#roses and champagne fanfic

[loosingmoreletters]

“Then I have a message for you,” the boy answers and pulls one of his gloves from his hand, only for the hand to immediately disappear down his throat. On reflex, the boy leans forward and throws up all over his own sneakers and Caesar’s expensive shoes.

Ten years after Leewon disappeared, Caesar meets a boy.

somday i will write something that isn't a kid fic but that day isn't today.

[ultraxavbo]

Guyssss do you know about the roses and champagne manhwa, I have been looking for fanfic about one of the mean characters, can you recommend one

[iheart-nana]

( + 🥂 ) ⁺ ˳ ★ cause i dropped your hand while dancing . . .

♩ ⁺ * 𝒴ou won't remember all my champagne problems . . .

like the moodboard? it's a teaser for an upcoming fanfic! make sure u follow me and stay tuned! thank you, bye!! <33

[jasontoddiefor]

and then I finished

I just binged Roses and Champagne and then saw your idea for Lee Won & Caesar meeting as kids and bestie I’m going to need you to elaborate on that because it is living in my head rent free and I need need need to know your thoughts I beg of you

Welcome to hell! I’ve managed to write like the start of this AU so uuu take a snippet and some thoughts.

The first time he met his father, the last time he was just Jung Leewon, he stood in the Russian embassy in Seoul, his entire life packed up in one suitcase. The winter frost covered the windows of the office he had been sitting in since they collected him from his foster parents, summoned by an unburied passport with his baby photo identifying him as someone’s son.

Miss Ivanova had been been looking over him since the early morning, bringing him snacks and hot chocolate, talking quietly in a Russian that sounded much calmer than that of his after-school teacher. Leewon had always known that his father must be Russian, the only explanation as to why his mother ensured he learned the language, why his features had the other kids laugh at him, but he hadn’t known his name.

His name held a meaning near impossible for a child to grasp. The workers in the embassy all glanced at him nervously, as though expecting a ghost to sweep through the office.

When the doors finally opened, a tall man followed by even more men in suits stormed the embassy. He was cursing up a storm too disastrous for Leewon to catch. The people in the embassy cowered in front of him like prey in front of a beast, a display of fear unlike Leewon had ever seen before.

And then the man’s eyes landed on Leewon, and his entire tirade stopped at once. He walked across the room as though daring anyone to stop him. In front of Leewon, this tall man fell to his knees, putting his hands on both sides of Leewon’s face.

“You look like Suyeon,” the man breathed, then pressed Leewon close to his chest, allowing him to bury his face in the stranger’s, in his father’s, neck. “I will take you home now, I promise, you will not be left alone again. All will be well.”

His mother had promised the same before the winter started, and she left him even before Christmas. Snow was falling heavily already, they’d have been able to celebrate in the snow.

So my basic thoughts so far are that his mother dies when he’s about nine? And in all the fuckery that goes into arranging a guardian, they discover huh!!! This kid has a Russian passport! Wonder where that leads! (Probably not accurate to the timeline but by today laws, he’d be eligible for dual citizenship). So Mikhail is informed and goes to pick his son up. And from there on o was thinking of Leewon’s life as filled witch dichotomies? Unlike Caesar, who really raised himself to survive, Leewon is kept preciously close and raised similarly. There’s no keeping him away from the mafia, so he must learn how to defend himself and what decisions to make, but he’s much more the princess in the tower instead of Daniel in the lions’ den.

And of course that fucks with him. He tries to run away exactly once, not yet quite having grasped the danger, and runs straight into Caesar, both kids, both raised very differently, perhaps both desiring a little what the other has (security vs freedom). Anyway, Leewon leaves an impression and they’re both returned to the places they ought to be, but hmm let’s say the connection lasts? Maybe teenage rebellion is talking semi amicably with the enemy and drunk kissing him in some shady alley. Maybe it’s all part of a plan to humiliate and win in this game of cat and mouse. Maybe you’re just sick of it all.

I don’t quite have like A Plot for this. Mostly I’m just caught by this idea of like, being raised as your parents’ child and what you do with that. I imagine at one point Leewon argues for going to university in Korea and that becomes a rather ugly fight in the family. And Vladimir being adopted somewhere between that poor kid and my son needs a companion and my son needs protection so that’s one messed up sinking relationship from the start.

So yeah!! Idk tell me your thoughts!!,

[anniebeemine]

Hey! Welcome to my humble corner of the internet. Quick facts about me: I am 23, a college student in the American Midwest region. I haven't been super active in the fanfic world in a few years so my skills are a little rusty.

My blog is a place for anyone. I'm always willing to talk and have a good time. My anons are open for anything!

Requests are Open!! (updated 9/23/24)

Spencer Reid One-Shots (* denotes smut/sexual content)

An Old Friend

Cocktail Hour*

Three's Company

Taking Matters Into Our Own Hands

All Apologies*

Sacrifices (xstudent!reader, non-romantic relationship)

Blue Velvet

Birthday Blues

Genius 2.0, part two

Baby Fever*, part two, part three

Mom’s Night Out

Shut Up and Drive*

You Didn’t Come

Pavlov Would Have A Field Day With You*

Bad Idea, Right?* (my personal favorite)

Ride

Nesting Mode

Isn't That Sweet?*, part two

Nailed It*

Stress Relief*

Too Drunk To Drive

Laid*

Blame It

Back Home Again

Kiss Me, Kiss Me

Challenges (x deaf!reader)

Lucky Ones

Thursday Night Date Night

Some Days Are Diamonds, Some Days Are Stone

I <3 My Boyfriend*

Pink Roses

Vanilla*, Part Two*, Part Three*

The Gift

Syllabus Day

Vacation

Sawyer and Spencer

Rocky Mountain High

Kissing Someone Else

Mine

Hung Up

Count Your Luck

Mild

Spoiled

Satisfied*

Who I'd Be

I Can Dream About You*

You're The One

Champagne Coast

What Do We Do Now?

The Lunch Press

Subtle

Relax

Line My Eyes and Call Me Pretty*

It's Better To Ask For Forgiveness

The Most Dangerous Game*

More Than A Woman

Spencer In The Bathroom

Amusing For Who?

Comfort, pt.2

Untitled- Blinded Reader

All In

Blurbs

Spencer trying to get his son to wear shoes

First day nerves

Munch!Spencer*

Tell It To My Heart

How Stupid

Spencer Doesn't Stop You From Walking Out

Manhandling*

can you feel my love?/ rising with the heat above

Secrets

Depressed Spencer finds his light

Spencer's daughter says she wants mommy

Spencer cleans your glasses

Morning domestic bliss + peek a boo w/ a baby

Requests

Spencer assures you that you're not just a listener

Reader shows Spencer their new tattoo

Singer!Reader pt. 2

Spencer's gf goes undercover

Interrupting Spencer with kisses

Chef Reader

Reader and Spencer become Henry's godparents

Reader is a klutz and everyone thinks she's in trouble

Spencer comforts an overwhelmed reader

Spencer's teen daughter has a boyfriend, part two

Reader owns a coffee shop named after Spencer

Reader is feeling burnt out

Pushing the Reader away because of his addiction

Reader gets a breast reduction

Energy Drinks

Reader has a hysterectomy (breeding kink)*

Series

It Takes A Village: When Naomi comes into his life, Spencer has no clue about fatherhood

Untitled Crossover

[markgatissbirthdayproject]

Happy Saturday! Here is the list of auction items.

Hopefully all the links work! Please let me know here or at @antheas-blackberry if something looks wrong or I've linked your Tumblr incorrectly.

So the auction works the same as other years. If you would like to bid on an item, click the link and it brings you to a google form. Fill in your email and the amount you would like to bid.

I have figured out how to get the bids to go to a spreadsheet so you can all see what is going on without me having to update the page with the high bid every day. If not, I will just update the list every day with the highest bid.

The auction will remain open until the 20th of October. This gives me time to make sure all the links are working and deal with any initial issues. On the 20th I will close the pages for bids and then update the Tumblr page with the final total.

Once I have the highest bid, I will email the donor and the winner and then they can work it out how to deliver the item/fanfic once the donation has been made to Switchboard. All I need is proof of your donation (i.e a forward of the confirmation email from Just Giving).

All bids are in GBP ££.

If you put a bid in, the bid MUST be greater than what the current high bid is within the spreadsheet! There are a few items which have more recent bids, but are less than the first bid. The high bid will stand in this case, so if you are bidding on an item, please check that yours is the highest!

This has worked well over the past few years and everyone who is literally sending an item has agreed to pay for postage. If this ends up being an issue later on, let me know, and I can work it out.

Item 1: BBC Sherlock, Mycroft/Greg or a Mycroft Holmes character piece, 2000-5000 words. From @johannadc

Item 2: Collection of Mycroft stickers, all goldfish themed, from Redbubble. From @lavenderandvanilla

Item 3: 4 Mark themed notecards from Redbubble. From @lavenderandvanilla

Item 4: 1 silver plated necklaces with a snowflake and umbrella charms. People can message me for details. From @lavenderandvanilla

Item 5: 1 silver plated necklaces with a snowflake and umbrella charms. People can message me for details. From @lavenderandvanilla

Item 6: 4. A 3K Mystrade fic. Any rating, best at domestic fluff, hurt/comfort, but give anything a try. No noncon, underage, graphic violence, permanent MCD. From @lavenderandvanilla

Item 7: Mystrade Funko set, which features Mycroft and a romantic Greg (roses and champagne) and their ginger cat. From @LittleFluffyClouds.

Item 8: Mystrade fic 2,000-3,000 words @LittleFlufftyClouds. Please contact them for details.

Item 9: 1-2K word fic from @Ivycopper. Please contact them for details.

Item 10: Motive and the Cue program signed by Mark and Johnny Flynn from @antheas-blackberry

[miserable-sarah]

The Date

Pairings: Sam x Reader warnings: None Requested: Hello! Your fanfics are sensational and I get lost in your stories, especially Sam's. I would like to ask for a story inspired by dandelions song between Sam Winchester x reader, very cute and romantic.

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You look at yourself in the mirror for the 10th time, you fix your dress, you fluff your hair, you stand there and practice your smile. You don't like the way your hair looks, you think your make up could look better. You sigh and flop on the bed.

"You look fine!" Cas whines. You have him 'trapped' in your room so he can tell you if you need to change anything but he's getting annoyed because you don't believe him anyway.

"Sam told me to dress nice." You tell Cas, you sigh again getting off the bed. Cas grabs your hands.

"Y/n, you look perfect. I promise."

"Thanks Cas." You smile at him "You can leave if you want." You giggle. Cas leaves the room, you look at yourself again and take a deep breath. You're not sure what Sam has planned your dates are usually casual sometimes when it's an important date they're a little fancier. You walk downstairs, you see Dean and Cas sitting down at the table talking about whatever.

"You look great!" Dean says smiling.

"Did Cas tell you to say that?" You smirk at him.

"Wh-what!? Of course not!" Dean chuckles

"Okay." You tease "Thank you."

"Sam gave me this." Dean hands you a letter, you look at it confused and open it. 'Meet me at the first spot I laid eyes on you.' You smiled to yourself knowing where to go.

"I'll take you." Dean says hoping out of his chair walking up the stairs, you follow behind him.

"We have to go to the beach." You say getting butterflies. "So, what's he planning?" You ask Dean. You know Sam is up to something and you know Dean knows.

"I don't know." Dean says quickly not moving his eyes from the road.

"Dean.. I know you know."

"No, no I don't." He says matter of factly.

"you're not going to tell me?"

"I wouldn't even be able to if I wanted because I don't know."

"Fine." You cross your arms. You're not against surprises you love them, it's just you're so nervous and you don't know why. Sam is the best boyfriend you've ever had, he cares for you deeply, he pays attention, he helps you when you're down, he cheers you up, he makes your days so much brighter, he is your forever. You honestly don't know where you'd be without which scares you but makes you feel safer with him. You know he would never do anything to hurt you. You can't believe how lucky you got, someone was listening to your wishes.

"We're here." Dean stops with a huge smile. When you get out of the car your body is shaking you're so nervous. You don't even know why. You can see lights lighting up the walkway, you smile at how beautiful they are. You slowly walk down a few stairs and walk on the path, you see rose petals spread out everywhere, you can't help the big smile on your face, your heart is pounding in your ears.

You see Sam standing by the beach with flowers in his hand, theres a table set up in the sand with champagne waiting to be popped. You can hear Dandelions by Ruth B. being played in the background. You smile and walk towards him.

(Song)

"Sam, this is wow." You say not even having words. You gasp loudly when you see Sam get down on one knee.

"Y/n Y/L/N" He starts, he pulls out a little black box "I saw you here 2 years ago, the moment I saw you I knew I wanted you to be mine. I knew I had to have you. I got so shy walking up to you I stuttered just saying hello." You both giggle. "The look in your eyes when you saw me, it was nothing I've ever seen. From that day we've been best friends, unfortunately I was scared because of my job and that held me back, but you reassured me you'd be fine by tactling me to the ground." You laugh again. "And at that moment I knew I wanted you for the rest of my life, I knew you were the one for me, I knew I'd be forever happy with you in my life so," He opens the box revealing a beautiful ring inside. "Y/n, will you please marry me?"

Your hand is covering your mouth, you have tears flowing down your cheeks. "Yes! Yes!" You squeal with excitement. Same carefully places the ring on your finger you can hear Dean and Cas cheering in the background, he hugs you tightly swirling you around.

"I can't believe we're engaged!" You kiss him, he kisses you back passionately. "I love you so much, Sam."

"I love you more than words can describe." Sam pops the champagne and hands you a glass. "To the future Mrs. Winchester!" Dean joins in on the toast. You smile to yourself just think how lucky you really are. You are going to marry Sam Winchester.

[cherrybean]

This is more of a blurb/mind dump of Lalos POV 😵‍💫

This is more of a blurb 😭 i was genuinely thinking of Lalo and how he’d think of you in his own POV and this is what my mind came up with. i will be continuing this piece later as a longer fanfic 🙂‍↕️🫶🏽

‼️‼️SMUT‼️‼️

- Lalo who wouldn’t care if you this was your first time or not

- Lalo who would have the whole hotel room set up with roses and champagne, he’s a bit of a romantic ����

- Lalo who would wine and dine you before and have his hand on your thigh creeping it up once in a while just to tease you through your panties

- His fingers slightly rubbing on your clothed clit, making you squirm, but not adding enough pressure to get you off

- Lalo who would take you up to the room telling you all the things he’s going to do to you

- Lalo who would undress you and kiss every inch of your body, making you feel loved

- Lalo who would kiss up each one of your thighs, prolonging the foreplay and making you even more sensitive to his touch

- Lalo who would cynically suck on your thighs having you as a moaning mess begging him to touch you

- “Lalo please” you’d pathetically moan, trying you lift your hips up to get as much friction as you could but his strong hands holding your hips down, “be patient muñequita” Lalo would say as he’d kiss over your panties feeling the stubbles friction on your clit

- Lalo who would finally pull your soaked panties down and gently rub your clit with his thumb, enjoying as your toes would curl from finally being touched as your chest heaved with every moan coming from your pretty mouth

Lalo loved to watch the way you’d beg for his touch. He loved how you’d try to swivel your hips and lift them in order to feel his touch as he’d just prolong it even more. The thing he loved the most though was watching the way your eyes would flutter closed and how when he’d be teasing and edging you too much your eyes would water and he’d catch a tear slip down your cheek. There was nothing more that caused the strain between his legs to feel suffocated in his denim Levi’s; than you moaning his name when you were close and begging him to let you finally reach your climax. Whether it was his fingers stuffing you, his mouth tasting you or him filling you up to the brim he loved every bit of it and every whine and whimper that came out of you. He loved to take you out on fancy dates to see you dress up and look pretty. He loved to compliment you, “you look gorgeous muñequita”, “I can’t wait to take that dress off of you later princesa”. Lalo just loved everything about you, from the way you looked, the way you spoke and the way you smelled. It was almost like an intoxicating scent for him and he felt like he couldn’t think straight. He’d slip your dress off bending you over as he stuffed his fingers into you, enjoying the way you gasped before turning into a moaning mess. The way he could make your moans louder by curving his fingers into certain spots inside of you until you were withering.

To be continued…

[canadiannationalfox]

Pre-Murder Drones Fanfic - Capsicums for Two - TW// Body image issues, eating disorders

Despite the warm glow of the sun's light as a reminder of it being day, she could remember that night clearly, even if it was already 8 years ago. The first time she set foot in the Elliott Manor.

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Louisa watched the gala goers, sitting at a spot along the wall, sipping her champagne. She didn't even want to be here at all, her vile step-mother told her that she was going to this event. Louisa tucked a stray curl of her partial updo behind her ear and sighed to herself, "I don't even want to meet him. He's probably going to go for one of the other 7 girls at this party."

Eventually a fellow with grey eyes and jet black hair approached, holding a glass of scotch on the rocks. "Evening," the Aussie teenager greeted politely, catching the woman's gaze.

"Evening," she greeted back, letting down her guard a bit because of the handsome fellow there with her. The 16 year old lad in the suit chatted politely with a tone of concern, "You seem upset, are you alright?"

"I don't even want to be here, it's some James Elliott's birthday and he's probably going to want to pick one of the really pretty girls out there, so that means I came here for no reason at all, typical"

The fellow, not wanting the young woman to know too much asked politely, "What's your name, Miss?"

"Louisa, Louisa Miriam Walker," she greeted, a little half heartedly, "How 'bout yours?"

On the fly, the fellow took her hand and shook it firmly with a goofy grin, "Just call me Jimmy-Edward." He observed Louisa laughing softly before he spoke happily, "My goodness, Louisa, you have such beautiful blue eyes!"

Louisa blushed at Jimmy-Edward's words. "Oh goodness, someone's a flirt."

The two spent the rest of the time together that evening and then Louisa couldn't find Jimmy-Edwards until she saw him up near the large windows with a globe near by them, she remembered his words clear as day.

"Louisa Miriam Walker, you are the one I want to court,"

The woman was floored, not only was the fellow she had spent most of the night with James Elliott, but she had bad mouthed him to his face and took all of it with a smile. When she asked him later, he had responded that he adored her brutality, her honesty, and her fiery passion and attitude.

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Louisa had been married now to James for 4 years, and they were expecting a child, but she was scared every time she looked in a mirror, especially now that she was recently into her second trimester.

The woman could see her mousy brown roots showing since she wasn't allowed to get her hair bleached back to golden blonde. She also was now starting to notice how her stomach was starting to swell from the baby bump. The blue-eyed woman started to cry.

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"Putting on weight? You really think he'd still love you looking like that!?" the woman named Gwendolynn barked rudely at Louisa.

The Step-Mother and Daughter were on their own at the wedding dress fitting and the bride-to-be was going to help herself to a small artisanal blueberry scone.

"I promise, mother, I'm not," the 20 year old woman responded back with politeness and fear in her voice.

The older woman who looked like a former ballerina cruelly retorted, "If your waistline is double the width of your neck, then you're as good as unlovable!"

Louisa dropped the scone like it was on fire and stepped away from the snacks and left the room, fighting back tears. The soon-to-be-Mrs. Elliott responded, doing her best to be strong, "I need a moment... I need to go get the back cinched tighter."

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James came into the room, he had been outside making sure his worker drones weren't over-watering his roses while also checking on how the vegetables in his garden were growing, and now had come inside to see how Louisa was doing. He approached the love of his life, seeing her from behind, he decided to compliment her. "Those prenatal vitamins sure are working wonders for you, Louisa," he complimented with a slight song in his voice, until he got closer and saw her saddened expression.

Louisa wiped her tears, and glanced away from James, hiding her eyes with her curtain bangs.

"What's wrong, luv?" James asked worriedly, gently pushing the hair away from his beloved's eyes.

"It's literally the silliest nonsense," Louisa brushed off as she turned away from him, looking to her stomach in dismay until she felt James place his hands lovingly on her shoulders.

"We can talk about it though," Louisa's loving husband insisted in a loving and warm Aussie accented voice, "Sit on down, and you can tell me your troubles,"

The blonde woman sat down at her vanity desk, but she didn't want to look at her reflection, she glanced at the low heeled pale pink flats she was wearing.

James picked up the brass plated hairbrush off of Louisa's vanity and started to gently brush his wife's perfectly permed golden curls as he had done ever since Louisa had a panic attack while getting ready for an event. A little caring treat that had become an almost daily routine for James to brush Louisa's hair or some little nurturing act of preening. "Now, now, Louise, tell me what troubles you."

Louisa felt courage to make eye-contact with her husband's reflection as he brushed her hair. "... Do you think I'm beautiful enough for you?"

The fellow with the dark cool-tone hair gently rubbed his wife's earlobe with his right index finger and thumb. "What ever makes you worry that, dear?"

The artificially-blonde woman leaned slightly into her doting husband's touch. "I'm not as thin as I used to be, James," she replied, her New Zealand accent audible still through the wavering of her voice, tears falling from her eyes now, she didn't want to be strong in this moment, "My roots are showing too. I'm... I'm not good enough, am I?" The sharing of her worries was met with by the sound of the hairbrush being set down and the feeling of a warm hug from behind. The JC Jensen executive lovingly soothed, "Louisa, you don't need to be thin or blonde for me to enjoy your companionship." He kissed the back of her head reassuringly. "Your personality was what I fell for, your external beauty may be a nice perk as well, but, I would love you no matter how you looked."

Louisa sniffled a little at that admission, not ready to talk yet.

James smiled as he looked to their reflection in the mirror. "Plus," he reassured in a jovial tone, "You could wear one of your lovely sunhats!"

Louisa giggled, wiping her tears away with her silk gloved hands.

James let go of her. The sweater-vested fellow walked in front of her, knelt down close and kissed Louisa's tummy. "Plus again, in here is our lovely little ball of sunshine, if we want them to come out, you're going to have to eat better, luv."

The woman in the fancy lavender sundress blushed and looked away, smiling softly.

James held Louisa's hands and responded joyfully, "I even checked the garden, there's all sorts of vegetables and fruits you can eat. Edamame beans, carrots, grape tomatoes, snap peas, cucumbers, pumpkin, strawberries, raspberries, concord grapes, sweet potatoes, and your favourite of all, capsicums."

The mention of the Aussie name of bell peppers made Louisa smile, she loved capsicums any colour they grew in, that was her favourite of all.

Louisa began to giggle as she felt James kiss her tummy more. "Oh goodness James," she trilled, now crying happy tears, "Stop that silliness."

Upon hearing the word stop, as if commanded by a queen, James stopped kissing his wife's tummy. James looked up, grinning like a Mad Hatter, but his eyes twinkling with love and adoration. "Couldn't you ask Xavier to take you back to red?" James suggested cheerfully, "Going to the salon usually helps you feel less sad."

"Last time after I told him I was pregnant, he told me that he wouldn't book me in for any colouring service until after I've had our child."

James smiled happily and joked, as he reached up and held his wife's right cheek lovingly, "Maybe I could help?"

"Don't be daft!"

The fellow stood up quickly, and with a silly funny twirl to try to brighten his wife's mood, got behind her, letting his wife laugh at his silliness. He ran his fingers through his wife's curly hair and offered happily, "No really, how bad could it go? I'm sure I could figure it out," James insisted confidently, "Besides, I could get some peroxide and lighten your roots that way. The doctors said no bleach, but they didn't say anything about peroxide, did they, luv?"

Louisa tilted her head back a little so she could see James' grey eyes that were filled with determination "Suppose not," Louisa sat happily, closing her eyes as James played with her hair, hanging off his every word of his plan.

"I'll take the afternoon off work. Then I can draw you a nice bath, make you some tea, and if the peroxide doesn't work, I'll have some dye on retainer as a plan B," James explained joyfully, he was all for it, "You could try strawberry blonde or a light ginger."

Louisa giggled happily, she loved seeing this problem solving side of her husband, it always made her adore him more. "Okay, okay, you've convinced me," she responded in her posh New Zealand accent voice, her worries and woes now forgotten, joking joyfully, "Book me in for an appointment with Jimmy-Edward!"

"Most certainly," he chuckled, using his hands to bring Louisa's hair over her shoulders, "Anyways, like I was saying earlier..." he began to joyfully explain, "Those vitamins sure are working wonders for you."

She pleaded as she placed her right hand on one of his hands that was still toying with her golden tresses, "Do elaborate, James."

"Well, your complexion looks amazing," He began to say as he took a hold of the hand she offered him, "your nails have never looked so healthy," James lifted his wife's hand gently as he leaned closer, planting a kiss on the back of her right hand as if she was royalty.

Louisa blushed, bashfully breaking eye contact with James' reflection.

"You're practically effervescently glowing," the Australian fellow insisted, his voice full of love. "And look how radiant and voluminous your hair looks," James uttered playfully, leaning closer to Louisa's ear, "It'd be a true shame to not take in the spoils of it growing like bluebells."

Louisa blushed even more, looking once again to her and her husband in the mirror before them, now feeling empowered.

"But, even your crowning glory pales in comparison to your aquamarine eyes" he addressed, gazing to their reflection, "Full of passion." He asked in a firm but loving tone, "Now, Louisa, tell me what you think. Do you think you're beautiful enough for me after all I've said?" before he kissed the back of her hand again

"I definitely do, James," Louisa replied, happy tears falling from her aquamarine eyes.

They grey-eyed fellow joyfully chuckled as he let go of his wife's hand, "Well, how about we go down to the sun room and have some vegetables?"

"I'd like that a lot," the New Zealand accented woman pleaded, standing up, still letting James hold her hand, "As long as you'll have some too."

"Of course, luv, nothing is better than mid morning smoko's snack being capsicums for two."

The end

[notf1obsessed]

I’m going to start posting my fic on here so here’s the first chapter! It’s a CharlesxCarlos f1 fanfic about them fake dating so here it is!

Chapter 1: Bahrain

Adrenaline courses through Charles' veins as he speeds down the straight. His hands held a firm grip on the steering wheel, as if it would run away. He felt the G- force pierce through him, he was sure he'd fly away if he wasn't wearing a seatbelt. His heartbeat sped faster than his race car, the anticipation of winning growing by the second.

His sixth win is in reach; and at the beginning of the season.

I might just have a shot at the championship.

He decides not to get ahead of himself and focus on the track in front of him instead. One last straight he needs to travel, mere seconds from the finish line.

He catches a glimpse of red pulling beside him snapping him out of his thoughts.

Carlos.

The car beside him activates DRS and pushes hard on the throttle, an attempt at overtaking.

Charles pushes harder.

The car beside him inches slowly in front before dipping in front of Charles, swerving to block off any attempts from Charles to take back his position. And in the blink of an eye, Carlos had overtaken Charles and now speeding down the straight in front.

No, no, no, no

The chequered flag waves in front. He feels a surge of disappointment pulse through his body as well as hints of anger. His first win of the season thrown away because he wasn't focusing. He only has himself to blame for a mistake like that.

"That's P1 Carlos" comes through Carlos's radio as he crosses the white line.

He feels an empowering burst of confidence and happiness. Only the kind that winning at the beginning of the season provided. He felt the sweat of the racing and nervousness drop down his face. He tried to hide his immense excitement on the radio.

"Another smooth operation, he's a smooth operator, smooth oper-" he began singing his hype song as a way to truly infer how much this win meant to him.

A small chuckle was heard from the other side of the radio, "That's enough thank you Carlos."

He and Charles both went to park their cars in the designated spots before getting out.

Charles takes off his helmet and balaclava to reveal his sweat glistening face,"Nice job, mate."

He tries to hide his bitterness to congratulate his teammate.

Carlos does the same, revealing a wide smile on his face, "You too, eh"

Carlos goes to fulfilll the journalists never ending questions, but his mind was too preoccupied with the satisfaction of winning to care.

Charles on the other hand, found it much harder to try and hide the bitterness in his tone, but alas he must've succeeded at it if none of the journalists showed any particular signs in their expression when talking to him.

After they had both finished their interviews, they went to the cooldown room to take a break before the podium celebrations started. It just so happened that Lando was also there, his expression wearing one of tiredness and excitement at the same time.

His eyes dart towards both of them, widening his smile.

"Nice job mate, you deserve it," he says, shaking Carlos's hand.

The both of them continue talking for a while. Charles wasn't eager on talking much, so he stayed quiet for the most part, observing.

He notices the happiness in Carlos when he's talking to Lando. The kind of happiness only he can bring to Carlos. The kind of laugh only Lando can bring out in Carlos. The genuine one.

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Finally, they go out to the podium celebrations.

Standing on the step, Charles saw all of the gleeful faces staring up at him from below, easing him slightly.

Finally, they pick up the champagne bottles. Being Bahrain, the champagne was replaced with rose water, not quite offering the satisfactory pop and spraying. Alas, they managed to make it work.

Charles attacks Carlos with rose water, drenching his suit in coldness. He lets out a sound mixed with laughing and pain. He still manages to retort back and attack both Lando and Charles with his.

They both turn to face Charles, teaming up on him with the rose water. It absolutely drenches him in coldness but still feels refreshing.

He thinks he can let go of his disappointment for now.

[loosingmoreletters]

If Leewon was willing to take Alexei to Sergeyev despite the dangers of this life, Gabrielle would not dishonor the sacrifices made to give her peace.

A year before Caesar meets his son, a woman receives help from a little family living in France.

i really decided to make this a series huh

[jon-withnoh]

Helloo first of all i love your fanfic "Nie wirst du mir ganz gehoren" (i may have done some fanart of it) and i did the poll betting thingie thing and at first I didn't have any idea for a drabble but after reading the last chapter I think I need some fluff. And some angst. But yea now I have an idea. Just Mrs Danvers being tired and brushing Rebecca's hair. Because she's tired she drop a pin and have to bow because of that her face is at the level of Rebecca's knee. First flush then Rebecca put Mrs Danvers head on her lap and proceed to brush her hair ? I don't know if it's good but I like the idea of Rebecca brushing Mrs Danvers hair !

Anyway love your writing, I am quite exited for the next chapter (forget everytime that I've already left a kudo) 🙏

“Today was a success, wouldn’t you say, Danny?” Rebecca’s eyes were closed. She sat very still on the chair in front of her vanity, allowing Danny to pull pin after pin from her hair. Her cheeks were flushed from the sun. A small, satisfied smile played around the corners of her mouth. 

“A great success, madam,” Danny said. 

They had planned the garden party together, honing each detail until the whole thing was as close to perfection as a party could be. Raspberry ices served in airy tents, a string quartet, footmen moving about the crowd with cold drinks. The lawns had been dotted with the genteel and well-to-do. Ladies with lace parasols, gentlemen sipping champagne. The gardens had rung with laughter and Rebecca had been in the middle of it all, a shining beautiful hostess. 

Danny had kept in the background as always. She had hurried back and forth between the house and the servants’ tent, watching over the procedings. Now and then she had envied the ladies in their light gowns, but her envy had faded whenever Rebecca had caught her eye and smiled. The prospect of tending to a happy Rebecca — of having her all to herself once Mr de Winter had gone to bed — had been enough to make her shrug off the heat and her querulous maids. 

“You did very well today.” 

“Thank you, madam.” 

As she continued to undo her careful work from the morning, Danny found herself wishing that Rebecca had not praised her just yet. It had not been a conscious concern, the nagging worry that something might have escaped her, that Rebecca might be dissatisfied, but now that it was gone, Danny began to feel the strain of the day. There was a dull pain in her lower back and another, sharper pain near her temples. Her hands stilled on Rebecca’s hair. 

“Is anything the matter?” Rebecca’s eyes were still closed. 

As Danny made to reply, one of Rebecca’s hairpins slipped from her hand and landed on the floor with a clink. Danny bent down to pick it up, but the movement was too fast. It sent her off balance, her head spinning. She dropped to her knees, hoping to pass off the movement as deliberate. The world around her was out of focus, the floorboards grainy and washed out. She could not see the pin. Her hand moved aimlessly across the floor. A moment later her head made contact with something soft, warm. Rebecca’s thigh. 

“Danny?” There was concern in Rebecca’s voice now.

Danny tried to lift her head, to make a reply, but it was impossible. Even the smallest movement sent the world spinning around her. 

“Danny?” Rebecca’s hand on her hair, then on her forehead, the gentle pressure of her fingers. “You’ve had too much sun. Are you dizzy?”

Danny made a noise of assent. 

“You should have listened to me when I told you to take a break. Frith and the maids would have managed perfectly well without you.”

“Frith—” Danny broke off. She had meant to say that Frith had had his hands full with the footmen, but the words would not come. A wave of nausea rose from her stomach. Danny closed her mouth. 

“Never mind all that now,” Rebecca said. “We have to get you off the floor and upstairs to bed. Do you want me to call for the doctor? Don’t look at me like that. Sunstroke’s no laughing matter. Well, we’ll try and get you to bed first and if it gets any worse, I will call.”

It took several minutes until Danny was able to lift her head. Rebecca knelt on the floor next to her, steadying her despite Danny’s feeble protest. With Rebecca’s arm around her waist, she was able to stand up. She managed to take a few steps towards the door before she had to pause, leaning against Rebecca’s bed for support. 

They made their way out into the corridor and up the servants’ stairs into the attic. It took much longer than usual. Danny’s steps were uncertain. The house was still rotating around her, swimming in and out of focus. 

The whitewashed attic lay in silence. The rest of the staff had gone to bed hours ago while she had sat up with Rebecca, first in the morning room and then in the west wing. They had gone over every detail of the party, as was Rebecca’s habit. There was no hope of persuading her to go to sleep before she had drawn her résumé of the day. 

With clumsy fingers, Danny unlocked the door to her room. “Thank you for helping me upstairs, madam. I’m sure I’ll be alright if I just rest for a few moments. I’ll come back down to help you with your hair.”

“Nonesense,” Rebecca said at once. “I’ll manage on my own. Are you sure you don’t need a doctor?”

“I’m sure. Good night, madam.” 

“Good night.” 

Danny went over to the bed with slow, careful steps and turned on the lamp on her bedside table. Then she sat in the chair by the vanity. Even the low light of the lamp made her dizzy. Her hands shook as she reached for the pins in her hair. 

“This is ridiculous.” 

Danny flinched. She turned in her chair to see that Rebecca was still standing in the doorway, watching her. A moment later, the door was closed and Rebecca stood behind her, hands on her shoulders. 

“Madam,” Danny whispered. “There’s no need…”

“We shan’t speak about it,” Rebecca said. “No one need ever know.”

Danny’s hands dropped into her lap. Rebecca’s hands took their place, pulling the pins out of her hair until it unraveled, heavy and warm. Danny closed her eyes. Rebecca’s hands were gentle, not as clumsy as Danny might have suspected. Rebecca did not allow the brush to catch in her hair, nor did she grow impatient. When Danny’s hair finally fell down her back in one long braid, Rebecca’s hands found their way back to Danny’s shoulders. 

“Is there anything else you need?” she asked.

“No, nothing.” 

Rebecca hesitated, her hands still resting on Danny’s shoulders. Eventually, Danny felt her step closer. She closed her eyes as Rebecca bent down and kissed the top of her head. 

“Good night.” A few light steps, the click of the door closing and Rebecca was gone. 

“Good night, madam,” Danny whispered.

Here you go! I hope you enjoyed it :)

[cinnikiroll]

protecting the protector (dwayne pride x wife! reader)

Summary: Dwayne is shaken up and upset by the recent exposé piece written on him by Oliver Crane and the threats he is facing due to it. You, his loving wife, are there to support him. (Based off of S4E22, sort of a continuation of you'll always be mine but it definitely can stand on its own)

If you like this fic, please do check out my other fanfics on AO3 under the username cinnikiroll. Here is a link to my profile, where I have fics from other fandoms for your viewing pleasure!

It had been a hard, stressful time for the whole NCIS team lately. What with Oliver Crane's recent exposé piece, the whole office was on edge, and the constant presence of protesters outside didn't do much to alleviate the situation.

Dwayne had pretended that he wasn't affected by the whole thing, and he was skilled at acting strong and unfazed, but it was clear to the whole team that he was deeply upset by the way people viewed him now due to this piece. Even if the content in it was true, the way he was portrayed- as a narcissistic, sadistic abuser of power and of people- was killing him.

No matter how many times the team tried to talk to him, he would never open up. Even Loretta, his best friend that could get him to open up about anything at even the worst times, couldn't get him to say how he really felt.

But the team had a secret weapon, one that they used when Dwayne was being unusually reticent. This secret weapon never failed to get him to open up, even regarding his most painful memories.

She was kind, yet incredibly incisive, getting to the heart of any emotional matter with ease and gusto.

She was intelligent, yet not at all cold, her empathy and huge help in emotional situations.

She was you, Dwayne Pride's wife.

All it took was one call from a very concerned Christopher LaSalle for you to begin enacting your foolproof plan to get your husband to open up about anything under the sun.

When Dwayne returned home that night, his concern was immediately piqued when he caught the scent of something burning in the air. He ascended the stairs to his apartment two at a time, drawing his gun to ready himself for anything.

The apartment door was opened a crack, and a sign in your elegant cursive handwriting was hanging on it.

Welcome home, my love.

You had drawn a little heart in the corner, and seeing that detail brought a small smile to his face. He pushed open the door fully, and was absolutely shocked by the state of the apartment.

Scented candles had been placed in the center of the dining table, which was now covered in a scarlet tablecloth. The candles had been placed in a small bowl to prevent any melting wax from dirtying the obviously very fancy tablecloth, and in the wax bowl, red roses had been strewn about.

A bottle of Dwayne's favorite merlot was sitting next to the table's centerpiece, already uncorked and poured into two champagne flutes that he had completely forgotten he owned. Sitting down at the elegantly decorated table, he sipped on the wine and sighed deeply in enjoyment as the soft fruity flavored liquor slid smoothly down his parched throat.

You were working hard in the kitchen and hadn't noticed your husband coming in. Gumbo was not exactly your specialty, it was his, and as such you were working hard to craft a gumbo that was blameless in your virtuoso chef's eyes. The scent of spices mixed with the sweet scent of the candles you'd placed on the table, creating an intoxicating fragrance that made your body feel warm- or was that just the gumbo you were stirring?

Hearing Dwayne clear his throat softly, you leapt a little in fear before turning around with a bright and sweet smile on your face. You looked so charmingly domestic, standing there in your apron and holding a wooden spoon stained with food, that he had to physically hold himself back from leaping on you and showering you with kisses.

"My love! You're back. Hard day at work?"

Upon your mention of work, Dwayne's face fell. You cursed yourself for mentioning something that caused him pain, and rapidly rushed to his side, leaving the gumbo that you had been painstakingly slaving over unattended in its pot.

"I'm sorry," you murmured, pulling a chair over to sit directly across from him and caress his warm cheeks.

"I didn't mean to bring up painful feelings. I just-"

You cut yourself off partly through the sentence, noticing a slight discoloration on Dwayne's lower jaw. It was only slight, barely noticeable in the flickering candlelight, but it was there, and his body stiffened when your fingers gently touched it. That stiffening was a sign of pain, meaning that the discoloration had to be a bruise.

Recalling what Christopher had told you regarding the rioters outside of NCIS headquarters, the brick with the death wish thrown at Dwayne's SUV, and now seeing the bruise on his jaw brought tears to your eyes.

"What happened to you?"

You managed to rasp out, your voice a weak whisper.

Dwayne took your probing hand with his, placing it down on his lap. His gray-blue eyes were soft and tender as he spoke to you with all the love he could muster.

"Love, don't worry. It was just a little fight in Clearwater. Nothing serious."

He was trying to calm you down, but you could clearly tell from the tension in his body and the slight wavering in his voice that it had been more than that, that he was deeply upset about something but didn't know how- or didn't want to- open up about what that thing was.

"A fight?!"

Your eyes widened in shock, and you quickly resumed your probing touches, attempting to ascertain whether or not he had sustained any more injuries during the fight.

"A group of guys-"

"A group?!"

Your anxiety was widening by the minute with every word Dwayne said.

A fight?!

With a group of men attacking him?!

He was lucky he only got a few cuts and bruises! He could've died!

Oh God... you could've lost your husband!

Seeing the pain in Dwayne's eyes and the way he was desperately attempting to comfort you, you gulped down any other exclamations you may have uttered and stilled your trembling hands. Once you had sufficiently relaxed yourself, you asked the introductory question to this interrogation you'd be giving.

"Why did you go to Clearwater?"

Dwayne's body stiffened further, his mind racing with expectations about where this conversation was going to lead.

He did have lots of pent up emotions that he needed to express, it was true, and he got the sense that this was one of your many interrogations you planned when you needed to get him to open up about his feelings.

While he didn't have anything against these interrogations- in fact, he enjoyed them, as they helped him get his emotions out- the vitriol he felt towards Oliver Crane and the source that had provided him with the information needed to vilify his good name was intense. He didn't want to let it out, lest it harm him or you in the process.

But seeing the concern in your eyes and the effort you had gone to in an attempt to make him comfortable and pleased, he knew that it would be best to open up to you.

It always was best to be honest with you, he acknowledged begrudgingly.

Taking a deep breath, he proceeded to let out all his feelings regarding this current situation.

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"It just makes me feel like I maybe am the villain they all say I am, you know? I mean, I'm the reason why so many people are dead, I go off half cocked, I-"

Dwayne's voice softened and tears began to form in his eyes as he finished his sentence.

"I'm a pitiful excuse for a federal agent."

Breathing shakily with held back emotions, you helped him over to the bed and sat down next to him there, letting him hold you and cry to his heart's content.

The tears began to fall down like his cheeks like rain from his cloudy sky eyes. He held you tightly against him, burying his face in your hair.

His grip on your body was strong, bordering on painful as he dug his strong calloused fingers into your back as if you were the only anchor for him in the stormy sea of his self doubt. Choosing not to comment on the pain his grip was causing you, you just let him hold you and let all his pent up emotions out.

"I'm sorry," he whispered in a hoarse, husky voice.

"I shouldn't be burdening you with this. I should be strong... I-"

You silenced his self deprecating comments with a soft kiss on the lips.

"I'm your wife. If you can't be open with me, who can you be open with?"

Dwayne sniffled pitifully, as if he was a small child having a meltdown. You brought him a box of tissues, and he very quickly used up a miniature mountain of them.

"I'm supposed to be strong, to protect you! But it turns out-" he punctuated his sentence with another sniffle and blowing his nose- "that you're the one protecting me. How ironic. I can't even do the job of a husband properly. I really am pathetic..."

He trailed off sadly, staring away into the distance and not looking at your face. Thoughts of self hatred were haunting him, only magnified by the memories of the harsh words used to describe him in the recent exposé.

Dwayne truly felt like a failure in this moment, and no matter how many kind words were said to him or how often he was reminded he wasn't, he still felt the same way.

He wanted so badly to love himself like you loved him. But he was certain that was impossible.

There was no way he could ever matter to himself as much as he mattered to you.

He didn't even deserve that...

"Darlin'?"

He whispered in a barely audible voice.

"Dwayne?"

Your voice was full of concern, snapping him back to reality.

Turning to look at you, he saw tears in your eyes, evidently brought on by his long period of being lost in memories. He wanted to reach out and touch you, to hold you close and tell you he loved you so much, that he needed you desperately, more than he needed oxygen to breathe.

But he couldn't. He didn't deserve that love. He didn't deserve you.

"Nothing..."

Dwayne whispered softly, his voice broken with pain and self hatred.

You clung to him tightly, kissing him and holding him. The gentle cadence of your whispering voice and tender touches of your skin against his slowly began to calm him down, and before long, he had curled up in your lap like a docile, sleepy maine coon cat.

Softly, slowly, silently, your fingers caressed his unkempt hair, calming him down even more and banishing any remnants of self hatred within his mind. Like wisps of mist, they dissipated, leaving only the calm lake of love behind.

It had taken longer than usual, but you had succeeded again in helping him open up about and banish his painful emotions. Opening his sleepy gray blue eyes, he looked up at you with a great deal of love in his expression.

"I love you more than anything, darlin'."

He murmured, kissing you sloppily on the cheek.

You smiled your first genuine smile in a while and kissed him back.

"I love you too, my darling. I'll always be here to protect you and comfort you. Always."

[rose-and-thorn-fanfics]

The Vampire Diaries: Season 2 (Bonnie x Damon) Fanfic

The whole town was mourning Mayor Lockwood that day. Bonnie brushed her hair behind her ears before taking a deep breath and entering the Lockwood Mansion. She scanned the small crowd of formally dressed citizens milling about in the grand living room. As she entered the dining room, she felt a cold tingling in her chest. 'Damon is here,' Bonnie thought, standing up straight. She turned around, coming face to face with Damon Salvatore. He smirked, not backing away despite their close proximity. He was at least a head taller than Bonnie, and she would've felt intimidated if it wasn't for her possessing the upper-hand in their tense relationship. It had been a whirlwind, learning about the existence of vampires and her own powers with witchcraft. Then Grams had died, trying to keep the tomb open for Damon to come out. Could she ever stop resenting him for how he'd turned her life upside-down?

"Well, I know my eyes are mesmerizing, Bonnie. But I assume you're here for more than the lovely view?" Damon said, breaking Bonnie's train of thought.

She frowned, feeing the heat rise in her cheeks as she realized she'd been staring at him for quite some time. "Don't flatter yourself." Bonnie said sharply.

Damon turned around, striding towards one of the long windows in the dining room. He changed the subject. "Did you know the Gilbert device affected Tyler Lockwood?"

"Well I know it took the mayor down." Bonnie said. "Don't you wanna know why?" She placed her hands on her hips.

"Yes, Bonnie. I would love to know why." Damon Salvatore said, furrowing his brow impatiently. "A non-vampire was tortured by the vampire torture device that you let John Gilbert use against us? Doesn't that peak your interest? Speaking of your guilt, how's Caroline?" Damon added.

"She's fine." Bonnie said. "She's healing quickly."

"You're welcome." Damon said smugly.

"-No, you are welcome." Bonnie corrected. "You'll live to see another day."

"You know, before you got into this whole blackmailing business, I had my eyes on Elena." Damon said, taking a sip of champagne from one of the glasses on the dining room table. "But now that you have this vendetta against me, Bonnie Bennett is looking pretty sexy," He said, setting the glass aside, leaning in to whisper the last part.

Bonnie inhaled the scent of his cologne, forgetting to act indignant or insulted as she was caught off guard by his advances. Damon lifted his hand and cupped her cheek, looking into her hazel eyes.

Then she regained her self control. "Damon, if I had my way you would've died in the fire after John Gilbert used that device against all the vampires." She whispered coldly. "You're a monster, Damon. Don't think I'll forget that so easily."

Damon pulled away. Bonnie could've sworn she saw a flash of hurt in his eyes. A split second of vulnerability. But it quickly vanished as a mischievous grin took over his expression. "You'll forget soon enough. And besides," Damon started, "Even if you don't, you witches tend to have a thing for my kind."

Bonnie was about to return his words with a seething remark, but she blinked and Damon was gone. Just like that. She sighed. A small voice inside of her questioned what it would feel like to kiss his enticing lips. But she could never show anyone that side of her, because the rest of her wanted to drive a stake through his heart. He had a talent for making her feel confused.

IF YOU LIKED THIS FANFIC, REBLOG FOR THE CHANCE OF ME WRITING A PART TWO!!!! -Velvet Rose

[citruscloudsandmoon]

Mayblade day 13: Affection

An excerpt from my unpublished Beyblade fanfic 'In the mood of Love'.

Rating: K+

Pairing: Kai/Hil

Hiromi was leaning against the walled garden wall, sipping on champagne from the flute when she heard slow footsteps on the gravel footpath. Thinking it might be one of her cousins, she said;

“Tell mum, I am not hungry. And If I will be, I will eat later”

When no reply came, she finally looked up and saw the last person she was expecting; Kai was standing a few feet away from her in a three piece dark blue suit, a white rose pinned in the lapel of his coat. He looked incredibly handsome.

“Well if isn’t the love of my life” Hiromi drawled, lips breaking in a cynical smile.

“So glad you could make it”

Kai let out a derisive snort at this. Her tone was far from it.

“We both know that’s not true,” Kai said as he sauntered towards the brunette, hands tucked in his pants pockets.

“But it is!” Hiromi insisted “ Rumiko would have bite my head off with her whining if you hadn’t come”

Kai didn’t say anything further. Something else caught his attention.

“You are wearing a different dress,” Kai commented, remembering the pink coral dress which Hiromi showed to him two months ago. That dress was pretty. But it was no match to the viridian one which Hiromi was wearing now.

“I was feeling rebellious for once,” Hiromi said, now rotating the flute to catch the light from the setting sun. Curious to see whether the low beams would make the champagne more golden.

Hiromi was about to ask his opinion about her look; what he thought of it and whether she looked beautiful? but decided against it. It didn’t matter. Besides, he was going to give her a clipped, rehearsed answer anyway. So she settled for another question.

“Why are you here?”

“Because I know you don’t like being around people. You were never the one to keep up appearances. You were never the one to care about others' opinions…”

“Sure your absence would have caused a scene, but you would have been least affected by it…” Hiromi then drew in her breath to steady herself. She suddenly had this urge to throw the glass on a gravel path. She could have. But what if a small animal stepped on a fragment in the dark? Someone else paying the price for her bitterness. It just wasn’t right.

“Insolent people saying mean things doesn’t hurt. Because that’s how they are…” Kai began.

Where was Kai going with this?

“But if it’s coming from someone who’s good-hearted, it sure does sound rude”

Kai sighed before answering Hiromi’s question; “I came here just to look at you. But now…”

“I want to talk to you, have coffee with you and maybe kiss your forehead. Because I missed it”

“You missed my forehead?” Hiromi asked warily. She wasn’t impressed.

“Terribly” Man, he really was shameless.

But maybe she was more shameless than him, for after a minute, Hiromi ran her hand through her hair, bringing her fringes up, so now her skin was exposed.

Hiromi closed her eyes, when she felt a pair of cold but soft lips pressing on her forehead tenderly.

Once.

Twice.

Then thrice.

Huh, he wasn’t lying then.

But then again, she missed this too.

[supremeuppityone]

Klaroline fanfic update: One More Rose

Working on the next chapter of my Klaroline story, One More Rose.

Here's a quick peek:

Chapter 11: This is Love

            “You look terrible, darling.”

            Kol delivered his observation with a cheeky grin, no doubt used to women being charmed by his signature brand of blunt-yet-charming honesty.

            Caroline was not one of them. “Seriously? You really do need Klaus to feed you all your lines.” 

            Frowning at her words, he hastily explained, “I just meant that you and my brother are sharing the same look these days and I’ve come to rectify my mistakes.”

            Nope. If she was done with Klaus, she was extra done with Kol’s bullshit. She quickly slammed the door, only to be foiled by Kol jamming his foot between the door and the frame.

            “Posh Italian footwear saves the day again. I remember one time I was wearing these shoes at Siren Song in Vegas and this silly bint brought a Pomeranian into the club and it managed to grab my TAG Heuer and was about to toss it in the gold champagne fountain when I managed to...” he trailed off at the unimpressed look on her face, muttering, “I suppose the story loses a bit of its luster if you weren’t there.”

            Caroline snarled, “Leave. Now.”

            Brown eyes widened as he frantically protested, “No! I can’t leave until I fix this nonsense I cocked up!” The desperation in his voice gave her pause — when was Kol ever desperate? Despite her irritation, Caroline studied him a bit closer, noting with glee that in addition to his black eye, he appeared to have a fairly impressive bump on his forehead. Apparently, Katherine also liked to head-butt.       “I lied,” he told her. At Caroline’s accompanying eye roll, he held up his hands as though trying to calm a skittish horse. “Okay, yes, you obviously know I lied to you about all those lines Nik that were actually Nik’s, but that’s not all.”