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ariel ! | charles leclerc x fem! reader

summary; in which charles leclerc gets the real life version of his favorite disney princess

fc; halle bailey

warnings; ?

taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs @thehufflepuffavenger1 @minseok-smaus @goldenmclaren @ollieshifts @lavisenri @graciewrote @xoscar03

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charles_leclerc: ariel! my ariel!

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yourusername: THE FIRST PICTUREEE😭

yourusername: my very own prince eric 🫶 ilysm🩵🩵

charles_leclerc: ily my ariel now come back and sing 2 me pls 😊😊

yourusername: i’ve been in the kitchen for 5 mins grabbing YOU a snack…

charles_leclerc: the only snack i want is u now come sing

yourusername: omwwwww

username: simp charles for y/n voice, he is so me

username: OUR ARIEL🧜‍♀️🧜‍♀️

username: she’s so cute 🥹

username: i know yall read that in a sebastian voice too

username: i’ll never get over her vocals in the movie 😫

lilymhe: the cutest ariel 🧜‍♀️

yourusername: tysm bae🫶

lilymhe: wanna get outta here n leave our bfs behind ???

yourusername: i’m one step ahead of u, i have one foot out the door

charles_leclerc: wait….

arthur_leclerc: knew you were obsessed with the little mermaid for a reason!

charles_leclerc: what can i say😁

username: the first pic ☹️☹️

username: tears she got herself the ultimate white man simp

username: living her best life as a princess w her man who simps for her at her side 💆‍♀️

username: the peoples princess !!

[collapsedglasshouses]

HOTEL NEIGHBORS || Noah Sebastian x fem!Reader

PHOTO CREDIT: Bryan Kirks

SUMMARY: After you hear Noah talk about liking experienced women, you can't help but feel insecure about yourself. Noah wants nothing but to lift your spirits.

WARNINGS: SMUT, MDNI, friends to lovers, inexperienced reader, slight ? dom!noah i guess, oral sex (female receiving), unprotected p in v (dont do that), slight mutual pining?, not edited oopsie, ...

TAGLIST: @measuredingold @cncohshit @circle-with-me @jilliemiw86 @justeli6

A/N: This idea planted itself in my head last night and I don't even know what to say anymore. I’m more than stressed because of university, but I hope my creative spark is coming back rather sooner than later. Is anyone actually reading what I say here. If you're reading this say hi in the comments, ily. Please, enjoy and consider reblogging if you liked it.

You didn’t exactly know you had gotten into this situation but at this exact moment you were shifting in your place and wanted nothing more but to vanish into thin air.

You were currently sitting in a hotel lobby, exhausted and tired from the show the boys had played, and waited for Matt to hand you the keys to your hotel rooms. Somehow in the course of the last ten minutes, the conversation between the guys had turned. They were talking about previous relationships and the experience it came with since Folio had been freshly separated from his ex-girlfriend.

“I don’t know what it is, but I feel like I just want someone with more experience, you know? I’m not saying I wouldn’t date anyone who doesn’t have much experience but I just-… I don’t know. You know what I mean, Noah?” Folio rambled and looked at the man next to you in hopes to find confirmation.

“Yeah, I know. I prefer women with experience, too. I guess.” Noah just mindlessly mumbled while looking at his phone.

You knew for sure the boys didn’t say this in an ill intend but somehow this exchange began to bother you more than you wanted it to. In all honesty, it felt like a punch straight to your face. You felt stupid that this simple exclaim from Noah got to you, but you couldn’t really help it. It wasn’t like you never had sex. You had a boyfriend that you dated from high school to about two years ago, but when it came to your sex life it felt like you never really experienced anything. You knew almost everything that only concerned you, but when it came to another person being involved, your knowledge stopped. You knew what you liked and what you disliked. But that didn’t make the conversation you just witnessed any less hurtful.

You swallowed hard before standing up from your waiting seat in a rather fast manner.

“Imma head to the bathroom.” You mumbled so quietly you feared nobody would have heard you, before walking away. You didn’t see how Noah looked after you with a confused facial expression.

You slammed the door shut behind you and stared at your reflection in the fancy bathroom mirror. Your eyes were watery and you hated yourself for that. Especially Noah’s sentence echoed in your head and you hated that you had a weak spot for him. You hated that you got along with him too well for your liking. When the band hired you as an assistant for Matt about a year ago, you hadn’t planned that all of this would happen. You thought you were there for only one tour and now you were already on your third with the band. To your astonishment, you got along wonderfully with everyone, but you and Noah had a special bond. You didn’t know what it was exactly but somehow you repeatedly found yourself in deep conversations about literally everything with him. It took you well over six months to realize that you didn’t just simply like him as a friend, but you were starting to fall for him.

Right now, you hated yourself that you never got brave enough to admit it to him. You always acted like nothing had changed and you felt embarrassed about the fact that a small sentence like that could throw you off so bad when you didn’t have the right to act like that about it.

A couple of minutes passed before you had enough courage to head back to the boys. So, you took a deep breath and wiped away the single tear that had managed to escape, before stepping out of the bathroom again. Gladly, you didn’t have to justify your sudden move as Matt approached the group at the same time as you to hand you the keys.

“Finally, I thought we needed to sleep in the lobby.” You managed to say with a lopsided smile while Matt handed you your key.

While your group headed in the elevator, you took up a small conversation with Matt about things that had happened at tonight’s show, before he headed out together with the others. The only two left in the elevator being, of course, you and Noah.

“Looks like we’re neighbors tonight.” He answered you with a sweet smile after looking at your key for a second.

“Cool.” You tried to exclaim as friendly as possible and cringed for your second. Even the most unempathetic person on this planet would have realized that something was going on with you, but you were glad Noah decided to not talk about it as you walked to your rooms.

A couple of hours later, you were finished with your evening and ready to go to sleep but before you could slip under the blankets, you heard a slight knock on your door. For a second, you considered to just ignore it but when it knocked again, you sighed and opened the door just enough to look who was disturbing your peace at these ungodly times.

You were greeted by Noah with a worried expression on his face. For a second, you just looked at him confused, but he was fast to explain, while you opened the door a little more.

“Tell me what I did. You’ve been ignoring literally all my texts for more than three hours at this point.” He exclaimed and crossed his arms in front of his chest. Of course, he was right about his statement. You had seen his texts. Normally, you’d test about the concert or some random stuff until you were both to sleepy to respond, but you had decided you couldn’t deal with him this evening. Not after you got so emotional because of a stupid sentence.

“I have no idea what you are talking about.” You lied and mirrored his gesture.

He lifted his eyebrow, and you already know he wouldn’t let you out of that conversation until you gave him the answers he wanted. “Gaslight someone else, sweetheart.” He grumbled.

You sighed and looked at your hands. “It’s nothing, Noah.”

“Oh, come on. You know nothing you is unimportant.” He encouraged you.

It felt stupid. Stupid how easy it was to open up to him, but you knew you couldn’t just tell him what’s been on your mind, so you simply shook your head. You were about to close the door, when he reached into the doorframe and pressed himself in your room while you protested.

“Y/n. Seriously, what’s going on?” He muttered in a soft tone while sitting down on your bed. He patted the place next to him. When you sat down, he turned to fully face you and touched your shoulder. “Please talk to me.”

“I really can’t, Noah.” You whispered. “It’s so fucking stupid.”

You felt so dumb, you wanted to slap yourself. You didn’t want this to go bad. You hated your feelings for choosing him. For opening up to him. For becoming so close with him. You remembered how you had joked with Matt about how everyone would eventually fall for THE lead singer and how you said Noah is just a really good friend and now look at you. Unable to even look him straight in the face.

“Did I say something?” Noah wanted to know, and you briefly looked at him. You couldn’t hold his gaze any longer in fear you would crack. You looked at his shirt to calm your thoughts but that was when you noticed his neckline and your thoughts instantly began to wander.

“You never not tell me anything.” Noah urged.

“Why are you so desperate?” You asked him in slight annoyance and swept his hand of your shoulder.

He blinked surprised for a couple of seconds before answering you. “Because you can’t even look at me and I don’t like that.”

Your heart jumped with happiness when you heard that confession, even if it was innocent.

“That’s not true.” – “Then look at me.”

You sighed before forcing your eyes onto his for a second just to look away again.

“See?” He mumbled, defeated. “I’m sorry if I said something that upset you. I didn’t mean it.”

“So, you didn’t mean you liked girls with experience better than others?” You spat out before you could even think about it more and instantly regretted it.

Noah opened and closed his mouth in confusion. He knew about your previous experiences or lack of experience.

“See that’s exactly why I didn’t want to tell you. It is dumb.” You tried to brush off what had just happened, but Noah shook his head.

“No, no, no. It’s not dumb. I didn’t mean it like that, I-…” He began to explain but you just sighed and rolled your eyes.

“Just stop, Noah.” You mumbled and laid down on your bed. “We should get some sleep. Tomorrow is another stressful day.”

“N-no… I really didn’t mean it like that. I wasn’t even paying attention to Folio. I-… I don’t care about experience, Y/N. I consider myself lucky if anyone gets close to me at the moment. I’m a stressed mess, you know.” Noah rambled out and you noticed that he was nervous. You couldn’t really think about why.

“Oh c’mon. Everyone would consider themselves lucky to sleep with you, Noah. And you fucking know that.” You joked halfheartedly, but then a smile crept onto his face.

“You too?” He asked with a broad smirk on his face.

“Huh?” You huffed as your eyes grew wide.

“I mean… I know you are worried about not having too much experience… I just-…” He swallowed hard. “I could… help with that.”

“You wanna have sex with me?” You bluntly asked your friend and felt your heart almost exploding in your chest.

“I-… You know, we-… I-…” He began to stutter for a second but then he saw how nervous you looked and stopped in his tracks. “So, you wanna have sex with me.”

You felt your cheeks heat up and you swallowed hard. “Uh… I…”

“Forget it, you don’t have to answer th-…” – “Actually, I do.”

Your voice was not more than a whisper while your thoughts were racing. You just blankly confessed that to him, because you were tired. Tired of holding back.

“You are joking, right?” Noah mumbled; his mouth slightly open.

“Oh, come on. As if this comes as a surprise. There are literally people writing fanfiction about you.” You said and ran a hand through your hair in frustration.

“And you know that why?” He exclaimed and smiled lopsidedly.

Your eyebrows rose for a second when you realized what you had said.

When you didn’t answer, he spoke again. “So, you wanna have sex with me?”

“Trust me, with each word coming out of your mouth, the urge is getting less and less.” You answered him and rolled your eyes. His smile faded slightly, and he looked you deep in the eyes.

“Would you feel better if I told you I’ve thought about it, too?” He exclaimed and the tone of his voice shot straight to your core. This didn’t feel real.

“Yeah… Yeah that would help.” You mumbled and swallowed hard, not knowing how to proceed.

A second later, Noah was hovering over your, his face only a couple of inches away from you and you felt how the atmosphere in the room changed.

“You really wanna do this?” He asked you as your hands travelled to the hem of your shirt. You nodded.

“Tell me, you want this.” He almost pleaded with you.

“I want you to fuck me, Noah. For god sake, should I write it down for you?” You whisper-shouted against his lips and with that he giggled quietly before kissing your lips with such force that you realized he wasn’t joking. You grabbed his face and pulled him even closer to you. It felt like you two grasped onto everything. It felt like you were each other’s last meal. Like you were starved for so long, you couldn’t control it anymore.

You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him down towards your core that was only clothed in your underwear, and you could feel how hard he was. You couldn’t help but grind against him. He slightly moaned into your mouth as your tongues danced with each other and you moved your hips again.

“Stop that.” He suddenly groaned against your mouth, and you began to grin. “What if I don’t?”

“Then I’m not going to go easy on you, sweetheart.” He warned you. It didn’t take a second for you to grind against him one more time, while smiling proudly about what a hard time he had with you.

“You’re going to regret that.” He mumbled and grabbed your hips with his hand firmly. This alone almost made you cum. It felt like something in him snapped. His pupils were blown wide with lust and then he was underdressing you. It was like he was ripping you out of your clothes.

When he reached your underwear, he stopped for a second and looked at you for reassurance. It was the last chance for you to tell him, but you didn’t want that. You didn’t want him to stop.

“I trust you.” You breathed out and bucked your hips for a second.

“You don’t even know how long I’ve been waiting for his, Y/n.” He answered you as he slowly slipped down your underwear. He didn’t waste any time after that and only a few kisses later to your stomach, you felt how his tongue moved through your folds. A soft moan escaped your mouth and you arched your hips to possibly get any closer to him.

Your hands found their way in your hair. It wasn’t the first time someone went down on you, but never before had it felt so intense to you.

He pinned your hips down to the bed with one arm and his tongue was devouring you like it was the last thing he would do. The sounds you were making only made him go harder. Then you felt how he added a finger inside of you, quickly followed by another.

“Oh my-… Fuck, Noah.” You gasped and you felt the vibrations of his laugh against your core. You felt a knot building inside of you and you tried to concentrate on anything that would help you not to come instantly.

“I can feel that you’re close.” He mumbled against you and flicked his tongue over your clit while his fingers pumped in and out of you.

You nodded, unable to form clear words without moaning them.

“I know, you can go longer than that, Y/n.” He hummed against you, and you felt like you were going insane.

“God, please.” You cried out, fearing you couldn’t hold it any longer.

His mouth and fingers felt so good, you were sure you couldn’t help yourself much longer. You felt your orgasm built up and then-… He stopped. He pulled away from you, his fingers out of your pussy and you whined at the loss of contact.

He grabbed your face with the hand that had been inside of you just seconds before and looked you in the eyes. “When you come tonight, it’s gonna be on my cock.”

“You know, it’s kind of unfair that I’m laying here completely naked while you’re fully clothed.” You breathed out with a small smile on your face.

“Oh, yeah?” He laughed against your lips before climbing of the bed to get out of his clothes. His eyes never left yours and yours never left his.

He was in nothing but his underwear, his cock hard underneath them and you bit your lip as his hands hooked under the waistband and he slowly slit them off. Your eyes slowly widened at the sight of his member, and you suddenly realized that all of this was real. He looked so perfect. All of him.

“You still okay?” He asked as he crawled back to you.

“Yes.” You breathed out when he was on top of you again. He leaned down to kiss you. You could feel him against your core, his cock moving between your folds as if he belonged there.

“Noah, please.” You moaned out and let your hands roam over his back.

“Yes?” He teased you and rocked his hips once more.

“Don’t be such a tease.” You whined and dragged your fingernails over his back. He let out a soft moan.

“Tell me what you want, Y/n.” Noah exclaimed, and you whined, before rolling your eyes.

“Do that again and I’ll make you regret it.” He breathed out.

“Oh, I’m so scared.” You answered him in a mocking tone and he instantly gave his words truth.

For the second time something snapped inside of him. You let out a small yelp as he flipped you over in a swift motion, your chest hitting the mattress. He grabbed your hips with such force, you were sure he would leave bruises.

“You still wanna continue to be a brat?” He asked you in an almost dangerous tone and you shook your head.

“Fuck, you’re dripping.” He almost moaned and you felt this cock against your ass. He positioned himself behind you, his tip teasing your entrance. His hands wandered over your hips softly and you felt a kiss against your neck. “We can stop anytime.”

“Please, don’t stop.” You breathed out. After that he slowly slid into you, your mouth open in a silent moan as he bottomed out.

“Is that alright?” He asked with a soft tone as you tried to get used to the feeling of him inside of you.

“Yes, everything is perfect.” You moaned out.

When he started to move, you thought you were going to die. In a good way. In a way that made you decide right there and then that when your time has come, this was how you wanted it to end.

“Oh, my f-… Noah.” You whispered out and gripped the sheets beneath you.

His right hand slowly reached to the front of your body and found your clit. He swiftly circled it while rocking into you.

His head was buried in your neck and the room was filled with moans and pants and curse words that were almost illegal to speak out.

“Shit, Y/N.” He whined into your neck. “You feel so good.” His thrust became faster and you were almost certain the bed was going to break if he kept that pace. But you were too far gone to care. You felt that knot in your stomach again and you knew this time you couldn’t contain yourself.

“Come on. Come for me, sweetheart.” He whispered against the back of your head, and you screamed. You screamed load enough that you were sure Jolly in the room underneath to you would hear.

He fucked you through it, his pace only slowing down moments later, right before he pulled out and you felt hot liquid painting your back.

You let yourself fall onto the pillow and he soon collapsed next to you. You turned to face him and could help but smile at him. He reached out to brush a strand of hair out of your face. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, but I’m in desperate need of a shower and I don’t even wanna talk about the lack of sleep we’ll have tomorrow.” You answered him and giggle for a second that caused him to smile.

“It was worth it.” He mumbled before leaning in again.

“Yes… yes it was.” Your lips met in a soft kiss and for a second everything inside of you began to tingle. You knew this was a new chapter for the both of you and that this was only the beginning.

“Let’s shower.” He mumbled before getting up and reaching out to help you up. He slung his arms around you for a second. “Maybe you can tell me about those fanfictions while showering.”

Your eyes widened for a second, before you made your way to the bathroom, followed by a laughing Noah.

“I’ll keep that to myself.” You answered him, before closing the bathroom door behind the two of you.

dividers by @saradika-graphics

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Totally adore your work. Birdie was too good. I have to request anything jealous, pining seb in your style 🥹 pretty, pretty pls, gah

omg please don't enable me like thiiiisss (always enable me like this ily xx) NSFW (18+ onlyyyy)

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"Prewett. Who is that witch over there, at the Minister's table?"

Prewett turned his head over his shoulder. "The one on his left?"

"Don't look right at her," Sebastian grumbled, reaching across the expanse of white linen between Leander and him and pulling his co-worker back to face him by the jacket. The witch glanced up and caught sight of the commotion at the table in front of hers. Her brow furrowed. "Fuck, she's beautiful."

A middle-aged witch seated to his right gave a disapproving "tsk!" and Sebastian rolled his eyes. He couldn't countenance the Ministry holding these infernal luncheons in the poshest London restaurants at all, let alone being forced to attend them and sit amongst people he avoided like the plague in the hallways. His stiff collar, that Anne had insisted on starching for the occasion, dug into the bottom of his chin. Prewett suppressed a chuckle at Sebastian's rudeness.

"That's his daughter, Sallow, didn't you know? There's a fun Sunday evening dinner for you." A shudder passed through Sebastian at the thought of making niceties with the oaf he technically worked for, as the Minister rarely deigned to dirty his fingernails down in the R.C.M.C. and thought its employees less-deserving of Ministry resources than the stiff-necked desk jockies of other departments. But for her...For her, he thought, he could choke down a dry pot roast and smile whenever he needed to. She had resumed her conversation with the woman across from her, and her laughter was sweeter than the perfumed air wafting through the restaurant.

Images of what he'd like to do to her, preferably on top of her father's ostentatious desk, flashed through his mind and he smirked despite himself. He could almost hear her moans, greedy, and feel her claw into his neck. The impropriety of his thoughts sent a guilty flush through him when he stared at the picture-perfect socialite with a smile on her face and a...

Goddamned diamond on her finger.

When she lifted her left hand to fan herself after a particularly joyous peal of laughter, Sebastian's knuckles whitened around his knife. That jealous streak, that'll be the death of you one day, his sister's voice echoed in his head. Pain shot up his temple as he ground his teeth together. She was spoken for? Taken from him as soon as he'd found her?

The man on the other side of her then put his arm around the back of her chair and leaned too close to her, sullying her with his proximity, and whispered something in her ear that made her giggle behind the hand that covered her mouth. The diamond sparkled when the sunlight hit it. Sebastian wasn't listening to a word that Prewett prattled at him. She should be blushing pink like that for him, for him alone, crying out his name as he brought her to the brink of tears as many times as he could with just his tongue.

That should be his diamond on her finger, his thumb running across the back of her hand, his mouth planting deliberate pecks of affection across her cherubic cheeks. He imagined asking her to be his while he fucked her, and she responded with much more enthusiasm than the demure ascent she'd no doubt given to the sap draped over her: Yes, yes, yes!

Her eyes fell on him, and he straightened immediately. He wanted her to find him acceptable, attractive, anything for her to toss a careless smile in his direction. She lingered, just for a moment, regarding him over the top of her glass. Sebastian couldn't have pulled himself away from her gaze if he had tried.

It was probably his imagination; it was growing more and more treacherous by the second, but he could have sworn that he saw her glance to either side to ensure no one was looking then mouth to him,

"Cloakroom. Now."

The words "Excuse me" weren't even out of Sebastian's mouth before he had risen to his feet with a clatter of silver and porcelain and begun making his way towards the mercifully unattended cloakroom.

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Heeey :D requesting if you can, have fun with this ! what if Sebastian during scavenging runs into reader who bored/ nervous started to sing to try and keep calm . And it's like haunting eerie but sweet . For examples the song " ili ili tulog anay " by Jakegatemusic mostly the woman singing.

The rest of the story up to you :3

Tags: GN!reader, can be interpreted as established relationship or platonic

Words: 1k

Sebastian Solace was no stranger to silence. In the depths of the facility, where the cold steel walls pressed in and the air was heavy with the stench of decay, silence was a constant companion. It followed him like a shadow as he scavenged through the ruins, searching for anything useful to bring back. Sometimes it was broken only by the faint hum of the facility’s failing lights or the distant groan of shifting metal, but more often than not, it was oppressive and thick, the kind of quiet that felt alive in its stillness.

He liked it that way. The quiet allowed him to think, to focus, to keep his mind sharp while he moved from room to room, scavenging in the darkness. Silence was familiar. Comforting.

But today, as he moved through the halls, something was different.

A sound—soft, distant, but unmistakable—reached his ears. It was barely there, almost blending with the eerie creaks of the facility, but it was different enough that it made him pause. His hand hovered near his weapon, eyes narrowing as he strained to hear it again. His senses were sharp from years of survival, trained to pick up on any anomaly in the soundscape. Yet this wasn’t the metallic clank of a faulty door or the hiss of a steam vent.

It was singing.

Haunting, delicate, and just on the edge of his hearing, the voice floated through the corridor like a ghostly angel. The sound wasn’t mournful, but it carried a sadness—an eerie sweetness that made the hairs on the back of his neck rise. Whoever was singing wasn’t trying to be heard. The voice wasn’t loud or confident, but soft, as if it was meant to be kept to themselves.

Sebastian’s sharp instincts told him to move forward cautiously. Singing, in a place like this, where the air was thick with danger, was practically a beacon for trouble. Whoever it was, they were either incredibly brave, incredibly foolish, or too far gone to care. And either way, he couldn’t just ignore it. Not when the sound pulled him like a magnet, filling his mind.

He moved quietly, his movements light on the steel floor, as he followed the voice down the darkened corridor. The melody twisted and turned, echoing through the halls with an eerie beauty. The words were unclear—either nonsense or a language he didn’t recognize—but the tone was clear: this was someone trying to stave off fear, trying to keep calm in the face of the unknown.

As he got closer, the voice became clearer. It was still soft, trembling slightly, as if the singer was trying to keep their nerves in check. There was a lullaby-like quality to it, a rhythm that was soothing despite the unsettling backdrop of the facility’s decay. And finally, as he turned the corner, he saw the source.

There, sitting on the floor with their back against a wall, was you.

You looked tired—worn down by the endless scavenging runs and the constant threat of danger. Your gear was slightly askew, and your hands were clenched tightly around your knees, as if holding yourself together by sheer will. But despite the exhaustion in your posture, your lips continued to move, carrying the haunting melody through the air.

You hadn’t noticed him yet, too lost in your own little world, trying to keep the fear at bay through the song. There was something strangely endearing about it—this small act of defiance in the face of everything crumbling around you. You were singing to yourself, to the darkness, to the silence that loomed just beyond the edges of your fragile calm.

For a moment, Sebastian simply watched, caught off guard by the sight. He had expected many things on this run, but not this. Not you, sitting in the dark and singing like a ghostly lullaby was the only thing keeping you grounded.

The melody swirled in the air, wrapping around him like a strange, comforting blanket. It was beautiful, in a way he hadn’t anticipated—haunting but sweet, eerie but pure. It didn’t belong in a place like this, and yet, that’s what made it so striking.

Finally, you became aware of him. Your eyes flicked up, startled, as your voice cut off mid-note. A brief look of panic crossed your face before recognition set in, and you relaxed, though only slightly.

"Sebastian…" you breathed out, the remnants of the song still lingering in the air between you.

He crossed his arms, leaning against the nearby wall, watching you with an unreadable expression. “You sing when you’re nervous?” His tone was casual, but there was a hint of curiosity beneath it, something softer than his usual gruffness.

You shrugged, your face flushing slightly in embarrassment. “I… yeah. It helps. I didn’t realize you were nearby.”

“I wasn’t far,” he admitted, his gaze still fixed on you. “But you’re lucky nothing else heard you first.”

You let out a shaky laugh, but it lacked any real amusement. “I know. It’s stupid, but… it makes the silence feel less… overwhelming.”

He nodded, not in agreement exactly, but in understanding. He knew all too well how the silence could get to you, how it could play tricks on your mind. And in a place like this, where the walls felt like they were closing in, any little act of defiance felt like a small victory.

For a long moment, neither of you spoke. The eerie quiet returned, but it was different now. It wasn’t as oppressive, not with the memory of your voice still echoing in his mind.

“You have a good voice,” he said after a while, almost as an afterthought. “It suits you.”

You blinked at him, surprised by the compliment. “Thanks,” you murmured, a little taken aback.

Sebastian pushed off the wall, his usual air of stoicism returning. “Come on. Let’s get out of here before you start serenading the entire facility.”

Despite his words, there was no sharpness in his tone. If anything, it was lighter than usual—perhaps even a touch amused. And as you followed him out of the corridor, your steps falling in line with his, you couldn’t help but wonder if he’d actually enjoyed hearing you sing.

Even if he’d never admit it.

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HELLO

I'm in love with ur arvid linblad stories...

Could u please do one where its the first time he brings reader to a race and shes a bit shy and the other guys are teasing him abt it cos they didn't think he could pull someone and then they see how cute they are

+ Heyy I loved ur arvid linblad x reader!!

Could u do one where he is super excited for Silverstone and no one knows why until the weekend where he walks in with his gf and all the prema guys are surprised and then they see how cute they are together. -@romantic-stylezz

Passenger Princess (Arvid Lindblad X Fem! Reader)

Fandom: RPF/F2/F3

Requested: Clearly (HELLO THANK YOU ILY BOTH <3 I hope yall don't mind that I combined these)

Warnings: Aged up Arvid (and Dino, Gabriele, Sebastian, Luke, Laurens, and Tim by association)

POV: Third Person (She/her)

W.C. 1424

Summary: Arvid's friends didn't think he could pull her.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

~~(^@/Arvid’s insta from May 26, 2024)

Every British driver was excited for Silverstone, but Dino was convinced that Arvid was a little over the top. Dino could not figure it out for the life of him, and Arvid did not peg him as the ultra-patriotic type. Dino was going to get to the bottom of it.

When they arrived in the United Kingdom, it was like Arvid disappeared anytime they were not at the track. Dino even tried looking around the hotel for Arvid, but he was just gone. The team didn’t know either. They just assumed he was staying with family.

Media day came around, and Arvid came running into the trailer almost late. He tried his best to sneak in through the back, but Dino caught him immediately.

“So you think that since you’re at your home race, you can sleep in and stay with your family longer?” Dino chuckled as he shoved against Arvid’s shoulder. Dino didn’t notice the blush spreading on Arvid’s cheeks as he continued teasing. “Did you enjoy a calm morning and breakfast with your family? Are they gonna come pick you up after too for supper?”

“Actually, my morning was pretty hectic,” Arvid chuckled as he walked in step with Dino for the track walk. “My alarm didn’t go off, so I didn’t wake up my girlfriend for her test-”

“Woah, don’t get all delusional on me,” Dino joked, “You’ve never mentioned a girlfriend before.”

“No one’s ever asked,” Arvid shrugged as he ran to catch up with his engineer to look over data. Dino didn’t even have a chance to question it. Did he believe it? No. Did he think it was a cheap coverup? Oh yeah, Dino just needed to get to the bottom of it.

They didn’t have a free chance until they were wrapping up after qualifying. Both of them did well, qualifying first (Arvid) and third (Dino). They had just finished up the debrief, and Arvid dipped out faster than any of the team could blink. It wasn’t until Dino went out to the employee parking lot with Gabriele and Sebastian that he saw Arvid still hanging around. Dino was about to run up and scare him, but he noticed Arvid was on the phone. Like a normal group of friends, they all decided to listen in on his call.

“Qualifying was good,” He chuckled as he kicked at a few rocks on the asphalt. He paused for a second before chuckling again, “Yes. I know. Thank you, lovey.” The boys were confused. Who the hell was he talking to? Maybe Arvid wasn’t talking out of his ass about a girlfriend earlier in the week. The trio looked between each other before Arvid started talking again. “Are you almost here? We can go out tonight and celebrate your test…Okay, I’ll let you drive safely for the rest of the way. I have to confront some eavesdroppers. I’ll see you when you get here. I love you.”

Busted, they all thought. 

Arvid hung up the phone with his beloved girlfriend, who he would have rather talked to for eternity, but he also knew his friends would have questions. He can understand why. He never mentioned a girlfriend, nor has he mentioned any interest in a girl. It’s mainly because he always had you, and he never felt the need to say anything. Also, no one asked him about a girlfriend.

Now, he was going to come clean. 

“You can ask now,” Arvid sighed as he turned around and looked straight at the group of three.

“Who, what, when, where, why,” Dino rattled off quickly as he approached Arvid.

“And how!” Sebastian shouted running to catch up with Dino and Arvid, leaving Gabriele to calmly walk over on his own. “I need the tea!”

“Who, her name is Y/n. What, she’s my my girlfriend. When, since 2022. Where and why, I don’t know the questions,” Arvid rattled back quickly as all three boys surrounded him.

“Where you met and why you hid it, obviously,” Gabriele stated in a blatant tone. 

“We grew up together. She was my neighbor for the longest time, and when I left for the Italian F4 championship, she confessed and ended up joining me toward the end of the season. Why I didn’t tell you, you didn’t ask.”

“You two were dating when we were F3 teammates, and I didn’t even know?”

“She confessed first? That’s cute.”

“Why are we just now finding out?”

“Tough luck,” Arvid laughed as he started going through the follow-up questions of his friends. “Yeah, she confessed. Is that a problem?”

“No, it’s just I thought you would have been the one to confess,” Sebastian replied quickly, thinking he offended Arvid. “Sorry.”

“Nah, it’s fine,” Arvid chuckled, “And you’re just now finding out because you decided to listen in on my phone call now. If you would have waited about 12 more hours, you would’ve met her in person.”

“Is this her first race?” Dino asked still in shock.

“No, did you not listen?�� Arvid teased. “She came for the last half of my Italian F4 season in 2022, and a couple of F4 and Euro 4 races in 2023. Whatever ones she could do with her schedule since she was still in secondary school. She was also at the MACAU race in 2023, I forgot about that.”

“So she just didn’t come to your first or second F3 seasons?” Dino didn’t mean to sound so snappy, but he was confused. Just as Arvid was getting ready to reply, a car honking caught all of their attention. The driver rolled down their window, they were met with a random girl except she wasn’t random to Arvid.

“It’s a lot easier to go to European races than it is to go everywhere, especially during my last years of secondary school,” She said with a laugh. “Do you boys need a ride? I’ve got space. It’s not some fancy car, but it gets the job done.”

She wasn’t kidding. Her old Honda Civic looked like it had seen better days, but it still ran, and that’s what mattered. Arvid shook his head dismissively as he walked around to the passenger side.

“Oh, first you say she confessed, and now you’re saying you’re the passenger princess? That’s crazy,” Sebastian teased as he walked up to the door.

“Passenger princess and proud,” Arvid boasted as he immediately took over the music. “Are you guys getting in or not?”

“Hold up, I’m still wrapping my head around this.”

“Dino, either get in the car, and we’ll drop you off at the hotel or we’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Ok, I’m getting in.”

The following day, the talk of the F2 paddock was that Arvid had a girlfriend. Once again, no one believed it. Dino was the one running around telling anyone who would listen, and they definitely thought he was going crazy. Sebastian and Gabriele weren’t making a big deal, so everyone thought Dino was making it up. There was no way Arvid had a girlfriend. He was the type to want to flaunt a girlfriend if he had one, so clearly, he didn’t have one. It wasn’t until the two walked into the paddock that, suddenly, everyone went quiet.

Arvid walked through the scanner in his Red Bull kit and waited for Y/n to scan her pass. It was obvious to everyone that the Prema kit she was wearing was not her own. Once she got through, her hand was in Arvid’s as he led her to the Prema trailer. No one could believe their eyes.

Dino stood off to the side with a couple of drivers as they all watched the two lovers laugh at something before disappearing in the trailer.

“I don’t get it,” Luke cleared the air as he still focused on the now-closed door they went in. “I don’t believe they’re together.”

“Yeah,” Laurens chuckled in agreement. “I don’t see him as the type to pull her.”

“Oh, just wait until you find out the racing driver is a passenger princess,” Dino chuckled off-handedly as he started to walk away.

“You are lying!” Tim shouted after him, wanting to hear more details.

“Nope,” Dino stated with a pop. “I’m not spilling everything. You all thought I was lying about his girlfriend! Why would I give you more tea?”

“Fine, I’ll just ask Sebastian,” Tim shrugged off as he walked off with Laurens and Luke following closely behind him.

“No!” Dino shouted as he ran after them. “Wait for me!”

~~~ Part 2->

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[yan-lorkai]

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/n: Tomorrow is the first day of october, which means that Halloween is near!!!!! Since I wasn't able to make an event last year because I was too busy with college and I'II probably won't have time in the next few months for the same reason, I thought that i could do a little event now. I actually started writing some of these fics way back in june lol. Some of them are rather tame but heed the warnings when reading. Please send requests for the empty days.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Day one: Azul sewing buttons on his darling's eyes

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Day two: Rook scaring his darling

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Day three: Ghost!Idia obsessed with his darling

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Day four: Making a deal with Sebastian

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Day five: Helping Seras with her custome

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Day six: Alucard feeding on his darling

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Day seven: Going trick or treating with Adeuce

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Day eight: Creating bizarre dolls with Undertaker

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Day nine: Epel trapping his darling on his mirror

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Day ten: Matching customes with Leona

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Day eleven: Teaching Ciel how to carve a pumpkin

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Day twelve: Vil doing his darling's make-up

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Day thirteen: Darling playing with Malleus

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Day fourteen: Rollo purifying his darling

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Day fifteen: Siren!Integra claiming her mate

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Day sixteen: Helping Riddle, Cater and Trey decorate the dorm

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Day seventeen: Darling being sacrificed for Deity!Chrollo

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Day eighteen: Crewel telling his darling about the halloween

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Day nineteen: Dancing with Sebek

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Day twenty: Candy eating contest with Sam

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Day twenty one: Genies!Kalim and Jamil trying to deceive you

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Day twenty two: Ghost!Riddle marrying his darling

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Day twenty three: Darling living on Jade's abandoned mansion

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Day twenty four: Hades!Idia making friends with kid!darling

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Day twenty five: Police!darling with slasher!tweels

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Day twenty six: Saying ily to Riddle

- Self aware!tweels going to Darling's home

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Day twenty seven: Darling and Dragon!Malleus

- Vampire!Rook teaching his darling how to hunt

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Day twenty eight: Wanting to match costumes with Jade

- Darling running from home to join Lilia's family

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Day twenty nine: Fae!Jade asking his darling's name

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Day thirty: First year starting a pumpkin farm

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Day thirty one: Cult AU chapter one

[agendabymooner]

sweet spoiled husband (+ son) ! sebastian vettel x ofc (filipino!ofc)

summary: there’s nothing more swoon-worthy than bel ong-vettel’s constant fawning over the retired german driver. AND mick schumacher can be anything. hell, he can also be the vettels’ child for a week as he travels to philippines to visit the couple.

content warning: mick schumacher <3, tweets at the first post, whipped!ofc being in love with seb and their son mick, seb being an afam (iykyk; for my halo halo homies, ily), wealthy and celebrity!ofc

note: i miss philippines. chile anyway, here’s some seb and mick content. p.s. I DO NOT OWN THESE PHOTOS, i got them from pinterest. also, you should see the tweets in full view 💕

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liked by mickschumacher, ginaschumacher, georgerussell63

mickschumacher from what i hear, i wouldn’t want to leave either 😅 liked by belongvettel

belongvettel until the personal space gets invaded hahaha!

user1 god has favourites and its the two of them

user2 god has a favourite and its sebastian vettel

user3 god has a favourite and its their dog hi-ro

georgerussell63 he’s really one-upping toto with all those shirts huh 🤣 liked by belongvettel

belongvettel i swear he never got the idea from toto 😭 it’s the retirement epiphany i suppose

georgerussell63 AH that’s more like it 👌

user4 THAT IS NOT SEB?!

user5 MAAM THAT CLOSET DOES NOT BELONG TO SEBASTIAN

user6 cut the cameras. deadass.

tagged belongvettel

liked by lewishamilton, danielricciardo, landonorris

user1 NAW THEY ACTUALLY TOOK HIM SHOPPING IN THE BAZAARS TOO 😭

user2 they took you to intramuros??? you are their favourite child 🤓

lewishamilton look at those two! so sweet 😍

belongvettel thank you so much for visiting us, mick! you’re more than welcome to stay for as long as you like (unless we live in switzerland, but of course you’re also welcome there) 🫶 liked by mickschumacher

mickschumacher i want more of those coconut shake please

belongvettel consider it done!

user3 i know the whole grid is foaming in the mouth rn after they saw you travel for free 😩

oscarpiastri jealous tbh

landonorris mate spare some schumacher genes, it’s the only way i’ll get noticed

mickschumacher 😘 no, i’d rather be an only child

ginaschumacher 👁️👄👁️

user4 bro forgot he had a sister lmfao 💀

user5 i just know that mick’s gonna be the talk of the grid when he returns from his vacation 😭😭

tagged mickschumacher

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mickschumacher looking forward to it!! liked by belongvettel

georgerussell63 the only time mick got a driver’s seat this season is seen at the last photo hahaha

mickschumacher don’t be jealous i have better shirtless photos than you 😡

user1 FACE OFF?!!! who has better shirtless photos

user2 bel please 😭 you fed us with too much shirtless mick photos

user3 sorry guys i drooled a lil

user4 lMAO NOT GEORGE VIOLATING MICK 😭😭

landonorris mickschumacher did you burn your tongue drinking the first pic too?

mickschumacher no 😅

belongvettel yes 😅

landonorris hi belongvettel can you take me to a trip next??? and oscar??? and max??? and danny???

user5 bel rn: “this is not the kind of charity i do” liked by mickschumacher

[cat3ch1sm]

🪴~ hi, everyone! i hope you’ve all had a lovely day or night. today i give you some black butler headcanons because i haven’t written for it in a little while. enjoy, ily <33

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ fem!reader, street harassment, catcalling, language

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝- 𝐟𝐭. 𝐬𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧, 𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐢, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐚, 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐥

a/n~ i am in no way romanticizing sexual harassment. most of the things i write here in these types of headcanons have happened/been said to me, so i just wanted to make that clear :) thank you <33 also, sorry these are so short, i am tired but i needed to post 😭

sebastian

you two are simply walking down the street, minding your own business as usual- maybe returning from an errand or something. because you’re outside and the weather isnt looking good, you propose that you take a shortcut through a different area. it’s a rougher part of town, but neither of you are fond of the idea of getting caught in the rain, so you take the risk.

you’re probably discussing something fairly mundane when a group of two or three guys spots you from the side of the road. they look dirty and are not at all easy on the eyes. you hear jeering and whistling from the side of the road, along with a few unsolicited comments about how sexy you apparently are. you give them a dirty look but are mostly inclined to ignore them, but Sebastian has other plans.

the butler first moves you to the opposite side of him protectively before marching straight up to the men jeering at you. they stop initially, a little confused, but when they decide Sebastian isn’t too much of a threat, they resume their antics.

“hey, what’re ya doing? you’re blocking our view, bastard.”

“what, are you her boyfriend of something? are ya mad? gonna tell us to stop? not our fault your girl’s a fine piece of ass.”

sebastian literally just stands there and waits for them to finish cackling like middle school boys. then, once they stop, a bit confused as to why Sebastian is still standing there, the butler promptly decks all three of them, knocking them all to the rough ground with three very painful-sounding thuds.

“it’s terribly impolite to verbally assault an innocent woman on the street like that, you know. i would appreciate it greatly if you’d mind your manners next time, yes?”

Sebastian simply leaves the men on the ground to moan and groan at their injuries before rejoining you, who is rendered speechless, in the road.

“this wasn’t a very good shortcut, now was it, my dear? i recommend you make your decisions more wisely next time, rain or not.”

agni

you two are probably just hanging out, on a date or something. you’re walking in the middle of the city, where there are lots of people shopping, selling, just walking, other various things. because of the crowd, you and agni get off the main street and walk behind all the shops and buildings instead for a little more privacy.

while walking behind the buildings, you accidentally stumble and drop your bag. agni politely asks if he can get that for you, but you smile and insist on getting it yourself. you bent over to get your bag and stood back up, which should have been the end of it, but unfortunately you happen to catch the eye of two guys loitering beside one of the buildings you two are in front of.

“i liked it better when you were bent over, sweetheart!”

abruptly, you whirl to face the source of the voice, shocked, your eyes wide. clenching your teeth, you clutch your bag closer and shake your head, starting to walk away in an attempt not to escalate the situation, but agni grabs your hand just before you’re out of his reach. he doesn’t want to bring you any closer to the two men, but agni wants to keep you by his side, so he grasps you around the waist and walks over to them. when he approaches them, his expression is dark, and you can tell how he’s straining to maintain his non-violent ways.

honestly, agni doesn’t really have to say anything to let the guys know that he means business. his threatening aura is overpowering- the cowards are already running for the hills.

“it is a shame that it is so acceptable for these men to treat you like that in England. however- it is clear that they are mere cowards, given that they ran as soon as i approached them. are you doing alright?”

“as long as you are with me, you will never be in harm’s way.”

soma

“hey, baby, your boyfriend don’t look like much- why don’t you come on home with me and i’ll show you a real good time.”

the remark catches you completely off guard. you and soma were on your way back from a cute first date at a quaint coffee shop, which poor soma, trying desperately not to mess up, had planned way too far ahead for just an hour-long date. luckily for him, it had gone well, and you and soma were hitting it off on the walk back to the manor. however, the cheerful little bubble you two were in after officially becoming a couple poles rather abruptly after hearing that comment.

you opted to ignore the offender, and soma simply shot him a dirty look before continuing on your way, protectively wrapping an arm around your shoulder and bringing you closer to him. but the man doesn’t leave you alone.

“hey, babe, why don’t you wanna talk to me? i promise i can be better than that guy you’re with.”

you outright groaned this time, sick of the man hounding you, and soma instantly sensed your annoyance. although he definitely wasn’t fond of the idea of confronting the burly man- who indeed was bigger than soma- he didn’t want to look like a chicken in front of you, and he genuinely didn’t like seeing you upset and vulnerable. so, soma promptly storms up to the man and tries his best to chew him out without wavering.

“hey! you know that it is very rude to catcall a woman like that! you do not even care that she is with a gentleman? you, sir, are a very crass and immature man!”

it really looks better typed out… in reality, soma’s voice is shaky and cracks a lot, and he’s visibly very nervous. like i mentioned, this guy who catcalled you is certainly intimidating. luckily, he isn’t amused by soma and simply waves him off and goes on his way.

grell

“why didn’t he say that to me? what’s wrong with my ass?”

carefully explain to grell that catcalling is not a compliment because she will not know that. even after you explain, she still might take offense☠️☠️

[thisismeracing]

His pretty girl | CL16

Pairing: black!plus size!fem!reader (she/her pron.) x charles leclerc

Warnings: curse words, twitter environment, one hate comment, fluffffff, not proofread etc etc. Minors DNI!

Summary: Fans start to notice Charles around an influencer’s profile and its essy to put two and two together to discover just how in love he is.

an1: This imagine is just a small reminder that you deserve love and appreciation it doesn't matter your size and shape. You are beautiful and you are enough and you don’t need to change a thing to fit in ❤️

a/n2: none of the pictures used are mine, they are all from Pinterest and other apps. everything else is made up by me and I do not give permission for it to be published on a different platform. I would appreciate it if those things could be taken into consideration 💛

my masterlist | my taglist

yourusername

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yourusername 🥂

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yourbestie the prettiest!

user1 WHAT IS CHARLES LECLERC DOING HERE????

countryswift 💖💖💖💖💖💖 I absolutely loved the outfit

randomrain the glasses and hairstyle on point!!

yourusername

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yoursername it is my birthday and I sure am looking like a present 🤌🏾

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ririumbrella happy birthday, yn!!!

goldenhour1990 The yellow dress is everything to me! 😍

lilymhe LOOKING GOOD, BABYYY

charles_leclerc Happy Birthday, pretty girl ❤️

⤷ tripletifosi ARIANA WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE????

⤷ yourusername 😘❤️

charlessainz now thats sus, first he likes, then he comments calling her pretty girl 👁️👄👁️

ferrariwinningstreak Y’all reading too much fanfic, its just a comment, chill

haterrandom Yo did charles leclerc really called a fat girl pretty??? 🤣🤣☠️

⤷ yourusername how is that you know how to bully people online but you dont know how to read?

⤷ rainbowmerc sHE ATE HAHAHAHAH ILY QUEEN

yourusername

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yourusername Proud to announce that my lip gloss will be launching in a couple of months 💘👄 more infos at ynthebrand.com

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francisca.cgomes OMG This color looks fantastic, Yn!!!! 💖

charles_leclerc nice lips

⤷ russelracing I- is he flirting??!

⤷ carlossainz55 not smooth, not smooth at all, charles

monacoprix1 why half of the f1 crew is here?

⤷ lechair16 they are clearly trying to help charles get the girl

user1 where’s the eyeliner from?

⤷ yourusername its from my brand, honey! You can find it at ynthebrand.com, the reference is 163 💕

mercedes44 Yn is so pretty and so kind, I am sorry but Im now a stan

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc 💙 such a pretty view

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charlesleprince you are indeed 😍

pierregasly me and kika are mad we were not invited!

⤷ francisca.cgomes I am not, he’s lying! I was actually pretty happy you took the time to share with her and only her 😌💗

gaslygaslight IS THAT A SOFT LAUNCH I SEE????

winnerwinter I am so glad I am alive to see Charles Leclerc date a plus size black girl 🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾 I wont ever feel sadness again, my life is complete

interlagosf1 You can tag Yn, we know its her

sainzswift I will be personally reporting and trying to delete any hate comments against my new fav couple

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yourusername *insert here that smart remark sebastian vettel made*

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scuderiaferrari Everybody is a ferrari fan ❤️ we are happy to have you, Yn!

⤷ 164455f1 you mean she’s gonna be in the paddock today?!

charles_leclerc woah, you look good in red 😏

summertimecharless Charles Leclerc is so whipped I am loving to see it hahahaha

lilymhe 😍😍😍😍😍😍

user19 She keeps getting prettier

yourusername

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yourusername get yourself a man who gives you flowers just because 💐💗

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taylorandf1 what if I want yours, Yn? 😭

charles_leclerc nice boyfriend this one you have

⤷ yourusername he’s quite the catch, I am glad I gave him a chance 😉

brightsideee Charles giving his gf flowers without a reason is the reason why my bar keeps getting higher

fantasticf1 You just called me single in 7 languages. I don’t know 7 languages, but I know these pics called me single

fan2000 She looks like an angel, I 100% understand Charles, I would do anything for her too

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc life with you is so much better, I am the happiest after you showed up 💛

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carlossainz55 happy for you, Charlito

yourusername I love you ❤️

⤷ charles_leclerc je t’adore ❤️

⤷ fan47 HE ADORES HER AS IN HE WORSHIPS HER 😭😭😭 Im waiting for my turn, God!

taylorsversion22 Its their world, we just living in it

grandprincemonaco charles leclerc official profile is now a yn fan account? I support it

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[captainnameless]

With Seb at the Brazil GP, can I have Charles being a menace (because Seb is there and it’s EXCITING!!) and Seb having to wrangle him into behaving (Lewis can join in too!)

oooooh ily i’ve been itching to write my beloved angel brat.

It’s not totally surprising, Sebastian figures; Charles acting out for attention. It’s been a while since he’s been at a race and with the Senna stuff Seb’s been doing, the interviews, catching up with other drivers and the end of the season in sight but seemingly so far away, Charles didn’t wake up in a sharing mood today, or more specifically, sharing Seb.

It starts at the hotel, when Sebastian leaves before them to get things ready at the track before the drivers arrive and he gets a message from Carlos that’s Charles had been wildly upset Sebastian had already left, he’s sent a pouty picture for proof that Lando is in the background off holding up a peace sign.

Charles is glued to Sebastian’s side inside the Senna helmet, scowling at anyone who talks to him and he can see Lewis try to offer some gentle redirection that’s just met with a bigger scowl.

Charles forgets his gentle hands when they have to line up for the picture, shoves Yuki out of the way and is then immediately escorted away by Carlos after the picture is taken for a reminder about soft hands and a time out to calm down.

Sebastian plans a lunch for the entire grid, renting out a space and Charles seems happy enough being planted in between Lewis and Sebastian until Sebastian starts chatting to the drivers across from them, instead of giving him his undivided attention.

Charles starts tugging on Seb’s sleeve, kicking his feet against the leg of Sebastian’s chair, and impressive pout on his face as he shoves his food around on his plate, stabbing his fork into the chicken pieces and nearly has a meltdown when Lewis takes his fork from him.

“Hey,” Sebastian chastises, gently grabbing Charles’ chin before an actual tantrum ensues. “Do you need a break or can you behave at the table?”

Charles’ pout only deepens, very aware of what a break actually means grumbling out a “Behave.” at Seb’s question and slumping in his chair.

Sebastian offers up his hand so Charles can hold it, play with his fingers and it works for a little while before the younger driver figures out he can totally kick Lando under the table if he slumps down in his chair enough.

It’s Lewis who hoists him up back in his chair when Lando lets out a yelp and points an accusatory finger at Charles, turning to face the younger. “Charles.” He starts, an unimpressed look on his face. “What’s wrong, Poppet? This isn’t like you.”

Charles’ pout reappears, unable to look Lewis in the eye as his eyes go down to his lap, fiddling with his own fingers.

Lewis sighs, gently squeezing Charles’ shoulder. “Come on, sweetheart. You can have a nap in a bit.”

Charles’ face turns to a scowl at the mention of a nap, he doesn’t want to nap, he wants to spend time with Sebastian.

“No nap.” He grumbles, before turning to tug on Sebastian’s sleeve again. “Daddy,” he hisses. “No nap.”

Sebastian’s talking though, and simply holds up a finger to indicate Charles should wait for a second as Sebastian doesn’t even turn to face him.

Charles whines, batting at the hand silencing him into waiting for a response and gives the table a shove of frustration, it’s not much, but it jostles the table enough to knock over his glass of water and Lewis only just in time yanks Charles’ chair back to prevent the drink spilling all over him.

It startles Charles to the point where he bursts into tears immediately and Sebastian wastes little time hoisting Charles out of his seat and into the bathrooms for a little bit of privacy.

Sebastian soothes him gently, bringing the younger driver close to his chest as he gently rubs his back in an effort to calm him down, Charles’ tears slowly decreasing.

“Shh,” Sebastian hums. “What’s got you so worked up sweetheart?”

Charles whines, burying deeper into Sebastian’s chest. “Daddy.”

“Daddy’s right here. Daddy’s been here, but you gotta share me, bud.”

“No.” Charles whines, clamping onto Sebastian a little tighter, pulling a chuckle from Seb.

“No?” He hums softly. “I’ve noticed, had a bit of trouble sharing Daddy today, huh? That’s not very nice though, Charlie.” Sebastian says gently. “I know you’ve missed me, and I missed you. But we gotta share.”

Charles grumbled into Sebastian chest a bit, eventually looking up, sad wet eyes catching Seb’s. “M’sorry.”

“I know,” Sebastian hums, brushing a hand through Charles’ hair. “We’re gonna go to the hotel in a bit, and have a nice nap together, hm? You’ll have me all to yourself.”

It softens Charles’ eyes, his grip loosening a bit. “Yes please.”

[subastian-swallows]

Sebastian x You

Angst — because that’s all I wanna write ATM LMAO

Prompt: Hurt and Loss (I’M SO SORRY LMAO, I SAW A TIKTOK OF SEB SAYING HE USED YOU ALL ALONG AND THIS CAME TO ME ILY)

A fleeting moment. That’s all it was to him. The memories you had once shared, had once suffered in together—now simply vanished into the darkness. It was as if nothing mattered anymore, as if you didn’t matter anymore and nothing was going to change that. Now, Sebastian had attempted not to use you, albeit a poor attempt at that, but the lines blurred much too quickly for him to pull back—to realise and before he knew it, it was simply too late.

“I wish I never met you.”

“You chose this! You acted willingly!”

“I did it for love, Sebastian! You fool!”

“Your first mistake—this was never anything more than me needing help.”

“So, it meant nothing to you? I meant nothing?”

“It meant nothing.”

Sebastian didn’t mean to hurt you. He was honest at first, the core vision of you standing over him in DADA—now etched into his soul. But now, blurred lines and faint whispers of discarded magic, linger in your place, making for a much darker vision of the memories you both shared. You see, Sebastian did find himself captivated by you, the smile you put on, to hide the pain you were carrying—or the way your ears grew bright red, when he reached for your hand.

But, none of that mattered. Not really, because all that mattered was what he needed from you and when you gave it so willingly—well, Sebastian became too greedy. He no longer thought of you as a person, just a means to an end and despite you so eagerly following—like a blindfolded fool, perhaps you always knew. It was more obvious than you wished it to be, knowing well that others saw it and worried for you—but you were in love with him, you still are in love with him.

Sebastian found it too easy. The way you dropped everything for him, it almost got too addicting—like he knew, he had you in the palm of his hand. And he did. You felt drawn to him, in ways you could never understand or explain and he toyed with that feeling—desperate to see how far he could stretch you. And you let him. Because truthfully, you would have done anything for him and you did, destroying your soul in the process. But you had hoped he’d be there to repair it, to mend you back together, as if it was his responsibility—or perhaps, something he’d want to do.

And yet, it never came. The events leading up to this, now a nightmare scarred into your vision, replaying over and over—haunting the darkness, every time you closed your eyes. But, he never came. Sebastian never embraced you—never told you it would be alright, no you see, it was like you meant nothing now. Maybe that’s how it always was going to end, Sebastian simply discarding you—when it was over. You didn’t want to believe it, the memories of his laughter and his smile, now fading into nothing—but you didn’t want to let him go.

You had given too much and he had taken it all. And now, all that was left was the darkness, the scars and the tears—all of which ended up morphing into hatred. Because deep down you did hate Sebastian, but you also loved him—and perhaps that’s what made it worse. The fact that you still loved him, no matter how quickly he discarded you and so you suffered in silence.

Forever.

I’m so sorry????? ANGSTY GOOD MORNING!

[beefromanoff]

Going Under Ch. 35

summary: too much to summarize. just read. read and be happy :)

characters: Bucky Barnes x OC

soundtrack: beyond - Leon Bridges

warnings: fluff, pop star fantasy x love story, set in an AU where the Avengers reunite after Civil War, pre-infinity war, slight angst, hurt/comfort, lonely reader/OC.

author’s note: the long awaited final chapter for this lovely story. as my first fanfic and something I've been writing for over a year, it will always hold a special place in my heart. thank you to everyone who has read and loved it along with me. I hope you love the ending and get all the warm fuzzies.

special thank you to @charmedbysarge and @wasalreadyhere for the love and reviews and making me feel special. ily ily ily. you are the reason I love writing this so much.

let me know what you think and please please please feel free to check out my two other stories! masterlist <3

XO, ENJOY

“Okay, we’re at cruising altitude. Friday, engage autopilot.” Nat let go of the controls and leaned back in her seat. 

“Roger that, Agent Romanoff.” 

“So,” She kicked her feet up on an empty seat beside Steve. “Barnes gets a happy ending after all.” 

“I guess so.” Steve grinned, folding his arms. 

“If he doesn’t self-destruct again.” 

“I think it’s different this time…I mean, with Gianna it’s always been different. But this go ‘round…he knows it.” 

Nat cocked her head. “Different with Gianna how? Because he’s actually showing human emotions for once?”

Chuckling, Steve rubbed the back of his neck. “That too. I just mean when he had relationships, before…it wasn’t like this. He was actually quite the ladies’ man, you know.” 

“So I’ve heard. I still don’t know if you’re just trying to pull one over on me.” She smirked. 

“It’s true, I witnessed it.” He held his hands up innocently. “He was charming and handsome and he knew it. It was almost a game for him.” 

“So he had a little Stark in him?”

“No, not like that. It was a game, but it wasn’t malicious. He was respectful, he genuinely just loved women. I swore he said he was in love with a different girl every week. He would meet them, decide they were the most magnificent girl he’d ever met, and make it his personal mission to make them fall in love with him. Then when they inevitably did, and they always did…he’d end up enamored with another girl.” Steve laughed, remembering. “But the bastard was so charming that no one ever got mad at him. They’d just keep pining after him, hoping he’d come back. I swear he had two dozen women seeing him off when he left for the war.” 

“Damn, ladies’ man indeed.” Nat whistled. 

“But with Gianna…I don’t know. It’s like she’s the first person to be in on it with him. With all the girls back then, it’s like they were someone or something he wanted. With Gianna, it just seems like she’s past his walls, inside him somehow.”

“Gross.” 

“Nat,” Steve rolled his eyes. 

“Sorry. I’m being serious. I promise.” 

“I mean it, it just feels different. I mean, he couldn’t take his eyes off of her today, but that’s not what I’m talking about. When he looked at her, it’s like they were having a whole conversation right in front of us. It’s the first time I’ve felt like I’m on the outside looking in when it comes to Bucky, and you know what?” He looked up at Natasha. “It’s about damn time.”

_____________

The set was abuzz with activity, crew members hustling to and fro, adjusting lights and setting up cameras. The backdrop was a meticulously recreated Hydra base, dark and menacing. It felt almost surreal to Bucky, standing there and reliving some of his darkest memories.

Except this time, he was in control. 

Sebastian Stan stood beside his stunt double, both of them listening intently as Bucky explained the intricacies of the upcoming scene. His voice was steady, authoritative, as he described the tactical maneuvers and the emotional turmoil that should be conveyed.

"You have to remember," Bucky was saying, "this isn't just about the physical fight. It's about the mental battle. Hydra isn't just an enemy; it's a nightmare that's hard to shake off. Every move you make, every punch you throw, it’s like fighting your own demons. You’re not just trying to punch your way out of this base, you’re trying to punch your way out of your own mind, too."

Sebastian nodded, absorbing every word. "Got it. It’s more than just a fight scene. It’s personal."

Out of the corner of his eye, Bucky saw a familiar flash of blonde hair step onto the set. Gianna’s eyes immediately found Bucky, and she couldn't help but smile. He looked so composed, so in control. Yet, a part of her couldn't help but worry about the emotional toll this might be taking on him. It was jarring, even for her, seeing this dark hellhole recreated.

Bucky's face lit up when he saw her. "Gianna!" he called out, waving her over.

She made her way through the maze of equipment, her presence like a ray of sunshine cutting through the dark set. As she reached him, she handed him a cup of coffee from the two in her hands. "Thought you could use a pick-me-up."

Bucky took the cup gratefully, his fingers brushing hers. "You read my mind."

Gianna glanced around the set, her eyes lingering on the menacing chair and restraints in the center. She leaned in, lowering her voice. "Are you okay? I mean, really okay?"

Bucky looked into her eyes, his expression softening. "I am. It’s different now. I’m telling my story on my terms. I’m out, I’m safe, we’ve been working through this in therapy. This doesn’t have power over me anymore."

She nodded, though the concern in her eyes remained. "I just worry. Seeing all this... it just makes me worry for you. I don’t want it to bring back bad things."

Bucky smiled, a genuine, reassuring smile. "I know. But trust me, this is good. It’s like it’s own kind of therapy, in some kind of fucked up way. And besides, I get to see the look on their faces when they get it right."

Gianna laughed softly. "Alright, as long as you're sure."

Bucky squeezed her hand. "I’m sure. And having you here helps. A lot."

Sebastian, who had been respectfully silent as he stood a few feet away, finally spoke up. "He’s pretty good at this consulting thing. Might have a place in Hollywood if saving the world ever gets old.”

“That’s a thought that hadn’t crossed my mind,” Gianna laughed, going over to hug him. “You look…terrifying.” 

“You don’t like the hair?” He joked, turning so she could see the full attire. He was clad in all black tactical gear, black and blue bruises painted on his face. Even the metal arm was uncanny. It was slightly unnerving. 

“I like the hair.” She rolled her eyes.

The director called for a break, allowing Bucky and Gianna a moment of peace. They found a quiet corner on the set, sitting down on a couple of crates.

"How’s your day been?" Bucky asked, taking a sip of his coffee.

"Busy," Gianna replied. "But good. I’m headed to the studio after this, I’ll be out late so don’t rush home. I can grab food on my way back, if you want.” She sipped her coffee, looking around thoughtfully. “You’re really doing it, Buck. You’re facing your past head-on."

Bucky nodded. "Yeah. And it feels... liberating. For so long, I let my past define me. I spent so much time afraid of people finding out about my past. Now, I’m taking control of my story and how it’s told. It feels…good."

Gianna smiled, her heart swelling with pride. "I’m so proud of you."

Bucky leaned in, kissing her softly. "Thank you. For everything."

___________

The studio was a hive of creative energy. Soundboards, guitars, and sheet music were scattered around, creating an organized chaos that only artists could appreciate. Gianna sat at the grand piano, her fingers dancing lazily over the keys as she hummed a new melody. Even several hours in, she looked content and radiant.

Her producer, Jack, was sitting in the control room, going through her latest recordings. He shook his head with a mix of admiration and exasperation. "Gianna, I’ve got to hand it to you, these songs are incredible."

Gianna grinned, looking up from the piano. "Thanks, Jack. I’ve been feeling really inspired lately."

Jack chuckled, walking into the recording area with a stack of lyric sheets in hand. "I can tell. But we’ve got a bit of a problem here."

"What’s that?" she asked, though her smile never faltered.

Jack spread out the lyric sheets on the piano. "You’ve written enough love songs to fill the next three years of your career. We’re going to have a hell of a time picking the track list for the album."

Gianna laughed sheepishly. "I guess I got carried away."

Jack raised an eyebrow. "Carried away? Gianna, you’ve written over thirty songs, and they’re all about the same guy."

"What can I say? He’s my muse." She grinned, toying with the piano again.

Jack sighed, though he couldn’t hide his smile. "Clearly. But we need to be realistic here. We can’t release all of these songs. There’s a limit to these things."

Gianna pretended to think hard, tapping her chin. "Well, I suppose there’s only one solution then."

Jack gave her a wary look. "And what might that be?"

She leaned back, a mischievous glint in her eye. "We’ll just have to do a double album."

Jack groaned, though he was clearly amused. "A double album, huh? You do realize the logistics of that, right? Double the recording time, double the production work, double the promotion?"

Gianna shrugged, still smiling. "Forget the promotion. If it’s good music, and it is, people will listen. Besides, who doesn’t love a good love song?"

Jack shook his head, laughing. "You’re impossible, you know that?"

"That’s why you love me," she teased.

"True," Jack admitted. "But seriously, Gianna, these songs are something special. It’s clear they come from a place of deep emotion. You’ve really poured your heart into this."

Gianna’s expression softened. "I have. I don’t think I could stop writing if I tried. It’s like these love songs are just oozing out of me."

“Okay, that’s a gross visual.” Jack shook his head, his tone more serious. "Well, if we’re going to do this, we’re going to make this album something truly special. It’s your best work yet."

Gianna beamed. “You really think so?” 

“Don’t let it go to your head.” He patted her shoulder. "Let’s get back to work. We’ve got a lot to do if we’re going to make this double album happen."

_____________

Bucky and Gianna were sprawled out on the floor of her luxurious penthouse, surrounded by half-empty takeout boxes. The soft glow of the setting sun filtered through the massive windows, casting a warm, golden light over them. They were relaxed, content, and completely at ease in each other's company. The past two months of their rekindled romance had felt all too natural, both of them slipping into their new routine like it was second nature.

Bucky picked up a spring roll, taking a bite as he leaned back against the couch. "You know, I think I could get used to this."

Gianna laughed, her eyes sparkling. "What, Chinese food and sunsets?"

"That, and spending my evenings with you," he replied, giving her a warm smile.

“You say that every night.” She rolled her eyes, elbowing him in the side.

“I’ll stop saying it when it stops being true.” Blue eyes locked on hers.

She blushed slightly, looking down at her food. "Well, I’m glad you’re here. It’s nice to have someone to share this with. Thai food and the evening." She winked.

Bucky nodded, his gaze turning towards the window. "Speaking of sharing, have you noticed anything different about Steve and Nat lately?"

Gianna raised an eyebrow, a knowing smile creeping across her face. "You mean besides the fact that they’re clearly still pretending they’re not madly in love with each other?"

Bucky chuckled. "Exactly. Do you think they’ll ever stop pretending?"

Gianna shrugged, taking a sip of her drink. "Who knows? They’re both pretty stubborn. They could probably keep this going for decades."

Bucky nodded in agreement. "Yeah, you’re probably right. To be honest, though, I only care about one relationship at this particular moment." He tilted Gianna’s chin up, kissing her softly, slowly. 

“Suddenly, so do I.” Gianna breathed, lips still inches from his.

"Sorry, you were about to tell me something. Don’t let me distract you." he said, giving her a playful wink.

“We can talk about it later,” She leaned in, eyes focused on his mouth. 

“No, no,” Bucky stroked her hair behind her ear. “I want to hear it. We have plenty of time to…not talk later.” 

Gianna grinned. "True. Okay, well you know recording has been going well. Like, incredibly well.” 

Bucky raised an eyebrow. "I wouldn’t expect anything else where you’re involved."

Gianna set her takeout box aside, sitting up a bit straighter. "Well,  you know, the customary thing to happen after an album release is…a tour."

"A tour, huh?” His eyes crinkled in the corners with his smile. “Suddenly I’m having deja vu.” 

"I was wondering... would you be interested in taking another security contract?" She bit her lip, eyes bright. 

Bucky pretended to think about it. “What’s the pay like?” 

“Bucky Barnes!” Gianna smacked him in the arm. 

A slow smile spread across Bucky’s face. "Are you asking me to be your bodyguard again?"

Gianna grinned, her heart racing. "Something like that. What do you say?"

Bucky leaned in, cupping her face in his hands. "I say yes. Hell yes. Fuck yes. A thousand times yes."

She laughed, a sound filled with pure joy. "Really? You don’t mind to go back on the road? I mean, it’ll be fun, but it’s also a lot of work. Well, you remember…it’ll be a long time away from home and–"

He nodded, cutting her off. "Gianna. I’m not away from home when I’m with you. Wherever you go, I’ll be right there with you."

Gianna threw her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. "Thank you, Bucky. You have no idea how much this means to me."

He held her close, his heart swelling with happiness. "I think I do. And I can’t wait to see the world with you."

They sat for a moment, embracing each other in the midst of scattered takeout boxes and golden sun spilling in through the window. 

“One more thing,” Bucky leaned back, looking at her. “I think we need to stay in the same room.” His eyes flicked to her lips and back up. “You know, with the heightened security risk…” 

“Is that your professional opinion?” She tilted her head, angling her lips closer to his. 

“It is my very professional opinion.” 

“Then I guess we’ll have to share a room.”

Gianna fell into a fit of giggles as Bucky pulled her onto his lap, tangling his hand in her hair as he kissed her. 

___________

Eight Months Later

The red carpet was buzzing with excitement as fans and reporters gathered for the premiere of the Winter Soldier movie. The entire team had turned out to support him, creating quite the stir among the attendees and press alike. Bright lights and camera flashes created a dazzling, albeit somewhat overwhelming, atmosphere as the stars made their way down the carpet, stopping for interviews along the way. Some members of the team, a la Natasha and Tony, looked right at home. They smiled and posed for the cameras, soaking up every second of their walk down the carpet. Others, like Wanda and Steve, did their part but didn’t linger. 

Gianna was radiant, her eyes sparkling with excitement and pride as she stood next to Bucky. She wore a stunning floor length silver gown, dripping in crystals, her smile infectious as she spoke to a reporter.

"Gianna! You’re back in New York for the premiere. How does it feel to be here supporting Sergeant Barnes tonight?" the reporter asked.

"Oh, it's incredible! We've been away on tour for a few months now, and it's been amazing, but being back in New York for this special occasion is just... wow. I'm so proud of Bucky. This movie is such a big deal, and getting to be here to support him means absolutely everything to me," Gianna gushed, her voice filled with genuine pride.

"Your tour has been a huge success, to say the least. How have you managed to balance everything with the tour and now coming back for the premiere?" the reporter inquired.

Gianna laughed. "It’s been a bit of a whirlwind, to be honest. But having Bucky with me on tour has made it so much easier. He's my rock. And now, getting to switch roles and be here for him, it feels really special. Plus, it’s a nice break from the road, even if it’s just for a week. We knew in advance when the premiere would fall and scheduled the tour dates around it."

"You mentioned switching roles. How does it feel to be the one supporting him for a change?" the reporter asked, leaning in with interest.

"It feels amazing. Bucky has always been there for me, whether it was at my concerts or during tough times. So being able to stand by his side and cheer him on for something he's worked so hard on is really fulfilling. He’s been through so much, and seeing him share his story with the world is just... I'm getting emotional thinking about it," Gianna admitted, her eyes glistening.

"His story is definitely one that needed to be told. How do you feel about the portrayal of his life and journey in the movie?" the reporter continued.

"I think it’s powerful. The film does a great job of showing his strength, his resilience, and the incredible person he is. I won’t lie, it was difficult to watch in the advanced screenings. This film doesn’t pull any punches, which is something that was very important to Bucky. He didn’t want to tell a watered down version of the story, although it was tempting both for viewers and himself. But it’s not just about the battles he's fought, but the person he's become. I think the world is going to see the Bucky we all know and love, and that’s really special," Gianna replied warmly, gesturing to the team members scattered through the crowd.

"It sounds like you're his biggest fan," the reporter noted with a smile.

"Oh, I definitely am. He’s my hero, in every sense of the word," Gianna said, eyes flicking to Bucky giving an interview a few feet away. Their eyes met, and he instantly let his shoulders down, tension evaporating knowing she was so close.

The reporter wrapped up the interview, thanking her for her time before moving on to the next celebrity on the red carpet. Steve Rogers, looking as composed as ever in his crisp navy suit, was next in line for an interview. The correspondent approached him with enthusiasm.

"Captain Rogers! It's a pleasure to see you here tonight. This is a big night for Sergeant Barnes and everyone involved in the film. How are you feeling about it all?" the reporter asked.

Steve smiled warmly. "I’m incredibly proud of Bucky. He’s been through so much and has come out stronger on the other side. This film is a testament to his resilience and strength, and I think the world is finally going to see the hero he truly is."

"How has it been seeing Bucky’s journey portrayed on the big screen?" the reporter inquired.

"It’s been a mix of emotions, to be honest. Seeing some of the toughest parts of his past was hard, but it was also inspiring to see how far he’s come. The film does a great job of showing the darkest moments of his life and still ending on a hopeful note. I'm excited for people to see that," Steve explained, his voice filled with pride.

"You’ve always been a close friend and supporter of Bucky. What do you hope audiences take away from this film?" the reporter asked.

"I hope they see that no matter what you go through, you can find your way back. It's a story of hope, resilience, and redemption. Bucky is a true hero, and I think this film will show people that anyone can overcome their past and find peace," Steve said, his smile meeting his eyes.

"Thank you, Steve. It's clear how much you care about Bucky," the reporter said with a smile.

"Always," Steve replied, his gaze drifting to where Bucky and Gianna stood, surrounded by well-wishers.

Next up was Sebastian Stan, the actor who had the daunting task of portraying Bucky in the film. He looked confident and practiced as he stepped up for his interview.

"Sebastian! This is such a big night for you. How did you prepare for such a serious and intense role?" the reporter asked.

Sebastian took a deep breath before answering. "It was definitely a challenge, but one I was honored to take on. I spent a lot of time talking to Bucky and understanding his experiences. He was very generous with his time and guidance, we spent a lot of time on set and even more time talking over whiskey. Gianna was also a huge help. She shared so much insight into who he is now and how he's healed. It was important to me to get it right, not just for Bucky, but for everyone who’s gone through something traumatic in their life and had to overcome it."

"That sounds like quite the journey. What was the most challenging part of playing Bucky?" the reporter continued.

"I think the hardest part was portraying the depth of his trauma while also showing his strength and resilience. Bucky's been through so much, but he’s come out the other side stronger. It was important to show that balance – the pain and the healing. And having Bucky and Gianna's guidance really helped make that possible," Sebastian explained, his voice sincere.

"How do you feel about the film's reception so far?"

"I’m thrilled. The response has been amazing, and I’m just grateful that people are connecting with Bucky's story. It’s an important one, and I hope it resonates with everyone who sees it.”

"Thank you, Sebastian. It’s clear you put a lot of heart into this role," the reporter nodded in gratitude.

"Thank you. It’s been an honor to bring Bucky’s story to life," Sebastian replied with a smile.

A few moments later, Bucky was pulled aside for his own interview. He stood tall and composed, fighting the urge to bolt for the nearest exit in the midst of this crowd.

"Sergeant Barnes! This is such a big night for you. How are you feeling?" A petite brunette reporter asked.

"Honestly, it's a mix of excitement and nerves. It's surreal to see this story up on the big screen, but I'm really proud of how it turned out. I never thought it would be something I was comfortable with sharing, especially on this scale, but I think the right team handled it and I couldn’t be more honored. And having Gianna and all my friends here makes it even more special," Bucky said, his smile genuine.

"Speaking of Gianna, she had nothing but praise for you. How has it been having her support throughout this process?" 

"It's been incredible. She's my biggest supporter, and having her by my side means…everything to me. This is her world, and I don’t think I could navigate it without her. She's been my rock through everything, and now getting to share this moment with her is just... I can't put it into words," Bucky replied, glancing at Gianna with a tender look.

"The movie delves into some pretty intense parts of your life. How did you feel revisiting those memories during the making of the film?" the reporter asked with careful tact. 

"It was tough at times, but it was also therapeutic in a way. It was a chance to face those demons and show that they don’t define me. The film is about more than just the bad things that happened to me and to so many others; it's about overcoming and finding peace. And I think that's an important message," Bucky explained, his voice steady as he recited the words he and Gianna had practiced numerous times in hotel rooms and on the tour bus.

"You’ve come a long way, Bucky. What do you hope people take away from this film?" the reporter asked, clearly moved by his words.

"I hope they see that no matter what you go through, you can come out the other side stronger. It's about resilience, about finding your way back to yourself. And I hope it inspires people to keep fighting, no matter what," Bucky said, his words filled with conviction.

"That’s a powerful message. Thank you for sharing your story with the world, Bucky," the reporter said, concluding the interview.

"Thank you for having me. I hope everyone enjoys the film," Bucky replied with a warm smile.

With that, Bucky rejoined Gianna, slipping his arm around her waist as they made their way into the theater. The support and love between them were palpable, and it was clear that no matter what challenges they faced, they would always stand by each other’s side.

___________

"Global Pop Sensation Gianna Cruz Shocks the World by Taking the Stage in Amsterdam with a Diamond on Her Left Hand"

Entertainment Tonight

Gianna Cruz, the global pop sensation, left fans in awe last night during her electrifying performance in Amsterdam. As she took the stage for the encore, a dazzling diamond ring on her left hand caught the light, sparking a frenzy of speculation and excitement among her adoring fans.

The Amsterdam show marked the seventh month of Gianna's highly successful world tour, which has seen sold-out venues across the globe. However, it’s not just her music making headlines – it’s her love life too. Just two months ago, Gianna and her long-time boyfriend, James "Bucky" Barnes, made their first official public appearance as a couple at the star-studded premiere of his biographical movie. Their notoriously low-key relationship has since captured the hearts of fans and media alike since they were first spotted together on Gianna’s previous tour.

Since rumors of their relationship sparked nearly two years ago, Gianna and Bucky have been frequently spotted enjoying simple, everyday moments together. Whether it’s grabbing coffee in casual attire or exploring new cities on tour, the couple's love story has become the epitome of modern celebrity romance. Interestingly, this isn’t the first time they've been photographed in such a manner. Nearly two years ago, during Gianna’s last tour, the couple was first spotted together in a similar coffee shop setting, igniting the initial buzz about their budding relationship.

Despite the public's curiosity, Gianna has yet to make any official statements about her engagement. However, Pepper Potts, a representative for both Gianna’s record label and the Avengers, confirmed the happy news with a succinct but heartfelt statement: "They are both very happy."

Fans of Gianna Cruz and Bucky Barnes couldn’t be more thrilled to see their favorite couple take this next step in their journey together. As Gianna’s tour continues to wow audiences worldwide, it seems love is also in the air, making this tour one for the history books.

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One Year Following the Engagement

Gianna sat in the dressing room of the charming, sunlit chapel, her heart fluttering with anticipation. She wore a delicate silk robe, her hair pinned up in preparation for the intricate style it would soon take. Her longtime makeup artist and friend, Kate, carefully applied Gianna's makeup, her hands steady and precise as ever.

Kate paused for a moment, dipping a brush into a soft pink blush. "Can I tell you a secret?" she asked, her voice gentle and warm.

Gianna glanced at her reflection in the mirror, meeting Kate's eyes. "Of course," she said with a curious smile.

Kate leaned in slightly, as if sharing a cherished memory. "I knew this day would come from the second Bucky joined the tour," she confessed. 

Gianna's smile widened, a blush of her own coloring her cheeks. "Really?"

Kate nodded, her hands continuing their work. "Absolutely. There was something about the way he looked at you, the way you both just... fit. It was like watching two pieces of a puzzle come together."

Gianna felt a rush of emotions, her eyes misting up. "You were right," she said softly. "He's... everything."

Kate smiled, her expression tender. "You deserve every bit of happiness, Gianna. Today is just the beginning."

As Kate finished the final touches, Gianna felt a profound sense of gratitude and love. She reached out and squeezed Kate's hand. "Thank you, Kate. For everything."

Kate squeezed back, her eyes shining. "It's my honor, Gianna. Now, let's set you again, make sure you don’t cry off all this makeup."

Gianna laughed softly, closing her eyes as Kate sprayed her face. The day had finally arrived, and she was ready to walk down the aisle to the man who had captured her heart from the very beginning. They’d chosen a small destination wedding, following the private nature of their relationship. Since neither of them had relationships with their surviving family members, it just made sense. Their closest friends had flown out to Italy the week before for several nights of relaxation, reminiscing, and catching up. Gianna’s tour had concluded the month prior, and since then, she and Bucky had been hunkered down in New York, recovering from the chaos of the past year. 

Now, with Natasha and Wanda off on a mission to mix a batch of “strong but safe” mimosas, Steve and Sam somewhere in a different wing of the villa with Bucky, and the rest of their friends turned family enjoying a day in the small nearby town until the festivities; she couldn’t imagine her heart feeling any more full. 

“Here you go, G.” Natasha slid back into the room, holding a crystal flute out to Gianna. 

“To Ms. Gianna Cruz, for the very last time.” Wanda smiled, holding her own glass up. 

“To Ms. Gianna Cruz.” 

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The reception was set in the lush garden of the Italian villa, with twinkling fairy lights strung overhead, casting a warm glow over the long banquet table where guests were gathered. The air was filled with the scent of blooming flowers and delicious Italian cuisine, and the soft murmur of laughter and conversation created a cozy, intimate atmosphere.

At the head of the table, Gianna and Bucky sat side by side, their hands intertwined, beaming at their friends–their family–who had come to celebrate their special day. The evening was perfect, and as the sun began to set, casting a golden hue over the villa, Steve stood up, tapping his glass to get everyone's attention.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Steve began,  "if I could have your attention for a moment, I'd like to say a few words."

The table quieted, turning their attention to Steve, who smiled at the couple before him. "I've had the privilege of knowing Bucky for most of my life. We've been through a lot together—more than most people could ever imagine. And through all those years, I've seen him at his best and his worst."

Steve paused, his eyes glancing around the table, taking in the faces of their closest friends. "There were times when I wasn't sure we'd ever get Bucky back. So much was taken from him, from all of us, and there were moments when it seemed like the man I knew was lost forever. Even when we finally, finally got him back…I didn’t think he’d ever be whole again."

He turned to Gianna, his expression softening. "But then you came along, Gianna. You brought a light and warmth into his life that none of us ever thought we'd see again. You showed him that it was okay to live, to love, and to be happy."

A few guests dabbed at their eyes, even Sam, though he’d deny it if anyone brought it up. "I remember the first time I saw the two of you together," Steve continued, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "There was something different about Bucky. He was... lighter. He laughed more, smiled more. He was becoming himself again, and it was all because of you, Gianna."

Steve chuckled softly, shaking his head. "I still can't believe Bucky, the guy who didn’t know what Spotify was until last year, fell for a pop star. But then again, who wouldn't? You're so talented, Gianna, but more than that… you’re kind, genuine, and you have this amazing ability to make everyone around you feel special. You brought out the best in Bucky, and for that, I'll always be grateful. As for you, Buck, don’t do anything stupid to mess this up. Again.” A chorus of laughter sounded around the table as Bucky grinned, hanging his head in mock shame.

He raised his glass, looking at Bucky and Gianna with a mixture of pride and affection. "To Bucky and Gianna. May your life together be filled with as much love and happiness as you've brought to each other. And may you continue to bring out the best in one another, every single day."

The guests raised their glasses, echoing Steve's toast. "To Bucky and Gianna!"

As Steve sat down, Bucky stood, squeezing Gianna’s hand. "Thank you, Steve," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "And thank you, everyone, for being here to celebrate with us.” He raised his glass again. “To family."

The guests cheered, and the reception continued with laughter, way too much pasta, and the clinking of glasses as toast after toast was made. Gianna and Bucky were surrounded by love, and as they looked around at their small crowd, they knew this was just the beginning.

They dined, drank, and danced. After several hours, the table had been abandoned with suit jackets thrown over the back of seats and heels forgotten beneath chairs. The music and laughter floated off the patio and into the twinkling night sky.

As the reception continued, the energy in the garden reached a peak. The music slowed to a gentle tune, signaling the traditional bouquet and garter toss. Gianna stood at one end of the garden, bouquet in hand, while Bucky, grinning from ear to ear, stood at the other, holding the garter. Bucky’s tie was loose, his top few buttons undone and sleeves rolled up. Gianna’s bare feet sat on the cobblestones.

"Alright, ladies!" Gianna called out, turning her back to the small crowd of female guests, Natasha, Kate, Wanda, Madison, and Pepper. "Let's see who’s next!"

The women gathered behind her, laughing and jostling playfully, while the men formed a similar group behind Bucky, ready for the garter toss.

"On three!" Gianna shouted, her voice full of anticipation. "One... Two... Three!"

She tossed the bouquet high into the air, its arc lit beautifully by the string lights overhead. At the same time, Bucky launched the garter with a perfect aim. Both items flew through the air, and just as they began their descent, something strange happened.

As if choreographed, the crowd of guests simultaneously stepped back, leaving only Steve and Nat standing alone in the center. Steve's eyes widened in surprise, and Nat's expression shifted from curiosity to amusement.

"What the—?" Steve started, glancing around at the now grinning guests.

Nat flipped a playful finger in the direction of Gianna and Bucky, who were laughing hysterically. Before either Steve or Nat could react further, the bouquet landed squarely in Nat's hands, and the garter fell into Steve's outstretched hand.

The garden erupted in cheers and applause. "Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!" the crowd chanted, clapping and whistling.

Steve's face turned a deep shade of crimson, and he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. Nat, on the other hand, couldn't help but smirk at the orchestrated setup. She rolled her eyes playfully, holding the bouquet up as if it were a trophy.

Bucky, catching the eye of his old friend, gave Steve a conspiratorial wink. "About time, don't you think?"

Nat laughed, shaking her head, and then turned to Steve. "Well, Captain, looks like the universe is trying to tell us something."

Steve chuckled, his embarrassment giving way to a warm smile. "I guess so."

The crowd's cheering grew louder, urging them on. Nat handed the bouquet to Wanda and then grabbed Steve by the collar, pulling him in for a dramatic kiss. The guests roared with approval, clapping and hooting as the couple shared a passionate moment.

Gianna and Bucky beamed, grinning so hard their cheeks hurt. "Best idea ever," Gianna whispered to Bucky.

"Absolutely," he agreed, wrapping his arm around her waist. "Here’s to more happy endings."

As Steve and Nat finally broke their kiss, they turned to their friends, blushing but smiling. The night continued with even more celebration, the love and joy in the air palpable as the wedding festivities carried on, cementing memories that would last a lifetime.

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First Look at Intimate Italian Wedding Between Gianna Cruz and Bucky Barnes

People Magazine

Photos of the picturesque wedding in Tuscany have emerged, showcasing the happy couple surrounded by star-studded group of close friends.

Gianna Cruz-Barnes' World Tour Smashes Grossing Records

Billboard

Gianna Cruz-Barnes’ world tour has shattered grossing records in every city, proving her global appeal as a pop sensation.

‘The Winter Soldier’ James ‘Bucky’ Barnes Biopic Sweeps the Oscars

Variety

"The Winter Soldier," the biopic chronicling the life of Bucky Barnes, wins big at the Oscars with accolades for Best Picture, Best Leading Actor, and Best Screenplay, among others.

Surprise Again! Gianna Cruz Announces Birth of Their First Child

Entertainment Tonight

Gianna Cruz-Barnes and husband Bucky Barnes welcome their first child, just shy of their first wedding anniversary. Fans await news of the baby's name after Gianna shares an adorable snapshot.

Rare Public Appearance of the Cruz-Barnes Trio

New York Times

Gianna and Bucky Barnes, along with their daughter, attend the Stark Foundation ribbon-cutting ceremony alongside Captain Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff.

Baby Watch? Cruz-Barnes Clan Spotted in Brooklyn

TMZ

Gianna Cruz sports an adorable baby bump while Bucky Barnes holds their nearly three-year-old daughter, Ava, during a casual outing in Brooklyn.

Gianna Cruz Celebrates Five-Year Anniversary of Her Iconic Album

Rolling Stone

Gianna Cruz reflects on the impact of her record-breaking album, "Blooming" as fans celebrate its five-year anniversary with a special re-release. The extended edition of the album will feature acoustic versions of fan favorite songs, as well as a few never before heard tracks that follow the titling theme of springtime coming after a long winter. 

Gianna Cruz Launches Philanthropic Initiative with the Stark Foundation

Forbes

Gianna Cruz partners with the Stark Foundation to launch a philanthropic initiative aimed at supporting orphans, children in foster care, and underprivileged communities worldwide.

Gianna Cruz and Bucky Barnes Celebrate Their Tenth Anniversary

People Magazine

Gianna Cruz and Bucky Barnes mark a decade of love and partnership by returning to Tuscany for a private celebration surrounded by friends and family.

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July 4th

The Compound was alive with the spirited buzz of laughter and playful chatter. It looked like a scene out of a wholesome, all-American movie. The aroma of barbecue wafted through the air, mingling with the joyful squeals of children running around the lawn near the dock. Tables adorned with red, white, and blue decorations were set with an array of way too many food dishes, while a large banner proclaimed, "Happy Birthday, Cap!" in bold letters.

Under the shade of a sprawling oak tree, a group of adults gathered around a grill, flipping burgers and hot dogs. Tony, with his arm draped affectionately around Pepper, was engrossed in a lively discussion with Sam and his girlfriend. Nearby, Wanda and Peter playfully chased after a giggling group of children, their faces lit up with delight.

At the heart of the celebration, Gianna and Bucky watched over their two children, Ava Kate and James Grant. Ava was the spitting image of her mother with her blond curly hair and green eyes, but sported her father’s mischievous grin. She was engaged in a game of tag with Tony and Pepper's daughter, Morgan. James had his father's piercing blue eyes and dark hair, but Gianna’s contagious smile. He toddled around with a toy version of the famous Captain America’s shield, occasionally throwing curious glances at the older children.

As the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting a warm glow over the gathering, Steve and Bucky found a quiet moment together at the end of the dock. They watched fondly as Ava and Morgan giggled together with three other girls, their laughter still the most beautiful sound either man had ever heard.

Steve turned to Bucky, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Can you believe this, Buck?" he murmured, his eyes scanning the scene before them.

Bucky followed his gaze, his expression tender. "Never in a million years," he replied quietly. "I never thought we'd have all this."

“Even before the war, I never thought you’d settle down.” he teased, nudging Bucky playfully with his elbow.

“Yeah, well, you never were a good betting man.” Bucky grinned, sipping his beer. 

“That is true.” Steve chuckled softly. "That’s one bet I’m glad I would have lost. We are painfully outnumbered by girls, though." 

Bucky chuckled, shaking his head. "You got that right. But I hear Nat's still pushing for more," he added, his voice filled with affection as he glanced over at Natasha, who was engrossed in conversation with Gianna.

Steve's gaze softened as he watched Natasha, his lifelong friend and now wife, watching their adopted daughters. "Can't say no to her," he replied with a fond smile.

Bucky nodded knowingly. "Wouldn't want to," he admitted, his eyes returning to Gianna.

The two friends stood in companionable silence for a moment, soaking in the scene of their friends and children playing out before them.

"Hey, dads!" Gianna called out, waving them over with a warm smile. "Come join us for cake!"

Steve and Bucky exchanged a knowing glance before heading over to join their wives and friends. As they approached the group, the crowd of children was shushed to a controlled level. Natasha and Gianna stood side by side, their voices blending in harmony as they led the group in singing "Happy Birthday" to Steve.

Amidst the laughter and cheers that followed, Steve caught Bucky's eye once more, a silent acknowledgment passing between them. They had found their place in the world, surrounded by family and friends who loved them unconditionally. And as Steve blew out the candles on his cake, he made a silent wish, knowing that his heart was already full.

“Uncle Steve, will you tell us another story about my dad?” Ava’s small voice accompanied a tug on his shirt. Steve raised an eyebrow at her. 

“You want to hear another story?” 

“Yes!” She beamed, her teeth still stained blue from the cake. 

“Alright, alright.” He pretended to sigh, pulling her onto his lap. “Which one do you want to hear?” 

“Tell the one about the fair when Uncle Bucky threw up!” Steve’s oldest daughter chimed in, her russian accent thick but fading with her time in America. A chorus of cheers sounded from the kids around the table, eagerly plopping to sit on the dock at his feet. 

“Fine.” Steve grinned, winking at Bucky. “That’s my favorite one anyways.” 

[crushribbons]

Sooooo, I have to know. In the birdie-verse. Who were MC's two other relationships and how did our dear Sebastian fare during those trying times? xD

I'm sorry for bugging youuu, I have been re reading birdie and I need to know ahhh you're the best and I hope your day has been the best too xx

OOH GOD YOU WIN THE CLOSE READING REWARD MY DEAR i had TOTALLY forgotten about that!! 😭 and you could never bug meee ily 🥰 EXCELLENT QUESTION.....

so as i'm going back to Ye Olde Birdie Masterdoc, i got stuck on this:

this and the revelation that she's had other relationships both come from Seb's POV...hmm....

i think someone built up a little flirting between friends (bc if you don't flirt w your friends, you're not living) into "relationships" that never actually existed, and i think he went into full distress mode every time!!! perhaps Gar gave her a little peck on nye, and Poppy left for a daytrip arm in arm with her, and Seb's vision just goes sick with jealousy :( and he's ranting to Ominis about how that Weasley oaf gets whatever he wants because his aunt's a professor (Omi points out that this is utterly preposterous but Seb still has yet to take a breath at this point in the rant). We know our little birdie likes to make things up in his head, after all :/

one day, after they've been living together for the better part of a year, she mentions Weasley in passing and Seb makes a very bitter remark under his breath....she thinks he's ridiculous but decides in the end that fucking the stupid idea out of his head is the best and easiest course of action 🤍

[cable-knit-sweater]

Maya, I am just going insane from the Seb content this weekend. I had NO IDEA how much we'd be fed without any notice! 😩😩😩 What is he doing to us???? Walking around looking like that and that man is 100% feeling himself.

I love when he's strutting around and being an absolute menace to society. I feel like we were so unprepared for this prime beefsteak to attack us like this.

And it got me thinking that if we're so affected by it, then how does Chris react to seeing Sebastian walking around like that???

Subby Sebastian is one thing, but subby Chris? Seeing the photos and videos of Sebastian going about town and showing off his arms, his body, his hair, his waist and broad shoulders like that??? Seeing that confidence all over Sebastian's face and in the way he struts? I think he'd be completely gone. Needy and and just ready to obey whatever Sebastian asks him to do. No, demands him to do.

What are your thoughts????

Also ily 💖💖💖

TEJJJJJJ 💕💕

I was SO unprepared for the ATTACK on our sanity this weekend 😭😭 It was just so much, he looked SO good, and like you said, like he was really feeling himself. I cannot believe he’s just out there looking like this, strutting around like this. SUCH a slut 😫😫

Usually it’s only Chris that makes me…aggressively horny, or the two of them combined lol, but in this case?? I’m losing my fucking mind. He’s…he’s so hot.

And when he talks, he’s still baby, still a cutie, like always. But there’s this extra swagger to him, this… I don’t even know how to describe it.

And I think Chris, when he sees this, has the same reaction as me: FUCK ME.

Only in Chris’s case, the first thought is FUCK ME, as in “woah.” And the second thought is “FUCK ME.” as in - “you better be on the next flight home and fuck me.”

In my head, Chris usually tops. Even if they switch, Chris is still the more dominant of the two. He’ll tell Sebastian what to do, will make Sebastian fuck him until Seb’s thighs tremble and he desperately needs to come, and then Chris makes him hold off still, not allowing him to come until Chris has gotten what he wanted. Or he’ll tease him, rile him up a little, ask him “‘s that all you got sweetheart?”

But sometimes, sometimes, Chris wants something else. There’s literally nothing hotter to him than Sebastian feeling good about himself, feeling himself. When Sebastian is feeling especially good about himself, like he clearly is now, it can go one of two ways.

Chris will become so fucking feral, needing to have Sebastian underneath him so he can have his way with him, wanting to devour him alive. All he can think is: Mine.

Or, sometimes - and I HAVE to believe that’s the case right now - he wants to be devoured himself. Sebastian is looking so good, so strong. He’s walking around with all this confidence, smirking at everyone knowing what he’s doing to them. What he’s doing to Chris. It makes Chris feel a little weak-kneed, if he’s honest with himself.

Sebastian looks tanned, toned, like a fucking star. The way the white tank top he’s wearing in those photos clings to his chest, and the way those slacks frame his narrow waist, make Chris let out a high pitched noise when he sees them. His long, shiny brown hair would be the perfect length to hold onto as he fucks Sebastian. But that’s not what he wants. Not right now.

Maybe he comes across a little needy, a little desperate, but he doesn’t give a fuck. He texts Sebastian, “please tell me you’re coming home. I need you. Want you.” He needs to be held down, be fucked by this Sebastian, the one who looks like he owns every damn room he walks into, the one that looks like a fucking European prince, yesterday.

And when Sebastian does get home, way too many hours later - in which the tension and need inside of Chris just builds and builds - it takes everything in Chris to not just jump him when he walks through the door. Or, something he rarely feels in this way, to drop to his knees.

He lets Sebastian shower first though, insists he eat something, take a nap. But his boyfriend isn’t stupid. They’ve been together too long for him to not know what’s up.

So Sebastian says he doesn’t need a nap, voice knowing. He raises an eyebrow at Chris as he advances on him, and just a look between them is enough to know that they’re on the same page.

Chris doesn’t mind a little manhandling. At all. The fact that right now, Sebastian is so beefy and strong, while Chris has slimmed down a little - not having to work out so much because he’s not working on anything soon - makes it so much better. He’s a little in awe of the fact that Sebastian can manhandle him. And he does it just right.

He pushes Chris against the wall, kissing him heatedly. Strong arms keep him pinned to the wall, and Chris just melts. He doesn’t have to think - Sebastian will tell him where they go from here. “Shit, sweetheart-“ he breathes out in between searing hot kisses, “look- look so good, fuck.”

Sebastian just smirks at him, and it does things to Chris, something stirring in his belly, all his blood rushing south.

He lets himself be dragged to their bedroom, lets Sebastian take his clothes off, lets himself get pushed down onto the bed. As Sebastian crawls over him, muscles on his back rippling, arms bulging, he teases him a little about how needy and desperate Chris is.

“You okay there honey? He drawls, “God sweetheart, you’re drooling.”

“Fuck.” Chris curses. He might be. He cannot be blamed. He’s not okay - the fact that the confidence just pores out of Sebastian right now, makes it so much fucking worse.

“Hmmm,” Sebastian runs his hands over Chris’s chest, over his sensitive nipples, and he just keens, being pressed back against the mattress by the weight of Sebastian’s hands on his shoulders and his ass on his thighs.

“P-please, fuck, Seb baby you-you look so fucking good, I-I need-“ he babbles, already starting to lose it. It was bad enough in the photos. Seeing Sebastian like this for himself is…overwhelming.

“Shhhh, I will, I know what you need honey,” Sebastian says as he lifts Chris’s hands from where they’ve automatically wrapped themselves around Sebastian’s waist, pressing them back against the headboard. “Don’t move.”

Chris couldn’t move if he wanted to, pinned down by Sebastian’s thighs and the heated stare he gets from those gorgeous grey-blue eyes.

Sebastian’s weight lifts off him then, and he can’t keep in a whine, wanting him close. Sebastian doesn’t go far - just grabs the lube from their bedside table. “Turn around honey,” he says as crawls back onto the bed.

Chris has never gotten on all fours quicker. He feels almost like he’s going a little stupid, the way Sebastian gets sometimes when Chris fucks him, and they haven’t even done anything. He’s just…he’s weak, for Sebastian in general, but especially for Sebastian like this.

I love you tooooo 💕💕💕 sorry for how long this got, my thoughts ran away from me (and I have more thoughts but this is it for now)

[sallownights]

miss americana and the heartbreak prince

word count: 3.2k

CW: fluff, pining, leander prewett, sexual scenes?, ilvermorny mention lol

A/N: sorry i literally disappeared LMAO, i had the worst writer's block ever. made me want to cry. lol. anyways, hope im back. i hope my brain works. lol. plz send requests so i don't have to think about what to write next. ily. kisses <3. my girlfriend proofread this 😐

pairing: sebastian sallow x female!Y/N

The move from America to London wasn’t entirely awful. Moving my portkey wasn’t entirely what Y/N had in mind when she found out she was going to Hogwarts. 

Moving from Massachusetts to London was certainly different. It certainly wasn’t something that Y/N minded. She missed her friends back at Ilvermorny but she was excited to start school at Hogwarts. Especially since her uncle was a professor there. 

“Uncle Eleazar,” Y/N walked into her uncle’s office. His classroom was beautiful with trinkets around the place, his office the same way. It was full of different things Miriam and him had bought together or collected. 

“Y/N,” Professor Fig smiled, he stood and hugged his niece. His embrace was as warm as a summer day. “How have you been settling in? Are you excited to be sorted tonight?”

“Yeah, but we both know where I’m going to be sorted.” They both nodded and said,

“Slytherin.” The pair laughed softly. 

“Thunderbirds are just too similar. There’s no way that’s not what I’m getting sorted into.” Y/N smiles. She was wearing her old Thunderbird robes that looked fairly similar to Ravenclaw if someone wasn’t paying attention. Fig nodded. 

“Nothing wrong with Slytherin. There’s some talented wizards in there. Did you have a chance to explore the castle yet or were you just talking with Professor Weasley this whole time?” Y/N smiles brightly at the mention of Professor Weasley. 

“Her and I had some tea and discussed what I would be learning here this year and the difference in curriculum. I haven’t had much chance to explore yet.” Fig nods and walks out his office. 

“C’mon, I can show you around before the ceremony tonight.” Y/N followed behind her uncle. Walking around the school was like walking into a fantasy book for Y/N. It wasn’t too different from Ilvermorny but the history was clear. It was palpable. 

“So did you decide if you were to be sorted in front of everyone or in private?” Fig broke the silence as they walk through the Viaduct Courtyard. 

“I was thinking private. I’m not wanting to take away from the first years. The sorting ceremony from my understanding is different than the Ilvermorny one, yes? You get sorted by… a hat?" Y/N's voice was certainly confused. Fig chuckles softly. 

“Yes, the sorting hat. You were sorted by crests?” Y/N nods. 

“Well, that’s one way to do it, I suppose.”

—

Y/N was right. Slytherin. Her uncle was prepared and put some Slytherin robes in her trunk before she moved in earlier. Fig walks Y/N to the Slytherin common room. She hugs her uncle before saying the password and entering the newly revealed doorway. 

She steps in and walks downstairs. The dungeon was cool compared to the heat outside from the summer air. She took a deep breath as she reached the bottom. 

‘This is my year. It’ll be fine.’ Y/N nodded to herself before walking to her dorm room to go to sleep. 

“Hey!” A voice rang out. Y/N whipped her head around to the voice. It was a taller boy, freckles, nice build. He was holding a large tome and was walking over to her. 

“Uh… hello," Y/N said awkwardly. 

“Is there a reason you’re here?” Y/N tilted her head at the boy. 

“I was going to bed.” Her voice was confused but her American accent was clear as day. The boy’s eyes widen. 

“Oh, Merlin. You’re the new transfer. Apologies. I thought you were a Ravenclaw,” the boy stuck his hand out, “Sebastian Sallow.” Y/N shook his hand. 

“Y/N Fig.” She smiles at the boy. His freckled face was blushing, no doubt from the embarrassment of almost harassing a new student. 

“Fig, eh?” Sebastian raised an eyebrow. “You’re related to the professor?” Y/N nodded.

“Uncle.” Sebastian nods. 

“Ah…" There’s an awkward silence between the two before Sebastian speaks up again. 

“Well, let me know if you need help with anything.” Y/N nods. 

“Goodnight, Sebastian.” Y/N turned on her heel, her face heating up from the awkward interaction. 

“Night, Y/N.”

Sebastian dropped his head and walked to his dorm where his best friend is. 

“Ominis, I’m a fool.”

“Well, I’m surprised it took you this long to notice. 

—

Y/N

The next morning, I woke up with a start. ‘New school, new friends, same… same me.’ I go through my new trunk to find where my uncle put Slytherin robes for me. 

I walk out into the common room, seeing my roommates who wave to me and… Sebastian Sallow. He was reading a tome. I was planning on slipping out, but I heard the common room quiet as I walked in. Loud voices turned to whispers and I felt my face burn. I’m not used to this attention. I’m not used to any of this. 

“You alright?” A sudden voice says behind me. I jump at the sound and turn around.

“I’m… yeah, I’m okay.” Sebastian was so tall. Merlin, he had to be at least 6’ 2… and he’s fit. Wait, isn’t that a term for hot? Oh my gods, am I staring at him? What do I say, I’m just looking at him. My face burns. 

“H-How are you?” I try to not make a face at the stuttering words that leave my mouth. Sebastian smirks slightly. God, now he just looks like an asshole… but… but so fine. 

“I’m good. I… wanted to apologize again. For yesterday.” Was he blushing? Oh, I think he is. He has really nice freckles. Oh, Jesus, I’m staring again. 

“It’s okay! It’s alright. I can understand the confusion.” I smile at him. God, I hope I don’t look foolish right now. “Thunderbirds… and… all.” Yep. Foolish. 

“Was that your house at… Ilvermorny?” Sebastian’s voice was so rich. It’s really nice actually. 

“It was! We have different houses based on Native American folklore.” I love my old school. I don’t think I’ll ever stop, but being here now is good. It’s new. I need new. Sebastian has a smirk on his face… did I say too much?

“That’s interesting… is ‘Thunderbird’ like Slytherin then? Cunning, ambitious, and all those other bits?” He took a step closer to me and I felt my face heat up again. I must look like a fucking tomato. So, I just nod.

“Well, I’m sure you’ll fit in great.” Sebastian smiles broadly. It was infectious. No, more than infectious. What’s more than infectious? Viral? Contagious? No, those are just synonyms. 

“Thank you,” I smile back at him. Someone appears from behind him. His eyes were like pearls. They were the most beautiful foggy eyes I’d ever seen. 

“Hello, my apologies for interrupting. I’m Ominis, Ominis Gaunt.”

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Sebastian

Potions class. Not exactly a dreadful subject, but certainly not my favorite. The new transfer was seated next to Garreth, For what reason? Garreth is rather annoying. With his… red hair… stupid jokes… and affinity for explosives, she would be better off sitting next to anyone else. Maybe even me. 

…

… 

She’s rather stunning. She tucks her hair back behind her ears whenever she was focused. Her lips were slightly parted. I bet her lips are so soft. She constantly has chapstick on her. I wonder what flavor she’s using today. Maybe pineapple…

After class, I walk with her to herbology. 

“So, how did your Wiggenweld turn out?” I try to exude confidence when I feel like my heart is thundering out of my chest. I felt like my ribs were cracking under the pressure of the pulse.

“Oh, I think it turned out well. It was something we made back at Ilvermorny, so I had a bit of an edge.” She smiles. God that smile could kill me. Her teeth were perfect. Is that a weird thing to notice?

We walk in silence to herbology. God, she smells so good. Orange? Tangerine? I have no idea. Some kind of citrus. She’s like sunshine. She’s like my sunshine. And my moon. Maybe my stars too. 

Oh Merlín, I sound like a lovesick puppy. She’s just my friend. She’s a pretty cool friend too. Like… sure, she’s really pretty, funny, smart, stunning, talented, and just positively radiant. She’s just a friend though. Yeah. 

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Y/N

“Did you want to go to Tomes & Scrolls?” I looked over at Sebastian. 

“Ha! Like you need to ask.” Sebastian offered his hand to me. He… mmm… he offered his hand. I took it. They were calloused, big… warm. The soft smile that graced my lips was involuntary but not unwelcome. 

Sebastian smiled down at me and squeezed my hand. God, I hate him. These stupid butterflies that fill my stomach. The way his idiotic smile makes his eyes crinkle. His dumb laugh that makes my heart beat faster

Watching his fingers trace the spines of the books. I wonder what it feels like. The soft touch. Am I getting turned on in a bookstore? What the fuck is wrong with me? 

Oh Merlin, am I sweating? I feel like I’m sweating. Can he feel my hand sweating? My hands are so fucking clammy.

“You okay?” Sebastian’s voice broke my thoughts. He could break so much more- what… the fuck am i thinking about.

“O-Of course!” I smiled brightly, in hopes he doesn’t notice the red on my face and ears. He put his hand to my forehead and frowned slightly.

“You sure? You’re a bit flush.” I nodded weakly. His touch sent sparks to every nerve in my body. It always did. Merlin, I hate him so fucking much. Why is he so pretty? why?

“I’m sure! Just a little warm,” I felt my face flare up with embarrassment. Sebastian just nods. I’m glad he doesn’t press, but I know he wants to. 

We continue to shop and walk around Hogsmeade. Every bag I’ve gotten Sebastian has taken from me. He hasn’t let me carry any. 

“Seb, cmon, I can take them. I feel like you’re struggling.” His arms were straining a bit in his jacket. My eyes shoot over to look before going back to his face. I will not be caught staring. Not if it’s the last thing I do. 

“I’m fine, love,” My eyes widened at the pet name. My face got immensely hotter. Is… is he blushing too? No… oh my god, Y/N… say something. 

“O-Okay.” We begin walking back to the castle. The sun was setting, the sky was a beautiful mix of pinks, oranges and yellows. I took a moment to look out. I could feel Sebastian behind me. His cologne was so… stupidly attractive. 

The silence was so comfortable. The night was beginning to cool down and I moved my hands to my arms to warm them. Sebastian was rustling behind me and I felt his jacket get draped over my shoulders. Merlin, if he makes me blush one more time… I will��� do something. Sebastian’s arms wrap around my waist and his head moves to my shoulder. Against my better judgment, I lean against him.

“There’s something just so peaceful about sunsets. Sure, the sun goes away, but it always comes back the next day. Even if we can’t see it. It’s there.” His voice was low and husky in my ear. I couldn’t do anything else but nod. Staring out at the sky, I felt myself getting lost in it. Felt myself get lost in Sebastian. I hold myself in his arms. 

What I would give to freeze this moment. To just… be here with him. Is this foolish? I’ve only known him for three months and I’m already putty in his arms. I feel more helpless than I have in years. 

I feel his hands slide across my stomach to my waist and I turn around before he pulls back fully. 

“Sebastian…” My voice came out quieter than I wanted it to. His eyes were so beautiful, especially in this light. His freckles danced across his face and gave him the boyish charm I’ve grown to adore. 

“Y/N…” I felt him move closer. Our bodies were pressed against one another’s. My heart was practically beating out of my chest. Can he feel it? I lean in and shut my eyes. Oh Merlin, his lips look so soft. 

“Y/N!” Sebastian and I jump back from each other. Amit was waving from a bit away. I put my head in my hands and look back up.

“Amit, hello,” My heart was pounding. I felt like my nerve endings were on fire. I took a small step toward him. 

“Hello! I’m headed to an astronomy table, are either of you wanting to join?” I closed my eyes. I wasn’t upset with Amit. It’s probably a good thing that he stopped us from… kissing. 

“Oh, uhm… no, I’m alright…” I look over at Sebastian. Sebastian shakes his head. “Yeah…. We’re uhm… we’re alight, Amit. Thank you, though.”

Amit nods and walks off. Sebastian and I don’t look at each other as we get my bags and walk back to the castle.

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…

…

Fuck. 

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Sebastian

I was outside watching Y/N and Natty play summoner’s court. Things had been a bit awkward for a while after… uh… you know. 

Leander kept walking by and talking to the girls. Something about him just made my blood boil. I don’t know if it was his bad hair or his even worse personality. Natty and Y/N had parted ways after they finished playing again. I began to stand off the grass, collecting my things. I saw Leander walk up to Y/N. 

‘Mmmm. Interesting.’ My thoughts were already running wild. What if she liked him? What if she liked his shitty hair? Or his bad dueling skills? What if she didn’t want to be around me anymore because she dates him? I shake my head, trying to clear these thoughts from me. 

I try to keep my distance as they talk. I try not to look at them. Y/N is her own person. She can do what she wants… and I’ll be there. I’ll be whatever she needs me to be. Friend, dueling partner… something more. Gods above, I wish to be something more. 

I was snapped out of my thoughts as Leander put his hand on her arm. She moves away from him and Leander steps closer to her. I try to keep my cool, I feel myself moving toward the two.

“There a problem?” I heard my voice. I felt like I wasn’t controlling myself anymore. Y/N is a perfectly capable witch. She’s strong. She’s smart. She’s… stunning. Y/N  can take care of herself, but everything in me was screaming to protect her.

“Nah, Sallow, just having a chat with Y/N.” Leander stepped closer to her and she stepped back again.

“Doesn’t look like she wants to talk.” My voice was low and a bit strained. 

“This doesn’t concern you, Sallow. Her and I are fine.” Leander takes another step toward Y/N before I put myself between them. My hand goes to Leander’s chest, pushing him away.

“Back off, she obviously doesn’t want to talk.” My heart was pounding, I was too nervous about her being hurt. About what he would do to her. 

“Oh? Playing protector? Never took you to stoop so low just to get laid-” Before Prewett can finish his sentence, I throw a punch against his jaw. I watch him stumble backwards and onto his back.

“Leave her alone. She’ll talk to you when she wants.” I was towering over him. There was something almost satisfying about protecting Y/N. She’s capable, sure, but… I want her to feel safe. I turn back to her and check to make sure she’s alright. I know he didn’t do much but… who knows. 

“Are… are you alright, love? Mentally, physically… emotionally?” She nods softly and I hold her face to make sure I didn’t miss anything. Maybe to feel her skin against mine. Maybe both. 

“Seb, I’m okay. Are you?” Her hands moved to mine. I held onto her face softly. I couldn’t bear to think of her being hurt. I nod. 

“I thought… I just… I don’t know. I… I got worried.” She nods. 

“I know, but I can handle myself.” I close my eyes and breathe deeply.

“I know, I just… want to… protect you sometimes.” She nods again and moves my hands from her face. She intertwines our fingers and leads me to the Undercroft. When we get there, she holds my hand softly, examining my knuckle.

“I’m okay, Y/N. Promise.” She sighs softly and stands up straight. Her fingers brush back and forth on my skin. I could feel heat rising through me. She moves closer to me and wraps her arms around me into a hug. I hug her back gently. She’s too precious to me to hurt. 

“Seb?” Her voice was quiet. I could listen to her all day. I don’t care about what, but I would just listen. 

“Yes?” My voice matched her’s. I moved my hands back to her face softly. I ran my thumb softly over her cheek. Her skin was so perfect, so smooth. 

“Why do you want to protect me?” Her voice gets quieter, almost to the point where I can’t hear it. 

“I- well- uhm…” I stutter, the familiar heat rising through me again. “Can I… show you something?” Y/N tilts her head before nodding. I take a deep breath. 

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…

My lips meet hers. Her lips were covered in some kind of chapstick but I didn’t care. I wanted more. Needed more. I held her face softly as we deepened the kiss, my hands moving toward the back of her head. I felt her arms wrap around me as her body gets closer to mine. I moved my hands down her body, savoring every moment. This is all I’ve wanted for so long. For six agonizing months. I hear her gasp softly as my tongue finds hers. 

I don’t know how long we stay there for, in all honesty, I don’t care. I was with her. She was with me. That’s all that mattered. We pull back after what seems like hours. Our breathing heavy from the lack of oxygen. 

“Y/N… I like you. I’ve liked you for so long.” I kiss her cheek gently before moving to her jawline and down her neck. I hear her sigh softly and her hand moves to my hair.

“Seb- I-I like you too.” I smile against her skin before kissing the nape of her neck. I move back to look in her eyes. I kiss her gently.

“So beautiful. You’re mine, yeah?” I murmur against her lips in between kisses. I feel her nod and whisper. 

“All yours. Always been yours.” I smile and kiss her sweetly again. I pull her down onto the lounge and kiss her deeper. I move her hands above her head as I get on top of her. I kiss down her neck and bite softly, eliciting moans from her. 

“I’m… going to go.” Y/N and I flinch as a voice calls out from the gate. 

“Ominis?!”