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jovieinramshackle · 2 months ago

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𝕁𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕒 𝔼𝕟𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕒 🎀 - ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕀𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕠

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A girl who stands out compared to the rest of the students. She plays the part of a childish, heedless airhead. However, there are moments of them showing her true scope of power and intelligence, catching others off guard.

Jovie came to NRC as a national student with the goal of gaining new experiences and knowledge by enrolling in a school vastly different from what she knows. After numerous attempts to convince her mother to study abroad, she eventually gave in and allowed her to go to the school she was more familiar with: Night Raven College. Jovie was never properly put in a dorm from the dark mirror but was eventually placed in Octavinelle before moving to Ramshackle after book 3.

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Grade/Class: Somophrone/Class C (No. 34) Birthday: March 1 (Pisces) Age: 17 Height: 158cm (164cm w/ heels) Dominant Hand: Right Homeland: Wicked Grove Club: Pop Music Club Best Subject: Practical Magic Hobbies: Roller Skating Pet Peeves: Mornings Favourite Food: Stew (any kind of it) Least Favourite Food: Sugary Sweets (prefers homemade baked goods) Talent: Singing

🎀 Non-Binary (she/they) and Bisexual. Enjoys alternative feminine gender expressions and terms, but is surprisingly good at passing as a guy.

🎀 Prefers being called "Jovie" rather than her full name, mainly because her mother uses her full name to scold her.

🎀 Has a mother (Aethelfred "Aethel" Enspellika) and a younger sister (Thalia Enspellika), her father (Babis Enspellika) passed away when she was young.

🎀 Her sister doesn't like the idea of Jovie having a boy/girlfriend due to having a bad ex.

🎀 Has a black cat as a pet in the hometown named Minx. He's quite skrunkly and scaredy, as he was found on the streets as a baby.

🎀 Instead of a regular school, Jovie's hometown has teams/covens of students/witches separated by skills instead of age. They focus way more on the practical side of magic and traditional witchcraft (note: "witch" is gender-neutral, there are plenty of male/masc witches in her homeland, and there is a lack of gender hierarchy in their culture.)

🎀 Jovie was the youngest (the only minor) in her team, making her an exceptional witch but troublesome to work with.

🎀 Has been taking singing lessons from a young age, mainly to help her control her Signature Spell. Although she has developed a genuine love for singing and song-making.

🎀 In her town Jovie had a drastically different sleeping schedule, going to sleep earlier in the morning and waking up in the evening (this is because they practice most of their magic during the night) so the transition from that to waking up early in the morning was a struggle.

🎀 Owns a trusty book given to her by her mother, which has been in their family's possession for generations. She got it for help when they moved to Night Raven College. They're bad at memorising, so she makes sure they always carry it with her.

🎀 She used to help with looking after the children in the town, so they have decent experience with babysitting.

🎀 Has a soft spot for the Ramshackle Prefect, regardless of their dynamic/universe. Even bigger soft spot for Grim because he reminds them of her cat.

🎀 Far stronger than what they look. Once they provoked Flody and wrestled with him (ended in a tie). Similarly, they fight like a beast if angered, despite coming off as charming and ditzy most of the time (classmates swear they've heard her hiss before).

General Relationships:

Notable relationships:

Pop Music Club (Cater/Kalim/Lilia): Her club members are the ones she considers her first genuine friends in NRC. Originally joined so she could work on her singing, the 4 quickly hit it off with their band dynamic, particularly her and Lilia for their love for Metal. Jovie is the main songwriter and duets with Cater.

Diasomnia: Unlike other groups of humans, Witches historically have had a good relationship with the Fae (helping them fight against the Silver Owl), Jovie's family is specifically well known in the Briar Valley's history. Upon finding out she's an Espellika, Malleus instructed Silver and Sebek to treat her with respect (especially after Sebek treated her like how he treats other humans). Lilia was acquainted with her great-great stm-stm grandparents.

Riddle: An overly strict guy who follows every rule and a girl who couldn't care less about authority...not exactly a match made in heaven. They tend to bicker a lot, and Jovie has gotten the collar from him on a few occasions. As Jovie got used to the new environment and learned she has to follow the rules sometimes, their relationship improved and became one of mutual respect (they still argue).

Vil: An unexpected friendship, but Jovie quickly started seeing Vil as an old brother figure. They have an interest in fashion and clothing, so she often went to him for advice/tips/etc. They eventually grow closer, and she seeks advice often from him.

Staff members: Most of the staff tends to have frustrations with Jovie due to her not being willing to listen to authority. Although, Vargas seemed to like her free spirit (and the fact she's an expert with the broom). Crewel and Trein recognise her talents but wish she would stop being so troublesome in class. In contrast, she and Sam hit it off pretty quickly with both having interests in "darker" forms of magic. He sometimes even hires her to perform readings for the students in his shop. On the other hand, Crowley tries his best to not commit violence against a student (jk). He's acquainted with her mother, and whenever something bad happens involving Jovie, he has to notify her mother which...often results in his getting an earful.

♡ Azul: I have another post that goes in-depth about her relationship with Azul (here). But to keep it simple, childhood friends who got reunited once they enrolled into NRC and are trying to manage their new relationship after the amount of changes they both had through their years apart.

Ramshackle Members (Rollo/Fellow/Giddle/Prefect/Grim): Jovie considers Ramshackle her "coven" (despite the one she supposedly is a part of back home) and is protective of it. She makes sure Giddle is taken care of, Fellow is catching up with his education, Rollo is adapting to the new environment etc. They are especially close to the Prefect and Grim, as they have been together in the same dorm post-book 3 (Jovie even joins the Prefect in book 6 to rescue Grim). Ramshackle helped Jovie realise that power without companionship is ultimately pointless.

(Will update with adding Skully once I finish reading the event)

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Design notes:

☆ Wanted her design to give more witchy vibes, so I gave her a dress that was inspired by the ones the Sanderson sisters wore (like...a modern version of them)

☆ Stockings and boots similar to the ones Winifred Sanderson wears. Also wears heels to feel less short LMAO.

☆ A mole on the left side of her mouth, it references the mole Sarah Sanderson has (she also jokes about matching with Azul).

☆ Her bob haircut was inspired by how I used to make my hair a few years ago. She also paints her own nails.

☆ Fishnets, a small reference to the ones the Sister wore, but also because I find them cool.

☆ The bow she wears is enchanted and can transform into a hat and cape (for flying), a gift from her father. Not inspired by anything, I just like the idea of her having a shape-shifting bow (and I just like bows).

☆ The ✨ feeling ✨ is just when butterflies hit her stomach (we blame Azul for that).

☆ Her name "Jovelina" (jove-leen-a) is (I think) made up, I modelled it after "Jovie". "Enspell" means to cast a spell, I just added the Greek suffix "-ika" at the end.

☆ Fun fact: Due to being my ex-persona (made her an oc after I realised I'm transmasc) she and I share the same birthday and height. That's also why we share some similar traits in personality (cute aggression say hello).

Author's note: Something possessed me and forced me to make this post in a day while sick hi hey hello. Finally introducing my problem child to yall isn't she awful/j (I love my daughter I swear). Also please forgive any misspellings or awkward wording I'm severely illiterate/j (dyslexic).

Note that if you wanna ask questions about Jovie my inbox is ALWAYS open (unless said otherwise) for anything!

("Will you do one for your sona or Jess-" shhh let me find another unknown being to possess me again first)

tag list: @ramshacklerumble @thehollowwriter @summerspook @scint1llat3 @skriblee-ksk

@cyanide-latte @twistedwonderlandshenanigans @oya-oya-okay @viperbunnies (lmk/dm if you wanna be added)

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland oc #twst oc #not yuu/mc #jovelina enspellika #harry's art #harry's writing #jovieinramshackle #will probably do more posts going in-depth about her homeland/backstory/family whatever #I already have to finish the post about her relationship with Azul....sigh so much stuff to do yet so little time #gonna go rest now my shoulders are ACHING AND CRYING #also I'm allowed to make dyslexia jokes I'm diagnosed

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corralinesage · 25 days ago

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Learning you by heart (12/?)

I hope you guys enjoy the last days of the holidays!

Chapter 12: Christmas has come

You couldn’t tell how much time had passed, you and Natasha stuck in your own little world, lying on the couch as you processed the aftermath of all the pleasure and fun you had experienced. Natasha’s head rested over your bare lower abdomen, your upper back propped up against the armrest of the couch, hands in her messy, auburn hair. She lay completely still, arms hugging your lower half, eyes closed, breathing evenly. If you weren’t mistaken, she was on the verge of falling asleep, or perhaps she had already crossed over to the land of unconsciousness. Either way, you had no complaints. The pure silence was comforting in the warm glow of the Christmas lights, your mind wandering further the longer you played with Natasha’s hair, twirling the silky locks between your fingers. You felt happy. You really did, but there still was a certain ache inside you. You felt raw and torn open in a way you couldn’t quite explain. You felt intense comfort as you absorbed the atmosphere of the decorated living room around you. The air around you was serene, soothing. It felt as though time had frozen still as you held Natasha in your arms, processing the intensity of the emotion you felt in your chest. You felt a creeping sense of revelation at the back of your mind. Maybe the way you felt was what Christmas was all about. Maybe the feeling in your chest was why Natasha had found herself falling in love with Christmas despite initially finding it pointless.

Your eyes focused on a snow globe that sat on the coffee table, the little, red-nosed reindeer inside it looking majestic and proud. You knew the story of Rudolph, recalling how you had believed that reindeers could actually fly when you were in elementary school. You smiled at the memory, a wave of nostalgia curving the corners of your lips upward. You admired the light reflecting from the tinsel that decorated the TV stand before moving your eyes toward the windows, the lone angel statue that you and Natasha had used as a microphone looking your way, holding an open book in her hands, her white dress and golden wings capturing your attention for a moment. You recalled the memory of that joyous moment, the lyrics of the song you had duetted flashing through your mind. Your smile only widened. You would’ve continued to admire the angel, but the thought of Natasha made it impossible for you to ignore the weight of her head over your pelvis. You looked down at her sleeping form, your hand brushing back her thick, fluffy hair that was the most gorgeous shade of natural red you had ever seen. You uncovered the side of her face that was visible to you, admiring the blush that remained on her skin, her lower half covered up by a blanket to keep her warm. Her long lashes fluttered slightly against her rosy cheek, her features relaxed, lips slightly pursed in her position with her cheek squished against your belly.

She looked beautiful, her mere presence bringing a giddiness into your abdomen that you could never shake off around her, sometimes not even away from her. She made you want to be a part of the holiday traditions. She made you crave the comfort and love that surrounded Christmas. She made you want to participate, made you want to feel alive. She made you want to care about the silly decorations and the twinkly lights. She had coaxed you into taking part in traditions like mistletoe kisses and buying Christmas decorations. She had gotten you into baking, skating, and Christmas shopping. She had introduced you to a whole new world of aesthetics and emotions that had always been in your reach but you had always actively ignored. She had opened your eyes to the joy of letting go of your old habits and narrow mind to find something new and exciting, something unexpected, something good.

You mussed up Natasha’s hair with your hands, scraping your nails over her scalp as you gently pulled her closer to you, the weight of her body feeling immensely relaxing. You felt rather grounded to the moment in a way that made you fight back the weight of your eyelids. You wanted to savor the moment for as long as possible. You wanted to have the feeling of the weight and shape of Natasha’s body pressed up against your own forever ingrained into your memory, but you could already feel your mind sink into unconsciousness the longer you listened to Natasha’s even breathing in the warm glow of Christmas lights.

You might have dozed off eventually, but you only became aware of it when you heard a thud at the front door as if something heavy had been set down on the porch. The sound was followed by the jingle of keys rattling against the lock. Wanda was coming home. You nearly jumped up from the couch, jostling Natasha in the process as you shook her awake. As comfortable as you were with Wanda, you were not comfortable enough to allow her to witness you ass bare with a naked woman on top of you, both of you fucked out of your minds on a couch that Wanda and you shared daily.

“Come on, baby, up, up, up. Wanda’s home”, you hissed in a rushed whisper, prompting Natasha to collect her belongings from the floor. You saw the way she rubbed her groggy eyes with her fist, the adorable look on her face bringing a grin to your lips. She didn’t say anything, swiftly scooping up her dress, underwear, tights and her purse from the floor. You did the same, making sure Wanda was not going to find any soaked underwear hanging around in the living room before running up the stairs after Natasha just as the front door opened. You hurried into your room where Natasha had automatically headed, your gazes meeting, wild grins on your lips before quiet snickering filled your room.

“That was a close one”, Natasha mumbled, sinking to the edge of your bed, clearly groggy, longing to sink into the sheets.

“Yeah”, you chuckled as you moved to your closet to pull out towels for the both of you. Natasha plopped down onto her back on the bed, giving you a pleading look, but you dragged her into the shower anyway to get you both ready for the night.

You scrubbed Natasha clean with soap, allowing the warm water to ebb away the tension left in her muscles before wrapping her in a towel and sending her into your room with a kiss on the lips. She returned soon after, her towel still wrapped around her, her backside leaning against the bathroom sink, hand lazily moving a toothbrush in her mouth. You smiled fondly as you exited the shower, unable to resist coming to her side, your hand rising up to the back of her head to scratch her affectionately.

“Where’d you find a toothbrush?” You smirked at the way she tilted her head back to avoid getting toothpaste foam all over her chin.

“Purse. I had a feeling I might end up here”, she mumbled around the foam before bringing the brush back into her mouth to finish scrubbing the top row of her teeth. You couldn’t help but to grin. She had come prepared, she had expected to spend the night with you. With a whole new heat rushing to your cheeks, you grabbed your own toothbrush and joined her. It took you a little longer to finish up your nighttime routine, prompting Natasha to go back into your room. You could both hear Wanda moving about downstairs, so it was simply safer to avoid her altogether.

By the time you returned into your bedroom, Natasha was already in your sheets, trying her best not to fall asleep before you were in bed beside her, her heavy eyelids rolling down and back up ever so often. The duvet was pulled up to her ribs, her bare breasts donning a few dark red marks that you had sucked on her skin. You grinned a ridiculously wide grin at the sight, discarding your towel at the back of your desk chair before crawling beside her naked body. Natasha moved immediately, squirming a little, ready to nuzzle right into you if you’d only give her the chance. Your smile would’ve widened if it could have, but unfortunately your facial muscles could not stretch your lips any further. You turned to your bedside lamp, switching it off before wiggling under the covers. You felt Natasha’s hand on your body in the dark, her cold touch brushing over your stomach to find your side. She pulled you closer, scooting herself into your embrace with a few very adorable wiggles that made your body alert from excitement. You weren’t all that sure you could sleep a wink that night if your thrilled mind couldn’t slow down alongside your heated body. You were worn down and sleepy, yet you just simply couldn’t handle the excitement that Natasha brought you as her face pressed into your bare chest.

“Good night, baby”, you mumbled into her dry hair that remained in the messy bun she had tied her hair into to spare it from the spray of the shower. She mumbled her response into your warm chest, nuzzling closer, letting out an unintelligible grumble as she got comfortably settled in your embrace, purring at the way you began to stroke her back and arm. You arched into her, Natasha returning the movement with an adjustment of her body, both of you burrowing closer, simply feeling your bodies pressed up against one another. Your heart was beating out of rhythm in your chest, unable to ignore every little detail of her that you picked up on. The smell of her skin, the warm scent of your body wash blending in with her haircare products, bringing you the kind of elation that was hard to describe. You breathed her in, unable to get over her delicious scent. Her body felt warm and so alive beside you, any movement from her reminding you just how much you enjoyed her presence and enjoyed the intimacy between you. It felt ridiculous even to you, but you couldn’t help it when your mind was flooded with the very recent memories of some of the best sex you had ever had in your life.

The sole thought of it made your insides flutter weakly as if tired of being so active but unable to remain unaffected by the intensity of your emotions. You almost couldn’t process how everything you had done together, everything you had felt together. It felt like the beginning of something new, something exciting. Your dynamic, your entire relationship, was something unexpected, which made it all the more thrilling. Natasha moved in your embrace, her leg sliding between your own as if wishing to get even more tangled into your limbs. You smiled into the darkness of your room, allowing your hand to stroke her back a little lower beneath the duvet, your fingertips traveling down to the dimples on her lower back. Your smile only widened when you remembered the noises she had pulled out of you just with her mouth at the apex of your thighs, the heat in your body rising to your cheeks as you buried your face into Natasha’s hair, kissing her head. She reacted to it by hugging you tighter around your waist.

You felt like you could never relax enough to fall asleep whereas Natasha was fighting to stay awake. The juxtaposition was quite amusing, but it was also reflective of the difference between fresh infatuation and content love. Natasha knew you. She knew large parts of who you were. She knew your body, she knew your soul, she knew your personality despite any discrepancies between the old you and the new you. She felt safe around you, she could fully trust you, and she was finally back in your embrace, back in that feeling of safety that you had always brought her. No matter how hard she tried not to recall her old life and her old relationship with you, it was impossible not to compare you to who she had once known. She managed to compare every single aspect of you to a variant that no longer existed. It was both a blessing and a curse to find attributes that matched her previous perception of you. It was comforting, but it was also unnerving because she was stuck between worlds. She could not hold you up to the expectations that she had for you because it wasn’t fair. It wasn’t your job to be who Natasha was looking for. It wasn’t your job to fulfill her needs which she often got confused about because it was hard to remember that you weren’t the same person she fell in love with over a decade ago, especially as the gap between you and her was narrowing down to nothingness.

She felt the same way she always had when she had fallen asleep in your arms after a long night of loving each other in every way you knew how. It felt the same, yet it wasn’t, but Natasha couldn’t fight the intrinsic need to be held and cared for. She couldn’t pretend that her aching heart didn’t want your love and attention. It was impossible to refuse the warmth and softness of your body, the peace and relaxation that your proximity brought her. It was impossible to deny herself any kind of human connection after losing you and going through an emotional pain so visceral that she could compare it to open wounds from the battlefields she had paved through. She was far too weak to stand up on her own. She needed you. She craved you.

You fell asleep a few dozen minutes after her, your mind eventually calmed down enough to recognize the tranquility of the moment, your heavy eyelids sliding shut without you even really noticing to flutter open on Christmas morning to the sunlight that beamed through your window. You had forgotten to shut the curtains the night before, the gentle, white glow disturbing your sleep. You burrowed your face into Natasha’s breast to hide from the offense, your hand that was squeezing her breast like she was your trusty, little pillow, rubbing over her chest. You let out a small moan, Natasha’s hand finding your back to stroke. Her skin was wonderfully warm against your face, your entire body feeling so perfectly hot all around that you could only nuzzle closer to Natasha, your eyes remaining closed to savor any remnants of sleep.

“Good morning, detka (baby).” Her voice was low and raspy, enough to make you pull away to see her face. You lifted your head off her chest, her hand immediately finding the back of your head to let her fingers sink into your hair. You had a shy smile on your lips as you took in her sleepy eyes and groggy expression. She looked downright adorable, so irresistibly soft that you had to bite your lip to keep yourself from grinning.

“Good morning, love.” You wanted to cringe at the way you sounded but when you saw the look on Natasha’s face and the way her gaze dipped down to your lips, you suddenly felt a little less self-conscious for your hoarse voice. From what you could tell, it seemed to be welcomed with enthusiasm. She tucked some of your hair behind your ear with her free hand, her fingers gliding down your jaw as she admired your features. You felt your cheeks heat up from the intensity of her gaze, the hand in your hair rubbing down your spine simply to feel more of you.

“Did you sleep well?”

“Like a rock.” You let out a quiet chuckle.

“Any dreams?” She stroked your cheek with her thumb, not quite able to tear her eyes off you.

“No, I was completely wiped out.”

“Me too”, she hummed in a pleased tone, her hands moving to stroke your arms, prompting you to lie back down on her chest.

“Good”, you mumbled against her bare chest, kissing the curve of her breast as her arms tightened around you. She heard and felt you let out a long sigh. The room was silent for a while, sounds from downstairs carrying to your ears. You could tell Wanda was in the kitchen already, preparing food for her small Christmas party. You could smell something baking in the oven, but you couldn’t quite tell what it was, your focus shifting back to Natasha’s body as she carefully shifted beneath you, moving you to lie on top of her so that she could fully feel your weight on her and gain better access to your backside.

“Last night was…” You began quietly after a moment longer of the silence, Natasha’s hands stroking down your back to smooth over your round glutes, effectively reminding you of how good she had made you feel less than twelve hours ago.

“Oh, it was.” Natasha chuckled softly, her chest rumbling against your cheek. “Fuck”, she sighed quietly, shaking her head in disbelief. “It was amazing.”

“I’m not sure I can look you in the eye anymore”, you said jokingly, laughing at the little huff she let out.

“That can’t be. Then how will I get lost into your dreamy eyes?” You giggled at her sappy flirting.

“Shut up.”

“Make me”, she hummed a little smugly, guiding your head up by the chin so she could see your face. You held her gaze defiantly despite the heat that rose to your cheeks, despite the butterflies that tickled your insides, despite the weakness that you felt in your chest. “There they are.” She observed you slowly, carefully, allowing you to become increasingly aware of the way your breasts were pressed up against her bare skin. You wanted to look down at her rosy nipples, her blooming love marks, but you couldn’t give in so easily. Your eyes held her green ones, their depth making your heart stutter, your facial features threatening to lose their composure, but you fought back. You felt her fingers trace teasing circles into your lower back, goosebumps erupting over your skin. You felt the need to bite your lip as the heat on your cheeks grew nearly radiant, Natasha’s smirk widening slightly. The look on her face was so perfectly teasing yet alluring at the same time that you couldn’t help the way your lips pursed to hide your smile as you tucked your face into your shoulder in an attempt to hide your excitement and the giggle that threatened to tumble from your lips. You heard the huff of laughter that Natasha let out, her hands stroking up your back. “Cat got your tongue? I thought that I was supposed to shut up.”

“I’m… just thinking.” You could barely say it without giggling like an absolute fool.

“About?” Her hand came up to your face, trailing down your neck to your chest, smoothing over the irresistibly soft skin.

“Last night”, you mumbled a bit sheepishly, Natasha’s smirk widening into a grin.

“You want another round?” You let out a loud squeal when she rolled you into the sheets, her body covering your own as her mouth found your neck. You laughed loudly, your face full of her auburn hair that had come loose from the bun during the night. You arched up into her body just to feel it better, your arms hugging her close. Oh, you wanted ten more rounds, but you were starving and hoping to freshen up before Natasha’s lips would quite reach your own.

“The elves are watching”, you moaned when her teeth scraped over the skin of your neck, Natasha muffling her laughter into the juncture of your neck and shoulder. It made shivers run down your spine in the most pleasant way. She pulled back to see your grin, your gazes moving automatically to an elf decoration that Natasha had put on your nightstand days ago to “keep watch” just to tease you.

“Screw the elves.” She shook her head in amusement, reaching over to the side of the bed to turn the elf decoration around before burrowing her head right back into your neck as you laughed.

“Now, I’d rather not share”, you said in audible amusement, Natasha’s sweet laughter tickling your ear.

“Good. Me neither.” All you could do was let out a long sigh as you sank further into the bed, her kisses feeling undeniably good so early in the morning.

Nearly an hour later you and Natasha felt ready enough to get out of bed and go downstairs, lured in by the scent of gingerbread. The stereos were on, lively Christmas music playing in the background as Wanda bounced back and forth in the kitchen, going from one pot to another in the haste of cooking and baking for her party. She was wearing a morning robe, the scarlet, fluffy piece of clothing hanging loosely on her shoulders, her hair up in a bun at the back of her head, a few tendrils of hair that couldn’t quite reach the bun covering her neck. Under her robe she had her favorite Christmas pajamas that she always wore in December. The sight brought a smile to your face as you and Natasha descended down the final few steps. You tried your best to school your features as you entered the kitchen, but it took Wanda less than a fraction of a second for her gaze to drop down to you and Natasha’s joint hands. Wanda acquired a slightly amused smile onto her face.

“Good morning”, she hummed knowingly, failing to miss the giddy grin that found your face as you looked away toward the dining room table as if to inspect Wanda’s creations when in reality you were far too giddy about Natasha to even look Wanda in the eye. Your roommate and best friend had a truckload of giddy girl talk coming her way.

“Morning”, Natasha replied, moving to the sink to get herself some water as you lagged behind.

“How’d you sleep?” Wanda asked out of politeness, despite feeling like there was a huge chance that you and Natasha had spent the night doing something entirely different.

“Good.” You and Natasha spoke at the same time, glancing at each other in excitement.

“That’s great.” Wanda smiled to herself, moving to mix something in a pot on the stove before backing away from it to open the hatch of the oven. “I’m sorry about the mess. There’s room at the far end of the dinner table, just move the trays to the side a bit.” She pulled out another tray of gingerbread from the oven alongside a waft of steam and a delicious scent to go with it. “There are some croissants in the paper bag if you want any for breakfast.”

“Oh, that’s perfect. Thank you. We can eat in the living room so we’re not in the way.” You moved to the coffee maker to prepare it and turn it on before spinning around to see Natasha, an involuntary grin finding your face. She took a few steps closer to you, allowing you to grasp her hand to pull her closer. “Is there anything else you want for breakfast?” Natasha licked her lips, her eyes dipping down to the lace hem of your top that decorated your cleavage, your shoulders covered by a light pink robe, similarly to Wanda’s get up.

“There’s also rice pudding”, Wanda informed, shaking her head in utter bewilderment over how sappy you and Natasha were. You two had spent a total of sixty seconds in her kitchen and she had already witnessed giddy grins, lingering touches, and wandering hands and eyes. Natasha admittedly struggled to remove her gaze from your breasts after realizing that if she looked at the lace closely enough, she could see one of the love marks she had left behind peek through the intricate pattern of the fabric.

“I’d love some.” Natasha said it quietly, a dreamy smile on her lips as she finally managed to find your eyes again.

Wanda wasn’t sure she had ever witnessed such infatuation between two people. She would have gone as far as speculating the emotion that she had seen to be something even more intense. She had never seen you in love, but if she would have had to guess, she would said she was staring right into love’s delicate face. You were practically vibrating in a rather pure, almost childish way from how elated you were. Wanda could recall very few times she had encountered such a version of you. It was rather amusing, but also endearing to watch you make sure Natasha had her respective bowl of steaming rice pudding topped with sugar and cinnamon before you moved on to preparing your own serving. You ushered Natasha to the couch to find something to watch from the TV as you brought her coffee, her croissant, and chocolates to snack on. A part of it was your innate generosity and hospitality, but never had Wanda seen you do all of that with such an overwhelming pair of heart eyes on you. You were truly smitten, smitten in a way Wanda hadn’t expected from you. You had always been the colder of the two. You had been more cool headed and reasonable. Most of the time you hadn’t had the energy or faith to even believe in such a thing as love, yet there you were now, cuddled next to your woman eating breakfast on Christmas morning. Wanda rolled her eyes at the bruise that peeked from beneath your top, yet she couldn’t deny the joy it brought to her to know that you were happy, and you were in love.

Wanda didn’t know Natasha well, but it was rather obvious that the feeling was reciprocated maybe even doubly on her part. It didn’t take a detective or a spy to figure out that Natasha was right there with you in all those sappy feelings that filled the entire living room and most likely billowed out the windows and doors all the way to the streets of Manhattan. It was so obvious in the way Natasha looked at you, in the way she barely had the patience to refrain from fiddling with your clothes or your hand and actually eat her rice pudding. Wanda averted her gaze from the intimate movement to give you two your space, her attention shifting to her baking, but her mind remained on Natasha. Wanda had been feeling rather wary about Natasha’s presence and the feeling had only grown more intense after learning the truth about how exactly she had ended up in your life. Wanda was concerned and she had a good reason to be. Anyone with the ability to transcend the multiverse came with great power, although Wanda had to admit that she had a feeling it wasn’t Natasha who had said power, but someone else, someone who Wanda knew better than she perhaps realized.

There had been a dream. Wanda sometimes had those, most times, if she was honest. But this dream was a special kind. It wasn’t uncommon for Wanda to see elaborate dreams that were sometimes downright premonitions or other carefully and intricately constructed visions or messages. She often had conversations with people either from her past or from her future, and sometimes she even had conversations with herself. The specific dream that was on Wanda’s mind had happened months ago. She had already discussed it with you many times to make sense of it, but as she glanced back at Natasha and you on the couch again, she felt as though the dream was only then fully opening up to her, another piece clicking into place to help her understand her mysterious mind.

“Wanda, is that a Christmas tree?” You asked in utter shock when you had finally looked away from Natasha for longer than five seconds to realize that there was a very real spruce leaning against the wall at the entrance of the house, green and plump, bare from any decorations. Your slightly raised voice pulled Wanda out of her thoughts.

“Oh, yes! I was gonna ask you to help me decorate it.” She walked out of the kitchen to see you and Natasha, looking for your reaction to the suggestion. “Would you like to?”

“Absolutely.” You nodded your head immediately, Natasha’s eyes softening rather visibly to your enthusiasm toward anything Christmas related. “We’ve never had a real one before.”

“Yeah, I thought we were adult enough for a real one this year”, Wanda joked.

“So long, Grinch”, Natasha whispered to herself, biting her lip to hide her giddy smile. That tender look on her face lingered there as you nearly scarfed down your breakfast, pumped full of holiday cheer that had seemingly been missing for the entirety of December until that very moment. It was like you had woken up as a different person.

“I’ll help you set it up on the stand”, Wanda explained after your food had been finished as she came over with a metal stand meant for the spruce to keep it upright. “I also brought some decorations for it. They were on sale.” Wanda pointed toward two large shopping bags in the same spot that the tree had been sitting in.

“Did you find any good ones?” You asked in excitement, fetching the bags as Natasha and Wanda held up the tree at the far corner of the living room which was the only fitting spot for the tree that took up a surprising amount of room. You had had to move aside an armchair that usually sat there to ensure that the tree had a good amount of space around

it, so that it wouldn’t look crowded in its spot.

“I got lights, a few bauble sets, and some individual ornaments I liked.” Wanda crouched to the floor. “Can you hold it up for a second?” The question was directed at Natasha, who, lucky for Wanda, was fully capable of lifting up the spruce so that Wanda could slide the stand beneath the tree and ensure that the stump was snugly in the hole to avoid any accidents.

With Wanda and Natasha’s help, you unwrapped the lights that mimicked candles and wrapped them around the Christmas tree, followed by the new bauble sets that you got to unwrap shortly after. Wanda took care of her own ornaments that she had specifically picked out to cater to her style and liking while you and Natasha focused on evenly distributing the festive baubles all over the spruce. It was impossible not to take notice of the beautiful atmosphere created in the living room, your nose filled with the scent of gingerbread, the entire living room glinting with lights, decorated with gold, silver, tinsel, and red, while Christmas music played quietly in the background. You couldn’t explain the feeling that found your chest once more as you stared at the golden ball that you had just hung up on the branches, the delicate bauble bouncing slightly before settling into its place on the spruce. You admired the glitter leaves that decorated the shiny golden surface that reflected your face like a distorted mirror. You felt the kind of longing which you had never quite experienced before. It was a deep sense of gratitude, a deep, unyielding relief mixed with safety and comfort; a feeling that was very similar to the one from the previous night on the couch, but infinitely stronger.

“You alright?” Natasha murmured into your ear as she passed by you, her hand stroking your lower back affectionately after noticing you stare at the bauble just a little bit too long.

“Yes.” You could barely breathe out the word as you slowly pulled away from the mesmerizing bauble and went to the coffee table to pick up another one. Natasha’s hand came up to your forearm to slow you down, her eyes finding your own to inspect you, although the look on her face was rather inquiring instead of scrutinizing. Those green eyes roamed over your face for a moment until you smiled, the hand on your forearm moving slightly, her thumb stroking over the robe you wore. She returned the smile before leaning in, her lips pressing down on your own in a sweet kiss before she let you get back to work. The smile that you had given her stayed in its rightful place long after the kiss as bauble by bauble the tree filled up to slowly start to resemble a typical Christmas tree.

“It’s missing something”, Natasha hummed once you had all run out of decorations, standing in a row in front of the gallant tree, admiring it in all its glory.

“Oh, a star!” You turned to Wanda immediately. “Do we have a star?”

“Ah, yes!” She almost squealed in excitement. “I’ve got one that my grandma gifted me years ago before she passed. I never had a use for it. It was always too big for the fake trees, but… Let me go find it.” Wanda exited the room in an instant, nearly running upstairs.

“That’s not what I had in mind”, Natasha hummed, prompting you to turn to look at her with a frown of confusion on your face.

“No?”

“You’re missing a bauble”, she hummed with a knowing smirk on her lips as a look of understanding crossed your features. You didn’t say anything, a sheepish smile finding your lips when you recalled the ornament you had bought from the winter village, that memory followed by the excuse you had used to justify your purchase. She had known that you wouldn’t carry through with gifting Wanda the ornament, the look on Natasha’s face telling enough, but you didn’t bother to bicker about something so trivial, admitting to your stubbornness and giving up.

“I’ll go get it.”

The bauble was in your room, hanging from the knob of your closet door because it was the only place in your room where you could hang something. It sat there innocently, the red glass looking as beautiful as ever when you went to pick it up and take it downstairs. You lifted it up for Natasha to see as you made your way to her, smiling gently, both of you recalling the lovely day you had spent together at the winter village and then everything that had followed it, giving you a wonderful opportunity to reflect on all the ways in which you and Natasha had deepened your bond to one another. It was almost impossible for you to comprehend that in just a few weeks she had become such a beacon of light in your life. She had become someone meaningful without even trying, and somehow, the decoration seemed rather reflective of that. The bauble didn’t have to try to make light reflect the color of the glass in the most stunning way whenever a direct source of light reached it, it simply glowed on its own whenever light was near. You glanced at Natasha, feeling rather significant in the moment.

“Where should we hang it?” You both moved closer to the spruce, Natasha’s eyes scanning for a relatively vacant spot for the ornament.

“Somewhere at the top of the tree”, you suggested, moving your hand higher to see if there were any strong branches left that could support the weight of the glass.

“Here.” Natasha touched one of the stronger branches that pointed toward the ceiling at the top, gently testing its durability by pulling it down to see if it was strong and thick enough. You brought the bauble closer.

“I wanna do it together”, you said a bit shyly, perhaps slightly embarrassed for being so sappy, never mind the fact that it was because of Christmas, but Natasha simply smiled, leaning closer to press a kiss on your temple before lifting her hand up to join your own. You both placed the thin string of the bauble over the prickly branch of the Christmas tree, watching the sprig bend slightly but still remain upright. You grinned at the sight, taking a step back to be able to properly admire it before turning it Natasha. Your hands came up to cup her cheeks, tugging her right into a kiss so that you could somehow convey the feeling that was inside you. Her hands found your waist, caressing your body as her tongue glided over the seam of your lips to deepen the kiss. You parted your lips for her, allowing her access to your tongue. It made you feel weak, your heart stuttering in your chest, your body longing to be in her embrace. Her mouth was just as warm as it had been the night before, in bed the next morning, her velvety tongue coaxing out an insatiable need for her despite how gentle and slow the kisses were. You pecked her lips a few more times before pulling away just enough to be able to look her in the eyes, your thumbs stroking her smooth cheeks that were tinted with a blush.

“Merry Christmas”, you said in a gentle whisper that felt rather coy, but it made Natasha grin, nonetheless.

“Merry Christmas, Y/N.” She leaned in to kiss you again, the kiss firm and deep. She then pulled you into her embrace, hugging you simply to hold you, her hand cupping the back of your head to keep your face tucked into her neck. You took a deep breath, closing your eyes to fully enjoy every second of her touch as Natasha did the same, her soul screaming from the confusing juxtaposition of emotions that she struggled to make sense of. She loved you, she loved you so much, but she couldn’t stop thinking about why she couldn’t tell you that. She had everything that she wanted. She had you in her embrace, but it wouldn’t make the worries and anxieties she had go away. She was afraid of losing you, afraid of her own past, your past, and your future. Timelines and realities were getting blurry, her perception of both getting jumbled up in her memory. She was stuck, unsure of how to let go of her previous life to ensure safety and contentment in her new one. You gave her waist a tight squeeze as you hummed in satisfaction at the bliss you felt from her touch, the simple act dispelling Natasha’s momentary worries, prompting her to push aside her problems even just for that single day to be able to savor every last drop of the love she felt for you.

You pulled away from the hug when you heard Wanda walk down the stairs, both of you turning around to find out if she had found what she had been looking for. She held a beautiful star in her hands, the glittering, golden decoration made out of thin bars of metal to represent the beams of light coming from the star. The glitter-covered points overlapped, some longer, some shorter, to form a gorgeous star. It was flat and see-through in some parts, reminding you of a snowflake. You allowed Wanda to tie the star to the very tip of the tree, giving her some helpful guidance to make sure it wasn’t crooked, and just like that, Christmas had come.

“Merry Christmas”, Wanda hummed, giving you and Natasha a warm smile. She admired the tree for a moment longer before an alarm from the kitchen already demanded her attention. You lingered by the tree, allowing your fingers to caress your red bauble, your wandering gaze moving down to the rug that had been put beneath the tree to collect any needles that would fall off the sprigs.

“I have a gift for you”, you said quietly, your gaze moving away from the empty space beneath the tree. Natasha raised her brows at your words.

“So do I.” The look on her face told you that she had not expected you to get her anything, your own expression reflecting a similar reaction to her words.

“We should probably exchange gifts then”, you hummed with a small, giddy smirk on your lips.

You both got situated on the couch with your gifts, the Christmas tree shining brightly behind Natasha, giving her a wonderful opportunity to admire the way the gentle glow of the lights was reflected on your skin, your hair, your eyes. Natasha discarded a candy wrapper in her hands onto the table, focusing fully on your little gift exchange. You were humming along to White Christmas, your voice blending beautifully into the melody, accompanying it precisely.

“You go first, love”, you said suddenly, placing the gift onto Natasha’s lap. It was a small package wrapped up in Christmas paper that you had gotten from Wanda. “It’s nothing big but I just felt like I had to buy it for you.” Natasha smiled softly at you, her fingertips stroking the paper as if impatient to unwrap the gift. She gave you one more glance before slowly starting to peel the tape open from the sides to unravel the paper around the bubble-wrapped object inside. You observed her reaction carefully, anticipation invading your stomach as she discarded the wrinkled paper to the table, focusing on the bubble wrap next. She made sure to not rip the material, mindful of the fact that it was clear the contents were fragile. She gave you an excited, little smile before pulling the wrapping to the side to reveal a Christmas ornament inside. Natasha’s eyes widened in shock, her lips parting in a silent gasp at the sight, her hands gently cupping the piece of ceramic.

“I saw you looking at it at the market. I went back the other day to buy it.” Natasha’s silence was charged with emotion, her features softening at the angel she held in her hands. It was incredibly detailed, a young girl sitting in a pose with her knees tucked to her chest, arms hugging her bent legs, her gorgeous, feathered wings curved around her to protect her. Natasha could feel her hands tremble as she held the piece in her hands, her lower lip quivering slightly. She had to look away. She had once owned said statue. She had once cherished it dearly. She had once before received it from you. Natasha found it rather ironic how the alternate realities worked, how you could still gravitate toward the same things in both realities despite any discrepancies.

“Thank you.” Her voice was nothing but a frail whisper. “It’s beautiful.” She lifted her gaze up to meet your eyes, her smile almost hauntingly sorrowful. “I love it.” She brought the angel to her chest as if to hug it, holding it close as she leaned in to give you a kiss. You nearly teared up yourself despite not really knowing why. You felt so charged with emotion that even a speck of it on Natasha’s face was bound to cause a reaction in you.

“It just felt like you.” Natasha’s hand cupped your face, admiring your sheepish smile, the angel remaining in her hold even when you moved on to unwrapping your own gift. You had no clue what the package held inside, unsure of what kind of a gift giver Natasha was. It was exciting to see how she perceived you and what she thought of you when it came to gifts.

“I didn’t get you anything crazy”, Natasha chuckled quietly, hoping that you were going to appreciate her gift. It was a medium-sized box with a bow on top. You pulled apart the red ribbon with a simple tug, the slick fabric untying itself almost on its own. You pulled off the lid of the box, taking a peek inside to see what she had gotten you. The first thing your eyes landed on was a Christmas themed gingerbread mug that was undeniably adorable, the inside of the cup filled with candy canes. Beside the mug was a scented candle that smelled like cinnamon and clove, a pair of fluffy socks decorated with a pattern similar to a typical Christmas sweater, the inside lined with fur, and a small bottle of perfume. All the items were lying on top of dark red satin, prompting you to unload the contents of the box onto the couch to see what was at the bottom. You gave Natasha a look of utter shock from the thoughtfulness of the gift as you lifted up the satin to spread it open in front of you to get a better look at it.

“Oh”, you buried your face into the fabric to hide your reaction to the luxurious, satin sleep gown and its lace hemming. It was short, barely enough to fully cover your backside, and it had thin shoulder straps. It was rather sultry, but you were not one to complain.

“I thought you could use a Christmas starter set”, she chuckled. “Now that your career as the Grinch is over.”

“This was your plan all along, wasn’t it?” You asked teasingly, Natasha merely laughing.

“Hey, it’s not my fault you finally saw the light”, she retorted, shrugging her shoulders. It made you giggle, your smile only widening.

“I love it all.” You admired all the individual gifts, eyeing the Christmas themed items before your gaze returned to the sleepwear again. “This is so beautiful.” You allowed yourself to really feel the material as you fingered it gently, already able to imagine just how easily Natasha would slip that piece of fabric off you and place wet kisses down your bare chest. “Thank you”, you whispered, packing the items back into the box to avoid making a mess before your lips were once more on Natasha’s, expressing every ounce of gratitude you felt toward her.

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happygirl2oo2 · 8 months ago

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Queer Sports Romance Books Recs For Pride Month 🌈 (all are books I've either read or currently have on my own tbr list)

Hockey

Rookie Recovery (Bobcat Boys #1) by Jemma Croft and Lex Veia [mlm]

Vancouver Orcas interconnected series by Amy Aislin [mlm]

Hometown Hero (Whistleport Hockey #1) by Declan Rhodes [mlm]

Hockey Guys interconnected series by Sarina Bowen [mlm]

Prove It by Stephanie Hoyt [mlm]

Fake Boyfriend interconnected series by Eden Finley [mlm]

Caught off Guard by Catherine Cloud [mlm]

Chicago Thunder interconnected series by Jodi Oliver [mlm]

Don't Look Down (Best Laid Plans #1) by Jessica Ann [mlm]

Hockey Ever After interconnected series by Ashlyn Kane and Morgan James [mlm]

Love & Other Inconveniences by Catherine Cloud [mlm]

Time to Shine by Rachel Reid [mlm]

Relationship Goals interconnected series by Brigham Vaughn [mlm]

Light Up the Lamp by Kit Oliver [mlm]

Puckboys interconnected series by Eden Finley and Saxon James [mlm]

Hot Shot (Orlando Storm #1) by Marissa James [mlm]

Breakaway partially-interconnected series by E.L. Massey [mlm]

Delay of Game interconnected series by Hannah Henry [mlm]

Offsides interconnected series by J.J. Mulder [mlm]

Roughing (Portland Seabirds #1) by Michaela Grey [mlm]

Stick Side interconnected series by Amy Aislin [mlm]

Let's Do This (IFU Hockey #1) by Loren Leigh [mlm]

CU Hockey interconnected series by Eden Finley and Saxon James [mlm]

Back to Center (Mohegan U Hockey #2) by Ryan Taylor and Joshua Harwood [mlm]

Penalty Box interconnected series by Ari Baran [mlm]

Shenanigans (Brooklyn Hockey #6) by Sarina Bowen [m/f with a bi mc]

The Inside Edge by Ashlyn Kane [mlm]

Icebreaker by A. L. Graziadei [mlm]

Hockey Bois by A.L. Heard [mlm]

Three Is The Luckiest Number by Catherine Cloud [mlm]

Not Over You by Samantha Wayland [mlm]

Wake Up, Nat & Darcy by Kate Cochrane [wlw]

It's a Love/Skate Relationship by Carli J. Corson [wlw]

Off the Bench Duet Series by Kimberly Knight [mlm]

Twincerely Yours by Eden Finley [mlm]

Car Racing

Pole Position by Rebecca J. Caffery [mlm]

Lights Out Series interconnected series by various authors [mlm]

Fast Love (Fast Love #1) by Kerry Lockhart [wlw]

Driven By Passion (Gamble Racing #2) by Renee Dahlia [mlm]

Redline (Redline #1) by Emma Barlowe [mlm]

Furious by Jamie Pacton and Rebecca Podos [wlw]

Bowling

The 7-10 Split by Karmen Lee [wlw]

Baseball

The Prospects by KT Hoffman [mlm]

Batting Style by Louisa Masters [mlm]

You Should Be So Lucky by Cat Sebastian [mlm]

The Smile Has Left Your Eyes by Danielle Dawsen [mlm]

Volleyball

We Got the Beat by Jenna Miller [wlw]

Always More (Sports #1) by Nicole Pyland [wlw]

Roller derby

Mighty Millie Novak by Elizabeth Holden [wlw]

False Start by Santana Knox [wlw]

Basketball

How You Get the Girl by Anita Kelly [wlw]

Love and Sportsball (Atlanta Cannons #1) by Meka James [wlw]

Zone Defense interconnected series by Becca Seymour [mlm]

Fencing

Fence comic series by C.S. Pacat and Joanna the Mad [mlm]

Football

One Last Play by E.B. Neal [mlm]

Coming Out on the Sidelines by Dev Hahn [wlw]

Forward Entry (Sydney Swallows #1) by Aurora Crane [mlm]

The Game (Charleston Condors #2) by Beth Bolden

Atlanta Lightning interconnected series by Riley Hart [mlm]

Fumbled Past (San Diego Seals #2) by Cecelia Storm [mlm]

Onside Kiss (Domingo #1) by Octavia Jensen [mlm]

You Started It (Fan Service Series #3) by Hinsel Meyer [mlm]

Tigers and Devils (Tigers and Devils #1) by Sean Kennedy [mlm]

Roosevelt College interconnected series by Christina Lee [mlm]

You & Me by Tal Bauer [mlm]

Crushing on the Quarterback by Baylin Crow [mlm]

Tennis

Deuce (Tennyson Bend #2) by P.T. Ambler [mlm]

Soccer

You Don't Have a Shot by Racquel Marie [wlw]

Everything for You (Bergman Brothers #5) by Chloe Liese [mlm]

Cleat Cute by Meryl Wilsner [wlw]

Pull Me Under by Zarah Detand [mlm]

The Game Changer (Denver Defiant, #1) by Finley Chuva [wlw]

I Like Me Better by Robby Weber [mlm]

Finding a Keeper (Sports #4) by Nicole Pyland [wlw]

Don't Hate the Player by Shelby Elizabeth [mlm]

Endgame by Zoe Reed [wlw]

Hotshot by Clare Lydon [wlw]

Rugby

Attractive Forces by Jax Calder [mlm]

The Tighthead (Lincoln Knights #1) by Charlie Novak [mlm]

Softball

The Unexpected Dream (Sports #3) by Nicole Pyland [wlw]

Chess

Always the Almost by Edward Underhill [trans boy x boy]

Wrestling

Alondra by Gina Femia [bisexual girl mc]

Lacrosse

Catch and Cradle by Katia Rose [wlw]

Swimming

Tears in the Water Margherita Scialla [LGBTQ+]

Badminton

Shy by Ashish Rastogi [mlm]

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aruanimess · 1 month ago

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any aruani fic recs that you are your favorite?

Hello, anon!

So I've made a couple of posts in the past about this, but perhaps it's time to make a more comprehensive list. Sadly, the list of my favorites hasn't been expanded that much in the past year bc life has been kicking my ass since I haven't had much time for reading while also working on my own writing. But here goes.

Starting with the one-shots because they often get ignored:

Silhouettes by Jelly

Reincarnation AU. Armin spirals into madness as he tries to remember his past life, with Annie at the center of it all. Beautiful and concise, it'll have you sobbing on the floor.

Graffiti Love by brandymallory

Reincarnation AU. Armin and Annie are graffiti artists communicating with each other via murals. The understated, shimmering longing paired with the coolness of the street art scene is something else.

A Fistful of Latent Images by @aquietjune

Post-Canon Fort Salta fic. Armin and Annie navigate their relationship amidst the chaos of a post-apocalyptic world. Extremely well-written with great pacing, it captures the dissonance of normality after absolute devastation perfectly.

Look! by @lucaaazd

Modern AU. Kid Annie, still reeling from the loss of her father and subsequent adoption into her best friend's family, rescues Armin from his bullies. Grief and trauma mixed with the innocence of youth, its haunting carefreeness will fill you with an odd sense of optimism.

a crash course in curve lifts by @corner-stories

Modern AU, ice-skating. Armin and Annie, athletes who usually compete individually, train to perform a Pair routine for a gala (hopefully I got the lingo right). The commitment these two show to each other and their craft is absolutely heartwarming.

Now the multichapter fics:

A warrior in name, A traitor in game by @diam-etrical

Inspired by The Hunger Games. EMA in Marley. Set in a universe where the Warrior candidates have to fight to the death in an arena to get their titans. This will have you at the edge of your seat for sure. Also the character dynamics are expertly crafted.

Cigarette Duet by @darcycrow

Modern AU, set in Istanbul. Armin is a transfer student and new in town, he and Annie share a smoking spot in the schoolyard and bond over their existential dread, love of cats and weird relationship to intimacy. I'm here for the dry wit, the psychoanalysis and the sharp commentary about dating in the modern world.

Tater Tots & Heavy Thoughts by Anonymous

Modern AU. Armin is a social worker with a traumatic past, Annie asks him to help her brother who's a recovering drug addict (and then asks him out). This fic handles some extremely sensitive issues with care and compassion, it's a story about healing and not letting your past define you. Absolutely captivating and at times heartbreaking.

My Yellow Light in Your Soft Whispers by @annawayne

Post-Canon fic. Set roughly ten years after the Rumbling, Armin and Annie try to rebuild their trust in themselves and each other after a traumatic event. One of the most romantic entries on this list, steeped in rich symbolism and metaphor, the love Armin and Annie share is carved in every word, phrase and sentence.

See You Again by @dudewhy3

Modern AU. Estranged childhood friends, Armin and Annie, meet again after years apart, only Annie is sick and Armin is her doctor. It's a beautiful story about enduring love, compassion, second chances and vulnerability.

Love Letters from the Skies to the West Coast by @midnightraine131

Modern AU. Pastor's son Armin befriends Annie, a Californian girl who's new in town and also a bit of a wildcard. This is a sweet and funny story about the batshit shenanigans kids get up to, but also about the stifling confines of small religious communities.

Abandoned but worth a read regardless:

These City Lights by Katsy0c0

1920s AU. Armin is an up-and-coming Hollywood director and chooses Annie as his leading lady. An oldie but a goodie, the setting is exciting and glamorous and the relationship between the two is sweet and thrilling.

I Shall Slay by GoldenDoodleLover

Modern AU. Crack fic. Armin is recruited by his lit teacher Levi into a team of students who shall be participating in underground rap-battles. Absolutely hilarious and the verses are kinda fire.

#there's a ton of great fic out there #these are just a few faves #also I may have forgotten some and for this I apologize #aruani fics #fic recs #asks #aruani

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thetxtdevil · 6 months ago

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Hii, may I have a little request^^

That one picture of Taehyun as hockey player from academy reincarnation.. I don't really have anything specific in mind, just figure skater reader x hockey player Tae, it may be suggestive, angst, smut.. actually he may be even be a figure skater as well. You can get carried away;)

This is just a sweet thought maybe a little suggestive.

Every Sunday morning you liked to go on the campus ice skating rink to practice your figure skating skills

However it is hockey season and the players take up the whole rink

You could come another time or find another place but you couldn't help but be entranced by one of the players

The defender, he looked smaller than the others but he did know how to knock players out

Originally allured by his harsh play you stomach flips when he takes off his caged helmet and reveals the biggest boba eyes with a handsome chiseled face

So now every Sunday you get to practice early and watch the university's hockey team

One day at the end of practice all the hockey players leave but that one defender stays

It was time to do your own practice

You easily glide onto the ice

the man stops to watch

“What are you looking at?” you say with a quirked eyebrow hint of blush

“Your skating is so smooth and dainty”

“Trust me it’s not as easy as it looks”

The man speeds up to skate next to you

You two looked like polar opposites with your skin tight apparel and his bulky hockey padding

"What’s you name?"

After introductions and small talk you hype yourself up finally getting to talk to the handsome hockey player, Taehyun

While he practices strides and steering the puck he accidentally glides towards you

Stops himself on the barricade from crushing you

He has you caged in

You gasp, eyes closed with your arms above your chest

After a moment your stunned eyes open to look at his

You two were so close

You could feel his hot breath on your face

Noses centimeters from touching

Too shocked and too engulfed with his beauty you do nothing but stare

Taehyun clears his throat, apologies, and quickly backs away

Leaving you spaced out

Hockey season was over and you were sadden that you weren't going to have your lovely morning practices with the player

You pout while walking in the building getting ready for another day of practice

The closer you got to the rink you noticed someone

Your eyes sparkle when you noticed it was Taehyun waiting at the entrance

This time he wasn't wearing the overpowering padding, he was now wearing a skin tight attire fit for figure skaters

You couldn't help but let your eyes wander checking him out

His abs were very noticeable, the sleeve hugged the muscles on his arms, straight legged pants snug against his bulky thighs

He looked delicious

"Hi" "H-hi"

"I thought today's practice could be with a partner"

You never tried a duet but you were all for it with this gentleman

You blame the cold ice for your cheeks being so red

not because Tae had his hand in your hand and his other hand on your waist

not because his face was always so close to yours and if it wasn't it was when he lifted you up like you weighed nothing

After a lift you landed wrong

Taehyun hurries to stop you from falling

The skates betraying you both sending you two against the barricade once again

This time however Taehyun's face was impossibly closer to yours

His cold nose tickled yours

Hands gripping your waist tight

Your eyes flicker from his to his lips

Wondering if he's going to shy away again

"Can I kiss you?"

Your consent was the form of you making the first move passionately kissing those beautiful lips of his

A nuisance,

TxT's Devil

taglist: @inkigayocamman, @naoristerling

#txt devil #txt imagines #txt x reader #txt x you #txt thoughts #txt devil asks #taehyun scenarious #taehyun imagines #taehyun scenarios #kang taehyun x you #kang taehyun x reader #taehyun x reader #taehyun x y/n #taehyun x you

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lyss-sketchbox · 7 months ago

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do you have like,, any wriolette headcanons to share,, please I’m hungry,, I need wriolette food!!

Oh definitely, some of these are more wrio or neuvi specific tho but let me go off ok

Wrio has this one spot a lil far off from Meropide's entrance that he sunbathes in whenever he has the time. Its this lil cliff right here. It has a long stretch of beach, near the otter spot (TM), there's mobs to fight if he needs that, and it's not near any roads

Perfect spot for him to frostwalker/ice skate too

Neuv in one of his walks would find Wrio in his spot and Wrio would tell him this is where he goes to relax, Neuv would sometimes then use this spot too to relax in, Wrio welcomes him whenever they happen to meet here

I think Wrio never goes to the overworld until he is called in for that first meeting as Meropide's administrator, when he does step out he underestimated how much he truly missed the sunlight, the sea breeze, and the grass. It's not a big deal, he insists

Wrio would prefer sunny weather than rain, but the coldness of rain is more lively and refreshing than the cold of the fortress

Neuv can walk on water Furina style, he just chooses not to say whenever Wrio offers to skate with him. Basks in the feeling that he trusts Wrio so much to keep him from falling in

Neuvillette is a pianist while Wrio is a violinist (and does have a violin in his office) because every pairing in my book should be able to piano-violin duet the Merry-Go-Round of Life

Wrio is extremely observant, a skill he picked up from serving his sentence, it's how he's able to study and read Neuvi's tells and body language. It's very helpful whenever neuvi is too tired to talk or unable to drop the professional iudex face.

Neuvi learns by observation and attempts to pick up Wrio's tells in turn no matter how many times Wrio insists that he shouldn't worry about him <- fuck you gets loved back

Whenever they get engaged/married, their rings are simple white gold bands. Wrio replaces one of his rings with it, while Neuvi has his hooked to his cravat pin. It's so they're not too flashy and attract attention while still being with them even in work hours

Neuvi feels over the ring whenever he misses wrio

Wrio buries his face into Neuvi's neck so that he can hear Neuvi's purr of contentment better

Neuvi can get jealous but instead of cutting the convo short like Wrio does, the next time they are alone Neuvi just rubs his cheek all over Wrio's until he's happy

Wrio is touch averse, significantly more than Neuvi. While he and Neuvi had subtle touches before, getting together had pressured him to show more affection (because it doesnt bother him, he can love, so that he can be loved) Its one of the first times Neuvi was able to tell Wrio's tells correctly and to reassure him it isn't necessary and they can begin with... what they had before

They show affection primarily with holding or touching hands (ex. : holding hands when they sleep like otters, brushing knuckles and fingers when they walk, Wrio lifting neuvs hand to bury his face in it, etc.), a reassurance that the other is there with them, and they want to hold on just as much

#i love gay people!!!#i also love ghibli films #that tells you exactly how much i prefer fluff over angst #wrio honestly has the vibe of someone who forces themselves to be okay with everything hes experienced #its okay hes okay hes in control hes not broken hes mentally sane #but man when he gets what hes been missing #he feels the sun for the first time in years #he doesnt want to grasp how excrutiatingly sad and cruel how hes been denied this for so long #but it doesnt bother him. it cant. so he limits how much he allows himself to receive it #same goes for... everything else #neuv on the other hand is while he isnt emotionally inept he doesnt fully understand how human emotions work #so seeing his partner being physically and mentally withdrawn while insisting hes alright #neuv is whiplashed and confused #what is the truth? he trusts wrio right?#is it breaking his trust to cross the line and help him?#which is it #lyssten to my rambles

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artificial-hope · 9 months ago

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Eugghhhhh it’s almost the end of the skating season and I need to pick new music I don’t wanna I like my song eyghehehehhh

#figure skating #the song is final duet from omori btw #📺

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taatsums · 4 months ago

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Yukikaze Kamina & Kafka Oguro - Omotenashi Duet #01 Bonus Track

Kafka: Thanks for listening to our duet! This is the conversation Bonus Track.

Yukikaze: The theme is… introducing octopuses, I see.

Yukikaze: Maybe we should have a takoyaki party at the dorm tonight. (1)

Yukikaze: That’d make the high school students happy.

Kafka: We’re not introducing octopuses.

Kafka: … Ugh, usually I’d just ignore you and not say anything, but I’m the only other one here, so I guess the task falls on me.

Yukikaze: I understand what the purpose of this conversation is. We simply have to introduce each other, don’t we?

Yukikaze: I’ll start. First of all, Kafka is one of my sharp and talented younger brothers.

Kafka: Saying this for anyone who doesn’t know what’s going on, but this guy here is a lunatic that treats everyone as though we’re his younger brothers with no care in the world~

Kafka: I’ve got ZERO blood relation to him~

Yukikaze: While it’s true that we aren’t related by blood, I’ve known you for a long time now through my cute cousin.

Yukikaze: That’s why, to me, you’re something like family.

Kafka: Well, I guess you could say we’re stuck with each other. I do agree that Chief-chan is cute, though.

Yukikaze: He is also the President of HAMA Tours and the Mayor of HAMA’s 0 Ward.

Yukikaze: No words can describe just how proud he makes me to be his older brother.

Kafka: Yeah, yeah.

Kafka: It’s my turn now.

Kafka: Yukikaze is an active figure skater and the Mayor of HAMA’s 2nd Ward.

Kafka: I’d say his figure skating skills are the real deal. He’s also been designated as one of JPN’s ace athletes.

Yukikaze: Kafka…

Yukikaze: So you approve of my skating. As your older brother, that makes me so–

Kafka: Okaaay, time’s up, so we’ll leave it at that.

Kafka: Everyone, please continue supporting us at HAMA Tours!

Kafka: One, two…

Yukikaze & Kafka: HAMA Nice Trip!

NOTES:

(1) 他己紹介 (takoshokai) is the act of introducing someone else, and タコ (or 蛸) (also tako, usually with katakana) is octopus... yeah.

#18trip #18trip translation #yukikaze kamina #kafka oguro

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sunskate · 3 months ago

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tw: graphic sexual assault

the article, through google translate:

SEXUAL AND SEXUAL VIOLENCE INVESTIGATION After a rape complaint, an ice dancer faces the inaction of the authorities

In December 2023, French athlete Solène Mazingue denounced a rape of which she was allegedly the victim at the hands of an American athlete. Neither her coaches nor the federations concerned reacted. Unable to get back on skates, she filed a complaint in April.

The atmosphere is apparently relaxed at the Westin Hotel in Zagreb, on December 9, 2023. After several days of ordeals, professional skaters from all over the world are unwinding. Among them, Solène Mazingue experiences this international competition as a comeback. Suffering a fractured skull and a brain hemorrhage after a serious fall in training two years ago, the 21-year-old French skater could have remained paraplegic. Miraculously, Solène Mazingue resumed ice dancing after several operations at the Ice Academy of Montreal. One of the best private schools in the world, which she joined to pursue her dream of participating in the Olympic Games. Since 2022, she has been skating in a duet with her Estonian partner, Marko Jevgeni Gaidajenko, with whom she was Estonian champion and is participating in this competition in Croatia.

"We all had dinner together at the restaurant, then ended the evening between athletes in a hotel room," recalls Solène Mazingue, who decided to go to bed around midnight. According to her account, she was accompanied home by Australian athlete Holly H., as well as another athlete, Russian, Ivan Desyatov. The skater feels confident. She maintains a cordial relationship with Holly H. and considers Ivan, who has been skating under the American banner for several years, "a friend". Once in her room, Solène takes a powerful sleeping pill. A ritual that has remained unchanged since her accident, the young woman living with cognitive after-effects and suffering in particular from memory and sleep disorders. After taking her medication, Solène remembers that Holly and Ivan leave the room before she falls asleep. The rest is contained in a rape complaint filed at the Saint-Germain-en-Laye police station.

"Around 3 a.m., I woke up because I felt that there was something inside me. By the time I came to my senses, I noticed that there were at least two fingers inside my vagina." She then immediately recognized Ivan, naked at her side, thanks to one of his tattoos. According to exchanges consulted by Mediapart, Solène locked herself in the bathroom. At 3:31 a.m., Ivan asked her if she was okay. Solène did not answer. When she came out of the room an hour later, the ice dancer had left the room. The next day, Ivan Desyatov, who did not answer Mediapart's questions - and Solène exchanged on social networks. "Why were you in my bed?", Solène asked. "Your door was closed, but not locked. And I couldn't be bothered to go back to my room," Ivan replied, who initially tried to minimize the facts. Solène insisted. "I remember your hands coming down. Just tell me the truth." Ivan finally confessed: "I did it. And then you woke up [...]. I'm sorry." He then suggests, at 7 p.m., meeting Solène to talk. Which she refuses.

A forgotten testimony After that night, Solène confided in Emili Arm, a former Estonian athlete who is now a judge, who said she had "passed the information on to the federation". Although she is still licensed with the French federation, Solène has been competing for several years under the Estonian banner, the nationality of her sports partner Marko Jevgeni Gaidajenko. In the case of duet dancing, both athletes must represent the same nation. Following these confidences, Solène was however surprised "to have no news". The Estonian ice sports federation now explains that since it was not contacted directly by Solène regarding the assault, but "by a third party", it does not have a complete view of the case and has not contacted other sports organisations without her authorisation".

In addition to Emili Arm, Solène confided in her mother Delphine, but also in her coach and in Marie-France Dubreuil, one of the head coaches of the Ice Academy of Montreal. In a message, Solène's mother reminded Marie-France Dubreuil of the seriousness of the situation. "We will report it to Skate Safe and to the leaders of Team USA," replied the coach. On its web page, Skate Safe, a federal American program responsible for collecting testimonies and alerts concerning sexist and sexual violence, reminds that "all adult participants (coaches/instructors, athletes, officials, volunteers, club and program leaders, etc.) are required to report any suspicion of child abuse and/or sexual misconduct to the U.S. Center for SafeSport and local law enforcement."

Did Marie-France Dubreuil make this report? When asked about it, she did not answer our questions. "Our values charter and our commitment to due process, fair play and creating a safe environment for all of our skaters and staff guide our actions. We ask all of our skaters and staff to respect the code of conduct they agree to when they join the school," explains Jamal Othman, Executive Director of the Ice Academy of Montreal.

According to our information, the only report sent to the U.S. Center for SafeSport regarding Solène Mazingue is dated September 26 and was sent by Solène Mazingue herself. "It's extremely disappointing," says Delphine, Solène's mother, today. The Academy knew that she had already had a very serious accident, that she was taking medication, they should have been particularly vigilant.

A forced speech In the absence of support, Solène filed a complaint in April 2024 at the Saint-Germain-en-Laye police station for rape committed on a vulnerable person: "Ivan could not ignore the after-effects I suffer and he knew that I was taking medication to sleep."

Contacted, the Versailles prosecutor's office (Yvelines) indicates that the case is still ongoing. On September 16, 2024, she publicly mentioned this case for the first time via a video published on her Instagram account, where she is followed by 90,000 people. While messages of support poured in in the comments, no official reaction has been published since then either by the French federation - some members of which contacted Solène privately - or by the Estonian federation, or by the international federation.

Ten days later, Solène sent a report to SafeSport. "I have nightmares and when I go out in the street, I always have a sort of feeling that someone is following me."

"Solène had to put herself in danger by exposing herself publicly for the authorities to react, while Ivan continued to compete internationally," says Félix Ladusse, co-founder of an influence agency that manages Solène's image. Ivan Desyatov, who had been continuing his career since that evening of December 9, was temporarily suspended on October 18 by SafeSport for inappropriate behavior.

Contacted, neither the federation American or SafeSport have not wished to comment. For several months, Solène has put her career on hold. "It was very difficult for her not to receive any support. In high-level sport, logic dictates that you leave your problems at home and be 100% physically and mentally," her boyfriend Mathieu analyses. "It's very complicated emotionally," confirms Solène. "I have nightmares and when I go out in the street, I always have a sort of feeling that someone is following me." She did not respond to late messages of support from the Estonian federation and the Ice Academy of Montreal. "It was in January that I needed them."

end of article

omg. she reported to Emili Arm, who was the Estonian judge on the panel for ice dance at Golden Spin. Arm reported to the Estonian fed, who did nothing. they didn't approach Solène, they didn't try to find out what support she needed or if she needed medical attention. they did nothing.

Solène then tells Marie-France, who assured Solène's mother that she would report to the US Fed and SafeSport. not only did Marie-France not answer the reporter for this article, Jamal Othman's non-answer is tremendous bullshit - these are the values in our charter, and we ask our skaters and staff to respect this code when they join?? - Solène certainly didn't violate this code, the question is why aren't you living up to the code and protecting her?

in January when Solène was seeking their support, IAM was in the middle of figuring out how to manage the situation around Nikolaj Sorensen and ended up supporting him. the hypocrisy.

and USFS being "no comment" for this article. did Marie-France report to them? why did Soléne end up having to report to SafeSport herself? why didn't MF or USFS make the report?

any response from the feds or IAM just looks like PR damage control now. they all failed miserably

on a human level, the lack of care extended to Solène is awful. so terribly sorry for what happened to her and how she was then left to navigate the aftermath alone

the perpetrator is despicable. justice for Solène

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I thought you were the love of my life. I was wrong.

pairing: charles leclerc x reader, little bit of max verstappen x reader

genre: angst (and fluff)

summary: you met charles in your flower shop. Now that you and he have broken up due to drunken mistakes, what happens when he comes to your shop to buy flowers? (they’re not for you)

august, 2018

The bell of your shop rang as a customer walked in. looking up from the pink and white peonies you were tending to. “hi! welcome to Aumbiance florale! what can i get for you…” As you turned around, you were met with the most breathtaking man you have ever seen. he had messy brown hair, beautiful green eyes and a light dusting of freckles over his cheeks. “im here to pick up an order of flowers? i placed an order yesterday.” he spoke, seemingly shy. “of course! what name is the order placed under?” “charles leclerc”.

once you get back from your workstation in the back of the shop, you see him wandering around the store, stopping every now and then to look at the flower arrangements scattered around. “here you are. that’ll be $37.63.” he inserts his card into the payment machine. “great. thank you for stopping by, i hope to see you again soon!” you say, as the payment goes through. “will you get dinner with me sometime?” he blurts, a blush quickly appearing over his freckled cheeks. “oh! yeah, i'd be more than happy to.” you say, bashfully “do you want my number, or is there another way you want me to contact you?” after giving your number to Charles, he quickly presses a quick, barely there kiss on your cheek before hurrying out of your shop.

september, 2019

After that first date with Charles, you immediately hit it off. Now, a year and a month later, you were boyfriend and girlfriend and live together.

“Dance with me, charles!” you giggle, getting lost in the music softly playing from your phone as you two cook together. you grab him and you two start swaying in time with the music. Charles starts peppering kisses on your face, his stubble tickling your face as you laugh together, the aroma of spices and the sound of laughter filling the air.

december, 2019

c'mon charles!” you say as you drag him to the ice skating rink. “It'll be fun!”. you stumble onto the ice together, and it takes about 4 seconds for charles to immediately faceplant into the ice. “owwwwwwww” he groans, rolling around on the ice and nearly getting run over by a mom and her kids. “Charles baby you have to get up or you'll get run over” you say offering him a hand. He gives you a look saying ‘bitch do you think i can get up’ then attempts to take your hand. All he does is pull you down onto him. you both burst out laughing as the moment is recorded online and quickly goes viral.

march, 2020

It was a rainy day in Monaco. Charles had just finished streaming with his friends, and you had just finished reading your book. with your eyes slightly stinging from crying about a MAJOR character loss and a cliffhanger, you walked to your bedroom hoping to take a quick nap. On your way, you pass the piano and can't help but pause and look at it. After moments of contemplating, you quickly take a seat and start playing one half to a duet you and your sister played before you two cut eachother off. When Charles hears you, he comes and sits down next to you before starting to play the other half of the duet. you two play in perfect harmony until you reach the end. when all the memories catch up to you, you can't help but cry. You start to share your and your sister's story, why you don't talk anymore and how your mom took her side in the whole argument and cut you off. “and she stole my boyfriend! I trusted her, I trusted him, and he cheated on me! with my sister, no less! an-an then my mom took her side, and said it was my fault i couldn't put it out! the-then she cut me off and kicked me out of the house!”

Charles genuinely didn't know what to say. All he did was silently vow that no one would ever hurt you again.

june, 2021

“Charles, where have you been?” you ask, worried. “you said you would be home for dinner” you sigh. “i got caught up in a meeting i couldn't get out of. i'm sorry, sweetheart.” he grumbles “its ok, just let me know next time” you mutter, before climbing into bed. charles joined you not too long after. if you were less sleep deprived and worried, you would have seen the faint hickey on his neck.

This same cycle went on for weeks. you, waiting up at home, charles coming in late, often smelling faintly of alcohol, and coming up with some shitty excuse for why he was late. it didn't take long for you to blow up at him, screaming and crying and nearly throwing a lamp at him.

“It happens all the time now, charles! Do you know the last time we had a meal together? the last time we’ve gone to bed and woken up together? hell, the last time we’ve had sex? cause i sure as hell don't! and thats probably because its been fucking months!” you scream at him, tears running down your face. “fuck this. i'll be back soon” you say, before throwing together a quick bag and leaving to your best friend's house.

if you had stayed a little longer, you would have learned exactly why he had been coming home so late. but it didn't take long for you to see for yourself.

one week later

“charles? im back.’’ the apartment was silent, except for faint sounds coming from your bedroom. you started walking there, assuming charles was streaming or gaming with his friends. as you pushed open the door, you were met with the sight of some girl, riding charles. charles was thrusting up into her, “fuck!” he exclaims “so much better than her!”

“oh my god” you whisper “oh my god, oh my god, oh my god”. you shut the door, and walk to the living room. you sit down on the couch, with the head in your hands and start crying.

half an hour later, Charles walks out shirtless and seemingly going to the kitchen. “where are you going, huh? to go make something to eat for her?” he jumps, not seeing you. “wai, baby i can explai-” “shut the fuck up charles, were done. i'll be back to get my stuff later.” you walk out of the door, hoping he would stop you, tell you to wait, to come back. but he never did.

over the course of the next few weeks, you were a mess. you stayed with your best friend, buried yourself with work, and got drunk almost every single night. after a few weeks of this, she decided to drag you to therapy.

going to therapy helped a lot. you learned how to express yourself properly, how to take care of yourself, but most importantly how to move on. you started putting more effort into your shop, and soon your small, little flower shop became the most popular in Monaco.

you were making flower arrangements for a wedding. It was just you, as most of your employees had taken today off and the ones who hadn't were at the shop. while at the venue, you ran into one of charles’s friends, max verstappen.

“hey, max! how are you, i haven't seen you for a while” you say while going up to him, giving him a hug. “hey! how are you? are you still with charles?” “no we broke up a year ago” you mutter. “im sorry” he apologizes, looking frantic. “oh, no worries, he cheated,” you sigh. “it is what it is though”. as you and max converse the time genuinely flies. “hey, im sorry, but i have to go and close the shop. i would love to get dinner sometime though.” “yeah, of course! ill text you”

2 night later, you and max go out to dinner. the night is filled with laughter, fun and eventually you going back to his place.

not to long after that, he askes you to be his girlfriend.

6 months later

as you and max are in the back of the shop, you hear the bell ring. “ill go help them, maxie.” you quickly kiss him before hurrying out to help your customer.

as you walk out, you almost freeze in your tracks, charles is at the counter, waiting for help as the girl you recongize to be the girl he cheated on you with is wondering around the store, her back turned to you.

“hi, how can i help you?” you ask, avoiding eye contact. “um, i just wanted a vase of white and pink peonies, they’re my moms favorite.” as you walk to the table with the peonies, the girl turns around, and you drop the vase.

it was your fucking sister

your sister was the girl charles had cheated on you with

max hurries out of the back room when he hears the vase drop

“baby, are you ok?” he asks, checking over you frantically. “yeah, im fine. can you clean this up please? i need to grab another vase.” he agrees, and you quickly go to the back to recompose yourself and grab another vase.

once you finish, you walk out to the counter, and hand over the flowers. for the first time in a year and a half, you look charles in the eye.

“here you go. that’ll be $40.” your sister walks up next to him, and forcefully grabs his jaw and starts making out with him.

“ok have a good day. you can leave now” you say. your sister smirks at you as they walk out.

as she turns, you see a bump. she was fucking pregnet.

charles got your sister pregnant.

charles, the man who vowed to never hurt you, got the person who hurt you the most, pregnant.

#f1 angst #f1 x reader #max verstappen #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc

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