#liam looks so beautiful while doing all that

[stxrkiss]

谷 𝁼 𝒈𝒐 ahead ִ and 𝒞𝓇𝓎 𔓕 𝔏𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔩𝔢 𝔊𝔦𝔯𝔩 ᮫ ꒱

そんな無垢な目で見つめるな... 汚したく なるだろう?

# 𝑷𝑨𝑰𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮 : 𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝓑𝓻𝓾𝓬𝓮 𝓦𝓪𝔂𝓷𝓮 𝑥 𝐹𝑒𝑚 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 ☆

# 𝑺𝒀𝑵𝑶𝑷𝑺𝑰𝑺 : 𝘏𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥. 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥'𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳. 𝘏𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘊𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘉𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘦? 𝘏𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦. 𝘖𝘩 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴. 𝘏𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦...

# 𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮 : 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘳, 𝘶𝘯𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘺 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘺𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘤𝘴, 𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘱𝘴, 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘳. 𝘐𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘴𝘺𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳/𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴. 𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘋𝘕𝘐.

# 𝑵𝑶𝑻𝑬 : 𝘌𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦.

Bruce remembers the first time he met you.

You were five years old. A tiny thing, too small, too delicate, all bright eyes and soft hands, clinging to his leg like a lifeline.

Your father—one of his most trusted business partners—had laughed, shaking his head.

“She’s taken a liking to you,” he had said, ruffling your hair.

And then, with all the confidence of a child, you had beamed up at Bruce and declared,

“I’m gonna marry you one day!”

The room had erupted in laughter. Your father had chuckled, his business partners had teased him. But Bruce—

Bruce had only smiled.

It was harmless. Just childish innocence.

Or at least, that’s what he had told himself.

You grew up fast.

Too fast.

One moment, you were that little girl clutching his hand at charity galas, giggling when he lifted you into his arms. The next, you were nineteen, standing in his home like you belonged there, a young woman too beautiful for her own good. all soft curves and knowing smiles.

Bruce didn’t know when it started—when his affection for you twisted into something ugly.

All he knows is that one day, he looked at you—really looked at you—and something inside him snapped.

Because you were beautiful.

And it was wrong.

So, so wrong.

And Bruce—he was not a good man.

He tried to be. God, he tried.

Bruce tried to ignore it. He told himself it was natural—a fatherly protectiveness over the daughter of his closest friend.

But a father wouldn’t think about you the way he did.

A father wouldn’t ache like this.

A father wouldn’t watch you when you weren’t looking.

Wouldn’t stare when your nightgown slipped off your shoulder.

Wouldn’t feel his throat tighten when you called him “Mr. Wayne”, your voice so sweet, so innocent, so cruel.

You had no idea what you were doing to him.

And that was the worst part.

You make it impossible.

Because you’re thoughtless. Careless.

You touch him too much. Press yourself against him in hugs that last too long, your fingers curling around his arm, your breath warm on his neck.

He told himself it was innocent. That the way he watched you wasn’t wrong. That the thoughts in his head were just passing moments of weakness—nothing more.

It gets worse when you start talking to him about boys.

You sit on the couch in his study, curled up in one of his expensive leather chairs, talking about your boyfriend problems while he nurses a glass of whiskey, fingers tightening around the crystal.

“Ugh, I don’t know,” you sigh. “Liam’s being so... needy.”

Bruce doesn’t answer.

You don’t notice the way his jaw clenches. The way his fingers tighten. The way his thoughts turn ugly.

You just keep talking.

“He wants to have sex, but I don’t think I’m ready.” You stretch your arms above your head, your crop top rising just enough to show a sliver of your stomach. “I mean, I don’t want my first time to be... disappointing, y’know?”

Bruce stares at you.

His blood boils.

Your first time.

With some boy.

Some child who doesn’t know a damn thing about you.

He hates it.

The thought of your soft little body under some clumsy boy, of you making those sweet little sounds for someone who doesn’t deserve them—someone who doesn’t know you like he does—it makes something inside him snap.

He wants to tell you the truth.

That boys don’t know how to take care of a girl like you. That they’ll use you. That you need a man—someone who can be gentle, who knows how to take care of you, how to teach you.

He wants to say all of it.

But instead, he just takes a slow sip of whiskey and says,

“Be careful who you trust.”

You don’t see the way his eyes darken.

You don’t hear the warning in his voice.

And the worst part?

You ask him for advice.

“Mr. Wayne,” you say sweetly, resting your chin on your palm, “why do men always want one thing?”

Bruce’s jaw clenches. His hands curl into fists under the table.

You don’t understand what you’re playing with.

You don’t see the way his eyes darken when you talk about them. The boys who touch you. The ones who don’t deserve to even look at you.

You don’t understand the filthy thoughts he has when he imagines you with them.

You don’t understand that he wants to ruin you.

Bruce stares at you, at your bare skin, at the way your lips part as if waiting for him to take.

And God help him.

He does.

His hands clench against the couch. He leans in, close enough to breathe you in.

Close enough to claim.

Close enough to ruin you.

He doesn’t remember when he started following you.

Not just in the manor. Not just in his home.

Outside. In the city.

You don’t notice.

Or maybe you do.

Maybe you like knowing he’s watching.

Watching as you go on dates with boys your age—pathetic, fumbling boys who don’t know how to take care of you the way a man like him would.

You always seem disappointed after those dates.

And Bruce tells himself it’s because you know.

You know they aren’t enough.

That they’ll never be enough.

That no one will ever love you the way he does.

But then, one night, he looked at you—really looked at you—and something inside him snapped.

Because you weren’t a child anymore.

You were soft curves and bright smiles and whispers of silk.

And it was wrong.

So, so wrong.

He tries to ignore it.

To pretend that nothing has changed. That you’re still just the daughter of his friend—a girl he has known since childhood.

But you make it impossible.

Because you’re cruel.

You don’t even realize it, but you are.

The way you hug him just a little too long. The way you press against him, your body warm, your scent too sweet, too intoxicating. The way you laugh—tilting your head back, exposing the soft skin of your throat.

The way you call him “Mr. Wayne” in that sweet, teasing voice—like you know exactly what it does to him.

But you don’t.

You don’t understand how dangerous it is to tempt a man like him.

But you will.

Soon.

He thinks about it too much.

The way you look at him. The way you look for him at every party, every event. The way you light up when he pays attention to you.

He shouldn’t.

You’re too young. Too innocent.

He should be ashamed of the way his fingers tighten around his glass when he sees you in those short dresses, the way his breath hitches when you cross your legs, letting the hem ride up—just enough.

And he knows, deep down, that you aren’t doing it on purpose.

That you trust him.

That you have no idea how sick he is.

That you have no idea how long he’s been watching you, how long he’s been thinking about you in ways he shouldn’t.

That you have no idea how badly he wants to ruin you.

It happens late one night.

You’re staying at the manor while your father is away, wandering around in nothing but a silk nightgown that barely reaches your thighs.

And Bruce is watching you.

He shouldn’t be.

But God help him, he can’t look away.

You’re sitting on the couch, knees pulled to your chest, scrolling through your phone, completely unaware of the monster lurking in the shadows.

Then, without looking up, you murmur,

“You’re staring, Mr. Wayne.”

His blood runs hot.

You’re doing it again. Pushing him. Testing him.

You don’t even know what you’re playing with.

“What are you doing up?” His voice is calm. Controlled. But there’s an edge to it, a tension that wasn’t there before.

You stretch, your nightgown riding up, exposing too much skin.

“Couldn’t sleep,” you murmur. Then, you turn to him, eyes dark, playful. Inviting. “But maybe you could help with that.”

Silence.

A long, dangerous silence.

Then, Bruce is in front of you, his hands gripping the couch on either side of your body, caging you in.

“You don’t know what you’re doing,” he says, voice low, deadly.

But you just smile.

And Bruce?

Bruce finally snaps.

It’s not gentle.

It’s not soft.

He grips your wrist, too tight, dragging you forward until you gasp, your balance thrown off.

You fall against him, your body flush against his, and he hates himself for how good it feels.

For how warm you are. For how easily you fit against him.

His breath is hot against your ear, his hands shaking as they hover over your skin.

He shouldn’t.

He can’t.

But he wants to.

So, so badly.

“You think this is a game?” His voice is hoarse, strained.

Your lips part, confusion flickering across your face.

And for the first time, you see it.

The way he looks at you.

Like a starving man staring at his last meal.

Like a man at war with himself, a man who has spent years trying to fight something that was always meant to consume him.

You blink up at him, lips slightly parted.

His breath shudders. His grip tightens.

Then, he’s kissing you.

It’s not soft. It’s not sweet. It’s desperate. A collision of heat and teeth and pent-up want that’s been festering inside him for too long.

You gasp against his lips, and he drinks it in, pressing you deeper into the couch, caging you with his body.

And when he finally pulls back, his pupils blown wide, his breath ragged—

And Bruce—Bruce knows he’s going to hell for this.

But maybe he was always meant to burn.

And maybe you were always meant to burn with him.

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[itaipava]

— f1 boys and their moments of quiet admiration for you.

˒ ⌕ LANDO NORRIS

observing you laughter from afar: he always thought your laugh was the most beautiful thing in the world, but at that moment he knew for sure. you were so free and happy with your friends that you didn’t even notice him looking at you with a huge smile on his face; the way your face lights up while you’re laughing wholeheartedly without a care in the world... his eyes shine with a feeling of warmth and joy just seeing you happy; all he wants is to make you the happiest person in the world so that that beautiful smile never leaves your face.

˒ ⌕ GEORSE RUSSELL

watching you sleep peacefully: amidst so many things in his life, he cherishes every peaceful moment by your side. so when he wakes up in the morning and sees you sleeping so peacefully next to him, it makes his heart melt a little in his chest. he lies on his side and admires every beautiful detail of you for a few minutes; how your breathing is so calm, your hair on your face, your eyes closed and your mouth so, so perfect. he gently brushes a few strands of your hair from your face and caresses your cheek, just enjoying this simple moment with you while feeling a deep, peaceful connection.

˒ ⌕ SEBASTIAN VETTEL

the way you speak about what you love: he loves listening to everything you say, but he loves it even more when you talk about your passions and dreams; seeing the fire in your eyes and the way you smile with excitement and love makes his heart race in his chest and a huge smile appears on his lips. he doesn’t say it, but in those moments he feels a sense of gratitude and joy for being able to see this side of you that he admires so much.

˒ ⌕ CARLOS SAINZ

silently watching you work on something important: whether it’s a creative project for work, cooking, or even a small task, he loves to admire you from afar. he loves your expressions and how beautiful you are without even knowing it. your dedication and skills in your movements; he likes to make mental notes of your mannerisms and little things you do that make you so unique. it’s in these moments that he gets completely lost in you and could look at you for hours.

˒ ⌕ CHARLES LECLERC

noticing how you carry yourself in public: seeing you interact with others with confidence, humor, and kindness makes his heart race in his chest, in those moments, he finds you more beautiful than ever; how much you stand out from others just by being you. he feels a swell of pride and love in knowing that you are his, and how incredibly beautiful you are.

˒ ⌕ LEWIS HAMILTON

taking in your appearance when you’re not looking: he simply loves looking at you and noticing your little details; how your hair falls, how your hand rests gently on the table, how you concentrate while putting on makeup or skincare. quietly appreciating how naturally beautiful you are in every situation and he never gets tired of it; of looking at you and thinking you’re the most beautiful person in the world.

˒ ⌕ OSCAR PIASTRI

feeling grateful when you show kindness to other: he silently watches you being kind or helpful to someone else and in those moments he realizes how much he admires you as a person, and how beautiful your heart is. he learns a lot from you and values ​​that immensely; to him, you couldn’t be more perfect.

˒ ⌕ LIAM LAWSON

admiring you lost in thought: he can’t help but stare at you while you’re working. the way your expression changes with every thought or idea, how quickly you type on the computer, how you roll your eyes and sigh when something goes wrong... he smiles from afar, admiring how beautiful you look in these simple moments. he could spend all day like this, observing how gorgeous you are and how thoughtful and passionate you are about what you do.

˒ ⌕ MAX VERSTAPPEN

holding your hand and just looking at you: sitting together in comfortable silence while he’s holding your hand and watching you without words, letting his gaze express all the affection he feels. he doesn’t hide the fact that he’s admiring you, but he also don’t stop when you get embarrassed and ask him what he’s looking at. he just likes to look at you, admire you and memorize every single detail of you.

[omgthatdress]

Just a little considerations for those still grieving Liam Payne

So, right now, you are probably still lost in some very real grief over someone you never met but has still been a major part of your life since you were thirteen. You feel like you've lost an extremely close friend. It's hard to imagine your life where he isn't somehow present.

I know all this because felt the exact same way seven years ago when Chester Bennington died by suicide. And I do have a little bit of wisdom to share with you all right now, wisdom that I really wish I didn't have.

First of all, it's okay to be sad. To cry. To feel like shit and wish this had happened to someone else, someone who deserved it. Give yourself the time and space to feel all that because it's the only way you can start to move on. Feeling sad is only a problem when, months later, you simply CAN'T move on. That's depression, and that's when you should seek professional mental health treatment.

Secondly, there aren't going to be ANY easy answers in this. Right now a lot of people are looking for fingers to point, people to blame, and even finding conspiracy theories that Liam was murdered. While it may be initially comforting to fall into the idea that Liam didn't do this to himself, he was murdered for some reason (usually because he was going to expose a pedophile ring of some sort), conspiracy theories are always wrong and will NEVER give you the satisfying answer you want.

It was Liam's decision to step out onto that balcony, and his alone. It is no one else's fault. Accepting that is incredibly hard to do, but it is ultimately what will grant you the most peace.

As for what lead up to that, well, there's a lot. Fucked up celebrity deaths are kind of my Roman Empire, so while I never knew Liam, I DO know a lot about what leads up to huge, terrible tragedies that play out in the tabloids in extremely ugly ways.

Becoming famous at a really young age is an incredibly mixed bag. While you do get to live out this shit 99% of people on earth can only dream of, it does mean you often find yourself at 30 with a career that's basically over. A lot of young celebs simply don't know what to do with themselves once the fame and adoration has dried up, and the answer is usually to do an absolute fuck ton of drugs.

Drug and alcohol abuse changes your personality. I know this from personal experience. Someone very close to me developed a serious problem with alcohol, and turned from a kind, funny, wonderful person to someone nasty, abusive, and resentful. Someone I didn't recognize at all. While I and my person were very lucky that they were able to quit drinking, not everyone is so lucky.

Liam deserved better. He was so young and he still had ample opportunity to turn his life around. But he made one terrible decision, and now he's dead, and there simply is no changing that.

So what do you do? Remember him, and love him. Be grateful for the joy that he brought into your life. Sing his songs, and stay close to the friends you made because of him. The fact that you are so fucking sad right now is a beautiful thing, because it only shows how deeply loved Liam Payne really was.

[revvethasmythh]

listen, now that everything is said and done i'm going to say something i've been thinking but not outright saying for the past nearly four years. frankly, imogen and laudna's relationship is a pale shadow of caleb and veth's and if you really sit and think about it, it's outright embarrassing for the former party. it's like if you saw a beautiful piece of art and tried to emulate it and then the only thing you managed to jot down that was the same was the basic shape and you never added any color when the color was the most important part. imogen and laudna's relationship is formed out of almost the exact same origins (troubled mage who needs to keep a distance from regular society joins up with monstrous misfit with a traumatic backstory and become each other's most important person while traveling place-to-place because they keep getting into trouble in cities). the difference is, genuinely, how much more colorful and lived in caleb and veth's story feels. they met in a podunk county jail and worked together to break out of the place, stayed together for practical reasons (straight-up survival) and then out of genuine friendship. they were hobos in the woods together. they cuddled on the side of the roads on cold nights together. they were genuinely each other's sole lifeline because they were the type of people no one in the world cared about in a very real, visceral way. they were also con artists, and sam and liam worked together to come up with an entire booklet of different cons they used to survive, which come into play surprisingly often during the campaign (Modern Literature, famously, but also Mother's Love and Money Pot featured).

comparatively, we know next to nothing about what imogen and laudna's lives looked like after leaving gelvaan, and the Incident™️ that sent them running in the first place remains amorphous and random no matter how many times the story is told or whatever extra details get added. the people of gelvaan found laudna to be a generically threatening presence (because of her fun-scary appearance and/or kooky-fun-scary behavior) and picked up their torches and pitchforks to run her out of town. imogen heard her thoughts and found them so beautiful she nearly killed two of the townspeople she grew up with the defend her and then they fled into the night together. and that's it. what did they do for two entire years after that? i don't know! neither do you. they don't appear to have struggled for money like caleb and veth did, there's no reference to hard-living, no real reference to what jobs they took to stay afloat, no mention of the practical realities of living as homeless nomads, no mention of towns and cities they'd visited and how those places impacted them. nothing. empty. no color. how did their relationship develop? also don't know! they seem to have slotted together perfectly as friends with no conflict for years before slotting together perfectly as lovers while batting aside all attempts at conflict later. done and dusted, that's the relationship, and people have the gall to call caleb and veth's successor relationship 'soulmatism' when it doesn't hold a candle to what the original offered.

which was, to be clear, endless complexity. i can't tell you how to define it, and i don't think the character's themselves could define it if they tried. sam went into the campaign intending to lean into a familial relationship and quickly realized that wasn't the vibe, course-corrected into veth having a crush on caleb--something sam has said developed fairly early in the campaign.* liam went into the relationship not intending to care about her nearly as much as he ended up doing, then spent the early campaign eps grappling with just how suddenly important she was to him, to the point that, in the face of her potentially dying in episode 20, liam says to sam, "do you want to make my character turn evil already?"** both were surprised at how tightly their characters clung to each other, and developed a deeply caring, highly insular dynamic where they were suspicious of outsiders and desperately guarded each other. with full retrospect, both went into the relationship intending to use each other (caleb for general usefulness/protection and veth, obviously, hoping caleb could change her back one day), then found such deep and tender care that they became each other's worlds. for a time. until nott became veth and veth had a husband and it sent their relationship into a tailspin because no matter how you frame the relationship, caleb clearly felt his feelings for her and the way they behaved together stepped over the line of how one should act with a married woman. after that, he is terrified of the idea that he might not have a place in her life and works so hard to create opportunities to insinuate himself into her present and future (teleportation spells so she can travel home quickly and still return to the group, making room for her family in the tower so she can stay with him, offering to tutor luc in magic to stay in her life, etc). veth gets her body and her life back but fears returning home will be lackluster compared to what she's experienced with the group, starts falling out of love with her husband, and has intense extra-martial feelings for caleb that are canonical. their relationship morphs and changes constantly throughout the campaign, and the one thing about their dynamic that never changes is how deeply and truly they love each other. you want to talk about soulmatism? them being the two party members with fake names who's real names share aspects of each other ("Bren" and "Brenatto") both from small-town dwendalian empire who's lives have been deeply impacted by meddling of the cerberus assembly (veth's in adulthood, caleb's in childhood) and who's deepest traumas are respectively fire and water does the trick for me.

so why is one so popular and the other, particularly as a romantic ship, very much is not? it would be obtuse of me not to immediately point to the fact that imogen and laudna are two pretty, skinny white women who claim to have deliciously little agency in their own stories and provide a blank enough canvas that the relationship can be whatever you want it to be. there's a reason there's so many AU fics for them, after all. caleb and veth on the other hand would center first a relationship between the handsome white fandom-popular sadboi and *checks notes* a self-described ugly, unfeminine goblin with deep neuroses and later a short, fat brown woman who also happens to be a young mother from a small country town. popular fandom, tragically, will almost always turn away from dealing with complexity of the latter for the empty calories of the former regardless of the quality gap between the two. if anything, watching the popularity of imogen and laudna's relationship has cemented my opinion that if veth had been different (either a man or a generically attractive white woman or someone more conventionally pretty just in general), widobrave would have been a massively popular ship, and i think it would have been regardless of veth's marriage. people can forgive a lot to write about their two generically attractive favorites getting together. they're a lot less forgiving for an ugly goblin or a fat, brown young mother, though.

tldr: reject modernity, embrace tradition. ship widobrave

*Talks Machina for C2E88, VOD no longer available, but a paraphrase of the quote can be found here **(2:09:30 on the YouTube VOD).

[1-800-local-slut]

Lucked Out

Liam lucked out with you, because if anyone can match his freak it's you.

Notes: All characters are 18+, I'm sorry if this isn't' the best I'm a little scared because this is my first kinktober and my first time writing for Liam. With that said, I hope you like this <3

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Did Liam intend to have you pressed in between him and the door of his bedroom? No, but he couldn’t help himself. 

It was shameful enough, when he came to the dance late. It wasn’t his fault, he was jumped by an assassin then a plant fucking exploded on him. Then, after his gasped out apologies and you fixed his tie while assuring him it wasn’t his fault. You two took your seats but he noticed everything. It was like suddenly he felt and saw everything. He saw how beautiful you were. He saw how nice your hair looked in a nice updo. He saw how plump your lips looked from the gloss, how long your eyelashes looked with your mascara, how curvy you looked in the dress. Then one thing led to another, you both excused yourself and got to the parking lot. 

He got lucky with you, the second he hinted that he wanted to get out of there and get busy, you were putting your lipgloss in your purse and hugging your friends goodbye. You got to the parking lot, and he was pulling your hair to tilt your head back when he kissed down your neck. You moaned softly, and Liam knew he needed that. He didn’t know why he suddenly wanted to fuck anything that looked at him but Liam remembered he had his hot girlfriend sitting right next to him.

The whole time you drove them home, he struggled. Boy did he struggle. He struggled to keep his hands to himself, he struggled to keep his eyes off you, he struggled to not claw into your leather seats (the last time he did you slapped him clear out of his anger induced black out and he had to run you the 150 for your seats) and you almost ran a red light trying to get home. Liam personally wasn’t worried. Sure, a little embarrassed at the prospect of getting caught fucking you in a parking lot, but honestly? The way his head felt full of images of all the times you two had ever had sex he didn't even care. 

Every time he came so hard his abs cramped, every time you deep throated him and he came down your throat, everytime he sunk into you, everytime you moaned out his name when he was on top of you, everytime you were on top of him. Everytime he shyly confessed something he wanted to try with you and you agreed so fast that once you two were done and you were fast asleep in his arms he thanked whoever was looking out for him and sent you his way.

His dick literally pulsated in his pants, and he was trembling. He didn’t want to hurt you, his human girlfriend who even though she matched his freak was still fragile compared to him. As in Liam could tumble down the stairs and be A-OK but you would probably fall into a coma. He doesn’t really remember how easy it was to get hurt, his perception may be a little bit off.

It was hot, when you two got out of the car and he carried you up the steps of his house. He hardly was able to keep his lips off of you enough to open the front door but the door eventually was opened. After he got frustrated and broke away from you, while you kissed his back. He pulled you inside, kicked the door shut, and got you up the stairs. Now all he had to do was stop making out with you long enough to open the door. Sounds easy? Wrong.

Your kisses were like crack to him. He was addicted to you. His heart was jumping around in his chest, he shuddered when you ran your hands over his neck and pulled him close by his tie. Your leg was in his hand, he was running his hand up and down your thigh and it was like heat was coming off of you. He could literally smell your arousal. You did love him in a suit, you told him so many times. Maybe he should just keep it on, as long as you keep that dress on. In truth, he was doomed the minute he saw you in that dress. 

He bit your neck, sucking dark bruises into your skin, while you literally tore his suit off his body while soft moans escaped you. If he ever finds out what plant that was, he’ll be buying it in bulk.

Finally, Liam had the sense to just turn his door knob and you two stumbled in. Between the gasps, you two sloppily undressed each other. Unlike the other times you two had sex, this wasn’t filled with giggles and soft touches with tender looks. No, this was just him trying to get out of his tie, while you kicked your heels off and he kept his eyes trained on you with such an intense stare that you whimpered underneath it. Reaching forward, you pulled him into a searing kiss and the two of you fell onto his made bed, that he made in the event that you did come over and he got lucky tonight. 

He moaned into the kiss, his shirt finally off while he pulled your dress over your head, which slightly disheveled your hair. Clearly you wanted him too though, you had on the bra that he loved. The one that he told you so many times that he loved and the bra he always sees you wearing in his dreams. The window was open, and the moonlight shone down on you. God, you were beautiful. You were so gorgeous that Liam felt a little bit bad that he was about to ruin all that pretty makeup of yours. 

He didn’t even realize that his eyes were starting to glow, that color you’ve referred to as incredibly sexy. When he got it unlatched and your boobs bounced out freely, he smiled, like a kid in a candy store. It was like waking up in the middle of the night and seeing an ice cold water bottle next to your bed. 

“So you just wore my favorite bra, you wanted to get fucked didn’t you?” He teased, bringing his head closer. He couldn’t even hide the smile on his face as he put one of your nipples in his mouth. You let out a hum while he sucked on your chest.

“I don’t even-” a moan broke off your thoughts when he ran a hand down your stomach and over your underwear.  

“I don’t know what you mean.” You finished, breathless and chuckling just a little bit while you ran your fingers through his hair and his hand slipped into your underwear. One day, he’ll figure out what it is about him that makes you so wet. He didn’t even have time to respond, he didn't even have time to engage in his usual foreplay, he was about to come now. And this was a really nice pair of pants. 

He painstakingly pulled away from your chest, ignoring your soft whine from the loss of stimulation. Pulling his pants down, he noticed your eyes glimmered at the sight of the dark gray boxers. You told him that you wanted to see him wearing them everyday until you died. Maybe it was the plant that had him so horny but he decided this on his own: he was going to destroy you.

Kicking off his boxers, pulling down your underwear, he heard your heart beating in gleeful anticipation. Almost like you wanted it to hurt (and he knew you did, after all this time he knows how you like it) and it definitely would. Liam loves you so much he just can't deny what you want. Coming back to lay on top of you, naked bodies on naked bodies, Liam planted a kiss on your neck and grinded himself into you. He was right there, his dick wet before he even went into you. You licked a stripe along his neck, running your hands down his toned chest and the two of you began a sloppy mess of horny grinding. 

“You like when I do this?” Liam was not blind, he could literally see how excited you were, how hard it was to have patience. 

“Shut up.” You moaned back while your legs shook just a little bit from feeling him against you. 

“I knew you liked teasing, but the way you're acting right now-” He was cut off by you guiding him into you. Oh you really couldn’t wait. Maybe he wasn’t the one most affected. He let out a soft ‘fuck’ when he felt how warm and tight you were. The voice in his head telling him to just do it was silent now, celebratory canons went off in his head.  But no, this wasn’t right. He needed something insane, he needed that really rough nasty stuff tonight.

Pulling out, much to the both of your dismay you wiggled on the bed for him to put it back.

“Turn around.” He was sweating, his head felt foggy and his eyes were pulsing. Like a puppet on a string you were on your knees, your ass up in the air and your back arched deeply. Perfect, you were perfect. He saw how wet your pussy was and it was finally time. He slammed into you, you jumped forward with a loud broken moan.

Suddenly, something snapped in him. He wasn’t exactly going to go gentle on you before but now? Forget it. He let out a low, dangerous growl, feeling his claws pushing out of his nails while he pulled back out and slammed back into you. You jumped, almost like this was a bit more than you bargained for but it was what you wanted.

Fuck he just couldn’t help it. Perfect, you were perfect. He was slamming in and out of you, eyes rapidly trying to take in every single part of you. His hands slapped your ass and held a bruising grip on your hips while you clenched the sheets underneath you. Your moans were like music to his ears, while his hands found your hair. Liam was a talkative guy okay? So even when he was pounding into you with reckless abandon he needed to let you know. 

Leaning down to meet your head half way he began his symphony of perverted conversation.

“You like when I fuck you like this?” He had to ask. The way you were screaming out his name while he pounded your brains out was an answer enough but he had to hear it. You stammered, attempting to get the words out, while his free hand came around and pinched one of your nipples. Your legs shook and he chuckled darkly in your ear. 

“Yes!” You jumped, one of his hands delivering a slap to your clit. He began rubbing hard and fast circles that had to wiggling to escape his strong arms. He wasn’t sure why you tended to do that, because usually it just makes him put you in a headlock while you cum. Maybe you liked it though, he can’t really figure it out. You gasped out a moan, and Liam vaguely hoped his mom and step dad arent home. You were closing, whispering his name over and over again with each second he felt you cream all over him even more.

“Don’t worry, there’s more to come. We’re gonna go all night, and you’re about to cum so much that you forget your own name. You want that?” Of course you did, you were his favorite girl. You matched his freak better than anyone. You nodded while you moaned, feeling a hand of his coming up to squeeze your neck. His fingers still rubbing your clit, as he thrusted up into you. The more you chanted his name the closer he got to the edge. Your hips jumped and he gave you three more thrust, growling more obscene words into your ear while your legs shook and you screamed his name. You came, hard. Your back arched and you attempted to close your legs but Liam wouldn’t give you the chance as he kept thrusting up into you. His fingers continued to attack your clit but decided to give you a small break.

He switched his strokes, no longer going fast and hard but instead slowly and hard. Each moment you let out soft whimpers and moans of his name that broke down his brain.

“Only sluts like to be fucked this way. Say you're a slut.” He pulled out, putting you on your back. He was close, so close that he just needed one more thrust and it would be time for round two. You were dazed, from cumming so hard that you were basically seeing stars. Looking down, Liam noticed the mess you made around his dick and he groaned upon seeing the creamy ring.

“Come onnn say it.” He teased rubbing himself over your clit and over your opening.

“I’m a slut.” There it was! Liam's angel! He slid back into you, groaning while he clutched your face and planted a rough kiss to your lips. 

“Fuck yeah you are.” He picked up the hard pace again, pushing himself to some limits that he had literally never reached before. His head rushed, and he felt dizzy. He let out a loud growl as he came inside of you while you dragged your nails down his back. Your legs trembled around his waist before they undid themselves as you melted into the sheets. 

That ground breaking orgasm did very little to ease the intense fog over his mind. You were looking up at him, while he pulled out slowly. The sight of his cum leaking out of you, plus the mess your pussy made had him shaking. It was going to be a great night.

[artificial-transmutations]

Welcome to the Harem

"Are you quite alright, Sayyid?"

Liam woke up, startled. In front of him, blocking the sun stood a tanned young man with dark hair, looking down at him.

"Excuse me?" answered Liam, still not fully awake. His accent revealed his origins. He was British.

"I'm sorry, Sayyid. I have noticed you have fallen asleep in the sun, and I am worried you might burn your skin."

The other man was probably a few years younger than Liam, possibly in his early twenties. Unlike Liam, who was a tourist visiting this sun-kissed region of Hurghada, he seemed to be from around here: his skin was dark and his body lithe and strong. He had a slight Arabic accent, which added a certain exotic flavor to his words.

"Uh, I guess I dozed off a little."

It was hard to rip his gaze away from the young man in front of him, since he didn't even look half-bad, but Liam knew better than show any signs of homosexuality here. Even coming here, to a resort, as a tourist wasn't entirely without risk, but the British man had made a pact with himself not to let anything stop him from relaxing for the first time in years. And what better place could there be to escape the endless rain of the kingdom than the beautiful, sun-drenched beaches of the Red Sea.

"Ah, Sayyid, I fear that I have noticed too late. Apologies."

Liam was confused for a moment until he looked down on himself. And really: his exposed upper body had turned a bright shade of red.

"Bloody hell", he cursed, before smiling back at the native apologetically. "Sorry for that. You are right, I shouldn't have stayed out in the sun for so long."

His conversational partner seemed to look all over Liam before he smiled the same thin smile from before.

"Do not worry Sayyid, it happens a lot. The sun here is stronger than where you are from. If you want, I can offer some soothing lotion against the burn."

"Well, I'd appreciate that, thank you. What did you say your name was?"

"I am called Hassan." Hassan said. "Please allow me to apply the lotion."

Liam felt a bit uncomfortable, as the young man produced a glass bottle filled with a milky white substance and unscrewed the lid. He knew a bit or two of the Arabic language and knew that the name was rather fitting: Hassan meant 'handsome' in English, and Hassan was, indeed, rather good looking. Liam feared that it might be just a tad too exciting being touched by a handsome guy with lotion, but it was probably exceedingly rude to reject the offer.

"Sure, thanks a lot."

He just had to control himself a bit.

However, nothing prepared him for the feeling when Hassan carefully began rubbing the white substance onto his skin, with careful, almost tender touches. Liam felt the heat radiating off the young man's body while his fingers massaged the lotion onto his body, which, in contrast, felt cool and soothing, and he had to fight an erection forming. It didn't help at all that Hassan seemed to know exactly what he was doing, massaging his skin just the right way.

"There you go, Sayyid. You will feel much better soon."

Liam was fighting very hard but despite his efforts felt himself chubbing up in his tight speedo. Damn it. He should have worn something less revealing. Now he could only pray that Hassan wouldn't notice.

That hope was short lived. With skillful hands, he massaged the lotion into all visible skin, even right next to his tented speedo. While Hassan didn't acknowledge the show of indecency per se, he did take his time on the sensitive skin there, gently rubbing the lotion, and Liam knew exactly what the Arab was doing. He was teasing him, and it worked. The Brit was painfully hard and was glad when Hassan finally pulled away.

"There you go Sayyid. That should allow your skin to regenerate." he said, still with his thin smile. By now, Liam's head was at least as red as his chest, and he couldn't bring himself to directly look at Hassan.

"Ehm, thank you. That was very kind of you. What... kind of lotion is it exactly, by the way? It sure smells interesting."

The question was mainly to change the topic of the conversation to a safe territory, but Lian was also genuinely intrigued. Most suntan lotions he knew smelled fresh and flowery - or not at all. But this one... The smell was strong, and herbal, but with an interesting undertone. It smelled somewhat musky and manly, like a gym or a locker room. And there was something else, something familiar that he couldn't quite put his finger on.

"Ah, I'm glad you asked. It is a special recipe from my boss, Sheikh Tariq, himself. Do you like it?"

"Yeah, it's... pretty intense."

"Sheikh Tariq's recipes are always very... powerful, you know. You shouldn't have any problem with your sunburn anymore, but if you want, I can check on you again tomorrow."

"Sure."

Lian felt a strange pull from the handsome Arab and couldn't bring himself to refuse.

"Very well, Sayyid. May I ask your name?"

"Eh, yes, sure. It's Lian."

"Liam, is it?"

"No, Lian, with a 'n'." This was hardly the first time people confused his name, so Lian was used to it by now. Something seemed wrong about that, though, even though he couldn't say what.

"Very well, Lian. I shall return tomorrow."

With a final nod, the young Arab walked away, and Liam watched his toned, muscular body moving before he lay back down. The lotion did feel nice, and he felt his muscles relax and his burning skin soothe. Still, to be extra sure, he moved to the shade before he dozed off again.

Lian was surprisingly hungry at the evening buffet this day and wolfed down plate after plate of local food, which was delicious. When he went to his hotel room afterwards, he just felt wonderful. He decided to take a shower before bed and was amazed to find the redness had disappeared completely, leaving his pale skin smooth and soft. Except... it wasn't quite as pale anymore. Instead, he had acquired a slight tan. It looked good on him, he decided, as it complemented his lean definition and sparse body hair nicely.

That night, Lian had strange dreams. He dreamt that he, somehow, was pale as a piece of paper, thin like a stick figure and, of course, completely smooth all over his body. That was of course nonsense, Lian laughed about himself when he woke up. He probably had some distant ancestors from a sunnier region of the world, since even in winter, his skin never really lost its tan, and was often compared to a surfer's.

It was a good day for sunbathing again, and, secretly, Lian wouldn't mind meeting Hassan again. He packed his towel, his sunglasses and his book, and went outside. However, it wasn't long until he had dozed off again, and when he was woken by Hassan again, it was already afternoon.

"Ah, good evening, Lian. Are you feeling better?"

"Yes, yes, a lot. Thanks again for yesterday. You really saved my vacation."

"Don't worry, Sayyid, this is my job."

He looked at Lian with an appraising look but was apparently not too happy with what he saw.

"Would you like another application of the lotion, Sayyid?"

"Yes, thank you, Hassan. That would be lovely."

The Arab was just as good with the lotion as the day before, and as soon as his skillful hands touched Lian's body, his dick grew hard again. However, since it didn't really pose any problems yesterday, Lian didn't even try to hide it today. Besides, it was probably normal, right?

He half registered that the tent in his underwear was much larger than yesterday, but that was probably imagination.

"Do you know what ingredients the lotion contains, Hassan?"

"Yes, Lian. We use a special extract of the Aloe Vera plant, as well as essential oils of local herbs. And then, there are some secret ingredients that only Sheikh Tariq knows about."

"Damn, that Sheikh really knows what he is doing. Are you Bedouins?"

"Yes, in a way. However, we no longer live the traditional nomadic life. Instead, the Sheikh founded an island resort that is open to the most exclusive guests.

"So, he is kind of a businessman then?"

"Yes, that is a way of putting it."

"Wow, that sounds fascinating. I'd love to see that."

Hassan smiled his thin smile, as he carefully massaged the area around Lian's throbbing erection. It was almost like he was amused about a secret joke.

"I can ask him, if you want. Your name was Lian, right? And you come from...?"

"Layan", corrected Layan. "And I'm from the United Kingdom, although my dad immigrated from the UAE."

"So, a man of mixed race then. Very good. I'm sure that will please the Sheikh. If you excuse me, I'll have to make a phone call."

"Sure", Layan agreed. His own slight Arabic accent felt somewhat alien all of a sudden, but it was probably just because he noticed the way Hassan spoke. After all, Layan had it all his life now: Even though he was born and raised in the UK, they only spoke Arabic at home, since his father refused to learn English, even now.

The smell from the lotion was even stronger today than yesterday, and it mixed so well with his own body odor. Layan's tan skin was sweating a lot, like usual, and the small pelt of black body hair was always soaked with his manly smell. He liked it that way: If he didn't have to, he didn't use any deodorant at all. And now, the smell of the spices completed his own odor nicely.

It didn't help that his dick was so hard, and his balls ached. His speedo was obscenely tented and for a moment, Layan feared someone in the resort might find it offensive. Truth be told, the conservative atmosphere in the resort was one of the few reasons that held him back from rubbing one out right here and now, seeing as a wet patch of precum already stained the tip of the tent.

Before Layan could think more about that, however, Hassan came back.

"Good news!" he said, and it took Layan a bit to notice that he had switched to Arabic.

"The Sheikh would be delighted to have you in his resort. We can leave immediately, if you want to. It also might be a more private atmosphere on his island."

The last comment was obviously aimed at Layan's throbbing rod, but Layan surely wasn't one to be easily embarrassed by his own masculinity.

"I would love to come. Let me just grab my stuff." he replied in the language of his father and got off his deck chair. Hassan nodded and waited politely, while Layan hurried to his room to pack his stuff. However, once he had arrived in the privacy of his hotel room, he couldn't help but admire himself in the mirror: He was a fine specimen of man, really:

His skin was a beautiful golden color, his black hair was short and shiny, and his dark, stubbled face gave him an exotic and masculine air. Not to mention his defined chest, his ripped abs, his well-trained arms, and his powerful legs, all covered with a layer of soft, black hair. And in between those powerful legs hung the pride of Layan, a heavy, uncut Arab dick, surrounded by a bush of the same black pubes.

He just couldn't help it. Hassan would have to wait a few minutes longer, he decided, as he closed his fist around the erect shaft and started to pump. He really needed that! He hadn't shot his load since... this morning. No, he was a man, and he needed release every few hours! In a few minutes, his large dick was shooting a stream of cum all over the room, and he sighed happily. He would leave that to the room service to clean up, as he didn't want to delay Hassan any further.

However, once he left the room behind him, he suddenly realized what the smell of the lotion had reminded him of: Cum. Was that the secret ingredient? Well, it probably wasn't, but it was a nice and naughty thought, in any case.

Together with Hassan, he boarded a private yacht that set course to the Sheikh's island. He couldn't help but admire the young man's physique as he steered the boat and licked his lips involuntarily.

Finally, they arrived. The island resort was luxurious, even more than Layan had anticipated it to be: Palm trees lined the white sand beach, and several servants awaited the two guests, who were led to the main building. It was a modern, western style house, but with some traditional middle-eastern touches, like the intricate wooden window panes and the colorful tiling. What Layan noticed, though, was that everyone they met, the many servants and the very few guests, were men, in their prime. There were no children or elderly, and certainly no women. In short: Everyone was hot!

"Sheikh Tariq will be expecting you, Sayyid", Hassan told him, and led him into a private room.

"But before you meet him, let me apply the lotion one more time."

"I'd love that, thank you!", Layan said with a grin.

He was a bit surprised but didn't resist, when Hassan grabbed his speedo and pulled it down, exposing all of Layan's body to the handsome man. His cock was quickly getting hard again.

"I need to apply the lotion to your whole body, this time." Hassan explained and, without hesitation started to work, as the totally nude Layan stepped out of his speedo and widened his stance until he stood legs shoulder-width apart, in his typical power-stance.

This time, Layan was prepared for the wonderful feeling of Hassan's strong hands and his teasing ways and could fully enjoy the sensation. He smirked and let the other man do his work, enjoying the touches with closed eyes.

Due to these, he missed the fact that his body changed drastically under the repeated effect of the lotion: Even more hair sprouted, and his frame quickly packed on more muscles. He even grew a bit taller, still, now significantly bigger than Hassan in every way.

As Hassan massaged his hard cock, a soft moan escaped Layan's lips. The cum-like smell, mixed with his own body odor made him even more horny, and his dick grew even bigger in the skilled hands of Hassan, until it was positively massive, both in girth and length. His old, unimproved, British cock would have fit twice over into that monstrosity.

Layan didn't think much about it, though. In fact, as Hassan progressed, he thought less and less. His thoughts became even simpler and more and more focused on nothing than his body, and his need to *fuck*. Yeah, that was right. Layth was a pure-bred piece of Arab prime beef, created for nothing but one thing: Bringing pleasure to men, and fucking them senseless. His name meant "Lion", and, true to that name, he was nothing short of an animal in bed.

Only when Hassan withdrew his hands, Layth opened his eyes. The smaller man had an obvious erection in his pants, but nodded politely, while licking his lips.

"I'm sure the Sheikh will be pleased with his newest addition to his harem. I can't wait to play with you, once Sheik Tariq had his turn."

Just like that, a vacation can turn into a calling for life. I'm sure the Sheikh will be impressed! You can enjoy a few additional versions of our newest addition to the harem over at my tip jar.

[riddlesb1tch]

Carved In Love

Liam Mairi x reader

summary: you and Liam have been dating for a year now and one night after sex, Liam admits something he thinks about that makes you fall in love even more.

warnings: TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF!

a/n: lmk how you like it!

It had been almost a year since you and Liam officially began dating, and it had been, by far, the happiest year of your life. Liam was the perfect boyfriend—kind, caring, and compassionate. He gave you space when you needed it and crafted adorable wood carvings: sometimes of you, sometimes of your dragon, sometimes depicting the two of you together, and sometimes capturing a special memory from the week. Your heart always melted when he did something like that.

You reciprocated in the ways you knew best: giving Liam space, showering him with love and affection through little gestures like saving him the last muffin at breakfast, writing notes to remind him he was loved, and welcoming him with open arms whenever he was having a rough day.

Both of you knew that your time together was incredibly precious. In the riders' quadrant, where uncertainty looms over every day, you and Liam cherished every moment, never hesitating to express your feelings for fear of missing your chance.

Liam thought about this as you lay on his chest, tracing idle patterns on his skin while finding comfort in the rhythm of his heartbeat. He ran his fingers through your soft hair, gently caressing your back and shoulders, as if trying to imprint the feel of you into his memory. He had told you as much while he moved slowly inside you, pressing loving kisses to your skin and memorizing your body with his lips.

“Y/n?” he whispered.

“Liam,” you replied, halting your movements and resting your chin on his chest to gaze up at his angelic face.

“Do you ever think about the future?” he asked quietly.

You considered his question for a moment before answering. “Honestly, not really. Life is too unpredictable and dangerous for us to worry too much about the future. I want to savor every single moment and not miss anything,” you said. “What about you?”

“Sometimes,” Liam replied.

You looked up at him, your eyes searching his. “What do you think about?”

Liam met your gaze, and for a moment, you felt like you could lose yourself in the depth of his blue eyes. Then he spoke. “I think about us. About what our relationship might be like.”

You smiled endearingly at him. “What do you imagine?” you asked.

Liam suddenly grew shy, averting his eyes. “Well, um, I imagine us together…married,” he said hesitantly, still avoiding your gaze.

That one sentence took your breath away, and you stared at Liam with your mouth slightly open. Marriages were something incredibly uncommon in the Riders quadrant. Hell, even relationships were rare. Everyone wanted to experience as much as they could due to the uncertainty in the way of life here and didn’t fancy the constraints of monogamy. 

And amidst all of this, you sweet, loving boyfriend imagined the two of you married. 

Your heart soared with joy, with love, with adoration and endearment and emotions you couldn’t even put into words, all directed at the beautiful boy in front of you. When you didn’t respond immediately, Liam’s anxiety grew.

“D-did I say something wrong?” he asked, panic in his voice. “I’m so sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”

You shook your head, sitting up to straddle his hips, and gently cupped his face in your hands.

You simply looked at him for a couple of seconds, trying to find your voice, a way to put your feelings into words. Meanwhile, Liam freaked out more and more that he had somehow made you uncomfortable. His heart raced in his chest as he stared into your eyes for a hint of anger, discomfort, fear, but he found none, and his heart calmed. As he saw was love, maybe even understanding and reciprocation of what he felt for you. 

“Liam, I love that,” you said with the brightest smile, stroking his cheeks tenderly.

Liam’s lungs refilled with air, face turning a deep shade of red because you didn’t mind. You didn’t judge him for thinking that far ahead into the future, possibly even dreaming about something impossible.

“You do?” he asked, looking at you shyly.

You grinned from ear to ear and leaned down to press a loving kiss to his lips. He immediately responded, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close. The kiss grew more passionate as you clung to each other, both panting heavily but smiling brightly when you finally broke apart.

“I love you so much, Liam,” you said, your lips brushing against his.

“I love you,” he replied. “And I want to be with you for as long as I live.”

You smiled that heartstopping smile at him and said the words that made his heart practically beat out of his chest. “Me too. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” 

And you showed your love to each other for the rest of the night and into the early hours of the morning. 

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[cheshireliam]

"The Case Files of Detective Harrison" Collection Event

Ring Schwartz

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CASE 01

Request Details: Find the culprit behind the pranks(?)

Client: Kate

…

When I made my way to Harrison’s room, Liam greeted me with a smile. 

Liam: Welcome, Kate! Here to commission Harrison?

Kate: Yes. I heard from Victor that Harrison started a limited-time detective agency, so I thought I’d give it a go.

Harrison: That works for me too. … After all, mysteries don’t just conveniently show up when you need them. 

Harrison: So… what kind of case do you want me to solve?

Kate: I wouldn't call it a case per se, but… some strange things have been happening over the past few days.

…

Whenever I went to the palace to attend to official matters with Victor, I often had to wait a while before I could see him.

Victor had specially prepared a spare room for me to wait comfortably in. 

The room, filled with fresh air flowing in from the open windows, felt comfortable to be in. 

However,—

(... It happened again.)

The room was littered with twigs, scraps of paper, leaves, and bits of loose thread.

[ Flashback ]

Liam: Trash was scattered all over your room!? 

Kate: Yes. The room stays perfectly clean on days I don’t use it, so I can’t think of a reason why this keeps happening.

Kate: But… occasionally, there would be beautiful flowers or sweet treats left on the desk. 

Liam: Besides trash, there’s sweets and flowers too? That’s a weird combination. 

Kate: My thoughts exactly. That's why I want to find out who’s doing this and why. 

Harrison: … I have a hypothesis. Let’s head to that room to prove it. 

[ Flashback End ] 

… 

When we arrived at the room, Harrison looked out of the window and muttered in satisfaction.

Harrison: Just as I thought… it was a robin.

Liam: Kate herself? 

Harrison: Not her. I meant the one flying in the sky.

Harrison pointed out the window at a small bird flying.

Kate: Oh, it’s carrying a twig in its beak!

Liam: There’s a robin’s nest near the window. Looks like its gathering materials to build it. 

Harrison: … The robin must've dropped those items while transporting them to its nest on the windowsill.

Harrison: When the windows were opened for ventilation, the items ended up inside the room. 

(So that's why when the windows were kept closed while the room was unoccupied, the room stayed clean…) 

(... I’m glad it wasn't someone pulling a prank on me. 

Kate: … Hm? But birds don’t pick flowers or buy sweets, do they? 

Harrison: Yeah. Which means there’s another culprit involved.

Harrison: Isn’t that right? — Ring Schwartz. 

Harrison called out to the hallway through the open door. 

And then, Ring himself walked into the room. 

Ring: … I don't know what you’re talking about. 

Harrison: Even though you were eavesdropping on our conversation? 

Ring: I didn't hear anything. I only happened to be passing by.

Harrison: Yup, that’s a lie. You know something about the person leaving those gifts, don't you?

Ring: … I- I don't. I have no idea who might've left the biscuits and white flowers. 

Kate: I’ve never told anyone about the type of sweets and colour of the flowers. I think only the person who left them would know. 

Ring: T-that’s…

As Ring struggled to think of a response, Harrison and Liam exchanged glances at each other. 

Harrison: … Looks like it’d be rude of us if we probe any further.

Liam: Yup, yup. Looks like some mysteries are better off left unsolved by detectives. We’ll leave the rest to you two~ 

Harrison and Liam left the room with teasing smiles on their faces.

Kate: Um, Ring… 

–

Option 1: Ring misplaced those sweets and flowers. 

Kate: Did you forget that you left the sweets and flowers on the table?

Ring: T-that’s right. It's not like I left them there on purpose or anything…! 

Kate: I see… I’m sorry for taking them without asking. 

Kate: I misunderstood, thinking they were for me. 

Ring: Ah! No, um… sorry. I lied. 

–

Option 2: Ring wasn’t the one who left the sweets and flowers. 

Kate: So the one who left the sweets and flowers wasn't you, but someone else. Right?

Ring: Y-yeah… that’s right. 

Ring averted his gaze, glancing around nervously. His actions were basically openly admitting he was the “culprit”. 

(Guess I’ll have to play along to get the truth out of him…!)

Kate: What do I do… now I’m so curious about the culprit’s identity that I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep at night. 

Ring: That’s… a problem. You might fall sick if you don’t nap during the day. 

Ring: And it’ll interfere with my task of keeping an eye on you… 

Ring: … Sorry. That was a lie. 

– 

Option 3: “Did you leave me the sweets and flowers to cheer me up?”

Kate: Did you leave me the sweets and flowers to cheer me up?

Ring: … T-that’s…

Kate: Ring… please answer me. 

Ring: S-stop that…! Don’t look at me with those sparkling eyes! Don’t come any closer!

I only took a single step closer to Ring, wanting to pressure him for an answer. But his face turned bright red as he became flustered.

And then—. 

– 

Ring: … I was the one who left the sweets and flowers. I wanted to cheer you up because you were feeling down. 

Ring: But… I’m glad the rest was that bird’s doing and not a prank. 

Kate: Thank you for worrying about me, Ring. 

Ring: I-I wasn’t worried or anything. I just…

Ring: … I just thought you look better when you're smiling. 

Ring: If I’m going to keep an eye on you under Dari’s orders… I’d rather be watching you smile. 

The reason was unexpected, but it made me happy to know he did it while thinking of me.

Kate: … I have a request, Ring. 

Ring: A request? 

Kate: Next time, instead of secretly leaving things for me, come chat with me and we’ll have biscuits together. 

Kate: Being with you will make me smile too. 

Ring: Being with me makes you smile…?

Ring: … You’re odd. 

Ring’s embarrassed smile filled my heart with warmth. 

If I could control it, I’d never want to go through anything that would dampen my mood. 

But… with Ring caring about me like this, I felt that I would be able to find my smile again, no matter how many times.  

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All for you | Carl Gallagher

pairing: Carl Gallagher x female!reader

show: Shameless

warnings: angst, fluff, smut (the reader and Carl are 18 years old in this ff)

summary: Carl is challenged that he can get your money, if he makes you fall in love with him. He loves the challenge until he loves something else more...

authors note: sorry for so many pov switched, I didnt notice it, when I first wrote this ff. Also I haven't had the chance to watch all the seasons yet, but I still hope that Carl's character is somewhat accurate :))

Carl's pov

"Frank, goddamit youre no help! Why are you even lying around here - oh forget it, I don't want to hear it." Fiona's voice echoes in the room, while the entire Gallagher household is present.

The everyday discussion has been going on for too many minutes in which I could have done something better. The damn question “How do we get enough money?”

Lip at college, Ian with his gangster boyfriend, my shitty sister with her kid and then Liam. This family is screwed. No wonder with a father like Frank.

As the argument continues to escalate, I have the misfortune of sitting right next to him.

"You care to share some money, son?" Of course, my attempts to ignore him are unsuccessful.

"The drug trade doesn't always work out so well, but the weapon thing was something. You could give one to your good old dad, you know what the neighborhood is like." I run my hands through my hair in frustration, shaking my head.

"Just get one or two girls pregnant at school, then all of our problems are solved. But she has to be rich. After all, you want to get your hard work paid." Why the hell am I still here?

"You used to be more enthusiastic about my ideas. If you don't want to do play daddy, then use your charm. When I was your age, my cock was enough and the girls were happy."

"Be fucking quiet, no one wants to hear about your pathetic youth." It's no use, he keeps talking.

"I'm only saying, If you make a rich girl fall in love with you, then you can get money to do something nice for your family."

As I get up and walk away from him I take a breath, the tension caused by this idiot sucks.

Still, his words got me thinking. Maybe there's a new girl who would be perfect for this job...

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Your pov

When I moved here, I wasn't sure what to expect. New school, maybe mean classmates and bad cafeteria food. That I might be able to join a group and make friends, people who laugh with me in class or go to the cinema together on weekends.

I was prepared to get lost in the hallways a few times, perhaps to be peppered with embarrassing questions by the teachers. I had even prepared myself for being called a nerd again and therefore spending my lunch breaks alone.

Then things turned out differently. I met two girls who, although they scared me at first with their need to gossip all the time, are good people at heart.

They studied with me (meaning they told me the newest gossip and braided my hair while I did our homework), showed me the city and its pitfalls. I felt comfortable, prepared and confident for what awaited me here.

Oh lord, was I wrong.

On a Thursday in the middle of the week I met a boy who messed everything up. Literally.

I met him when he was running through the halls twenty minutes late, but stupidly didn't pay attention to me, who was about to cross his path. Let's put it this way, it ended with my books on the floor, my jacket hanging off my shoulder, and his hair being a huge mess.

When he looked at me, I expected to hear something like "sorry" or "I'll help you."

You want to know what he said?

"Cute top. Let me know if you need help taking it off."

Then he got up casually and walked into the classroom across the hallway, a grin on his face as if he had won the Bachelor title.

After this encounter two things became very clear to me. 1. Look both ways when crossing the halls and 2. Stop daydreaming about this boy, even if he has beautiful blue eyes.

The first thing worked better than the second.

After a few descriptions, which actually only consisted of "incredibly impudent and incredibly good-looking", it was explained to me who I was dealing with.

Carl Gallagher. A boy who has lived here since he was born, someone who is rumoured to be more dangerous than the Italian Mafia.

Even though I thought that was exaggerated, I quickly realized that I should stay away from him and that he meant trouble.

Aside from the fact that I wasn't going to be in the situation of talking to him again anyway, my eyes couldn't stop themselves from looking at him.

There was something that defined him, something that made me want to watch a grin creep across his face when he made an inappropriate joke, how he would push his blonde hair back and his eyes would shine mischievously, as if he had already planned the next bank robbery.

I wasn't the only one who found his charisma attractive tho, of course not when he looked like one of God's angels, but he never really seemed interested in other girls. At least not with any serious intent, you might hear him flirting or making comments about his free bed, but you would never saw him in a relationship.

He never held hands or kissed anyone, had a real smile on his face or said sweet things, he was just Carl.

Suggestive, hot-tempered and like a flag that proclaimed: Stay away from me, because you will lose this fight.

I also felt that if I continued to watch him, I would lose the battle for platonic feelings towards him too.

"Please don't tell me you're looking at our school bad boy again. You better be careful, he might want to sell you a gun." Kenzie's voice makes me sigh.

"These are just rumors. Besides, it's not my fault, he's just -" Her hand on my shoulder interrupts me.

"We know, you have heart eyes every time you talk about him. There are so many great guys in this world, I'm not saying at this school, but you choose this one?" Her look says more than a thousand words as she looks over at Carl, who is pushing his way trough the crowd.

"I'm not in love, just curious. Those are two different things, okay?" Her eyebrows raise.

"You mean, curious how his lips would feel on yours?" Her laughter at my expression is lost in the sounds of the cafeteria.

"Very funny." I murmur to her, food forgotten on my plate. When the school bell rings, I stand up and pick up my backpack.

"My class is canceled now, but I'm going to the library. Will you meet me later?" As I walk backwards I see her thumbs up and the hearts she makes in Carl's direction. My reaction is two quick middle fingers.

As I walk out of the school building, I check my phone and tie my hair into a braid. The library is a few blocks away and the cool air makes me shiver.

When I get there and wave to the boy at the entrance, I turn to my favorite department. Call it cliche, but I love romance books. I mean, I don't know what it feels like to love someone with all my heart, but that doesn't mean I don't love reading about it.

The books I actually need are a few rows away. History, literature, everything I am assigned to get for school.

As I stroke over a few tapes and finally pull out a book to read the first few pages, I hear a noise next to me that makes me look up. After all, the library is usually a pretty quiet place.

As I look into the familiar blue eyes, I feel my cheeks turn red.

I have to stop myself from staring.

"Always a book in your hand, I see." Oh his voice hasn't changed. I try to shrug casually as I answer, but I'm not sure if it actually works.

"Aren't you going to be late for class again?" At my sarcasm he smiles, he takes a step in my direction which weakens my control over my voice.

"I thought I would learn something somewhere else too." These coded words make me swallow.

"So, you're here often?" I almost think he's not answering me, but maybe I'm just not concentrating, because I'm paying too much attention to every mole on his face.

"Actually, I didn't even know this shitty town had a library." His words make me laugh, but several requests to be quiet around us, make me whisper in response.

"Then why are you here?" I think my breathing stops as his hand brushes my fingers that are still holding the book.

"You're here." I feel my heart beating nervously faster, I probably look pretty confused and when I notice his grin, something flutters in my chest.

"No interest in books, huh?" Can my answer actually be any lamer?

"Dont worry, I have a newfound interest in you."

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Your pov

If someone had told me a few weeks ago that I would become friends with Carl Gallagher, I would have found the idea absolutely crazy. To be honest, I still find the situation insane, but damn my cheeks still turn just as red when he's with me as they did the first time.

It turns out that he really has no interest in books, even though he visited me at the library almost every day since we met in the romance department.

I've never met anyone like him, funny and couragous without any reserve, always looking for trouble, acting self-confident. But also sweet.

He's like a current that pulls you along, like a wind that blows so hard that you fly with it. He feels like freedom and it is wonderful.

He makes me laugh, he carries my books, plays with my hair, walks home with me. In such a short time I feel like he didn't knock on the doors to my heart, instead he made a home there.

Maybe this is what it feels like to fall in love.

It's not a gentle announcement, more of a realization that makes you incredibly desperate and happy at the same time.

But with him I actually just feel happy.

"Ready, sunshine?" As soon as I come out of the classroom, he comes towards me and takes my bag from me. My heart jumps at his gesture, which feels like winning the Olympics.

"You're crazy, where do you even want to go?" He has something planned but won't tell me. When he puts his arm around my shoulder and I lean against him, I get a few sideways glances from our classmates.

Carl ignores everyone like always, it's crazy but the way he's so confident is pretty attractive to me.

"Does the guy in your cheesy books also tell you where they go on dates? I bet not, so just wait."

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"It feels like you're kidnapping me."

I feel his smile on my back and have to giggle quietly at his response.

"Mh, I plan to do that. But only for a few hours, otherwise my head will roll tomorrow. Your father takes your curfew pretty seriously."

I feel his hands on my hips, guiding me forward, hear the birds chirping around us, but can't figure out where we're going.

"Just a few more steps, baby. Then you'll see." As he promised, it is only a few meters away and when I see a small, calm lake, my mouth falls open in surprise.

"Carl, oh my God! It's wonderful here, thank you so much." I turn around in his grip and look at him, his smile reflects the love that I feel.

"Yeah? How much do you like it?" As his eyes focus on my lips, I feel a tingling feeling in my stomach. Slowly, my fingers stroke his chest and I see him swallow, even though he tries to hide it.

"I think it's incredibly beautiful here, I love it. And...I really like you." I shyly lower my gaze, my words are met with an unknown silence that makes me anxious after a few seconds. But when I look up at him again, he pushes a strand of my hair out of my face.

"To me, you are much more beautiful than this sight. I like you too and I thought that was pretty obvious." I smile broadly, butterflies fly around in my stomach and as the sun illuminates his face, I feel incredibly happy.

"You're so nice to me, I don't know how I deserve this." An expression crosses his face, but when I blink he smiles at me again.

"After all, you are the first person who explained the topics for the history exam to me, without giving up." My hand cups his cheek.

"I wouldn't give you up, you've become too important to me." As I stand on my tiptoes, our lips brush, his hand is on my back and pushes me closer to him.

"You are an angel." With his words we kiss and everything else around us blurs, only he remains. Everything is unimportant except him, standing in front of me, so handsome, that it is difficult not to look at him.

"Come on, let's go for a swim." As he pulls me towards the lake, you can hear our loud laughter in the air.

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Carl's pov

"When are you going to collect the money? You've been with her for the last three months and nothing has come of it." Frank's annoying voice frustrates me more than anything else.

"I am working on it. Besides, she's actually really caring." When I see the dismissive hand gesture in my direction, I roll my eyes.

"You are completely wrong, son. A person is there for a certain period of time, but money? Money accompanies you throughout your life, especially if you buy beautiful bottles of the best alcohol."

I sink into the sofa, but want to turn away when I feel his hand on my shoulder.

"If you put it off any longer, it will be harder to get out of the situation. Girls your age will start planning to get married, if you stay with them for months."

But when he leaves, I feel conflicted. Can I really do this to her?

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Carl's pov

"Happy birthday!" Her voice makes me jump and, confused, I turn around on the bench to look into her excited eyes.

"Why are you jumping around like that? Are you practicing for cheerleading?" I'm making fun of her, but the smile on her face doesn't fade.

"No, idiot. I'm just really curious to see how you react to your gift." My breath catches for a moment as I take in her words.

"You got me something?" When she leans forward and gives me a kiss on the cheek while pressing the bag into my lap, I start to smile too.

"Open!" Her encouragement breaks me out of my trance and I quickly tear up the paper, looking at the tickets with wide eyes.

"But...these tickets cost a fortune? Did you sell your liver or something?" When I look at her, she smiles back at me.

"I talked to my dad and he agreed that you deserve something special for your birthday. Are you happy?" As I look at the cards, I suddenly feel a pang in my heart. It must be showing on my face, because her happiness is also fading away.

"Do you not like it? I thought it was your favorite team? I can get you something else." When I look at her, I quickly pull her between my legs and kiss her.

"Shh, breathe angel. It's perfect, thank you. And well, your father. It's just a lot of money." Her hands play with the fabric of my shirt.

"You always say that. Do you have problems at home, with money, I mean? I've never been to your place, I don't even know where you live." What should I say to her now?

"It's okay." Her raised eyebrows look at me reproachfully, making me sigh.

"Each of us has to contribute a certain amount of money every month and if I don't sell fucking drugs, it will be tight." Her astonished look makes me pause and I gently stroke her arms.

Before I can say anything else, she kisses me. I look at her in surprise.

"What's that for?" She smiles shyly, looks at the floor for a moment before looking at me again.

"You're just so honest, I admire that. And that you've never asked me for anything, you know. That I lend you some money."

Fuck. Shit. What do I say?

"Yeah, I mean, I don't want to burden you with that-" but she interrupts me again, her concentrated expression makes me curious.

"What's going on in your pretty head?" My hands wander over her sides.

"It's the end of the month, how much are you missing?" I frown in confusion, but when she doesn't let it go, I tell her the amount.

"$240, the rest I earned by helping in the neighborhood." But despite the high sum, she just nods, looks at me again and gives me another kiss.

"Okay, maybe I'll be your sugar mommy." I have to laugh at the absurdity, but the longer she grins at me, the more I think she means it.

"What, are you serious? Thats fucking crazy, how am I supposed to pay you back?" Her eyes look around, but since the classroom is relatively empty during recess, she finds herself between my legs again. She slowly lets her hand wander down my stomach until she squeezes my cock through my clothes and I close my eyes in delight.

"Hmm, maybe you could help me relax between classes." Her eyes sparkle mischievously and I look at her with a grin.

"Anything you want, sugar."

Let's put it this way, the next few weeks the breaks were filled with kissing in the back corner of the classroom, dry humping on the toilet or Carl doing his best to pleasure me with his tongue in the caretaker's room, like now.

"Ahh-, Carl. I'll cum if you keep that up." His head has disappeared under my skirt, his fingers are stroking the bare skin of my thigh and the sinful movements of his tongue are making me see stars.

As he adds a finger and runs it over my folds, slowly until he inserts it, he looks at me again.

"You coming for me? Yeah, be a good girl or do you want to get caught by the old janitor grandpa spreading your legs for me?" As my eyes roll back, he pumps another finger into me, scissoring it thoroughly and hitting that sweet spot inside me.

When I moan loudly, he grins.

"You like that? Just wait until I bury my cock in you and you cant walk straight afterwards, so that everyone will notice." When his finger presses my clitoris, I see white and as I come I try to muffle the sounds with my hand over my mouth.

When I get off my high, I blindly search for my panties. But Carl beats me first.

"Hmm, no. I think I'll keep it as a little souvenir. Maybe you can get it back when you come to my house later." I don't know what surprises me more: that he wants me to run around exposed at school or that I'm invited to his house for the first time.

"Really? I'd like to come." But he interprets my words differently, his fingers stroke my entrance again and I moan and squeeze my eyes shut.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it. Very well and for a very long time." When the bell rings, he lets go of me and I whimper slightly.

"Carl-" but he interrupts me by pulling back and straightening my skirt.

"I'm sure our agreement was between recess, now it's class time. Come on, I'll make it up to you later."

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Your pov

As we ride the bus toward his home, I take his hand and intertwine our fingers.

"But don't expect a mansion or any of that shit." Ever since we left school, he has been bad-mouthing his hometown every free minute he has.

"Don't worry, I'll only have eyes for you anyway." The statement makes him laugh and he relaxes a little. As we get out and walk a little way along the street, we are watched by a few people.

"Why are so many people staring at us?" When he look at me, I'm obviously confused.

"Not everyone here wears designer clothes that cost several thousand dollars. If you come here more often, they'll call you a princess." Giggling, I slap him on the arm and as we climb the stairs to his house, I look around curiously.

"So this is where you grew up." His shoulders shrug casually, but I see him trying to gauge my reaction.

"Yeah, where in the world could it be nicer?" I laugh at his sarcastic comment and we both smile at each other as we enter the house.

I hear him calling into the house, then a girl with red hair appears, carrying a baby.

"You must be Debbie, the little one is so adorable." When I hold out my hand, she just looks at Carl with her eyebrows still raised.

"What did you do to end up with her? Also my daughter's name is Franny and yes, I know condoms exist." Surprised, I don't know exactly how to answer, so I leave it to Carl.

"My tongue is magic, Debs. Too bad you won't find out yourself anytime soon, Derek has moved away. By the way, Franny seems hungry." I'm unsure of the dynamic between the two of them, as she turns away and walks away, I resist the urge to say goodbye.

"That was...nice." His hand pulling me towards the stairs distracts me.

"She's a real ray of sunshine, come on. The others aren't back yet, so you can be as loud as you want this time."

When we get upstairs, he leads me into his room and I look at the magazines, posters and little things scattered everywhere.

"Cleaning and you are definitely not friends, huh?" I laugh at my joke, but Carl has other plans than letting me inspect his room.

He puts his hands on my hips and pushes me against the closed door, my breath catches as his eyes find mine.

"Do you want to keep playing housemaid? Then put on a damn maid costume, otherwise keep your eyes on me." At his stern voice, I press my thighs together and, grinning, I drag my fingers across his chest once again.

"Would you like that? Me on the floor, my ass in the air, and no underwear? Oh wait, what a coincidence that I'm not wearing any now either." His eyebrows raise, I see his eyes darken with lust.

"Let's save this little fantasy for another time, right now I just want to see you on my cock." Smiling, I lean towards him and start kissing him. I loosen the belt I bought him and pull him closer to me by his waistband.

"I think I did well today. After all, I didn't complain about getting through the school day without underwear. Do I get my reward now?" Grinning, he takes off my top and looks at my lace bra.

"Everything you want." He drops to his knees in front of me and kisses his way along my thighs, lifts my skirt and presses a kiss to my folds. Slowly he moves his tongue higher and kisses my stomach, I lean my head against the door.

"Does that feel good?" I just nod, burying my hand in his hair as he puts his mouth on me again.

"Ahh- Carl, I want you now." His fingers stretch me, the wetness running down my legs, making me tremble.

"You got me, sweetheart. What do you want me to do?" His head lifts to look at me and I place my fingers around his chin, seeing the moisture on his lips.

"I've been prepared enough, I want your dick now. Let's see if it's as magical as your tongue." Grinning, he stands up and lifts me up, lays me on my back on his bed and lies down between my legs.

He places a few kisses on my legs, then stretches up on his elbows so he's hovering over me. Then he kisses my cheek and my lips, lets his tongue slide over them and lets me taste myself.

I run my fingers through his blonde hair and pull his body closer to me. When he pulls a condom out of his pocket, I hold my breath.

"You still want to do this?" His look calms all the worries I had. I nod, stroking my fingers over his heated cheek.

"I trust you." His next kiss is passionate, his hands gliding over my body, caressing every bit of exposed skin. I lift my back off the mattress and let him take off my bra. His head lowers to run his tongue over my navel. As he sucks on them, I moan softly.

One of his hands starts kneading my breasts and when I try to take off my skirt, he stops me.

"Leave it on, okay?" I kiss him in response.

His hand strokes my sides and my own hands rest on his shoulders as he presses the tip of his cock against my entrance.

"Ready, baby?" When I agree, he presses himself into me and for a moment I have to squint my eyes because it hurts.

Then I feel several gentle kisses on my cheek, my forehead and my lips. His attempts to distract me work and as I become more and more relaxed, he slides further into me.

Slowly he presses his hips against me, the stretch so great that I can feel him all the way into my stomach. He waits for a moment, whispering sweet things in my ears until they get dirty and I beg him to move.

My hands wrap around his shoulders as he thrusts into me for the first time, the air around us thickening as he grunts and a moan escapes me.

"You're doing so well, God, you feel so good." His hips move faster and faster, the pleasure spreads through my body and the wetter I feel, the easier he slides in and out of me.

"You are perfect, my perfect girl. Do you feel good?" His hands stroke my skin, gently pinching my nipples, playing with them and making me squirm beneath him.

As he grips my hips and pushes himself harder into me, my head starts to spin. My noises get louder.

"Carl- god, please go harder" And so he does, the room is filled with the sounds of our bodies and sweat forms on us.

"Baby, do you want to ride me? You have such pretty thighs." I nod and when he pulls out of me I can't think clearly, I just want him to fill me up again.

He leans back and as I stabilize myself on his shoulders, I sink back onto him. The feeling is even better that my eyes roll back. His hands grasp my hips, helping me move.

"That's right, baby. You're doing so good, riding my cock like the good girl you are." At his words, I tighten my grip on him and he curses as I move harder on top of him.

The faster I go, the more exhausting it becomes, but as I feel a knot forming in my stomach, I ride him so fast just to chase my pleasure.

Then suddenly as he hits my spot inside me over and over again, I go boneless on him and melt in his arms. My come drips all over him and as he continues to fuck me, reaching his own climax, I tremble in his grip.

"Just a few more thrusts, baby. Ah, keep holding on to me." Even though I have lost my strength, I move on him a few more times until he comes and I lay my head on his shoulder.

We're both breathing heavily, but everything feels so good, so warm and comfortable, that I don't want to move a single muscle anymore.

He carefully pulls out of me, I moan slightly at the loss. He gently lays me back on his pillow and gives me a kiss before throwing the condom away.

He pulls the blanket over us and puts his arm around me to pull me closer. I snuggle up to him and feel so safe that I quickly press my lips to his skin.

"That was wonderful." He also presses a kiss on my hair.

"That was incredible, you are the best. I can't wait to do it again." Our embrace becomes tighter. For a moment the room is silent.

When I whisper his name, he hums in response.

"I know it's cliche to say something like that after the first time. But I just feel it so much that it hurts to keep it to myself. I love you." As I lie on his chest I hear his heart stop for a moment and then it starts beating much faster.

"I- no one has ever said that to me before." When I raise my head and look at him, he doesn't look at me. Instead, his eyes are fouced on the ceiling.

"I just want you to know. I don't want to put any pressure on you to say it. I just thought you should hear it. You know, now that things are serious between us." Again he is silent and I start to worry, but then he looks at me.

"You are truly the most incredible person I have ever met. I consider myself very lucky." He smiles at me, then leans down and we kiss for a moment. It feels like heaven.

We lay there for a few minutes, just cuddling and telling each other how our day was. We laugh and as the sun slowly sets, I start to get dressed.

"I wish I could stay here with you. But you know what my parents are like." He leans back on his elbow, watching me get dressed and contact my parents to pick me up.

"Hmm, I think we would do it again. If you stayed here tonight, I mean." I smile at him, sit down on his bed for a moment and ruffle his hair.

"I wouldn't mind, darling." The nickname makes him blush and when he leans forward to kiss me, I playfully push him away.

"I have to go, are you coming down with me?" He nods, feigning annoyance, and as we walk out of his room, he puts his arm around my waist and pulls me towards him.

He steals his kiss there, but more than that he steals my heart.

We smile at each other and for this moment everything is just perfect. We go downstairs and just as we are back in the living room we hear a door open loudly.

A visibly drunk man stumbles in. I see Carl tense up next to me, staring at the stranger angrily. I quietly lean towards him to whisper my question.

"Who is that?" When he rolls his eyes, I get a bad feeling.

"That's my father, great isn't it?" The man in front of me is dirty, has unkempt hair and an unpleasant smile on his face.

"Should I ask my parents if you can stay overnight?" My gaze is more focused on the man than on Carl.

But he just shakes his head, and just as he is about to answer, the man sees us too.

"Oh, my son! It's so good to see you, not really, but I'll take your bed. Fiona has mine. Is that your little girlfriend? She looks expensive, very good catch. How much money did you rip her off? I hope it's worth it to go through all this drama." I frown in confusion, but when Carl freezes next to me, I become uncertain.

"What does he mean by that?" This time my gaze is directed solely at Carl.

"Nothing, he's drunk-" but before he can finish, the man does.

"How rude of me, I am Frank. The proud father of this child, at least one of my descendants has made something of himself and used his talent. He has my good genes, the good looks and I teach him the tricks. Like exploiting an innocent, very very rich girl for money. It doesn't bother you, I hope? You seem to have enough, but I hope my son returns the favor to you."

The words catch me so off guard that I can't move. I don't believe anything this man says until I see the guilty look on Carl's face.

"W-what? That's a lie, right? Tell me he's lying, Carl." As he runs his hands through his hair and tries to answer me, Frank speaks again.

"Oh, you haven't confessed to her yet? My fault, I should have waited. I didn't think you would humiliate this girl for so long. I told you this wouldn't end well." But Carl ignores him completely when he notices me moving away from him.

"Wait, I'm sorry. It wasn't like that-" But I interrupt him, already feeling tears gathering in my eyes.

"So what happened? You act like you don't want any money from me and-" Carl's look becomes frustrated.

"You offered me your money! You said if I matched it, everything would be fine for you." I'm almost speechless, is this all a nightmare?

"Are you serious? I offered it to you because you weren't asking for it. And now I find out it was your plan from the beginning? You just talked to me, just spent time with me to get my money? Who does that?" Frank's voice intervenes.

"I invented the strategy, my dear. It's turning out to be quite useful." But I don't pay attention to him, I just look at Carl.

"Please, I'm sorry. Yes, it was meant that way in the beginning, but it's different now. I-" My tears flow when he admits it and any feeling of happiness disappears. All that remains is betrayal and sadness.

"You what? What am I saying, you were probably happy that I only wanted you in return. I'm such an idiot. You didn't just take my money, you took my first time too!" As he comes towards me, I step back.

"Listen to me, I didnt force you to do all this for me. You wanted it." The more he talks the more desperate I feel and the greater my anger becomes.

"You idiot! I thought you liked me! I thought you finally noticed me too." My sobs get louder and my vision blurs. When he tries to grab my face, I slap him.

"My cue to go. I can see that you're sorting it out between yourselves just fine." Frank's footsteps fading away are nothing compared to the sound of my heart breaking.

"I like you, I really like you. At first it wasn't my intention to start a relationship with you, but then I got to know you and-" Every word that escapes him is only worse.

"Stop talking! You know what the worst thing is that I liked you for so long before you even talked to me. And I thought it was a miracle when you first spoke to me in the libary. I should have listened to the others, you only care about yourself!" I wipe the tears from my cheeks, wishing I could be anywhere but here.

Then before he can say anything, I turn around and run out of the house. But I hear him following me.

"Wait! Don't just walk away, I have to get this straight. Hey!" He catches me, turns me around and holds my tear-stained face in his hands.

"I'm an idiot, I know that. I'm sorry for hurting you. I- God, I love you. You hear me? I love you too. Please stay." But I just shake my head and try to free myself from his grip.

"How do I know if that isn't a lie too? You've betrayed me, I can't talk to you now." When my car pulls up, I get in without turning around. I don't look back, even though his loud curse can be heard throughout the whole neighborhood.

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Your pov

I spend the next few days without saying much, but I cried almost the whole time.

I miss him incredibly, not a day has gone by in the last few months when I haven't seen him and now I've been alone for three days.

I wish he was here, but on the other hand I am so hurt and feel terrible. He is the reason for this.

I wish I had never found out. I wish he had never done it, never lied to me. Didn't use me for money, but worst of all, I don't know if he even likes me.

Today is the first day that I go back to school. Even though I put on make-up, choose a nice outfit and listen to my favorite songs to distract myself, I can only think of him.

His blonde hair, his beautiful eyes, the way his lips felt. How he felt inside me. Then I remember that he loves me and how he finally said it, something I have wanted to hear for so long.

But then I think about what he did and everything feels empty again.

As I enter the school, my friends come to meet me. They already know what happened, they all hug me and I feel a little better.

Until I see him.

And he sees me too. It takes all my effort to avert my gaze. To get my books out of my cupboard, but then I have to stop because he is not standing next to me offering to carry them.

I take it myself, close my door, but before I can go any further, he is standing in front of me. My heart stops. Oh, how his eyes shine.

"Do you need help?" His eyes focus on the books and I have to swallow several times before I can answer.

"No, I have to go to class now." But as I try to walk past him, he stops me.

"You don't answer my texts, you don't call me back. I'm not allowed into your house and you avoid me at school. What can I do? Please tell me what I need to do, so you forgive me." I laugh, but it is without humor.

"What can you do? Move."

I can see his shock, but he still doesn't step aside.

"Can't you hear me? I said-" but he walks toward me until I'm forced to lean my back against the lockers.

His eyes find mine.

"I can't sleep. And when I do, I dream of you. There's a - a hole in my heart that only you can fill. It hurts and I hate not being with you. It's even worse to be here, when you don't look at me the way you usually do. You don't smile at me, God, you don't look like you're in love with me anymore. It's hell."

Tears gather in my eyes, his words are so desperate, it hurts to see him like this.

"Maybe you should have thought about that before you took advantage of me. Before you slept with me." A tear runs down my cheek and I know my mascara is smudging.

"I know, I know. And I feel so bad, I'll do anything to make it right. Just tell me."

When I look into his eyes, my heart also hurts.

"Move, Carl. I can't see you now." This time he lets go of me and I go to class with tears in my eyes.

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Your pov

It's been four weeks since we last spoke, but it doesn't hurt any less to see him. Even if I don't let him talk to me, he doesn't give up.

He puts flowers in my locker, chocolate, and notes full of apologies and sweet promises.

Everything warms my heart, but it still feels like this money thing is unresolved between us. I know now that he likes me, very much in fact, as he makes it clear, but that doesn't change the real problem.

That he used me for my money.

As I leave school that day, I feel exhausted and, as I often do, I wish I had his arms around me.

Holding me tight, his lips kissing me, loving me.

As I wait for my father's car, I suddenly hear his familiar throat clearing. With my heart pounding, I turn around and see him smiling uncertainly at me.

"I know what I had to do and now I've done it. Here." He gives me an envelope and I take it uncertainly.

"Carl, your letters are flattering, but-" He quickly interrupts me.

"No, it's something else. Open it." The deja vu hits me unexpectedly and I slowly open the envelope, the content leaves me speechless.

"What is that supposed to be?" It's rhetorical, but I ask anyway.

"All the money I owe you. What you've kindly given me, I pay it back. Every cent. You can count." He looks so proud, I almost have to laugh.

"How- did you rob a bank?" He grins contentedly at my reaction.

"An old grandma." This time I laugh and he comes closer to me, slowly taking my hands.

"No, seriously. How did you do that?" He looks at me lovingly.

"Working in the kitchen every day after school, I found a part-time job with Fiona. The payment is bad, but it was worth it. I understand that money was the problem and well, that I wasn't honest to you." As I lower the envelope, we look at each other.

"Promise, no more secrets?"

He smiles and suddenly the world is a brighter place.

"Promise, but we continue one of our agreements." I raise my eyebrows questioningly, seeing him grin as he leans toward me, his breath brushing against my lips and he whispers:

"I'll still spend my breaks with you in the janitor's room."

The laughter that escapes me gets interrupted, when his lips meet mine.

[allwaswell16]

All the One Direction fics I read and enjoyed in March 2025. For more new fics, check out this month's fic roundup at @1dmonthlyficroundup ! You can find my other fic recs here.

- Louis / Harry -

🩷 you're all i ever dreamed of by staybeautiful / @harruandlou

(E, 53k, established relationship) after a Monday lunch with Zayn, Louis finds himself reevaluating what "too soon" means, especially when it comes to Harry. Part 2 of such a beautiful dream

🩷 Rogue omega by @loretheloner

(M, 38k, omegaverse) Louis is a rogue on the run from his birth pack, who want to kill him because he's a male omega. A story about prejudice, prophecies, and rejection. Also a story about kindness, resilience and soulmates.

🩷 Give Me A Try by rainbow_kings

(E, 28k, roommates) AU where Harry is absolutely, hopelessly in love with his best friend, Louis. But Louis is dating somebody else. It takes them a while to figure it all out.

🩷 the evenness i fake by @shimmeringevil

(E, 26k, omegaverse) Harry doesn’t do relationships. He has a perfectly enjoyable friends-with-benefits agreement with a perfectly lovely omega, and he doesn’t see the need to change that anytime soon.

🩷 Give it All by mirilik / @louis-arssets

(NR, 18k, uni) Somehow things get complicated when Louis starts dating Nick and Harry realises that he might have some feelings for his mate which are very not appropriate for a best friend.

🩷 lost stars by @tommolinson

(M, 14k, addiction) a story about losing and finding yourself again (and finding love within yourself, and others)

🩷 Neptune by Pumpkinspice_Lou / @c-e-d-dreamer

(G, 14k, high school) Harry has always been in love with his best friend Louis, but when new student and goal keeper Zayn starts getting close with Louis, Harry can't help but assume the worst.

🩷 waiting room is getting crowded by harrysboy / @calumsboy

(T, 13k, exes) broken-up harry and louis both decide to get their oops and hi tattoos covered. what they didn't decide on, however, was having their appointments booked for the same time.

🩷 feed a fever, starve a heart by @insightfulinsomniac

(E, 12k, alpha/alpha) Most people don’t find their soulmates before they present, especially since soulmate identification can only come through pheromones released after presentation. But if a first rut or heat begins without the person’s soulmate present, so does dangerous rut fever.

🩷 contingencies by honey_beeing

(M, 10k, famous/famous au) where Louis and Harry are actors who long ago were married on set and find out too late. Like twenty five years too late.

🩷 Always Yours by heartbreakwthr

(E, 8k, roommates) Prompt 89: Jealous and Possessive Harry when someone new arrives in their group and has a crush on Louis.

🩷 You Keep Pulling Me In by galactic_larry / @galacticlarry

(T, 5k, girl direction) Being invited to a high school reunion was pretty much the last thing Harry wanted, so of course it had to happen. What happens when her friend and co-worker, Louis, offers to be her fake girlfriend for the evening?

🩷 Harry Styles is NOT Refundable by IceQueenRia

(E, 4k, sex work) He needed a date. But it turned out ‘come to my ex-girlfriend’s engagement party’ wasn’t a great pick-up line. So Louis looked online and hired an escort.

🩷 You Can't Go To Bed Without A Cup Of Tea by @enchantedlandcoffee

(G, 333 words, canon) Louis can't sleep and stumbles across a sad Harry on his way to make a cup of tea.

- Rare Pairs -

🩷 The Duke and the Poor Sods Who Work For Him (series) by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup

(T, 8k, Zayn/Liam, Louis/Harry, Niall/Lewis Capaldi) “I have decided,” Louis Tomlinson, Duke of Elbany announces as he flounces into the room, “that we must have a hermit for our woods!” Liam Payne, not a Duke of much of anything, is very used to statements like these. They make him tired. “A… hermit, sir?”

🩷 (un)stuck by yeah_alright / @uhoh-but-yeah-alright

(T, 3k, Zayn/Harry) Coworkers Zayn and Harry find themselves stuck in their office elevator together one evening after work. In such a small space, there may not be enough room for Zayn's crush on Harry to stay hidden.

🩷 Pink Guinea Club by @haztobegood

(NR, 837 words, Harry/Chappell Roan) Harry's one night stand was interrupted by four adorable guinea pigs.

[imaginesbymonika]

From the dining table | Part 1

Pairing: Damon Albarn × Gallagher! Reader

Plot: Everyone's favorite topic during the '90s and 'OOs; Y/N Gallagher. The mysterious and beautiful younger sister of the two loud brothers rarely spoke during interviews but played the guitar like no one else. And even though she never said a word about her dating-life, the list of her rumored boyfriends kept growing longer with each passing year. Yet, there was one name in particular that just kept on popping up...

read the prologue

(1995)

He’s staring at her. Not because he wants to (although she’s a sight for sore eyes), but because there is just something about her field of energy that keeps on pulling him back in. He understands that he shouldn’t be. Not because of her two brothers though; he’s not intimidated by them, but because he just doesn’t want any more drama thrown his way. So maybe in a sense, it’s because of her brothers, but then again it isn’t. He-

“Damon!”, someone next to him says straight into his right ear and he flinches at the sudden sound. “What the fuck?!”, he asks, and his head twists into the direction of the voice:” Why would you do that?” His bandmate scoffs softly:” I’ve been trying to get through to you for the last three minutes. You know you should probably stop staring like that.”

“Wait what?”, his index finger moving into his ear: ”Don’t laugh. I’m being serious, I think I am deaf on this ear now.”

Graham chuckles:” Everyone can see that you’re staring at her, it’s only a matter of time till those dickheads see it as well. You know how protective they are of her.” Damon nods, turning his full body back towards the crammed table, before letting out a deep breath he didn’t know he was holding in.

“Having this war thing over our music’s is one thing, but the moment one of them finds out that you fancy Y/N you’ll probably get shot.”, the brown-haired man means it as a joke, of course, but at the same time, there’s more than just a bit of truth to it.

Y/N fucking Gallagher. Damon scoffs. No one really knows much about her other than the fact that she’s a few years younger than Liam. She plays the bass in Oasis and does a fucking excellent job at it. In Interviews she never talks, she just sits next to her two brothers and chews on gum while occasionally throwing a smile into the camera. And it’s not a sweet smile either: it’s cooky and secure. As if she understands the effect it has on other people. She knows she’s cool and pretty and it’s-

“Hey!”, Graham hits the back of Damon’s head with the palm of his hand:” Stop disappearing on me like that!” A pained chuckle exits Damon’s lips while he shakes his head:” I was thinking about something, thank you very much.”

“I hope about all the ways in which Noel will cut you up into tiny pieces when he finds out you think his baby sister is fit.”, he laughs and the blonde shoves him away from him. “Will you please stop talking?!”, he swallows thickly and turns to look back at the stage, but his gaze automatically halts on Y/N. Only this time their eyes instantly meet. His own widen while hers narrow and a couple of seconds later a smug smile appears on her lips. She knows.

Damon desperately wants to tear his stare off of her, but he just cannot do it. Y/N’s y/e/ced eyes survey his blushing features, while she leans back in her chair. She slightly tilts her head while un-crossing her legs and perhaps those ridiculous pop music magazines are right, maybe she is a God-

“Damon!”, Graham once again hits his friend’s head, before gripping his chin and harshly bending his head back to the table. “Outch.”, Damon silently lets out, before rubbing the side of his neck. And for a second it’s almost as if he can her Y/N giggle. Oh, he’s royally fucked.

[itaipava]

— forms of non-sexual intimacy with f1 boys.

˒ ⌕ LANDO NORRIS

kind of intimacy where you guys do things together that lead to inside jokes and private memories; a beautiful feeling of closeness that comes from working in unison. sometimes it's so subtle and unexpected, it's like the two of you lose your way going somewhere the two of you have never been and one is responsible for the driving and the other for the navigation. maybe a bit of a fight here and there, but both  still working together to reach your destination and knowing you’re never really lost as long as the other is around.

˒ ⌕ GEORSE RUSSELL

kind of intimacy where actions speak louder than words. making - or at least trying - each other's lives a little easier, a little lighter, a little smoother, a little prettier, and a little more bearable. having breakfast ready so you don't forget it when you're in a hurry. wash and dry dishes together after dinner. leaving little love notes in your things to make you smile. the little things he would do only for those he is really close to.

˒ ⌕ CARLOS SAINZ

his favorite form of intimacy is where the two of you give each other undivided and unique attention when you're together; being as busy as he is and having a lot to think about, there's something so beautiful and comforting about focusing on just one person: you. that means ignoring notifications and anything that bothers him aside when he's with you. leaving certain places earlier to spend more time with you. looking adoringly into each other's eyes at random moments where you can swear there are only the two of you in the world.

˒ ⌕ CHARLES LECLERC

distracted physical touches, usually out of habit. when you are watching tv; he reaches out and strokes your hair, plays with your earlobes, or nudges you gently with his foot. and even when you are in public or with other people, he finds himself playing with your hands, your fingers, tracing patterns on your palm or the back of your hand with his thumb, all while casually conversing with another person.

˒ ⌕ LEWIS HAMILTON

bathing together; the form of intimacy in which you fully discover yourself and can appreciate every physical aspect while sharing a genuine and loving atmosphere. him gently washing your body with care and delicacy, as if he had all the time in the world to discover every little universe hidden in your body; he leaves soft kisses on your shoulder and neck as he washes your hair, which makes you smile because together with the little ripples of hot water they tickle your skin. being totally comfortable in each other's presence is what he's always wanted for the two of you since the beginning, and seeing your love growing every day makes his heart race with happiness in his chest.

˒ ⌕ OSCAR PIASTRI

the form of intimacy that grows on common interests and activities. for him, there's nothing quite like coming together because of a mutual love for a particular tv show, or during an animated monopoly game or mobile games, or an underrated book. thinking about each other whenever see or hear about it. simple but precious memories resulting from losing sleep because you were too excited at that show or playing together all night.

˒ ⌕ LIAM LAWSON

the kind of intimacy that only grows and flourishes with time, the true meaning of “making life” together. the kind where the two of you help each other grow in every aspect of life; supporting and rooting for each other's victory but also being there and taking care of each other in defeats. it's when you start to know each other's thoughts, times and patterns as if there is an invisible bond that grows each day between the two of you; like it always connects the two of you even when you're not physically together. it's the form of intimacy where you only know and understand each other on a very deep level.

˒ ⌕ MAX VERSTAPPEN

a kind of pure, genuine intimacy that encourages each other; listen to each other's dreams, fears, stories and secrets without judgment and show that no matter what, you will be there for each other. always cheering and supporting each other's hobbies, which always makes your heart warm to remember that someone is genuinely rooting for you and that even if you fail, that person will not give up on you.

[twopoppies]

Hi Gina,

I wanted to send you a message in the midst of all this madness to tell you my back story in the hope that it’ll cheer you up or at least remind you how important you are.

So back in 2021 I saw that Harry Styles was cast in DWD and that he was dating OW. I remember thinking “how strange”. Why would a 26 year old date his boss who’s a mother a two. But I also remembered that Harry had a reputation of dating older women. Then I watched all the drama unfold: Florence clearly not liking him, spitgate and him seemly ignoring OW (his gf) at the premiere. I couldn’t make any sense of it. All of that coupled with the Vanity Fair cover where he’s in that beautiful dress but in the article he talks about clothes being “fun” and not that serious. He also said that he has never publicly dated anyone (while publicly dating OW). Again I could not make head nor tail of it. The only thing I could come up with was that Harry Styles was a privileged asshole.

But at the same time I watched some of his LOT concerts and he was completely different. So kind, So caring to his fans and providing a safe space to the queer community. This confused me even more. Was he playing both sides? I remember saying to a friend at the time that whatever Harry was selling I was not buying. His whole image just left me scratching my head.

Anyway fast forward to October last year and Liam’s passing. His death really saddened me because I had a friend who died in similar circumstances. So I looked up stuff on Liam which brought me to 1D which brought me here to your blog.

The biggest shock for me, by far, in all of this is not that Harry and Louis are/ were together. I kind of remember that rumour doing the rounds years ago. The biggest shock by far is how Harry’s image has been sabotaged since the age of 16 by his management and the media. Now I know that Harry is sweetheart, a good person who was used and abused by the music industry. But it wasn’t until I found your blog and did my research that I finally saw the truth.

So I want to remind you that the work that you do here (along with others) is important. And that you are appreciated. This is not about proving that two men are together. This is about how two teenagers were treated horribly in the music industry (and how it was been detrimental to their lives) and how the GP is blind to it.

I was playing pool with my 15 nephew the other day and he randomly started to sing Sweet Creature. I said “Oh you’re a Harry Styles fan? Me too”. And he said “I like his music but I don’t think I’m a fan of his”. When I asked him why not he just shrugged his shoulders. And that broke my heart because I could see that he was having the same issue with Harry’s image as I was in 2021/ 22.

Anyway I’ll leave it there because this has turned into an essay!! But I hope you realise how important you are to the community but more importantly to Harry and Louis. If I came across your blog I’m sure they have too x

🥹 honestly, I think this is the crux of why I’m still here. I hate what’s become of their images and how the public has this awful perception of who they are. It makes me so happy to know that there are still people out there who are willing to dig deeper and look beyond that public narrative. And if me/my blog helps in some little way, that makes all this nonsense worth putting up with. ❤️

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I was never going to give up

Pairing: Theo Reaken X female reader Seires: teen wolf Summary: Theo wants to juggle joining the group and dating you too. Fighting is always more dangerous when feelings are involved. Warnings: fighting, kissing, swearing, injury.

Theo had only been around a few weeks, he just wanted to be in the pack. Of course stiles hated him but he was growing on the rest of us. Especially me. I hadn’t shown any interest in him…to his face but he’d shown some in me. I guess Theo was just more… confident then I was.

“Y/n we on for tonight?” Lydia asked, sneaking up behind me at my locker. “Of course” I pulled at the lock but it wouldn’t come out. “Good so I’ll pick you up at five?” She watched me tug it with no success, trying not to laugh. Quickly with out warning two arms wrapped around me pulling at the lock and unlocking it for me. Sighing I turned around knowing exactly who it was, his arms still on the lockers while he smiled down at me. Stunning me with his beautiful green eyes.

“Good morning Theo” “good morning princess, I just came over to remind you and let Lydia know that your not free tonight because of that date we have planned” his smile turned in to a wide cheeky grin. “Um no” I folded my arms raising my eyebrow, ignoring his flirting. “Yeah, I remember that plan Theo, your date tomorrow with y/n” Lydia nodded agreeing with him out of no where. “What?” I hissed. “You remember y/n your date with Theo, have fun” she smiled reaching out to pat my shoulder.

“Huh?” Theo questioned becoming confused that lydia was playing along. “don’t do anything I wouldn’t” she winked before speedily walking away laughing to herself. “She doesn’t know what she’s- talking about too many dead bodies it Uh- messes with the mind” I joked turning back to Theo but he was already staring at me. “Let me take you out on a date, tonight” he pleaded with a soft smile. “She was- joking you don’t have to...” “I’m not. I want to, come on how long have I been trying to get a shred of your attention hun”

“I- thought you were just joking around- boy banta” I smirked feeling less awkward now. “I don’t take rejection well im not used to it, so what will it be” Theo twisted his head leaning in closet smiling still. “pick me up at seven” I winked ducking out of his arms and turning around smirking at him until out of sight. Theo watched until id gone completely mesmerised, he’d finally done it.

Later on during the school day-

Liam wondered up to me after waving across the hall. “you look happy” he raised an eyebrow suspiciously. “what? I look the same liam” I awkwardly laughed probably going a bit red. “it’s a good look y/n, we need some good spirits because well- another chimaera has surfaced” “that’s just great” I sighed deeply hitting my eyes on the floor. “We’re all going out tonight we think she’s got a target” “I- can’t come” “what do you mean- this is important?”

“I have a date” “can’t you reschedule- wait what! You haven’t dated in ages what do you mean you have a date- who’s the lucky guy” liam smirked making it extremely extravagant. “theo” you said, even saying his name made you smile and your heart flutter, your stomach grow butterflies. Liam took a second to take it in but nodded eventually clearly happy for me. “Tell him to watch himself because if he breaks your heart I’ll break his face and l can do that” Liam told me making me giggle behind my hand “you're happy, really happy- and that’s all that matters” “aww you're such a softy” I pulled him in for a side hug as a joke making him chuckle.

“Princess we have to talk” theo came up to us nodding at Liam but keeping the attention on me 98% of the time. “Is that a hint you wanna get me in private” I raised an eyebrow, Theo laughed putting his hand out not really answering. “I’ll catch up with you later Liam” I waved goobye before taking his hand. Theo led me outside not saying anything the whole way. “You alright?” “Yeah yeah.. have you heard about the new chimera that has surfaced?” “Mmh liam just told me- it’s getting scary” “you don’t need to be scared hun, I’ve got you- but look- it’s about tonight…” “let me guess… you have to cancel because we have to go hunt this chimaera and you don’t wanna say no to Scott because you feel like you need to prove your self?”

Theo rolled his eyes grinning knowing I got it exactly right. “Mostly right… but your coming with me to hunt this chimaera- hunting date” “You can be so cute sometimes” i smiled going silently red again. “No ones ever done anything like that for me” “the packs important to me y/n i need to prove my worth here and i know you know that, but you're important to me too, I’ve been waiting ages for you to say yes to me and i'm not going to let this screw it up” Theo told me seriously placing his hands on my waist looking into my eyes.

“You don’t have to explain yourself to me, you're right, i know how important it is to you to earn your place- a hunting date sounds perfect Theo I’m looking forward to it” “you know your just- ugh- i cant even put it into words your fucking amazing” he smiled rubbing my hip with his thumb. “If you hadn’t been so confident none of this would have happened- and I’ve wanted this to happen for a while” i told him in a lower tone. “Well i know what i want, and when i want something ill go for it” theo told me chuckling under his breath.

The bell rang out signalling the end of lunch and the next lesson. “Ill see you later then” i pulled away from the boy leaving me cold and wiggled my fingers at him as i took my leave. “Oh yes” Theo whispered to himself smiling about his success.

Nothing else happened in school that day. I didn't bump into Theo again, I just got on with my day. But I didn't stop thinking about him. When I go home I thought about my outfit all evening, it had to be something I could hunt in but not something too boring. It had to make me look hot, but also not be too over the top.

I decided on a pair of leather trousers that were pretty skin tight and a black top that was maybe a little booby. But that was okay because I had a jacket on over the top. Theo pressed my door bell exactly at seven and I raced down the stairs before my dad could get to the door.

But it was too late for that. "So this is the guy you've been non stop talking about huh" my dad tuned to me. I dreaded looking at Theo, worried he was going to think my dad was being wired or Theo would feel too awkward. But when I looked up at him he looked really amused. "Dad" I widened my eyes, feeling relived at these emotions.

"What I can't meet the guy who's taking my only daughter out?" "Of course you can Mr Y/L/N, because one day i'm going to come to you and ask for your permission to marry your daughter" Theo smiled as I walked closer to them both. Smooth Theo, smooth. "Hm, at least you've picked a charmer darling" he grinned at me putting his arm on my shoulder.

"leave them alone honey, let the girl leave" I heard my mum shout from the front room. "Okay okay, I'll see you kids later, look after my daughter Theo" he stuck his finger out and gave the boy a smile before pulling my head in to kiss the top of it. "With my life sir" he nodded shaking my dad's hand.

"stay safe, have fun" he rubbed my shoulder as he walked past us, back into the living room. I shook my head walking out the door, trying to contain my laughter, which I was just using to hide my embarrassment. "You handled my dad quite well actually" I looked up at him.

"You're lucky you have parents who care about you, you know" he raised an eyebrow. "I know... they're great they can just be a lot sometimes- well my dad can" I explained as we walked towards his car. "well he seemed great, but now that he's gone I can tell you how hot you look" Theo wiggled his eyebrows as he opened my car door for me. My stomach filled with butterflies as I ;looked into his eyes.

They were so mesmerising. "Thank you" "But ou always do, so im not surprised" and with that he shut me in the car. I felt so warm inside. I watched as he walked round to the drivers side. there was something just so masculine about him driving me about. Especially because I Couldn't drive yet. "Where exactly has Scott asked us to go?" I questioned as Theo got into the car.

"Someone didn't read the group chat" he giggled tuning his car on and leaving my driveway "I was busy getting ready" I shrugged with no regrets, making Theo laugh out loud. "It shows, we're going to the woods, Scott thinks the chimera will follow the target through the wooded area" Theo struggled, not questioning Scott at all.

"Bet this is the most abnormal date you've ever been on" "its the best company though" I struggled being honest. Theo looked to me slightly concerned. "My ex boyfriend was a dick" I explained in further detail. "That's why I haven't dated in so long, he really put me off the idea, it also makes me excited to do dates like this, because it's a new experience".

"Im sorry to hear that, you don't deserve that- what was uh his name" Theo asked pretending to blend it into the sentence. I laughed shaking my head. "He moved back to France a couple months back" "and what you don't think I can get a plane to France?" Theo smiled at me as his car stopped, making me giggle again. "I won't hurt you like that though Y/n, I promise I won't hurt you". he told me looking at me now.

I didn't really know what to say thou, I just gave him a small smiled and nodded. He wouldn't hurt me because my friend would rip his head off. He wouldn't hurt me because he would jeopardise his place in the group. He wouldn't hurt me because I wouldn't give him the chance. We got out the car and began walking into the first talking about god knows what.

I was secretly hoping we wasn't going to find this chimera because I didn't want the conversation to stop. But unfortunately, I saw something I had to bring up. "I- don't mean to cut you off but look" I posted at a trail of mercury on the floor. Theo bent down to have a closer look at it. "Yep that's defiantly from a chimera, we must be in the right place".

"Good eye" he smiled at me before getting out his phone to text on the group chat. I knew exactly what he would be writing but I used it as an excuse to get close to him. I peered over the screen brushing his arm as I did. Theo stopped typing for a second and then began again. If you weren't paying really good attention you wouldn't have seen It.

Scott replied saying good work and that we should keep on their tale. Theo's eyes moved to mine, I looked up at him now waiting for something to happen. Him to say something or do something. "Are you trying to distract me on purpose gorgeous?". "Id never do that, we're on a hunt" I raised my eyebrow smirking up at him.

Theo switched his phone off and stuffed it into his pocket while one of his hands found my waist. He pulled me gently towards him never breaking eye contact. I thought it was about to happen, for the first time id kiss Theo, the guy id liked for months.

But in that moment of time a huge creature jumped out of a tree at us. It was the chimera. Theo swung me round and pushed me out the way, I landed a few meters away, hard, onto the grass. My trousers had a huge green grass stain all down them. I tutted and looked up at Theo, he was fighting this male chimera now.

it had huge talons which swiped towards Theo getting him on the arm as he tried to dodge them. "Fuck" I jumped up racing towards this new creature. I didn't recognise who it was, which probably helped in a fight against them. I ran past Theo and wrapped my arm around the neck of this thing, throwing him onto the ground.

As he turned I noticed he had another feature. His tail came out and grabbed my legs pulling me onto the floor with him. My claws came out and I sliced through his tail, he squealed out in pain and I felt the grip on my legs loosen. Theo was already lifting me up and pulling me behind him.

As this creature stood back up, I watched in horror as its tail grew back to full size. The old part on the floor lied there oozing out blood, no longer needed. The chimera snarled at us before running again towards us. It was fast, faster than a human. Faster than a wolf. Theo extended his own claws and stoped him in the middle. They both pushed at each other.

The strain of their faces made the pain obvious. I tried taking out its legs but its tail whipped my own making me hit the ground. It threw it round the other side whipping Theo’s thigh and hitting him into the ground beside me. “This thing is strong” I hissed getting back up again. “We can’t make a dent like this” he told me looking slightly worried. “Then we need to change our tactic” I began, as I headed toward the thing instead of the other way around.

This was definitely new to him as his eyes contained a lot more fear in them. defence was not his strong point. I slashed my claws at him and he blocked two of them before I was able to get his chest. Theo came round the back and grabbed him round his throat. The chimeras claws came up but I grabbed his hands before he could dig into theo. I held them down as Theo strangled him until he was passed out.

He dropped the body and let it fall to the ground, we both stared at it for a few moments before Theo turned to me. “Are you okay- are you hurt?” He questioned running his hand down my arm. “No- I’m okay” I panted, shaking my head and putting my other hand on his hand bringing him closer to me. Still looking at the body. Theo pushed my head towards him.

“That was great- you’re amazing” he smiled at me, my brows knitted together. “I- just did what anyone in the pack would have done” I replied shaking off the compliment. “No y/n, you did amazing” he shook his head sternly. “T-thank you Theo… no one’s said anything like that to me before” I stuttered giving him a big smiled. “You weren’t too bad yourself” I tiled my head. Theo laughed closing his eyes.

We were both distracted. We didn’t see the chimera wake up so quickly. I didn’t see it until it stabbed its claws into Theo’s side. I saw the pain in his eyes as blood dripped out of his mouth. I froze, my eyes wide open, dread seeping through my blood .The chimera whacked him away with its tail before turning to me. I made my eyes glow with anger and the creature took one look backing off.

It ran into the trees and I didn’t follow it. I should have, but not while Theo was there on the floor. I ran over to help him. Tears filling my eyes. “Theo” I called out sadly pulling him into my arms. His eyes were closed. My heart froze. “Please- please open your eyes please” I cried holding his head against my forehead. “I’m sorry I left this date so long, I should have said yes when you first asked- I wanted to- I just got so scared” I told him, having no clue if he could hear me or not.

Amongst all the tears I put my lips against his, making his face as wet as mine was. It was only then I got a sign that Theo was alive. His hand came up holding my head against his, while kissing me back. My heart pounded against my chest knowing he was alive, knowing he’d be okay. “Theo” i whispered pulling back but keeping my head against his. “Thank god I woke up for that- I wasn’t going to miss our first kiss” he whispered making me giggle.

“First of many huh” I told him brushing his cheek with my thumb. “I knew I was right to keep trying, I was never going to give up” he whispered holding my face now too. “I’m glad you didn’t” I smiled through my tears.

“Stop crying beautiful, I’m healing I’ll be okay” he smiled weakly. He was right, he’d be okay. And now he was mine.

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"Buried through exhaustion"

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Liam Mairi x f!reader Words: 1.8K Blurb: a story about exhaustion and burn out and how a sweet boy helps in the sweetest ways. ☆ SPOILERS FOR THE EMPYREAN SERIES. burnout & emotional exhaustion, mentions of loneliness/isolation, mild depressive thoughts, comfort heavy.

A/N: i was initially gonna post this friday but fuck it im so burned out that i'd forget. im drowning in exhaustion, i can't even work on anything anymore because my mind shuts down...

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Exhaustion crept in — the kind of exhaustion you don’t feel until it’s too late. Until it's burying you.

The sun shone through the curtains, bright and warm. Finally, the days had been warmer and sunnier. I am, by all means, no summer person, nor do I actually enjoy the heat or the bright light of the sun. But these days were different.

I had been so tired—so exhausted to the bone—that the fresh, warm air was welcome. It gave me a chance to work outside instead of being cooped up in the poorly lit room I had been stuck in for weeks. So that's what I had done. I brought my work outside: papers, pens, pencils—everything I needed, sorted neatly on one of the tables. It was the only table still covered in shadows, which I was grateful for, seeing as my skin can barely handle the sun.

It must have been an hour, maybe two or three since I had come outside, and it was well into the evening. The sun still bright and warm and comforting, yet my motivation to continue working had long burned out. It wasn’t that I wanted to enjoy the beautiful weather myself — maybe I did, I wouldn’t know. What I wanted most was to stop working and lay back in my bed, covered in soft sheets and fluffy pillows. Maybe I would sleep. Maybe I would finally let my dam break.

I’d been staring at the same paper for the last hour. A few minutes I would work on it, then I’d grow tired and take a way-too-long break, and after a while, I’d find some kind of energy to work on it again—for a few minutes. Repeating the cycle over and over until the last of my light would fade.

I was just about to pick up my pencil again when I heard his voice.

“Hey, my sweet girl.” Liam’s soft voice cuts through the warm air and the fog in my mind. He takes the seat beside me at the table and quietly tidies the small mess I’d left behind. Pens back in my case, loose papers neatly piled again. Just the way I like it… and he knows that. He knows the peace of mind it gives me when something is clean or organized.

At the age of nineteen, Liam became the softest guy I would ever know. He’s sweet and caring—a sunshine through all kinds of darkness, and a sweet golden retriever boy. I’ve known him my whole life, for as long as I can remember. My days were filled with softness and light, all thanks to him.

I mumble a ‘hi’ to myself but don’t lift my eyes from the paper—the one I’ve been working on and off. He peeks over my shoulder to get a better look.

“You’re still working on those?” he asks with a raised brow.

I give him an exhausted nod. My eyes almost flutter shut.

“I’m about halfway… no, maybe a quarter into all of it,” I mumble, half-asleep. I point to three other piles on the table. “Those also need to be finished, but this is the most urgent,” I explain quickly. He knows all of this already. I’ve vented to him more than once, but it never seems to be enough to get it out of my system.

“And remind me again, when does all of that need to be finished?” he asks gently, like he’s afraid I’ll break under the weight of the question.

“This one needs to be done by Monday. So, in two days,” I reply with a deep sigh. I pick my pen back up to start again.

“The others…” I trail off. “I don’t really know,” I add, defeated.

Working with deadlines had its pressures, but working without deadlines feels impossible. I don’t know which one is most urgent or which one I could leave for last. It’s a mind game—a complete and total mind-fuck at best.

“That’s okay,” he says in that light voice that already lifts a little of the weight from my chest. “One by one, remember?”

Liam recites the gentle reminder he’s given me for years. He moves all the unnecessary stuff out of sight until there’s only one task left on the table.

He shifts a little closer, and his knee bumps softly against mine. “We’ll do this one first. Together,” he says, leaving no room for argument as he takes the pen from me. His presence is a warm reminder that I’m not alone.

About twenty minutes in, my eyes droop closed. Exhaustion takes over, and my body leans closer to Liam’s. His warmth seeps into my skin and he wraps an arm around my shoulders without hesitation. I let out a deep sigh. All this exhaustion and lack of motivation is taking a serious toll on how I feel.

My mind feels like an empty void most of the time. And when it doesn’t, it feels like a loud scream—a chaos I’m usually used to, now pounding so hard it leaves me with headaches almost every day.

Liam must’ve noticed me drifting off. He folds the papers neatly and places the pen back where he took it from.

“Let’s get you to bed, shall we, dove?” he says softly, as if not to break the sleepy haze I’m in.

“I’ve got work to finish,” I mumble, barely audible. “I’ll sleep afterwards.”

The words feel like a salty lie on my tongue. I don’t stop him when he gently pulls me up and into him. He grabs my bag with my supplies and slings it over his shoulder before wrapping an arm around me again to keep me steady.

My eyes blink in and out of focus as I try to anchor myself in the warmth Liam gives me. It’s just then that I realize how alone I’ve been feeling. How lonely.

There’s no one I really talk to anymore—not because I don’t want to. If anything, social contact makes me feel less trapped in my own head, in that prison I can’t seem to escape. Most of my friends don’t seem interested in me anymore. Most nights I spend alone, wondering when I’ll wake up with a message from them again.

My eyes droop more at the sudden weight of isolation.

“It’s okay,” Liam whispers as he opens the door to my messy room. “I’m right here.”

He presses a soft kiss to my temple before closing the door behind us.

His hand settles on my lower back as he guides me to bed—still messy from when I left it earlier.

“Just sit down, okay? I’ll clean this quickly.”

I try to object, but my body refuses to move from its place on the bed.

He collects the clothes quickly, folds them, and tidies the scattered trinkets in my room. He brings me a clean change of clothes. I change while Liam smooths out the sheets and straightens the pillows.

Suddenly, the scent of lavender fills the room. I turn to see him placing my lavender spray on the nightstand.

“Just the way you like it,” he says with a soft smile that brightens the entire space.

I can’t help the tiny smile that appears on my face.

“There’s my girl.” His grin widens, and I feel the familiar red heat creep into my cheeks.

He steps to where I’m standing and finds my smaller hands with his. He steps back a few paces, pulling me with him until we’re both on the bed. My head falls against his collarbone, and his arms wrap around my back, holding me tight.

“You should get some sleep,” he whispers into my hair.

I nod but don’t move.

After a moment, he lifts the covers, and I slip underneath them. He follows and wraps the sheets around us despite the lingering warmth in the air. His arms find my waist, pulling me into his chest.

“I feel so tired,” I whisper with a vulnerable voice. “I feel so alone.”

“I know, sweet girl,” he soothes, tightening his embrace. “I see it every day lately. But you’re okay, and you’re strong, and you will get through this. I promise.”

He places a soft kiss on my shoulder.

“And I’ll be here every day to help you through it. Whenever you need me. All you have to do is tell me, pretty girl.”

I can’t find the words. A few tears slip down my cheeks, and he brushes them away with the soft pad of his thumb.

“Get some sleep,” he whispers as he adjusts the pillow under my head. “I’ll be here when you wake. Always.”

For the first time in what feels like weeks, I let my eyes close, comforted by his warmth and scent. I know the next two months will be hard—maybe the hardest I’ve ever faced. I know I’ll struggle. I already am.

But even when my mind is a mess, having Liam here—just one person who stays—helps more than the radio silence I’ve gotten used to.

Maybe that’ll make it just a little more bearable. Knowing someone cares enough to put their own work aside because they see how low I’ve fallen. Because they know how deeply exhausted and done I am.

But for now, I’ll sleep. I’ll wake, and I’ll work again tomorrow. No matter how exhausting it is—because I can’t escape it. But with him by my side, maybe I’ll feel just a little less alone.

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Ma Belle

Lestappen x Reader

Genre: Mafia AU, fluff

Summary: an arranged leads to a few struggles. The main one being that Max and Charles can only seem to summon their wife with her favorite movie.

Dialouge prompt: "It's okay baby, you're safe with us." "Yes we can watch the same movie for the millionth time, love."

Warnings: arranged marriage, daddy issues

Notes: part of my 1000 followers event. Requests are open again for regular asks btw (poly, lando, oscar, charles, Max, daniel, and logan for sure, and Liam and Carlos, depending on the request)👀

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Being a bargaining chip had been her purpose. The only reason she was born. In the possibility some kind of treaty needed to be made, she would be there.

So she learned how to be perfect. How to look the part her father needed her to. Played the game that everyone in this line of work plays.

Regardless of if everything in her mind is screaming to back out and run away as they sign the papers. She's being married off to not just one man, but two men who she doesn't know. They know each other. They'd supposedly been in her situation and have been married for a while already. They look at her with Kindess. A Dutch named Max and a Monegasque names Charles. A sympathy maybe only They can share with her.

She closes herself off the second they are alone. She is nothing more then a possession. A piece on the board for if things go wrong. These two don't actually want her and they already have each other. Why is she even here? Because of some treaty?

She ignores them. Keeps her distance. Pretends they don't exist. All the while watching the same move over and over again when they aren't around to hear.

Beauty and the Beast is her comfort movie. The one consistent in her life apart violence and backwards politics. She's not sure where it came from, the love for this movie. Maybe it's the comfort she finds in knowing she's not the only one locked away for some underlying purpose.

Max and Charles, to their credit, attempt to make am effort while not scaring her further away. They offer food at her door when she doesn't want to come out. They make attempts to show her affection. They give her space when she needs and don't push for more them she is willing to give.

Max and Charles weren't supposed to be home until later. Out on 'buisness' which code for something probably illegal. Which means, she wraps herself up in a blanket and makes her way to the television. She puts on her comfort movie and promptly passes out after a having a sleepless night in her own bed.

When the two males return, they find her asleep with the movie long forgotten. They don't move her, but instead restart the film. They stay with her until she wakes.

The shock hits first and then something like bewilderment follows. She eats with them after that and even keeps up some light conversation.

They tell her that the situation isn't ideal, but they made the most of it and intend on doing the same with her. They comfort and hold. They keep her safe when she needs it. They spoil her when she lets them.

But most importantly, they watch the same movie with her over and over again.

On this particular occasion, she was coming home from a visit with her father. The man who basically abandoned her with unfamiliar men for the entirety of her life. It left her feeling drained and insecure. She had been prepared for this her entire life and somehow she wasn't treating Max and Charles like she knows a good wife should.

She collapses on the couch. She pays no attention to anything else and just sobs. You'd think she was injured. Maybe even dying. Though this certainly felt like death. The idea that Max and Charles will leave her one day, send her back to her father who will find some other way to use her. It makes her stomach churn.

The two males take in the scene before them. Charles hastily fumbles for the the remote and sets up the movie they've watched almost everyday for a month now. He it man enough to admit its grown on him and he has the lyrics of every song memorized and working on turning it into piano music. Max sets about getting the female upright. She goes unwilling and ends up with her head in Max's lap.

"liefde, what's got you in tears?" Max makes an attempt at drying her tears only for more to show up.

She hiccups a few times. "I'm not a good enough wife, but I'll do better I promise. Just, please, don't send me back."

Charles joins the on the couch and runs nimble fingers along her skin. "Did something happen with your father to make you think that?"

"He used to make me pretend to be a wife to some of the men who work for him." Her eyes get cloudy thinking back to the memories. Her childhood was not one she looks back at fondly. "I just want to be enough."

"Dry your tears." Max starts before she can spiral again. "It's okay, baby, you're safe here with us. You're trying your best, and we know this kind of situation isn't easy. Just let us show you we care, yes?"

She looks up to see the movie ready to be played. The soft music in the background instantly calms her. "You don't mind?"

"We can watch the same movie for the millionth time, amour." Charles laughs softly when he sees her smile. "It really is a good movie."

"Charles is jealous." Max smirks playfully. 

A genuinepang of curiosity hits her. "Of who?"

"Belle, because I'm the beast and he's obviously Gaston."

"Why am I Gaston?!"

"Because you wear red all the time, duh."