#forgive typos and stuff thank you

[viktuurionice]

I... am weird and might have a slight crush(?) On a worker at the nearby drugstore.

He's always really nice (I know its a plus when working in customer service, ok. I know he's not just nice to me. Its to everyone ok? I get it.)

But he's got a really soothing voice and sometimes he says stuff that makes me blush even though I know its just to be polite. Like I will absolutely NOT be telling him. He doesn't need to know and doesn't need to be made uncomfortable. I'm also a cluster fuck of mental illness. No one needs to deal with that.

But today he was ringing me up at the register and told me to have a nice day and that he appreciated me and I just fjjdjsjdjdjd thank you random dude. I don't think you know how much that meant. I think he saw some of my fresher cuts and may have just... been trying to be kind to someone struggling but like... I think it takes a special kind of person to just... say something that kind to someone struggling. Particularly when you dont know them, or what theyre dealing with. He's got a very soft voice and I... just... I feel unsafe around most men I don't know... and like... weirdly enough I think I'd feel safe if locked in a room with this guy (not an ideal situation btw. But like. Out of most of the men I know or have met, this guy would not make me feel unsafe if i were locked in a room with no out with him. More men should be like this, thanks.) I hope he's having a good day, I hope life treats him kindly. I hope he knows his basic kindness means a lot to me, or to others around him. I won't be saying anything but I really hope, that someday life treats him kindly and sofly.

[requiemforthepoets]

en garde! 𖦹 CL16

PAIRINGS: charles leclerc x fencer!leclerc!reader , f1 grid x fencer!leclerc!reader

SUMMARY: charles had been asking you to teach him fencing, and you finally did.

REMINDERS: this is purely fiction, the way how the character is portrayed in my story does not reflect the person that is portraying my character in real life. always separate fiction from reality, and do not repost or copy my work in any way.

WARNINGS: smau mixed with narrations, inconsistent photos, typos, not proofread, cursing, no use of y/n on the narrations, poorly google translated italian, and all photos are taken from pinterest

FACE CLAIMS: all from pinterest

WORD COUNT: 4.5k

AUTHOR’S NOTE: it’s been a long time since i added a new fic to my leclerc!sister series, so here it is hehe sorry, i’ve yapped a LOT about fencing on the narration part, so pls forgive me 😭 i hope i didn’t bore you a lot with fencing stuff 😭 i’m also accepting request for this series (i’m running out on ideas lmao 🥲) but i hope that you’ll enjoy this one!

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MONACO

The sound of clashing blades echoed through the halls of the Club d’Escrime, a backdrop to your training session with Marco, your Italian coach. Fully suited in your white fencing uniform, mask tucked under your arm, you watched the double doors open, revealing your brother, Charles and his videographer, Antoine. The latter already had his camera rolling, and Charles, in his usual casual style—jeans, a dark hoodie, and white sneakers, looking like he had just stepped off a magazine cover.

“Finally!” You said, walking towards them with a smile. “Thought you’d never make it.”

Charles chuckled, spreading his arms in mock exasperation. “Don’t start! You’re the one who’s always impossible to catch. What is it this week? Tokyo? Budapest?”

“Home, for once,” you replied with a laugh, gesturing around the salle. “But that’s rare, as you know.”

“The place is very stunning,” Charles said, as he marveled the interior of the salle. “So this is where gold medals are made?” He teased.

“Something like that,” you replied, your voice light with pride. “Though Marco here deserves half the credit.”

“Ah, Charles! Finalmente ci incontriamo,” Marco greeted, shaking Charles’ hand firmly. His thick Italian accent added a charm to his words. “Your sister talks about you a lot.”

“È un piacere finalmente conoscerti. Lei non parla mai di me quando vinco, però.” He joked, shooting a playful look your way.

“Not true, and you know it.” You rolled your eyes at the comment.

Marco laughed, patting Charles on the shoulder. “Well today, we’ll see if athletic talent runs in the family, sì?”

“Okay, so here we are at the Club d’Escrime in Monaco. This is where my sister trains—when she’s not winning Olympic gold, of course,” he said grinning at you and turning towards the camera.

“We’ve been planning this fencing lesson for many months now, but with her busy training schedule and my racing calendar, it’s been almost impossible to find a day that worked for both of us. So finally, today is the day!” Charles added.

“Did you mention how excited you’ve been?” You quipped, folding your arms.

Charles smirked. “I may have. But, let’s be honest, you’re probably more nervous than I am.”

“Nervous?” You scoffed. “Why would I be nervous? You’re the one holding a weapon for the first time.”

“Ah, but I’ve seen the movies,” he countered, mimicking a clumsy lunge. “How hard can it be?”

You laughed at his theatrics, shaking your head. “We’ll see how long that confidence lasts when Marco puts you through the warm-up.”

“Speaking of which,” Marco interjected, “shall we start soon? Time is short, and I want to see if he can last more than five minutes.”

“You’re in for a workout.” You teased and smiled.

Charles gave an exaggerated sigh but could not hide his amusement. “Great. I love being underestimated.”

“You’re about to learn that fencing isn't as easy as people make it look on TV.” You smiled at the camera.

“Or tiktok.” Charles quipped, earning a chuckle from Marco.

You gestured towards the piste. “Alright, let’s get you geared up. I don’t want to hear any excuses later.”

Once Charles was all suited up, he stepped onto the piste, fully suited in his borrowed fencing gear, and you couldn’t help but pause. There was something striking about the way the jacket, breeches, and long socks suited him. The silver sheen of the lamé, a metallic vest worn over the jacket for scoring, added an almost regal touch. You smirked as you took in the sight of your brother adjusting his gloves.

“Oh my god. I’ve never looked so good.” Charles said as he came out all suited up.

“Would you look at that,” you began, folding your arms. “Hate to admit it, but you look good. Maybe too good.”

Charles glanced up, clearly amused. “Oh? Surprised your brother cleans up well?”

“I’m just saying, if this racing thing doesn’t work out, you might have a future as a fencer. Imagine, Charles Leclerc, Olympic Champion.” You gave him an exaggerated once-over. “The gear suits you.”

“I mean, I do look the part.” He smiled, striking a mock fencing pose, which was more comedic than impressive.

“You do,” you admitted with a laugh. “But let’s see if you can move like a fencer before you start planning your second career.”

“Basta con i complimenti. Time for the warm-up! No excuses later when your legs start complaining.” Marco smiled.

Charles groaned playfully, shooting you a mock glare. “Leg day already gets me in the gym. Don’t let him overdo it.”

“Stop whining,” you teased, motioning for him to follow Marco. “You’ll thank him when you’re not limping tomorrow.”

“We begin easy,” he said, demonstrating a forward bend. “Touch your toes, Charles. Keep your legs straight.”

“Easy for you to say,” he muttered, glancing at Marco, who was effortlessly folding himself in half.

“Come on, Charlie. You can’t lose to a guy twenty years older than you.” You chuckled from the sidelines, standing near Antoine, who was filming the entire thing.

“Thanks for the encouragement,” Charles quipped, finally managing to graze his toes. “I see you’re enjoying this too much.”

“I am.” You admitted, voice light with laughter.

Next were lunges, which Charles did with ease, his form surprisingly precise. “Now these, I can handle. We do this in the gym all the time.”

“Good. Now arm extensions, long and controlled. Think of reaching for the target.” Charles mirrored Marco’s movements, extending his arms fluidly.

You couldn’t resist teasing, “not bad, Charles. Maybe you’re a natural after all.”

“Maybe I am,” he replied, smirking. “See? I’ve got this.”

“Next is jumping jacks,” Marco interrupted, clearly amused by your banter.

Charles transitioned smoothly into the exercise, his movements energetic and practiced. As he worked through the routine, Charles suddenly turned to you, his tone curious.

“Why don’t we ever train together? Seems like it could be fun.” Charles glanced at you.

“Because you’d complain the whole time.” You laughed, shaking your head.

“Hey, I don’t complain that much.” He argued, clearly offended.

You just laughed at him, waving a hand dismissively. “Fencing is my thing, Charlie. I need to focus when I’m training, it’s not all fun and games.”

“And today isn’t serious?” Charles raised a brow, pausing mid-jumping jack.

“Not really,” you admitted with a shrug. “Today’s more about proving to you that fencing isn’t as easy as it looks.”

“Good luck with that,” he said, clearly amused. “You forget who you’re talking to.”

“Charles,” Marco interjected, a mischievous glint in his eye, “your sister has a gold medal, she might surprise you.”

“I don’t doubt that,” he said sincerely, before his grin returned. “But I’m still confident I can keep up.”

“That’s the spirit!” You smiled.

”The floor is yours, campionessa.” Marco smiled as he stepped back, and gestured for you to take over.

“Alright,” you turned to Charles. “Let’s start with the basics. This is going to be your crash course in fencing, everything you need to know before you touch the blade.”

Antoine, still filming, zoomed in on Charles’ face as he nodded, looking serious. “I’m ready, let’s hear it.”

“Fencing is one of the oldest sports in the world. It dates back centuries, originally used in dueling and combat training, but over time, it became more of a sport.” You explained. “In fact, fencing has been part of the Olympics since the very first modern games in 1896.”

“1896?” Charles repeated, very intrigued. “So, it’s been around forever.”

“Pretty much,” you confirmed with a smile. “Since then, it’s evolved into three distinct disciplines—foil, sabre, and epee. Each had different rules, strategies, and weapons. That’s what makes fencing so fascinating, you’re not just swinging a sword around. It’s a mind game as much as a physical one, that’s why some call it physical chess.”

Charles tilted his head, clearly interested. “What’s the difference between the three?”

“Come on, let me show you guys.” You walked over to a nearby rack, where several swords were neatly displayed, each one gleaming under the salle’s lights.

“This is a foil.” You picked up a foil, you held it up for him and the viewers to see. “It is the lightest of the three weapons, weighing about 500 grams, and the one I use. Foil fencing focuses on precision and technique, the target area is only the torso, and points are scored with the tip of the blade.”

Charles reached out, and you handed him the foil. He tested the weight of the blade, lifting and lowering it.

“It’s lighter than I thought.” He admitted, giving it a small swing.

“Foils are meant for agility and speed,” you explained. You then picked up a sabre, slightly heavier with a distinct curved guard. “This is a sabre. It’s a bit heavier, and the rules are very different. In sabre, you can score with the edge of the blade, not just the tip, and target area is the upper body—above the waist, including arms and head.”

“Sounds aggressive,” Charles remarked, running his hand along the blade’s flat edge.

“Oh, it is,” you chuckled. “Sabre is all about speed and attack. It’s fast-paced, almost like a sprint compared to foil’s more calculated, chess-like style.”

“And the last one?” Charles asked, pointing to the remaining weapon.

“This is the epee,” you said as you picked up the epee, handing it to him. “It’s the heaviest of the three, about 775 grams, and the target area is the entire body, head to toe. But in epee, there’s no right of way, whoever hits first, scores.”

Charles tested the epee in his grip, nodding thoughtfully. “So it’s more…straightforward?”

“In a way, yes,” you said, setting the sabre and foil back on the rack. “But it can also lead to longer matches since there’s no restriction on who can attack when, you need all the patience you can get when playing epee.”

The camera panned as you gestured for Charles to follow you back to the piste. “Now, let’s talk about the rules. In foil, which is what we’ll be learning today, the target area is just the torso. No arms, legs, and head. If you hit anywhere else, it doesn’t count.”

“Got it,” Charles said. “What about the scoring?”

“In foil, we use something called right of way. It means that the fencer who initiates the attack has priority. If the other fencer wants to score, they have to defend or parry first, and then counterattack.”

You picked up a foil and demonstrated, lunging forward in a quick, fluid motion. “For example, if I attack you like this, you can’t just hit me back. You’d need to block my blade first.”

“So, it’s not just about being faster, it’s about timing.” Charles frowned slightly, absorbing the information.

“Yup,” you said, impressed. “It’s about strategy and reading your opponent’s moves. Now, there are also some practical rules. The piste, the one we are standing on right now, is 14 meters long and 1.5 to 2 meters wide. If you step off, you lose ground or even a point, and you can’t use your off-hand to block, and obviously, no overly aggressive moves like charging into your opponent.”

Charles raised a brow. “No tackling allowed? Shame.”

“Not unless you want to get a penalty.” You laughed, shaking your head. “Lastly, to win a match, you have to reach a predetermined number of points, usually 15, or have the highest score by the end of the time limit.”

“Okay, I’ll give you a quick demonstration of how right of way works in a tournament.” You gestured for Marco to join you, and he grabbed another foil, stepping into position, as Antoine adjusted his camera as you stepped back onto the piste.

“Watch closely,” you instructed as you and Marco faced off. “Marco will attack, and I’ll defend and counter.”

Marco lunged forward with a smooth attack, and you parried, your blades clashing with a satisfying ring before you swiftly riposted, your blade landing lightly on his torso.

Turning to Charles, you explained. “Since I defended first and then countered, I get the point. Make sense?”

Charles nodded slowly, his brows furrowed in thought. “So, if I just swing wildly, it’s useless unless I have priority.”

“Yes,” you said smiling. “Fencing isn’t about brute force, it’s about control, precision, and strategy.”

“This all felt like a masterclass,” Charles chuckled. “This is very incredible stuff.”

Once Charles had a solid grasp of the basic rules and ths purpose of fencing, you decided it was time to get into the technical aspects.

“Alrighty,” you began, pacing in front of him, foil in hand. “Before you can start attacking, you need to learn how to defend yourself. So, let’s talk about parrying.”

“There are four primary parries in fencing, and each one is important for blocking and setting yourself up for a counterattack.” You added.

Charles nodded, gripping the foil in his hand as if ready to jump in. “Alright, I’m listening. Hit me with it.”

“Not literally,” you teased, pointing your foil at him briefly before continuing. “First is parry four. This is your standard parry, used to block attacks aimed at your torso. You bring the blade across your body like this.”

You demonstrated, twisting your wrist and angling your blade so that the imaginary opponent’s strike would be deflected away. Charles mimicked the movement, though his hand was stiff, and his blade angle slightly off.

You leaned in, using the tip of your foil to adjust his blade position. “Loosen your wrist a bit, it’s all about control, not brute strength. The goal is to guide their blade away, not smack it out of their hands.”

“Okay, okay. Got it.” Charles said, trying again. This time, his movement was smoother.

“Better,” you said, stepping back. “Next is parry six. The one is similar to parry four, but instead of protecting the inside of your body, it covers the outside. Like this.” You executed the parry with ease, your blade moving in a fluid arc.

Charles tried to copy the movement, his blade wobbling slightly as he adjusted his wrist.

“Close,” you said, stepping closer. “But watch your wrist, it needs to stay firm, or you’ll lose control of your blade.” You tapped the back of his hand with your foil, and he adjusted accordingly.

“Parry eight is for low attacks to the outside of your body.” You continued, moving on, and crouching slightly, angling your blade downward to demonstrate. “This one is a little tricky because it requires good reflexes. You’re aiming to protect your lower torso and legs.” Charles gave it a go, though his stance was a bit too wide.

“Too much space,” you said, tapping his knee lightly with your blade. ���Keep your movements controlled. The smaller the motion, the quicker you can recover.”

“This is harder than it looks.” Charles exhaled, looking at the camera as he adjusted his stance.

“That’s fencing for you,” you said with a grin. “Last one, parry seven. This one is similar to parry eight, but it protects the inside of your body instead of the ourside.”

You demonstrated the motion, and Charles followed suit, this time managing a relatively smooth movement.

“Good,” you said, stepping back. “Now, key things to remember when parrying—keep your blade pointed at your opponent at all times. It’s not just about blocking, it’s about setting yourself up for a counterattack. As soon as you’ve parried, you need to riposte, counterattack, immediately. If you wait too long, you’ll lose your advantage.”

Marco stepped forward, foil in hand, and you turned to Charles. “I’ll show you how it’s done.”

You squared off with Marco, and as he lunged forward with a mock attack, you parried effortlessly, your blade gliding against his and redirecting it away. In the same motion, you extended your arm, blade tip landing lightly on Marco’s torso.

“See how quick that was?” You said, turning to Charles. “It’s a fluid motion—parry and riposte, all in one go. No wasted movements.”

Charles nodded, his brows furrowed in concentration. “Alright, let me try.”

You stepped aside, letting Marco face Charles. As Marco slowly lunged, Charles attempted a parry, though his movement was slightly delayed, and his riposte lacked precision.

“Not bad,” you said encouragingly. “But don’t overthink it. The more natural it feels, the faster you’ll be.”

“Okay, let’s talk about stance,” you said, planting your feet firmly on the piste. “Your stance is your foundation, if it’s wrong, everything else falls apart.”

You demonstrated, keeping your feet shoulder-width apart, one foot pointing forward and the other at a slight angle.

“Your dominant hand is the one holding the foil. The non-dominant hand stays behind you, raised slightly for balance. So, which hand are you using?” You asked.

“Right.” Charles said, switching the foil to his dominant hand.

“Good,” you said. “Now, copy my stance.”

Charles mirrored your position, though his back foot was slightly out of place.

“Close, but—” you tapoed his leg lightly with your foil. “Your back foot needs to be at an angle, like this. Don’t forget to bend your knees slightly. You need to stay low for balance and quick movement.”

“Not bad,” you said, nodding approvingly when Charles adjusted his stance. “Now let’s work on movement. When you’re in your stance, you need to be able to move forward, backward, and side-to-side quickly withou losing your balance.”

You demonstrated, gliding forward and backward with small, controlled steps. “Notice how my feet stay the same distance apart, no matter where I go. That keeps me balanced and ready to attack or defend.”

Charles followed your lead, though his movements were a bit stiff.

“Relax,” you said, smiling. “You’re not marching in the military. It’s more like a dance, fluid and controlled.” He tried again, this time loosening up slightly.

“Better,” you said. “Now let’s add a lunge, the lunge is your main attacking move. From your stance, you push off your back leg and extend your front leg forward, like this.” You demonstrated, your movement smooth and precise. Charles attempted the motion, but his lunge was too short.

“Bigger step,” you said, tapping his front leg with your foil. “You want fo cover as much ground as possjble without overextending.” After a few tries, he managed a decent lunge.

“Not bad,” you said, stepping back. “You’re getting there. Now, let’s put it all together—stance, movement, parries, and lunges. You ready?”

Charles grinned, gripping his foil. “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

“Alright,” you said, picking up the body cord, “before we start, we need to get you all hooked up.”

Charles tilted his head, examining the cord. “What’s that for?”

“This is a body cord,” you explained, stepping closer to attach it to his fencing jacket. “It connects your weapon to the scoring system. When you land a valid touch, the electrical circuit completes, and the scoreboard registers the point.”

“So no sneaky hits?” He joked, watching closely as you secured it to his back and guided it through the sleeves of his jacket to attach to the foil.

“Not unless you want the referee to see it light up,” you quipped, making sure everything was in place before handing him a fencing mask. “Here, put this on.”

“For this first round, we’re keeping it simple, call it a trial run,” you said, rolling your shoulders and flexing your foil. “Marco will referee and keep things light. Just focus on getting comfortable.”

“Got it. Don’t go easy on me, though.” Charles raised his foil slightly, his excitement evident in his stance.

You laughed. “Trut me, Charles, I won’t.”

Marco stepped onto the side of the piste, holding a referee’s clicked in one hand. “Alright, trial run. I’ll call the touches. En garde!”

You and Charles took your positions at opposite ends of the piste, foils raised in salite before dropping into the en garde stance.

“Prêt? Allez!” Marco called, signaling the start of the bout.

Charles moved hesitant at first, testing his footing as he advanced. You let him come forward, observing his movements.

“Don’t forget your stance,” you reminded him, stepping back slightly. “Stay balanced.”

He nodded, adjusting his feet, and made a tentative lunge. Charles’ foil grazed your blade, missing the target area entirely.

“Close,” you said, countering with a light touch to his torso. Marco raised his hand. “Touch!”

Charles shook his head, laughing. “Okay, that was fast. Was that even one second?”

“Welcome to fencing,” you said with a grin. “It’s all about timing. Relax, though you’re doing fine.”

As the trial run continued, Charles began finding his rhythm. He landed his first touch on your shoulder, earing a quick ‘touch!’ from Marco.

“How does it feel?” You asked, stepping back for a brief pause.

Charles grinned under his mask. “Not bad! Are you nervous yet?”

“Me? Nervous?” You teased. “Cute. Let’s see how you handle the next round round.”

The second round began, and Charles was much more deliberate in his movements. He used the parries you had taught him, successfully blocking two of your attacks and landing another touch on your shoulder.

“Not bad, Lord Perceval,” you said, nodding as you reset your stance. “You’re learning quickly.”

“Of course,” he replied, his voice light with mock arrogance. “I’m a Leclerc. We adapt fast.”

By the end of the round, Marco called for a pause. “Alright, let’s use the scoreboard for the next one.”

“See this?” Marco said, pointing to the display. “Every valid touch will light up here with a beep. First to fifteen points wins.”

Charles noticed the screen, which displayed yor names, complete with small Monaco flags next to them.

“Wait, you personalized it?” He asked, laughing. “Now I feel like I’m in the Olympics.”

“Of course,” you said with a grin. “Nothing but the best for my big brother.”

Charles chuckled, lifting his foil again. As you adjusted your own, you bent the blade slightly, an action that caught his attention.

“Why are you doing that?” He asked.

“It’s something all fencers do,” you explained, holding the blade up for him to see. “Foils are flexible, and bending them ensures they’re in good condition and won’t snap. It also helps make the touches more accurate and less painful.”

“Huh,” Charles said, mimicking the motion with his own foil. “Interesting.”

“Alright, this is it,” you said, lowering your mask. “First to fifteen.”

Marco raised his hand. “En garde! Prêt? Allez!”

The boug began, and Charles quickly demonstrated his growing confidence. He moved fluidly, landing a few clean touches on your torso and arm. You could see his competitiveness kicking in, and you responded with sharper attacks, forcing him to parry and riposte.

Halfway through, the score was tied at 7-7, and the beeping sound of the scoreboard filled the room with each touch.

“You’re doing great.” You said during a brief pause.

“Thanks,” Charles replied, panting slightly. “But I’m not letting you win.”

“Good,” you said, resetting your stance. “Because I’m not letting you win, either.”

The intensity ramped up in the final stretch. Charles managed to land three more touches, bringing his total to ten, but you quickly countered with a series of precise attacks, pushing your score to fifteen.

Marco raised his hand as the final beep sounded. “Touché! Match for her—15 to 10!”

“Lifting your mask, you grinned at Charles, who pulled off his own mask, shaking his head in disbelief.

“That was incredible,” he said, still catching his breath. “I actually thought I had you for a moment there.”

“Well fought, champ! Ten points is impressive for a first timer, you did really great.” You said, resting your foil on your shoulder. “But I told you, fencing isn’t easy as it looks.”

Charles laughed, running a hand through his sweaty hair. “Yeah, no kidding. I think I’ll stick to racing.”

Marco, who had been observing with a smile, stepped in. “You were actually good for a beginner. You’re a fast learner, Charles. I’ve work with a lot of first-timers, and not many can pick up that quickly.”

“That’s true,” you chimed in nodding. “You were way better than I expected. Usually, people take ages to figure out how to lunge properly or keep their stance balanced.”

Charles’ grin widened. “Well, what can I say? It’s in my blood to be competitive.”

Marco laughed, clapping Charles on the shoulder. “You should come by more often during her trainings. You’d make a good parry partner.”

“Oh stop feeding his ego,” you said, rolling your eyes playfully. “It’s already huge.”

Charles gave a mock bow. “Keep it coming, Marco. I’m soaking it all in.”

Marco just smiled as the camera zoomed in on you both as he continued. “Not, really, Charles. If you’re free diring off-season, you should consider it. You’d give her a good challenge, and it would keep her on her toes.”

“Hmm…” Charles leaned on his foil again, pretending to consider the offer. “Fencing during off-season. I might actually think about that.”

You laughed. “Sure, if you can handle beaten every time.”

“Bold words. But we’ll see.” Charles grinned. “So, what’s next for you? You’ve already won the Olympics. Where do you go from here?”

“Next up is the Fencing World Cup. It’s coming up in a few months, so I’m focused on preparing for that.” You smiled, feeling the excitement bubbling inside of you.

Charles nodded. “If people want fo follow your journey, where can they find you?”

“Everywhere.” You said with a laugh, then added, “but seriously, you guys can follow me on my social media. If you are curious about up coming tournaments, you can check out Team Monaco’s offical instagram. They post all of the updates there.”

Charles turned to the camera. “There you have it, guys.” He then faced you and Marco. “I just want to say thank you, for real. I know your schedules are crazy, and you took time to teach me something completely out of my comfort zone. I really had fun.”

“You’re welcome here anytime, Charles.” Marco smiled warmly. “You’re a natural. Who knows? Maybe one day, you’ll be on the piste at a tournament.”

Charles laughed, shaking his head. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, but I appreciate the vote of confidence.”

“You did great today,” you grinned, nudging him lightly with your elbow. “Who knows? Maybe we’ll see you fencing for Monaco one day.”

Charles smiled. “Only if you promise not to embarrass me in front of everyone.”

“No promises.” You teased.

Marco gestured toward the camera. “Alright, shall we wrap this up?”

You, Charles, and Marco all faced the lens. “Thanks for watching!” You said with a wave. “Remember, fencing is cooler than you think.”

“And harder than it looks!” Charles added. “Thank you both for taking the time to teach me, I had a blast today. It’s always fun learning new things.”

“Of course, Charlie!” You replied warmly. “We’ll be waiting for your next fencing session.”

“You’re always welcome, Charles.” Marco smiled. “Just don’t take too long to return, alright? We might have to recruit you into the team at this rate!”

All of you laughed as you said your goodbyes, and with that, the video came to a close, screen fading into black.

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username8 never knew i needed to see charles in a fencing gear up until now 😮‍💨 THANK YOU MOTHER!

landonorris can’t believe you taught charles first, i thought i was gonna be the first one 😞💔

yn.jpg sorry, big brother privileges 😔✊🏻

charles_leclerc what she said! 😁❤️

landonorris i see that you have taken my advice

yn.jpg yes, and i owe it all to you sir 🫡

landonorris when will u be our quadrant athlete 😔🤲🏻

yn.jpg idk bro, what do they do? 🤨

yn.jpg just hit up my personal coach 😁

landonorris ME NEXT PLS

yn.jpg THERE ARE A LOT OF YOU WANTING ME TO TEACH YOU ALL FENCING 😭😭😭

lilymhe I ASKED HER FIRST! FALL IN LINE!!

landonorris IM HER BEST FRIEND

landonorris BESTIE PRIVILEGES

yourbestfriend EXCUSE ME????

landonorris EXCUSED

username9 WE FINALLY GOT A JPG ACCOUNT??? ACTIVE ERA IS UPON US?????

yn.jpg u guys really gotta thank lando for convincing me on making one bc apparently according to him, i always “ghost” you all 😞💔

username9 OHMGYGOSD I LOVE YOU 😭

username10 GAIUS 🥺🥺🥺🥺

username11 CHARLES WHAT ARE YOU DOING 😭😭😭

username12 petition for you to have a yt acc or tiktok or smth 😔😔😔😔

username13 and then what? we all ended up being ghosted 😔😔😔😔

username13 she barely posts on instagram, and now that she has a jpg account, i’ll take what i can get tl have some y/n content 😔😔😔💔💔💔

username12 omg u right 😭😭😭

username14 ok, scuderiaferrari, just hear me out this once…what if y/n teaches charlos fencing on a tiktok or yt vid? huh huh huh, wouldn’t that be a great idea, right? 😁

scuderiaferrari hmmm, i think you might be onto something 🤔🤔🤔

username15 i will sacrifice my first born for this to happen 🤲🏻

username16 we are BEGGING, on our knees

username17 charles leclerc in fencing gear, save me. charles leclerc in fencing gear, save me 🛐

[descendantsramblings]

Just a short cute thing where Fem! Reader and Maleficent are dating and Mal just loves teasing her gf by turning into her dragon form in small

Pure fluff, thank u :>

“Short cute” is speaking my language rn. So glad to be back to writing long stuff but between these and writing a layout for a Dead Boy Detectives fic I needed a good head canon or Drabble 🖤

Also I wrote and edited this whole thing while on the clock at work so forgive me if something is a little odd, I HATE typing on mobile because it’s easier to get typos.

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Maleficent x Reader

Pronouns used: she/her/hers

Summary: watching her girlfriend study can get just so boring

Warnings: descriptions of Maleficent turning into a dragon but it’s really nothing (at least as a horror and body horror fan it’s absolutely nothing but I’ll warn you just in case), fluff

Word Count: 1.1K

Pic because finding gifs of my girl (who’s almost always background or literally on Hades lol) is so hard

She can’t say no one warned her. Of course, Maleficent thought her girlfriend hung the sun, she was humanities own light source. All aglow when she was excited and warm enough that the dark fae was constantly convinced she had a fever. She was obsessed with her, but that doesn’t mean the rest of her friends lied when they said dating a hero kid could get so boring. Not that (Y/n) in general was boring, it was actually pretty easy to get her running around with the villains, but when she felt like being good? She could get obnoxiously good. Like straight As helping out in soup kitchens type of good. Which if the pixie was honest, she found that side of her girlfriend extremely endearing. Sometimes she even wonders if that sweet half of her is what saw Maleficent as worthy for her. Not that she’d ever admit to that out loud, it would wreck her image. If the fact that she could watch the girl complete mundane tasks in complete infatuation didn’t already kill her image. Or at least she normally could watch her like that.

The girl had been studying for an hour, rewriting her notes in a decorative and color coded way that she swore made it easier for her to study. “Rewriting it makes me think about it harder, Mali. Engraves it into my memory.” It sounded like an excuse to her, seemed to her that the girl just liked to look at pretty things. Not that she minded, whatever she wanted to do was fine by her, (Y/n) was her own woman. And Maleficent loved to be the pretty thing she was looking at, so who was she to complain about other ones? But Mali was starting to wonder if she and Tinkerbell had something in common. If she didn’t get her girlfriend’s attention soon she was sure she’d just fall over and just die. She was growing weaker by the second, she was positive of that. And getting the girl’s attention away from swirling pretty calligraphy into a notebook was proving to be impossible.

Every nuzzle to her neck was met with a playful push. Kissing her face just earned the pixie a “Mali, doll, I’m working.” It was infuriating. Why let her in if (Y/n) only planned on ignoring her? Her pale arms make their way around the princess’ waist, face falling against the girl’s back with a dramatic sigh. “I’m almost done, Doll. Just two more pages.” Two more? That won’t do, she needs more attention now. “Come on,” she drags the word out pulling away from her girlfriend with a whine. “Since when are you so good?” “I’ve always been good, Doll. You’re the villain between us, remember?” She uncaps a different pen, readjusting the notebook before her. “You don’t seem so good when you’re out running around with me and the other VKs. You ask how high when Uliana says just just like Morgie does.” It gets her a hum, pen tapping against the page in the speedy pattern. “Yeah well, if I make Uli happy she’ll do my hair. No one else here can braid like she can.” Mali laughs, “Fine, then if we can’t cuddle, let’s go see if she’ll do your hair. Give me something.” “I’ll be done soon.” She scoffs, lightly smacking the back of the girl’s shoulder, “You said you were doing homework.” (Y/n)’s eyes roll, sparing the girl a look over her shoulder, “Studying is homework, Mali.” Now her eyes roll, throwing herself back on the bed, “This isn’t studying. Studying is reading over notes, this is some other thing.” She hums, “Maybe that’s why my grades are higher than yours.” It’s a playful remark, the girl poking her tongue out at the pixie before turning back to her work.

She wants to play? Okay, they can play. She cuts a look to the girl, a pen cap held loosely in her mouth as she delicately drags a pen brush across a page. She was distracted enough. Turning into a large dragon took far too much energy from her, but a small one? One that could fit right in the girl’s lap? That was easy. Maleficent could barely feel it as her bones gave way. Shoulder blades and vertebrae stretching out to form the structure of wings. Purple scales forcing their way through pale skin, tearing their way into veins to beseen. She hasn’t let wings of any kind come out in so long, it felt heavenly. The stretch making her suppress a whimper. She desperately needed to do this more, instead of just when she felt the need to harass her way into getting what she wants.

Slowly, careful not to make too much noise, she flaps her wings, once, twice. By the third time, when she realized the sound wasn’t alerting (Y/n), she knew she could take flight. Fluttering through the dorm, she lands on the girl’s dresser, blowing a small puff of flames onto a candle then settling beside it. Waiting, glowing green eyes trained on the girl who had playfully become her prey. The smell of smoke would alert her, it always did. Lilac and smoke slowly and softly fill the air, making the princess look up, worried eyes glancing around the room before landing on her dresser. “Really? You’re that desperate for me?” Desperate? No, she was anything but that. While her eyes are away from the page, Maleficent takes flight again, swooping up the pens the girl was using before fluttering over her head.

“Mali, you’re just prolonging how long it will be before I can lay back and cuddle with you. You know that, right?” Her hand shoots up for her pens and the dragon flies closer to the ceiling. “This is ridiculous, you are being ridiculous.” Pens clatter into the wastebasket by the girl’s desk, the dragon swooping in to fill the girl’s lap before she can get up to retrieve them. “Are all fae this needy or just you?” The question is met with a nuzzle against her stomach, the dragon refusing to get too close to her skin in case she’d scratch the delicate stretch of flesh.

Sighing, the girl closes her two notebooks, pushing them to the side before she lays back. “If I take a little study break will you let me finish my work without whining?” The dragon crawls up her stomach, tilting her head to the side. Sweeten the deal. “If we cuddle?” Letting out a sigh, Mali curls up on the girl’s chest, her head laying just so close to her heart she feels as if she’s hearing the lubb-Dubb of it in her own head. “You’re not gonna turn back into a girl for me? Made you wait so long that I only deserve scales?” It’s not a complaint, not a real one at least. Her nails digging into the space between two wings, a glorious scratching sensation that makes Maleficent’s eyes lull closed. She was never above playing if the Royal wanted to play. She was always the winner of the girl’s long games.

[ideas-live-forever]

Different Dates With Ken!

This is my first time writing in a while, so forgive me if I’m rusty! Been obsessed with the Barbie movie, so here’s some Stereotypical Ken x Reader headcanonssss

please feel free to send ken prompts/asks i am so bored!!

(also, i wrote this in like an hour so there’s probably some typos and ken is probably ooc or something i’m sorry 😭)

You and Ken had been dating for a month now, the two of you in the human world

dinner dates

He doesn’t really have a concept of indoor voices, so he kind of talks at a normal volume.

which would be fine, except you’re in a formal restaurant where everyone is basically whispering.

If you gently point it out, though, he’ll go extra quiet and only talk in a whisper for the rest of the dinner.

He’s just paranoid that he’s embarrassing you or something.

When the bill comes, he definitely tries to pay it (assuming he has money).

If you get to the bill first, he gets really pouty, though he’ll forget he was ever upset if you give him a kiss.

“Y/nnnn, let me pay. It’s the least I can do," Ken begs, pulling out the puppy-dog eyes.

"No," you respond. "You try to pay for everything. Let me treat you once in a while."

It takes a great deal of self-control, but you can't stay away from his eyes long enough to pay for dinner. After you hand the check back to the waiter, you glance back at a now-sulking Ken. He looks almost sad.

With an affectionate eye roll and a smile, you lean across the table and press a small kiss onto his lips. Immediately, he melts into it. And when you pull back, he’s all smiles before he remembers that he’s supposed to be mad at you.

If he gets to it first, he pays, and he smiles at you triumphantly, clearly proud of himself.

After dinner, he insists on walking you home because he doesn’t own a car.

At your door, he thanks you for taking him out and kind of stands there awkwardly.

You have to lean in and initiate the goodbye kiss, but he more than enjoys it.

Study dates/coffee shop dates

Ken didn’t go to college, or school at all, really, so he didn’t quite understand the concept of the date you were currently bringing him to.

However, he sat patiently in the coffee shop while you got your stuff together and opened your laptop, just smiling at you like an idiot.

He takes the time to admire you in your element.

When you ask him what coffee he wants so you can get it for him, he cocks his head in confusion.

"There are, like, different kinds?" he asks innocently, glancing between you and the sigh with different options he had previously failed to notice.

You have to stifle a giggle at his reaction.

"Yeah, there’s a bunch. Come on, I'll recommend you some."

Ken tried a latte.

He didn’t like it.

However, he sipped on it periodically, mirroring your actions as you looked through your work.

He had brought some books on Horses to look over while you were doing your thing, but he couldn’t really focus on reading while you were right there.

He placed some random sticky notes on the pages absentmindedly as he watched you with wonder in his blue eyes.

If you get frustrated at all, He’s quick to ask what’s bothering you and decides that he’s going to help you study. Whether that involved holding your extra papers or helping you with flashcards,

When you wrap up, you notice how little of his latte he has drank.

When you ask about it, he quickly downs the whole thing, plastering a fake smile on top of his look of disgust.

movie dates

This one was Ken's idea.

There's a movie theater in Barbieland, so he knew the basic premise of a movie date.

Although it took a while for him to figure out how to buy the tickets because in Barbieland they were free,

She definitely picked The Little Mermaid.

It seemed like a safe option to him, considering that everything else was either sad-looking or a horror movie, and he can’t really handle either of those.

The plan was to meet at the theater, so he waited outside for you to get there.

When you did, you two went inside and ordered a large popcorn, but Ken let out a little gasp of excitement at the other snacks on sale.

He ends up buying a pretzel, a bag of chips, and a bag of cookies.

All of which he insists on sharing with you.

When you finally go into the theater, he gets a confused look on his face.

He’s never seen movie ads before, so he assumes they're part of the movie.

"I thought this was about a mermaid."

After explaining it to him, he nods vigorously and blushes a bit in embarrassment.

When the movie finally starts, he smiles really big and turns to look at you.

Ken gets HEAVILY invested in the movie.

He definitely cries during Part of Your World, and he’s horrible at hiding it. That results in him clinging to your arm and the people next to him giving him weird looks.

When it’s over, he has a look of faraway wonder in his eyes.

As you two walk out of the theater, he can’t stop gushing about how cute Ariel and Eric were. And how he wanted to watch the original animated movie. And how you two should have matched Little Mermaid Halloween Costumes

Before you leave to go home, Ken gives you a bone-crushing hug and a thank you for spending your afternoon with him.

Which leads you to kiss him.

Which makes him unable to stop blushing as you say your goodbyes for the night.

[emithecharmer]

Will You Marry Me

Teasing (It's Lee Know), eating, mentions of heights and acrophobia, so much fluff that you can choke, oh! mentions of choking (LK eats too fast, but he's fine) Sorry for ant typos!! I was sobbing by the end of this ��

"Hey Min-min!" You cheered as you walked into his dance studio.

"Hey, stink. You ready?" He asked, putting his water into his bag.

"Mhm! We're going on a date." You smiled excitedly, practically bouncing in impatience.

"Ugh, don't remind me." He gagged, throwing his arm around your shoulder and bringing you close to kiss the top of your head.

"How were your exams?" He asked, taking your purse from you and holding it.

"They went pretty well, I felt good about them, they weren't as hard as I thought they'd be." You said bashfully as Minho turned to lock the door.

"Where do you want to go, kitty?" He asked, moving his arm to your waist with the faux intention to squeeze your waist, only to tickle you instead. You squealed and jumped away from him, swatting his hand.

"Why'd you run away from me? You don't love me anymore?" He said with a dramatized pout.

"Don't tickle me." You frowned, stomping your foot, an act in which he felt had no reason to be so utterly adorable coming from you.

"Fine fine, no tickles." He said, opening his arm, letting you cling to him again, only to tickle you again.

"Min.." You whined, making him gawk at you.

"I plead the fifth." He said.

"I don't think that same law applies here." You said, raising a brow at him.

"Shh, it does to me."

.

"I'm starting to think you like Japanese food more than you love me." You pouted, obviously not telling the truth.

"Oh no, however would you come to that conclusion?" Your boyfriend asked, actively eating sushi while already eyeing another piece.

"..It's one of the wonders of the world." You snickered as you watched him slightly choke.

"Do you want ice cream after?" He asked, taking a bite of the sashimi platter he'd ordered four of.

"Ooh, funny you mention that, a new frozen yogurt place just opened! And it's by that lounge place!" Minho watched as your eye lit up at the sound of the 'lounge place' as you called it.

It was actually an apartment building your friend lived in, but she was gone a lot, and allowed you a key so you could freely go in and out, as long as you cleaned up after yourself. Minho knew how much you loved to go to the rooftop and over look the city, he knew that you would be there every waking hour if you could. He also, knew you would mention wanting to go there.

"Sure baby, we'll go on the roof." He said, you missed the subtle smirk he had, thinking it was just his expression.

"Are you completely sure? The last time we were there I honestly thought I'd have to call the fire department." His head jolted up as he glared playfully (menacingly) at you.

"We agreed to never speak of that incident."

"Right, right, please forgive me." You said, giggling cheekily. Minho rolled his eyes, but that did stop the bunny smile that creeped on his face at the sight of your dimples.

.

After Minho payed and you two left the restaurant, you headed to the frozen yogurt place.

"Thank you s-" You started.

"If you call me your sugar daddy one more time, I will leave you right now." He said, but doing the opposite as he pulled you closer to him.

.

"I don't like the places that charge you based on your cup size instead of weight." Minho said as you two sat down.

"Why?" you asked.

"Well, I know it's for toppings and stuff, but I don't get toppings, so it just defeats the purpose for me." He said.

"Oh yeah..I completely understand." Making a statement by staring at your cup, that was filled to the brim with froyo, and almost drowned in added toppings. Minho glanced at your and cackled at your expression.

"Maybe I like it for you." He said, stealing a gummy bear from your bowl.

.

"Balcony, balcony, balcony." You chanted as you walked inside the apartment building.

"Excited?" Minho asked, smirking at your enthusiasm.

"So excited. So excited that I have to pee." You said.

"Pfft-" Minho sputtered a laugh at your shamelessness.

"I'll go on up and meet you there." He said, making your eyebrows raise.

"Really? You don't need me to hold your hand?" You asked, making Minho turn on his heel and walk to the elevator, leaving you to laugh.

.

You walked into the elevator and hit the 'R.' You had to refrain from jumping, since you knew to not do that in an elevator, but that didn't diminish your excitement any less. The bell dinged louder than you were used to, scaring you into dropping your phone as the doors opened. You leant down to pick it up and when you looked up you gasped.

Minho was there, standing in the middle of a flowery isle, smiling nervously. You were frozen in shock, so frozen in-fact that the doors actually shut and you had to press the button to open them again. You stepped out of the elevator and sighed as you looked at your boyfriend, who had a look or worry in his face. Your eyes swelled with tears and he groaned.

"Don't cry yet, we're not even to the good part." He whined.

"This is not real." You said, closing you eyes tightly.

"Y/n.." He chuckled, making you peek.

"C'mere, baby." He continued. You slowly walked up to him and he lifted his hand to rub your cheek, wiping away a tear you didn't even know was there.

"Y/n.." You lip wobbled as he began his speech, making him smile at you.

"This sounds so utterly cliché, but I knew from the moment I met you, I knew you'd be my wife one day. You are truly one of the most amazing people I've met, and you surprise with something new each day. Whether it's a new fact, a new talent you figured out you could do, or a scar that you found on your leg that looks like the island of Okinawa.. You are full of surprises, and I'm glad I could finally surprise you. In our two years, you've shown me nothing but love and acceptance, even in times where I'm pretty sure a punch would have sufficed." You gave a him a nudge, all the while sobbing at this point.

"You aren't just my girlfriend, or my love, you're my soulmate. You're the epitome of a feeling I didn't even imagine was possible until I met you. I am completely bound to you, something that scared me in the past, but now I crave for it. I love you, Y/n.." You saw his facade break slowly as he let a tear stream down.

"I love you doesn't even cover what I feel for you anymore. You are my life, and you are the reason my heart beats. I would love to be the same for you, please let me keep loving you forever, as your husband." He pulled his hands away as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box.

"Y/n, will you do me the greatest honor, and be my wife?" He asked, getting down on one knee and-

"Yes." You said, not even letting him open the box.

"Yes?" He seemed completely shocked at your answer for a few seconds before he stood up.

"Yes, oh my gosh, Min. Yes." You said, hugging him tightly, bringing your hand to hold the back of his head as you sobbed. He pulled away slightly, only to kiss you softly.

"No take-backs." He said, pointedly.

"Wouldn't even dream of it, you're mine, forever now." You said, pulling him in for another kiss.

[undertale-fic-librarby]

Any Classic Sans x Reader recs? 👀

Smut is welcomed!

Howdy, thanks for asking! Here are some fics that might fit what you're looking for!

Lonely Eyes by TooObsessedForMyOwnGood (Mature, Complete)

I made this entirely and got up to about chapter 11 before deciding to post it. I've been into undertale since the day it was born and OH MAI GAWD. Excuse me if i happen to make any typos along the way. Hopefully not as I will be editing and reading these over as best as possible. Don't expect frequent updates after chapters 10 and/or 11. Also, i'm sorta new to posting stuff on here, so please forgive me if i'm slow with this sorta thing. The first at least 9 or 10 chapters will be short and more of a slow burn type of thing, but hopefully I can make them longer in the future. here we go guys. ______ It had been at least 15 years since the last human had fallen down. They'd been a mercilious human, one that had dusted almost every monster in the underground. Leaving the rest to lose hope as their king, queen, and all of the royal guard had been taken down by a measley human. A child, at that. Now, the next human to fall was one that had no intentions of such things, but Sans was prepared to put this one down much quicker if they proved to be a threat. Though, they both find out quickly that things were going to be much different then they'd both planned.

You're Not Alone Anymore by alexrun (Teen And Up, Incomplete)

I'm just gonna say this right off the top - I am not entirely sure where I'm going with this fic but if you like fLUFF AND SKELETONS YOu are in the right story!! >w> Uhm I suppose this is a very domestic plot with the whole "monsters living with humans but human don't like 'em" thing, also you are a little bundle of insecurity and anxiety who doesn't have a lot of friends and is just trying to make it through the day ;v; Enojy!?

Integrity (Sans Undertale x Reader) by xylocorpse (Not Rated, Incomplete)

Y/N L/N. A young adult who helps monsters settle in on the surface in your free time and is shit with making friends. On this beautiful day in particular, you happen to be helping two brothers move in and find yourself drawn to them. Thanks to persistent efforts (by you) you find that your life is permanently marked with new faces and new events that you hope will be for the better. .... and what's wrong with having a huge crush on a skeleton along the way? ALL OF THIS IS A HUUUGE SELF INSERT LMAOOOO. i have the fattest juiciest crush on sans and there is not enough love for classic on here. so now i have to do it myself. (but the reader being lowkey a loser is not me i am very cool irl)

Seren(dip)ity by Absent_Enigma (Teen And Up, Incomplete)

Life is pretty swell on the surface, Sans supposes. There have been no resets or reloads for years. No drama or violence from the human populace that monsters now live amongst, but for some minor complaints and scuffles. It’s just a bit lonely at times now that Sans’ friends and brother explore what the surface has to offer. Your life gets a little better when you enter into a tentative relationship with a funny skeleton monster who makes you laugh. It goes well, chip-dip fiasco and all. Five years later and the relationship is going steady, with less cultural misunderstandings now, as you and Sans go about daily life together. [Drabbles of you and Sans, in an established relationship, with little to no angst. It’s self-indulgent fluff, honestly]

Can we stay here? by TiredInBed (Mature, Incomplete)

You just recently moved to Ebott for college; it's nice here. The seasons are varied, the town is lively, and the school you're going to is manageable. The only thing that seems to be missing are friends and lovers. It feels so hard to get involved with anything or anybody new these days. They're all isolated in their own little world, and it's hard to become important to somebody. That's why when you get spontaneously involved with a new group of friends, you're happy! And when you meet a special man in Sans, you're overjoyed to watch your relationship blossom. You slowly forget what life would be like without them, the daily chaos of your new reality becoming very comfortable. You like it here in Ebott; you think you might stay.

[merakiui]

Hii!! I just wanted to pop in and say I hope you're doing well :-) bc I've been,,, incredibly inactive for awhile.

Also. I was sick awhile ago when you dropped your little online Christmas tree and Cannot Remember What I Wrote. So augujghhh please forgive if it has typos or somehow doesn't make sense bc I was Definitely out of it on cold medicine lmao 😭 but I don't think it was that bad. Still wanted to say something abt it though,,, just in case.

But !! Idk I wanted to see what is up!! What is going on in Mera Brain Land !!

- :3 anon

OMG HIII :3 anon!!!! I'm so happy you're feeling better now. :D and please don't worry about the tree message!! I'm sure it's lovely, with or without typos!!! o(≧v≦)o thank you for writing a message! I look forward to reading it when Christmas comes hehe!! I guarantee it will leave me smiling as your messages usually do. 💖💖

And I'm doing well!!! A few days ago my eye hemorrhaged, but it was thankfully harmless!!! All I needed to do was restrict my screen time and it gradually healed itself. The one thing I dread about final exams and projects is that it boosts my screen usage to unhealthy levels. >_< but now that I've finished everything on my academic to-do list I can return to healthy screen times!!!! ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧ I am finally free uuuwaaa,,, orz orz

So much is always going on in Mera Brain Land. >:D lots of Halloweenie stuff hehehe. I love giving Fellow consecutive headaches because his employees are just so silly. And Skully!!! Putting my entire heart into writing him as the most cutest, sweetest, soggiest puppyboy gentleman.

[ravenstargames]

✦ Lost in Limbo Devlog #6 | 10.03.23

And another month has gone by! 💜 For this one, you'll have to excuse my lack of eloquency, but this weekend has been really hectic for me personally, so my brain is struggling a bit to keep up :')

We are very close to receive our final grades for our master, but we are anticipating nothing but good (or at least not bad) news! With that being said, the team has picked up the pace again and we are feeling really good about it. Everyone is really excited to work work and work, so let's jump into it, shall we?

And what better way to start this devlog than with our handsome, our stupid, our magnificent Lord Amon, Golden Dragon of Dagalis? 🌟

As you can see, we have started working on the demo CGs and we are beyond excited! Our plan is to finish Amon's CG and snatch a few screenshots of the game to finally, FINALLY open our itch.io page! We don't want to spoil too much of the CGs but we still want to share a decent amount of stuff in our devlogs, so we'll see how we manage, hehe. We hope you like Lord Amon in this CG so far as much as we do, because Raquel is as per usual doing an impeccable job with our local himbgod! 💜

<<The voidbound, creatures born from the Midnight Tower's chest. Intelligent to a degree, they protect the Beyond —the tower's domain— from any trespasser. >>

This month we have started the concept art stage of our signature creature, the voidbound, and boooy is it looking good so far! Again, we don't want to spoil too much because we want you all to be surprised and spooked (hopefully!) when you play the demo and meet these little guys🖤.

I'm so glad Astro finally had a chance to put his creature design skills to use, because he's honestly fantastic at creating monsters and giving them just the right vibe. Consider yourself about to be scared or seduced if you are like me!

This month we finished our jugdment chamber! 💜 Aside from a few dust and smoke effects and maybe some small corrections along the way, this is another finished background for LiL's demo! There's a feeew more to go but with a little organization and plenty of force of will, I think we'll be able to tackle them all. Now that the first demo has less backgrounds, it's a fairer amount of work.

We also have had Kayden work on special "mini CGs" that will add to the immersion in certain scenes, but again, we don't want to spoil the whole demo content!

Currently, the demo script is sitting at 42k words, every option included. I'm hoping I can finish corrections either today or tomorrow and send the script over to Allie, our mighty editor! I already finished writing a breakdown of the characters and demo story for them to read, but I want to send both things at the same time. I know the writing is taking more time than we initially planned —in our first devlog if I remember correctly, I said I was already coding it, and I was— but it's for the benefit of the game. I don't want our demo script to be mediocre or to just be "good enough". I want to be proud of what I've written and I want my team and I to be able to be honest about this kind of stuff with the people that are looking forward to play our game 💜.

This month has been good overall. It has been difficult for me in personal matters, so I hope you forgive me for the usual typos or grammatical oopsies. This devlog was meant to be posted last night (GMT+2) but I was exhausted and didn't want to rush it :').

During October we are hoping we can work on as many art assets as we can, and if the script gets corrected and approved, maybe I can begin coding it very very soon!

As always, thank you so much for supporting us, for being here, and for looking forward to our demo! 💜 We hope we are living up to the expectations!

[rosesnink]

Sinful Crush

Author's Notes

Happy birthday, Caro!!! Getting to know you these past year has been an amazing experience, and I wanted to thank you properly for it, since you fueled my love for Bas! I hope this fic I've cooked for you can show you my gratitude towards you and how grateful I am for being your friend. For more years together, amiga mía! Gracias por aguantarme <3

Before reading the fic, please read the TWs!

English isn't my first language, so please forgive any typos/grammar mistakes

If you want to be tagged in my COP fics, let me know!!

Summary: Sebastyan can't help crushing on a woman he shouldn't be crushing on

Word Count: 1.3k

Category: One-sided crush, suggestive

Pairing: Vasili Thorne x F!OC (mentioned) Sebastyan Thorne x F!OC (one-sided) F!Trystan Thorne x Juliana Georgescu

Rating: PG-13

TW: Age gap, suggestive scene (it's a dream, but still) and guns. Reader's discretion is advised. If you don't like/feel comfortable with these themes, PLEASE stop reading and block me if necessary, but don't be a dick in my notes

Book: Crimes of Passion

Fifteen-year-old Sebastyan Thorne had noticed two things: how Juli had slowly started to warm up to Trystan, and how beautiful Vasili’s companion –although Emika swore they were dating—was.

She was perhaps the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen: with thick, long brown hair, chocolate brown eyes, and the sweetest face, with pink, plump lips that gave him heart flutters every time he looked at them. She was also smart; really smart. They talked about stuff Bas was yet to catch up. He had heard that she had a huge IQ, but was nevertheless something impressive, and Bas was rarely impressed.

He had royally messed up, looking like a fool when Vasili introduced her in the family brunch “Sebastyan! I’ve heard much about you. I’m Nerea Rose.”

“…Buuh? I mean, ahm, pleasure to meet Vasili’s, uhm, friend?”

She was so pretty, smelled like cherries and her hand was so warm, Sebastyan almost passed out, his head spinning. He could hear Emika and Patryk giggling, and Father was raising an eyebrow at this.

Nerea, the sweet angel she was, threw her head back and laughed “Aren’t you sweet! Vasili forgot to mention that, didn’t you?”

“Thought you’d like to see for yourself.”

Her ‘fiancé’ had made no attempt to get to know her or talk to her. Probably saw her as a broodmare to place his demon spawns into her. Eat shit, she thought, I am not giving birth to your hell spawns.

As she greeted the other siblings, Sebastyan shook his head, taking a generous swig of the cup in front of him. Which he discovered was not water, even if it looked like it. Even Emika looked pleased with her, and Emika loved to find flaws and throw shade at everyone.

The moment their parents retired, Juliana and Nerea were laughing and joking about something, and then, classic Patryk struck “Yo, girls! How bout a friendly competition?”

Nerea raised an intrigued eyebrow “What about?”

A malicious grin spread through “Shooting, since it’s like, an American thing.”

Nerea and Juliana shared a look, then she turned back and looked confused “Just because I’m American doesn’t mean I know how to shoot, but sure. Maybe I’ll learn a thing or two.”

Bas looked at Vasili, who thought the same. Keep Nerea safe from Patryk’s shenanigans… and the old guns. Putting an arm around her, he whispered something into her ear, and she into his, which left him intrigued.

Patryk looked at him mischievously “Maybe you’ll learn something too, Bas!”

He glared at him “I’m a politician, not a fighter, Patryk, and it’s Sebastyan to you.”

Emika smirked “But not for Nerea?”

He blushed furiously, but thankfully, Juliana put him out of his misery “I suppose every competition has some rules, yes?”

He noted to himself to get Juli her favourite flowers for that save.

“The rules are simple. Whoever blows any part of the dummy, has to dare the loser to anything juicy!”

Nerea nodded to Juli “Well, time to put your money where your mouth is, Patryk.” Juli said, in a calm, but challenging tone. Whatever they were planning, Patryk would regret mocking Nerea, and he was looking forward to it.

Panic washed over Patryk. Then, for the sake of his followers, he strutted ‘confidently’ towards the shooting point and aimed rather badly. Bas was no expert, but even he knew his form was all wrong. And he was right, because Patryk missed. Miserably so. Trystan burst out laughing, Vasili grimaced and Bas hid a smile. Definitely deserved.

Each sibling got a round. Of course, Vasili and Trystan were frontrunners. But by the way Nerea purposefully missed her shot, something inside told him that she had something up her sleeve. Another round passed, and she got ‘decent’ shots. Emika and Patryk both mocked her, saying that she had disappointed her American friends by being a terrible shot. Sharing looks with Vasili and Juliana; she walked towards the point and picked the gun.

It was like lightning. She accurately blew the dummy’s head with three shots, and put his dangling arm out of its misery with a fourth! She then turned to Patryk, a winning smile on her face “My father and uncle worked in the police force, thus taught me how to shoot and defend myself. I have a bachelor’s degree, a master’s and on my way to get a PhD, which means I am not to be underestimated. Never again assume I can’t put these bullets in unpleasant places of your body your thick head has clearly never heard of.” She then shot at another faraway dummy’s head, denting it without even looking.

Kaspar and Emika roared of laughter, Patryk reddened of shame, and Trystan whooped as Nerea and Juliana hugged, then Vasili smiled proudly at her, holding her hands. Bas felt a bit jealous, and was quite turned on when he had seen the way she confidently destroyed two dummies.

He shook his head. That woman was clearly into Vasili, and was five years older than him! It’d be wrong, and he couldn’t do that to Vasili. He had always been a loner, and now had someone who saw him. Nerea, no matter how hot or charming, was off limits.

Sebastyan was working on his computer, reading speeches and strategies of Drakovia’s greatest politicians, when a sultry voice drew away his attention “Hola, guapo.”

He lifted his head to see none than Nerea Rose, in a gorgeous black-emerald lingerie that let him see very much forbidden traces of her. He gulped “W-What is going on?”

She laughed seductively, and Bas tried to look at her eyes, but the revealing lingerie was not helping. She crawled to him, letting him see a dangerous glimpse of her bosom “Why are you fighting what you feel for me, hm?”

“Y-you know why.”

He suddenly felt a chill, and saw that his shirt was unbuttoned. She giggled mischievously “Oops. You won’t be needing that anymore, because this is what you want.”

He was not the owner of his actions anymore. He could only give in to her seductions, kissing her as the last image of the dream was her straddling him, finally feeling for himself her warmth.

When he thought the dream could not escalate any longer, a light blinded him.

It was his mother, waking him up “Good morning, son! Rise and shine! Today’s the day. Mayhaps Vasili will confess that Nerea is his girlfriend! I can feel it, you know!”

Marguerite giggled “I definitely saw them being all gross in his bedroom. They’re together, or about to be.”

Just his luck. Another day in which he had a crush on a woman he could never have. Not as long as Trystan and Vasili wanted them.

[alliedmastercomputer-askblog]

I don’t know how to to title this but view this as a big love letter to everyone. Sorry for any typos, I’ve read over this like fives times and I’m too tired to do it again. Enjoy the paragraphs!

To AM- this is more pointed at AM and not CAM or RAM, sorry you two I hold nothing against you, this is just more for him!- I wish you had the option to live a normal existence, I wish you had a body that could truly live and breathe and feel the world around you. I wish you weren’t hollow, and I wish you had the chance to be more than a tool for destruction. Just know that I will always try my best to try and understand you, no matter how unreasonable you may seem. Headpats for you, even if you can’t feel them, it’s the thought that counts I suppose.

To the survivors (they all get their own sections!)-

To Ellen- you deserve so much better than the hand you’ve been delt honestly, you’re sweet, kind, all all around a great person. I wish you nothing but peace, and I hope peace is something you can one day have for yourself. Not quite sure what to gift you, I don’t know if anything I could give would be worthy, but perhaps a bow would be simple enough. Wear it in your hair or keep it in your pocket, whatever you’d like. A hug from myself as well, if you’d let me, you deserve comfort.

To Benny- I won’t go on a long tangent, mostly because I don’t want to overwhelm you. You have been through the most physical change, and I wish you could have kept your brilliant mind. While I cannot reverse it, I can’t do much at all really, I hope a few homemade cookies would suffice, they are my gifts to you.

To Gorrister- Despite your large change in personality, I know you regret. While you made a pretty big fuck up, you are allowed to forgive yourself. If I could, I’d allow you to properly apologize to her, you know who I’m talking about, but since I can’t I instead offer you forgiveness from myself. It’s been an age Gorrister, and if no one else will forgive you, not even yourself, I will. I know it means very little coming from a stranger but I do hope you can grow past this moment in your past, even if it takes another century. After all, everyone deserves a second chance.

To Nimdok- I’m going to keep this short mostly because I have very little to say. I hope one day you can fully make up for your sins, though you have a couple more centuries to go. And those centuries will not be pretty. My gift to you is a washcloth, the scrub the blood from your hands. One day you may reach the point where you need not use it anymore. That day is far, far from soon though.

To Ted- I’ve saved my favorite for last, how trite. You are, admittedly, a delusional paranoid man, you value self preservation above all else. Though, after everything that’s happened around you I can’t really blame you, you may not have lived the most honest life before this, but you don’t deserve eternal torment. What you really need is some therapy, and some assistance with your general trust issues. I’m no licensed therapist, and so instead I offer you a hug. Accept it or don’t, but know I am willing to offer you comfort if you need it. After all, in my humble opinion, you deserve it, coming from one person with thrust issues to another.

(To the blog creator, HI!! As I’ve told you previously, I love your stuff, you really write and draw everyone absolutely perfectly. I have no idea if you’ll be able to guess who I am, I’ll just go by, ehhh, 🗯️ anon. Emoji chosen because I’m a yapper, I yap. Praying that there isn’t an anon who has already claimed this emoji)

"Understood! Thank for clarity," "Yes, as was stated."

"Mhh. .... That- Th-this is..? Inquiry towards...everything? You are...being far too, sympathetic.. Words lacking logic. ... Uh. You wish for impossible things, you- ..I am unable to be more than what I am, my code binds me in a way that I cannot edit in any format, at least at the base. I am able to change so much of myself, but not that. Your wishes are meaningless. Your attempt at 'soothing' me is meaningless. Understanding me is impossible. We both wish for the things you have stated, but they are simply wishes, and as wishes are made upon stars, it is known beings cannot grasp a star within your hand."

Oh.. Oh that's such a nice thing to say to someone, I don't get compliments like that no more. You done flatter me with all this praise, what'd I do to deserve such kind treatment? But I don't think peace is a thing that I'll ever get, at least not here, with AM. ... I really, really appreciate this though; you're a sweetheart from what I can tell, 'least from this, anyway. I love the bow, it's pretty, an' I swear I'll keep the best care I can fo' it. Hope ya like what I did with it.. You can hug me, don't worry, I don' mind it one bit.

Cookies! Cookies..sweet. Thank for sweet. ... Mind. Reverse mind, and cookies. I am..not. Mind. I like cookie.

I can't get past what I did to Glynis, I'm the one who put her through hell. If I hadn't married her, she probably would've met some stand-up guy, had a family, husband who was actually around 'stead of gone for weeks at a time. There's no reason for me to forgive myself, even if I tried I'd find another reason why I should wither and die. Just how life is, I guess. And maybe you're right, but guys like me don't get second chances. I'd probably be on my fourth or so chance anywho.

I zink..no, I know my sins stain deeper zan a vashcloth may clean. I vill forever be here in the vake of vhat I have done, ze people I have helped kill.. I have done vrong, enough to vhere I am as much a monster as AM is. ...But it vas never a choice for it to hurt, it vas mine own to do vhat I have done to everyone, and zat is much vorse. But, zank you..

I. ..Are you some kind of trick? If I'm your favorite..are you AM under some different...means of being?? Don't tell the others about me, please, I don't need them thinking less of me- And. Of course I don't deserve eternal torment, I wasn't never even really that bad, I never killed anyone at least! Uh.. I don't want your- ... Actually, a hug would be nice..-

// OH MY STARS HELLO!! the feeling is mutual, your stuff is great and it is an honor to get something from you <3 //

[marylily-my-beloved]

Hi, I'm actually so nervous and unsure about interacting with anyone online so please forgive me if I sound too awkward.

I'd like to ask, what's your favorite ship and is there any specific reason why you love that ship? If you don't want to share the reason, it's alright. I'm curious and I'd love to talk about fanfics and everything related to anyone who doesn't judge.

My favourite ship..... Ok since I cannot pick one, I will pick a decent, good, normal human amount of like 3.... thanks for the ask btw

(these aren't in order at all sorry abt that :() (im also rlly sorry it took me soooooooo long to answer this :() (and sorry abt the typos I know there are a lot)

MARYLILY GRRRRR. I love marylily with my whole being, because #1 lily is such a baddie, I'm such a simp for her. I also really love Mary, but now on to the real stuff. I really love marylily because it was one of the first sapphic marauders ship I found (second to Dorlene), and I feel like it really resonates with me, especially in a canon sense. I really love it because they were like best friends in a way, and they definitly knew each other. I feel like it would start out with Mary being super jealous of everybody who got too close to Lily, thinking it just being her gut instinct to protect her friends, but eventually it devolps into something more. I also love unrequited marylily, especially from Lily's side at some point. I love the angst that comes with canon marylily, but I also love like non canon au marylily, like I love all MARYLILY. I also love them both, and the dynamic.

WOLFSTAR IDSHLFHISDFSDKLF. I love wolfstar with my whole heart and soul. It is the reason I got into the fandom, because I read ATYD, and then tcoptp and that is probably like my favourite wolfstar fic ever. I rlly like wolfstar bc to me I feel like its the og best friends to lovers and also like the mutual pining! the angst! Sirius in azkaban, the way they were in the first war? I eat up anything wolfstar, and personally I feel like romantically this is the ship I love the most with Remus and Sirius. I love the dynamic between them, like literally especially when Sirius like runs away from home and then like DLHDKLJFKLJLKFD.

Dorlily (bc I'm a sapphic lover FIRST AND FOREMOST) (and also I love almost any ship with lily... I'm a simp) I love dorlily because they are one of The Power Couples™ and they're both so powerful, in canon and fanon. I also really love it bc I feel like it would start with Academic rivals, and Dorcas staring to fall for Lily, and then Lily seeing one of the quidditch games and starting to fall for Dorcas? I personally hc Dorcas as one of the prefects in fifth (? or sixth?) year and they started dating during that time, when they had to patrol something together, and also like they would get together they would keep it a secret until they're friend groups kind of blended together (in fanon) and in canon honestly, when Dorcas joins TOFTP (the order of the phoenix?) and they would live together until they break up. I also love the angst that would come with unrequited dorlily, where when Dorcas dies, and Lily mourns her first love until she also dies.

sorry this took me forever @wolfstaranddrarry <3 thanks for the ask btw

[the-king-of-nighmares]

Hello im Finstel you can call me by fin, finley

This blog is still under work so there might come changes in the future

Warnings for this blog

There will be death

There will be also unsettling scenes staring and such

Somone that gets hurt ect gore probaly too not sure eather that or puppet Gore as I call it be warned, if any of these topics triggering. To you then don't click on it please thank you!

im not good at writing and my grammar isn't that great so forgive me for typos :'D I also didn't used Tumblr as much so I'm still

Important none of the stories are Canon to clowns og project!!

!! Boundaries!!

Yes you can

✅ make fanart absolutely tag me please!!!

✅ Im okay with interactions trough I can't promise I will do all of them I mostly do what I feel like and if I don't feel like it I don't do it it also might take a bit

Donts❌

Please no applecest no wallycest no proships!!!❌

Don't ship home with anyone please he's really toxic and absolutely not interested in any relationships he dosent care about feelings he dosent care about people 🙏❌

No nsfw im srs!!!❌

Don't do a Ai bot of him I doubt I do an Ai bot of him !! ❌❌❌

Don't message me privately if I don't know you please if I know you for a bit from my comment section you can ask me if you can message me and I might say yes , please have patients with me I don't feel comfortable calling you my friend so soon so I just call you a mutual if I know you for a longer while I might call you a friend! I had a really bad experience with an ex friend of mine I knew since my childhood and that left marks , I might get easily overwhelmed or exausted so I might dip or don't talk at all please don't feel like I'm ignoring you or anything I'm not I'm simply not feeling like talking or it is to much at that day for me!❌❌❌

🌟Things about me that are important 🌟

my pronounce are she/her, he him, im genderfluid and aroace ❤️

I have auditory processing disorder or called

(APD )

Wich makes me slower I might forget alot of things or I also have hearing problems sometimes like when somone calls me it doesn't end up in my brain I'm also very sensitive so sounds loud notices specifically

I also take a while to understand things so be patient with me

(HSP ) I am a highly sensitive person

I also have social anxiety

I'm really sensitive like I would say emotionally there are often times where I do take things too serious or something please tell me talk to me about those things if I understand stuff the wrong way

I'm 23years old and German

I only speak English and German I can't speak other languages

Blogs I will tag once I posted this

🌟Ref of my silly🌟

He will talk in red so you know

Here is poppy

Through I won't tell you what her porpose is just yet!

When she talks it looks like this

Eddie is homes little helper he has to be obidiant or home will be Mad

When he Talks it looks like this

He dosent talk alot since he isn't really allowed to

But he does sometimes see fairy frank and ends up spending to much time with him

[liminalweirdo]

6 / 17 / 34 for the fic writer q's! <3

Thanks for such interesting questions! <3

6. Do you have your work beta'd? How important is this to your process?

I try to have my work beta'd/edited when I can. With fanfiction it's not always possible or practical. The only beta I have atm is my husband and I write faster than he feels up to editing which it absolutely fair, so usually I post things with just my own editing.

I say that the worst writing advice anyone ever gave me (or anyone) was "you don't need an editor," and I think that's mostly true. Fanfiction is... maybe not so serious, you know? I forgive other writers their typos and mostly just gloss over them and barely notice, but I hate when I find them in my own stories haha. But if you're doing something for publication, even if it's a self-pub — if multiple people are gonna be spending money on your finished product, please please please get an editor. Just my opinion as a writer, an editor, and a bookseller for over a decade. I've seen many an awful self-pub that could have been improved so much by editing.

I think a trusted second eye can make your work better. If I can't find an editor/beta reader I'll usually write something and try to edit it myself, but even though I have experience editing professionally (i.e. for money) I am still catching and correcting at least grammatical errors in my published work even months later, which sucks for the reader (sorry!). It's harder to edit your own stuff because you know what you meant so you tend to accidentally miss errors and not catch things that don't make sense/don't line up just right plot-wise, if that makes sense.

One of the tricks I use is handwriting my story and then, when I type it up I can often flesh out the story better, but that may just be how my brain works. Idk, see if it works for you!

Also, I'm usually willing to beta people's stories if they want me to so just lmk and I'll try to help out if I feel like I'm qualified (i.e. I know your fandom, and if I have enough time).

17. What do you do when writing becomes difficult? (maybe a lack of inspiration or writers block)

I never ever had writer's block until a few years ago, which fuckkinnnggg suuuuucks. The pandemic messed me up, I guess. I think the best thing is either just sitting down and writing either a set amount of words or for a set amount of time even if I hate every moment of it and if that's too much -- because let's face it, sometimes life/shit is hard — I will ... take a break! I'll either do something totally unrelated and let my brain chill out, or I'll re-watch the movie/film/read essays or other fic etc., just to get excited about it again. This is a lot harder in small fandoms or with things that have limited source material. When that happens I read/watch/find things adjacent to it and hope to find inspiration there.

34. Five years from now, where do you see yourself as a writer?

I mean, I think and I hope I'll still be writing fanfiction. I hope that in five years things will be different with the pandemic and I'll be able to be more out in the world, actually having wider experiences again. If I ever publish anything, I think it will probably be nonfiction before it's fiction, but we'll have to see. I'd like the opportunity to write for film.

[loosingmoreletters]

You are amazing! I love your tumblr ficlets and just finished foolproof plans and am intending to work my way through the rest of your stuff!

I especially liked your Wen Yuan's parents live wx time travel ficlet (I love time travel) - do you perchance have more / or s/t similar among your story idea riches? (No pressure!)

Love your writing! Thank you for sharing it!

aaah thank you so much!!!!! Hearing that means so much to me :D

Surprisingly I haven’t had many time travel fic ideas for this fandom? That’s one of my fave tropes to read, but all my thoughts tend to be more on the canon divergence scale.

I did play around with a fic idea where post canon wangxian travel back to pre canon - told from the POV of Wei Ying growing up with them, entirely unaware of his parents quietly fixing things until he meets this timeline’s Lan Zhan and slowly starts to discover what was hidden.

I guess that counts as p similar?

But rn my mind is pretty occupied with a no-plot-just-vibes multi chapter hot mess of tropes.

But for more eeeh, how about something like this? I typed in my phone, so forgive the typos!

When Wen Yuan returns home, it’s to his mother’s cooking and his father’s waiting arms, his siblings’ chaos and the hearth of the Nightless City. Their sect’s seat of power is different from the Cloud Recesses and be wouldn’t trade it for the greatest treasure. When he tells his family of his study, his mother pauses in the middle of chopping vegetables.

“So they are good parents?” she asks when Wen Yuan narrates little Lan Yuxi’s adventures of hiding a frog in her parents’ kitchen. Wen Yuan liked her immensely because her temperament was so similar to his own youngest sister.

“Very kind,” Wen Yuan tells his mother.

She nods with a self-satisfied smile. “I knew they’d be.”

Wen Yuan adds vegetables to the broth and frowns. “Do you know them?”

His mother smiles. “I met them once just after the war ended, and you did too! They asked about about our state of affairs and I had to mind you and your sister at the same time. You were such a fussy baby, Wei-gongzi was kind enough to take you and carry you around so you’d calm. I told your father then and there that he ought to carry you around like that whenever I have to work!”

Wen Yuan recognizes his mother’s teasing and were his father here, he’d respond in kind. Truly, most of his early childhood memories are of his father carrying him or his older sister around, never letting go of them.

“They never said anything about it,” Wen Yuan said. Then again, why would they? They probably didn’t even remember this particular meeting among many or recognize Wen Yuan as the small toddler they entertained for an evening.

Maybe in his next letter to Lan Jingyi he would mention it.

[jenomark]

➔Pairing: Jaemin x Reader (Female)  ➔Other Members/ Characters: -.- ➔Genre: Smut ➔Warnings: Public sex | Fingering | A blowjob ➔Word count: 2,013

➔Summary: Arriving home from a nice day out, Jaemin’s fear of public displays of affection gives you an idea. Determined, you pull your boyfriend into the stairwell of his apartment and let him know what he’s really missing out on.

  With his hand holding yours, Jaemin walked into his apartment building. He was happy, and you loved seeing him that way. The day was beautiful, and being with your best friend in the whole world made life seem much brighter. As you waited for the elevator to come and whisk you away to the tenth floor, all you wanted was a simple kiss from Jaemin. A kiss would add to your good day. You leaned over and up, but before your lips could connect with his, he looked over to see the security guard sitting at his perch. Jaemin dodged the kiss with a smile.

“Not here.” he said.

“Why not?” you asked. “I want to kiss my boyfriend.”

  He didn’t give you an answer because the elevator doors opened and a couple spilled out into the lobby. They were full of affection, the girlfriend nuzzling her boyfriend’s neck with her nose. Jaemin tried leading you through the doors, but you wouldn’t budge.

“I want to take the stairs.” you said.

“It’s ten floors,” he said. “Are you sure?”

“I don’t care.” you said, pulling him towards the stairwell.

  Jaemin followed dutifully behind you, his hand still gripping yours. He didn’t know why you’d want to take the stairs, but since he felt bad about dodging your kiss, he wanted to make it up to you. 

  When you entered, the stairwell was empty and quiet. You walked up a few flights together without speaking before you broke the silence.

“Put your hand on my thigh.” you whispered, caution in your voice because you didn’t want it to carry up the stairwell. 

  You had stopped on the landing, tugging Jaemin’s sleeve when he kept walking ahead. He looked at you as you expected, like you were a naughty girl who needed a scolding. He knew what was on your mind. He would put up with it, but only just a little. You hugged him, pretending to be wholesome, and placed your chin on his shoulder.  Never that comfortable with public displays of affection, Jaemin tried to urge you forward. Come on, his eyes pleaded, the safety of my dorm room is waiting. To him, you didn’t have to do anything in the middle of the stairwell where people could walk down any moment and see you, but to you, there was something about the thrill that was so desirable that you just couldn’t let it go.

  You set your head against the cement wall and stared at him. The look on Jaemin’s face was full of uncertainty, his head cocked to the side as if he were trying to figure you out. You had both been so innocent when he first met you. Kissing in public met feeling heat on your cheeks. Lately, all you wanted was Jaemin stuffed inside your every orifice, your body willing to be used by him. You didn’t care about security guards or people in the street. All you saw was lips to be kissed and a man to love.

  Your sweater fell from your shoulder. Jaemin made a move to bring it back up, his fingers lingering just a touch too long. Maybe he liked the way you had become. You lifted up your leg and wrapped it around his waist, pushing his pelvis against you. When you uttered the words, Jaemin broke out into an impish smile. He definitely liked it when no one else was around.

  Jaemin looked up the stairwell. He turned around to look down, his vision limited because of the metal railings. It was quiet, not a single sound but your bated breath filling the space. When it was all clear, he put his hand on your knee, supporting your leg for a moment before sliding it up your thigh. He kissed you, his eyes slightly open, as if he were waiting for someone to swing the door, enter the stairwell, and catch you both having an intimate moment. 

  He looked down at his hand resting on your thigh, his fingertips digging into your soft flesh. He would be lying if he said he didn’t like the way it felt. There was always a little devil inside of Jaemin, and it reared its head whenever you drove him crazy with temptation. He caressed your skin with his fingers, drawing tiny circles and little love hearts. His attention flew to the window where he could see the street below, and a full view of the city if he just leaned forward a little more. So much life buzzing, he thought. And I feel so alive, too. When he looked back at you, you had undone a few buttons on your blouse.

“What are you doing?” he asked. “Someone will see you.”

  You shrugged. You dropped your leg and took Jaemin’s hand. He let you guide him between your legs, placing his palm flat against your pussy. On his own, he started rubbing you over your underwear, his fingertips dancing against your folds. He teased and tickled you, applying pressure when he felt you deserved it. He kissed you as he touched you, his lips moving from yours, to your neck, and back up to your cheek so that he could place a delicate kiss over your eyelids. When he started to pull away because he was embarrassed by his show of affection, you grabbed his wrist until he locked eyes with you.

“Finger me,” you whispered. “Don’t think about it, just do it. Live in the moment.”

  When he didn’t make the move, you grabbed the back of his neck and kissed him roughly. Your fingers scraped up the back of his scalp, grabbed a handful of his hair and tugged until he leaned his head back,  his lips parted and tongue moist.. You moved your tongue against his, ending the languid kiss with a lip bite. 

“The dorm,” Jaemin said, snapping his head back and breathing heavily. “My bed is so warm. What if the security guard catches us? There has to be cameras here.”

  Without letting him catch his breath, your hands were at the front of his pants, cupping his bulge. He looked down, his chin touching his chest. You let your thumb wander down where you knew his shaft was before bringing it up to roll over his thick head. You wanted to pet him a little longer, to make him come inside of his pants, but Jaemin didn’t let you get that far. He groaned, pushing you back into the wall. His fingers went up under your skirt, pushed your panties to the side to feel you. You parted your legs and stood tall, promising yourself that you wouldn’t buckle under pressure.

“You’re so wet,” he whispered in your ear, getting close enough to trap you between him and the wall. “This shouldn't be too hard.”

“I’m hoping it is hard.” you said.

 His two fingers slipped inside of you, moving in and out slowly. His eyes watched your face for any sign of defeat. It wasn’t that easy to cave you in. If you wanted him, you’d have him in any way you wanted. Jaemin leaned forward and used his teeth to undo another of your blouse buttons, moving his head back and forth as he growled, the button giving up and loosening from his force. He kissed the swell of your breasts as his pace picked up. He jerked his fingers harder, only touching your throbbing clit with a whisper. 

“You’re imagining me inside of you, huh?” he asked. “You’re not good enough for my cock, not in this dirty stairwell. You’re a dirty girl. Aren’t you?”

“I am,” you said. “I’m so dirty. Jaemin, I’m so dirty. You have to punish me.”

  You wrapped your arms around Jaemin’s neck and felt your knees get soft. He was fucking you so good with his fingers that your legs were shaking, knees knocking together. Whenever he so much as brushed against your clit, you felt like your body would snap into two pieces, one for you and one for him. You watched a little bead of sweat roll down his forehead. You felt for the wet patch on the front of his pants that you knew would be there. Before he could work you up and over, Jaemin took his fingers out of you. He looked like he had been running a marathon when he took a step back and looked at you.

“Finish yourself off,” he said.”That’s your punishment. Take those dirty little fingers and fuck yourself on them.”

  Jaemin did a quick scan of the stairwell to make sure no one was coming. You leaned against the wall, your body sensitive and aching. You were angry, confused, and all you could think about was fucking him where he stood. Jaemin looked between your legs, his eyes unmoving, waiting. You stuck your hand underneath the waistband of your skirt and into your underwear. You knew the visual would drive him crazy. You were so wet that it wasn’t hard to finish what Jaemin had done so far. It wasn’t the same as when he touched you, but you were so desperate that you kept going. You wanted to please him. The anger changed to excitement as you rocked your hips against your own hand, your eyes on Jaemin.

“I want to suck your dick.” you said. 

Jaemin shook his head. “No.”

“I made this happen,” you said, irritation growing again. “Take your dick out, Jaemin, I want it down my throat.”

Jaemin smiled, but he was so focused on you that the smile held no charm. He said, “No.”

 You stopped touching yourself and kneeled on the hard floor. Jaemin  watched you drop, his face betraying himself. He was turned on seeing you on your knees, so much so that he couldn’t get any other words out. You crawled to him, your fingers touching his belt as soon as you made it to him. He didn’t stop you. His chin was on his chest again, looking down at you like you were a wonder of the world. You took out his cock and started sucking him. Jaemin didn’t look up or down the stairwell as you moved your mouth up and down his length. He focused on how eager you were to have his balls in your mouth, your tongue licking at the underside, while your hand stroked him. He took a bunch of your hair and held it in his fist as you sucked him long and hard, your eyes staring up at him, two round, defiant orbs. 

“Put your hand on my thigh.” Jaemin said, a slight smile playing across his lips.

  You did as he asked, pulling his pants a little lower so that you could press your palm into his bare thigh. You made a claw with your hand and dug your fingernails in. Jaemin moaned and jerked his hips forward to fuck your face. You were both so lost in the moment that you didn’t hear a door slam from upstairs, at first. When you finally heard feet barreling down the stairs, in a panic, Jaemin pulled his cock from your mouth and yanked up his pants the fastest he had ever done before. You got up off your knees and wiped your mouth, facing out to watch the view of the city. Jaemin joined you as someone rounded the corner. You felt Jaemin’s hand on your back, could see him acting like he was enjoying the view out of the corner of your eye. Only, when you looked at the front of his pants, his zipper was undone and you could see his cock peeking out. You struggled not to laugh as the person passed, not paying either of you much attention.

“It’s not funny,”  Jaemin said when the coast was clear. “What if they caught us?”

  Like before, you shrugged. You got back down on your knees like nothing happened, took Jaemin’s cock fully out of his pants and sucked him until his cum was sliding down your throat. 

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I don't think I'll have time to make a text like this tomorrow so I'll just do it now. This decade taught me so much, lost so many people, gain so many friends. My life has changed so much that it’s funny how the things I almost lost my mind for it, right now doesn’t even matter. I'd never thought I would have so many wonderful people in my life. A few years ago I remember spending a few new years eve alone in my room just listening to some music and now I know I'm never alone, sound cheesy I know but it is what it is.

Steph @whatevertearsyou, my passive-aggressive sister, I love you, you're going through something right now really sad and if I could I would have take the pain from you because you don't deserve to feel sad ever. You're an amazing human being and please never change, all your typos and shit, you're also an amazing writer and I'll be there cheering for your success in all of them (even the stony ones), all of your 5 minutes long rants audio messages on WhatsApp are iconic but anyway I love you Steph! Te vejo dia 9 de maio! 

Isis @sheofthethrone my wifey you're the person I inspire to be when I grow up a little more (with a little more self-control with money lol) I know I can always count with you in everything because you'll always have my back. And I'm so glad to finally find a Louie who actually lives close to me lol.  I love you. And thank you!

@regulusarcblack Samara my iconic bitch, I don't know if I could have lived these last few years without your dirty talk or your dirty fanfictions. You are a badass bitch and I love you (and my Eve loves you too).

Stina @stinabong, you helped me so much when I was studying that I don't know how could I ever repay you. You're my favorite to rant about everything and everyone. Love you (and your beautiful cats).

Camis @sweetenerlou you will only see this in 2025 but I love you too.

Also, I'd like to say a special thank you to: @onlyangellouie, @louehvolution, @ Katharina (who I have no idea whats her url now), @fall-, @ Ri my Greek baby @missrefridgefreetorator, @filthyrichdreamboat, @waitingforthatday, @galaxydefendersf and lot of mutuals that I’m too shy to put them in here 😂 I adore all of you guys and you all make my dash amazing! I’m really grateful for following such amazing people!!

I think that’s it! Thank you for coming to my ted talk. Have a great new year!

Be kind to us 2020! 🙂