#canche

[drabbles-mc]

Trustfall

Canche x GN!Reader

Warnings: 18+, language, light angst

With the help of This Prompt List by @creativepromptsforwriting and my trusty Wheel of Names with every character I’ve ever written for, I’m aiming to write a fic in 500 words or less every day of March.

Prompt: pattern

Word Count: 500

A/N: the way this is reminding me that i have a multichap for this man that's almost done. i need to finish that soon so i can post it and get it out of my drafts lmfao. anyway! enjoy this in the meantime!

It had been so much easier to compartmentalize your relationship with Canche when he was only in Santo Padre for a night or two. The pattern of push and pull was almost fun in a way because it wasn’t a constant. There were no obligations, no worries.

But ever since the night the Yuma charter stormed the clubhouse, it seemed as though he’d taken up residency there. It was rare for you to walk in and not see him, when it used to be the exact opposite.

Even before everything that had happened, the most you and Canche would give each other in front of people were small smiles and knowing glances—the real exchanges always happening after hours and behind closed doors. But these days you couldn’t help but to wonder if he ever even realized you were there. He didn’t owe you anything—that was part of the deal. Still, you couldn’t help but to find it a little strange.

Your night was over even though there were still plenty of men lingering. Marcus had given you the okay to head home and you weren’t looking to argue about it.  You slipped quietly out the side door to get to your car around back.

You were about to unlock your car when you heard footsteps coming up behind you. Assuming it was one of the men from Santo Padre, you spoke before turning around. “Alvarez said that I’m good to go, so do whatev—”

Canche cut your sentence short with a hand on your hip. He turned you around to face him and pinned you back against the driver’s door of your car. Despite his hand still resting on you, he left a sliver of space between you.

You let the back of your head rest against the window of your car. “Was starting to think you just didn’t recognize me anymore.”

“Part of me doesn’t.”

Your brows knit, tied together with confusion and frustration. “What the fuck’s that sup—”

“You thought it was going to be the same? After all the shit that went down?” His grip on your hip tightened. “Shit you didn’t bother telling me about?”

You put your hand between you. “You think they bothered to tell me about any of it?” You scoffed. “Not like you gave me the heads-up when your guys wanted to turn my clubhouse into fucking Swiss cheese.”

A smirk flickered across his face. “Your clubhouse?”

You rolled your eyes. “You know what I mean.” You paused. “What do you want, Canche?”

“We’re gonna be here for a while. It’d be nice to have someone around that I can stand,” his grip eased, “that I can trust.”

“I didn’t think trust really had anything to do with this.”

His lips curled up for a moment. “It didn’t. Maybe it should.”

You finally let your hand rest against the leather of his kutte. “Maybe.” You felt his tense muscles ease and you nodded towards your car. “C’mon, then.”

[mayans-mc]

canche

[postcard-from-the-past]

Greetings from Bouret-sur-Canche, Picardy region of France

French vintage postcard, mailed to Paris

[primepaginequotidiani]

PRIMA PAGINA Corriere Umbria di Oggi venerdì, 20 settembre 2024

[kingballer22]

Canche Imagine

Y/n had always been intrigued by Canche, biker and local legend in their small town. He had a reputation for being dangerous and wild, but there was also something about him that drew y/n in. Perhaps it was his intensity or his calculating nature; whatever it was, it captivated her in a way no other man ever had.

One night, a chance meeting led to of them talking, and when she looked into his dark eyes, something inside of her shifted. That night, Canche asked her out and, though she was scared, she accepted. Little did she know that one date would turn into a whirlwind romance as their love only seemed to grow deeper and stronger with each passing day.

The couple soon became inseparable, and Canche proposed after only six months of being together. Even though everyone around them cautioned against marrying so young and so quickly, y/n denied them all as Canche was the only person who made her feel safe and wanted.

Though things seemed perfect on the outside, there was a darkness within their marriage that was almost too much to bear. It seemed as though Canche was almost constantly sad, and he began to take all of his melancholy out on y/n. He loved her, sure, but he had a cruel and sadistic side that came out when he was feeling down. But in spite of all this, y/n stayed by Canche's side even through the hardest of times.

But then something changed. The couple welcomed a newborn baby into their lives, and Canche's attitude towards his family began to shift. He was no longer brooding and depressed, and he showered them both with love and attention. Through the power of his love and devotion, he seemed to have found a way to keep his dark side at bay and truly cherish the life he had built for himself.

Y/n had always loved and admired Canche, but she never could have imagined just how much he loved her and their child in return. Despite her initial reservations, y/n found herself overwhelmed with a love for her husband that was even greater than before, and she was thankful that after all their struggles they had found a way to make it work.

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I’m going to be honest… I wasn’t a big fan of Canche. However… 😌I HAVE to write about him. I still liked him more than Emily. Don’t hesitate to ask for a request or anything. If I don’t know about what you want me to write I will try my best. Anyway have a great night lovelies!!❤️

[fathersonholygore]

Mayans M.C. 3x10: "Chapter the Last, Nothing More to Write"

Mayans M.C. 3×10: “Chapter the Last, Nothing More to Write”

FX’s Mayans M.C. 3×10: “Chapter the Last, Nothing More to Write” Directed by Elgin James Written by James & Debra Moore Munoz * For a recap & review of 3×09, click here. * For a recap & review of 4×01, click here. EZ remembers his mother Marisol. They were looking at a book of paintings together when a bird flew into their window and stunned itself. Marisol and little EZ went outdoors, so she…

[raskolnicore]

la manera en la que hoy rebbloguee algo de max acá en mi blog principal y quedó dnf por primera vez en 2 años soy realmente la peor mufa que haya existido en la historia de los deportes

[tolookbeyondtheglory]

Family Room - Contemporary Family Room

[random-brushstrokes]

Frits Thaulow - The River Canche near Montreuil-sur-Mer (n.d.)

[drabbles-mc]

dedicating NaNo to my wips has resulted in a battle that is essentially me vs all the longfics for characters that i said i don't like 😂 idk why i do this shit to myself lmaooooo

[bullet-prooflove]

Postcards: Manny x Reader

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Ties in with Times Are Changing

Manny thinks of you often. His days are full of club business and adhering to elementary school schedules, but his nights are full of you. The feel of your skin pressing against his as he makes you say his name in that sinful way of yours, how tight you grip him when you come on his cock. He jerks off in the shower fantasising about it.  

More than anything, he thinks of that breathless laugh of yours when he drew you to him that night in the Casino, the way the glow of the fireplace illuminated your skin as you dozed on his chest after the whiskey tasting.

When he receives that postcard from Thailand, he smiles to himself because he knows that you’re thinking about him too. You’ve written your phone number on the bottom and signed it with a kiss. He snaps a picture of it on his fridge before Whatsapping it to you with the words ‘Where to next?’

He receives a text later on in the evening with a picture of Tokyo Tower followed by several Japanses flag emojis. He checks the time difference on his phone, it’s your morning over in Thailand, you’ve just gotten up. He finally puts his phone down at midnight because he needs to be up early to take his daughter Melina to school.

Sweet dreams, you text him and that night he dreams of you in his bed, his fingertips ghosting over the tattoos that decorate your body.

It becomes the highlight of his day after spending time with Melina. Things with the club are complicated. Canche’s death has highlighted some discrepancies with their accounting, Downer’s still chasing down the missing money whilst Bishop is putting pressure on them to buy into the pipeline because Santo Padre are going completely legit.

On top of that there’s been a change of leadership in Stockton after Ramos orchestrated an attack on Nestor Oceteva and his girl. The ramifications of it have sent shockwaves through all the charters due to a change of bylaws by El Padrino. Manny’s lucky, his club are more tolerant and open minded compared to some of the others, his members have always treated their women with respect, it’s the other part some of them are having trouble with. Manny believes in tolerance; he welcomes the change.

Your communications are a reprieve from all of this. He thinks you must be able to sense he’s having a bad day because you video call him that night. It’s the first time the two of you have spoken face to face since you parted in Lake Tahoe. You’re in a hotel room in Japan, the sun shining in through the window when you appear on the screen. He finds the weight in his chest loosen just a little when he sees you.

“Hey.” He says softly.

You’re still as pretty as the day you left; he can tell you’ve just woken up. You have a mug of coffee cradled to your chest and your hair pulled back into a messy bun.

“You wanna talk about it?” You ask him. His lips purse together grimly because he can’t and that was always the point of contention between him and his ex. He could never discuss what happened with the club but she would see the fall out from it. He’d withdrawn from her, so he didn’t have to see the hurt in her eyes everytime he refused her.

“Club business.” He says, his voice rough.

Already he can see how this ends. His silence will be the thing that kills it, the same way it did his marriage. He wonders if it’s better to cut off contact completely because already he knows he’s falling in love with you. That it started in Lake Tahoe and now it’s playing out in the months that follow.

“Ok.” You say, leaning back against the headboard. “Tell me what you and Melina got up to instead.”

He’s surprised by the change of topic, but he welcomes it. He explains how excited she is about the science fair, that he has no idea where she got that enthusiasm from. The two of you discuss STEM programs, how the world needs more female pioneers. You make him promise to send you the video of her ‘Elephant’s Toothpaste’ experiment before you hang up. He goes to bed with a smile on his face and a lighter heart.

When the postcard from Japan arrives a few days later, his fingers trace over the writing as he studies the message you’ve written.

Twenty Third of February – Los Angeles x

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[tgrailwar-zero]

I think you're awesome, Max! I'm really glad we got to meet you. And even if you say you're 'just a conceptual mana battery', I'd still like to consider you a friend. I mean, if that's acceptable for you?

MAXWELL: "Thank you. I think after such a harrowing experience, 'friendship' is a perfectly reasonable step for our relationship. And speaking of friends, let's get going. I'm sure your companions are waiting."

He began walking you out, as you followed a series of chambers and hallways before reaching the outside. The evening air brushed against you, and there was a sense of freedom that came with it. You heard the sound of people in the distance, the streets still busy. It wasn't too late.

MAXWELL: "Welcome to Downtown. This facility connects to a few zones, so I just took you down the path that pops you back into the Megalopolis. The others should be out here too."

MAXWELL: "...A concept like me? I'm sure you'd get more from summoning my father as a Servant, if that's even possible. But... well, maybe we both have things to discover about ourselves."

MAXWELL: "It's been a pleasure. I'd love to stay and chat longer, but I've done plenty of that already and I was given a rather urgent task."

He shook your hand, before heading off casually. He paused, turning around.

MAXWELL: "...I'm sure we'll meet again, so take care of yourselves."

After that and a friendly wave, he was gone.

You saw RULER and INVADER sitting quietly on the steps, the two of them looking over as you approached. They both got to their feet as you were guided in.

GIUSEPPE: "So, it ended up working out perfectly fine. Good. Are you ready to head out?"

He seemed rather casual- but it made sense. You were currently fine, so whatever issue had occurred must have worked itself out.

...The goddess standing next to him, however, seemed less calm.

KUKULKAN: "Fine? ¡Ni madres, canche! They were gone! For a second, but that's one second more than what should have happened!"

It seemed as if the Beastmaster's kill absolutely registered with your Servants.

She stomped forward. You could swear you could feel the ground shake with each footstep.

You were expecting a scolding from CONSTANTINE, but she seemed determined to do it for him. As you prepared yourself for the inevitable storm, she reached out and pulled you into an incredibly tight hug for a few moments. She felt warm, like laying in a field on a sunny day.

KUKULKAN: "Gracias a Malla, estáis todas bien…"

She released the hug, stepping back. You were suddenly firmly grabbed by the wrist, as she waggled your hand back and forth in front of your face. You saw the glowing purple sigil that signified your contract, her Command Spells, appear faintly on the back.

KUKULKAN: "Re-mem-ber. If you ever feel in danger, you use this and I'll be there in a flash, ¿comprenden?"

She said, her tone gentle yet serious.

[cliozaur]

The one from which we discover that Valjean was involved in investments in regional industry. He “supported with his credit and his funds the linen factory at Boulogne, the flax-spinning industry at Frévent, and the hydraulic manufacture of cloth at Boubers-sur-Canche.” So, It’s no surprise that the regions’ dignitaries know the name of M. Madeleine. However, he himself seems to be dissociating from his new name, and Hugo emphasizes this, saying, ”The unhappy man whose history we are relating” dropping any name for Valjean, and from this point until the end of the chapter, Hugo refers to Valjean only as “he.” All his actions, except for leaving the court, appear as if unconscious, Valjean seems to act against his will, driven by a soul-buying contract. A doorknob looking at him with an eye of a tiger adds an eerie touch – Javert, is it you there? ­

[doodle-photos]

Two juvenile moorhens feeding each other. Taken at The Canch, June 2024.

[rpmaniac]

Les Simserables - M-sur-M

Montreuil-sur-Mer. A small picturesque town in northern France, despite its name not on the coast but about 10 km inland. The suffix was added mainly to distinguish it from other towns by the same name, and derives from the town port on the river Canche, where boats travelling up the river from the English Channel would stop.

[spaghettificationandpretzels]

A Gentle Kind Of Love Masterlist

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Mayans MC Masterlist

Contains: Fluff, angst, longing, pining and yearning, Angel being a shit-stirrer, Manny being dumb, cats, violence, mentions of drugs and drug addiction, shooting and death, Canche, smut. There will be more, and I'll do my best to tag chapter by chapter, please don't hesitate to tell me if I've missed something.

More than one emoji dictates how graphic it is. Smut💦 Angst😨 Fluff ❤ Violence🔪 Gore🤢 Medical/forensic💉 Triggering material🚩

You and Coco meet overseas when you are doing aid work. When you move to Santo Padre to settle down, your life changes forever when you and Manny strike up a friendship.

Part One - Oh Hello❤❤😨

Part Two - There's Gotta Be Some Butterflies Somewhere.😨❤❤

Part Three - Been Known in is Aching😨❤😨❤

Part Four - On Yearning❤😨😨

Part Five - Like Real People Do😨❤😨❤

Part Six - I Adore You😨❤💦

Epilogue - Fell in Love with the Fire Long Ago❤💦❤💦