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charlesf1leclerc · 1 year ago

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Summary: Christmas morning and surprises in the Leclerc family.

Warnings : suggestive content but no smut

A/N: MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYBODY. Hope you all have a wonderful day with your family or whoever’s you are celebrating with. I wish you all the happiness and hope that this fic serves as a little gift from me to you. Xx

It was all quite to begin with. But that would never last long especially on Christmas morning. You and Charles were close to each other in bed Charles had his arm around your waist. You were both sound asleep. Until..

The sound of footsteps came from down the hallway then your door opened and the there was the shaking and the sound of voices.

“ wake up , he came he came”

Your groaned and rolled back in your pillow you knew Christmas was exciting and you weren’t annoyed at your babies but sometimes you liked your sleep.

Charles arm slipped from around your waist as he rolled over to look at the three kids standing on his side of the bed.

“ who came? “ he asked obviously teasing them.

“ SANTA papa “ Sicily screeched

“ presents!” Remy yelled

“ ok ok shall we go downstairs and see what he brought” Charles said moving to get up

“Yes!” All the kids ran downstairs.

“ Darling “ Charles shook you and you rolled over to face him as you obviously hadn’t gone back to sleep.

“Come on let’s go downstairs I’ll make you some coffee” he laughed

You groaned but got up out of bed as you wanted to spend this morning with your children. He then wrapped his arms around and gave you a kiss on the head as you both went downstairs.

By the time you had all gotten downstairs and you and Charles were settled on the couch your three children were ripping into their piles of presents. With many different new toys coming out from the wrapping paper. With the occasion shrieks of joy and the show and tell to you and Charles. As well as the numerous demands of “open it papa” only for the toy to be unboxed then left behind to unwrap more presents.

“ Santa really spoiled you guys this year” you smiled as you watched Remy play with his new dinosaur toy on the ground, Indy inspecting her new roller skates , and Sicily with some slime that was in her stocking.

“ what about you mama and papa what did Santa bring you” Sicily asked.

“ Santa dosent come to adults “ Indy said in a obvious way

“ that’s right but it’s ok because mama and papa got each other presents “ Charles smiled.

You had been nervous about one of Charles presents for the late couple of days as you had been feeling off for awhile so you decided to take a test, a pregnancy test. It came back positive. Of course nothing was planned but you were sure Charles would be just as happy and supportive as all the other times.

“ merry Christmas my love” Charles handed you a pile of gifts and leant over to kiss you on the lips

“ ewww “ Indy and Sicily groaned , as Charles replied by sticking his tongue out at them.

The first gift was a refill of the perfume you wear every day and could never get enough of. The next gift was a beautiful silver bracket with a love heart and engraved in the heart was a I, S , R and C. And then the final box made him smirk and you were immediately suspicious of what was in there. When you opened it you immediately put the items back in the box closing the lid and giving Charles a death glare.

“ in-front of the kids Charles”

“ something special for you and me “ he smirked proud of the silk set within the box

“You are such a teenage horny boy”

“ ok my turn” you sang as you passed him his pile of gifts

You were getting more excited at sharing the news with him.

He opened the two first gifts revealing some clothes as he was in need of some more suitable day wear they wasn’t carry blue and white tye dye jeans, next was new AirPods and a new travel set of mini suitcases for race weekend. Then he finally came to the final box, the box which contained the next chapter of your lives. He slowly opened it and revealed the stick from under the tissue paper.

“ what’s this mon amour” you just continued to stare at him.

He picked it up examining it closer. Then his eyes grew wide

“No” he looked at you

You just nodded your head smiling

“ your pregnant!”

“ yeah”

“Cherie” he smiled leaning over to kiss your lips and hug you. Then leaning to put his hand on your stomach.

“ this is amazing , the best Christmas gift”

“Surprising this is your fault for not being able to keep your hands off me” you laughed as his hand was still on your stomach

“ you’re just irresistible Cherie” he kissed you again.

“ 4 kids we are really outnumbered now”

“ we’ll be okay” and you believed him you would be ok

“ what did you get papa” Sicily asked as now the two youngest kids were standing in-front of him

“ well mama is pregnant there’s gonna be another baby” he smiled

“ yay! A new girl” Sicily shriek alerted the youngest who didn’t quite understand the idea of a new baby

“ well we don’t know if it’s a girl baby” you laughed

“ well I know it is “ she smiled going back to her toys

Charles looked at Remy picking him up , placing him on his lap then snuggling further into you basking in the fact that it was Christmas and the fact a new baby was on the way. It was all ok though for now you would bask in the comfort of your family of 5 before next year the family would grow and Christmas will become even more special.

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myaeomi-sims · 8 months ago

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springcore cc haul 2024 🌸🍰🍒

♡ youtube video

🌸hiiii!! here's my first (of many ;) cc hauls <333

hair

leah hair ♡ ava hair ♡ marigold hair ♡ lisette hair ♡ emma hair ♡ karol hairstyles ♡ twin rose hair ♡ josephine hair ♡ dorothy hair

sweety hair ♡ angeline hair ♡ harper hair ♡ moira hair ♡ lauren hair ♡ crystal hair ♡ tina hair ♡ bailee hair ♡ stephanie hair ♡ pearl hair

jules hair ♡ ayaka hair ♡ dusk hair ♡ lizzie hair ♡ little beauty hairstyle ♡ maeve hair ♡ daisy hair

hats & accessories

spring's hat ♡ bianca hat ♡ gift bow ♡ sakura stud earrings ♡ flower gem earring ♡ daisy earrings

blouses

daisy top ♡ floral corset top ♡ snow white top ♡ tessa blouse ♡ summer top 2 ♡ leila cardigan ♡ eden top ♡ flower cardigan

bottoms

denim shorts ♡ eden skirt ♡ silver light jeans ♡ paradise trousers ♡ rumako long skirt

dresses

daisy dresses ♡ vintage tapestry dress ♡ blosson dress ♡ cottagecore dress ♡ black dress ♡ luna dress ♡ blouse dress & shirt blouse dress

savage long dress ♡ wink for me babydoll dress ♡ flower perfume ruffle mini dress & corset midi dress ♡ meadow view dress

spring days dress ♡ mrs. spring dress ♡ strawberry dress

shoes

polley shoes ♡ 01 random set shoes ♡ shoes pack 64 ♡ leather heeled sandals 01 ♡ leather loafers 04 ♡ flat sandals 05

canvas espadrille flats 01 ♡ mary jane pumps 02 ♡ bowknot platform loafers 01 ♡ double-strap mary jane 03 ♡ ankle strap clog sandals 01

check slingback heels 01 ♡ shoes pack 65 ♡ cupid kisses buckled heels

(hopefully this format isn't hard to read 👉🏽👈🏽🩷)

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entomologistt · 17 days ago

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What do they give you for Christmas?

Featuring: Emma Woods, Orpheus DeRoss, Victor Grantz, Vera Nair, Anne Lester, Frederick Kreiburg (Identity V)

Contains: Holiday gift giving, fluff, seperate romantic headcanons, gender neutral reader

Ento note: Happy Holidays! And good day to you if you don’t celebrate 🙂‍↕️ I don’t even remember what I spent all my spyglasses on, but now I can’t afford Melly’s christmas B tier… sighs. Next year she will be be mine, trust 🙏

Emma Woods “Gardener”

Emma has to think outside the box this time. She always gives you the prettiest flowers and all of the best, most succulent fruits and vegetables from her garden… Plus, it’s wintertime.

So she reverts back to her old roots of handiwork… Knitting! She spends a while working on a huuuuge knitted sweater of your favourite color(s), each woollen row a sign of her unwavering commitment to making the coziest sweater.

When she finally gifts it to you, it’s really warm and comfy, perfect for the holiday season. She even made herself a matching green one!

Orpheus DeEss “Novelist”

If you share a similar interest, such as reading, he’d give you books of your favourite genres and authors.

Actually—he’d probably write something just for you, a story he knows you’d enjoy, one that gets you more intrigued with each turn of the page. Maybe even some poems for just you.

He’d also get you a locket necklace or a watch, a piece of pretty jewellery for you to wear. You can put whatever you want in it. Will you keep him close to you?

Victor Grantz “Postman”

He’s a sweetheart, that’s for sure. He shows up at your door with a smile on his face, a bouquet full of poinsettias and red roses held out for you to take. Of course, Wick is with him too, her tail wagging as she barked excitedly behind him.

Victor is a good listener, so he always takes mental notes on things you like or things you might need. He gifts you various things, including supplies for any hobbies you partake in.

He also gifts you a new notebook that you can keep, so you can keep his written words and conversations with you!

Vera Nair “Perfumer”

Vera makes you two special perfumes. One is a pretty bottle full of scents that remind her of you, and she’s an expert at assigning people their recommended fragrances, scents that fit them. In this case, it’s a scent that’s so… you!

The other is a bottle of euphoria, but she only recommends it for when you need to ease your mind.

She also gifts you things you’d find in a gift set, full of luxurious bath and skin products. You’re dear to her, you deserve the best, after all.

Anne Lester “Toy Merchant”

Although her specialty is wooden toys, she has another thing in mind for you. When December comes, she spends a lot of time in her workshop, crafting the perfect gift for you.

Matching dolls! That’s right; she makes two little dolls, one that’s you and one that’s her. With the paid help of a certain prospector, the little hands are magnetized, so whenever they’re close, they connect!

Now with these “mini-yous” in the picture, sometimes you both switch dolls. You take mini-Anne wherever you go, and mini-you sits happily on Anne’s shelf with other stuffed animals and toys.

Frederick Kreiburg “Composer”

Of course, only something special and meaningful would suffice for his muse. At first, he thought of composing another beautiful piece for you on the piano… But let’s just say he’d never be done in time with how many times he’d restart, throwing crumpled papers to the floor.

But a bright idea flickers in his mind, and he believes it to be possible. So when Christmas Day comes, he charmingly hands you your nicely wrapped gift.

It’s a music box. When you twist the hand crank, a familiar tune comes in little bell-like notes. It’s one of the first composed pieces he’d ever written for you! Not only can you listen to the nostalgic melody whenever you want, you can also store your pretty jewellery and accessories in the velvet music box.

#identity v #idv #identity v x reader #identity v x you #idv x you #idv x reader #idv headcanons #emma woods #orpheus deross #victor grantz #vera nair #anne lester #frederick kreiburg #ento writes

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skz-streamer · 1 year ago

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10 Items Stray Kids' Y/n Carries Around In Her Bag

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Here are the 10 items that Stray Kids' Y/n keeps in her bag!

By: Bae, Kpopmap Editor 4 min to read · Published : Date 08/26/33 ~63,562 Views

Stray Kids are a leading 4th generation idol group that has captured the hearts of millions across the globe. Their schedule is jampacked, especially with their most recent comeback. They show no signs of slowing down as they are set to attend many upcoming events.

Despite being busy and always on the road, Stray Kids', Y/n joined W Korea for a photoshoot. In behind the scenes content, the member was also able to share what's in her bag. These items hold a special meaning and are absolutely essential for the life of the busy idol.

Check out what's in Y/n's bag down below!

1. A Set Of Dice

"Oh, you won't believe the chaos this purse can tame! First off, there's my set of Louis Vuitton dice that Felix gifted me, its a little extra I know :) Whenever things get crazy, it's like a quick coin flip to decide our fate. It's a fun and easy way to lighten the mood."

2. A Hair Clip

"I always like to keep a hair clip in here. It's this beautiful gold star shaped clip with dangling stars – perfect for those impromptu hair-up moments. It's functional and adds a touch of style to any situation."

3. A Mini Jewelry Case

"I've got a mini jewelry case, too. It's not just for me; all the members use it to keep our jewelry safe when we're on the go. You know how we all love our accessories, and this little case is a lifesaver."

4. A Mini Hairbrush

"Of course, a mini hairbrush is a must. You never know when you'll need to fix up your hair, especially with all the performances and appearances we do."

5. Lip Tint

"Lip tint is another staple. I use it all the time to keep my lips looking lively and fresh. It's that perfect touch of color for any moment."

6. Mini Makeup Kit + Makeup Wipes

"I've got this adorable mini makeup kit from Milk, along with a pack of makeup wipes. It's a quick way to touch up our makeup and stay looking flawless, even during the busiest days."

7. Re-useable Tissue Holder

"For the environmentally conscious side of me, there's a reusable tissue holder with tissues inside. It's great for those unexpected sneezes or quick clean-ups. Plus, it doubles as a napkin in a pinch."

8. Mini fan + Power Bank

"You know how unpredictable the weather can be, so I carry around a mini fan with a power bank. Staying cool and charged – it's like a dream come true."

9. Self Defense Alarm

"I've also got a self-defense alarm, just in case. Even though my boys are always there for me, it's important to be cautious. Safety first, after all."

10. Perfume

"And the cherry on top – a mini bottle of Miss Dior eau de toilette. It's a classic scent that my mom used, so it holds a special place in my heart. A quick spray and I'm feeling refreshed and ready to take on the world."

"So, there you have it! My purse is a mix of practicality, style, and memories. It's like a little piece of me that I carry everywhere."

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rumostore · 5 months ago

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davidjohnson31 · 2 years ago

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johnsmith00026 · 2 years ago

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Mini Perfume Set

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theperfumewarehouse · 2 years ago

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notsohornytoad · 3 months ago

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Ok here we go. My first poolverine idea. So it’s simple you have Alpha Worst!Logan who is known as a monstrous alpha no sane omega dared to be with for more than a night in his universe(even before the x-men were killed) and Omega Wade who lost his looks after everything with Francis and smells like death enough that no worthy alpha spares him a glance for more than a night. That’s background, the scene I’m specifically picturing is Logan being unable to take not saying anything about his feelings for Wade anymore and presenting Wade with a courtship gift(Logan’s dog tags because I love that idea); I don’t know who is more surprised Wade(because who would a beauty who is no longer beautiful) that Logan wants to court him(ie wants him as a mate) or Logan(because who wants a beast that will never become a prince) when Wade doesn’t hesitate(after being sure Logan is serious) to accept(putting the dog tags around his neck immediately).

Here you go! It’s a little longer than I anticipated but I got a little carried away. I also posted it on my AO3. I hope you like it!!

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“C’mon. You can do this.” Logan whispered under his breath to the reflection of himself in the water-spotted mirror of his bathroom. The bathroom was sparsely decorated, much like the rest of his apartment which he had acquired shortly after Wade had asked him to come home with him.

It wasn’t that Wade and Al’s apartment was too small or that Logan wanted more (in fact the apartment he had chosen was much smaller than Wade’s despite having been given more than enough money to survive on by the TVA) but rather that it made him too close to the merc for comfort.

Wade had delightfully informed him that due to the apartment’s cramped size he would have to share the sofa bed with him. Which at first sounded fine; he had shared many a bed with people before in hostels, barracks, etc.

This was different.

That first night, Wade had bound out of the bathroom in his My Melody pajamas, a plump unicorn plush tucked cutely under his arm.

“Are you ready for the most fun sleepover ever? I went out and got so many snacks. There’s mini Reese’s cups, Sour Patch Kids… I even found a box of Jujubes waaaay back in one of the cupboards that I THINK is from the 80’s but come on, they’ve got so much preservatives we’ll probably be fine… plus our teeth grow back if we break them anyway so—“

“I’d rather just get some sleep, Wade. We kind of had a long day remember?” Logan was wearing an oversized shirt that said “Obi-Wan ComeBoneMe” that he had graciously borrowed from the other man, as well as some heart patterned boxers.

“Yeah, ok. I am pretty tired.” Wade said, obviously not very tired, as he plopped down next to Logan.

Logan gave him a sort of half-smile.

“Goodnight, Wade.”

“Night, Peanut.”

Wade reached over and turned off the table lamp. Logan waited for the inevitable yapping to start… but it never came. Despite being seemingly full of energy mere minutes prior, Wade fell asleep quickly. He was drooling.

Sleep never came easy for Logan, however. He stared at the dark ceiling, his mind racing, going over every detail of the past few days, back to the day Wade found him, plastered in that bar, wishing he could die.

He thought of Scott, of Jean. The people he let down. Tears pricked the corners of his eyes and his breath quickened a bit. A familiar feeling.

As he gripped the sheets beneath him, waiting for the panic to set in, Wade moved in his sleep. His arm went over Logan and he cuddled his face into his neck. He was mumbling something about a taco truck.

Logan went stiff. His heart was racing, yet a strange calm washed over him, almost like an ecstasy. It was Wade’s scent. They had been close like this before, many times… but there had been too many distractions: blood, adrenaline, his own anger. Here in the quiet of the night, it was amplified.

Wade’s scent was uniquely his own. There were layers to it, like a designer perfume. The most prevalent smell, which is what most alphas would abhor, was death. A sickly sweet warning provided by the cancer that ravaged his body, the cancer that his healing factor kept at bay.

Logan, however, had a nose that was far more keen. And as he lie there, just slowly breathing in and out, the base layer became more prevalent. This was Wade’s original scent: his omega flavor.

It somewhat startled Logan that he hadn’t noticed this before. Wade was an omega. How could he have not sensed it? Of course no one else did either, it seemed… maybe it was the fact that his smell of decay was too strong for the average alpha to scent… maybe it was just that Wade’s power to annoy and piss people off was so distracting that even if someone did get a whiff they thought it couldn’t be true. But it was.

And it was intoxicating.

In the morning that followed, Logan awoke to Wade nudging his nose into Logan’s neck.

“Mornin,’” he said, his voice full of sleep, as he sat up and stretched. “Guess I really was too tired, I don’t even remember falling asleep. How’d you sleep, pumpkin?”

“….great,” Logan said, surprised by his answer. He really did.

Wade rambled on about breakfast and how he had to take Mary Puppins out for a walk, but the rest of the conversation sort of became noise to Logan. He was unable to process anything. All he could think was…

It was dangerous.

He was dangerous.

He was reminded of all the people he had loved in the past. How he always ended up (either physically or emotionally) hurting them.

And so that day, he had left.

It wasnt too hard to find an apartment. People in this world thought he was the other Logan- the brave, selfless Logan. So someone cut him a deal on a tiny apartment that was about a twenty minute walk from Wade’s.

At first he hadn’t thought to really buy any furniture. He thought that just sleeping on a mattress on the floor was enough. But when Wade had invited himself over the following day and said “damn bitch, you live like this?” He decided to get a couch.

Then a few days after that, Wade had showed up with a bunch of food. He tried to protest but the other man had already bodied himself through the door, Mary Puppins in tow.

They ate together on the couch and watched YouTube videos on Wade’s phone. He didn’t know what a “Minecraft Let’s Play” was but it didn’t really matter. The next day, he found a cheap dinner table with two chairs on Craigslist.

And so it continued. Wade would visit every day, with a big smile on his face and dinner in a bag. And every night he’d go home, but his scent lingered. Logan found that he would sleep on the couch instead of his floor mattress because it was where Wade had been sitting all night.

It was strange to not have night terrors.

It was even stranger that Wade, an omega, had been leaving his scent on everything and yet it hadn’t drove Logan crazy. The past had been so predictable: an omega would leave their scent as invitation for a rough night from a rough man. Most got more than they bargained for. None ever stayed.

Before he knew it, months had passed. His apartment was still barebones by most people’s standards but he had the essentials. Mostly thanks to Laura.

“Thanks again for helping me figure this thing out,” he said, tossing his smartphone on the table. It was a Saturday, which was usually the day they spent time together.

“Well you did say the phones in your universe were different.” Laura said, after swallowing a mouthful of Corn Flakes.

“Yeah they were like little bricks and the screens were like green and black. But you couldn’t break em if you tried.”

“So when are you gonna tell him?” She said with her mouth full.

“Tell who what?” Logan’s brow furrowed as he emerged from the fridge with a cold beer.

“Wade.” Chew chew.

“Okay. And what am I telling him?” He asked before cracking the can open and throwing it back.

“That you want him to be your mate.” Chew.

Logan inhaled, choking on liquid. He doubled over, sputtering.

“Cmon,” Laura said. “Don’t lie to me. I can smell it on you. I can smell him everywhere. Scent doesn’t lie.”

And so here he was. It had been about two weeks since she had brought it up and it took him three days to accept it. Three days of Wade coming over and Logan finally noticing how his heart swelled whenever he looked at him, how he felt less annoyed by his constant jokes, how his flirting made a heat rise up in his chest.

The rest of the time was him building up the courage to confess.

“God.” Logan looked down at his left hand which was balled into a fist, a long ball chain hanging down from it. Slowly his fist opened and he stared at the metallic tags that bore his name.

“Cmon. You’re not a teenager. This ain’t prom. Just do it.” he started to walk towards the door, but stopped, feeling a wave of nausea. I can’t. He won’t want you. He flirts with everyone. It doesn’t mean anything.

Just as he started to turn around, a voice came from the other side of the door.

“Wolvy? Did you fall in or something?” There was a knock. “I didn’t bring my water wings I don’t know if I’ll be able to fish you —“

Logan opened the door.

“—out. Oh good you’re ok.” There was Wade, grinning at him like an idiot. A stupid, adorable, lovable moron. Logan suppressed the urge to hug him to his chest.

“Sorry.” He said, pushing past the other, as if he were going to the dinner table. It was covered with white Chinese food boxes. “Don’t you think you went a little overboard? There’s enough here for ten people.”

“Yeah sorry. But the lady that runs that place threatened to poison me if I didn’t get one of everything cuz her restaurant is close to going bankrupt and she had this huge knife—“

Logan had stepped up to Wade and covered his mouth with a hand.

Only moments ago, he had thought “it’s now or never” but now that Wade was shut up the silence felt smothering. Logan lowered his hand.

“I…. Uh….” God his throat was dry. Why was it so hot in there?

Wade looked bewildered, his beautiful mouth slightly agape, and Logan couldn’t help but think about how kissable his lips were.

“So I uh… been thinking…” he started, cursing himself for rambling. Shouldn’t this be romantic? Why was he so shit with words when it mattered?

“That uh… maybe you could wear these.” He held up his hand, palm up, almost showcasing the tags. “For me.”

Wade’s eyes had been glued to Logan’s face as he talked. He slowly lowered them, until they rested on the glinting metal.

“…..your…. Those are your tags.” He said, his voice uncharacteristically small.

“Yeah.”

“But that would…. mean…”

“Yeah.”

Logan couldn’t tell what sort of expression Wade had on. He was staring blankly at the tags, before he looked up and locked eyes with him.

“That’s not funny.” Wade said, his eyes glassy, as though he were holding back tears.

“What- what do you mean funny? I’m being serious.” Logan said.

“Right. Mr Most-Handsome-Man-in-the-Universe, courting Pizza the Hutt.”

Logan didn’t know that reference. “Huh??”

“Hello??” Wade waved his hand over his own face. “Freddy Krueger’s Ball Sack? The Mince Meat Special? Arby’s Beef and Cheddar?!” A small tear has snuck its way down his face.

Logan couldn’t believe it. He had been so obsessed with the thought that Wade would reject him for being, well, the worst Wolverine, he didn’t plan for this scenario.

“You’re not ugly.” He stated, factually. It was starting to make him mad, the way Wade was talking about himself.

“Okay, now I know you’re going senile. We’re gonna have to get you some glasses grandpa, because I literally make babies cry. I am so ugly that—“

“Shut up.” Logan growled, before taking a step forward and pressing his lips to Wade’s. When Wade didn’t kiss back, he pulled away.

Had he made a mistake? Of course he had. Why would Wade want a failure like him? He couldn’t even get his feelings across right.

“You….” Wade said, blinking dumbly. “You kissed me.”

Logan felt shame. He swallowed, ready to apologize.

“You’re… serious? You want me?” Wade asked, his voice small again.

Logan couldn’t find his voice. He just nodded once.

A grin slowly spread across Wade’s face. He leaned forward, bowing his head. Logan almost forgot to breathe as he shakily unclasped the ball chain and placed it around Wade’s neck, securing it behind him.

When Logan let go, Wade stood up straight, Logan’s dog tags around his neck.

“Well? How do I look?” Wade asked, his grin never faltering.

“Beautiful.” Logan answered. And he was. Beautiful. His.

“Oooh does this mean we’re gonna bump uglies now?!”

His beautiful idiot.

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oristian · 26 days ago

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S E C R E T S A N T A ; —

HO HO HO, I hope you enjoy your gift @thedeviltohisangel !! I really and very thoroughly enjoyed this piece and it really allowed for me to connect back with both Nesta and Cassian in such a unique way! It is currently just a one shot, but I have been entertaining the idea of writing a second part from the other perspective—I will be sure to let you know if I do so! Without further ado, I so hope that you enjoy this gift! AO3

SONG 01 — SONG 02

WARNINGS — Mentions of death, alcohol abuse, depression, and language

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Redacted (I’ll name you later),

I tried to light you on fire, but the leather only singed; it did not burn. Rhys told me that it was borderline pathetic that I would not even use you for a day. What does he know? Perfect hair. Perfect reputation. Perfect family. I am the only stain in his life—The fucked up adopted brother that should have been left in that orphanage. They took pity on a little boy in rags, but little did they know how he would grow up to abuse their kindness.

Cassian

15 DECEMBER

“My name is Cassian, and I … I am an alcoholic.”

The group replied in a practiced, almost mechanical monotonous chorus: “Hello, Cassian,” accompanied by a few distracted grunts from the older folks. They sat in a loose semi-circle within the sterile, detached space of the YMCA gymnasium, the hum of fluorescent lights buzzing overhead and faded, yellowing motivational posters clinging to the paint-peeled block walls. Cassian sat at the head of the circle, occupying the lone backless metal chair, his body coiled tight, his teeth grinding. His palms, slick with sweat, scraped against the rough denim of his jeans as he tried to steady his nerves, the harsh light above him making everything feel too bright, too exposed.

The meeting had been in session for the better half of an hour, though Cassian had sat ram-rod straight, bitting down on his tongue as the others spoke. The sheer vulnerability of the group set him on edge, how comfortable these folks were with sharing their stories with absolute strangers.

“I killed someone.”

The words held a bitter aftertaste upon his tongue, his throat suddenly tight as the thoughts that had plagued him for weeks—months—finally breached the air surrounding him. The group was silent, save for the buzzing of the lights above-head.

Redacted,

That woman was there again, the one with the blue eyes. She never speaks. She wore something different this week—A large woven sweatshirt with a mini pegasus embroidered across the front. She looked damn funny with her blank expression and the grinning pegasus, but I liked it. It made her seem real. Human.

Cassian

05 SEPTEMBER

The light above the porch flickered as the car pulled into the driveway, a few moths knocking into the exposed bulb once, twice, three times before falling to the wooden slates below. The front door was ajar, a few stumbling individuals gripping the frame to steady themselves, and neon LED lights shifting between colors from the crack of the entryway.

Cassian whistled lowly under his breath before tossing his head back, downing the mini shot of tequila silver.

“The rules are as follows,” Rhysand began, pulling the key from the ignition and glancing at his the two men piled against each other in the backseat. “We leave by midnight, and no extra passengers allowed—Yeah, I’m looking at you, Cassian. Feyre would actually have my balls if I bring my car back smelling like cheap perfume again.” He adjusted the rear view mirror, sending a stare back to Cassian, raising a brow until his brother held his hands up in surrender, a wolfish grin tugging at his full mouth. “I got it. No girls, or else your balls will suffer—The imagery is great, by the way.”

The dreams all begin the same. A flash of light, a distant screech of wheels, and a scream so piercing it could cut glass. In this world, there is only the absence of pain—the broken ribs, shattered bones in his arms and chest, they do not exist. The repeated record scratch of that damned scream is pain enough. Recently, though, the dreams have begun to shift and something unexpected has seeped into the scene.

Hands; that of a woman. Hands that wrap around his wrists, thumbs that run against his scars, and lips pressed flush beside his cheek.

15 DECEMBER

Her eyes were the same shade of fresh fallen snow under the hue of midnight—an icy blue tinged with a ring of silver. She watched him as if she were undressing him, though not his clothes, him; down to the very essence of self that resided just beyond his ribcage. If his body were floating, she would be the gravitational pull that grounded him once more. Cassian felt breathless.

His hazel eyes darted to the chairperson, a dark-skinned woman with graying hair and wide-rimmed red glasses. “Call me Sandy,” she had said upon their first meeting, gripping his hands within her own and flashing him a yellowing smile. She was charming, albeit a tad bit spacey.

Sandy nodded towards him, a jut of her rounded chin, and gestured for him to continue speaking. Despite it all, she would listen.

Cassian cleared his throat and leaned forward, resting his elbows atop his knees, rubbing at his bruised knuckles.

“I used to say that it was, uh … That it was an accident.” His head was low, hair tumbling loose from his top knot and brushing against his face, and his gaze remained locked on the scuffed tennis shoes he wore. “The truth is,” his jaw clenched, “I chose to drink that night. I chose to take my brother’s keys. I chose to have that girl get in the car with me.”

Cassian trailed his fingers from his knuckles down to his wrist and back up, repeating the motion as he huffed a breath. “She told me no, at first. Said she was worried about the weather.”

Redacted,

That woman was at the coffee shop next to the YMCA before the meeting. She takes tea over coffee, Earl Gray, with two packets of sugar and a splash of cream—She doesn’t know that I saw her nose scrunch when she realized it was not sweet enough and she added four more packets. Seeing that content smile on her face was damn near worth nearly running into someone else.

She wore a leotard under her jacket. I wonder if she’s a dancer.

Cassian

11 OCTOBER

“You need to see someone, Cas.”

The mid-afternoon sunlight was a stark contrast to the previous pitch black, though his brother paid no mind as he drew the heavy drapes back. Cassian groaned, rolling over in his sheet cocoon and pulling his pillow over his head. Footsteps sounded across his room as his Azriel and Rhysand busied themselves with clearing the empty takeout containers and crushed beer cans from his furniture and opening windows to allow fresh air into the stuffy, pigeonhole apartment.

The pillow was ripped from his hands. Cassian slowly opened one eye, glancing blearily up at Azriel.

“I heard you got fired,” Azriel frowned, crossing his arms around his broad chest. He wore a dark-wash jean jacket, and Cassian had to remind himself that the temperature had begun dropping—though, it had been weeks since he last stepped foot outside.

“Eris has a big mouth. Did he tell you my shitting schedule, too?”

Rhysand slammed his fist against the wall, his teeth clenched as he turned fully to face Cassian. “You just are not getting it, are you, Cassian?” The light reflected off of his brother’s face, tears welling in his indigo eyes as he gripped the doorframe, his chest heaving from the exertion. “We’re fucking losing you right in front of us. You don’t give a shit, do you?”

The door slammed shut in his wake; the glass from the frames shattered as they hit the floor.

Cassian knew that he was dreaming—could see the headlights and hear the scream, but he was floating. Weightless. Adjacent to him was a cracked door, a soft ambient glow emitting from the viewport. Classical music poured from the opening. Despite himself, Cassian shouldered forward until the golden knob was gripped between his fingers.

And there she was, the light reflecting off of her fair skin and cascading down her braided bolden-brown hair. Her body moved as if it were made of liquid; up and down, around and back, as if the music flowed freely through her.

The dancer pivoted on her heel, facing him.

05 SEPTEMBER

Her body was pressed flush up against him, her back and his chest rutting together and he gripped her waist, her hips moving back towards him as the liquor and music removed their inhibitions.

Cassian knew that she was some younger girl from his graduate seminar, some advanced non-major that had too many credits and needed to be moved upwards to remain on scholarship. He had flirted relentlessly with her throughout the semester, but he knew that she prioritized her academics over romance and rejected him just as fiercely.

Until that evening, when she watched him walk into the foyer and pulled him onto the dance floor, maneuvering his hands so that he was touching her bare skin.

Fucking finally.

Redacted,

The physical therapy is much less humiliating, and moreso actually something that I look forward to. The doctor says that my recovery is progressing much faster than originally anticipated, though my damned knee still hurts. Everyday. Walking is fine, that is slowly getting easier.

I may never run again. That is my worst fear.

Cassian

15 DECEMBER

“There had been a flash flood warning that afternoon and it had started raining halfway through the party. The roads were wet and the visibility was too low. No one should have been driving that night.”

A hand pressed atop his shoulder, fingers squeezing assuringly. Cassian did not have to look up to know; she would always root for him, despite it all. Though, it was debatable if he deserved such kindness—such care.

“I had crossed lanes, couldn’t see the fu—I could not see the lines.” He could see it so very clearly in his mind; the solid yellow lines, the headlights, the night sky as the car overturned—

He watched her dance. The rhythmic movements of her body, paired with the dynamics of the scene, painted an artwork so beautiful that it brought tears to Cassian’s hazel eyes. He tapped his foot along with the best of the music, humming softly under his breath.

He yearned to dance with her, to take her hand within his own and sing a duet only audible between their bodies. Though, would she have him? A man with sins far deeper than scars.

What would she say if she knew?

12 OCTOBER

Cinnamon, and the scent of something full, aromatic and nutty, wafted in from the side kitchen as Cassian entered in through the door. The man shrugged off his overcoat and hung it from the rack before toeing his shoes off in their wake. From deep within the house, he heard laughter and the patter of children’s feet as they ran across hardwood.

“Uncle Cassian!” Something small, yet incredibly hard, slammed into his shins. Tiny arms wrapped around one of his legs and Cassian bit down on his lower lip, grinning softly as he glanced downwards at his nephew, Nyx. The soft blue eyes that stared back at him were reminiscent of Nyx’s mother, Feyre, but the wild grin on his face was all Rhysand—a mix so perfect of the two that even Cassian sometimes struggled to keep up.

Cassian roused Nyx’s dark hair and the toddler giggled, scrunching his nose and bringing his shoulders up to his ears. “Hey, buddy, I missed you.”

He was led into the living room where the other children were spread out on the carpet, various games and toys layed out around them. Cassian took a seat in the brown leather recliner and pulled Nyx up and onto his lap. Glancing upwards, he caught sight of Azriel and Gwyn playing a card game at the back table—though, Gwyn were on her second loss, it appeared, and she was instructing Azriel to show her the inside of his sleeves. Azriel smirked back at his wife, a teasing sort of smile, “I have no idea what you’re saying.”

“Uncle Cassian, I heard that you’re sick. Do you need to go to a hospital?”

Heart stuttering in his chest, Cassian met the worried state of his nephew. Despite himself, he allowed a small smile to form on his mouth. “Uncle Cassian is a little sick, Nyxie, but I will get better soon. Pinky promise.” Nyx furrowed his brow and puffed out his cheeks before leaning forward and pressing his lips to Cassian’s face. “There,” Nyx said as he smiled widely, “mommy says kisses make everything better!”

Cassian rubbed his fingers against his skin, his throat constricting. “Yeah, buddy,” he muttered after a slight pause, “they always do.”

Cassian,

I hope you don’t throw this away. Here is the number and address of a really good therapist. Her name is Alis and she really helped me after Tamlin. Please, if you do this for anyone, do it for yourself.

Alis — (XXX) XXX - XXXX

309 Rainbow Alley, Velaris, NC 23467

I love you,

Feyre

Redacted,

I am such a fuck up. I know that. My brothers know that. Hell, even my nieces and nephews probably know that. Do you know that, journal?

Alis knows too much—or, at least it feels that way. She has this look in her eye like she can see everything that I’ve hidden from everyone else. It’s weird, but sitting in her office, in that chair, I don’t feel afraid. I don’t feel like my chest is going to cave in.

She gave me this journal. Told me to write how I feel. Said it would make me better.

Cassian

05 SEPTEMBER

Pilfering the keys off of Rhysand was a simple task, especially with his brother passed out on a dirty frat house couch.

Cassian pivoted on his heel and jingled the key ring, grinning as the girl giggled into her hand, brushing her long hair back behind her ear. The goal was to get out of there, find something quick to eat—Cassian had a plan, and that plan included a greasy burger and fries from the local diner—and head back to her place where her roommate was out of town for the weekend.

It was pouring as they stepped outside and she had hesitated by the door, asking if Cassian was sober enough to drive—she had considered staying the night at the house, but Cassian had assured her that he was fine, that they would be fine.

“You’re gonna love the diner, baby,” he had said as they piled into the car. She had smiled softly at him and the reflection of the rain on her skin made her look almost ethereal.

Cassian stood, tired of waiting for the woman to come near enough—his fingers itched to touch her skin, to know her beyond the scene. She continued dancing, though, as he walked behind her. His breath caught as she spun, turning to him, her face merely inches from his own.

That face—that damned face, was the same of the woman from the meetings. The same sharp chin. The same steel blue eyes. The only difference was the lack of her braided updo; her hair was wild and free, framing her face and disappearing down the length of her bared back.

She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

“Please,” he whispered, desperation intertwining with his tone. “Please tell me your name.”

The woman only stared blankly at him for merely a moment longer before hooking her hair behind her ears—arched ears, covered in silver jewelry—and stood on her tip toes. Her lips pressed softly against his cheek before she whispered something faint in his ear. She pulled back, cradling his face in her hands.

“Find me in the next life, Cassian.”

01 NOVEMBER

The ticking of the time clock, paired with the soft waterfall noise of the bonsai tree figurine perched precariously on the edge of the mahogany desk, filled the silence.

Alis had long since finished compiling this session’s notes and she instead took to staring at Cassian, her brow raised and her lips pulled taut. He felt as if he were being observed under a microscope and he almost wanted to ask the woman for a blanket—something thick to wrap himself within.

“Have you been taking your medication?”

The medication was an anti-depressant, his second filing in the last thirty days, and it was the one thing in his life that remained consistent. “Yes,” he responded hoarsely. Morning and evening, the pill was the first thing he took before beginning any standard routine. It appeared to be working, in a way. Cassian felt less numb recently.

Alis nodded. “Good. Now, about the meetings I asked you to go to—Have you gone yet?” The meetings in question were hosted at the local YMCA, and Alis’ older sister volunteered as the chairperson. Alcoholics Anonymous. A group of others who may be able to relate to what he is going to, even if it was not to the same extent.

Though, Cassian has not felt the courage to step into that gymnasium. For the last two weeks, he had stayed silent in the adjoining hallway and only listened.

“I—I’m getting there,” was all he said, his focus falling back to the bonsai tree.

He has not dreamed since.

Redacted,

I think I am ready to talk about what happened. I cannot keep living like this, as a shall of who I was. I cannot change what happened, no matter how badly I want to reverse time and stop myself from taking those keys from Rhys. There is no bringing her back.

I have to live, even if the days get hard. I cannot let those hard days win.

I wonder why that woman is in the group. She never speaks. Is she like me?

Cassian

15 DECEMBER

“I swerved to avoid hitting the other truck and went over the guardrail. My seatbelt locked into place, but she had not been wearing one.”

Cassian licked his lips and finally looked upwards at the other folk, his eyes red-rimmed and his hands uncoiling from fists atop his thighs. “She died on impact.”

The blue-eyed woman stared back at him, quizzically, and he could have sworn something akin to sympathy softened in her gaze. Cassian almost wanted to ask her what she felt, what she thought of him, and where she could relate. Above all else, he wanted to hear her speak.

“She was twenty-two and a Master’s student. She wanted to be a doctor.”

Sandy once again placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, and Cassian placed his own hand atop her’s, squeezing as he offered her a small smile. “I cannot reverse what happened that night,” he said at last, the memory of that final, harsh scream ricocheting within his mind, “but allowing myself to waste away is benefitting no one. I need to live, if only for myself.”

Cassian stood, finally, despite the shake in his knee, and walked out of the gymnasium.

Redacted,

I wonder if I will ever name you. Thank you for being here for me. I would like to think that I am better now.

Cassian

24 DECEMBER

“Earl Gray, six sugar, splash of cream. Oh, and a vanilla scone.”

Cassian glanced over his shoulder at the woman, her brow raised high in amusement, as he handed the barista his debit card. “Memorizing my order now, huh?”

It had been an off-chance that they would run into each other at a local shop a whole town away from the YMCA, yet here they are—Cassian knew the fates above had worked overtime to make this work, and he would not miss such an opportunity. He flashed her a grin.

“Believe in coincidences, sweetheart?”

The woman rolled her eyes, but he could see the twitch in her lip as she forced herself to remain expressionless. Cassian gestured to a table in the back and was overjoyed as she followed suit.

Cassian held out a hand. “To formally introduce myself, my name is Cassian. I am twenty-four, working to be a physical trainer, and I love my family. I am allergic to pollen and Spring is the worst season ever created. I used to love to run, but I messed up my knee real bad.” The woman watched his outstretched hand for a moment, contemplating, before she took it into her own.

“Nesta. I’m a dancer without a studio and a sister without a family, but I’m—I am trying. To be better, I mean.”

Cassian’s hand shook in her grip, the memory of lips pressed against his ear and the whisper of a name—Nesta, Nesta, Nesta—said so softly, so lovingly, that he was nearly brought to his knees in a coffee shop. “Nesta,” he said, tasting the name upon his tongue. “Nes.”

He could have sworn that something sparked in those blue eyes as he said her name aloud.

Redacted,

I came across this the other day. It has been a few years, old friend. I missed you.

I asked Nes to marry me and she said yes. She wants a Spring wedding, but I sincerely hope that she is being playful.

I see Alis every week, even though the dreams are gone and the pills are finished. The pain in my knee never goes away, and that is the memory that grounds me to that night. Nes rubs a salve into the scars every night and kisses them. We dance together, as best as we can. Every night we turn the living room into our own personal studio and dance to the classics.

I wonder if she knows that we are the same.

Cassian

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