#my poor baby lance

[little-blurry-stars5]

"no one can love you until you love urself" yeah ok tell that to the langst fics I use to fall asleep

[winterlogysblog]

MY BABY LOOKS SO SAD 😭😭😭

My guy atleast went home. But he didn't even spare a look at his momma... Goddamn... Depression be kicking him rn

[youngjaesass]

sometimes i wish i never ended up watching voltron just because of the ending

[bukuoshin]

Clowns are the purest expression of God's love for humanity and this Earth and its creatures, so jot that down real quick.

[nouvellevqgue]

Hey, I loved the lance fic you did for me, and was wondering if you do another one but like a soc media au (pref fluff). If you have time

Have a good day/night

-🪐

✦ INTERNET'S HEARTS, L. STROLL

a compilation of them being lovesick for each other on instagram.

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[togamest]

-> heat wave | 1,266 words. gn!reader, penetrative sex, cunnilingus, teasing, established relationship, reader calls tsugeura “tsuge”, tsugeura calls reader “sweets, babe, baby, good girl”.

author’s notes: it's so goddamn hot here i can't even think of getting off right now, but tsuge would. because he's a nuisance. <3

"hey, babe, have you seen my—whoa."

you don't react to tsugeura entering your room, or the hitched breathe he takes when his footsteps creak next to the doorframe. it's too hot to even think about it; you're stripped down to your sports bra and underwear, laying down with a fan blowing in your face as your poor laptop whirs weakly to keep up with your tasks.

you knew he’d react like this, too; it’s in your nature to tease him, it’s the one thing you enjoy more than anything else. and it’s so easy—all you have to do is wear a low cut neckline, or show your stomach, or bottoms that are stretched a little too thin, a little too small for you, your folds straining against the cloth. it’s almost comical how hard he gets just seeing your bare skin.

"what?" you ask, nonchalantly, taking a sip of your bottle before rolling over and looking at him.

he's gobsmacked, naturally; even after years of living together, he still reacts like a kid on Christmas when he sees even a hint of what you look like under your clothes. he's insatiable as he wanders in, eyes locked onto your cleavage spilling over the top of your bra, the tightness of the clothing forcing them to bulge, as if begging to be freed.

and here you are, laid out for him like a lovely pre-workout meal.

you can't help but squeal as he leaps onto the bed, crawling up and covering your bared body in sloppy kisses, just like the puppy you tease him to be. "tsuge! stop it, oh my god."

he doesn't stop, of course. why would he? hearing you laugh, feeling your body rumble underneath him as you (weakly) attempt to push him off...it causes something to rise up in his pants, to ache in his shorts.

"can't go work out like this, yeah?" he murmurs in your ear. he's warm, too warm for the heat right now outside, but your air conditioning and fan work overtime for relief as you feel his fingers curl into the hem of your underwear. you tut at him, your hand curling into his fluffy hair.

“guess not. do you need something to hydrate?”

you can’t help but wink at him while he breathes on your folds, the shudder running through your body as he does so. he feels it too, hands on the undersides of your thighs, tongue just barely licking at your folds, giggling at how wet you already are.

“looks like i’m ‘bout to hit my goal, too.”

he dives in without warning, and the electricity that lances through your body as he sucks on your clit makes your back practically bend into itself. he’s ravenous, as he always is, throwing delicacy to the window as he licks and sucks and gnaws on you like some kind of animal. your eyes practically roll into the back of your head as a long groan spills from your lips, and you can feel his stare burning your face.

“yeah, ya dirty girl? ya like cummin’ all over my face?” his question is muffled as he slides down to tongue at your puckered hole, a gasp coming from you at the sudden contact you weren’t expecting. it only stokes the fires of your arousal as you begin to squirm, feeling the coil in your stomach tighten.

“y-yeah—”

“fuck, love it when ya admit it. can ya do it f’me righ’ now? cream all over m’ face?”

you don’t even have to think about it; in fact, you’re already gushing all over his mouth before you know it,, stars popping in and out of your vision as he mumbles good girl and so obedient against you. trails of slick attaching his lips to your groin as he pulls away.

“f-fuck,” you moan, weakly, a starstruck smile cracking your lips, and his grin only gets wider as he removes a hand to palm himself through his shorts. “ya like that, baby?” you nod, sighing, ignoring how warm you are. instead, you focus on the thin sheet of sweat that’s beginning to appear on tsugeura’s skin, glinting lightly off of the sunshine streaming in through the window.

“you’re not gonna go work out, are you?” you stammer out as he flips you over, breasts rubbing against the sheets. you remove your top as he tears off his shorts behind you, a dull thud on the floor at where they’ve landed. your nipples rub against the sheets; it’s a relief, feeling them ache so much, and one of tsugeura’s hands wraps around you to grab one, twisting it between his fingers.

he doesn’t answer, only laughs as he lines up his cock with your hole. the laugh is the answer, you deduce.

it’s a stretch, as it always is, and his hand abandons your chest to grab your hips. he sinks in easily, bottoming out with how open you are within seconds, groaning.

“fuck, god, y’re so fuckin’ hot,” he says, and you can’t help but move your hips a little against him, trying your best not to giggle. it’s so easy, it’s so fucking easy to get to him, and tsugeura is happy to play your little games. it’s endearing, seeing someone so in love with you at any and all points of the day, whose sometimes so blind that he doesn’t realize himself what he does to people.

that’s when his hips snap against your own. you yelp—he’s so deep, pressing against that little bundle of nerves that’ll have you squirting around his cock so quickly. he finds it easily, has mapped out your body (inside and outside) over the course of years, knowing exactly what points make you squeal and squirm and twist underneath him.

“yeah, this is gonna be my workout, okay, sweets?” he says. his hips snap against you again. your brain is emptying as he does so; you can’t concentrate beyond holding onto the sheets as his snapping turns into a rhythm—a breakneck rhythm, wet skin slapping against skin as he rails you into the bedspread. “c-cardio trainin’ my ass,” you hear him huff behind you as he drills into your hole, “y’re all i need. don’t even need a fuckin’ gym membership f’r this.”

your brain is mush now. you can’t think anymore. drool is pooling next to your head as he keeps up his pace, and the dam unleashes inside of you without you even noticing. all you feel is pleasure; the heat is barely noticeable with the friction between you two, burning you inside and out as you squirt all over him, essence dripping onto the sheets beneath you. you hear him suck on his teeth, as if fueled by your climax.

“yeah, baby! yeah, cum all over me. make a mess f’me, god, that’s so fucking hot, fuck—”

he stutters, and you know he’s cumming before he says it with a growl, bending over to press his entire body weight against you. you’re flat against the bed, now, as he ruts into you weakly, his sticky cum spilling into your hole, his thrusts causing it to drip onto the bed beneath you.

you both lay there for a long time, congealed liquids and sweat sticking you both together like tape. tsugeura pushes your hair to the side as he leans over to look at you, dazed smile matching your own as your eyes crinkle.

“that a good replacement?” you mumble, and he laughs, looking next to your head at his watch.

his watch blinks once, spelling out workout completed on the face.

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[leclerc-s]

big reputations - part four

series masterlist // previous // next

lance stroll daniel is currently punching the air

daniel ricciardo i may have a broken wrist but i can still knock you out nepo-baby

daniel ricciardo we got beef now verstappen. how could you do this to me??

max verstappen i'm sorry that we planned this before zandvoort and didn't anticipate you breaking bones. if anything this is oscar's fault for crashing

daniel ricciardo DON'T BLAME OSCAR! HE HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS!

oscar piastri oh god not this again.

alex albon you have to accept it oscar, you are now daniel's grid kid as the only other australian on the grid. lando norris he has mark webba alex albon notice how i said on the grid you muppet

fernando alonso she was very nice

daniel ricciardo THAT IS WHERE I DRAW THE LINE! SOMEONE TELL ME FERNANDO DIDN'T MEET HER!

lewis hamilton i have to put the poor guy out of his misery

lewis hamilton she stayed with red bull the entire time. she seemed to be having fun chatting with christian and gp. there was a little one with her too.

max verstappen you mean sabrina carpenter?

lewis hamilton no one told me her name. i only saw that she was small and blonde, and by small i mean like yuki small.

yuki tsunoda wow, low blow hamilton, but not lower than spain 2016

george russell yuki 'when they go low, i go lower' tsunoda gentlemen

valtteri bottas i expect lewis to start crying in 2 minutes lewis hamilton wow, i expected this from george but you valtteri? et tu, brute? george russell why me? what have i ever done? lewis hamilton you're just a little shit

daniel ricciardo maximilian did you invite her to singapore? suzuka? qatar?

max verstappen that's not my name and why don't you ask her? you have her number

charles leclerc WHAT? pierre gasly WHAT? logan sargeant WHAT? lando norris WHAT?

max verstappen i fucked up

daniel ricciardo watch your back max.

daniel ricciardo maximilian, i will committing murder. tell christian he can finally have me back as his driver. better yet, tell him to replace you with charlie

max verstappen i'm sorry??

daphne jones what the hell happened?

max verstappen i may or may not have let the other drivers know daniel has your number

daphne jones wow max, way to ruin the surprise.

max verstappen why do i feel like i'm getting scolded by my parents?

daniel ricciardo don't worry, i don't have any forks

daphne jones what? max verstappen how do you still remember that? i told you that years ago. daniel ricciardo the internet will never let me forget.

daphne jones i'm so confused, what does that mean

daniel ricciardo in the words of oscar piastri, if you know you know

max verstappen that is definitely your grid kid. daniel ricciardo WRONG! it's you and charles daphne jones well how can he be your boyfriend if he's your kid? daniel ricciardo right, then it's definitely charles and oscar max verstappen what about lando? daniel ricciardo that's fernando's grid kid and carlos' boyfriend daphne jones so you all just 'date' each other?

daniel ricciardo oh yeah, i'm dating max, who's dating charles, who's dating carlos, who's dating lando, who's dating oscar, who's dating logan, who's dating alex, who's dating george, who's dating lewis, who's dating seb. pierre is dating yuki, esteban is dating lance, fernando is dating mark webber, k-mag is dating nico hulkenberg, and nico rosberg and lewis are divorced. well according to the internet that is.

daphne jones okay. this just got weird so fast.

max verstappen r.i.p. brocedes you were iconic and will be greatly missed.

max verstappen anyways, see you in suzuka daphne.

daniel ricciardo DUDE! I WILL LITERALLY BOOK A FLIGHT TO SUZUKA TO BE THERE! DON'T FUCKING PLAY WITH ME!

daphne jones 🤭

daniel ricciardo GUYS THIS ISN'T FUCKING FUNNY!

daphne jones maybe i'll see you in suzuka, maybe i won't

lando norris WHERE THE FUCK WAS MY INVITE RICCIARDO??

lando norris YOU INVITED OSCAR BUT NOT ME?? THIS IS BLASPHEMY!

logan sargeant that's a big word for elmo lando norris SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU BALD EAGLE!!

daniel ricciardo they're my grid kids norris, it was their weekend with me

charles leclerc i had so much fun, daphne's so cool.

oscar piastri charles somehow convinced her to let him play the piano on one of her future songs.

charles leclerc I HAVE MADE IT IN LIFE

pierre gasly at this rate you'll win a grammy before a wdc charles leclerc i'll take it if it's for a daphne jones album

lance stroll did you rizz her up?? did you ricciardo?? have you let the troops down again??

lewis hamilton added three people

sebastian vettel lewis... i begged you not to do this.

lewis hamilton if i have to deal with this shit, so do you, jenson, and mark

jenson button oh this is great, we used to have one like this back in the day. someone (fernando) threatened to murder everyone at least 8 times a day

mark webber oh for fuck's sake. i thought i got rid of you people when i retired.

esteban ocon status report lieutenant verstappen??

max verstappen attempts to rizz up daphne jones have been made. it is unknown if they were successful.

mark webber what the hell are they talking about?

oscar piastri daniel went to a daphne jones eras tour concert with a dream of getting her his number. apparently it worked because they're friends now. logan sargeant AND clearly we're all too invested on whether on not this works because we're constantly asking for updates.

mark webber how long have you had a crush on her for now??

daniel ricciardo MARK!! fernando alonso he said it not me. i wanted really wanted to say something. sebastian vettel he used to play red all the time when we became teammates. lewis hamilton i completely forgot he did that lance stroll one could say 'it's been a long time coming'

mark webber was it not known that you've had a crush on her for years?

george russell this is new information

alex albon oh this makes so much more sense now

daniel ricciardo i hate all of you. none of you will ever get tickets to an eras tour show.

charles leclerc and why should i fall victim to their mistakes? oscar piastri and me? this is unfair daniel ricciardo not you guys or max lando norris THIS IS FAVORITISM! I WILL NOT STAND FOR IT! daniel ricciardo i don't give a shit

sebastian vettel oh you people really are motorsports biggest headaches

mark webber you were a little shit during your red bull years seb they probably learned it from you.

fernando alonso yeah, multi-21 seb.

sebastian vettel will you shut up about that?

jenson button no, that is a staple in f1 history. along with whatever some incident is and the iconic 'suck my balls mate'

max verstappen it's inchident actually charles leclerc man let it go, it's been over 10 years max verstappen no ❤️ lando norris who the hell taught him how to do that? oscar piastri sabrina. max verstappen you lying fuck, it was you! oscar piastri no one will believe you jenson button yeah i get why mark likes this kid.

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¡leclerc-s speaks! i took a little break but i'm back! hopefully i won't disappear for too long again. let's not talk about how today was the final race of the season and how i'm counting down the day until the next one. i'm gonna miss watching men go vroom vroom over the weekends for the next three months. click the first link on my pinned post if you wish to be added to the taglist for this story.

¡disclaimer! this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet.

[tinypeaceconnoisseur]

My most to least favorite drivers :

1. Charles ( Babygirl)

2. Oscar ( he's like a cat , grumpy but I love him )

3. Max ( I find max cool now but I'm not gonna pretend that he's not done some problematic shit , so I'm a little wary )

4. Yuki ( he's great )

5. Lewis ( I have limited knowledge about him but I agree that he deserves respect)

6. Alex ( he likes cats and so do I)

7. George ( I don't think he's like super Troy)

8. Logan ( poor guy honestly)

9. Valterri ( he seems like me dad )

10. Alonso ( he's A terror but atleast he's not hiding it )

11. Carlos ( it's higher actually but I forgot him and I'm too lazy to fix it)

12. Lance ( nepo baby but far from the worst one )

13. Kevin ( he's interesting, I'll give him that)

14. Zhou ( indifferent)

15. Nico ( I know nothing about him )

16. Pierre ( know him mostly through charles so yea)

17. Esteban ( I don't HATE him uk )

18 Checo ( I've heard he's super conservative n stuff )

19 Daniel ( if you know , you know what he said )

20. Lando ( I'm aware some of yall like him n all but he gives me the fake underdog who got away with a lot of shit vibes . )

[raapija]

OKAY, HERE WE GO FINALLY

So, let me introduce you to Nando's Nuggets aka his three little McChildren aka Carlito, Landito and baby Oscar 😘😘😘 (...aka the ultimate nepo baby trio of F1)

This kind of (I feel like this is a hedcanon more) belongs in the pookie au, go check it out ! ->

Huge thanks to everyone in my inbox for fueling this obsession 💚

Lando was a happy little accident born when Fernando was just 18. The relationship with Nando and Lando's mom, Ms. Norris, was pretty chaotic and turbulent and they ended up breaking up before he was even born. Lando stayed mostly with his dad and grew up as a grid-baby with other F1 drivers taking turns in babysitting him. He went through school in the UK since Nando kept his residence there most of the time and Lando got the English accent from there. He's always been around motorsport and it was just a matter of time before he would end up in F1.

Lando and Oscar grew up apart from each other, as Oscar was living in Australia. But whenever they were together while it was Nando's turn to have Oscar for a week or so, it was the highlight of their childhood. They got along well since they were pretty close in age and quite similar in other ways, too. Lando's mom wasn't around a lot when he was growing up, but as of lately, she has reached out to him again and is in good terms with the whole bunch.

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After Fernando separated from Landito's mom in the late nineties, he got together with this little known Aussie GT driver named Mark Webber. It was love at first sight and they had a really strong bond from the very start. They decided to get a kid together, which was wild since both were quite young and because of how difficult it was at the time for two men to get a child together. But, they somehow pulled through it and in April 2001, baby Oscar came along. (He is biologically Nando's through a surrogate) After a few quite happy years with this little family of two boys, Mark and Fernando eventually started to drift apart and the relationship fell flat. Through a mutual decision, they broke up and Oscar went off to live with Mark in Australia. Fernando still spent a lot of time with Oscar of course, but it was never enough. It was always sad to say good bye at the airport.

As time went on and Oscar grew older, he wanted to stay in the UK more. He got interested in karting like his two other brothers, and eventually moved over to try and make it into motorsport and connect better with Nando's side of the family. Mark was still very much around as he became Oscar's manager and pulled all kinds of stunts to get little Oscar in the best possible teams. Mark and Fernando are still very good friends and get along well. Oscar is definitely the most spoiled of them all.

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Carlos was an absolute menace and a troublemaker when he was young. When he was around 13-14, he took part in one of Nando's karting camps in Spain and that was really the only thing the kid was interested in. Later, tragically, Carlos would lose his parents in an accident and since he was such a difficult child, no one would take him in. But alas! Fernando heard about it and since he had seen how talented and passionate Carlos was about driving, he wanted to give him a chance and enrolled him into more karting classes at his own expense. Eventually, they became close and Fernando figured out since nobody else was gonna have him and the poor kid needed a proper home, he adopted him. Carlos immediately took the role of big brother to Lando and Oscar and would start to settle down since he now had a responsibility to be their role model. In time (and with lots of trial and error), Nando raised Carlos to be a sensible and well-adjusted young man who could safely be let out into the world knowing he was gonna be okay.

Carlos' protective nature over his little brothers and dad resulted in him beefing with Lance for years since he didn't exactly like the idea of his dad dating a guy who's four years younger than him. When Nando and Lance got married, it was finally enough proof that Lance wasn't going to leave and break his dad's heart like others had before. Now they're in good terms and Carlos thinks of him quite fondly, but will never admit it. Fernando is incredibly proud of how far Carlito has come and how he's now at Ferrari.

Lance has a pretty good relationship with the bunch overall despite Carlos' apprehensions. He often takes Lando or Oscar on fun trips and likes to hang out with them. Carlos sometimes asks Lance to go golfing with him since he can actually give him some competition.

It's strange for everyone that their step-dad is almost the same age as them (and younger, in Carlos' case), but somehow they make it work. He never actually considers himself to be a parental figure to them, more like a weird kinda fun uncle 🤷 It's weird, the whole family is weird, but they make it work. ❤️

Family portrait:

+This son inherited the magical powers:

[girlboypersonthingy]

Hiya!! Love your work so much😆

I was wondering if you’d write something where the paladins (especially keith hehe) have to go to a formal event like a gala to bring the coalition together (??) and how they’d ask y/n to be their date and/or how they’d react to y/n in their formal attire?? (maybe even add Matt too if you feel inspired) Thank youuu 🫶

Brooooo stoooppppp I am so weak for this idea holy shit 😩 And you are my first non anon request so THANKS FRIEND 🥹 I went with my three fav paladins 💙❤️💚AND Mattie boy 🧡Also I love writing with emojis, sorry not sorry. ENJOY DARLING~

KEITH ❤️

OH MY GOD POOR LITTLE SHY BABY BOY

He waits until the last minute to ask you, let’s be honest. Like a day before the event, he’s sitting beside you in the training room, trying to catch his breath when he goes “So that thing tomorrow. Wanna go together?” And you’re like 😏 “Are you asking me to be your date?” And now he’s like 🙄 “Shut up before I change my mind.”

It’s silent for a second but he’s staring at you. “So, are you gonna answer my question?” “Yes, Keith. I’ll be your date to the gala.” And he’s bright red in the face now.

He tries to act all cool and mysterious as you both leave the training deck and go opposite ways. As soon as you’re out of sight, he’s SPRINTING to Lance’s room.

“HELP I HAVE A DATE AND I DONT KNOW HOW TO ROMANCE!!!” 😰

He’s so fucking annoyed as he spends hours trying to memorize and properly recite pick up lines to Lance as practice.

He also totally does not steal a bottle of cologne from Lance’s bathroom before he leaves.

The morning of, he finds Shiro for wardrobe assistance. Big brother Shiro totally cleans Keith up, giving him a more semi-formal look. Keith thinks he’s too cool for a coat and tie. Shiro also convinces Keith to pull his hair back into a low pony tail.

He decides he’s just too nervous to meet you at your room so he kinda just sits on his bed for a while, fully dressed and smelling great and waiting for you.

Finally you step into his open door way, instantly catching his attention. He stands quickly, almost stumbling over his own feet as he approaches you, admiring your look for the evening.

“OH WOW. Oh…Uh…sorry. You look really nice.” You look so nice he’s stressed out about it like wtf why are you so gorgeous? He thinks you’re sooooo far out of his league.

“I like your hair pulled back like that.” You smile at him and he thinks he might just spontaneously combust rn.

He keeps his arm linked with yours as you walk together to the front of the castle where all the guests are.

Once there, you mostly hang out together or with the other paladins. You’re both kind of shy and you find comfort in being together. You’re like the two emo kids at prom who just stand against the wall and complain about the lame music.

At some point, you two disappeared from the party. Allura and Shiro are like Hello? Where did they go? Shiro wanders outside to look for you only to find you both laying on your backs in the grass right outside the castle’s front entrance, staring up at the sky. He smiles as he hears you laughing at something Keith said.

“Im serious! Lance told me to say ‘even in zero gravity, I’d still fall for you’.” “BOOOOO that’s a terrible line!” You laugh up to the dark night sky.

His hand moves slowly to the side until it meets yours. When you feel the touch, you link your pinky finger with his and look over at him. He’s still staring up at the stars as a smile grows across his face.

He was so worried about disappointing you tonight, he just wanted to charm you. But he didn’t need pick up lines or fancy clothes to make you smile. Just being his normal self seemed to make you happy.

LANCE 💙

You guessed it…Lance is going all out for you.

The morning that they are told about it from Allura, he’s literally interrupting the whole meeting to ask you to be his date.

Freaking cheese ball gets down on one knee, takes your hand and kisses the back of it softly. When he looks up at you, he’s got that flirty smirk on his thin lips. “Would you, (Y/N), make me the happiest man in the universe and be my date to the coalition gala?”

You: 😍🥵🤭

Lance: 😘😏😎

Everyone else: 🤢🫣🙄

Obvi, you say yes with dreamy eyes and a goofy smile on your face.

You thought it was cute that he asked you even though you’ve been dating for a while now. You just assumed you’d be going together anyways. What a sweet boy~

While you’re feeling fine about the whole thing, Lance is freaking out. He’s digging through his clothes looking for something fancy to wear, he’s doing double face masks, he’s forcing Pidge to smell different colognes and help him pick the best one, he’s practicing his slow dance AND his salsa skills. Keep in mind, the gala isn’t for another week but he needs to get prepared NOW!

“There’s not even gonna be music, idiot. It’s a gala, not prom. When are you two even gonna have the chance to do the lift from dirty dancing?” “SHUT UP, PIDGE! IT’LL HAPPEN!!!”

He just wants to impress you so bad. It’s his top priority at the moment.

The night of the event, he’s freshly showered, dressed for the gods, smelling like a whole bath and body works and he’s sitting in your room keeping you company while you get ready.

“Lance, the gala doesn’t start for another 4 hours. Why are you- nevermind. Forget it. You look great.” And he gets so excited at the compliment.

He watches as you get ready. He’s not as talkative as he usually is.

“You okay?” He nods with a dopey grin on his face. He’s just admiring you, that’s all. A compliment leaves his mouth like every 5 minutes as you continue to get all dolled up.

He follows along side you all the way there, his hand is in yours and it’s SWEATY. He’s so nervous.

Once you’re there, his attention span is that of a gold fish. He’s so excited and chatty and asking people questions and he never fails to introduce you to everyone…every single person…S E P A R A T E L Y. He just wants to brag.

“This fine little honey right here…yeah, all mine. I know what you’re thinking, how’d I get so lucky? I ask myself that every day.” What a sap omfg

He notices you’re looking less than happy, kind of tired. Your social battery is at like 5%. He can tell you need a break.

As you’re standing beside Allura, listening to her talk to an ally of the coalition, Lance grabs your hand and pulls you away. You’re running behind him just to keep up with his long legs.

“Where are we going?” “You’ll see.”

THIS MF SET UP FAIRY LIGHTS AND MUSIC AND CANDLES IN HIS ROOM. BRO IS LITERALLY SUCH A HOPELESS ROMANTIC I CANT DEAL WITH IT. That’s why he came to your room so early. He didn’t wanna risk you coming in to his room and seeing everything.

You might think this is so extra but if Lance is anything, it’s extra. He takes any chance he can to make you smile and feel special. He’s so sweet, it’s disgusting.

“I just really wanna dance with you, (Y/N)…” “You did all this…for me?” He nods with a shy smile, bitting his lip as he watches for your reaction. You’re over the moon, your smile uncontrollable now.

So you dance together for a couple songs. He gently caresses your back as he sways with you, occasionally letting his hands roam to your hips. At this point, his cheeks hurt from how hard he’s smiling. It’s cute and sweet and innocent and you’ve never loved him more.

PIDGE 💚

LMAO PIDGE WILL NOT EVEN ASK YOU.

Bc they’re too shy for that romantic shit.

They’re like “Who else would they go with? I’m not worried.”

They assume y’all are going together bc you’re obviously more than just friends.

They will get dressed up nice for you tho. They know everyone else will be dressed up too but they secretly WANT to make you swoon over them. Like plz feed their ego.

They actually go to Hunk for help with their wardrobe. Hunk is the best wingman to ever exist, change my mind. Also, they are really unsure whether they want to wear something more masculine or more feminine and they really trust Hunk with the topic of their gender identity.

“Hey, you guys ready?” You pop into Hunk’s room, all dressed up and ready to go.

“Almost! Hunk is just helping me with the zipper on-“ Once Pidge lays eyes on you, the little gears in their head stop completely. It’s like everything else faded away as they looked you up and down. You’re so angelic, wow oh wow.

“Aww, Pidge! You look stunning.” Aaaaand you broke them. You’re gonna have to turn them off and restart them.

“Uh yeah, you’re good now.” Hunk assures and nudges Pidge back to reality. “Go.” He whispers as he ushers them to move towards you.

You walk together in complete silence, your arm linked with theirs. Finally, they speak up first.

“Are you nervous?” “Yeah, are you?” “Yeah…” “I hate parties.” “Me too.”

So together you devise a plan: you’re gonna sneak around and pull silly little pranks on people and just eat all the food you can get your grubby little hands on.

And you do exactly that. You’re both having so much fun! You’re laughing so hard you’re snorting. You’re far from nervous now.

Pidge is the best at breaking you out of your shell and making you feel comfortable. You can be your true, authentic self around them. They are your best friend first and your ✨partner✨ second.

After a while, you two sneak off to their room to play video games. The food was good and the pranks were hilarious but you had both had enough.

As soon as the door shuts behind you, you’re both ripping off your uncomfortable fancy clothes and changing into pajamas.

You’re sitting beside them, watching the loading screen for the game. It’s taking a while…

“So…what do I have to do to get you to stare at me like that again?” Pidge whips their head around, watching you with nervous eyes. They take a deep breath before they speak. “I always stare at you like that. You’ve just never noticed.” “AAAAWWWWWWWW REALLY?!”

Forget the video game. CUE THE CUDDLEFEST!!! 💚💚💚

MATT 🧡

Matt literally goes like this: 😌👉🏻👈🏻 “Hey…uhm hey…wanna be my date to the gala tomorrow?” *blushies*

And you’re like “Matthew, we’ve been dating for 8 months.” “Yeah, so?” You sigh heavily. “Yes, I’ll be your date, you dork.”

He doesn’t go to anyone for help with anything. Man is so confident and he knows you love him no matter what he looks like.

But of course he cleans up for you. He dresses up all formal and uses mouth wash like 10 times. He puts on so much lotion. He got some from Lance bc his hands are always so dry. He just wants to hold your soft hand in his own soft hand, ya know?

He’s waiting outside your door for a while, giving you privacy while you get ready but being right there for you when you’re done.

Once your door slides open, he turns and now he’s looking at you like he just won the lottery.

“HOT DAMN, YOU ARE SO FINE! What did I ever do to deserve you? Oh my god, you’re so perfect. You are the most perfect thing I’ve ever laid my eyes on, did you know that? I swear, you are so precious-“ “Maaattttt, stooooopppppp.” You’re blushing so hard rn and he LOVES IT.

He walks with his arm around your shoulders, chatting with you about who is attending the event tonight and the importance of it all.

You sort of follow him around most the night, not doing much of the talking bc you’d rather listen to him talk.

He is so intelligent, just like Pidge. He uses words so big you cant even begin to imagine what half of them mean. He was so smooth with his words, the way he could spit facts about anything and everything without a second thought took your breath away.

At some point, you lost him in the crowd. He was busy, he was working to protect the universe. You understand. This is more than just a party.

You wander outside for some fresh air and a break from all the loud banter. Matt is meeting you out there within minutes.

“Hey. You alright?” He rests a hand on your upper back, rubbing his thumb back and forth between your shoulder blades. “Yep! Just…need a break.” “Yeah, I get it. It’s overwhelming.”

He turns and looks over his shoulder before he waves, a big smile on his face. “Oh hey! Yeah, this is (Y/N), my partner. The one I was telling you about.” He’s introducing you to an ally of the coalition who he’d just met earlier this evening.

You can’t help but smile, your heart pounding in your chest. He was talking about you to someone here tonight? What was he saying? Did he just call you his partner??? You’ve never actually heard him call you that. You’re so blushy and flattered and happy.

After a brief meeting, the visitor leaves you two alone. You pull Matt into a hug, squeezing him as tight as you can.

“You know I love you, right?” “Yes. You know I love YOU, right?” “Yeah, I know.” “Good, don’t you ever forget it.” You can decide who said what. Either way, y’all are so in love it’s not even funny.

[acapelladitty]

Edward Nygma/Reader - Beating

Summary - Beaten and in pain, Edward comes to you to be taken care of.

Her weight in his lap is welcomed despite the way in which it makes the ache which sits at the base of his spine feel much more pronounced.

“Poor baby.”

A soft comment, one which seemed at odds with the pure arousal which dripped free of her features as she cradled his face in her hands. Never one to hide her true feelings, her excitement at seeing how battered he was wasn’t wholly unexpected. He had even held himself back from presenting himself more favourably before arriving at her door, knowing that it would garner more of an earnest reaction.

Her hands had been quick to pull him to her plush sofa, his body screaming its protest at the quick movement as he sat; quickly finding himself enveloped by her warmth and the familiar scent of coffee and pine which seemed to pulse in the air around her.

Sinking into the comfort of her presence, he exhaled a shaky breath which masked a collection of woes as her ass pressed against his half-hard cock.

“I don’t think Dent and I will be on speaking terms for a while after this.” He muttered and his arms wrapped themselves around her waist, pulling her as close as he dared without adding the pressure of her weight to his numerous developing bruises.

“I’m sure he looks worse than you do.” She commented wryly, the palms of her hands massaging his chest through the torn shirt. “I bet he’s home alone right now, flipping that coin like a right sad bastard.”

Humming, Edward enjoyed the mental image for a moment. “Others may have me, but I cannot be shared.” Even to his own ears, his voice sounded nasally and he wondered if his nose was truly broken by the wretched elbow which had collided with it.

“Loneliness.” She replied in a heartbeat, having heard it before, and he smiled at her – the slight movement opening up the cut which lay on his lower lip.

A fools errand as she pulled at his face in a swift movement and the pressure on his nose as she mashed her lips against his own made him see stars as the pain radiated in such a way that his breath caught in his lungs and his body went stiff.

Her thumb moved quickly, swiping away the droplet of blood which gathered in the corner of his mouth and he sighed as his cock twitched at the gentle contact.

At her request, he tilted his head to the side, allowing her to run the soft pad of her finger along the raised welt which decorated his cheek. The coolness of her fingers was welcome against the throbbing flesh and he adjusted her in his lap, attempting to subtly shift his cock so that it lay behind her ass and wouldn’t encourage her to too much foolishness.

“Oops.” She whispered the apology into his ear, her teeth worrying at the lobe to let him know that she wasn’t very sorry at all. Rather, her hand snaked down his body until she readjusted enough to tug as his belt. “Want me to kiss it better?”

Heat lancing through his groin at the thought of her kissing all his injuries better, Edward allowed common sense to prevail even as her hand dropped to cup at his aching cock - her unfettered interest making his length twitch with interest despite his pains.

“I don’t think I’ll survive you having your way with me, dear.” He mumbled into her neck, taking great care to only touch her skin with bleeding lips and not his throbbing nose. “But if a bath were on the cards then I would allow you to play nurse and see to my many grievous injuries.”

“Nurse Ratched more like.”

In a bolt of movement, she was off him and the suddenness of her departure caused his aching shoulder to creak dangerously and the open wound on his leg, which had paused in its bleeding, to start up once again.

Holding back a groan, he watched her disappear into the bathroom with a determined smile playing on her full lips as his own stretched into a fond grimace and he sighed.

[missmaywemeetagain]

Broken Glass Chapter 10 💔🥂❤️‍🩹

Ahhhh, my babies, we've finally reached the chapter I've been itching to tell you about for ages! And I cannot WAIT to hear what you think about it!

We left off in Chapter 9 with poor Lori fighting physical exhaustion and a gamut of feelings for Elvis (who's being a stubborn idiot), and when they arrived home to Graceland, their frustrations came to a head. Elvis finally confronted her about her past and a terrified Lori didn't take it well.

Now in Elvis' perspective, we pick up immediately after her collapse. He is mortified and lovesick and convinced that he's harmed her beyond repair. Oh, Elvis. 💔

Like I said, I can't wait to hear your screams about the twists in this chapter, so please don't hold back! 😁 I hope you enjoy!

Much Love! xoxoxox, Madi 💗

TW: Please scroll to the end only if you need them--I don't want to spoil anything for those who hate spoilers!

Broken Glass Chapter 10

Shit shit shit shit, Elvis chants in his head as you vomit violently onto the pavement, go grey as a ghost, and your terrified eyes roll back into your head. His lean arms wrap around you quickly when you collapse, keeping you from falling into your own sick or hitting your head on the ground.

“Shit,” he curses, out loud this time, following your center of gravity and scooping you up into his arms. “Lori! Come on, darlin’, wake up f’me,” he pleads softly.

Your body seems awfully tiny and much too light for someone who’s presence he can never truly ignore, even when he wants to. His heart slams in his chest, his blood already up from his temper, though it fizzled out the moment you started shivering and sobbing and apologizing like he was sending you to the gallows. The look of resigned fear on your face was enough to give him nightmares and that was before you’d lost consciousness.

He is no stranger to fainting women, it being a staple of his fame since almost the beginning. While he never could quite understand why he of all people caused such a reaction in young ladies, he was always as calm and gentle as he could be. It was his fault they got overexcited, after all—they couldn’t control it just as much as he couldn’t.

But this was different.

You certainly hadn’t passed out because you were overcome by the joy of his presence. Instead, you look like death, and he’s not remotely calm about it.

“What the hell happened? What’d you do to her?” Gene asks accusatorily, running up behind him, followed by the rest of the guys in various states of concern.

“What’d I do…? Shut yer damn mouth ‘fore ya catch flies, ya idiot, and go call the doctor,” Elvis huffs back, hoisting you up into his arms, swinging around, and hightailing it towards the house.

The fear that lances through him at your pallor and lifelessness hits like a knife. The seed of anger he’s held on to so tightly this last week withers at the thought he’s done real damage here.

This is my fault.

He’s not exactly sure how but he knows. He only had to take one look at your face when he called you out to understand you hadn’t meant to hurt him and your past scared you enough to risk the lie. Stupidly, he’d wanted the satisfaction of confronting your wrongdoing, for you to have a smidge of the hurt he was feeling.

But he never wanted this.

How could he have missed something was wrong? You are so damn strong, meeting every challenge thrown your way that he never considered you might be unwell. Selfish idiot, he chastises himself.

He comes close to kicking down the door to his home, but Charlie scoots around him fast enough to open it before he resorts to property damage.

“Come on, Little Bird, wake up for me,” he murmurs softly as he oh so gently sets you on the long sofa. He hates the boneless way you settle, eyes closed and completely unconscious. Nerves shudder down his spine and he doesn’t bother to hide them.

“Did someone call the damn doctor?” he yells at Charlie.

“Yeah, yeah, he’s on his way.” Charlie has the sense to look worried, unlike his idiot cousin who peers over his shoulder.

“Wipe that dumbass look offa your face and go get her some water!” Elvis snaps at Gene, who looks at him wide eyed for a moment before disappearing.

Brushing a lock of hair off your forehead, he holds and rubs your cold little hand in his as he quietly talks to you.

“I’m sorry, Lo, I-I-I shouldn’t’ve come atchu like that. I-I realize now that, um, maybe you had your reasons f’not telling me ‘bout your past. I jus’ thought you knew you could trust me, and-and it hurt that you din’t and sometimes I just get so mad I can’t see straight but I shouldn’t take it out on you…” he rambles quietly, “Please jus’ wake up, now, you gotta wake up, honey. I can’t do this without ya.” The admission falls breathlessly from his lips, soft as snowfall.

His heart plummets when he thinks about all the ways he’s taken his anger out on you this past week—ignoring you, throwing girls in your face, making snide comments—and his ego wants nothing more to justify his actions, but in truth, you were right. He had been playing mind games and not communicating why he was upset. He should have just asked you about it right after Frank spilled the beans instead of punishing you for something you didn’t even know he’d found out.

Lord, his mama would have his hide for such childish behavior.

Shame flames his cheeks and worries surround him like a dark cloud until the doctor shows up. You still haven’t so much as stirred and it has him nibbling at his nails—a nervous old habit he’s never quite been able to kick.

When Dr. Shaw arrives, Elvis shoos away the audience of men who’ve crowded the living room when he wasn’t looking. At least they all have the sense to look concerned.

“What happened?” Dr. Shaw asks, setting his bag down next to the couch.

“I-I-I don’t know exactly, one minute she was fine, well maybe not fine cuz we were in a bit of a disagreement, ya see, and well, she, maybe she was worked up? One minute she was standing there and the next she lost her lunch on the pavement and passed out,” he says, unsure if he’s making any sense.

“Did she hit her head?” The doctor asks, examining your hairline.

“Naw, I caught her before she hit the ground.” His leg jiggles uncontrollably, wondering if you’re okay, wondering what he could’ve done differently.

Dr. Shaw looks at Elvis over his glasses, taking in his nervousness. “Has she been ill otherwise?”

Elvis blinks. “Um, I-I-I’m not sure.”

The doctor is one of the only people who knows about his illness, who you really are and what you are doing here, so it’s unsurprising he looks a bit incredulous. “Elvis, you’re spending all of your time with this young woman, and you don’t know if she’s been ill or not?”

More shame bleeds through his chest and settles like a stone in his stomach. His face flushes red hot and the temperature in the room seems to have gone up without him noticing.

“Um, no, I-I guess not, sir,” he mumbles.

He knows his faults, and generally being uncaring isn’t one of them. But these past few weeks, he’s been thinking mostly about himself. His feelings. How your secret affected him. Not how it affected you, or why you might need to hide it. You’d tried your best to take care of him, apparently to the detriment of yourself.

No, he’d been mighty careless with you, and spitefully so.

Dr. Shaw gives him a pursed-lip look.

“I, well, now I know the new hours are keepin’ her busy, what with how I gotta live and all. I-I-I guess she’s seemed tired?” Elvis adds, desperate to fill the silence.

He doesn’t feel he can share all the other pieces, like how you’d been on the run from your mafia fiancé who’d…

Oh, Lord.

Dread rolls in his stomach when he realizes his misstep.

The nightmares. You quivering in terror on the bathroom floor. The bruises. Bruises he’d seen staining your body in places no bruise should ever be. The way you’d flinched when he touched you roughly.

Your fiancé had done that to you. That man was the reason you fled New York.

How stupid he was for not putting it all together sooner. Your fiancé hurt you, and you tried to escape the only way you could.

And Elvis was so afraid of loving you, so consumed by his own feelings, he punished you for it. Just another man in your life punishing you for something that wasn’t your fault.

Fuck.

His gut rolls, leaving him queasy. Through his horror, he wonders if you’ll ever be able to forgive him. If you even should.

Your little moan steals his attention as you stir slightly on the sofa.

“Lori?” he asks, jumping to, wanting you so badly to wake up so he can apologize, so he can make it up to you. “Please, baby, you gotta wake up now. The doc is here.” He grabs your hand and doesn’t even care how desperate he sounds.

“Mmm?” Your eyes flutter open and his heart swells to see those crystal blues start to focus.

“What happened?” you moan quietly, rubbing your eyes.

“You, uh, you got sick, darlin’ and then fainted,” he coos but there is an edge of disappointment in it, in himself.

Your eyes narrow and then widen with what he assumes is your memory coming back. He watches the trepidation and embarrassment fill your eyes. You slide your hand out of his, shirking back from him, and his heart crumbles a little.

I did this.

“Dolores, can you tell me what happened? How are you feeling?” the doctor asks.

Your attention pulls away from Elvis, your trepidation clouded by your struggle to focus.

“Oh, I’m sure I’m fine, probably just carsick from the bus ride,” you say, voice wavering, unconvincingly trying to blow off the concern.

“You’re not fuckin’ fine,” Elvis snaps before he can stop himself.

Your eyes widen and Dr. Shaw clears his throat.

“Excuse my language,” he apologizes, then tries to continue more gently, “but you’re not. You’re always gettin’ on me about not tellin’ you what’s what, so now you better answer the doctor’s questions truthfully, honey.”

There’s a beaten, submissive look in your eye that nearly breaks his heart. You turn your attention back to Shaw.

“I’ve had an ongoing headache for days…weeks, maybe? And I am exhausted,” you admit quietly. “Carsick on the rides. It’s probably just a virus. Nothing a l-little rest won’t cure.”

Dr. Shaw purses his lips. “I’d still like to do an examination and some tests. Is there somewhere more private we can go?”

“Upstairs.” Elvis jumps up, eager to be helpful and expend some of the nervous energy coursing through him. He extends his hand to help you off the couch, but you shrink back from him. Stomach churning with guilt, he watches as you warily push yourself off the couch to standing.

You wobble and sway on your feet, and his instinct kicks in as he immediately swoops his arm under you and lifts.

“Elvis, stop, I can get up the stairs by myself,” you protest halfheartedly, but by the way your body sags against him, he doesn’t believe you.

“Hush.”

Scowling, you don’t fight anymore, your eyes getting a dim and faraway look when your head plops on his shoulder with defeat. It’s worrisome.

By the time he maneuvers you up the stairs and into the bedroom, his growing unease has taken root. And it grows more when he sets you on the bed and you look like a shadow of your usual self. Like darkness is trying to swallow you whole and you are letting it.

He looks at Shaw, his eyes trying to convey the deep concern he now feels for your wellbeing, the concern that should’ve been there for weeks if not for his head being wedged so far up his own ass he refused to see what was right in front of him.

“Thank you, Elvis,” Shaw says, “Now, I’ll need some privacy to do the examination.” The doctor nods his head towards the door, dismissing him.

“Aw, hell no. I’m not leavin’ her like this.” He shakes his head stubbornly. The thought of her alone with any man but him suddenly makes his skin crawl, even though he’s known Shaw for years.

“Elvis, I’ve got her. Go. I’ll be down to update you in a bit.” Shaw’s voice is gentle but firm, leaving no room for question.

Elvis clenches his fists, his nostrils flaring.

Breathe. In, out.

It’s your voice saying it. He looks to you, sitting stock still against the pillows, staring into space, and realizes your voice is only in his head. It’s both heart-wrenching and comforting.

Finally, he nods curtly, then leaves his—our—room, shutting the door quietly behind him, resisting the urge to leave it open just a crack in order to listen in, to make sure no harm comes to you. But even in his current state, he knows that is overstepping. He forces himself to walk down the stairs, his mind churning.

After pacing the length of the house multiple times, beating himself up for his poor treatment of you, furious at your former fiancé for hurting you, and tying himself into knots with worst-case scenarios, he eventually finds himself at the piano. The only thing that ever truly quiets his mind is music. His fingers fly over the keys and he pours it all into the spirituals coming to him from deep within his soul.

God loves him best when he sings. Maybe He’ll hear his pleas for forgiveness, his prayers for healing—not for himself, but for you.

Lost in the music, he’s not sure how long he sings, but stops abruptly when Dr. Shaw appears in the doorway.

“Sorry to interrupt,” the doc says.

Elvis waves his arm dismissively. “How is she?”

Shaw hesitates. “It could just be a virus, but I took some blood and urine to test.”

There’s something he’s not saying, Elvis can tell. “And?”

Another pause. “I’m a little concerned about her…state of mind. I know I’ve only met her once or twice, but she seems withdrawn, almost traumatized. You said there was an argument?” He looks at Elvis with an undercurrent of judgement.

Heat blazes across Elvis’ cheeks, while guilt stabs in his belly. “I-I-I…yes, sir, but I’d never hurt her! And I-I don’t think…I-I mean, I don’t know…I think something happened t’her before we met,” he eventually gets out. It’s not his place to share your secrets, but damn if he’s going to let this doctor think he’s hurt you physically.

Dr. Shaw’s eyebrow raises, but he doesn’t press. He looks over Elvis with pursed lips and a watchful eye before his gaze softens.

“Can I go up and see her?” Elvis asks, almost desperately.

Shaw nods. “But she needs to rest. Stay off her feet. Eat well, if she can, and drink plenty of fluids.” Not run around after your ass, is the unspoken instruction. “Make sure she’s doing those things but…I wouldn’t press her.”

“Yessir.”

There’s tension hanging in the air before the subject is changed. “How are you feeling? Do we to have someone else step in until Ms. Cannava is well?”

Elvis grimaces, shaking his head. The last thing he needs is someone else poking around in his business, in your business. “I’m alright, sir. Probably could use a little R & R myself.”

Shaw looks at him with a critical eye. “Alright, son. Let’s keep it low-key, shall we? I’ll be back tomorrow to check in and hopefully we’ll have some answers.”

And with that, Elvis sees the doctor out.

He lasts approximately 90 seconds before he runs to the kitchen to fetch a glass of water and takes the stairs quickly enough that he spills half the glass before he makes it to his room.

“Knock, knock,” he says gently, opening the door. You are laying on your side now, away from him, curled in on yourself on top of the covers and the sight nearly does him in for how vulnerable you look.

“Doc said you need plenty of fluids, so I brought you some water,” he rambles, coming around and setting the glass on the stand next to the bed. “Can I getchu anythin’ else?”

You blink slowly, but don’t respond otherwise. His stomach drops. It’s unnerving, the way you’re staring through him at the wall, vacant and broken.

He can’t have done this, right? Not like this. There’s got to be more to this than a silly fight.

You’re a fuckin’ asshole, the voice in his head berates. He wants to disagree but can’t. But this isn’t the time for him to feel sorry for himself. Standing here being useless isn’t helping anyone.

What would Little Bird do? The thought snaps him into action. “Imma gonna just take off these shoes a’ yours, okay?” he says gently, not wanting to startle you. With care, he takes off your heels one by one, setting them on the carpet at the end of the bed. He wants you to be comfortable but hesitates to undress you, unsure if that would be crossing a line. But he can’t well leave you to sleep in the clothes you wore on the bus for near a day.

After a minute of indecision, he plows forward. “Alright, honey, I’m just going to help you out of these clothes, just down to your slip, okay? Nothin’ more, don’t you worry.”

You don’t fight him at all, wordlessly allowing him to move you upright and undo your blouse. There’s certainly nothing untoward about the way his fingers manage the buttons or how they unzip your skirt. It’s not the way he ever wanted to be doing these things, though, he thinks as he strips your clothes and pulls down the spread on the bed. You have no outward reaction to him lying you down and pulling the covers up over your body, other than letting your eyes fall closed.

He thinks back to the care you’ve shown him when he’s been such in a state, and it’s what gets him through the feeling of helplessness churning in his gut.

Once you are tucked in, he grabs his own pajamas. He’s got no urge to leave you or deal with the idiots downstairs. No, even though his mind is going, he joins you in the bed, attempting to read the book on his nightstand while worry nags at him. Eventually, his eyes droop closed and the darkness takes him, too.

*

You are a bit more responsive the next day, eating a bite of the toast and jam he’d brought up for you, but you stay in bed, eerily quiet and entirely too withdrawn for his liking. He does his damnedest to follow Dr. Shaw’s instructions and leave you be, but it’s nearly impossible for him to not check on you multiple times an hour.

Honestly, he’s not sure you even register his presence half the time and fuck if that doesn’t stab him straight through the heart.

Charlie and the other boys do their best to distract him, but he’s got no humor for the usual fun and games. No, he’s much too wrapped up in his own head, vacillating from wanting to punch his way through the wall and being so lovesick he feels nauseous. The only thing keeping him from totally spiraling is the fact you are still here and alive and in his bed. He hasn’t lost you yet, he doesn’t think.

He can’t lose you.

By the time Dr. Shaw arrives in the evening, Elvis is about ready to jump down his throat with questions. “Is she gonna be okay?”

“Let’s go upstairs, son,” Dr. Shaw says, in a somewhat ominous tone. If the doc wants him there for the conversation, the news can’t be good.

Elvis’ heart knocks against his ribs with each step closer he gets to you. You can’t be sick. He’s only just found you and Lord, does he need you more than he needs air. If he’s learned nothing else, it’s that.

Fidgeting, he lets the doctor in the room, following close behind.

“How are you feeling today, Lori?” Dr. Shaw asks, sitting near you on the edge of the bed.

Your usually bright and savvy eyes seem dull as you take the effort to focus on the doctor and his question. “I’m tired,” you whisper sluggishly, shrugging.

“Well, I think we have an answer as to the reason for that,” Shaw says kindly, then motions to him. “Elvis, why don’t you sit?” He gets up from the bed, offering Elvis his spot.

Oh, God, it’s that bad. His dinner threatens to make a reappearance, but he swallows the bile down, sinking onto the bed near your legs.

Dr. Shaw clears his throat. “Ahem, well, Lori, the good news is I don’t think you are sick in the real sense of the word.”

A wave of elation hits Elvis. Thank you, Jesus.

“You are, however, pregnant.”

The crest hits, disbelief slamming into him, taking his breath away in a whoosh.

“How’s that possible?” It falls out of his mouth immediately and without thinking, imbued with much too much innocence after his jaw hits the floor.

A deeply biological sense of panic washes over him then because it is most unmarried men’s nightmare, especially a man like him, to be blindsided by news like this. But his biology and his brain aren’t on the same level because it takes him longer than it should to reconcile there is absolutely no way this child is his.  

This isn’t technically his mess.

But the doctor doesn’t know that and peers over his spectacles with a raised eyebrow. “I trust I don’t have to give you a talk about the birds and the bees, Elvis.”

A flush of heat hits his cheeks and he shakes his head. “No, sir.”

All at once, the gravity of the situation sinks in. The bruises. Your fiancé. That fuckin’ monster. The slightly judgmental way Shaw is looking at Elvis because in the doc’s mind, Elvis is the one who got you in trouble.

Shit.

Finally, his head turns to you. Your olive skin is deathly pale, your icy eyes more intense than usual and shining with unshed tears as you stare straight ahead. Your fingers twist around and around themselves, something he’s noticed you do when you are nervous.

Elvis lightly places his hand on your shin and your eyes whip to his for the first time in over a day. At least you don’t flinch at his touch this time. Instead, his touch seems to ground you and he watches carefully as you come back into yourself and out of wherever your head has held you prisoner since he yelled at you yesterday.

Dr. Shaw looks at the both of you before continuing. “It’s very early days, my guess is—”

“Four weeks,” you finish, the pain of knowing exactly how long etched in your features. It makes his heart ache for you, and more than anything he wants to find the man who did this to you and make him regret he was ever born. But now isn’t the time for all that.

Four weeks is the same amount of time you’ve known each other, meaning this happened after he’d already met you.

How?

“Yes, and anything can happen in these early days, as you well know. I know this is a…delicate situation.” There is unspoken subtext in the doctor’s words, and while Elvis is piecing it out, you seem to understand immediately. The look you give him is heavy and filled with words you cannot say out loud yet. The silence sits heavy between you two.

The doctor takes his cue. “You two have a lot to talk about. Why don’t I come back tomorrow to do your exam and get you set up with what you’ll need going forward? Keep your activity light for now.”

You nod. “Thank you, Dr. Shaw,” you whisper.

Elvis stares at you, trying to psychically glean what you are thinking, but your eyes have shuttered and his own thoughts are going a mile a minute. It’s hard to focus until after he sees the doctor to the door.

“Doc, this probably goes without saying, but we need to keep a lid on this,” Elvis says quietly. He’s too much in shock to understand all the ramifications just yet, but he knows this world is unkind to unmarried young ladies who find themselves in the family way, even if it wasn’t their fault.

He’s got to protect you.

“Of course, Elvis. The same discretion I apply to you will apply to her, don’t worry son,” the man says, patting his back in solidarity.

He ignores the concerned and curious looks from the guys in the living room as he takes the stairs two at a time, his anxiety rising the more he’s away from you.

Skidding through the door, he grinds to a halt when he sees the empty bed. Frantically, he looks around the room, finding you in the closet.

“Little Bird, what’re you doin’?” he says, watching in disbelief as you start pulling clothes and throwing them on the bed before dragging your suitcase, which had only been put away yesterday, back out into the room.

“I have to go,” you say, deliberately not looking at him as you rummage in the closet.

“Go?” he asks stupidly. “Go where?”

“I don’t know…maybe out West somewhere. Canada, maybe,” you mumble, as if this a normal conversation.

His pulse thunders in his head. “What…no, why do you think you’re goin’ anywhere in your condition?”

“I’m not an invalid, Elvis, I’m pregnant,” you scoff. “I’m—” your breath hitches for a moment, your shaking hand revealing your true feelings no matter how calm you are trying to appear. “This isn’t on you, and I know you were getting ready to let me go because I lied to you, which I’ve accepted, but I had no idea…I should’ve known. And I thought I’d have more time to get ready…”

His mouth might be catching flies for how dumbfounded he feels as he tries to follow your rambling train of thought. You scurry into the bathroom and rustle around before returning with some of your things, which you dump haphazardly into the suitcase.

“I know you were getting ready to let me go…” circles round in his head a few times before it hits.

You’re running. And you seem to think it’s what he wants.

“Stop.” The command is low and firm.

You freeze in the closet for a moment before grabbing another armful of dresses, ones he bought you even though you insisted you didn’t need anything.

“Dolores, stop this right now and sit yer ass down, goddammit!” he raises his voice, pointing to the bed.

Finally halting, he watches a shudder run through you before you defeatedly sit on the very edge of the bed, your arms full of clothes. Refusing to look at him. He can’t tell if you are more afraid or ashamed, but either makes his heart crumble and the thought of you leaving has him wanting to break in two.

He sinks to his knees in front of you, desperately wanting to take your hands in his own but not wanting to overstep in your fragile state. He softens his voice like he’s going to sing a lullaby.

“Little Bird, I don’t want you to go. Why would you say that?” It comes out too pleadingly, but he can’t bring himself to care.

You blink rapidly, once, twice, processing his words, the unemotional mask you are trying so hard to keep on your face cracking. “You…you were so angry I lied and have every right to be! I thought you’d want me gone as soon as you found someone new,” you whisper.

“Honey, no—”

“And now, as if Gianni hadn’t already done his worst, now I’m…I’m pregnant.” Your voice chokes and the façade finally collapses as sobs wrack your shoulders.

Elvis can’t stand it any longer, sinking onto the bed next to you, pulling you into his arms. You go stiff for a second, resisting, but he squeezes, and you relent, your head falling on his shoulder, tiny hand clutching the fabric of his shirt like a lifeline.

Every quiet sob coming from you breaks his heart a little. He still doesn’t know you like he wants to but knows without a doubt you didn’t deserve to be hurt like this. You don’t deserve to bear the consequences of an evil man’s actions.

Gianni.

That was the name you said. Rage simmers deep in his stomach, but now is not the time to plot that asshole’s demise, no matter how much he wants to. Right now, Elvis has to make sure you don’t do something stupid, like leave him and run to Canada.

His shirt soaks with your tears. The damp sticks to his skin and should be uncomfortable yet it’s not. It’s proof you are here, with him, and he holds onto that.

“Breathe, baby. Just like you showed me—in, out, in, out,” he coos.

Sobs turn to sniffles. Your body shivers but fights for those slower breaths, your grip on him loosening as you seem to calm. He is lulled, too, his racing mind given reprieve for a moment, distracted by your presence in his arms.

Heavy silence fills the space.

“I have to go,” you whisper, sounding pragmatic and defeated, but calm. Peeling yourself from the cocoon of his arms, you stand abruptly.

He grabs you gently by the wrist, turning you back to him. “Din’t you hear me, lil’ one? I don’t want you to go. I-I’m sorry I been such an ass. I-I-I shoulda just asked ya what happened instead o-of punishing ya for somethin’ I din’t understand.” Desperation he’s unaccustomed to feeling leeches into his voice.

He looks up into your shining eyes, hating the warring resignation on your pretty features.

“Elvis…” you begin, stepping away, “you have every right to be angry but—"

“No, n-no…I mean, yeah, I was, but that doesn’t matter now. Please, Little Bird.”

You pause. “I need to leave.” You start putting things in your suitcase, much slower this time.

His heart cracks a little more with every beat. “No, Lori. You…listen, I-I-I’ll be a much better patient, I promise. I’ll stick to your diet and routine and all that shit.” He tries to make light but your face fixes in a determined scowl.  

You just shake your head resolutely.

Finally, he grasps your hands. “Honey, ain’t you hearin’ me? I’m sorry, so fuckin’ sorry, an’ I don’t admit that very often cuz I’m a stubborn ol’ goat, but I’m sayin’ it now. I don’t want you to go. So, stop this nonsense and talk to me!”

Quiet tears streak down your cheeks and you try to blink them away as you look down at him.

“I hear you. But you don’t understand—you’re not thinking, Elvis. I’ve got to go. I’ve got to go to save you,” you plead.

“What?” He can’t hide his confusion.

“I already put a target on your back. And if Gianni finds out I’m…he’s coming after me. Whether today or tomorrow or a year from now, I feel it in my bones, and I’ve put you right in the crossfire.”

“I can take care of myself,” he bristles.

You shake your head. “It’s not just that. Once the press gets wind of this—” you motion to your belly “—it won’t be good for either of us. If I go now and disappear, you’ll have a chance.” Your sentence ends in a whisper.

He blinks once, twice, trying to absorb what you’re saying. But all the logic in the world doesn’t change his heart. It doesn’t change how much he…

“I need you,” he admits, staring right into your eyes, unwaveringly.

Your lip quivers. “I can’t.” You look away before speaking again. “I’m sure Colonel can find you someone else who can fulfill your needs.”

Fuck. He’s losing you; you are slipping right through his fingers. Frustration fills him with frantic desperation.

“You ain’t gettin’ it, Dolores. I don’t need some other nurse, I need you, goddammit!”

His voice is loud in the small space, echoing briefly before the sound gets sucked into the sound proofing.

“Elvis…” you whisper, eyes going wide with questions he can’t answer, not now.

“Listen—jus’ listen to me, okay? There’s gotta be somethin’, cuz I sure as hell ain’t lettin’ you out there by yourself to get hurt by those goons. I’ll fend ‘em off myself.” His brain whirls, trying to see his way through the problem.

“No, Elvis, you don’t understand! This isn’t the movies! Gianni, my father, the famiglia—those ‘goons’—they are dangerous. Lethal. They’ll stop at nothing to get what they want. And if Frank knows I left, it means even if they can’t get to you physically, they can do worse to your reputation and your career—everything you’re working so hard to keep.”

Your face blanches and your entire body goes tense. “And if Gianni finds out I’m pregnant with his child, even you might not be safe from him. Oh, Madone, I should have never come here.” Green tinges your face and you bolt for the bathroom.

His heart races, slamming against his ribcage again and again. You paint a bleak picture, and your fear is contagious. But the fear of never seeing you again, of you being out there alone and in danger, strikes not only dread in his heart, but a protective fervor he’s never quite felt before.

An idea comes to him then in a flash, and the sound of your retching snaps him into action. Whether it’s terror or the baby, or both, it has you so in knots you are sick, and he can’t have that.

A few weeks ago, he may have been able to tell himself it’s because you are a good nurse, that he doesn’t want to train some new girl when you already know what you are doing, and that’s why he’s about to do something either wildly clever or wildly stupid. But he’d be lying.

He feels like he’s buzzing from the inside out with nerves, almost like the feeling he gets when doing a live show. It’s equally terrifying and exhilarating and addicting and maybe it’s God’s way of letting him know he’s on the right path.

Barely aware of how he got there, he’s in the bathroom, wetting a washcloth and crouching down next to you by the toilet. Not how he ever imagined this would go, but here he is anyway, brushing the hair off your cheeks. He’s so far gone for you, the sick doesn’t even phase him as he wipes your face.

None of it phases him enough to let you go.

You don’t want to look at him, he can tell, but you finally do, your ice blue irises vibrant against your bloodshot eyes, looking defeated and scared and miserable. But still beautiful. Always beautiful.

“Marry me.”

He says it with a quiet confidence only he could muster, despite the pounding of his heart.

You blink in shock, straightening. “W-what?”

“Marry me.”

“Elvis, you can’t be—”

He holds up his hand, halting her reply. “And before you say no, hear me out.”

Your mouth snaps shut in bewilderment.

“Doc said it was early. So, if we get married real soon—love-at-first-sight and all that—it’s still plausible to those without details everything is on the up and up, right?”

Your eyes narrow a little as you work through it. “I…I suppose so, if all goes well.”

A thought comes to him suddenly, threatening to ruin his plan, but he has to say it or he won’t forgive himself for not giving you the out. “I shoulda asked…I-I mean…there are other ways to solve this, less legal ones, but I’d pay for it if that’s what you want. I wouldn’t blame ya, considerin’ the circumstances,” he says almost bashfully.

It takes you a second to glean his meaning, your face going more ashen than it was already. “Oh. Oh, no. I…I’m Catholic. I don’t…that’s not an option for me.”

“Okay.” He nods, knowing he needs to continue, “T-There’s also adoption. I won’t force you to raise this baby, even if it looks bad for me…I-I-I would never do that to ya.”  

Your eyes fill with tears again, a gamut of emotions running through them. “I don’t think I want that either,” you say quietly.

The weight of that settles between them for a moment before he clears his throat. “Alrighty. I hate to ask this, but you said ‘four weeks’ earlier…so did he hurt you after we met? How—how long were y’all together?” It all leaves a bad taste in his mouth to ask, but he needs to know in order to make this work.

Your eyes close painfully. When you open them, there is resolve there, covering your suffering. “We weren’t. Not really. Gianni set his sights on me a long time ago, and my father…well, Gianni’s family is powerful, and Pop knew a marriage between us would raise his status in the famiglia. My mother didn’t want it, but when she died…well, I had to help raise my brothers, and I was too young, anyway. Then, I escaped by going to nursing school and managed to avoid him for a while, but…,” you take a deep, shuddering breath to keep going. “…but the day after we met in the hospital, he cornered me after my shift. He, um, proposed, and I froze. I didn’t say yes, but I-I was paralyzed, and he took that as acceptance. Then he brought me home to an empty house and…stole what he thought was already his.”

Elvis squeezes his fists so hard his knuckles go white. He has never been a particularly violent man, not finding pleasure in it like some men. Even in his bouts of bad temper, his anger is usually taken out on inanimate objects rather than people, but right now the rage he feels at Gianni is downright murderous. He’d like to rip this man’s heart out of his chest for what he’s done to you.

He swallows the bitter pill of his rage, though, tempered by the anguish in your eyes. A single tear streaks down your cheek and before he can stop himself, he’s cupping your face and pressing his forehead to yours.

“Never again, Little Bird. As long as I have breath in my lungs, nobody’s gonna hurt you again.”

You suck in air sharply, then your body shudders on your exhale.

“You can’t promise that,” you whisper tearfully. “I can’t ask you to promise that.”

“Well, I am, and you know better than anybody I don’ take kindly to bein’ told what to do or not do, so you better save us all the trouble and jus’ accept it,” he says, and while there is humor in it, he’s never been more serious.

He fights every instinct in him that wants to kiss your lips, instead pressing his own to your forehead, wishing he could give you some semblance of peace. Pulling back before he does something stupid, he gently wipes your tear-stained cheeks with the pads of his thumbs. You let him, and he supposes that’s enough for right now.

“Does anyone know what he did, besides me?” he asks, hating that he must.

“No, not unless Gianni told someone. I didn’t even tell anyone he’d proposed. I just went to work and then Colonel offered me this job and I realized it was my only chance to escape. I didn’t even say goodbye to my brothers in person. I’m so sorry I lied and put you in this position,” you say, voice cracking with emotion.

“You were jus’ tryin’ to survive, honey. No one can fault you for that. I’m glad you got away.” And he is, he thinks, as he smooths your hair. He nearly gets trapped in the blue of your mournful eyes before he snaps himself out of it. He’s got to focus.

“The timeline works out, then, darlin’. Even if people believe we did the deed before marriage, there’s no reason for them to think it’s anyone’s but mine. Gettin’ married cements it, ‘specially with this new, a-dult image Colonel is tryin’ to push of me.”

Colonel is gonna hate this.

“Colonel is never—” you start, seemingly on the same wavelength.

“I know, which means there’s gotta be no doubt in anyone’s mind this baby is mine.”

Your eyes go wide in understanding. You haven’t said yes yet, but he knows how logical and practical you are. He’s got to make you see this is the only way.

“Will Colonel believe it, though? He knows we—I—didn’t take to this arrangement so easily in the beginning.”

“We gotta make him. And I think you continue to underestimate my powers of seduction,” he jokes, wiggling his brow, trying to lighten the increasingly heavy mood.

You sigh. “Be serious, Elvis.”

“I am. It doesn’t matter what really happened, honey, it matters what people think happened. And I’m bein’ honest when I say it won’t take much for most to believe we fell in love and you fell into my arms. Or vice versa. My, um, reputation’s gonna work in our favor.” Heat flames his cheeks, which he knows is silly, but he plays it off with a smirk.

Your eyebrow quirks, but you leave it at that.

He rambles on, “And I don’t know this, um, family of yours, but I’m guessin’ even Gianni is gonna have a hard time provin’ anythin’ if you’re married to one of the most famous men in the world. I can’t imagine even the mob will try an’ steal ya out from under me, so to speak. Not with our ‘love story’ pasted across the world in black and white for all to see. It keeps you and the baby safe.”

You go quiet and still, and he can see the wheels in your head turning. “I…okay. Maybe, just maybe, you’re on to something,” you finally relent.

His heart jumps and he can’t help the proud grin spreading across his face from your almost-praise.

“But Elvis, this is too much to ask of you. This is your life. I know you had no plans to get married, at least anytime soon—”

“Plans change,” he throws back, quickly and a little too adamantly.

“Not like this.”

“Things changed the minute I got this diagnosis, honey,” he adds soberly.

You go quiet, as though with everything going on you forgot what you were doing here in the first place.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking,” you apologize.

Elvis shrugs it off. But he doesn’t want your pity. No, he wants you safe, and he wants you to stay. And he’s man enough to admit this isn’t all for your benefit. He’s being selfish here, too, because, somehow, you’ve wrapped yourself around his heart and the idea of you ever leaving him fills him with despair.

You continue, “I hear what you’re saying, I do, but, Elvis, I’m afraid you’re not thinking this through entirely. You’re offering to raise another man’s child as your own, offering to marry someone who you don’t love…there’s no going back from that, especially when there’s a child involved.”

He swallows thickly, but not because he’s in doubt. Anything but. The image in his head of you smiling and laughing as he plays with the baby, of early morning whispers of love and sharing a bed in more than just name, of you helping fill the rooms of this damn mansion he bought for his mama with gorgeous blue-eyed children…it is so enticing and so close he can’t bear to think what might happen if you don’t say yes.

I love you.

And even if you can only give your trust in him to keep you safe and help raise your child and nothing else, he would still rather have you at his side and love you in secret than not have you at all.

God, how I love you.

If he let the words fall out of his mouth right now, would you agree, or would they send you running?

He can’t chance it. Not with the state you’re in now. So he steels himself instead, using the charm God gave him to get you to understand.

“Honey, I know what you’re sayin’, and it don’t change a thing.”

Those eyes of yours go wide, and he can tell there’s something you’re debating on sharing. A few moments pass while he lets you deliberate.

“Elvis, you need to know before…,” you trail off. You take a deep breath, steeling yourself. “This is it for me. Maybe it’s old fashioned, but with my beliefs, even in this insane situation, this wouldn’t be temporary. Gianni, my father…it’s possible they’ll never stop trying to get to me. And in my world, marriage is forever. Divorce is not an option. I…I can’t bear to think I’m the one ever keeping you from true happiness, from a love and children of your own. Instead, you’re getting a sullied wife who shackled you in a moment of need and who you’ll come to regret. I can’t have you regret me, Elvis.” Tears pool in your eyes and if he wasn’t already on his knees, he thinks this would have brought him there.

This is a tipping point, just like the moment the doctor handed him his diagnosis. Nothing will be the same after today, for either of you. God has a plan, he’d thought when you’d shown back up in his hospital room at just the right moment, and it hits him now—he swears on his dear mama—it was all leading to this.

“There’s no me without you anymore, darlin’. Who else is gonna take care of me? Who else can I trust with my life? I’m helping you and your baby, yes, but you’re keeping me alive, too. And you aren’t ‘sullied’,” he says with more conviction than he’s said anything before, his voice trembling with all the words he cannot say to you yet. He can only pray you see him, too.

The welling tears in your eyes overflow once more, and it cuts him to not know what you’re thinking, to think he’s the one making you cry this time.

“Don’t be sad, honey, please,” he whispers, begs. “I can’t bear to make you cry.” Unable to stop himself, he brushes your cheeks with his fingers, cupping one in his hand.

The way you lean into him is so slight he might be imagining it, but it’s enough to give him an ounce of hope, one he latches onto immediately.

“I’m not crying because I’m sad, not about you anyway. I’m crying because I can’t believe you’re willing to do this for me. You hardly know me,” you weep.

“I know enough.” And I’d do anything for you.

You close your eyes, dark lashes clumped with tears fanning across your cheeks. “Can you…can you give me a minute?” you say, not unkindly.

“Y-Yeah, yeah, o-of course,” he stutters, his heart fluttering nervously as he stands. Holding out his hand, he helps you up off the floor, making sure you’re steady on your feet before letting go. “I-I’ll be in there, when you’re ready.”

The door to the bathroom shuts behind him and he hears the faucet running. Waiting has never been his strong suit, which he’s brutally reminded of as the minutes tick by. He tries to sit on the bed, but he can’t keep still and jumps up immediately, running a hand through his hair while pacing the room.

But as much as he should be doubting his decisions, he’s not. He should be questioning his damn sanity, proposing to you like that—a woman he’s known all of a month who comes with more baggage than an airliner—but honestly, he’s never felt so sure of something in his life.

Sure, Elvis from five weeks ago may have sent him to the looney bin for offering to marry a girl and raise another (apparently very dangerous) man’s child, but that Elvis hadn’t been handed a death sentence and a ticking clock. That Elvis didn’t know his Little Bird.

That Elvis didn’t love her.

Hell, he’s much more worried you’ll leave out of some hairbrained thought he’s better off without you and get caught by Gianni, who he’s absolutely certain will hurt you in ways you never thought possible if he catches you.

No, Elvis isn’t scared you’ll say yes—he’s terrified you won’t.

He can’t begin to think of the despair he’ll feel if you disappear. Selfishly, he’s not sure he can stand to take another heartbreak, not now. It would be a cruel joke for God to put you in his life and then rip you away just when he needs you the most.

It makes him think of his mama and the gaping wound of her loss that’s only begun to heal. All Mama ever wanted for him was to be settled and happy, with a good woman by his side. He hadn’t understood why at the time. He’d wanted to focus on his career, to be free, to enjoy his youth and all the perks of his fame. But God humbled him right quick, first by sending him off to the Army, then by taking his mama. Since then, he’d spent too much time falling into the arms of woman after woman both drowning his sorrows and in the hopes he’d find the one to magically fill the void left in his heart.  

Yet all of it led a path straight to you. And there’s something serendipitous about it he can’t ignore, no matter how batty it all might seem.

So, he best convince you to stay.

After what seems like an eternity, the bathroom door swings open. Your color is still drawn and sallow, the dark circles under your deep-set eyes more pronounced than usual, but you are hauntingly beautiful. Silent, you glide your way towards him slowly, your face shuttered in that way of yours, giving nothing away. His blood thunders in his ears and he hopes you cannot hear it.

You stop before him, mere inches away. Anticipation itches under his skin as his pulse ratchets up. He jumps when you place your palm flat on his chest, right over his heart, the way he knows you do to ground yourself.

Well, hell, there’s no hiding now, not when he knows you can feel just how fast you have his heart beating. You’re probably counting his pulse and getting ready to tell him to relax.

But you don’t. You don’t speak at all. You stare at your hand over his heart and wait, but he’s not sure what for. It’s not until his lungs scream for air that he realizes he’s holding his breath. He feels like he’s going to float away and finds himself shakily breathing in. He knows you feel it. His hand covers yours, anchoring him to you, trying to prove he means everything he’s told you and so much more he can’t yet say.

Finally, your eyes raise up to meet his so intensely he might have been knocked off his feet if he wasn’t locked onto your hand so tightly, feeling his heart thrum against your palm.

“Lori—”

Your finger shushes him, pulling against the fullness of his lips. The touch is electric, zinging through every nerve in his body and buzzing around his chest. He doesn’t understand what’s happening until you’re on your tiptoes, your cold little hand pulling down on his jaw.

The two of you have kissed before, of course, but always for an audience, and even then, you’ve never once initiated it. So, when your lips meet his so softly, he’s taken aback with disbelief.

You don’t waver, however, through the milliseconds it takes him to recover his wits, waiting patiently until every sense in his body hums to life all at once. His heart swells and his belly tingles and then he’s kissing you back, as gently as he can, swearing he won’t be careless with you again.

He wants to devour you but doesn’t want to scare you, doesn’t want to ruin this blissful, unbelievable little moment where your lips are pressed so chastely against his own, using them to say all the things neither of you can seem to say out loud.

The sliver of logic still left in his brain tries to convince him this slice of vulnerability you’re sharing with him is likely nothing more than a show of gratitude, but his aching heart can’t tell the difference.

So there’s no helping the way his other hand falls to your waist, cinching there, pulling you closer. Your minty breath puffs against him in surprise, then he’s gently chasing your mouth with his, unable to stop himself—the hope of it all, of what could be, is too consuming. He can’t stop the way it blossoms through him, opening pieces of him he didn’t know existed.

It’s dangerous, this hope, but Lord have mercy, he can’t bring himself to care about the risks. Not when you’re in his arms like this. Not when he needs you like he needs oxygen.

This little kiss is like heaven, he realizes, because you are giving it freely. It’s not for show; it’s not begrudging or afraid. No, a kiss like this from you means only one thing:

It’s an answer.

A promise.

Or it’s a goodbye, you idiot.

The horror of that possibility squeezes his throat, threatening to choke him, but he pushes it away fiercely.

When the sweet kiss breaks, he finds himself winded even though he shouldn’t be, his head bowed and pressing into yours. He threads his fingers through yours over his wildly beating heart. Anything to keep you tethered to him.

Not one kiss out of the hundreds he’s had in his life has ever knocked him flat quite like this.

“You don’t have to do this, Elvis. You are offering me so much—too much—and I don’t know how much I can give you in return…I—,” you whisper, voice wavering.

“You’re enough,” he manages to get out, not wanting to hear the rest. And it’s true. God help him, it’s true.

You breathe in a little gasp of air, one that makes his heart flip. Then your crystal eyes raise to meet his.

“Then, yes, Elvis Presley, I’ll marry you.”

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TW: physical illness (fainting, vomiting), dissociation, Gianni and references to previous sexual assault, lots of cussing, unplanned pregnancy due to sexual assault, brief allusions to abortion

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intro throughts

Logan being a little pookie, a bit like cute hamster, but he got BUFFED over winter break, wouldn't recognize him if compared to his first race last year

Kevin looking normal, would appreciate maybe a little bit from distance, having his face that close was almost uncomfortable, not bad though

Zhou looking good, I love his hair

appreciate Daniel just smirking, not actual wide smile that close to the camera, love his beard, gives "your daughter calls me daddy" vibe

Nico challenging his pose for future political career

Valterri and his mullet plus his highlighter green suit, not great not terrible, looks better with the bleached hair (at least in my opinion)

Yuki looking like a robot, sorry our Japanese sweetheart they did you dirty

Alex and his natural hair, appreciate it, plus loving the white suit

not gonna lie, that shot of Ocon did things to me that I'm not so sure about

Pierre looking like he wants to kill you (knowing how tall he is, it's how he would have to look up to me as well, makes it quite funny), great shot of his eyes

Lance... where did that hair come from man?!

Oscar, oh my adored Mr Koala. not a bad word about you (insert Kris Jenner's "you're doing great sweetie") - his eyes his neck his hair, consider me dead thank you

George's eyes look so huge there, for some reason he reminds me of The Boss Baby 😂 good thing he didn't do anything stupid or cringe-y this time

can we talk about how proportionally perfect Carlos is? also those eyes see to your very SOUL you perverts!

they did Lando dirty, kinda sad that they did him from afar

Charles being Charles. no other words needed

NANDOOOO! Grandpa of the grid looking amazing, whoever decided to use this shot deserves a raise

Lewis looking like he's preparing for a boxing match, but in a weirdly hot way

not sure about Checo, he stands there kinda like a 🧍🏻‍♂️, love his eyes though

and Max. oh mister please have a mercy with my poor heart, that little smirk and those eyes will keep me awake at night!

that's it, I'm done 😂

Logan did indeed bulk up. I keep seeing videos of him in the paddock and I’m like damn son you had a lot of steak over Christmas.

Don’t talk to me about Ocon. I’m going through something with him at the minute and I’m deeply ashamed.

Oscar is really having a moment. I hope it lasts all year.

They need to stop doing close ups of Daniel.

I liked Lando’s actually. He is a short king but he’s a cutie, and Orange is his colour.

Fernando has definitely had Botox or a chemical peel and he is looking incredible. INCREDIBLE.

Lewis looking kinda hot ngl he isn’t a bit of me but that promo really was.

The Ferrari boys and just models. You can’t even judge them against the rest of the grid they’re just beautiful. The way this team has the two best looking drivers and Red is their colour…I’m going to miss Carlos next year.

Max. That smirk is going to haunt me. In there very best way.

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Home is wherever I'm with You

Lance Stroll x best friend!reader

• | social media au

Summary: You're too oblivious to see your best friend's clear signs of attraction towards you, until he confesses his feelings after your unfortunate pregnancy and break up.

Warnings/Tags: female reader, sudden pregnancy, breakup, best friends to lovers

A/N: Enjoy the las post of this year! And happy 2024! Hopefully it will be a better year 🫠🥳

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✧･ﾟ: * INSTAGRAM

liked by y/n._.l/n, estebanocon, logansargeant and 67,546 others

tagged: y/n._.l/n, estebanocon, logansargeant

•lance_stroll: someone got a little too drunk 🥂

•y/n._.l/n: I don't remember changing into my pj's 🧍‍♀️

→ •chloestroll: don't worry, he was too drunk to do that so I took care of you! 💞

→ •y/n._.l/n: thank you baby!

•estebanocon: I ain't partying with you anymore 💀 I woke up sleeping on top of Logan half naked...

→ •y/n._.l/n: you finally embraced your love for each other! How cute! 🥰

→ •estebanocon: -_-

→ •logansargeant: he almost crushed me...

→ •user1: we need to see this!

•user2: Yaaay! Another besties content! :3 ❤️‍🔥

✧･ﾟ: * INSTAGRAM

liked by lance_stroll, chloestroll and 35,645 others

tagged: lance_stroll

•y/n._.l/n: my best bubba 💪🤩

•lance_stroll: love you too! 🥰

→ •logansargeant: of course you do 😏

→ •lance_stroll: shut up

→ •user3: LANCE?! what does that mean???

→ •estebanocon: oh you know well what it means 😏

•user4: if it looks like just a friendship then I'm a tooth fairy 🧚

→ •user5: fr ain't no way they're just best friends

→ •user6: what do you mean? friends can act like that too 🤨

→ •user4: I think they also mean the way Lance looks at Y/N

→ •user6: which is?

→ •user4: full of love

→ •user6: ooooh

✧･ﾟ: * INSTAGRAM

liked by y/n._.l/n, chloestroll and 26,438 others

tagged: y/n._.l/n

•lance_stroll: my lil sis 💖

•user7: aaah I love their friendship 🥲🥹❤️‍🔥

→ •user8: we all do 😭

•user9: they are made for each other! when will they be together??? 😭

→ •user10: that's a fever dream... 🫠🥲

•chloestroll: my favorite sibling and dad's second fav child! 😍 (talking about Y/N ofc)

→ •lance_stroll: aha?! she ain't even related! >:(

→ •y/n._.l/n: stop being a whiny baby you knew that for a long time 🤭

•estebanocon: that ain't just friendship, you're not gonna fool no one

→ •user11: estie spitting FACTS 💥

→ •user12: •estebanocon spoliers maybe? when will they finally be together?

→ •estebanocon: idk you gotta ask Lance but hopefully soon >:(

✧･ﾟ: * INSTAGRAM STORY

✧･ﾟ: * INSTAGRAM LIVE

✧･ﾟ: * INSTAGRAM

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tagged: bran_.don.

•y/n._.l/n: 🏕🌌🍃

•user13: why did you abandon Lance?! 😭

→ •y/n._.l/n: I didn't abandon him! :( he's still my bubba! 🥰

→ •user14: meanwhile Lance:

→ •user15: poor Lancey getting replaced by some no name :'(

→ •user16: WHY DOES Y/N HAVE TO BE SO OBLIVIOUS???

•user17: funny how her likes dropped the moment she started to date him lol bring Lance back!

→ •user18: I guess no one likes the new guy xD

→ •user17: also funny how Lance stopped liking her photos too

→ •user18: that's sad actually :(( poor Lancey 😭😣

•user19: BRINK BACK LANCE APPRECIATION POSTS❗❗❗

•user20: fuck some random ass Brandon, come back to Lance 😭

•user21: why you date this stupid ass Brandon when you can have THE LANCE STROLL???

✧･ﾟ: * INSTAGRAM

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tagged: bran_.don.

•y/n._.l/n: trip time! 🤗🥰🌄

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✧･ﾟ: * INSTAGRAM

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tagged: bran_.don.

•y/n._.l/n: happy birthday to MEE!🤩🥳🔥

•user22: where Lancey at... :((

•user23: I hate how you forgot about Lance since Brandon appeared...

→ •user24: we all hate that ://

→ •y/n._.l/n: I didn't forget about him don't worry! He was just too busy to join us :((

→ •user24: too busy, yeah aint buying that, he probably didn't want to join and feel like a third wheel

→ •user25: why do I feel like it's actually true? 😭✋

→ •user24: cause it most probably is 😭😭😭

•chloestroll: happy birthday honey! 🥳💞

→ •y/n._.l/n: thank you dear! 💓

•user26: Lance didn't even comment a happy birthday as he usually would 🥲😢

→ •user27: tha man's heart is broken what do you expect???

✧･ﾟ: * INSTAGRAM STORY

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liked by y/n._.l/n and 124,648 others

tagged: y/n._.l/n

•lance_stroll: I've always loved you and I'm so so so happy to finally be your one and only 💖

I promise I'll never let the two of you down, I love you too much •y/n._.l/n 💞

•y/n._.l/n: I LOVE YOU TOO HBHUVBFEUBVUA 💞💞💞

•estebanocon: fucking finally! we told you you should've done that a long time ago but you never listen >:(

→ •logansargeant: exactly! >:(

→ •lance_stroll: 🙄

•user28: the two of you??? 🤨

→ •user29: that's suspicious... 🥸

•scottyjames31: FINALLY❗❗❗WHY THE HELL DID WE HAVE TO WAIT FOR SO LONG???

→ •lance_stroll: sorry buddy should've helped me more >:(

→ •user30: not Scotty helping Lance pick up Y/N 😭✋

•fernandoalo_oficial: my boy finally got his princess 😍

→ •y/n._.l/n: •lance_stroll you heard that? I'm your princess 👸💅👑

→ •lance_stroll: of course you are baby 💞

✧･ﾟ: * INSTAGRAM

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tagged: lance_stroll

•y/n._.l/n: I couldn't wish for a better boyfriend and a dad to my child. You were the first one to help me in those hard time when that motherfucker chickened out (broke up with me when I told him I was pregnant ON MY BIRTHDAY) and I'm so grateful to have you. I love you •lance_stroll and I'm so sorry for not noticing your obvious signs and ignoring your feelings 💞

•lance_stroll: it's okay honey 💖

•user31: so this is what Lance meant! You're pregnant! Congratulations! 🥳💖✨

•user32: Y/N'S PREGNANT??? NO WAY! CONGRATULATIONS!!!

•estebanocon: congrats Y/N! Can't wait to meet the baby!

→ •logansargeant: we're gonna be the best uncles ever! Promise 🤞💖🔥

→ •y/n._.l/n: you better be! >:(

→ •lance_stroll: ain't no way I'm gonna let them near the baby ✋

→ •estebanocon: why not? :(

•chloestroll: AAAHHCZRJMORS I'M GONNA BE AN AUNTIE 😍🎉

→ •y/n._.l/n: best auntie in the world! 😘

→ •chloestroll: of courseeeee 💅

•fernandoalo_oficial: my kids are getting kids... I'm so old... 🫠

→ •y/n._.l/n: you're not old pops! 😇

→ •user33: omg imagine Fernando and Lawrence as grandpas 😭

→ •user34: we HAVE to see it

✧･ﾟ: * INSTAGRAM STORY

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liked by lance_stroll and 167,546 others

tagged: lance_stroll

•y/n._.l/n: large and in charge 💪😎🦅

•lance_stroll: still the most beautiful person to grace the world! 😍😘💞

→ •logansargeant: and the most dangerous 💀

→ •y/n._.l/n: what you talking bout buu 🤭😊

→ •logansargeant: YOU'VE LITERALLY BIT ME CAUSE I DIDN'T GIVE YOU SWEETS

→ •user35: would've love to see that 😂

→ •estebanocon: she's a cinammonroll that could actually kill you 🥶

•chloestroll: SLAY MAMA❗🔥 💅

→ •y/n._.l/n: now's your turn 😏👉👉

→ •scottyjames31: 🫥

→ •chloestroll: SCOTTY WHAT DOES THAT MEAN???

→ •lance_stroll: •y/n._.l/n how is it that you always start other people's arguments? 🤔🤨

→ •y/n._.l/n: I'm an argument fairy 🤭🧚‍♀️

•user36: she still looks like a goddess! 🤩

✧･ﾟ: * F1 NEWS

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tagged: lance_stroll

•y/n._.l/n: she's here! Meet our little ray of sunshine Celia! 😸👶💥

•astonmartinf1: congratulations! 🎉 baby sized merch is already on it's way!

→ •y/n._.l/n: thank you, you didn't have to! 😅

→ •astonmartinf1: of course we had! Our future miss driver should know what team to choose from her early days!

→ •lance_stroll: ain't no way I'll let her drive, she'll become a supermodel like her mommy should

→ •y/n._.l/n: aww stawp it 🤭🤗💖

•chloestroll: I want to hold her again 😭

→ •scottyjames31: me too! 🥹

→ •lance_stroll: HELL NAH you almost dropped her 😡😤

→ •scottyjames31: I didn't 👀 it was Chloe...

→ •user37: not Scotty almost dropping Celia 😂😭

•fernandoalo_oficial: can't wait to meet the littlest Stroll! 💖💞

→ •y/n._.l/n: soon pops soon 🤗🤭

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tagged: estebanocon

•logansargeant: best uncles on duty 💪😎

•user38: omg little Celia's gonna have the best childhood ever 🥺

→ •user39: I want to be her 😭

•user40: love how they just turn into those pookie bears while with Celia 🤭😳

→ •user41: have you seen those videos when they met her for the first time? They literally melted!

→ •user40: I did! That was so wholesome! 😍

•lance_stroll: please don't hold her like that anymore 🙏 Y/N almost got a heart attack

•y/n._.l/n: I'm gonna kill you when we're back >:(

→ •logansargeant: what why?! We didn't do anything! 🤣

•user42: datxnotxzteb Logan sitting in Celia's cradle 🤧

→ •estebanocon: fun fact: he cried when Lance and Y/N came back and it was time to leave

→ •logansargeant: YOU CRIED TOO >:(

→ •user43: not adult men crying cause their play date with their best friend's kid ended 😭🤚

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•estebanocon: the cats are gone, the mice are playing 😁💖

•y/n._.l/n: WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT WE LEFT YOU JUST FOR A FEW HOURS 💀

•lance_stroll: that's actually funny xD

→ •logarnsargeant: daddy approved yaaay! 🤩💞

•user44: poor Celia 😭✋

→ •user45: what do you mean she seems to enjoy it! 😂

•user46: aaah she is so cute!

•user47: now I know why Lance didn't want Esteban and Logan near her XD

→ •user48: we should've predicted that 😂

•fernandoalo_oficial: told you to leave her with me 🧍‍♀️

→ •estebanocon: shut up you know nothing about fun

→ •y/n._.l/n: estie be nice to pops or I'll never leave my baby with you again

→ •estebanocon: sorry mami 😔

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Lance Stroll - Birth Chart Analysis

Disclaimer: This is for entertainment purposes only, nothing observed or taken away from this should be considered fact. As a reminder, I know fuck all about Formula 1, I just like fast cars and have a dumb amount of knowledge of astrology and tarot. 

Lance, the man that you are. A Scorpio AND eleventh house stellium? We have to talk about this Scorpio stellium first because it is a moment, literally she is the moment. It’s such an intense stellium to have because Scorpio is one of the most intense placements. Then we add in a stellium in the eleventh house, just throwing in so much passion with this overwhelming intensity. 

Lance serves cunt in the best way possible, and I know he has no sense of shame in it. There is so much intensity in his chart, that it genuinely feels toxic (and I’m not saying this just because he is a Scorpio man and Scorpio men are notoriously toxic). I love this chart because it gives me the absolute ick. I may have just found my favorite driver…

Either way, I stand with this Nepo Baby on the little information I have about this man. 

THE PLANETS:

Sun - Scorpio

I should preface this by saying I detest Scorpio men, I truly have not met a Scorpio man that did not make me want to find a 13th reason. This is largely because they go from one extreme to the other like flipping a coin, one second they’re just so relaxed and passive and the next second you’re posting bail because there was an altercation that started over a small misunderstanding. Everything about Scorpios is intense, and I think that is something that Lance may need to figure out how to deal with. With Scorpio placements (especially with a stellium), there is so much intensity that I have no doubts this man can go from a Golden Retriever to an angry German shepherd in a second. 

Moon - Aquarius

A Moon Aquarius paired with a Sun Scorpio is funny because we go from an intense as-all-hell sun sign to a balanced and logical moon sign. An Aquarius moon is this creative and patient sign that is SO expressive, like I know this man has no problem expressing his feelings and emotions, he probably wears his heart on his sleeve and I love that for him. I do think that there is a lot of stubbornness to this placement though, yes, he has a lot of patience, but this comes with a lot of unpredictability which is super fun when it’s paired with the intense Scorpio sun. Lance may be a patient man, but this man has piss poor impulse control. 

Rising - Capricorn

Rising Cap is a sad boy placement. There is a lot of hesitancy and a reserved nature about this placement he takes time to build a connection and friendship with others, but when he is comfortable with someone he latches on and refuses to let go. There are a lot of goal-orientated aspects with this placement too, Lance wants to build a better life for himself and wants to do this on his merit. With his reserved nature, I think that there is a lot of anxiety, that plays into why he is reserved. I imagine that there is a lot of fear around the future, he wants to be the best but feels like he is not able to meet those goals unless he is just 100% dedicated to work. 

Mercury (Planet of intelligence) - Scorpio

I know this man can internet stalk with the best of them, this man should have been a detective, he is nosy, he wants the gossip, and he will get the gossip one way or another. He has a natural talent for asking really deep and probing questions. With this though, there is a lot of being stuck in one opinion, and I think it can be really difficult to change his opinion or stance on something. My favorite part of this placement is that they are sarcastic as all fuck, like this dude gets petty as fuck when he is bothered by something. 

Venus (Planet of love and pleasure) - Scorpio

I hate it and I love it, like I have such a toxic connection with this placement. It’s so possessive, and intense, it’s bordering on unhealthy. Everything is so passionate, wholly consuming, and just downright toxic as hell. If he feels that things aren’t going his way in a relationship, he checks out so quickly. If he feels betrayed, he becomes vindictive as fuck. I have a feeling that any marriage in his life is going to be like, a whole ass event. It’s going to be like a royal wedding-type situation. 

Mars (Planet of physical energy) - Virgo

This placement alone challenges the nepo baby allegations because it’s such a hardworking placement. Did he get a leg up? Absolutely, but he also works damn hard to be where he is and has so much pride in his work. There is a lot of determination in this placement, so a physical career and lifestyle fit. I again think that there are a lot of overwhelming attributes to this placement, and intensity. Lance is intense as all hell, and I love it (and honestly the toxicity? It’s okay with me).  

Jupiter (Planet of luck, optimism, and success) - Pisces

Lance is going to see a lot of success in a career that allows him to work with others while maintaining a competitive edge. There needs to be an emotional nature to the career, but I think that with how stressful and petty F1 seems to be, I think that checks out there too. It's such a cunty sport I’m so annoyed that I didn’t get into it earlier guys. I got distracted. Sorry, I'm back to the chart. This placement is all about likeability and popularity, but from everything I know (sorry, it’s limited) it seems that people really like Lance or hate him and think that the only reason he has a seat is because his dad owns the team. 

Saturn (Planet of responsibility)  - Aries

Lance is going to get his ass kicked when his Saturn return starts, no joke. Aries brings a lot of challenges and delays to Saturn right away. There is a lot of unknown and confusion with this placement. There is a feeling of never really knowing what to do, how to do it, and if you’re doing enough. There is a lot of success with this placement, but there are also a lot of setbacks and challenges, it can be challenging to overcome because it feels like there is a never-ending battle of trying to be enough. I think that once the first Saturn return finishes, he will come into his own and embrace the changes that he needs to make. 

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Uranus (Planet of change and originality) - Aquarius

This is such a nepo baby placement, like I’m laughing about this, especially if he uses his nepo baby status for the good of the world. With this placement, there is a need for freedom, in a self-defined way. Lance values his thoughts and opinions, he wants to forge his own opinion and has a hard time letting others' points of view influence him. He has a lot of originality to him. Friendship is going to be important to his career and success in it, I think if there is conflict within work friendships, this is going to cause issues in his career. 

Neptune (Planet of mystery and illusion) - Capricorn

I again am convinced that Lance can internet stalk with the best of the girls, give this man a glass of wine and a laptop and he will find that guy from a music festival you felt a connection with but only learned the first name of. He does not like when things remain unsolved, he is going to get to the bottom of things. I love this energy for him because I have no doubts that he has the best gossip. 

Pluto (Planet of death and rebirth) - Sagittarius

Lance is going to make sure that he has some sort of legacy that lasts well beyond his time. He is going to be known, he is going to be successful, and he is determined to make this happen. There is so much ambition and passion throughout his chart that I have zero doubts that there is going to be a lasting impact on the world at large. 

THE HOUSES:

First house (House of self)  - Neptune 

This is so cute, I love it, it’s also very on-brand for a nepo baby. Lance loves the finer things in life, he doesn’t mind surrounding himself with luxury at all. The one downside to this placement is that there can be a little bit of laziness, but I think it’s more with like, personal things than with his career. He will do whatever he needs to do for his career, but if this man is asked to do the dishes? He needs two to three business days before getting around to them. 

Second house (House of possessions)  - Uranus and Moon

I love the Moon being in this house because while this is the pinnacle nepo baby, he loves a good deal. Now I’m not saying he clipping coupons or anything, but this man loves a deal. I think that he can be a little over the top when it comes to gifting or frivolous things. Uranus points to an unconventional career, and I would say that driving really fast cars professionally is not the most conventional career path. I think that there is an underlying fear that everything will suddenly be taken like he is going to lose everything potentially. 

Third house (House of communication)  - Jupiter 

I love this because it tells me that he is an active listener like he isn’t the type to listen to you to be able to get what he wants to say out. He wants to hear what people have to say, especially if it’s a common interest. He wants to see and try new things, he wants to build a relationship and travel. 

Fourth house (House of home) - Saturn 

Someone give this man a family, like right fucking now. There is such love and devotion to his family and his future family. In my experience, we will children coming later in life, usually because there were a lot of responsibilities taken on at an early age. I know this man is going to spoil any children that are around him. 

Ninth house (House of mental exploration)  - Mars 

Again, this man is stubborn in his thought. When he has his mind made up about something, it is really hard to change it. I think that there are a lot of small debates that take place because he has his mind set on something and may take it as a challenge when he feels that someone is trying to change his opinion. 

Eleventh house (House of wishes and friends) - Venus, Sun, and Mercury

I think that this stellium is what causes a lot of the strong feelings about Lance like it does seem that people either like him or dislike him. A lot is going on in this house, there is no lying about this. With the Sun we see a lot of friendships, he definitely casts a wide net and attracts a lot of folks, and this is again seen with the Mercury influence. Venus points to there being some confusion in terms of friendship and love, so I know this man is going to end in a friends-to-lovers romance novel-type relationship, and it’s going to be fucking amazing. 

Twelfth house (House of secrets and undoing) - Pluto 

Lance does not like secrets at all, he can keep them, but he can’t handle not being in the know. I think that there is a lot of hiding emotions until there is a deeper connection there, which can be difficult because his chart is so disgustingly intense. 

[tangledbea]

My Tangled/Bridgerton AU ideas that no one asked for

Rapunzel and Madame Gothel

The daughter of an extremely successful merchant (yes, she's getting a downgrade, can't just have princesses running around everywhere), Rapunzel's mother died in childbirth, and her father died of a broken heart shortly thereafter. Fortunately, the woman who was hired to be her nanny and governess was there to step in immediately, caring for the girl like she was her own.

Rapunzel is raised by Madame Gothel, who she calls Mamá, and is hidden from society for the majority of her life and carefully cultivated to be the Diamond of society upon her debut, which will raise her own status on the ton when they all see how flawless her “daughter” is. Rapunzel is beautiful, demure, regal, elegant, talented… everything a man could want as a prize. Now, if only Gothel could wed her off to royalty and secure her own status forever…

Before her debut, Rapunzel was rarely seen in public, though she could often be glimpsed in her window on the top floor of her house. When she was allowed out in public, she was made to wear wide-brimmed hats, keep her head down, and carry a parasol. Gothel wanted to prove she had a daughter while cultivating mystery about her, so that her debut would be a big reveal to the ton and the world. Because of this, Rapunzel was raised alone, without friends, though she spent a lot of her time in the window watching the people below. When they weren’t in London, they were at their country estate, Der Sonne Manor, with sprawling grounds and little staff, who were under severe threat to never speak of the girl when they happened to catch sight of her.

Though Rapunzel is barely interested in most of the men whose eye she catches, she knows her job is to catch a husband. Against Gothel’s desires, she wishes to find someone interested in her, and not just her beauty and status. She hates suppressing her entire personality and hiding her quirkier interests, but she does what she’s told, lest she risk her mother’s wrath.

Unbeknownst to Rapunzel, Gothel murdered her father when she was an infant after securing that she would have access to Rapunzel's inheritance in order to raise her properly. She took advantage of his broken heart, manipulating him to sign legal documentation before killing him. Though the exact cause of his death is not confirmed, there are those who speculate that Gothel had something to do with it.

Eugene Fitzherbert and King Edmund of Umbra

There was treachery afoot in Umbra when Eugene (Prince Horace) was but a baby. King Edmund sent his only child away for his own protection, but the trusted maid he sent him with was killed en route to a safe location. Suspecting she was being tracked down, she left the baby on a stoop. The people who lived there were unable to care for him, and so took him to the local orphanage, where he grew up under the name Eugene Fitzherbert, and never knowing his lineage.

Growing up poor, Eugene longed for a life of wealth and adventure, envious of the nobles who dallied in the richer parts of town. Knowing that there was little to no future for an orphan, he took to stealing and conning to give himself even a fraction of the life he wanted.

He became jaded over time, convinced that the world was hard and cruel, and that he'd never know anything else. And yet, when he was 25, he was abruptly rediscovered by his birth father, who announced his lineage and brought him back home to be the Crown Prince.

Eugene (who refuses to go by Horace) is at something of a loss. This is the life he has always wanted, and yet he has no idea how to actually live it.

Lance Strongbow

Lance grew up in the orphanage with Eugene, and they were best friends, learning to steal and con together. However, their paths diverged in their late teens, and while Lance didn't know what became of his friend, he set his own sights on being such a convincing conman that even the nobles wouldn't know the difference.

He slowly and gradually worked his way up in subtle ways, until he hatched his major plan. The Baron of Vardaros is a man who has not made a public appearance for decades. The last Lance heard, he'd made his way to America and was never coming back. And so, Lance took his name and title, and has begun passing himself off as the current Baron of Vardaros.

He is a rake, spending his time at the club with other men and enjoying the marriage season because he gets much attention from fawning young ladies who are hoping to catch a rich, titled husband. In truth, he gets a huge thrill out of knowing that he is a fraud, and that no one around him is any the wiser.

Little does he know, the true Baron of Vardaros is soon to catch wind of his identity theft, and will want his revenge.