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Vera Rivera Madrigal Headcanons;

Her full name is Vera Coco Rivera Madrigal.

She is 6 years old by d3.

She is the second youngest child of Miguel Rivera and Mirabel Madrigal.

She has the gift of flight.

Her birthday is December 17th, which makes her a Sagittarius.

Vera has Mirabel’s skin tone and Miguel’s big brown eyes with rosie red cheeks, big ears, buck teeth, and long frizzy, wavy, slightly curly golden blonde hair that goes down to her mid-back.

After her gift ceremony, she was gifted angel-like white and gold wings that can be folded out of existence that allow her to steer her flight. If she lost them, she would be able to fly or float still but it would be more difficult without the ability to steer or shield herself from a bad fall.

She adores the colors pink, yellow, purple, white, and red as well as bows, dresses, and skirts (she is very much what one would call a girly girl). It is pretty much all she wears.

Vera has an ungodly amount of energy and could run and play and dance all day without putting a dent into said energy. It’s been like this since she was a baby.

She got glasses when she was four and handled it rather well…unlike Mariana and Mirabel, who were not at all happy to get glasses when they did.

The blonde absolutely adores any winged creature. She does not care what it is, if the thing has wings or can fly, she loves it. Which is unfortunate for Mariana, because that includes bugs which her older sister is absolutely terrified of.

Vera’s favorite season is summer, which is funny because her name means summer in Latin.

Vera loves origami—she mainly makes paper airplanes, origami bugs,and origami birds though.

Some people in the Encanto have a nasty habit of touching her wings without permission when they're out—they do the same with Arlo’s hair. Unlike Arlo, Vera finds it very hard to say no to people/stand up to people when they do this.

Lucky Vera has her family to stand up for her.

She likes when Mirabel brushes her hair, but doesn't like when anyone else (aside from Princesa, Dolores, and Marcelo) does because very few people in their family know how to take care of her hair without brushing against her wings or tugging too quickly/much.

Her and Princesa get along great since they've both inherited the random blonde gene in the family.

She's a daddy’s girl and wants to be a musician when she grows up like her dad.

Unfortunately for her, she absolutely sucks at playing the guitar AND the piano no matter how hard she tries to learn.

She's killer at the harp, ukulele, and violin though and is learning how to play the drummers, so she'll still be able to accomplish her dreams.

Vera goes to the Encanto's only public school and doesn't care whether she goes to Auradon Prep or not. School is school. Whether she likes it or not doesn't change things.

Vera is single and as of right now does not have or show interest in anyone at the moment as more than friends but it's subject to change as she ages.

Vera is very close friends with Lena Cove, Karina Collodi-Rossi-Liddell, Christina Bones,Fabian Collodi-Rossi-Liddell, Blue Veronica Rossí, and Samantha Cove.

The blonde has been described as kind, shy, reserved, gentle, fair, caring, faithful, eager, trusting, and smart as well as quiet, cheerful, clumsy, forgetful, impatient, and imaginative.

Vera is rather smart and even tempered for her age, and is very curious.

She's also daydreaming constantly and loves to play this game where she's the princess of a cloud kingdom called ‘the kingdom of the sky’.

People have said that she looks a lot like Miguel, which she takes pride in. She’s also been told she looks like Princesa and her Abuela Luisa.

Loves playing hide ‘n seek but hates playing with Mariana and Marisol because she can never find either of them (because Mariana is always hiding under the rug and Casita helps her, and Marisol knows where all the secret passages go. Not that she knows that).

Vera fell out of the Tree House Agustín built once when she was three. None of the older kids told anybody and just gave her some of Julieta's cooking after making sure she didn't hurt her head. It's one of her earliest memories.

That's also why she's so good at being sneaky despite being so little.

Vera, like Antonio, hears more than people think and will oftentimes scare the fuck out of people by dropping information she’s not supposed to have into a conversation.

Her favorite aunt is Luisa And her favorite uncle is Bubo.

Her favorite candy is any kind of chocolates—her favorite chocolates are Chocolates Madrigal, though.

Her favorite bedtime story is the book of life. BUT she also has no complaints about having ‘the Skeleton Man’ read to her as a bedtime story.

Her favorite holiday is Halloween. She usually dresses as ‘skeletal cupid’.

Her favorite musician is her dad but she also likes listening to the music that her cousins and her siblings’ music, too.

Her favorite songs are “Remember Me” (which her dad sings to her as a lullaby) and “Charm Me Maybe”.

She has a pet/animal companion named ‘Featherplums’, who is an antbird. Antonio gave him to her.

She likes catching and releasing bugs, and she collects fake/dead ones. She'd likely be a professional bird watcher or Entomologist if she was unable to become a professional musician for some reason.

She does not, however, like horses because they always try to buck her off or run her down whenever they see her. The only exception is Mirabel's horse, Needles. Truth be told, they scare her.

Vera loves flying and wishes her parents would allow her to fly higher but doesn't argue with them too much about it because they did a good job of explaining to her that they were just scared of her getting hurt.

She's woken up herself up more than once after accidentally flying into the wall.

Despite the fact that Vera doesn't always have her wings (since she can retract them), she still has to preen her feathers and she still molts.

The first time she molted after getting her gifts she cried because her wings were so itchy and no one knew what was going on until Antonio got home and got look at them.

She needs help when it comes to preening and cleaning her wings because obviously she can't reach the entire length of them.

She also likes those lollipops with insects in them.

Her favorite animals that are not winged are dogs.

Her favorite flower is the dandelion because she likes blowing them out.

Vera's favorite shows are ‘The Thunderbolt Adventure Hour’, ‘Aurora The Explorer’, and ‘Toddlers without Tiaras’.

Her favorite business to visit outside of the Encanto is The Briar Rose—a restaurant that only sells desserts.

Her paternal family has a picture of her crying on Santa's knee when she was about one or two.

Likes painting wooden carvings and is pretty decent at it.

Vera doesn't like getting her wings wet because she doesn't like how it feels.

She is terrified of needles.

She has flown into a window more than once and refuses to acknowledge that it's ever happened because she's so embarrassed.

Slipped walking into the cafeteria at school on a rainy day and walked right back out without looking at anyone. She was mortified. She only returned because José, Avila, and Dayana promised to beat up anyone who made fun of her. It also probably helped that Amada and Renata held her hands when they walked back in.

She loves playing video games with Marcelo (who usually lets her win though she doesn't know it). Her favorite is ‘Hero Rising’.

Her favorite play is ‘12 Angry Dalmatians’.

She enjoys watching plays more than being in them.

She slept through the night quicker than her other siblings did and she doesn't usually remember her dreams.

Broke her wing once after getting caught in clothes’ lines. Which she is now afraid of.

Her favorite food that Julieta makes is Zesty and Exceptional Fish Ceviche.

Her favorite dessert that Julieta makes is ‘Coconut Fudgies For Pepa’s happiest mood’.

Her favorite drink that Julieta makes is Lulo Juice.

Vera gets along great with her Abuela Julieta and loved being carried around by her as a toddler.

She likes listening to Marisol's stories and has fallen asleep to them on more than one occasion.

Her biggest dream, unrelated to job aspirations, is to meet the Grinch, Rudolph, or the Great Pumpkin.

Vera adores horror movies and horror stories, and tries to sneak watch them whenever she can even though she's technically not allowed to watch them.

Accidentally stole a candy bar once and cried because she felt so bad, and thought she was going to jail.

Told the ‘If I was you I would be really sad’ girl the exact same thing she told Mirabel, only she said it about the girl's job. Mirabel was mortified but not as mortified as said girl who got flashbacks to what she said to Mirabel and couldn't look her in the eye. Yes, that girl had babysat Vera before.

Vera's baby blanket is gold with ladybugs on it and the stuffed animal Mirabel made her as a baby is a dove.

Met her deceased family in a dream once and nobody is sure whether it was real or not.

Vera is a sound sleeper and it takes a lot to get her to stirr. She doesn't move around in her sleep or snore—she just stays in the position she fell asleep in.

She drools in her sleep.

Loves learning new things.

Camilo told her once that the table manners man would come and stare ar her until she behaved, and completely forgot about it. Vera believed in the table manners man for three years whole heartedly

Marcelo is her favorite sibling, hands down.

She nearly floated off after her gift ceremony and now she wears weighted shoes to ensure that she can't ever float too far off uncontrollably ever again.

She can do a handstand and a cartwheel.

Vera loves doing tricks in the air when she flies but has gotten hurt on more than one occasion because she's clumsy.

She once poured water on someone and flew away after she heard them insulting Marcelo. No one ever figured out it was her.

Vera is also friends with the tooth fairy. She also adores her and her army of little baby teeth (aka littler fairies).

She's lactose intolerant.

She likes fidget toys and squishy toys.

She also enjoys coloring and dancing.

Whenever one of the kids in the house breaks something, Vera is the go-to person to hide the original. Leta is usually the one to make a replica of the thing that was broken so that the adults don't notice.

Vera’s door shows the blonde soaring through the clouds with her wings spread out, eyes closed and a small smile on her face.

Vera's room is a little bigger than the nursery with wallpaper that shows birds flying on a sky blue, cloudy background and pink carpet.

She has a big bird cage in the corner of her room that she can enter that her bird rests in occasionally (Vera has accidentally locked herself in it three times since she got her room).

She has a nest made of soft fabric with a circular, thin but comfortable mattress in it. The nest is full of winged stuffed animals, blankets, and pillows.

The main/biggest blanket in the nest is the pink and purple bug and bird patterned, bowed quilt Mirabel made her.

She has a coloring table that has her favorite cartoon character (Thunderbolt) in her room with a winged chair.

She has a dresser for her clothes with knick knacks everywhere on top of it and an angel music box on top of it that plays ‘Remember Me’ whenever wound up.

One corner of her room has a case for her bug collection.

The ceiling in her room shows a colorful pastel rainbow sky that is endless.

Her wall is decorated in magazine cut outs of birds, bugs, and wings, and pictures of family members. There's also a couple of posters from her favorite shows.

She has a secret bookcase in her room that flips around when her parents are in the room. She also has a tv that gets absorbed into the wall when they enter too.

Vera also has a toucan toy chest in one corner of the room and a little area where she can practice her music.

Oh and she has a few skulls in her room. No one is sure where she got them.

She got jump scared one time when she awoke in the middle of the night to find a sleepwalking Renata in her room.

Vera will remind others in the midst of chaos how good they're being.

Before Vera got her gift, she used to be scared of the dark and would run to Marcelo for comfort. She outgrew her fear of the dark not long after getting her gift and still doesn't know that her big brother is terrified of the dark.

Vera does not know that Marcelo was sick and will not know until she's much older.

Her friends and siblings and cousins joked once that if she found a portal to another dimension she would enter it without a second thought to explore. It was funny until Vera agreed.

Marcelo made her promise to at least get him first if she found one.

Vera has a diary and she writes mostly with glitter pens and colored pencils.

Vera is a good singer.

When Vera is in a bad headspace, she'll often wake up to find that she's floated so far up in her room that she can no longer see the floor. Which is probably half of the reason why she's terrified that she'll float away and never be seen again one day if she doesn't learn how to control her powers/ever loses her weighted shoes.

When her gift acts up, she'll unwillingly start floating and her wings will disappear on her—which has caused her to face plate on the rare occasions that it's happened.

Vera has beef with Osvaldo and is very open about it. She has hated that man from birth and no one knows why.

She has a secret social media account: no one knows it exists. She uses it to look at Thunderbolt fanart and literally nothing else. It has not occurred to her to use it for anything else. Casita is pulling the strings to keep her from seeing the more unsavory stuff.

Is very much the kid who will say “I’m six and a half” as if it's that big of a difference.

She's ticklish.

Vera wants to learn archery when she's older.

The day she hears the story of Icarus is the day a brand new fear is unlocked.

Marcelo saved her from a kidnapping attempt once using nothing but a shoe.

Oh and Vera, like Dolores, absolutely hates getting unnecessarily dirty.

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jessicaloons · 9 months ago

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Chapter 45:

Just breathe, just relax, it’ll be OK

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I woke up to soft barks and whines, Arlo gently letting us know that it was time for his morning walk.

"Charles… Charles…" I mumbled, pulling the sheets over my head "Arlo…"

"He’s your baby…" he groaned turning away and I hit him with a pillow "Our baby… fine…"

"He needs to go on a walk…"

"It’s too early…" Charles whined and I huffed, getting up slowly.

"It’s your week…" I pulled the blanket away and he covered his eyes with his arm "But because you won yesterday I’ll go. This one time." I scrambled out of bed, pulling on some shorts and a hoodie.

"You could just go on the terrace with him… for once…"

"That was just for his training! We’re not taking steps backwards!" I shook my head and slipped on some socks, then opened Arlo’s crate "Good morning little one. You’re a good boy, waiting here patiently for your irresponsible, hungover dad without throwing a massive tantrum…"

"Oh wow… not throwing shade at all." Charles mumbled and sat up slowly, wiping his eyes "I’m awake now… you can go back to bed."

"No, it’s fine, I’ll go." I grabbed Arlo’s harness and leash and walked around the bed "You look… horrible. Sleep." I kissed Charles’ cheek and left our bedroom together with Arlo. I put on the harness and the leash, slipped into my sneakers and grabbed Charles’ RayBan from the kitchen island "Let’s go, little one."

It was a warm, sunny day. A buzzing atmosphere in the air. People we passed talking about how amazing the race was, how Charles won his home GP for the second time, how proud they were on their hometown hero.

"Lizzie?" someone said behind me and I turned around, spotting a very sweaty Max "You’re awake quite early?"

"Me? Look at you! You look like you ran a half marathon…" I looked him once over.

"Almost, yeah." he chuckled and then kneeled down to give Arlo some head scratches "I mean, I didn’t have much to celebrate last night, so yeah…" he winked and I laughed.

"Oh no, poor Maxie…" I joked.

"Need to get used to it again, you know." Max shrugged his shoulders a little, a smile on his lips, as he continued scratching Arlo‘s head.

"I’m sure you’ll have plenty of opportunities this season." I laughed and he got up, lightly punching my upper arm.

"Look who‘s getting all cocky." he said and this time I shrugged my shoulders "Honestly, I’m happy that Charles finally has the car and the team around him to fight me. You can’t be the best if you’re not fighting the best."

"Such wise words from you."

"I’m not getting younger, you know." he glanced behind me and I heard the hectic voices of some fans, turning around.

"Looks like you’ve been spotted. Go on, I gotta go anyways, we’re having some busy days ahead."

"Tell Charles congrats again, and I’ll see you guys in Montreal I guess?" Max waved and walked towards the fans.

"Yep, see you then." I walked in the opposite direction, back home. Arlo happily running in front of me, all the way back to our building. I unlocked the front door and got hit with a delicious smell.

"It smells amazing, you made breakfast?" I slipped off my shoes and unbuckled Arlo’s leash.

"Just some eggs on bread, I’m not a complete lost cause, okay?" Charles laughed, bending down, feeding Arlo a piece of cheese "Good morning little one." he patted his head and then got up, grabbing me by the waist, pulling me close "Good morning my gorgeous girl." he kissed me gently, deepening the kiss as soon as I put my hands around his neck, pulling him closer "I must say… my hoodie, my glasses… it all looks way better on you than on me."

"That’s because some of the stuff you own looks horrible… sorry…" I whispered against his pouty lips "I like the simple Charles, Jeans and T-Shirt… not these weird oversized, crazy pattern clothes you sometimes put on."

"I’m experimenting…" he sighed and I kissed the tip of his nose.

"I know. But most of the time… it should stay inside your closet…" I chuckled and his grip on my waist tightened a little, as he kissed my jaw, down the column of my throat.

"Like the box with my clothes you’re hiding in your closet?" he whispered against the sensitive spot beneath my ear and I swallowed audibly "What? You think I didn’t notice that some of my… more risky clothes were missing?" his hot breath fanned over my ear, then he kissed my cheek and I could feel the smirk on his lips.

"I’m sorry, but some of that clothes are atrocious… that blue tie dye jeans? The baby blue jacket you combined with it? Basically every single one of these pants you would fit in three times?" I bit my lip, looking down "I should’ve told you something… and not just hide your clothes… I’m really sorry."

"It’s okay… I guess Doni won’t be too happy to hear that you find most of his clothes atrocious but okay…" Charles chuckled a little, kissing my forehead "Come on, sit down. Breakfast is ready…" he pulled away and went back to the stove, plating our food.

"Are you mad at me?" I asked, sitting down and Charles raised an eyebrow "That I hid your clothes?"

"No? I mean, I know that style wise you’re more into the classics, a little sporty, simple with a touch of timeless elegance… whereas me? I don’t even know if I have a style? I guess I’m still finding mine and I know that I could need all the help that I’m getting." he laughed.

"Well for starters, wear clothes in your size and if oversized then maybe one or two sizes more… and maybe not the wild patterns you’re going for sometimes? They hurt the eyes." I shrugged a little, biting into my toast "And maybe Doni is better as just a friend… and hoodie and t-shirt provider… but not pants. Definitely not pants."

"Got it… will you help me picking out an outfit for Andrea and Simon’s engagement party then?" Charles sat down next to me and I smiled "You already did… alright." he laughed and I looked at him sheepishly.

"Sorry but I was looking for what I was wearing and so I was going through my stuff and then I saw your suits and thought about something that would match my dress…" I mumbled and he laughed.

"I’m sure whatever you picked, it will look amazing, your outfit as well as mine."

Charles POV:

I looked over the bay, watched the waves gently crashing down the shore when we were called back in and I followed Daniel who apologised himself shortly after and left. As everyone finally sat down I looked over my shoulder, waiting for Lizzie to return. I ordered a bourbon for me and a cocktail for Lizzie, then talked with the two guys on my left, some cousins of Andrea, as I felt a soft hand gently stroking my neck.

"Sorry, love. It took a little longer than expected." she said and sat down on my right.

I turned to her and she gave me a little peck on the cheek.

"It’s alright, cara mia, I had a nice little conversation with Andrea’s cousins. I don’t think they understood a lot of what I was saying, well vice versa, but I was entertained." I said and she chuckled a little right as the waitress brought us our drinks "Thank you." and with a smile she was gone.

"What are we having?" Lizzie asked and looked at the red cocktail in front of her.

"Well I picked something we might later want to try out." I whispered and scooted closer, my thigh pressing against hers.

"What are you talking about?" she said and I could hear her voice getting raspy at the contact of our thighs, I leaned in even closer. My mouth at the shell of her ear now.

"I ordered you a Sex on the Beach." and as soon as the words left my lips her eyes widened and she swallowed audibly. I smirked and gently stroked her thigh with my hand under the table, pushing up her dress. Instantly she began to blush and looked around frantically.

"What are you doing?" she whispered, breathless. My hand slipped even higher, playing with the hem of her slip and she gasped loud enough for some heads to turn. Lizzie cleared her throat and looked apologetic around, her cheeks redder than my SF-24, I chuckled and pulled her dress back in place. Then I sat up and took a swig of my Bourbon.

"You look a little flustered there?" I nonchalantly asked her and she glared at me.

"That cocktail? That’s the closest you will ever get to sex on the beach!" she whispered and with that she grabbed it and got up, walking straight to Andrea and her mother. Cheeks still bright red. Totally worth it.

"What‘s up with Lizzie?" Daniel asked as he sat down opposite of me.

"Don’t know, she has some important things to talk about with Andrea I guess." I chuckled a little and took another swig from my glass.

"Maid of honour stuff probably…" he replied and I nodded "I can’t believe it… first Julia two years ago, now Andrea… you and Lizzie next. We’re getting old."

"Seems like it…" I said, a little distracted by the way Lizzie pulled her dress back into place still.

"Oh wow, you didn’t even deny it!" Daniel looked at me with a big grin and I was confused for a moment "I said you and Lizzie will be the next to marry and you just agreed! Don’t tell me you already have a ring?"

"What? No! God! It’s just… I mean, I will marry her, there’s no doubt. She’s it for me. Always was! But there are no plans or anything! At least not for now… or the near future? Honestly I don’t know, when do you know that it’s the right time?" I said quickly and he nodded.

"I don’t know… maybe you should set up a goal, for when it’s time to propose? Something you want to achieve before you ask her to marry you?"

"Like what?"

"Winning your first title?" Daniel wiggled his eyebrows and I laughed a little.

"Yeah? With Red Bull and Max being this strong? I’d like to marry Lizzie when we’re still young…"

"Oh, we’re talking about the next wedding already?" Shima sat down next to me and I swallowed hard "Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me. When will you pop the question? And I need to see the ring first, make sure it’s perfect for Lizzie!"

"There is no concrete plan, no ring, no nothing! Just us talking about it…" I rolled my eyes a little "But rest assured, when it’s time, you’ll be the third person I’ll call…"

"Third? Third!" Shima sounded offended and I laughed "Who comes before me?"

"Well first of all, Juergen, because I will ask him for Lizzie’s hand. Then Joris obviously, maybe even before Pops because he has to give me a pep talk to talk to Pops… and then you." I explained and Shima and Daniel laughed.

"You’re so traditional, Charles. But why would you need a pep talk? Juergen loves you like a son, you have his blessings already!" Daniel chuckled and I shrugged my shoulders a little.

"I think it’s romantic…" Shima sighed a little and I smiled at her.

"I heard that a special guy we both know invited you to Montreal?" I wiggled my eyebrows and she blushed a little "You and Joris seem to get along quite well?"

"Quite well? God, she’s always talking about him…" Daniel rolled his eyes and Shima threw a napkin at him and I laughed, listening to them arguing a little. I was looking up from our table, searching the crowd for Lizzie, when I realised that she was gone.

"Excuse me for a moment." I got up, looking around "Hey Simon, have you seen Lizzie?" I asked the groom to be, but he shook his head.

"Sorry, Charles. But the last time I saw her was with Andrea and our mothers…" he nodded towards the three women, Lizzie missing.

"I’ll have a look." I walked inside of the big estate, searching for her, when I heard the faint sound of a piano, played somewhere. A soft melody that I knew all too well. I followed the music and spotted Lizzie, sitting at the piano, playing a song, singing quietly. I leaned against the doorframe, watching her play, her hands dancing across the keys, her soft voice sounded almost angelic. When she was done, she smiled a little and then turned, looking at me.

"How long were you standing there?" she asked quietly and I pushed off of the doorframe, walking towards her.

"Not long enough…" I sat down next to her, kissing her cheek "That was beautiful."

"It was okay… I’m not that good at playing… need to learn a little more." she shrugged her shoulders a little and I shook my head.

"It was amazing… and your voice?" I pulled her closer and she blushed "I wish I could listen to you sing all day long."

"Oh come on. Stop it." she rolled her eyes a little but I gently grabbed her chin with my thumb and index finger, turning her face to look at me. Her big eyes softened as soon as they met mine.

"I’m serious, cara mia. I wish you would let me record a song, so I can listen to your beautiful voice whenever I want to." I looked at her intently, watched how her cheeks turned a shade darker, a glimmer in her eyes "Maybe one day…"

"Mhhh… maybe one day…" she whispered and I pulled her closer, kissing her soft lips, hoping that maybe one day would come rather sooner than later.

I watched Lizzie climbing out of her car, she looked tense and it seemed like she was limping.

"What’s with Lizzie?" I asked Andrea who followed my look "Did she have a crash or anything?"

"Not that I know of…" he replied and I handed him my helmet, following Lizzie.

She talked with Pete, her face sweaty and she smiled when she saw me approaching.

"Hey you. Good Friday sessions." she said and I nodded slowly "What’s going on?" she asked, when she saw the slight frown on my face.

"That’s what I wanted to ask you? Are you okay? You were limping?" I asked and she looked confused for a second then she began to laugh.

"When I climbed out of the car I hit my knee against the halo. I have honestly no idea how that happened and I also hope that no one saw that, or worse filmed that because I got out of the car rather gracefully after." she scratched the back of her head and I looked at her intently, mustering her face.

"Okay?" I asked and she nodded, pointing to her right knee.

"I might have a nice bruise on my knee tomorrow." she chuckled and I took a deep breath "I’m fine. Seriously! Well not fine, because it does hurt, but it’s nothing bad, it won’t kill me." she reassured me, squeezing my arm "But now I gotta go. There is a lot to talk about for tomorrow. See you later?" she kissed my cheek when I nodded and then walked into the garage, still limping a little. I walked back to my garage, where Brian waited for me.

"Good job out there, Charles." he clapped my back and I smiled.

"Yeah you too." I said as we walked inside, ready to look through the data we collected over the day.

Inside I saw Carlos discussing with is father and cousin in Spanish. He sounded agitated and I stopped when I heard Sainz senior say Lizzie’s name. I looked at them and they stopped talking.

"Still after Lizzie’s seat, I see." I winked at them and then walked away, Andrea waiting for me "I need to learn Spanish…"

"You could just record their conversations and play them to Lizzie." he chuckled and I laughed.

"True… but seriously, I’m worried that they are so adamant about taking over Lizzie’s seat! Now that the Red Bull seat is gone? Mercedes is this close to sign Antonelli? His only options are now what? Williams? Haas? Esteban’s seat in Alpine? Audi would be the best option, that’s for sure…"

"As long as Felix is team principal and Lizzie delivers good results? And after what Sainz senior said about her? After Audi stopped their Rallye team out of nowhere and he had to look for a new team? I don’t think Audi will replace Lizzie with Carlos." Andrea reassured me and I nodded slowly.

"I hope you’re right…"

I took a deep breath and climbed out of the car. The track was bumpy and the way my car bounced over the tarmac made my back burn with raging pain. I hugged Charles. Congratulated him for his pole and then made my way back to our garage after the weighing, where JK already waited for me.

"Here." he handed me my water bottle in exchange for my helmet and I almost emptied it in one go.

"Thanks." I mumbled and followed him inside where I dropped my balaclava and when I bent down to pick it up I hissed in pain, making him turn around.

"Okay Liz, that’s it. Doctor. Now." JK looked at me pointedly and I sighed "This is going on for weeks now, no months actually. I see how you struggle sometimes. You’re in pain. Bad pain."

"It’s no-… okay, okay!" I rolled my eyes a little.

"How bad?"

"I don’t know…"

"Liz… how bad is the pain. Be honest."

"6? Maybe?" I looked down.

"I know you, when you say 6 others would say 10…" he groaned, scrolling through his phone, dialling a number "Hi, can I talk to Dr. Odell? John Knight, he knows me. Thank you…" I cocked an eyebrow and he shrugged "I know him from back home, he a-… Jack! How are you mate?"

I sat down and leaned back in the chair, closing my eyes. JK was right. The pain in my back got worse. I thought it was because I maybe wasn’t training hard enough. But no matter how much I worked out, how many exercises I did, there was still this dull pain in my lower back, sometimes worse, sometimes less. But it was there. At all times.

"Go change, I’ll talk to Pete and Felix…" JK’s voice brought me back out of my head and I blinked confused "I’ll take you to the hospital. A friend of mine will check you through and then we’ll see."

"JK tomorrow’s the race? We need to go over the strategy? Are you out of your mind?" I looked at him with big eyes.

"No. But you can’t drive like this tomorrow, so let’s check what it is and then we can come back and the team can present you the strategies and you’ll pick the one you like. Done." he walked away and then turned around "Go get changed. Chop, chop."

I groaned but ultimately did what he said, maybe he wasn’t wrong after all.

"Were there any complications after they removed the rod and screws?" Dr. Odell asked and I shook my head.

"No, the healing process was pretty quickly…"

"She had some typical swellings and bruises afterwards, but nothing out of the ordinary. We started with strengthening her spine and lower back muscles and increased the intensity slowly but steady." JK said and Dr. Odell nodded, applying pressure on my spine, making me hiss.

"Is the pain concentrated on the area where I apply pressure? Or is it a pain all around that just increases when I push in…" the doctor asked.

"Umm…" I began when JK looked at me pointedly.

"Be honest."

"It’s like a dull pain in my lower back, certain movements hurt more than others and please don’t apply any more pressure because that hurts like hell…" I sighed and he nodded.

"We make a X-ray and I also want a CT scan, then we’ll see what we’re dealing with." he got up and grabbed the phone.

"But you have an idea what it could be, right?" I looked at him.

"I have a theory. But I need to see the pictures before I can say anything…" he smiled and then left the room.

"It’s going to be okay, don’t worry!" JK tried to calm me down but I shook my head.

"What if I need a surgery? I would miss a good amount of races…" I frowned.

"Let’s just wait for what Jack will say, okay?" he patted my back and I sighed right when the door opened.

"Lizzie? Can you please put that on and then I’ll pick you up and get you to your X-ray and CT scan." a nurse walked inside, handing me a hospital gown.

"Sure." I got up and JK left the room.

I changed into the hospital gown and looked at myself in the mirror, goosebumps erupting all over my body. Too many bad memories were flooding my head when I saw how the gown clung to my body and I turned around, stepping out of the room, where the nurse stood and smiled at me.

"Ready? Alright, then let’s go…" she said and I followed her down the hall "We start with the X-Ray and then we’ll go downstairs for the CT scan. I would explain to you what’s happening but unfortunately I know that you’ve been through this all before."

"Yeah… good old memories…" I chuckled a little and she looked at me sympathetically then opened a door to her right where two other nurses and Dr. Odell were already waiting for me.

"Ready?" he asked and I nodded "Then let’s go."

"I can’t go every other week to the hospital to let them check my back!" I groaned while JK navigated the car through the traffic "I don’t have the time! Also, how am I keeping this from Charles? My family? The team?"

"You’re not keeping it from anyone? Are you serious?" he looked at me.

"How good of a doctor is your friend anyway? I want a second opinion! Taking a break? In the middle of the season?" I looked outside and JK sighed.

"Liz, he said he would suggest it, because your spine and dorsal vertebra’s that were injured from your accident are looking-…"

"I don’t care how they look. Or if they are sore, tense, whatever. As long as nothing is broken I’m good to go. Period." I crossed my arms in front of my chest and JK groaned.

"You’re so freaking stubborn! He said we should keep an eye on your back, so that’s what we’re going to do. Every two weeks you’ll get a CT scan, I want your back to be monitored. I think of new exercises to strengthen your lower back and spine." JK said and I looked at him "It’s that or I’m telling Charles and your family…"

"You wouldn’t dare!"

"Try me… I’m serious. You’ll tell Felix and Pete. They need to know it. And then we’ll monitor your back and then we’ll see how it progresses. Do I think you should tell Charles and your family? Absolutely. Is it my decision? No. Will I tell them if you’re not doing what I say? 100 %. So? Do we have a deal?" I never heard JK sound this serious and after a while I nodded.

"We have a deal…"

"Good. And now stop pouting."

I rolled my eyes again and looked outside right when I got a text from Charles.

"Great. Just great." I groaned and JK looked at me "Charles asked me if I’m okay. He heard that I’m at the hospital."

"Well… you might as well just be honest with him." he shrugged.

"Yeah sure and then from now on he’s constantly at my ass, asking me how I feel or if I’m in pain." I rolled my eyes.

"Liz, don’t take this the wrong way, but haven’t you learned anything from the whole mess with Diaz?" JK asked carefully and I swallowed hard "I’m sorry, but you were hiding everything from everyone and suffered through it all alone… and in the end it was even worse…"

"I know… it’s just-… god JK I have a feeling that Charles could really do it this season! He could win the title… he’s in such a good headspace, he’s so determined and motivated! I know that this year is his year… I don’t want him to constantly worry about me." I looked at my hands in my lap.

"I understand you, I really do. But if something happens and he finds out? Don’t you think he’ll be hurt? Mad?"

"Of course… but that’s something future me has to deal with then." I sighed.

"Very mature…" he laughed.

"Thank you." I replied, staring at my phone "Also, your friend said that it’s possible that something happens, not that it’s certain…"

"Yeah, that’s why he suggests a break and every 2 weeks a check up in the hospital."

"Yeah, yeah…" I rolled my eyes again.

"What will you tell him now?" he asked after a while.

"My knee hurt a lot and you wanted to check it through?" I suggested.

"Oh great now you’re pulling me into your lies?" JK rolled his eyes.

"Please?" I pleaded and he groaned.

"I’m not lying for you. You say what you say and I just nod."

"What if he asks you when you guys are alone? Because he will come to you and ask!"

"Then I’ll tell him that you’re fine and he doesn’t have to be worried…"

"Okay… thanks JK…"

"Yeah, yeah…"

"What happened? Ale asked me what’s going on with you and I had no idea and he told me that people spotted you at the hospital?" Charles stood in front of me, the second I walked through the door "Are you okay?" he cupped my cheek, looking me once over.

"I’m fine! It’s just my knee. JK didn’t like that it still hurts like hell and when I told him that pushing the throttle all the time was really painful he wanted a doc to have a look at it." I lied and felt bad instantly.

"And? What is it? Are you okay?" he guided me to the sofa, gently pushing me down.

"Yeah. It’s just heavily bruised. But nothing bad. The doc said I should ice it and keep it steady. Not move much and it’ll be gone soon." I smiled at him when he handed me something to drink.

"Can you drive tomorrow?" he asked and I nodded "Are you sure?" he sat down next to me, carefully lifting my leg into his lap, putting an ice pack on my knee.

"It’s literally just a bruised knee! I’m fine. But thanks for the ice pack." I kissed his cheek and he nodded slowly "Did you eat? No? Can we order something? I’m hungry."

"Sure… after you told me what’s really going on." he looked me dead in the eye and I swallowed audibly "That’s the wrong knee…" he looked down at my left leg in his lap and it dawned on me.

"Charles…" I began but he shook his head.

"Why are you doing this? Lizzie we said we’re honest after all the shit that went down with Diaz last year? And still you’re lying to me…" he sounded more frustrated than angry, more hurt than mad.

"It’s just-…" I stopped.

"It’s just what? What is going on? Is it your back? I’ve seen you struggling with it for months now?"

I closed my eyes for a moment, then took a deep breath and told him everything Dr. Odell had said earlier.

"So he suggests you take a break from racing?" Charles asked and I nodded.

"Yeah… he said I shouldn’t race until the second half of the season… and then also only if the soreness and pain is gone." I said quietly and he took my hand in his, stopping my fiddling.

"What would happen if you continue? Without taking a break?"

"He’s not sure, but one of the things that could happen is that the high force will damage my spine permanently…" I almost whispered and he stroked the back of my hand.

"What would that mean?"

"I don’t know…"

"Lizzie…" Charles looked at me pointedly.

"I might lose the ability to walk…" I sighed and his grip on my hands strengthened.

"But that’s just one possibility? Doesn’t mean it has to happen, no?" a tinge of hope in his voice.

"Yeah. It’s all hypothetical. I also want a second opinion. I’m going to ask Dr. Friese to have a look." I smiled a little and he nodded.

"First things first when we’re back home you’re calling him." Charles said and I squeezed his hand.

"First things first. Promise."

"Can you please stop looking at me?" I sighed and Charles looked away in an instant "I’m fine."

"Are you really? You struggled a little today?" he countered and I rolled my eyes.

"Yes. I’m fine."

"Cara mia, please, talk to me… what Dr. Friese said is exactly the same-…" he began and I huffed "Lizzie…"

"They said that these things might happen! Not that they definitely happen! I know my body. I’m fine. My work out routine is just a little more intense now, so yes. I struggled a little today."

"Okay. But maybe consider taking a break?"

"No! Charles, in one month we’re racing at Hockenheim! It’s my home race! I will not miss that out! Who knows when the next German GP will be?" I said, pulling my knees close to my chest.

"I understand that, I really do, but Lizzie this is about your health…" Charles sat down next to me, cupping my cheeks "I just don’t want you to be in pain constantly, okay?"

"I’m not! I can do it. I would really appreciate it if everyone would just let me do my thing." I groaned and he took a deep breath.

"You promise me that the moment you feel it’s getting worse, you’ll tell me and we go to see the doc?" he said slowly and I nodded "Okay… then I won’t talk about it anymore."

"Just like that?" I asked.

"I trust you." he stated simply and I smiled a little.

"Thank you. Really."

"As long as you’re honest with me…"

"I will be. I promise!" I kissed his cheek, feeling like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders.

I didn’t try to show it, not to Charles, JK, anyone, but I was scared. To think that continuing with racing could have major consequences was more than scary. Sure, it was just a possibility, but still, the pain I’ve felt for weeks, the throbbing in my lower back after a longer session in the car, how stiff my legs were after getting out of it. Things I didn’t talk about out of fear what they could mean.

"Are you okay?" Charles asked, studying my face "You spaced out a little…"

"Hmm? Oh yeah-… yeah, sure. I was just… umm thank you for trusting me, it means a lot, really." I said quietly, taking a big breath and smiled at him.

"You know that I always trust you, cara mia… it wasn’t always easy, but we’re getting there." he cupped my cheek, gently stroking it.

"I know, I know, but I like you said, I promise you that I’ll be honest about everything. For now, it’ll be okay, I’ll see what I’m able to do, I’ll focus on strengthening my back and then we’ll take it from there." I took his hand in mine and kissed the back of it, when Charles pulled me into him, breathing into my neck.

"The last two weeks made me age for at least 5 years." he sighed against my skin and I felt his warm breath tickling my neck.

"Oh come on!" I chuckled, combing through his hair.

"I’m serious! First that messed up Canada weekend, now you. God I need a good result tomorrow…"

"You’ll win. I have a good feeling."

"Winning in Barcelona would be nice." he said slowly and I grinned.

"In front of Sainz’ home crowd…" I winked and he nodded.

"You’re evil." he laughed, pulling me close "But I love you for that."

"Just for that?"

"No, you’re cute too…"

"Oh thanks… how very nice of you."

He got up and shrugged his shoulders a little, when his phone rang.

"That’s Silvia…" he rolled his eyes and put the phone done "She can leave a message."

"She’ll be mad." I chuckled.

"So what. She’s forcing me to all this stupid videos with Carlos. And I can’t keep on faking a smile when inside I just want to punch him."

"Ignore him. That’s what I’m doing. He won’t get my seat, the interest from Audi died down, Felix talked to the board, they are setting up a new contract for me, Valtteri will leave at the end of the season and Nico will come, Audi is happy because they have 2 German drivers. So yeah, I don’t care about him anymore."

"I know, but after everything that happened… this season can’t be over soon enough and he’s finally gone." Charles said and took of his shirt "But let’s stop talking about him or Silvia or whatever… care to join me under the shower?"

"As if I would say no to that."

"Bill McKnight, CBS. Charles, after winning in Japan, Monaco, Barcelona and last weekend in Spielberg, your closer then ever to Max, with a good result this weekend, you could take the lead in the driver standings. How do you feel, knowing that?" the reporter in the first row asked.

"Umm- yeah I mean honestly, the season started not so great for me, but we worked hard and delivered weekend after weekend, sure, some weren’t that great as well, but over all our season is really progressing in the right direction and we will work hard to get the next win this weekend." Charles answered and I smiled at him.

"Becca Reynolds, ESPN USA. Lizzie, some really observant fans noticed that you started to follow some accounts of wedding dress designers and liked some dresses. Is there anything you and Charles want to tell us?" she asked and I immediately blushed.

"Wh- what? I don’t- we don’t… no. No. There is nothing that needs to be told." I stuttered, taken aback. I wasn’t expecting a question like this and began to laugh nervously "One of my best friends is getting married and of course I help her, picking out the perfect dress." I added and I saw out of the corner of my eyes how Max was trying his best not to laugh out loud.

"If you’ll get married, I hope the whole grid will be invited?" he joked and Charles laughed.

"I see you all of you way too much already! You’re so not coming to our wedding!" he replied.

"Hey! Not fair!" Max said and I chuckled a little.

"There is no wedding or anything planned! So stop whining." I said with finality and he held up his hands.

"Okay, okay!"

"Alright, some more questions? No. Then thank you all and good luck this weekend!" Tom Clarkson ended the press conference and we left.

"So? Are there are really no wedding plans being made?" Max wiggled his eyebrows and I punched his arm "Ouch… I’m not asking again."

"Good."

"But honestly? You should do a Daniel and just get it over with in Vegas." he laughed, and I glared at him.

"What about you and Kelly? You're together even longer than Lizzie and I.." Charles threw in and Max paled visibly.

"Okay, no more wedding talks ever again." he said hastily.

"Yeah, that's what I thougt." Charles laughed and Max just shook his head, waving us off when he stepped into the Red Bull hospitality "You looked damn shocked when that reporter asked you that question.. almost terrified."

"Oh come on. I didn't look terrified! I just wasn't expecting a question like that." I defended myself but he laughed

"I'm just kidding!" he replied and pulled me to his side.

"But honestly? I would be terrified... marrying you? Like hell no." I joked and he pinched my side.

"Careful, cara mia, or there might be a ring on your finger sooner than you think."

"We'll see about that. And now I gotta go." I kissed his cheek and walked towards Julie, who waited for me.

"I think I never saw you blushing this hard." she chuckled, and I groaned

"What was that for a question!" I replied.

"I don't know, but you handled it well."

"Yeah... like a pro." I laughed and we walked inside, Arlo jumping right at me "Hey my little furball. Did you behave?"

"He behaved well as always." Julie smiled, scratching his ears.

"You're a good boy." I picked him up and plopped down on one of the sofas, right when the rest of the media team arrived and sat down as well

"So, we have some things to talk about. First things first. Your upcoming contract renewal. I know, I know, you didn't sign anything yet, but we will announce it at Hockenheim. It's your home race. It's our home race. We're having a special livery and race suit, we're also thinking to put your last name on the back and then instead of your driver number the year until when you're having a contract with us then. 2026 or 2027, I don't know all the details yet. Netflix will be with us the whole weekend, the original DTS crew as well as Elijah, his crew has priority, it's the last race they'll film. In Hockenheim you'll also have some junior drivers with you the whole Friday, to see how a race weekend in F1 works, they are all girls, it's a cooperation with the Fl Academy, Susie will be here as well. That was ist for Hockenheim. We have one team event in Spa where you have to attend, it's a sponsor dinner. But that's all. Elijah and his crew will edit the final episode and it's all shown to you then. You have the final word. He also wants to shoot one final interview with you and record some commentary and then it's done." she looked up from her tablet "Questions?"

"Don't think so." I shook my head.

"Alright, then that's it. Let the race weekend begin."

Charles POV:

"You did a good job, Charles, you-..." Bryan radioed.

"I did a shit job. That mistake cost me the win." I was frustrated.

"But you recovered well. From P13 to P2 in less than 10 laps."

"Doesn't matter. The team did a good job. The pit stop was amazing. I'm sorry for the whole team that I messed up."

"You didn't mess up. You did good out there, even if you don't think so."

"Thanks, Bryan." I sighed, parking the car next to Max, climbing out.

"Unfortunate mate, but what a comeback, well done man!" Max clapped my back.

"Thanks Max and congrats..." I said, opening my visor.

I was gutted and wasn't in the mood to celebrate with my team, but seeing them all chanting and clapping I swallowed my misery and went to them.

"Daghe Charles!"

"Good job!"

"You did good!"

"Thanks guys." was all I could say and when I walked back to get weighed

"Hey." Lizzie bumped into me, a soft smile on her lips "You made a mistake, but you recovered damn well. Please keep that in mind, okay?"

"I don't know..." I began but she looked at me pointedly

"Okay! But the mistake was stupid and shouldn't happen to me, we can all agree on that?"

"You were taking a risk, nothing wrong with that, sometimes it pays off, sometimes it doesn't."

"Yeah…" I sighed.

"Go to your interview and don’t be too hard on yourself. I’m watching your podium."

"You have to go to the media pen, cara mia." I reminded her.

"Yeah I can do that later." she kissed my cheek and pushed me towards David Coulthard.

I took a deep breath and thanked the girl who handed me the microphone and turned towards the former driver.

"Charles, congrats on P2. You’re not happy with the result, I can tell."

"Yeah, I’m never happy with a P2. Especially not when I had the pace to win."

"It was a tight battle between you and Max there, some good racing."

"It was really tight. We had a lot of pace and where at the straights quicker then the Red Bulls. Until my mistake I was in a good position to win." I said honestly.

"You recovered well from P13 back to P2."

"It was the least I could do. The team did such a good job, our strategy was on point, the pit stop was amazing. I had to fight to at least make it back on the podium for the team."

"And that you did. Well done Charles. Congrats again." Coulthard smiled at me and I nodded, giving back the microphone.

I followed George into the cool down room and sat down next to Max, wiping my face.

"Tough luck, mate." George said when the replay of my failed overtake was shown.

"I hit the kerb a little too hard… I’m just glad there was no gravel, one turn later and the race would’ve been over." I sighed.

"True. But what a comeback." he nudged my shoulder and sat down next to Max.

"The least I could do."

I watched on the screen how I overtook Lizzie and had to smile, she didn’t make it easy for me. She fought hard. But eventually I made it past her. The screen switched to the crowd under the podium and I spotted Lizzie next to Joris, right when we were called out on the podium. I heard Lizzie cheer all the way up to the platform and had to chuckle. I was so enamoured by her that I missed the champagne spraying and got soaked by Max and George.

"Hey lover boy!" Max laughed.

"Grab your champagne mate!" George continued spraying us and I grabbed my bottle and sprayed them as well.

"Look at him, he can’t see through his heart eyes…"

"The only thing he see’s is Lizzie."

"Very funny guys." I rolled my eyes playfully when we all toasted our bottles together, taking a swig from our bottles.

After the picture I looked down, Lizzie gone and Joris nodded to the left where I saw her walking off with Julie, I grabbed my trophy and walked downstairs with Max and George.

"See you later guys." I waved them off and then walked back to the garage.

I thanked my team when Bryan walked up to me clapping my back, I handed him the trophy and he looked it once over before he sat it down on the table next to him.

"Don’t be too hard on yourself, Charles. I told you to keep pushing, you pushed… it’s 50 % on me and 50 % on you." he joked and I cracked a little smile.

"You said keep pushing and not push over the limit."

"Semantics." he shrugged and I laughed "The recovery was brilliant, let’s focus on that."

"Yeah. We have to focus on Germany now. It’s been a while since we all raced there the last time." I said and he nodded.

"Just ask Lizzie for advice. I’d say she’s one of the most experienced on the grid when it comes to Hockenheim." Bryan said and I took a big swig of water.

"Yeah. She’ll be one of our main threats that’s for sure. And since Audi will bring some updates as well?"

"Be extra nice to your girlfriend then, not that she’ll kick your ass out there."

"Did you see how she fought me off today? Yeah? That’s the Lizzie I know and love, she won’t back down no matter what. Especially at home."

"Maybe she’ll win her home race just like you won yours." Bryan shrugged and I nodded.

"She will win. I know it."

Chapter 45 - it’s basically just a filler chapter, a shorter one, but I had to make a cut because next chapter we‘re racing in HOCKENHEIM - Lizzie‘s home race and let me tell you, A LOT IS GOING GO HAPPEN… 👀

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mellowyellow236 · 2 months ago

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I have made a fic I made for @sunnysidesevenup’s Everend’s Cove: Moonlight Song event. There's some out of character stuff for Arlo, he definitely starts getting a bit further away from his normal self in the ending (I couldn’t figure out how to end it, so he took a figurative bullet for the rest of us) The groovy of the card I’m working on is at the bottom. I don’t know how I finished all of this first. (Quick side note! I only ever write romance, so it reads like that in some parts, but it’s meant to be interpreted as platonic. You are free to read and interpret it however you want, but know the waters were accidentally muddied.)

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Yuri huffed, sitting behind Arlo, two drinks in hand. She offered him one as a painfully high-pitched note was hit by the “singer” on stage.

“No.” He pushed the glass back as she shrugged and drank one, leaving the other on the rock beside where he rested in the water. She rolled her shoulders back with a small pop afterward, sticking her tongue out at the person not even looking at her.

“I didn’t spike yours. Or mine, this time. I’m not stupid.”

“That doesn’t make me trust you more.” She hit him lightly on the shoulder. He turned and glared at her. “You look like you did do something. Don’t make me clean up your mess.” She crossed her legs as he uncrossed his arms.

“Lilia’s mess.” A pause. “Well, he told me he wanted an excuse to do something stupid on stage. Before you ask, I don’t know what.” There was another lull in the conversation before a mutual wince. “Why would you want to come here? It’s a high- No, middle school talent show in disguise.” She casually degraded. He shrugged.

“I didn’t. My sibling signed me up.” Makes sense. “And there are some good singers. Somewhere, probably. Stop annoying me and go look for them.” She gave him a raised eyebrow before he dropped his glare and turned back around. “And you didn’t ask Lilia what he wanted to do?”

“You’re a good singer, first of all. Secondly, not my circus, not my monkeys.”

“You spiked his drink.” He huffed and narrowed his eyes into slits. “I’m not going to be cleaning up the mess.”

“With his permission.” She pointed out and poked the back of his head. He pushed her hand away before she grabbed his wrist. “And he’s a fae. Nothing I could sneak from the Night Raven to here could do anything to him. He just wants an excuse to be chaotic.” Arlo tugged his hand back. She rested hers on the shore behind him where she sat.

The conversation fell into a mildly awkward silence once more. Yuri took a deep breath, chilly air tickling her nose and throat. It was a few moments before she spoke up again.

“So… Your siblings. What’re they like?”

“Bad.” She stifled a giggle, before pausing at his serious face. She frowned.

“Like… Bad as in ‘I’m still petty about that thing we did when we were five’? Or bad like… Bad. No good. Horrible family.”

“Second option.” She nodded and grabbed his arm again, tugging him out of the water. Her face was serious, though there was a hint of fun in her eyes. He glared again as she pulled him. “What are you doing?”

“You have terrible siblings and parents who are absent from this event. I’m doing you a favor!” She joked, hosting him up. Gleaming, dark scales glowed a shimmering purple in the full moonlight.

“How is dragging me out of the water when I have a tail a favor.” It was a fairly easy grab him once she got his hands to let go of the large rocks he had been resting next to.

“Upsy-daisy!”

“Put me down!” He whisper-screamed, trying not to draw attention to them but still getting his point across. He narrowed his eyes as she snickered and started to skip around the stone jetty, away from where the competition was taking place.

“No-oh!” She taunted, giggling as she spun with him over her shoulder, as though he was a sack of potatoes. He kicked her with his tail, shining scales hitting soft silk and sparkly golden thread. “You are a sad child who never got the pleasure of being taken out of a school concert early to get ice cream!”

“Why would I want that?”

“Because running away from bad singing with the person who’s heard you rehearsing in the shower is more entertaining!” She cackled, bouncing him up slightly. “Besides, your turn to sing isn’t until nearly the end, and I’ve already gone! I’ve got enough time to pull you away for an adventure!” He hit her shoulder, making her drop half of the sash she wore over her arms. She snickered again, grabbing him by the stomach and tossing him up.

As Yuri spun around, Arlo let out a frustrated yelp, attempting to push away from her grip. The salty air ran around them, giggles echoing across the surface of the water. Arlo couldn’t help but roll his eyes. With a dramatic flourish, she softly threw him into a bush. Granted, a bush with no thorns and fairly soft leaves so he wasn’t badly hurt or cut, but a bush nonetheless.

“The hell?! This isn’t any fun!” He hit her with his tail, making her grab him before they both fell into the waiting ocean. The ocean was surprisingly chilly, a stark contrast to the warm, humid air they had just been in.

As they surfaced, droplets glistened on their skin like stars in the night sky, and Yuri couldn't help but laugh at the tangled mess of seaweed clinging to Arlo's tail. It was a bright sound, a real laugh, not contained by the need for silence in a crowd or reputation in the school. The fireflies danced around them, flickering a pale yellow light into the blinding white from the full moon high above them in the star-filled sky. She grabbed his shoulders when he tried to swim away and into the sea.

They dove deeper into the water, bubbles floating around them, coming off in ways from laughter and the white noise normal speech had turned into underwater. Arlo attempted to shake her off, but she only clutched him more tightly in response. The ocean was alive with hues of blue and green, illuminated by the soft glow of bioluminescence coating his tail.

They came up once more, if only so Arlo could legably scream “Get off of me!” And attempt to shove her away. She willingly released him from her arms at the point, out of breath and cackling like a madman. Despite being let go, Arlo continued to stay in the area, swimming to the side of her. “Your makeup’s ruined. Did you really not use waterproof eyeliner?” She poked his head softly, pink-tinted purple nails hitting deeper purple scales.

“I didn’t think I’d get dragged into the sea.”

“I didn’t drag you anywhere, you grabbed me!” He hissed. His tail flapped against the water, ripples reflecting the bright moonlight that shone in from high above.

“Oh please. I haven’t done anything wrong, you’re just my baby brother.” She bumped into him and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“I’m not your anything-”

“Who I would very much appreciate if he would carry me because I am but a weak maiden in need of assistance!” She loudly cut him off, tightening her grip. It was a losing battle to attempt to leave Yuri without possibly ending up with her dead in the water once the potion wore off, so Arlo just glared and shook his head wildly when she tried to pet him. “A weak maiden who could freeze! How cold must you be to try and leave me alone here! In the open ocean!” She gasped, the arm that hadn’t snaked its elbow around his neck going to rest its wrist over her forehead.

“I’m still not your brother.”

“Shut up. My baby brother’s not in this realm, your siblings are apparently the worst, this makes perfect sense. Like Married at First Sight but in a family way.” She shooed him with her hand despite making no move to get off.

“Do I want to know?” He huffed as she pushed her cheek against his, faces side by side.

“Do you like reality television?” She poked his other cheek before he was able to respond. “Well, doesn’t matter! You won’t once I’m done with you!” She gave him a slight nuzzle. “And I hope you’ll remember the name of every single divorced couple on there because I will not let you forget.”

“I’m not going to watch it with you.” She only laughed and dunked his head underwater once more. He took her down with him, turning the pair upside down under the blanket of the dark sea. The cool embrace of the ocean enveloped them and everything felt weightless. The moonlight danced above the water, creating a beautiful source of light for that brief moment before they came back up. At that second, the world was surreal and magical. Arlo glanced over at her as they broke the surface again, water cascading off his scales and her skin.

Her laughter mixed with the sounds of the ocean until he joined in a mild chuckle. She pinched his cheeks, pulling him closer to her. “See? This is so much better than being back at the concert.” He only let her go, and with a pink back, spoke.

“Fine. If you’re so insistent on games, I’ll race you back to the shore.” He spoke she let him go for once so they could swim back to the shore separately. He ended up doing three rounds around her and the shoreline before ‘barely’ getting back onto the sand before her. Water dripped off them and left wet trails in the sand, sticking to Yuri’s clothes and under Arlo’s nails when he clutched them into the pale grains. Arlo lay back in the cool sand and gazed up at the stars, a comfortable silence settling over them for just a moment.

Arlo then opened his eyes and sat up straight. Yuri turned her pale blue gaze in his direction.

“And right after I got comfortable, too…”

“I still need to perform for the competition.” She sat up slowly.

“…Need to be carried…?”

“I can swim around the jetty.” She lifted him up and into her arms a second time. While he didn’t try to hit her this time he made his displeasure known through a glare.

“Nope.” She threw him up for a moment. His nails dug into her shoulders as he hissed at her. The moon shone as she made her way through the path set through circular rocks on the ground. Moss and ferns toughed her feet, as she had long since sent her silk shoes due to the wet conditions of the ground. “This is my job now.”

“You owe me nothing.”

“You owe me rights after making me come here.” She jostled him around a bit. A nearby firefly, spooked by the movement, flew away. Arlo caught it, caging it into his hands for a moment. When he opened them, it fluttered out once more.

“I never made you come here.”

“Okay, maybe you didn’t, but it was your idea.” He smacked her arm with his tail. She dipped him, to which he attempted to make her stumble by shifting repeatedly, which soon succeeded as she slipped on some plants growing on the almost covered stepping stones and every crack in between them. While they didn’t fall, they certainly managed to knock into a tree once more, sending waves of beautiful beads light swarming away and swimming through the crisp night air.

They flew through the sky, lighting their path as they continued to walk back to the competition. Arlo paused to stare at them, the creatures foreign to the sea, and yet their glow so similar to his own. Yuri shook her head like a dog, drops flying off of milky white hair. “If you like those, I’ll take you to visit my home someday. They are all over the place every summer.”

He hummed, “No.”

“I’ll drag you there anyway.” She set him down on the shore. They were back in their original spot near the back. He swam out, observing the stage. It seems his turn hadn’t yet passed, but was quickly approaching. “Go out there and knock ‘em dead, Cholarlo.”

“Well aware. Don’t call me that.” He narrowed his eyes. She laughed and waved her hand as he swam away, his front still facing her.

“Arlie?” He splashed her. “Lolo?” A second time. “Ari?” She doesn’t get hit in the face with seawater this time, instead choosing to chuckle. “What does your boyfriend call you? Your darling Neige LeBlache-?”

“Not my boyfriend. I’m not listening to you.”

“Baby? Love?” He put his hands over his ears and glared at her. “My dearest heart and soul, Arlo, my little par-” He pushed his way under the water, so he could no longer hear her. He bobbed back up after a moment.

“How do you know that I like him?”

“How are you not dating him yet? Careful, I will swoop in and wingman you so hard he falls for me!” She laughed as he hissed, carrying the conversation on with the glass from the drink they had long since left spilled in the water. ”Oh my, Neige, you’re so beautiful, but I bet your sweater would look nicer on the floor of the little cutie Arlo’s room, who’s totally available and just loves you so, so much it’s disgusting to look at because he thinks you’re the most jaw-dropping, stunning, handsome man in the seven seas~!” He swam away and towards the stage, mild disgruntlement showing on his face through a furrowed brow and the usual scowl, leaving Yuri cackling to herself on the surface, a smile etched into her features as the cool ocean breeze blew past her.

I don’t know how I half-switched writing styles midway through this. I doubt it’s that noticeable since I went back in and added more details in the first half, but like… It was weird before that. Moral of the story; Don’t write five hours after you usually go to bed. I had to edit this seven times to make it legible, you don’t even want to know. Not to mention the end was, like, 600 words earlier not including added details. This was the “good enough” draft after I gave up making Arlo’s characterization 100% perfect.

“Cholarlo” is just the word Choleric (“bad-tempered or irritable” according to the dictionary, anything overly annoying and rude according to me) plus Arlo’s name.

Writing Arlo and Yuri together was fun. They make each other worse by egging the other on with insults. This was half inspired by me reading about Arlo’s personality and thinking that if Arlo ever met Yuri, she'd get really attached really quickly. Her actual little brothers aren’t there to mess with, so she’ll just steal a new one. [More dynamic rambling starts after the drawings because I yap too much]

*For anyone who’s really into historical Chinese fashion and accuracy looking at the outfit designs: I know that a pibo wasn’t historically worn with cheongsams. The sash isn’t meant to be a pibo, it’s just a sash that ties the outfit together well since without it it’s just an overload of blue and the arms look too bare. For those that aren’t, Yuri is wearing a cheongsam with a western skirt underneath and a sash over/around her arms.

Yuri and Arlo are interesting to me because if they ever met, I think they’d get along either really well or really badly.

Yuri’s a liar by nature. Her main, and arguably only “important” skill once she comes to NRC, is reading people and adjusting her personality accordingly to be able to get what she wants out of them. It’s better seen in my Royalty AU, but in the opposite direction of her normal personality, where she purposefully gets a rise out of those around her. Meanwhile, Arlo can’t lie to save his life, and I imagine that he’d likely not like being around people who do considering how much he seems to dislike visiting his siblings during this event, although that could be for other reasons.

But even if Arlo doesn’t, Yuri can tell if someone else is lying, and seeing that he’s not… She gets comfortable. He’s honest so she doesn’t need to worry about hurting his feelings by doing the same, and she can bite back without ruining her reputation because he hates everyone. It’s freeing for her to be able to be around anyone who’s constantly telling the truth, and even more if they’re a jerk about it.

And since he’s caused her to let her guard down, she starts to love bomb, for lack of a better term. Very much the argument of “Well now that you’re here I can’t let you go because if you leave I know for a fact that my real personality is bad and I don’t want to be a bad person so you have to stay” She tries to get him to love her like a sibling so that way she can get away with being moody or annoying, because she’s just his big sister! It’s okay because it’s all in good fun at the end of the day! It’s a desperation to make him care about her back so that way she can prove to herself that she’s doing something right. It’s also something not exclusive to Arlo, as in my canon, Idia and Ace end up getting some of that treatment too.

I don’t entirely know how Arlo would feel about it, but that’s definitely how Yuri would act with him if they ever met. I assume he’d either like her or hate her, no in between.

#Moonlight Song Competition #twisted wonderland #twst disney #yuusona #twst wonderland #twst fan event #twst fanart #twst fanfic #twst yuu oc #the best part of writing is putting the document into Tumblr after I'm done and watching Grammarly attempt to figure out what tone I'm usin

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ramshackle-ramblings · 21 days ago

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Happy Birthday, Arlo!

Arlo is very special, and gets separate birthday presents from Mouse and Alise.

Arlo is still @sunnysidesevenup's.

“Ah, speak of the devil.” Vil’s voice called out, motioning towards Arlo who had just stepped inside the lobby with a slight scowl.

He had noticed Vil was talking to someone before he entered, but he assumed it was unrelated to him - on his birthday. Whoever Vil was talking to was hidden from him, so it was probably Epel. He walked over, tugging at his sleeves and raising an eyebrow.

“What is it?” Arlo snapped, glancing up at the Housewarden.

Vil scoffed, shaking his head and stepping to the side. “Be nice, Arlo. Don’t scare off your guest.”

Arlo looked down from Vil to look at his “guest”, a tad surprised.

There stood the very well-known Magic-less student, gently holding a couple wrapped boxes and smiling up at him nervously. Glancing around the lobby, he tried to see if that grey weasel was around. Only to look back at the Ramshackle Prefect when the coast was clear.

Now that he thought about it, the two of them had never officially met. And he’s pretty sure the only time he’s ever gotten a good look at them, before now, was the time he peaked into the room they were staying in, and they were hooked up to a bunch of IVs… Something about getting poisoned?

He took a step back when they offered the boxes to him, his eyes narrowing. He couldn’t really say anything with Vil looming over him though.

“For you,” They started, looking off to the side. “Vil mentioned today was your birthday a couple days ago, and I’ve seen you around the gardens. So I hope these are okay…”

“Uh…” Arlo looked between them and the gifts, before carefully taking them. “Thanks?”

Vil smiled, before placing a hand on the prefect’s shoulder and leading them towards the kitchen.

“Now that that’s over with, how about I brew you some tea? You look a bit pale, Mouse.”

Arlo watched them walk off, before scowling. “Who name’s their kid Mouse?”

He sighed, looking down at the gifts. Walking to one of the couches to open them.

His expression softened, placing the gift of floral teas to the side and carefully looking over the glass globe that held a variety of preserved flowers.

#twst #twst oc #twisted wonderland #twst fanfic #fanfic #twst wonderland

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pickledpascal · 2 months ago

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Hold Me Like Water

Chapter Three: Unearthed Without A Name

Warnings: queer themes, a little whump

Word Count: 1.9k

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September 2014,

Maya's appearance in Days of Future Past, released months ago now, created a lot of buzz for her career. Some good. Some bad. Of course, the fanboys thought her role in the film, especially as an original character not in the comics at all, was unneeded. She tried not to focus on that.

She was getting offers to be in mainstream film—some of which she took, some of which she did not. Arlo was pretty good at sifting through the bullshit Native stereotype roles—small, dainty, soft-looking enough to cater to the male audience. Not that she would fit into those stereotypes anyway but it seemed the scripts were sent to any well-known Indigenous name.

In the midst of everything, Hugh kept by her side. He called her whenever he could just to make sure she was alright. She would tell him it was even if it wasn't. But he always seemed to know when she lied. It felt like he was staring into her soul. A pomegranate cracked open with her seeds on display, messy with juice but he didn't mind.

Since she knew it'd be easier for her job, Maya rented an apartment with her sister in New York. It proved to be a good idea. New York was a hotspot for other actors and directors, she could keep in touch with them a little better than if she stayed in Canada. She hated that she had to pay more for data when calling across the borders.

As she lived there for a few months, she got to see Hugh in person a lot more. Though, she never saw him with his family. Maybe that was on purpose.

It was confirmed one day when she was invited to his apartment for the first time.

She was glad to leave her apartment. Sakari had been blasting an album by some new artist called Hozier. It was a bit annoying but she had to admit the music was good.

As she entered, she looked around the large penthouse. It had large floor-to-ceiling windows. Maya couldn't help but compare it to the small two-bedroom apartment she now shared with Sakari. There was a lot of white with silver accents and a bit of clutter here and there.

“They can just be a lot for new people. I wanted to talk to you one-on-one for something, anyway.” Hugh told her, giving her a light smile. “I told my wife to take the kids to the zoo,” He chuckled, “I had a feeling it'd give us enough time.”

Maya tilted her head at the mention of what the visit was for. They had quite a few conversations over the phone. She wondered how face-to-face would make it better. Perhaps it would make it more real depending on what the topic was.

“Would you like anything to drink?” Hugh offered, trying to make her as comfortable as possible. He was fidgety.

It made Maya even more confused. Every time she'd seen him, no matter where they were or what they were doing, he was relaxed. She was almost concerned.

She shook her head. “I'm alright. Thank you.” Her eyebrows furrowed as they sat on the couch. He got himself a glass of water and sat it on the coffee table in front of them.

“You're, um, a transgender woman…” Hugh started, still not meeting her eyes.

Maya was intrigued at this point. “Yes?”

“I, uh, I guess I was just wondering how that happened?” He visibly cringed as the words came out of his mouth. He knew that wasn't the best way to do that. “What made you know?” He clarified.

Maya smiled softly, amused. The topic wasn't one she talked about much because nearly everyone she knew personally did not care and simply accepted her. Now, it was known by far more people than she could possibly comprehend. But it wasn't something she felt she needed to explain, especially regarding people who she did not care about, even less so for people who did not care about her.

“I can't really give you a straight answer,” Maya told him, an eyebrow raised. She continued, knowing he might need something more than that to grasp onto that. “It's just kinda something you know. A feeling. I told my family when I was very young and, seeing as we're Native, it was very easy for them to grasp and accept me. I know for some it's different, of course. I know I was very lucky.”

Hugh nodded along as he listened to her. He was silent, looking down at his lap. He was clearly processing the information. Or working up the courage to ask something else.

“I just… I want to know how to be that for my kids. If they ever do feel like that, I'm just—I don't know what to do.” Hugh confessed, his shoulders slumping.

Maya could tell he had been thinking about it for a long time, his reaction to the possibility one of his kids could be queer. He seemed so afraid that it would be the wrong one. Her eyes softened.

She lifted a hand to squeeze his shoulder. “You're an amazing person, Hugh. If one of your kids came out, I have no doubt you would be supportive. And that's all they need.” She assured him softly. “You love your kids. I can tell. Would them coming out change that?”

“Of course not.” He responded without hesitation.

Maya smiled at his response. She wasn't with him around his family so she couldn't observe it in action but she could tell his love for them was unconditional. It flowed through him in every vein. And it made her heart feel full just seeing it in him.

“Then you need to tell your kids, not outright, that it's okay if they are. Be their safe space. Be patient.” She knew it was better said than done. It could be hard to come out even if a parent was vocally in support of the queer community.

Hugh nodded. Another answer he wasn't quite looking for but one that he knew would help him. He looked up at Maya's eyes, glancing between the two different colors.

“When you said… it was easy for your family to grasp because you're Native, what does that mean?” He asked, eyebrows furrowed.

Maya adjusted her position on the couch and let out a soft laugh. “Lots of Indigenous cultures do not abide by the European two-gender idea.” She flexed her fingers, a few bones cracking in the process. She had never explained this to anyone before, seeing as a lot of people she surrounded herself with knew these things already. Arlo was included since they were good friends. “I'm not sure about the Aboriginals, but a lot of Indigenous American peoples have a third gender. They were thought of as divine. A gift of the Heavens since they were born with part of a male and a female soul. Most became shamans and other higher ranks in the tribe.”

Hugh's eyes were wide with wonder, actively nodding along. It was something she was not used to, especially coming from someone like Hugh. Her heart beat loudly in her chest. It was nice to be paid attention to.

“That is… beautiful.” He smiled softly, a myriad of thoughts filled his head.

He could almost imagine her as something like she described. She had told him that her father was the head of the tribal council for the town they lived in. So, to some respect, she was born royalty.

“Does that mean I'm friends with a goddess?” He asked teasingly, nudging her arm with his hand. He was half tempted to squeeze her bicep.

Maya chuckled bashfully, shaking her head. “I'm nowhere near as powerful as my character.”

“I wouldn't say that,” Hugh argued gently. “You're just powerful in different ways. She can control the water inside people's blood and you…” He paused, staring at her for a few seconds. “You can command a room of people by simply being in it.”

He recalled a particularly emotional scene while filming Days of Future Past. The whole room went silent, even him. The camera wasn't focused on him so he took the opportunity to simply watch her work. To see the light tremble of her lips and the gentle furrow of her eyebrows. He felt his heart clench at the sight. He wanted to console her, felt the need to as if she was genuinely emotional and he was the only other person in the room watching her come undone because of the weight of her sadness.

Maya let out a soft huff of laughter which confused Hugh. “I mean it, Maya.” He said firmly.

“I know. And I appreciate the sentiment.”

“It's not just a sentiment. It's the truth. An empirical fact.” Hugh kept pressing softly, as if gently beating it into her. A soft, stinging, constant pain that was careful of which parts to surgically slice into so it didn't leave much blood.

Maya sighed, looking down at her lap. She knew she was a good actor but she was never one to brag about it even if she had every right to. She felt like all this newfound fame could disappear at any moment so she didn't want to get too attached to it.

Hugh took one of her hands and squeezed it lightly. “You deserve all of this.”

It was funny. How she believed it when it came from him out of all people. Not her mother nor her father and certainly not her sister. Though their support was nice and she appreciated it, it was expected. They had been cheering her on since her first home video. Arlo was the same. They'd been friends since they were kids.

Hugh's support was different. They hadn't been friends for long, but they stuck like glue and he was content with being her crutch for a while as she got used to Hollywood and the trials and tribulations of it all. He even read lines with her for a few scripts Maya had been given.

It was different when the person telling her she was talented was also talented. And had more time being in the spotlight than her.

“Yeah,” She breathed softly, a light, lop-sided smile appearing on her lips. “I guess I do.”

Hugh let out a slightly exasperated sigh. She was still uncertain but he supposed it was the best he was going to get out of her. He pulled her into a hug and pressed his chin on her shoulder. She immediately wrapped her arms around him in return.

When he pulled away, he kept his arms around her and smiled. “I have a feeling your career is just starting.” And that this was only the start of their friendship, though he didn't voice that thought out loud.

“Whatever you say, Hugh Jackman who has a Star on the Walk of Fame.” Maya teased in return.

Although their names might appear underneath each other on the credits or besides each other on a poster, she couldn't fathom being on the same level of fame as him. Being bombarded nearly everywhere she went by fans or paparazzi? Absolutely not for her. Especially if she had kids? Oh, they would be punched. In her head, at least.

Hugh laughed softly and shook his head. “Who knows? Maya Imik sounds like the perfect name to be put on a Star. It could happen.”

#oc #transgender #logan howlett #hugh jackman wolverine #logan wolverine #logan howlett xmen #native american oc #deadpool and wolverine #inuit oc #bisexuality #hugh jackman fiction #hugh jackman fanfic #hugh jackman #hugh jackman x oc #hugh jackman x reader #queerness #queer #queer stuff

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the-hinky-panda · 4 months ago

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Forged Series: Part II

Title: Forged

Rating: Explicit (Trigger Warning: Interrupted sexual assault)

Pairing: Bill Bevilaqua x OFC!Reader

Summary: You're a forger working out of an auction house that's owned by Kansas City mafia boss Bill Bevilaqua. You're practical, detail orientated, and love at first sight doesn't make any logical sense. That is until it happens to you.

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Bill hates parties. He hates going to them. He hates having them. His ex-wife told him he was a casebook introvert based on those quizzes in one of her many magazines she left lying around the house. She’d thrown a Martha Stewart Living one at him when he called her five question quiz bullshit but maybe there was something to it. Being around large crowds made his skin crawl. Having a large crowd of people in his home made him want to crawl out of his skin. But he had wanted to throw this shindig because it looked good for a boss to be hospitable, approachable, and willing to network with the underbosses.

But his real reason was so he could see you again.

Of course everyone thought he dropped about forty million on the Vermeer painting, a sign that business is more than just good in the middle of the US, but really it was just a way to launder a whole bunch of dirty money in one fell swoop. He got forty million clean and had a next to impossible forgery of a stunning painting. It’s not the first piece of forged artwork he’s hung in his home but it’s the first that actually spoke to him. The overall feeling of conquering but looking out into the distance for the next acquisition, it resonated with something inside him. And knowing that this was the one you chose for him, it only solidified what he had felt that moment you walked into the auctioneer’s office.

You’re the same.

He sees it in the painting itself, the expression in the man’s eyes, that longing for more, whatever that more was. That feeling wasn’t in the original piece. You added that. He wonders what it is you want more of in your life. And if he could provide it. He had to know, had to see you again to get a read on you, your mind, your heart, your desires. Arlo had talked nothing but shit about you since that day almost three months ago but Arlo was a small-minded man easily threatened by women so it only elevated you in Bill’s already high perception of you.

He’s in his bedroom, having to take a ten minute breather from the schmoozing and inane small talk. He’s seen you in passing this evening but always from across the room. You’ve traded your blouse with bright red cherries on it for an A-line dress with flowing sleeves. It’s a rich green with beautifully painted flowers on the fabric. You’re stunning in it, no doubt about that, but when he leans his head back on the chair in his room, letting the whiskey sit in his mouth before swallowing it down, it’s the cherry blouse that he recalls to his mind and lingers over like the whiskey.

His ten minute reprieve is over and he has to face his guests once more but he’s going to find you first. You’re going to get him at his recharged finest so he can drink in all the details about and around you. Memories that can be added to his meager supply. He finishes his whiskey and leaves the glass on the dresser before straightening his jacket and heading back out of the safety of his room. He’s passing down the hallway where the guest rooms are located when he sees a door in front of him close.

“For fuck’s sake.”

He resigned himself to people traipsing through his home for the evening, leaving champagne flutes, wine glasses, and tumblers on various pieces of furniture, but he would have thought people would have enough sense to not use guest rooms as places to hook up. He can’t believe he has to even do this but when he reaches the closed door, he grabs the doorknob and turns it, only to find it locked.

“Ocupado.”

Fucking Arlo. “Yeah, well Mr. Ocupado, you better open this fucking door before I break it down.”

“Shit.”

“You can say that again,” Bill mutters. But when Arlo opens the door, trying to hastily buckle his belt, he sees Arlo’s companion is still on the bed. “The fuck is this shit, Arlo? You got no fucking manners…”

He fades off in his reprimand because he takes notice of the person on the bed, in the green dress with flowers on it. Your hair is mussed, mascara showing where tears have fallen down your cheeks. Your eyes are fluttering, an effort of trying to fight through whatever drugs you’ve been given. And suddenly, all Bill can see is red.

“Look, man,” Arlo is saying, “I’m sorry. You want to have a go first, your house, your rules, right?”

Bill doesn’t even realize he’s made a fist until he hears the crunch of Arlo’s nose and sees the spray of blood splash across the mirror on the dresser. He focuses and feels the impact of the second punch, watches as Arlo’s head bounces off the wall and right back into Bill’s fist for a third time. The man slides down the wall, holding his broken nose as blood is running through his fingers.

“The fuck, Bill?!”

“The fuck? You have the fucking audacity to fucking say that to me?” He raises his knee and drives into Arlo’s nose again. “In my fucking home?”

He’s going to kill him. It’s going to happen but he can’t afford to have a murder scene in his home, no matter how justified. So when two of his men come running down the hallway, he steps back, takes a few deep breaths before grabbing the throw blanket at the end of the bed and laying it over you. He forces himself to look at the condition of your dress and finds there’s no tears or even wrinkles from being pushed up.

Breathe. He needs to breathe.

“Get him to the barn,” Bill orders. “Take him out the back, through the kitchen.”

Arlo, as moronic as he may be, is a long standing capo in the organization and two lower level security guys are hesitant to put their hands on him. That is until Bill turns toward them, split knuckles and Arlo’s blood splashed across his cheek.

“Did I fuckin’ stutter?”

They step around him and grab Arlo by the arms, hefting him to his feet. Arlo is still whimpering and holding his nose but otherwise is silent as he’s led from the room. He glances over his shoulder and sees Carl standing at the door.

“Again?”

Bill gives him a confused look. “What do you mean ‘again?’”

Carl sighs. “This isn’t the first time Arlo’s done this shit. I caught him at a club one night. He swore up and down it wouldn’t happen again.”

“And you didn’t think to tell me?”

“I thought it was settled.”

“Yeah, well,” Bill reaches down and tries to lift you as carefully as he can. “It wasn’t fucking settled, now was it?”

Carl follows him down the hallway back to Bill’s bedroom. “That’s the forger, you know. The one who did the painting. The one that made Arlo look like a fool.”

“I know precisely who she is.” Bill lays you down on his bed, wishing for a hundred different scenarios other than this one. He leaves the throw tucked around you, your head resting on one of the decorative pillows. “Arlo doesn’t need any help looking like a fool. He is one. A fucking dead one.”

“Think before you act. Arlo’s been around for a while, he’s made. He has his uses.”

Bill heads into the bathroom and washes his hands, wipes the blood from his face. “His only use to me now is as fucking fertilizer.”

“What’s the matter with you?” Carl motions to the bed. “You got something going on with her or something? If you did, no one knew that. Arlo wouldn’t have even thought of touching her if he knew.”

“No? What about the other women he tried this messed up shit with, huh? What about them? It’s sick, Carl. And we can’t have that kind of sickness running around in our organization.”

“Bill, wait-”

“No, Carl. It’s over. It’s done.” Bill picks up his glass and fills it to the brim with his private stash of top shelf whiskey. “Now, make yourself useful and get these motherfuckers out of my house. Party’s over.”

#bill bevilaqua x reader #bill bevilaqua x you #bill bevilaqua x ofc #bill bevilaqua fic #bill bevilaqua

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fadingdaggerr · 2 years ago

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heaven’s gate

pairing: larissa weems x gn!reader (r is only ever referred to as queer, no other specifics)

summary: locking eyes with a woman at a bar and finding purpose in her kiss

warnings (in order): alcohol consumption, making out, smut (thigh riding, fingering, eating out, heavy praise), r is a simp the whole time, so much side character use bc i like making up lil stories about the little people in my head, pretty dialogue heavy in some parts

note: sorry i’ve been gone, i’ve had severe writers block and my birthday was this past weekend so i was out and about. never written smut before so this is different from my usual comfort zone, let me know what y’all think <3 i also tried to keep r neutral as possible to accommodate all presentations and identities :)

the wind whipped against your face as you steadily continued along the sidewalk, numbing your cheeks. the honking of cars and chatter around becoming white noise as you were dead set on your destination, only need at this point to get out of the wind tunnels. an arm looked through yours suddenly, breaking your pace slightly.

“babe, you have got to slow down. these boots are not meant for walking, they’re for attracting,” parker says as he clings to you for warmth, even with his long emerald green jacket on.

you laugh a little, “i’m not freezing my ass off because you chose heeled shoes when you knew damn well we’re in the old district. that means cobblestone streets. i thought you had a college degree?” he shoves you with a laugh, there’s no point in arguing with the truth. he complains the rest of the way, and you just ignore him until he finally stops when the club comes into view.

the vibration of the music could be felt in the floors, on the chairs, at the bar. everything hummed together, music and voices. you took it all in until a rum and coke slid right next to your hand. you nod at the bartender in thanks, turning to take in the club, smiling at the group taking a photo in from of the lavender’s orbit sign with giant smiles and little pride flags in hand. your eyes continue to scan as you bring your glass to your mouth, then double back when a set of eyes connects with yours.

resting against a tall stool, martini in hand, was the most enchanting being you’d ever seen. lips curved into a smirk at your staring, but it didn’t stop you. you allow your eyes to travel down, taking in her short, white dress and her long legs, watching as blue and purple lights sway and highlight her body. your eyes snap back go to hers, returning her smirk before continuing your look around.

you find parker by the pool tables, cheering on the group playing there, not so subtle in his hands caressing one of their arms. you shake your head with a laugh, he was on a mission, just as he had said before you’d left. parker sees you and waves your over excitedly.

“okay, okay so will you play pool with me? and like, help me get them to like me?” he says pointing at the person in bleach-dyed overalls, only a red binder underneath.

“one game,” you say holding up one finger, “i’m not playing matchmaker all night, there’s someone i think i need to talk to by the bar.”

he jumps a little, hugging you, “okay perfect, one game is all i need. then i can help you get some.”

you grab a cue stick, applying chalk as you speak, “i don’t need help. and i think you’ll be a little to preoccupied to help me anyways.”

the object of parker’s affection, max, and their friend arlo, let you break the set. a singular solid ball fell in, putting you into a head start. as the game continued, you told parker what to do so that you could both win and help him with max, which didn’t seem to be an issue. the eight ball was your last in, as you aimed, you could feel eyes on you, burning into your back. turning, you see the woman from earlier watching, new drink, same look in her eyes. you nod towards her then shoot, the eight ball drops into the cup.

parker grabs you, jumping as he holds you, mostly just shaking you like a rag doll. max and arlo shake your hand. deepening their voices to sound all gruff and puffing their chests as they both say “good game, good game,” before breaking and laughing at themselves.

the three step away to get more drinks, and you turn back to where the woman in white had been, but instead she was walking back from the bar, two drinks in hand. she approaches you, setting one drink in your hand. a rum and coke.

“larissa,” she says, “that was quite the game.”

you accept the drink with a smile, introducing yourself, “the game? i don’t recall your eyes being on the cues.”

“perhaps not, but how could they look at anything else?” her words send a shiver down your spine, “let’s go sit, darling.”

you begin moving to find a place to sit down and talk with her. her hand rests on your hip as you walk to keep close to you and not get separated. her touch was electrifying, even through your shirt. you let her sit first, then place yourself next to her, close enough that your legs touch and her perfume fills your nose.

“what do you do for work, larissa?” you ask, eyes looking into hers. you couldn’t see how blue they were before, cursing the dim lighting around you for not gifting you this privilege earlier.

“i’m an english teacher at nevermore, it’s a private academy up in jericho,” she says proudly.

you nod excitedly, “i’ve heard of it! my friend jaya went there in high school since she lived closer to there than byron’s home in rochester.”

her eyes widen, voice nervous, “you know about outcasts?”

you grab her hand, “i am an outcast, i went to byron’s. maybe you know her, jaya o’leary? gorgon, perfect eyebrows despite not getting them done ever in her life?”

larissa laughs, “yes! we had a couple classes together during third year, that’s quite the coincidence.”

“all roads lead back,” you say, mostly to yourself. larissa’s lips form into a soft smile, the hand that’s still in yours tightening.

“what do you do?” she asks.

“i’m a counselor. i run support groups and one-on-ones for anyone in need, we have varying specialists and everything,” you say before you take a sip of your drink.

larissa leans closer, “what do you specialize in?” there’s genuine interest in her voice, and it makes you feel warm and fuzzy.

“queer adolescence and trauma. there’s a lot of kids that need a place to just exist as they are, and home is a confinement cell,” you say looking down into your lap, then back to larissa. she smiles at you, thumb running across yours.

“that’s an admirable profession, you should be incredibly proud of yourself,” her words are so heartfelt that you feel your chest bloom.

“thank you. and for the record, teaching is equally important. it’s a multi-faceted role, you should be proud too,” your eyes are locked with hers, trying to convey that your words are true.

just as she’s about to reply, a scream of your name catches both your attentions. parker’s freckles face popping into view as you watch him bob and weave through the crowd quickly until he stands before you with a giant smile. he almost speaks, but his eyes move to larissa then back to you with a playful smile.

“first of all, nice. second, wow. third, i am going to disappear for a little bit, are you okay here? i can stay if you need me too,” his words are hopeful, but you know his promise of staying is just as true, he’d never leave you if you said no.

“i’m okay, go have your fun and text me. for the love of god, wear a condom. and for the love of your best friend, do not give me extreme details about this later or i will vomit in your shoes,” you say as you shoo him away. he grabs your face and presses a fat kisses to your cheek with an i love you, i love you, i love you, before running off to max.

you groan and wipe your cheek, where did the gloss come from? larissa giggles next to you at the interaction, hand over her mouth. “nice and wow? he’s sweet,” she laughs.

your head hangs low, “that would be parker, the bane of my existence and my assigned ward at this point.” this makes her laugh again, and you almost think you heard angels singing.

“would that be the reason you didn’t come up to me sooner?” larissa prods.

you laugh a bit, looking at her through your lashes, “unfortunately, yes. he needed me to help him win the game so that he could look good.”

her tongue goes across her teeth, “i think it worked better for you, at least in my opinion.”

it’s your turn to lean a little closer now, “well i almost lost because someone, not going to name names, was quite distracting during the final round.”

her hand leaves yours, much to your dismay, but quickly finds its way to your thigh, “oh, i’m sorry. how could i ever make it up to you, almost-loser?” her tone and fake pout nearly kill you on the spot, her touch was making the fire within you burn hotter and hotter.

your hand rises to her neck, caressing her jaw with your thumb. she was so beautiful it was making you dizzy, but you spoke regardless, “i think you’ve already made it up to me just being right here,” you feel her cheek warm under your hand, “maybe i should be thanking you, you might have been my good luck charm instead.”

her lips are only centimeters from yours as she says, “maybe you can repay me then somehow.”

—

her lips were soft, but her kiss was not. her teeth nipped at your bottom lips as she pulled away to breathe, only to pull you back in. one hand gripped her waist, the other against the brick wall behind her to hold you up. her own held you face, keeping you as close as possible. the breathy moans she let out through the kiss made your grip on her tighten, then slide down more, just over the curve of her ass. you pull her hips into you, making another noise leave her.

her lips detach detach from yours, angling her head down, she begins to nip at your neck. you could’ve sworn she was a drug, your own personal aphrodisiac. your hand slides down more, catching her thigh and bringing it to your hip, pressing your hips into hers to give some friction. a noise escapes her at this action, something that makes you need to kiss her again, truly kiss her.

you lean away, ducking your head to catch her lips once again, kissing her with less lust and more intimacy. you savor the way she shivers as your fingers draw little patterns on her thigh as you kiss her, pouring everything into it. she pulls away, panting lightly. your lips migrate to her neck, gentle kisses and nips as you both catch your breath.

through heavy breaths larissa says, “my hotel is only six blocks away.”

your head leaves her neck, pressing a quick kiss to her lips, “my apartment is four.”

your eyes stay locked together, both of you grinning like teenagers. you whip your phone out of your back pocket, opening parker’s contact.

to: park nasty going back to my place. do NOT come back unannounced i was serious about the shoe thing. be safe ily

you shove your phone back in your pocket, hand now extended to larissa. she immediately takes it, weaving her fingers with yours and wrapping the other arm around yours, holding you to her. you’re about to speak to her again when you phone chimes.

from: park nasty ily babe go get some!! and a little more!!!! lord knows i’m about to go back for thirds

larissa reads the message from beside you, laughing at the outlandish text. you groan at it before typing your own quickly

to: park nasty damn give the poor thing a little recovery time u absolute creature. i’m not gonna feel bad for u tomorrow when u complain

you chuckle and put your phone back in your pocket. you look at larissa before you both burst out laughing. she didn’t even know parker but she basically got the full extent of him within one text and watching the two of you interact while playing pool and when he came to you both.

“i see what you mean by the assigned ward thing now,” she says through a chuckle.

you guide her to your street, “he’s a menace, but he’s the best friend anyone could ask for. the descriptive details of his sex life are the price i pay for friendship.”

she just has to ask, “park nasty?”

you cackle, “he decided on day one of us meeting at byron’s that that would be his name in my phone. he thought it would stick, like everyone would call him that or something.”

she laughs with you, “and did they?”

“no!” you laugh loudly, “who’s gonna call a fourteen year old boy that?” she giggles at the story, “but i never changed it because i thought it was so stupid that it was hilarious.”

larissa clings to you and rests her head against yours as you unlock the gate in front of the door, then enter the code to get into the building. you have her step ahead of you, guiding her to your door with a gentle hand on her lower back. she’s back against you as you unlock your door and let yourselves in. you grab her purse and place it on the bench behind the door, then take her coat hanging it on the hooks, along with your own.

just as you look back at her, her lips crash into yours. you immediately kiss her back, hands flying to her hips and holding her tight. hers found their way to hold the back of your neck, blunt nails digging into your skin. you began walking her backwards to your room, staying against the door for a minute as you savor each others touch. you fumble for the knob, backing her in once the door is closed. you’re completely overtaken by her, her lips, her touch, the way she’s holding you like you’ll disappear.

larissa’s knees hit the bed, and she pulls you to her lap as she sits down. you push her back more, laying her on the bed. you lips migrate from hers to her neck, creating more marks to go with the ones from before. working your way down, you press kisses to the expanse of her chest, pale skin just begging to be painted in your affection.

larissa’s legs shift and you suddenly find yourself under her, her dress riding up and exposing more of her thighs. her lips go back to assaulting yours, her hands sliding underneath your shirt to trace the skin of your abdomen. only breaking away to gently ask, “is this okay?”

you smile at her, leaning up to kiss her cheek, “more than okay, i promise.”

her lips are back on yours, your hands are back on the creamy skin of her thighs. she was your new drug of choice, you couldn’t stop the venturing of your hands on her body as her lips and tongue pulled soft moans from you. you need more of her, as much as she’ll allow you.

you shift your hips, raising your right leg to press you thigh to her center, making her lips stutter as she moaned against your chest. her hips instinctually buck against your thigh again, and you hear her breath hitch.

“are you okay? we can stop,” you ask gently, gently stroking the skin of her thigh to assure her.

“don’t,” she rushes out, “i want this, i want you.”

there’s nothing to do except kiss her, kiss her so that it feel like a promise. your hands slide from her thighs to her hips, slowly guiding her against you. she moans into your mouth and your hands move her hips faster, her pleasure was all you could think about.

her moans grew whinier as she desperately moved against you. her forehead pressed into yours as her release grew closer and closer.

“you’re so beautiful,” you mutter, pressing your lips to hers, sitting up so she was now on your lap. the new angle and your words forced a filthy moan from her lips, “and you sound so beautiful. god, how do i deserve this?”

larissa could only kiss you harder, stealing the breath from your lungs. her hips wild against your thigh, the feeling of your hands gripping her hips, it was all too much. your lips found their way to her chest again, you nudge fabric out of the way to kiss along her breasts, gentle love bites that were soothed by your tongue.

larissa’s hips began to falter, moans becoming louder and longer. you flex your thigh more, kissing her as you move her hips faster. her hands grip at you shoulders, eyes screwed tight with pleasure. she was so close.

“open your eyes, baby. i wanna see you, can i see your beautiful eyes?” you ask as you kiss her neck and jaw, biting the skin every now and then, “please?”

larissa’s eyes flutter open, lust-drunk eyes looking into yours. you quickly reward her by pushing her further down on your thigh, making a sweet moan come from her as she looks into your eyes.

“fuck, you’re so beautiful,” a kiss to her chest, “you’re doing so well,” a kiss to her neck, “you can let go whenever you’re ready,” a kiss to her jaw, “i can’t wait to see you fall apart just for me,” a final kiss to her lips.

your words seem to be the undoing of larissa weems. she moans loudly against your lips, hips quickening then stuttering. blue eyes find yours as a long and beautiful song escapes her, thighs shaking. you’re in awe, entirely captivated by her. you can already tell that you’re not going to be able to let her go, your mind had been screaming to keep her close since you saw her. this sight was the only thing that mattered now, pleasing larissa was your life mission.

her forehead drops to yours, eyes shut, breath heavy. you stay there for a moment, unmoving, allowing her to come down peacefully. your raise your arm slowly, gently brushing hair from her face before cupping her cheek. her cheek presses into your palm, and you just have to kiss her. it’s soft and sweet, just a reminder that she’s cared for. she pulls back, eyes opening slowly. all you can do is smile at her, and she returns it gently. your lips find her cheek, pressing a few kisses to her skin.

“where the hell have you been?” she says with a breathy laugh.

you smile harder at her words, “i’ve been right here. guess you’ll have to come to the city more often.”

“or you’ll just have to come to jericho,” she says playfully.

you kiss her softly before speaking, “i have a good reason to it seems. a very beautiful reason at that.”

she pushes you back, leaning over you to press her lips against yours. the dance is slow, meaningful. her tongue grazes your lips for entry, and she’s given it without second thoughts. she kisses with full passion, telling you everything with every movement. she sucks on your bottom lip, making you groan and pull her face closer. all you want, need is her. you whine as she pulls back, and she gives you a quick kiss to appease you.

her fingers begin to lift your shirt up slowly, eyes searching for permission. you grab one of her hands, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. you grab her other hand and guide them both under your shirt, letting her know you’re okay. she strips you of your shirt, and kissing down your chest and belly. her hands find your belt buckle, undoing it quickly while you lift your hips help her remove it. she climbs back up, kissing a trail from waist to your lips. your hands fall to her back, finding the zipper of her dress as she lazily kissed you.

she sits up and her dress falls down, revealing a lack of bra, leaving her in ruined panties. you sit up and your lips immediately find her chest, wrapping around one nipple as your hands traced her body. your tongue swirls around her, leaving her skin with with a gentle kiss before moving to the other.

“god, you feel so good,” she lets out breathily, whimpering at your touch. after a bit she forces your head away from her chest, pushing you back down to remove your pants and her dress, evening the amount of clothing you both wore.

the view of her above you was breathtaking, you couldn’t take your eyes off of her. her hair was messy, lipstick smudged around her face, bruises and bites across her neck and chest. she was a goddess in your presence.

“what are you staring at me for?” she whispers, insecurity well hidden.

“you’re… you’re just so god damn gorgeous larissa,” you pull her down and roll so that you’re on top of her, “i can hardly believe you’re here, that you’re even real,” you kiss her softly. your lips trail down her neck, to her chest, down to her stomach, “and i get to see you like this.”

she pulls you up to her again, kissing you soundly, “it’s hard to believe you’re real yourself. never has anyone spoke to me like this, even made me feel like this.”

you frown at her words, mad at her past lovers for not appreciating her enough. “can i show you how beautiful you are?” you ask gently, nuzzling your nose against her cheek before continuing, “can i taste you?”

she groans at your words, turning her face to kiss you hard, “please.”

you kiss her again, trailing back down her body. reaching her center, you place a light kiss to her thigh, biting the plush surface then soothing it with your tongue. your fingers lightly trace up her legs to hook in her panties and pull them down. you bite your tongue, nearly moan at the sight.

you kiss along her thighs some more, slowly moving closer to where she needed you. you look up at her, “do you want me to continue?”

her hand reaches down for one of yours, and you are quick to follow, tangling your fingers together. she squeezes your hand, “yes.”

you kiss her mound gently, then move to her clit. wrapping your tongue around her, her hand grips yours. your tongue swirls her clit some more before going to taste her fully. your tongue gathers her wetness, you moan into her at the taste. the vibration alone makes larissa choke out a strangled moan. you continue to lap at her, slow, long strokes against her, savoring every second.

a long lick up back to her clit, sucking it gently, working larissa up. your hand that was wrapped around her thigh came to her entrance, slowly pressing your middle finger into her. she moans softly at the touch, squeezing your hand as you pumped your finger slowly.

“more,” she whines, “please.”

you follow command, adding your ring finger when you push back into her again while your tongue plays with her clit. a deep moan leaves her, only egging you on. quickening the pace of both your tongue and your fingers, you feel her legs wrap around you.

you pull back from he clit, pressing a kiss to it when she whimpers. “do you want more, baby?” your only response is a nod and a moan of your name.

your mouth is back on her, only to pull away again to watch her take a third finger. when your forefinger enters her as well, her moans echo off the walls. she pulls the hand she’s holding, wanting for your lips. you keep your fingers in her, letting her adjust as you climb up to kiss her. her arms wrap around your shoulders while her hips chase your fingers, moaning into your mouth. your thumb finds her clit, toying it in circles at the same pace as your fingers fuck into her faster.

you shove your face into her neck, sucking the skin and licking it and she grinds harder against you. she grows frantic in her movements as she gets closer, her walls hugging your fingers.

you move back down, replacing your thumb with your mouth. her moans become more whispers, her breathing shallow. “you can cum, baby. let me taste you,” you whisper.

your tongue and fingers move together at a fast pace, willing larissa to cum. the tight curl your fingers inside her makes her cry your name out as she climaxes. you remove one finger at a time as you slowly fuck her through her orgasm, bringing your fingers to your mouth to clean them. her eyes bore into you as she watches, you watch her in return. you keep your eyes on her as you clean her folds with her tongue, greedily taking every last drop of her.

“you taste like heaven,” you say as you kiss up her body, finding purchase in her neck. you press a kiss to her skin before asking, “you alright?”

she grazes her finger up and down your spine, “more than alright.”

you pull away from her, shuffling off the bed to stand up. she watches as you grab a t-shirt from the top of your dresser and throw it on, admiring you from the bed. “i’ll be right back,” you press a kiss to her cheek before turning to leave the room.

true to your word, you return within a minute, two bottles of water and a wet washcloth in hand. you prop the bottles on the nightstand closest to larissa and move between her legs to clean her up. she winces slightly, still sensitive, but you make it up to her with kisses on her thighs and hips. you drop the washcloth in the hamper, grabbing a shirt for her from your dresser. you lay down next to her, just watching her as she puts your shirt on and lays down facing you.

“you’re welcome to stay, if you’d like. if not, i can walk you back to your hotel,” you say quietly.

“do you want me to go?” she asks at the same volume.

you shake your head against the pillow, “not at all. i’ll even buy you breakfast in the morning, anywhere you want.”

larissa looks at the clock, 3:36 looks back at her, “i think it’s going to be lunch by the time we wake up.”

“ever heard of a diner, gorgeous? they have breakfast all day. you can get…” you look in her eyes, pupils dilating for a moment, “crepes with berries and honey, and a hot chocolate with cinnamon on top whenever you please.”

she stares at you with wide eyes and mouth agape, “how the hell did you know that?”

you laugh, realizing you’d only told her you were an outcast and not what kind, “i’m a telepath, baby.”

she blinks a couple times, “you’ve been reading my mind the whole time?”

you grab her hand, playing with her fingers, “no, i choose when i want to listen in, took a while to figure it out though. i just wanted to know your favorite breakfast, so i just looked for that.”

she pulls you into her, laying on her back to have your weight on top of her, “you are utterly delightful.”

you prop your chin on her chest, “may i ask what kind of outcast you are?”

she takes a deep breath, this was always a dreaded question, but she found herself trusting you with her secrets. she exhales slowly, “i’m a shapeshifter.”

“that’s so cool, i know a couple shifters. parker’s a shifter, but he can only shift to this big ass dog. but not like a werewolf, it’s voluntary,” you say as you glide your fingers up her arm.

“explains the amount of energy he has,” she responds with a huffed laugh.

you giggle at her comment, “i would’ve guessed you were a siren, just from looking at you.”

she smiles, “why’s that?”

“because you’re fucking outrageously gorgeous, larissa. bewitching, truly,” you say like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

you stretch across her to turn the light off before nuzzling into her. you fall asleep to her steady breathing and calm heartbeat, larissa’s arms wrapped securely around you.

—

you wake up in the morning with your face shoved in your pillow, a weight across your back. you crack an eye open, looking down to see a pale hand next to yours. memories of the night before flood your mind, lips growing into a smile. grabbing her hand, you bring it to your lips, gently kissing her fingers. lifting her arm just a tad, you turn and bury yourself in her chest, wrapping your arm around her as well. her arms wrap tighter around you, a yawn passing her lips. you kiss the skin against her neck closest to your lips, mumbling a morning, baby.

she hums in return, snuggling into you as she wakes up. you run your hands along her side, gently coaxing her into the waking world as you press soft kisses to her skin. finally moves by rolling over, trapping you below her, stealing a kiss from your lips. “good morning, lovely,” she whispers.

your peace is interrupted by your phone ringing from the nightstand. she reaches for your phone and and hands it to you, you kiss her hand in thanks. park nasty is calling appears on your screen, you mumble curses as you go to answer.

“what?” you ask.

“good morning sweetheart, it’s lovely to hear from you too,” parker says sarcastically into the phone.

“whatever, i’m putting you on speaker. behave yourself, larissa’s here,” you demand.

“oooo, is that the sexy blonde from last night?”

“yes, now behave yourself,” you repeat before pressing the speaker icon.

“hello miss larissa!” larissa says ‘hello’ back through a little laugh, “anyways, you aren’t going to fucking believe my night. please tell me you’re free for lunch, i’ll be a normal amount of gross i promise,” parker speaks quickly and excitedly into the phone.

you look at larissa as you speak, “well, we were going to go get breakfast- don’t even fucking start,” you can already hear him an snickering on the other line, “maybe you and i can do dinner or something?”

parker suppresses his giggles, “oh, please let me come to breakfast! i need to properly meet this larissa, i wanna hear all about last night’s desser-”

“parker, i will call abuela so fucking help me,” you threaten, and he knows you would.

“okay, okay! but please, let me join!” he drags out the last word, “larissa! please, tell this meanie i can come to breakfast. i’ll be good, scout’s honor.”

larissa chuckles, “yes, you should most definitely join us.”

“larissa please, he wasn’t a boy scout. abuela thought it was american propaganda,” you plead.

“too late! text me where you cuties are going, love you both. bye!” parker hangs up immediately, not allowing room for discussion.

“i’m going to need to stop by my hotel before breakfast, i have nothing to wear.”

you nod in agreement, “i’d offer you something of mine, but it doesn’t really seem to be your style.”

getting up from the bed, you extend your hand to her, “shower before we leave?”

she takes your hand, following you to your bathroom. you grab the hem of the shirt she’s wearing, lifting it up to expose her love-stained chest. she returned the favor, removing your own, as well as your own underwear. she pulls you in for a short kiss, just loving the intimacy of the moment. you both shower quickly, not wanting to leave parker waiting too long, but savor in the closeness and quiet

once you dry off, you hand her her dress from last night, then walk to your closet to pull out a light blue sweatshirt and a sweater. you place the crew neck next to her while you tread to your dresser. pulling cargo jeans out, you slide them on, and your t-shirt is quickly replaced by the thick black sweater. larissa never takes her eyes off of you, shamelessly watching you change, admiring her handiwork across your neck and chest. you catch her staring, and she’s quick to grab the sweatshirt, throwing it on as a means to hide for just a moment.

—

the drive to her hotel was nice, you spent the short journey asking random questions, some pointless and minor, some more thoughtful. favorite colors, worst fears, best birthday present, embarrassing childhood moments, you loved learning about her. you wished you could slow time, freeze and rewind the last fifteen hours over and over again.

she pulls you to her hotel room with your hands interlocked. you gladly watch her go through her outfits with a soft smile on your face, seeing how she pieces together what to wear in her mind. you want to read her, but you won’t unless she allows you to, and even then you’ll likely never ask.

“which do you think?” she holds up a white satin blouse and a white cotton one, and all you can do is blink.

“i think you look best in nothing,” she throws the satin shirt at you, “jeez, woman! i say…” you lean over her bag, spotting a pair of straight-legged black pants, “these, and keep my sweatshirt on. you look good in my clothes,” you smile. she only kissed you in response, before disrobing to get changed for the day as you text parker.

“i can’t be bothered with makeup today,” she grumbles as she laces up a pair of white boots.

you walk around to kneel down to tie the other shoe for her. “you don’t need it anyways,” you squeeze her thighs as you stand back up. “all set, gorgeous?” she nods, grabbing your hand.

—

larissa ends up applying mascara and tinted lip balm in the car while you head to the diner. parking across the street in the pharmacy lot, you jump out to open the door for her, bowing and extending your arm in jest. she smacks your arm playfully before wrapping her own around it.

sitting at table, your let you fingers dance along larissa’s thigh, both talking about random things while you wait for parker. neither of you noticed when he walked in until he slid into the and smacked his hands on the table. “good morning darling, meanie,” he nods to larissa and you respectively.

“so thirds went well i presume?” you say with a laugh.

he nods excitedly, “fourths and dessert too.”

you shake your head as the waiter puts menus down and asks what drinks you’d all like. latte, coffee, hot chocolate with cinnamon, you already knew. you stare at the menu while parker explains the beginning of the whole thing with max.

you turn to the breakfast page, pointing to the crepes for larissa. she smiles excitedly, mumbling to ask you if they have honey, “of course they do,” you say to her with a little smile.

“and so they had me like over the count- you’re not even listening. neither of you, i can’t believe this,” parker goes to smack you with his spoon when you bat him with the menu.

the waiter comes back, and takes your orders, taking a little to much care on larissa’s order. she pays him no mind, leaning on you while she orders, looking at you when you do. he seems to take the hint and quickly walks away, parker’s laugh taking place in his stead.

“doesn’t the fool know a basket of fruits when he sees one?” parker asks making larissa laugh, her hand flying to her mouth. her laugh makes you smile, eyes resting on her face.

“can i ask now?” parker asks, looking at you.

“three questions,” you say with a sigh.

“each?” he says with a sly smile.

“three total,” you say sternly making larissa chuckle again.

“where, how many times each, and are you u-hauling yet?”

your head smacks against the table before coming back up, “i hate you. my place, two and one, and watch your mouth.”

larissa’s head whips to you, eyes bulging out of her head. parker seems to put the pieces together first, because there’s a beat, then a crack of his laughter. he’s nearly struggling to breathe, then cries out when you kick him under the table. he resorts to holding back laughs, wiping tears from his eyes.

“had that much fun, huh?” he looks at larissa, his face turning red from laughter, “oh my god, larissa doesn’t get it. oh my god, please let me stay while you explain this.” you’re want to drown in your coffee cup, you have to explain this with parker across from you while in a public setting.

you duck your lips to her ear and whisper, “i told you that you tasted like heaven, didn’t i? brought me there with just the taste of you.”

you pullback and look at her face, her cheeks go fully red, eyes fluttering. parker is silent screaming at her reaction, you hold your head in your hands. you’re definitely snitching to abuela about his nosiness.

the waiter brings the food, crepes with berries and honey for larissa, eggs with toast and pan fries for you, and waffles with an absurd amount chocolate chips on top for parker. larissa immediately passes hot sauce to you, remembering your comment about loving tabasco sauce. you thank her with a smile, then glare at your friend when he does a little aaaawe.

“are you going to see max again?” larissa asks parker as he shoves half a waffle into his mouth.

he takes a sip of his coffee, “oh for sure. they’re too good not to, super sweet too. they would’ve come along but they had plans at their babcia’s place for lunch.”

you smile at him, “that’s awesome buddy.” you pick up a piece of cantaloupe from your fruit salad and pass it to him to take, he loves it while you loathe it. it just works.

he takes the melon from your fork, speaking while he chews, “what about you two? gonna keep up?”

you and larissa look at each other. you hadn’t even thought about it much, nothing past post-orgasm conversation. you want to say yes, but you don’t want to put pressure on her. she takes your hand under the table and speaks first, “definitely.”

you look at her, “yeah, vermont sounds pretty cool. i could spend some time there,” you turn to parker, “she teaches at nevermore.”

he perks up immediately, “you’re one of us?”

larissa smiles, “yes, i’m a shapeshifter. but i try to keep that a little quiet.”

parker’s grin is huge, dimples showing off, “totally get it. i’m a shifter too, people get a little freaked out by dogs that are five feet tall on all fours.”

larissa’s eyes widen as she looks at you, “you didn’t say he was five feet tall in that form.”

you shrug, “i told you he was a big ass dog.”

parker chuckles, “she was probably picturing a great dane, you moron,” he looks at larissa, “think the grim the harry potter, but lighter fur and better groomed.”

you laugh at his comparison, “sirius black was in prison for twelve years. did you want him to be all fresh and clean?”

larissa just laughs and watches in amusement as the two of you argue over the mauraders, her head on your shoulder, your arm around hers.

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the rest of the time larissa is in the city, she’s with you. the next three days were spent touring around the city, going to shops and cafes, always ending in either your bed or her hotel’s, depending on which was closer. her departure time was steadily approaching, making you both a bit upset.

she lays her head on your chest, legs tangled with yours, sweat across both your bodies. you take the time to map her body with your fingers, needing to remember every inch of her. she was worth a six hour drive, hell she was worth a six century walk.

“what’s going on in your head?” she asks gently, “i can’t see into your mind, you know.”

you chuckle, kissing her forehead and hugging her close, “i’m just wondering how i can change my powers from telepathy to teleportation. would be so much easier.” she cuddles into you more, hugging you tight.

the next morning is slow, her alarm going off around six, even though she didn’t really need fo be up until seven. she just wanted more time with you. you spend part of your morning just holding each other, soft kisses holding promises. more kisses and hands between each others thighs in the shower, your name spelled on her clit with your tongue, her name falling from your lips as she brings you closer and closer.

you’re enjoying hot chocolate together in the lobby when her phone chimes, the nevermore car was only five minutes away. she looks at you with watery eyes, you bring your hands up to cup her face.

“it’s a six hour drive, whenever you want me there, i’ll be there. i know it’s harder for you to leave, i can organize and do meetings virtually time to time,” you kiss her cheek.

she shakes her head, “you’re job is too important, i can’t ask you to do that. that would just be selfish of me, they need you.”

“baby, i’m only working in person half the week with clients, the other half is all online. i’m a phone call away from any of them, you won’t be stealing me from anyone,” you assure her.

“you have to promise me you won’t sacrifice your job for me,” larissa demands.

you draw an x over your chest, “cross my heart. i’m not sacrificing my job, but i also don’t want to sacrifice you. i’m willing to make this work if you are.”

she kisses you hard, “i’m more than willing.”

you walk her to the car, putting her bags in for her. shooing away the driver, you open the door for her and guide her in. you lean your head into the car, “call me when you get home, okay?”

she holds the collar of your shirt to keep you close, “i’ll probably call you before i even get there.”

you smile and press a sweet kiss to her cheek, “please do, i’m gonna miss your voice.” you clear your throat, “i’ll see you soon, larissa.”

you start to back out of the car when she pulls your collar, pulling you into a long kiss, “better be soon.” she presses one last kiss to your lips before releasing your shirt, letting you back away and shut the door.

the car pulls off, and you watch until she’s gone from your sight. you make your way to your car, exhaling deeply before starting the engine and backing out of the lot.

you’re sitting on parker’s couch, legs draped across max’s lap while you both wait for parker to come back from the kitchen with snacks. community plays on the tv, one of the paintball wars playing quietly while the three of you were talking. your phone ringing breaks the silence, larissa <3 is calling.

“i gotta take this. i’ll be in parker’s room if you need me,” you say quickly to max and you scramble down the hallway.

you click the green answer button, “hey there, beautiful.”

you hear her laugh lightly, “i wanted to call you sooner, but there was horrible service. i’m almost to jericho now.”

“i’m glad you’re safe,” you say through a smile, giddy from her voice, “i’m at parker’s with max, i’m outnumbered here.”

larissa laughs again, making your heart swell, “i’m sorry, lovely. once you come to visit it’ll just be you and me, no being outnumbered or interrupted.”

“don’t threaten me with a good time,” you say, “fuck, is it embarrassing that i miss you already?”

“only if it’s embarrassing that i miss you quite a bit already as well,” she plays.

the bedroom door swings open, parker’s head popping in and pointing at the phone. the second you mouth larissa he grabs the phone and starts talking to her. you wrestle the phone out of his hand, shoving him out the door. “i’m telling abuela!” you yell down the hall, you can’t just hog your girlfriend is screamed back before bringing the phone back to your ear.

“sorry about that,” you say with a huff.

“it’s cute, the two of you fighting over me,” she jokes.

you laugh at her, “pray tell, who has won your affections?”

“park nasty,” larissa deadpans.

“oh my god, i’m hanging up,” you say as you don’t even move to do so.

“no, no, no, no, no. you win, of course you win,” she yells into the phone, “you win over everyone, i swear.”

“everyone? even sarah jessica parker?” you joke, referencing back to her confession of her childhood crush.

she laughs, “yes, even sarah jessica parker.”

banging in the door pulls you from the conversation, max and parker both beating on the door and calling fo you. gimme a second! is screamed at them.

“baby, i gotta go, homosexuals are beating down the door,” she laughs over the line, “let me know when you get to nevermore, okay?”

“i promise. and i’ll see you soon. goodbye, darling.

“bye, gorgeous. i’ll see you soon,” the line beeps as the call comes to an end.

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