#manon expressing feelings

[pergaminaa]

omg hold on i just realized something!!!

the Blackbeak Matron is the ONLY one who knew about Manon's bloodline, like-- Manon is an actual fucking queen by birthright and the Matron is the only person who knew it because Manon never learned about this.

so remember when Asterin was telling Manon what happened to her with her hunter and witchling? The Matron warned Vesta and Sorrel not to bring it up to Manon or there will be dire consequences.

Now hear me out: Manon fucking loves Asterin. If she knew what her grandmother had done, she would have probably done something like take the Thirteen and just leave or something like that.

We all know how the Matron loved threatening Manon that she'd replace her, but while it worked on Manon, her grandmother never really intended to do that.

It's the same reason why she wanted Vesta and Sorrel to remain quiet: she has a literal fucking queen at her beck and call. Manon is ready to do anything for her grandmother just to get some praise, and the Matron isn't going to let go of that. It's why she needed Manon loyal to her (through fear because Manon didn't really trust her but she fears what she'd do)

So at the end of the day, the Matron was after more power. She kept Manon by her side through unorthodox tactics because she loved having so much control over her. And also because of Manon's royal blood, she can have so much.

I think it's also why she wasn't fully against Erawan showing interest in Manon. Because with that union, she will reign supreme.

It's just-- the way she played Manon for her whole life for no other reason than being a shitty person is what irks me the most. She literally used everything that is Manon and twisted it, turning it into something ugly.

I'm sorry but when Manon just killed Rhiannon without even questioning it? Just blindly obeying her grandmother because it's what she's been conditioned to do???

Later on, we see Manon really struggling between doing what is right and doing exactly what her grandmother wants even when she doesn't agree with it. Every time, her grandmother wins (until the part where she was about to execute Asterin) and I honestly think that the Matron was happy with how she has the actual Queen of Witches under her command.

[kisshae]

i hate fruits ──── ★ ⠀ YU JIMIN !

PREC𝒾S , loving karina feels like biting into the ripest, most forbidden fruit—deliciously sweet yet laced with danger. every glance, every touch is a temptation that lures you deeper.

🕸️ —PAR𝒾NGS , best friend!karina x lovesick!fem reader ft mark (nct), intak (p1h), manon (katseye) ★ genre , wlw friends to ??? angst uni au wc 3.2k warning(s) kissing arguments??? reader is down BAD for karina

? - now playing california, beabadoobee

"I hate fruits," you mutter under your breath, staring at the apple in your hand. the skin is shiny, almost too perfect, just like karina's smile. you know you shouldn't want it, shouldn't be this obsessed, but here you are, drawn to it like a moth to a flame.

she's standing there, laughing, the carefree joy radiating from her like sunlight.

for a second, everything feels normal. but you know better. it can't be. it never will be. every laugh, every glance she sends your way—each one is a temptation you can't resist. you wish you could just walk away, cut this twisted obsession out of your life before it eats you alive.

but instead, you stay, glued to her every movement, slightly begging for the next moment to drag you deeper into this pit of sweetness.

you take a bite of the apple. it's too sweet. too perfect. like karina. and just as poisonous. you don't know why you keep doing this to yourself, why you keep letting her in.

every bite makes you want more, but you know you'll regret it the moment you finish.

you can't tell her. you can't even tell yourself the truth. that you're in too deep. that you love her in a way that's wrong, twisted even. but there's something inside you that wants it—needs it.

you wish you could hate her, even for a moment, just to break free of this suffocating feeling. but how could you? everything about her is so... perfect?

it's not like you haven't tried to ignore it—her. the crush. the obsession. the way your heart races everytime she's near. but impossible. you can't escape her, not when she's in every class, sitting just a few seats away, laughing with that same carefree smile that makes you want to scream and kiss her all at once.

you tell yourself it's fine. it's just a phase. you're best friends. that's but every time she looks at you, you swear you see something deeper in her eyes, something more.

it's like she knows. like she can see straight through you, into the mess of tangled feelings you can't make sense of. and she doesn't say a word.

but that's the problem. she doesn't need to. her silence is just as loud as her laugh. and every second you spend with her, every moment where your fingers accidentally brush, it feels you're unraveling.

"are you coming to the party tonight?" karina's voice breaks through your thoughts, pulling you back to the present.

you nod, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips, even though your insides are a storm.

"yeah, i'll be there." your voice is steadier than you feel. maybe too steady. "good," she says, glancing at you with that smile that makes your chest tighten. "I'm glad. it wouldn't be the same without you."

a flutter of something—hope, maybe—spreads through you, and you bite back a nervous laugh. "I'm not that important."

karina raises an eyebrow, her expression softening just a little. "you're not important? I don't know about that. you're always there when I need you."

you swallow, your throat suddenly dry. her words are innocent enough, but it feels like a knife twisting inside you. every word she says to you, every compliment, makes this crush harder to bury.

"i'll see you there," you manage, the words tasting like a promise you know you can't keep.

as karina walks away, you can't help but watch her go, the ache deep in your chest growing stronger with every step she takes. you want to shout it all out—to confess, to scream, to finally stop pretending. but instead, you stand there, watching her disappear into the crowd, and tell yourself that you can still walk away. that you can still hate this.

but the truth is, you can't.

the party is loud, the air thick with laughter and music, but none of it matters. you're here, but your mind is elsewhere. you keep scanning the room, trying to focus on anything but karina.

your friends, intak and manon, are talking to you, trying to pull you into the conversation, but your attention keeps slipping.

they don't see it.

they don't see that every word, every smile feels hollow when karina isn't in your line of sight. you force a laugh here and there, nodding along, pretending to care. but it's hard to concentrate when karina's across the room, talking to mark.

there she is, laughing, her blonde hair catching the light, flipping it over her shoulder as if she doesn't realize how perfectly she shines.

you feel a sudden tightness in your chest, a sour jealousy stirring deep within you. it's ridiculous. you shouldn't feel this way. you shouldn't care. but every time you see her smiling with someone else, every time someone else gets to share her attention, it's like a knife twisting in your gut.

mark's leaning in a little too close, and the way he speaks to her—soft, casual, like they've known each other forever. you want to scream, to run over and pull her away, but you just stay frozen, watching, feeling sick as you try to ignore the jealousy gnawing at you.

"hey, you okay?" intak's voice pulls you back into reality. you glance over at him, forcing a smile, but it's tight.

"yeah, i'm fine." your voice comes out a little flatter than you intended, and manon raises a brow, but she doesn't say anything. she just gives you a concerned look before turning back to the crowd.

you try to focus on them, but your gaze just keeps darting back to karina and mark.

watching as mark leans in just a little more, his hands resting on her shoulder, and it takes everything in you to not turn away. you can't stand it.

you hate how they're laughing together, how easily he's standing close to her, the way she seems so comfortable.

but you can't stop staring.

"are you sure you're okay?" intak asks again, his voice laced with concern. but he doesn't know. he can't know what it feels like to watch karina be so effortlessly close to someone else.

you just nod, forcing a smile again. "yeah, i'm good. just.. tired."

and you pray they won't notice how your gaze keeps drifting back to her, how the pit in your stomach grows deeper with every passing second. you try to shake it off, pretending to be present in the conversation with intak and manon. but it's impossible.

the room feels suffocating, your thoughts drifting back to karina and mark every few seconds. you need a break.

"i'm just gonna grab another drink," you mutter, already turning towards the kitchen. you don't wait for a reply, the words hanging in the air behind you as you make your way through the crowd.

you move quickly, pushing past people, desperate for something to occupy your mind, even if it's just the simple act of refilling your cup. the kitchen is quieter, and you let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding.

you find the liquor and start pouring, the sound of the liquid hitting your glass oddly calming for a moment.

but then you hear the soft click of footsteps behind you, and you freeze. it's manon. you can tell by the way she moves that she's not buying the act.

"you're not fooling anyone," she says quietly, leaning against the counter next to you, arms crossed.

you don't look at her, focusing on the drink in your hand. "I'm fine," you mutter, but the words feel weak even to you. manon doesn't respond right away, just watches you, her eyes sharp.

"you're not fine. you're barely holding it together.' her voice is soft but firm, like she's seen through every wall you've built.

you bite your lip, but the words won't come. she's right. you can't keep pretending. the jealousy, the ache, the way you feel like you're drowning every time you see karina with someone else—it's all too much to handle. you feel like you're about to snap, and all you want is to hide, to escape this mess of emotions.

just as you open your mouth to say something, anything, the kitchen door swings open, and there she is.

karina.

she steps in, her blonde hair glowing under the light, and her eyes immediately find you. there's a slight frown on her lips, and she's moving towards you, her usual playful energy replaced by something more possessive.

"what are you two doing here?" karina asks, her voice a little too sharp, a little too curious. she looks at manon, then back at you, and before you can answer, she steps closer. "i've been looking for you."

manon raises her brows, but doesn’t say anything, stepping back and giving you both some space.

karina doesn’t wait for an invitation—she slips her arm around your waist, pulling you gently toward her. It’s sudden and clingy, almost desperate, and the shift catches you off guard.

her fingers lightly grip your sides as she leans into you, her body close in a way that makes your breath catch. “let’s go somewhere else,” she murmurs, her voice softer now, her face just inches from yours.

there’s a possessiveness in her touch, like she’s marking her territory, and you don’t know wether to pull away or pull her closer.

“karina…” you say, the words barely coming out, your heart racing faster.

she doesn’t let go. instead, she tugs you along the hallway, ignoring any protests you might have. “you’re not staying here. you’re with me tonight, okay?”

you glance over at manon over karina’s shoulder. she’s watching the two of you leave, her gaze unreadable.

karina doesn’t seem to notice, her focus solely on you, her hand still wrapped around your waist like she can’t bare to let you go.

you wonder if she feels it, too—the way the air between you shifts when she’s this close. you wonder if she knows how much you need her, how much you crave her touch. but you can’t ask her that. you can’t let her see how deep this is.

not yet.

karina doesn’t stop tugging you along until the cool air hits your face. the noise of the party fades as she pulls you onto the porch, the door clicking shut behind you.

for a moment, there’s silence.

just the two of you under the glow of string lights, the muffled bass of the music vibrating through the walls.

you try to steady your breathing, your heart still racing from the way she grabbed you, from how close she was just moments ago. but the look on her face stops you cold. she’s not smiling. she’s not laughing. there’s something sharp in her expression, something that cuts straight through you.

“what’s going on with you and manon?” she asks, her voice low but tinged with something you can’t quite place—anger? jealousy?

you blink at her, caught off guard. “what are you talking about?”

karina crosses her arms, her hair falling over her shoulder as she tilts her head, studying you like she’s waiting for you to confess to something. “you too looked… close. i didn’t like it.”

the words hit you like a punch to the gut. you open your mouth to respond, but nothing comes out at first. finally, you manage, “manon’s my friend. what’s wrong with that?”

her jaw tightens, and she takes a step closer, her eyes locked on yours. “it’s not that. it’s the way she looks at you. like she wants something more.”

you let out a disbelieving laugh, shaking your head. “that’s ridiculous. she doesn’t—“

“she does,” karina interrupts, her voice rising slightly. “and you just… you let her. you don’t see it, but I do.” your chest tightens, frustration bubbling to the surface.

“why do you care, karina? she’s my friend. you can’t just pull me away and act like this everytime i talk to someone.”

her lips part like she’s about to say something, but then she hesitates. her gaze flickers, and for a moment, she looks almost vulnerable. but then the mask slips back into place.

“because it’s not just ‘someone’,” she says, her voice quieter now but no less intense. “it’s her. and I don’t like it. I don’t like the way she looks at you, the way you let her be so close to you.”

your heart skips a beat, the weight of her words settling in your chest. you don’t know what to say. you don’t know what to feel.

“karina…” you start, but she shakes her head, cutting you off.

“i’m your best friend,” she says, her voice trembling slightly. “i’m supposed to be the one who… who knows you best, who’s there for you. not her.”

the air between you feels heavy, charged with something unspoken. you want to ask her why she’s really upset, why she’s acting like this. but you’re afraid of the answer. afraid of what this might mean for both of you.

instead, you take a step back, needing to breathe, to think.

“you don’t get to decide who i’m friends with, karina.” you say quietly, your voice firm despite the storm raging inside you.

her eyes widen slightly, and for a second, you think she might argue. but she doesn’t. she just stares at you, her expression unreadable, before finally looking away.

the silence stretches between you, thick and suffocating, until she finally whispers, “i just don’t want to lose you.”

the words hang in the air, and you don’t know how to respond.

because the truth is, you’re already lost. lost in her. and she doesn’t even realize it.

you step forward, closing the gap between the two of you, your breath hitching as you take her in. the glow of the porch lights casts soft shadows over karina’s face, highlighting the blush that blooms across her cheeks and nose from the chill.

her lips are slightly parted, her breath visible in the frosty air.

your hands move before you can stop them, gently cupping her face. her skin is cool under your palms, but it sends a warmth through you that you can’t explain.

karina doesn’t pull away—she just blinks up at you, her eyes wide and searching, like she’s trying to understand what’s happening.

you let your gaze roam, tracing every detail you’ve memorized a thousand times but can never get enough of. the curve of her jaw, the way her lashes flutter uncertainly, and then—her lips. they are slick with gloss, glistening faintly in the dim light, and you can’t stop yourself from staring.

the faint scent of cherries reaches you, sweet and enticing, it’s like everything else fades away.

your heart races as your eyes meet hers again, and for a split second, you hesitate. but the longing, the ache, is too much to hold back. you lean in, closing the distance, and then your lips are on hers.

it’s soft at first, tentative.

her lips taste just like cherries—sickly sweet yet intoxicating, sending a rush through your veins that’a equal part bliss and madness.

it’s overwhelming, dizzying, like taking a bite of forbidden fruit you can’t resist, no matter how dangerous it feels.

for a moment, karina freezes, but then you feel it—her kissing you back.

her hands flutter uncertainly before finding their place, one gripping your arm, the other resting lightly on your hip, as if she’s trying to ground herself in the moment. the kiss deepens, and it’s everything you’ve held back is pouring out all at once.

for a moment, it feels perfect.

her lips moving softly against yours, hesitant but searching, and the way her hands hold onto you makes your chest ache with something too big to name.

your pour everything into the kiss—all the longing, all the frustration, every stolen glance and unspoken words.

but then it changes.

her grip on you tightens, but not in the way you expect. she tenses, pulling back slightly, and before you could fully register what’s happening, her hands push against your chest—firm, almost frantic.

you stumble back a step, your heart dropping as she stares at you with wide, disbelieving eyes. “what the hell am I doing?” karina whispers, almost like she’s asking herself.

her lips are still flushed, her breath coming fast, but there’s a distance in her gaze now, like she’s retreating somewhere you can’t follow.

“karina—“ you start, reaching out instinctively, but she jerks away, her arms wrapping tightly around herself as if to ward you off.

“no,” she cuts you off, her voice trembling. “this…this was a mistake.”

the words hit you like a slap, sharp and unforgiving, and all you can do is stand there, rooted to the spot.

“I shouldn’t have…” she shakes her head, her blonde hair catching the faint glow of the porch. “I don’t know what I was thinking. this can’t happen.”

her words sting, but it’s the look in her eyes that twists the the knife deeper—fear, confusion and something else you can’t quite name.

“karina, please, just listen—“

“I can’t!” she snaps, her voice breaking, and the crack in it makes your chest tighten. she takes a shaky step back, her hands trembling as she brushes hair out of her face. “I don’t know what this means, and I… I can’t deal with this right now.”

you watch helplessly as karina backs away, the distance between you growing with each step.

finally, she turns and rushes back into the house, the door slamming shut behind her. the muffled sound of the party seeps through the walls, but it feels like it's miles away.

you stand there in the cold, the taste of cherries still lingering on your lips—a sweetness that now feels unbearable. the air feels heavier, colder, and you sink onto the porch steps, burying your face in your hands.

the porch feels colder without her, the air biting against your skin as you sit there, staring blankly at the ground.

the noise of the party is a distance hum, muffled and meaningless. all you can focus on is the lingering feel of her lips, the warmth of her hands, and the way it shattered in an instant. you trace your thumb over your bottom lip absentmindedly, tasting the faint sweetness that still clings there.

cherries. so sweet it hurts. so intoxicating you can't breathe.

you lean back against the railing, closing your eyes against the ache building in your chest. "I hate fruits," you murmur, your voice a hollow echo of the chaos inside of you.

the sweetness, the temptation, the inevitability of being consumed—it's all too much. but the worst part isn't that you kissed her. it's not even that she pulled away.

the worst part is that, for a fleeting moment, she kissed you back.

because now you know. you know there's something there, something real and terrifying, and you can't take it back.

the door opens behind you, the noise of the party spilling out again for just a second before it clicks shut. you don't bother looking up. it's not her. you'd know if it were her.

instead, you sit there in the quiet, letting the cold seep into your bones, wondering if you've just lost the one person you can't live without.

and somewhere in the back of your mind, a thought blooms, sharp and persistent: 'i don't hate fruits. I hate myself for loving them.'

[sillymommy6969]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝕮AUGHT RED-LIPPED

Daniela Avanzini x fem!reader

summary: dani and y/n get a little caught up before leaving the house, and poor manon gets a meek little surprise

warnings: making out, suggestive/sexual themes, horny!dani, getting walked in on

Daniela adjusted the silver cuff on her wrist, trying to focus on the subtle clinking of her jewelry instead of the sight just a few feet away. Her girlfriend, stood in front of the bedroom mirror, turning slightly to check the way her dress hugged her curves. The material shimmered in the soft glow of the overhead light, a perfect blend of elegance and edge. It clung in all the right places, leaving Daniela’s mouth slightly dry and her thoughts decidedly less innocent than she would’ve liked.

"How does it look?" Y/N asked, her voice casual, as if she wasn’t currently making Daniela feel like she was about to combust. “Does this make me look weird?”

There she stood, her girlfriend, leaning against the edge of the vanity table, her body silhouetted by the warm glow of the dim overhead light. She wasn’t dressed casually like Daniela had imagined. Instead, she was in an outfit that could only be described as devastating. A fitted black dress hugged her curves perfectly, the fabric shimmering faintly every time she moved. It dipped daringly low at the neckline, leaving little to the imagination, and the slit up her thigh was enough to make Daniela’s mouth go dry.

She tilted her head slightly, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of her lips as she took in Daniela’s stunned expression. “Hello? Anybody home?”

Home? Daniela wasn’t even sure she was on the same planet anymore. All rational thought had fled her brain the moment she laid eyes on Y/N, replaced by the insistent pounding of her heart and the rush of heat spreading through her body.

Daniela blinked rapidly, pulling herself back to reality. She cleared her throat, but the heat in her cheeks gave her away. "Uh... yeah. You look amazing."

Y/N raised an eyebrow, amused. "Just amazing?"

Daniela let out a strained laugh, running a hand through her auburn hair. "Okay, fine. You look... ravishing. Like, you should probably warn people before stepping out like that."

Y/N turned, her lips curving into a sly smile as she caught Daniela’s gaze shamelessly trailing down her figure. She took a step closer, the click of her heels on the wooden floor reverberating in the quiet room. "Warn people? Or just you?"

Daniela swallowed hard, her usual confidence faltering under Y/N’s playful tone. She could feel her pulse racing as Y/N closed the distance between them, her movements slow and deliberate. The younger’s arms moved to circle around the blonde’s neck, her fingers entangling into Daniela’s curls.

"Both," Daniela admitted, her voice lower than she intended.

Y/N chuckled softly, her bottom lip tugging in between her teeth. Her hands sliding down to Daniela’s shoulders. Her touch was light, teasing, but it sent a jolt of electricity through Daniela’s body. "I think you’re exaggerating," Y/N said, though her expression suggested she knew exactly what kind of effect she was having.

Daniela’s hands hovered near Y/N’s waist, hesitant. "I’m not," she murmured. Her eyes flickered down to the neckline of Y/N’s dress, where just enough skin was visible to make her heart pound. "You’re... driving me crazy, hermosa."

Y/N tilted her head, her fingers sliding up to brush against Daniela’s jawline. "Good," she whispered, her breath warm against Daniela’s cheek. “Just how I like it.”

That was all the encouragement Daniela needed. She let her hands settle firmly on Y/N’s hips, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them. Their lips met in a fiery kiss, one that was equal parts passion and desperation. Daniela’s mind went blank, her senses consumed by the taste of Y/N, the feel of her body pressed against hers, and the faint scent of her perfume.

“The girls are waiting for us,” Y/N sighed into the kiss, her hands threading through Daniela’s hair as she deepened the connection. The soft noises she made sent shivers down Daniela’s spine, and she couldn’t stop herself from tightening her grip on Y/N’s waist.

"You’re not making this easy," Daniela murmured against Y/N’s lips, her voice ragged.

"Who said I wanted to make it easy?" Y/N shot back, her smile devilish before she kissed her again, harder this time.

Daniela grunted. Shefelt herself losing control, her restraint slipping with every touch and kiss. Her hands wandered, sliding up Y/N’s back to the exposed skin at the nape of her neck. The dress was gorgeous, yes, but Daniela found herself impatient, wishing there was less fabric in the way.

"You’re gonna be the death of me," Daniela said, breaking the kiss just long enough to catch her breath.

Y/N laughed softly, her fingers playing with the collar of Daniela’s shirt. The Latina gently lifted her girlfriend off the floor, setting the both of them down onto her bed. "I think you’ll survive," Y/N teased, though her flushed cheeks and slightly uneven breathing betrayed her own composure.

Daniela didn’t respond with words. Instead, she leaned down, her lips trailing along Y/N’s jawline and down to her neck. She felt Y/N’s body tremble slightly under her touch, and the sound of her sharp inhale was enough to make Daniela’s heart race even faster.

"Dani, baby..." Y/N breathed, her voice barely audible.

Hearing her name like that—soft, needy—was almost too much for Daniela to handle. She pressed her lips to Y/N’s collarbone, her hands sliding down to rest on her thighs. "You’re so beautiful," she whispered, the words spilling out before she could stop them.

Y/N’s fingers tightened in Daniela’s hair, pulling her back up for another kiss. This one was slower, more deliberate, but no less intense. It was the kind of kiss that made Daniela feel like the rest of the world had fallen away, leaving just the two of them in their own little universe.

That is, until the door to Daniela’s room swung open.

“Dani, have you seen my—Oh my God!” Their passion was punctuated with a stunned gasp from the door,

Both women froze, their heads snapping toward the bedroom doorway, where Manon stood wide-eyed, a single sneaker dangling from her hand. Her usually confident demeanor faltered, and her brows shot up as her gaze flitted between Daniela and Y/N tangled on the Latina’s bed.

There was a moment of absolute silence, still for the faint bustling of the girls getting ready to leave downstairs. Daniela blinked rapidly, her mind scrambling to process what was happening.

“So this is what’s taking so long.”

“Oh my God, Manon. Get out!” Daniela muttered, her voice low and mortified as she wrapped her arms around Y/N to cover up as much of her girlfriend’s body as she could.

Y/N, however, was less phased. She straightened slightly, still sitting astride Daniela’s lap, and offered Manon a breezy, unapologetic smile. “Hey, babe. We’ll be right down,” she said casually, as if she weren’t half-dressed and perched on her girlfriend in the middle of the living room.

Manon’s lips quirked into a smirk as she crossed her arms, sneaker still in hand. “Don’t let me stop you, Dani’s been needing to get laid, she’s been so mean and catty lately,” she said, her tone dry but laced with amusement. “Though, for the record, we’re all downstairs waiting to leave.”

Daniela groaned, lifting her head just enough to glare at her roommate. “Could you maybe not comment on this right now?” she said, her voice sharp with embarrassment.

Manon raised her hands in mock surrender, her grin widening. “Hey, no judgment. I’m just saying, you two might want to invest in a lock—or put a sock on the door or at least give me a heads-up next time.”

Y/N chuckled, seemingly unbothered by the situation. She leaned down to press a quick kiss to Daniela’s temple, her voice low and teasing.

“Your roommate’s fun,” she murmured.

Daniela gave her a look, her cheeks still burning. “She’s something,” she muttered, before shooting Manon—who still stood and stared—another glare. “Are you go’na leave, or are you planning to stand there and be a creepy all night?”

Manon shrugged, stepping backward toward her room. “Relax, I’m going,” she said, though her smirk remained firmly in place. “Just... maybe keep it PG-13 until we get back, yeah?”

Before Daniela could retort, Manon disappeared down the hall, the sound of her door clicking shut echoing in her wake.

Daniela let out a long sigh, slumping back against her bed as she covered her face with her hands. “I’m never going to hear the end of this,” she mumbled.

Y/N laughed softly, tugging Daniela’s hands away from her face so she could look at her. “Hey, at least she didn’t seem mad,” she said, her tone light and reassuring.

“That’s because she thrives on moments like this,” Daniela grumbled, though her irritation was quickly melting away under the warmth of Y/N’s gaze. “She’s probably already thinking of ways to tease me about it for the next week.”

“Well,” Y/N said, her lips quirking into a mischievous smile, “if it makes you feel any better, I thought it was kind of funny.”

Daniela sighed again, though this time there was a hint of a smile on her lips. “You would,” she said, wrapping her arms around Y/N’s waist and pulling her closer. “You’re just lucky you’re too cute to stay mad at, hermosa.”

“Flattery will get you everywhere,” Y/N teased, leaning in to brush her lips against Daniela’s.

And despite the interruption, it didn’t take long for the world to blur away again. But of course, after a second time being ushered by none another than a less than delighted Sophia, they finally left the house.

[spiderb00]

Barbie n ken - Kids out universe

Yn was like Barbie, and Sophia was like Ken. It means that Sophia has a fucking boner for Yn.

Before we start - it's not a complete smut, it's just suggestive, I'm just introducing a few things before starting the chapters of Kids out.

All of this belongs to the Fam out/kids out universe, so if you want to read the previous chapters you can find them in the fam out masterlist.

And you can also find headcanons and things about fam out in the #fam out, on my profile. Have fun <3

It started with a joke, an innocent joke between Sophia's family. When you first went to meet Sophia's family, you tried everything you could to impress them and convince them that you were perfect for their little girl. So you cooked with her mom, helped her dad change the tire on his car — when the tire went flat in the middle of a ride — and even helped her siblings beat the level in the game they were fighting.   

All of this earned you one of the funniest titles you've ever had, "Barbie." One night, when you were all talking, Sophia's father made an innocent joke, saying that you were like the real-life Barbie and could practice all professions. Although he was only joking, he wasn't wrong, and Sophia knew it. Oh, she definitely knew that. 

Sophia admired how you could do ANYTHING, if you knew, you would, and if you didn't, you'd learn to start doing it. It was something of your personality that the Filipina loved, maybe she would even feel things when you showed that side of you, and it's good for you that you showed it almost always.   

The shower had broken...  

And two of the Kats couldn't take a cold shower anymore, whenever they got out of the shower, they would have a thousand complaints to make.   

"URG! I hate this shower, I thought the technician would come today?!" Daniela says, leaving the room with an angry expression.   

From the couch you can hear the Latina's complaint. Today was your day off work, so after texting Sophia, and finding out that Filipina was off duty, too, you quickly hopped in your car and drove to the Kats' house.   

"What is she talking about?" You asked Sophia, who had her head on your chest, her eyes glazed over the movie you were watching on television.   

"The shower in her and Manon's room is broken, with no hot water." The Filipina responds, moving and trying to get more comfortable against you.  

"I could take a look, it doesn't seem like a big deal. In fact, it reminds me of when I met you." Sophia lifted her head from your chest, looking at you with big eyes.   

The truth is, the thought of seeing you fix anything made Sophia extremely... excited. Biting her lower lip, Sophia shook her head, standing up and saying she would ask the girls if it was okay for you to check out the faulty shower.   

When Manon and Daniela agreed, without a second thought, you grabbed the small toolbox, which was in your trunk, and headed towards the girls' bathroom. You soon saw the problem, grabbing your tools and starting to do what had to be done. Your concentration was so great, you were missing the extremely dirty look your girlfriend was giving you. At the same time that Sophia wasn't proud of her thoughts, she also thought that you and she are dating, so fuck it.   

She observed everything. The way your hands fiddled with the tools, the way your shirt went up a little - exposing your skin - every time you raised your hand, the way your veins were more apparent when you put in the slightest bit of force, damn it, even your face of concentration was driving her crazy. 

Putting everything back in place, you turned on the shower, putting it on warm temperature, and then gradually increasing it, just to make sure everything was working. When everything seemed good, you closed the toolbox, giving a smile to Sophia, who seemed too hypnotized to reciprocate.   

"Okay girls, everything working." You said, leaving the bathroom with Sophia behind.   

"Oh my god Yn, you're an angel." Daniela said, throwing her head back as she thanked you.   

"Thank you Yn, you saved us." Manon said, smiling at you.   

Before you could even answer properly Sophia had already pulled your hand, just giving you time to say goodbye to the girls before being dragged out of the house. Seeing Sophia taking your car keys from the keychain, Yoonchae quickly jumped out of her place on the couch, the girl had taken the place in front of the television after you left.  

"Where are you going?" Yoonchae asked, curious to see if she could come along.   

"Yn has a few things to sort out. I'll be back later." Sophia said, still dragging you by the wrist.   

You tried to understand the situation, with Sophia still tugging at your wrist, you tried to call her, running out of answers every time.   

"Sophia! What are you doing? I have nothing to solve." You said, pulling your wrist from the girl's grip, making her turn to you quickly. 

"Yes, you do! You will resolve the situation you left me, and you will resolve it properly. Now get in the damn car and drive to your house." The Filipina said, looking at you as if daring you to disagree with her. 

With a smile on your face, you finally understood what had happened. Raising your hands in surrender, you turned around the car, opening the door for Sophia to get in, closing it soon after and going to the driver's seat. That would be a long afternoon.

As a child, you didn't know exactly what you wanted to do with your life, precisely because you had many skills, you didn't know which one to choose to do for the rest of your life. But at a certain point, you fell in love with cooking, so when you finished high school, you decided to do gastronomy, and now you had a really good job as a chef's assistant.   

 In fact, that has always been your position at the restaurant, "The Plaza" originally started with you and your mom, she did the food, you helped and delivered the orders with your old bike. You two spent a long time like this, working just to keep up with the bills, and the small restaurant had been a way your mother had found to distract herself after her divorce from your father.   

Even though it had an unpretentious beginning, the restaurant took a huge leap in growth, becoming a 5-star restaurant years later. Your mother was a great cook, she had a gastronomy diploma stored in the drawer for a long time, and when she finally started using it, things started to move towards success.   

When you decided to study gastronomy, your mother jumped for joy, so when you turned eighteen, she officially hired you and taught you everything she could. The Kats constantly went to The Plaza, especially when you were working, the Kats loved the food, and Sophia loved to see you in uniform. 

You were warned that the Kats were at the restaurant. Washing your hands and saying you'd be back in five minutes, you walked quickly toward the restaurant hall greeting the customers you saw regularly with a friendly smile.   

"Look if they're not my favorite girls." You said, approaching the table where the Kats had sat. Sophia getting up from her chair and leaving a kiss on your lips.  

Yoonchae standing up too and hugging your waist, making you hug the younger girl back. After releasing Yoonchae, the rest of the Kats greeted you with smiles, all with menus in hand.   

"Have you been waiting too long?" The restaurant was packed, and there were people outside waiting for their tables.  

"Just a little bit." Sophia said, still standing next to you, the shorter woman leaning over you, resting her chin on your chest.  

"You could have called me." You said, placing one of your arms around Sophia's waist. The sleeve of your uniform was pulled up to your elbow, showing some of the tattoos you had.   

"We told her that, but your girlfriend is boring." Daniela said as she put the menu on the table.   

"Well, make your requests and I'll try to advance you." You say, winking at Sophia, that you seemed to want to melt into your arms.  

While the girls were busy figuring out what they were going to ask for, Sophia still had her chin on your chest, looking at you with puppy eyes.  

"What do you want?" You ask, laughing lightly, already knowing that the Filipina had something in mind.  

"You look so sexy in uniform." She said, standing correctly and running her hands over your chest, until she placed them on the back of your neck.   

"Sophia, we're in the middle of the hall" You said embarrassed, but still putting your hands around the waist of the woman.   

"Can I sleep at your house today?" She asked, her puppy eyes shining at you, as she tilted her head to the right side, her glossy lips now had a beak. Fuck! How could you say no to her?  

"Of course, my love. But now I have to go." You said, kissing her lips once more and pulling away quickly, but not without losing the sly smile on her lips. 

You were happy, and even though you had a big job ahead of you, you were still very happy. The parts to assemble your new setup finally arrived, it was a PC with much more capacity than your old one, ensuring that you could play many more games and in better quality.

You were about two hours assembling and putting everything in its place, and you weren't even halfway through. Your shirt had been thrown on the floor for a long time, you now wearing only a Calvin Klein top and sweatpants, Scooby and Max had already slept, giving up watching you put it all together. You were alone with the dogs, but you knew Sophia would be back in a few hours, she and the Kats were rehearsing a lot for the Jingle Ball performance.   

Before you even had a chance to think of her again, the rattling of the door could be heard downstairs, the security alarm remained silent, signaling to you that Sophia was home. The Filipina screamed your name, making you respond, following the sound of your voice, Sophia found you in one of the rooms of the house, the one you had chosen to set up your game room.  

As soon as Sophia arrived at the door, she stopped suddenly. She saw you, shirtless, hands fiddling with something, she didn't pay attention. How would she pay attention to the crap you held when her wife was shirtless? Your back muscles showing when you made slight movements. Looking down, Sophia saw how perfect your ass looked in those sweatpants and she wanted to grab and bite every inch of your body.   

"Yn." Sophia called.  

"Hm." You replied, without taking your eyes off the thing in your hand.

"Can we go to our room?" Sophia said, her voice sounding remote.   

Delicately dropping the thing you had in your hands on the table, you turned to Sophia with a confused expression. Giving her now the view of your breasts and your abdomen, the Filipina was about to jump on you.  

 "Is everything okay with you?" You asked, seeing the shorter woman approach you, taking your hand in hers.  

"Yes, but in a few hours we may not be able to walk anymore." She said, dragging you into the room, closing the door with a thud. 

I debated a lot with myself if I should post this as a Fam out chapter, but it kind of doesn't fit as a chapter, because it doesn't make the story move.

And it also can't be put in Kids out because it's not necessarily an smut, so it's just some random situations that happened in the kids out universe (as it's more inclined to the sujestive side I thought it would be better that way)

Anyway, the requests are closed, but if you have any thoughts about fam out (or about any other story) you can still send me in the inbox, I will answer <3

[hazel-tanthamore22]

Jealous

Sophia lafortaza x katseye!6thmember!freader

Sypnosis: You had gotten a new hair style, now to sophia, it felt like the world was against her and everyone wanted you

Warning: a lot of jealousy, sophia is possessive as hell, swearing, Anything else I might miss

You had gone out a few hours ago, not telling anyone where or to do what. It caused you to receive some rather questioning looks but no one really liked into it, soon going back to doing their own things as you exited the kats dorm, telling them you'll be back by nightfall.

You got back relatively early, earlier than even you expected. You twist the keys and step in the house, silence engulfing the living room before you even close the door. All six other members staring, reactions kind of hard ro make out, except for Manon and Dani who's Jaws are basically on the floor.

You'd come back home with a platinum blonde wolf cut. You chuckled a bit nervously as you close the door and walk further into the house.

"OH MY GOOOD you look soo good" Dani practically squells as she rises from her spot on the couch and runs to you, fingers threading through your hair as she inspects it. Everyone but Sophia soon follows, bombarding you with questions and compliments.

Your eyes drift and meet Sophia's despite everyone else's attention being on you. Her face is neutral but there's a flicker of something else in her eyes, something you can't quite pinpoint.

The girls hover around you like, as Sophia would describe it, moths attracted to light. They stay close the rest of the day, touching you hair in every living moment the get the chance. Manon even took some pictures and posted them on weverse and Instagram

The fans, as always, were going feral. This is normal for all of them, but for some reason, Sophia didn't like it one bit. You got new hair so what? Sure you look very good right, very, very good but didn't give everyone the right to fawn over you like that.

And the next few days proved to be even worse. You gained more traction and that just meant more thirsty comments and fans shipping you with anything that breathes.

Sophia hasn't spoken about it, and hod forbid she does. She's always praised herself for not being the jealous one, so if she expresses her feelings for this shel never hear the end of it.

Anytime one of the members commented on your hair, she felt like telling them to get their hands off you. Whenever a stylist spent too long "fixing" you hair she wanted to curse them out, but she kept herself and her temper in check.

Buy today it was different. You guys had just finished a music bank performance and were with Jaehyun and Eunchae who were mcing.

You and Eunchae were close due to you being onlyva year older than her. "So n/n, you have new hair now, it looks nice" She says with her cheeky smile. "Thanks eunchae-yah" replying with a smile that mirrored hers was probably a mistake. Because that's what led to you being dragged to Sophia's dressing room after the recording was done.

"What the hell was that?" Sophia asks, her voiced laced with venom as she stares at you. "What was what?" You ask clueless, you've never seen Sophia like this, it's scary, hot, but very scary.

"Fucking flirting with other idols now that you have new hair" She almost yells, keeping herself calm, just slightly. That's when it clicked for you, she was jealous.

You walk closer to her, placing your hands on either side of her waist. "Soph, baby, are you jealous?" You ask, searching her face for any underlying emotions. "Jealous" she scoffs "don't get too full of yourself" she huffs with her arms crossed, eyes looking everywhere but you

You place a gentle kiss to her lips, which causes her to look back at you. "Sophia, you do know I love only you right" you state with a soft smile. "I like no one else bit you ok?" You pause, making sure she understands the deepness of your words "I'll tell the girls to stop touching my hair so much if it'll appease you" you search her face, looking for any hint of anger left.

Her face softens, tho having a small pout as she nods. You smile in responds, placing another lingering kiss on her lips. "I love you ok? No one can change that." You whisper with your forehead resting on hers.

The trip back to the dorm was peaceful, holding Sophia's hand while she rests her head on your shoulder was the best outcome you could've asked for after her previous feelings. And unluckily for Sophia, yoonchae had been eavesdropping and told all the members.

The next few days were filled with teasing but Sophia didn't mind for the most part, the girls stopped touching you a lot and fans soon calmed down on the swooning. She could be jealous but you love her either way, and you would make sure she knew that she was the only one you'll love.

[phamapple]

MAKE UP

After getting tired of hearing manon weep about her ex girlfriend, her friends thinks it’s a good idea to implant the thought of ways to possibly win her ex back

Warnings; fluff, fem!reader, db manon, hands holding, exes to lovers, they say I love you like more than 3 times, they’re so in love ughhh, based on a real life situation, they kiss, lmk if I missed anything cuz I think there’s a lot that I missed :P 3.2k WC

Manon's friends had had enough of her moping around campus. It had been weeks since her breakup with y/n, and Manon was still stuck in a rut. She'd lost interest in her favorite hobbies, her grades were slipping, and she'd even stopped bothering to style her hair in the morning. Her friends had tried everything to get her out of her funk - from dragging her to parties to forcing her to watch hours of rom-coms - but nothing seemed to be working.

That was when they came up with the plan. It was bold, it was daring, and it was just a little bit crazy. But Manon's friends were convinced it was the only way to get her back with y/n, and they were determined to make it happen.

As Manon sat in the cafeteria, nursing a cup of cold coffee and staring blankly out the window, her friends gathered around her, their eyes shining with excitement. "Okay, Manon, we've got a plan," one of them said, barely containing her grin. "And it's going to get you back with y/n in no time."

Manon raised an eyebrow, skeptical. "What is it?" she asked, her voice laced with doubt.

Her friends leaned in, their voices barely above a whisper. "We're going to get you to pull y/n aside, alone, and then... well, then it's up to you."

Manon's eyes widened as she realized what her friends were suggesting. It was crazy, it was reckless, and it was just a little bit terrifying. But as she thought about it, she couldn't help but feel a spark of hope. Maybe, just maybe, this was the chance she needed to win y/n back.

Manon's heart was racing as she thought about the plan. She had to admit, it was tempting. She had been wanting to talk to y/n for weeks, but every time she saw her, she froze up. This could be her chance to finally express her feelings and see if there was still a spark between them.

"Okay, I'll do it," Manon said finally, trying to sound confident.

Her friends cheered and clapped, excited that their plan was going to work. "We'll help you come up with a script and everything," one of them said. "You'll be a pro in no time."

Manon smiled, feeling a sense of determination wash over her. She was going to do this, and she was going to make it work.

The rest of the day was a blur as Manon and her friends worked on the plan. They came up with a script, practiced Manon's lines, and even rehearsed the whole thing in front of the mirror.

By the time the bell rang, signaling the end of the school day, Manon was feeling more confident than she had in weeks. She was ready to do this.

As she walked out of the school building, Manon scanned the courtyard, looking for y/n. She spotted her standing by the fountain, laughing with a group of friends.

Manon took a deep breath, feeling her heart pound in her chest. This was it. This was her chance.

She started to walk towards y/n, her friends cheering her on from behind. Manon's palms were sweaty, and her legs felt like jelly, but she didn't let that stop her.

She reached out and grabbed y/n's hand, pulling her aside. "Hey, can I talk to you for a minute?" Manon asked, trying to sound casual.

y/n looked at her in surprise, but she nodded and followed Manon to a more secluded area.

Manon's heart was racing as she looked at y/n. This was it. This was her chance to tell y/n how she really felt.

But as she looked into y/n's eyes, Manon felt her confidence start to slip. What if y/n didn't feel the same way? What if she had moved on?

Manon's mind was racing with doubts and fears, but she knew she had to push through them. She took a deep breath and started to speak...

y/n raised an eyebrow, looking at Manon with a mixture of confusion and amusement. "Hey, are you okay?" she asked, her voice soft and gentle.

Manon felt her face heat up with embarrassment. She quickly looked away, trying to compose herself. But she couldn't help sneaking another glance at y/n.

y/n's eyes sparkled with laughter, and she took a step closer to Manon. "Seriously, what's going on?" she asked, her voice low and husky.

Manon's heart skipped a beat as she felt y/n's warm breath on her skin. She swallowed hard, trying to find her voice. But all she could manage was a weak smile.

y/n's expression softened, and she reached out to gently brush a strand of hair out of Manon's face. "Hey, it's okay," she said, her voice full of kindness. "You can tell me what's wrong."

Manon's heart melted at y/n's touch. She felt like she was drowning in y/n's eyes, and she couldn't look away. She was trapped in the moment, unable to speak or move.

All she could do was stare at y/n, her heart pounding in her chest. She was completely at y/n's mercy, and she didn't even care.

Manon's eyes darted around, avoiding y/n's gaze. She fidgeted with her hands, trying to appear calm. "I don't know, I just...I wanted to know if you're doing okay, I guess," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

y/n's expression changed from soft to curious. She took a step closer to Manon, her eyes locked on hers. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice low and gentle.

Manon's heart skipped a beat as y/n's face drew closer. She could feel y/n's warm breath on her skin, and it sent shivers down her spine. She tried to focus on the conversation, but her mind kept wandering back to the way y/n's eyes sparkled in the sunlight.

"I mean, after we broke up, I just...I wanted to make sure you're doing okay," Manon repeated, trying to sound casual despite her racing heart.

y/n's eyes searched Manon's face, as if looking for something. After a moment, she nodded slowly. "I'm doing okay, I guess," she said, her voice measured. "But I have to ask, Manon...why are you asking me this now?"

Manon's eyes dropped to the ground, and she shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. "I don't know, I just...I care about you, I guess," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

y/n's expression softened, and she took another step closer to Manon. "You care about me?" she repeated, her voice low and gentle.

Manon's heart skipped a beat as y/n's face drew even closer. She could feel y/n's warm breath on her skin, and it sent shivers down her spine. She nodded slowly, her eyes still fixed on the ground.

y/n's hand reached out, and she gently lifted Manon's chin, forcing her to meet her gaze. "Manon, look at me," she said, her voice soft but firm.

Manon's eyes locked onto y/n's, and she felt like she was drowning in their depths. She couldn't look away, couldn't breathe. All she could do was stare at y/n, her heart pounding in her chest.

Manon's eyes locked onto y/n's, and she felt like she was drowning in their depths. She couldn't look away, couldn't breathe. All she could do was stare at y/n, her heart pounding in her chest.

y/n's eyes searched Manon's face, as if looking for something. After a moment, she nodded slowly. "I care about you too, Manon," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Manon's heart skipped a beat. She hadn't expected y/n to say that. She thought she'd be angry, or hurt, or maybe even indifferent. But instead, y/n's words sent a warmth spreading through her chest.

"Really?" Manon asked, her voice shaking slightly.

y/n nodded again. "Really," she repeated. "But I have to ask, Manon...what do you want from me?"

Manon's eyes dropped to the ground again. She hadn't thought this far ahead. She'd just wanted to talk to y/n, to see how she was doing. But now, faced with y/n's question, she realized she didn't know what she wanted.

"I don't know," Manon admitted, feeling a little foolish.

y/n's expression softened. "It's okay, Manon," she said. "We can figure it out together."

Manon's heart swelled with emotion. She felt a sense of hope she hadn't felt in weeks. Maybe, just maybe, she and y/n could work things out.

As they stood there, locked in each other's gaze, Manon felt like she was melting into y/n's eyes. She couldn't look away, couldn't breathe. All she could do was stare at y/n, her heart pounding in her chest.

The world around them melted away, leaving only the two of them, suspended in a moment of pure possibility.

Manon took a deep breath, her heart racing with anticipation. She knew it was a risk, but she couldn't help how she felt. "I want to get back together," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

y/n's expression changed, a mix of surprise and curiosity crossing her face. But as she looked into Manon's eyes, she saw the sincerity and vulnerability there. She saw the love and regret that Manon had been carrying around for weeks.

y/n's face softened, and she took a step closer to Manon. "I've missed you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Manon's heart skipped a beat. "I've missed you too," she replied, her voice shaking with emotion.

y/n's eyes searched Manon's face, and she saw the love and devotion there. She saw the girl who had captured her heart, and she knew that she couldn't resist her.

"Okay," y/n said finally, a small smile on her face. "Let's try again."

Manon's face lit up with joy, and she threw her arms around y/n. "I promise I won't mess it up this time," she whispered, her voice muffled against y/n's shoulder.

y/n laughed and hugged her back. "I promise to forgive you if you do," she replied, her voice filled with warmth and love.

As they hugged, Manon felt a sense of relief and happiness wash over her. She had gotten a second chance, and she was determined to make the most of it. She held y/n close, feeling grateful for this new beginning, and knowing that their love was strong enough to overcome any obstacle.

As they hugged, Manon's face accidentally brushed against y/n's lips, causing them to share a sweet, unexpected kiss. It was a brief, gentle touch, but it sent shivers down Manon's spine. She pulled back, her face flushing with surprise and delight.

y/n's eyes sparkled with amusement, and she smiled softly. "I guess we're a little rusty at this," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Manon laughed, feeling a little self-conscious but also relieved that y/n wasn't upset. "I guess so," she replied, her voice shaking slightly.

As they stood there, smiling at each other, Manon felt a sense of connection and intimacy that she hadn't felt in weeks. It was like no time had passed at all, and they were back to where they had started.

y/n's eyes never left Manon's face, and after a moment, she reached out and took Manon's hand. "Let's walk," she said, her voice soft and gentle.

Manon's heart skipped a beat as she felt y/n's hand wrap around hers. It was a simple gesture, but it felt like so much more. It felt like a promise, a commitment to each other.

As they walked, hand in hand, Manon felt a sense of happiness and contentment wash over her. She had never felt this way with anyone before, and she knew that she never would again.

They walked in comfortable silence for a few minutes, enjoying the warm sunshine and the sound of birds chirping in the trees. It was a peaceful, idyllic scene, and Manon felt grateful to be a part of it.

As they turned a corner, they were surprised to see a group of people watching them. Manon's face flushed with embarrassment, and she tried to pull her hand out of y/n's.

But y/n just laughed and held on tight. "Don't worry about it," she said, her voice amused. "We're just happy, that's all."

Manon smiled, feeling a little self-conscious but also relieved that y/n wasn't upset. "I guess we are," she replied, her voice shaking slightly.

The group of people cheered and clapped, and Manon's face flushed with embarrassment. But y/n just laughed and waved, enjoying the attention.

As they walked away, hand in hand, Manon felt a sense of happiness and contentment wash over her. She knew that she had found her soulmate in y/n, and she was grateful for every moment they spent together.

They walked for a few more minutes, enjoying the sunshine and each other's company. They talked about their plans for the future, their dreams and aspirations.

As they walked, Manon felt a sense of connection and intimacy with y/n that she had never felt before. It was like they were two pieces of a puzzle, fitting together perfectly.

After a while, they decided to stop and get some ice cream. They sat down at a small table outside, enjoying the warm sunshine and each other's company.

As they ate their ice cream, Manon felt a sense of happiness and contentment wash over her. She knew that she had found her soulmate in y/n, and she was grateful for every moment they spent together.

They sat there for a few more minutes, enjoying each other's company. They talked about their plans for the future, their dreams and aspirations.

As they sat there, Manon felt a sense of connection and intimacy with y/n that she had never felt before. It was like they were two pieces of a puzzle, fitting together perfectly.

After a while, they decided to walk some more. They strolled through the park, enjoying the warm sunshine and each other's company.

As they walked, Manon felt a sense of happiness and contentment wash over her. She knew that she had found her soulmate in y/n, and she was grateful for every moment they spent together.

They walked for a few more minutes, enjoying the sunshine and each other's company. They talked about their plans for the future, their dreams and aspirations.

As they walked, Manon felt a sense of connection and intimacy with y/n that she had never felt before. It was like they were two pieces of a puzzle, fitting together perfectly.

After a while, they decided to head back to y/n's place. They walked hand in hand, enjoying the warm sunshine and each other's company.

As they walked, Manon felt a sense of happiness and contentment wash over her. She knew that she had found her soulmate in y/n, and she was grateful for every moment they spent together.

They walked for a few more minutes, enjoying the sunshine and each other's company.

As they walked, Manon felt a sense of connection and intimacy with y/n that she had never felt before.

As the evening drew to a close, Manon and y/n decided to head back to y/n's place for a quiet dinner together. They spent the evening cooking up a storm in the kitchen, laughing and chatting as they worked.

As they sat down to eat, Manon couldn't help but feel grateful for this second chance with y/n. She looked across the table at y/n, who was smiling at her with eyes that shone with love.

"Thank you for tonight," Manon said, her voice filled with emotion. "I'm so grateful to have you back in my life."

y/n's smile softened, and she reached out to take Manon's hand. "I'm grateful too," she said. "I promise to always communicate with you, to listen to you and support you. I love you, Manon."

Manon's heart swelled with love and gratitude. "I love you too, y/n," she replied, squeezing her hand gently. "I promise to do the same - to always be there for you, to listen to you and support you. I'm so sorry again for what happened before. I promise to make it up to you."

y/n's eyes sparkled with tears as she smiled at Manon. "You don't have to make it up to me," she said. "You're already doing it, just by being here with me. I love you, Manon."

As they finished their meal and sat together in comfortable silence, Manon knew that their love was stronger than ever. They had been given a second chance, and they were determined to make the most of it.

As they sat together in comfortable silence, Manon felt y/n's eyes on her, and she knew that she was being drawn into a kiss. She leaned in, her heart pounding with excitement, and y/n met her halfway.

Their lips touched, and Manon felt a spark of electricity run through her body. The kiss was soft and gentle, but it was also filled with a deep passion and love.

As they kissed, Manon felt like she was home. She felt like she was exactly where she was meant to be, with the person she was meant to be with.

y/n's arms wrapped around her, pulling her close, and Manon felt like she was melting into her. The kiss deepened, and Manon felt like she was drowning in y/n's love.

As they broke apart for air, Manon smiled up at y/n, feeling happy and content. "I love you," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

y/n smiled back, her eyes shining with love. "I love you too," she replied, her voice filled with emotion.

As they sat together, wrapped in each other's arms, Manon knew that she had found her forever love in y/n. And she knew that she would never let her go again.

[sirenontheloose]

HAVE  A LOVELY DAY

Not everyone deserves to be in your life, even if they once meant everything.

GENRE: angst

Dani’s words hit you like a punch to the stomach. She sighed heavily, her face was unreadable. “Let’s keep this from the girls,” she said quietly, standing up from the edge of her bed. For a moment, you just stared at her, struggling to process what you’d heard. “What?” you managed, your voice trembling with disbelief. The disappointment was clear, and you didn’t even care if she noticed.

Dani turned to face you, her expression cold, unfamiliar. It was like looking at a stranger, and it hurt more than you thought it could. “It’s not that complicated, Y/N,” she said, her tone sharper now, as if you were the one being unreasonable. “This was just a one-night stand. The girls don’t need to know every detail of our lives.”

Your chest tightened, the words hanging in the air, suffocating you. “A one-night stand?” you repeated, barely a whisper. It was like you needed to hear it again to make sure you weren’t imagining things.

She let out a bitter laugh, almost as if she was mocking you. “Yes, a one-night stand. You didn’t actually think this was serious, did you?”

The disbelief quickly melted into anger, the kind that burned and made your hands shake, your vision blurring as tears threatened to spill. You took a shaky breath, trying to hold it together, but the pain was too much. You scrambled to put your clothes on, hands trembling as the anger rose in your chest.

Without thinking, you turned back to her. The slap came before you could stop yourself, the sharp sound cutting through the silence. Her eyes widened, but you didn’t care. “Fuck you,” you said, your voice raw with emotion. You didn’t wait for her response. You stormed out of the room, the door slamming shut behind you, leaving Dani and her cruel words behind. 

It had been a week since you’d disappeared, and the girls could sense something had happened. They couldn’t quite put their finger on it, but the unanswered calls and unread messages had them worried. But you had let them know through your mom that you were fine when Sophia, Manon, and Lara came by to check on you. You weren’t ready to face them just yet, especially Daniela. It stung, but you knew you had to pull yourself together. Your week of self-imposed isolation was over, and it was time to step back into reality.

When you walked through the hallway, it was impossible not to notice the change. Your mini black dress and red heels, almost as if you were stepping into a different world, had the students staring in awe. It was clear, the one and only Y/N Y/L/N had returned, and the school wasn’t going to forget it. Sophia’s scream of surprise echoed across the hallway, and you couldn’t help but smirk, feeling a surge of confidence. You’d been gone, but now? Now, you were back, and you owned the room.

Lara gasped, "Damn girl, you look hot!" She grinned, motioning for you to do a quick spin so she could get a full view of your outfit. You couldn’t help but giggle. As much as you weren't looking forward to facing Dani after that whole mess, you knew you'd be an idiot to let something as trivial as “a one night stand” get in the way of the fun with the other girls.

"I thought you were dying," Manon teased, pulling you into a hug, her eyes narrowing slightly as she sensed something was off despite your smiles. The girls were all fawning over how gorgeous you looked, but Manon knew you well enough to notice the subtle shift. You returned her hug with a small, appreciative smile and walked alongside the girls, purposefully ignoring Dani’s presence. Hoping it was clear to her that whatever you had with her, it was over. 

It wasn’t exactly a secret that a lot of people had a crush on you. With your striking looks, your soft brown locks, your reputation as the model student with straight A’s, and most importantly, the sweet smile you offer to everyone every single day. It was no wonder you were a magnet for attention. Flowers, gifts, and letters? All part of your daily routine. Honestly, every day felt like Valentine’s Day for you.

Megan and Yoonchae eagerly reached for the boxes of chocolates you handed them as you settled into your seat across from Sophia.

“What do you want for lunch? I’ll grab it for you,” Sophia offered, brushing a strand of hair from your face before sending you a playful wink. You felt your cheeks warm at the familiar gesture. You’d never get used to her spontaneous acts of affection. “I’ll have pasta, please,” you replied, humming softly as she stood up to order for both of you.

Dani’s eyes followed you across the room as you laughed and chatted with everyone except her. It was clear to her that you weren’t going to make it easy. With a deep breath, Dani stood up from her seat beside Lara and walked over to you.

"Can we talk?" she said flatly. It wasn’t a request, and you knew better than to make a scene, so you nodded and silently walked toward the least crowded corner, hoping no one, especially one of the girls, overheard.

Standing across from her, arms crossed and guarded, you leveled your gaze at Dani. "What do you want?"

"If you keep acting like this, the girls will notice. They’ll figure it out soon enough," Dani huffed, her tone almost pleading.

You let out a bitter chuckle. "You should feel lucky I’m still letting you be in my presence," you said, your voice tight. "And I don’t care if they know."

You turned to leave, but Dani’s voice stopped you.

"So, that’s it? You’re just gonna end our friendship over this?" She bit the words out, her eyes searching for any hint of softness.

You scoffed. "You know damn well we were never just friends." Your gaze hardened as you delivered the final blow. "Our friendship ended the moment you kissed me five months ago. Don’t act like you didn’t know that." With a shake of your head, you added, "Have a lovely day, Dani." You walked away, leaving her with nothing more to say, just the weight of her choices hanging between you.

THE END

[overadores]

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁only star ✮ manon bannerman

She may be the reason I survive

pairing.ᐟ actress!manon bannerman x reader

about.ᐟ when actress Manon Bannerman walks into your record store searching for a rare vinyl, she doesn’t expect you to be clueless about her fame. the brief encounter turns intriguing when a fan outs Manon’s identity, leading you to chase after her and get her number, but the connection is quickly tested—paparazzi ambush the both of you, forcing an escape to your apartment, where you bond in private. As you get a glimpse of Manon’s chaotic world, the reality of dating someone famous becomes overwhelming and just when things start to feel real, Manon’s girlfriend returns from L.A., ready to reclaim her place.

genre.ᐟ fluff, kind of angsty

wc.ᐟ 1094 words

a/n.ᐟ the song isn't really necessary, but i just want to appreciate this song cuz it just make me feel something, also i might not post or i'll try to post another angst today (thesis been biting me in the fuckin ass). anyways, happy valentines, my lovely peepz!

The why and wherefore I'm alive

The bell above the door chimed as Manon Bannerman stepped into the vinyl shop, the scent of old records and dust filling her senses. She wasn’t sure why she chose this particular store—maybe it was instinct, or just blind luck—but she was searching for something rare. Something special.

Rows upon rows of vinyl stretched before her, a collector’s dream. As she made her way to the rare collections section, she was greeted by the shop’s owner, a charming individual with a welcoming smile.

“Looking for something special?” a warm voice called out.

She looked up to see the owner behind the counter. You had an easy confidence about you, a quiet charm. Not someone who immediately recognized her, and that was refreshing.

“Yes, actually,” Manon replied, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Do you happen to have The Beatles’ Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band, signed by all four Beatles?”

You frowned, tapping your fingers against the counter. “That’s a deep cut. Let me check.”

As you sifted through your catalog, Manon watched you. There was something about the way you moved—calm, deliberate, unaffected. She could tell you weren’t used to dealing with celebrities, and for some reason, she liked that.

“No luck,” you finally said, glancing up. “But I can put out feelers.”

Her lips twitched in amusement. “You really don’t know who I am, do you?”

You shrugged. “Should I?”

Before she could respond, a high-pitched squeal rang through the shop. “Oh my God, Manon Bannerman?” A young woman clutching a stack of records gawked at her. “I love Uncharted! Your performance was unreal!”

Manon stiffened slightly, her expression flickering between amusement and frustration. That was when it hit you—she was famous. Like, really famous.

A beat of silence stretched between you before she sighed, muttering, “Well, that answers that.” Then, with an apologetic half-smile, she turned and slipped out the door

You hesitated only a second before following. “Hey, Manon!” you called, jogging after her.

She glanced back, surprised.

“At least let me get your number for when I find that record.”

She studied you, lips quirking. Then, as if making a decision, she plucked the pen from behind your ear, grabbed your wrist, and scrawled a number across your skin.

“Good luck,” she said before disappearing into the city.

A week later, you were sitting in your apartment, sipping whiskey with Manon while hiding from a pack of paparazzi who had caught you outside a café. What started as a casual text about the record had spiraled into something else entirely.

She sat cross-legged on your worn-out couch, flipping through your vinyl collection with a lazy smile. “You really don’t care about all this, do you?”

“The flashing cameras? The tabloid buzz?” you mused. “Not really. I mean, it’s a little surreal, but you’re just… you.”

She exhaled, relaxing. “I like that.”

And for a while, it was good. Until reality crept in.

So it went, an unusual romance blooming between a quiet vinyl shop owner and a Hollywood star, but dating someone famous wasn’t all stolen moments and whispered secrets. It was dodging paparazzi in alleyways, waking up to your face in gossip columns, strangers dissecting your relationship online.

Just last night, you had booked a secluded part of a restaurant—minimal windows, barely any people. Yet somehow, the paparazzi still got in and if that wasn’t enough, a waiter had kept pestering Manon for a picture, completely ignoring the fact that you were trying to have a normal evening.

The night was ruined.

Afterward, you hadn’t spoken much. She tried to explain, insisting this was inevitable, that she couldn’t escape the spotlight.

“I just want a goddamn normal life and a non-showbiz girlfriend,” you had snapped in frustration.

Her face fell, the words cutting deeper than you had intended. Without another word, she walked out, leaving you alone with your regret.

The next day, armed with a bouquet, you knocked on her hotel door, ready to apologize. But instead of Manon, another woman answered—wearing Manon’s shirt.

Your heart clenched. “Hi, is Manon here?”

Before the woman could respond, Manon appeared, eyes widening when she saw you. She quickly pulled the other woman back inside and stepped into the hallway with you.

“Who the hell was that?” you demanded.

She hesitated. “That was my ex. She showed up causing a scene, and I let her in to calm her down.”

You didn’t believe it. “Really? Wearing your shirt?”

She sighed, exasperated. “It’s not what you think.”

You exhaled sharply and shoved the bouquet into her hands. “You know what? I give up.”

“No!” She grabbed your wrist. “Please, can we just talk?”

You contemplated, then shook your head. “I need to think this through. Can we take a break?”

She swallowed hard but nodded, stepping back into her room.

That night, you found yourself at your sister’s house, breaking down in her arms.

“Oh, darling, everything’s going to be fine,” she soothed.

You sniffled. “It doesn’t feel fine.”

She sighed. “You either accept her for who she is or find someone who fits your idea of normal.”

The words lingered in your mind.

The next day, you dragged yourself to work. It was quiet, save for the occasional customer. As you searched for Manon’s record, someone cleared their throat.

Looking up, you found her standing there—natural hair, no makeup, a soft, hopeful smile.

“Hi,” she said. “Can we talk?”

You led her to the back office.

“So, how was your weekend?” you asked lightly.

“Spent it in my hotel,” she admitted. “Thinking about how I messed up.”

Silence stretched between you before she continued, “I’m leaving today, but I wanted to see you—maybe to remind you that I still like you. A lot.”

You stared at her, heart pounding. “Manon…”

She bit her lip. “I know I come with baggage, but I don’t want to lose you. Maybe we can find a way to make this work?”

You hesitated, but then you thought of her smile, her laugh, the way she felt like home despite the chaos. Maybe your sister was right—you either accept someone for who they are or you walk away.

You reached into the drawer, pulling out a package. “I found something.”

Her brows lifted as she unwrapped it—The Beatles' Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band, not signed, but still pristine.

She laughed, teary-eyed. “It’s perfect.”

You grinned. “So, should we give this another shot?”

She nodded, stepping closer. “Yeah. Let’s try.”

And as she kissed you, soft and slow, you knew—you were all in.

[zomaxi]

vincent’s philosophy of love based on his absence of taste is really interesting, like the fact he only kills Manon because he thinks utilizing her in the cooking he feeds to rody will physically infuse the dish with love….since rody adored her….. Rody not eating the food he was given prior having the impression all his previous leftovers felt self absorbed snd devoid of love which is ironic for a chef who’s main job is to provide for other people. Vince has never done that. the bistro itself doesn’t cater towards the customer with its premade menus and he chases a way to find that selfless kind of love especially after he sees how loud and passionately Rody cares for Manon, he tries to express it in the only way he physically knows how. we have one character whos caring to a fault, dedicating their entire existence to serving someone else and putting their priorities above all else and another character who has exclusively lived for themselves thus far and even while trying to express love through cooking can’t do it outside of his own interest and need to accomplish creating something that feels selfless and genuine.

god i love them so much

[uniquexusposts]

The Dutch Grand Prix - M. Verstappen (2)

Summary: Y/n and Max meet again after the race in a restaurant.

Note: you ask and I write✨✨

Part 1

The sun was setting over the North Sea, casting a golden hue across the sandy dunes of Bergen aan Zee, a town north of Zandvoort. The small town was wrapped in a familiar calm, a peace that Y/n hadn’t felt in weeks. She’d left Zandvoort with her thoughts still racing as fast as the cars she’d watched earlier.

Now, in the fading light of the evening, she found herself drawn to her old favourite spot—an unassuming beach restaurant nestled just beyond the dunes, where the waves whispered against the shore and the world seemed to slow down. The place hadn’t changed much; the same weathered wood, the same string lights swaying in the breeze, the same scent of salt and seaweed lingering in the air. It felt like coming home. It was like coming home.

Y/n chose a table by the window, where she could watch the tide roll in as she tried to unravel the knot of feelings in her chest. The waitress greeted her with a warm smile, recognising her as a familiar face from years past. 

“Y/n L/n, right?”

Y/n nodded, trying to recall the girl. Who was she? Where did she know her from? “I know you from somewhere, but I can’t remember it…” She squinted her eyes. “What is your name, again?” 

“Manon,” the woman chuckled. 

Y/n’s eyes grew and a smile grew on her face. “Holy shit, you have changed so much,” she said. Manon used to be her classmate during primary school. 

“Honestly, it’s like twenty years ago. I saw you and I just immediately recognised you. How have you been? Still live in France?” 

This moment made Y/n happy, exactly what she needed after this weekend. “Yes, I still live in France, we still own the chateau. How are you?” 

They rolled into a conversation, reconnecting again. And luckily, the restaurant wasn’t busy at all, so Manon had some time to talk. During the chat, some other people of the restaurant joined the conversation. Bergen was a small town, everybody knew each other, and it was something big when Y/n’s family emigrated to France. This was like a reunion. 

“So, how what the Grand Prix?” Manon asked after her eyes fell on the pass that was still hanging around Y/n’s neck. 

“It was amazing, but I’m glad I’m having a moment of peace.”

They both laughed about it. Then Manon asked Y/n for her order. Just like the old days, Y/n ordered a citrus lemonade and the famous club sandwich. 

As the lemonade was served, she gazed out at the horizon, the sun dipping into the water, turning the sky into a canvas of oranges and pinks. She tried to lose herself in the view, in the simplicity of being alone. Yet, she couldn’t do it. She hadn’t expected to feel so…unsettled after the race, after seeing Julien again, and after that brief, electrifying conversation with Max. 

Max Verstappen. 

The name still felt foreign on her tongue, yet it lingered in her mind, a strange echo of something she couldn’t quite place. She’d tried to brush off the connection they’d shared in the garage, telling herself it was nothing more than a polite exchange. Why am I making such a big deal of it? He’s having this kind of conversation with everyone. This was some kind of pre programmed conversation. And everybody got trapped in it. 

A sudden burst of laughter pulled her out of her thoughts. Y/n turned her head, and her breath caught in her throat. There, at the entrance of the restaurant, stood Max. He wasn’t alone—his family was with him, all smiles and easy conversation, clearly enjoying the afterglow of his race. But his presence filled the space in a way that made the small restaurant seem suddenly smaller, more intimate.

For a moment, their eyes met across the room, and the world seemed to narrow to just the two of them. Max’s expression shifted from surprise to something softer, a recognition that mirrored her own. She hadn’t expected to see him again, not here, not like this. She had the impression Max would leave the track, and the concerning country, as quickly as possible. But here he was, at a beach restaurant, near a small town, 40 kilometres up north from Zandvoort. 

Y/n quickly looked away and felt her heart quicken, a mix of excitement and nerves fluttering in her chest. She never knew how to act when she saw a famous person. But for real, what were the odds? In this quiet corner of the world, after everything that had happened today, here he was—again. She looked into his direction again. Max offered her a small, almost shy smile, the kind that made her stomach flip. Then, without breaking eye contact, he said something to his family, and they all began moving toward her side of the restaurant. Y/n’s pulse raced as she realised they were being seated at the table next to hers.

Internal error. 

As they settled in, Max glanced her way again, and this time, there was a question in his eyes, as if he were silently asking if it was alright for him to be here, to share this space with her. Y/n answered with a small, reassuring smile.

Besides herself and Max’ family, there were only two other people in the restaurant. It was like everyone else was at Zandvoort, or watched the race at home. No one would be at this place and beach now. It was odd to Y/n, it felt like she was an intruder to his time with his family. She looked ahead of her, to the sunset and tried to distract herself from the fact that Max was sitting next to her. 

A few minutes passed with stolen glances, the two of them navigating the strange but not unpleasant tension that crackled between them. Eventually, the waitress brought over another chair, sliding it in between the two tables as if sensing the inevitable—bringing them closer together.

Max’s family, getting lost in their conversation, didn’t seem to notice as he moved his seat to bridge the gap between their tables. But Y/n noticed, her breath catching as he settled beside her, their elbows nearly brushing. He looked at her then, really looked at her, and in his eyes, she saw the same question she’d been asking herself all evening: what now?

“I didn’t expect to see you here,” Max said softly, his voice carrying a warmth that matched the glow of the setting sun. There was something in his tone, a mix of surprise and something else—something hopeful.

“Neither did I,” Y/n replied, her voice just as quiet, as if they were sharing a secret. “But it’s nice… to see a familiar face.”

Max smiled, a real, genuine smile that reached his eyes this time. “Yeah, it is.” The pressure was off. “Do you get here often?” Then he looked away and he smirked. “That sounded like a bad pick up line. I’m sorry.” 

The wasn’t wearing his Red Bull Racing shirt, but just a black T-shirt and it seemed like he became a completely different person. 

“Didn’t even notice it,” Y/n laughed along, but it indeed sounded like a bad pick up line. “But, actually, yes. Well, not really now, but when I was a child, yes.” She noticed the question in his eyes. “I grew up in Bergen, the town around the corner. I moved away when I was ten years old.”

“Really? To where? Let me guess. France? Because your…”

“Ex.”

He nodded. “Your ex,” he filled in, he caught a flash of hope in his stomach. “They spoke French.” But why was she here with her ex?

“Yes, yes, we moved to France when I was ten years old. Do you know Ik Vertrek?” Ik Vertrek was the Dutch version of the British No Going Back, where a family emigrates to another country to build a new life. 

He nodded. “No way,” he blurted and his eyes grew. “Which season and episode?”

“No,” Y/n laughed and covered her face with her hands. “Don’t you dare to look it up. But we were on that show, yeah.”

“You are a real reality star, Y/n,” Max teased. “And now? What’s happening with it now?”

“We are still running a business there.”

“Wow. I never met someone who was on Ik Vertrek.”

“And I never met a driver before,” she playfully replied, giving him a wink. 

A shy, but cheerful laugh rolled over Max’ lips. 

And just like that, the conversation flowed between them as easily as the waves outside, the earlier awkwardness melting away. Y/n carefully brought up the race. She didn’t want to only talk about the Grand Prix, she would understand if he wanted to talk about other things. And they talked about why Max was in Bergen; his family loved this place from weekend trips and they saw it as an opportunity to relive this moment again. Y/n found herself laughing more than she had in days, the weight of the weekend slowly lifting as they shared stories and memories.

As the evening wore on, the line between their two tables blurred until it was as if they were one group, one conversation, one shared experience. Max’s family welcomed her into their fold without hesitation, and Y/n felt a sense of belonging that she hadn’t felt in a long time. But most of all, she felt the connection between her and Max grow stronger with every passing moment, like a tide that couldn’t be held back.

Taglist: @itsjustkhaos@crashingwavesofeuphoria@maryvibess @chocolatefartstrawberry @snzleclerc @ironmaiden1313 @barcelonaloverf1life @itsjustkhaos

[pergaminaa]

I think milk is another thing that they don't agree on.

Aelin, Dorian and possibly even Chaol have no problems with drinking milk. Idk they seem to be like those people you know? Especially Dorian and Aelin because while reading, nothing beats snacking on cookies and a cold glass of milk because they're silly like that.

Manon (and the rest of the witches) is the opposite. They'd visibly flinch at the sight of someone drinking milk casually and honestly, Dorian thought the witches are being dramatic and he turned to Manon because she is different (they like to mess with him this is why he confirms things with Manon). However, she was reacting exactly the same way because ew this thing is disgusting and just the thought of it was enough to make her feel nauseous (but Dorian didn't think her being dramatic she's just being herself).

[pandalexoxo]

since i’ve watched youtubers play dead plate, it’s been on constantly my mind 😻 i’ve literally searched up gacha reactions, fanfics, edits, etc, just because i’m starting to obsess over the game. not to mention how little attraction it’s gained?! where is the fan art, the fanfics, the loveeee?!? 😭 anywho! just a little blurb i keep imagining in my head!

this takes place after ending 3 so please, keep in mind that this will contain spoilers for the third ending! you’ve been warned!

(DEAD PLATE X READER)

With his left hand, Rody puts pressure on where his left ear had been before Vincent had ripped it off and eaten it. He pants softly, unable to tear his gaze away from the flames that engulf the bistro.

Rody is able to break contact when he sees a shoe in the corner of his right eye. Rody’s body tenses as he looks over at the shoe, allowing his gaze to slowly move up to take in the owner of the shoe. Black leather shoes that shine bright from the fire’s light, black slacks and a white long sleeve button up underneath a black vest adorned with a black tie. Rody’s eyes widen at the face.

The persons expression is full of worry, the figure holds their hands out as if wanting to comfort Rody but feeling as if they shouldn’t overstep boundaries in such a clearly traumatic time. the figure’s mouth opens, mouthing some illegible words. Rody hasn’t realized that all this time his ears had been ringing, his brain already trying to force this moment into the back of his head.

Rody’s eyes fill up with tears and he sniffles. The ringing slowly fades out as the voice slowly registers. “Rody! Hey, are you alright? Hey, deep breathes, you don’t have to tell me what happened, let’s- here, can i lead you to my car…?” Rody feels tears flow down his cheek and drip off his chin and Rody feels like he’s breaking as he wetly smiles. “…(M/n)…”

The man, finally known as (M/n), looks relieved as Rody seems to snap out of his previous delirious state. “Rody… Hey… Let’s step away and go to my car, yeah?” Rody nods but takes one step and falls forward. (M/n) panics, stepping a few paces forwards to catch Rody.

Rody’s eyes close and he whines, letting his tears fall and openly sob as he mourns. Mourning over the truth he has learned, that his girlfriend was killed and cooked up by his boss, being served to Rody though, due to his inability to cook, he had not eaten the dish, which Rody is now thankful for. Rody finds himself surprisingly mourning over Vincent too, just wishing to make some money to whoo Manon and wanting to try to become closer to Vince, maybe even become friends. It’s too late, what’s done is done.

(M/n) sighs softly, his expression softening as he holds Rody close. He allows Rody to get all of his feelings out, hoping his friend will be able to feel better. “Rody… I don’t know what happened and you don’t need to tell me until you’re ready, but… Please … I want you to know that i’ll be here with you, for you… All the way...”

Rody’s body continues to heave from the force of his sobs but ultimately seems to be calming down. Rody is reduced to sniffles and he clears his throat to speak. “All the way…? You promise…?” (M/n) hums, rubbing Rody’s back soothingly. “All the way. I promise.”

Rody nods, feeling content before pulling away with a sheepish look, as his stomach growl. He scratches the back of his neck nervously but (M/n) breaks into laughter, causing Rody to follow suit. “(M/n)… Could we get something to eat…?” (M/n) nods, able to pull both of them up and lead Rody to his car. “Of course, my treat.”

[sillymommy6969]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝕾OPHIA

Sophia Laforteza x fem!reader

summary: your favourite thing about being a singer was the hours it would just be you and your producing equipment alone. with the help of lara, you put a lot more than just your imagination into your new track; sophia

warnings: angst, fluff, mean!sophia, internalized homophobia

When you sat in that chair, in front of the glorious table of high-end equipment, you felt all the negative energy from your life evaporated into nothingness. Creating art was a passion, the feeling of fulfillment you earned from completing a song you poured blood, sweat and tears into was irreplaceable.

Until you had the pleasure of knowing Sophia Laforteza.

Sophia was her own person. She knew what she was doing on Dream Academy, and she knew what she was doing as the current leader of Katseye. She took care of herself, she took care of her bandmates and she made sure everything worked.

When you and Sophia first began talking, it was… magical.

She was an absolute dream. Sophia’s love language was acts of service; she would cook for all the girls, but she’d make an extra cup of coffee for you with a cute pattern on top of it. She would come say goodnight, tucking you in and sometimes soothing you to sleep with Disney songs. On award shows and interviews, she’d always stand behind you, making sure you wouldn’t suffer from a wardrobe malfunction.

It was the small things that really had you hooked on her. And for a while, it was everything you could’ve imagined come true.

But, then, when things would turn serious and you started reciprocating the same sort of attention she was giving you, she began distancing herself. She was no longer staying behind to talk to you when the group would have nights out, and she’d always be busy scheduling for Katseye to hang.

When you confronted her about it, she brushed it off. “No, no, it’s nothing like that,” she said, “You’re overthinking.”

Giving her the benefit of the doubt, you only nodded.

So you let her string you along a little further, giving her your hand when she asked, following her around when she’d wag an enticing finger at you. It was obvious your crush had gradually grown into a love of sorts. At least, for you.

I think we could do it if we tried, if only to say, “You’re mine”.

“Manon and I need to pick up a delivery,” Megan announced, “We’re heading downtown if anybody wants to come.”

After four hours in the dance studio, listening to the same song and doing the same routine, rehearsal had finally come to a close. Everybody was worn, fatigued from the draining energy they had to keep up with.

“I’m heading home, so that’s an option too,” Daniela said.

Yoonchae decided to head home, but Lara wanted to go thrifting, so she would leave with the two in Megan’s car. Daniela rolled her window down, Yoonchae in the passenger seat. She nodded towards the two of you.

“You guys coming home with us?” she asked.

You glanced over at Sophia hopefully, praying she could make up some excuse for the two of you to be able to spend some time alone. Though none of the girls knew of your secret, even a blind man could see the two of you were good friends, so if Sophia would have just said no, they wouldn’t have paid either of you any mind. Alas, you didn’t seem to be on the same page, the way you have noticed the two of you have been.

“Actually, I have to do this thing alone… Y/N should be heading home with ya’ll though.” she answered for you, eyeing you in a ‘leader mode’ expression. It wasn’t soft, it was exposing, with a sharp edge. You felt you could only nod in agreement, before watching her wave you all goodbye and strolling down the street towards the city’s busier section.

You know I’ll do anything you asked me to.

You slipped into the Mustang, closing the door with a deep exhale from your nose. Neither of the girls in the front seemed to notice your low energy, belting along to Daniela’s songs.

You eventually tuned them out completely, sat alone with your own thoughts. And you were left with reminiscing the few, but unforgettable moments you managed to sneak in with Sophia.

A week ago, when all of you went out for lunch and Lara began talking about her ex-girlfriend, the discussion of half the group being girl-kissers began arising. It was a sort of light-hearted teasing, just playfully making fun of each other, but Sophia got very defensive when Megan made a comment about her crushing on female Korean idols. Everybody didn’t know exactly what to say when the Filipina had insisted she was straight, and that statement, combined with her refusing to look you in the eye that whole meal afterwards was confusing.

Especially when the two of you would sneak out the house and have a late night rendezvous together. When she kissed you that night, in some alley down the block, you couldn’t help but let the negative feelings flush from your body.

But, oh my God, I think I’m in love with you.

A few days ago, the girls sat around their kitchen island for the breakfast Sophia had made. And when you came downstairs, groggy from just waking, you could see her enjoying a chat with Megan about some new clothing line that had come out. You made your way towards the six, about to go grab yourself a bite to eat when a plate of well-presented food was handed to you. You looked up, to see Sophia still very well focused on her conversation with the redhead, her eyes on Megan’s phone screen, but it was the fact she noticed your presence even when none of the other girls did, her remembering to set you a plate, knowing you would come down.

But still, you seemed to come second to quite literally anything around her.

It was then the lyrics, “Sophia, know that you and I, shouldn’t feel like a crime”. When she finally glanced at you, her eyes soft with a small smile on her face, your heart drumming at the sight of her hair nestling the sides of her face, the next line was clear. “I just wanna say how much I love you with your hair down.”

Though she would sometimes show she cared in her own ways, she kept her distance, hiding behind her carefully built walls. Even in the rare moments they were alone, Sophia’s fingers only briefly brushed against your hand before she pulled away, retreating into herself.

Sophia insisted on it. “It’s better this way,” she’d said one night, lying beside Y/N in a dim hotel room after a gig. “The band... the fans... they wouldn’t get it. It’s just easier to keep it to ourselves. Were the only ones who matter, right?”

How ironic. Everybody else’s opinion was so important to her, but yours blew straight past her head.

When Sophia came back that day, she smelt of a foreign cologne. She came into her room when you and Yoonchae were watching a show together in the younger’s bed. She noticed you there, watching her every move, but neither of you were gonna say anything in front of Yoonchae.

When the latter got up make some microwave popcorn, you decided to just upright test just how much you actually meant to her.

“I can’t do this anymore, Sophia,” you sighed.

Sophia turned around from facing her closet, her eyebrows furrowing. “Do what?”

“This—us—being some kind of secret you’re too afraid to admit exists.” Your words came out sharper than you had intended, but you didn’t try to soften them. “I’m tired of hiding how I feel. I’m tired of pretending that we’re just friends when we’re not. At least, I’m not.”

Sophia sighed heavily, leaning her head back against the closet door. “You think this is easy for me? You think I want to keep it a secret?”

“Then why do you?” You shot back, standing now, Yoonchae’s laptop forgotten on her bed. “Why do you care so much about what the band or the fans might think? We’re human, Sophia. They’d get it, especially the girls.”

Sophia’s jaw clenched, and she stepped forward, her tone firm but defensive. “You don’t know that. You don’t know how they’ll react, what they’ll say. If this gets out, it could ruin everything we’ve worked for.”

“What you’ve worked for,” You corrected, crossing your arms. “Because I’m the one putting my heart into this, and you’re the one pretending it doesn’t mean anything.”

“That’s not fair.”

“What’s not fair is you asking me sneak around in the dark while you act like you don’t care about me at all!” Your voice cracked, and you quickly swiped at your eyes.

Sophia’s face softened for a moment, but then she turned away, her hands running through her hair in frustration. “It’s not that simple.”

“It is that simple! You either want to be with me, or you don’t.”

Silence hung between you, thick and suffocating. You took a deep breath and added, more quietly, “I don’t want to keep hiding, Sophia. Not anymore. If you can’t handle that, then maybe this isn’t what I thought it was.”

Sophia spun around, her expression stormy. “Fine. You want honesty? I’m scared, okay? I’m scared of what happens when everything changes. When we can’t go back to how things were before.”

“It already changed, Sophia,” You said softly. “You’re the only one pretending it hasn’t.”

Sophia opened her mouth to respond, then closed it again. Her eyes darted around the room as if searching for an exit. Finally, she grabbed her jacket from the chair and muttered, “I need some air.”

“That’s your answer? Running away?” You asked, your voice a mixture of hurt and anger.

Sophia paused at the door, her back to you. “I’ll be back later.”

Baby, you don’t gotta fight, I’ll be here till the end of time.

She left, the door clicking shut behind her.

You sat back down, staring at the closed door, the empty room echoing with everything left unsaid. When Yoonchae came back in, asking about a grumbling Sophia storming out the dorm, you just shrugged and said you didn’t know.

Wishing that you were mine, pull you in, it’s alright.

“Hello, Eyekons!” The screen flickered on, Lara's face appearing under the warm light of her apartment. She dragged out the fan base name, practically yelling at the top of her lungs. Fans flooded the comments, greeting the woman. Lara grinned, adjusting her phone. “I figured we’d do a little acoustic set tonight, ‘cuz y’know ’ya girls have been working hard in the studio to feed ya’ll. Y/N and I have been really putting our Katsussies into this one song, so we’re gonna let you guys hear a bit of it, and you can tell us if ya’ll like it.”

Fans immediately filled the chat with excitement.

Lara leaned closer to the camera, her smile softening. “Okay, so backstory while babygirl sets everything up. Y/N wrote this song, I helped produce it and honestly, I feel like it’s definitely one of the more vulnerable and beautiful things I’ve shared.”

She paused, scrolling through the comments before adding, “The thing is, Y/N never outright said who it was about or what inspired her, but, you know, when we were working on it, it always felt like there was this... extra weight in the room. Like, it wasn’t just a song for her—it was the song.”

Her voice dropped to a whisper, like she was sharing a secret. “And if you ask me, I think it was about someone really close to her. Maybe even someone you guys know, but,” she held her hands up, “Ya’ll didn’t hear that from me.”

user01 watch it be about sophia

user02 LARA DONT EDGE US TF

user03 I bet everyone everything it’s a laforn/n song

Lara laughed nervously, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “I mean, I’m not naming names. But if you pay attention to the lyrics... well, I think it’s pretty obvious Y/N poured her heart into this one. And it’s about someone who’s made her feel, like, really conflicted. Like they’re hiding something. Anyway...”

You came back into the room after a door opened and closed. You came onscreen, immediately getting roped into the live by Lara. The Indian yanked you into her lap as the tow of you stared at the phone. You waved. “Hey, guys. Oh, damn, there’s like 30 thousand people watching this right now.”

Lara hissed, “I might’ve teased our new song.”

“Lara, it’s supposed to be a work in progress still.” You scolded, your arm around her shoulder as the two of you playfully bickered in front of the fans. “But I guess since you dropped the ball like that, we can play a little snippet.”

Lara goes to pick up her headphones, plugging the keyboard into the system before you got into place in Lara’s chair.

You grabbed a microphone and headphones of your own, pointing at the base track file on the computer for Lara before the two of you counted down together. And when the first note hit, you felt your eyes flutter shut, teeth picking at your lips nervously. You hadn’t shown anybody this song except Lara and a couple of Katseye’s writers and producers. The first snippet of it launching live for tens of thousands of people felt very nerve-wracking. But the one person you wished this song could reach wouldn’t hear it first.

“I think we could do it if we tried, if only to say, ‘you’re mine’.” You sang softly into the microphone, “Baby, know that you and I, shouldn’t feel like a crime.”

user04 Singing this from experience is crazy

user05 it has to sophia

user06 OMG WHOEVER IT IS THEY FUMBLED

You weren’t thinking about who was watching anymore. You weren’t thinking about Sophia or the fight or the aching silence that had followed. It was just you, the song, and the truth you had poured into it. You kept the name of the song hidden for now, replacing the many times you would say her name into something more general to avoid any trouble.

When the final chord faded, she opened her eyes to see the chat overflowing with comments;

user07 Weird way to propose, but yes.

user08 ID NEVER KEEO YOU SECRET BABY :(

user09 hope sophia hears this y/n

Your breath caught at that last comment, but you quickly pushed forward. “Well, I hope you guys like it so far, we’re still figuring out some other parts to the song,” you said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Your support means the absolute world to us, so, thank you, Eyekons.”

Lara hooked an arm around your neck, giving you a side hug in show of support. “Yes, this amazing human being works very hard to give you guys the music you all deserve.”

The chat continued to flood with love and support.

user10 We’re here for you guys always <3

user11 ex or not you deserve someone who’s proud of you

user12 The voice crack “in love with you” broke me

You set your headphones down, your hands trembling slightly as you glanced back at the screen. Your phone buzzed on the table, a notification from somebody that had your heart racing.

Sophia L. You think you’re in love with me?

[spiderb00]

BUY ME PRESENTS

Manon Bannerman X Reader 

“You tried everything, expensive gift, nice outings... But Manon just wanted you to be with her foverer” 

Genre – fluff, angst? If you squint   Warnings – none  fruitcake masterlist

Now playing – buy me presents, by Sabrina Carpenter 

The bright lights of the house kept you excited for the rest of the night, everyone's conversations were like background noise, and having Manon by your side made you feel on top of the world. You were invited by Manon to spend Christmas at the Kats' house, the girls would have a small party on the 24th and you would spend the night there to exchange gifts on Christmas morning. The whole atmosphere of the place was cozy, and you were more than happy to share this moment with Manon.   

You talked to everyone, meeting the girls' friends and spreading kindness here and there. Just now, you were talking to some of Manon's friends, while the brunette was sitting comfortably on your lap. The night was amazing, and you thought nothing could go wrong, you were wrong.   

"So, how long have you been together?" One of Manon's friends asked, making you swallow hard, and before Manon could answer, the words had already slipped out of your mouth.  

"Oh, no. We're just hanging out, I mean, we're getting to know each other first." Oh man, how you wish you'd kept quiet.  

Manon's friends nodded, but you could clearly see the judgmental looks in your direction. You should imagine that Manon had said something to them, that was a trap, a single question would define whether you were taking it seriously or just playing with Manon's feelings.   

"I'll get another drink." Manon said, quickly getting up from your lap, and going in a direction that was certainly not the kitchen.   

"Excuse me, sorry guys, I'm going to the bathroom." You said, standing up and following Manon, after losing sight of her.  

Your relationship with Manon was complicated, you liked the woman, but you were too scared to assume a relationship. Your last relationship was toxic and you came out of it with several scars. Without even realizing it, Manon had slowly healed each one of them, sewing your heart with so much love, that you couldn't run away anymore.   

Walking down the hallway, you slightly opened the door to the room that Manon shared with Daniela, watching the girl come out of the bathroom with slightly swollen eyes, while trying not to let the tears stain her makeup. When Manon saw you, her brows furrowed, and just by that expression, you knew she was pissed.  

"Why are you here? We're nothing, you didn't need to come see if I was okay." Manon said, trying to get past you, who was blocking the door.  

"Baby, I-"   

"Don't call me that, we're nothing, right?!" Manon said, laughing sarcastically.   

Sighing, you entered the room, closing and leaning your back against the door. You hated to see Manon like that. Whenever you did or said something stupid, you would always have a gift nearby, just to make the brunette forgive you and forget every time you were an asshole. But this time, it seems that this was not going to work, you needed to do what you were avoiding from the beginning, talk to her.  

"Manon, I'm sorry." You said, seeing the woman cross her arms and laugh sarcastically.  

"Enough, Yn. It's always the same thing. You always say 'I'm sorry' and never change." Manon says, taking steps closer to you. "You don't know how lucky you were with me. Do you think we're going to stay in this forever? Oh dear, you were wrong." 

Swallowing hard at the approach of Manon. You couldn't say anything, when the brunette raised her hand and started stroking your hair, leaving you confused by the sudden display of affection. Manon tilted her head slightly, looking between your eyes and your mouth, getting very close to you, standing on tiptoe, to whisper in the right side of your ear.   

"If you were smart, you'd drop all these whores and put me on top, because if you really want to be with me, you'd better treat me like I deserve to be treated, Yn." Moving away from your ear, Manon looked into your eyes, and you could tell she was full of all that game you were playing with her.   

"You can't imagine how many people are dying to treat me like the star I am. So say honey, are you going to be a good girl, or are we ending up here?"   

It was as if a light bulb had gone off in your head. Manon was the most perfect woman that had ever passed through your life, and after all the words she said, everything in your brain fell into place. You were afraid, but not afraid of relationships and labels, you were afraid of missing out on the best thing that ever happened in your life. 

In an unusual desperation, you glued your lips to Manon's, in a desperate and passionate kiss. Feelings being unblocked within you and the butterflies that you didn't feel a long time ago, now made a very joyful feast in your stomach. Manon's lips were soft, and you swore you wanted to kiss only them for the rest of your life. While your hands explored the body of the shorter woman, the brunette had tangled her hands in your hair, making a noticeable mess.   

"Please stay with me. Sorry for being an idiot, I promise I'll never do that again, just please stay with me." You say, leaning your forehead against Manon's.   

"Stay with me?" Manon said, slightly moving your foreheads away from the two to look at you. 

"Are you dating me? Please Manon, be mine." You said, looking into the brunette's eyes with a hint of desperation, which made Manon chuggle.  

"I'm yours, I've always been." Manon said, kissing you once more. Her lips took a while, before she pulled away completely, taking your hand in hers, and giving you a little smile.   

"Now lay in bed, you were a very bad girl earlier." 

The second story of Fruitcake is out, I'm going to update some requests and race against time. Stay safe guys,

xoxo, spider.

[nakylvr]

manon fingering trans masc reader #NEED

a major need...

— kara sevde 👑

warnings/tags: nsfw content, language, established relationship, tmasc!reader, dom!manon, sub!reader, fingering (r receiving), not proofread

minors dni

sprawled out on the couch, you were half-awake staring at the tv screen as it trailed into the late hours of the night. manon's head rested on your shoulder as your eyes drooped close for a moment, opening again when you feel her shift around and start pressing gentle kissing along your jaw.

"what're you doing?" you ask with a quiet chuckle.

"nothing," manon replies, her lips moving down your neck and sucking on the skin harshly resulting in a low moan escaping your throat. her nails drag against your stomach under the shirt you were wearing, lowering further down to the waistband of your shorts. she continues leaving marks along the lower part of your neck and collarbones, which has more quiet moans falling from your lips as you squirm under her touch.

"manon," you get out in a quiet voice.

"mm?" she hums against your neck, pulling her face away to look at you, a smile forming on her face at the flushed expression on your face. "what, baby? you need something?" her voice is almost taunting as she speaks, her fingers curling around the band of your boxers.

your face heats up when you realize you have to actually speak, biting on your lip as you murmur out a response. "need you, please."

"i think you can do better than that," manon says, pulling on the waistband and letting it slap back against your skin.

a quiet yelp comes from you, looking at manon with big eyes. "fuck me, please. i need you so bad," your voice is quiet as you speak, almost embarrassed to be saying it.

manon's smile grows bigger at your response, her hand resting on your jaw as she leans in and kisses you. your lips mold against hers perfectly, like two puzzle pieces that were meant to connect. what starts out soft quickly turns messy, teeth clashing against each other as you fight for dominance before you eventually give up, letting her slide her tongue past your lips. her hand dips into your boxers, her middle finger dragging across your folds as you moan into the kiss.

parting from the kiss, manon looks at you with darkened eyes, the smile still present on her face as you squirm. "you want me to fuck you, baby boy?" she asks, giggling softly when you quickly nod your head. she doesn't say anything else, plunging two of her fingers deep inside your cunt with a loud moan falling from your lips.

"f-fuck!" you gasp at the quick thrusting of her fingers inside you. your hand grabs her wrist of the hand down your shorts in a tight grip, rocking your hips against her fingers with moans freely leaving your mouth.

"look at you, fucking yourself on my fingers like a whore," manon murmurs into your ear. "you like me fucking you like this?"

"mmf– yes!" you nod quickly. "please, need more."

manon pushes a third finger into you, curling her fingers which has your eyes rolling to the back of your head, your jaw slack as you rest your head on the couch. her lips reconnect with your neck, biting and sucking to leave more marks, feeling your walls clench around her fingers every time she does it. "doing so good for me," she mumbles against your neck. "my good boy. always so good for me, aren't you?"

you struggle to get a response out, your mind clouded with the amount of pleasure you were feeling while you whine, nodding again. "yes– mngh– fuck, 'm close!" your hips move against her hand with desperation, your eyes squeezing shut as you feel your climax approaching.

hearing your words, manon's fingers speed up the pace, curling them every time she pushes back in to hit the specific spot inside you. your breathing is getting heavier as you get closer to coming, incoherent words leaving your mouth mixed with the loud moans. "go on, be a good boy and cum for me," she whispers to you.

within the second she said that, your whole body was shaking with a long moan coming from you as you came. your body slouches against the couch as you breath heavily, whimpering as you feel her remove her fingers from you.

"good job, baby," manon smiles, pressing a soft kiss on your lips. "now, it's time for my fun."

[moonlitstoriess]

Across the Universe-ch.9 (Fenrys x Reader)

Summary: Y/n has everything she needs in life. A family, friends, a safe place she calls home and most importantly a male whom she loves. What happens when it all changes when Y/n finds out about the betrayal of her lover and her so called family? Well, ending up in Terrasen and in queen Aelin's court was not what she expected but what she will need to start her new journey full of surprises.

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Is this real? Is any of it even real?

Amren....this is Amren.....well, she had a ghost body and bright light all around her but it still IS her!

"Amren!"

The hope that fluttered in y/n's chest was unimaginable. It felt so good to finally see someone from your world. Even if you do not consider that someone as a friend anymore. But...whatever it takes to leave this place. Even if a tiny part of her was refusing the idea.

Amren's eyes widened slightly as she spoke, her voice imbued with an otherworldly resonance from the magic. "Y/n! Fucking finally!"

Y/n tried coming closer but Fenrys grabbed her waist and pulled her back to his chest. She tried moving but his strong grip wouldn't budge and when she looked at his face, it showed no emotion but a warriors gaze, daring Amren to even try something.

She sighed but looked back at Amren, who was watching the interaction with an amused look, "Amren...how? I-what is going on? I mean, I have been trying to come back but so far it's not working. How did you find me? Is the Book of Breathings with you?"

The female replied while still keeping her narrowed gaze on the male behind y/n "It's a long story and I do not have much time but yes I came here after managing to break through the book's spells. Clearly not with my physical body though. We have been searching for ways to bring you back ever since you left. Azriel has been going feral, even threatened to kill Rhysand if you aren't back saf-"

"You expect me to believe that? You all lied to m-"

"There is no time for this sappy nonsense talk, girl. We can all discuss it when all of this craziness is over and you're back. There is not enough time. Listen to me, I finally found where you are so just wait a little longer and we will get to you-"

"Amren no, you don't understand. There are gates opening, evil beings are coming back and I somehow am the one who needs to be the one to close those gates and then come home and...we have to kill those evil beings an- you probably have no idea what I am talking about but listen to me, I need the Book of Breathings. How can you send it to me?"

Amren's figure started to slowly disappear "I just managed to get to you, find your location after a whole month of searching and now you are telling me that I need to find a way to send the book to you? I don't understand-"

"Months? It has only been a week here-"

Amren was almost gone now "Time is different in each world girl. Just be patient a little more. We will find a way."

"No! Amren, the gate-"

Rowan, Aelin and Manon came running into the room, a shocked expression overtaking their features when they sew what was going on.

Amren looked at them before her figure completely disappeared and all the traces of an ancient magic left the room.

Aedion looked at her and Fenrys, who was still clutching her tightly to his chest, before saying "Well, are any of you planning to explain what the fuck this was?"

Fenrys seemingly cooled down becuse the second Aedion finished talking, he silently unwrapped his arm from around her and moved back. Why was she feeling sad because of it? Get your hormones together y/n.

She cleared her throat and spoke "The female you saw, she is from my world and apparently they have been searching for me for a whole month. She said now that she knows I am here, they will try their best to get me back but I tried telling her about the gates and that I need the Book of Breathings but she...she didn't underst- anyways there wasn't enough time and....well, yes."

They looked at Fenrys to see if she was lying or not but when he just nodded in confirmation, they stared at her with varying expressions. It was Manon who spoke first, her voice sharp "Your people are coming here?"

"Well, yes....maybe? They want to get me out of here, not to cause any troubles so..relax."

Aelin just sighed before heading towards the door, followed by the other two "This was definitely not how I planned my afternoon to go."

Once everyone had left, y/n also moved towards the door when his voice stopped her "So, Azriel is going mad for you?"

She turned around to see him staring out the window, not looking at her. But if those clenched hands were any indicator, Fenrys was clearly mad.

She scoffed "Out of everything that just happened, you only care about that?"

When Fenrys remained silent, y/n sighed softly. "Don't believe it. He's probably just struggling with guilt."

With those words hanging in the air, she left the room and headed towards the royal gardens, leaving Fenrys alone with his thoughts.

Too much. This was too much for her. She just wanted to go home. To leave all this behind. Why her? Why is she even special when all her life she was told the opposite? Why can't it all stop?!

Y/n was so deep in her thoughts that she didn't even realize where she ended up in the garden. It was a small, wooden gazebo that had roses of all colors covering its sides and roof. But what caught her attention the most was the blond queen sitting inside it, eyes closed and head tilted back, resting against the wood.

Seems like Aelin also was seeking a moment of peace. Best to turn around and leave-

"Don't go."

Y/n turned around to see the female in the same position with her eyes still closed. She hesitantly came closer and sat a little further away from the queen.

Aelin sighed before speaking "This place is where I find sanctuary when it all gets too much to handle."

Y/n nodded slightly as she looked towards the gardens, the birds chirping bringing her a sense of comfort, as she relaxed against the wooden pillar behind her.

"I understand you, you know. I understand how it feels to hide yourself, your secrets, from the world. To think of yourself as so unworthy, that you are doing a favor to your loved ones by hiding your true self from them."

Y/n's shock and confusion was evident on her face as she looked at her "What? I don- How?"

Did she know about the whole witch thing? Did Manon tell her?

Aelin just smirked slightly "You may seem unbreakable but even you sometimes let out your emotions through your facial expressions. And let's not talk about the obvious fact that you are in a different place surrounded by us, strangers. Of course you will feel out of place."

The winged female sighed as she just stared at the view in front of them "It is draining. I don't know what to feel or do anymore. I don't know anything."

At that, Aelin opened her eyes and looked at y/n "You know, everyone thought that I was dead until I got my throne back three years ago."

Y/n whipped her head back around and looked to her side, at the queen "What?!"

Aelin just laughed as she said "Yes! My parents and everyone I ever loved were murdered ten years ago by the King of Adarlan. Long story short, a man....Arobynn, he found me unconscious out in the open in the middle of the night and took me in. Turns out he was the King of Assasins which is why I spent the next seven years of my life under his watch, training to be the best assassin- which I did end up becoming. And all that time, I went under a false name, Celaena Sardothien, it was hilarious! no one ever knew my true identity because I would always dress in black and cover every part of my body, making it impossible for people to even tell my age."

Y/n couldn't believe what she was hearing. This female was not queen the whole time? What?

Aelin just continued with a sigh "But....when I was seventeen it all changed. By that point, I was tired of Arobynn. He was a paradox. He put me through the toughest fights, challenges and missions just to make me into what I am now, he would shower me with gifts, making me filthy rich at such a young age but....he wouldn't hesitate to punish me when I would 'let him down'. He lied when he said that he would let me go, he lied because he saw me as a posession. An object of which he couldn't let go. He was a paradox. A manipulator, caretaker, father, mentor, maybe even lover."

Y/n didn't know when she got closer to the queen, coming to sit right next to her as she silently said "That....I can understand it slightly....while mine wasn't showering me in gifts or training me to be an asassin he would beat me up, do unspeakable things but then he would ask for forgiveness, say its my fault, but he loves me....that he knows what's best for me."

The female beside her nodded her head, needing no explanation on what y/n just said "They may come in different forms but they are all monsters nonetheless. Arobynn indirectly killed the boy I loved and then acted devastated as I cried next to his dead, mutilated body. Then, when I tried to get my revenge, he was the one who informed the enemy and got me sent into a slave camp where I spent a whole year of my life. Dorian and Chaol? I know them because they were the ones to save me from that camp, even though we all hated each other at first. Lysandra? I know her because she was also under his control."

"That....that is horrible. I-I am so sorry I don't even know what to say....is- is he alive now?"

Aelin just gave her a small, sad smile "Don't worry, Lysandra slit his throat when he was asleep. Which was then followed by a shit ton of chaos."

Y/n smiled too, happy to know that this monster also got his deserved end.

"Did you kill yours too?"

She nodded "Yes, he wanted to clip my wings so that I never even thought of leaving him. It was also a stupid tradition. I trained myself, then opened an academy to train others so that they wouldn't go through what I did. It was quite the shock really, a female Illyrian whose wings weren't clipped, training others how to fight."

Aelin's hand on Y/n's shoulder was warm, a gesture of solidarity that spoke volumes more than words ever could. Her proud smile softened the edges of her usually fierce expression.

"You survived," Aelin said softly, her voice carrying the weight of understanding. "And you've grown stronger despite everything. That's what matters."

Y/n nodded, feeling a surge of gratitude toward Aelin. They may have come from different worlds, faced different kinds of horrors, but in that moment, their shared experience of overcoming abuse and manipulation bound them together.

Aelin squeezed her shoulder gently before withdrawing her hand. "We're stronger together," she said firmly. "And we'll make sure no one else suffers like we did."

With those words hanging in the air, Y/n felt a renewed sense of purpose. Despite the darkness of their pasts, there was hope in their shared resolve to protect others from similar fates.

When they left the gardens, they saw others on the training grounds. Fenrys and Rowan were fighting each other, half naked, while Aedion, Manon and Chaol watched from the sidelines, Aedion with his bandaged arm and Chaol with his cane by his side. Eva and Lysandra were sitting on one of the benches while the teen was pointing at the book in her hands, showing something to her. Abraxos was sleeping on the grass.

When they reached Lysandra and Eva, the latter looked up at y/n from her place on the bench “Y/n! You have to read this book! I will give it to you once I am done with it but it has the most exhilarating plot!” 

Y/n smiled as she looked at the book “Oh really? Then I can’t wait for it.”

Eva grinned and hugged the book to her chest. “Trust me, you’ll be hooked from the first chapter. The characters are so well-written, and the twists are mind-blowing.”

Lysandra chuckled, shaking her head. “Eva’s been talking about that book non-stop since she started it. It’s a wonder she hasn’t finished it already.”

Eva rolled her eyes playfully. “Well, I want to savor it. It’s not every day you come across such a gem.”

Y/n laughed. “I’ll take your word for it. I’m always on the lookout for a good read.”

Aelin smiled at the small interaction before looking at Chaol with a concerned gaze, “Something happened to Yreene?”

Lysandra sighed, “Apparently. He was sparring with Fenrys when his legs began hurting. Hopefully whatever Yrene is doing with the book, she is taking precautions.” 

Before anyone could say anything, Lysandra looked at y/n “Speaking of, care to explain why Fenrys is so riled up that he has been fighting nonstop for the past two hours? Aelin, you might want to check up on your birdie because he looks quite exhausted.” 

Once again, before y/n could even begin to reply, she heard a familiar voice behind her say “You liar.”

Aelin and y/n both turned around to see Manon staring at y/n with fire in her eyes.

Y/n and all three females behind her were just as confused as her when she asked, “What are you talking about, Manon?”

The witch just stepped closer to her as she said, “Knew you were a deceiving snake.” 

Manon’s fists were clenched, her muscles taut with readiness. “Let’s see if you can lie about this as well, y/n.”

With a sudden burst of speed, Manon lunged forward, her fist aiming straight for y/n’s face. She sidestepped the punch and retaliated with a swift jab to Manon’s ribs. The impact made Manon grunt, but she shook it off quickly, eyes blazing with determination.

Manon countered with a roundhouse kick aimed at y/n’s midsection. She blocked the kick with her forearm, the force of the blow sending a shockwave through her arm. Ignoring the pain, y/n grabbed Manon’s leg and twisted, attempting to throw her off balance. Manon, however, used the momentum to her advantage, flipping gracefully and landing on her feet.

The fight intensified as they exchanged blows with lightning speed. Manon’s fists were like hammers, each punch coming with incredible force. Y/n dodged and weaved, her movements fluid and precise. She countered with a powerful uppercut that connected with Manon’s jaw, sending her staggering back.

She closed the distance, launching a series of rapid punches aimed at Manon’s torso. Manon blocked and deflected, her reflexes sharp. She ducked under a particularly vicious swing and delivered a brutal knee strike to Y/N’s stomach.

The blow knocked the wind out of y/n, but she didn’t go down. Instead, she gritted their teeth and grabbed Manon’s arm, pulling her into a close-quarters grapple. The two struggled for dominance, muscles straining, breaths coming in ragged gasps.

In the distance, she could hear screams and shouts to stop, to just back off. Fenrys’ voice was the loudest of all. 

For some reason, y/n turned around to cast him a quick glance and was met with his beyond concerned gaze. It held a mixture of anger, shock and….fear. His breaths were ragged and his hands were shaking as he slowly made his way ove-

A punch to her stomach forced her backwards and onto the ground as she looked back at Manon who just told her “Coward.”

That was it. That was the final straw. Y/n didn’t know when or how she felt it but she did. Her transformation began with a disorienting sensation, her body shifting in ways she couldn't immediately comprehend. A strange taste filled her mouth, the metallic tang of iron, as her gums contorted and stretched, forming into sharp, unforgiving iron teeth. Simultaneously, her nails extended, hardening into gleaming, steel-like claws that seemed to elongate with every passing second.

Everything else became a blur. All the gasps, all the noise, everything but Manon, who was now smirking triumphantly at her. 

Y/n lunged for the witch, pinning her down with a snarl that displayed her fangs “You did it all to rile me up. It was an act wasn’t it? You planned it.”

Manon had the audacity to just smirk and shrug her shoulder while still pinned down “It worked though, didn’t it?”

“I will kill you.”

“Go ahead.”

She raised her hand, her iron nails glinting in the sun as she aimed for the queens throat but….she couldn’t do it. Something inside her refused to obey. 

With a sigh, she pushed back and away from Manon and got up. Y/n felt as her body shifted back to normal, her nails and teeth disappearing once again.

Silence fell over the area like a heavy blanket, each person frozen in shock. Aelin and Eva's mouths hung open in disbelief, Lysandra's hand instinctively covering hers. Aedion and Chaol stared, their expressions a mix of bewilderment directed at her and then at Manon. Rowan's smile was faint but discernible, while Fenrys stood wide-eyed and rigid, caught between amazement and apprehension.

Aelin closed her mouth and cleared her throat before asking "You- you are an Ironteeth Witch? Why didn't you tell us?"

"Because I didn't know what I was until I came here and even if I did, I consider it a curse so why should I tell you?"

She felt Manon come and stand right beside her as she said with a harsh tone "Call us a curse one more time and see what happens. You are a witch so stop denying it."

Before y/n could reply, Eva shouted "That is so amazing! A witch with wings of her own!"

Lysandra clapped "Well done you two for putting on such a brilliant show."

Y/n sighed as Manon snickered and Aedion muttered an "I am so confused" before earning a small nod in agreement from Chaol who was still questioningly staring at y/n.

Her gaze moved towards Fenrys but he wasn't looking at her anymore. He was staring at the ground with his brows furrowed and when Rowan patted him on the shoulder, he just turned around and left.

Y/n wanted to go after him but was stopped when Aelin and everyone else just came over to her, asking questions.

Fenrys thought that throughout his long life, he had seen enough shocking things that it would take a lot to ever surprise him. Well, apparently everything is different when it comes to y/n. It's like she manages to be the exception to his every thought and feeling.

She is an Ironteeth Witch? How is that even possible, isn't she from a different world? Does her world also have Ironteeth Witches?

Earlier he was angry at....well he had no idea why he was angry. For some reason, even hearing the name Azriel made him want to punch a wall. He also didn't like or trust Amren. In fact, Fenrys didn't like y/n's whole little friend group back in her world. They lied to her, ignored her when she needed a shoulder to cry on-

And why do you care, Fenrys?

Yes, why does he care, exactly? Y/n is only here temporarily. Once they solve the problem, she will go back to her home world and they will never see each other again so why does even the thought of that bother him so much?

Why does the thought of her going back to those liars that call themselves her family make him frustrated?

And worst of all, why does the thought of her going back to Azriel's arms make him want to rip out heads?

For the past hour, she couldn't find Fenrys anywhere and by the time y/n made it to her room, she was too exhausted to even think about anything but sleep. So, she collapsed on the bed and slept her exhaustion of the last few days away.

Four hours later, y/n stood in front of her mirror, assesing her look before dinner.

Thanks to Isolde, her neck was completely healed and looking as smooth as ever. This, of course, meant that she didn't need to wear a turtleneck anymore which is why she chose this simple yet still eye catching dress.

The dress she chose was a masterpiece of delicate craftsmanship, tailored to accentuate her figure in all the right places. Made from a flowing fabric that shimmered with every movement, it draped elegantly over her curves. The neckline was designed to draw attention to her healed neck, framing it gracefully while also accentuating her chest. Intricate embroidery adorned the sleeves and hem, adding a touch of detailed beauty to its otherwise understated elegance. The color, a soft shade of lavender, complemented her complexion, enhancing her natural radiance. Paired with subtle yet tasteful accessories, the dress completed a look that exuded both sophistication and effortless charm.

Not bad, y/n, not bad at all.

With a final look at herself, she opened her door to-

Fenrys was here, leaving his room as well.

Their eyes locked, holding a silent conversation of their own as they appraised each other's appearance. Fenrys stood tall, his hair styled in a casual half bun that allowed strands of golden hair to cascade over his broad shoulders. His attire was both practical and stylish—a crisp white tunic formed the foundation, complemented by a deep forest green vest that added a touch of color and structure. Dark brown pants, tucked neatly into knee-high boots, completed the ensemble, emphasizing the sturdy and agile nature of his build.

Despite the layers of clothing, Fenrys's physique was unmistakable—rippling muscles hinted at strength honed through rigorous training and battles fought. The tunic's sleeves hinted at the definition of his arms, while the vest accentuated his broad chest and shoulders. His stance exuded confidence and readiness, every movement suggesting a poised and capable warrior.

He was absolutely delicious to look at-

Mother above, y/n. Look back at his eyes. Be respectful.

She hesitantly lifted her gaze over to him but lost all her abilitiy to speak when she saw how his dark eyes were practically devouring her. Y/n cleared her throat which made him look back at her with those lust-filled and fierce eyes that made her feel all hot and bothered.

Then, as if coming back to reality, Fenrys straightened and started moving towards the stairs.

No. She had to talk to him. About what? She had no idea but-

"Are you upset with me?"

Once he heard her voice, Fenrys stopped, his back was towards her as he said "Why would I be upset with you?"

Y/n took a small step towards him. "Because you left when it was revealed that I was a....a witch. Because you refuse to look me in the face."

"And since when do you care about my feelings towards you?"

"You are right. I shouldn't but I do- you know what? This was very foolish of me, just forget this ever happened."

When y/n moved past him towards the stairs, she felt his hand grip her wrist, making her turn around to look at him.

Y/n frowned slightly, "Fenrys..."

He hesitated, then spoke in a voice laced with uncharacteristic vulnerability. "I don't trust them," he admitted quietly. "Your people, from your world. They say they want to bring you back, but what if they're not as trustworthy as you think? Didn't you say they neglected you when you needed them the most?"

Y/n sighed, understanding his concerns. "I get it. But they're my people, Fenrys. Even if things between us are complicated, I have known them for over fifty years, enough to know that they wouldn't harm m-"

"But they did. They didn't tell you when your lover was being unfaithful for two years, they didn't do shit as you got worse day by day so why should you trust them now?"

Y/n ripped her arm away from his hold as she turned to fully look at him with a narrowed gaze "What is this about Fenrys? I didn't tell you all this so that you could pity me. It was just a moment of vulnerability and you happened to be the-"

"I know because I understand you."

At her questioning gaze, Fenrys sighed before looking at the ground "Before Aelin, I.....I was.....sort of chained to another queen. Blood sworn, actually. It meant that I was her slave for as long as she pleases and that I could only ever be free of her with my honor intact if she willingly gave me her blessing and freed me from service. If not, then.....anyways what I want to say is that I know what it means to struggle and not have anyone by your side. My brother had his own demons to fight so we never could really lean on one another for support. Rowan, Lorcan and Gavriel they.....they also suffered in their own ways. Maeve made sure to traumatise each one of us differently,"

He couldn't look at her. He closed his eyes and clenched his fists.

Y/n gently put her hand on his chest "Fenrys, you don't have to force yourself to talk about it-"

"It is true, I see Rowan, Lorcan -unfortunately- and Gavriel as my brothers. We went through so much together and I am only standing here today because we made it, together. Gavriel made it too, I know it because I feel his presence sometimes. But even then, we all hid our pain from one another. I always only had myself to heal my own wounds. Both physical and mental."

"Oh my-"

"This is why I want you to be careful, y/n. I never had anyone to soothe my pain and I don't want you going through the same thing. When....when you go back to you world, just leave them. Promise me that you will leave them and find a better place for yourself."

"Fenrys I-"

He looked up from the ground, his eyes holding a hint of determination within them "Promise me, y/n."

She sighed "Yes. I promise, Fenrys."

He slowly nodded his head but made no move to leave and neither did y/n want to remove her hand from his chest.

The comfort Fenrys was feeling right now was unimaginable. He had never felt so at ease, so safe in someone's presence before. Even if the middle of a hallway isn't the most perfect place to experience this. He couldn't care less. He just showed her a part of him he never showed anyone, not even Aelin.

His vulnerability.

And for some reason, he wanted to keep telling her more, and in turn, hear more about her as well.

His gaze fell to her lips as his hands ached to touch her. Fenrys whispered, "You....you don't have a curse. Be proud of yourself and your lineage."

Y/n's came closer as she whispered back, "I....it will take time....getting used to that."

He smiled slightly, "That's fine. I will be proud of you anyway."

He saw her pupils dilate and her eyes widen but it seems like he was under some hypnotic curse because he added, "You...you are really beautiful."

Her lips parted and he saw a blush make it's way onto her adorable cheeks.

"I-thank you. You....you are very attractive as well."

Fenrys couldn't help the smirk that made its way onto his face "Yeah?"

She was a full red tomato now and he thought it was the most adorable sight ever. She replied with a shaky and barely audible voice, "Yeah."

They got closer and Fenrys was about to gently grab her waist when a cough interrupted their moment.

They both immediately detached and turned around to see Eva and Manon. The latter had a huge cheshire grin plastered on her face while the former had the look of a sad puppy.

Manon took eva's hand as they both started walking past y/n and Fenrys but not before Manon said, "See Eva, told you she wouldn't accept your love confession."

The younger girl playfully shoved aside the witch as she whisper shouted, "Shhh Manon! You just announced my crush to the entire kingdom!"

Y/n giggled as she followed them, Fenrys close behind her as she said, "Eva, don't listen to her! She likes to rile everyone up it seems."

Manon turned around with an amused gaze, "Glad you could finally understand that about me."

Y/n glared at her "I am still not done with you."

Manon just smiled and mused "I will keep my door open for you. Make the job easier."

Y/n just scoffed and she could feel Fenrys' chuckle from behind her as she turned her head sideways to look at him. "Something's funny, Fenny?"

She heard the witch chuckle and Eva audibly laugh while Fenrys' eyes widened "What kind of a nickname is that?"

Y/n just smirked and turned her head back around "Didn't like it? What about Fen? Or maybe Rys orrrrr Fenzo!"

Manon was full on cackling now and Eva was about to fall over because of laughing so hard. Fenrys just smiled while shaking his head "Gods save me."

As they reached the doors of the dining room, y/n smiled as she said, "No Gods to save you now. Perhaps you should change it to Aelin save me."

They were all laughing by the time they entered the room and saw the others, except Lorcan and Elide, sitting around. It was nice, yet so unusual to see Manon actually laugh. But, she wouldn't take it for granted, that woman is a paradox. Who knows, she may be laughing now but she may want to kill y/n the next moment.

Y/n just shook her head with a smile as she took her place next to Fenrys on the table. However that smile soon started disappearing when she felt a pair of eyes on her from somewhere in the room, making her feel uncomfortable.

It's just nerves. You are hungry. Just ignore it, the feeling will pass.

Aelin had an amused look as she took a bite out of her meal and said, "I think this may be the first time I ever saw Manon laugh in the past three years."

Manon just rolled her eyes "First and only. Not everyone is lucky enough to see it."

Yrene just said in a playful tone from beside Manon, "Everyone but Dorian right? I bet he gets to see it all the time."

Aedion smirked "Oh, yes. How are you feeling Manon dearest? Your princeling is coming soon."

Lysandra took a sip of her wine "Aelin, make sure that once Dorian is here, you send these two to the furthest part of the palace. They haven't seen each other in months, so it will be our poor ears that will bleed because of their 'union'."

Manon just scoffed and replied dryly, "I'll have you know, princeling's visits are strictly business." She shot a pointed glance at Yrene, who grinned mischievously.

Aedion chuckled, raising his eyebrows suggestively. "Business, huh? I'm sure it's a very serious matter, indeed."

Yrene raised her hands innocently. "Who am I to argue with our King?"

Aelin laughed, shaking her head. "Well, let's hope Dorian's arrival brings some distraction from all this impending doom." She glanced at Rowan, who was deep in conversation with Chaol about strategy.

Lysandra smirked. "If anyone can distract Manon from her duties, it's Dorian."

Manon rolled her eyes again but couldn't hide a small smile. 

Everyone, including Fenrys laughed at that and y/n felt a moment of pure bliss, seeing them interact so closely with one another. It reminded her of the inner circle but.....for some reason that didn't make her miss home at all.

But her moment of happiness was still mixed with discomfort as that mysterious gaze kept on burning a hole through her skull. When she turned her head around, she saw a servant girl who was just refilling the pitcher with water.

Everyone around her were busy with conversation, but she still felt uneasy. What was-

Fenrys gently put his hand on hers under the table and looked at her with a concerning gaze. "Are you well?"

She nodded her head slightly but that didn't ease her growing unease that someone was watching her.

The servant girl came closer to her, filled her cup with water and said "Take it."

Y/n just smiled, slightly uncomfortable as she replied, "I'm not thirsty."

The girl just gave her a cruel smile as she said in a sharp tone, "No, take what's coming for you, Winged Fury."

Before y/n could even process what was going on, the servant lunged for her, effectively throwing y/n down as everything around them erupted into chaos.

Y/n felt like she was suffocating as the the girl kept on choking her. From her peripheral vision, she saw Fenrys doing something but....her vision started going dark. This girl was inhumanly strong.

The last thing she heard before darkness enveloped her was "The Valg princes send their regards."

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