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Happy Dinito Day wooooo~~~ I'm late to the party but I managed to get this pumped out in a few hours whew

Much love to 우리 막내의 신 <333

[iveseenthatlovebefore]

So I got sick again and that means the brain worms activated. Therefore, behold more unhinged Desmond Miles thoughts.

In one of my last posts here I was fantasizing of yet another EziDes story. This is...a continuation of that (maybe a crack version of it lmao idk I clung to this dream to keep from throwing up and now you must suffer with me.)

Imagine, right—Desmond, still trapped in 15th-century Italy, half-limping, half-hallucinating, and fully convinced this is some elaborate death dream. He's got Altair's armor (stole it—Ezio never saw it coming), a demon horse named Clay who only loves him, and while wandering around just sightseeing and being nostalgic, he overhears word of "the Assassin"—and just gets a little sad.

Because Ezio had to carry so much shit alone for such a long time. Like, Desmond remembers Ezio sitting in Venezia on his birthday mulling that it had been 10 years since he'd been on the quest to avenge his brothers and father and that just eats at Desmond because yeah, Ezio had allies. He had La Volpe, Bartolomeo, Mario, etc., but for SO MANY MISSIONS, he had to do that shit solo.

And so Desmond decides stubbornly (and a little unhingedly) that no, not this time. Ezio SHOULD'VE had support from the beginning. Ezio deserved better. Ezio deserved backup. Ezio deserved homies.

So Desmond, in his half-delirious glory, helps.

He quietly starts recruiting. Trains a few people. Sends pigeons messages across Italy to support Ezio from the shadows. He basically lays down the Brotherhood infrastructure before Ezio even realizes what's happening because honestly...it's just something he wishes someone had done for Ezio sooner.

But because this is Desmond "I'm losing my mind and this might not be real anyways" Miles, he decides to encrypt every single Assassin order in incomprehensible Gen Alpha slang—as a joke. Also to prevent messages from being deciphered if intercepted. (Dual purpose. Very efficient.)

We're talking full-on "cap/no cap," 'dogwater," "mid," "no rizz," "goated," "skibidi ops active" kind of nonsense.

His recruits? They have no idea what this shit means, but Desmond's so graceful, so terrifyingly competent, so mysterious and cool as hell that these Renaissance teens start thinking he's some divine ghost of the Creed—the real Altair of legend reborn.

So now, his recruits are getting pigeon orders like:

"Get your rizz up." "The plan is lowkey fire." "Don't fumble the bag." "That's not poggers." "We go full send at dawn." "That's straight dogwater, no cap."

And they think it's all actual ancient Assassin wisdom. Like, they actually think this is how Master Assassins talk in code. One of them—and bless them—actually starts a friggen codex to translate this shit like:

"goated" = elite/powerful "slay" = execute target with flair "hard L" = catastrophic failure "no respawns" = don't die "no cap" = absolute truth

Ezio eventually steals/finds one of these notes that says:

"sussy vibes. npc energy. handle or ghost. clay watching."

And is hella confused. So he goes to the only person he knows who can help decipher it.

Ezio, concerned: "Leonardo, I require your mind. I… I need help."

Leonardo, after some intense contemplation: "I believe… the 'npc' may be a political faction. Perhaps a guild? Clay… Clay is a name? A material? Could this mean a trap involving the earth? And this phrase—'ghost'—used in this context...I assume he means specters. Necromancy? Could this be related to a cult?"

Ezio, even more confused: "It says 'sussy vibes.' What does that mean?!"

Leonardo, squinting at the note: "Perhaps an ancient dialect."

And the recruits? Oh, the recruits are absolutely thriving. Every time they get a new message from their mysterious Mentor, it's like scripture:

"vibe check. mark goated. protect with your life. fr fr. no cap."

They call Desmond, "The Ghost."

They call Clay, the demon horse, "The Omen."

They start unironically saying, "No Cap. Just Creed." as like, a slogan. Like THEY THINK THAT IS THE ASSASSIN'S CREED.

Meanwhile, Desmond—dressed in Altair's stolen armor, lying backwards on Clay, eating a fig while watching the sunset—sends another pigeon like:

"Good work, kings. That was peak stealth. The Prophet's gonna need real OGs like you soon. Slay the Creed. –DM"

But Ezio "The Prophet" Auditore da Firenze is losing his goddamn mind.

He's halfway convinced there's a new, elite Assassin cell rising, but he doesn't know where they are or why they all speak in tongues, and why they're all so helpful.

All he knows is they leave behind clean kills, perfect intel, strange scrolls, and once, an ugly as hell pigeon carrying a scroll that simply said "we out here" with a little doodle of Altair doing finger guns.

If any of ya'll are still here after reading through my mania, here's a little treat I cooked up hehe:

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The bird landed on the rooftop ledge.

Once, Tommaso would've ignored it. It was, after all, just another pigeon in a city full of them, but that was before.

Before the blood in the alley. Before the outnumbered fight behind the butcher's yard. Before a man in dark robes had descended down from the rooftops and said—"Come with me if you want to live."

He hadn't introduced himself.

He hadn't smiled.

He'd just reached out.

And Tommaso, bruised and desperate and already halfway feral, had taken his hand.

That was over a year ago and now, Tommaso never ignored the pigeons. Ever since he was saved—no, chosen—he looked. Always. For fear of missing any of his master's many wisdoms.

And there, he saw it—the scar over the bird's eye. Jagged, ugly, familiar.

His breath caught, just for a second.

Theirs.

One of Spettro's bird.

Tommaso rose from where he'd been sitting and gently untied the small scroll from its leg. He didn't unroll it yet. He didn't need to. He knew the feel of the paper, the weight of the string, the tension in the knots. He knew the way their Mentor folded things. Tight. Clean. Intentional.

He didn't know his mentor's name—none of them did. They only called him Spettro.

The Ghost.

Without a word, Tommaso tucked the scroll into the hidden fold of his doublet and only when was sure he had no tail did the Discepolo slip into motion, moving across the tiled rooftops of San Gimignano with silent feet.

It wasn't long before he reached the base.

From the outside, it looked like nothing special—just a rundown storehouse tucked between an abandoned smithy and the city wall. The stone walls were chipped, the door was molded from water damage, and the rooftop tiles were cracked and crooked. 

No one paid it much attention—not even the city guards, which was what made it perfect.

He landed on the roof and slipped through the rooftop hatch, already hearing voices as he descended down the ladder.

"—not saying I dropped the bag last time." Leonello snapped. "I'm saying you cut in before my angle was set."

"You were about to do a backwards jump from a fruit cart." Carlo replied dryly. "You'd have landed wrong and died stupid."

Tommaso paused halfway down, lips twitching. Same argument, different day.

From the conversation alone, he could see it already—Leonello (newest recruit, still wet behind the ears) being defensive and flustered while Carlo (Tommaso's second, a junior only by a month) lounged against a crate, arms crossed and smug. In the background, he heard the sound of a whetstone, likely of Matteo (the oldest in age, third in seniority) sharpening his blades, utterly unbothered by their argument.

Tommaso dropped from the last rung with a soft thud and crossed the room with purpose.

"Enough squabblin'." He said—not sharp, just loud enough to settle the air. "We've got more important things to handle."

Leonello turned, still bristling. "Like what?"

Tommaso didn't answer right away. He just reached into his doublet, pulled out the scroll, and let it unfurl with a snap of his wrist.

"Message from Spettro."

That shut them up.

Carlo straightened. Matteo looked up. Leonello, suddenly nervous, stepped closer.

Tommaso walked to the center of the room where a crate that they used as a makeshift table sat. It was cluttered with spare bandages, sharpening stones, and spools of twine and he cleared it all aside with a sweep of his arm. The others watched in silence as he smoothed out the parchment and laid it flat, pinning the corners with a throwing knife and an inkwell.

They crowded around.

No one spoke as they read.

yo squad don't let the Borgia ops catch u slippin. squad meet @ the sus tree tmrw, 2 bells past prime. plan's lowkey fire rn, but if the big cheese shows? we full send. tell Leon to stop acting NPC. get his rizz up. if he fumbles again, that's not poggers. keep it 100

Leonello's face paled first.

Matteo snorted under his breath. Carlo gave an audible wheeze and took two slow steps backward, hands on his hips like he needed distance just to process it.

Leonello pointed at the scroll, scandalized. "He named me. Why did he name me?!"

Tommaso raised an eyebrow. "Maybe because you keep fumbling like an NPC."

"I do not fumble!"

Carlo muttered, "You kinda fumble."

Leonello turned to Matteo for backup. Matteo—betraying no emotion—just looked away.

Leonello groaned.

Tommaso, still calm, reached down beside the crate and pulled out the Codex—a weathered notebook wrapped in string and reinforced with thin pieces of leather. It was their working glossary. Their sacred translation log.

He flipped it open reverently and turned to a dog-eared page.

don't catch u slippin = remain vigilant lowkey fire = promising, keep quiet full send = commit NPC = soulless, insult rizz = charisma, presence fumble = failure not poggers = deep disappointment big cheese = captain/leader

Leonello, who like them, had been silently cross referencing the terminology between the notebook and their master's scroll, leaned over. "What the hell is 'the sus tree'?"

Carlo sat back. "Obviously a tree. Suspicious tree?"

"But suspicious how?"

Tommaso pursed his lips. "Could be the one near the south gate. The one with the strange lean?"

"No." Matteo said immediately. "Too exposed. No cover." Spettro would never have them meet somewhere that open.

Leonello perked up. "What about the one near the church? The one the birds never land in?"

A pause.

Everyone stared at him.

"…Okay..." Carlo said slowly. "That makes more sense."

Tommaso hummed and jotted down more notes.

"sus" = suspicious, possibly cursed "tree" = …tree. obviously. "keep it 100" = ?????

He pointed to the last term. "Still need to figure this one out. It's new."

"Honesty?" Leonello guessed. "Like, keep it honest? Or true?"

"Or maybe literal." Matteo hummed, brows furrowed. "Bring 100 florins?"

Tommaso scribbled both.

Carlo shrugged. "Could be a rating."

Leonello perked up again. "Oh—like as in perfect score?"

Tommaso wrote that down too, underlined it. "We'll ask him if we survive."

Carlo leaned back, arms crossed. "Spettro's not gonna explain it. He'll just say something cryptic and then disappear on the roof again."

Leon grumbled, still bothered by their mentor's criticism. "I have rizz."

"Cap." The others said in unison, not even looking up.

Tommaso gave Leon's shoulder a firm pat when their youngest groaned, mouth twisting with nostalgia. "Hey, every novice starts out with no rizz. Look on the bright side. Spettro believes in you. If he didn't, you wouldn't be in the squad."

Leonello made a wounded noise.

Carlo smirked. "Come on. Ready up for tomorrow. Maybe if you survive the sus tree op without fumbling, your rizz will go up naturally."

Matteo nodded sagely. "Yes. Keep it 100, Leon."

Leonello groaned louder.

Tommaso grinned.

They fell into silence after that, the kind of silence that wasn't uncomfortable—just thoughtful. Focused for the job ahead.

Tommaso reached for a quill and started on a response. Carlo sharpened his throwing knives. Matteo inspected the gear pouch for quality. Leonello began to practice the same breathing routine Spettro had taught them during rooftop conditioning.

Outside, the wind stirred the shutters.

Inside, the Ghost's squad quietly prepared to slay.

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Days later and somewhere across Tuscany, Desmond Miles—dressed in Altair's armor (a little too loose at the shoulders but otherwise fitting like a glove)—was enjoying the rest of his day in silence. 

He was slumped against a tree on the grass, his burnt husk of a right arm resting limp across his lap, while the other lazily fed figs to his horse. Clay, massive and smug and deeply unstable, snapped them from his palm with the same enthusiasm he used to chase noblemen's mares through city squares. His tail twitched. His eyes glinted with violence.

Desmond didn't notice. (Or maybe he did and chose love anyway.)

"Good boy." He murmured, voice hoarse with exhaustion.

The last few days had been long—visiting Florence, the assassin tomb raiding, the saddle shopping, the people. He hadn't been prepared for this century despite the memories. His feet hurt. His ribs ached. He was still getting used to how committed his brain was to this death dream—like, it even remembered horse sweat and bad cobblestones. But… it was peaceful. (Mostly. At least until someone recognized the horse.)

Desmond let out a breath and closed his eyes for a second, ignoring the little voice in his head that was going, Are you sure this isn't real?

Which—no. Obviously not. That would be ridiculous.

It was just a death dream—his mind was just replaying fond memories before he kicked the bucket because the brain was weird like that. He told himself to just enjoy it while it lasted and see it for what it wanted to be. 

Just a sky he could look up into and believe in. Just air in his lungs that didn't burn. Just a little quiet, a little sun, a little rest.

A little mercy before whatever came next.

Desmond blinked when something landed on his boot, slow and bemused. He glanced down and there, a pigeon perched on him like a king. It was hideous—scraggly, grey-brown, with one good eye with a scar down it that made it look vaguely threatening in that silent way. 

And there was only one stray he'd picked up that looked that way. 

"Oh hey, Shay." Desmond mumbled, nudging his leg out so the bird could hop closer.

Shay fluffed up like a wet dog and let out a wheeze that might have been a coo—or a death rattle.

Either way, Clay immediately lunged for it.

"No!" Desmond caught the bridle with his good arm just in time. "Not him. That's our mailman, remember?"

Clay snorted and jerked his head with all the attitude of a diva denied a snack.

Desmond shook his own head and reached into the pouch on his hip—new leather, nice stitch work, something he'd bought just yesterday in Florence after a round of absolutely essential shopping. A saddle for Clay. A satchel. Some dried fruit. A sword that he probably could have gotten cheaper elsewhere, but had felt right anyway.

And today?

Today he was outside. Breathing clean air. Sitting on grass. Sending notes to his own little baby assassins.

It was a good day.

Probably the best one he'd had in years.

Desmond smiled, soft and tired, as he pulled out a blank scroll and a quill. It was hard writing with his lap as a table with his non-dominant hand despite being ambidextrous, but he made it work—and his recruits were already used to his shorthand writing style anyways. 

yo squad. u did gud. next linkup = near Forli. clay's buggin. keep ur heads low. Prophet's on that solo grind, help him if u see him. fr fr. 

He beckoned with his shoulder and all that Pavlovian training paid off when Shay flapped over to perch on his right shoulder. Gingerly, he tied the scroll to Shay's gnarled little leg with one hand, using his teeth to pull the other end of the string tight. 

"There ya go." Desmond hummed. "Come back safe. Got some non-GMO bird seed with your name on it." 

The pigeon perked up and with a wheezed battle cry, launched itself sideways into the sky.

Desmond tracked him with his eyes, a faint grin tugging at his lips.

His bones ached, his right arm where he had touched the Eye was still useless and felt like shit even on good days, but despite all that, he felt…okay. Sore and worn but okay. 

It was strange.

He hadn't felt this okay in a long time.

The breeze brushed past him, warm and golden and light. His satchel was full of things that belonged to him and florins to last him the next couple weeks. Clay had a saddle and a brush. Desmond had fruit in hand and the sun on his armor.

It felt like living. Like he was finally being allowed to live again, even if just for a little while. Even if none of it was real.

"Not bad, huh?" He murmured to the horse, popping the last bite of a fig into his mouth.

Clay huffed.

Then, with perfect, casual malice, he kicked a nearby bush and nearly bucked Desmond's satchel into the tree had he not caught it in time. 

"Dude."

Clay tossed his head, proud.

Desmond snorted and shoved at his neck. "You're literally insane."

Clay whinnied and blew air through his nostrils hard enough to flap Desmond's hood.

Desmond rolled his eyes but didn't stop smiling. He offered him a piece of dried pear from his pocket—one of several treats he'd bought in San Gimignano—and clicked his tongue as Clay devoured the treat smugly. 

"I am absolutely spoiling you." He sighed, but there was fondness in his voice. 

Clay tilted his head as if to say, I deserve this! 

Desmond huffed. "Right, but you didn't organize a field op just to build team synergy and steal an assassination job off Ezio's birdfeed, so maybe try being a little more humble, yeah?"

Because honestly, that was exactly what the Sus Tree Operation had been.

He hadn't meant to—not really.

He'd just been checking the Medici coop—half-curious, half-bored—when one of Ezio's contracts had slipped loose. Something about assassinating five Borgia henchmen with stealth kills only. High value, decent payout.

Desmond had read it twice. Then a third time.

And then… he'd taken it.

'Ezio's in Venezia, anyways.' Desmond had thought with a nod to himself. His ancestor had enough on his plate. He probably wouldn't even notice a single assassination contract missing. Besides, Desmond's recruits needed practice and the florins. He was hoping to fully kit out the recruits and if there were any extras, maybe even have a rainy day fund for when Ezio inevitably found himself penniless in Rome. 

"Teamwork makes the dream work." Desmond muttered under his breath, vaguely ashamed of using his novices for labor and stealing Ezio's contract, but not at all sorry. "I'm just being proactive. It's like Brotherhood internship hours."

Clay flicked his tail like he agreed. (Or like he didn't care, so long as he got more snacks.)

Desmond leaned back against the tree, his good arm folding around his middle. The leaves above rustled gently in the breeze. The air smelled clean and the last of spring's rain.

In a weird way, Desmond was happy. Tired, still convinced this was his death dream, but glad for the chance to do something again. Something that felt like it mattered.

He closed his eyes, letting the sun warm his face.

They'd leave soon. He wanted to get to Forli by the end of this week. Maybe scout out a potential meeting point. Maybe leave a carved message in the wood near the stables for any of his recruits who might pass through. Maybe even leave Ezio a gift, for when he passed that way.

He had no grand plans. No endpoint. Just movement.

But this—this strange wandering life, with missions and maps and pigeons and apricot pits in his pockets—

It was his.

And he liked it.

He didn't even notice when Shay looped back overhead, squawking like his tail feathers had caught on fire or when the villagers outside Florence started whispering again.

"The demon was spotted near the tree line!" "No, an angel! I swear I saw him dive off the bell tower and fly!" "He was talking to the devil horse again!"

Desmond exhaled and stretched, back popping, joints aching. Then, remembering his earlier promise, he patted his hip and whistled—low, sharp, two quick notes, face turned towards the sky. "C'mon, Shay! Told you I'd pay up."

He held open his left pocket, which he'd stuffed earlier with a modest mix of dried corn, pumpkin seeds, and something labeled 'high vitality blend' that a merchant had sworn birds loved. Desmond had no idea what was actually in it, but if something happened to Shay, he knew where the merchant lived.

For a second, there was silence.

Then—with a wheeze and an unhinged war cry—Shay dive bombed like a sack of bricks straight into the open pocket.

Desmond jolted with a laugh, half taken aback by the force. "Oh god—okay, okay! Rabid bird secured!"

Shay gave a triumphant cough-coo and vanished into the pouch, tail feathers sticking out wildly like a very ugly brooch.

Still smiling, Desmond reached up and scratched behind Clay's ears. "Alright, break's over. Let's go see what's up in Forli. Wonder if Caterina's killed her husband yet."

Clay flattened his ears like finally, and then—before Desmond could gather the reins—the horse bolted.

They launched down the hill in a blur of hooves and grass and startled birds, Desmond's satchel flapping, pocket bird rattling. Desmond let out a yelp and instinctively threw his arms around Clay's neck, clinging on like a very frazzled backpack.

"You asshole!" Desmond wheezed, half-laughing, half-panicked. "I didn't say now!" 

Clay snorted as if to say, you didn't have to, and picked up speed.

The wind rushed in Desmond's ears. His hood flew back. The world blurred past in streaks of green and gold, and somehow, clinging tight to a smug, overgrown hellhorse with a feral pigeon in his pocket and more about-to-be-stolen assassination contracts waiting in Forli, Desmond felt it—

Joy.

He laughed, breathless and bright, and let the dream carry him.

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I started this specific post as a joke. Now there's a codex, lore, and I'm actually starting to care too much.

Anyways, stomach bug's(???) gone so back to my wip lmao

Thank you for indulging in my hijinks. Let us pray it does not happen again.

[artmustdraw]

Uhhhhhhhhh 😳 anyway the tags will be all

Oh except I have coms open I think it’s the pinned post bye!!

[darabeatha]

My muses at u guy's muses b like: (two: vertigo)

[silentium-symphony]

care to tell us more about pigeons >:) ?

omfg i thought you'd never ask >:)

for thousands and thousands of years, pigeons have been at humanity's side as messengers, beloved pets, and holy symbols. going back to the messenger thing, pigeons had been used extensively during the World Wars to communicate between different battle fronts. i highly recommend reading up on the story of Cher Ami, the most decorated homing pigeon in U.S. history who saved a battalion of almost 200 men during WWI.

BUT ANYWAYS, for the longest time pigeons were beloved companions to people in one way or another. but technological advancements and societal/cultural shifts meant shunting away the old, leading to the release/escape of so many pigeons. many had their lofts torn down, leaving them to fend for themselves when they had relied on humans for so long.

ofc, nature always finds a way and they were able to survive without humans directly helping them, but bc of their history, close proximity to civilization was inevitable. pigeons became 'nuisances' for just trying to survive in major metropolitan areas.

we literally BRED THEM TO BE COMFORTABLE WITH HUMANS. and now we despise them, abandoned them in every sense of the word--cast them off as nothing but dirty pests that should be culled.

disease transmission is def a concern, but it's quite rare for individuals to contract them--the only people who are at risk are those who have a compromised immune system.

and yes they do poop everywhere, i can see how that would be annoying, but they're birds. birds. you can't get mad at them for carrying out natural biological processes.

SO IN CONCLUSION, these once beloved birds who have played significant roles in the cultures of long-forgotten empires and thriving modern civilizations, these intelligent birds who have served as humanity's communication system since FOREVER, these gorgeous birds bred for their beauty and grace and represent a universal symbol of peace, are considered ugly vermin--rats with wings--bc they dare live within our human spaces even though we've purposely bred them to. after we have grown tired of them. after we had no more use for them.

these once celebrated, cherished birds forced to make nests out of screws and nails.

[mirkwoodsprinceofdoingtoomuch]

Two part 1

“As your mother, I can appreciate that maybe this isn’t your fault, but as the president, all I want is to have the CIA fake your death and ride the dead-kid sympathy into a second term.”

So, you can hate the heir to the throne all you want, write mean poems about him in your diary, but the minute you see a camera, you act like the sun shines out of his dick, and you make it convincing.”

“Idea,” Nora says. “Let’s make it a drinking game.”

“Ooh, yes,” June agrees “Drink every time Alex gets one right?”

“Drink every time the answer makes you want to puke?” Alex suggests.

“One drink for a correct answer, two drinks for a Prince Henry fact that is legitimately, objectively awful,” Nora says.

Alex picks up his own glass, already pulling up a mental image of Henry’s parents, Catherine’s shrewd blue eyes and Arthur’s movie-star jaw.

“Mother: Princess Catherine, oldest daughter of Queen Mary, first princess to obtain a doctorate—English literature,” he rattles off. “Father: Arthur Fox, beloved English film and stage actor best known for his turn as James Bond in the eighties, deceased 2015. Y’all drink.”

“Okay,” June says, scanning the list, apparently looking for something more challenging. “Let’s see. Dog’s name?”

“David,” Alex says. “He’s a beagle. I remember because, like, who does that? Who names a dog David? He sounds like a tax attorney. Like a dog tax attorney. Drink.”

“Hey, what do you think Zahra put on my fact sheet?”

“Hmm,” Nora says, sucking her teeth. “Favorite summer Olympic sport: rhythmic gymnastics—”

“I’m not ashamed of that.”

“Favorite brand of khakis: Gap.”

“Listen, they look best on my ass. The J. Crew ones wrinkle all weird. And they’re not khakis, they’re chinos. Khakis are for white people.”

“Allergies: dust, Tide laundry detergent, and shutting the fuck up.”

“Age of first filibuster: nine, at SeaWorld San Antonio, trying to force an orca wrangler into early retirement for, quote, ‘inhumane whale practices.’”

“I stood by it then, and I stand by it now.”

[bring-forth-his-sac]

omg tysm for writing my request!!! it’s so well written & I love it sm 🥹 you’re so talented!! <3

thank you!!!!!! I wasn’t sure if it was what you wanted or not but I’m so so happy you like it!!

Thank you again for giving me my first ever request!!!!

[incorrectthots]

I'm honestly starting to think the leafs cup drought is scripted how things are going. "And remember kids, the next time someone tells you 'the leafs organization wouldn't do that', oh yes they would"

[harmonysanreads]

Something tells me mydei's written by a woman, HE'S THE DREAM GUY FRFR😭🙏

Now that you mention it, that makes a lot of sense. So, Mydei —

Knows how to cook (most important)

Is good with kids (very important)

Adds milk to his pomegranate juice to make it pink (shows he doesn't care about nonsense like ‘girly colors’)

Is a History nerd (probably because he lived through a lot of it... I joke)

Doesn't like alcohol and almost never drinks (we love a sober man)

Is very handsome, hot and attractive and hot. Did I mention hot —

Can tear things to shreds with his bare hands (no one will dare mess with you if they know you're affiliated with him)

Not good at Math (but that's where we bring up the calculator)

Is the Crown Prince.

A cat person (?)

Is very patient (go tug at his hair and poke at his cheeks... if you dare :3)

Is not constrained by tradition and is willing to embrace new views. Very open-minded, even if it doesn't seem like it.

You'll just have to figure out a way around the immortality bit, don't lose this guy. But even if you're forced to, he'll wait for you. Because did I mention he's a patient man?

[eunandonly]

theorising : us in parallel worlds

୨୧ ; you and jake sim are in completely different orbits! how did you defy the laws of physics and end up with him?

pairing! physicalsciencesmajor!jake x historymajor!reader | wc. 0.8k | warnings: possibly incorrect science and uni terms, attempted humour, probably cringe EN-

🖇️ : jake version is out now!! this was so cute to write and the reader is so me i can’t do maths and physics either ㅠㅠ need jake to tutor me frfr

so you see

you’ve never been maths and science smart

you’ve always been better at the humanities subjects and the languages, even from middle school

you are the history, geography and literature ACE.

well, jake’s the opposite

he devours maths equations and quantum physics papers for breakfast and proceeds to choke over basic history — more under cut!!

“when did the first world war end?”

“uh, i dunno. BUT did you know something can be a wave and a particle at once?”

jake was the kid that memorised the digits of pi FOR FUN.

he’s the guy who understood organic chemistry and quantum physics when he was nine

like you didn’t even have a consciousness when you were nine how tf was jake understanding quantum physics

of course jake’s a physical science and engineering major

you meet him at uni in your history department because he was waiting for his friend to come out of lecture

and DAMN he’s a lil cutie

you just watched him leaning on the hallway wall whilst you were sitting on that one random really comfortable sofa in the corner

you were NOT expecting him to suddenly stroll over to you

like why is that guy walking over to the sofa WHY IS HE LOOKING AT YOU

he's just here to ask you where the hell the lecture hall for the class that teaches history about people who died a lightyear before is

and you’re just like “oh, you mean ancient history? it’s right over there, room 204.”

he shoots you the most beautiful smile you've ever seen and says "thanks" before leaving

you're just kind of sitting there staring at his retreating figure

WHY IS HE SO SO CUTE????

it might not show but jake's also silently thinking about that

how did he not notice someone like you sooner?

like you're perfect it doesn't matter that the campus is huge and you two are different majors HOW HAS HE NEVER NOTICED YOU

you never even got to know that guy's name and you're scared that you won't ever see him again

you're just mentally kicking yourself for not asking for his name (and number)

you only manage to find him through intensive, if not obsessive internet research with your best friend

you learn that this cute guy's name is jake sim and that he's double majoring in physical sciences and engineering bc he's a lil crazy

how is his skin glowing with that kind of schedule

you always look for him in the university hallways YOU EVEN GO TO THE SCIENCES DEPARTMENT

but you never find him (it's because jake's poking his nose into every history lecture hall instead of being in his department trying to get a glimpse of you)

like he even goes to the philosophy lecture halls bc you sometimes go to them for fun

it’s giving zeno’s paradox omfg ITS GIVING PAULI EXCLUSION PRINCIPLE (except yall aren’t an electron)

but in one of your university's annual festivals you get to see him again!!

you were just in line to buy some lemonade with your friend when he lines up behind you

he recognises you straight away and gives you that smile that's been embedded in your memory for the past month and says a little hello

your friend just leaves because she's been getting daily updates about this guy named jake sim with pictures included

you're just left alone with him and you're so busy staring at him that you don't hear the lemonade stand cashier ask what you want to order

jake buys you a cup of lemonade SUCH A GENTLEMAN

you two have so much fun together at the festival

jake evens wins you a plushie with the darts at one of the stalls

"how're you so good at that? those games are designed to make you lose."

"you just need to understand the science behind it."

turns out jake is really easygoing which you didn't think was possible from an engineering major

you two make plans to meet up together and study at the science department library

tell me why the science library is so much better than the one you go to.

the sofas are so much more nap friendly and it just looks prettier yk

jake helps you with your maths and science studies

you thought you would be free of maths and science once you graduate from high school but turns out basic classes are in the core curriculum

it was a very big disappointment when you found out WDYM YOU STILL HAVE TO DO CALCULUS

you barely managed to do long divisions in primary, you can't do this shit anymore

it's okay, not only is jake really really smart, he's also really really patient

in return, you help jake boost his shitty core humanities grade

he's been barely scraping by

"y/n, i swear, i can memorise dates and all that stuff but i can't with the essays."

jake confesses to you during one of your little study sessions

he sends you a cute heart on the desmos graphing calculator (such a nerd omg)

you two are THE power couple

you get As in your maths and science now and the professor doesn't give you dirty looks anymore

jake managed to boost his grade as well DREAM COUPLE FRFR

✉️: @icyy-hoon

[desigal-26]

f1 drivers react to lucknowi style biryani made by desi!reader bc foreigns needs to get out of butter chicken frfr

<3 🦚

Idk if you saw it or not but Christian Horner parted ways with RB???? Like this was supposed to be the summer break, right? Why did they give us (me) such a heart attack? I had literally opened Instagram after banging my head against the wall after completing two chapters of History for my unit test and BOOM. Honestly? I want Max to leave RB before they take him down with them 😭

So anyway, I decided to do Headcanons because I am feeling verrryyyy lazy, and I don’t want to forget any more than I have already forget (I only remember the names of the chapters💀)

Lucknowi Magic

F1 Drivers x Desi!Reader

Includes: Carlos Sainz • Oscar Piastri • Charles Leclerc • Lando Norris • Lewis Hamilton • Max Verstappen

55. Carlos Sainz

Would find her eating it one day, and decides to hop in.

Would be very focused and most probably smell it deeply before being caught off-guard by the aromatic scent of it.

“Mi amor, this smells so rich,” he murmured, focused on the small heap of rice and a single piece of chicken on his place. He took another whiff—greedier this time and almost moaned at it, eliciting a hearty laugh from her.

Would have a spoon, and act like a master chef judge—chewing it and processing all the flavours that explode in his mouth.

Definitely appreciate the finesse and the hard work it takes to cook it.

“This is a dish with a history,” he proclaimed after stealing a spoonful from her plate, making her crinkle her eyebrows mockingly. “Definitely took a long time to prepare, right querida?”

Will cook it next time after following a recipe on YouTube or ask for her help and would replicate for a special dinner—maybe a family dinner on a birthday or something similar.

81. Oscar Piastri

Would try it when she drags him to an Indian restaurant on a random weekend.

Would be very deadpan while taking a bite and would be very deadpan afterwards.

“So?” She raised an eyebrow, eating a spoon of biryani herself as she watched him for any micro indications of his reaction. “That’s a lot of flavours for one dish,” he replied, making her let out an annoyed huff.

But he is quietly obsessed with it, and secretly googles restaurants in Melbourne that serve Biryani.

Will have as many servings of it as she offers.

“Do you want some more?” She asked, her hands busy holding the serving bowl and the serving spoon. Oscar shrugged, “sure.” And that, was his third serving of Lucknowi Biryani.

Will definitely surprise her later on by ordering it or taking her to a place that serves it.

16. Charles Leclerc

Will be confused. Poke around the rice and the chicken pieces before looking up with a quizzical face and finally ask

“So wait…it’s rice…but also meat and spices?”

Will take a bite and then pause—like one of those cinematic moment when the protagonist has a big realisation, like that.

And then, he would take another bite.

“Mamma mia, fleur, this is next level.”

Would try to pronounce ‘Lucknowi Biryani’ and fail adorably.

Would take a photo and post it on Instagram with a very dramatic caption—and probably start a trend where influencers try to eat it

04. Lando Norris

She will probably inform him in advance that she is making Biryani

He would Google it, and probably read somewhere that it’s spicy—because he doesn’t understand the difference between Hyderabadi and Lucknowi.

“Is this gonna burn my tongue off?” He asked nervously, looking down at his plate. She shook her head, and nudged the bowl of curd in his direction.

He would have a bite, and would need the yogurt immediately.

But nonetheless, he would love it.

“This slaps. Why don’t we have this in the McLaren hospitality?” He said in between greedy bites of biryani mixed with yogurt. She snorted, replying, “because they don’t want their driver plump before the race.”

Would get a food coma halfway through eating and would lie down on the floor dramatically, making her chuckle.

“You should make this often,” he commented, letting out a blissful sigh after they were done with the meal. “Only if you pay me for the hard work,” she joked, making him grin and stand up.

“Do you accept kisses?”

44. Lewis Hamilton

Would find her eating the leftovers of the Biryani for her lunch—with hands—and be both curious and skeptical

She would offer to feed him some

“Is this vegan?”

She would sigh, because it’s not—even if it’s just paneer.

Next he knows, she is making a vegan version of it using chickpeas (thank google there is a recipe for that)

He would still be a bit skeptical, but would let her feed him a bit—with hands

His eyes widened, and after swallowing the chewed rice, he commented almost reverently. “This feels like something royalty would feel. Like, I feel regal right now.”

Would want her to cook it again, and will help her when she does

01. Max Verstappen

Won’t think it’s a big deal at first

“Rice is rice,” he shrugged.

Would show some interest when she placed the plate in front of him

Would study it like it’s his lap telemetry

First bite? No reaction.

After his third bite, he looked up to meet her expectant look. “It’s like…spicy but not spicy-spicy. Just warm spicy.” She raised an eyebrow, grinned, “do you like it?” He smiled his rare soft smile—the boyish one that made him look younger. “I do, liefde.”

He would probably eat too much too quickly and regrets it when the richness hits.

Maybe he might not like the peels of elaichi but he would love it nonetheless

[il-miele-che-scrive]

Please have your asks open okay so hear me out

Charles Leclerc x Greek ! F1 driver ! Reader

You can choose the brand anything Ferrari because I want it to be like a little rivalry to lovers . Social media au or not . Reader being in f1 more time than Charles or Charles with rookie reader .

Thank you in advance

Hello!! I decided to go with rookie reader, hoping you'll like it❤️🙏

scuderiaferrari We are thrilled to announce a historic moment in Formula 1 as we welcome Y/n Y/l/n to our racing family! 🚀 Introducing Y/n Y/l/n, the first woman to compete in F1 since the iconic Lella Lombardi in 1976, and proudly representing Greece! 🇬🇷 Teaming up with our Charles Leclerc, Y/n brings a fresh wave of skill, determination and passion to the track. Together they'll conquer the 2024 season with the iconic Prancing Horse🐎

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yourusername I feel extremely honored to become a part of this family❤️

username1 Miss girl has no idea what she signed up for 💀 wishing her all the best tho

username2 A GIRL, GUYS WE FINALLY GOT A GIRL IN F1

username3 I have a bad feeling about this...

↳username1 wtf? care to explain?

username3 By the summer break she'll have hooked up with half the grid

username1 bye I'm not even participating in this conversation, misogynistic brain rot

carlossainz55 Goodluck @/yourusername 💪

↳yourusername Thank you Carlos 🙏

↳username4 Help why does his comment seem kinda salty

username2 wdym salty lol he literally wished her goodluck

username5 I get him tho, a girl stole his seat

username2 what "stealing" are you talking about? his contract expired, they didn't prolong it and went with some fresh blood that happened to be a woman, not to mention you have to be like the best of the best to get into F1, there was def no stealing done

charles_leclerc Exciting times ahead, let's see if you can keep up

↳yourusername Buckle up 🤠

↳username2 now THAT'S what I'd call a salty comment

username5 Charles forgot they're on the same team lol

achi_of_greece Hellenic Hurricane 🌪

↳yourusername I'll never escape from this nickname will I? 🫶

↳username1 NOT Y/N HAVING LITERAL ROYALTY UNDER A POST ABOUT HER

↳username3 Let's see if the hellenic hurricane can keep up with Lighting McQueen

username4 keep up? 🤡 miss girl will beat his ass up

username5 once again, i kindly remind, they are a TEAM!

lewishamilton History in the making

↳yourusername Omg sir Lewis Hamilton I'm gonna cry 🥹

username1 Y/n being a fangirl just like us

username4 she's so real for this frfr

oscarpiastri Finally🥴it was a bit lonely

↳yourusername Hi f2 bestie 🫶

logansargeant What about me

yourusername you know Oscar and I love you!!

f1 A historic day at the Imola Circuit as Y/n Y/l/n, the Hellenic Hurricane, wins the Emilia Romagna Grand Prix! Congratulations to Y/n and the entire Ferrari team for this outstanding performance.

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yourusername A dream come true honestly 😭🙏

↳carlossainz55 Great job👏

↳lewishamilton So proud

↳username4 Someone explain why the 7 (8)times WC and Charles' ex teammate are more supportive than Charles himself

username2 I think it might be an ego thing? He could be jealous? Personally I think it's Ferrari's fault, they kinda messed up the friendship between CL and CS too at the end

username5 yeah Y/n is definitely the 'favorite child' to Ferrari because she's new and they want to focus more on her or smth

maxverstappen1 Well deserved

↳yourusername THANK YOU MAX

↳username6 Why is Max here and Charles is not😭

username1 A GIRL. IN FERRARI. WINNING IN ITALY. I WASN'T READY FOR THIS

username2 The haters are pretty quiet rn

username4 No cuz I was gonna ask if she found a therapist yet... But she might not need it

username6 Excuse me it's been a few weeks and we get a Y/n win already?? I love it here

landonorris Max Verstappen is screaming crying throwing up

↳maxverstappen1 I'm literally not

landonorris You must admit it was refreshing not having to listen to the Dutch anthem again

oscarpiastri Best rookie fr

↳yourusername I learn from the best (even though you didn't have a win in your rookie year)

oscarpiastri Wdym i didn't, i won sprint in Qatar. Not to mention rookie of the year

yourusername Yeah yeah, stop flexing pookie

logansargeant Go bestie

↳yourusername Can't fvck with these hoes cuz they messy 💅

username7 live laugh love Y/n

username1 the Verstappen curse has ended🙏

↳username3 you know it's probs her first and last victory in F1 right?

username1 I just wonder why is Charles so quiet

charles_leclerc Congrats 👍

↳username7 not Charles commenting after people started to wonder why he didn't say anything 😭

↳yourusername How did you enjoy looking at the back of my car? Oh wait, you couldn't even see it from P8

username1 maybe it was better when Charles didn't comment 💀

username3 if that was how my teammate talks to me I'd be pissed too

username1 if this is angrily my name is Ayrton Senna

username2 pls if he was angry, it was only cuz he's in love with her but can't do anything about it

↳username3 he can, they're both single, if he wanted he would've, but he knows they have to keep it professional

username2 that's why I said he can't do anything, literally. i predict a relationship the moment one of them leaves ferrari (or f1 in general)

username4 dude is so in love it's embarrassing

username5 I just know he's thinking about unholy things

↳username7 angry sex lmao imagine

username6 oh to have someone who'll look at me the same way Charles looks at Y/n

username7 okay so my theory is they're attracted to each other okay? but neither of them can talk about emotions, but they tried to have a talk about it, which turned into an argument cuz both are short tempered pookies

↳username3 this is so delusional 🤡 why would they talk about it in that exact moment?

username7 let a girl fantasize

↳username5 quietly manifesting this to be true

↳username2 I'll never believe in true love if this doesn't turn out to be real

username8 No cuz hear me out guys. The LONGING gaze in the second picture? There is chemistry between them whether they admit it or not

↳username6 I totally see it, that is the stare of a man in love with the woman he's just argued with. Look at him. He doesn't look angry. He looks upset. Why? Because they had this argument and didn't make up. Now he's worried they'll get in the cars and something bad will happen either to him or Y/n and... You can imagine how the rest goes

username3 And i thought the previous person was delulu wtf

username9 I can die happily the day I see CharlesY/n happen

↳username7 be careful what you wish for, I feel like it can happen sooner than we'd expect

username10 I need to know HOW didn't Y/n fold after being looked at like this

username11 My friend went to Monaco for the GP and she has a paddock pass, she told me she overheard Y/n talk to some girl from her team that she liked Charles AND they even had "THE talk"™ (which could mean they did "IT"?), but Y/n can't imagine a relationship with him

↳username3 out of all the things that didn't happen, this didn't happen the most

↳username1 I can see that, they're very similar - competitive, short tempered - each of them is like a ticking bomb alone, so in a romantic relationship they would be truly a nuclear weapon (which doesn't mean I don't want it to happen)

yourusername A great day for some karting 🥴 summer break!

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username1 did I gaslight myself that hard or she's really in the number 16?

↳username5 nah, I see that too

↳username2 girlie giving us hints, is it soft launching yet?

username2 16 I'M SCREAMING

username4 enemies to lovers?

↳username3 when were they enemies?

username4 well they never seemed very fond of each other

username3 then just say rivals 💀

charles_leclerc You forgot to mention I won this time

↳yourusername first and last time you got a higher place than me

username4 I can see them having "the winner gets to be on top" kinda bets

↳landonorris 👀

username1 LANDO KNOWS SOMETHING

username11 i told yall, there's too much tension between Y/n and Charles to not be AT LEAST fuck buddies

oscarpiastri What's the longest you can go without being on track?

↳yourusername Mate as I'm writing this I'm waiting for a plane home, won't sit behind the wheel for like a week or more 😭

↳username2 Y/n is dedicated to her job

yourusername είσαι η αγάπη μου❤️🤍

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username1 the red and white hearts?? just saying but they're colors of the Monaco flag

↳username2 and the guy lowkey looks like Charles🤔

username3 looks like Charles? The best you can see is the back of his head

username2 and it looks exactly like Charles' 😌

francisca.cgomes Where credits for the last pic?

↳username4 KIKA WHAT ARE U DOING HERE

↳yourusername Pierre said not to tag either of you 😭 safety reasons or something 🙄

username4 AND PIERRE IS THERE?

username3 Okay, she's in a relationship, y'all can stop shipping Charles with her

↳username5 wdym 💀 this is literally Charles

username3 And y'all say that based on the back of his head, delusional

oscarpiastri @/landonorris and I want an invitation next time

↳yourusername Sorry pookie, it's not for kids

landonorris I'm not a kid

yourusername Then don't act like one

username5 lmao Ferrari had no idea they're getting a sassy queen

username6 Y/n is in love 🥹

↳username2 She's winning, she's in love, what else could a girl want?

username7 Not the soft launch as if we didn't know it's literally her teammate

username1 WHAT.

username2 I TOLD YOU. I TOLD YOU.

username3 You know it's totally normal for friends to hang out? I'd take it as they finally made up

↳username2 UP OR OUT

↳username4 they totally look like just friends, sure😐

username5 IN HER HOMETOWN 😭 HE MET HER FAMILY

↳username7 I'm super curious how it went. "Mom, dad, this is Charles my teammate, I hate his guts. Oh, and we're also lovers"

username6 So where is the person who said they can die happily when CharlesY/n turns out to be real?

↳username2 dead probs lmao

username7 The power couple we needed 😭

username8 imagine their PR team lurking onto gossip pages seeing this

↳username1 I know FOR A FACT that the pr people do look at the gossip accounts

username9 Y'all remember how once someone said Y/n will hook up with half the grid? Staring with the teammate is easy, let's see who'll be next

↳username3 Yeah, I'm so surprised it didn't happen earlier

↳username2 stay mad lol Y/n is living her best life with the man she loves

username5 THIS and it doesn't matter that they met through being on the same team

username6 They knew each other before tho! Y/n used to be friends with Arthur, so she def met Charles in the past

username3 Oh so she tried to get with Arthur but because it didn't work out she went for Charles?

username6 That's literally not what I said. She was friends with Arthur. FRIENDS

username3 You know there's no such thing as friendship between a man and a woman?

username6 look at who is delulu now 🤡 I'm not having this conversation

charles_leclerc Partners on and off the track

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username1 Man literally said fuck a soft launch 😭

↳username2 as he should! we've been dying for them to announce it

yourusername Je t'aime 🩷

↳charles_leclerc Je t'aime avec tes défauts et tes qualités

yourusername EXCUSE ME

yourusername DO YOU THINK I CANT USE TRANSLATOR?

yourusername WHAT "DÉFAUTS" YOU MEAN? I HAVE NO DÉFAUTS

charles_leclerc That's adorable ❤️

pierregasly Remind me, who took the first photo? 🤔

↳yourusername Kika did 🫶 @/francisca.cgomes

francisca.cgomes First and foremost I am the biggest CharlesY/n fan

pierregasly But you took the pic with my phone, I am the author just as much 🙄

francisca.cgomes No❤️

landonorris OH

landonorris I thought you won't have the balls to hard launch

↳yourusername The balls are there indeed

yourusername And more

landonorris EWWWW TMI

yourusername 😐

landonorris exactly my face rn

oscarpiastri So that's why Lando and I weren't invited

↳yourusername It's a couples trip 🤷‍♀️ there wasn't space for the Aussie and his emotional support extrovert

oscarpiastri fuck Lando, what about the Aussie and his GIRLFRIEND?

oscarpiastri Because I do have a girlfriend, you know?

landonorris HEY that's mean

logansargeant I can't say I didn't see it coming

↳username1 We all did, Logan

↳yourusername You were literally the first person I told about my crush on Charles...

logansargeant But who said I believed it would work out?

oscarpiastri HE was the first to know?

yourusername And you were the first to know about the night Charles spent in my hotel room in Monaco

charles_leclerc You talk to them about these things, chérie?

yourusername Don't act like you didn't run to Lando to tell him all about it on the next day

username4 So the theories were real after all, the spicy night in Y/n's hotel room was the cause of their argument

↳username3 She didn't say that...

username4 But it's obvious. Look - the night happened, they felt weird about it and boom there goes the argument. It makes a lot of sense

username5 However it happened, I'm glad it happened

username6 What happens now? Are they even allowed to be a couple?

↳username7 wdym allowed lol it's better than if they were from different teams, they'd have to sign NDA or something

username6 Isn't the team worried they'll distract each other or something?

username7 At least they'll be traumatized together

scuderiaferrari 🇬🇷❤️🇲🇨

↳username6 The team is indeed not worried

yourusername The benefits of having birthday during the summer break

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username1 I love the Y/n and Charles/Kika and Pierre friend group

↳username2 they're everything I want fr

username4 okay but I NEED to know whose idea the cake was

↳username2 I would expect it from Logan and Oscar, honestly, but they weren't in Greece with them

↳yourusername ofc it was Kika's idea!!

francisca.cgomes and I'm proud of it

logansargeant It hurts to know you're making new friends 🙄

↳yourusername I figured I needed some girl friend after spending so much time with you and Oscar 🙄

logansargeant Do you even remember about us anymore?

oscarpiastri I bet 10 of your american dollars that she doesn't

yourusername how could I forget? You two still haunt me in my nightmares 🫶

username1 lmao Charles wakes up screaming box box and Y/n wakes up screaming what's a kilometer and shoe thongs 😭

yourusername that's an accurate description

charles_leclerc I swear I once heard you talk in your sleep something about running a mile in shoe thongs

yourusername And I don't even know how long a mile is, so you can only imagine how terrifying that was

lewishamilton Happy birthday to my favorite rookie

↳yourusername Every time you appear in my comment section I cry a little

lewishamilton The good tears I hope?

yourusername happiness tears of course😭

username5 Do y'all think Charles is jealous seeing his gf interact with THE Lewis Hamilton?

↳username2 No? Why? Lewis is Y/n's idol so obviously she's gonna fangirl a lil

username6 Y/n being a WAG and a driver at the same time, iconic

username7 My fav wag duo for real

[smokeypeaches-and-honeyplums]

Platonic g/n kid reader and Nezha hanging out on his free time hcs?

AWWWW THIS IS SO ENDEARING

I feel like NeZha definitely deserves something fluffy after the shit that was s5 (Erlang an Op frfr I need him GONE)

doing bulletpoint by default

Reader is Gender Neutral

You were a peculiar case

NeZha wasn't the type to find interest in just anyone, regardless of who they were

His loyalty was to the Celestial Realm and order above all else

But there was something about you that just kinda... drew you to him

Maybe it was how much you reminded him of his younger self, when he was mortal

Maybe it was you all together

He couldn't find the reason

But what he COULD pinpoint, was that you brought a sort of tranquility to his otherwise stressful and hectic life

When NeZha isn't cleaning up after Wukong's mess, he's dealing with some fuckery in the Celestial Realm

So his free time be spent in a way where the last thing on his mind being work is a blessing in its own right

You're endearing. Again, you remind him of his younger self, just not... as hectic (I would hope-)

If you're mortal, he's sort of like a guardian, warding off any demons or keeping you out of harms way

Teaching you the ways of the world

If you're a celestial/demon, the resemblance is at an all time high and possibly increases the attachment he has towards you

Especially if you're a demon. History is too flat a circle after all

He's also a sucker to any gifts you make for him. Flower crowns, food, ornaments

He cherishes them

A part of him still tries hard to rationalize this, but after a while, he's learned to accept things as is

He has experience doing so with a certain simian...

Even if he's immortal, your presence has a sort of healing effect to him, both physically and mentally

And he's smiling?! Oh my god???

The sky is falling

He's also strangely keen to entertaining you with games if he's been blessed with more than enough free time

Hearing you laugh and seeing you smile genuinely makes him feel at ease, like a big brother

Huh.

Maybe that's it

That sense of family he's been missing since Ascension...

Yeah

Sounds right

[rayroseu]

Saved by Diasomnia!!

I really love how the game always makes sure we get a rescue moment with Diasomnia characters in every event if they are on it lol

It supports my agenda that Ramshackle and Diasomnia are connected to each other in lore (like both these dorms have heavy relation with History and Death)🙌🏻🙌🏻. They are always on the lookout for their Young Master's friend... 🥺💖💕

(Also yeah... Why did I just realize now that Malleus is the one who indirectly introduced us to other Diaso members.....😭😭 I find that so cute bcs usually the others are *supposed* to be the one looking for a friend for him but Malleus just mentioned us and Lilia was hyped about it and it all domino effect from there lol)

Also, surprise yeee‼️‼️🤺🤺 I drew some of my mutuals OC's 🥰✨✨ Yuuri Atsuisamui with Silver from @souslesetoilesavectoi and Hana Asteria with Lilia from @hanafubukki ✨🫶🏻✨🫶🏻✨ (i hope i did justice for your lovely oc's, sous and hana!!😭) And, Malleus is just with my yume oc, Citrine🥰💛,,, also i need to interact to more sebek yumes... i only had the default prefect for him🥹

Honestly there are other Diashackle moments that I want to include as well!! But these four are my most precious💖💖

Like that time in Sunset Savanna event, where Lilia pressured Leona to let us go to Sunset Savanna too or else he's not going lol (thank you peepaw💗💞💗✨✨) and that vignette with Sebek helping us carry the chairs and him protecting us when the chairs fell ‼️🥹💚

On the main story, Silver is the only one who asks us if we're fine from time to time and the fact he rescued us after Mickey's dream collapsed--- and ofc Malleus indirectly helping us on Book 3 bcs of the Gargoyle Analogy lol--- I LOVE IT 🥹🫶🏻✨💗💞💗💖💘

Even the events mentions how precious Ramshackle is to Diasomnia so 🤗🤗🤗 thank you for being the backbone of many Yuu&Grim spotlight, Diasomnia-- Best dorm frfr✨✨💞💞💗💞💗

[hard-core-super-star]

Hey rubix!! I just watched the marvels and I LOVED it!!! I was wondering if you could do a carol x reader fic where Carol is introducing her gf to Monica and Kamala and they just click really quickly and bond 😭

I’m going on a carol rampage atm bc she just looked too GOOD 🤭

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if forever will have me [C.Danvers]

paring: carol danvers x reader

summary: your girlfriend brings two stowaways on board after a rough mission, you welcome them with open arms while carol tries to adjust.

warnings: none?; fluff with minimal plot; carol's a dorky mess and we love her for it; brief emotional moments but nothing too drastic; R's a mom friend in this one frfr; not proofread; i still suck at endings

wordcount: 2.5k

a/n: I AM SO SORRY FOR TAKING OVER A YEAR TO WRITE THIS 😭 you deserved so much better, lovely anon, please forgive me. in an effort to make it up to you, i turned this into a longer fic than i originally planned, and sort of tweaked the movie plot a little because i felt it was missing a few scenes like this. i really hope you enjoy (and that i didn't totally forget how to write for carol) and once again, i'm so sorry for taking so long to write this. hopefully, there'll be more carol fic in the making soon <3

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To say you were worried about Carol would be an understatement. 

While it wasn't completely unusual to go a few days without hearing from her, thanks to how chaotic her job could get, she always made sure to update you as soon as possible. Especially when you were staying in her spaceship catsitting.

Truth be told, Goose didn't really need babysitting. Mainly because more often than not, Carol just took the alien cat with her, both for comfort and companionship. However, it gave the blonde the perfect excuse to convince you to join her.

Again, you didn't really need convincing, but it made your girlfriend feel better when you were brought on board as part of her team. Her "team" being you and her...and Goose...and the occasional call from Nick Fury...and King Valkyrie. As much as the blonde insisted she preferred working alone, she was surrounded by a pretty badass support system.

Said support system wasn't enough to help her with her newest problem, though.

A problem that even you weren't qualified to help her with.

Ship full of homeless Skrulls and emotional visit from the King of Asgard aside, it was nice to have other people aboard. Even if one of those people was Carol's sort of adopted (and abandoned) daughter and the other one was a teenage girl who was quite literally Captain Marvel's biggest fan. They might not have been your first choice of companions, but you were nothing if not a welcoming host.

As soon as King Valkyrie transported the Skrull refugees back to Asgard with her, you made your way to your girlfriend's side.

"Hey," you say, you hand reaching out to take hers. "Rough day?"

Your words make her chuckle despite herself. "That's an understatement."

"What do you need from me?"

"Just...don't let go."

Her arms envelop you before you can even try to question her. You happily return her embrace, allowing her to bury her face against your shoulder and let out the heaviest sigh you've heard in a while. She doesn't have to say anything for you to known she's trying to decompress after the shit show that's gone down.

You hold the blonde close as you run your hand up and down her back, eyes bouncing back and forth between Monica and Carol's biggest fan. As awkward as it is for you, you can't imagine it's any easier for them so, you break the silence.

"Cool ship, right?"

They both nod, although the older of the two looks anywhere but you. You can't really blame her considering her history with Carol and how weird the whole situation is. A situation you still don't know any details of.

"Is, uh, is she okay?" The younger brunette ask.

"Oh, yeah, she's just...recharging."

Your girlfriend grumbles something in response, but you don't pay her any mind. It's not your fault she's literally a human lamp.

You sidestep the two of you until you're out of sight. It's not like you want to be secretive or anything, there's just a higher chance the blonde will tell you what's wrong if it's just the two of you.

"Hey, babe," you murmur.

She grumbles once more, slowly detaching herself from your neck. The glassiness of her eyes instantly makes alarms ring in your head.

"Carol-"

Your girlfriend instantly shrugs you off. "I'm fine, I just...need some time."

As badly as you want to argue with her, the last thing she needs right now is more difficulties.

"So, you're just going to leave me here with your new friends?" You ask with a raised eyebrow.

"You'll be fine, it's not like they're too happy with me either right now."

She tries to laugh it off, but you're no fool. You can see the heaviness on her shoulders, the far-away look in her eye that can't mean anything good. As badly as you want to go with her, you know she needs some time to catch her breath on her own.

So, you let her go, leaving you alone with the newest members of your unofficial team.

Not even five seconds go by before the silence is interrupted by the young brunette. "I didn't know Captain Marvel had a girlfriend."

"Does that mean no one talks about me in the fan forums?"

"That's probably for the best."

You cross the small space until you're in front of them, offering them the warmest smile you can muster. "Listen, I know this situation isn't ideal, but it's nice to have other people on the ship."

Monica gives you the smallest of smiles in response, which might not be much, but it's a start. A start you're not about to waste.

"Let's start over, yeah?" You say, somewhat aware of how shitty they must be feeling too, if Carol's barely hidden emotions are anything to go by. "I'm y/n, this ship's second captain."

"Kamala." She eagerly shakes your hand. "This ship's nice. Actually, it's really awesome."

"I know," you whisper in response, earning yourself a brighter smile.

Once Kamala finally releases your hand, you turn to face the older brunette. The soft look in her eyes does little to soothe your nervousness. You'd imagined meeting her many times before, although under much better circumstances.

"Oh, I'm Monica, but I'm assuming you already knew that."

"Yeah, it's really nice to meet you."

The sincerity in your voice seems to catch her off-guard, but she recovers before you can call her out on it. And by recover, all she really does is sidestep the conversation you need to have.

"Do you think Carol needs help?" She asks.

"Oh, she needs a lot of help but good luck getting through to her," you reply with an affectionate roll of your eyes.

Kamala barely stifles a laugh at your words, clearly enjoying the dynamic you're starting to form with them. While Carol wasn't exactly hard to read, she could be a little rough around the edges at first, especially when placed in stressful situations she feels responsible for.

Monica, on the other hand, lets out a long sigh. "I meant with the ship."

"Oh, yeah, probably. Just know she'll say no if you ask her."

"Yeah, I had a feeling."

 There's an edge of nostalgia to her words that you understand all too well. As badly as you want to talk to her about it, to reassure her that what happened wasn't her fault, that Carol still cares, you know it's not your place.

Unfortunately, you're also aware of how awkward your girlfriend can be. It's as endearing as it is frustrating.

While Monica goes down to the ship's engine room to talk to Carol, you stay with Kamala. 

You let her admire the place for a few moments before you speak up again. "Hey, you okay? Want to talk about what happened?"

Her eyes remain glued to Goose, busying herself with petting her even while she responds to your question. "You mean how I totally got scolded by my idol?"

You honestly have no idea what she's talking about, but you want her to feel supported, so you nod anyway. "Sure, if you want to."

The only response you get for a few seconds is a heavy sigh. You can see her shoulders slumping forward as she allows herself to finally accept how she's feeling. "I really didn't think our first meeting would go like this. It was supposed to be cooler, y'know? Full of bonding and really funny jokes and me getting to show off my awesome powers. Instead, I just messed up and made THE Captain Marvel mad."

You do your best to stifle the laughter that threatens to bubble up inside your throat. The last thing you want to do is invalidate her feelings but...you can't deny how amusing her rambling is.

"Sweetheart, I promise you Carol's not mad at you and I don't even know what happened. She's just protective. And really stubborn. And not the best team player."

Your words seem to bring little comfort to her. "I just...I don't want to disappoint her."

Kamala's voice breaks at the end, leading you to spring into action faster than you can even process. Even though you're not exactly sure how to comfort her, you know you have to do something. At least until Carol comes back.

"Hey," you say as you walk over to her, your arms wide open for her. "You won't. You're not going to disappoint anyone, okay? I guarantee you Carol's beating herself up for yelling at you. She's a captain, not a tyrant."

Your words make her chuckle even as she accepts the hug offer. She might not fully believe you right now, but that's okay. All that matters to you is that she doesn't feel like an outsider. Because as weird as it might be, you're all in this together now and that means being there for each other.

A few seconds go by before she speaks up again.

"Hey, um...is there somewhere I could shower?"

"Yeah, let me show you."

You show Kamala to the bathroom, helping her figure out how the shower works and giving her some of Carol's oversized clothes to wear. It's a small thing, but you hope it'll help her feel a little more at home in your large spaceship. It'd taken you a long time to get used to the whole being in space thing too.

Once you get back to the main area, you find Monica again, a thin layer of tears making her brown eyes sparkle. You're not exactly sure how to approach her, or if she even wants to be approached, but you know you have to do something. As much as you love Carol, you don't trust she didn't accidentally stick her foot in her mouth.

Monica watches you approach, silently analyzing your next move.

As much as you want to simply walk away, you can't. Not when you know how hard your girlfriend has been on herself about what happened with Monica and her mom.

"It's been hard for her too, y'know?" You say with a soft smile.

She blinks a few times, seemingly trying to hide how affected she is. "Oh, I don't...I'm fine."

Maybe you should leave it alone, it's technically none of your business, and yet...you can't stop yourself from prying a little. Mainly since you're also acutely aware of the team-up situation they find themselves in. The last thing they needis to be at each other's throats because of their past.

"Yeah? Is that why you can't look at Carol for more than five seconds?"

Her jaw clenches at that, but you stand firm. Or as firm as you can be when you're staring down the barrel of a loaded gun. The gun in question being Monica's exasperated expression.

"You have no idea what you're talking about."

Despite her attempt at sounding mad, the way her voice cracks reveals the true feelings lingering under the surface. The ones she's been pushing down for who knows how long.

"Maybe." You shrug. "But I know she's been beating herself up for not coming back sooner. I know she spent the majority of the last five years talking about your mom. About you. You're her family. The only one she has left."

Monica tries her hardest to appear unaffected, but the change in her expression says it all. Her eyes soften as her jaw unclenches, her bottom lip trembling just the slightest bit to let you know you've cracked her defenses.

"She has you."

Her words are soft. Not really a complaint or an argument. Simply a statement. One that makes your face flush despite your hardest efforts.

"That's not...you know what I mean."

For once, she drops the cool act. "I do, but my point still stands. You're her family too. And honestly? I think she needs you more than I do right now."

You let out a soft chucke. "Yeah, I can't argue with that. You'll be okay?"

The question is far more loaded than you realize and yet, she nods. "Yeah, I think so."

With that, you make your way back to Carol, not at all surprised to find her muttering under her breath as she paces back and forth. "Everything okay, Captain?"

She stops in her tracks the second she hears your voice. "Something like that. It's been a long day."

"Tell me about it, it seems you've brought out some strong emotions in everyone."

"Yeah." The blonde does her best to glue a smirk onto her face, but she fails miserably. If anything, her smile comes off more like a grimace than anything.

You cross the space between you in an instant. "How are you holding up?"

She answers your question with one of her own. "How's Kamala doing? I shouldn't have yelled at her earlier."

As much as you hate her tendency to side-step talking about how she's feeling, you allow it. Clearly, you're not the only one who's gotten attached to the young girl. "She's okay, maybe a little upset, but nothing a warm shower can't fix."

A long sigh escapes her and even though you want nothing more than you wrap her up in your arms, you hold back. As difficult as it is, you wait for her to show you what she needs. "This is why I don't work with a team. I'm awful at it."

You can't stop yourself from poking fun at her. "You're literally a captain, though."

This time, the smile that crosses her face looks warmer. Real in a way you're used to. "That's not funny."

"I thought it was hilarious."

You wrap your arms around her neck before she can complain about your shitty jokes, pulling her closer. She catches on pretty quickly and wraps her arms around your waist before she leans in to capture your lips in a slow kiss.

The moment ends far too quickly for your liking.

Her forehead rests against your own, her blue eyes sparkling with emotions you know she can't fully put into words. Not that you'd ever force her.

That being said, you wish you didn't know exactly where things were going.

"You're not going to tell me what's going on, are you?" You ask even though you already know the answer.

"Nope." She pecks your lips before you can protest. "I have enough to worry about, I can't put you in the line of fire too."

"You know I don't mind. I want to be here for you."

Her hand leaves your waist to trail her finger up your arm. She grips your wrist and slowly brings it away from her neck and toward her chest. "I know, princess, but I have to do this on my own. I have to fix my mistakes."

You find yourself huffing in response. "I hate it when you get all serious like that."

She chuckles, bringing your wrist up to her lips for a few lingering kisses. "I'll come back to you before you know it. Promise."

"I'll be waiting, Captain."

You pull her back in without another word, knowing full well you'll both keep to your promises.

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"I've been drunk since Christmas. You've gotta catch up."

Alex making Henry dance to Get Low. I love him.

Henry is absolutely mortified and he should be.

OH THEY ARE THEY ONLY TWO STANDING AND THEY ARE BEING SO FUCKING LOUD

NEW YEAR'S COUNTDOWN!!!!!

Ok Alex you're just gonna get mono that's certainly a choice you made

"Do you ever wonder who you'd be if you were an anonymous person in the world?"

"Christ, you're as thick as it gets." NOW KISS

ALEX YOUR BISEXUAL DISASTER HIMBONESS IS SCREAMING I NEED YOU TO SHUT THE ENTIRE FUCK UP