front door open.

“I’m hooome!” Joe calls out before closing it.

I widen my eyes and gasp at Jailynn who squeals, clapping her hands. “Dadadada!”

“Dada’s home!” I join her and say in between giggles.

Moments later, Joe pops his head into the bathroom and Jailynn goes nuts, over the moon to see her daddy.

I smile watching him pick our daughter up and attack her face with kisses.

She laughs the entire time, grabbing his face with her tiny hands.

“Give dada kiss?” he asks, puckering his lips.

She responds by leaning into him with her mouth wide open.

“Aww good job baby,” I coo, smiling.

She claps in response and we join her.

He chuckles. “Thank you, princess.”

He places her back down and she goes back to her toys, before he turns to me.

“Welcome home love,” I coo, wrapping my arms around his neck and looking up at him.

“Thank you gorgeous,” he replies, wrapping his around my waist. “I missed you so much.”

He gently holds either side of my face and leans down, bringing his lips to mine.

I kiss back and place my head on his chest once we pull away.

His scent is so comforting. A comfort that I’ve been without for what has felt like years.

He holds his chin on my head and rocks us back and forth.

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It’s now 7:30pm - Jailynn’s bedtime.

As I lay her down in her crib, Joe places a hand on my lower back.

“I’ve got it baby,” he exclaims, rubbing small circles. “Go relax.”

I give him a soft but grateful smile. “You sure, babe? I don’t mind.”

He shakes his head and kisses my temple. “Positive. Go on, mama.”

I nod, lean down, and brush Jailynn’s curls away from her forehead, before giving her a kiss on the cheek. “Sweet dreams, my baby.”

An adorable little smile appears behind her pacifier, earning a chuckle from both me and Joe.

I stand back up and give him a kiss on the cheek before leaving the bedroom and quietly shutting the door behind me.

Once I’m in our bedroom, I decide to unwind with a nice hot shower.

I grab one of my lace sleepwear sets and head into our bathroom.

“Mind if I join you, pretty lady?” Joe asks, as I’m about to step into the tub.

I smirk and turn around to see my sexy husband, already shirtless and leaning against the doorframe.

“Not at all handsome,” I reply, taking a step closer to him and wrapping my arms around his neck. “Baby girl is asleep already?”

He nods, scanning my naked body. “Knocked right out. Must’ve known her daddy was in a hurry.”

My bottom lip slides between my teeth and I tilt my head, as he feathers soft kisses on my jaw and neck.

“Mmm,” I half-moan / half-hum in approval. “In a hurry for what exactly?”

He smirks and gently lifts my chin, his gorgeous brown eyes locked on mine. “To reclaim what’s mine.”

** smut warning! **

Before I can respond, he connects our lips, immediately sliding his tongue across mine.

The kiss gets steamy quick, as he slides his hands up and down my body.

My breath hitches as he grabs handfuls of my ass, his fingertips just barely grazing my pussy from behind.

“Already soaked for me,” he mumbles against my lips, his voice as deep and sexy as ever. “Y’missed daddy that much, hm?”

“You have no idea,” I reply, my voice just above a whisper.

He smirks and scoops me up by my thighs, never breaking the kiss.

I automatically wrap my legs around his waist, as he brings us into the shower.

The hot water cascades down my back and steam takes over, immediately calming any butterflies I had from earlier.

You’d think I’d stop having butterflies years ago, given how long I’ve been with him.

But when you’re married to Joe Anoa’i, don’t hold your breath.

“J-Joe….baby…” my voice trails off, as he feathers kisses down my body and lifts one of my legs onto his shoulder.

“Shhh,” he orders, stroking my folds ever so gently with his thumb. “Just relax and enjoy, sweetheart.”

As soon as his thick and wet tongue makes contact with my skin, I immediately feel like I’m ascending.

“Fuck,” I whisper-moan, my hand immediately traveling down to his gorgeous curls. “Joe, oh my god.”

He hums in approval, digging his fingers into my hips and flicking his tongue in and out of my clit.

“So fucking sweet baby doll,” he mutters against my pussy. “I’ve been craving your taste for so long.”

I try to form words, but the feeling of his mouth on me takes over, interrupting my thoughts and resulting in a loud and hearty moan.

“Just like that sweet thing,” he exclaims, stroking small circles onto my thighs. “Let me hear you.”

Between his dirty words and his skillful tongue, I almost immediately feel a deep pit in my stomach.

And before I can let him know, he practically reads my mind.

“Go on and cum for me mama,” he says, his voice extra raspy. “Make a mess on daddy’s face. Show me how much you missed me.”

My climax rips through my body, as I softly whimper and grind against his tongue.

** smut over! **

“Fuck,” I mutter to myself, running a hand through my hair, once I’m back to standing on two feet.

Joe chuckles and wraps me in his arms, followed by a kiss to my temple. “You good, honey? I didn’t get too ahead of myself, did I?”

I nod, panting lightly and giving his chest a kiss before laying my head on it. “It’s just been a little while, that’s all.”

Don’t get me wrong - my toys get the job done, but nothing and I mean nothing compares to the sex god that is my husband.

“Well as long as you feel good,” he replies, rubbing my back gently. “That’s all I’m worried about.”

I look up and give him a soft smile. “You’re perfect, you know that?”

He looks back down at me with a gorgeous smile in return. “The most perfect woman in the world calling me perfect? Hm, I’ll take it.”

I giggle softly and brush our noses together.

“Let’s finish up in here and get some rest, hm?” he suggests, nodding towards the door to our bedroom.

I raise an eyebrow, folding my arms across my chest. “Does ‘getting some rest’ entail getting into bed so you can get round two out of me, Mr. Anoa’i?”

He puckers his lips to the side and raises his hands, as a smirk grows on his face. “You said it, not me.”

I roll my eyes playfully, shaking my head. “You’re lucky I love you.”

He chuckles and grabs my face, pulling me in for some quick kisses.

“Now,” he begins, pulling away and grabbing my bottle of shampoo from the rack hanging on the wall. “Turn your lil fine ass around.”

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[cntloup]

toji x fem!reader

angst, bold italics indicate flashbacks, parenthesis are the character's thoughts

this pic of him makes me sooo 😵‍💫🥵

if anyone knows the artist, please let me know 🙏🫶

it's a saturday night and you've been invited to a ball tonight by your close friend, shiu.

you thought what would be better than to unwind with some friends after a long week. what you didn't think would happen was to see him.

you mentally curse shiu for not mentioning anything about him coming here. you thought it was a given that he wouldn't invite both of you.

you spent months crying, trying to get over that guy. and now, he's standing right in front of you, looking dashing as ever, in a suit no less.

you suddenly feel nauseous, as if all the emotions you thought were gone kept rushing back to you.

"you'll have to excuse me..." you mutter lowly to shiu who was just about to introduce you to some clients as you ignore him calling out your name and quickly walk out of the venue, mustering all your power to keep yourself from having a full-blown breakdown in the middle of the room.

as soon as you walk out the door, you break into uncontrollable sobs and start hyperventilating, clutching your chest in a desperate attempt to calm your pounding heart.

"hey... you ok?" suddenly, the world stops... and there's only that voice, the one you know all too well and haven't heard in over a year.

"the hell does that mean?!" he barks at you, his blood boiling as pure rage fills the hollow shell of suppressed emotions, trying to bury the bitter taste of heartbreak.

"I've tried, toji. I really have, to make it work. but I don't feel like you love me. you say you do, but they're just words. I feel like I'm just a maid. and a mom to megs. I don't feel loved for me. I don't feel like myself anymore..."

you let out a gasp and your head turns around as if on autopilot until your eyes meet his.

his already concerned expression softens even further as soon as he witnesses your disheveled look, bloodshot eyes and tear-stained cheeks which he has caused.

he feels the gnawing grasp of guilt in his heart for hurting you like this, all the memories of him in the past year coming back to him, how he was absolutely and completely shattered to pieces over your breakup. and now he can only imagine how it must have been for you.

he was an absolute wreck after you; always beating himself up over pushing you away so much to the point that you doubted his love, ('how did we end up like this?') he kept drinking his sorrow away until he blacked out every night and gambled all his money away even more so than usual without a care which shiu noticed and toji figures now that must have been the reason why he invited both of you.

you were his everything. you proved him wrong when he thought he was done with love after the death of his wife. you dragged him out of the pit of despair and held him through the turmoil, in your loving embrace which became his home.

the silence weighs heavy on your chest, thick tension filling the room as the leaden weight of the words that have just been uttered settles in your heart, and his.

"y-you're leaving?" his quivering voice is laced with a bleak desperation, as if trying to grasp at even a sliver of hope that this is not happening, his worst nightmare.

"goodbye, toji." you swallow the lump in your throat, 'I will always love you...' the words play out in your mind, but they never leave your mouth.

"what are you doing here?" you wipe the tears furiously with your hands as you think he shouldn't see you like this, ('please hold me')

"I could ask the same thing." he takes a step closer to you, carefully as if not to scare you away, ('still love you...')

"fuckin' shiu..." you shake your head, ('can't live without you')

he chuckles dryly, ('take me back please... i promise to be better... for you, i will')

you both stand there, staring into each other’s eyes for what feels like an eternity, feeling yourself nearly getting lost in his eyes, before sensing a surge of emotions rushing into you and overwhelming your heart, causing you to avert your gaze from him and mumble a quiet 'I need to go' and quickly make your way towards your car before he has any time to react, ('please stay! curse me, hit me, anything! just please, stay!') still shocked by seeing you after so long when he thought he was over you. what a fool.

oh, how you wish you could have stayed. how you wish he wouldn't have let you go in the first place. and how you wish you had the heart to let it all out instead of just leaving...

you notice him running after you in the rear-view mirror, but you know it's too late now as you drive away with tears in your eyes, your loud sobs mixing with the roars of the heavy metal music playing in the car.

[gf2bellamy]

omg I ADORED what you did with observation!!

anyways, I have another request and it’s based off of a great movie (that just so happens to have mgg in it)

It’s reader’s first day at the BAU and while she’s taking the elevator she’s listening to music. Another person joins her in the elevator (Spencer) and he comments on her music taste saying he loves the artist she’s listening to. (eventually that interaction leads to more)

thank you so so much 🫶🏻!!

-B

music — spencer reid

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader ( no use of y/n ) content warnings: nervous reader bc it's her first day a/n: HII B!!! i'm so so glad you liked observation <333 i sort of tried to copy the scene in the movie - also i used beethoven as the music, reader was listening to bc spencer mentioned once ( s5 i think ) that he liked his music ( i do too tbh ) - i hope you like this !!

The fluorescent lights of the FBI headquarters buzzed softly overhead as you stood in the lobby, waiting for the elevator. Your foot tapped nervously against the polished floor.

Today was your first day at the Behavioral Analysis Unit, and despite all your preparation, the nerves were getting the best of you.  

You glanced at your reflection in the shiny elevator doors—your outfit was professional, your hair was neatly styled, and your badge was clipped securely to your belt. But your nerves were still getting the best of you.

You reached into your bag and pulled out your headphones, slipping them over your ears.

As soon as you hit play, the opening notes of Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata filled your ears. The soft, melancholic melody was like a balm to your nerves.

Your foot slowed its tapping, gradually falling into sync with the rhythm of the music. You closed your eyes for a moment, letting the music wash over you. 

The soft ding of the elevator arriving pulled you from your thoughts. You opened your eyes just as the doors slid open.

You stepped inside, pressing the button for the floor of the BAU. As the doors began to close, a hand shot out, stopping them.

You looked up to see a tall man stepping into the elevator with you. His dark hair was a little messy , his tie slightly askew, and he carried a worn leather satchel slung over one shoulder.

Your eyes met for a brief moment, and he offered you a small, polite smile. You returned it, though you were sure yours looked more nervous than friendly. He stood beside you, his hands clasped in front of him, and the elevator doors closed with a soft whoosh. 

He glanced at you from the side, his hazel eyes curious. You caught his gaze and smiled awkwardly, unsure of what to say.

He opened his mouth to speak, and you saw his lips move, but the sound was muffled by the music still playing in your headphones. Quickly, you pulled them off, letting them rest around your neck. 

“Sorry?” you asked, your voice soft as you smiled at him apologetically. 

“I said I enjoy Beethoven too,” Spencer repeated, his voice slightly higher than before, as if he wasn’t entirely comfortable initiating conversation. He adjusted the strap of his satchel bag, his fingers fidgeting nervously. 

“Really?” you asked, your interest piqued as you turned to face him more fully. “Not a lot of people I know listen to classical music.” 

“Yeah,” he nodded, meeting your eyes briefly before looking away again. “It’s… complex. I like that. It gives my brain something to focus on.” 

You smiled. “Same here. It calms me down,” you admitted, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “Especially on days like today. It’s actually my first day.” 

Before Spencer could respond, a loud ding echoed through the elevator, signaling that you’d reached your floor.  

The doors slid open, and the two of you stepped out into the hallway. You paused in front of the elevator, the doors closing behind you as you turned to face him. 

“Oh, really? What department?” Spencer asked, his tone curious as he shifted his satchel strap on his shoulder. 

“The BAU,” you replied, meeting his hazel eyes again. You couldn’t help but notice how they seemed to light up at your answer. 

“The BAU?” he repeated, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “That’s… that’s my department too.” 

“Really?” you said, your eyes widening in surprise. “What are the odds?” 

Spencer chuckled softly, his nervousness seeming to ease a little. “Yeah, I guess it’s a small world. Or, uh, a small building, at least.” He paused, then added, “I can show you around, if you’d like. The BAU can be a little overwhelming on your first day.” 

You felt a wave of relief wash over you. “That would be amazing,” you said, your smile widening. “I was kind of dreading trying to figure everything out on my own.” 

“It’s no problem,” Spencer said, his voice warm. “I remember my first day. I was… well, let’s just say it wasn’t exactly perfect.” 

You laughed softly, feeling less nervous than you did 5 minutes ago. “I find that hard to believe. You seem like you’ve got it all together.” 

He shook his head, a faint blush creeping up his neck. “Trust me, I didn’t. But you’ll be fine. The team’s great. They’ll make you feel at home.” 

As the two of you walked down the hallway together, Spencer began pointing out different rooms and explaining their purposes. His voice was calm and gentle, and you found yourself hanging onto his every word.

“This is the bullpen,” he said, gesturing to the open area filled with desks and computers. “It’s where we do most of our work. Hotch—our unit chief—has his office over there, and the conference room is just down the hall.” 

You nodded, taking it all in. “It’s… bigger than I expected,” you admitted, feeling a little overwhelmed by the sheer size of the space. 

“It can feel that way at first,” Spencer said, his tone reassuring. “But you’ll get used to it. And like I said, the team’s great. They’ll help you settle in.” 

You smiled, feeling a little more at ease. “Thank you. I really appreciate this.” 

He returned your smile, his eyes softening. “Anytime. Welcome to the BAU.” 

[slytherin-pen]

Through His Eyes

The Intervention Rewritten

pairing: Lucien Vanserra x Nesta Archeron

word count: 2.7k

a/n: when i said i would upload minutes before midnight if i had to i did not imagine it would be so literal, but alas, that is exactly what happened. this was two separate fics i adjusted to fit together for @sjmromanceweek . it is for day 1: first kiss. in honor of Lucien being the first contender as Nesta’s mate, i chose them as my ship. if you can tell that i wrote half of this during a four hour drive and the other half intermittently when i could avoid socialization, no you can’t. anyways, i hope you enjoy 🫶🏻

Part 2

Lucien wasn’t sure why he was here. He had been at the manor he shared with Jurian and Vassa when Rhysand had scraped a talon against his mind and requested his presence at the River House.

He hadn’t expected to be summoned so soon after the disastrous Solstice party months ago. Where Feyre, his old friend, didn’t seem like much of a friend anymore, and Nesta—his mate—had made it painfully clear she wanted nothing to do with him. Wanted nothing to do with that entire night. His heart clenched at the thought of her, at the mere mention of her name. But what could he do? She had needed space, and he had given it. More than understood it.

He held all his mate instincts on a tight leash when he saw her walk into the house that night. She was pale, gaunt, had dark circles under her eyes, and the scent of alcohol clinging to her skin. He had smelled the other males, too. He hadn’t judged her for it—only worried. She had been through too much. Murdered and turned into Fae against her will, then thrown into a war where she and her sisters had been targeted. And after all of that, she had found out she was bound for eternity to him—a Fae male, the very thing she had been raised to fear.

Lucien had never resented her for keeping her distance. He had struggled with the bond, too. After Jesminda… he had thought he would never love another. For so long he had believed they were mates. Learning otherwise had shattered something in him. It had left him lost. Even now, he was still trying to grasp the truth that Nesta Archeron was his. And he had no intention of rushing into something she so clearly did not want. She needed time. Needed to heal. He only hoped that the Inner Circle was doing their part to ensure she was cared for.

His golden eye whirred as he glanced around the study. Everyone had gathered—except for Elain, Azriel, Morrigan, Nesta, and Cassian. Rhysand, dressed in his usual black, leaned against the mantel with crossed arms. Feyre and Amren sat together on the couch facing the hearth. Lucien, uneasy about this entire ordeal, took the armchair by the window, deliberately keeping his distance.

Clearing his throat, he finally asked, “May I ask why I have been summoned?”

Rhysand’s violet eyes snapped to him, as if only now remembering Lucien was there. A moment later, his expression smoothed back into boredom. “We have important matters to discuss. They should be here any moment.”

“And who is they—” Before he could finish, Cassian strode in, Nesta at his side.

Lucien went still.

She was bundled in a worn blue coat, her stained shoes barely making a sound against the rug, her wrinkled gray dress hanging looser on her than it should. And now that she was in the room, he could feel the simmering rage pulsing down the bond that tied them together.

He schooled his features, keeping his expression unreadable.

Feyre straightened in her seat, offering a soft smile. “I heard you had quite the night.”

Nesta’s silver eyes swept the room, pausing on him for the briefest of moments before settling on her sister. Chin high, back straight, she walked past him to claim the only empty chair left. It was near the couch and had clearly been moved there on purpose.

Cassian shut the door with a quiet click, then leaned against it, arms crossed.

Amren was the first to break the silence. “You look atrocious.”

Lucien’s eyes snapped to her, brow twitching in irritation. He didn’t miss the way Nesta’s shoulders tensed, nor the way her jaw locked.

“Though I bet it’s hard to look good,” Amren went on, “when you’re out until the darkest hours of the night, drinking yourself stupid and fucking anything that comes your way.”

Lucien barely managed to suppress a growl.

Nesta said smoothly, “I wasn’t aware my activities were under your jurisdiction.”

Amren challenged, “They are when you spend that much of our gold on wine.”

Lucien frowned. Our gold? What about Nesta’s gold? She had fought in the war and even helped them before the war. Surely she had been compensated. Had she truly burned through it all already?

Nesta’s glare found her sister and Feyre winced. “So you really did make me come all the way here for a scolding?”

“No, it’s not a scolding.” Feyre cut a sharp glance at Rhysand, who was still eerily silent, and then at Amren, who merely sat seething. “Think of this as a discussion.”

Nesta shot to her feet. “My life is not your concern, or up for any sort of discussion.”

“Sit down,” Rhysand snarled.

Lucien stiffened, his hands curling into fists. But Nesta did not back down. She remained standing, steel in her spine and fire in her eyes.

Rhysand said, “You are going to stay. You are going to listen.”

Nesta let out a low laugh. “You’re not my High Lord. You don’t give me orders.”

Lucien smelt it then. The fear permeating the air. Despite Nesta’s exterior, she was afraid.

Rhysand’s mouth curled into a cruel smile. “You want to go head-to-head, Nesta Archeron?” he purred. He gestured to the lawn seen from the window. “We’ve got plenty of space out there for a brawl.”

“That’s enough,” Feyre snapped at Rhysand. “I told you to keep out of it.”

Nesta took that chance to sit back down.

Feyre angled her head toward Rhysand, her nostrils flaring. “You can either leave, or you can stay and keep your mouth shut.”

Rhysand merely crossed his arms.

"You too," Feyre spat to Amen. The female harrumphed and nestled further into the couch.

Feyre twisted to face Nesta. “We need to make some changes,” she said hoarsely. “You do—and we do.”

"I'll take the blame," Feyre went on, "for allowing things to get this far, and this bad. After the war with Hybern, with everything else that was going on, it... You... I should have been there to help you, but I wasn't, and I am ready to admit that this is partially my fault."

“That what is your fault?” Nesta hissed.

“You,” Cassian answered. “This bullshit behavior.”

Lucien’s head jerked toward him, fury surging at the way he dared to speak to her.

"Look," Cassian went on, holding up his hands, "it's not some moral failing, but—"

"I understand how you're feeling," Feyre cut in.

"You know nothing about how I'm feeling."

Feyre plowed ahead. "It's time for some changes. Starting now."

"Keep your self-righteous do-gooder nonsense out of my life,” Nesta snapped.

"You don't have a life," Feyre retorted. "And I'm not going to sit by for another moment and watch you destroy yourself." She put a tattooed hand on her heart. "I decided after the war to give you time, but it seems that was wrong. I was wrong."

"Oh?" The word was a dagger thrown between them.

Rhysand tensed at the sneer, but still said nothing.

"You're done," Feyre breathed, voice shaking. "This behavior, that apartment, all of it— you are done, Nesta."

"And where," Nesta said, her tone mercifully icy, "am I supposed to go?"

Feyre looked to Cassian.

For once, Cassian wasn't grinning. "You're coming with me," he said. "To train."

Lucien was practically vibrating. A kettle of tea about to boil over.

“What?” Nesta demanded.

"As of this meeting," Feyre clarified, "you're moving into the House of Wind." She nodded eastward, toward the palace carved into the mountains at the far end of the city. "Rhys and I have decided that each morning, you will train with Cassian in Windhaven, in the Illyrian Mountains. After lunch, for the rest of the afternoon, you will be assigned work in the library beneath the House of Wind. But the apartment, the seedy taverns—all of that is over, Nesta."

Nesta’s knuckles went white against the chair’s arms. “I’m not moving to the House of Wind. And I’m not training with him.”

“It’s not up for negotiation,” Amren said.

“That’s enough,” Lucien cut in, voice sharp, lethal.

Every head turned.

Rhysand’s face darkened. “Lucien—this doesn’t concern you.”

“The hell it doesn’t,” Lucien snarled, moving to Nesta’s side. His hand hovered at her shoulder, a silent offer of support. “It’s why you asked me to come isn’t it?” he asked mockingly. “Nesta is my mate, accepted or not. And I won’t sit here while you treat her like some problem to be managed.”

Cassian shifted, uneasy. Amren merely rose a singular brow.

“She needs help,” Feyre said, frustration tightening her voice. “We’re giving her a chance—”

���A chance?” Lucien let out a bitter laugh. “Belittling and forcing someone against their will isn’t help, Feyre. It’s control. You should know better than this, considering you still hold Tamlin’s actions against me.”

Rhysand growled, low and menacing, but Lucien ignored him.

Lucien turned to Nesta then, his russet eye softening as it met hers. “Nesta,” he murmured, his voice a stark contrast to the rage he had just unleashed. “You don’t have to stay here. If you want to leave, come with me.” He reached out his hand, palm up, and waited.

He watched as something in her wavered. Something fragile, something that had been held together by sheer force of will alone. She searched his face, and Lucien let her. Let her look for the pity, the judgment she had come to expect. He knew she wouldn’t find it. All he had to offer was unwavering support.

And then, without a word, she rose from her chair and placed her hand in his.

Feyre surged to her feet, panic flickering in her eyes. “Nesta, wait—”

But Nesta didn’t. She didn’t look back.

Lucien’s grip on her tightened just slightly, steadying, anchoring. Then his flames swirled around them as they winnowed away. The last thing he saw before the world blurred was Feyre’s tear-streaked face.

And then they were gone.

The human lands were a nice reprieve from the madness they just fled. The rolling hills and dense forests stretched endlessly before them, so different from the glittering sprawl of Velaris.

The Band of Exiles Manor was large but modest, nestled near the edge of a sprawling forest. They had barely stepped onto the path leading to the house when Vassa ran to meet them, her fiery hair flowing behind her.

“What happened?” she demanded, her sharp gaze flicking between them.

Lucien’s hand remained grasped in Nesta’s. “It was an ambush. They were going to force her to go Windhaven with that overbearing bat,” he said darkly. “I wasn’t about to let them treat her like that.”

Vassa’s expression softened as she turned to Nesta. “You’re safe here,” she said, her voice gentler than Lucien had ever heard. “No one’s going to force you into anything you don’t want to do. Not on my watch.”

The firebird linked arms with Nesta, two queens in their own right walking toward the house together. Lucien knew Vassa was telling Nesta about her curse from the their heads were dipped down. About how she knows exactly what it’s like to be forced against your will.

Jurian stepped into the doorway, arms crossed, his usual smugness tempered by something more genuine. “Well, this will certainly make things interesting.”

Lucien shot him a look, but to his surprise, Nesta let out a quiet snort. And that—that—felt like the first real sign of life he had seen from her in too long.

The days passed slowly, quietly. Jurian and Vassa even tried to remain on their best behavior. Mostly.

There were no expectations here, no demands. Nesta wasn’t forced to train, to behave a certain way, to be anything other than herself. And Lucien was careful with her. He never pushed her to talk, never filled the silence with meaningless words. He simply was. A quiet presence beside her, a steady warmth at her side.

She unraveled slowly, like a thread being loosened from a tightly wound spool.

Lucien noticed the change in small ways—the way her shoulders lost their perpetual tension, the way she didn’t always stiffen when someone entered the room. The way she began to move through the house like she belonged there.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, he found her curled in front of the fireplace. The fireplace he used his magic to light after Nesta’s first reaction to the popping.

She sat with her legs tucked beneath her and one of Vassa’s romance books in her lap, but it remained closed. Lucien settled beside her without a word, close enough for his warmth to seep into her skin, but not touching.

Nesta’s voice was hesitant when she spoke. “You don’t have to sit with me.”

Lucien turned to her, studying the way she kept her gaze fixed on the fire as if she were afraid to look at him.

“I want to stay,” he said simply. “With you.”

She swallowed hard, her throat working against the weight of her own emotions. “I don’t deserve this. I don’t deserve you.”

Lucien exhaled softly, then reached for her hand. He moved slowly, giving her the chance to pull away. But she didn’t.

His fingers brushed over her knuckles, warm and steady. “You deserve everything, Nesta,” he murmured. “Especially love.”

She closed her eyes, her breath hitching. When she opened them again, they glistened with unshed tears. But she didn’t pull away.

“What you have been through,” Lucien cleared his throat, “it is unfathomable. Not just as a human, but even as a Fae… to go through so much in such a short amount of time. I’m so sorry you were not treated with more kindness afterward.”

“I don’t need to be coddled,” Nesta bit out.

His lips twitched. “No, of course not. You, Nesta Archeron, are made of steel. Unbreakable and unyielding. But some experiences should be handled carefully. Your heart, no matter how strong you are, should be treated as if it is the most fragile thing in the world. And you should be loved ceaselessly. No conditions, no ultimatums. Just loved, because you are you, and there is so much to love about you.”

Nesta stared at him in that assessing way of hers. Searching for any lies, any traps. There were none, and he knew she came to that conclusion when tears trailed down her cheeks.

“I don’t understand,” she whispered.

“What is there to understand?”

“Why? Because I am your mate?”

“No, not just because you are my mate,” Lucien chuckled softly. “Because you simply deserve love, Nesta. You are easy to love. Your sharp tongue does not make you unlovable, in fact, I find it endearing. And while I admire your claws and teeth, I hope that one day you will not feel like you need them. I know what it is like to be on guard at all times and it is exhausting. You must be so exhausted. I do not expect anything from you. This bond, while I have no qualms about, is not a priority right now. You are. You feeling safe, loved, and cared for is my priority.”

“Lucien..” she whispered, her voice cracking.

He wiped her tears with his knuckles, smiling sadly. “We both have some healing to do. The world has not been kind to us, and everyone has their ways of dealing with it. I do not hold those methods against you. You are not defined by those things. You are not defined by your past. The only person who can decide who Nesta Archeron is is you. And I cannot wait to meet her.”

Lucien froze as Nesta’s fingers brushed over his cheek, her thumb tracing the scar across his eye with a touch so gentle it sent a shiver down his spine. Then, before he could even process it, she kissed him. It was soft, barely more than a whisper of contact, but he felt it ripple through him like a spark igniting from head to toe.

“Thank you, Lucien,” she murmured. “I look forward to meeting you too.” Then she stood, poised as ever, and went up the stairs, but not before pausing to give him one last glance.

Lucien watched her go and pressed his fingers to his lips. It was then he knew—his heart belonged to Nesta Archeron.

[rdr2enjoyer]

Hi sweetheart! Was wondering if I could have some headcanons for how Arthur would look after you if you were sick/ how he’d comfort you if you were crying. Don’t worry if not, cancer’s been kicking my ass and I thought this could be a pick me up! All my love 🫶

Of course I can do this for you! Honestly, Arthur has a much more caring and nurturing nature than he gives himself credit for, and I believe he would do very well taking care of a sick loved one.

I'm sure you also get this all the time but, I'm so sorry you have to deal with this. I'm sure it must be exhausting in more ways then one. I wish you all the best, and I sincerely hope it turns around soon. Sending you so much love <3

How arthur would care for you if you were sick

I imagine Arthur would really struggle with feeling helpless when you're sick. He's not a doctor, not a miracle worker, and all he wants to do is take the suffering away from his sweetheart. He would try to hide it, of course. He doesn't want to put any more stress on you and the last thing he wants to do is make you worry about him, but it would just kill him that he couldn't take the sickness away.

Anything he can do, he would. When he's not by your side he's in the fields, forging for medicinal herbs to help with the pain, insomnia, and fatigue. every second away from you has him wracked with worry. He'd return as quickly as possible with a satchel full of different herbs - some he's not even sure what they do but hopes are helpful - and makes a tea for you.

Even if you didn't have much of an appetite he'd push you to eat and drink, telling you that you need to keep your strength up to fight this thing. If you're in such bad shape that you don't have the strength or will to feed yourself, he'd lift the cup and spoon to your lips himself, "That's it...doing good. Thank you, darlin'." He only hopes he has the capacity to be as gentle and patient as you need him to be.

When he's gone he puts only the people he trusts most to watch after you; that would be Grimshaw, Charles, or Sadie. But he's never gone for long; he can't handle the worry and anxiety he feels when he's away from you. What if you suddenly turn for the worst and he's not there? Waht if you wake up looking for him?

On the days where you're feeling a little stronger and want to try doing your chores again, Arthur would hover around you like an overprotective bird. You can tell how anxious he is as you struggle to rebuild your strength and stamina. Every groan of effort has him reaching out towards you, ready to catch you or whatever it is you're working to lift. Every time you assure him that you're okay, he'd deny even worrying. He doesn't want you to feel weak, but even more than that he doesn't want you to hurt yourself or tire yourself out.

He'd be a quiet listener as you confide in him how much your struggling. The exhaustion and pain in your voice would break his heart, but he would try not to show it externally. He wants to be strong for you, a rock. Words of comfort don't come easily to him, but he can quietly wrap his arms around you and hold you against him. His hands smooth down your hair and back as you cry into his shoulder, and he's grateful that he can at least do this for you.

[brain4stew]

Hey again!! I’m back here with yet another request 😇 also the last one I sent you was SO good 😭🙏 ur headcanons we’re amazing and I personally think the way you described the characters were spot on so kudos to you bro… anyways enough with my little ramble session here’s my next request hehe

May I request 1x4, Mafioso, and John Doe with a GN! Reader who is really, and I mean REALLY downbad and lowkey (highkey) insane for them? Like they would do ANYTHING for them (Basically their like Joe Goldberg for better use of words 😭) and whenever they encounter them they literally just start going nuts with screaming, and jumping up and down happily? Hopefully this makes sense LMAOO

Anywho, thank you again! And remember to keep yourself hydrated and take breaks! Your writing is amazing SKSKSKS

I legit have NO idea who Joe Goldberg is!! 😭😭 But tysm for the compliments!! 🫶🫶 (I will hydrate myself like a cactus atp, DROWN ME IN WATER.)

(As always, I do not entirely know the characters exact personalities and so on, so they might, if not most likely will be OOC!!)

That being said, here are the headcanons/something, under the cut!! ;

(1x1x1x1)

• 1x1x1x1, can hear you from across the damn map. How and why are you so loud?

• He ignores you for now, and goes to kill the other survivors, struggling a bit due to Guest 1337 and Shedletsky.

• When he does kill everyone, (except for Two Time, as he absolutely HATES them with their second life.) he goes to find and kill you.

• Unfortunately for him, he gets creeped out by you, and walks backwards, out of… What is it he’s feeling? Concern, disgust? Whatever he’s feeling, it’s weird.

• He decides to let his minions kill you instead, which… Proves to be difficult…

• When the timer ends, and you’re all sent back to your lobbies, he’s mentally exhausted by you… (Give him a break, he got confused by you.)

• While you, just babble on and on to the survivors about him. (Shedletsky called you a simp, and you might have strangled him a bit…)

• To say that 1x1x1x1 HOPE to not get you against him again, is an understatement.

(Mafioso)

• Mafioso is shocked and surprised by your volume, how and why can he hear you from across the map??

• Whatever the case is, he doesn’t care, as he goes to kill all the survivors.

• When he sees that you got hit by one of his guys, he immediately goes to you, to kill you off.

• However, he was NOT prepared to be greeted by… You being… You.

• He just stands there and stares at you for a while. (You’re strangely amusing to him…)

• After a while however, he goes away from you, and goes to kill the other survivors, as he’s running out of time.

• When the timer ends, everyone gets transported back to their lobbies.

• You are immediately babbling about Mafioso, and how much you love seeing him, and how awesome he is. (As you completely ignore your wounds, that the other survivors are trying to help you with.)

• Mafioso is in shock and confusion about you, how were you that loud, and why did you act the way you did? (He’s not entirely complaining, as you amused him, but still. WOAH.)

• Safe to say that, Mafioso is unsure if he wants to see you again or not.

(John Doe)

• John Doe is SHOCKED and CONFUSED, to say the least at your volume. How the hell did you manage that type of volume??

• He’s even unsure if he should kill you and the other survivors…

• He doesn’t kill them, he goes friendly. He stays by other survivors, and is just, confused as hell.

• When he sees you approach him, he’s even more confused. (Why are you going to him? Why- why are you going on his corrupted trail- NO. GET OFF IT NOW!)

• When the timer ends, and you all get sent back to your lobbies, John Doe is extremely confused, that 1x1x1x1 had to help him with his confusion.

• You, of course, are just babbling about him in the survivor lobby, as the survivors try and get the corruption off of you, and heal you.

• John Doe, too is confused if he wants to see you again or not. You made him go friendly after all, can you blame him for being confused?

[lesmiix]

Hii! Can you write something where the reader's friend dies in one of the games and Hyun-Ju comforts them?

ONE SHOT: I don't know what I would do without you.

Hyun ju x g/n reader.

Summary: One of your closest friends died during the mingle game, so Hyun-ju tried to comfort you

Warnings: Death, angst, panic attack, comfort, g/n reader, g/n friend.

f/n->friend name.

a/n: I've never written an angst one shot so I hope it's not too bad.

English's not my first language so there may be some grammatical and orography errors!

Requests for Hyun-ju are open 💗

Enjoy!!!🫶

You entered a big room, with some slight warm lights, there was a platform in the middle, with some horses, as a carousel.

A voice coming from a loudspeaker ordered you to get on the platform.

The voice started to explain the rules of the "mingle" game.

You were with your little group, f/n, Hyun-ju, young mi, Geum-ja and Yong-sik. F/n and you were childhood friends, you met each other as your parents were very close friends.

You both started joking about how much you liked to go to amusement parks as a kid.

Suddenly, the lights turned off, and the carousel began to spin. A children's song started playing and all of the memories of your childhood began to pop on your mind. You started to get a little bit anxious, holding your friends hand as hard as you could, making sure they didn't go anywhere.

The spinning stopped and you heard a number.

"Four" the female voice of the speaker said.

you started looking around, searching young mi and hyun ju, as Geum-ja and Yong-sik went with player 456 and 001. You started running towards an empty little room and pushed everyone inside.

The door locked as the 30 seconds counter finished.

"Is everyone okay?" f/n asked as they looked at you, watching the scared look on your face.

Young mi nodded while playing with her hands, obviously nervous, as you could hear the guns shooting outside.

A few minutes passed by and the door unlocked.

Everyone came out and you saw the older woman and get son, running towards you.

"Oh we were so worried about you" player 149 said while hugging you all.

"it's okay, we just have to stick together and have good coordination so we can win the game" you said while cleaning the slight sweat of your forehead.

You got again on the carousel.

the number was 6

You rapidly counted the members of your group.

"Me, f/r, Hyun-ju, Young mi, Geum-ja, Yong-sik" you muttered as counting with your fingers.

"we're six" you said out loud, while scanning which room were empty.

You ran, there were not enough rooms for every group so you had to be quick.

You opened a door. The room was full.

The counter was on for 7 seconds, you started panicking, you looked everywhere just to see hyun ju opening a door.

"Over here!" She yelled as everyone started running towards her.

Everyone started to get in the room, but a single player came in aggressively, taking f/r from their jacket, and throwing them out the room, it was player 333, who was all covered in blood.

He locked the door.

Before you could even react to what was happening you heard a shot. Staining your face with your friends blood.

"f/r?" you muttered, as you began to walk towards the door peephole. Just to see your friend on the ground, with a single shot between their eyebrows.

You looked at Myung-gi, still were too in shock to react, but the desire to beat him up was in your body.

The voice announced that the game finished, so you could return to the bedroom.

You didn't move a single muscle. Everyone came out the room, leaving you behind, except Hyun-ju.

You sat on the ground, breathing heavily, hands shaking, legs shaking, vision blurry. you didn't even realize who left and who stayed with you, you were in complete shock.

"Hey, y/n, breathe" Hyun-ju said, kneeling in front of you. She held you by your shoulders while she talked softly.

A soft voice came out her lips "Y/n, look at me".

Your eyes looked at hers.

"Breathe with me" She whispered, taking your hand in hers and pressing it on her chest, so you could feel her calm breathing.

While trying to match your breathing with hers, you started to feel more calm, you didn't say a word but you noticed how warm tears started to fall down your cheeks.

"You're doing amazing, keep going"

Once your breathing came back to normal, you finally let out some whines, slowly melting into Hyun-ju's arms, crying.

She just hugged you, she didn't talk, she didn't put any kind of pressure on you, she just let you vent on her shoulder, wetting her shirt.

You felt how her big hands were caressing your back, making you feel safe, heard.

"Thanks..." You muttered as you pulled away from her.

"It's okay, is the least I can do" She uttered, leaving a soft peak on your forehead, with her fingers brushing away some stray hairs that were on your face

The girl helped you stand up and gave you one last tight hug, long enough for you to notice the fast beat of her heart, before you both started walking in silence towards the bedroom.

You don't know what you would do without her.

a/n: I feel it was really rushed 😭

(I don't know how to write fight scenes y'all)

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it!

[emmaaxomarie]

Hello my lovely i hope you are well 💞

Could i request something cute and fluffy? I'm thinking with 90's Nikki and 21 year old female reader? You can do whatever you feel like I'm just in the mood for something adorable hehe! 😚 Much love gorgeous 🫶

hello hello gorgeous <3 anything for you!

lets go down the rabbit hole and get more delusional together!

⋆. 𐙚 ˚cutie pie⋆. 𐙚 ˚

nikki sixx x female reader

i can't think of a single plot so i'm going to give you different scenarios that run through my mind 24/7 🧸ྀི

nikki would 100% call you every single pet name under the sun. i personality feel his favorites are "baby girl" "princess" "baby" "babe" and on special occasions, "little girl" ❥

he is an extremely jealous guy, and especially because of the age gap between the two of you, it only fuels him ten times more. even though nikki wouldn't let you out of his sight, almost follow you like a lost puppy, he is very clingy but with his clinginess comes sweetness!

baby girl, you are just the cutest, you're my girl right? yeah you are!

god i can't get enough of you baby.

hey! where are you going? did i say you can leave me?

he can not and will not keep his hands off of you, finding any excuse just to have his grip on you, let everyone know you are his.

many people find it shocking but nikki is very much the romantic type, he would treat you like an absolute queen! leave you little notes around the house, making sure he's on your mind while he's out working on music in the studio.

ah how can i forget! without hesitation, during every single one of his breaks, he would pick up the phone and call you. he needs to hear the sound of your voice or he will die, well not literally, but it would feel as though he is, you are the answer to all of his prayers.

hey sweetheart, i have some time to spare right now, how is my good girl doing?

you miss me? hahaha i miss you way more!

i don't understand how you do it, your voice gets me so hard, please keep talking to me. (whoops couldn't help myself.)

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when it comes to nikki having some free time, he always dedicates those days for you.

as soon as he comes home from working his ass off, dealing with nonsense and all the bullshit that comes with making music, he runs, not walks, runs to you!

guess who has the next few days off! i'm taking you out tonight, i was thinking maybe 7ish, does that sound good to you baby?

oh! wear that black sexy dress i got you the other day, you look so fucking good in it!

🎀🫶🏻💌💓

before my mind goes into overdrive, ill stop here for now BHAHA! hope you enjoyed what i wrote for you beautiful <3 my inbox is always open, please feel free to send me more requests!

[giggly-squiggily]

Hey heyyyy~ hope all is well my dearest fried

For the valentine's event, may I request a JJK fic with Lee!Megumi and Ler!Gojo with: ❤️ I love you: "What a brave thing to say for someone so ticklish."

That would be so so awesome! Remember to drink some water 🥤🫶🏾

Heheheheh, YES! I love JJK- and these two make me laugh so much! Gladys, I've gotcha covered! Thank you for the kind words! I've drank some water upon writing this and feel really good! <3

I love you- "What a brave thing to say for someone so ticklish."

“Say it!”

“No.” Megumi glared at him, stubborn as ever. “I refuse to.”

“Come on!” Gojo whined like a child, slumping theatrically. “We both know it’s true! I’m the best teacher you’ve ever had!”

“You’re the only teacher I’ve had. That doesn’t make you the best- not even by default.” Megumi turned away, ignoring the dramatic gasp Gojo made. Sure, he could be nice and agree, but then he’d never hear the end of it. “You’re not changing my mind.”

“Well, well well.” Gojo tsked, walking towards him. Megumi didn’t back down, glaring up at the devious grin spreading over the older man’s face. “You’re brave, Gooms. Braver than most.”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“It has to do with everything! After all,” Gojo leaned in, blue eyes sparkling over his glasses. “What a brave thing to say…for someone so ticklish.”

“What-” Megumi didn’t get a chance to react. Gojo shot his hands out, grabbing Megumi’s ribs and digging in. “Nohohohooh, yoohohohu sohohohon of a-gehahhaaha!”

“Come on- just say it! Say I’m your favorite teacher!” Gojo laughed as Megumi dropped to his knees, curling up in a ball. “You know you want to! Don’t deny the truth- it’ll set you free!”

“Yohohohour fahahhantahahhasies ahahhre nohohoht my truuuhuhths-Ghehahahahaha, cohohome ohohohon!” Hands in his neck had him reevaluating his entire opinion. “Gohoohohohjo, enhoohohohugh!”

“I’m not hearing what I want~” The older man cooed, getting him in the chin and making him scrunch. “Coochie coochei coo!”

“Geheahhaha! Fihihihne, fihihihine! FIHHIHINE!” Megumi tapped out, gasping when the hands stopped. “Yhoohhur my fahahvorite theheheacher! Hhhahappy?”

Gojo swelled, smile bright as he pressed his hands to his chest. “Oh, Goomy!”

“Get off!” The teen swatted at him when he tried to hug him, making Gojo laugh harder. “Ugh, you’re lucky you are my favorite- else I’d release my domain expansion on you!”

Gojo stopped laughing for a moment, brows raised. Megumi flushed a brilliant red, realizing his mistake.

“That-That was a slip of the tongue! It meant nothing!” He practically sprinted out of the room, leaving a touched Gojo behind. “Forget it!”

“Never!” Gojo called back, genuinely happy.

Send Me a Prompt and I'll Write A Dabble For It!

[itslusii]

🤍 Dating Franco Colapinto

pairing: franco colapinto x reader

request: yes/no

warnings: food, one cuss word and i don’t really think anything else

Author’s note: heyy so i was bored and i felt like doing this!! hope you enjoy it !🫶🏻 down here i’ll leave the translations/meaning to some of the spanish words i used!

mate= traditional drink from Argentina that is similar to tea asado=barbecue but better. bizcochitos= salty biscuits empanadas= is a baked or fried pastry filled with, usually, meat and chicken, or cheese and some other stuff. merienda= tea time!!! te amo= ily

-Franco is from Argentina (obviously) so he would need you to know about our his culture. He’d make you try mate and maybe some pastries if you’re into more sweet stuff. But if you are not, asado and some salty bizchochitos would be a great choice.

-he would love when you go to his races and support him. His name in a jersey on your back would be a something he’d be really proud of.

-just like i said in my Carlos post, he is also a very family guy. All his little cousins would love you and his sister is your number one fan.

-he’d ask you to cook for him because he may be good at driving but he’s useless in the kitchen area. Since he left home at a really early age, he didn’t really had time to learn some stuff about being independent and living on his own.

-in relation to that, please cook some empanadas for him, he’ll love you forever🙏🏻🙏🏻

-i don’t really see him as of being someone who uses words for his love language. I see him being clingy and not caring about others. But if your love language is words of affection or any other he’ll gladly take it!

-Sunday’s afternoon are his jam, even tho these seem to be sort of depressing he really knows how to make it better. Some music, maybe a movie and lots of cuddles.

-he will support you in everything you do and desire. But for example if you know how to play an instrument he’ll be asking you to play his favourite songs for him all.the.time

-your waist/hip area is his favourite place for his hands to go. If you’re in public it’d be rare if his hands aren’t on your waist or your lower back.

-he’s really funny, so expect your stomach to hurt after laughing so much. Not because he’s cracking jokes every single minute of the day, it’s just the way he says things that are funny.

-workout with him!! he’ll love it, but do know he gets kind of cranky when working out. But a really good merienda afterwards would solve that issue.

-he’d say i love you first. One afternoon early in the relationship he saw you watching some youtube video on how to cook something he had mentioned he liked and he knew then he loved you with all his heart. But he blurted it out when he saw you wearing an Argentinian football jersey.

-Sometimes just because he’s a cheesy motherfucker he will say te amo instead of i love you. But you love it nonetheless.

[earthlybeam]

Your writing always brings me such joy. Would you be able to do Marriage & Parenthood with Glorfindel?

Thank you so much and I hope everything is well with you 💕

Thank you so much for your thoughtful and encouraging words. 🥺✨They truly mean a lot and are deeply appreciated. ❤️‍🔥🫶✨

Glorfindel version below.

☀️𝓖𝓵𝓸𝓻𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓵

𖤓 Glorfindel, as a spouse, would be a partner defined by warmth, devotion, and boundless affection. Unlike the reserved Gil-galad, Glorfindel is expressive and unashamed of his feelings, wearing his heart on his sleeve in all aspects of your relationship. His love would shine like the sun, warm and radiant, and his presence would fill every corner of your life with joy and light. To Glorfindel, love is not just a quiet partnership but a celebration of life shared with someone he treasures above all else.

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Glorfindel As a Spouse

Glorfindel would be a spouse who embraces love with his entire being. For him, being in love means constantly expressing it—through words, actions, and even the smallest gestures. He would be the type to greet you each day with a kiss to your forehead, a soft touch to your hand, and a smile that could melt away any worries. His affection is unreserved and constant; he would never let you doubt how much you mean to him.

Glorfindel would place you at the center of his life. Whether he is busy with his duties as a leader, warrior, or emissary, his first thought is always of you—how you are, if you’re comfortable, and how he can make your day brighter. He would never hesitate to drop everything if you needed him, no matter how pressing his responsibilities. His love is not just steady; it is dynamic and overflowing. He is deeply attuned to your needs and emotions, always able to sense when something is wrong, even if you don’t speak it aloud. Glorfindel would gently coax you to open up, sitting beside you with his warm golden aura, holding your hands as he listens. He thrives on connection, and being able to share your burdens or your joys with him would be one of the most fulfilling aspects of his life. While Glorfindel is naturally affectionate, his protective instincts as a warrior and leader would also define his role as your spouse. He would face any danger with unwavering resolve if it meant keeping you safe, often going above and beyond to ensure you are shielded from harm or worry. He would be quick to reassure you during troubled times with his calm voice and steadfast presence. His courage on the battlefield extends to his courage in love—he is not afraid to show his vulnerability, admit his fears, or share his dreams with you.

In private moments, Glorfindel is a playful and lighthearted spouse. He thrives on bringing laughter into your life, teasing you gently or pulling you into spontaneous dances when the mood strikes. You would often find yourself surprised by his small but thoughtful gestures—flowers left on your bedside table, a favorite meal prepared after a long day, or a quiet picnic under the stars where he serenades you with a soft song from his youth.

Glorfindel’s love is generous and unselfish. He would prioritize your happiness and well-being above his own, often going out of his way to ensure you feel cherished. He is the kind of spouse who remembers every detail about you: your favorite flower, the way you like your tea, or the songs that make you smile. To him, love is found in the details, and he takes great pride in ensuring you always feel seen and valued. Though Glorfindel’s joy and energy are boundless, there are also moments of quiet intimacy that reveal his depth. He treasures the simple, peaceful moments of sitting together by the fire, holding you close in his arms, and speaking of dreams and stories from ages long past. These moments are where he feels most at home—where he can truly let his guard down and simply be with you.

Glorfindel as a spouse is unwaveringly loyal and devoted. He is a man who loves deeply and with all his heart, and he would never let the fire of his affection for you grow dim. His love would be the kind that lifts you up, fills your life with light, and surrounds you with an unshakable sense of belonging. With him, you would always feel safe, cherished, and adored—whether in the golden halls of Imladris or under the stars of Middle-earth. For Glorfindel, loving you would be the greatest adventure of all. It would be the melody that drives his life, the light that guides him through the ages, and the joy that gives him purpose. And in your presence, his golden spirit would shine brighter than ever.

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Glorfindel As a Parent

Glorfindel would be the epitome of a loving, warm, and endlessly supportive parent. His golden spirit, overflowing with kindness and joy, would shine even brighter in the presence of his children. To him, fatherhood would be one of the greatest gifts life could offer, and he would embrace it with all the enthusiasm and care of someone who treasures every moment of it. With his sunshine-like energy and deep capacity for love, Glorfindel would be the kind of parent whose very presence feels like home—a constant source of comfort, protection, and light.

Glorfindel’s parenting would be centered on creating a warm and loving environment where his children feel safe, cherished, and free to grow into their unique selves. He would shower them with affection, whether through big, joyful hugs or playful laughter that fills the house. Every day would bring a new adventure with him as a father—be it exploring the forests of Middle-earth, listening to his whimsical tales of ancient times, or simply sitting by the fire as he teaches them songs from the days of Gondolin. Glorfindel would have an uncanny ability to turn even the most mundane moments into something magical, his golden aura imbuing every interaction with a sense of wonder. As a parent, Glorfindel’s protective instincts would rival even his legendary valor in battle. Though his love is gentle and nurturing, he would be an unyielding shield between his children and the dangers of the world. If a threat ever came near them, he would rise with all the power and courage of the warrior who faced Balrogs, ensuring that no harm would come to his beloved little ones. However, his protectiveness would never stifle their independence—he would encourage his children to explore the world, but always with the knowledge that he is there to catch them if they stumble.

Glorfindel would be a patient and attentive parent, always attuned to his children’s emotions and needs. He would be the first to notice when something is troubling them and would gently draw them out with his soothing voice and warm presence. “You can tell me anything,” he would say, his eyes full of understanding and compassion. Whether they are sharing their dreams, fears, or triumphs, Glorfindel would listen with his whole heart, making them feel valued and understood. Teaching would come naturally to him, though his lessons would never feel like burdens. Instead, they would be shared through stories, songs, and hands-on experiences. He would teach his children the importance of kindness and courage, of standing up for what is right and helping those in need. Through his actions, he would show them what it means to be strong yet gentle, brave yet compassionate. Whether it’s guiding them in swordplay, helping them learn the beauty of Middle-earth’s lore, or simply encouraging them to follow their passions, Glorfindel’s approach to parenting would be one of balance—providing guidance while allowing his children to find their own path.

Glorfindel’s playful side would make him the kind of parent who knows how to bring endless joy into his children’s lives. He would chase them through golden fields, lift them high into the air to see the tops of trees, and let them ride on his shoulders as they laugh together in the sunshine. He would indulge their curiosity, answering every question with patience and delight, even if it means staying up late to talk about the stars. And when their little hearts grow weary, he would scoop them up in his arms, humming soft melodies as they drift into dreams. But Glorfindel’s love would also shine in the quiet moments. He would be the father who stays up late to comfort them after a bad dream, who leaves little surprises to make them smile, and who always knows when a simple touch or a reassuring word is needed. His love would be unconditional and ever-present, a constant source of strength that his children could rely on no matter what.

In times of struggle, Glorfindel would remind his children of their own strength. “You are braver than you know,” he would say, his golden hair catching the light as he smiles at them with pride. “But no matter how hard the road may seem, you will never walk it alone.” He would never let them feel as though they must carry their burdens by themselves, for his love is a partnership, a bond that never falters. Glorfindel’s children would grow up knowing they are deeply and unshakably loved. They would carry his warmth with them wherever they go, a light in their hearts that guides them even in the darkest times. And in return, they would see him as not just their father but their protector, their teacher, and their greatest source of comfort and joy. To Glorfindel, fatherhood would not simply be a duty—it would be a source of endless joy and fulfillment. His golden energy would infuse every moment with love, laughter, and light, and his children would carry that radiance with them throughout their lives, forever warmed by the sunshine of their father’s boundless affection.

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Challenges as a Parent

As a parent, Glorfindel’s radiant, golden personality would make him naturally attuned to his children’s needs, but even the brightest light can cast shadows. His greatest challenge would be learning to temper his boundless enthusiasm and protective instincts with the patience to let his children learn and grow on their own. Glorfindel, who has faced the darkest terrors of Arda, would struggle with the idea of his children facing any danger, no matter how small. His love and fierce protectiveness, while born from the purest place in his heart, could sometimes manifest as overprotection. He might find it difficult to watch them stumble or fail, his first instinct always being to shield them from harm or heartache.

Though Glorfindel would encourage curiosity and exploration, he might be overly cautious when his children express an adventurous streak—especially if it echoes his own boldness. If they showed a desire to take risks or venture into the unknown, he would grapple with the fear of losing them to the same forces of darkness he once faced. “I know the world can be harsh,” he might say, his voice tinged with both pride and worry. “And I would face it all again if it meant keeping you safe.” Over time, however, Glorfindel’s deep wisdom and love would help him realize that part of being a good parent is allowing his children to find their own strength, even if it means letting them take risks.

Another challenge for Glorfindel might be balancing his sunny, playful nature with the need for discipline. His instinct would be to offer warmth and encouragement, but there could be moments when he struggles to set boundaries or enforce rules, especially if his children give him those wide, pleading eyes. “How can I say no to that face?” he might mutter with a laugh, only to realize later that he must guide them firmly when needed. As he grows into his role as a father, Glorfindel would learn to balance his natural warmth with the wisdom and structure his children need to flourish.

Tender Moments For all his challenges, Glorfindel’s love as a parent would shine brightest in the tender moments he shares with his children. Whether it’s comforting them after a bad dream, carrying them on his shoulders to see the sunset, or simply holding them close as they share their hopes and fears, Glorfindel’s presence would be a constant source of reassurance. He would be the kind of father who makes time for his children, no matter how busy his life might be. “There is nothing more important to me than you,” he would say, his eyes glowing with sincerity.

When they are young, Glorfindel would indulge his children with all the joy and playfulness they could imagine. He would tell them stories of his time in Gondolin, of bravery and triumph, but always with a touch of humor to keep them smiling. He would turn the lessons of the past into fantastical adventures, sparking their imagination and teaching them the values of courage, kindness, and resilience. On rainy days, he might create games to keep them entertained, filling their home with laughter and the warmth of his presence. As his children grow, Glorfindel would adapt his approach, becoming not just a playful parent but a wise and steady guide. He would take them out to the golden fields of Middle-earth, teaching them the ways of the sword or the beauty of the land, always emphasizing the balance between strength and compassion. “A warrior’s heart is not just strong,” he would tell them, “but gentle enough to protect what truly matters.” Whether teaching them practical skills or simply listening to their dreams, Glorfindel would be a patient and encouraging teacher, always striving to help them become the best versions of themselves.

Glorfindel’s affection would be shown in countless little gestures: a flower left on their pillow to brighten their day, a cloak wrapped around them when they’re cold, or a soft kiss on the forehead as they drift off to sleep. In moments of sadness or doubt, he would sit with them, holding their hands and reminding them of their worth. “You are more precious to me than all the stars,” he would say, his voice soft but full of conviction. And though he would never push, Glorfindel would always remind his children that they are capable of greatness. Whether they seek to be warriors, scholars, or something else entirely, he would cheer them on with unwavering pride. “Whatever path you choose,” he would say, his golden hair shining in the sunlight, “know that I will always walk beside you.” In moments of quiet, when the world seems still, Glorfindel might take his children to a peaceful glade or a starlit hill, sharing the beauty of Arda with them. These moments would be his way of teaching them not just about the world, but about the joy and wonder it holds. He would hum lullabies as they rest against him, his voice carrying the peace of ages past, and remind them that no matter where they go, his love will always follow.

Enduring Love To his children, Glorfindel would be a beacon of light—a father whose warmth, kindness, and endless love shape their lives in profound ways. His challenges as a parent would only deepen his commitment, teaching him to grow alongside his children and to love them not just as they are, but as they strive to become. Glorfindel’s legacy as a father would not lie in grand declarations or material gifts, but in the quiet, enduring love that shines in every moment he shares with his family. His children would carry his light with them, knowing that no matter how far they wander, they will always have a home in their father’s heart—a golden, unshakable love that never fades.

[vvalllerie]

a sweet spinosaurus for my amazing friend @artisticxlly <33

(i took the liberty of naming it Funfetti)