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Test Drive, Sparda Family Style
Claudia: Please?
Nero: Nope.
Claudia: Please?!
Nero: Sweetie...
Claudia: I promise I'll clean her afterwards!
Nero: That's nice but the answers is still no.
Claudia: Moooom!
Kyrie: It is nice of you to care about Red Queen so much, but the fact of the matter is it's too much for you.
Claudia stomps her little foot on the ground: Nuh-uh, I can swing a sword just fine!
Nero chuckled: Those are training swords meant for you, so you don't lop an arm off. Sorry Clauds but until you're in middle school you can swing Red Queen around to your hearts content.
The silvernette toddler pouted adorably and stomped off to her bedroom in a huff making sure to slam her door for extra measure for how angry she was. Nero smiled but sighed nonetheless, even he wasn't this...actually no, he was as temperamental as his and Kyrie's little gremlin.
Nero: What am I gonna do with her?
Kyrie: Well, you are training her to carry the family torch, so that's more than enough, and you aren't being too rough on her regiment and lessons either.
Nero leaned back in his seat at the kitchen table: But could i be doing more? What if-
Nero: Thanks babe, let's just hope dinner goes normal for on-
He was silenced with her lips meeting his, a chaste kiss broken for his wife to counter his worries.
"Like I told you, you always know what is right, and what is wrong. Claudia's progress to be a Devil Hunter is one of those right things."
Dante: Hey Mini-Verg! How's it shaking with the wife?
*THUD*
"HEY HEEEEY party people!" screamed the Legendary Devil Hunter himself kicking open the front door of the young couple's abode making Kyrie jump, though surprisingly without a box of pizza in hand. Nero simply thought to himself, "why do I even try...?"
Nero: Great until your mug showed up...
Dante just chortled ruffling his nephew's scruffy head: Why the long face bud? Hell the whole place reeks of tension.
Kyrie: Well, we had a little disagreement with our little angel.
Dante: Little Clauds throw a hissy fit?
Nero: No, just didn't want to listen to the truth, and got upset she could't go beat up some trees.
Dante pursed his lips: Imma go talk to her.
Nero: Dante...
Dante: Relaaax!
Kyrie: And how can we trust you?
Dante: I'm her cool uncle she loves?
Nero/Kyrie: More than Vergil?
Dante: ...really not gonna give me this?
The couple finally conceeded and gave Dante a "knock yourself out" kind of gesture, then off he went to his niece.
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Wrapped in her blanket like an angry burrito, Claudia lay on her side fuming over her scuffle with her old man. 'What does he know, anyone can swing a sword! I'll show him-' Her mental rant was cut short when a rhythmic knock came from her door.
Dante: Heya squirt, can I mozy on in?
Claudia: Mm...
Dante lets himself in: Now what's this about Red Queen?
Claudia: Stupid dad won't let me play with it...
Dante: Haha, well now your old man ain't stupid that's for sure, but he's right that his weapon is far above your learnin' curve.
The third generation Sparda seemed to deflate more in her cotton haven, until a comforting pat on her head gave her a jolt back to reality making her turn to her second favorite uncle who was pulling out something wrapped in a burlap sack.
Dante: Now, I went through a lot of trouble getting these bad boys back, went through a couple auctions, black markets, and some circles of Hell to find them. I was plannin' on giving these to ya' on your birthday...but I can't stand to see you down in the dumps.
Sitting up, Claudia took the twin wrapped objects in her lap, carefully pulling it off she was greeted by the sight of two round heads with glowing eyes and a mouth, one red and one blue, attached to twin swords with serrated edges.
Dante: Say hello to Agni and Rudra, your first Devil Arm! One throws fire and the other slings wind!
Claudia: These...THESE LOOK AWESOME!!! Mm-*mouth gets covered*
Dante: Shhhh not so loud kid...! Hehe, take good care of them alright? These bad boys fought with me through all of Temen-ne-gru and kicked the butt of Vergil!
Claudia hugged the demonic swords close with a cheeky grin: I promise!
The devil hunter smiled ruffling his nieces hair before turning to leave, until he stopped and pointed at the swords, "No. Talking. Take care Clauds!"
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Later that night Claudia pulled the Twin Demons out from under her bed, sitting with their heads facing her on her lap once more.
Claudia: Hey, my uncle Dante ain't here no more, you guys can talk...!
Agni/Rudra: ...
Claudia: I promised when I said I'll take good care, so that means I'll treat you guys differently.
Agni: ...is that true?
Rudra: You swear on it?
Claudia almost jumps from their voices: Woah, you guys actually talk...
Agni/Rudra: Indeed, many Devil Arms are capable of speech!
Claudia: That. Is. So fricking cool!
Agni: Cool? Brother, what is "cool?"
Rudra: Well, "cool" means-
Claudia: Yeahyeahyeah, basically means you guys are awesome, so uncle says you guys control fire and wind, if I remember what my science teacher said...wind can make fire stronger?
Rudra: Correct young devil!.
Agni: Strong as we are on our own, together we are a force stronger than nature.
Claudia: ... *smiles deviously* We're going to be the best partners! Oh, and by the way, it's cool if you guys wanna talk with me.
Rudra: Very well!
Agni: As you wish!
[Later that morning...]
Half of the forest behind the house was engulfed in flames, gale force winds blew this way and that, all while the cackling of an eight year old echoes though it all.
Claudia: I AM THE GODDESS OF DESTRUCTION!!!
Kyrie looks at Nero: ...Dante?
Nero: I am going to kill that bastard...
Kyrie: At least she's happy?
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Bit of an unpopular opinion I guess but I don't think Lestat gave two shits about Antoinette even when he did his whole "she will be better suited for our lifestyle" spiel to Louis. Him parroting "my love" back to her in front of Louis was deliberate, he knew Louis was acting in front of him and even 'giving him' what he wanted by referring to him as that previously because they needed him to fall for Louis as the bait. Lestat knew that him and Louis would end regardless of what the outcome was, if Claudia succeeded in her plan to poison him or not. Because Lestat knows that without Claudia, Louis will fall back into his depression and even possible suicide. Antoinette started off as a way for Lestat to make Louis jealous and simply react to Lestat in any way, even if it was annoyance/hate/insecurity, because up until then Louis seemed like he had grown to hate being a vampire and this could by extension mean he had grown to dislike his relationship with Lestat which is directly tied to vampirism, Lestat is his maker and the only other vampire he knows. That's what Antoinette also continued to be whenever we'd see her appear again, a way for Lestat to try and rouse any reaction from Louis because he's still insecure about the depth of Louis' feelings for him. Sam Reid at one point even says that if Louis directly asked him to kill Antoinette, he would have, because for better or worse, Lestat does everything for Louis.
#interview with the vampire#iwtv#lestat de lioncourt#louis x lestat#like I'm seeing so many weird reactions over antoinette when it's plain as day that Lestat#doesn't care about her! all she's used for is to get a rise out of Louis!#whatever Lestat even says about her is in a way connected to that#this doesn't ofc make it in any way right but to see people go all 'oh wow Lestat was gonna take away#Claudia which was the last connection Louis ever had and replace her with Antoinette' lmao if Louis#didn't kill her up until then he most certainly would've killed her afterwards and I'm pretty sure Lestat knew of that#he may not be sure about Louis's love for him but he IS sure that Louis can't go on without Claudia#that's why he stopped her from leaving and forced her in a house she didn't want to be in#Antoinette is not even a person to him; she's just a ruse to make Louis react to him in any way#bc to Lestat Louis reacting towards him even in hate is better than indifference
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the fact that claudia and terry have thus far only been here for one season and yet are arguably the most traumatized couple on the show is really saying something
#esp when their main competition is rayllum good god#who may overtake them in s5 we will have to see#clauderry#arc 2#s4#mine#they need some melk#claudia x terry#tdp#the dragon prince
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anyway i started playing ac brotherhood.
#assassin's creed#its really cool so far i like it#brotherhood spoilers ahead i know all of you have played it but im putting this here for unsuspecting eyes just in case!#i stopped at the part where we move in the studio into the sanctuary#i missed ezio sm#and also claudia footage!!!!!! when i get farther in the game i mayyy be able to write that claudia x courtesan reader for ayame#wow desmond's pronounciation of altair ibn-la'ahad.. 😭#i forgot how bri'ish shaun is like goddamn#why are we casually brushing off the fact that DESMOND SWAM IN A SEWER.#also im starting to like lucy more?? i didnt like her in the other 2 games but she's growing on me#UNCLE MARIO'S DEATH MAKES ME SO SAD EZIO YOU SHOULD HAVE KILLED THE POPE#anyway i finally saw cesare in action. im still gonna bully leo for liking his design but i may just be in denial becuase he's kinda..#also cesare showed a gun and said that ezio's friend fashioned it for him. does that mean that leo betrayed it PLEASE tell me leo was#forced to do it I DONT WANT LEO TO BETRAY EZIO PLEASE
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I'm not looking to start shit so I'm not linking it or anything, but you may have seen a recent anti-dark-content post circulating with a lot of notes making rounds in the x reader sphere and while I have nothing against people posting their feelings in their own private spaces, every time I see these kinds of posts there's a lot of misinformation that gets regurgitated in the reblogs/replies and I saw what looked like a battlezone in the replies, so.
I know posts like that can be very jarring and affects people like my readers, so to combat misinformation/shaming for anyone who saw it, I'm going to share some of my information on combatting fandom puritanism/misogyny/kinkshaming in its most common forms.
The most important fact, if you read nothing else, is this:
Most women have rape fantasies.
62% to be exact. I think the most pervasive myth on this content is that consumers are "weird" for it, when the numbers don't indicate that. You're in the majority!
The vast majority of people who have rape fantasies do not put them into practice in real life. A variety of factors can determine whether or not they do, particularly specific psychiatric disorders. (X)
To specifically address common harmful and pervasive myths:
the "go to therapy!" line
Generally any academic or professional resource will immediately tell you that consuming and engaging in "dark" fantasies is accepted and encouraged by mainstream psychiatry and part of the professional education for psychiatrists. (This also used to be pretty well-known until like the last 5 years or so, not sure why that changed.)
Here are some particularly insightful resources:
1) This article by Dr. David Wahl, in my opinion, hands-down does the best job of simply and thoroughly explaining why these fantasies occur and why couples practice CNC, as well as the fact that they are both harmless, psychologically beneficial to those with them, and not at all correlated to real-life rape.
2) Dr. Claudia Six has some of the best and most thorough material out there on the subject, specifically explaining why this is taught in mainstream academia psychology and how it is incredibly helpful to rape victims (X).
3) Lisa Diamond is a professional who focuses on this subject a lot, and was featured in the documentary "The Dilemma of Desire," in which she specifically focuses on how these fantasies are not correlated to real-life desires. (X)
4) Dr. Casey Lyle has specifically talked a lot on his socials about how fantasies, even in men/the perspective of the offender, do not correlate to actual risk of offending.
5) This article is not by a professional, but from the perspective of a survivor discussing how it is beneficial to survivors.
the "why would you want that?" line
The idea that fictional tastes = what you want to happen to you in real life is actually of misogynistic origin. I don't want to seek out or add links on this one, but if you're really curious, you can research about how the idea that "women read rape fiction, that means they secretly want rape!" was originally a classic "red pill"/MGTOW/4chan talking point that made its way into mainstream dialogue and thus the public mind in the last 15 years or so due to the incel epidemic popularizing those communities.
the "it's only valid for survivors then!" line
On one hand, yes it's very important to acknowledge that trauma victims use it to cope, however I feel that over-emphasizing that gives the impression that non-victims should be excluded from consumption of dark content, so to clarify, it's a very valid means for all women. Many women who have not personally experienced rape still fantasize about it, and that's fine.
The full explanation as to why this is true for many of them would be lengthy (and addressed in the aforementioned Dilemma of Desire documentary), but in the simplest terms, nonconsensual sex is the only context in which patriarchal society permits women to have sex at all without feeling guilt. For many women, particularly those in more heavily misogynistic or religious cultures, these fantasies are appealing because the idea of consensual sex may give them feelings of shame, guilt, "sin," etc. These fantasies allow them to experience the feeling of being desired without guilt of participation.
No society on earth is free of the psychological grip that cultural misogyny has on women, and shaming women for adapting to the conditions they are forced to exist under is as harmful as the misogyny that causes it itself.
ALL women experience a form of psychological trauma inherent to female childhood and female adolescence in a patriarchal world, and that is just as valid as coping with individual traumatic events.
Good resources on the subject of why women have these fantasies and how they are helpful in general:
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The "what you consume will make you do it in real life!" myth
Although the resources above already address this, it's important to establish why this myth is so prevalent and what its origins are.
The idea that consuming media with dark themes leads to or indicates desires to replicate those acts is a residual element of two major events:
1) Puritan revival culture, popularized in the US and UK in the 90s and 2000s (also known as "Satanic Panic"). A major facet of this movement was TV megachurch preachers making money off of exploiting well-meaning but paranoid parents into believing that your child playing Dungeons and Dragons or Pokemon would make them future serial killers and lure them into satanic cults. (X)
2) at the tail end of this, it was cemented in the public mind as a cultural ripple aftershock of the Columbine shooting, where this sentiment became popularized as the general public blamed violent video games like Doom and "dark" music like Marilyn Manson (whose life was temporarily completely upended by the events and took him years to recover/be safe from) for the 1999 shooting. This event had MASSIVE permanent and global effects in all sorts of ways that the public often underestimates the sheer scope of, notably that it solidified, prolonged, and, in the minds of many, "proved" the paranoias of the preexisting Satanic Panic. (X) This established a precedent, leading to virtually any major horrible event being blamed on the perpetrator's media consumption, including murder and sex crimes.
What this myth ignores in the cases it references (the slenderman stabbings, columbine, sasebo slashing, batman shooting, etc) is two crucial facts: that hundreds of millions of people consume the same media with no negative effects (helpful effects even), and that in every single case cited as "evidence" to the claim, the perpetrator had a preexisting psychiatric condition correlated to acts of violence (which usually went ignored, downplayed and even accelerated/worsened by those around them rather than the help they needed).
Sorry for the wall of text, but I feel an ethical obligation to combat this kind of misinformation, and I hope these resources are helpful for those who may be negatively affected by common misunderstandings.
You are not abnormal or wrong for the fictional content you consume or the fantasies you have!
#im very passionate about this because this sort of thing severely affected younger me#and i dont want that for anyone else!#love yall
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really enjoyed both your Barca x teen reader fics, would love another part if you can, particularly with more lucy!
Christmas Guest
A/N: I’ve been wanting to make a Christmas fic, so I thought this would be perfect
Barcelona Femeni x Teen Reader(Mostly a Lucy x teen reader), but some motherly Alexia
Word Count: 1,194
Growing up, Christmas always ended terribly. Always one of your family members getting into a fight with each other to the point where police may have had to be called or your parents yelling at you or each other.
"What do you want for Christmas?" Pina asked, and you looked at her, confused. It's something you were never asked about by anyone. "Nothing," you simply said and went back to changing. Claudia groaned.
"You never want anything; you told me the same thing for your birthday. Come on, anything? A video game? I'll even get you a car," Claudia said, frustrated.
"I don't even have a driver's license," you mumbled to her as you gave her a little smile and walked away to the field. She groaned, and went to rant to Alexia.
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"What are you doing for Christmas?" Lucy questioned you, "Nothing, just sleeping all day." She looked at you, confused. "Are you sure you don't want to go back home with me?"
She knew you had a complicated relationship with your parents, and her family loved you, so you were invited to everything. You've already been invited to four different people's family gatherings.
Ingrid's and Mapi's; they were going to Norway. Fridolina's in Sweden; Keira's, but she was leaving like right when the last game was over; and Alexia's. Alexia said if you didn't decide, then she would drag you to her family.
"I don't want to be a bother." Lucy shook her head. "Kid, my mom has a stocking hung up for you; she's been asking me every day if you're coming. Trust me, you're her favorite child." You smiled a bit at that. "Are you sure?" She nodded, "Okay then," Lucy cheered and jumped up. "We leave in two days," she ran off to brag to everyone you were going with her back to England.
You smiled a bit and focused back on your last practice of the year.
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Right when you got home, Alexia sent you to the dining table. "Alexia, it's Christmas break; I have no homework," you told her as she set down a paper and pen in front of you.
"Nope, you're making a wishlist. I want you to put at least 30 things." "Why 30?" "The whole team needs ideas."
"I don't know what I want," you muttered. "Well, you better think about it. Don't you dare move from that table until you have at least 25 things."
After the 10th thing, Alexia sat next to you and read what you currently had on your list. She did disapprove of some stuff, like all the nerf guns, since you would probably end up shooting someone in the eye.
"So Lucy?" Alexia asked you, "Yeah." Alexia looked a bit happy and a bit worried. Ever since you joined Barca, you've never left Alexia's sight. She even dragged you to her photo shoots.
"Okay, let's start getting you packed then, and please behave; you get more wild around Lucy.”
"I always behave," she gave you a look. "That's not what Leah tells me," you smirked. You still remember the yelling Leah gave you and Lucy when you guys snuck out after curfew to go to a nearby park.
You guys found it funny until the next day, when you had to do extra laps while everyone laughed at you and watched.
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Saturday, 5 a.m.
You groaned as Alexia put a beanie over your head and went through your suitcase again to make sure you had everything. "Your toothbrush?" "My backpack." "Charger?" "Backpack" "phone?" "Pocket," "do you have your headphones? You know you need those on the plane or you get really nervous." "In my backpack."
After more questions, you finally spoke up. "Alexia, we did this last night." "I'm just making sure you have everything," she defended.
"You're such an overbearing mom," Lucy laughed as she picked up your bag to put it in the trunk. Alexia was driving you guys to the airport.
The whole car ride was Alexia telling Lucy what you needed and your usual routine.
Lucy wasn't even listening; she kept reaching over to pinch and give you slaps on the thighs since you were kicking her seat.
The bye was odd; Alexia had some tears in her eyes, and you and Lucy awkwardly glanced at each other. "Lex, I'm only leaving for a week and a half," you told her.
"Nah kid, those are tears of joy," Lucy joked as Alexia gave you a tight hug.
Then she turned to Lucy, "you better bring her back in one piece of Lucia." Lucy smirked as she started dragging you into the airport. "I'm not promising anything."
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"Come on kid, mom is over here." Lucy's mom was waiting outside of her car, smiling softly. You were a bit scared; you knew Lucy's mom already; you guys had met after the Euros. You had also met her brother, niece, and nephew during the World Cup.
As you approached, she was quick to pull the two of you into a huge hug. "Y/N, how have you been?" She rubbed your back and pinched your cheeks.
"I've been good; how have you been?" "I've been amazing, missing my children and grandchildren as always, but I'm just happy we'll all be together again." Lucy smiled as she put the luggage into the car.
"Look, I got you two matching sweaters for Christmas Eve," she said as she held up the sweaters. You took it happily, muttering a 'thank you' and showing it to Lucy, who was smiling at your reaction.
After meeting her dad, Lucy could tell you were their new favorite child. You would sit with her dad and talk about sports, and her mom would teach you how to cook.
Lucy took you around her home and showed you all the places she loved as a kid. You two had also gone last-minute Christmas shopping for everyone.
You guys even spent all day eating ice cream and decorating cookies, something Alexia probably wouldn’t like since she didn’t like when you ate a lot of sugar. Lucy didn’t care, though; she happily dealt with your sugar rush.
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Christmas Day was eventful. You were woken up by her nephew jumping on you.
"Ow," you mumbled and groaned as you heard Lucy's laugh. "Come on kid, don't be a grinch," you sighed as you sat up.
You could hear the kids giggling and shrieking downstairs, and Jorge running around, probably chasing them.
"Carry me," you grinned at her. She rolled her eyes but listened, giving you a piggyback ride to the chaos.
Christmas went perfectly. Lucy's parents went all out with their 'youngest child', who was you, and their grandchildren.
When you got back home, all you could talk about was how great Christmas was. The team just listened and nodded along as they gave you their gifts.
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"It looks like you're going to have a permanent traveling buddy every time you go back home, Bronze,” Mapi joked.
“Mom will disown me if I don't,” Lucy responded, as she watched you chase Pina around, shooting her with the huge nerf mini gun Patri got you.
#woso x reader#woso community#woso#woso fanfics#lucy bronze#alexia putellas#barcelona femeni x reader#barcelona femeni
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Hi, Navi! May I request some headcanons for Felix Chamberlain from I have become the hero’s rival with a transmigrator!reader who just wants her favs to be happy and to have a peaceful life too, but somehow gets the magician’s attention anyway? It would be interesting if one of the original male leads had interest in the transmigrator!reader, though it’s all up to you! :)
Felix Chamberlain X Transmigrator! Reader HCs
▼ You were ECSTATIC to be a transmigrator and that to your special manhwa!! You were definitely gonna help Irene, Claudia and Felix and you really wanted to see Irene and Felix's love bloom in front of your eyes and luckily you were a middle-class person and you applied to be Claudia's playmate or something...
▼ You quickly got close with her and Irene and you three were the ICONIC trio!! and you quickly became friends with Felix as well, you'd help Claudia escape the male leads as much as you could by remembering the manhwa!
▼ And you slowly started developing feelings, before it was for him like a fictional character, but now for real....But you were afraid that after this finished, you'd be thrown back into your real world, so you didn't act on your feelings...
▼ You became very close with them and eventually told them about you being from another world, Irene was VERY happy to learn someone was from her world, and you couldn't bother to explain to her how she was also a part of the manhwa, so you went along with it!
▼ Also Irene was mean to end up with Felix, right? Yeah, it's not like the manhwas you read where you might end up with the character when their love interest is RIGHT THERE! But he seemingly never got close with Irene in a romantic path and neither did Irene...and this confused you...
▼ Felix would love to bond with you by asking you how you used to live, what you used to eat, where you lived, what you looked like...and whom you dated, yes he's jealous of them...don't worry...
▼ And soon you confessed and you started dating, it was such a big thing for Irene and Claudia who had been shipping you two since day 1 and Lerase himself was quite happy as he seemed to have taken a liking to you as well...
▼ He would love to hear stories about how you lived, how things are different in your world and whom you hated and loved and liked or some random stories from childhood...He wanted to know what you are like before you came into his arms in this world.
▼ He would have a portrait of you painted on what you looked like before, and he gets a smaller copy on a page and he sleeps with the smaller portrait beside his bed! He can not get over the fact you looked so cute!
▼ Irene and you would often reminisce on how life was before you came here and how much you miss things from back then, but you both are so utterly grateful to be here and be in love with the Chamberlains...Yes, Irene liked Claudia...
▼ Oh btw, Benjamin took a weird liking for you and Lerase apparently didn't like that....and crushed his skull in his bare hands, of-course you didn't see him crush his skull, but you were there during the aftermath and god in your eyes does Felix look hot covered in blood...
▼ Oh you got Irene and Felix and told them how in the original story, Irene and Felix were meant to be together and how they both....yeah...of-course those two looked a bit grossed out and a felt a bit weird, because first, they don't like each other, they like Claudia and you respectively and they can't honestly see themselves together, no matter what you say or do...and you honestly find it funny and bring it to make the two cringe up and look grossed out...
▼ Claudia loves to hear about the pretty dresses and what women can do and can't do in the modern world and how much people wanted her and Irene to get together and sh's happy to hear that
▼ In all honesty, it's a adventure everyday with the trio and you being with them! Double dates, double couples and quadrouple trouble~
#navi⌗writes⌗#navi⌗answers⌗!!!!!#felix chamberlain x you#felix chamberlain x reader#felix chamberlain#felix x reader#korean manhwa#manhwa couple#manhwa x reader#manhwa recommendation#manwha#manhwa x y/n#manhwa x you#manhwa headcanons#manhwa scenarios#manhwa imagines#manhwa drabbles#i became the hero's rival#i became the hero's rival x reader#manhwa smut#I became the hero's rival#felix chamberlain x y/n#claudia chamberlain#irene amber#i have become the hero's rival x reader#i have become the heroes' rival
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Pairing: Lucien Flores x f!reader
Word Count: 5700+
Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!
Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story.
Notes: I know. We have 2 pictures and a one-sentence movie description. And yet, here I am, being a slut for this man’s characters. @rhoorl, this is for you!
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Great. Another dinner party. I swear my roommate is trying to kill me.
“Come on. It'll be fun, Decaf!”
“You know I hate that nickname, right?”
Claudia chuckles, reaching out to squeeze my arm. “Then stop being so-” she gestures with her free hand “-blah.”
“Ouch.”
Claudia sighs. “You know what I mean. Ever since Dan you just haven’t been..the same.”
I stiffen at the mention of my ex’s name. “He put me through hell, Claudia.”
She nods, placing her hand back on my arm in a placating gesture. “No, of course! He was an asshole! But you shouldn’t stop living your life because of him.”
I pinch the bridge of my nose, exhaling loudly. “I know that. But I just…need some time. And having a dinner party every other weekend is not helping.”
She blows a raspberry with her tongue. “You know you love my parties. Besides, they help you loosen up.”
They don’t. I pretend to drink while my friends get drunk, eventually leaving when the party gets too much to handle. It’s not that they’re mean or anything. I just don’t enjoy being the only sober person in a room full of inebriated people.
“And besides, Marcos specifically requested your famous tiramisu for dessert!” She gives me a pointed look, a smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth.
“I don’t-”
“We can go shopping tonight! Maybe Marcos can come over to uh, help.” She winks at me, and that smirk finally pops up.
“I’ll make the dessert but I’m not going. I mean it this time, Claudia.”
I sigh, looking at my reflection in the mirror as I smooth down my simple black dress. I say no and somehow I always end up going. How does she do that?
The doorbell rings and I hear the faint excited tone of Claudia welcoming someone in. I do one last quick hair check and force a smile on my face, taking a moment to look in the mirror to make sure it doesn’t look too forced before I head downstairs, closing my door behind me.
“Decaf! There you are! Marcos is in the kitchen. Why don’t you help him with the wine he brought?” Claudia turns to put Marcos’s coat and umbrella on the coat stand, Marcos anticipating the rain that’s forecasted to come at some point.
“Wine isn’t really my-”
“There she is!” Marcos pops his head out of the kitchen, flashing me a brilliant smile. “Could you get the wine opener for me?”
Fake smile affixed, I nod. “Sure.” I follow him into the kitchen, turning to glare at Claudia over my shoulder who smiles and gestures towards Marcos before turning back to answer the next knock at the door.
I grab the automatic wine opener from the drawer, Marcos smiling at me as I hold it up. “Thanks so much, D!” Well, at least it was better than Decaf. Even though I knew he knew where the opener was.
“Of course. Do you remember how to work this thing?”
“I think so.” He takes the wine opener from me, gently brushing his fingers against mine in a not so subtle hint of flirting. He affixes the opener on the bottle and presses the button, watching as the electric opener does its thing.
It’s not that I don’t like Marcos. He’s attractive, nice, deep hazel eyes, and obviously likes me. He’s smart too, starting up his own bio med tech company with just an idea and a promise. I could be content with him, I guess. If it wasn’t for this odd feeling at the back of my brain about him, something I could never pinpoint exactly. Even so, I’m just not attracted to him no matter how hard I tried. And I promised myself after Dan that I wouldn’t settle just so I didn’t feel lonely anymore.
“You look beautiful tonight, D. That dress fits you perfectly.”
I smile, knowing it doesn’t quite reach my eyes. “Thanks, Marcos. How’s work? The prototype coming along?”
He smiles and launches into a long winded explanation of what exactly was going on as he follows me around the kitchen, helping me set the food on the table while Claudia pours wine and passes out hors d'oeuvres for the other guests - there are about 12 of us total. He’s cute when he talks so passionately, but again I don’t feel any connection. And the feeling at the back of my brain scratches at me again, but I push it down, putting another smile on my face.
Dinner starts, an appetizer of vegetable soup ladeled into bowls. Claudia is every bit the chef her mother is and more, making even the simplest dishes delectable. When the roast comes, a recipe passed down several generations in her family, another knock raps at the door. Claudia looks around at everyone, mentally counting before looking at me, her eyebrows raised in a are you expecting someone? Question. I shake my head, Claudia starting to push her chair back but I stand, placing my napkin on the side of my plate.
“I got it, Claud.”
Conversations resume behind me as I leave the room, walking down the hall to the front door. A quick glance out of the peephole shows me a man, silky button up shirt with a print of random brushes strokes stretching across his broad shoulders as he puts a cigarette out on the front steps, pushing his shoe into it. I slide the lock back and crack the door open, his eyes snapping up to my face and the air rushes from my lungs when I meet his gaze. Dark brown eyes bore into mine and he cocks his head slightly to the side, smiling slightly. Oh shit is he wearing two chains?
“Good evening, miss.”
Oh shit I hadn’t said a word.
“Oh. Uh, hi. Can I help you?”
He smiles a little wider, tossing his thumb over his shoulder. “My car stalled and my phone is dead. Could I come in and call someone?”
I don’t entirely believe his story, but something in his eyes makes my brain go fuzzy and a warmth I haven’t felt in a long time start between my legs.
“S-sure. Come on in.” I open the door wider and he smiles at me, nodding as he walks past.
“Thanks. I wasn’t sure anyone would be home. Seems a lot of people are away for the weekend.”
“Oh not really. People around here don’t actually live here. It’s their second homes.” In fact, ours was Claudia’s parent’s second home. Which is the only way I could afford a place this nice.
“Ah. That makes sense.” We stand in the entryway, his eyes scanning my face with that little smile still playing at his lips. It’s several long moments before I realize I’m the one who should be talking.
“Oh! Uh, can I take your coat….” It’s then I realize he doesn’t have one, not even carrying one.
He chuckles. “I think I’m good. But thank you for the offer.” The lights hit the chains around his neck and I swallow hard, wondering what it would be like to feel those chains smack me in the face over and over and-
Laughter erupts from the dining hall and..oh shit I never asked his name.
I tell him my name. “But you can call me D.”
“What’s that short for?”
“I…don’t want to say.”
“That bad, huh? I’ve had some bad nicknames in my time.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. But my name is Lucien.” He extends his hand and I shake it, melting internally as I feel how large his hand his, how warm, and my brain wanders away on the thot train of exactly what I want those hands to do. Another round of laughter from the dining room breaks my trance and I give my head a little shake, dropping his hand.
“Dinner party,” I gesture down the hall towards the dining room.
“Ah. I thought you just dressed beautifully for fun.”
I can feel the heat in my cheeks and I glance away, tucking hair behind my ear before looking back at him. “I uh…you said your phone is dead?”
“Oh. Yeah.” He pulls it from his pocket, turning it to show me the blank screen.
“I have a charger. Come, I’ll let you use it and then you can come have some food if you’d like?”
“Oh I don’t want to impose.”
“It’s no bother. Really.” I let my hand rest on his arm, giving it a small squeeze. Who even am I right now?
His eyes flick between mine before he nods. “Lead the way.”
I yell to Claudia that I’m getting my charger and she doesn’t question it, diving right back into whatever story she’s telling as I lead Lucien up the stairs. To my bedroom. What am I doing right now? Before I can think further, I’m at my door, opening the handle and crossing to my night stand, pulling the end out of my own phone and extending my hand. “Here. Let me charge it for you.”
He hesitates a moment before placing his phone in my hand. “I appreciate it, D.”
I plug in his phone and open mine. “Do you have a preferred mechanic?”
“For what?”
“Y-your car?”
“Oh! Right! Uh sure. Can I just?” He makes to grab my phone and I let him, hiding a smirk when I notice that the tips of his ears are red. He taps away at my phone and holds it up to his ear, ordering a mechanic to his car.
“Hey, what neighborhood is this?”
“Destiny Falls.”
“Destiny Falls….great…thanks.” He taps the screen and hands me back my phone. “Thanks.”
I take the phone from him, feeling his fingers touch mine, a chill running down my arm and straight between my legs. “N-no worries.”
He stares at me for a long moment, his eyes moving down my body and back up. “You mentioned dinner?”
“Shit! Sorry! Yeah, uh this way.”
He follows me back out and down the stairs. I can feel his eyes on my ass and so I put an extra emphasis on my walk, an extra sway in my hips and I swear I hear a small groan coming from him.
“Hhhm?” I ask.
“What? Oh, I uh, I’m hungry.”
I open the door to the dining room, Lucien following me in. Everyone turns their heads to look, Claudia’s eyes moving furiously between us both before she stands. “Who’s this, Decaf?”
I widen my eyes at her, willing her to never use that nickname again. “This is Lucien. His car broke down a couple blocks away and no one else is home. His phone died so he couldn’t call anyone. He’s going to wait here for the mechanic.”
Lucien holds up his hand. “Hi. Thank you for allowing me into your home.”
Claudia smiles, waving him up. “Of course! Are you hungry? Let me get you a plate.”
“Oh I don’t want to impose.”
“Nonsense! Decaf, could you get him a plate and a chair? Marcos, scootch down a bit and we can put Lucien’s chair at the end.”
I look over at Marcos, who’s eyes are narrowed at Lucien, a hard look in them.
Men.
I roll my eyes and turn towards the kitchen, motioning for Lucien to follow me. “Come on. I need those hands.” It’s not until we’re in the kitchen when I realize what I said.
“So. You need my hands, doll?”
“I meant for the chair, but we’ll see if I can find another use for them.” What the fuck did I just say?
He chuckles, his eyes darkening. “I’m sure you’ll find me more than willing to help with whatever you want me for.”
Fuck, he’s looking at me and he has to know what he said. Lucien takes a few steps towards me, stepping inside the comfortable distance between strangers. Does he know that the heat between my thighs is almost unbearable at this point? I’m tempted to get him seated and go take care of myself before I get into trouble.
“I-”
“Hey, D. Need any help?” Marcos had come through the door. I jump back, startled. Why do I feel guilty? I don’t owe Marcos anything.
“Hey Marcos. No, I think we got it.”
“Here, Lucien. Let me show you where the spare chairs are.”
Lucien looks down at me and winks before following Marcos. “After you.”
I make Lucien a plate of food and bring it out to the table, the conversation still moving forward. I set the plate down and go back to the kitchen to get him a drink when I hear raised voices from the back storage closet where the chairs are. I can’t make it out but they’re definitely arguing.
Ugh, men.
Then the storage room door pops open and Lucien exits, carrying a chair. The look on his face is hard, anger etching into his face, but then he sees me and it disappears immediately, giving me a smile. “Got the chair.”
He walks towards me as Marcos takes a moment to close the door. “Everything ok, guys?”
“We’re great, D.”
“Because it sounded like you were fighting.”
“Nope. All good.” Marcos’s voice was flat, not his normal charismatic, charming tone he uses to win everyone over. I don’t believe him but it’s not the time to press him.
Lucien sits at the table and everyone starts asking him questions, his face animatedly answering all of them. The conversation pauses, everyone stopping to drink or eat or talk between themselves. Lucien shifts in his chair beside me, his leg brushing against mine and I gasp, trying to hide it as a small cough. But the twinkle in his eye tells me he heard me and knew exactly what I did. Not even the glare from Marcos at Lucien could ruin the mood for me. Lucien presses his leg into mine further, taking a sip of wine as he cracks a joke and everyone laughs, the ring on his pointer finger sparkling in the light from the chandelier. I can’t take it any more, the throbbing between my thighs is so intense I swear everyone can hear it. I need to get out of the room.
“Excuse me. I’ll uh…I’ll go check on your phone.” I hastily stand, pushing my chair back.
“Do you want help, D?” Marcos asks, halfway to standing himself.
“No! Uh, no. I can check a phone myself, thanks.”
I walk calmly from the room, waiting until the door closes behind me before I take the stairs 2 at a time, closing my bedroom door behind me and pressing my back against it, feeling the coolness of the wood seep through my thin dress, but it does nothing to dull the ache between my legs. I sit on my bed next to my night stand, legs on the floor and put my hands over my face. Get it together. A quiet knock makes me jerk and snap my head up, moving my hands just enough to speak.
“Who is it?”
“Lucien.”
Shit.
“What can I do for you?”
“I uh, just need to check on my phone?”
Oh right.
“Come on in.”
As Lucien opens the door, I lean back slightly, placing my arms behind me and lean on them. Lucien gently closes the door and crosses the room, his pant leg brushing against my bare knee as he reaches for his phone and presses the power button, light shining in his face. I press my thighs together in what I hope is an inconspicuous manner.
“Only 15%. This phone takes forever to charge. Do you mind if I charge it a little more?”
“Not at all.”
“Thanks.” He sets the phone down and turns his head to look at me, his eyes flicking to my thighs that are currently jammed together so tight even water couldn’t get through them.
“Let me help you with your problem.”
I swallow hard. “P-problem?”
“Yes. Your problem.”
“I..I don’t have…” I lose all track of what I was going to say as his eyes darken, slowly raking over my body before landing on my own darkened gaze, smirking at me.
“I’m an excellent…helper.”
“I..I d-don’t have a p-problem.”
“No?”
I shake my head, not even convincing myself. But then my voice catches in my throat as he gets on his knees in front of me, his fingers gently swirling a random pattern across my knees and lower thighs. My skin sears where he touches me, and I can feel how soaked I’m getting. He gently wraps his hands around my knees and slowly pushes them open, the cool air not doing much to cool me down. My chest heaves as his eyes move up my legs, his gaze disappearing under my shortened dress, honing in on where I need him.
“I think I found your problem.”
“Y-yeah?”
He slowly slides his hand up my thigh, my breath coming out in little spurts the higher he gets. His hand disappears under my dress and then I feel him, his finger sliding up the middle of me still over my underwear and my hips jolt, immediately betraying all sense of logic in my brain, the side of me that’s screaming this is a stranger!
“Good news. I can help fix your problem.”
“Y-you can?”
“Do you want me to?”
I’m still propped up on my elbows, gazing down at this man who is kneeling between my legs, hand up my dress, rubbing tiny circles into my inner thigh with the tip of his finger, his eyes nearly black with lust, my logic side screaming at me to tell him no, to tell him to stop, to play it safe.
But I’m tired of being called Decaf.
“Yes.”
He smirks, sliding his hands up further, fingers pinching the fabric of my panties before he slides them down and off, tossing them behind him without looking. He gently places my legs over his shoulders, pushing my thighs open wider with his broad shoulders.
“Show me,” he says it calmly, but it’s also commanding and I shiver.
I grip the bottom of my dress and pull it up over my hips, exposing myself to him. His eyes move to stare at my cunt, darkening the rest of the way. He moves his fingers to spread me and I gasp at his touch as he takes me all in.
“Fuck!” I yell out as he quickly dips his head and licks up the center of me, his tongue curling around the bundle of nerves. My thighs try to jam against his head but he is so damn broad that all they do is weakly twitch against his shoulders as he works me open with his mouth, moaning into my cunt.
“Oh shit, oh fuck, I-” words tumble from me in an incoherent jumble. I feel one of his thick fingers swirling around my entrance before he pushes it all the way in, the cool metal of his ring brushing against my skin. My mouth is open in a silent scream, but then he pulls his finger out, adding another, his head lifted to watch as he fucks me with his fingers, the lewd squelches filling the quiet room.
He moves his head back down, gently sucking on my clit and my fingers fly to his head, twisting into his beautiful curls and gripping it as I moan his name, his fingers curling inside of me, slowly stroking at that spot. I can feel myself tightening, pulsing around his fingers as he pushes me closer to the edge. But then he pulls his hand out, his mouth leaving me and I huff.
“What the fu-”
He stands, undoing the buttons on his shirt before taking it off, tossing it on the floor. He’s not 6 pack fit but he’s trim, a small tummy poking out by his pant line that I desperately want to bite. His large hands work open his pants and before I know it, he springs free, heavy and ready.
“Take off your dress.”
It takes me a moment to tear my eyes away from him, nearly ripping my dress in half in my haste to rid myself of it. I unlatch my bra too, tossing it wherever it lands. Lucien pushes my legs open, settling himself between my thighs, pressing his chest against mine. I think he’s going to say something but then all words leave my brain as he pushes inside of me, splitting me open, hand clasped over my mouth as I scream into it, hands flailing around simply because I don’t know what to do with them. He burns me slightly from the stretch but I don’t even care. He bottoms out and just sits there a few moments, his own chest heaving with self-restraint.
Without pulling out, he thrusts further in, pressing at a spot inside of me I didn’t even know existed. A whiny yelp escapes me before his hand clamps over my mouth again, his eyes finding mine as he continues this slow assault. He tentatively removes his hand, my mouth hanging open as jolt of pleasure radiates out from my cunt with every thrust of his hips.
“Do you want me to fuck you into this bed, doll?”
I nod frantically, my hands gripping his ass in an attempt to move him faster.
“Tell me.”
“Please. Please Lucien, fuck me into my bed I-” he clamps his hand over my mouth again, his hips picking up to a rapid pace as he fucks into me, lifting my leg over his hip to change the angle. Then he somehow gathers my flailing hands in one of his large ones, pinning them into the bed above my head as he continues to snap his hips into mine, each thrust driving me rapidly towards the edge he had already brought me to earlier. The thin chains he wore brush against my face with every thrust, and I moan into his hand.
And then I fling myself over the edge, each thrust of his hips carrying me further and further into this bliss. I’ve never experienced this, not in this way, not this intense, rolling waves of pleasure pulsing over my entire body. I feel his hand loosen their grip, no longer over my mouth and they squeeze my hips, flipping me over so quickly my head spins slightly. I bury my face in my blankets and moan as he thrusts into me, his fingers digging into my hips as he sets a rapid pace, pushing my back down to curve my ass up further. To my surprise, I feel one of his hands snake around me, finding my clit and applying the perfect touch, perfect amount of pressure as he drives me towards the edge again at a rapid pace. He pulls me up, my back flush against his chest, his arm wrapping around me to continue touching me while the other holds my hair tightly and I come, his name gasping from my lips as I feel his hips sputter against me, a mix of hard and soft grunts in my ear before he loosens his fingers, letting me drop back to my hands.
He pulls out with a grunt and I immediately feel light, empty, and a little sore but in a good way. He looks at me and I point to my en suite bathroom, still trying to catch my breath. He disappears for several moments before coming back out, a wet washcloth in hand. He looks at me, still in the same position he left me in and moves behind me, pressing the cloth to my sensitive skin. I twitch and hear a low chuckle as he continues to clean me up. He helps me lay on my back, his finger tracing circles around my nippple before giving it a little pinch.
“We better get back to your party.”
“My what?” I’d completely forgotten there even was a dinner party happening. He laughs, his hand resting on my stomach.
“Your dinner party. Surely your friends will wonder where you are.”
“Maybe. Or we could just stay here, naked, and see what happens?”
His eyes darken again and he leans forward, pulling a boob into his mouth and sucking on it. I gasp but then he drops it, sitting back up.
“As much as I’d love that, we should probably get back downstairs.”
I’m hurt, but he’s right. Soon enough my friends would send a search party. And I don’t want any of them to see this complete stranger, balls deep inside of me. Although if you asked me when he was actually balls deep, I wouldn’t have cared at all.
Lucien dresses first and heads back downstairs, winking at me before he closes the door. I quickly rinse off, careful not to wet my hair before trying to fix it to what it was before. I smooth down my dress and hope no one notices the difference. I decide to check the power on his phone before I head down, just to give him an update, expecting it to not be any higher than maybe 20%. But when I light the screen up, my eyebrows furrow together. It was fully charged. Why did he lie? Was it just to fuck me? I wouldn’t have cared if his phone was fully charged.
I take it from the charger and head back downstairs, sounds of laughter echoing up the stairwell. I sneak in through the back door, grabbing another bottle of wine on my way in as an excuse for taking so long. I realize I have no idea how much time I’d spent upstairs, but people were just finishing eating, so it couldn’t have been too long.
I feel eyes on me, but none more than Marcos. His eyes bore into me, hardening the longer he looks at me. He glances between Lucien and me as I hand him his phone, a look of realization settling into his features. Before I can say anything he abruptly stands up, mumbling something about a cigarette break before heading out on the back porch. A moment passes and Lucien pats his pockets, asking Claudia if she thinks Marcos will let him bum a cigarette off of him. She smiles and tells him he definitely will. Lucien gets up and excuses himself, heading out the back door to find Marcos.
Claudia keeps looking at me, her eyes narrowing but a smile forming, like she’s starting to piece together what happened. Before she can ask, I excuse myself, heading towards the backyard to find Lucien and Marcos. But when I open the door I hear raised voices coming from further in the backyard.
“You need to fucking leave, Lucien.”
“I’m not going anywhere until you give me what’s mine, Marcos.”
“It’s not yours anymore, I told you that!”
“That’s because you fucking stole it from me, asshole!”
What the hell are they talking about?
“You say stole, I say borrowed-”
“It took me forever to find you and now you don’t even have the balls to admit you stole from me?”
“Fuck you!”
“No, fuck you!”
I hear the sound of fists landing and I close the last several steps, their fighting bodies moving into my view.
“What the fuck is going on here?”
They both stop, pushing back from each other and looking at me. Marcos tries to put on his normal charming smile, but that nagging feeling about him roars inside of me. “Hey, D.”
“Don’t hey me, Marcos. What’s going on?”
“Oh uh Lucien and I were just messing around, right?” He looks at Lucien who glares back at him.
“No. We were not. You stole from me.”
Marcos narrows his eyes. “And how could I have stolen anything from you?”
“You were my intern! You worked on my project and then you stole it to start your little start up!”
“Wait, what?” I look between them, confused.
“D, he’s crazy. He’s just some guy off the street. You don’t even know him-”
“Oh she knows me plenty.”
My jaw drops as Marcos looks between us.
“Wait…did…did you sleep with her when you went to get your phone?”
I can feel my cheeks heating up but Lucien speaks before I do. “Yeah. I did. I fucked her good. Had her screaming my name. Begging me to fuck her.”
Marcos’s mouth opens and closes, anger flashing in his eyes and I can feel tears pooling in mine, a mixture of anger and embarrassment as Lucien continues to speak.
“Doesn’t feel good, does it Marcos? To have something you want so badly taken away from you? I knew the moment I saw you look at her that you wanted her. So I fucked her first. You take something from me, I take something from you.”
Marcos stands there fuming, looking furious at Lucien, but no longer even looking my way. “You can’t just come in here-”
“I can. And I came in her too.”
SLAP!
My hand stings with the force of contact but I swallow any cry of pain. Lucien brings his hand to his cheek, turning to finally look at me, an odd expression on his face.
“D, listen. Marcos isn’t who you think he is. He-”
WHAM!
Marcos’s fist collides with Lucien’s face and he stumbles backwards. He rallies quickly, swinging for Marcos. I yell for them to stop but I may as well have been talking to the wall. The men fight, throwing themselves at each other, yelling insults that I can only halfway make out. But then Lucien pins Marcos to the ground, pounding on his face. I run up to him and grab his arm.
“Stop!”
Lucien looks at my hand on his arm and then at me before glancing down at Marcos who had just passed out. He looks back at me, his face softening as he lowers his fist, slowly standing up with a series of tiny grunts.
“D, I’m sorry, I-”
“Did you just fuck me to get back at him?”
He’s quiet for longer than I’d like, and I hate the tears that start to fall. I’m not delusional. I know nothing would come of it. I didn’t even know the guy. But a part of me had held onto some idea that maybe it was something more, could be something more.
“Not…not at the end.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
He gestures to a couple of chairs. “Can I explain?”
I sit, I probably shouldn’t have but good decisions went out the window a long time ago. Lucien sits in the chair across from me, shifting his weight forward to be closer to me.
“Years ago, I hired Marcos as my intern. His name then was Juan. He helped me with my research. I had a bio tech lab and was working on some ground breaking tech. But then one day, I come in and everything is gone. He’d stolen everything, all of my years of research just gone. And then I see his face being put up as the new man to watch in all of the science and tech magazines and I see it, my tech being claimed by this imposter.” Lucien spits on Marcos’s body.
That explains the weird vibe I’d always gotten from him. He was a lying cheat.
“So what about tonight?”
“Ah. Well it had taken me years but I finally tracked him down. And every time I tried to get close, to get him to confess he would somehow weasel out of it. But then I saw him connected to a social media post about a dinner party. I hired a PI to figure out where and I..well I knocked on the door.”
“So your car?”
“Isn’t really broken down, no.”
“Your phone was fully charged.”
“It was already at 87% when I first plugged it in.”
I sit with this information for a few moments. “So what about…me?”
Lucien’s face softens as he looks at me. “Then there was you. I didn’t expect to see anyone here I actually was intrigued by, but there you were. I pushed it aside to get to Marcos but then I saw how he acted around you, the way he looked at you, the pure desire in every inch of him. So I flirted and got close. You were hot and I figured I could fuck you to make him get super pissed. But then you took your dress off so easily and I could tell you weren’t really that kind of person and I just… lost myself a bit when I was inside you. By the end, I was hating myself for using you. I…I’m sorry.”
Well. There you have it. I was right about Marcos being too charming for a reason, a reason he had now confessed to, recorded on Lucien’s phone no doubt. I’m mad, I want to hit him but I also get it. And damn was he the best fuck I’ve ever had.
I lean forward, curling my finger around the chains on his neck as I pull him closer.
“Wanna go for round 2?”
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@monstersinthecosmos and I were talking and she dug up this exchange Anne had with someone on Fanpop back in the day, concerning vampires' love and sexuality. There were quite a few fascinating tidbits but these are my favorites:
I see them [vampires] as transcending matters of gender or age. Lestat loves Louis. Louis loves Claudia. Armand loves Lestat. Lestat loves Gabrielle. There is no distinct difference in the quality of any of these loves. This has also been described as polymorphous sensuality.
"--- Armand is desperately in love with Lestat but it has nothing to do with sex. Armand feels Marius failed him and Marius feels Armand failed him, and that part has nothing to do with sex. Marius and Pandora, that is a love affair, but again sex has nothing to do with it. So they are all capable of loving people of their own gender and the other gender; gender doesn't matter. It's the essence. Lestat loves David Talbot as a lover, a friend, a mentor, a father, etc. --- It goes on like that. The act of dominating and drinking blood can happen between any two characters regardless of gender. They cannot be pinned down. They see all life as potentially beautiful and all forms of love as rewarding."
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I'm verklempt at the fact Anne mentioned Armand and Lestat in the same vein as Armand and Marius and Marius and Pandora, but also I love how much she emphasizes that they can cannot be pinned down and all that forms of love are rewarding!
It's just such a revolutionary way of thinking especially when you consider that she was a woman born in the 1940s in the American South. She may have missed the beat on some things but on others, she was right on the fucking money. 
#kacyyyyyy you're a gem for finding this!!!#vc always feels like such a win for the ace and poly folks imo 🥹#armand#lestat de lioncourt#marius de romanus#pandora#david talbot#louis de pointe du lac#gabrielle de lioncourt#claudia#anne rice#the vampire chronicles#vc
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Sunsets and footballers (Part 22)
Alexia Putellas x Character (1)
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Alexia was zoned out, as she often had been for the past five months, her mind not able to let go of her. That woman. She’d seen her every time she went back to that anomalous bar. The bar that the players went to, to avoid paparazzi and attention. It was a bit of everything, stripping, performing, gambling, partying, and for their special customers, private rooms available for guests who paid for a little more from their strippers or performers. That was at the agreement of said individual, and at the discretion of the owner, of course. Regardless of that, it was still always loud and bustling with a crowd who all shared the same love of life.
Of course, that’s where she met her. The most incredible woman she’d ever seen in her life. She was the reason Alexia kept coming back. She didn’t know what had gotten into her, but there was something about her that drew her in.
It was obvious she was a player, but it was something beyond that. She was so intelligent, so genuine that it seemed wrong to think of her as such. They bumped into each other a few times, the flirty, soft smile on her face as she murmured her Spanish apology to Alexia was dizzying. She must have known what she was doing when she smiled at people like that, and whenever she spoke. Her Spanish had just the slightest accent, otherwise it was perfect.
Unfortunately, every time they’d bumped into each other, she was already with someone for the night, or was being coerced on stage. Because if all of that wasn’t enough, she sung as well. Played guitar. Piano. Drums. She was always forced or cheered onto the stage by hundreds of people; the obvious crowd favourite. Going with the flow, she drank and flirted and entertained, the crowd mostly in awe. The way her body moved was like sex, and she’d even been involved on stage in their strip shows. Everyone wanted her, men and women, but even more… everyone wanted to be her.
She shared her attention around, talking, flirting, bantering with people she knew and people she didn’t. Every night she was there, Alexia hoped they’d get an opportunity to speak, but she never came over. Never chose Alexia. And for the first time in her life, Alexia, la Reina, Captain of both Barcelona and Spain, was unable to build the courage to introduce herself. And so she kept going back anyways, trying to convince herself that it wasn’t because of her.
“Ale,” Claudia whined in Spanish. “He keeps staring. We should go.”
Claudia was one of the victims Alexia had dragged along for the night. The other was Mariona who had left to get drinks.
Alexia saw the woman who intrigued her so, across the bar, leaning back against the wall with a drink in her hand. She was wearing what was essentially a black suit, minus the shirt. Instead, her abs were visible, her suit jacket open and revealing her black bra. As if she could feel her staring, she looked over and caught Alexia’s eye as she was mid-conversation, still talking. Her eyes roamed down and back up, dark and acknowledging all of Alexia. One eyebrow lifted and she smiled, keeping that intense eye contact. Alexia couldn’t look away; it was like she was locked in place. Her body didn’t want to be anywhere except under her gaze.
“La Reina, come on.” The man said in Spanish, walking to stand in front of Alexia and break her eye contact. “One drink.”
Alexia was annoyed that he’d interrupted and was back. Again. She shook her head. “I don’t think you need a drink.”
“I’m sober. Only had a few.” He didn’t appear to be lying, though he had misjudged what she’d said. She knew he wasn’t drunk, and instead, she was insinuating that he shouldn’t drink as he may become even more persistent with women around the club, as he had been for most of the night. Once he’d spotted Alexia though, he seemed to be on a mission.
Claudia tugged at her, gesturing to the door and Mariona returned with three drinks.
“Oh, so she can buy you a drink because she’s a girl and you’re a lesbian?” Before Alexia had a chance to say anything, he took two of the drinks Mariona had and downed them. He pointed to the last glass. “Last one is your drink with me, la Reina. Come on, lighten up. Have a little fun.”
She shook her head again. “This is not happening. Claudia, get security.”
He reached out and tore the bracelet from Alexia’s wrist. The bracelet her father had given her.
“No!” She cried, thinking only of her dad as she leapt to grab it from him. He put it behind his back. “Uh, uh. No, la Reina. You can have this back when you have a drink with me.”
He was a large man, and Alexia knew she’d never have a chance against him, but she tried regardless. He pushed her back with ease, gesturing to the cup, his tongue running over his lips. Claudia was tiny, she was not going to be a help, and Mariona was…well…too timid. Alexia was the leader here, and she knew she had to sacrifice a little dignity for her bracelet.
Alexia reached out for the last glass of alcohol Mariona had, and was stopped in her tracks by a hand catching hers. She sucked in a breath and looked up into those dark eyes from across the bar. They were even deeper up close with flecks of gold in them.
“Don’t.” She said simply in her perfect Spanish. She withdrew her hand and took the glass, downing it so Alexia couldn’t. She put the glass on the bar behind them and slipped cash into Mariona’s pocket. “More of a whisky girl, myself, but thank you.”
She turned to the man who was looking annoyed. “You can’t-”
“I’ve seen you harassing women all night. The only reason you’re still here is because you’re friends with Javier. The thing is, I’m better friends with him.” She stepped towards to the man, showing just how unafraid she was. “I’m assuming you’re not going to give the bracelet back?”
He grunted and looked at Alexia. “Not until she-”
“Look. At. Me.” She snapped so hard that his head whipped to her. “You’re dealing with me now. You want to be a big man? Tell me what it will take for you to give it to me.”
He seemed to be so embarrassed that her words had obviously scared him, that he puffed out his chest and stood tall. “Fucking fight me for it.”
Without hesitating, she agreed. She turned to look at someone behind the bar and smiled. “Room 3 still available?” He threw her the keys and she caught them without looking, her eyes trained on the much larger man in front of her. “Come.”
As they began to move, Alexia’s hand flew out and grabbed her bicep. She tried to talk, but nothing would come out other than, “No..”
The woman smiled softly. “I’ll be back in five minutes, la Reina.”
Alexia’s lips parted slightly in surprise. She knew who she was? All this time?
The women gently removed Alexia’s hand and placed it back by her side, those dark eyes full of intent. Then, she disappeared.
“What the fuck is happening?” Mariona asked.
“Should we go?” Claudia suggested.
“My dad gave me that bracelet..” Alexia whispered huskily as she held back her emotions. The man was twice her size. He was about to beat the hell out of her. All for pride.
Even above the noise of the crowd, they heard the noise in the room above their heads. Smashing. Hitting. Breaking glass. The man shouting, but they couldn’t understand what he was saying.
It only took a few minutes, though felt like an age. Silence. They watched as security moved upstairs with a first aid kit. Alexia’s heart worried for the woman. How badly had he hurt her?
She looked at her watch as it ticked over to five minutes. She looked up as the woman descended the stairs, though she no longer had a jacket, her hair was slightly wilder, and she sported a bruise on her jaw, a split lip and a split, swollen eyebrow. Blood dripped over her eye and down her cheek, a little patch of blood on the split that sported her lip.
Alexia watched her with wide eyes as she walked ever so calmly back over to them. She stopped in front of Alexia with that soft smile returning to her face and she gently took Alexia’s hand, raising it between them. Alexia couldn’t help but notice her knuckles were bruised and bloodied, though she knew it wasn’t hers.
Behind her, the man appeared, being carried down the stairs by the security, unconscious and in much worse of a state. Alexia sucked in a breath at the sight.
The woman gently turned her hand over, her thumb easing her fingers open. She slid the bracelet back on carefully and admired it a second on her wrist before she let go of her hand.
“Some things can’t be replaced.” She murmured. “Drinks are free for the rest of your night, courtesy of Javier. Have a good night.”
She smiled at each of them, lastly at Alexia before she left.
“Wait!” Alexia almost shouted. The woman paused and looked back, one eyebrow lifting in question. “I don’t know your name…”
She smiled at that. “Ridley.”
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Claudia (7 months old): *staring out of her crib*
Julio: *staring back* The heck are you lookin' at?
Kyle: I think she's just being a baby dude.
Julio: Nuh-uh she wants to start somethin'!
Carlo, reading a book: Leave her alone you morons, father's going to whoop into next year for picking on her...
Julio leaned closer to the silver haired infant: If she wants out of her face then she's gonna have to-
Claudia giggles then kicks her adoptive brother square in the face, sending him sprawling back onto the floor clutching his nose. Kyle and Carlo stop what they're doing and stare in shock until their brother sits up smiling.
Julio: She is ready...
[Later...]
Julio: BEHOLD FORTUNA, our amazing baby sister and future conquerer of Hell!
Claudia: Pbbbblt.
Kyle: You'll do great sis!
Carlo: She can't be a leader, she's too young!
The trio bickered their parents looked on in amusment, Kyrie leaned onto Nero's shoulder.
Nero: Not to sound pessimistic but I never thought they'd get along.
Kyrie: Guess our little angel is the glue that holds them together.
(A/N: For those who don't know, Nero and Kyrie adopted three boys when Fortuna's orphanage wasn't rebuilt yet, Julio, Kyle, and Carlo. We don't know what they look like or their personalities yet so I hope this little taste of my take on them paints their characters well enough!)
#devil may cry#nero sparda#kyrie#nero x kyrie#nerokiri#dmc julio#dmc kyle#dmc carlo#dmc oc#claudia sparda
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What the Lost boys think about vampire related media
Fluff, x reader but just barely
•While making conversation with your four Vampire lovers you were suddenly plagued with a question.
“How do you guys feel about vampire related media?”
-That question was an immediate head turner. The cave goes dead quite before Dwayne speaks up, “Well…vampires are in hiding so…”
-This sparks a conversation about how media representation of vampires may not be accurate, but that's a good thing. “If a book or movie comes out and it is shockingly accurate to what being a vampire is really like, the creator isn't going to last long.” David explained
-That's because there's a set of rules vampires have to follow and one of those rules is to never publicly reveal your double life identity
-”If something like that comes out, that means a vampire has broken that rule OR somebody knows vampires very closely and is creating media they know shouldn't exist.”
-Turns out if a vampire breaks that rule it's basically open season to kill and destroy their creations.
•You turn the conversation and begin to ask how they, specifically, feel about certain vampire representation
•Bram Stoker's Dracula
-Dwayne is the first to buy in his opinion.
-Dwayne feels that while it is a cult classic and well written, The characters are exceedingly dumb.
-”Johnathan spends a ridiculous amount of time talking about other characters ‘Breasts’ and trying to figure out why his host climbs walls ‘like a lizard's.”
-David is the next one to speak up
-David thinks it's not really worth the read
-”Unless you're trying to brag to people there's no point in reading it.”
-”Also why was Mina talking to that old sailor so much?”
-Paul laughs as he remembers “how fucking crazy he wrote Dracula to be”
-”I'm pretty sure the real Dracula thinks it's a heinous crime against him”
-Paul hasn't read it but have heard enough about it to know even the more obscure references
-Marko comments on the graceful writing style and the beautiful descriptions
-”I've only read it because Dwayne thought I would like it"
-Marko also loves how oblivious Jonathan and most of the other characters are
-All of them think the movie adaptation is hilarious and love the shitty special effects
•Interview with a vampire
-Paul chimes in immediately
-”God it's so homo erotic it hurts…in a good way.”
-Paul thinks its a nice horror novel mixed with a weird cozy atmosphere
-Dwayne thinks it's another well written classic and He actually begins to rave about all the themes involved within Anne Rice’s work
-”It's a beautiful Gothic thriller with a deep, sadly comedic energy.”
-He even offers to read it too you sometime
-Marko chimes in quickly about “Claudia’s rebellious behavior and persona”
-”imagine watching your family choose somebody else over you. It's so deeply upsetting but to an understandable level.”
-”I would have hated to turn so young. I look like a teenager and other people can respect that to a certain point. But being five years old with the mind of an adult, No one would respect you.”
-Marko relates to Claudia on an internal level and loves unraveling her character. When you ask why he quickly responds "Some people call me a cherub... You think I enjoy that?"
-David says he doesn't have much to say other than it was a decent read (That's his version of a compliments)
•Twilight
-All of them agree that it's laughably horrendous
-Almost immediately at the same time they say “This is the skin of a killer Bella”
-This leads to banshee like laughter
David speaks up immediately
-”Why do you humans want us to sparkle so bad?”
-”I personally hate the idea of being a walking disco ball, but to each their own.”
-Marko chimes in quickly
-”Would you like it if we sparkled?” He asked while leans on you affectionately
-Marko thinks the only reason to read it is to have a nice laugh
-”Why did Edward have such a violent reaction of Bella standing by a fan? That makes no sense…like I have mates and I enjoy the smell of you guys but…I'm not nearly clawing off my face at your smell”
-”Yeah yeah, I get he's trying not to overreact but running out of class to get away is crazy.”
-Paul even adds that even thought it's very dumb even he can appreciate the message it's trying to said.
-”something something, coming over adversary, something something, love wins, something something..”
-”Also that Jacob imprinting on Bella's infant daughter is super fucking creepy.”
-when you asked Dwayne about his feels he scoffed and said It's insulting at best and borderline sexual harassment at worst.
-He refused to go into depth
•You thank them for humoring you and they tell you that it's no problem
-David kisses the side of your head in an uncharacteristically soft way “We don't ever mind answering your vampire related question.” He tells you
-Marko turns to you “But seriously do you want us to sparkle?”
-”I think I have some roll on body glitter somewhere..” Paul says while getting up to look for it
Thanks for reading <3
#the lost boys x reader#david the lost boys#dwayne the lost boys#paul the lost boys#marko the lost boys#reader#the lost boys#vampire#fluff#books#lovers
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can I request an ig blurb, fc is Claudia Tihan and it's like scandalous girlfriend type. thank you!
yes of course anon 🫶 enjoy! this is def a little different from what i normally write so hope u like it! let me know what you think 💕
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harrystyles Scubadubadububoo or whatever that guy said in that one song.
harryfan oh i get the song now
madisonbeer goddess.
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harryfan1 am i the only one who doesn’t like her? idk she’s always showing off on ig and it rubs me the wrong way. none of his exes were like that
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harryfan777 designing lingerie for ur lifestyle brand and putting ur girlfriend in it. harry u are sick in the head!
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harryfan5 this is… not the move
harryfan6 why does she feel the need to insert herself into everything he does like WE GET IT
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harryfan8 you know it’s bad when even daily mail isn’t on your side
harryfan5 i never thought i’d say this but daily mail is right
harryfan11 do y’all truly have nothing better to do than to be bitter and tear down a fellow woman for no apparent reason
karen123 So sad that this is the state of our society now. Scared for the future generations.
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I'm splitting all the kuro fans I'm acquainted with into four categories-
The dadbastian enjoyers-These fans' main focus is on Ciel and Seb's dynamic, they also love the phantomfam antics as well as Ciel's friend group-Lizzie, Soma, and Sieglende. These fans are drawn to Ciel's familial bonds with different characters, so they tend to love characters like the Midfords, Diedrich, and the ones mentioned above. These fans tend to love Tango on the Campania and/or Noah's Arc Circus out of all the musicals. Obsessed with the concept of dadbastian, wishes Yana would lean into that aspect of their relationship more and writes/reads fic to rectify this problem. Ciel is their son and they have adopted him from Yana in order to give him a better life, filled with found family and talking about your feelings. Or on the flip side they revel in the pain and toxicity of Ciel's situation and relationship with Seb.
The reaper fans aka, the Grelle nation-These fans are obsessed with Grelle, interested in the reapers, and wish Yana gave the reapers more depth. They write/read fic to rectify this problem. Most likely ships Redcliff and is probably also a Madam Red stan. May or may not be a SebaGrelle and/or a Mey-rin x Grelle shipper. Angry at the transphobia Grelle faces, as we all are. Are obsessed with The Most Beautiful Death in the World. These fans are unreasonably horny for Miss Sutcliff, which y'know, more power to them.
Season 2 captives- These fans are being held captive by season 2 for reasons that mystify the rest of the fandom. They love Alois Trancy and wish he was given the justice he deserves; they wish his character, and his trauma were written in a more respectful way, they write/read fic to rectify this problem. They see the potential in season 2's characters, but understandably hate the execution. These fans also usually have some kind of fascination with the Weston boys and like to explore the concept of Alois attending Weston.
Phantomhive twins stans- These fans love the twins, usually are obsessed with R!Ciel, and generally love to explore/theorize about the Phantomhive lineage. They probably believe in the Undertaker grandpa theory and may or may not believe in the RCMMT. They may or may not be obsessed with Claudia Phantomhive, but they've at least drawn/reblogged art of her. They may or may not have an Undertaker pfp, and if they don't it's a pfp of one of the twins. They love to make memes about twins, I've noticed this group is extremely memey, like even compared to the rest of these groups. They love the blue memory arc despite how brutal it is, and they wish the twins dynamic was explored more beyond that arc, they write/read fic to rectify this problem. These fans are very much Ciel Phantomhive apologists, like even more than most other fans.
So which one/combination of categories are you?
#I'm first and foremost a dadbastian enjoyer with a hint of phantomhive twin stan#kuro#black butler#kuroshitsuji#black butler fandom#EDIT: I made a small edit to the twins one that I forgot#also feel free to mention groups I've missed this is mainly from the people I interact with#ok another EDIT: I forgot to include people who enjoy the more abusive side of dadbastian which is important
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Hi! Which is your favorite pairing between the Dimitrescu sisters and the Beneviento sisters? Like, do you like Donna x Daniela more, Claudia x Bela, etc
I spent days thinking about this, and this may feel like a cop-out, but I honestly can’t choose. I love each of them for their own unique reason and it feels unfair to pick a favourite between them when they all are flawfully perfect in their own unique ways. I could go on about what I love about each of them and why they’re so dear to me, but not many people like sappy essays so have this instead<3
#ask#resident evil village#resident evil#donna beneviento#daniela dimitrescu#bela dimitrescu#cassandra dimitrescu#claudia beneviento#bernadette beneviento#claudibela#donnela#bernassandra
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This is my first time writing anything or posting on here after reading others posts for a while I thought I would give it a go, so if anyone actually reads it then can you please share any ideas or tips that you may have to help me.
Her girl // Claudia pina x reader
“mi amor!” That was all that was heard from the door opening and then slamming shut before Claudia dropped all her stuff from training and ran to your room to find you.
Huddled under a mound of blankets shielding from the sunlight that was peering through the windows. You had heard Claudia come in from training yet chose not to say anything to her due to the argument you had with patri about you not caring about pina as much as she cared for you. You knew that was an obvious lie from the amount of dates you had planned for you both to go on, or the amount of times you had told pina it was ok to go out with her friends even though deep down you wanted to spend time with her. For you whatever Claudia wanted would come above your feelings in order to make sure she was happy.
Laying down on the bed next to you, not making any attempt to move the blankets around you, Claudia just waited until you were ready to talk about what was bothering you. In all honesty she knew exactly what had gone on the day prior however she chose not to address it to you and let you talk to her about it when you were ready to do so.
Slowly moving the blanket away from your face so you could look at Claudia and see her for the first time that day, she gave you a smile that only made you want to move out from your hiding spot faster than you were, yet u just moved the blanket enough that she could see your tear stained cheeks. “Are u feeling ok my love” she moved a piece of your hair from your face, with a slow nod towards her you finally moved enough to get closer to her. “Do you ever think about what might happen if we broke up”
If she was honest that wasn’t what Claudia thought she was going to hear from you “of course not amor ur always going to be my girl” her girl. That’s what you were. You were Claudia’s girl. That’s what she always called you, no matter what happened to you both Claudia always made sure that you knew that you were her girl.
It was crazy for you to think that whatever went on in your life that you could come home and Claudia wouldn’t be far. She would always protect you from anything that hurt you or made you upset. “It’s just what patri said querida, it just got to my head and I thought that maybe you didn’t want to be with me anymore… maybe you would leave me and find someone who would look after you like you need and be there whenever” she just looked at you “baby you are the best thing for me, I come home from training and your there for me, I message you saying I’m craving something for dinner and when I get home you have made it for me. You are the only person I look for at matches and I love it when I see you standing in my shirt.” Claudia was right and you both knew it, patri had just tried to protect her best friend but in the process had made you feel inadequate and that you weren’t enough for Claudia.
Finally pushing all of the blankets off of you, you moved closer to Claudia who quickly engulfed you in a much needed hug. “I love you so mi amor, it’s always gonna be you. My girl”
There it was again, you were her girl and she was trying to make sure you knew that she was always going to be there for u no matter what. “I love you too hermosa, I’ll always be here for you”
Slowly falling asleep cuddled close to Claudia relaxing into her and her intoxicating scent that drove you mad just thinking about it she kisses your head and smiles to herself “sweet dreams mi Vida” softly playing with your hair Claudia made sure you were safe and felt loved in her arms.
After all you were her girl.
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