#and then we move on. hope this helps ♥️

[calcifiedunderland]

please do a oneshot using 7 + 14 from the promts. Angst/comfort with yuu or the reader and one of the mer trio✨

💌 Request received! Thank you for your message, your order is ready~

Okay so this isn’t super angsty, I hope that’s ok 😭 I got carried away while writing this. I went with all three of them instead of picking one. Hope you enjoyyy ♥️

Octotrio, ft. Trench & Deep Sea Gigantism

You supposed this could be a fools errand.

You’d heard whispers that, deep in the trenches of the Coral Sea, there was a cunning sea witch who granted wishes. You’d hoped he could help you find your way home, back to your world. And you heard there was nothing he, or his two assistants, couldn’t do. With that, you drank your underwater breathing potion in one go, leaping into the ocean.

You gasped, taking in the glittering, colorful beauty of Atlantica before you. Merfolk swam through the ‘streets.’ As much as you wanted to stay and meet merfolk though, you had a mission. You clutched your bag and started swimming.

You swam until you reached the trench. You peered over the edge. You couldn’t see the bottom, and you felt a lump in your throat. You had to press on. You’d made up your mind to swim into the darkness when a smooth voice made you go rigid.

“Ah~ a human? How strange.”

You flinched to see two glowing eyes in the darkness, that only seemed to get bigger as the creature approached. You were startled to see that it wasn’t one creature, but two. You clutched your bag to your chest, eyes wide as the two mermen slinked closer to you.

You studied each other. The two of them were identical eelmers. You hadn’t seen any merfolk like them. The adventurer side of you was fascinated. “H-hello,” you said cautiously. “I’m looking for… for the sea witch.”

Their smiles grew, and they swam closer to you. One loomed behind you, while the other looked at you with keen interest. “And what could bring a human to the Coral Sea, hmm?” he mused as the other wrapped his tail around one of your legs. You swallowed, maintaining eye contact. “My business is with the sea witch and myself.”

The one behind you barked in laughter, “Azul’s gonna have a riot with this one!” The one in front grinned widely, hand to his mouth, “I agree.” He nodded to you, “We will take you to the sea witch. Come along, human.”

You yelped as the one behind you swooshed past, turning back to look at you. “Heh, the way you keep shrinkin’ up makes you look like a shrimp,” he grinned, before swimming back to you. “Y’know, I’ve been wanting to squeeze something all day!” He grabbed you in his arms, and nosedived straight down into the trench behind his twin.

Your scream was lost in a flurry of bubbles, but soon he stopped. You peeked, and gasped. “This is where the sea witch lives?!” The lair was a massive skeleton with coral and other decaying bits still clinging to the bones. The other twin in front of you hummed, looking rather amused at your fear, “yes, it is. Not having second thoughts, are you?” You shook your head.

The twin holding you squeezed you tighter, swimming into the lair. You passed little floating polyps that looked up at you mournfully, and yelped when they tried to grab your toes. He laughed “I’m gonna call you Shrimpy now~” You opened your mouth to retort, when something from the darkness called out. “Oh? A visitor...”

The darkness seemed to curl and move toward you - wait, no, you realized. It wasn’t darkness, it was tentacles. They unraveled and came into the light from the decayed ceiling, and you locked eyes with a blue-eyed octomer.

“Floyd, please let my client go.” The one holding you - Floyd, you guessed - perched you on a rock, patting your head, grinning with his twin. “This one’s all you, Shrimpy~”

The octomer sat behind a desk, watching you intently. His blue eyes and silver hair seemed to glow, and he smiled charismatically. “I am who they call the sea witch, Azul Ashengrotto at your service. My associates are Jade,” the sly twin smiled pleasantly at you, “and Floyd,” the squeeze-y twin grinned sharply. Azul continued, “Now, how may I help a poor and unfortunate soul such as yourself?”

You took a deep breath. You explained everything - how you’d fallen into this world, your confusion, and your wish to go home. Azul listened, tentacles slithering over your legs. “Well, now this is quite the predicament,” he said sympathetically, leaning closer to you. “Well, my dear, I’m sure we can do something for you.” With a flourish, a golden contract and fishbone pen materialized in front of your eyes.

Azul put a hand on his chest, other waving in the water, “I am the renowned sea witch after all! No miracle is beyond my grasp, but I am a very busy man. And, as generous as I am,” he was face to face with you now, and you saw Jade and Floyd swim behind him with their golden eyes staring at you. “We will need to discuss the subject of payment, after all.” He was close to you now, blue eyes practically hypnotizing. “Perhaps I can take… oh I don’t know, your voice-”

“I brought stuff!” you cut him off, eager. “Human stuff!” Azul frowned, “but- but I think more fitting payment is- oh!” You hurriedly looked down into your bag, knocking foreheads with Azul as you started digging into the rucksack. “Agh- ouch…” he muttered. You heard snickering, but you ignored it.

You mumbling as you pulled out some things to find the treasures. Your mushrooms you were saving for a snack for later floated in the water, as did some change coins. “Aha! Here!” You presented some golden jewelry and goblets to them that Kalim had cheerfully given to you as a gift. You reasoned they’d be more useful as payment. “Will this be enough?”

Azul eyed the gold trinkets with disinterest. Truthfully, he didn’t have too much use for more golden goblets, since you couldn’t really drink under the ocean, and neither he nor the twins cared to wear jewelry that could inhibit swimming. He did, however, seem very interested in your coin pouch. He grabbed it gingerly with a tentacle, but you saw through his attempts to look nonchalant. His eyes gleamed at the coins, and you also noticed Jade touch the mushrooms with shining eyes.

“I will accept this instead,” Azul cleared his throat, focused on the coins. Jade hummed, looking at your mushrooms with adoration, “Yes, this shall suffice nicely.” You frowned in confusion, before accepting it. Hey, now you could maybe pawn the jewelry and goblets off.

“So… is that decent payment?” Azul’s face had a lavender blush, and he nodded, clutching the coins. “Yes, this will be sufficient for my collection- I mean, as payment.” Jade nodded, holding his mushrooms close to his chest.

Jade looked over at his twin, “and you, Floyd?” The eelmer looked serious for once. “I want squeezing rights.” You blanked, then shrugged. “Sure?” Floyd cheered and you were knocked over in a tight hug. You cried out, tapping Floyd’s sides, “air! Air!”

As Floyd laughed and hugged you, Jade stared at the mushrooms with adoration, and Azul looked between you and the coins, you had a feeling that this deal would be memorable, for better or worse.

Thank you for your request!!! Until next time, xoxo Calci~

[save-mohamed-family]

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I love you all 🙏🙏♥️🌹

I am Mohammed Almanasra, 32 years old, married, and a father of three children: Abdulrahman, 6 years old, Sarah, 4 years old, and Lina, 3 years old.

My story began with the loss of my parents and four of my sisters, who were bombed and lost their lives along with their children after the events of October 7 and the severe war on Gaza. Now, I am facing a severe injury to my leg, which is at risk of amputation if I do not receive the necessary treatment. My wife, children, and I are displaced, without parents or siblings, and my wife is also suffering from uterine cancer.

Recently, I moved to the south of the Gaza Strip, fearing for the lives of my children. We left behind our memories and our new home, for which we had not finished paying the installments, in addition to losing my job. Currently, I live in a tent that does not protect me from the heat of summer or the cold of winter, and without the minimum necessary livinng basics including water, food medical care, clothe and even bedding .

I suffer from a chronic asthma and severe attacks from tightness and an extreme allergy in the ear and I need medicine that are not available, or very expensive .

Under these difficult circumstances, after five attempts at displacement and narrowly escaping death from the bombing, I am trying with all my might to protect my family, the most precious thing I have.

My dreams were shattered, and my house was destroyed, and I found myself living in a tent no larger than 4 square metres. My work turned from a tailor to a street vendor in order to barely buy a few crumbs of bread to feed my children.

Look at what happened to my children because of the intense heat and the insects that thrive in the summer season. Every day, I take them to the hospital to treat them due to poisonous insect bites. I implore every kind-hearted soul to help me protect my children.

My son, Abdul Rahman, has a deep passion for playing football and is a devoted fan of Real Madrid. He always dreamed of playing football at his school, but the war prevented this dream from coming true.

Where are you, Real Madrid fans ?

Help Abdul Rahman achieve his dream.

Every donation will make an enormous difference in helping me save my family.

I feel very sad and embarrassed to ask for help, but I have no other options left. I know that this request is difficult, but I also know that there is still humanity and living consciences and I believe in miracles.

Your support during this extremely difficult time will give us hope in the midst of devastation and despair.

If you have any inquiries or questions, feel free to ask me, please!

To everyone with a compassionate heart,

To all who understand the essence of humanity,

This is a message from my innocent children, who trust that their words will reach everyone who truly understands the meaning of childhood.

We cry out to you, asking you to feel our sorrow and pain, and to extend a helping hand to us in this time when we are in desperate need of your mercy and compassion.

My name is being repeatedly added to many public and private donation campaigns. Please, be a support for me in this difficult situation.

Sincere greetings & thanks

Mohammed & the family

[wael-86]

🛑 stop

Help My Family Escape the War and Start a New Life

I am searching for an opportunity to live safely, far from the relentless war. Our three children, Rahaf, Leen, and Aseel, are in desperate need of healthcare and a stable, secure environment.

The life we live now is filled with fear and suffering. We cannot provide our children with the necessary care or the safety they deserve. We aspire to move to a country where we can start a new life, where our children can enjoy education and healthcare, and grow up in an environment full of hope and optimism.

We understand that life is challenging for everyone, but we are asking for your help during this difficult time. Your donations will help us cover travel expenses, and provide housing and necessary healthcare for our children upon arrival.

GoFundMe Campaign Link ♥️

Every contribution, no matter how small, brings us closer to achieving this dream. We are grateful to everyone who supports us or shares our campaign.

Help us save our children's lives 🙏

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #372 )✅️

best wishes:

Wael

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[mohammed-alhabil]

URGENT HELP 🙏 "Please help my sick son before its too late, he needs 2000$ as urgent help for the healthy food, tent and other necessaries" 🙏

⚠️⚠️New worse update "9th, Dec: 🙏🙏I appeal to every living conscience and merciful heart to look at us with mercy and hasten to help us and alleviate our suffering.🙏🙏 Please don't leave my sick son Ahmed alone.🥹🥹⚠️⚠️

💔My sick son is starving, he's getting worse, his disease worsen his health.💔 The donations we've received so far is too low, I haven't managed to buy a new waterproof tent, blankets and clothes for my sick son, he is quivering daily, feeling very cold .

Also I can't buy necessaries, it's unimaginably expensive, the price of flour 25 kg is about 300$. Imagine that we haven't eaten even a loaf of bread for ages, vegetables are about 15$- 20$/kg.

Previous update: My sick son is in dire need of your help and donations, 18 days with total donations of 482€, 😞😞his curren disease worsen his health more and more and his immunity has become more fragile, taking into consideration that the weather is extremely cold in the tent.😞😞 My little son Ahmed needs your help to get better.⚠️⚠️

🙏🙏I'm sure you won't let him alone, so come on, help him and donate kindly🙏🙏

🚨🚑🚨Please help my innocent sick son evacuate from Gaza, his health status is on the line.🚨🚑🚨

🙏🙏♥️My little innocent son Ahmad wants to convey a message "through a video👇" for you, hoping that it touches your compassionate hearts and donate to help him.🙏🙏♥️

Hi! I'm Mohammed Al-Habil,31 years old. I have a family of 3 members.

I'm from Gaza but I've got displaced so many times from Gaza. I've got injured in the first week of this ongoing war, since that time I've been forced to leave my home to UNRWA center as a shelter. The nightmare hasn't finished, my dad has got killed in the fourth month of the war, leaving my mum and two sisters so we've taken responsibility of them in addition to my family.

This nightmare "war" has taken everything, my dad, my work, my belongings, my home which has been destroyed, my peaceful life, my peace of mind, everything!

We live in extremely hard circumstances. We have no water, no healthy food, no electricity, no healthy place, no source of money, no health care, nothing!

We live in an unhealthy environment full of diseases. I live in a tent that neither protects us from sunshines nor protects us from rain. I need a new waterproof tent which costs 1000$, my current tent is made from clothes, it doesn't protect us from rain and cold, I'm sure you'll help.

I've faced so many diseases including hepatitis and viral infection "causing fever" due to unhealthy food and environment. The food we eat is canned food although it is unhealthy and expensive.

In addition to that, my wife has faced hepatitis due to dirty bathrooms, unhealthy food and unhealthy environment we live in.

In addition to that my little innocent son, 2 years and 10 months old, has had an operation on his eyes. In brief, my life has become a miserable nightmare!

⚠️🚑Urgent medical update about my little innocent son, his health status is getting worse and worse.🚨 Recently my little son has visited the clinic, he has been suffering from a urinary tract infection "he has taken a medicine, co-trimoxazole" and this is as a result of the only canned food he eats because we can't buy healthy food.🚑⚠️

We are about to face famine, basic goods are extremely expensive even vegetables are extremely expensive and we can hardly find them.

Some kinds of food aren't available, for example, egg, baby formula, frozen meat, bottles of water. Prices are higher nowadays.

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[80eman]

🚨A family trapped in the Gaza Strip appeals for survival I am calling for survival.

I am Eman Inshasi, 43 years old, married to Basil Inshasi, 48 years old. We have nine children.

We built a beautiful house to house our small family, but we took on many debts and loans to make our dream home a reality. We took nothing with us except the memories of our home, hoping to return and resume our lives.

We moved to places that were supposed to be safe, but they became dangerous, and we had to keep moving from one place to another, searching for safety for our children.

We were displaced five times, and we still haven’t found a safe place. Now we live in a tent 💔💔 on the street. At that moment, my son Mohammed found his favorite toy. He was so happy, but he discovered that it was broken. He tried to fix it, but we returned to the tent disappointed. Now, we have lost everything we own. All we have are our children. We are trying with all our might to get them out of Gaza, so they can live freely and with dignity, away from war and destruction. My children deserve to continue their education, live with dignity, play freely, and feel safe and secure.

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[motthe]

hiii !! just read like ,, a BUNCH of ur lumen au stuff ,,,, truly i am brainrotted now because i'm just thinking of so many different scenarios involving the lumens and i am just . EXCITED !!! its SUCHHHH a good concept im a big big sucker for soulmate stuff ,,,,

i was just wondering how you feel about jayvik x reader ,,,, TWO lumens ,,,,,,,, idk if you write for anything poly or not, but id love to hear your thoughts on it !!! either through headcanons or a ficlet, whichever you feel like :]

my first viktor x reader x jayce piece i’ve ever written… wait is this my first poly drabble?? it might be actually! i hope it’s fun to read ♥️

warnings: fem!reader, slight negative feelings of not being good enough, but overall fluff!!!

The scientific jargon that came with having not one but both of your fated being inventors was overwhelming. The words they tossed around became an entire other language since you’d all gotten closer. It left you feeling unbearably empty-headed, wondering why the universe would bond you to such intelligent men.

They were already changing an entire city with their ideas, and you would bet the world would soon bear their mark as well. In comparison, you were a meager artist making ends meet at festivals and street corners. Sure, maybe your work could be seen on a few shop signs or covering a wall or two in a cafe, but that was as famous as you’d ever be—a stranger to the passing eye.

“We need to widen the cylindrical chamber, maybe add an exhaust pipe to help with the cooldown.”

Jayce’s voice slipped through your head, smooth and confident and making no sense. You’d gotten rather good and tuning out the meat of the conversations, only recognizing the tones and emotions.

The heavy, warm accent of Viktor’s replied, swirling in the back of your mind as your pencil swiped over the heavy parchment against your thighs.

Recently, they’d begun inviting you to their lab to spend your free time in their company. There were two desks to choose from, though they were usually piled high with blueprints or notes. Jayce had moved a couch into the space for your comfort, placed in the corner and under a window, well away from any dangerous work they had their hands on, though they usually took anything too precarious into another portion of the building.

Their assistant, Sky, was in and out, always double-checking if you needed anything. She was a kind young woman, curly hair and glasses and a smile that made anyone feel at home. She brought you your own coffee and snacks, promising it was no trouble since she was already bringing them to Viktor and Jayce, anyway.

“You actually eat them,” she chuckled. “Jayce will if he notices they’re there, but it’s a long shot most days.”

You understood what she meant, seeing how focused the men became on their gadgets and studies. You’re sure if you got up and left they wouldn’t notice for a good, long while.

Today was one of those days, though there was peace in your private little corner as you sketched away. You squinted over the top of your sketchbook, skimming the outline of Viktor’s goggles pressed into his thick, winding hair and quickly adding the little licks of tresses to the paper before he was moving again.

You switched targets, taking in Jayce’s side profile and adding a bit more depth to his eyebrow and under eye.

Taking a moment to look between both drawings, you were hit with their beauty once more.

Jayce was deemed the academy’s “pretty boy,” with his strong jaw and perfect smile. He was a clean cut handsome, peak health and built with broad shoulders. He knew how to use those looks to his advantage.

On the other end was Viktor. He was a haunting beauty, sleek and angular. If he had the same charisma with speaking to the masses as Jayce did, that accent would gain him more than a fair share of admirers, but his confidence and skills lied elsewhere. He had a sharp eye and wore his emotions rather loudly on his face.

Where Jayce had faint lines from how much he smiled, Viktor had a feather soft crease between his brows from how often he furrowed them. Where the golden boy’s hands were always warm, his partner’s was cold. They made such gorgeous opposites, yet they held so many comparisons in mannerisms when it came to their shared hobbies and passions.

It was safe to say you adored them and their intricacies.

Taking a slow, deep breath you checked both shoulders before moving the tuft of black in your periphery into your hand. Gold shimmered between the dark mass that made up Jayce’s lumen, settling deeper into your palm as you raised your arms and stretched.

When you moved your drawing pad to the side, you spotted Viktor’s wedged between the apex of your thighs. Swallowing your gasp, you scooped it up, praying it hadn’t been smushed the entire time.

“When did you get there?” you whispered, rubbing your pointer finger into the tawny fuzz of his light. His lumen had always had a bit more give to it, leaving it to wedge itself under your leg or your shirt collar. Viktor’s preferred to be as close as possible to you, even if it left his lumen squished.

Jayce’s lumen was firmer, still soft but in a velveteen sort of sensation. It was bigger, taking up a good portion of your palm. Now your second month with it, you’d learned if it wasn’t on one of your shoulders, it was likely circling your head. His never went far either.

You wondered if you’d received Jayce’s lumen first, if it would have more of an attachment to you. As it stood, you’d had Viktor’s since you were young while he’d held Jayce’s and Jayce yours. The three of you being tied together had become quite the story as there went many outward poly fateds in Piltover, but luckily the gawking had passed after the first handful of weeks.

It was only a few days ago that Viktor confessed he’d been rather confused when he’d met Jayce and the lumens had flashed against one another.

“There were no similarities,” he’d explained, holding up one long, thin finger for your lumen to rest on as it hovered in front of him. The three of you were cozied up in your lackluster apartment—a studio more than a bedroom but it had a nice pullout couch and plenty of blankets to rest on in front of your heater. “Jayce was ecstatic, of course, but I was ruminating over your lumen when we first met.”

“I thought he hated me,” Jayce had murmured, breath warm against your ear as you laughed.

“I did not hate you,” huffed Viktor on your other side, rolling his eyes as he dropped his hand, your lumen resting within. “I wasn’t aware we had a third, yet—it was puzzling.”

“I had to explain it to him,” Jayce chuckled. “One of my old friends was in a poly.”

“And, then, he was even more ecstatic,” Viktor sighed but there was affection in it. “I thought you’d follow him home some nights.”

“And leave you all by yourself?” You laid your head on his shoulder, grinning as his eyes fled. It was still so early into the relationship, and he grew flustered with physical affection whereas Jayce sought it every chance. “I’d never.”

“It’s better now, we’re all together,” Jayce hummed, lowering to lay his head in your lap. You brushed your hand through his hair, smiling as his lumen lit up in Viktor’s lap.

“Yes,” Viktor had agreed, careful as he laid his head against yours. “It all feels…complete.”

Your chest warmed at the memory as you held both of their lumens in your hands, giving a fleeting kiss to each. Viktor’s snuggled happily into your palm while Jayce’s pulsed a happy gold before flying off, likely to check in with Viktor.

As your eyes lifted to follow its journey, you jumped when you found Jayce smiling from a few feet away by his desk. He seemed to be shuffling through some papers. Your lumen floated just nice his head, twinkling in the sunlight that shone through the windows behind you.

“Didn’t see you there,” you said, stretching your legs out before standing. Viktor’s lumen left your hand, keeping close to your neck.

“I hope you’re not bored.” He opened an arm up and you approached. You still grew giddy with any chance to be wrapped in his embrace, quick to accept the invitation.

“I like spending time here with you both,” you assured, giggling as he bent down to kiss your forehead. “Gives me plenty of practice.”

His eyes lit up, one of those dark eyebrows lifting. “Oh?”

“I know what you’re about to ask—”

“Please?” His arm wrapped tighter around your waist. “I wanna see.”

“They’re just rough sketches!” you laughed, pushing against his chest.

“C’mon, I bet they’re great! I’m sure Viktor wants to see them, too.”

You shook your head, a mess of giggles as he wrapped both arms around you and slowly edged his way towards the couch.

“Did someone call my name?” asked Viktor, turning from the machine he was working on. A torch was in his hand but luckily still off for the time being. Jayce’s lumen was sitting on his knee.

“Viktor tell her you want to see her art!” Jayce goaded.

“Tell him he needs to wait for a real piece,” you threw back, wrinkling your nose at him as he stuck his tongue out.

“You’ve been drawing us?” Viktor’s voice seeped with awe and innocent curiosity. “May we see?”

Jayce bounced his eyebrows at you, all too smug. “Told you.”

“Fine—fine!” you sighed, throwing your hands up and wiggling out of his hold as you went to grab your canvas notebook. “Don’t gripe when you see your half-finished faces.”

The tap of Viktor’s crutch intermingled with Jayce’s footsteps as they met you by the couch. As you handed over your work, Viktor was the one to accept it as Jace stood over him. Both their eyes went wide at the current page and your hand went straight to your arm as you shuffled in place.

“Those are just warmups, so…”

“Warmups?” Jayce breathed, looking up from the notebook. “These are amazing!”

“I have to agree, the detail is astounding,” Viktor hummed, looking to turn back a page. He caught your eyes before he did. “Is this all right? Tell us if we’re overstepping.”

“No, it’s okay! I’m used to people watching me draw on the street, it’s just… I don’t know.” You shrugged, bringing a hand up as Viktor’s lumen rubbed against your neck. Jayce’s was just settling on your shoulder again. “I care about what you guys think. It’s not anything big like you do, but…”

“Big?” Jayce echoed, both of their sights set on you.

“Well, it’s not as important as what you both do is what I mean.”

“Of course it’s important,” Viktor argued, expression stern.

“But it’s art!” you laughed, waving off the sudden seriousness growing from them. “It’s helping a bunch of people like your creations do. That’s much more important.”

“Art is just as, if not more, important,” he continued, passing the notebook to Jayce. “We are helping people in different ways, but do not do yourself the disservice and think what you create is anything less than what we do.”

“He’s right,” Jayce agreed, holding up your work. “This? This speaks to people. Your work can bring life to a room and lets people save a special moment in time.”

“Okay, don’t butter me up so much or I’ll melt!” you squeaked, too embarrassed to look at them as they chuckled and continued flipping through your sketches. It wasn’t long before the three of you were on the couch, both of them pointing out their favorites.

“Is my hair truly that messy?” Viktor grumbled, raising a hand to it. “Perhaps I should cut it.”

“No, I like it,” you said, grabbing his wrist. “You twirl it when you’re thinking! It’s so sweet.”

He blinked at you. “I do?”

Jayce whistled and you turned and gasped, completely forgetting the drawing you’d done of him in the forge. It was more from memory so your imagination had left it a bit more detailed than the rest.

“Okay, that’s enough!”

You swiped for the book, shutting it as Jayce laughed. Viktor rolled his eyes, smirking as he nudged your shoulder.

“Should I be worried of any scandalous pieces of me in there?”

You pouted, holding the notebook tighter to your chest.

“Oh?” Jayce breathed. “She didn’t say no!”

“You two are the worst!” you groaned, unable to help yourself from smiling as they both laughed in tandem.

[481mclarg]

hiii can I request a charles leclerc x male reader Charles dating a designer not those famous fashion show ones but someone trying to get at that level in future like those insta ones(e.g.@joeandohirsh ) who makes clothes just for girls/women but Charles is the only exception.

smau with some twitter scenes too

✶ MUSE.

┈─          Me, the artist. You, my muse.

★ Charles Leclerc × Male Designer Reader

☆ SMAU; ig + twt.

★ Face claim: none, but I'm using some photos from Pinteres and from two fashion designers, Joe & Nicolas, on Instagram (joeandohirsh, nicol4.s) & TikTok (joeando, nicol4.s)

Warning: If you see any spelling or grammatical errors, they are to make the smau more accurate (I'm so sorry).

« K » I'm so sorry it took forever, but it's finally here, the last req. for my 100 followers event :D

Hope yall enjoy :]

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userone: flawless

usertwo: omg I love it. That dress looks gorgeous even from the sketch

userthree: HELLO ?? that fabric is stunning

userfour: You're amazing 😩🤲

userfive: omg Lewis Hamilton ???? my two worlds colliding???

↳ usersix: don't be scared @️lewishamilton invite him at the Miami gp

↳ userseven: OMG YESS PLEASE

↳ usereight: he can help you pick an outfit. Consider that, sir

↳ youruser: omg why are you guys asking for an invitation for me?😭😭😭😭

↳ usernine: This is not for you. It's for the fashion + f1 girlies (gn)

↳ userten: You deserve it, king (Please, God, let this happen) (So you befriend with the wags) (I'd LOVE seeing Lily Z in one of your dresses)

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youruser: red is our color ❤️ @️scuderiaferrari @️lewishamilton ty ty ty

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usertwelve: I NEED you to take a photo with Charles🙏

userthirteen: I see potencial here

userfourteen: my two worlds just collided

userfifteen: iconic crossover

usersixteen: Now the paddock will be a proper runway

userseventeen: I think it's time to work with some men clothing 👀

usereighteen: This is actually HUGE

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youruser: not very aesthetic, but arcade night ft. two models😽 @️lewishamilton @️charles_leclerc

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usernineteen: You really play or just go to the arcade to take pics?

↳ youruser: we were playing, but they are better as models than players, so we move on

↳ charles_leclerc: You weren't supposed to say that!

↳ usertwenty: LMAO

↳ youruser: It's not my fault if you suck in games ✋️

usertwentyone: OMG FERRARI X Y/N

lewishamilton: Watching you and Charles compete was funny

usertwentytwo: now imagine them on some of ur designs PLEASE IM BEGGING YOU

↳ usertwentythree: the people are asking for a male collection y/nnnn

↳ usertwentyfour: who mention a male collection? @️youruser put some dresses on that monegasque

↳ usertwentyfive: I mean, he's making a new dress & probably has no model for it...

↳ youruser: gonna ask him if he wants to be my muse

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youruser: but not for long 🛩

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usertwentyeight: vacations ???

usertwentynine: You got invited to some event?

userthirty: guys– this weekend is the Imola GP

↳ userthirtyone: OMG TRUE

↳ userthirtytwo: HE REALLY BECAME FRIEND WITH LEWIS ??

↳ userthirtythree: hope is the last to lost 🤞

uaerthirtyfour: WAG ERA ⁉️

userthirtyfive: My dream is you making my wedding dress

userthirtysix: Now you're getting famous, don't forget who was with you when you first sewed (on the wrong side)

↳ youruser: dw, I won't forget you. just like you don't forget that 😩😩😩

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youruser · Highlights Imola'25🐎

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userthirtyseven: SABRINA CARPENTER?

↳ youruser: love the enthusiasm, but I'm not that famous

↳ userthirtyeight: yet*

↳ youruser: 🙂‍↕️✋️

userthirtynine: Lewis turned him into another tifosi

userforty: please tell me you're going to the monaco gp too 🙏🙏🙏

charles_leclerc: 🧐

↳ youruser: 🤭

↳ userfortyone: WHAT DOES THIS MEAN ?

↳ userfortytwo: EXPLAIN. NOW.

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youruser · Highlights 🤍

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youruser: 🌞⛵️ beach day w the lovelies Leo & Roscoe. @️lewishamilton was also there for his son... & a paparazzi... @️charles_leclerc

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userfortythree: This whole year felt like a softlaunch- but I'm still not sure which Ferrari boy u are softlaunching...

userfortyfour: Are u dating one of them, or u just hang out w them bc of their dogs?

↳ youruser: bc of the dogs🤭

↳ userfortyfour: fair

userfortyfive: what a stylish boy

charles_leclerc: What did i do to you?

↳ youruser: Uh, steal my hat? Plus, you steal it to not use sunscreen. You're gonna be more red than ur Ferrari kit polo

↳ charles_leclerc: 🙄🙄

↳ userfortysix: Oh please, not another chapter of Charles getting sunburned 😭

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userfortyseven: one of my favorite dresses 🤍

userfortyeight: I feel this getting serious

userfortynine: so, he's really softlaunching ?

userfifty: LEOOO❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

userfiftyone: I can't believe how far you've come in these months 🤍 Totally deserved 🙌🙌

↳ youruser: a dream come true

userfiftytwo: Leo (and Charles, I guess 👀) being part of the highlights, for me, is so special

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userfiftythree: OH!?

userfityfour: We know who this softlaunching is, but it's just as exciting

charles_leclerc: Monaco is always the best 🤍

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↳ userfiftyfive: Y/N I WASNT FAMILIAR WITH YOUR GAME

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youruser: Thank you (both 🐶) for making every place a better place ❤��‍🩹 @️charles_leclerc

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userfiftysix: OMG IS THIS REAL !!??

userfiftyseven: IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU BOTH

userfiftyeight: THIS IS SO CUTE STOP😭❤️‍🩹

userfiftynine: "Thank you Lewis" we all say in unison

usersixty: ITS HAPPENING THE HARD LAUNCH IS HAPPENING

arthur_leclerc: You're funnier than Charles. I think we are keeping you in the family as his replacement (🫶 Welcome)

↳ charles_leclerc: Don't comment on my boyfriend's posts

↳ youruser: BOYFRIEND. I love how it sounds out loud

↳ youruser: @️arthur_leclerc (thank u, Arth. And u are funny too)

↳ charles_leclerc: mon amour, that doesn't sound loud at all. It's written

↳ youruser: 🙄🙄🙄

↳ charles_leclerc: But you can come here w me, so I can say it out loud as many times as you want 🤍

↳ youruser: BOYFRIEND WAIT FOR ME HOME IS NOT TOO FAR

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100 FOLLOWERS EVENT

481MCLARG | 29 . 05 . 2025 | CORREGIDO

[lov3notts]

amora congratulations on 1k babes!! i’m so happy for you and your celebration is so pretty ♥️!

i was thinking cupids arrow w/ theo nott + "i think it's time we take a break." (feeling all the angst with theo lol)

1k Celebration!!! ;Navigation

i missed writing angst!!! thank you for this brooke😽

You sat on the edge of your bed, staring at your phone—at yet another unread message, another unanswered “Are we still on tonight?”

You stared for a while. Then stood.

Because you had grown tired of his games.

But by the time you found him, he was in the common room, backlit by firelight and hunched over a book he clearly wasn’t reading, something inside you snapped.

He didn’t even notice you at first.

That used to be impossible.

You stood there for a second too long, waiting for him to look up, to say “hey, love” to smile like he used to.

He didn’t.

You finally spoke. “So, are you going to keep pretending I don’t exist, or is that just how things are now?”

He sat back slowly, eyes narrowing. “Okay. What’s going on?”

“You tell me,” you snapped. “Because I’m tired of guessing.”

Theo blinked. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“You’ve been distant, Theo. You barely speak to me, you cancel plans without a word, you act like I’m bothering you just by being here.”

He closed the book sharply, standing. “You’re being dramatic.”

“No, I’m being honest,” you said. “Do you even care anymore? Or are you just too much of a coward to tell me you’re done?”

His jaw tightened. “I’ve got a lot going on, alright?”

“So say that!” you shouted. “Say something! You just shut me out like I don’t matter anymore—like we don’t matter. And I’m sick of making excuses for you.”

“I don’t know, alright?” His voice rose. “I don’t have some neat answer to make you feel better. Maybe I’m tired. Maybe I’m overwhelmed. Maybe I just need some space without being accused of falling out of love with you every five seconds.”

That hit you like a slap.

Then he moved closer to you, tension sharp in his shoulders. “You don’t get it.”

“Then talk to me, Theo! Let me in! That’s what people do when they’re in love!”

His mouth opened—then closed again.

And that silence burned more than anything he could’ve said.

You laughed bitterly, wiping at the tears starting to slip. “Right. That’s what I thought.”

He looked away, jaw tightening. “I didn’t say I don’t love you.”

“You didn’t have to.”

A beat passed, heavy and quiet.

Then Theo muttered, “Maybe I just need time.”

You stared at him like he’d grown a second head. “Time? Theo I’ve been giving you nothing but time.”

“Well, apparently not enough,” he snapped.

You nodded slowly, chest burning, eyes stinging. “Fine.”

You turned, this time not waiting for him to stop you. Not hoping.

Because you had lost hope a long time ago.

At first, he thought it would help.

Space.

It sounded reasonable when he said it. He told himself he needed air, time to think—some distance to quiet the noise in his head. He hadn’t meant to hurt you. He just… didn’t know how to explain what was going on inside him. And you were always there, asking, worrying, caring—and he couldn’t live up to it. Not then.

But now?

Now it was too quiet.

You stopped walking with him to class. Stopped waiting for him outside the library. Stopped sliding into the seat next to him at lunch like you always used to, shoulder brushing his, warm and familiar. He didn't even realize how much he'd relied on those moments until they disappeared.

Now there was an empty seat beside him. Every. Single. Day.

And that seat was louder than any fight you’d ever had.

At first, he tried to pretend he was fine. He shrugged it off when Mattheo raised an eyebrow and said, “You look like a kicked dog.”

He ignored Blaise’s snort when he muttered, “Mate, you asked for this.”

But he saw the way they looked at him when you walked past without sparing him a glance. He felt it—the hollow ache when you smiled at someone else down the corridor, your eyes never even flickering in his direction.

He thought he’d feel lighter. But he just felt lonely.

So one afternoon, he found you alone by the edge of the Black Lake, where you used to sit together and talk for hours about everything and nothing.

You were sitting on the grass, picking absentmindedly at the hem of your sleeve. The sunlight caught the side of your face, and for a second, it hit him all at once—how much he missed you. Your voice. Your warmth. Your presence.

He cleared his throat softly.

You looked up.

Theo hesitated, hands shoved in his pockets. “Hey.”

“Hey.” It wasn’t cold. But it wasn’t warm, either. It was… careful. Like you were building a wall and choosing not to let him through.

“I, uh…” He shifted. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you.”

You nodded. “Okay.”

He hated how polite you sounded. He hated that he didn’t know how to fix it.

“I know I said I needed space,” he started, eyes locked on the water, “but—”

“But now you’re ready for me to be here again?”

His head snapped to you.

You weren’t angry. That’s what made it worse. You were calm. Resigned.

“I gave you space, Theo,” you said softly. “And in that space, I had time to think too.”

He swallowed hard. “Think about what?”

You shrugged, still not meeting his eyes. “About how much of our relationship was me trying to hold it together while you pulled away.”

Theo’s chest tightened.

“You said you needed time, but you never said why. You didn’t trust me enough to let me in.” Your voice cracked, just a little. “And maybe that was my answer all along.”

“I do trust you—”

“Do you?” you asked, finally looking at him. “Because it didn’t feel like it.”

Silence settled between you. Cold and final.

He didn’t know what to say. He’d thought the distance would give him clarity—but all it did was show him how much he’d taken you for granted. And now… now he wasn’t sure if there was anything left to come back to.

“I’m not mad, Theo. I just… I don’t know if I can keep trying for someone who won’t meet me halfway.”

You took a shaky breath, fingers digging into the sleeves of your jumper.

“I think it’s time we take a break.” The words tasted like betrayal in your own mouth.

Theo’s breath caught. “No. Don’t say that. Please.”

“I’m tired,” you whispered. “I’m so tired, Theo. Of chasing after someone who keeps running.”

“I’m not running,” he said quickly. “Not anymore. I’m here—I’m here. I messed up, but we can fix this. Just—don’t give up on me.”

You looked at him, eyes glassy and throat tight. “I didn’t give up on you. You gave up on us. I just finally listened.”

He reached for your hand, and for a moment, you let him take it.

“I love you” he said, with every ounce of fear and hope in his chest.

You gave a sad smile, eyes dropping to the place where your hands touched.

“And I…..loved you.” You stood slowly, gently pulling your hand away.

He didn’t stop you when you walked away.

He wanted to. God, he wanted to.

But maybe this time, he didn’t deserve to.

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[1-ker0sene-1]

Your blog is like a buffet, thank you 🥺 I would like to maybe put in a wee little request of poly 141 with a reader that has arthritis with pain flare ups maybe, I'm kinda going through it rn with a bad flare

{Thank you for your lovely words and great request! I'm sorry about your flare, I hope it goes down soon!♥️ Take care of yourself pookie♥️ paraffin wax has helped some friends of mine :)}

John notices your flare first. The way you try to breathe through your pain and continue your tasks, eyes close and shudder for a second. His eyes soften and a frown etches on his face. Oh sweet thing, you've done enough. He just wants you to rest. He'll move closer to your side, a hand sliding warmly up your back before holding the nape of your neck. Authoritative, yet in a gentle manner.

"Darlin'?.. you doin' alright?"

He asks, he knows you're not. But whether you tell him you are or not gives him an inside to exactly how much pain you're in.

However no matter how you answer, he's sending you to go rest. Kissing your temple.

"Hm? How about you watch a movie with our boys? I'll take care of dinner.."

His arms wind around your waist, pulling your back into his chest. Kissing on your shoulder. He didn't want you to feel bad for needing a break. Besides the boys waiting on the couch would be more than willing to look after you.

"John you really don't have to worry about it-"

You can hear the creak in his knees as he bends to lift you up. An arm under your knees, and another behind your back. Kissing your cheek, his beard tickling your soft skin.

"We're home now. We can take care of you."

He mumbles. Glancing over as Kyle walks into the kitchen. Tilting his head at the scene.

"Something happen?"

He asks in a bit of alarm, raising his brows. John shakes his head coming over to stand in front of the younger man, holding you up between them. Mindlessly you reach up, skimming your fingers over Kyle's jaw. Who takes your hand gently and kisses your fingertips.

"I'm alright really-"

John sighs at your dismissal. Leaning to kiss Kyle's head just above the brow, explaining to him.

"Flare up.. darlin' will be up in no time. Just needs some rest and care is all."

Kyle hums in acknowledgement, taking you into his own arms. You groan at their dramatics, dolling you around like you can't move at all. But smile as Kyle peppers your cheek in kisses.

"Let's get you to the couch lovie.. I'm sure Johnny will be all too eager to give ya a massage while I get you an ice pack yeah?"

You sigh softly, leaning into his chest as he carries you into the living room. Despite your groaning earlier, it was nice to simply rest. Get the weight off your aching and stiff joints.

"Thank you sweetheart.."

You mumble into him, a smile spreading on his lips.

"Just loving you sweets, nothing any of us wouldn't wanna do."

Coming into the living room around to the couch, Simon sits up stiffly seeing you carried like that. Nearly throwing Johnny off on accident, earning a yelp from the scottsman. Seeing that look of pain threw the blonde man off.

"She alright?"

The question Simon asks makes Johnny blink and sit up as well. Kyle waves them off, slotting you carefully between the two men.

"Flare up."

Is the only words he needs to say. Before both Johnny and Simon envelop you in their arms.

"They're being dramatic- I'm not dying y'know-"

You giggle. Simon chuckles, an arm around Johnny's hips as you lay between them on his chest. Johnny laying almost on you, quite the effective soldier sandwich. Johnny kisses your collarbone. Leaning into the dramatics to cheer you up.

"Our wee lass. How are we ever gettin' by without you?"

He practically purrs. His hands warmly brush over you, serious for a couple seconds.

"Where does it hurt bonnie..?"

As you tell him, he caresses, massages, and feels over each area that you mention to him. Watching you with loving bright eyes. Occasionally leaning down to notch your lips together, swallowing up your groans of comfort. Simon licks his lips watching the both of you, gripping Johnny's mowhawk to pull him back a bit. Kissing him first, sloppy and rough.

You watch the two of them. Pressing a kiss to Johnny's throat from below him, your fingertips skim over Simons arm. When Si disconnects the kiss he leans down to kiss you next, gentle and soft. Moving slow and sweet with you. Now Johnny is watching with a lovestruck grin. Hands still kneading and massaging your aching joints.

Doesn't take long before Kyle walks back in with a couple of ice packs, kissing Simons cheek- which has the blonde pulling back. Just so Kyle can get the next kiss, cheekily pressing his tongue in to run over your mouth. You laugh and pull back when he's had his fun.

"Got your ice baby."

He hums, Simon takes the packs, resting them where Johnny is done massaging.

"Twenty minutes on and off!"

You can all hear John say sternly from the kitchen. Kyle smirks and nudges your shoulder.

"I'll go help the old man with dinner."

He says. You reach out before he can leave, bringing him into some drowning kisses from all three of you on the couch. Kyle finally slips away after a couple minutes of chasing eachothers mouths. Wiping his lips with a dazed smile as he heads back to the kitchen.

Johnny's cheek is on your chest now, cradling the back of his head close to you. Simon is kneading at your hips. Whispering into your hair.

".. We'll get you in a hot bath.. yeah doll? Warm you up.."

His Manchester accent purring in your ear.

"You won't have to move an inch. You take care of everything while we're deployed. Gotta do the same for our girl.."

[asce-of-hearts]

Hi, can you do Shanks 🍼 I should have been there, I should have protected you. I would have shot anyone who even tried to touch you. with 🥫 Take out your frustrations on me! I can handle it. And ♥️ I am ready to give you all of my blood. with a S/O who got hurt during a battle, and he is begging for S/O forgiveness

Forgiveness

Contents: Yandere!Shanks with prompts: 🍼🥫♥️ (Fem!Reader)

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WARNINGS: YANDERE, BAR FIGHT, DEPICTIONS OF VIOLENCE.

Shanks usually is okay with bar fights.

Sure, they are nobodies favorite thing, but he can... tolerate them. He never participates, because its not worth his time and because its humiliating to put yourself on display as a brute like that.

But the second he looks away, he goes to wash his face, when he comes back to your side, wrapping an arm around your waist, he feels it. He feels the damp, warm sensation of blood over your clothes. And it's like time has froze, nothing is happening other than you bleeding, and... and... and you bleeding.

His haki takes everyone out, aside from his crew, who is already rushing to your side. Shanks carries you to the ship, in an instant on board and leaving. You try and not loose consciousness, and he tries to help you not succumb to the little flashing lights that tell you to fall asleep.

"Fuck- Fuck!" He screams, clinging to you as they try and extract the bullet. "I was so careless, ___. I shouldn't have left, I should've stayed there. I- I can't believe this. I can't believe I wasn't there, I should have been there, I should have protected you. I would have shot anyone who even tried to touch you." You can barely answer him, just squeezing his hand weakly.

"I know, Shanks," You whisper, whimpering when the bullet comes out of your body. "Don't we have... painkillers? I could really use one." You gasp, trying to lift your body. Shanks stop you, not wanting you to move an inch.

"No, no. We- We ran out of them. Squeeze my hand, alright? Or hit me, or whatever. I deserve it," He squeezes your hand with force, keeping you grounded to reality. "I'm really sorry, ___. I swear to god I will do anything for you to forgive me. Hit me if it hurts too much, alright? Take out your frustrations on me! I can handle it."

You chuckle dryly, then throw your head back as the medic starts sewing your wound. You can catch a glimpse at all the blood you've lost, over the table, over Shank's clothes and the medic's hands.

"That's... that's a lot of blood." You murmur, breathing heavily.

"Don't worry about that, alright? I am ready to give you all of my blood if necessary. Just stay with me, ___. Stay with me." He pleads, trying his hardest not to cry.

The surgery is simple enough to finish in half an hour. And you remain catatonic over the table, staring at the ceiling lights. You can feel the ship stopping, and you turn to look at Shanks.

"On an island so quickly?" You ask, and he shakes his head,

"We arrived back to where we were, love," He stands up, a visceral rage in his eyes. "I have unfinished business here that needs to be settled."

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warnings: fluff, pet names, swearing, ruthie’s a bully, ruthie and the reader fight, heavy angst, gaslighting, verbal altercation between rafe and the reader, drinking

All of my asks got deleted 💕😭 so I'm not sure who requested this, but thank you! The premise the reader catches Rafe, Topper, and Ruthie talking about her from a distance (homage to s4). There will also be a nod to the beach episode with added drama between Ruthie and the reader. This post is based off an ask requesting a tie between the story and the song “Casual” by Chappell Roan ♥️

Reader’s POV:

The Island Club Christmas Party… You never thought you'd find yourself here.

You rest your back against the wall, listening to the party from down the hall, taking a moment to yourself. Well, it started that way until you heard his voice. You couldn't help but hang back, listening to him speak candidly, intrigued as Rafe’s voice weaves deftly between a conversation with Topper and his girlfriend.

“Y/n?” Ruthie cuts as Rafe mentions looking for a bigger house, making plans for the future. Your name on her lips makes your stomach turn.

“What about her?” Rafe drawls before taking a sip.

"She’s pretty Pogue. Isn't she? Are you and y/n getting serious now? She seems… invested,” she needles, wrapping her glossy lips around her straw.

Rafe pauses for a moment, thinking of a reply, letting the words hang in the air for far too long. “Just ‘cause we hooked up doesn't mean she’s my girlfriend. Okay?” He mumbles.

“I’m just saying the two of you are together a lot… Wait, are you lookin’ for a place with her?” She asks, tilting her head slightly, letting her judgment bleed into her tone.

“I’m not livin’ with a Pogue,” Rafe answers without hesitantion.

Ruthie and Topper smile at each other and chuckle at the ridiculousness of her question. “I don't know. Just thought I'd ask,” she giggles to Top as he wraps his arm around her waist, pulling her close.

“It’s casual… Nothin’ more. Nothin’ less,” Rafe adds, getting the final word. The rug gets pulled from underneath you. The harsh realization that you mean so little to him cutting through you like a knife, especially when he means everything to you.

You walk back to the ballroom—the party hitting you at full force—the smug laughter of the Kooks, rich music flowing, the clinking of champagne glasses between lofty toasts. All the noises battle Rafe’s cruel words, screaming in your mind.

"You coming to brunch tomorrow?" Wheezie’s voice startles you, pulling you out of the depths. She stands in front of you, bright-eyed and innocent, looking up at you with a sweet smile. “John B’s comin’ too,” Rafe’s little sister mentions a familiar friend in an attempt to sway you and make you feel more comfortable, her question just twisting the knife further, every word driving it home that you weren't anything more than a fling— your invitation to brunch apparently lost somewhere down the line.

You offer a strained smile, lips trembling. "Maybe," you say quietly, "I might have plans."

Wheezie’s lips tug to the side, and she nods, not wanting to push it further. “Well, I hope you can make it,” she smiles gently before stepping away.

You walk toward the tables, looking up at the stage, seeing Pope behind the piano playing for the crowd. His fingers move masterfully along the keys, holding their attention as he weaves between Christmas songs, flowing into the next effortlessly. He looks the part; his tailored suit fits him like a glove. You can't help but envy how well he slips into this world, which seems to weigh heavier on your shoulders with every passing second.

You reach for your champagne flute, watching it tremble in your hand. Heat builds behind your eyes as you start to pick yourself apart, just simple things. You notice how chipped your sparkly nails had gotten from doing the dishes before you left, something so superficial now a strike held against you. You toss back the rest of your drink, tucking your hands under the table.

“A drink, My Lady,” your eyes lift to another friend. JJ Maybank. He rests a glass of champagne on the table, taking away your spent drink. His smile falls as his eyes match yours. “Hey-Hey, you alright?” He asks quickly, his voice laced with concern. JJ’s gaze shoots up, scanning the party for Rafe, knowing it most likely has something to do with him.

“It’s fine, Jayj,” you breathe.

“Want me to kill him?” He asks dryly, making you laugh and roll your eyes.

“I’ll have to get back to you on that,” you sigh.

You look over your shoulder, heart fluttering as Rafe walks around the corner with two mixed drinks. He looks handsome—his honey-colored hair brushed back, showing off his beautiful face. His muscular body is hugged in a dark green suit, matching your dress perfectly as the two of you had planned. Rafe scans the crowd, smiling brightly as he sees you.

You swallow the lump in your throat, trying to forget everything he said, but you can't.

Casual? There was nothing casual about us. How could I not know this is how he felt? How could I be so wrong?

Six months… What’s causal about that? Were you casual this morning when he woke up in your bed? When you made him breakfast and sipped coffee as you chatted about tonight? Were you casual when he took you out to dinner? His beautiful blue eyes locked on yours while he whispered you were ‘the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen…’

Rafe Cameron, the man who trusts no one told you secrets you had to promise to say no one… Casual? I'm a fucking idiot.

Your jaw tightens, teeth-gritted, as you see Ruthie and Topper step around the corner too, following along. The three of them stroll toward your table, sitting down, making themselves comfortable as you try to compose yourself—doing your best to hide the disappointment painted all over your face.

"Wow," she calls as she looks around the room, chuckling mockingly, "We have Heyward and Maybank. I could use something to eat, y/n. Is that your job?"

You straighten up in your seat, cocking an eyebrow in her direction, biting back an angry reply as you feel Rafe’s hand rest on your thigh, grounding you in the moment. Ruthie smirks, catching the shift in your demeanor, getting off on the fact that she got to you, not wanting to stop now that she started.

"Your friends seem to know their place,” she smiles as she points to JJ, gathering some trash from an empty table, "accidentally" knocking her glass over in the process, soaking the lap of your dress before you can get a word out.

You gasp, watching the liquor spread along the fabric. All eyes turn to you. "Oh no,” she pouts, poking out her bottom lip. "Shit, y/n. I’m sorry.” Rafe quickly grabs a linen napkin, blotting the stain. You bite your cheek, fluttering your lashes to hold back tears.

“You okay, baby?” He whispers. You shake your head ‘no,’ feeling the champagne seep through your dress, trickling down your legs and onto the floor below. “Don’t know what the policy is on a rental. Maybe they’ll cut you a deal,” Ruthie giggles airily against the rim of her champagne flute before taking a sip.

The room spins around you; humiliation and sadness quickly snuffed out by a surge of rage. You shove out of your seat, grabbing for Ruthie before tearing her to the floor. “Fuck you!” You hiss as you draw your hand back, slapping her face like you’ve want to do for months, making her head snap to the side.

She shrieks in anger, clawing her manicured hands against your face and arms in an attempt to get you off as you start swinging, blacking out completely.

"Get off me!" She cries.

“Y/n, stop,” Rafe yells as he grabs your arms, pulling you off her. You lift your foot, kicking her back down to the ground, making her sob as your spike heel hits her quick and hard.

"You think you’re better than everyone?" You shout as you fight against Rafe’s grasp. "You’re not-”

“Control you, Pogue, Cameron,” Ruthie cuts over to Rafe as she thumbs some blood from her bottom lip.

“Fuckin’ cunt,” you grunt as you escape, grabbing for her, but Rafe lifts you off your feet, hauling you back. “If you keep running your mouth, Ruthie. You better learn how to fuckin’ fight-”

"Enough!" Rafe snarls in a low, angry tone.

He grabs your arm tightly, dragging you toward the door, guiding you into the freezing night’s air. You tear away from his grasp, charging toward the main road, letting the tears you held in all night go.

“Let me go!” You scream as he grabs you, whirling you around.

“What the fuck was that, huh?” He explodes as he steps closer.

“What was that?” You scream back, voice echoing through the dim parking lot. “I heard you, Rafe. I heard the disgusting shit that you said about me…"

He freezes, his expression shifting from anger to guilt. “I didn’t mean it like that,” he stammers.

“‘Just ‘cause we hooked up doesn't mean she’s my girlfriend.’ What the fuck am I to you, huh?”

“Baby, c’mon…”

“You’d never live with a Pogue. We’re casual. No more. No less. I mean nothing to you.”

“You’re twisting my words.”

"I am not twisting shit!" You hiss, voice cracking with emotion. "You don't respect me. You never fuckin’ did. Admit it.”

“That’s not true!”

“Bullshit!” You bang your fist against his chest, making him shut his eyes, drawing a deep, frustrated breath. “Look at me, Rafe,” you whimper as you show him your dress.

“That was an accident-”

“You’re not that stupid. I know you're not.”

“She’s a bitch… That’s just Ruthie,” he mutters like that excuse will get him anywhere. “You know I'll pay for it. The night’s almost over.”

“And that makes it okay? You let her talk to me like that. You didn’t say anything. You just sat there while she embarrassed me.”

"I’m sorry. Okay?" He softens his voice, looking around the parking lot for watchers-on.

“You sat there and watched her tell me I don’t know my place.”

"That was wrong. It’ll never happen again. I'll fix it. I'll tell them we’re not casual. I'll tell Ruthie everything I should have said when she was talking to you like that. I'll make this right. Just let me make this right-"

You shake your head fast, the bitterness leaving your lips in a disgusted laugh. “You don’t get it, Rafe, do you? You can't repair what just happened in there. It’s done. The little regard you had for me is all they’ll remember. You do not have my back. Allowing them to talk to me like you did without stepping in is somethin’ they’ll never forget. It’s just somethin’ they can use against me. You don't think she’ll bring that shit up again? You think those little comments you made died on your lips, Rafe? ‘Cause they didn’t.”

Rafe reaches for you, his eyes desperate and glossy with tears. “You’re upset. Let’s talk about this tomorrow. Please, just—”

"No. I’m done. I am done not being good enough for you, Rafe.”

"Let me help you relax," he says, lowering his tone further as he reaches for again. "You're just overwhelmed." You shove him back, anger and heartbreak churning in your system. “Don’t fuckin’ touch me. I’m done.”

The Twinkie rumbles behind you, breaking the tension. Pope pulls beside you, opening the door, his concerned stare meeting you. JJ hops out of the van before it can even roll to a complete stop; a wide, wild smile is painted on his lips, just begging Rafe to grab you again.

“Think she told you to stop touchin’ her, Cameron,” JJ cuts to Rafe as he steps between the two of you. Rafe shoves him, the two quickly getting in each other's faces. You grab JJ’s arm, tugging him back to the van. Without another word, you climb in, slamming the door shut.

Rafe’s rapid breathing mists in the night as the blood drains from his face. "Don't go, baby. C’mon,” he begs, his pleas getting swallowed up by the roar of the van's motor.

You look back at him through the window, feeling your heart break all over again. Rafe’s eyes shimmer with unshed tears, his head hanging low as he reaches into his back pocket, pulling out his phone and keys.

Pope wraps his arm around your shoulders, pulling you in close. You rest your head on his chest, taking a deep, needed breath.

After a few minutes, your phone buzzes in your lap as the van heads north, leaving Figure Eight in the dust. You blink away the tears from your eyes, looking down at the text from Rafe.

Rafe: I'm sorry princess. I was a fucking idiot and I hurt you. I care about you so much more than I ever let you know.

Rafe: I'm sorry I fucked up and embarrassed you like I did.

Rafe: Please let me make it right. I'll do anything. Even if it means leaving you alone while you figure out if I'm worth it

Rafe: please give me another chance

You smear a tear into the screen and lock it, wanting to believe him, but you're too overwhelmed. As soon as you close it, another text comes in.

Rafe: I’m driving to your place right now.

Rafe: Please give me a chance to explain. There’s nothing casual about us.

Rafe: Not to me.

Your chest tightens, anger and heartbreak warring on you. Those were his words. He said you were casual. He said he couldn’t see a future with you. And he said that shit ‘cause he thought you weren't listening. Your fingers hover over the keyboard, and against your better judgment, you type.

You: Ok

Rafe’s car pulls up to the front of the château. You watch as he steps out of the car in his suit, his jacket off, and his tie loose. His hair is messy now, hanging down on his forehead, his cheeks dewy and splotchy from the tears he’d never let the Pogues see.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, his words wavering. “I didn’t mean what I said back there. That was the stupidest shit I’ve ever done. Alright? You mean everything to me-”

“Do I?” You ask, challenging his words. “Because you made me feel like nothing, Rafe.”

“I love you,” he whispers, his voice cracking. “I’ll spend every day proving it to you if you let me.”

“You love me, Rafe? Love? Why the fuck would you say that now? Do you think I’ll let this go ‘cause you “love me”?” You hurt me, Rafe,” you whisper. “How can I trust that you mean what you say when you talk about me like that behind my back? ”

“I know,” he said. “And I’ll never forgive myself for it. But I can’t lose you.”

“I need some time, Rafe.”

“A break-”

“We’re casual…” You correct him. “A break from what?”

He buries his head in his hands as his emotions start chipping away at his icy exterior.

Rafe meets your gaze again, bushing the sleeve of his white shirt along his eyes. “Can’t we go back to the way we were before? Back to how we were before we got to that stupid fuckin’ party. I can work to prove that you are right this time. That we’re together—you and me. Boyfriend; girlfriend. There’ll be no questions from you or anyone else that it’s serious… That I'm serious about you and I,” he rambles.

You look back at the broken man before you, hating yourself for wanting to do just that, loving yourself enough to shake your head ‘no.’ “We can't go back to the way things were…”

His head falls, tears tumbling to concrete steps below. “Please,” he sniffles.

“I don't want what we had. I want something different. I'm gonna need more, Rafe.”

He nods his head, taking in your words. “Can I pick you up tomorrow? Nine AM. Brunch… With my family, if you’re interested. Please say ‘yes’…”

He steps a little closer, taking your hand in his, his eyes pleading with yours for another chance.

“I don’t know, Rafe…” You whisper.

“Please, baby. I don't deserve it, I know. I got a lot I have to fix, and if shit doesn't change, you can drop me, and I swear I’ll leave you alone. You won't have to worry about me anymore. Okay?”

“Rafe…”

“I'm sorry… I'm so sorry. Everything I just said to you I meant. And I know you said you don't believe that I love you and I don't blame you. I’m gonna show you. Okay? Everyday… Your place is beside me, alright? Where I go is where you belong. You gotta believe me.”

You look up into his tear-stained eyes, and for the second time, you go against your better judgment, putting your heart in the hands of a boy you can only hope means every word he says, unwilling to lose the man you thought you had.

“Okay.”

[vividly-vermillion]

I know I'm submitting this embarrassingly fast but I have no dignity, if you feel like it how about suna + thigh riding? hehe thank you! <3

I'm afraid we all have no dignity here but who am I to judge? /lh

It's my first time writing for him so I hope I didn't disappoint 🥹♥️

-> Kink ask game

cw: fem!reader x suna rintaro, thigh riding, mentions of sex & fingering, reader getting called "good girl" once

"You want to do what?" The corners of Suna's lips curled into the smallest grin.

“Rin… don't make me repeat myself please,” you almost whine when he gives you that look. Oh how he loves to hear you get desperate for him.

His expression doesn't waver when he simply pats his lap, a silent invitation to accommodate your dirty little wish.

“Go on then,” he muses calmly while his hands tug you closer by your waist. This was what you wanted after all, wasn't it?

You wanted to hesitate, act as if you weren't dying to hump his leg like a bitch in heat but your composure fell fast. With shaky legs you straddled one of Suna’s strong thighs, your hands resting on his shoulders as your eyes were searching for his. You were sure that he would be grinning, amused by how desperate you were acting, but his eyes were half lidded, a pleasant smile on his lips while his hands held your hips in place.

“That's my good girl,” he hums softly when your hips start dragging against his leg, his muscles flexing beneath you to give you more friction.

Despite the layers of clothing separating your needy cunt from him, it was enough to scratch that itch, soft moans escaping your lips at how Suna helped you to roll your hips just at the right pace, enough pressure to feel good but leave you wanting for more at the same time. His eyes never left yours, pupils dilating when you moaned his name so cutely, pawing at his shirt as the knot inside your stomach tightened with each drag of your hips.

“Gonna make a mess from humping my thigh?” He asked, almost amused but one hand slipped from your waist to bring your face closer to his.

He could feel your hips stutter, your pussy clenching around nothing, missing the absence of his fingers or his cock buried deep inside of you but the way he kissed you - so full of hunger - left you breathless. The pleasure was overwhelming, almost rendering you completely useless to the point where your hips locked up. Suna gently bounced his thigh while his hand on your hips did its best to keep you moving against his thigh.

This simple action was all it took to help you over the edge, your orgasm washing over you like a tidal wave and your head rested in the crook of his neck as his name fell from your lips like a sinful prayer.

Suna ran his hand that was previously resting on your hip over your back, small shivers ran down your spine at the gentle movement. He was always like this, caring after he reduced you to a moaning mess. Perhaps you should have told him how much you liked his thighs much sooner…

[machveil]

You should totally do like a how to draw Konig tutorial for one of ur daily sketches

Chibi or not

But u should totally do it

I neeeeeeeeed ur process

-🦥

notes below the cut - additional notes can be found in this post where I give art tips from my experience

daily König sketch with bonus content♥️‼️post is a little late but it’s due to the info dump below haha, anyways, he’s a little nervous

hi!! thanks for requesting a little “my process” thing - super happy to do one<3

I’ll be using these pieces of him that I’ve done to go over my notes - this is just how I go about drawing him. I’d definitely recommend also going through this post linked above too for additional info because a lot of it carries over!

I think the most important thing for me when drawing König is spacing out his hood ratios. I always start out by just drawing where his eyes and eyebrows are, then I draw the cut-outs around them. after that, I start the stitched neckline - that’s usually an eye hole’s width above his actual eyes, it gives a good allusion to where his forehead would be

they aren’t hard and fast rules I follow, more like a silent guideline that can be meddled with depending on the drawing. I usually follow them because, to me, it looks the best with how I draw him. it’s flexible - same with the sleeves, sometimes they end below his eye cut-outs, sometimes I cut them short and they’re higher

I thought I’d do a step-by-step for the hood folds because just info dumping all at once sounded confusing in my head

I start by just drawing lines down from the corners of his eye cut-outs, then I loosely draw a slanted line to show some bunching of the fabric. the slanted line is usually around where his collarbone would be

best way I can describe figure 2 is drawing folds in a ‘U’ shape. the fabric is falling from his head and ‘pooling’. the ‘U’ shape adds a little depth

miscellaneous little folds around the hem. they follow the way his hood rests, slanting downwards towards the center

if anything, just study how fabric falls and bunches up! a lot of drawing is looking at reference material to figure the ‘why’s and ‘what’s - “why do the folds bunch in certain areas?”, “why is fabric gathering in that area”, “what’s causing the fabric to move like that”, etc

lastly is his body, and as we know, I’m allergic to drawing clothing (read “lazy”). I actually really recommend looking at the post I linked above for this because, in the last figure, I show the Pinterest reference of the man who inspired my König’s body shape (and went into depth on using references)

for arms, in figure 1 and 2, you’ll see me draw an oval inside the bicep and forearm - those are just to add the allusion to muscle mass. if I don’t draw those ovals, to me, it looks a little flat. in figure 3 I go over his waistline because of course I do

I always account for a prominent rib cage line because I personally like drawing a more pronounced rib cage in general. after the ribcage, there’s a slight indent at the waist before it flares back out - that ‘flare out’ is the line for the Adonis belt. again, just personal preference, but I enjoy making the curves a little dramatic so they’re more pronounced and visually appealing to me

I don’t know how helpful that was but I hope I got some information across - uuh, even though I don’t draw his tactical gear and uniform that often the advice I can give is to just look at his model haha. the only gear that gives me a headache is his helmet, but even then I just bs my way through it

for chibi König I just shrink all his proportions and draw a stupid little t-shirt for his head<3 he doesn’t need to think, he’s just a cute little fella. I draw chibi König the way I would draw a puppy, make him look cute without a thought behind those eyes

for additional reference material here’s the link for my Pinterest - I have an absurd amount of reference material for you to browse through

hopefully this was slightly helpful?? I don’t know, as long as you get something out of this I’m happy

[raven-dor]

let me help you

in which george weasley gets the girl

PAIRING: george weasley x ravenclaw!reader, harry potter x PLATONIC!reader, hermione granger x PLATONIC!reader, ron wealey x PLATONIC!reader

WARNINGS: GIVEN LAST NAME, established relationship, blood, angst, banter, love confessions, hero complex (it's harry potter, what did you expect), young love, Umbridge

WORD COUNT: 2.2k

🎶 : put a little love on me - niall horan

AN: ♥️💗 - please forgive me for this fic, it's not exactly my best work!!

Y/N was not at all thrilled about this detention. After all, she had been there when Harry got back from his first detention. 

His hand still had the scar. 

It was horrifying. And it didn't help that Draco, who had been the one to tattle on her, was Umbridge's favorite. It's like trouble kept finding her, no matter how much she tried to be Little Miss Perfect. This year, she determined, was an exception. She didn't have to go down to the toad's office just yet, so she stopped by Gryffindor Tower.

"Hello, Frances!” She waved. “Can you please let me in?"

The Fat Lady squinted her eyes and hummed. "Fine."

The portrait opened up, and Y/N smiled, walking over the discarded red solo cups and confetti. Even though George, Fred, and Harry were banned from the team, they still had a party for their first win. 

She sat on the couch, not even bothering to tell any of her friends she was there. While she loved her own common room, it was nowhere near as warm and comforting as Gryffindor’s was. Ravenclaw did have a fireplace, but it didn't have as comfortable of couches. Or the same aroma. Or the same chocolatey eyes. Or ginger hair. She curled up, leaning on the plush pillow, dozing off, hoping she'd wake up and everything was just a horrible dream, the last week becoming void.

"Hello, Y/N."

She opened her eyes, shielding them from the light. "Harry."

He smiled, sitting beside her. "You alright?"

She sat up, staring at the fire. "I'm stressed, and it's exhausting."

Harry scoffed. "Tell me about it."

"Yeah." She stared back into the fire. 

"Can I ask why you’re here and not… in your own common room?"

She glared, nudging him playfully. "Just wanted to relax before I go into the belly of the beast."

He frowned. "I would go in your place. It's just-"

"It's just that Umbridge would immediately notice that you are not Y/N Monroe."

He laughed. "We look enough alike."

"Not that much, Harry." She stood up. "I'll be back. Don't wait up for me."

"No promises."

She smiled weakly. 

As she walked to the Defense classroom, she made multiple escape plans. Maybe she could run away. Or hide in the passageways forever. Or she could- She looked at the door in front of her and took a deep breath. Best to get it over with and be done with it. She looked at the classroom she had once been excited to enter with complete disdain. Making her way up the stairs to Umbridge’s office, she tried to gather herself, willing herself not to cry in front of that wench. Just like Harry had told her, if she doesn't know that it hurts you, it doesn't feed her ego.

"Hello, Ms. Monroe. Please sit."

Y/N approached the extremely pink desk. She moved to pick up the pen, but Umbridge stopped her.

"I want to tell you, Ms.Monroe, that Mr.Potter is lying about everything. I'm sorry that you've been manipulated, and if you tell me what he's done, I'll make sure that you get past this all unharmed." She leaned forward and put her hand on her forearm. "I’m aware that you are close friends with Mr. Malfoy, and I'm sure he'd be more than happy to help you with any problems you are facing."

Y/N rolled her eyes. "Professor, as much as I appreciate your gracious offer and reminder of my past friendships," she leaned forward, and Umbridge looked eager. "I would rather rot in hell than betray my actual friends. So I'll take your blood quill."

"Seventy-five lines. I must not retaliate."

Y/N had thought about how it would feel before, having your skin cut into, but this was much more excruciating than her imagination. Her eyes were so clouded that she couldn't see in front of her, but she kept going. She would finish all seventy-five lines, and she would walk out of that demon's office with her head held high.

She had walked out of Umbridge's office with her head held high for about a minute before she burst into tears. That was by far the worst experience of her life. Stumbling through the halls, she tried not to be obvious, but with the trickle of blood that was leaving her hand, it was hard to miss. She’d gotten past the moving staircases before anyone crossed her path. The first face she saw made her freeze, hoping that the ground would swallow her whole.

George Weasley was walking directly toward her. She knew that as soon as he saw her, he would know something was wrong. And she would break because that's just what George did to her. She tried to smile at him, but she was too busy forcing herself not to faint. 

Thanks to her excruciating pain, she became delusional from the tears and minor blood loss, walking like a third-year after their first firewhiskey. His strong hands held her shoulders. 

"Are you alright, love? You don't look so good."

She nodded, keeping her head down. "I'm fine, George. I just need to get back to my common room."

"Not so fast. What's-" He paled. "What the bloody hell is wrong with your hand?"

"I scratched it."

"Darling, a scratch does not produce this much blood." He held her hand gently, examining the back. "Who did this?"

"It doesn't matter Georgie. I-"

He looked rather heartbroken and angry at the same time. Her heart clenched; she knew couldn't lie to him. It was really annoying. She sighed and took a deep breath. 

"Umbridge."

He was eerily quiet, still staring at her hand. "I'm going to kill that horrible wicked toad."

"No, you're not."

He scoffed, raising his voice. "Look at what she did to you!"

Y/N tore her hand away, wincing. "You don't understand, George."

"Darling! She is torturing you!"

"Just leave it alone." She shoved past him, trying to walk away.

"I'm telling McGonagall. Or Dumbledore."

She whipped around, glaring. "You're insane!"

He laughed, his whole face covered in disbelief. "I'm insane? I'm insane? This woman-"

She put her hand over her eyes, trying to stop herself from passing out from the pain. "George-"

"This woman is torturing you! And getting away with it!" 

"George."

"And you won't even tell anyone. Merlin, love!" 

"George. You don't get it!" They were both quiet for a moment, their chests heaving from the adrenaline of their yelling match. "I'm sorry. But I can't let her know she's getting to me. Then she wins." She took a deep breath and walked away from him. "Just drop it."

He watched her in shock before snapping out of his trance and following after her. Grabbing her bicep, he twirled her around. "George, seriously-"

He shook his head. "You don't take care of yourself enough, you know. You never have, and you probably never will."

She scoffed like what he was saying wasn't a well-known fact. "What’s your-"

"Just let me speak, Y/N." He took a deep breath. "You've been putting yourself in harm's way since your second year, and it's-” He muttered, laughing to himself. “I can’t believe I’m about to say this. It’s frankly irresponsible." 

Her eyebrows scrunched, and her angry expression was replaced with one of shock. If someone had asked her to look back on what she said in response, she would probably pretend not to remember, when in reality, she was embarrassed for saying something entirely irrelevant.

"You knew who I was?"

George sighed, staring down lovingly at her. "Y/N/N-" He shook his head, trying to get back into the scolding mindset. "Stop distracting me! You're changing the point. You've been putting yourself in harm's way for three, almost four years now, and for a good cause, I can respect that..." He sighed. "But when are you going to start taking care of yourself? Thinking about if this-" He flung his arms about, gesturing to her hand, the castle, the Gryffindor Tower. "-is a good plan?"

She was still stuck in a trance, words failing to leave her. He nodded. "That's what I thought." Pulling her closer, he whispered. "So why don't you let me do the worrying here? Okay? Because I-" Her eyes were full of hope, and he tried to say it again. "You know that I-"

Time seemed to stop as Y/N held her breath. Maybe it was the fact that someone cared more for her well-being than she did, or maybe it was the fact that she had been in love with George Weasley since her third year, but something moved her, and she surged forward, grabbing his face and pulling it down to hers. 

And she kissed him. His worrying over her being too reckless and underreacting to a rather severe problem made her realize she didn't want to avoid the inevitable anymore. 

She let go of his face slowly and looked up, just then realizing that she wasn't one hundred percent sure he loved her- or even at the least loved her back.

George stuttered. "I- you-"

She winced, and she started to spiral into a bout of panic. "Sorry. I didn't even ask. I-"

He grinned widely, pulling her closer. "Just let me take care of you." He put his right hand on her cheek, caressing her face with his thumb. "Please."

His left hand let go of her wrist, and fell to her waist, pulling her as close as humanely possible.  He smiled as he kissed her back. He was scared that this was a dream, that he would stop kissing her, and he would wake up in his bed again, without her. They parted, faces still insanely close. They slowly caught their breaths, her smile so wide her face ached.

"I-" She took her head off of his chest, and looked up at his glowing face. "I love you."

He kissed her again, this time softer and yet just as passionate. "I've been in love with you since you tripped down the stairs."

She giggled, tears still in her eyes. "I love you."

"I love you."

She kissed him again, and he fell into it. "I really love you."

"Good. Because I honestly don't think I could have gone another moment without kissing you. You-" he pecked her lips between each word. "Are most definitely the love of my life.” 

The remaining tears stuck in her eyes fell, laughing in his hold. "You are a dream, Weasley."

"Don't think that I'm going to forget about Umbridge. I’m talking to McGonagall first thing tomorrow."

She smiled up at him. "Whatever you say, love."

He walked her back to Gryffindor Tower, and she snorted, stopping him in his tracks. "I have an idea."

He hummed. "What's that?"

"What if we pull a," she brought her hand up and held her fingers close together, "small prank?"

He smirked. "I knew there was a reason I loved you."

"Haha., What if we don't tell anyone about us..." George looked skeptical. "Until you walk into breakfast, and we act like a couple. To freak them out."

"So you're targeting dear old Ronniekins."

"Obviously."

He looked at her deadpan, clapping slowly. "Amazing, my love! Truly revolutionary." 

She smacked him on the chest. "Oh, shut it."

"Let's do it."

She nodded. "Alright then. The prank begins... now."

Y/N walked towards the portrait but was quickly pulled back. He smirked, leaning down.

"I need one more kiss, just to hold me over until tomorrow."

"I think you'll be mhm-"

She melted into his arms, twirling the short locks by the top of his neck. They pulled apart, and she spoke breathily. "The prank starts now."

She walked into the tower, George following after her. Her face was still puffy, and her eyes were still slightly watery. Hermione gasped, rushing her over to the couch.

"Oh, Y/N."

"Nothing she hasn't already done before."

Ron grumbled. "I still don't understand why we can't tell Dumbledore."

"Tell Dumbledore what?"

She fought the urge to smile, turning towards the familiar voice.

"Oh, nothing."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "It isn't nothing. Umbridge had Y/N do lines with a special quill that cuts into your skin."

George's face looked just as it had before, and Y/N realized he wasn't pretending. He was still upset. He walked up to the couch, examining her hand.

"I can't believe she’s getting away with this. I'll be back. I have loads of bandages in case a prank gone wrong.”

He ran to his dorm, and Hermione laughed, nudging her friend. "Just friends. Really?"

The Ravenclaw shrugged, pink dusting her cheeks.

George appeared back in front of them, first aid kit in hand. "This should do the trick after you use the necessary healing spells." He looked at Harry. "You should use some, too. This muggle medicine works wonders."

"Thanks, Georgie."

"No problem, love."

Ron groaned. "Just get a room, you two."

Hermione scolded him. "Ronald, stop it."

Harry smirked. "Yeah, Ronald. Stop it."

"Shut up, Harry."

Harry gestured to Y/N's hand, smiling sympathetically. "What did she make you write?"

"I must not retaliate."

He grinned, nodding. "Fitting."

"Oh, shut it, Harry."

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𝜗𐑞 Faith’s Diary Entry #1 •❥

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Today was supposed to be fun. Hope , Mom, and I were in the garden, and the flowers were so pretty. Hope was smiling a lot, and I was happy because she doesn’t smile like that all the time. We were picking flowers together, and everything was good.

Then, something bad happened.

Hope stopped moving. She was holding her chest, and her face looked in pain and scared. I didn’t know what was wrong, but before I could ask, she started coughing really hard. But it wasn’t a normal cough. It was ink. Thick, black ink coming out of her mouth. It got all over her hands, her clothes, and the flowers we were picking. I didn’t know what to do. I was so scared.

She fell down before we could help her. Mom and I were yelling her name, but she didn’t wake up. She was so quiet, and it looked like she wasn’t breathing much. I can’t stop thinking about her face—so pale with ink on it. I was so, so scared.

We carried her to the Calix Order. I ran as fast as I could, but it felt like I couldn’t go fast enough. We begged them to help Hope. They put her on a bed, and that’s when they told us.

They said it was an Ink Attack, an old evil Illness creation from a long time ago during the war with the Devil. It makes people hurt and damage inside the souls and cough up inks. It even makes them melt into ink. How could something so bad happen to Hope? Why does it have to be her? Why can we live happily for ONCE?!!

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What do you need to hear rn?? (PAC TAROT)

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Hello everyone! I'm IIknur! And welcome to the reading! Today I'm gonna try to channel some messages from your spirit guides about your current situations, or any problem you might be facing rn, or in general some messages that'll help you in your journey ahead! Hope you like it:))

Disclaimer

It's a general reading so take what resonates and what doesn't

These readings are not a substitute for any professional/medical/financial advice

While I try to give accurate guidance through tarot, it's our free will and responsibility to take action on something or not. So pls take care of that.

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Pile 1♥️

Hello pile 1! Welcome to your reading!! Let's see what your spirit guides wants you to know whenever this reading has reached you.

King of Wands, knight of swords, 10os, 4oc, the chariot

Idk pile 1, I feel as if though I'm stuck, I'm feeling very stuck energy from you pile 1. As if you guys are b/w something, confusion? Choices? Should I choose this or that? Or you're stuck in something by your own choice or maybe by external circumstances of yours? Idk, but the guidance coming from your spirit guides, is that, you have the power this whole time to either take that decision, break free from something (if that's the case) or whatever in which you're feeling stuck. I've seen a post here on Tumblr itself, where a man was holding 2 cards in one it was 4oc (which we have here) and 10os(which we again have here in your reading) and basically they said, you've 2 choices, either the pain of being there as it with the 4oc or the pain of moving on with the 10os. And I exactly feel this for you my dear pile 1's. Now don't feel attacked or something, I totally understand and get you, bcz, it's me too I often feel stuck in some situations but at the end, I trust the process and I find the path to move ahead, as I start to focus on my sprituallity more, it's just helps me and it's just an eg. Maybe something else will help you, or maybe this can also you, which thing helped me, and the guidance for you is that, I'm getting you have the power, strength, courage, will, or whatever else you've to call it, to move ahead, choose something to begin, or end with. I hope it makes sense for you pile 1, bcz with the chariot, I feel you'll be guided to the right direction, especially with this whatever thing you're stuck in, and with the high priestess being top of the deck, some of you already might know, what you've the do, want to do, and what not. The thing is then Take action?! Why wait for the right time, when you can yourself make the time right? Yes! This is the time to go ahead and do it! Whatever your heart saying just do it, that's your intuition and you're being guided in the right direction!! May god bless you always pile 1!!♥️♥️

Thank you so much for being here pile 1!! Hope you liked it! Lemme know in the comment box, I'll really appreciate it!!♥️♥️

Pile 2♥️

Hello pile 2! And welcome to your reading! Let's see what your spirit guides wants to tell you now!

The moon, ace of pentacles, queen of cups, the world, 7oc, the lovers.

When I was shuffling your cards, actually way before shuffling, I heard "one of the girls" song in my head? Idk if it's significant or not, or if it's just only my fav? But believe me, I didn't heard this song from last 2 months now, and maybe it's something significant, and I also got some cowboy/cowgirl energy?😂 Irdk? Also "la espada" idk I'm channeling songs Outta nowhere 😂 well now as per your cards, I feel that somethings coming in, maybe you're not aware of it, bcz the ace of pentacles is coming from the moon, so maybe it's well hidden rn, also I would highly suggest you to pay attention to your dreams. And try to find the meaning behind it(intuitively pls) something completing at night? Idk why, it's a very neptunian energy here, like whenever you live on your Neptune line(according to astrocartography) it suggests that things come and go, and you are not even aware of it, bcz the energy of Neptune kind of clouds the vision, and that's true, I live on the Neptune line, and honestly so many problems I don't even able to see coming, until they arrive at the doorstep literally and it almost feels like out of nowhere. Same goes with good things, but in both cases Neptune kind of blue everything. And I exactly feel this for you, ik eg. Is a bit long, but somethings coming in that you may feel out of nowhere, but actually you already have been recieved the signs and synchronisity about it, and I also feel like if you manifested something back before, it's coming but you already completely forget about it now. But you are able to pick up on that. Yes. I also feel like for some it's a past person coming back, so if you're hoping for some kind of reunion it's happening, again it's upon your free will what you do after it. And actually something is also completing, bcz the world card shows completion and so, something are coming to a completion. But again, I feel you've less awareness around there, it must have been in the back of your mind, subconscious? May have been important for you in the past, but now you literally don't know or remember.😅 Weird weird wierd! I've never channeled reading like this, but god bless you pile no.2!

Thank you pile 2 for being here! Lemme know in the comment section if you like it or not!! I hope you'll have a great day/night ahead!!

Pile 3♥️

Hello pile no.3! And welcome to your reading! Let's see what your spirit guides wants to tell you!!

The moon, the sun, judgement, 9os, 8oc, 5op

Pile no.3, I see that maybe something major has happened in your life recently, it feels like as if you're walking on the edge, and in general if nothing happened like a tower moment or something, which I feel like has happened internally or externally, it may even be like some suppressed emotions are finally releasing, and it's been taking a toll on you, but there's something that has been happened/happening, that is kind of overwhelming rn. Some may also going through with sleeping issues, overthinking, anxiety, worrying a lot, or maybe a dark night of the soul? But the message here for you pile 3, with the 8oc, that I see you're entering a new phase in your life! And your spirit guides are encouraging you to keep on going, bcz you're exactly going in the right direction, and also you're exactly where you need to be rn as well, so you basically don't have to worry, or be anxious about anything, just trust the process, and good times are ahead, as if your spirit guides are promising you that, they just want you to keep on going. If you're in dark night of the soul, you're passing through it, and finally spritual awakening is at the the horizon, I'm getting 3ow energy, and dawn? So dawn of a new era is coming for you all!! No need to be depressed now!! Everything is happening in the way it should be, and you'll finally understand the lessons behind it, it feels like a major breakthrough tbh! I hope that from whatever you're going through, god bless you and you will surely come out of this situation! And I keep hearing "I promise" I actually wanted to say that, and it's a reassurance that good times are just about to come, as we're already in the spring season! Summers gonna be a very good time for you!!

Thank you so much pile 3 for being here! Pls lemme know if you like this reading in the comment box! God bless you, and help you heal always!🤗♥️

Pile 4

Hii pile 4! Welcome to your reading!! Let's see what your spirit guides wants to say to you!

Justice, high priestess, page of cups, 6os, 10oc

Pile no.4, while shuffling your cards, I can sense clarity, I gain clarity over something, that has been a bit difficult for me, I would tell you but Irdk how can I convert it into words, but I can sense for some of you, some type of clarity is coming, and it'll come automatically through channeling, no need of other resources, it's actually channeling. And actually in the justice card the man is actually holding a sword representative of authority but also clarity, bcz it's the ace of swords, and that's the energy I was getting. Idk, I'm getting like if something feels negative to you, it's simply a sign to move on from that, or it's just not meant for you, and you have the power whether to claim it or not, out of fear or whatever, but at the same time, that same thing which feels negative can be an inspired action, bcz our intuition told us to do, like see it like this for eg. You're a person who don't likes to be alone, and hate losing friendships, and bcz you're damn lucky, you actually have good friends around u, but in the back of your mind, it's always like 'i hate losing friendships, breaking up in a friendship is bad or something, but then you sense some -ve energy from one of your friends, and you don't exactly understand what it was, but it drained you, and you've the courage to break free from that friendship and you did, now you're no more draining your energy? Idk how well can I explain it, but it's like it was bad for you to lose friendships, but in this case it was actually a good one to lose this friendship bcz it was for your highest good? I hope it makes sense, and basically it just means that good and bad changes depending upon the situation, and if you feel something negative out of nowhere, and it's not coming out from your intuition it's basically a sign of fear that you've to let go of, and this is all what I gained clarity on. Ik it's a bit weird maybe, but that's how I channeled it,

And honestly I'm not channeling anything else from cards,expect that some clarity is on the way for you, and you'll channel it by yourself, and the things I mentioned above can mean, that fear is just an illusion and it actually depends on case to case? Irdk I'm really sorry, I hope you can able to understand bcz, I can't able to explain it in words, but I hope you liked this reading!!😅 Thank you so much pile 4 for being here pls lemme know if you like it or not and also what you understood from all of it:)) it'll be greatly appreciated ♥️♥️

Thank you so much everyone for being here!!♥️♥️<333