#but no she had to go and hurt him with mira and how all he did was run away like. FEYZA YOU DONT MEAN THAT. I KNOW YOU DONT!

[usertoxicyaoi]

"You know nothing. Everything's over."

KIZIL GONCALAR (2024-2025). EPISODE THIRTY SIX.

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THE BEST OF TUCHANKA: BOMB

Featuring: Cmdr. Sophie Shepard, Maj. Kaidan Alenko, Lt. Cmdr Ashley Williams, and Lt. Tarquin Victus With: Flight Lt. Jeff "Joker" Moreau And a Special Guest Flashback Appearance by: Spectre Saren Arterius Organic life is nothing but a genetic mutation… an accident. Your lives are measured in years and decades- you wither and die. Your extinction is inevitable: you exist because we allow it- and you will end because we demand it. Mass Effect 3: Legendary Edition (2021)

[ladykailitha]

The Harrington Pattern Part 1

Hey, guys! Sorry I'm late uploading today, but I went to bed early last night and forgot to schedule this.

Oops!

But! Welcome to what I've been calling Steve is a History Nerd agenda. We see in season two on Steve's essay for colleges that he can link his grandfather's military service with his prowess on the basketball court.

It is also surprisingly well written. *shakes fist at the Duffers stop telling us he's stupid and then showing the opposite, please! Let him be smart, too!*

Summary: The Renaissance Fair is finally back in Hawkins after three year absence (Starcourt was built on the fair site and after the fire it was bulldozed back to it's original field). Everyone is excited, even Steve to everyone's amazement. But Steve is hiding other hidden depths as he offers to help the kids make their costumes for the Fair.

Lucas is struggling with being both a nerd and a jock and fears the judgment of his friends. Steve sets out to help him overcome those doubts to be himself.

Tagging the untaggable: @mira-jadeamethyst @rozzieroos @itsall-taken @redfreckledwolf @emly03

***

Nobody expects Steve to be excited for the Renaissance fair. Dustin, Will and Lucas spend hours plotting bribes, schemes and out and out manipulations to get Steve to agree to take them. Even Robin expected him to side with her about the dust and the filth. Eddie expected him to be dismissive of the fantasy aspect of it.

Boy were they all wrong.

For it was Steve to bring up to the group after a rather successful D&D session.

In his hand was a bright pink flier and a wide grin on his face.

“Guys! The Ren Fair is back this year,” he said in lieu of a greeting. “I’ll finally be able to show off that tunic I’ve been working on.”

All heads turned to Steve in shock.

There was a cacophony of questions.

“Since when did you know how to sew?”

“What do you mean back? I didn’t even know Hawkins had one to begin with!”

“You want to go to the Ren Fair?”

“Why would you want to spend all day in the heat and dirt?”

Steve looked around at all off his friends in shock.

“Guys, I love the Ren Fair,” he muttered. “Didn’t you guys know?”

All their jaws dropped.

And Eddie? Eddie felt an icicle to the heart at the sight of Steve’s hurt expression.

“You’ll pardon the peasants, my liege,” Eddie said, bowing grandly. “I’m afraid we have all be harboring under the delusion that Ren Fairs were beneath your notice.”

Steve blinked at him a moment. “But I love that stuff. It’s the history and sword fights and jousting. It’s the like medieval Olympics. It’s the romance and chivalry of knights fighting for a fair maiden’s hand. It’s getting to dress up in fancy clothes and rip into turkey legs like a savage. What’s not to like?”

Dustin frowned. “Who here knew Steve liked history?”

Robin and Nancy raised their hands. They looked around waiting for me people to join them. But they stayed down.

Steve ducked his head and scuffed the floor with the edge of his sneaker.

“The ex-girlfriend I’ll buy,” Dustin continued. “But Robin didn’t become friends with Steve until after he graduated so how did she know?”

Robin blinked at them owlishly. “You mean you guys don’t know?”

Everyone looked around each other and then shook their heads.

“Steve was in my AP history class my junior year,” she said as if this was know fact.

“You do know that AP stands for advance placement, right?” Mike asked.

Eddie smacked the back of his head. “She was in it, dude. Don’t be an ass.”

Steve looked up at him and smiled a little.

Good, Eddie thought. Nothing like a little Mike violence to cheer up Steve.

“He wrote an essay for early placement college exams,” Nancy said. “He didn’t get a chance to turn it in because of our second go round with the Upside Down, but it was really good. It needed a little neatening up with the actual writing, but the history was solid.”

Steve blushed. “Thanks.”

Dustin looked skeptical. “What’s your favorite part of history?”

Steve opened his mouth and then closed it again. “I liked hearing about my grandpa’s time in the US army during WWII, but that was more because he made it interesting. But I really like the Industrial Revolution. Or rather the first Industrial Revolution. There have been four. The first one was from 1760-1840 and featured heavily in the textile movement.”

The room was silent.

“Why textiles, Stevie?” Eddie asked as the silence grew awkward.

Steve lit up like a child at Christmas morning and he began talking about the British textile movement.

“What the hell?” Dustin huffed, breaking into Steve monologue.

Steve ducked his head again and blushed. “Just because I’m not interested in science and fantasy doesn’t mean I’m stupid.” He straightened up. “And yeah, sometimes I get things wrong. But everyone does at some point. In fact I get a hell of a lot more flack for my intelligence than Eddie does and he repeated his senior year twice!” He took a deep breath and then ran his fingers through his hair.

“No offense,” he said waving to Eddie.

Eddie looked up at him with earnest eyes. “None taken. I concur.”

They all looked around at each other in shock. Like they hadn’t realized that they had done that.

After a few moments, Steve put his hands on his hips and pointed at all of them.

“So do you guys want to go or what?”

Eddie sat back with a smile as everyone roared their approval.

*

“No corsets,” was Robin’s only firm and fast rule for Steve when it came to dressing her up for the Ren Fair.

Steve looked her up and down. “Why on earth would I want you in a corset? Have you looked in the mirror?”

“Uh...” Robin said. “Is that a trick question? Of course I have. I don’t what that has to do with saying no to corsets though...”

Steve rolled his eyes. “In order to give you the curve you need to match the proper silhouette you would need to be cinched to hell. And as this is supposed to be fun.”

He grabbed her hand and started hauling her toward his car.

“Where are we going?”

“Thrifting!” he said with glee.

It took three different stores and a stop at the mall to get everything he needed.

“Give me three days,” he told her when he dropped her off at her house. “And I think you’ll like what I come up with.”

Robin eyed him warily. “If you say so.”

Steve laughed.

He crashed the next D&D session, showing up early to pick them up.

“What is everyone wearing to the Ren Fair?” he asked with a note pad on his lap and wagged the pen in his fingers.

“You want us to dress up?” Mike asked, eyes wide.

“Why not?” he asked with a shrug. “I’ve made my costume and currently reworking some thirfted threads for Robin’s outfit.”

Eddie blinked. “You made your costume?”

Steve shrugged again. “Yeah. I like sewing.”

There was suddenly an uproar and he held up a hand. “I can’t make you a full outfit before the Fair, but I can make over already made clothes to make them more historical. And maybe for next year I’ll have the time to make something special for everyone.”

Dustin eyed him suspiciously. “Like what?”

“Like tailoring pants to a tighter fit,” Steve explained “adding a sash or belt, turning old coats into vests and cloaks, things like that.”

They still weren’t sure how that would work out.

“Now I talked to Joyce and Claudia,” he continued. “And they’re both willing to help out in making sure everyone has something nice to wear. That includes Max and El.”

“Are the fair maidens joining us?” Eddie asked.

Steve nodded. “Yeah. Joyce is doing El and Will, Claudia is doing Dustin and Mike, and I’m doing Lucas and Max. Eddie said he already had a costume, so I didn’t have to worry about him.”

Eddie grinned. “You better believe it, pretty boy.”

Steve ducked his head and blushed. “So we’re all going thrifting with a $5 limit for each of you. But I wanted to brainstorm some ideas of what you wanted to go as so we don’t waste time wandering around.”

Everyone started shouting at once and it took Steve a good ten minutes before he got everyone calmed down enough to get what they wanted. Dustin wanted to go as a hobbit, but Steve had to nix that one.

“You don’t want to go running around the grounds barefoot,” he explained with a wince. “It’s not safe.”

“I’m going to have to agree with Stevie on this one,” Eddie said. “You guys have never been but there is all sorts of stuff laying around. It’s not indoors and the pathways are dirt lined. Think the state fair. It’s more like that then going to comic book convention.”

Dustin grumbled but conceded the point. Steve got them to decide on... well not quite peasant gear, but more rough around the edges than what Steve would be wearing.

Well, all but Lucas. He didn’t want to wear what they were wearing but he refused to say what he did want to wear.

So Steve dropped him off at home last.

They pulled into his driveway and Steve turned to him. “Do you not want to dress up? Because I won’t make you.”

Lucas picked at the loose string on his sweater. “It’s not that. I just remember the last time we did a group costume and they all thought I should be Winston because I was black like he was.”

Steve frowned for a moment. “The Ghostbusters, right?”

Lucas nodded. “I knew if I brought it up they’d shoot me down again.”

“So what did you want to go as?” he asked.

Lucas huffed out a sigh. “It doesn’t matter. It’s a stupid pipe dream anyway. Especially since you have to make Max’s dress and Robin’s costume, too.”

He opened the door to get out, but Steve reached over and slammed it closed.

“One, Robin’s costume is almost done,” he said counting out on his fingers. “Two, do you really think your girlfriend is going to want to wear a dress? And three, let me be the judge on what’s too much for me, okay?”

Lucas huffed a laugh at his second point. “Yeah, that was dumb of me.”

“So what is it?”

Lucas looked down again and heaved out a sigh. “An elf.”

Steve’s mind was whirling with the possibilities. “What colors?”

“What?” Lucas asked, not sure he heard Steve right.

“What colors would you want it to be?”

He pulled out the notebook and scrambled for a pen. Lucas pulled a pencil out of his bag and handed it to him.

“Uh I was thinking of a light blue and with a silver trim?” he said hesitantly.

Steve sketched something out. “Like this?”

Lucas leaned over to look at the drawing. “A little shorter so I’m not tripping over it and maybe those puffy pants?”

Steve adjusted the drawing and Lucas nodded.

“Yeah, like that.”

“All right,” Steve said. “I know exactly what to do and how to do it. It won’t be perfect because I don’t have time to do it right so I’ll be doing a lot of cheating. But yeah, it’s doable.”

Lucas gave him a hug. “Thanks, man.”

*

Steve called the one person he knew he could help him.

“Eddie,” he said the second the other man picked up. “I need your nerd connections to do a huge favor for Lucas.”

“Wha’cha got, big boy?” Eddie asked with a grin.

“You wouldn’t happen to know any Trekkies would you?” Steve asked chewing on his bottom lip.

“That depends, Stevie,” Eddie replied, “what’s the need?”

“Pointed ears.”

Eddie hummed. “I’m assuming you’re thinking Trekkie because of Spock and that’s a good thought. But I’m guessing since we’re going to the Ren Fair our stalwart ranger is wanting to be an elf?”

“Yeah,” Steve said. “Do you know anyone who can help?”

“Better than that,” Eddie said. “I know where to get the ears in the right... shade?”

Steve perked up. “Oh? I’m guessing Jeff?”

“Right in one, darlin’,” Eddie said with a soft smile. “I’ll give him a call and then call you back.”

“Thanks, Eds,” Steve breathed. “You’re the best.”

“Thanks, doll.”

****

I am so excited for this, guys. You have no idea. I'm little history nerd myself and this really fun to play around with.

Just a heads up. We WILL be addressing Mike's casual racism from the Ghostbusters scene because I don't like that it's never been addressed.

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13

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[vulpixisananimal]

(. . . Ouch.)

(You're back in the field. That, that one hurt. It really, really hurt. You're not entierly sure what you did different that time, was it that you asked him why he looked like that? Either way, the result was one you wouldn't forget.)

(You were fighting the king. You must have gotten careless, or maybe distracted, but you took a blow meant or Mirabelle, it flung you into the wall and you felt something snap. You weren't able to move, only watch your party try and win without you. You didn't know what was worse, the fact Bonnie tried dragging you away when you lost, or that the King killed you last, since now, you were the least threatening of them all.)

(Mirabelle, Isabeau, Odile. . .)

(. . . . It doesnt matter. Lesson learned. Get up Siffrin, you have a country to save.)

(. . . . . . .)

(. . . . . . . . . . . . . .)

(You. . . . . . . You can't move.)

(You can't move. You can't move!?! Why can't you move!!! You tried your arms, your hands, fingers, toes, legs, head- okay!! You could move your head! So, so you're not frozen in time, aha, hahaha!! AHHAHAHHAHAHA WHY CANT YOU MOVE!!!!!)

(This isn't right, this isn't right this shouldn't happen this, this is impossible right?!? You always went back to normal after a Loop!!! Did, did you do something wrong? No, did you die wrong? How can you die wrong!!! That makes no sense!! Was this a joke?!? Okay, okay call Loop they'll know what t- NO YOU COULDN'T, EVEN DO THAT!!! HA, HAHAHAHAHA)

(You had to move!! You had to!! Because, because if you cant then you, you, you-)

(Then you couldn't go to the clock tower you couldn't go to the house you couldn't stop the boulder in the first hall you couldn't find the key or the crests or fight and you couldn't look through everything for how to get out of the loops you couldn't use the keyknife you couldnt do anything you'd be the useless dead weight that you always were and you'd be stuck here!!! YOU HAD TO MOVE. JUST, MOVE!!! PLEASE!!!)

(JUST MOVE MOVE MOVE MOVE MOVE MOVE MOVE MOVE-)

"S-Siffrin!!!!"

(You snap back to reality, Mirabelle, she, she was right there. In front of you, she looked panicked. How long had she been there? How long had you been lying here. You open your mouth, no sound comes out. What do you say, what CAN you say?!?! How can you say ANYTHING?!??!?)

(You look Mirabelle in the eyes. She's, shes starting to cry. You, you have to, say, something, anything!!)

". . . M-mira. . ."

"Siffrin!!!" (She looks releaved a little that you talked, putting an arm up to your head before quickly putting it back.) "A-are you alright?!? You weren't responding at all and, a-and I, I-"

"Mira. . ." (You can feel yourself starting to tear up.)

(You have to tell her. You don't want to. You would rather die. But if you don't tell her, then you'll be stuck lying here as she waits for you at the clock tower!! And, and you. . .)

"I. . . I can't move."

". . . WHAT?!?!" (It took Mirabelle a second to process what you said. She looked shocked, terrified.) "W-what happened?? Was it a nightmare?!? Or, or did, u-uhm let me try something!!"

(You can see a slight glow from Miras hand. Healing craft!! Right!! Haha, that should fix it easy!! Of course!!! She places her hand gently on your chest.)

(. . . You don't feel it. You don't feel the warmth of Mirabelles healing, or her hand, or, or anything. No, you couldn't feel the grass underneath your hands, or, the wind or, o-or. You're starting to hyperventilate, please, please work please please please.)

"Did that. . ." (Mirabelle takes her hand back, looking at you.)

(You try and move a finger. . .)

(. . .)

(You. Still. Can't. MOVE!)

(You can feel yourself starting to cry, you can't stop it. No, no no no no no, after all this, all this work. You're stuck!!! You're stuck and you can't move!!!)

"O-oh Change. . . Siffrin. . ." (You could see Mirabelle starting to cry, surely she was thinking about tomorrow, about everything, the King, the fight, and now just how useless you were, stupid. Stupid stupid stupid!!!)

"I-it's fine. . ." (You mumble.)

"It's not fine!!!" (She yells.) "Y-you're my friend!!! And!!! A-and you can't move and I couldn't heal it!!! It's not fine at all!!!"

"M-mira. . ." (It was fine. It was fine. It was fine.)

"I'm going to get Madame Odile, she'll know what to do! A-and, and everyone too!! Just, just- I'll be right back!!"

(You watch her go as much as you could. You couldn't stop her even if you tried. Stars. . . You try to stop crying. It doesn't work. You close your eyes.)

>>>

"How about here?" (Odile asked, pressing against your back.)

(Mirabelle had came back a few minutes later, everyone in tow. They were all so worried about you, wanting to make sure you were okay. Odile had the though to check your reflexes, then after that came up with nothing, to check your spine. Isabeau was holding you up as Odile pressed along your back. Or, at least, you think she was.)

"N-nothing still. . ." (You mumble back.)

(This was maybe the worst part.)

(After all those little moments where you snuck a poke or touch in the plant room, after all the time you wanted someone to just, hold you. It finally happened.)

(And you couldn't feel it.)

(It had taken all of your might not to scream.)

"Gems. . . What about here?" (You shake your head.) "Hmm. . ."

". . . Frin gonna be okay?" (You hear Bonnie ask.)

"I, hmm, I'm not sure." (Odile sighed.) "There's no broken spine segments, and you're sure you didn't have any strange sensations leading up to this?"

"N-no. . ." (It's only half a lie.) "Just, woke up like this. . ."

"Aw Sif. . ." (You can hear the anguish in Isabeaus voice. You feel a gentle hand on the back of your head, you barely even wince.)

"We, w-we can figure this out! It'll, uhm, it'll just take some work!! It'll be okay!!!" (Mirabelle sounds like she's about to burst into tears again.)

(No, It won't be okay if you're stuck like this. You lead them through the house each time, and if you can't do that, they die. You all die. Stars, everythings changing, everythings, wrong!!)

"I-I'm sorry. . ."

"No!!!" (They all yell at you.)

"You don't need to apolagise!! This isn't your fault!!" (Mirabelle continues.)

"Stupid!! You just took a NAP there's no way it's your fault!!!" (Bonnie looked angry, or, wait, was that concern?)

"We can figure out something, Siffrin. Even if you can't move tomorrow I'm sure Isabeau could carry you through the House." (Odile adds, you sense some teasing in her voice.)

"M-ME?!?" (Isa replies.) "I-I mean, of course!! I would any day of the week!! Haha, if Siffrin needs a hand somewhere then, u-uh--"

(You let out a weak laugh. Oh, oh Isabeau, oh everyone. . .) ". . . T-thank you. . ."

[. . .]

[You got the Memory of Powerless.]

[With the Memory of Powerless equipped, all your familys stats and EXP gain is doubled!]

[You may be unmoving, but they are willing to pick up the slack.]

[chqnverse]

𖥻 my darling

♡┊ 𝐂𝐇𝐐𝐍𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ; bangchan

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 :: chan enjoys some time with his family

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 :: none besides very cute chan

Chan was walking up and down the practice room with his son in his arms who was sobbing his little heart out. Jun was 8 months old and such a sweet boy but sometimes he got a little bit fussy when his mother wasn’t there. Chan bounced the little boy slightly while kissing his son’s head whispering sweet nothings in his ear. You asked chan to take care of Jun for today so you could go out with your daughter and chan obviously agreed. He knew how hard it was for you to mostly take care of your son and Daughter and chan. He appreciated how you would make him dinner when he worked longer and always put a cute note beside the dish.

Chan heard the door open and Felix walks in holding some strawberries in a tiny bowl. Jun turns his head to Felix looking at the bowl with his big brown eyes. Jun was basically a copy of his father from the tiny curls on his head to the soft freckles on his cheeks he even has a similar lip shape, Although chan insisted that Jun has your nose. “Thank you Felix” chan said softly sitting down on the sofa with Jun in his lap his tiny body resting against his chest. Jun recently found his new love for strawberries so as soon as he saw the red fruit in the bowl his tears stop and he makes grabby hands to his uncle.

Felix smiled down at the tiny boy. While Chan holds his son to make sure he doesn’t accidentally hurt himself, Felix held out a tiny peace of strawberry. Jun stared at it before slowly grabbing the fruit in his little fist, he opened his tiny mouth and shoves the fruit in giggling when he tasted the sweet flavour. Chan smiles down at his son as Jun moves his arms around wildly. “Is it tasty baby?” Chan ask in a high pitched voice making Jun squeal his tears now long forgotten. Felix hands Jun another strawberry but instead of eating it himself like the last one Jun holds up the fruit to chan looking at his father with wide eyes. Chan’s heart melted “is that for me junieee” he said in a shocked voice. Jun shoves the peace of strawberry against his father’s mouth to signal him to eat it. Chan smiles and takes the peace of fruit nibbling on his son’s fingers to tease him.

Jun whines at his father’s teasing and makes grabby hands to his uncle, Felix waisted no time and took the little boy in his arms and hands him the bowl with strawberries. Chan smiles at the cute interaction between his best friend and son, he thinks it’s cute the way his son holds Felix finger in his tiny fist while shovelling tiny cut strawberry in his mouth. The door opens and chan watches as you and your daughter walk in the room his daughter quickly making her way over and cuddling in his chest “Daddy we went shopping and mommy got me new hair clips look” Mira points at the butterfly hair clips that sit in her braids. Chan smiles and kisses her cheek “you look beautiful Mimi” he tucks a curl behind her ear and kisses her forehead.

Jun had lost interest in his half empty bowl and was now completely engrossed in the sight of his Mother as he stares at you. You lean down and take Jun in your arms pressing kisses all over his cheeks. Jun was giggling loudly his tiny hands on your cheeks. Chan was staring at you in complete awe as Mira sat beside Felix and telling him about her new hair butterfly clips. Felix praising her and telling her how pretty she looks. Chan stands up and walks to you putting his arms around you and your son. You could see that Jun was getting sleepy so you patted his tiny back while humming lowly. Chan presses a loving kiss on your lips.

You let yourself get distracted by your husband’s lips until you heard your daughter scream “ewww daddy and mommy are kissing…no kissing you’re only allowed to kiss me” she said proudly pointing at herself. You and chan laughed. Chan kneels down and opens his arms for his daughter who didn’t waist a second to rub in her father arms snuggling into his comforting warmth she knew so well. “Let’s get home baby I think someone is tired” you said kissing Jun’s cheek. Jun nuzzles is head further in the comfort of his mother. Chan agrees and after saying good bye to Felix you both went home.

When chan opens the door to your home carefully pushing it open with his foot his sleeping daughter in his arms while you carried Jun. While you went to change your son into his clothes being careful to not wake him up chan did the same to mira carefully putting her in her bear pj’s, before putting her in her bed making sure to cover her in her favourite blanket. Chan turns on her night light that was shaped like a moon before slowly leaving her room. He doesn’t fully close the door in case she has a nightmare. When Chan walks into the kitchen he sees you standing in front of the Stove cooking dinner for you and him, he couldn’t help but smile even if you weren’t wearing any makeup and your hair tied in a messy bun wearing only his oversized sweater you where still the most beautiful woman in the world to him. So he slowly moves towards you and puts his strong arms around your waist nuzzling his face in your neck enjoying your natural scent. You hum and turn your face to press a kiss on his nose making him laugh shyly. Chan loves your affection because you don’t need to talk much and understand each other without much words. “Go sit down Darling dinner is almost done you need to eat” you said softly nudging him towards the table.

Chan complies easily and sits down his eyes following your every move in case you needed his help. You walk over to the large table and put down a bowl noodles in front of him and some chopsticks beside it. Chan smiles at you and leans over to press a sweet kiss on your lips as a thank you. Suddenly chan hears his son’s soft whines for attention so he quickly gets up and walks over to where Jun had previously been sleeping, he carefully picks him up and holds him secure to his chest before making his way back to you. You’re looking at Chan with so much admiration while holding your arms out to take your son from him “give him to me Darling you should eat” you said while taking your son carefully from him. Jun quickly calming down when he notices his mother holding him, you take the pacifier from the table and offer it to your son. Jun quickly starts to slowly suck on the pacifier while his tiny hands are busy playing with the material of the sweater you’re wearing.

Chan watches as you entertain your son while eating his dinner with a smile on his pretty lips.

[livesworthlivingau]

Lives Worth Living Chapter 15

ISAT/Two Hat spoilers below. CW: Uhhh.... emotional pain, idk exactly how to tag this one but it's gonna hurt y'all, I may or may not have cried at work just THINKING about this chapter... So uhh, yeah, you've been warned.

(You awaken to an odd sensation. It feels distantly familiar, like a wave of healing and confirmation washing over your very essence… a save point?… Wh… Why are you feeling this now? This hasn't happened any other time so far… was it Loop?! You barely even finish the thought before your hand is placed beside your head in the usual 'call loop' sign… and the connection never comes.)

"Loop…" (You shudder out softly as your hand falls back to your side. You sit there, frozen, mind racing with all the horrible possibilities of what this all could mean. Were they gone?… Were you too late?… Could you even loop back before now if you wanted to? Why is the connection gone?! What happened to them?! They can loop too right?! You have to go back! You have to try!! Yo-)

"Sif? S-Sif are you okay?" (Isa's voice snaps you out of it, perking up a little and looking over at him. Tears have been pouring down your face. Isa sits up quickly, wrapping his arms around you almost instinctively, holding you close to his chest with worry.)

"I-I… I can't feel them anymore… Loop's gone!" (You choke out through the lump in your throat. You can't stop yourself from sobbing anymore. You retreat into the comfort of their touch, and yet you can't help but feel so alone in this moment.)

"I-It's okay Sif, I'm here… We'll figure this out, I'm sure they're fine!" (He tries to comfort you, but you both know his words are empty promises.)

----------------------------------------------------

"Are you certain they're gone? Maybe something just severed the connection, or there's an interference." (Odile theorizes as her and Mira had entered the room to console you. You sit in bed, holding your legs to your chest under you cloak, hiding your face in it as your expression looks hopeless.)

"I could always feel them… the slightest little blip, even when they never showed back up again… a-and now they're just…" (You start to explain, tears forming in your eye once more.)

"B-But we don't know what they've been doing! It doesn't mean they're gone!" (Mirabelle chimes in, trying to be as hopeful as possible.)

"What else could it mean, Mira?! Why else wouldn't I be able to feel them anymore?! I-I… I have to loop back, I-I have to try and sto-"

"Frin?…" (Your heart stops as you look to the door, noticing Bonnie standing just outside of it.)

"B-Bonbon! I-I-… I didn't… I-I'm not…" (You stammer out, your body shaking. Bonnie looks devastated, clenching their fists with tears welling up in their eyes. They then sprint back down the hall as they start sobbing. Odile sighing and following after.)

"I'll try to talk to them." (She nods to Isa and Mira, as if handing off the problem for them to deal with you…)

"Sif, please, you gotta calm down and then we can try to figure this out."

"What is there to figure out?! They're gone!! A-And if they're gone then what's even the point of going through all this again?! I-I-… I can't! I can't do this!!" (Your voice screams out, gripping your hair so tight it nearly tears out of your head. Tears continue to pour from your single eye.)

"Siffrin! P-Please, you'll hurt yourself!" (Mirabelle cries out as she looks ready to craft some healing for you.)

"We don't know they're gone Sif, we could-" (Isabeau starts to console you before you snap back.)

"Of course they're gone!! Why wouldn't they be?! Everything else that matters to me vanishes! Loop! My home! My memories! MY WHOLE BLINDING LIFE!! IT'S ALL GONE!!"

"…Sif… You've still got us…" (He pleads, you can hear the devestation in his voice.)

"Do I?! Because I just spent the last 30 years with all of you and only I can remember any of it!! That makes me feel pretty blinding lonely right now!!" (You can't even bear to look at either of them, but the silence stings painfully in your ears.)

"... C'mon, Mira, I think Sif just needs to simmer down." (Isa does his best to hide the break in his voice, but he's clearly fighting back the tears. The both of them leave the room and shut the door behind them. You grab the pillow beside you and bury your face into it. You scream as loud as you can, you scream until your voice gives out and your throat is raw, then you try to scream some more. The tears eventually stop flowing from your eye. You think you've just ran out of them.)

(You pull your face up from the tear and saliva soaked pillow, just throwing it to the side. The light from the window flickers as the branches blocking the sun drift about in the wind. You hop up off the bed and open the window wide, climbing out and sprinting to the largest tree you can find.)

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(The favor tree towers over you. You need a leaf, your favorite one… None of them mean anything to you in the moment. You grab the most Fresh looking leaf you can find. You hold it close and whisper into it thrice.)

"I wish to find Loop…"

(You delicately fold the leaf and drop it at your feet. You wait… You wait some more… You're getting impatient. You pick up another leaf, you whisper into it 6 times.)

"I wish to find Loop."

(You fold and drop the leaf again. You wait. You clench your fists and jaw, letting out an annoyed growl. You pick up another leaf, and scream into it until your voice gives out again.)

"I WISH TO FIND LOOP! SHOW ME WHERE THEY ARE YOU STUPID BLINDING UNIVERSE!!! I HAVE TO FIND THEM!! I WISH TO FIND LOOP!!!!"

(You violently crumple the leaf up and throw it to the ground, panting and shaking, staring angrily at the set of useless leaves you had used. As you prepare to grab yet another leaf, a strong gust of wind flows through, swooping up the 3 leaves you had used and fluttering them along through the tree line... the faintest hint of sugar fills your nostrils. You begin walking the way they pointed.)

[orimuraa]

₊˚⊹⋆🍁⋆⊹ Day 16: Wait for your love - Sung Hanbin

(synopsis) 🍂 it was a painful process of waiting, but after years, you finally were able to be his one and only ₊⊹

sung hanbin x fem!reader 🍂 f2l 🍂 hanbin is a bit blind, crying, a kiss, angst but happy ending, 🍂 wc 698

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you two were inseparable. everyone knew of "y/n and hanbin" because you were always together. you were each other's ride of dies.

but unfortunately, you started to catch feelings for your best friend, but it hurt so bad knowing he would never like you back.

it started in your first year of college where you had started to feel differently around the boy.

you noticed the butterflies in your stomach whenever he would look you in the eyes, or the blush that would creep onto your face when he would playfully flirt with you. but nothing was more noticeable than the jealousy you felt every time a girl would get a little too close to hanbin.

hanbin was looking for love. it was safe to say that hanbin has been through plenty of relationships, always ending them because he didn't feel that spark he was looking for.

and each and every new girlfriend he introduced you to was like a stab to the heart.

your feelings grew more and more for hanbin as he grew more into his features and became less immature and more kind and sweet.

but that also meant that more and more people came flocking over just to get eye contact with the now popular boy.

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"hey y/n! i want you to meet mira! she's my new girlfriend!" hanbin smiled brightly with a girl standing awfully close to him.

oh great, another one...

"oh hi..nice to meet you," you mumbled, plastering on a fake smile. you had to get out of here. "sorry bin, but i gotta go..finish some stuff." and without waiting for an answer, you sped walked away, holding your heart.

hanbin looked shocked at your sudden departure, realizing slowly the reasons for your identical reactions for each new girlfriend he brought by.

you loved him.

~~

as the seasons changed and fall came, you had been slowly distancing yourself from hanbin, always saying you had homework to do or after school activities.

hanbin knew you were lying and he's been trying to find the right time that he realized that you were the one he had been looking for.

"hey y/n? can we please talk? i really need to tell you something," a voice pleaded from behind you. turning around, you saw hanbin. he looked...different since the last time you saw him. but to be fair, that was a month ago.

his hair was now a sandy color and he had darker circles under his eyes like something had been bothering him lately.

"oh, yeah i guess so," you mumbled, already expecting to hear the name of his new girlfriend.

"i don't really know how to say this so i'll just cut to the chase. i like you y/l/n y/n. i was so stupid and didn't realize that i was looking for someone who was right in front of me. i was never able to find the right one because they weren't you. and i'm so sorry that i've made you wait for my love for so long, i was just too blind and foolish to notice that the one for me was always standing next to me," he rambled, never breaking eye contact with you.

"wow.." was all you could manage to say. after all the years of an unrequited crush, he finally realized that he did in fact like you back.

"binnie, i like you too. i have for so long but i always wanted you to be happiest, even if it meant that i couldn't be the one making you happy," you said, tears welling in your eyes.

hanbin gently brought his hand up to wipe away your tears, smiling sympathetically at you.

"can i kiss you?" he asks, his voice barely over a whisper. you just nod, closing your eyes and leaning in slowly.

his soft lips met yours and connected like puzzle pieces. it was like they were a perfect fit and after all these years, your life felt complete.

pulling away, you lean your forehead against his and smile.

"i guess it was worth it to wait for your love," you giggle, leaning in for another kiss.

indeed it was.

my bias is ricky but lately, hanbin has been bias wrecking me so hard and i thought this would be a cute idea for him ^^ enjoy!

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[auncyen]

You thought you were great at thinking things through. Before Changing into Isabeau, you were great at overthinking them, even! But once Siffrin shows up at the Clocktower, everything seems to happen too quickly for your brain to catch up.

One moment, Odile is suggesting you all go to the house without Sif, and you get why she's thinking about it, but you can't. But you look at Mira and realize how badly Sif hurt her this afternoon, and. If half the team can't trust Siffrin. Odile's right, isn't she? It's not going to work. Unless you figure out what's wrong with Siffrin and help them fix it so they can apologize--

(Maybe you should still be mad at Siffrin too. They didn't say anything that wasn't true, though, and in a weird way it was …kind of flattering how well Sif had you pegged? Like, Siffrin obviously paid you a lot of attention. Maybe, if they weren't having the wildest post-nap crabs ever, there would have been some nice things said too.)

Then Siffrin shows up, and he's still acting weird, with that miserable fake smile. Then he's mad because he overheard you all talking about leaving him behind, saying you're all going to get yourselves killed. Then he starts talking about time loops, and your brain catches on the realization that oh, no wonder he could nap even the day before you're going to fight the King, he's sick. He's got to be. It's the worst possible timing and they should have told someone before it got this bad, but it's not like they could help the timing and, well, for as easygoing as Siffrin is (most of the time), they have the most stubborn independent streak of anyone you've seen, self-reliant to the occasional fault. You think it's usually a positive. He bounced back from losing an eye better than anyone else expected. But he's hidden being sick once before, because he was the last to get it and Mira was anxious to resume traveling when everyone else had gotten better, of course he'd hide it when tomorrow is the big day. Oh Change if it's contagious, because this time he seems to be the first one sick. You're all fighting the King tomorrow and one of your group is ranting about time loops. Also that you all hate him, which, no??? Where did he get that?

But then you try to catch Odile's eye and pause. You expected pure exasperation, and it's definitely scrawled across her face, but she's also peering at Siffrin in consideration, and you remember what she said about a book Siffrin shouldn't have known about.

And then Siffrin slips off the counter and you stand because the way you see it there are two options: either they're extremely ill, or time loops are actually a thing and that's kind of something everyone needs to know about. Either way, they shouldn't just be running out on you!

"Sif. You need to sit down, and explain EVERYTHING about what you just said." You have to be firm so Sif understands how serious this is. Whatever's going on, he needs to explain so everyone else can help.

But maybe you should have thought more about using that tone, because Sif's breath hitches and his face, already so pale with that dark bag under his eye, seems to lose shade entirely. Then there's barely-chewed samosa on both your shoes, which convinces you. He's sick. Change, if it's contagious, please let everyone get sick the day after tomorrow. You can be as miserable as you want then. Tomorrow, you need everyone.

"Okay, okay, uh," you blurt. Your brain is still trying to figure out what to actually say. It's also fighting both your hands and the urge to check how high a fever Sif's running right now, because you've just realized they're shaking. "Sif, can you just--sit down, I'll clean this, you need to rest--SIF--"

He dodges to your left, ducking around you. You whirl around and grab him, vainly reach for an arm and grasping only cloak fabric, because he needs to stop and calm down--

Normally, you know better than to grab anyone. Especially Sif.

They whirl on their feet with their face twisted in a snarl, one gloved hand reaching up to shove you away with a flat palm--

The scent of stationery reaches your nose, and Paper Craft pushes you off-balance, stumbling back until you hit the counter even as Siffrin snatches his hand back, his good eye wide with horror. You can hear chairs sliding back as both Mirabelle and Odile recognize the Craft sign as well, though Bonnie only sounds confused. Of course they're confused. Siffrin didn't even touch you, and he doesn't know Paper Craft.

Even if they did, they wouldn't use it on you. It didn't hit hard, you think, but maybe you're just too shocked to feel it yet. You stand there, dazed and dumb, until you feel healing Craft being used on you.

It's not Mirabelle healing you.

It's Siffrin, his head lowered but his voice just loud enough for you to make out the words before he sits down, right there in the middle of the kitchen floor. Not moving. Breathing too loud, but so are you.

Since when do they know healing Craft, either?

"Isabeau," Odile says, her voice tightly controlled. "Take Boniface and get the cleaning supplies from the closet, please."

Right. Right, smart, something is very wrong and you need to keep Bonbon safe until you've got a handle on this, so you gesture for Bonnie to come with you and tell them not now when they protest because they're just as confused as you feel, ushering them out of the makeshift kitchen area, and it's not until you're at the supply closet and Bonnie asks if you're okay that you realize Odile wasn't sending only Bonnie out of the room.

Deep breaths, Isabeau. Like Siffrin does!

Change, what is even going on?

"...Did Frin hurt you?" Bonnie asks, looking uneasy. "Nille would have totally flipped you if you grabbed her like that. But they used Craft, didn't they?"

"…They got me, a little, but not too bad," you say slowly, trying to think it through without keeping Bonnie waiting too long. "And obviously they didn't mean to, since they healed me right away!"

And you realize, as you say it, that you really do believe that. The smell of Paper Craft was too strong compared to what actually hit you. You saw Siffrin pull his hand back right before the hit instead of doing a proper follow-through. You tried to grab him without thinking. He reacted without thinking and tried to stop as soon as his brain caught up.

And that's terrifying, because that means they used Craft that's not even their natural type on reflex, because their hand was already moving into a close enough shape. You've known for a while they hate being touched. It wasn't anywhere near that bad before.

What

in the world

is happening?

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what happened when the two crossover groups had to say goodbye?

This has been sitting in my inbox for a while and.... now I had the energy to do this. While it's not enough to warrant posting on Ao3, you can have this little snippet. @anxiousapplepie

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"Hey! Look at that!" That call came from Mirabelle up ahead as she pointed out the spiral of strange colors through which a small town could be seen. "Looks like we found a way out of here!"

"Finally..." You heard Battle-dile sigh, looking relieved that an exit had been found.

"Wolf, what do you smell?" That came from your double, who had been calling you "Wolf" to keep the two of you separate. 

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath in, taking in all the scents that came from the breeze blowing out of that portal. "....Flowers, bread, and....a sweet smell. But otherwise nothing big to note."

You opened your eyes, you knew that smell.... all small towns in Vaugarde used to smell like that during the time of the King's Curse. Time Craft. It was faint due to how slow the curse was....but it was there. This wasn't your exit. This....wasn't for your family. 

"Great, that means we can finally get back on the road properly." The Housemaiden beside you let out a relieved breath and he visibly relaxed slightly. "Let's go everyone, we have a country to save.

As the other team all started to make their way towards the exit, you glanced around at your family members. They all seemed to understand what you had said about what scents you had picked up except Owlbon who needed to be grabbed by Mira who shook her head. That was when Travel Mira noticed your team wasn't following.

"Wait, aren't you guys coming?" She stopped and turned to look back at all of you in confusion. 

"Sorry but....this isn't our stop." Sif responded, trying to hide his face under his hat. 

"What?!" Chef looked hurt and shocked as he turned around to properly face all of you. "Why not?!"

"Siffrin....we can't." You could hear the pain in Mira's voice as she responded simply.

It wasn't like you WANTED to leave them all. They were family as much as all of you were. The last two days had been so much fun! Living and traveling together, everyone learning so much about each other. But....it couldn't stay that way. You all knew that.

"It wouldnt be a good idea for all of us to come with you into your world." Rekishi explained when all of you were unable to find the words. "While I myself might be alright, the rest of our party are copies of all of you! We wouldn't want people going around asking about such a thing. Besides....you all are a year behind us timeline wise! We can't go having such paradoxes..."

"Shi's right." Bonbon agreed with the eldritch god, the young researcher frowning but...understanding. "It might cause a lot more problems..."

"But....But we don't KNOW that!" Traveler Mira was rather distressed at the idea of splitting the group now. "You guys are so strong! If we had your help...the King wouldn't stand a chance! And I'm SURE we can figure out something for Wolf and Vee! Please..."

"Mira..." Your double seemed to know she was upset but....he likely understood that you didn't have a choice. "It's not something any of us can risk."

She frowned even more at hearing his words, clenching her fists at her sides. Everyone looked upset in fact. Saying goodbye....was never easy... You...didn't want to say it. You raised a hand to your shoulder, tracing the seam where your Housemaiden double had helped you with patching your shirt. You didn't think you had anything you could give to them, nothing to let them know you'd see each other again like how Loop had promised Sif. You had one of Housemaiden's little Change God statues in your pocket, a little travel token. But...you didn't have anything you could give back....unless....

You reached in your pocket, you didn't carry much with you. But you had this, handy for quick patches when it had been new...but now.

"Housemaiden, catch." You tossed him the tiny object and saw him raise a hand to catch the little wooden spool. "It's not much but... it's something that won't cause a stir if anyone else sees it."

It was just a little empty wooden spool. The thread having been used up. There was no markings, no dents, nothing that would set it apart from any other wooden spool. And yet....it meant a lot to you. BOTH of you. You had used it up during this strange event to patch your shirt. It was simple and meaningless to anyone else....but for you, for him, it held the memories of this encounter. You hoped it would bring him some comfort... it couldn't be easy carrying the fate of a country on his shoulders. And with different criteria than what you had known...

"This is...." He was looking at it, seeming to understand.

A strange sound behind you made you spin on your heel, tossing a ball of Rock Craft at the Sadness that had come out of the forest. One of the bad things about this place was that it had gained the Sadness Swarms of Housemaiden's world. There was over a dozen of them creeping out from the trees now. 

"A Sadness Swarm!" You heard Travel Mira behind you gasp. 

"Go! We'll hold them off!" You called over your shoulder to the other group. 

"But--" Chef hesitated, you knew they were looking at the odds you all were faced with but... you glanced back to see the exit had shrunk.

"GO!!!" You heard Sif hiss desperately as you focused ahead. "The portal is CLOSING!!! You guys HAVE to go!"

"But those things are still coming!" Battle-dile had noticed the numbers. "You'll be overwelmed!"

"M'adame....I am sorry for this." You hear Mira say before you heard her familuar roar and felt the heat of a wall of fire behind you. 

The Sadnesses had noticed all of you and you saw Rekisi raise her hands to send out a wave of ice across the area. You charged ahead to smash any Sadnesses that had been frozen, it didn't get all of them but it got a lot of them. You raised your gaze to look at the other group  across the wall of fire that Mirabelle had put up. You locked eyes with your double who seemed....torn on what to do.

"GO!!!" You commanded, knowing this was hard. "You have a country to save! Don't worry about us! JUST GO!!!"

You saw his expression shift from a stunned state into pain and then he finally managed to tear himself away from watching the fight to turn back to his own team.

"You heard him!" He told his group, instructing them all towards the portal. "Let's go..."

You saw Travel Mira cast one last heartbroken gaze back at all of you before all of them vanished through the strange exit. They had barely reached the other side before it snapped closed. You felt the pain in your heart but couldn't allow yourself to cry. Turning back to the battle at hand, the Sadnesses were still coming.

"Never was one for 'goodbye'...." Odile commented as a sharp slice of Paper Craft carved right through a Rock Type Sadness like butter.

"These things don't quit!" Siffrin complained as he pulled his dagger out of one of the fallen creatures and then immediately focused on another.

"Well....good thing none of us die easily, right?" You cracked your knuckles and put on a smile. 

"CAN WE NOT TEST THAT PLEASE?!?" Squawked the owlbear cub beside you, claws pinning one of the smaller Sadnesses.

"Give it everything we've got!" You heard Mirabelle growl, her blade sweeping through a line of Sadnesses. "If that portal reopens! We hold the line here until it's our turn to go home!"

[charlesswife]

Una Noche En Monaco iv

Una segunda oportunidad (A second chance)

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pairing: charles leclerc x latina! reader

summary: after a one night stand between you and charles, he continues on with his formula one career. until two months later, you come back claiming to be pregnant with his child.

April 2023 

"Are we going for ice cream now?" Fuck, I completely forgot about that. 

"Umm not right now, sweetheart. We need to check on Percy, okay? Get everything ready for this week." I got Mateo in the car seat and took a long look at him. He is an exact copy of Charles. 

"Mami, you're crying" 

I touched my face. "I'm just so happy that you are such a good boy," I smiled at him. "You know, there are some people that are just cruel and evil," Mateo gasped.

"Like in the books?" 

"Exactly like in the books. And those people might want to hurt Mommy, and take you away from me," I don't really know Charles Leclerc, but I do know I'm worth more than him. If he tries to take my little boy away from me, I will kill him. 

"I'll protect you, Mommy," he made a fist, "I'm strong." 

"Yes, you are, mi amor," I closed the door, as I turned around I saw Charles coming out of the bookstore, holding his phone to the side, taking a phone call. He was wearing black pants as well as a black shirt. He had his famous sunglasses on. He didn't look like the twenty-year-old boy I met almost five years ago. He looked different. More mature. 

He stopped walking and as he pulled his sunglasses down he said, "Y/n?" 

"Charles..." I murmured. He hung up the phone and walked towards me. I panicked and ran to the driver's seat. 

"Wait! Y/n!" 

I started the engine and drove off. 

"So he saw you," Steph said. I let out a small “uhuh.”

"And you ran off," I uhuhed again "So what's gonna happen now?" 

"What do you mean?" I asked her. I took a bite of my tiramisu.

"I mean, what are you gonna do? He knows you live here in Monaco and where you work," she leaned closer to me and whisper, "Did he see Mateo?" I looked at my son, who was in the living room playing with Percy. 

"I don't think so, I mean I left so fast. I hope not." I love tiramisu, they are so flavorful.

She looked at me for a second and hesitantly she said, “Do you think… he might want to be involved in you guys' lives?” 

“I don’t know,” I said. 

“I mean,” she continued. “would you let him?” 

“I DON’T KNOW STEPH,” I yelled. Mateo stopped playing with Percy. I looked at him and said, “It’s okay Mate, keep playing.” I turned to Steph, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have yelled but this whole thing me pone nerviosa, like why was he there in the first place?" It makes me nervous.

“Mira” Look “All I’m saying is that maybe… just maybe give him a chance” I was going to interrupt but she held a finger up. “Maybe he changed. Maybe he grew up. Maybe he’s different.”

“No.” I said.

“No?”

“He hurt me the last time I saw him. I won’t give him the satisfaction to see Mateo just because he feels like it.”

“Y/n…”

All of the sudden, my phone started to ring. My eyes widen, and with shaken hands, I flipped the phone.

Pascale is calling... I let out a big sigh and answered the phone.

"Hey, Pascale, how are you?" Steph grabbed a spoon and tried to get a piece of my tiramisu, I gently slapped her hand away.

"Oh, hello, Y/n. I'm at the store today," I completely forgot about that. Every weekend since last month, Pascale and I take coffee together and we talk. She became a good friend of mine, she knows my story.

"Oh yes!" I answered, "Steph told me, she said you came with your kids,"

"Yes, I wanted you to meet them, are you here now?"

"No, I had to leave to do some stuff, but maybe next time!" I told her.

"Yeah, maybe next time," some voice could be heard in the background, "I'll let you go, Y/n, my son is bothering me right now."

I laughed at that comment. "Alright, Pascale. See you soon."

"See you soon, belle." She said last and hang up.

For the first time in four years, I looked up any news recent news about formula one and Charles Leclerc. According to articles, this season hasn't been a good start for him or Ferrari. Last week, he raced in Australia but did not finish the race. His next race is in Baku in about three weeks. So I can either not get out of my house for three weeks, or actually confront him and let him in our life.

"Do you think I can quarantine for three weeks?"

"You wanna quarantine for three weeks? You barely even made it out of the pandemic and now you wanna quarantine for three weeks?" Steph tried to get a piece of my Tiramisu.

"Stop it! It's mine!"

"Oh, grow up Y/n. Why do you even wanna quarantine? Is this some sort of author method that you are doing to get your second book done?" Angelica, my literacy agent, has been quite pushy with the deadline for my second book.

"No..." I finished my Tiramisu and drank some water. "Charles is going to be here in Monaco for three weeks," I murmured.

"Girl... you're kidding me, right?"

I decided to be the bigger person and actually talk to Charles Leclerc.

I realized that it wouldn't be healthy for Mateo to grow up without a father. I don't want to be responsible for any intentional or unintentional trauma that I could cause him. I don't want to be in my late 30s and have Mateo yelling in my face saying I ruined his life just because he didn't have a father. I'm only doing this for Mateo.

Other than that, Charles Leclerc can go to hell.

Let's see how good of a father he can be when he has to spend most of his time traveling.

Charles' POV

What is the first thing you say to the woman you accused of being a gold-digger, manipulator, con artist after she told you she was pregnant with your child after you guys have the craziest and most exotic night of your life?

Sometimes I wish I could kick twenty-year-old me in the face for how stupid I was.

I walked into L'Incantato Restaurant, which was the restaurant Y/n decided to meet me. I was surprised when she sent me the address, as this has been a restaurant I've been wanting to go to since it opened, but there are never available reservations. There are three restaurants in Monaco, I've heard great stuff about the food and the service. The waiter guided me to a private area where only she was sitting. It was very private, and I knew we could have a free conversation here. She was sitting in the red booth side of the table, making it look like she was the center of attention

She was more stunning than the last time I saw her. Her hair is longer than what it was four years ago. Her body... Stop.

As I was getting closer to her, I saw her take a sip of wine as she was scrolling through her phone. Once I got in front of her, she put her phone away.

Once I sat down at the table I said, "Hi, Y/n. Thank you for agreeing to meet me here," I extended my hand towards her but she only started at it. I pulled my hand back. She was more beautiful up close. Her makeup was flawless, her eyeliner made her eyes look sharp and her red lipstick made her lips look luscious.

"I was surprised when you contacted me. I thought you wouldn't remember my name," She said as she swayed her cup of wine. I remember her name, I've been having her name stuck in my head for the past four years, but I know she's referring to the last time we saw each other when she told me she was pregnant and I told her I didn't even remember her name.

"Look, I'm so sorry for the things I have said," I started. "I called you so many horrible things that I regret deeply and I would never call a woman that. I was at the beginning of my career and I thought you were working for someone to mess me up. I am stupid and in my defense I was..."

"In your defense?!" Fuck... Wrong choice of words. I saw the waiter come to us with a bottle of wine. "Are you fucking kidding me?!" Once the waiter heard that, she turned around and walked away. "Don't try to play the victim here, because you are not. I am." She pointed at herself, "I told you the truth, I was a hundred percent honest the whole time, and still you kicked me out. So why, Charles Leclerc, should I give you a second chance?"

My heart was beating like crazy. Y/n was staring at me with her big brown eyes. I forgot what I was supposed to say. I forgot what the question was in the first place.

I was saved by a bell - or the waiter. "Hello, how are we doing tonight? I'll be your waiter for the evening, can I start you with any appetizers?"

Y/n looked at her and smiled. "I'll have my usual, thanks."

The waiter wrote it out in her notepad, "Of course, Miss Y/l/n," and then turned to me. I didn't look at the menu once.

"Ehhh, I'm sorry," I remember the question now! "Eh, I'll just have whatever the chef recommends." I gave her back the menus.

"If you guys need anything, just press the bottom on the side of the table," as soon as she said that, she left.

There was a moment of silence for us. I couldn't look at her again. I passed my hand through the red tablecloth and looked around the place. "I've heard great stuff about this place, how did you get a reservation? I've been trying to get one to come with my mom for months,"

She took a sip of her wine again and murmured, "I know the owner," she leaned her back into the booth and crossed her arms. Don't look at her ti- "So, my question."

"What question?"

"Why should I give you a second chance, Charles Leclerc?"

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My Experience Working For The Miami Grand Prix

On another note, have you guys seen Queen Charlotte? I watched it yesterday and I CRIED for 45 minutes, it was insane.

I lowkey wanna do Bridgerton! Charles Leclerc, but also sugar daddy Charles leclerc 👀, what do you guys think?

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[spidybaby]

Stressed

Summary: When he's stressed and worried about work, that's the only thing on his mind.

Warnings: angst because I'm a sucker for it 😤

A/N: So I'm inspired, and you already know I love angst, I breathe angst, I eat angst. (Okay, I'm done exaggerating), but lemme know how you are? Are you drinking water? Hope you're fine 💐❤️

Since Kylian sent that letter to the higher-ups of PSG about not wanting to stay until 2025, everything is drama.

The french tabloids, for some reason, want him to look bad, want him to look like this ungrateful man.

He's experiencing too much pressure, Sergio leaving, Lionel leaving, possibly Verrati leaving. It was a mess. The whole teams is.

Especially now that this dumb reporter, her name is Sam, she's all over him about the whole side of him about the leaving, the selling, the quitting of Galtier. He's done with her, with the other reporters, with the ultras hating him for even breathing.

"Don't worry, Kyky, everything's going to be fine." Sergio pat his back, Kylian was one of the first ones to know about his retirement of the club. "Don't let that chick got to you."

"I just want her away from me." He drinks too fast for what he's used to. "Can't she cover something else?"

"Look, hermano." Ney says, he had to deal with the same reporter a few months before. "Just tell her something completely different from what she's asking, and she'll leave."

He knows she just wants to write something before anyone else, something that comes from his own, not for speculation. "Lie to her."

He scuff, it's not that easy to be away from her when she's also part of the PSG press people. She has access to everywhere. That makes him uncomfortable.

"Mira Kylian." Leo says. He's not new to this whole press drama. "Just don't mind her, ignore her, saying you have to be somewhere." He smiles, nodding to his advice.

Leo and Sergio are the ones he trusts with this media hate. They're goats, and they come from a long road. He can't deny that even Neymar is an expert. But he's been there for his own stupid mind, even tho he denied it.

He followed the advice Leo gave him, always ignoring her, saying the usual bonjour or a revoir. Nothing else.

That made her mad. She even asked Galtier for his number, not caring about writing him. That took him to the limit. He couldn't escape her. She was everywhere and anywhere at the same time.

"Don't stress, mon amour." You say kissing his cheek. You're massaging him, wanting to help him relax. "I know it's hard, but I'm here for you. It's only you and me."

You tried everything for him to relax, you didn't know the whole story. He never told you about this reporter. So you only think it's because of the whole letter drama.

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"Bonjour, Kylian." Sam says, looking at him. She's blocking the door of the lockers. "Can we talk." She raised her eyebrows.

"I'm busy." He tries to pass her, but she's not moving, and the last thing he wants is touching her or making any type of contact. "Please move."

"Just five minutes." She says, begging him. "And I'll leave you alone forever."

"I prefer you to leave me alone now." His voice is this deep tone. He's done with her games. "Get out of the way." He ask nicely.

"Four minutes." She begged again.

"Sam, out of the way."

"Three."

He breathes deeply, and he's losing his temper. "I'll say it only one more time, and believe me, that I hate repeating myself." He grabs her arm, not hard but the right amount of pressure to move her gently. "I'm busy." He's mad. His whole day is ruined, thanks to her.

He enters his car, asking the driver to take him home. He's supposed to go to his mother's house, but he's too mad for that.

He arrived home funding. His train bag is now on the floor, you're home early, and you notice the noise, thinking maybe he fell.

"Are you okay?" You ask from your bedroom. Maybe he's hurt. "Ky? Amour?" You talk louder this time.

After a few minutes, you hear the footsteps on the stairs. A very agitated Kylian enters the room. "Hi, handsome." You say, opening your arms to him.

"Remember how you said you can take the stress out of me?" He sais breathless, you nod smiling. "Do it."

You throw the covers away from you. Ready to attack your boyfriend with kisses and attention. Your lips feel heavy on his own. He's tense. You can feel him.

There was no other reason for his mind to be elsewhere, hes uncomfortable by the fact that he has Sam on the back of his head, tunning after him, basically harrassi him.

There's no other reason for him to focus on anything other than you. The way your lips feel on his neck, the way your hands are touching the right places, the way you're making him feel good.

His hips are moving to a very fast pace. He's not one to take his frustration on you, but the way you're moaning his name and how your nails are scratching his back is making him lose control.

He doesn't know how, but it happens. He can't take her name out of his mind, now even when you're taking him so well.

When he dips his hips at a certain angle, the back of your head digs further into the pillow, and he attacks the exposed side of your neck. He's leaving red marks, marking you as his. The groan that's escaping his lips are pornographyc.

You could feel nothing but him, the weight of his body over yours, the thin layer of sweat on his back under your fingertips and on his forehead, making the hair close to your neck to stick to it.

What's making the entire situation so much worse is the fact that no matter how much he tries, he can't stop thinking about her. Not in a sexual way, but angrily wanting her to go away, to leave his mind alone.

His hand is griping your waist so hard. He knows he'll leave a mark. Moans coming out of his mouth. “Fuck, you feel so good.” he goes faster, knowing by the sounds you're making that you're close.

"Sam-" that's when he stops. His whole body stop. He doesn't know why he's saying her name. His eyes are open in a panic.

"Get off," you say out of breath. Your heart is beating as fast as if it's going off your body. "Get off of me."

You push his shoulders for him to get off of you. He pulled out and tried to explain. "Y/n, please, I didn't mean to do that."

Your mind is lost, one moment you're under him, holding him closer, kissing him and enjoying him.

And now you're pushing him away, not wanting him to touch you. You grab the covers of the bed. You wrap it around your body before running to the bathroom.

"Amour, please." He tries to grab your arms. "Amour." He almost catch you, but he's not fast enough.

The next thing he knows is you slamming the door in his face. He can hear the way you're breathing and how you sob. The sound is making his heart hurt.

"I promise I wasn't-" he can't even think of an excuse. He's fucked up, he's hearing the way you're crying and can't think of how to solve it. "Listen, she's a reporter that has been harassing me. She's always on me, and I".

You open the door, interrupting his explanation. You're standing there, tears running down your face, blanket around your body, eyes sad.

"Mon amour." He doesn't know if he can touch you. He doesn't want to make you more uncomfortable than what you already are. "I promise it's not what you think."

You pass him, walking to the room to get your clothes, dressing yourself again, hurried to get away from him.

"Please don't go." He says, hand grabbing your arm. "Please, let me explain." He feels like crying, not wanting to let go.

"Not now." You get off his hold. "I can't do this. Please get away from me." You push him lightly.

"Don't go, I'll go, but you don't have to go." He dresses himself, not wanting you to leave. "I'm fucking sorry." Your back is facing him. You can't look at him in the eyes.

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The past week, you were running away from Kylian, leaving extra early for work and returning while he was still training.

For him, it was hard not being able to speak with you. But you needed time, and he's willing to let you have it. Even if that hurt him in the process.

For you, it's been weird. You can't wrap your mind around the fact of what's going on. For you, it hurts that he didn't trust you enough to talk to you about what's happening, and the other part of you is your ego being hurt by him naming another girls name.

You were sure with a talk and being honest, you both can make up. You trusted him when he says he has never been with her, but you also needed to know the whole story.

The sound of keys jiggling is the way you know he's home. When he walks he sees you sitting on the couch.

He's tired, everyone is hating on him for the stupid tabloids, and he can't even find comfort in your arms because he hurt you without intended to.

"Can we talk?" He swears the sound of your voice is magical. He missed it. He missed you. He nods and takes a seat next to you. "Who's Sam?"

He didn't hesitate to detail the whole thing. The things his playmates advised him. "Kylian, why didn't you report her to the management?" You're mad, not with him but with her for being such a bitch and harass him about a stupid football news.

"Because I thought she was going to leave me alone." He yells, frustrated. "I can't do this anymore."

You hug him, caressing his back and him cry his frustration. His not crying about her. He's crying about the news, about the hate, about the media not leaving him alone.

"I'm here, don't cry." You kiss the top of his head. "I'm sorry I didn't hear you before."

"It's not you, I'm the one who made the mistake of letting her abuse her power." He let you dry his tears. "I'm so done."

"It's not your fault. Don't say that." You kiss his cheeks. "You're fine now, I'm not letting her or anyone hurt you or make you feel uncomfortable." You hugged him. Promising you'll never let him feel that way again.

[the-bitter-ocean]

ICAC Siffrin,,, oh they're not going to be doing well postgame are they (didn't learn their lesson, had their worst doubts confirmed, not exactly particularly inclined to open up)

(ACT 5/ACT 6 SPOILERS) Hello, Anon! While I understand that a non- looping Siffrin may have a lot harder time opening up about their feelings and their past (or lack thereof) I don’t think it’s going to go in that particular direction!

I’m going to share my thoughts on this and talk more about my plans while writing ICAC under the cut:

Does Mirabelle unintentionally hurt Siffrin in that moment in act 5 during the failed attempt at doing the friend/ family quests with everyone ? Yes. Yes she does. In that moment, it did genuinely seem like Mirabelle was confirming his self doubts/ fears on if the party would stay together or if he was worth being remembered. Siffrin was hurt and expressed that hurt to her (which he has every right to do so because her behavior wasn’t okay).

That being said however, I think there are many scenes that I have written / drawn that I plan to share that would help Siffrin see that the group would stay together and that they’re loved etc. To name a few of them: the talk at the clocktower ( there’s a scene in it where the group reassures Siffrin that no one is being left behind and that they’ll all be able to help mira soon) the talk with Rewind (who tells the group the entire context in full of why mirabelle was acting so off kilter which would give reassurance that mirabelle didn’t suddenly hate everyone ) the vs friends fight (including the aftermath where they all are floating mid air and holding hands and the whole group talk about how all of them had wanted to continue to keep traveling together as a family etc) and also the heart to heart talk that mira will have with Siffrin in act 6 (which is a proper apology for lashing out at him and also a shared promise to be more open about feelings together) etc. All of these things would let Siffrin know that his family cares for him and won’t forget him. The whole group would say that in a heart beat, especially mirabelle who again, literally nearly broke the world via wishcraft because she cared so much about each and every one of them.

I feel like when/if Siffrin feels that way I think mirabelle would remind him that the whole group saw her at her absolute worst and still chose to stay with her and forgive her anyway. And if she can be forgiven and loved.. if she can still be allowed to stay and be remembered then there’s no reason why Siffrin can’t have it either.

Again like the original source material the au is based on (ISAT) I want people to know that ICAC is an au that ultimately does have a happy ending! It’s hopeful! I promise! Have faith in me yeah? Anyway ramble over I hope this helped alleviate any concerns!

[vodika-vibes]

Love Is Kind

Summary: When your father moved your family to Mandalore in an attempt to court the various clans on behalf of the Republic, you were obligated to go with him, even though you were in your twenties. You really should have known that you were brought along in the hopes that one of the warriors of Mandalore would pick you as their bride. Too bad for your father that you’ve always known your own mind.

Pairing: Jaster Mereel x F!Reader

Word Count: 1182

Warnings: Tooth-rotting fluff, also Montross is a creep

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A/N: I'm in a Jaster mood and I'm making it all of your problems. Sorry, not sorry. Also, I'm not sure why but tumblr isn't letting me tag some of you. I'm sorry.

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“Good morning, Princess,”

You stifle your eye-roll with the ease of long practice when the familiar, and grating, voice of Montross reaches your ears. The shudder is a lot harder to hide, as his hand slides across your shoulders, but you manage it.

“Good morning, Montross,” You greet as you turn on your stool to regard the much larger man. “I wasn’t aware that you had returned to Mandalore.”

His smile makes your skin crawl, “Did you miss me?”

You smile and neatly side-step his question, “How was your mission?”

He drops onto the stool next to you, his arm still thrown over your shoulder, and he leans into your personal space. “It was amazing. I came face to face with a Jedi.” He boasts, “Killed him too.”

“Hm. Is that right?”

“Oh yeah. Wasn’t even a challenge.” He pushes his hand through his hair, in a movement that was probably supposed to be attractive, but really wasn’t. 

You flash a close-mouthed smile, “If it wasn’t hard, Montross, then how can you know it was a Jedi?”

“He had a lightsaber.”

“Those aren’t Jedi specific,” You point out, “Anyone can use a lightsaber. Jedi just use them well.”

“Aw, come on, Princess. You don’t think I could do it?”

“I think if you came face-to-face with a Jedi, we’d be having a funeral right now.” You reply before you duck under his arm.

“Sometimes, Princess, you are so very Republic.”

“What can I say? I like Jedi.”

“You’re a Mandalorian now, sweetheart. You should start thinking like one.” Montross says as he leans a little closer, close enough that you can feel the heat from his skin against yours.

“I think you’ll find that I’m not.”

“You will be when you marry me.”

At that, you turn to look at him. “Not even if you were the last man in the galaxy.” You really should be polite, but you’re done with him and you’re done being polite to him. So you flick your fingers in his direction, “Shoo fly, you’re bothering me.”

You’re aware, vaguely, of offense crossing his face, and you grimace as he stands up so sharply that his stool goes flying. 

And then he leans over you, trapping you between the counter and his armor, “Your smart mouth is going to get you in trouble.” Montross warns.

You’re about to reply when another voice, a little deeper but much more welcome to your ears, interrupts, “Come on, verd. She said she’s not interested. This is just embarrassing.”

Montross straightens, “Jaster,” His lip curls, “If she’s not into me, she definitely won’t be into you.”

You turn on your stool again and catch Jaster’s eye, a real smile crossing your face as he winks at you. “I’m not so sure about that, Montross,” Jaster replies with a smug smirk.

You watch an ugly shade of red slide across Montross’ face, and then he stalks out of the restaurant. “He might actually try to hurt you one day, Jaster.” You warn.

“He can try.” Jaster picks up Montross’ abandoned stool, sets it back into place, and then slides it a little closer to you before he sits on it, twisting his body so that his armored knees are brushing against yours. “He didn’t hurt you?”

You rest your chin on the palm of your hand, your smile growing, “If he did, will you go defend my honor?”

“If you phrase it right,” Jaster replies with an answering grin, “I might do it even if he didn’t.” His thumb brushes against your knuckles, “Are you sure you’re uninjured?” He asks, his voice soft and for your ears alone.

“I am.”

“I’m glad.” He closes his hand over yours, and keeps his gaze locked with yours, “Montross thinks you’re going to pick him. He feels entitled to your affection.”

“How sad for him,” You reply, your voice just as soft, “I have my eyes on someone else.”

“Oh? Do I know him?” Jaster teases.

You flip your hand and thread your fingers with his, “You might.”

His gaze drops to your joined hands, and then snaps back to your face, “Do you want to go for a walk?” Jaster asks, his gaze serious.

“Nothing would make me happier.” 

He flashes a small smile and sets some credits on the counter to pay for your caf and cake, and then he gets to his feet and lightly tugs you to join him.

You, happily, press yourself against his side as you leave the restaurant together. Warmth runs down your spine as he lazily rubs circles on your hand with his thumb.

Whenever you’re with Jaster, you feel safe and warm. As though nothing in the galaxy can touch you so long as you’re with him.

It’s one of the many reasons that you love him.

And you do love him. 

And, you’re pretty sure, he feels the same way.

Jaster leads you through the busy streets, only stopping when you reach a quiet area on the edge of the town. It’s just the two of you, surrounded by trees and flowers, and you can’t help but think that he could have brought you to an old warehouse, filled with broken droids, and it would still have been the most romantic thing ever.

He smiles at you and releases your hand, only so he’s able to lightly cup your face with his hands. Jaster tilts your head so you’re looking right at him, and his smile widens. “You know,” He murmurs, “In those old holofilms, where the male protagonist claims that his love interest is his whole world, they always sounded dramatic to me.”

You press your hands over his, “They’re supposed to be, I think.” You reply with a fond smile.

“Maybe so,” He slowly leans in and presses his forehead against yours, “But I really am holding my whole world in the palms of my hands.” Jaster sounds awed, as though he can’t believe what he’s feeling.

Your face burns with slightly flustered embarrassment and your heart swoops with excited joy, “Jaster—”

“I love you,” He whispers, and then a broad grin crosses his face, “I love you.”

You can’t help the delighted laugh that falls from your lips as you release his hands and fling your arms around his neck, pulling him down into a, slightly awkward, kiss.

Though it’s only awkward because he wasn’t expecting it.

Jaster’s arms wrap around you, holding you securely as he hovers his lips just over yours, “Does that mean you—?”

“I love you.” You breathe against his lips, “I love you, I love you, I love—” You’re not able to finish the phrase, as his lips seal over yours stealing your words and your breath.

You don’t mind. Both belong to him anyway.

Your parents aren’t going to be thrilled. Your stepmother had plans to marry you off to the son of an Alderaanian aristocrat. Your father would prefer that you pick a member from a larger clan than Clan Mereel.

But you’ve made your choice…and they’re just going to have to live with it.

[ladykailitha]

The Last Dragon Slayer

This is what my brain gets up when I'm sick and can't sleep.

Enjoy!

~

50 years prior there were a rise in dragon habitations and to combat what the humans saw was an infestation trained dragon slayers.

But the profession is dying out as most of the evil dragons have been slain, and those that try are beat back by their own kind.

In a small kingdom the evil King Richard wants to get rid of the dragon that has taken residence in the mountain nearby.

So he hunts around to find that all the dragon slayers have died or retired long since.

All but one. Sir Steven of Harring's Town. He is a disgraced prince whose mother was eaten by a dragon shortly after his birth and has vowed to find and kill the creature.

The King almost turns him away when he arrives. He is thin, almost too thin to hold up his armor, his horse is on its last legs. His sword is chipped with many battles and held together with leather and tattered silk.

It's clear this man has not known a decent meal in a really long time.

But the dragon must be dealt with.

So the king feeds Sir Steve up for a couple of days so that he at least has the strength to draw his sword and sends off, pointing in the direction of the beast's mountain.

The dragon, Edgewraith, is black dragon with red eyes, claws, and underscales.

He is quite fearsome to behold.

He watches as this piteous creature stumbles off his aging horse and struggles up to the cave entrance.

"How desperate King Richard must be," Edgewraith hisses, smoke and spark spilling from his mouth. “To send me you."

Sir Steven pulls off his helmet and throws it to the ground. "I am the last dragon slayer, monster. All I ask is a shift death and that you mount my head on a spike in front of your cave announcing my demise."

Edgewraith is startled but before he could even form a response, the knight faints.

Two weeks later Sir Steve wakes to find the most beautiful man standing over him with a cup of broth. He has long dark curls and reddish brown eyes. Sir Steven falls in love almost immediately.

Eddie, as the man introduces himself, tells him that no one will come looking for him, as the dragon has spelled a skull to look like his visage and done as he asked.

Sir Steve is dead as far as the world knows.

Steve cries in relief.

The two slowly get to know each other and fall in love.

But before they can make love for the first time, Eddie reveals himself to be the dragon, Edgewraith.

Steve replies that he figured it out a long time ago and didn't mind. He took care of him when no one else would. Of course he fell in love with him.

Eddie knows that they can't couple, because of how hot he runs but one day a stray ember hits Steve in the leg but he doesn't call out in pain.

He picks it up and tosses it neatly into the fire. Once while making dinner for them both, Steve slips with the knife, but he doesn't bleed.

So Eddie starts pressing Steve a bit more about the dragon that supposedly ate his mother. All the villagers had described it as breathtaking. Bright bronze scales on top and warm brown eyes, claws, and underscale.

Eddie knows who this is and sends out the call.

Mirrorsong arrives and when she sees Steve instantly transforms.

"Mother?" Steve cries because the castle had paintings of his mother everywhere and he even kept a miniature he had painted himself with him at all times.

She runs to him and tells him the truth.

She fell in love with his father and married him. But when she gave birth to Steven, her insides burned the midwife's arms, nearly killing her. When the king learned this he banished his wife and raised her son as a dragon slayer.

Steve learns that while he can't change shape like Eddie and Mira, he cannot be hurt and he will live a long life. Maybe not as long as Eddie, but they have centuries instead of decades now.

The old king dies and the new king is kinder.All the kids like to go up to the mountain to play with the two strangers who protect their town.

And everyone lives happily ever after.

[littlemissmentallyunstable]

@balladofareader

AHHHHHH HAPPY BIRTHDAYYY MIRAAA 🎉😘🥳🎂🎁🎈 I HOPE YOU HAVE THE BESTTTT DAY EVERRRR AND GET EVERYTHING YOU WANTTT YOU DESERVE ITTT GIRL !! 💘💘💘

glen powell is still not hot even on your birthday. he’s still not hot.

I LOVE YOU SO SO SO MUCHHH 🥰💕😘💓💖💘🥰😍❤️💕😘💓 WITH MY WHOLLLE ENTIREEE HEARTT EVEN WHEN YOU TORTURE ME WITH THAT ONE GIF 😒😒

SO HERE IS MY BIRTHDAY PRESENT TO YOUUUU… I HOPE YOU ENJOY

(I know you wanted a holiday fic rather than a birthday one so that’s what I wrote 🤭🤭)

title: mira’s birthday

pairing: grayson hawthorne x miranda

Fairy lights, wound around the bookshelves, twinkled brightly against the dark of the night. Mira had put them up herself whilst Grayson was out and was quite proud of how she’d managed. She didn’t exactly have a track record for being good at things like this. One time she’d attempted to put up a shelf and ended up in A&E with a sprained wrist and a concussion.

Not a fun day.

She stood back to admire her work one last time before picking up the red ribbon she’d set down on the table earlier. She’d meant to tie them in her hair this morning but had forgotten on about six different occasions. Miranda sat down and slowly weaved one through the section of hair she wanted it to. Tongue poking out of the corner of her mouth, she felt her fingers twist and turn sections of hair a ribbon so everything would sit in perfectly before she finally tied the bow. One side was done, that was the easy part, now she had to do the other side in perfect symmetry.

After three separate attempts she heard footsteps and immediately locked her eyes to the doorway. Grayson Hawthorne leant in the doorframe, gorgeous as ever, a small smile on his lips. Mira immediately bounded towards him grinning, the remaining ribbon softly falling to the floor, forgotten once again.

“I missed you,” she laughed, leaping into his arms.

Swiftly as ever Grayson caught her, spinning her around in his arms, “I was gone for two hours,” he said, setting her down.

“Two hours too long,” she replied with a soft shrug.

“Well I do apologise,” he said sincerely, before kissing her cheek gently.

Mira flushed, “you can apologise again if you like.”

Her eyes practically sparkled and Grayson obliged to her request, kissing her a second time.

“You put up fairy lights,” he commented, cocking his head towards the decorated bookshelves.

“I know,” she winked, “impressive right.”

“Extremely,” Grayson nodded.

“I didn’t even need the instruction booklet,” she told him proudly, “I just worked it out all by myself.”

“Does that mean they’re going to fall down in an hour?” he asked dryly.

“Hey!” she groaned, slapping his upper arm, though it probably hurt her more than it did him, his arm was like a rock, “that’s mean! I think I deserve another apology!”

Grayson chuckled, taking her face into his hands and kissing her lips slowly.

She meant the world to him and more. Mira had been his light in the darkest of times, the sunshine in his hurricane, the emotion through the numbness. She’d taught him how to feel again, how to love, how to be happy, how to feel free, how to let go of the demons that were driving him insane internally.

“I suppose that will have to make up for it,” she mumbled into his lips.

He grinned and continued kissing her gently. They both got lost in the moment, their chests moving up and down in a syncopated rhythm. Mira stumbled, falling into the sofa. He wasn’t fast enough to catch her this time, too distracted by her sweet taste. Slowly she pulled him down with her, continuing the kiss, but this time she made it a little slower, the movement more drawn out, lips lingering on one another’s before going into the next kiss.

He pulled away, eyeing her book, “you’re reading once upon a broken heart again?”

“Are you really surprised?” Mira laughed, brushing a loose stand of blonde back into his perfectly styled hair.

“No,” he smiled softly, his eyes mellowing as they met hers, before he went in for another soft kiss.

“It’s a good book,” she said against him.

“I’m sure it is,” he replied stiffly before pausing, “but-“

Mira quickly put her finger on his lips, stopping his from taking it any further, “No but,” she warned him sternly.

“There is a but,” Grayson said simply.

“No there’s not,” she shook her head, denying it.

“But there is!” he groaned.

“Come on Gray,” she pouted, trying to plead him with her large brown puppy dog eyes.

He turned away from them, fearing he might not be able to resist.

“But,” he sighed, “I do wish you weren’t so obsessed with that,” he paused to do air quotes with his fingers, “‘Jacks’ person.”

She folded her arms giving him a pointed stare, “I’m not!”

He quirked a questioning brow, calling out her blatant lie.

“Fine,” she rolled her eyes, “but if you read this you’d get it.”

He made a face, so Mira stuck her tongue out at him before she picked up the ribbon for her hair that she’d left before Grayson has returned. She began to try again.

“Allow me princess,” Grayson murmured softly into her ear, gently taking the ribbon from her, so the soft material rippled over the palm of her hand before transferring to his.

The bold red stood out against his pale hands, like fresh blood would in snow. Carefully he adjusted her position so her back was facing him, allowing him access to her hair. Gently, he ran tentative fingers through her curls watching as they coiled down her back. He smoothly glided the red ribbon through the strands of ebony, contorting the ribbon with loops and twists until it formed a perfect bow. Slowly, he took out the one she’d done earlier and repeated the process on the other side so they both looked equal.

“Let me look at you, princess,” he murmured, once he was finished.

Mira’s cheeks tinted a rosy pink as she turned to face him.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, mesmerised.

Her cheeks glowed an even darker shade of red, now almost matching the ribbons in her hair. Shyly, she stood up and walked over to the full length mirror in the corner.

“Thank you,” she said, admiring her hair in the mirror.

He stood up and walked towards her, wrapping an arm around her waist from behind and resting his chin just over her collar bone. Grayson smiled lopsidedly as he watched her beaming. Her energy was infectious, a bubbling, shining, bursting ball of pure joy.

He silently took her hand and raised it above her head. Mira looked at him, eyebrows furrowed in confusion before Grayson spun her around. Caught off guard, laughing, she stumbled mid spin. She spiralled forwards, losing all of her balance, luckily Grayson acted swiftly, slipping his arm around her waist and catching her. He kissed the tip of her nose before helping her back up.

“I have a surprise for you,” he said.

Her eyes practically sparkled, “oooo I love surprises.”

“And,” he paused for a moment, leaving her nearly bursting with anticipation, “it involves cookies.”

“I’m sold,” she said almost immediately.

Grayson found the corners of his mouth turning upwards once again. A year ago he wouldn’t have ever imagined he’d smile as much this. Mira had found his smile again, he’d lost it at sometime he didn’t know exactly when. All he did know was the Mira had brought it back. He offered his hand to her and she gladly took it, interlocking her fingers with his.

“Follow me,” he whispered.

As they were about to leave the room, Mira’s phone buzzed and a notification banner popped up on her screen. Grayson couldn’t read the name but watched curiously as Mira picked it up to reply.

“Hang on,” she said quickly, “I have to get this.”

“Who are you talking to?” he mused.

“Nosy much,” she teased with a sweet giggle.

Grayson only shrugged in reply, “just wondering.”

“If you must know,” she said with an exaggerated sigh, “I’m talking to my friend Bella about someone very important to me.”

“And who might that be,” he asked, cocking his head to the side.

Mira’s lips stretched into a wide smile, radiating her sunshine energy to the rest of the room, “a certain lovable cowboy.”

His expression quickly morphed into something between panic and confusion. She had to bite back a laugh at the sight, usually her boyfriend was the master of masking his emotions but they were perfectly displayed on his face on this occasion. She could imagine what he was worried about. ‘A certain lovable cowboy’ could’ve been a lot of people, including his brother.

“Glen Powell of course!” she laughed.

He tried to hide a shaky sigh of relief, before his expression pinched back into some sort of disgust, “Glen Powell?”

“Yes, Glen Powell,” she nodded brightly.

He wrinkled his nose and adjusted the sleeves of his suit.

“You’re jealous!” Mira exclaimed.

“No I’m not,” he replied sharply, heat rising in his face.

She smirked failing to hide her amusement, “oh you so are!”

“I am not,” he gritted through his teeth refusing to meet her eyes.

“I can tell you’re lying,” Mira sang, folding her arms across her chest.

“No you can’t,” he said.

“So…” she replied, a glint of mischief flickering across her expression, “you won’t mind if I replay ‘The Edit’ then.”

“Put the phone down, princess,” Grayson said flatly, his face now not betraying his true feelings.

“I thought you weren’t jealous,” she challenged, narrowing her eyes at him.

“I’m not,” he deadpanned.

“So why can’t I play ‘The Edit’ then?” she responded.

“Don’t give it such an important title,” he scoffed, delicately changing the subject, “it’s an edit, not ‘The Edit’, you make it sound so important.”

Mira gasped loudly, clamping a hand over her heart, “it is important! It is ‘The Edit’! Look!”

She flicked her phone towards him, clips of Glen Powell playing and he swiftly shut the screen off.

“Fine, fine I’ll admit it,” he put his hands up in the air and rolled his eyes, reluctant to reveal the truth, “I am in fact bothered by this celebrity crush.”

Mira smiled.

“Go on,” he sighed, “say it, I know you want to.”

“I told you so,” she said softly.

“You did,” he replied.

“Don’t worry Gray,” Mira murmured, cupping his face in her palms, “I don’t think I could ever love anyone like I love you.” She brushed her lips over his slowly before finishing the sentence, “except Glenn Powell.”

His jaw hung slack as she doubled over in laughter.

“Just kidding,” she winked over her shoulder, “now you said something about cookies?”

Grayson, jaw readjusted to its normal position, softly took back her hand into his and guided her to the kitchen. He watched as her face lit up, glistening like a pearl in the centre of a clam shell. It was something he would’ve seen as so small, of such little consequence, but to her it was everything. After realising that, Grayson decided that it meant it was also everything to him too.

The table was laid with a menagerie of different piping bags, all filled with icings of every colour you could imagine. Beside them was a plate of freshly baked cookies, ready to be decorated.

Mira looked at Grayson, her eyes twinkling, “you did all of this?” she asked in a small, awestruck voice.

“Of course, princess,” he replied smoothly, pulling her back into his chest for a small hug.

She squealed in excitement, bouncing up and down, “it’s so pretty!”

“I’m glad you like it,” he beamed, removing his suit jacket in a smooth motion.

“When can we get started?” she asked him, itching to get going.

“Right now,” he winked, rolling up his sleeves, “grab a piping bag Mira.”

Eagerly, she went straight for the pink icing the cutest idea already in her mind.

Before starting his own design, Grayson took a moment to just sit back and silently observe. She would never know he was staring at her in this moment, she was far too concentrated on what she was doing. She would never know he was taking in every little detail of her movement. She would never know how much he adored how her eyebrows were pinched together, how her eyes were narrowed and focussed and how the baby hair falling into her eyes was ignored. She would never know how much he loved her, how full his heart felt in this moment, how she’d saved him in so many ways.

Reluctantly averting his eyes, he turned to his own cookie and began to work.

Mira wasn’t exactly a professional cookie decorator, but she had a steady hand with the piping bag and her design was actually replicating the idea she’d formed in her head. As she was piping she only formed more ideas for her other cookies, each getting more and more ambitious the longer she spent thinking about them. Her eyes flicked up to Grayson for a moment, she watched as he methodically manipulated the icing to give the effect he wanted. Only he could make cookie decorating serious art. She bit her lip, trying to stop her smile. She loved watching him work, so in his zone, his element. When he painted he was lost in his own world, a world where he felt liberated from all that weighed on his chest. It was nice to see him like that. Free.

She finished off the details and sprinkled on some edible glitter. She grinned proudly, leaning back to take a better look, “Mine is a masterpiece,” she announced.

Grayson looked at her and couldn’t help but smile. She had powdered icing sugar brushed over her cheek, her apron was stained with half of the rainbow and a few loose strands of hair had fallen from the ribbons down to frame heels face. She was stunning. An overwhelming feeling hit his mid chest all of a sudden, almost knocking him flat.

“I’m sure,” he murmured, gray eyes roaming over her hungrily, sucking in every last detail of beauty that she didn’t even know she had.

“Let’s see yours then,” Mira replied folding her arms across her chest in challenge, completely oblivious to the lovelorn expression on Grayson’s face.

He willed himself to look away, reluctantly analysing his decorated cookie, “I messed up the toning,” he scrunched up his nose.

She peered over his shoulder, her jaw dropping. It was like a piece of world class artwork.

“How could you correlate that with messing up,” she scoffed.

“What?”

“Like okay Picasso,” she rolled her eyes playfully, “don’t show off or anything.”

“Sorry I can’t help that I’m naturally talented,” he teased.

“Yeah and naturally modest,” she countered with a smirk.

He laughed, a real belly laugh.

“Besides didn’t you just say you messed up the toning?” Mira raised a challenging eyebrow.

Something flickered over his expression, “don’t look at that bit,” he muttered quickly.

“Honestly I have no idea what the toning is so we’re good,” she smiled, then her voice softened, “it’s amazing.”

“Thank you,” he said tenderly, wrapping an arm around her waist.

She grinned down at him, then turned back to the table, “okay, how do we make mine still look good…” she tapped her bottom lip in thought, “…ooo I know! Just don’t put yours next to mine and mine will look fine.”

“Good idea,” he winked, still teasing her.

“I mean it’s not my fault your grandfather had you have private art lessons with a fancy french artist,” Mira defended, eyeing the cookies again.

“Are you jealous, princess?” Grayson asked her, his mouth twisting into a knowing smirk as he stood up.

“Hah you wish!” she retorted, then paused, “yeah I totally am, I mean would you look at that! It’s breathtaking.”

“Like someone else I know,” he replied quietly, eyes flitting to her lips, as he placed his hands gently on her waist.

“You know,” she said slowly, almost cautiously, “I think you flirt more than Jameson.”

“Woah,” he replied quickly, “take that back.”

“Or what,” she dared to ask, in a low hum.

“Or…” he pondered, their faces inches away from each others, “I’ll hide your phone so you can’t watch that stupid edit of Glen Powell.”

Grayson expected her face to fall flat, but she barely moved a muscle. In fact, she looked slightly angry.

“One,” she said sharply, raising one finger up, “it is not stupid, it is a masterpiece. Do not insult my cowboy.”

He raised his eyebrows.

“And two,” she continued, a second finger going up, “bold of you to assume I don’t have copies of ‘The Edit’ that don’t require my phone to play them.”

“Fine,” he snapped, a rare glimmer of mischief in his eyes, “I’ll take all of your copies of once upon a broken heart.”

“Even the special editions?” she rushed.

“Especially the special editions,” he grinned wickedly.

She narrowed her eyes at him and scowled, “I’m dating an evil man.”

“It’s not my fault you’re attracted to villains,” he shrugged.

“Fine,” she grumbled, “I take it back, happy?”

“Extremely, princess,” Grayson said, pressing a sweet kiss on her temple.

Mira analysed the cookies slowly, “you know what this needs?”

“No?”

She chewed on her bottom lip in a pathetic attempt to contain her excited smile, “hot chocolate.”

Grayson would be lying if he said he was surprised. He folded his arms and leant on the counter behind him, raising a sharp blonde eyebrow, “oh yeah?”

“I think so,” she nodded enthusiastically.

“You’re not making it this time,” he deadpanned, getting the pan out.

“Okay so I burnt it once,” she scoffed, “and I’m banned completely?”

“Yes,” he replied bluntly.

“It was your fault I burnt it anyway,” Mira said, glaring at him, though her glare didn’t nearly threaten Grayson so much as it made him laugh. She was adorable.

“How was it my fault?” he asked, almost sounding offended.

“You were stood in the kitchen shirtless,” she countered, “obviously distracting me, causing me to burn it.”

“Sorry,” he replied smoothly, “I suppose I won’t take my shirt off anymore then.”

Mira’s eyes widened in panic, “that is not what I said!”

He laughed, a full laugh, kissing the top of her head, “I love you.”

“You’re lucky I still love you after that,” she said, narrowing her eyes at him, “not funny by the way.”

“I’m amused,” Grayson responded, with a smug sort of grin on his face that he seemed to have stolen from his brother.

“You’re the only one Blondie,” she scowled.

“Blondie?” he sighed, “we’ve really gone back there!”

“You pushed me over the edge today,” she responded, looking away from him.

Blondie had been a nickname she’d given to Grayson when they’d first met, initially it was used to annoy him completely, but it had melted into something of an affectionate tease.

“What toppings would you like on your hot chocolate?” he asked.

“The usual please,” she replied.

“I still think you’re mental for this by the way,” he rolled his eyes, grabbing the whipped cream, marshmallows and peppermints.

“That’s because you’re being all boring and broody with your plain semisweet hot chocolate,” she tusked, making a face as she listed his preference.

“It’s good!” he defended opting for a whiny tone.

“Oh we all know that is absolute lie!” Mira said, immediately calling his bluff.

In her eyes, anyone who liked boring flavours was a psychopath.

“Sorry I don’t want tooth decay,” he scoffed, “I mean all yours needs is a gingerbread house on top of it and voila it’ll break a record.”

“Maybe next time I will put a gingerbread house on top,” she countered, her eyes practically glittering, “at least my drink has personality!”

“It’s a drink,” he replied exasperated, “drinks don’t have personality.”

She gasped, “meanie, you are a meanie. I’m going to divorce you, take all of your money and run off to marry Glen Powell!”

“We’re not married, princess,” he reminded her in a deadpan.

“I know people who can forge me the legal documents,” she shrugged.

Grayson sighed, pouring the freshly made hot chocolate into a mug, “Gigi wouldn’t go against her own brother.”

“If I bargained with a kitten she so would,” Mira replied, “besides you forget how close we are.”

“You two spend too much time together,” he said adding the whipped cream and marshmallows, “it’s dangerous.”

“You’re such a drama queen,” she rolled her eyes.

“Me? A drama queen!” he gaped, sprinkling the crushed peppermint on top of the whipped cream.

“Please,” she scoffed, “everyone says it!”

He paused, “everyone?” he asked in a small voice, smaller than he’d intended.

“Don’t worry,” she smiled softly, “it’s a Grayson perk.”

“A Grayson perk?” he questioned, wondering if he even wanted to know.

“Mhmmm,” she nodded, humming in reply, “I made a list of things that are Grayson perks and it’s on the list.”

“Can I see said list?” he said.

“Absolutely not,” Mira snapped, shaking her head vigorously, “it’s top secret!”

“So Gigi’s seen it,” Grayson deadpanned.

“Well duh,” she rolled her eyes.

He sighed wracking his brain for what he could do to get to see this list.

“What if I buy you each a cat,” he persuaded, “will you show me then?”

Mira paused and considered the option for a second, she imagined her and Gigi getting cats from the same litter and giving them rhyming names. She smiled at the thought of another cat edition to the family but she wanted to see how far the bargain could go. She wasn’t going to give up the list that easily.

“Two cats?” she proposed, shyly flashing him a smile.

“Mira,” he sighed, running a hand through his hair, “we already have two cats.”

“They need friends!” she protested, batting her eyelashes in attempts to win him over as she followed him to the living room again.

“No more,” he said softly, passing her the hot chocolate.

“You’re boring,” she chastised, slumping down on the sofa.

He shrugged slightly, “and you’re crazy.”

“For Glenn Powell,” she winked.

Grayson’s expression went flat and the disgust was evident the gray iris of his eyes, “must you keep bringing him up?”

“Last time I promise,” Mira replied with a giggle.

Grayson turned to look at her, his gaze lingered for a moment before the words left his lips in barely a breath, “I love you.”

“Not as much as I love you,” she replied, cupping his face in her tender hands.

The grandfather clock in the corner suddenly cried out, alerting everyone that midnight had finally arrived.

“Merry Christmas Mira,” he whispered, kissing the top of her nose.

“Merry Christmas Gray,” she murmured back.

THANK YOU SO SO SO MUCHHH MIRA FOR BEING SUCH A LOVELY, AMAZING, KIND FRIEND!! I HOPE YOU FIND YOURSELF A COWBOY ONE DAY WHO TREATS YOU LIKE HIS WHOLE WORLD AND MORE 😘😘

love from bella xx

[oh-no-its-dragons]

Baby Names

And then @suebswrites also prompted me for "naming children after the war" which actually dovetailed nicely with a conversation @sarcasticmothwrites and I had the other day. 600 words of Riorgail fluff.

"Twins, Violence? You never cease to amaze me."

"You say that like I did it all by myself," she laughed. "Okay so... names."

"Do we need to have this conversation now? I expect we have some time."

"And I expect *everyone* will have their own opinions so we might want to get ahead of them."

Xaden laughed. "And brilliant too, of course. Very well. I have one name in mind immediately. Did Andarna tell you which sorts of names we should be picking?"

"She's pretty sure they're a boy and a girl. And I have one name in mind too, but... well."

"It's probably the same one, is that what you're thinking? I don't have to read your mind to guess that one. Liam."

"Yes, that's the easy one. I've got no idea what to name a girl, though."

"What would sound good with Liam?"

"Not Lilith," Violet shuddered. "That'd be too complicated even if she'd just been my mother."

"I appreciate you taking that out of my hands," Xaden nodded. "Was that the one you're worried about other people having opinions about?"

"One of them. But if Mira thinks a child should be named after Mom, she can have one of her own. Besides, if I was naming someone in honor of a parent, it'd be my father."

"Maybe the next one," Xaden kissed the top of her head.

She laughed. "Don't get ahead of yourself, I'm not sure how well my body's going to handle *one* pregnancy, let alone more than that."

Xaden stilled. "Are you..."

"Oh, I want this. It'll hurt, but I did the math and I think the calculus works out that it'll be worth it in the end."

"So we're back to names," he changed the subject. He'd gotten used to the way Violet talked about her pain, but still struggled with accepting that it was a problem he couldn't solve for her. "Is there anyone else...?"

They both paused, thinking about those they'd lost in the war. A few suggestions tossed back and forth, but there weren't any clear answers like Liam had been, and Violet felt oddly superstitious about naming one after someone living when the other was named in honor of someone dead.

"Maybe we need to think about an entirely different angle. You're named for a flower, what about something like Lily? That would sound good with Liam," Xaden suggested.

"No flowers," Violet grumbled. "I got enough of that before I entered the Quadrant, people assuming I liked the flower as if I'd names myself after it. It's one thing when it comes from someone who means it, but too many people don't."

"No flowers," Xaden liked the flustered anger in her eyes about it, though, and he kissed her again. "Maybe this can wait a few days, at least. We don't have to tell anyone until your ready. The right name will come to us."

Violet leaned into him as his hands reached down to cup her ass, then shook her head. "No good. I'm still thinking about it."

Xaden managed to make a sound half way between a groan and a laugh.

"Does your family have any naming traditions," she prompted. "I know your mom is... Did you have a grandmother you were close to or anything?"

"Bodhi's mother was the only figure I really had and considering he's talking about starting his own family I wouldn't want to without asking him."

"Oh absolutely." Violet sighed. "If only there was someone who was as obvious a choice as Liam."

"I'm fairly certain the only person you spent as much time thinking about was Lyra of Morraine, and that was because you spent so long in her journal," Xaden said, and then Violet looked at him.

"Lyra and Liam?"

"You don't think it's too much, do you?"

"No, I think it's perfect."

"Excellent," Xaden agreed, picking her up to kiss her again. "Now then, is your mind clear enough to celebrate...?"